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mournings-stars · 3 months

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final and part 3 of the prelude to my orpheus and eurydice angst fic "doubt comes in" parts two and three (if you would like to read chronologically these come first) part five/finale (a semi-alt ending)

includes: heaven lucifer ofc, a little lore, some blending of greek mythology, still a little, if not more ambiguous than before, luci is still a hopeless romantic but a little unreliable in the narration aspect, the fluff is basically over I gave yall a warning on the last part but here's my formal apology... especially since lucifer calls you humility

tags: @lxkeee @viannasthings @majonla @sapphirecaelis

Suddenly, Lucifer was holding the world in his arms.

A Virtue, asleep in his bed, held to his chest. The very same Virtue he’d admired for so long, sleeping soundly in his embrace as if it were the greatest comfort.

The night of the Celebration, you left after a single dance, going to his home for dinner, where he had the bouquet you gave him on display in his dining room. It was a fight to leave, Lucifer suggesting you stay as he reluctantly walked you toward the door, eventually relenting and letting you kiss him goodbye when you said you’d see him the next day.

And the next, and the next, and so on and so forth, nearly every day being spent together now that you both knew how you felt. You never ran out of things to talk about, and getting to see him was the highlight of your day. Especially when he came to Earth to help you work.

The more time he spent with you, the more he wanted to move with haste and plan an immortal future together; marriage, children, living together, but he had to stop himself, remind himself that you had all the time in the world to move as slowly as you wanted, and a single kiss wasn’t grounds to take off from. For all he knew, you kissed him because you were drunk and only cared for him as a friend.

Which was enough. He’d take whatever care you were willing to give — and this, a night together, was more than enough.

But his loud thoughts woke you up, feeling that he was awake and mumbling, “sleep, Luci.”

He smiled at the way you sleepily said his name, forgetting half of it. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, your wings stretching before wrapping around him and gently draping over him as you pressed a gentle kiss to his chest, right above his heart.

How soon was too soon in deciding you’d fallen in love?

He’d asked Sera, who’d lifted his ban from the seasons changing the moment he came to the meeting room to announce that he would tell you depending on her answer… one day. “I’ll wait a hundred years.” To beings like you, that was nothing but a blink of an eye, making her laugh.

“You may want to tread carefully,” Sera warned. “You know how Virtues are; sometimes, they abandon you.” Everyone knew the stories of Chastity, Kindness, Charity, or Patience, leaving someone broken-hearted. “They can’t love one thing more than another — and they’ll never love a soul more than they love the Earth. It’s what they were made for.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” he said, shaking his head. “We have free will. Virtues, even if they're born for a purpose, have it, too.”

“Yes, but that free will will never come before their duty,” she said simply. “I’m not telling you that you shouldn’t love Humility — Do it. Love and be loved.” He nodded, warm mood returning to him with Sera’s heartfelt blessing. “But don’t put all of yourself into that love, Lu. You could end up with nothing, while Humility takes it and moves on.” At his silence, she continued, “Have you ever seen the way nature itself fights for a Virtue’s attention?” He thought back, the way animals came to you despite a predator or prey being near. Plants blossomed brighter as you walked by. Winds sang, and the sun beamed while rivers rushed and dived to a fall, a pool of water at your feet. “You have it now, but Humility loves it all equally. You will be loved just the same. Not more or less, but equal; equal to that flower you wear, to a hare she finds needing her help, to the grass and dirt that hare walks across… You can’t expect more.”

“I don’t,” he said quickly, easily.

“And you can never hurt Humility — I’m warning you to respect a Virtue’s duty, to not expect what one can’t give you—“ Lucifer could argue with that, but he held his tongue. “—and I’m also giving my blessing.”

He smiled. “Thank you.”

Perhaps, he never should’ve headed her warning.

He swore to himself that he wouldn’t, but a warning like that could only do one thing; doubt comes in, planting a small seed in his mind that he couldn’t shake, thinking of Sera’s warning every time he was with you and wondering how you truly felt about him. It was to the point that even you noticed.

You’d asked him to come down to Earth with you, taking him to a large pond at the base of a waterfall where a pair of ducks circled. He had been happy to see them, realizing you’d taken notice of a golden duck he had on display despite him never showing you.

“Is everything alright, Luci?” You’d made it a habit of calling him that, first doing it as a joke after he teased you about it, but the joke seemed to stick.

He smiled, huffing a laugh. “You're perceptive.” You shrugged. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded, waiting for him to continue, but there was a beat of silence. You placed a gentle hand on his, but he took it away. Then he quickly took your hand again, making you chuckle.

“You don’t have to hold my hand if you don’t want to.”

“I know.” He gave a reassuring smile, then sighed. “Is it true? Virtues love every living thing equally?”

“Ah,” you laughed, “you spoke to Sera.” He nodded. “The other Virtues didn’t leave the angels they loved because we love everything equally — it’s because they expected something they couldn’t give.” You pursed your lips, unsure of whether this would soothe him or push him away. “Yes, it’s in our nature to love all living things equally, but we don’t love them the same. I could never love a soul the same way I love a river,” you said like it was ridiculous to think so. “Or an animal the way I love another angel. It may, theoretically, be equal, but is an angel equal to the wind?” He shook his head, threading his fingers through yours. “So, I may be sinful in saying this,” you joked, “but that would mean I love you more.”

He took it as an explanation rather than a confession of your feelings, a relieved smile coming to his face before he brought the back of your hand to his lips to kiss gently.

When it came time to transition spring into summer, you let Lucifer help, singing the melody together and flying over Earth as you watched it change. Flowers blossomed and gave you ripe fruits to taste, greenery grew bigger and fuller, and animals basked in the sun as you sang.

All of Heaven could hear your harmony, reveling in how beautiful it was, and how as you sang it, they could feel your warmth — your love.

A love so bright and warm it could burn for eons. A song, so beautiful, that when you sang it the world came into tune.

The song of love.

That was what they began calling it. Hundreds of summers, hundreds of winters. Autumns and springs. For hundreds of years, the two of you sang the song in harmony and Sera’s warning began to mean less and less to Lucifer.

But doubt comes in.

Hundreds of years, and your relationship stayed the same. Hundreds of years, and you never told him you loved him. Hundreds of years, and at the back of his mind he knew why.

Hundreds, and hundreds, and hundreds of years, and humans were brought to the Earth.

The Earth began to change. Your song was hardly needed, and you frequented less and less. Your animals were hunted and your plants were cut down. You could feel every death, every life leaving the Earth. Your power weakened, and your will to do anything about it weakened with it.

“It’s how the world must be,” Sera told you when your grief caused rain on Earth at times where it should’ve been calm. “It’s a part of life, Humility.”

“I understand that, just…” You couldn’t articulate your feelings, giving her the perfect opportunity to tell you,

“As a Virtue, you should love and feel for these humans as much as you do for the life you create and care for.”

“You’re right…” All the other Virtues understand, so why couldn’t you?

Lucifer said it was because Earth was more than just your job. You cared for the mortal world like no other angel did, and that was what he loved about you. It’s why you were so good at what you did.

And as he told you this, he took you to a garden in Heaven. Plants you’d created and cared for lived endlessly, and most importantly, the animals you felt leave the mortal world were immortalized there. They recognized you, coming to you like they had on Earth and making you happier than he’d seen you since things began changing.

Lucifer watched the sullen mood you’d been in wash away, and slowly, you began to spend all of your time in this garden.

And doubt comes in.

To him, you didn’t seem to care whether or not he was with you in the garden, so he left you alone. Day and night, you spent it alone in the garden and he spent it alone in your shared home, falling asleep and waking up without you.

He busied himself with unnatural creations, spending time in his office, working the days away like he used to. You’d come throughout the day, hoping to see him. You’d make lunch and call out to him, but he never seemed to notice. You spent the days alone, opting to go to the garden he showed you and wishing he were there with you.

He started to think, to doubt; It wasn’t that the other Virtues couldn’t give the angels they loved enough, it was that they had all the time in the world to do so, to have them wait while they provided and cared for the Earth. They may have loved them more, but that love could be stretched endlessly.

Before, time was endless on Earth. It was why the seasons needed you, why you never feared the loss of your creations, and why you could say you would love him more. Now, there was a cycle, an order of things, and a hierarchy. All living things you cared for would one day manifest with you in Heaven, where time was once again endless — His immortal life was endless, and he’d always be there for you. You could stretch your love for him as long as he’d let you, while you tended to the garden he showed you.

So no, he wasn’t equal to the wind, but now he was equal to, if not less to you than, a manifested soul.

You could never love him more. How could he expect you to?

And Lucifer went down to Earth, in hopes to feel what you felt, to understand how you could feel plants and animals dying. To see how much it changed.

But he came across someone — a woman. Sera told him she was named Lilith after the beautiful flowers you made bloom, in hopes to lift your resentment of what she and the other elders created.

He left before she could see him, taking a lily with him.

He made his way to the garden, finding you there and tending to the plants.

He cleared his throat to get your attention, making you turn. The smile you gave him made his heart race and wings flutter, you looked so undeniably happy that he was there. He should’ve just come to you like he usually did, he thought regretfully. He had no reason to doubt you when you looked at him that way.

“I brought you something.” He held the flower out to you, watching you take it with so much care. “I went down to Earth today… It hasn’t changed as much as you thought.”

“Really?” You asked hopefully.

“New life comes every spring,” he told you. “It feels more alive than ever… Though it could use your touch.” He watched your smile grow as you looked down at the flower, twirling it in your fingers.

“Maybe we can go down together next time.”

“I’d like that.”

How could he have convinced himself to doubt you so heavily? Why would he, so easily, trust the doubt in his mind more than you?

“I was hoping you’d come here,” you told him after a moment. “I — well — I was hoping I’d get to thank you for showing it to me. I know you’ve been busy with work, but I wanted to tell you: this place helped me feel connected to nature again.” There was a moment of pause before you joked, “I can’t say I’m not glad you didn’t see how weak I was, though…” He’d never heard you speak so quiet and unconfidently, masking it with a flat joke as you refused to look him in the eye, but he heard every word, feeling even worse for what his mind began to tell him. “I understand why you left after you showed me this place… If you want to be alone after the way I reacted—“

He cut you off, quickly bringing you into his embrace. His wings wrapped around you and his head tucked into your shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much.” You sighed, hugging him back and dropping the flower to the ground. “I thought you wanted to be alone.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’d rather be alone with you.”

You spent the night together in your home, preparing dinner and enjoying the night like you used to, and the next morning he went with you to the garden. Only to find that an animal had eaten part of the lily you dropped on the garden floor. It looked weak, too sick to even move.

“They’re poisonous?” You asked him, in shock that you didn’t know the changes that happened to your own flowers. You went to the animal to try to use your abilities to heal it, hoping those hadn’t changed, too.

“I didn’t know…” He tried to say, but you didn’t respond. “I can help—“ he reached for the animal and you turned away, wings flaring to put distance between you. He took a shocked step back, scrambling to explain himself, “I didn’t mean to bring… poison into your garden, Humility—”

“I know,” you said weakly, doubting.

“It’ll be okay,” he told you. It was already dead, he couldn’t remind you.

Again, “I know.” You knew, and that was why it was so upsetting. Not even in death could a soul escape suffering. How was that fair?

“Let me help. Please.” But he was met with silence, not even a response of you shaking your head.

Instead, a gentle breeze began to blow, a song flowing through the garden. The same song you’d sung for hundreds of years. As it continued, the winds got stronger, flowers bloomed brighter, plants got taller, and the little animal in front of you perked up and scurried away.

There it was again.

He wondered if Sera was right, if he truly did distract you. If you’d done nothing but tend to the garden and your power had recovered more than he ever could’ve helped you to do, there was no doubt.

“Why are they changing everything I create?” But he didn’t hear your frustrated question. “Can everything I care for now be hurt?” He didn’t hear your voice break as you begged for an answer, hoping that he, as a Seraph, would know and tell you if he did.

But he didn’t hear anything over his own doubtful thoughts. All he saw was you get up and walk away from him, wings wrapped around yourself to bring yourself comfort as if he’d purposely brought poison into your garden.

He took what was left of the flower and left the garden, once again going to earth. He’d find you something else, he decided. He’d make sure you knew he didn’t bring you a poisonous flower on purpose. He’d make sure you didn’t resent him, like you resented the humans and the way the Earth changed.

He’d make sure he knew every change that was made and make sure it couldn’t upset you. He’d make sure you never pushed him away like that again—

“What a beautiful flower.” He paused, looking ahead of him to see that same woman once again. “It’s poisonous, you know?” Lucifer looked down at it. He knew now. “It can be hard to tell, but I can show you the ones that aren’t — though, I thought angels would know.”

“A lot has changed,” he muttered, surprised she was speaking to him.

And perhaps that was where it started, where he began to learn about this new Earth through her, under the guise of relaying the information to you.

But he never did.

Instead, he kept coming back. He didn’t retrieve anything for you, but he spoke to her every time. He listened to her cry and comforted her if he could.

He found a friend in this woman; in Lilith… And then he found something more.

He showed her his creations, something he’d never shown you, and he beamed at the way she appreciated them, eyes full of wonder. He spent the night with her in The Garden and showed her the warmth of the moss covered cave, where they sat and talked just as you’d done. Only she lied next to him where you sat so far away.

And then she told him she loved him.

Something you never said.

But you didn’t have to. You showed it;

in the way you stayed up and waited, waited to apologize for pushing him away, for walking away and getting so upset. In the way you fell asleep in an armchair in the living room and woke up when he came home in the morning, not even noticing you and going up to his study. In the way you greeted him warmly when he came down, though he didn’t give you time to apologize. In the way you held him like he was what you treasured most, like he was something you didn’t want to lose. In the way you asked to see what he was working on. In the way you let him leave.

In the way you let him tell you he was in love with someone else.

“I didn’t realize it until now — all I wanted was to get more knowledge of the Earth, to bring to you; to show you I cared,” he gave explanation after explanation as you stood in the garden he showed you, and you thought you should’ve questioned why you were spending the evening together.

But he suddenly stopped, shutting his mouth and pausing to look over you.

He’d never seen you cry. Not once. He’d seen you upset, he’d seen you overjoyed, he’d seen you devastated just months ago, but he’d never seen you cry — and to think, the first time he did, it was because he was making you cry. Because he hurt you.

He tried to reach out, and this time you didn’t push him away. It was worse. Your arms hugged your shoulders and your wings wrapped around yourself as you stared at the ground, taking a cowering step away from him. He wished you’d turn your back on him, spare him from seeing what he’d done, but you didn’t.

There was a long silence as you urged yourself to calm down, breathing slowly.

Finally, you said, “I don’t fault you for falling in love.” His throat tightened as you finally turned away from him. He was wrong. That wasn’t what he wanted at all. Not like this. “I want you to be happy. If this is what makes you happy then… Then, I’m happy for you.”

“But I did give you a chance to leave,” you wanted to remind him, but he spoke before you could, “Don’t lie to me,” he said, begging and sounding completely defeated. You’d never lied to him before, but he knew you were now. “I know you—”

Instead you reminded him, “Then you know that I love you. I always have… I should’ve said it more than I did, I know, but I never thought you’d doubt me.”

And he could hear it over and over; your reassurance, and your confession. You told him long before he ever told you.

“But,” you mocked his silence, resentment he knew you would eventually feel for him seeping into your voice as you said, “you know how Virtues are.”

Sometimes, they abandon you.

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redrose10 · 3 months

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Chapter 15!

This one has a lot of ups and downs. I really hope you guys like this chapter. We are getting closer to the end. As always I appreciate all the comments and messages.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 4, 806

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

Entering the passcode into Jimins door lock was harder than you expected in your current state. You weren’t sure what was worse, the pounding headache from the hangover, the pain in your chest from having Yoongi break your heart again, or the nausea in your stomach from the guilt of sleeping with Woo-Sung.

It seemed like a great idea last night. You were upset and hurt and you knew Yoongi really didn’t like him so it seemed like the perfect way to get back at him. But when you woke up in his bed with your dress still half off of your body you felt an immediate sense of regret. You felt like you stooped down to Yoongi’s level. You knew you were better than that.

Dropping your bag by the front door all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep off all of the feelings you were having. To make it worse you were supposed to go over to Yoongi’s later with Woo-Sung, neither men you wanted to see right now.

You felt like the universe was out to get you when you turned the corner finding Jimin and Yoongi sitting at the table talking and sipping on some coffee. Yoongi noticed you first eyeing you up and down with a smirk clearly liking your outfit.

Jimin noticed you next but he didn’t have the same reaction. Instead he snorted at your appearance.

“Rough night?”, he asked.

“Don’t want to talk about it.”, you mumbled beginning to walk away.

“And here I thought I had a terrible time being stuck at the office with your husband for eighteen hours straight, but seems you got me beat.”, he continued.

You stopped suddenly turning to face the two men.

“Wait you both were at the office all day yesterday?”

“Yeah we got there yesterday morning and found out we were about to lose the JYP deal so we spent all day and night in negotiations trying to save it. This tyrant over here wouldn’t even let me leave to go eat. Y/N, I had to starve.”, Jimin dramatically pointed over at Yoongi.

“I really hope you get an Oscar for that performance. I told you that you couldn’t go get lunch because Han from JYP was supposed to contact us back at any minute for a conference call. Did you forget that afterwards I ordered you a very nice steak dinner AND then got you late night pizza when you were still hungry?”, Yoongi rolled his eyes.

He then turned his attention over to you, “I’m sorry I didn’t call Y/N. I was just so stressed about this whole thing. That would’ve been a multimillion dollar loss so I had to stay really focused until we were able to save it.”

You nodded which only made your headache and nausea even worse. Suddenly you weren’t in the sleeping mood.

“Jimin can I talk to you about something please. Like right now. In private.”

The two men gave you a questioning look before Jimin pushed himself away from the table and followed you to your current room.

“What’s going on? You seem really off.”, he asked while you shut the door.

“Jimin I need you to be 100% completely honest with me. Did Yoongi leave the office at any point yesterday?”

You checked your phone to see what time Mrs. Chan had called as she said she’d seen Yoongi ten minutes beforehand.

“Were you with him at around three in the afternoon?”

He looked at you with a confused look.

“Yoongi got there at his normal time in the morning and that’s when he got the message that the JYP deal was falling apart. We spent the entire day in his office. Luckily he has that in suite bathroom or he probably would’ve just handed me an empty bottle. We were on a call with someone from JYP around 3. We finally left at about 2am and he wanted to come here and see you and then you weren’t here so we just stayed awake to wait for you. I was with him the entire time and he never left the room.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your knees up to your chest. “Oh no oh no oh no. I can’t believe this. Jimin what did I do? Why did I believe that crazy old woman?”

“Y/N what’s going on? What did you do?”

You shook your head, “I fucked up. I just ruined everything.”

“Hey hey just calm down. What happened?”

“Our neighbor called me yesterday to complain about Yoongi and Suri making out in the hallway of the apartment building. I asked her if she was sure it was Yoongi and she said yes. She could even smell his cologne. So I got really upset and did something so stupid. I went over to Woo-Sungs and got pretty drunk and ended up sleeping with him. I’m so awful. I’m not that kind of person. And Yoongi has been trying so hard to fix everything and change and I just went and blew it in one night.”

You expected your best friend to hug you, maybe wipe your tears, and offer some comforting words. You didn’t expect him to double over in laugher right in front of you though.

“What the hell Jimin? It’s not funny.”

“Yes it is Y/N. It really is. You really don’t remember anything do you?”

You shook your head. He took a seat next to you and continued, “Woo-Sung called Yoongi last night while we were at the office. He said you showed up to his place already pretty tipsy complaining about how your neighbor told you about Yoongi and Suri making out in the hallway. Before he could stop you, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the counter and took a few big swigs. You got pretty drunk off of it and then moments later you tried removing your dress, but only got the straps off when you tripped because your shoes were too big and then you started crying. Woo-Sung said he was waiting for his mom to stop by to drop off some stuff so he couldn’t leave and was just gonna let you sleep it off in his bed and then bring you home in the morning, but he wanted Yoongi to know about it. He even sent Yoongi a text later saying he owed him for having to sleep on the couch in his own home.”

“What?! So I didn’t actually sleep with him? And you guys knew about all of this? Then how did Mrs. Chan smell his cologne in the hallway?”

He continued to laugh at your expense, “Do you really think Yoongi would be so calmly sitting at the table if he came home at 2am to find you missing and he didn’t know where you were? Remember that one time you took too much cold medicine and were completely passed out? Well when you didn’t answer Yoongi’s call in the middle of the night he sent Jungkook to check on you.”

“What?! I knew I saw someone in my room that night, but I kept telling myself it was just the fever making me see things. I am gonna kill them both.”

Jimin laughed even harder, “He was just really worried because he knew how sick you were and then you weren’t answering him which was unlike you. In his defense Jungkook was only supposed to knock on the door to see if you answered. Jungkook’s the one that went rouge and broke in like he was James Bond or something.”

“Okay whatever. I’ll take that up with Jungkook another day.”, you huffed.

“So Yoongi knows everything and is okay with it?”, you asked.

“I mean sure he was kind of pissed off you ran to Woo-Sung right away, but I think he gets it. Yoongi is well aware of his past with you. And as far as Mrs. Chan is concerned, Suri wears the feminine version of Yoongi’s cologne. Some bullshit about it reminding her of him. I told Taehyung to discontinue it, but it’s a best seller and I think he’s a little scared of Suri to be honest. That old bat Mrs. Chan just probably didn’t notice the difference and assumed it was Yoongi. Suri also has a type so there’s a high probability that this guy she was with did look like Yoongi especially from behind.”

You stared at the ground somehow feeling better, but worse at the same time.

You definitely owe Woo-Sung an apology for your behavior. You wondered if your famous cookies would be enough.

A knock at the door interrupted Jimins giggle fit and when he opened it Yoongi appeared holding a hot cup of coffee and a bagel sandwich. Jimin got the hint and left to finally get some sleep while Yoongi took his place sitting down next to you on the bed offering the coffee.

“Here drink this. I’m sure you feel even worse than you look right now.”

Taking the cup you took a sip of the hot liquid. The caffeine instantly taking the edge off of your headache.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I shouldn’t have acted out like that especially without talking to you first. I was just so upset and hurt and not thinking straight.”

He smiled, “No need to be sorry. I understand why you did it. Honestly, I’m mostly upset that he got to see you in this dress before I did.”

Playfully you shoved his shoulder.

“I feel a little hurt honestly. I went over there looking like this and he just put me to sleep without even touching me.”

“Well I mean I’m like one of the biggest assholes on the planet and even I wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman no matter what she was wearing.”

You nodded, “True, true. I guess that is a good thing. There should be more people like that.”

“Yeah there really should AND it might also have a little something to do with the fact that when he agreed to go along with this whole plan, I might have, kind of, told him that if he ever touched you I’d take his guitar and shove it down his throat.”

“Yoongi that wasn’t very nice.”, you scolded somewhat playfully somewhat seriously.

Feeling a sudden rush of dizziness you rested your head on his shoulder taking in the smell of his cologne which had pretty much all worn off at that point besides a faint touch of cinnamon.

“We really need to get you a new cologne by the way. You’re like a billionaire, but you only have one bottle. It doesn’t make sense.”

“You should pick one out for me. Something that you like.”

“Really? Can I?”

“Yeah, but maybe don’t get this one customized.”

He chuckled while you cringed at the memory.

“If you weren’t with Suri then who was she making out with in the hallway?”, you asked taking a bite of the bagel he was offering you.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t know and don’t care. Hopefully she found some other poor soul to suck the life out of. But it does worry me that she might have something up her sleeve and this was all part of a bigger plan of hers. So we should definitely be on the watch for that.”

You finished off the bagel with some help from Yoongi before deciding that it was time for a shower and to get some sleep before Woo-Sung would pick you up to head over and put the rest of the plan in motion.

As you stood up you glanced over at the dresser where you had placed your ring the day before noticing an empty spot.

“Oh no! Where did it go?”, you said in between tears that instantly started falling. You dropped down on the ground feeling around hoping to find it.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“I lost it Yoongi.”

“Lost what? Your mind?”, he chuckled.

“Not funny. I lost my ring. I put it right here on the dresser before I left last night. I have no idea how it could be lost.”

Still crawling around on the floor you didn’t even notice that Yoongi had walked over and was now crouching down next to you. When he finally cleared his throat you turned around so fast almost knocking him over. He was holding up the ring you were currently crying over.

“I saw it when I came to look for you in here after getting back from the office. I didn’t want it to get lost so I put it in my pocket.”

“Oh thank goodness.”, you said trying to grab the ring, but he took it just out of your reach.

“Yoongi can I please have my ring back?”

“I think you should go ringless for now. It’ll be more believable to Suri if you’re not wearing it. Every little detail counts.”

You couldn’t stop the pout that formed on your lips and Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from finding it to be the cutest thing ever.

“Plus I thought maybe when this whole thing is over I’d propose to you again. You know like actually propose, like you deserve.”, he said helping you off the floor.

“Alright, but it better include a song you wrote for me or I might just say no this time.”, you chuckled which Yoongi met with a gummy smile and blushed cheeks.

“I wish you could stay here with me.”, you said watching him put on his jacket.

“I know. Me too, but I don’t want the she demon to get suspicious.”

You laughed at the new nickname for Suri before wrapping your arms around him.

“Just a little more time and then we can put this all behind us.”, he gave you a kiss and you watched him walk out the door.

When you woke up a few hours later your headache had disappeared and you were feeling much better. After getting ready you walked out to find the living room already packed. Yoongi and Jin were sat at the table arguing over what restaurant they should order chicken from. Jimin was at the stove making a large pot of coffee knowing it’ll be needed. You heard someone clear their throat and then you saw Woo-Sung sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. Your cheeks instantly heated up with embarrassment.

Slowly you walked over to stand next to him.

“Listen Woo-Sung I am so sorry about last night. I was just upset and not thinking straight. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable and I’m sorry that you had to sleep on the couch.”

He chuckled before shaking his head, “It’s okay Y/N. I’m just glad you came to me instead of going some place where you could’ve been taken advantage of. Cause I mean you did look really really good last night. If your husband wasn’t so scary I’d definitely say we should try that again, but sober.”

Before you could reply someone grabbed your hand and started pulling you away. Without looking you already knew it was Yoongi.

He glared at Woo-Sung before mouthing at him to watch it.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked once you were comfortably sitting at the table next to him.

“Better I guess. How about you?”

“Exhausted. I think I only got like two hours of sleep.”

“Was Suri there when you got back?”

He chuckled, “Yeah unfortunately. I found out who her hallway friend was.”

“Seriously? How? Who was it?”, you gasped with wide eyes.

“Suri left her phone out on the table while she was showering and luckily I guessed her passcode in only two tries. I saw these text messages between her and some guy that goes by Woozi. There was a photo of him as the contact and he looks a lot like me. I could see how Mrs. Chan would get confused. They went back and forth about planning a meet up and making out in the hall as the neighbors were walking around. It seems she knew that one of the neighbors would end up calling you to tell you what they saw. I have a feeling that she’s still not 100% satisfied with the situation and wants to make sure that there’s absolutely no chance that you and I reconcile.”

“She’s crazy Yoongi. There’s no nice way to put it. What did you ever see in her?”

“She was an easy hookup. I thought she felt the same way that I did. I swear I never thought she’d get like this.”

Before you could speak Jin cleared his throat indicating it was time to get things started.

Jimin and Jin helped attach the hidden recording device to Woo-Sungs chest using some tape. His shirt hid it nicely and they ran some quick tests to make sure everything was in order. Yoongi texted Suri to let her know that he was stuck at the office again, but that you would be stopping by to grab more of your things. Yoongi was going to stay there with Jimin and Jin so that Suri would feel more comfortable talking to Woo-Sung.

Yoongi met you at the dork to help you with your coat and Jin met you not long after.

“So everyone has their story straight? Remember Woo-Sung, just try and get her to do most of the talking. Try and guide her into revealing that Namjoon is the father and that she’s been blackmailing Yoongi with it.”, Jin spoke as Woo-Sung nodded in understanding.

You gave Yoongi a quick kiss goodbye before heading out the door.

Standing outside the penthouse door you were confused whether you should knock or just go in or maybe have Yoongi call her. Woo-Sung gave your hand a light squeeze, “We got this.”Opting for option number two you entered in the passcode which thankfully still worked. Just as you were taking off your shoes you could hear a loud sigh come from the entrance way.

“Don’t you know how to knock? You don’t live here any more remember? Or is that too much for your little brain to handle.”

“Fuck off Suri. Yoongi said he told you I was coming over. I just have to grab a few things and then we’ll leave.”

“Well hello to you too you little bitc-. Kim Woo-Sung? What are you doing here?”

Turning around you saw that Woo-Sung had made an appearance which quickly got the attention of Suri.

He smiled and outstretched his hand, “Nice to meet you. I’m just here with Y/N.”

“With Y/N? What is someone like you doing with a poor waste of space like her?”

He awkwardly cleared his throat, “She’s actually quite lovely.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment as you walked back towards your old room. You really didn’t need anything so you grabbed a small bag and started filling it with random articles of clothing to make it seem like you took something.

“Come sit with me. Would you like any bring to drink?”, Suri asked flirtatiously.

He shook his head taking the seat next to her on the couch.

Back at Jimins apartment him, Jin, and Yoongi were all listening to the conversation in real time.

“This is so cool. I feel like a secret agent.”, Jimin quipped.

The two older men quickly gave him a look to silence him.

“I really hope this works.”, Yoongi replied. “It’ll be fine. We just have to get what we need.”, Jin said trying to calm his friend.

“So how did the two of you meet?”, Suri asked twirling a strand of hair around her pointer finger.

“Ummm we met a while ago at a party. You know, friend of a friend type stuff. ”

“Oh and are you two just now getting to know each other?”

“Yeah Y/N has been pretty upset lately. She has been going through a lot of stuff so we’ve really connected.”

“Mmhm I see.”

“Yeah so what about you? I heard from Y/N you’re pregnant with Yoongi’s baby?”

She giggled,”Yes I sure am. See the little bump? We are so excited. Yoongi’s been picking out names already and we’re going to start on the nursery once Y/N gets the rest of her crap out of there.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes so hard he gave himself a headache while Jimin and Jin couldn’t contain their laughter next to him.

“Congratulations. I’m sure Yoongi is super excited. He’ll have a little farmhand to give him some help.”

“I’m sorry what?”, she asked coughing on her sip of water.

“Yeah Yoongi told me a while ago that if he ever had children he wouldn’t want them to grow up in an apartment in the city with a dad who was never around because all he did was work. So he said he’d leave the company and move out to the countryside and buy a sheep farm for his family to live on.”

“Oh my God, Yoongi and these fucking sheep.”, you whispered to yourself after eavesdropping on the conversation the best you could from your room.

“No I don’t think Yoongi would do that. I mean why would he give all this up?”, she asked gesturing around the very large penthouse.

He shrugged, “Dont know. I just heard Jin complaining that he was going to have to drive his Mercedes in the mud to go visit Yoongi since he was was looking at farmland for sale the other day.”

“Well we are not going to live like that so I’ll have to say something to him.”

“Yeah probably should bring that up to him. Especially before he wastes the time and money to order the DNA test.”, he chuckled.

“What DNA test?”

“Oh well I just assumed that someone with as much power and money as Yoongi would require a DNA test for any kid being claimed as his. You know, just to protect his assets and stuff.”

“No Yoongi wouldn’t do that. He knows this baby is his. There’s no way he’d put me or the baby through that. And even if he did for some reason I’d never agree to it.”, she nervously chuckled.

“I mean I’m pretty sure he could get it court ordered if he really wanted to.”

“Wow, she went through all this scheming and conniving and never even thought about what would happen if Yoongi asked for a DNA test. What an idiot.”, Jimin chuckled.

“I mean we never thought about that either. We could’ve just requested that she get a DNA test and when it showed Yoongi wasn’t the father we could’ve just used that. We didn’t even have to go through this whole extravagant thing.”, Jin responded. The three men sat staring at each other in realization.

Yoongi cleared his throat, “This is a good thing though. Now we will have this recording as well to make sure she can’t twist it around.”

Suri was beginning to panic. She hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Yoongi requesting his own DNA test because she honestly believed Yoongi would just bow down and give in to her.

“Why do you care so much about a DNA test? It doesn’t matter to you anyway.”, she spat.

Woo-Sung put his hands up in defense, “I really don’t care. I was just asking since Yoongi is an acquaintance of mine and I care about his well-being. You’re the one that’s getting so defensive about it.”

“Sorry, it’s just the hormones or something.”, she said trying to calm herself down.

You had quietly moved to the hallway just out of sight of the two of them in the living room. This was taking a lot longer than you had thought it would and you weren’t sure that Suri was going to break. You weren’t sure where he was going with this, but you were done leaving it up to the men and decided to take matters into your own hands. You made your presence known by greeting the two of them.

Yoongi, Jin, and Jimin looked at each other in panic as they heard your voice through the speaker. They hadn’t gotten what they needed so you weren’t supposed to be there yet.

As you sat down on the chair opposite Suri and Woo-Sung she scoffed at your audacity to make yourself comfortable.

“What are you doing? You don’t live here any more remember. Don’t be rude.”, she glared at you.

“Yes Suri, I am aware of that. I left on my own. I just wanted to talk things out with you. Like adults.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Things were great between Yoongi and I and then you showed up. But now we finally get to be a happy family. Me, him, and our baby.”

You fought back an eye roll, “I am happy for you and I hope you guys have a long happy life together. If you ever need anything just let me know. I am always here.”

Suri looked at you with suspicion, “Why would I ever need anything from you?”

“I don’t know. I mean one day when Yoongi decides he’s had enough and leaves and you’re left all alone you might need some help.”, you shrugged.

“That will never happen. Especially now that I’m pregnant.”

“Mmhm. I mean he already hardly comes home now that you’re living here. Who knows how many women he’s hooking up with just to get away from you.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re mad he left you.”

“Am I? Do you really think I care? I still get the benefits of being his wife without the emotional baggage that comes with it. You on the other hand? You’re just the other woman that he accidentally got pregnant. If that baby really is his.”

Suri scoffed, “Of course this baby is his. Who else’s would it be?”

“I don’t know. Could be the guy you were making out with in the hallway the other day. Woozi I think his name is? Could be any other guy in this country. I mean I was having a few drinks with Namjoon the other day and he said some interesting stuff that makes me think the baby could even be his.”

You could see Suri’s body tense up at the mention of Namjoon.

You continued, “He mentioned something about the two of you hooking up and now you’re suddenly pregnant. Seems a little suspicious to me.”

“So what? I hooked up with him. I’m an adult and can sleep with whoever I want.”, she crossed her arms.

“No no you’re right. You can sleep with anyone you want. Just like Namjoon can take you to court over the custody of this baby if he wants to and it sounds like he does.”

“He doesn’t have the guts to do that. He’s way too passive.“

“I don’t know. He seemed pretty set on it the other day. Said he was already contacting lawyers and everything.”

Suri was visibly upset. You were starting to feel kind of bad because you didn’t want the innocent baby getting stressed out. You just needed that final push to send her overboard.

“Namjoon showed me all the proof he has while we were drinking. It all looked pretty believable to me, but then again I’m not a lawyer.”

“What proof?! I destroyed the DNA test that verified him as the father. I deleted every conversation we had about it. Namjoon has nothing confirming he is the father other than word of mouth and that means nothing! Yoongi is going to be seen as the father of this baby no matter what and that’s that.”

“You’re right Suri. Guess you have nothing to worry about then. Come on Woo-Sung, let’s go. I want to get out of here before Yoongi gets home.”

Suri jumped up to follow the two of you,

“I know what you’re up to Y/N. You think you just got dirt on me, but no one will believe you. It’s your word against mine. And if you try anything I will make your life miserable. I’ve blackmailed Yoongi for years and I won’t even think twice about doing the same to you.”

“Okay Suri. Have a good night.”, you smirked as you walked to the door with Woo-Sung following closely behind.

“Well that didn’t go exactly to plan.”, he chuckled awkwardly once safely in the elevator.

You heard your phone go off from your pocket. Taking it out the screen illuminated with a message from Yoongi.

“Good job baby. We got exactly what we needed. Now hurry up and get back here. I have a special reward waiting for you.”

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pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

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warnings: attack description, clicker attack, nightmares, anxiety, wound description, angst, denial of feelings, alcohol mentioned, swearing, mentions and descriptions of gun use, near death experience (if u can’t handle the game don’t read)

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a/n ive played tlou 3x and tlou2 2x (going through my second round rn) so shut up pls i dont want any of the ‘you only like joel bc hes pedro’ fr come on ive been playing this game since i was 12. (i’m not like other girls 🥵) jackson joel just does something to me mmmm. wrote this nov 18 ‘22 saved for today

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summary Y/N gets attacked by a clicker during an intense time with Joel

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You could feel the air escaping your lungs at a dangerous rate. The rifle at your side slammed against your thigh as you kept running. The thick forest was just as you remembered it; wet, cold, and dark.

You were outnumbered. Mostly runners, but you spotted a few clickers. The brush on the forest floor wasn’t helping. Your heavy breathing and the sloshing of your boots against the snowy ground were making too much noise.

Where the fuck was Ellie?

3 bullets. Rifle was empty, spent that on some sharp shooting up the hill on some runners you and Ellie found in the town. How stupid were you? Those were an easy kill with a knife. But your childish games on who could get the best headshot left you empty.

Your heart dropped as the rock formation appeared. It was too high. It covered the forest like the earth split into two. That is when you came to terms, and you had to come to it quickly.

You were going to die.

Soon enough, the first runner appeared. Easy kill. One down, maybe 7 to go?

Where the fuck was Ellie?

The next one came. Two down. Three at a time now? A fucking clicker followed them? You wished the brush was tall enough to hide in.

It was useless fighting off three runners at a time with a clicker on their heels. This was it. Death.

The stone wall was cool against your backside. You hugged your knees to your chest as you pulled out your handgun.

At least the clicker would have a good meal.

Shot- one down. Shot- another. The clicker sped up. Shot, wounded but not dead. Quick slice with the knife. Dead.

The shrieking screams of the clicker engulfed your senses as the monster came running at you. It’s flailing arms we’re the last thing you were prepared to see.

You felt the hands on your shoulder. Dead hands of a monster, unspeakable to most. The hands grabbed your shoulders, but no bite came.

Just blinding white noise and a splatter on your face.

You had convinced yourself you were dead. You would never see anyone again. You had died the same death as your father years prior. The death that left you alone.

“Dad?” you managed to mutter out.

The white noise turned into ringing as two hands held your shoulder and shook you.

“Y/N? Y/N please, are you okay?”

Ellie.

“Maria I found her! Here!”

Cloth material wiped over your eyes and they opened. Ellie, splattered with blood stood in front of you with the most panicked look you had ever seen on the girls face.

“Your okay!” she yelled at you, wrapping her arms around you.

Sitting besides you two was the headless clicker that should have killed you.

***

You should be dead. Get this horrible life over with. Dead with your father, with the mother you never knew. Living a life without this disease, these creatures. Free of pain.

When you woke up in the medical wing you were pretty sure almost the whole town was there. You felt like an item on display at a museum. Looking over all the eyes, you most definitely were not searching for his. The whole reason you volunteered to go out with Ellie that day instead of Dina. And of course, he was not there. Why would he be?

“She’s awake!” someone yelled from the crowd. Every eye in the room seemed to fall on you at once. The nurse pushed past the group of people and went to your side.

“For heavens sake! Get out!” the nurse yelled to the group of onlookers. “Give her some goddamn space.” you heard from the crowd as people started to walk towards the exit.

Everyone wanted a look at the girl who survived a clicker attack.

“Hey,” she said, slowly approaching you and sitting on the chair next to your bed. “Ellie!” you exclaimed, embracing the girl tightly. “What happened?” you asked Ellie, releasing your grip on her and settling back into the bed.

The bond had been there since the day you met her. You always remember the look of the scared little girl on the back of Joel’s horse when they first entered Jackson. The bond you two had helped her grow into the person she is now. Ellie had always described you as an older sister. But Ellie was always there for you, and you for her. She was your best friend, platonic soulmate. And a damn good shot.

“I killed it,” she said bluntly. “I-I came at the right time it was about to bite you and- you should have seen it Y/N my shotgun did a number on that thing.”

“A-am I infected?” you asked, looking down at your body for the first time. Your tank top was still on, your jacket was missing. Your jeans were covered in dry blood and smelt of pine needles.

“It’s been three days. You got some pretty nasty scratches though. Sick looking if you ask me. Scars of a warrior.” she added, referring to her tattoo.

And that’s when you saw them. The claw marks were sewn shut on your left shoulder. Your eyes widened as you began to panic. You began to squirm and the pain set in.

“Hey, hey calm down. She took care of you. Best nurse in town, I made sure.” Ellie said, grabbing your good shoulder and stroking your arm to calm you down.

“The doctors said if your vitals stay stable for the next few hours you can go home. Dina and I cleaned up the place for you,” Ellie smiled, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What have people been saying?” you asked, holding her hand tightly in yours. “That your a hero. You cleared out that building and we found a stash of food that’s going to last for… well, probably a good year. That’s amazing Y/N! They found baby formula for JJ- tons of it. You were right it was the old warehouse.”

A small smile rose to your lips but Ellie could tell what you really wanted to hear about.

What Joel had been saying.

And Joel hasn’t said much. Tommy had told him a brief description in passing of what happened when it was happening. He figured you were dead when they sent out a rescue wagon for you. He even watched as Maria’s horse lead in your body. Ellie was sitting with you in her arms screaming for a nurse, your whole left arm was covered in blood. What was visible of your face was white as a sheet and you weren’t moving. Joel had to silently give up the inkling of what could have been. Hell, you were the first girl who he even considered after his divorce over thirty years ago. It had to end one day and he had to silently agree with it.

“I don’t…” Ellie began, following with a sigh. “Y/N, don’t get yourself worked up over it. It’s not worth it.” Ellie began, knowing her friend too well. “Did he even come and see me?” you asked, looking to Ellie’s eyes. She couldn’t look into yours. She closed her eyes for a quick moment and shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

“Am I a fool?” you asked her. “I’m not sure,” she replied, weary.

The whole reason you went with her instead of Dina was because of Joel. You most definitely could not face him that day after the previous night.

He had knocked on your door a little after nine. He noticed a change in your demeanor today when he came in the room while teaching the some of the kids how to shoot. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Joel felt like he had some responsibility over you to make sure you were always okay because of what happened.

Joel was the one who was with your father when he died.

Sure, he was older than you. You weren’t sure exactly, but he was younger than your father by many years. The attraction from your end started when you saw him drunk off his ass during a celebration dancing with Tommy in the bar. It was the most unconventionally attractive thing, but it flipped some switch in you. When your dad died he taught you how to perfect your aim and kill efficiently. Never crossing any line because you were his dead friend’s daughter. And you were so close to Ellie. Ellie wasn’t too fond of your crush that you confided in her, but she grew to love the idea. Her family.

He came and visited you a little after nine. You were about to slip into bed before you heard the knock on your door. The night was cold and your pajama pants and thin tank top was not cutting it. You invited him inside. He had brought you a tiny gift to lift your mood; a bottle of gin. Your favorite. And you two drank at least half of that bottle of gin. You talked about everything from your father’s death to the time Tommy accidentally washed his clothes with Maria’s pink bra and still has an abundance of pink clothing to this day. The gin was most definitely speaking when you told him how you felt.

And he left.

“Let it go for now- okay? We’re gonna get you out of here and back home.” Ellie reassured you. Nodding your head, you fell back into the cold bed and closed your eyes just wishing it could all go away.

Home was empty as it could be. The bottle of gin sat on your coffee table. Your bed was made for the first time in years. Your work station was organized and all of your pens and art supplies were cleaned. You had remembered when Joel gave you those pens, he found them one day and thought of you. Your rifles now hung on your wall. Definitely was Dina’s idea, but you liked it. A tiny gift wrapped in a beige paper with a tiny bit of twine around it sat under your newly mounted rifles.

“Woo hoo. Christmas.” you said to yourself sarcastically. Kneeling down, you opened the package.

Bullets.

For safe keeping, ~Maria

Of course it was from Maria. She always played the mother you never had when she wanted to.

The immense feeling of sleep hit you like a brick wall. I guess being attacked by a clicker and living was a strenuous activity. All you wanted now to do was sleep. Unmaking the nicely folded sheets, you melted back into your bed. The sun was setting in your window and the horses were coming in for the day. You could hear them trotting past your window. You wondered if Joel was just feet away. It was what now… Thursday? You couldn’t remember if he still did the Thursday shift or if he switched with someone else. Who cares, sleep was creeping up slowly and the thought of Joel set you out cold.

The forest was blacker than usual. Without a doubt, you recognized where you were. Running again. All you seemed to do was run now these days. Taking a brief look back while you ran through the forest, you stopped as you realized a whole hoard of clickers were just at your heels. You didn’t have time to react. They were on you ripping your flesh off your body. The dream never seemed to end. You felt each bite and tear of your flesh until-

“Y/N!” Maria screamed, shaking you awake and still being mindful of your wound. “Fuck!” you screamed, sobbing into her arms. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you continued, squirming in bed as she held you.

Your door was wide open and it was now pitch black out. The screams alerted security, and they called for a search of the town. Tommy quickly found the source of the screams and sent Maria in.

Standing outside your door was Tommy, peering in on the sight of his wife with you.

“Gather people. She needs to be watched.” Maria commanded Tommy as she held your shaking body. Too many people had left their homes now to look at the scene and disrupted the peaceful night.

Ellie sat with your head in her lap, slowly stroking your hair trying to get you to fall asleep. “Don’t worry. Nobody in this town will let anything happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The whole previous night you didn’t sleep. You stared at your wall and just thought. And that whole day you delved yourself in drawings you hadn’t finished or poems you had the inspiration for. Took a shower. You looked through your closet and picked out a fresh outfit. You tried all the little things that usually worked on your old self, but your old self was gone.

That bottle of gin sat on your coffee table and haunted you throughout the day as well. You didn’t have the heart to throw it away, or the mindset to drink it. So there it sat. Pitiful.

You were at a loss for words. No words could describe the immense amount of pain re living that memory caused last night.

Ellie began to hum a tune. It was sweet and reminded you of something innocent. Your eyes began to get heavy. “You ready?” she asked, fluffing up your pillow. Reluctantly, you shook your head yes.

The absolute end was there and tiredness finally seeped in. Distraught sleep left and peaceful sleep took its place.

Ellie dimmed your lamp and smoothed the covers on your bed. It reminded you of the time you took care of Ellie years ago when she was sick. “Sweet dreams,” she said, giving your forehead a brief kiss.

Mumbling was heard outside your door, but you didn’t care.

The field was beautiful. Finally, peace. The flowers stemmed beautifully and the sun shown down on your face. Your hands ran through the fresh green grass. Laying in the rays, you suddenly felt the field get smaller. Sitting up, you realized the sun had disappeared and the field was getting smaller and smaller by the second. The sudden edge of a forest was getting closer and closer. And then with one blink you were back. The forest erected around you. You were back.

“No, no…” he heard from your house. Joel’s interest peaked from the grounds left in his coffee mug to the silent struggles in your bedroom. He lifted himself off your porch chair and looked through your window. You were writhing in bed.

“Ellie!” you let out the first yell. It was so loud that it startled Joel to his core and began a flight of panic. Joel didn’t hesitate to burst your door open. “Ellie don’t leave!” you yelled again.

“Hey,” he said softly, patting your shoulder. A loud groan of pain came from your lips. Joel’s heart sank as the feelings on guilt he felt for letting you go on patrol that day set in once again.

“Y/N!” he whisper yelled, yanking your body over to face him. Your eyes shot open. Ripped from the dream into another one.

You looked him up and down. This wasn’t real. It was another dream. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shut them tight, praying you would wake up somewhere else.

“It was a bad dream,” he whispered, resting his hand on your thigh. His thumb patiently rubbed your thigh as your breathing sped up. Your legs matched up perfectly, knees facing him. Your face was buried in your hands that were now grasping at your eyes.

“Stop it,” Joel hissed, grabbing your manic hands tightly. “This isn’t real,” you cried out, sobs following it.

His heart seemed to break into a million pieces when you started to full on cry. The last time he dealt with a crying girl it was Ellie. Wait- no, maybe it was Sarah. He honestly wasn’t sure, but it was most definitely years ago.

“Everything is alright. I know how it is. I-I didn’t sleep for a few days after my first clicker encounter. Those things are nasty fuckers.” he said, his hand returning to your thigh trying to soothe you. He was clueless on what he was supposed to do.

At this point, you realized you weren’t dreaming. He was here. His hand was on your thigh. He was sitting on your bed. You were in a tank top that cut a little too low for your liking.

Your teary eyes looked up and met his. He hadn’t moved his gaze off of your face. He gave you a soft reassuring smile.

Joel cursed himself for letting his feelings creep back in. This was wrong anyways, he felt sick any time he thought about you. The pit of his stomach couldn’t handle it much more, he had pretty much forgotten about you (as much as he would like to admit). But when Tommy assigned him second watch of you that night, he just knew it had trouble written all over it.

“Go back to sleep now. Pretty girls need their beauty sleep.” he said, instantly regretting it.

That line worked on Sarah, but in a whole different way with a much different meaning. He wanted to suck back in the words as fast as he said them.

Letting a tense breathe go, he steadied himself on your bed frame and made his way to the door.

He had made his way to the door as you spoke.

“Joel?”

His hand stopped his motion as it rested on the top of your door frame.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning around.

“W-will you stay? Just for a little bit.” you said, stuttering as you realized how large his body was compared to your door.

He paused. “I suppose.”

You moved your legs so he would have enough room to sit next to you. You heard his knee crack as he sat down on the low rise bed. His legs sat upward as he leant a hand behind your legs to steady himself.

“I’m sorry.” you said. It had to be said, what better time than now? “I don’t want to hear your apologies.” he huffed. “It was inappropriate.” you spit out again. “No- Y/N, stop. Please.” he asked. “You need to get some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep. Every time I sleep I go… back there. I can’t.” you whimpered. He sighed, groaning and wiping his brow.

“What would you like me to do about it? I can’t do anything.”

“Stay.”

Joel was left confused on how your calmness met his angry tone. He knew you well, he was surprised you weren’t screaming in his face. You didn’t take shit. You were being patient for once in your life.

Oh, how you’ve changed since the attack.

“I’m here. What more do you want from me?” he asked. His tone had extra edge of anger to it that was fueled with a faint passion.

In the darkness, you reached for his hand. It was coarse and dry, with many various scars and callouses you could feel just with a slight touch. He instinctively pulled back a bit, but gave in within the second. Wrapping your fingers with his, you places his hand back on your thigh.

“Y/N I-”

“The thing you were doing before on my leg. It was nice.”

“Oh,” he said, defeating the original thought from his head. His thumb began slowly moving in circles once again.

You were showing him what you needed.

He watched as your sad face closed your eyes and sighed. You felt safe for the first time in days.

Joel felt the pit in his stomach widen and fully consume him. The girl who practically raised Ellie from when she arrived; his dead friend’s daughter; one of the best damn killers in all of Jackson; Y/N. God, he was in so much trouble with his morals.

“I’m too far deep in this shit,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him. “What?” you asked.

“I can’t…” he said, beginning to shake his knee up and down. “What?” repeated yourself in a confused tone.

His strong body swept over yours. He grabbed your shoulder ever so softly and perched you in his arms. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

No initiative had to be made besides the movement of your lips against his. Your hand wrapped itself in his hair, playing softly as he held your back strongly. A slight moan came from his lips that he instantly regretted when you accidentally tugged ever so slightly on his graying strands of hair. For the split second that you two separated gasping for air, he pulled you tighter.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been fighting this,” he whispered on your lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” you sighed, staring back at his scruffy face.

Joel came back to his senses. He felt different. He could never go back to the same person he was a minute ago. His world revolved around something new. No more obsessing over patrol and how to appease Tommy. No more worrying over how Ellie could handle herself. No more worrying about his aching joints and the fear of getting older. Something new became the center of his universe. He had folded.

The girl laying in his arms who now rested her head against his chest.

“You really need sleep darlin’,” he sighed. You sighed in resistance.

“You want me to stay?” he asked, looking down at your exhausted face.

“Please.”

You moved over in your bed as he made himself comfortable. Joel never realized how much larger he was than you until he slept with you in his arms.

You layed on his chest as one arm wrapped around your shoulders. His hand rested comfortably on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” you whispered. He placed a small kiss on your head. Your arms wrapped around your stomach, making yourself more comfortable in his embrace. The only sound in the room was your soft breathing.

“Go to sleep now. Your safe with me, my sweet girl.”

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fantasyandshit · 4 months

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The light and the dark

Type:Series

Part:4/?

Other parts here

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron sister reader

Summary: Yn is recovering from her…incident. Az offers his help.

(Hey a/n here. I just want to take a moment to say thank you guys so much for all the support, past accounts I’ve had have had zero contact so this means so much to me and every time I see I’ve gotten a notification from you guys a smile comes to my face. I love y’all so much and I’m glad you enjoy my work. Please comment if you want to be added to the tag list or just want to tell me something, I love them so much! And remember I need ideas so please send me some! Love y’all enjoy reading!❤️❤️)

Pain. That’s the first thing I feel, agonizing pain throughout my body. Next, I feel a weight in my left hand, something bumped yet smooth. I’m on something soft, and there’s a weight on each side of me, starting just at my shoulder blades. What is that what- I shoot up, adrenaline causing me to not struggle with the added weight but my pain increases and I let out a yelp.

“Hey, hey! Calm down, calm down. You’re ok. You need to lay down.” Hands grapple at me and I struggle as I’m forced back into the bed. I let out groans and small screams as pain continues to flare in the unknown appendages-wings- my fucking wings. I have wings. I fucking.have.wings. And they hurt like hell. Ariel’s face comes in to view and I finally calm down.

“Az-azriel?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. You’re ok. Relax.”

“Hurts.” I whimper, tears coming to my eyes. “Really hurts Az.” That’s the first time Ive called him that and it comes out in a sob.

“I know love. I know. We’re gonna fix it ok. We’re gonna make it better yeah?” I barely register what he called me as I nod my head meekly.

“Hello Yn. I’m madja, I’m a healer. Can you tell me what hurts the most?”

“Wings.” My breath comes out a bit ragged as exhaustion hits me like a brick.

“Shit, some of the wounds reopened, Azriel keep her talking and awake.”

As my eyes flutter I feel two hands on my face, “hey, hey look at me. There she is.” My eyes lock on Ariel’s as shadows dance around me. I look over to his hands, grabbing one in my hand and he tenses as I bring it in front of my face and inspect it.

“Beautiful.” I mumble as my finger traces his scars, “they’re beautiful Az, you’re beautiful.” My eyes flutter again before fire bursts in my wings and I scream loud enough I’m sure the house shook, bucking away and writhing.

“Hold her down shadowsinger.” Az grabs me and holds me as the pain continues.

“No no Az please. It hurts it hurts please. Let me go.”

“Hold her still!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The male looks away, tears of his own surfacing before Rhysand and Feyre appear, immediately understanding the situation and helping Az.

Feyre look to my eyes, “Feyre. Please it hurts. It hurts so bad.”

I watch her heart shatter in her eyes, “I know sis. I know.” Her hand whipped my sweaty face, “it’ll be over soon. I promise, it’ll all get better.”

Finally the pain leaves, now a dull ache as the fae let me go, Feyres hand now going through my hair, I lean into the comfort, eyes fluttering as I relax and finally fall asleep.

———

“She should be awake by now, it’s been two weeks since she last woke up.”

“Relax Az. She needs time, you forget she hasn’t been an Illyrian more than a month and a half and her wings were severely injured not minutes after she was made one.”

A groan leaves my lips and I speak without opening my eyes, my voice horse from lack of use, “please shut up. You’re so loud.”

“Yn?” I crack my eye open to see Az, his hand holding mine as he faces me, Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian, and a blond femal I do not recognize take different positions around the room.

“Hey Az.” A smile forms on my lips, “you were worried about me. That’s sweet.” I laugh at the blush that forms on his cheeks, Cassian and Rhysand doing the same. “I don’t mean to be rude but who are you?” I turn to the beautiful blond female.

“I’m Morrigan. It’s nice to finally officially meet you. I’ve heard A lot about you.”

“All good things I hope.”

A graceful chuckle leaves her lips, “of course.”

“Where is Nesta and Elain? Are they ok?” The thought rushes to me and I almost sit up but Azriel stops me.

“They’re perfectly fine, Elain is processing and has chosen to do so alone in her room, she didn’t wish to come today, she’s been a few times during your recovery, Nest-“ there’s a tense pause, “Nesta did not wish to visit.” I nod slowly, hurt that the sisters I saved didn’t wish to see me but put it off as them healing mentally. I decide to lighten the mood, taking out minds from the solemn topic.

“Now can someone get me some water, some food, and a wing scratcher. Those exist right? Cause if not you guys will have to play eni meni minie moe to decide who does it for me.” Cassian bellows in laughter, the rest joining as i look at them with raised eyebrows, “I’m serious, these things itch like I’ve bathed them in poison ivy.”

Az squeezes my hand, my attention returning to him as the others arrange for food and water..and figure out how to find a back scratcher. “That’s the ointments love, I’ll help take care of your wings. If you’re ok with that? Wings are precious to our kind, sensitive, sacred.”

“I’d really appreciate that sweetheart.”

Shocks spreads on the males face. “Huh?”

“I said I’d appreciate that. That you’re being a sweetheart.” I try to play it off and he chuckles.

“Ok love, whatever you say.”

“I like that.”

“What?” His brows scrunch as he turns his head a little.

“When you call me love.” Blush creeps up both of our faces as we stare at each other, only broken out my Cassian clearing his throat loudly.

“I have your soup and water. Mor will send in some clothes later for you to bath and change.”

“Thank you, I take the tray from his hands and Az helps me situate myself. “You can go you know. I know you probably have better things to do than baby tend me all day.”

“I’m not baby tending you, I’m helping you recover, and there’s nothing more important to me than helping you.” I look to my soup, praying he doesn’t notice the way my blush deepens further.

———

“Ok, how do you want to do this? I’m sat on a stool in the bathroom, still finding it hard to walk with the weird weight in my back.

“Could you-could you help me, I can’t undress myself.” For the millionth time today a blush spreads in our faces before he answers softly.

“Yeah, yeah I can do that.” His hands brush my back as he undoes the strings of my tunic, careful of my healing wings before he stands me up, leaning me on his arm as he slides my pants off, then helping peal of my undergarments and supporting me as I step into the warm bath water. I sink down as Azriel grabs the soaps needed. “Ok, I’ll start with your hair. Ok?”

“Ok.” I moan at the feeling of his hand massaging my scalp. Eyes falling shut as he leans my head back, carefully poring water over it and repeating that with conditioner.

“Ok um-wings are very intimate, and sensitive. Yours may be more so because they are so new and still healing. Is it ok if I touch them, I will clean them off and make sure to exfoliate and apply a lotion madja gave me to help with your itching and soreness?”

“Yes, yeah you can-you can do what you need to.”

“Ok. Az helps softly pull my wings out so they are flared seeing as I don’t know how to control the muscles yet. He softly scrubs a soap around them, when he hits a larger membrane at the top a gasp and whine leave me-fuck that feels good. “Are you ok?” He drops his movements.

“Yes I’m fine it feels really good.”

“Ok.” He nods before continuing softer than before.

That’s when it happens, his shadows are dancing around us and as I relax I spot them, tendrils of light twirling with his shadows. We both freeze as we watch, one of the lights dashes to me, rubbing my cheek before going to my ear and whispering to me. “Woah.”

“What, what’s going on.” Azriel is no longer calm

“Relax. It’s ok, they-they say I’m like you but I speak to light rather than dark. These are-these are my lights.” I chuckle, a smile gracing my lips as shadows and light twist in my hair and around me and Az’s bodies.

“Thats amazing love.” Az finishes getting the soap off my wings before helping me out and drying me off, slipping the night gown Mor gave me on and applying lotion to my wings. “We’ll tell Rhys about your powers in the morning. For now, get some rest ok love?”

“Ok.” As he turns to leave I catch his wrist, “please stay.”

After a moment, Azriel nods hesitantly, slipping his boots off and sliding into bed with me, tucking himself behind me. I grab his hands, wrapping them around me as I turn so my face is to his chest, our wings overlapping and enveloping us and themselves before we both drift off to sleep.

———

There we go! Part four! I hope you enjoy, I tried to make it really sweet and fluffy. I know it’s moving fast but I can’t hold back with Azzy baby ok.

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nexysworld · 1 year

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Can you do a story where fem reader is having sex dreams about leon and she's so embarrassed to look or talk to him she gets so flustered around him

While they were taking a rest in abandoned cabin Leon hears fem reader dreaming about him

He finds it really arousing hearing her say his name in a desperate way like she wants him so bad

He ends up waking her up and she feels embarrassed but they end up having sex

(つ ͡ꈍ ͜ʖ̫ ͡ꈍ ) Ohohoho I like the way you think anon. ~ Waking Dreams ~ Read on AO3 🖤 Requests are Open 🖤 Masterlist Pairing: Fem!Reader x Leon Tags: NSFW, Sexsomnia, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Wet Dreams, slight dubcon/power dynamics, PWP Word Count: 2.6K

The dreams started a week before the mission, and you hated it. You couldn’t close your eyes without seeing those glistening muscles or his hard, throbbing – nope don’t even think about it. Every night you woke up covered in sweat with your hand in your soaked sticky panties, stewing in feelings of shame. This wasn’t right, Leon was your partner for Christ’s sake, and now you couldn’t even look him in the eye. Of course you had feelings for him, but you ignored them knowing it wasn’t professional to hit on or go out with your mission partner.

Not that your current behavior was that professional - sitting as far as possible from him during meetings, ducking out of rooms as fast as you could. It was worse when he did manage to get close enough to speak, you’d blush, stutter, and forget very basic things like how to hold a coffee mug causing the hot liquid to spill all over his desk. God you felt stupid.

You were just pent up from repressed feelings and a lack of getting laid. This would pass. Sure it would pass. This had to pass. At least that’s what you’d convinced yourself. You had it all planned out, you’d go to the bar with some friends, find a hot guy, fuck like a rabbit until the sun came up - then bam - it would be out of your system and everything would be back to normal. At least that was the plan until the chief announced that you and Leon would be going on a surprise mission to Spain.

“Are you ok?”

“What?” “I said, are you ok? You’ve been acting weird, are you sure you’re up for the mission?” “Yeah Leon, everything is fine.” If there’s one thing you were glad for it’s that Leon was painfully awkward at social interactions. Everyone in the world knew you had a crush on Leon, except Leon. You were lucky he thought something was wrong instead of putting the obvious together. The mission was off to a rough start. No one had warned either of you about the infected villagers which seemed to be everywhere. Eventually, after fending off what felt like hundreds of them, the two of you were able to rest in an old cabin you’d found.

Inquisitively you turned the knob on the sink and running water came out. “Hey, I’m going to check if the water works in the bathroom as well.” Leon nodded at you dismissively, as he checked over his weapons. Relief washed over you when the dingy shower worked. It wasn’t the best bathing experience you’d ever had, but it felt great to get the sweat and grime off of your body. Once you were dried and back into your clothes, minus the tactical gear, you kept watch while Leon took his chance to clean up. When he was done you both sat at the wooden table in the center. “We should probably try to get some sleep.” He suggested. “I normally don’t like to stop moving but we both are more exhausted than we expected.” You dreaded this suggestion for obvious reasons. “No I’m okay, you can go ahead and sleep though.” “We both need sleep, go lay down, I'll keep the first watch.” “Leon, I just don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Why not?” “Look, I'm not going to lay down. So just stop–” “First you spend all your time avoiding me and now you’re arguing with me? Mission partners or not I’m still your superior. Go. Lay. Down. That’s an order.” He snapped, pointing at the bed.

He’d never pulled rank like that before, in fact, he’d never been upset with you before either. You couldn’t argue so you did as you were told making your way to the bed before lying down, falling asleep quicker than expected due to sheer exhaustion. Leon had decided to survey the outside of the cabin just to ensure you were really alone and safe, he figured he could pick and grind down some herbs while he was at it. There was not a person or thing to be found which gave him a brief sense of relief as well. As he was working to pluck red and green plants from the ground he heard your voice calling his name.

He approached the cabin slowly, worried you were in trouble, not wanting to startle any intruders he creaked the door open before sliding in. He scanned the room right to left, no one - so then why? Oh.

Leon watched you through the low light of the flames. You were still lying down, eyes shut softly with your right hand tucked under the pillow. Your left hand had worked its way into your pants, while you squirmed and moaned his name. “Please Leon, m’sorry for being bad, please let me cum….”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat. At first he thought perhaps you knew he’d stepped out and were pleasuring yourself. But to him? He dared to take a few steps forward and whispered your name. When you didn’t respond he got louder. Your sleeping form groaned and rolled over to the side, hand still stuffed in your bottoms - the noises and movement stopped though. That’s when Leon realized you’d been asleep.

He couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed so he opted to pretend he didn’t see it at all. Instead he focused on grinding the herbs down at the table with the pocket pestle. Though a few moments later he heard it again, the soft whimpering of his name. He dared his eyes to look up and sure enough you were back to it. He watched as your hand struggled against the restrictive fabric of your tactical pants, the way your other hand slipped up your shirt fondling your own breast, eyes still peacefully closed. His cock twitched in his own pants at the display. ‘Well that explained a lot about her recent behavior.’ He thought to himself, he knew you’d been acting strange, but he never thought that might be why. In fact, when Hunnigan had mentioned you crushing on Leon he even brushed it off. Now he was thinking she may have been on to something. He stood making his way over to the bed, not quite sure what he was going to do next. He wanted to touch you and he wanted to relieve the aching erection that was now at full attention in his own pants. Under different circumstances he would’ve thought this through more - what if you were just having a dream, it didn’t mean you really liked or wanted him - but every sweet moan of his name was like a hypnotist pulling someone under. Guess there was only one way to find out. He reached down and gently brushed his fingers over your collar bone, dragging them down slightly. You stirred softly, he continued running his fingers down between your clothed breasts to where they met the skin of your belly before running them back up until he was touching your cheek. The sensation on your face caused you to wake up a little, though still groggy. You made out a form hazily standing next to the bed. “Leon?” And then came the realization of your current predicament. “Oh god I wasn’t… I didn’t… you didn’t” Your still sleep soaked brain couldn’t formulate the proper words to ask to explain anything as heat rose to your cheeks. You didn’t even have enough brainpower to think about pulling your hands out of their lewd positions. Leon didn’t respond to your blabbering though, he leaned down close as he ran his hand down and placed it over the clothed hand in your pants. “Poor baby, you’re never going to satisfy yourself like that. Too restrictive, too empty.” He daringly undid the button and zipper of your tactical pants, giving your hand more space. “Want some help?”You didn’t respond, feeling a pang of heat go right to your pussy at his words. You’d never heard his voice sound so husky before either.

“I asked you a question.” He said, giving a light tap to your hand, causing it to rub against your clit, you jolted slightly from the sensation. “Do you want me to help you? It certainly sounded like you did.”

“Y-yes.” You moaned when he brought his hand lower to squeeze your thigh.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You haven’t been very nice to me recently, barely talking to me, running away from me, arguing with me. Maybe you don’t deserve my help.” He brought his lips down to place a kiss on your neck, sucking a soft bruise into your skin, chuckling when you squirmed. “How about we practice using our big girl words. Why don’t you say you’re sorry and try asking me really nicely, I might just be convinced.”

Your body was on fire and your clit throbbed, leaving you defeated to his whims. “Please Leon? I’m sorry for being bad, I’ll be good from now on, please just make me cum.”

“Good girl.” He cooed, capturing your lips with his, biting your bottom one as he pulled away letting it slip from between his teeth with a trail of saliva connecting you still. Leon reached down to pull your hand out of your pants and the other from your shirt. He tugged your pants and underwear down until they were just above your knees, restricting your leg movements. “Stay just like that for me, just for a moment.

He stood straight up making quick work of his own tactical gear, tossing them onto the kitchen table and kicking his boots off before crawling over you on the bed. He leaned forward to kiss you again, dragging one hand along your body until it reached your sopping wet pussy. He loved the way you whimpered into his mouth when he circled your clit with one of his fingers agonizingly slow, before dipping one finger into your hole.

“Shit baby, you’re so wet already just from a dream and a little heavy petting?” He sunk another finger inside while he worked at your clit with his thumb. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve dreamt of me like that, is it?” He sped up his movements as he placed wet kisses along your jaw and neck. “C’mon baby, be honest. If you don’t I’ll stop” He curled his fingers inside of you against that special spot, leaving you breathless for a moment.

“No, please don’t stop . . . yes I’ve been having these dreams all week.” He liked your response, earning you the pleasure of him speeding up his thumb. The coiling heat in your core was wound up so tight you felt you could come undone any moment.

“All week? Oh no wonder you’ve been acting so strange. Got a crush on your partner huh? I bet you were picturing me bending you over my desk when you spilled that coffee, weren’t you?”

“Oh god yeah…Lee I’m gonna -”

“Go ahead baby, cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.”

The coil finally snapped as waves of pleasure rocked throughout your body, he kept his movements slow and steady working you through your orgasm. When he pulled his hand out, he gave a soft slap to your overstimulated clit, loving the whine you let out.

“No wonder you’ve been in such a bad mood. My poor sweet little partner is stuck dreaming about me every night, never satisfied. Tell me baby, are you satisfied now?”

Daringly you shook your head. “Please Lee, need more.”

“More? Bein’ greedy Sweetheart, but I’m in a generous mood. Tell me exactly what you want or I won’t be able to help.”

“Need to be stretched out around your cock - please.” You begged him, eyes focused on the bulge in his pants.

“Need my cock to make you feel better? How could I say no when you’re so sweet about it.” He moved to slide your pants and underwear completely off before helping you sit up, switching positions so he was the one lying down on the bed. “If you need it so badly, baby, then come get it.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice as you leaned forward, working off his belt and the buttons of his pants, tugging his underwear down slightly so you could free his throbbing erection. You had to admit the real Leon was far better than dream Leon. He was larger than you imagined and the tip was a pretty pink with pearls of precum leaking out.

Another time you’d love to know what it would taste like in your mouth - for now you were on a mission. You gave him a few pumps with your hand before crawling over him. You lined up the fat head of his cock before sinking down onto it, earning a moan from the man below you.

“Fuck baby, you are tight.” He reached out a hand and held your hip to help balance you. You let out a sigh of relief as the stinging stretch ebbed into a dull pleasure before you began to bounce up and down. With each movement the tip of him hit your cervix in a delightful mix of pain and pleasure.

“God Lee….so deep….you’re so deep…feels so good.” He brought his free hand up to place against your stomach intensifying the feeling. Each movement had you dripping all over him, he knew there’d be a wet spot left on his pants, but he didn’t really care at the moment. Your cunt felt too good to worry about anything right now.

“That’s right baby, ride me just like a good girl.”

You could already feel yourself getting close again each time he rubbed that special spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your legs started to feel more and more like jelly the closer you were getting, losing your rhythm.

“Lee - can’t…much longer.”

“Shit, I’m close too, don't worry I got you.” He held your hips with both hands now and held you until you stopped your movements. He gave you a moment to relax before he thrusted upwards into you, using your hips as leverage. “Go head, touch yourself f’me.”

You rubbed your clit while he bucked into you, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he was close to his own high, each movement caused obscene squelching noises. A few more circles around your clit and you pussy clamped down on him as you tossed your head back, basking in the pleasure of your second orgasm. That’s all it took for Leon to snap, pulling your hips down onto him with a bruising grip as he shot hot cum into you, rocking you slightly while he rode out his own orgasm.

Once you had control of your consciousness again you rolled off of him to lay beside him on the outer side of the bed, needing to catch your breath. You both sat in silence for a while, just basking in the moment.

Leon was the first to speak. “So, how about once we get home I take you out to dinner and you can tell me more about these dreams you’ve been having?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah I think I am. You wanna go on a date with me?”

“You know? I think I do, actually.”

“Great. Now get dressed and stand watch so I can take a nap.” He said pushing you gently out of the bed. You rolled your eyes and groaned before putting your pants back on, taking a seat at the table.

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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idk if you’ve done this before but can you do either zoro or luffy finding out that their s/o is actually alive? like they watched them die and stuff and then a while later, they just come back like

a/n - I woke up at 3am today and I’m very motivated for some reason :) thank you for this request anon!

Warnings ⚠️ - angst, g/n reader

You had died a while ago, and Zoro still hasn’t recovered from it. Your death was… Enough to break the unbreakable man. Everyone in the strawhat crew knew how much you meant to him, he would die for you.

He still had little pictures of you laying around, little things to remember you by. It was sad, feeling how the bed you two shared was now one for only him. How when he trained, you weren’t hanging out with him. You didn’t save him from the pervert cook ever again… Nor did you help him deal with Luffy’s recklessness.

it was so… empty with you not there anymore. As if his life wasn’t complete. He was with his best friends for life, on his way to fulfill his dreams, and help his captain fulfill his. It was everything he could’ve wished for. Except you. You weren’t there anymore.

On the next island, zoro reluctantly came along with Nami and Robin to help with the supplies shopping. They thought it would be good for him to get out of the ship for a little while. He walked, his head hanging low, his hand perched on the hilt of his katana in case anyone dared to attack him.

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice, he could’ve sworn it was yours. How could he ever forget it? Your tone that always brought comfort to him, whenever you spoke, it put him at ease, no matter what you were talking about. He looked up to see a hooded figure speaking with a merchant, negotiating a price.

His body moved for him, walking towards the person quickly, taking off their hood and staring at them to see if it was you or not.

It wasn’t.

“What the hell man?! What’s your problem?!” The man yelled at him angrily, swatting his hands away. Zoro sighed heavily, great, now he was hearing things.

“Zoro?!”

He looked up at the merchant. No fucking way. It was you.

He literally jumped over the stands of fruit and tackled you, wrapping his bulky arms around you so tightly you couldn’t even breathe. No, what are you thinking? He totally wasn’t crying!

“Y/n- where the hell were you? And how did you survive? I saw you-“

“Die? Yeah nope that didn’t happen. I’ve been waiting here for a while since I know you guys had planned on coming here.”

“You could’ve sent a letter dammit! And there’s things called den den mushis where a literal fucking snail can call me?!!”

He was mad, happy, sad, confused, but most of all? Relieved, to see you alive, safe, and in his arms again. “Sorry Zoro- but I’m too broke to afford one! I can barely pay for an apple in this expensive town!”

He chuckled a bit, kissing your cheek before leading you out of the stand. “Ahem?! My fruit?!” The hooded man asked before Zoro shot him the nastiest death glare he’d ever experienced. Anddd- that shut him up pretty quickly, sending him running away with fear.

“Come on, I bet everyone’s going to be excited to see you again.. don’t ever do that again or else I’m going to kill you.”

“Ok ok- sorry babe.”

Luffy was never- truly the same after your passing. Watching you take that hit for him as you fell off the cliffs into the steep waterfalls. God he remembered it as if it was yesterday, it kept haunting him, following him, stalking his life.

He still smiled, had his rambunctious attitude, reckless behavior, and meat loving self. But whenever your name was brought up, he wasn’t smiling anymore, in fact, he never could find happiness in hearing about you anymore.

All he could think about was how he let you die. Just like he did with ace. Everyone knew, everyone saw the changes from his old self. They hoped that this new island would help cheer him up, since it had been known for its very delicious meat.

He obviously tagged along with Robin and Sanji to pick out the “best” meat. When he was standing around, struggling not to eat it before Sanji even got a change to cook it, he saw a glimpse of someone he used to know. They looked- just like you!

It took him not even a moment to start running towards the person, turning them around to see that it… it was you!

“Y/N!”

He tackled you down, his arms wrapping several times around you, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “LUFFY!”

Oh god you missed him so much- just to be able to hug him like this again was more than enough to bring life back into your heart again. “How are you here?! I thought you- fell off the cliffs?”

“I did, and Luffy. It wasn’t your fault ok? I’ve been wanting to tell you that for so long. Don’t blame yourself, I was the one that was too angry, and just attacked with no plan. I was the one that got myself almost killed ok? Not you.”

You kissed his forehead, you definitely knew Luffy had been blaming himself this entire time for your “death”. He grinned, peppering your face with his kisses, tickling your cheeks. “Sanji picked out some yummy meat, tonight we’re gonna have a feast!!!”

You smiled at him. Finally, you were home.

a/n - this was adorable help

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Chapter 5- Cracks

Series Summary/Masterlist

warnings: wrestling related violence, manipulation, mentions of cheating (kinda??), allusions to smut

word count: 15,700

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01

Chapter Summary: Jey finds out what Sami did… and things go about as well as you’d expect. Tensions are rising, arguments are spreading, and everyone can see that unity in is crumbling and the cracks are starting to show in the Bloodline. After a blow up- Roman puts the responsibility on your shoulders as his right-hand woman to take care of it by sending you, Jey and Sami to Monday Night Raw and gives you two tasks- make Jey and Sami become cordial with one another, and show everyone the Bloodline is not weak, or else he will punish you. But that’s easier said than done.

a/n: one of the hardest chapters I ever wrote, cause I love samijey and I hate making them argue. Hope ya’ll enjoy this!!

You woke up to loud knocking on your hotel room door. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, the events of the previous night rushing back to you. The knocking continued, more urgent this time.

"Y/N, open up!" Your brain slowly registered it as Jey’s voice. “Baby!”

You groaned, half-asleep, and stumbled towards the door. As you opened it, you saw a very concerned Jey, who was holding an assortment of breakfast foods. Your eyes softened at the sight, but he was gonna have to do more than bring breakfast to make you forgive him.

“Baby…” Jey drawled as he took in your appearance. Though tired, you still looked bea utiful to him. His gaze softened as he reached out to cup your cheek, but you moved back out of his reach. The unresolved tension from the previous night lingered between you two.

“Solo told you where my room was, I’m guessing.” You let Jey in the room, where he placed the tray on the table, watching as you went to the bathroom to freshen up. The silence in the room was palpable.

When you came back, your suitcases were neatly packed next to your bed, with Jey zipping them up. Your heart swelled at the gesture, and swelled again when he sat up and looked at you with sincerity.

"Y/N, I know I messed up. I shouldn't have left you without a room, and I definitely shouldn't have made you feel like you not part of the family” Jey hesitantly hovered his hands over your shoulders before gripping them gently, silently celebrating the fact you let him touch you.

"I'm sorry," Jey continued, sincerity in his eyes. "I should've handled things differently. I was just mad at Sami and… I let that cloud my judgment."

You sighed, torn between your frustration and the genuine remorse in Jey's eyes. The breakfast tray served as a peace offering, and you knew he was genuinely sorry. You softly grabbed his hands that were on your shoulders, a silent acknowledgment of his apology.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have agreed to stay in Sami's room, and I shouldn't have ran away from our conversation. I'm sorry for worrying you." You looked up into his eyes and saw a hint of anger at Sami's name, that washed away with mixture of relief and gratitude as he stared at you.

"So I guess we both made mistakes, huh?" Jey joked, a genuine warmth returning to his eyes.

You nodded, the tension slowly dissipating. "Yeah, we did. But we can learn from them and do better, right?"

Jey nodded back at you with a smile, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "How about next time we get an argument, we kiss until we forget what we were arguing about?" Jey suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, "Is that your solution to everything?"

"It might work," Jey replied with a playful smirk.

"How about we try it right now?" You asked with a grin, and Jey smiled back, closing the distance between you two.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room as Jey's lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The unspoken tension that lingered from the events of the previous night began to fade, replaced by a renewed connection.

After the kiss, Jey held you close, his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace. "I love you, Y/N. I don't want anything to come between us."

"I love you too, Jey. Let's just focus on us and move forward," you replied, feeling a sense of relief that the air had cleared between you two.

You were debating on telling him about what happened last night, but he looked so happy, and you didn't want to ruin the moment, didn't want to argue in the morning when you just woke up, and didn't want the hotel calling the cops if Jey barged into Sami's room and beat the living daylights out of him. You decided to wait for the right moment, choosing to enjoy the peace between you and Jey for now.

"You okay, baby?" Jey noticed you looking thoughtful, concern evident in his eyes.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. "Yeah, I'm okay. Let's just enjoy this breakfast you brought and the morning together."

Jey grinned, his playful spirit returning. "That's the plan, baby."

Yeah, you could tell him later, you thought to yourself. For now, you decided to savor the moment of reconciliation. What could go wrong?

You walked around the Monday Night Raw arena with an annoyed look on your face, Jey's leather jacket slung over your shoulder. His cologne was the only thing that was calming you down at the moment.

You tried to tell Jey what had happened between you and Sami multiple times today, but it was like every time you tried, something or someone interrupted the conversation. It seemed like the universe was conspiring to keep this secret locked away.

First, it was Jimmy that interrupted your coversation, needing Jey's help with something backstage. Then, you were approached by a WWE staff member with some last-minute changes to Jey's match. And now, as you finally found a quiet moment backstage, someone else appeared.

"Y/N!" Kayla Braxton's voice cut through the backstage chatter, causing you to turn towards her. The annoyance on your face was evident, but Kayla seemed oblivious to it.

"Hey, quick interview before Jey's match?" Kayla held a microphone, a cheerful smile on her face.

You sighed, glancing at the jacket in your hands. "Fine. Make it quick."

Kayla smiled and nodded, moving closer to start the interview. "As the ref for this match, do you think whoever wins will blame you for the outcome-"

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N." Slow claps echoed through the hallway, and you turned to see Charlotte Flair approaching, a smug smirk on her face. You gritted your teeth, not in the mood for her antics.

"Kayla, sweetie, I know you're doing your job, but we have more important matters to attend to." She gave you a condescending glance. "Like, don't you have to go fetch Jey's water or something?"

Your patience wore thin, but you maintained a composed exterior. "Oh I'm sorry, says the person that wasn't even booked for tonight." You shot back, the tension escalating. "The real queen is talking, so how about you go back to catering where you belong."

Charlotte chuckled at your response, seemingly amused by the exchange. "Cute. You have fun with getting in your boys business instead of being a fighting champion. Let me know how that works out for you."

You scoffed at Charlotte's remark. "Excuse me?"

Charlotte smirked at your annoyance. "You heard me. You've been so busy with the Bloodline that you forgot about being a champion. But don't worry, I'll swoop in while you're distracted and take all that extra weight off of you at Survivor Series."

You licked your lips in contemplation, suppressing the urge to escalate the confrontation. "Well, Charlotte, I don't need any advice from someone who constantly jumps from brand to brand. Maybe focus on building a legacy without your daddy instead of looking for shortcuts."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes, clearly not expecting such a response, but before she could swing back, Sami pushed his way into the conversation out of nowhere, interrupting the escalating tension between you and Charlotte.

"Excuse me Charlotte, but as the Honorary Uce, gotta say, I don't appreciate you interrupting the right hand women's interview. Unless you want not just the wrath of her but of the entire Bloodline, I suggest you find another time to talk trash." Sami's tone was filled with a hint of warning, and he stood in front of you to block your view of Charlotte so you didn't beat her nto next week.

Charlotte rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Honorary Uce? What's that even mean? You know, associating yourself with the Bloodline and the errand girl of the Bloodline won't make you a champion, Sami."

Sami chuckled, his confidence unwavering. "Charlotte, let me break it down for you. Being a part of the Bloodline means family, loyalty, and respect. Something you clearly lack. And as for Y/N being the 'errand girl,' she's a champion who knows how to handle her business, unlike some people who just coast on their family name."

You couldn't help but smirk at Sami's retort, appreciating his support. Charlotte, however, looked livid. She moved closer to you, trying to assert dominance.

"Have fun being busy with your boys, and I'll have fun taking that title from you at Survivor Series," Charlotte snarled before storming away, clearly not in the mood for waisting her time with the likes of you and Sami. As she walked away, you couldn't help but roll your eyes, unimpressed by her attempt to rile you up.

Kayla cleared her throat to get your attention, and tried to continue the interview, but you held up a hand to stop her. Your focus shifted to Sami, who had a smirk on his face that dropped when you glared at him.

"If you are trying to get brownie points before your match, then you're doing a terrible job of it." You shot Sami a stern look, annoyed at the way he had barged into your confrontation with Charlotte, and just annoyed at him in general.

Sami's face dropped and he held up his hands defensively. "I wasn't trying to interrupt anything, I was just standing up for you. You're the one who's always talking about handling business, and Charlotte needed a reality check."

You huffed, glancing back at the leather jacket still draped over your shoulder. "Well, next time, don't. I can handle my own business, Sami. Go get ready for your match." With that, you turned away from Sami, Kayla, and the whole situation. You marched down the hallway, frustration bubbling within you. The interference during your attempts to talk to Jey, the unexpected encounter with Charlotte, and now Sami butting in – it was all too much, and you took your anger out on Sami.

As you walked away, you heard Sami call after you, "Y/N, wait!" but you didn't stop. You walked to the Bloodline's locker room to change into your ref outfit. You smiled at Solo, who was the only one in the room, but he could see right through your frustration. Solo raised an eyebrow, curious about what had happened, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

You sighed and dropped Jey's leather jacket onto a nearby chair. Solo looked at you with a searing gaze, silently urging you to share what was bothering you.

You looked around to make sure that no one else was in earshot before finally opening up to Solo. "Sami kissed me."

Solo's eyes widened in surprise, and he sat up straight, fully engaged in the conversation. "When?" A man of few words, he raised an eyebrow, prompting you to continue.

"Last night." You replied, frustration evident in your voice. "In his room. We were talking about the past, and he kissed me! I told him I just wanna stay friends, and I don't want things to get complicated. But today, he acted like nothing happened, and every time I tried to talk to Jey about it, something or someone interrupted us. It's like the universe doesn't want this secret to come out."

Solo sighed, shaking his head. "Tell Jey." He said simply.

You sighed, appreciating Solo's straightforward advice. "But I don't want to cost him the match. You know how he get's when he is mad. Then this entire thing won't end. I just want him and Sami to get along." You groaned and put your head into your hands.

Unbeknownst to the 2 of you, Jey was standing in front of the locker room, the door slightly creaked open allowing him to hear your conversation. He didn't plan on eavesdropping, he went to find you, but then he heard you speak Sami's name and he couldn't help himself.

He gritted his teeth as he listened to the revelation about Sami kissing you and your frustration with the situation. He fucking knew it! Knew Sami was tryna make a move on you.

The anger boiled within him, not just at Sami but also at the situation. He considered barging in, confronting both of you, but something held him back – a desire to hear the whole story, to understand your perspective before letting his emotions take over. He needed to hear one last thing before he made his decision.

"Did you kiss him back?" He heard Solo ask.

Jey held his breath as he waited for you to respond. "No, Solo! I pushed him away!"

Jey made his decision. He walked away from the door and made his way to the ramp, where he convicnelty ran into Sami.

"Sami!!" Sami popped his head out at his name being called, looking a bit surprised to see Jey.

His face dropped at the look on Jey's, but he had no time to defend himself before Jey's fist was flying towards him. Sami sprawled to the ground, and fists were flying as the two men engaged in a heated brawl.

The backstage area erupted into chaos as personnel rushed to separate the two superstars. Jey's eyes were ablaze with anger, fueled by a mix of betrayal and frustration.

"I told you not to push up on my girl!" Jey shouted as he threw another punch at Sami, his emotions getting the better of him.

Sami, on the defensive, tried to reason with Jey amid the chaos. "Jey, listen! It's not what you think! I'm sorry! It was a mistake" Sami pleaded, attempting to deflect some of the punches.

"A mistake that you'll pay for!" Jey roared, his anger unabated. The chaotic brawl continued, with both men exchanging blows, oblivious to the attempts of the personnel trying to break up the fight that went all the way from the ramp to the ring, both of them rolling into the ring, still locked in a fierce struggle. The audience, initially bewildered, erupted into a mix of shock and excitement as they witnessed the unexpected brawl.

You overheard the commotion and rushed to the scene. As you reached the ring, you saw Jey and Sami still entangled in their brawl. Solo followed closely behind you, concern etched on his face.

"Ring the fucking bell!" You shouted to the crew member that was standing near the ring. The bell rang, and you moved inside the ring, and as ref tried to separate the men that were brawling in the corner, but it was like trying to part two wild animals in the midst of a territorial dispute.

"Get out of the fucking corner!" You tried to pull Sami off of Jey, and finally managed to push him off. Jey was heaving with anger, and when his eyes locked on yours, he was a storm of conflicting emotions. You could see hurt, betrayal, and a simmering anger, and knew he knew that Sami kissed you.

"I told you that fucking fool would try something!" Jey seethed, pushing you aside as he charged back at Sami. The chaos ensued, with both men trying to beat the hell out of each other.

You let it play out unless they went to the corner or out of the ring. They needed to let out their pent up anger, but you were also worried about Roman. He said they need to solve their differences after this match, but anyone with half a brain can tell that wouldn't happen.

Punches were thrown. Bodies were slammed into the mat. Kicks were delivered with intensity. They avoided hitting you, whenever they went close to you they both stopped to avoid hurting you, then the other person would take advantage of the momentary stoppage, then the cycle would repeat again, and the other person would take advantage this time.

Solo stood at ringside, watching the brawl with a stern expression. He knew the depth of the situation, and it pained him to see the chaos that had erupted. The Bloodline was not supposed to turn on each other like this.

Things really picked up when Sami tossed Jey out of the ring and went for a suicide dive. Jey, however, managed to counter, catching Sami in mid-air and slamming him onto the ringside floor. The impact resonated through the arena, and the audience was in a frenzy.

You, still in your referee role, desperately tried to regain control of the situation.

"Get back in the ring, both of you!" you yelled, but neither Jey nor Sami paid any attention. Fed up, you slipped out of the ring and approached them, and Jey was slamming the steel steps onto Sami. You stepped in front of the chaos, getting between Jey and Sami.

"Enough, or I will disqualify both of you!" You shouted, trying to appeal to their sense of reason. Jey, breathing heavily, turned to you and eyed you with a mix of anger and frustration.

"Move, Y/N," he growled, not wanting you to get hurt, and you slightly stumbled back at his tone, giving him enough room to continue his assault. The chaos continued, and you could feel the tension escalating with each passing moment.

Sami tried to get inside the ring to escape Jey's assault, and Jey followed him, but he ended up pushing you onto the floor in the process because of how fast they were both moving. You groaned as you hit the floor, momentarily stunned by the impact. Both men froze for a moment before Sami tried to check on you. "Y/N, I'm sorry, let me help y-"

A slam rang through the arena as Jey, with a burst of rage, grabbed Sami by the hair and tossed him into the ring. The anger was bursting even more now at the sight of you on the floor. Jey didn't care about the match, the consequences, or anything else in that moment. He was fueled by a combination of betrayal and a burning desire to protect you.

"See what you fucking did?" Jey roared, looking at Sami with a fire in his eyes.

"You're the one who pushed Y/N," Sami retorted, staggering to his feet and dodging a punch from Jey. The match had turned into an all-out brawl, and any semblance of a structured contest was lost in the chaos.

Solo helped you up, and you slipped back into the ring, trying to assert some control over the situation. The Bloodline was falling apart right before everyone's eyes, and you were at the center of it.

You could barely watch as they put each other in submission holds and made the other yell in pain. Sami had Jey in a crossface, and the tension in the arena was palpable. Solo stood at ringside, watching the chaos unfold with a grim expression. The once-unified Bloodline was tearing itself apart.

"I'm sorry, Jey!" Sami gasped out, his voice strained. "I'm fucking sorry, okay? I didn't mean to do this, any of this!"

Jey, caught in the hold, grimaced in pain, but his expression softened just a fraction at Sami's apology. But that expression hardened again when he glanced at you, who could barely stand to see the turmoil in front of you.

Before Jey could do anything, you grabbed Sami's leg and forcefully pulled him off of Jey, breaking the submission hold. The chaos continued, and both men were now visibly exhausted, their bodies battered and bruised from the intense brawl.

Sami slowly stood up and looked at you in disbelief as you pulled him off, giving him an angry look. This entire night was getting on your fucking nerves.

"I was about to end this entire thing, Y/N! For Roman!" Sami softly pleaded, still trying to make sense of the chaos. You shot him a glare that could cut through steel, not interested in his justifications at the moment.

"I am so fucking sick of this drama, Sami," you snapped, the frustration evident in your voice. "Both of you need to get your act together, or Roman's going to tear us all apart. We had one job – to prove that the Bloodline could stick together. Look at what's happening!"

Sami tried to reach out to you, his eyes pleading for understanding, but you pushed him away. He pleaded his case to you. "Y/N, please. I need to finish this for Roman. Don't get involved. I don’t want you getting hurt."

The two of you continued arguing, not noticing Jey standing up and making his way towards the both of you until his foot was readying for a super kick to Sami.

In a split second, you knew that if Jey hit Sami with it and got the pin on him, it would lead to nothing. A winner would lead to nothing, it would only escalate the chaos and deepen the divide within the Bloodline.

So with a surge of adrenaline, you quickly pushed Sami out of the way, taking the full impact of Jey's super kick yourself. The crowd gasped as you crumpled to the mat, the pain radiating through your body.

Jey's eyes widened in shock and horror as he realized what he had just done. He dropped to his knees beside you, panic etched across his face.

"Y/N, I… I didn't mean to…" He turned to Sami, who was making his way to you, the same concern on his face, and that anger came back full force. "This is your fault," Jey growled at Sami, the tension between them reaching a boiling point.

All you could hear were muffled sounds, the bell ringing, and the chaos around you. Pain throbbed in your head, and you didn't know how long you were down.

It felt like you were flying, and you slowly opened your eyes and realized Solo was carrying you on your shoulders. You gently squeezed his shoulders, which made him speak up.

"Relax, Y/N." He calmly told you. You tried to listen to him but you looked up and saw Jey and Sami still fighting, Jimmy trying to break up the chaos. Roman, who had just arrived, was visibly furious.

The Bloodline was falling apart, and everyone knew it, and would try to take advantage of their weaknesses. Solo carried you backstage, trying to get you away from the escalating situation.

Things were defiently not going to end well.

"I give you all one job." You held the ice to your head and breathed out nervously as Roman circled the locker room, his eyes focused on each member of the Bloodline.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the aftermath of the chaotic match still lingered.

You gently caressed Jey's back, and internally sighed when he let out a sigh and leaned into your touch. Solo stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"One job, I gave you all. To prove to everyone that the Bloodline could stick together, that we were a united front," Roman continued, his voice low and seething with frustration. "But what do I get instead? Chaos, brawls, and a complete breakdown in the ring. Is this how we represent the Bloodline?"

No one dared to speak. The tension in the room was palpable, and all eyes were on Roman. You could feel Jey's muscles tensing beneath your touch, and Solo's stoic expression didn't waver.

Roman's gaze finally landed on you, and you felt a chill run down your spine. "I told you to handle this, Y/N. I told you to make sure they stay in line. Instead, I get a fucking circus in the ring. And you…" he pointed at Jey, "you Superkicked your own ref? What the hell were you thinking?"

Jey opened his mouth to speak, but Roman cut him off with a stern look. "I don't want to hear it right now."

Roman then turned to Sami, who nervously darted his eyes back and forth between Roman and Jey. "I told you to end his stupid rivalry with Jey. Did you think this was the solution? I told you guys to have a match, not to turn my ring into a battleground."

Sami stammered, trying to find the right words, but Roman wasn't in the mood for excuses. "You both failed me tonight," Roman continued, his disappointment evident in his voice. "Didn't they, Paul?"

Paul, who had been standing in the corner, stepped forward, his expression a mix of concern, pity, and calculation. "Indeed, Roman. Tonight's events were… unforeseen, to say the least. But I believe we can address the issues at hand and ensure this doesn't happen again."

Roman nodded, his gaze returning to the three of you. "You're damn right we will. I told you there would be consequences if you couldn't handle this. I'm not gonna let my empire crumble because you all can't get your shit together."

Roman started laughing , but it was a humorless, cold laugh that sent shivers down your spine. The intensity in the room seemed to grow, and even Jey, who usually stood his ground, looked uneasy.

Roman's laughter subsided, and he fixed his gaze on each of you in turn. "Here's what's going to happen. We settle this within the family."

He turned to you, a stern expression on his face. "You will be going to Monday Night Raw to sort out this Charlotte, and I want these two,"

He turned to Jey and Sami, who were nervously shifting their weight, "To accompany you. The three of you will head to Raw and represent the Bloodline as a unified force, and you will get along. Y/N, as my right hand women, I expect you to ensure that they fall in line. I won't tolerate any more disruptions or embarrassments. This is your chance to prove that the Bloodline is a force to be reckoned with, not a group that crumbles under pressure. This is your responsibility."

Roman stared at Jey and Sami with a piercing gaze, making it clear that there was no room for failure. "Since ya'll wanna fight over her, if you guys can't handle a simple task together, then you'll have something to fight about for real. Cause if you mess up, it's not on you two. It's on Y/N, and I know neither of you want that on your conscience."

Roman didn't want to use you as bait, but he needed to if Jey and Sami were to listen to him. The weight of responsibility settled on your shoulders as Roman's words echoed in the room. You felt the eyes of both Jey and Sami on you, burning through the thick air. You took a deep breath, meeting Roman's gaze with determination.

"I understand, Roman. I'll make sure things go smoothly on Monday Night Raw. We'll represent the Bloodline as a united front," you affirmed, your voice steady despite the unease in the room.

Roman nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response. "Good. You know what's at stake, Y/N. Don't let me down. Solo, Jimmy, let's go clean up their mess."

Jimmy shot you a sympathetic look, and Solo nodded in agreement, his eyes briefly meeting yours. As Roman led them out of the locker room, you turned to Jey and Sami, both still guiltily avoiding eye contact.

"Guys." Both men looked up at your voice, their eyes meeting yours with a mix of guilt, frustration, and uncertainty. "Let's go. Jey, we're gonna talk at the hotel. Grab your stuff, and meet me outside in ten minutes, I need to talk to someone. Sami, get ready too, I'll get the valet for you."

You didn't think it was smart to have both of them in the same car after everything that just happened. They gazed at each other, silently glaring at each other before turning back and nodding at you. "Don't kill each other while I'm gone." With that, you left the locker room, the weight of the task ahead settling heavily on your shoulders.

Jey and Sami watched as you disappeared from the locker room, leaving them alone with their thoughts. The silence between them was thick, filled with unspoken tension and the weight of Roman's expectations. Jey sighed, running a hand through his hair, while Sami shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"So, we're supposed to go to Raw together and act like a happy family?" Jey muttered, breaking the silence. Sami shot him a sideways glance, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Look, I am sorry for kissing Y/N." Sami started, regret evident in his voice and expression on his face.

"Oh really?" Jey sarcastically raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with skepticism. "You wasn't sorry when you was tryna lock lips with her."

"Yeah, I was! As soon as I realized what I did, I felt like crap. It wasn't intentional, Jey. You have to believe me-"

"I ain't believing shit! The only reason I ain't knock your teeth out right now is cause Roman told us not to mess this up any further. But make no mistake, Sami, I don't trust you an inch."

Sami sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation and knew he had to make it right. "Jey, I was jealous."

Jey blinked at him, the anger giving away to surprise at the admission. "Jealous? Of what?"

Sami hesitated for a moment before answering, "Of what you have with her. I see the way she looks at you, and I wanted that. We used to be close, and I saw you with her, and I just wanted that connection back. And you hated my guts, so I thought that if I could get close to her, maybe I could bridge the gap between us, and you would realize I just wanted to be accepted into the family, but I screwed up big time by letting my emotions get the best of me. I wasn't trying to get her, I promise you. That was never my intention when I first tried to join.

But that night, it felt like everything was falling apart, and I let my emotions cloud my judgment and make me cross a line." Sami stood up, grabbing his stuff, not daring to look at Jey's face. "I know what it's like to get cheated on, trust me. And I know how it hurts, and I know it must be hurting you right now, and I never wanted to make you feel like that. I genuinely am sorry, Jey."

Jey remained silent for a moment, processing Sami's words. The tension in the room seemed to lessen slightly, but it was far from resolved. Jey didn't respond, and Sami didn't know if he was gearing up for a fight or was processing what he heard. Sami sighed and zipped up his suitcase.

"Y/N is an amazing woman, wrestler, and friend. But most importantly, she's your girl. And I respect that. I know you still hate my guts, but I'm willing to make things right, not just for Roman but for the sake of the Bloodline. And you won't be besties with me, but at least pretend to be cordial for Y/N. We don't want her to get hurt for what we did."

Sami's words hung in the air as Jey continued to stare at him, a mixture of anger, distrust, and contemplation in his eyes.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, Jey spoke, his tone stern. "You right. We gotta do this for her. But don't think for a second that we friends, Sami. We're gonna do this for Y/N and for the Bloodline, and if you wanna try anything funny, I won't hesitate to handle it my way."

Sami nodded, accepting Jey's terms without protest. "Fair enough, Jey. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. For the Bloodline and for you."

Jey furrowed his brows at the last sentence but didn't press further. Did Sami actually mean what he said, or was it just another attempt to smooth things over? The air in the room remained tense as both men prepared to leave for Raw, uncertain of what the future held for their uneasy alliance.

They left the room, heading towards the exit, both of them looking uneasy at being next to the other. They quickly spotted you on the phone, your bag slung over your shoulder, talking to someone in hushed whispers.

You saw them coming and said your goodbyes and shut off your phone, turning your attention to Jey and Sami. The tension in the air was palpable as you motioned for them to follow you outside.

As you walked through the corridors, you could feel the eyes of other wrestlers on you, curious about the aftermath of the chaotic match and Roman's stern words. The three of you stepped outside, the cool night air offering a brief respite from the intensity of the arena.

"On Monday, we need to show the world that the Bloodline stands strong," you began, your voice firm. "We might not be perfect, but we have each other's backs. You take out all tag teams that pose a threat, and I'll deal with Charlotte. Roman is counting on us, and we can't afford to let him down."

Jey and Sami exchanged glances before nodding in eluctant agreement, their eyes avoiding each other. The weight of Roman's expectations hung heavy over all of you, and you sighed as you felt the responsibility of holding the Bloodline together. You took a moment to lock eyes with both Jey and Sami, a silent understanding passing between you.

"Whatever happened tonight, we leave it behind us. We focus on Monday Night Raw and showing everyone that the Bloodline is unbreakable," you emphasized, your tone unwavering.

Jey didn't respond, and Sami nodded, seemingly committed to putting aside their differences for the sake of the family. You nodded, and Sami's valet pulled up.

No words were needed to understand the tension between you guys. Sami understood that, and simply waved goodbye at you as he headed towards his car. You and Jey were left alone in the parking lot, surrounded by the dim glow of overhead lights.

Jey sighed, running a hand through his hair, and turned to you as you walked to your car. You didn't say anything, simply opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. Jey would talk when he wanted to, and not a moment sooner.

Jey hesitated for a moment before getting into the passenger seat, and the car engine roared to life. The drive to the hotel was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional sighs and the distant sounds of the city outside.

As you pulled into the hotel parking lot, the weight of the night seemed to settle even heavier on your shoulders. You parked the car, and Jey remained silent, lost in his thoughts. The atmosphere inside the vehicle felt tense, and the air was thick with unresolved issues.

You turned off the engine, and the two of you went inside the hotel, the only sounds between you eing the distant hum of the lobby's air conditioning and the muffled conversations of hotel staff. The tension seemed to follow you both as you approached the front desk to check in.

The hotel room keys were handed over, and you silently made your way to your room. Jey didn't talk as you both went inside the room, the door closing behind you. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across the walls, adding to the uneasy atmosphere.

Jey went to the bathroom, not sparing you a glance, and you sighed as you heard running water a few minutes later. You needed to apologize to him, stewing in anger wouldn't help the situation. Taking a deep breath, you decided to go inside the bathroom.

The heat hit your face as you walked inside, seeing Jey's shadow through the shower curtains. You stripped yourself of your clothes, leaving just your thoughts and vulnerability.

The steam from the shower enveloped you as you went inside the shower, the water hitting your skin like a cascade of relief. Jey turned to face you, his expression unreadable. You could see the tension in his shoulders, and his eyes met yours in the misty enclosure.

"Jey," you began, the water cascading over both of you, "I'm sorry." Jey didnt respond, and you grabbed the soap and lathered it onto his back, his back, a gentle touch to break through the walls he had built.

Your fingers traced the tension in his muscles as you continued, "I'm sorry for not telling you Sami kissed me. I promise you, I was but then every time I tried to something interrupted us. But that is no excuse. He kissed me, I pulled away, and told him that it was wrong. I didn't want to hide it from you, and I should've found a way to tell you before it all escalated."

Jey remained silent, his gaze fixed on the shower tiles. The water continued to cascade over both of you, the tension in the air still palpable.

"I know you must be hurting, and I don't blame you for being angry," you continued, your voice gentle. "I just want you to understand that I never wanted to betray you. Sami made a mistake, and I made a mistake in not telling you sooner. I was scared of hurting you, of costing you the match if you got angry. But I realize now that keeping it from you only made things worse."

You gently rubbed Jey's shoulders, trying to soothe the tension in his muscles. "I promise you, I pushed him off of me, and I made it clear that it wasn't something I wanted or welcomed. I'm committed to you, Jey. You're the one I care about, and I don't want anything to come between us."

Jey finally turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours. The intensity in his gaze softened slightly, and you could see a mixture of hurt, anger, and vulnerability in his eyes. The silence lingered, the sound of the water providing a backdrop to the unspoken exchange between the two of you.

"I should've told you, and I'm sorry for that," you continued, your voice sincere. "I understand if you need time, if you're angry. But please, Jey, don't leave me hanging on Raw. I know I act like an independent woman, but I need you by my side. I can't handle things without you. I love you." You grabbed the shower head and washed off the soap from your bodies, your eyes never leaving Jey's.

Jey sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to release some of the tension in the air. He reached for the shampoo and started to wash his hair, still silent. The water continued to fall around you, creating a cocoon of intimacy within the small space of the shower.

"I am with you right now. You're the one showering with me, not Sami. You're the one that has my heart, not Sami. You're the one that I came to when I needed someone to talk to, not Sami." You reassured Jey, your words sinking into the mist-filled enclosure.

Jey processed your words, letting you wash off the remants of the soap from his body. You couldn't read his face like you usually could, and held your breath as you waited for his response.

After a moment of silence, Jey finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "Turn around."

You complied, and let your muscles relax as he rubbed your back with the soap, his touch gentle yet firm. The warmth of the water and Jey's presence created a sense of intimacy that started to melt away the tension between you. The atmosphere shifted, becoming more tender and understanding.

"I ain't saying I'm not pissed," Jey admitted, his voice a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "I am. You shoulda been come to me when this happened."

He softly massaged the soap into your skin, his touch a silent acknowledgment of the apology. "But I ain't gonna let this mess up what we got. I trust you when you said you ain't trying to play games with Sami. I know when you lying, and you ain't lying now."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, relieved that Jey seemed willing to work through the situation.

The water continued to pour over both of you, a soothing rhythm that matched the softening of the atmosphere as he washed the soap off of you. "But we gotta communicate better. I aint want no secrets between us. No more hiding stuff, Y/N. We gotta be honest with each other, even if it's hard, and even if it hurts."

He turned you around, and his eyes met yours, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze that struck your heart. "I love you, and I don't want anything to jeopardize that," Jey concluded, his words a mix of sincerity and a lingering frustration.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mix of emotions. Jey was spilling his heart out to you, and you appreciated his honesty, knowing how hard it was for him to open up.

You gently cupped Jey's face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against his cheeks. "I love you too, Jey. And you're right. No more secrets, no more hiding. We face everything together. I promise you, I'm here for you, and I'm not going anywhere."

For the first time all night, Jey cracked a smile, a genuine, heartfelt smile that melted away the remaining tension in the room. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, reassuring kiss.

The warmth of the shower, the sound of water, and the intimacy between the two of you created a moment of connection that spoke louder than words.

As you pulled away, Jey rested his forehead against yours, his eyes locked with yours. "Promise me you won't keep things from me again," he murmured, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at your heart.

"I promise, Jey. No more secrets. We are honest with each other, no matter how much it hurts," you affirmed, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss. The weight of the night slowly lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of unity and understanding.

With the tension eased and the promise made, you both continued to share the shower, not just washing away the physical remnants of the chaotic night but also cleansing the emotional residue that lingered between you.

When Jey went to turn off the water, you stopped him with a gentle touch on his arm. "Let me," you whispered, taking over the task. As you turned off the water, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound remaining the soft drip of water from your bodies until you lowered yourself to your knees, making Jey raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.

You looked up at him with a mischievous smile. "I think I need to properly ap ologize to you for everything that happened tonight," you replied, your eyes meeting his with a playful glint.

Jey chuckled, his tension further dissipating as he realized what you were doing. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

You steadied yourself with your hands on Jey's legs, looking up at him through hooded eyes, waiting for his consent. "Well, Mr. Uso, actions speak louder than words."

Jey's expression shifted from surprise to a sly grin. "I like the sound of that," he replied, his eyes filled with a playful glint.

You leaned in, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his thighs, gradually making your way up. The steam from the shower enveloped both of you, creating an intimate atmosphere. Jey's hands found their way into your hair, his fingers gently intertwining as he let out a low sigh.

"You ready for your apology, Mr. Uso?" you teased, your voice a soft whisper against his skin.

Jey smirked, his eyes locked onto yours. "Apology accepted in advance," he replied, a playful tone in his voice.

Let's just say, he accepted your apology multiple times that night.

THE BLOODLINE INVADES MONDAY NIGHT RAW

The engine shut off as the cheauffer took the key's out of the sleek black SUV you, Jey. and Sami were escorted in on your way to the arena Raw was behind held.

The atmosphere inside the car was still thick with tension between Jey and Sami, who you were sitting between. You could feel the awkwardness radiating from both men as they avoided making direct eye contact.

The drive to the arena had been silent, but their tension wasn't. It was like every little thing that Sami did made Jey more irritated, and vice versa. If Sami even breathed too loudly, you could sense Jey's annoyance. If Jey even shifted in his seat, you could feel Sami's discomfort. The air in the car seemed to echo with the unspoken words, and you knew that the real challenge lay ahead when you stepped into the arena.

As the car came to a stop, the tension heightened. The driver opened the door, and the three of you stepped out onto the bustling Raw backstage area.

The familiar sounds of conversations, equipment being moved, and the distant roar of the crowd filled the air. You hid yourselves with hoodies that bore the Bloodline emblem, attempting to shield your presence from prying eyes.

Jey's hand was on your lower back as the three of you made your way towards the locker rooms, the intensity of the situation growing with every step.

"Charlotte is expecting me to attack her, " You whispered to Jey and Sami as you walked through the corridors. "So I'll wait until she get's comfortable, then I'll strike. You two need to take out anyone that poses a threat in the tag team division."

You stopped when you reached the locker room door, turning to face Jey and Sami. Their faces were a mix of determination and lingering unease. You took a deep breath before continuing, your face serious.

"Look, I'm not stupid. I know you guys hate each other. But we can't afford any distractions or mistakes tonight. We're here to show the world that the Bloodline is a force to be reckoned with. So, for the next few hours, put your differences aside and focus on the task at hand, and if you don't want to do if for Roman, at least do it for me?"

At your last words, both Jey and Sami glanced at each other before reluctantly nodding in agreement. The weight of Roman's expectations, combined with the desire to prove themselves and, perhaps, a subtle sense of responsibility towards you, pushed them to at least try to temporarily set aside their differences.

"Y'know I got your back, pretty girl. Even if it's with him." Jey reassured you, his tone a mixture of reassurance and determination.

Sami hesitated for a moment before nodding. "For you, I'll do my part. Are you sure about this plan, though? Waiting for Charlotte might give her an advantage."

You nodded, appreciating Sami's concern. "I've faced her before. I know her patterns, and I know how to play to our advantage. Trust me, it'll work." You opened the door and entered the Bloodline's private locker room, and Jey and Sami followed you inside, the room now filled with the familiar atmosphere of preparation and focus. "I called someone and they agreed to help me."

Sami raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his expression. "Who?"

You grinned, enjoying the opportunity to surprise them. "You'll see. In the meantime, you two go to the men's locker room and raise hell there. And NO FIGHTING."

You gave them a glare at your last instruction. Jey sighed but nodded in agreement, and Sami reluctantly agreed as well. The uneasy alliance between Jey and Sami was put to the test as they headed towards the men's locker room, leaving you alone to finalize your plan.

You watched on the TV as Charlotte came out to the ring, mic in hand and cockiness etched on her face. The crowd erupted in cheers and boos as she began to taunt the audience and brag about her dominance in the women's division. You smirked, knowing that the trap was set.

"I know that our little queen Y/N is watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike," Charlotte boasted, her eyes scanning the arena. "But she won't catch me off guard. I'm always one step ahead. And when I take that title from her, she'll finally realize that I AM the true queen of the WWE."

As Charlotte continued her monologue, you slipped out of the Bloodline's locker room, making your way towards the entrance ramp. The plan was in motion, and you were ready to make a statement on behalf of the Bloodline.

You raced to the gorilla, and when she finally put the mic down, her back turned and her guard slightly down, you ran to the ring, the crowds cheers echoing in your ear as you knocked Charlotte down from behind with a fierce clothesline.

The arena erupted in a mix of shock and excitement as you made your way to the ring, the hood of your Bloodline hoodie pulled over your head. The element of surprise was on your side, and the audience roared in approval.

Charlotte, visibly stunned, tried to regain her composure as you beat her down into the corner, punching her over and over, smirking as she tried to fight back.

"Always one step ahead, Charlotte, huh?" You taunted, ducking a wild swing from her. You both ended up slipping out of the ring, hair pulling and brawling on the outside.

You wavered slightly as Charlotte pushed you into the barricade, slowly inching your way into the gorilla. Charlotte smirked as she followed you to the back, unaware of the danger that lurked there.

"Aww, where you going princess?" Charlotte smirked as you turned the corner, leading her into the gorilla position. The production crew and staff scattered as they witnessed the unexpected brawl between you and Charlotte.

As you reached the gorilla position, you suddenly stopped, and Charlotte crashed into you, not expecting the abrupt halt. She tried to steady herself, but a punch from behind made her stumble forward.

As Charlotte turned around, she was met with the sight of none other than Judgement's Day Rhea Ripley, who had agreed to help you in this ambush.

"What's the matter, Charlotte? Surprised to see me?" Rhea smirked, cracking her knuckles. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the two of you circled Charlotte.

Your fist connected with Charlotte's face, and Rhea followed up with a devastating kick to her midsection. The three of you brawled all the way to the women's locker room, the other women trying to clear out of the way as they witnessed the chaotic scene.

Anyone who got in your way was destroyed.

Raquel tried to tug you off of Charlotte, but you slammed her into a nearby equipment crate, leaving her incapacitated for the moment.

Shotzi tried to intervene, but Rhea swiftly intercepted her, locking her in a fierce submission hold and forcing her to tap out.

You laughed as Bianca grabbed you by the waist and tried to pull you away, but a well-timed knee to her gut made her release her grip.

This was your plan all along. Take out Charlotte and anyone else that wanted your title.

You grabbed Bianca and threw her into the locker, and it dented at the impact. The chaos in the women's locker room escalated, with the other Superstars scrambling to get out of the way. Rhea continued her relentless assault on Charlotte, not giving her a moment to breathe.

As the brawl intensified, you grabbed a steel chair from the corner of the locker room, the familiar clang echoing through the chaos.

Adam Pearce, who sat in his office, jumped at the knocking on his door. He opened it to find one of his interns, a nervous expression on his face.

"What?" Adam asked to them, focused on paperwork.

The intern stammered, "Um, sir, there's… there's a situation. Y/N and Rhea Ripley are fighting Charlotte and causing chaos in the women's locker room. It's, uh, it's getting pretty intense."

Adam stood up, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?! Get the security, get everyone down there. I need to handle this immediately. This is not how Raw is supposed to go down." The intern nodded frantically and rushed off to carry out Adam's orders.

Adam tried to rush to the scene, but another intern stopped him, making him groan and say, "What now?"

"Sir, there's a video message from Roman Reigns. He wants you to see it urgently," the intern informed, handing over a tablet. Adam sighed but took the tablet and pressed play. The image of Roman Reigns appeared on the screen, his expression stern.

"Adam, I hope you're handling things on your end because we're taking control on ours. Y/N is doing what needs to be done. This is the Bloodline making a statement, and we won't tolerate anyone trying to interfere with our business. Make sure the show goes on smoothly, and if anyone tries to stop Y/N, they'll have to deal with the consequences. This is our territory, and we're not letting anyone disrupt it. Handle it, Adam."

The message ended, leaving Adam in a mix of frustration and uncertainty. He had to get the situation under control, he was not scared of Roman! Before he could comment on the video, another intern interrupted him. "S-Sir…"

"What now?!" Adam demanded harshly at the intern, irritation evident in his tone.

"Sir, the men's locker room is in chaos too. Jey Uso and Sami Zayn are going at it with other wrestlers, and security is having a hard time containing the situation," the intern explained nervously.

Adam sighed, rubbing his temples. The night was spiraling out of control, and he needed to regain command. "Get all available security to both the men's and women's locker rooms. I want this situation under control immediately, and someone get me a direct line to Roman Reigns."

The live feed faded and turned to Jey and Sami, and the chaos in the men's locker room mirrored the scene in the women's locker room. Jey and Sami, fueled by their personal animosity, unleashed their aggression on anyone who dared to intervene. Bodies crashed into walls, equipment shattered, and the sound of punches echoed through the air.

As Adam scrambled to handle the escalating chaos, you, Rhea, Jey, and Sami continued the onslaught. The chaos spread like wildfire, with the security struggling to contain the situation. Superstars were caught in the crossfire, either trying to break up the fight or getting out of harm's way.

The plan was going perfectly, and the chaos you orchestrated was sending a clear message to everyone on Raw. The Bloodline was not to be underestimated, and anyone who dared to challenge their dominance would face the consequences.

You laughed as security finally pulled you and Rhea off of Charlotte and the rest of the women, and the one's who weren't injured were brawling amongst themselves. The chaos had reached its peak, and the message was loud and clear – the Bloodline was here, and they were to be feared.

As security restrained you and Rhea, you exchanged satisfied glances. Jey and Sami were similarly pulled away from the men's locker room, their faces still filled with animosity. The chaos had subsided, but the tension lingered in the air.

Rhea gave you a knowing look as security was about to lead you to Adam Pearce's office. "You called, I answered. I am a woman of my word, and I expect you to be as well. You owe me, Y/N. See you later."

You smirked at Rhea's comment, recognizing the debt owed after her assistance in executing the chaotic plan. You knew her help would come with a price, but you didn't know if you would regret agreeing to it later.

"You get your title shot whenever you want, Rhea. I promised, and I always keep my word. But cross me, and I guarantee you'll regret it more than you've ever regretted anything before." You winked at her as security guided you down the backstage corridor.

"Let me go, I'm here now!" You pushed the security guard that was guiding you, signaling that you were ready to face whatever consequences awaited you in Adam Pearce's office.

You heard Jey and Sami talking inside, Sami's babbling replaced by Jey's more composed words. As the door swung open, you entered with a defiant swagger.

"And I just really feel like the other guys were the cause of the fight, I mean look at us! Of course they are jealous of us and by now, everyone knows why they should be- Y/N!"

Sami's babbling stopped abruptly as he noticed your entrance and smiled at you, puppy dog eyes and all. Adam Pearce, sitting behind his desk, looked exasperated. Jey, standing beside Sami, looked thankful that you stopped Sami's rambling.

Adam Pearce sighed, rubbing his temples. "What in the hell just happened out there? Chaos erupted on live television, and we've got injured Superstars, a disrupted show, and the entire roster in disarray."

You leaned against the door, maintaining your confident demeanor. "What happened was everyone decided to start disrespecting the Bloodline, and we simply decided to remind them of their place. We're not to be underestimated, and anyone who challenges us will face the consequences. It's as simple as that."

Adam looked like he was on the verge of losing his patience and snapping, and Jey glared at him, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, Adam, you need to get things in order around here. We can't have people thinking they can just cross the Bloodline without repercussions. It ain't our fault if this place needs a wake-up call."

Adam rubbed his temples again, clearly frustrated with the situation. "Wake-up call?"

Sami nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, a wake-up call! I knew you would understand, Pearce. Look, we didn't like disrupting the show, but we needed to. We needed to make a statement, and I'd say it was pretty successful if I do say so myself."

Sami saw this as an opportunity to redirect the blame onto others, and he continued, "We were provoked, Adam. The disrespect was too much, and we had to do something about it. The Bloodline can't just let things slide, you know?"

Adam Pearce leaned back in his chair, glaring at the trio in front of him. "Let things slide?" Pearce darkly chuckled. "You didn't like disrupting the show? I'll give you something you don't like." Pearce stood up, walked around his desk, and faced you, Jey, and Sami.

"Oh, please, Pearce. We both know Roman has your number, and he won't be happy if you make a move against us," you taunted, smirking as you pushed off the door and approached Pearce. Jey and Sami exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that their perceived protection might not be as solid as they thought.

Pearce raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt at intimidation. "Everyone is telling me how scared I am of Roman Reigns and his so-called Bloodline. But let me make one thing clear: I don't answer to Roman Reigns. I answer to WWE management, and I'm responsible for maintaining order on this show."

Jey stepped forward, not liking how Pearce was talking to you. "You better watch your tone, Pearce. You don't want to find yourself on the wrong side of this."

Adam Pearce chuckled again, seemingly unfazed by the threat. "Oh really?" He mocked your taunts. "I've been dealing with rebellious Superstars for a long time, and none of them scare me. If Roman Reigns thinks he can control this show, he's sorely mistaken."

You, Jey, and Sami exchanged glances, realizing that Adam Pearce wasn't backing down. Sami, trying to salvage the situation, chimed in, "Look, Adam, we get it. You're in a tough spot, and you need to maintain order. But do you really want to risk going against the Bloodline? We're the top dogs here, and it's in your best interest to keep us happy."

Pearce leaned in, his face inches from Sami's. "Well here's my latest decision. You and Jey are going to defend those tag team championships against the team of Kevin Owens and Seth Rollins tonight, since they are the only people YOU DIDN'T INJURE!"

Your smirk turned into a glare at Pearce's announcement. The confident facade that had dominated your demeanor wavered for a moment.

Not Kevin. Fuck, now you wished you had helped Jey and Sami in order to stop the words coming out of Pearce's mouth. Jey and Sami exchanged alarmed glances, realizing that their attempt at intimidation had backfired.

"Wait a minute, Pearce. You can't just—"

Pearce cut off Sami's protest with a stern look. "I can, and I just did. You three wanted chaos, right? Well, now you'll deal with the consequences. The tag team titles will be on the line tonight, and if you're the dominant force you claim to be, prove it in the ring."

You crossed your arms, trying to regain control of the situation. "But Jey and Jimmy are the tag champions, not Sami and Jey. And lucky us, Jimmy isn't here to defend the titles."

Adam Pearce smirked, clearly enjoying the shift in the power dynamic. "Well, I guess you'll have to figure that out. Tonight's match is happening, and if you can't sort out your internal issues, you might find yourselves without those tag team championships."

Jey stepped forward angrily, frustration evident in his face. "You make that shit official and I'ma shove my boot up your white a-"

"Say one more word and I'll have security remove all three of you from the premises," Pearce interrupted with a smirk, his patience clearly worn thin. "I don't care about your threats, and I certainly don't care about the internal dynamics of the Bloodline. If you want chaos, deal with it in the ring tonight. That's my decision, and it's final."

Pearce smirked as Jey tried to attack him, only to be pulled back by you and Sami. Jey glared at Sami when he touched him, but he leaned into your hold, showing restraint for now. Sami, while clearly frustrated, also held back.

You glared at Pearce, seething with anger at the unexpected turn of events. "You can't just make someone who isn't a champ defend the titles. This is ridiculous, Pearce."

Pearce leaned back, crossing his arms. "I just did. You wanted chaos, and chaos you'll get. Either you defend the titles as a unit, or you risk losing them. It's your problem now."

Sami, trying to salvage the situation again, attempted to reason with Pearce. "Look, Adam, we're all professionals here. We can sort this out without putting the titles on the line tonight."

Pearce chuckled, shaking his head. "No, you made your point out there. Now it's time to back it up in the ring. Consider this a lesson in consequences. Now get ready for your match. And I suggest you find a way to work together if you want to remain champions."

You huffed, and in one split second, tried to launch yourself at Pearce, but Jey and Sami held you back. Pearce smirked at the display of frustration. "Save that energy for your boys' match. You might need it."

As security escorted you, Jey, and Sami out of Pearce's office, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Pearce called out for you before you left, "One more thing, Y/N. Since you wanted to start this whole attack by blindsiding Charlotte, I'm making you defend your title against her at Survivor Series. Good luck, you'll need it."

You gritted your teeth at Pearce's parting words, realizing that the chaos you had orchestrated had come back to haunt you.

As you were escorted down the hallway, Jey and Sami exchanged uneasy glances, the angry tension between making you realize the night was gonna be far from easy. The arguments would start soon. 1, 2, 3….

"I fucking knew some shit would happen with yo big mouth Sami!" Jey shouted out, slamming his fist against the wall.

"My mouth?!" Sami gaped at Jey, "You're the one who couldn't control himself out there! If you hadn't tried to attack Pearce, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"Me? You're the one who was going off on him. 'We the top dawgs, and it's in your best interest to keep us happy.' Now look at us." Jey rolled his eyes in anger.

Sami glared at Jey. "Oh, please! I was just trying to salvage the situation. You're the one who threatened Pearce first."

"Cause he was talking down to Y/N! I had to step in," Jey retorted, his frustration evident.

"By trying to jump him? That's real smart," Sami scoffed. The tension between the two of them escalated, and it seemed like a powder keg ready to explode.

"Guys." You tried to interject, but your voice barely cut through the escalating argument between Jey and Sami. The heated exchange continued, each blaming the other for the predicament you now found yourselves in.

Jey took a step towards Sami, pointing a finger accusingly. "If you hadn't been running your mouth about being the top dog, we wouldn't have had to deal with this nonsense. Now we've got a match we weren't prepared for."

Sami crossed his arms defensively. "Oh, please. If you hadn't tried to attack Pearce, we could have negotiated our way out of this. But no, you had to go and make things worse."

As their argument reached a boiling point, you felt the frustration building up inside you. This wasn't how you envisioned the aftermath of the chaos you had orchestrated. The unity within the Bloodline was cracking, and you needed to find a way to mend it before things got completely out of hand.

"Enough!" you finally shouted, your voice cutting through the tension. Jey and Sami both turned to look at you, their expressions a mix of anger and frustration. "Arguing won't solve anything. We're in this together, whether we like it or not. Now, we need to figure out how to handle tonight's match and make sure we don't lose those titles."

Jey scoffed, still glaring at Sami. "Easy for you to say, baby. You're not the one who has to defend the tag titles with this loudmouth."

Sami shot back, "Maybe if you could control your temper, we wouldn't be in this mess. But no, you had to play tough guy."

"Says the person that got us into this mess with his constant babbling," Jey retorted, his frustration evident.

"At least I tried to reason with Pearce instead of resorting to violence," Sami argued. "You just did what you do best, which is causing chaos without thinking about the consequences."

"Excuse me? You're the one who couldn't keep your mouth shut during the chaos. We had a plan, and you had to go off script," Jey retorted, the frustration evident in his voice.

Sami rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Like I could've predicted Pearce's reaction. He's on a power trip, and we just happened to be in his way."

You stepped between them, trying to diffuse the tension. "Enough, both of you. We're not helping ourselves by pointing fingers. We need to focus on the match tonight. Jey, Sami, whether you like it or not, you're a team tonight, and we can't afford to lose those titles. So, figure out a way to work together, or you and Jimmy lose those titles, Jey."

Jey and Sami exchanged a begrudging look at your words. Jey didn't want to lose the titles, and Sami didn't want to face the consequences of their impulsive actions or mess up your plan. The reality of the situation weighed heavily on both of them.

"You guys aren't the only ones affected by this. I've got a title defense against Charlotte at Survivor Series now, thanks to Pearce," you added, frustration evident in your tone. "So, we all need to get on the same page, focus on tonight, and then we can deal with the fallout from Pearce's decisions later."

Jey sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Fine, but don't think you the champ, Sami. You just helping me out for now."

Sami rolled his eyes but nodded in reluctant agreement. "I don't need your approval, Uce. Let's just get through tonight, and we can settle our issues later."

Jey stared daggers into Sami's head, but when you grabbed his shoulder and gave him a stern look, he reluctantly backed down. The tension in the air lingered, but there was a temporary ceasefire as you, Jey, and Sami begrudgingly agreed to focus on the immediate challenge ahead.

"Good," you said, a hint of authority in your voice. "Let's go to the locker room, come up with a game plan, and make sure we're on the same page for the match tonight. We can't afford any more slip-ups."

"Of course." Sami nodded, then something struck him, and he stopped and turned to you with a worried look on his face.

"Wait, did he say Kevin?" There was an underlying fear in his voice, and even though you felt it, you didn't show it.

Jey, however, whipped his head at Sami's tone and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, he did. What, you scared your best friend is gonna beat some sense into you?" Jey taunted. "You gon' cost us these titles cause you're scared of facing Owens in the ring?"

Sami scoffed, trying to maintain his composure. "Please, I've beaten Owens before. I'm not scared of him."

Jey got into Sami's face, their faces inches apart. "You better not be. If I lose these titles tonight cause yo ass is scared, we're gonna have a real problem."

Sami pushed Jey away, a defiant look on his face. "I won't be the reason we lose, Uce. You just focus on not losing your cool, and we might get through this."

You intervened again before the tension could escalate further. "Enough, both of you. Save that energy for the match. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. Now let's go to the locker room, strategize, and make sure we're ready for Kevin and Seth tonight."

Jey and Sami sighed but followed you towards the locker room. You knew if they lost tonight, Roman would not only kill them but you as well. As the three of you walked down the hallway, the weight of the upcoming match and the consequences of your actions hung in the air.

"Look, I don't care about your personal issues right now. We need to focus on the match. We're defending the tag titles, and we can't afford any mistakes," you emphasized, looking at both of them sternly.

Jey nodded, a mix of frustration and determination on his face. "I ain't losing these titles because you scared of Kevin. Y/N was best friends with him, but she ain't afraid to face him. You shouldn't be afraid of Owens."

Sami huffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not afraid of Owens. I just didn't expect to face him tonight. But I'll handle it, and we'll retain these titles. Just make sure you keep your temper in check, Jey."

Jey shot Sami a glare but didn't respond. The tension remained palpable as you reached the locker room. Once inside, you closed the door behind you, creating a temporary haven away from prying eyes.

"If you fuck up tonight, Sami, I swear—" Jey started, but you cut him off.

"You guys need to stop fighting and start working together. We don't have the luxury of personal issues right now. Our focus is on defending those tag titles. We can sort out our problems later, but for now, we need to be a cohesive unit in that ring."

Jey and Sami exchanged a reluctant nod, acknowledging the truth in your words. The stakes were high, and the unity within the Bloodline was being put to the test. You took a deep breath, trying to push aside the frustration and tension.

Your phone rang, and you quickly pulled it out of your pocket. The caller ID showed Roman Reigns.

You looked at Jey and Sami, who were now giving you curious glances. "Start strategizing. I'll be back. It's Roman." You left them with that, and slipped out of the room, heading to a quieter area to answer the call from Roman.

"Roman," you greeted as you answered the phone.

"Y/N, why am I hearing that Jey and Sami are defending the tag titles tonight? And that you are defending your title against Charlotte?" Roman's voice was calm, but you could sense an undercurrent of displeasure.

"It's a long story, but things got out of hand, and Adam Pearce made the decision. We're dealing with the aftermath of the chaos we caused," you explained, choosing your words carefully.

"Chaos?" Roman's tone turned slightly more intense. "I told you to make a statement, not puts our titles at risk. What happened?"

You recounted the events that led to the chaos on Raw, the confrontation with Adam Pearce, and the subsequent decision to defend the tag titles. Roman listened in silence, his disapproval palpable even through the phone.

"I'll deal with Pearce, but at no costs can we have those titles lost tonight. Y/N, you need to make sure Jey and Sami get their act together. We can't afford any more missteps."

"I understand, Roman. I'm working on it. We'll do whatever it takes to retain the titles tonight," you assured him.

"You better," Roman replied sternly. "I don't want any weaknesses in the Bloodline. Handle this, and we'll discuss the fallout later."

The call ended, and you took a deep breath, realizing the weight of the responsibility on your shoulders. You couldn't afford to let the Bloodline down, and you needed to ensure that Jey and Sami worked together effectively in the upcoming match.

"Looks like you're having a rough night." You glared at the familiar voice, and turned to see your former best friend Kevin, the man you betrayed to join the Bloodline, standing a few feet away, a smile on his face. His presence only added to the mounting pressure and tension of the situation.

"Nope." You tried to push past him to get back to the locker room, but Kevin stepped in your way. "What do you want, Owens?" you snapped, not in the mood for his smug attitude.

"Just checking in on an old friend," Kevin replied, his tone casual. "And I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about defending the tag titles tonight. Interesting turn of events, isn't it?"

"Yeah, the most interesting thing you've done since I broke your arm. You're welcome, by the way." You snapped at Kevin, the bitterness from your past betrayal still lingering in your words.

Kevin chuckled, seemingly unfazed by your hostility. "Ah, memories. Good times, right? But let's focus on the present. Defending the tag titles with Jey and Sami tonight, huh? How's that going for you?"

You shot him a glare, unamused by his taunts. "You should be thanking me for taking you out of obscurity and giving you TV time. Now, if you'll excuse me." You tried to move past Kevin again, but he stepped in your way once more, his smirk widening.

"Still trying to avoid me after 2 years, huh?" " Kevin asked with a sarcastic tone. "The guilt of betrayal still eating at you, Y/N?"

You clenched your fists, suppressing the anger that threatened to boil over. "I don't have time for your mind games, Kevin. I've got a match to focus on, and unlike you, I don't dwell on the past."

Kevin chuckled, enjoying getting under your skin. "Well, good luck with that match. But we both know Sami is gonna be a liability. He won't hurt me like you want him to. And deep down, I know you don't want him to. You're scared of facing the consequences of your choices."

You shot him a venomous look, your patience wearing thin. "I'm not scared of anything, especially not you. Now, move out of my way."

Kevin stepped aside, still wearing that infuriating smirk." We'll see how brave you are in the ring tonight. Don't disappoint the Bloodline too much, Y/N. I told you, Roman only cares about you when you're an asset. Once you start becoming a liability, well, you've seen how he deals with that."

As Kevin walked away, you couldn't shake off the lingering frustration. The upcoming match was challenging enough without the added tension from your past with Kevin. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it. Your choices had consequences, and tonight's match was a testament to that.

You could only hope that Jey and Sami could put their differences aside long enough to successfully defend the tag titles. If they lost, the blame would be on you, and Kevin was right, if you became a liability, Roman wouldn't take too kind to that.

All of this rests on your shoulders, and yet it was on Jey and Sami to deliver in the ring. As you returned to the locker room, the atmosphere was tense, and the air felt heavy with the weight of the impending match. Jey and Sami were still exchanging heated glances, but they fell silent as you entered.

"Everything okay?" Jey asked, noticing the frustration on your face.

"Kevin being his usual annoying self," you replied dismissively, not wanting to dwell on the encounter.

Sami raised an eyebrow, curious but hesitant to ask more. Instead, he focused on the matter at hand. "We need a game plan for tonight. What are we doing?"

You took a deep breath, pushing aside the lingering frustration from the encounter with Kevin. "We're putting our differences aside, focusing on the match, and ensuring that we walk out of there with the tag titles still around our waists. We can't afford any mistakes, and we can't let personal issues get in the way."

Jey nodded, his expression determined. "I'm not losing these titles tonight. Sami, you better have my back."

Sami sighed, relenting for the sake of the match. "I'll do what it takes to win. Just make sure you control that temper of yours, Uce."

You chimed in, "And I'll be at ringside, making sure everything goes smoothly. We're the Bloodline, and we don't let anything or anyone stand in our way. Let's focus on the task at hand and make sure we prove our dominance in that ring."

If only that were as simple as it sounded.

You took a deep breath as you, Jey and Sami walked out to the ring, the crowd's roar echoing through the arena. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and you could feel the weight of the tag team titles on your shoulders. The chaotic events that unfolded earlier backstage seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by the singular focus of successfully defending the titles.

You avoided looking at Kevin's eyes as you stepped into the ring with Jey and Sami, you stepped into the ring, trying to maintain your composure. The referee signaled for the match to start, and Jey and Sami reluctantly began the defense of the tag team titles.

"They don't care about you!" Kevin yelled at Sami as he circled the ring. He couldn't let you and Sami fall into Roman's trap.

Sami shot back, "They care about me more than you ever did! Focus on the match, or are you just here to run your mouth?"

The bell rang, and the match officially began. Jey and Sami had to put aside their differences and work as a team to retain the titles. The crowd was buzzing with excitement, sensing the tension within the Bloodline.

The match started with Jey and Kevin in the ring. They locked up, each trying to assert dominance. Jey, fueled by the frustration from earlier, unleashed a flurry of strikes on Kevin, aiming to prove a point. Sami, on the apron, looked on with a mix of concern and eagerness.

You were at ringside, waiting for the moment to interject if needed. The intensity in the ring was palpable, and the match could easily tip in any direction.

Jey and Kevin continued their exchange of blows, neither giving an inch. Jey's aggression was on full display as he took control of the match, delivering punishing kicks and strikes. Sami, still on the apron, seemed torn between supporting his partner and letting his personal issues distract him.

You grabbed Kevins leg to try and distract him, pulling him out of the ring. The referee's attention shifted towards the commotion outside, allowing Jey to capitalize on the distraction and gain the upper hand against Kevin, sending him sprawling to the outside.

"Sami!" You yelled at him to come quick as Jey had Kevin in a vulnerable position. Sami hesitated for a moment, torn between helping and staying focused on the match. The internal conflict was evident on his face, but he eventually slid out of the ring and joined you.

"Hit him!" Jey bellowed out to Sami, urging him to take advantage of the situation. Sami, though still conflicted, nodded and delivered a swift kick to Kevin's midsection before rolling him back into the ring.

With the match back inside the squared circle, Jey continued to target, showcasing the Uso's ruthless side. Sami, despite his earlier reservations, seamlessly joined the attack, working with Jey to wear down Kevin. The teamwork, however reluctant, seemed effective.

Seth tried to interfere, rushing down the ramp, but you intercepted him, engaging in a brief brawl at ringside by hitting him low. The distraction allowed Jey and Sami to maintain control in the ring, isolating Kevin Owens and preventing him from making the tag to Seth.

But that's where the mistakes started. Miscommunication that was inadvertently Jey's fault made Jey angry and he shoved Sami away, frustrated by the lack of cohesion.

"What are you doing?!" He screamed at Sami, but Sami fired back, "I'm doing my part, Uce! Maybe if you weren't so hot-headed, we could actually work as a team!"

You ran your hands over your face, silently praying that the Bloodline could somehow get through this match without completely self-destructing. The tension within the team was escalating, and it was starting to affect their performance in the ring.

Despite the internal strife, Jey and Sami managed to keep Kevin grounded, preventing him from reaching Seth for the tag. The crowd was divided, some cheering for the Bloodline's dominance, while others hoped for Kevin to turn the tide.

Jey, still visibly frustrated, tagged Sami back into the match. The two attempted a double-team move, but the lack of coordination led to a momentary hesitation, giving Kevin the opening he needed. Kevin fought back, delivering a series of strikes to both Sami and Jey, turning the tables in his favor.

The chaotic situation in the ring mirrored the chaos that had unfolded earlier backstage. You could feel the control slipping away, and the consequences of the discord within the Bloodline were becoming evident.

As Kevin gained momentum, the frustration between Jey and Sami boiled over. A heated argument erupted, and you had to slide into the ring to stop a full-blown confrontation. The referee tried to intervene, but the tension was too high. Your attempts to separate Jey and Sami were met with resistance, each blaming the other for the escalating situation.

"Your anger is costing us the match!" Sami yelled at Jey, pushing him away.

"Oh, I'm the problem? Maybe if you weren't so focused on running your mouth, we could actually win this!" Jey shot back, his frustration reaching a breaking point.

You stepped between them, trying to mediate. "Enough! We can't afford this right now. Focus on the match!"

But the damage was done. Kevin took advantage of the internal strife within the Bloodline, delivering a devastating superkick to Jey, followed by a Popup Powerbomb. The crowd erupted as Kevin made the cover.

1, 2, -"

You grabbed the ref's arm before he could count to three. You couldn't let the titles slip away like this. The referee looked at you with confusion, but you pointed to Sami, signaling for him to break up the pin.

Sami, realizing the urgency, shoved Jey into Kevin, breaking the pin just in time. The match continued, but the disarray within the Bloodline was evident.

Kevin laughed and shook his head at your actions. He knew you would go to great lengths to protect the Bloodline's interests.

"Why do you keep protecting them!?" Kevin asked, or more like shouted, at you as you stared at him, trying to move away from him, not knowing if he would leave you alone or stun you.

You were like a sister to him, so he never shied away from stunning some brain cells into you when needed. "He only cares about you when you're useful. If you lost your title tonight, Roman would kick you to the curb. You can't keep protecting them forever. I won't let you!"

You ignored Kevin's words, the internal conflict weighing heavily on your shoulders. The match continued, but the unity within the Bloodline was shattered. Jey and Sami struggled to work together, their frustration and resentment evident in every move.

Seth, on the outside, watched the chaos unfold with a smirk on his face. The disarray within the Bloodline was playing right into the hands of their opponents. The tag team titles, once a symbol of dominance, were now on the brink of slipping away.

Seth finally got tagged in, and him and Jey started exchanging blows in the center of the ring. Despite the internal conflict, Jey showcased his resilience, fighting back against Seth. Sami, still recovering on the apron, watched with a mix of concern and frustration.

"Tag me in!" Sami pleaded to Jey, who was hesitant to cooperate. Seth was also reaching out to tag Kevin. The tension between them had reached its peak, and you were begging that somehow they could pull it together. "For fucks sake Jey, act like you don't hate me for once and tag me in!!"

Jey, who finally put his pride away and realized the urgency, finally tagged Sami in. Sami entered the ring, facing off against Kevin, who was now the legal man for the opposing team. The match had reached a critical point, and the outcome hung in the balance.

Sami hesitated as him and Kevin stood off in the middle of the ring. The history between them, both as friends and rivals, one that you shared with them, added an extra layer of intensity to the match. You were internally screaming at Sami. Do not hesitate, Sami. DO NOT HESITATE!

It seemed like Sami was about to extend his hand for a shake, a momentary truce in the midst of the chaos. However, as Kevin reached out, Sami's hesitation turned into a sudden change of heart. He pulled his hand back and delivered a swift kick to Kevin's midsection.

"YESS!" You screamed out to encourage Sami's aggression. "BEAT HIS ASS, SAMI!"

Sami, fueled by a combination of frustration, rivalry, and the desire to prove his loyalty to the Bloodline, relentlessly attacked Kevin. It hurt you to see, but you knew Roman would hurt you more if you lost.

The match continued with a back-and-forth exchange between Sami and Kevin. Sami, fueled by a mix of frustration and determination, unleashed a barrage of strikes on Kevin, each blow carrying the weight of the internal conflict within the Bloodline.

Sami, driven by his internal conflict and the external pressure from you and the looming consequences with Roman Reigns, continued to dominate Kevin in the ring. The referee tried to maintain order, but the animosity between the two wrestlers seemed to overshadow any attempts at sportsmanship.

Jey was watching the intense exchange between Sami and Kevin. He nodded approvingly at Sami's aggressive display, knowing that their allegiance to the Bloodline had to be unwavering.

Seth, sensing that the end was near, ran into the ring and tried to pull Sami off of Kevin as he had Kevin in the corner, but Jey intercepted Ezekiel with a super kick, sending him sprawling outside the ring.

You held your breath as you watched Kevin try to gather his bearings, and as the ref tried to separate Seth and Jey, you knew you had to do something to secure the win, or Jey distracting the ref will cost all of you.

You slipped inside the ring to the corner, avoided looking Kevin in the eyes, and hit Kevin with your title, making him slump in the corner.

"Come on, Sami! Finish him!" you shouted, rallying behind your guys.

Sami, momentarily surprised by your interference, quickly recovered and seized the opportunity. He delivered a devastating Helluva Kick to Kevin, who crumpled to the mat. The referee, having missed your interference, turned around just in time to see Sami covering Kevin for the pin.

The referee counted: "One! Two! Three!"

The bell rang, signaling the victory for your team. Sami quickly stood up, a mix of exhaustion and triumph on his face. You screamed in joy, sliding into the ring, out of instinct jumping into Sami's arms to celebrate the hard-fought victory. The arena erupted with a mix of cheers and boos, but for you and your team, it was a moment of glory.

Sami, not expecting you to hug him so aggressively, slightly stumbled, but he quickly caught his balance and reciprocated the hug. The adrenaline was still pumping through both of you, and the taste of victory was sweet. You slid out of Sami's arms and yelled for Jey to join you guys.

"JEYY!!" You yelled out for your boyfriend, waving him over. Jey, seeing the tag titles in your hands, grinned and entered the ring, and you hugged him in glee. "We fucking did it!!" The three of you stood there, victorious, with the championship titles gleaming in the arena lights.

Despite the tension earlier, Sami held out a hand to Jey after you finished hugging him. Jey's face turned into a mix of anger and uncertainty as Sami extended his hand for a shake after the three of you went up the ramp. The history between them was complex, and it seemed like this moment could go either way. "Jey, please. Roman wants unity, I want unity, and I know you want it too."

Sami said earnestly, the exhaustion from the match evident in his voice.

Jey hesitated, eyeing Sami's hand for a moment. The crowd was still buzzing with the aftermath of the match, and the tension in the ring was palpable. After a brief pause, Jey sighed, and it actually looked like he was thinking about shaking Sami's hand, but then, Kevin's voice was heard over a mic. "No, No, NOO!"

You turned to the ring, where you saw Kevin, ,still recovering from the match, grabbed a microphone and struggled to his feet inside the ring.

The moment of potential unity shattered as Sami and Jey turned their attention to Kevin, their expressions a mix of annoyance and frustration.

He pointed at Sami, Jey, and you with a determined glare. "I let you guys take Y/N, a-and turn her into this clone of Roman! But I won't let you destroy Sami too!"

You pursed your lips as you listened to Kevin's passionate outburst. The atmosphere in the ring shifted, and the celebration came to an abrupt halt. "Kevin, just cause you are mad that you lost-"

"It's not even about the loss!" Kevin interrupted, his voice filled with frustration and anger. "I let you run your mouth and act like a lunatic for 2 years, I let Roman drag my best friend into this mess and turn her into something she's not! But I won't let you ruin Sami's life too. I won't let you and Roman manipulate him like you did to Y/N!"

Sami still catching his breath, stepped forward. "Kevin, I made my choice. I'm not being manipulated. I chose this path, and I won't let anyone question my decisions."

Kevin chuckled bitterly. "You're blinded, Sami. You both are naive as always, and I won't let you guys ruin your lives." He paused for a moment, looking at each of you in the ring. "I told you to stay on Smackdown, and we’d be fine. That if you came to Raw, there would be consequences. Well, here they are."

Kevin took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I'M COMING FOR ROMAN AT SURVIVOR SERIES, AND I'M SHOWING EVERYONE THAT TRIBAL CHIEF IS NOTHING THAN AN ASSHOLE BY CHALLENGING HIM TO WARGAMES!”

The crowd erupted into cheers at Kevin's bold declaration. You exchanged worried glances with Jey and Sami.

No no no, this was not supposed to happen!

You were supposed to come to Raw to secure unity, not ignite a war. But it was clear that Kevin had other plans. The tension in the air escalated, and the consequences of your actions were unfolding right before your eyes.

You were speechless and afraid, Sami looked conflicted, torn between the unity Roman desired and the loyalty to his best friend, Kevin, and Jey looked mad as hell.

Before any of you could speak, Kevin stared directly into the camera, addressing Roman Reigns, "Roman, you took Y/N from me, twisted her into something she’s not. I won’t let you do the same to Sami. At Survivor Series, I’m gonna take your dignity, my best friends back, and then I’m gonna take YOUR TITLE!”

The intensity in Kevin's words hung heavy in the air, creating a storm of emotions and uncertainty. The path to unity seemed to have taken an unexpected turn towards a brewing conflict. But even though things were uncertain, you knew one thing.

Roman was gonna kill you after this.

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danikamariewrites · 10 months

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Hello! Can you please write a story where the female reader has a nosebleed due to stress (like in Korean dramas if you follow the genre) and one of the ACOTAR males reacts. You can pick any character you want. Thank you!

P.S you are one of my favorite writers 💗

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Cassian x reader

A/n: Hi anon! I don’t follow k dramas so I had to Google this. Also thank you! That makes me so happy I hope you like this

Warnings: blood, mentions of health issues, and mentions of bad eating habits

Today Cassian suggested you work with him in his office. He noticed that you were overworking yourself and he wanted to keep an eye on you. You had been working for nearly three days straight with minimal sleep and food.

Your eating and sleeping habits are what concerned Cassian most. It would add to your stress leading to a migraine. And he would do anything to help you prevent that pain.

Cassian had stepped out for a minute to run something up to Rhys, leaving you alone. You decided to sit on the loveseat, you're woke laid out in front of you on the low-lying coffee table. You liked sitting with Cassian. It was time you wouldn't usually get to spend together.

You drop your pen on the scattered papers and rub at your forehead. The current project you were working on was driving you crazy, but you were determined to get it done. You could feel a headache coming on and the spot between your brows started to feel like pins and needles were dragging behind your skin.

You felt something warm trickling down to your lip. Shit. You hadn’t had a nosebleed in months. You wipe at the blood with the back of your hand. Leaning forward, new blood dribbles on to some paper, “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself.

Cassian comes back into his office and immediately smells blood. “Y/n! Are you ok? What’s wrong?” As he rushes over to you his head whips around the room. Trying to spot a threat that wasn't there.

He kneels beside you, concern causing his brow to crease. You move your hand away from your face to show him your bloody nose. Cassian pulls a tissue out of his pocket and starts dabbing at your nose. “Honey, what happened?” he gently holds your nose, tilting your head forward, while you explain.

“I get nosebleeds when I’m too stressed or have bad headaches. I just kept forgetting to tell you.” Cassian gave you a sympathetic look. He grabbed your hand to stand you up and led you out of his office toward your shared bedroom, then to your connected bathroom.

“Let's clean you up,” he says removing the tissue from your face. The bleeding stopped, leaving dried blood on your skin and upper lip. Cassian lifts you to sit on the counter. He turns the sink on, wetting a face cloth.

He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger to keep you still as he gently wipes the blood off. You revel in the care he shows when it comes to you. He's been called a brute and is looked at with caution. But you don't see that when you look at him.

You see the male you love with your whole heart. How silly he can be, all the special moments shared between you, and how gentle he is. You love that he's so willing to take care of you and that he has such a big heart. Anyone who calls him a brute doesn't truly know him.

“All clean.” He says with a tight-lipped smile. You know what he's going to say. That you should rest and eat something. He won't relax until you do. You want to reassure him that you're fine and this is how. “I think I want to lay down for a while. Can you please get me something to eat?”

“Of course, baby. Let's get you in bed and I’ll get you whatever you want.” You slowly slip off the counter and hold onto Cassian’s arm as he walks you to bed. You are so lucky to have him.

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xomakara · 5 months

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No One But You

SUMMARY | One drunken night with Xiaojun gave you the most precious thing in the world, your son. Years later, Xiaojun returns from overseas and finally gets to reunite with you and his son. PAIRINGS | Xiaojun/Fem!Reader GENRE | non-idol au, daddy!Xiaojun, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, slight angst, fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,813 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Originally, this was supposed to be a fantasy with the whole isekai theme. But this idea had been swimming in my mind lately and so here you go. I hope this makes sense and that it flowed okay. I struggled a bit haha. Hope you all like it.

"Just give it some thought," Renjun, your best friend, muttered one day. You were both sitting in your favorite cafe, drinking your lattes and getting on each other's nerves with an annoying amount of frequency. It was a pretty standard Sunday afternoon to be honest - so you had just agreed to meet here.

Nothing special.

"And what do I get for this?" you asked, glancing up from your coffee. Renjun had been pestering you to join him at this new company your friends Mark and Johnny established. They promised it would be very profitable and the pay was good as well. And he was very persistent. Like never ending. He'd been talking about it nonstop since yesterday morning when you woke up.

You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your coffee. "I mean it's not like I don't want to help them out, but they're not giving me any kind of perks."

"You get to see eye-candy all day long." Renjun snorted. "How is that not a perk? At least this way you can finally find someone who'll satisfy you better than-"

"Don't you dare say his name." You muttered under your breath.

"C'mon Y/N." Renjun patted your hand. "It's been years since you last dated Jungwoo. I’m sure he’s happily married and has kids. Besides, you have a son now, too. Does Xiaojun know?"

Xiaojun...

The father of your son.

You've known Xiaojun since your college days. He was a friend of Renjun, Mark and Johnny and he always tagged along whenever you hung out with them. Back then, he used to flirt shamelessly and his charm would always manage to make you laugh and blush simultaneously. You were in a serious relationship with your ex, Jungwoo, during that time, but that all changed however, when you ended your three year relationship with him. Your relationship just didn't work out. He cheated on you multiple times. You loved him with all your heart, though. But you couldn't be with someone who hurt you constantly. Your heartbreak left you feeling empty and lonely. Your entire world crumbled around you and you felt like nothing could ever go right again.

Your friends were there to help you through your tough times. To cheer you up, Renjun and the others dragged you out to the biggest Neo frat party of the semester, despite your constant protests. Of course, you had fun that night. It was a relief to forget about your troubles for a while. In a drunken stupor and clearly horny, you found Xiaojun dancing nearby. Without thinking twice, you walked over to him and grabbed his hands to sway to the music. And god, he was sexy in those leather pants and tight black shirt. It was hard to resist him and not give into temptation. After a few minutes, you decided to dance closer to him. And God, he smelled so good. Like fresh air, soft lips and spring flowers. That did it. Before you knew it, you were making out with him against the wall.

Things quickly escalated and before you knew it, the rest was history. It was just a one night thing between you two. And you never did date him. He left to study overseas a few weeks later and disappeared off your radar.

When you found out you were pregnant a month after that drunken night with Xiaojun, you were scared and confused. You never imagined that one drunken night with him could have changed your future so drastically. The urge to tell him that you were pregnant was overwhelming. You wanted to reach out to him, talk to him, tell him about the baby, apologize for what happened that night. But you also couldn't deny that your decision that night wasn't completely your own.

You'd been depressed and lonely since your breakup with Jungwoo and Xiaojun provided you with the comfort you needed. Was it wrong of you to use him that way? Or did you deserve something more? If you chose to keep the baby, who would take care of it? Where would you live? Who would be its father?

You had to tell someone and you eventually told Renjun, Mark and Johnny about your pregnancy, revealing that Xiaojun had to be the father since he was the last person you’ve slept with. Your friends reacted predictably: they offered their unconditional support and told you that you were strong enough to raise the child on your own. They were your best friends and they wanted to be the best uncles they could be to your son.

But even after that fateful night, you continued to think about what could have been if he had stayed. If you had found out you were pregnant if you were together.

You shook your head. "No, he still doesn't know about our son."

Renjun sighed. "You know he's back in town. He’s been asking me about you too. Its just a matter of time before Xiaojun talks to our friends and finds out he has a son. You should tell him before that happens."

"I know but I can't just tell him I got pregnant after one drunken night together. There are too many details involved."

Renjun ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. "What are you going to do, Y/N?"

"That's the problem. I don't know what to do." You mumbled. "I don't want him to resent me or hate me. I want him to love my son and accept him. That's all I ask for."

"Then just tell him. I'm sure he won't mind if you told him the truth."

"But what if he does?" You replied, looking down at your cup. "Wouldn't that complicate things? Especially since we have a child together. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he blamed me for ruining his life or something. I wouldn't be able to look at him or be near him anymore."

Renjun shrugged. "Who says he will blame you? You guys are adults, after all. Plus, we’re not children anymore. Our lives are different. It's not the same as back then. I think you're just being paranoid."

"Am I?" You looked up, frowning. "Do you really believe I am?"

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not really, no. I know you, Y/N. You're more forgiving than most people. But sometimes, people need to face the consequences of their actions. And even if they don't, there are plenty of other fish in the sea. It's not like your son needs a man around to protect him."

Renjun waved away your concern. "So don't let your feelings towards him ruin your happiness. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. So tell him about your son."

“I’m home!” You called out as you stepped into your apartment.

You heard the pitter patter of small feet and a small figure ran out of the bedroom before launching unto you. “Mommy! Mommy!”

You cooed as you picked your son up in your arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your neck and buried his face into your chest. "Hi Dongjun, my beautiful angel. Did you miss me?"

"Of course!" He squealed excitedly. "I missed you, mommy."

“You’re so silly.” You giggled as you planted a kiss on top of his head. “You don’t need to miss me because you’re going to see me every day. Right?"

Dongjun giggled excitedly and nodded his head. "Right mommy!"

"Good." You hugged him tightly. "Because I missed you too."

The two of you walked slowly down the hallway. Dongjun held onto your hand and grinned widely as he talked about his random adventures with Uncle Jisung, your younger brother. When you asked where Uncle Jisung was, your son pointed at your brother's room stating that 'Uncle Jisung is studying'.

“Hey Mommy, wanna watch a movie with me?” Dongjun asked, tugging at your shirt sleeve.

“Okay honey, but first, can I change into comfy clothes?” You questioned, pointing towards your bedroom.

“Mm hmm.” Dongjun nodded enthusiastically as he plopped on the couch and proceeded to watch TV.

After changing into sweats and a loose t-shirt, you settled down next to your son. You placed your hand on his head and smiled as you stroked his hair gently. It was nice being able to spend quality time with your son. Dongjun was so happy when he was with you. He loved watching movies and playing games with you. You could already tell that he was smart, mature and creative. If only you could turn back time, things would be different.

You wondered how life would have been if you told Xiaojun about Dongjun. Or how it would be if you got together with him. But looking at your son, you knew that whatever happened, you made the right choice. No matter what choices you made in the past, your son will always be yours.

“Alright, time for bed. Let’s snuggle.” You told your son as you pulled him close to your body.

“Yes!” Dongjun grinned happily.

You leaned over to kiss him on the forehead and you smiled as you closed your eyes. At least one good thing came out of that drunken night, you thought.

"Mommy?" Dongjun suddenly asked as he poked you in the arm.

"Hmm?" You opened your eyes and glanced at your son. "What is it honey?"

"Did you love daddy when you first met him?"

“Hmmm…now that’s a tough question to ask me, squirt.” You pinched his cheek. “How should I answer it?”

“I think you loved Daddy.” Dongjun said confidently. “Because if you didn’t love Daddy, then I wouldn’t be here today. So you must have loved Daddy when you first met him.”

You smiled as tears welled up in your eyes. Dongjun was such a sweet boy.

"Sweetie, you are the most important person in my life. And no matter what happens, I will always love you." You hugged him tightly. "I am very lucky to have a child like you."

"Aw, Mommy. Thank you." Dongjun wiped away the tear from your eye. "Now let's go to sleep, okay?"

"Yes." You nodded. "Night-night, Sweetie."

Dongjun yawned as he curled up in your lap. You kissed his forehead again and whispered good night in his ear. Then you watched as he drifted off to sleep.

You didn't expect that your life would turn out like this. You had always dreamt of finding true love and getting married someday. But fate decided otherwise. Now you were living alone, raising your son singlehandedly. A part of you wished that things could have been different. Maybe your son would grow up knowing his father. Maybe you could've dated Xiaojun or find another man to share your life with.

But all those questions went unanswered as you drifted off to sleep.

There was nothing you could do about it. The past is the past. And there was no point dwelling on it anymore. Your son was the only light in your life. Without him, you would have been lost in despair and misery. You may not have found love, but you learned to accept what fate gave you.

Everything else was secondary.

God damn, he's still handsome.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as you watched Xiaojun put in his order with the waiter. Even after all these years, you still found him attractive. And he noticed you noticing him. His smile widened and he leaned towards you slightly. You held your breath as you smiled politely.

There was no denying that you felt some attraction to him back in your college days. If you weren’t dating Jungwoo back then, you would have jumped on the chance to get with Xiaojun.

But you never acted on those thoughts. There was no reason to start a relationship with him when Jungwoo was willing to be by your side. But that was before there were problems in the relationship. Before you broke up with Jungwoo. Before you found yourself alone.

Back then, everything was perfect. You were the happiest girl alive. Everything seemed so easy. You spent all your time doing fun stuff with your friends and boyfriend. As long as you were with them, you couldn't imagine a life without them.

It was an exciting time in your life. You were young, carefree and optimistic. Life seemed limitless. You had so much hope and dreams. What would you do now that all those hopes and dreams have faded away?

All that was left was regret and pain.

And now here you were, years later, sitting across from him as he gave you a sweet smile. That smile was one thing that always got to you. Especially after all this time. You tried to act natural, but the truth was you felt like you were caught in your own private show. And you weren't the only one noticing him. There were quite a few women gawking and flirting with him, although he seemed to not notice.

Xiaojun stared at you intently for a few moments before speaking. "So how are you doing, Y/N?"

"Eh, good, thanks." You shrugged. "How are you?"

"Glad to be back home." He said, smiling broadly. “I really missed Korean and Chinese food here."

You gave him a small smile. "It’s good to see that you were doing good overseas though."

"It was tough but it was worth all the experiences." Xiaojun grinned.

“I bet.” You nodded, trying not to look at his mouth. Jesus Christ, he still looked edible. You were tempted to lean forward and kiss him, but you managed to hold yourself back. "So Renjun mentioned that you've been asking about me. What's that all about, huh?"

Xiaojun blushed as he fidgeted in his seat. "Uh, well…" He paused. “I guess I just miss hanging out with you and the others."

"Life has gotten in the way, that's all." You sighed. "But I promise I'll try to spend more time with you now that you’re back home."

"Really?" Xiaojun raised an eyebrow. "Like, on a regular basis?"

"Maybe." You grinned sheepishly. "Or maybe not. Depends if you keep bugging me like Renjun always does. I wonder why I'm still friends with him..."

“Ha ha, you wouldn't trade him for the world.” Xiaojun replied with a laugh.

"True that.” You chuckled. “He’s my best friend after all.”

A small silence followed. Both of you simply stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, Xiaojun broke the silence. "Listen…I'm sorry about what happened in college. I never meant to hurt you. You're one of my closest friends and I don't want anything to ruin that."

"You never hurt me, Xiaojun." You shook your head, a faint smile on your lips. "I was heartbroken when Jungwoo dumped me and I needed a distraction from the pain. We were both drunk and horny at that frat party. I don't regret that one night with you. I don't blame you for it. None of it was your fault."

"You're a good person, Y/N." Xiaojun muttered quietly.

"Thanks." You replied sincerely. "Sometimes I feel guilty for using you to distract myself. And even after all this time, I can't bring myself to look at you without thinking about Jungwoo. It's a stupid reason, huh?"

"No, it's understandable." Xiaojun smiled gently. "People need distractions sometimes. Plus, that one night turned out to be pretty good for you. You enjoyed yourself, found comfort in someone's arms, and felt loved. It helped you get over your broken heart. Even if it was just for one night."

"Yeah. And thank you for that, by the way." You smiled softly. "For taking care of me that night. For listening to me cry about my ex."

"Don't mention it." Xiaojun said as he waved away the compliment. "You were hurting and I cared about you. You needed some comfort and I wanted to provide that for you."

"That makes me feel better." You laughed. You sucked in a deep breath. “Xiaojun, can I tell you something?”

"Of course." Xiaojun assured you.

You hesitated for a moment. It had been years since you talked to Xiaojun but you hoped that he would understand where you were coming from. After a few minutes, you decided to continue.

"It’s hard for me to say this but…” You took a deep breath. “Xiaojun, you’re a dad…”

“Wait, what?” Xiaojun gasped.

“We have a son,” You answered quickly. “His name is Dongjun.”

Xiaojun blinked several times. “Are you sure he’s mine?”

"You were the last person I had sex with before I found out I was pregnant." You nodded your head and pulled out your phone, scrolling through the pictures of Dongjun. “He looks exactly like you. Just look at the pictures.”

Xiaojun stared down at the photo of Dongjun on his phone. He took in the picture and blinked slowly. His expression softened as he looked back at you.

“Our son…” He murmured quietly. “Wow.”

“I know you might be mad or disappointed that I didn’t tell you but…” You paused. “I wasn’t ready to face you after I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come back to Korea and take care of me and the baby because we had that one night together.”

Xiaojun shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Y/N, don't worry about that. I know our relationship is complicated but there is no way I would ever resent you or the baby. In fact, I feel happy to hear that you're raising our son well."

“I’m glad you think that.” You smiled. “I never really talked about you. When Dongjun asks where you are, I just tell him that you had to work somewhere far away. How do you tell a four year old that his mom and dad aren’t even a couple? How do you tell him that his mom and dad were drunk and horny one night and that’s how he was conceived? Telling him that you worked far away was the best option.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Xiaojun sighed. “Can I meet him? Please, Y/N? I would love to meet my son.”

“Of course, I’d like you to meet him.” You agreed, nodding. “And knowing Dongjun, he already loves you very much.”

“I already love him too, you know?” Xiaojun gave a slight laugh. “I wish I had met him earlier. Things would have been different between us. I wouldn’t have gone overseas. I would have stayed and we could have explored if there was truly a connection between us.”

“Maybe things wouldn’t have changed that much.” You reminded him. “Even if you did stay, we were really never together. Not after that one night. All we did was sleep together. There was nothing more than sex going on. You flirted with me, sure. And I needed comfort from a broken heart. So there was nothing binding us together.“

“Yes, there was.” Xiaojun argued. “The first moment I met you, that first time you smiled so sweetly at me when Renjun introduced us, I knew I liked you right away. It’s like I could see you clearly for the first time. The way you walked, your attitude, your body language, everything was so perfect. But you were with Jungwoo at the time. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him, so I just tried to hang out with you whenever possible.”

He sighed, looking at you softly. “After you broke up with Jungwoo, I realized that I was in love with you. That one drunk night at the frat party made me realize how I felt about you. And I never stopped loving you since then.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, suddenly feeling sad.

“I didn’t want you to rush anything. You were healing from a broken heart and I didn’t want to add more problems to your life. I just knew that you needed love and comfort even if it was for one night.” Xiaojun explained. “And I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you how I felt.”

“I understand.” You whispered sadly. “But you should have told me sooner. Maybe I felt the same way.”

“Well, I’m telling you now.” Xiaojun said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Did you ever felt anything for me? Like, was there any chance that you could have fallen in love with me?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “If I wasn’t dating Jungwoo back then, I probably would have started to develop feelings for you too. Maybe even developed them into something more.”

“I’m glad you said that.” Xiaojun breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Xiaojun, now that you’re back for good…” You paused. “Do you think that we could give this another shot? Maybe see where things really go between us? If you just want to be friends or just in Dongjun’s life, then it’s fine with me. But I just thought…”

“I want that too.” Xiaojun cut you off. “I want to see where this goes. With you, and Dongjun. I can be the father that Dongjun deserves and I will make sure to devote myself fully to my son and to you.”

“Okay.” You agreed. You stood up and grabbed his hand. “Come. Let’s go see our son.”

It took you but minutes by car to reach your apartment. You reached your door and unlocked it, calling out, “Dongjun! I’m home!”

Dongjun ran out of his room with a huge smile on his face. As soon as he spotted you, he jumped into your arms and gave you a big hug.

“Mommy! Mommy! I missed you!” He exclaimed happily.

“I missed you too, baby. Where’s Uncle Jisung?” You questioned, wondering where your younger brother was.

“Uncle Jisung is watching TV.” Dongjun suddenly noticed Xiaojun by the door. “Mommy, who’s that?”

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself.

"Well… Let's introduce ourselves, shall we?" You offered nervously.

Dongjun looked between you and Xiaojun curiously, wondering what was going on.

“He looks exactly like me.” Xiaojun muttered. “I can’t believe we made such a beautiful child.”

“Dongjun, this is your daddy.” You introduced the two of them.

“Daddy!” Dongjun squealed excitedly, jumping off your lap and running towards Xiaojun. Xiaojun hesitated for a second, still unsure whether he should accept Dongjun’s warm embrace. But after a brief hesitation, he leaned down to hug Dongjun with a big smile.

“Hi Dongjun. I’m your dad.” Xiaojun said softly.

“Dad! Dad! DAD!” Dongjun exclaimed loudly, unable to contain his excitement. He wrapped his tiny arms around Xiaojun’s neck, hugging him tightly.

"Oohh." Xiaojun gasped, surprised by Dongjun’s reaction. His body went rigid and he clutched onto Dongjun even tighter.

"Is everything alright?" You wondered, noticing the tension in the air.

"Uh… Yeah, it's fine." Xiaojun laughed. "Just caught me off guard, that's all. He’s just so energetic."

You nodded, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Xiaojun. You’ll get used to it.”

“I love him already.” Xiaojun breathed out. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

You smiled widely. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Xiaojun being so affectionate with Dongjun. This must have meant so much to him.

"We're both so happy that you're here, daddy!" Dongjun exclaimed, planting kisses on Xiaojun's cheeks.

"Thank you for welcoming me, Dongjun." Xiaojun replied gently.

Dongjun giggled and wrapped his arms around Xiaojun's neck once again. Xiaojun laughed at Dongjun's enthusiasm. You grinned and looked at each other, sharing a small laugh.

“This is going to work out really well.”

It had been a few months since Xiaojun had moved into your apartment. Your brother Jisung had moved out and said that he and his friend, Chenle, found an apartment to share. You knew that Jisung didn't want to get involved in the love fest between you and Xiaojun.

Yours and Xiaojun’s relationship slowly began to blossom and develop into something more. It started with a few sweet kisses here and there. Soon enough, they became an everyday occurrence. At first, you were nervous and embarrassed. You wanted to wait until Dongjun grew older before letting him catch you kissing his father. However, you soon realized that letting Xiaojun seduce you was the most exciting thing you had experienced in a long time. And not only that, but seeing Dongjun's excitement while witnessing these intimate moments between you and Xiaojun, well…

It was adorable.

At some point, you started falling for Xiaojun. Hard. Your heart raced every time you saw him and every kiss sent shivers through your entire body. Soon enough, the longing to be with him outweighed everything else in your life. You knew that Dongjun loved Xiaojun as well, which helped ease your worries.

One night, the three of you were watching a movie when Dongjun asked you and Xiaojun a question.

“Mommy, Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

You looked over at Dongjun and he was eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Sure, honey. What is it?” You asked.

“Where do babies come from?” He inquired.

You and Xiaojun looked at each other, smiling awkwardly. After a few seconds of silence, you decided to take control of the situation.

“Honey, babies are actually made when mommies and daddies love each other very much.” You told him.

“Ohhh…” Dongjun stared at you and Xiaojun intently. “Then does mommy and daddy love each other very much?”

Xiaojun turned to look at you with a wide grin on his face. “Why yes, my little prince. We do.”

Dongjun beamed at the sight of Xiaojun's prideful expression. Then he looked at you and smiled.

“Does that mean I can have a baby brother or sister?” He asked, nodding vigorously.

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks again, smiling at each other silently. Finally, you pulled Dongjun into a tight hug.

“Of course, honey. One day, I hope that you'll have lots of siblings.” You whispered softly.

“Mmm. I'd like that.” Dongjun murmured, snuggling closer to you. "I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy."

You squeezed him tightly. “I love you, sweetie. So much.”

Dongjun eventually fell asleep in your arms. You glanced over at Xiaojun who was sitting next to you on the couch, playing with Dongjun's hair idly.

“Xiaojun?” You called out softly.

“Hmm?” He responded, continuing to play with Dongjun's hair.

“I've always wanted to tell you this.” You admitted, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I love you.”

His eyes widened at the sudden confession. A few seconds passed before he spoke.

“I love you too.” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

Your heart fluttered at the sensation of his warm lips on yours. You felt yourself become flush as you pressed against him.

The moment was broken when Dongjun yawned, causing you to let go of Xiaojun's hands. You watched as he gathered his sleeping son into his arms. The two of them quietly made their way upstairs, leaving you alone downstairs.

Your cheeks were flushed red and your mind was filled with images of Xiaojun making passionate love to you on the sofa. Even though it was completely innocent, you found yourself feeling extremely aroused. You wondered if Xiaojun was feeling the same way.

After tucking in Dongjun, Xiaojun returned to the living room. He sat down beside you and looked at you lovingly. “I love you, Y/N. I want no one but you.”

“Who would have imagine one drunken night would lead to us being together again.” You sighed.

“That night changed everything for us.” Xiaojun agreed. “Our lives haven't been the same ever since.”

“I know.” You sighed, leaning against Xiaojun's chest. “If it weren't for that night, I wouldn't have had Dongjun or met you again.”

Xiaojun nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “Neither of us could have predicted how fate would bring us back together. And I am so grateful that it did.”

Your hands caressed his cheek. “I don't regret a single second we spent apart. I think our time apart made us realize how much we needed each other. Without you, Dongjun would never have existed.”

Xiaojun cupped your face in his hands and leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.

“Let's enjoy every minute we have together, okay?” He suggested.

You melted into his touch. Every kiss, every touch felt so right. For the first time in your life, you truly felt like everything was coming together perfectly.

"Yes, Xiaojun." You agreed, nipping his bottom lip playfully. "Should we give our little one a sibling?“

He grinned. “Definitely.”

“Have fun and don’t come back pregnant!” Renjun called out, Johnny laughing next to him.

“Dongjun, be good for the uncles!” Xiaojun called out, Dongjun excitedly chasing Mark.

“Yay! Sleepover with Uncles Renjun, Mark and Johnny!!” Dongjun shouted happily, throwing his arms in the air.

Renjun grabbed hold of him, swinging him around in a circle. “Yeah! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

You and Xiaojun exchanged hugs with Dongjun before getting into the car and driving back home. Both you and Xiaojun thought it would be good idea to have the guys take your son for the weekend so that you both can spend some time together alone.

Xiaojun held your hand as he was driving. His thumb gently stroked your fingers, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your mind drifted to thoughts of what would happen later tonight.

The only time you had sex with Xiaojun was that one drunken night all those years ago. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you’ve slept in the same bed but you’ve never touched each other intimately. You didn’t want Dongjun to catch the two of you if you were being sexual in any way shape or form.

But tonight was different.

Tonight you planned to surrender yourself to Xiaojun completely. This time you wanted to remember everything that happened and now that you’re together, it would be easy for you to recall all of the feelings and sensations.

As soon as you walked into your apartment, Xiaojun pulled you close and kissed you passionately. You groaned at the taste of his mouth on yours. His strong arms enveloped your waist, holding you firmly against his body. You slid your hands up his muscular arms and ran them through his hair. You savored the sensation of his scalp under your fingertips. His dark locks glistened with drops of sweat as he released his lips from yours and looked deep into your eyes.

“Do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Always.” You breathed, closing the gap between your lips once again.

Xiaojun growled deeply as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. He moaned as your tongue met his and instinctively he slipped his hand under your shirt. You gasped as he traced the edge of your bra, your nipples hardening instantly.

"I need you. Right now." He breathed heavily.

Your breathing matched his pace. You peeled off your shirt and unhooked your bra, allowing it to slide off your shoulders and drop to the floor. Xiaojun smiled widely as he looked down at your naked breasts.

"God, I forgot how great they looked." He remarked, licking his lips hungrily.

He reached down and took your hands, pulling you closer to him. You stood before him, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Suddenly, his mouth was on your left breast, sucking strongly on the nipple. Your hands immediately clutched his head, encouraging him to continue. You couldn’t help but moan loudly.

"You know..." He murmured between licks and kisses. "I've always wanted a repeat of that night. To feel your naked skin against mine... to kiss your body... to feel you come for me."

"Me too..." You gasped. "At least this time we're sober."

He laughed as he brought his lips back to your right breast, sucking and nibbling lightly. Your hands continued to run through his hair. You closed your eyes as his warm breath tickled your skin. When his hand finally reached your shorts, you grabbed his hand only to help him pull your pants off. Xiaojun slid his fingers underneath your panties and into your wet folds. You trembled as he played with your clit.

"God, you're so fucking wet." He muttered, chuckling. "And so ready for me."

He pulled away momentarily, to pull his shirt off. He slipped his fingers inside of you as you undid his belt buckle and zipper. Soon enough, his cock was freed from his pants and you wrapped it with your hand. As soon as you started stroking him, his hips bucked upwards.

"Fuck!" He grunted, removing his fingers from you and sliding your underwear down your legs and throwing them to the side.

His eyes met yours as he bent his head down and captured your mouth in a kiss. You moaned as his tongue found its way inside your mouth. You were still stroking his length as he pushed you towards the sofa.

You sat down, running your hand over his muscular chest. You looked at him with lust filled eyes. "Xiaojun..."

"Yeah baby?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Can I... suck you off?" You requested, leaning forwards.

"Oh god." He breathed. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head.

"Y/N..." He groaned as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

You hummed as you sucked, using your tongue to flick it quickly across the tip of his shaft. Xiaojun slowly stroked your hair as he watched you work his cock with your mouth. His own eyes were half-closed as he basked in the pleasure.

You took more of him into your mouth, moving your head up and down slowly. You could hear him moaning in pleasure as you moved your mouth faster and faster. He gripped the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place. You could feel his member throbbing as you took him deeper and deeper.

You began to increase your speed, taking more of him into your mouth at a rapid pace. Xiaojun grunted as he reached his limit, jerking his hips violently. You kept going until he was completely spent, spurting his hot cum onto your tongue.

You swallowed his seed greedily, wanting to taste every last drop of it. After cleaning his cock with your tongue, you withdrew your lips from his member and rested your head on his thigh. You turned your head to look at him, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Good job, baby." He praised, running his hands through your hair. "You're amazing. But I'm not done yet."

He kneeled in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaned in to kiss you passionately. Your tongues tangled in a heated embrace as you moaned into each other’s mouths. Xiaojun began to stroke your inner thighs, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Xiaojun...please...inside me..." You whimpered, unable to hide your desire.

"Not yet." He whispered huskily. "You've been so good for me already. I don't want to stop just yet."

Xiaojun knelt in front of you, kneeling on the floor. He pulled your legs apart, admiring the view. Your pussy was swollen and wet, calling out to him. He bent down and kissed your inner thigh softly, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered uncontrollably. Xiaojun raised his eyes to meet yours.

"Open your legs wider." He commanded, gently pushing your knees further apart.

"Mmm..." You moaned. "Yes, Xiaojun..."

You were lost in ecstasy as he placed soft kisses on your inner thighs, one by one. You could feel his fingers spreading your moist lips apart, exposing your swollen pink flesh to his gaze. He lowered his head to lick your slit delicately. You could feel your juices beginning to drip down your thighs. Xiaojun lifted his head to stare at your flushed cheeks, grinning widely.

"Your body is perfect." He remarked, tracing the outline of your lips with his index finger.

With one swift motion, he plunged his finger inside of you, making you cry out. He moved his hand slowly, circling your g-spot while also stimulating your clitoris with his thumb. The combination of pleasure overwhelmed you and soon you were clawing at the sofa cushion in an attempt to grab onto something.

"Xiaojun, please...oh my god!" You cried, unable to contain yourself.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked softly, trailing his tongue along your inner thigh.

You nodded vigorously, unable to find words.

"Say it, baby." He urged.

"Please... fuck me." You begged, panting heavily.

Xiaojun got up off the ground and looked at you. You had the cutest blush on your face as you gazed up at him. He cupped your cheek, smiling brightly at you. "Come here."

He walked towards the bedroom, dragging you behind him. Once he got there, he sat on the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him.

"Y/N, I love you." He said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "No matter what happens, no matter where we go, no matter what our life has become... I will always love you. Please believe that."

He looked deep into your eyes, watching as tears began to stream down your face. "I love you too." You choked, tears falling freely.

His eyes softened and he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. "Let's get married. Let's give Dongjun brothers and sisters to play with."

You closed the gap between you and planted a tender kiss on his lips. You felt his erection growing beneath you and slowly maneuvered yourself to sit atop him. His fingers wrapped around your waist as you settled yourself comfortably on top of him. Xiaojun caressed your face with his hands.

"I can't wait to make you my wife." He whispered, looking into your eyes.

He slid one of his hands down to grip your ass, lifting you slightly. You sighed as he pressed himself against you. The tip of his cock nudged against your opening, getting you excited once again. Xiaojun groaned, pressing forward slightly. You threw your head back and forth as you felt his member slip inside of you. Xiaojun leaned down and pulled your lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently on it. You moaned as you felt the fullness inside of you.

"God... Xiaojun, that feels so good." You panted.

He lowered you down and continued to thrust upwards, hitting that sweet spot every single time. His hands held tightly onto your butt as he pulled you harder and harder onto him. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

"Oh shit... Y/N... baby, I'm gonna-" He started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"Xiaojun...not yet..." You mumbled against his lips. "I don't want it to end just yet."

Xiaojun chuckled softly and kissed you deeply. You ran your hands through his hair as you pressed against him. He continued to thrust rhythmically into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly and you moaned loudly.

"Cum for me, baby." Xiaojun ordered.

You dug your nails into his back as he picked up his pace. Xiaojun knew exactly when to slow down or intensify his movements. Every time he touched you in the most intimate of places, it sent chills all throughout your body. Your hands clenched the sheets beneath you, nails scratching against the material. You bit your lip hard as Xiaojun fucked you harder than ever before.

"Baby, I'm gonna..." Xiaojun warned. "Fucking... shoot my load inside of you."

"Fuck, Xiaojun...please!" You cried, grasping at his back. "Cum in me!"

"Ahhh fuck... Y/N!" Xiaojun cried out, losing control. He pulled your hips back to meet his strokes, burying his entire shaft inside of you. You screamed out in pure ecstasy as he filled you with his cum. His cock pulsated inside of you as he came, coating your insides with his warm fluids. Xiaojun fell limply onto the bed beside you, both of you panting heavily. You rolled over to face him, gasping for air. He grinned at you as you traced your fingertips along his jawline.

"That was incredible." You declared, giving him a passionate kiss.

Xiaojun pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your body. You snuggled close to him as you let out a content sigh.

"So what do you say?" Xiaojun whispered into your ear. "Would you like to be my wife?"

"Yes." You whispered back, giggling. "Of course. I want no one but you and Dongjun. Only us. Always."

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct smut #wayv #nct xiaojun #xiao dejun #xiaojun #way xiaojun #xiaojun smut

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slptkns · 1 year

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New Roommates

[Poly!Sleep Token x GN!Reader]

Summary: After your old roommate left, you were immediately greeted with four new ones, and the realization that your apartment is not big enough for five people.

A/N: Some suggestive themes at the end! Mostly just fluff.

Word Count: 1,270

A/N: Hi, it's me again, obsessing over some masked men. I saw @faithghoul (hope you don't mind the tag!) had some headcanons for like different powers the guys would have and I was struck with an idea of like mundane life mixed with those! I didn't go too in depth but i would love to if y'all are interested in my take on things!! Also, this is sorta a Part 2 of [this], but can read as a stand alone!

You groaned as you tried to make your way through your tiny flat. You just knew after your roommate moved out that you'd have enough room for yourself. You were mistaken. Horribly.

“Ves!” You yelled out once you finally reached the kitchen. “What the fuck? Don’t you guys have a place to stay?”

Vessel made his way towards you and you crossed your arms at him.

“You were practically begging for them the other night, and now you barely even want me here?”

You blink at him, before finally sighing and putting your hands up in defeat. “Look, you’re right. But, how the fuck am I supposed to watch TV?” You motioned towards the television, which was surrounded by II, III, and IV. “I mean, I love having you all here! But it’s-”

You’re cut off when III turns towards you and his eyes hit yours. He didn’t say anything, as usual. He didn’t have to speak, not aloud anyway. You look at Vessel and furrow your brows.

“He said if you want to watch TV they’ll move for you.” Vessel was grinning.

“But, what’s the condition?” You’re deadpan. Arms cross again. Vessel let out a loud laugh and II, III, and IV are all turned towards you now.

“Why does there have to be a condition?” Vessel cocks his head at you.

“What’s the condition?” You turn towards III. There is no answer. Not verbally. You, for a moment, were sure he wasn’t going to answer, period. Then you felt an intense brain fog. Your mind clouded, all outside noses were gone, until suddenly you heard his voice, “You have to sit in my lap.”

Your hand moved to your head immediately and you let out a soft groan as your eyes shut. A hand grabbed for you, Vessel’s. He steadied you and you looked back up at them. “I’m unsure I’ll ever get over that feeling…” You grumbled to yourself, “Okay. I need to sit in someone's lap after that.”

Vessel released you and you walked back into the living area. You grabbed up the remote for the TV and ushered the guys to the couch. You handed the remote to Vessel and settled yourself in III’s lap. His arms wrapped around you and his head rested on your shoulder.

“What do you want to watch?” Vessel questioned you.

“Whatever you can find,” You leaned back into III’s chest and closed your eyes, “My head hurts now, but I don’t mind sitting in here with you guys.”

III nuzzled into your neck and you heard him huff. And, for the first time in a while, he spoke to you out loud, “Sorry.”

His voice sounded strained and hoarse. It sent chills down your spine. You mumbled back an ‘it’s okay’ and nuzzled yourself back into him.

It wasn’t very hard for you to go to sleep once you got settled in. You knew there was some supernatural help with the resting, as Vessel had turned on some horror movie. No way you would have been able to go to sleep on your own to some loud screams.

You woke up the next morning in your own bed, cuddled up to a pillow and you sighed. Your eyes looked around the room and there were no signs of anyone else in there. You pouted and stood up. You walked towards your bedroom door and began to exit your room. As you were rubbing your eyes, and walking from the room, you bumped into something. Or someone rather.

A scream rips from your mouth and you jump back. Your deep sleep had you forgetting your apartment wasn’t really only yours anymore, you hadn’t expected to bump into someone while leaving your room.

Once your eyes opened all the way and you saw it was only II, you sighed. His hands were up, his eyes were wide, and he looked at you in confusion. You grabbed your chest and sighed out. “I thought you were- I’m so sorry-”

II shakes his head at you, hinting that there was no need to apologize. You nodded back at him and noticed something was in his hand. You cocked your head and motioned towards his closed fist.

“What’s that?” You had an idea it was for you, as II loved bringing you things that reminded him of you. At least that’s what Vessel had told you.

He lit up when you asked about it and was quick to show you what was in his hand. His arm outstretched towards you and his fist faced upwards. He opened his fist to reveal a gold chain, a bracelet by the looks of it.

“II!” You gently grabbed the bracelet from his palm and you could see him light up even more. “I love it!”

You pulled him into a quick hug and placed a kiss on his mask, before pulling away and asking for help to put it on.

“You don’t want to know where it came from?” A voice came from your kitchen.

II, helping you put the bracelet on, did not seem phased by the question. You, however, very much did care that the question was asked. You looked over towards Vessel as he exited your kitchen, your cat in tow.

“One,” You put up your finger, “Why is he letting you hold him? And two,” You put up another finger, “I’ve learned to not ask. It’s better that way.”

Vessel’s head rolled back and he let out a soft laugh, “I see. You’re learning… And your cat loves us. I’m unsure how he acts when he’s around you,” -since he was never around you when they were around- “but he does seem very fond of us.”

You turned your nose up to him, “My cat loves me just as much as he loves you!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“That would be you,” you gave him zero expression. You could see II tense as you and Vessel begin to bicker and you froze. “Sorry, I’m not mad!” You reassure II, “Just- Just messing around.”

“He said don’t do that.” It’s Vessel’s turn to give you zero expression.

You looked over at II and he shook his head. You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend and nodded. “Okay, sure, if II said that I would never mess around ever again.” You rolled your eyes at Vessel.

He tensed immediately at the defiance, “But not if I said it?”

“II is so lovely, Ves, and I feel like-”

“And we aren’t?” He was quick to come to his and the other’s defense.

You couldn’t help but smile, “Ves, I’m just messing around! Of course you’re all lovely. But you don’t bring me presents like II does.”

“Oh, it’s the presents.”

You couldn’t see it, but you knew II was smiling under his mask. You gently nudge II with your elbow. “Yeah, we have a special bond, he gets me.”

“He doesn’t eat-”

“Okay!” You let out a loud yelp, “That’s enough of that! I’m done messing around! Don’t you, like, have… business you need to tend to or something?”

“I think we all have business that needs tending to.” He took a step forward, a shit eating grin on his face. Your eyes widened as you saw III and IV stood up from the couch and II was bright eyed beside you.

“I said I was done messing around!” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “I just woke up, damn!”

You weren’t sure what was being said between the four of them, but you were sure you were about to find out.

#sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token vessel #vessel #vessel iii #vessel iv #vessel ii #vessel x reader

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eywamygoddesswrites · 1 year

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— 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓭 — (multiple x fem!reader) | 2

pairing: avatar women x fem!human!reader

tags: just the lovely women taking care of the reader during her period, can be seen as platonic/romantic (except tuk because it's strictly platonic)

warnings: nooooone

a/n: kiri, tuk, and tsireya are aged up! this is for the women characters since i don't want it to be too long. for the avatar men version, click here. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

word count: 1.1k

neytiri

learned human anatomy from grace when the school was running

met you when you came in with jake sully

you were around her age. she was 19 and you were 20

being a scientist like grace, you had an avatar ready for you like how jake used his twin’s avatar

when you’re out of your avatar, you tend to forget that you still get your period

like jake (when he’s an avatar), she can smell whenever your period is near

she’d ask grace what you like during your period and does her best to make you feel as comfortable as you can

she’d do anything to make you smile

she’d take the pain away if she can but she can’t so the next best thing she does is make you feel comfortable as much as she can

whether you like it or not, she will bring you food and uses that oxygen mask just so she can stay with you (even if she hates the lab and other sky people)

many many woven clothes for you to wear both for your avatar and your little human self

rests her head on your abdomen and litters kisses on them from time to time

calls you sweet nicknames in na’vi language

kiri

like her brothers, she knows about human anatomy because of their dad and because you’re her friend

she thinks periods are stupid and why should you women on earth get them

you explained that it’s related to getting pregnant

boooooo na’vi women don’t have to bleed just cause they didn’t get pregnant

I KNOW I’M JEALOUS OF YOU ALL

would laugh at your misery (not in a mean way but it’s just to lighten your mood) but she’d help you as best as she can

being a tsahik-in-training, she brings you soothing creams and gives you these small homemade medicines to lessen the pain

BEST MASSAGES I SWEAR

weaves you blankets to keep you warm because you always feel a lot colder when you have your period

would feel bad when the pain is too unbearable to the point of you sometimes crying

ears flat on her head as she held you in her arms as you cried your pain out

she would rock you to sleep as best as she can

even if you complain that you’re not a baby and why was she treating you like one

she shushes you and tells you to go to sleep

tuk (platonic)

when you first got your period, she was SUPER confused as to why you were bleeding

like her brothers, she was confused as to why you were suddenly bleeding one day

cries for her mom and dad that y/n was dying and bleeding

jake laughed and explained to his youngest that human girls like you get their periods and it’s a normal thing

HOW CAN BLEEDING BE A NORMAL THING

jake then gives his youngest a small lecture on human anatomy and tuk was like

ooooohhhhh that’s kinda stupid

she’s really kiri’s sister. she spends too much time with her older sister that she’s becoming a mini kiri

anywhos

she would ask any of her older siblings to come to help her get food for you

like fish or meat, she asks for neteyam to help her

but for fruits, she gets them herself

makes little bracelets and teaches you how to make some

cries when you cry

the babies cry

she sleeps beside you as much as she can before neytiri picks her up and jake fixes your position in bed before leaving you a kiss on the forehead and they leave the lab

tuk would come running back when she woke up back home

no one is taking her away from her best friend ESPECIALLY when her friend needs her

ronal

she didn’t give two shits when you got your period one day

why should she? you were the same species as those who were hurting pandora

but seeing you uncomfortable throughout the day and seeing you physically try to lessen the pain, maybe a little help won’t hurt

she would leave some soothing paste by the entrance of your pod (you’re wearing an oxygen mask) and leave as quickly as she visited

would watch you from afar and have her kids be the ones giving you the things she made for you

since she was still not that fond of humans, she doesn’t give any physical affection

but maybe, if you prove to her that she’s wrong with her assumptions

then maybe, just maybe, she can be a bit physically affectionate toward you

tsireya

the sweetest girl out there fr fr

when she learned that you humans get periods, she immediately tries to find ways to ‘stop them’

but when you explained that it can only stop when women get either pregnant or become old, she was bummed

like c’mon, there must be another way for it to stop

she doesn’t want you getting hurt but you explained that it’s the side effects of it and you can’t really stop it

but that doesn’t stop her from doing her best to help y/n out as best as she can

the best medicine and soothing cream only for y/n to use

weaving warm blankets for y/n since being near the ocean makes it really really cold at night

gives the best best bEST hugs fr fr

need her to be with you the whole day? she will stay with you for as long as you want her to be

she won’t leave you unless she has something to do

grace augustine

going with grace to pandora was the best decision you did

although everything was new, you didn’t mind the new surroundings so long as grace and you were together

since arriving in pandora, your period became irregular because of stress from the travel and just in general getting used to everything

grace was there all throughout as you were to her

but soon enough, everything became normal again and you two sync up with it

when you feel that your period is getting close, you tell grace and you two stock up on pads

she cooks for you and makes you your favorite drinks

you give her massages (she loves them so much)

when one becomes very emotional, the other lets them go take a rest the whole day

when you’re in your room the whole day, she brings you pandora samples like flowers or fruits and explains to you what they are

she brings you some fruits that are edible for humans to eat

cuddles at night are a must for the two of you. neither of you two goes to sleep without the other

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kivino · 9 months

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FANTASY AU WITH VALERIA!

Word Counter - ~900 words.

Summary – self-indulgent thoughts with Rogue!Valeria in a fantasy setting!

Tags/Warnings – very much Dragon Age coded, reader is a mage/healer, mentions of blood and injury, this is very corny™, gn!reader.

A/n – wrote it almost in one go, very sorry if someone already did something like this! I originally planned for my first writing post to be Graves fanfiction that I’m working on right now, but I just couldn’t contain myself, lololol

Rogue!Valeria who stumbles into your clinic one moonlit night while running away from the city guard, hands clawing at her side, blood seeping through the delicate fabric of her shirt and vest, slipping in and out of consciousness, as she tries to hold onto the cold walls that smelled of medicine and herbs.

Rogue!Valeria who made so much noise and racket downstairs that it woke you up better than any of your assistants could. You fly out of your bed, covers and colorful duvets trailing behind you in a stream of fabric, long forgotten on the floor of your bedroom as you run down the stairs, in fear that somebody broke into your clinic, no patients of yours were staying overnight today. Any words that could’ve been said evaporate as you see a woman, bleeding out on the floor, back propped up against the counter, and…are those daggers she is carrying?

Rogue!Valeria who wakes up the next morning in someone else’s bed, her wound freshly bandaged, hot breakfast already prepared for her. And at that moment she thinks she must’ve died and gone to the Fade. Where else would she see a spirit as beautiful as you?

Rogue!Valeria who tried her best to leave this quiet haven, full of smells, colors, and so many things unknown to her (she’s no mage after all), but she just can’t, throbbing pain in her abdomen stopping her the moment she even tries to stand up among the quiet murmurs of your patients and their relatives. You throw her a stern look, and she is immediately pinned to the soft sheets like her body is not her own.

Rogue!Valeria who finally has a chance to talk to you once it’s time to change the bandages on her wound. You sit near her, your voice quiet, asking “May I?”, as you delicately remove the covers. Valeria asks if you can speed up the recovery, seeing what a miracle worker you were, treating the patients all day with the help of not only healing salves, herbs, and potions but also magic. And you decide to grant her request, hands gliding along the surface of her skin, Valeria’s stab wound slowly closing and a delicate, light scar forming. She doesn’t know how much that takes out of you until your assistant helps you walk back to your room to get much-needed rest. Her eyes lingered on your fatigued figure as her fingers keep poking and prodding at the thin skin of her new scar, feeling something warm spark inside her.

Rogue!Valeria whose gang starts protecting you. Thieves know better than to try picking any of the locks on your doors, signs carved on the worn wood by her informing them that this place is off-limits.

Rogue!Valeria who sneaks through your backdoor, knowing you always forget to lock it, seeing you sleeping on another book, laid out under your arms. She wraps you in a soft blanket, pressing her finger against her lips when she sees awake patients or assistants eyeing you two.

Rogue!Valeria who leaves the flowers she picked from the gardens of her rich targets on your windowsill, petals ruffled and worn, former beauty still recognizable. Instead of putting those flowers in the water you dry and preserve every single one of them, with time gathering small bouquets that greet you each morning around your clinic. When she visits “officially”, she asks about them and you just say that you have no idea who leaves the flowers, mischief tugging at the corners of your eyes. Valeria only grins in response. “Is that so? You must have a lot of suitors then.”

Rogue!Valeria who always leaves some of her things behind just to have an excuse to visit you again, to see you at work, to hear your laughter, and to feel your hand shake her own in a warm greeting. Each time she gets bolder, and instead of a small satchel or a dagger, you start finding her jewelry and accessories. When did she have the chance to take them off anyway?

Rogue!Valeria who drags you to the market during fairs, insisting that you need to have some fun once in a while, as she leads you between a variety of stalls, her heart squeezing harshly against her ribs each time your fingers tighten around her hand.

Rogue!Valeria who ends up hiding with you in a narrow alleyway, hiding from the city guard that patrolled the festival grounds. She looks you in the eyes, trying to make sure you’re okay, and shoots you a sly wink, caging you between her body and the wall. She feels her breathing get quicker with each second spent like this, but you two are soon taken out of it when small sparks of fire shoot out of your fingers. Too agitated to control your magic, you get flustered, not sure why you were getting nervous in the first place. But when you hear Valeria let out a hearty laugh from your sudden supernatural outburst, everything starts to make sense.

Rogue!Valeria who never mutters a single word about her quickly developing feelings. It would complicate things. It would spoil your friendship. It would tie her down, it would cause her to become slow and eventually sink, taking you with her. Yet she couldn’t let you go. Not when her heart ached with such sweet foretaste each time she saw you running to her with your arms open. Not when her thoughts inevitably drifted to you each time she was preparing to raid another lazy lord’s manor. Not when her days already started to center around visits to your small clinic, during which you constantly looked at her with that contagious light in your eyes.

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lexosaurus · 5 months

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The Fog Around Us: Chapter 2

My 2nd fic for the Ecto Implosion (artists go first, writers go second)

Check out the fic art if you haven't already! Done by @nightwanderers12081

read on: [ao3]

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Characters: Danny Fenton, Valerie Gray Tags: Amnesiac Danny Fenton, Enemies to Friends Chapter WC: 3933 Summary: Two weeks had passed since Danny Fenton went missing. Two weeks had passed since Phantom had disappeared as well. It couldn't be coincidence.

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“So, hang on. Let’s start at the beginning.” Valerie made to pinch her nose, but her freaking faceplate was in the way. She sighed and retracted her helmet, watching Phantom peer at her in curiosity but not recognition. “So, how long did you say you’ve been a ghost for?”

“Um, I don’t know?” Phantom stood, brushing his hands against his thighs. “Well, I only remember the past few weeks, I think.”

“Right, that’s what I mean. According to you, you’ve only been a ghost for the past few weeks. And where exactly were you in that time?”

“It’s like I said before. I’ve only been in the Infinite Realms.”

But, how? How could Phantom just forget everything? Had he run into a ghost with those kinds of powers? Did such a being even exist?

“What’s the first thing you remember?”

He turned his head up at the sky. At first, he didn’t speak, apparently too busy studying the thousands of lights sparkling in the sky. It was a look Valerie recognized, and then her heart panged all over again because shit, her one lead had forgotten everything.

“We don’t have stars like this in the Infinite Realms,” he mused. He shook his head, seemingly coming back to reality. “Sorry. But, honestly, I just woke up in the Realms. I was in my suit, and there were a few islands around me, but nothing else weird. I felt like there was something…I don’t know, something I was trying to do, you know? My heart was racing a little bit, like—like adrenaline. But then, I don’t know. I looked around, and there was nothing there.”

An odd sort of desperation crept onto his face as if he were almost begging Valerie for an answer. As if that first memory, that first feeling in his body haunted him even if he tried to brush it off.

But Valerie was too hung up on one specific word. His heart. He’d mentioned having a heart. But…ghosts don’t have hearts.

Valerie supposed it could be possible that new ghosts would forget that they don’t have hearts and maybe their minds would convince them they did. Or, perhaps Phantom had spent so much time with humans over the past year that his body was beginning to give him “human” powers, such as a beating “heart.”

But she had to keep the conversation flowing. It was the only way to figure this mess out. “What did you do next?”

“Well, I don’t really know. I couldn’t figure it out, but I felt like I was supposed to be somewhere. So I just started flying.”

More than likely, he was either supposed to go wherever Danny was being held, or his amnesia was actually a total coincidence and he was just trying to find his…wherever he lived. Amity, probably.

“You floated around aimlessly the entire time?” Valerie asked with a touch of disbelief.

Phantom grimaced. “Sort of. I was trying to follow instinct, but I didn’t know what I was looking for.”

“Did you ask the other ghosts? The ones you saw? Did they say anything that sounded weird to you?”

“I don’t know. Everything sounded weird to me. I didn’t—I don’t—” He gripped the back of his head with tight fingers, and the metal bracelet glinted under the moonlight. “Listen, I don’t know who that—what was his name?”

“Danny. Danny Fenton,” Valerie said, maybe a bit icily.

“Yeah, him.” He paused, and just before Valerie could maybe be convinced that Phantom might have remembered something, he shook his head, saying, “I’m sorry, but I really have no idea who he is. I think I might recognize that name, but I don’t know where it’s from. Maybe I knew him when I was alive?”

Valerie stared at him, cataloging his every twitch, every pinch of his brow, every little potential clue to tell her that Phantom was lying, that he knew where Danny was.

But there was nothing there. Nothing. Just a lost ghost with locked memories.

“Shit,” she whispered, ducking her head to cover her face with her hand. She’d been so close, so freaking close to figuring out what happened to her friend, and now it was all gone. It had all slipped through her fingers faster than water pouring down an open drain. And now she was back at the start. No leads, no clues, no idea what happened to her friend.

No, it was worse than that, she realized. At least before, she had some idea that Phantom had to be involved. But now, even if he was involved, he had absolutely nothing to show for it.

“I thought I had it. I really thought that I had it,” Valerie muttered.

“Had what?” Phantom asked.

She didn’t want to tell him, but suddenly, she couldn’t hold back. She turned to him, frustration and sorrow spilling out of her at once. “You disappeared at the same time my friend Danny did, and everyone was saying ghosts were involved. I thought that you were the key to figuring out what happened. That either you took him, or you knew who did.”

He reached a glowing hand to her, and then thought better, retracting it to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he said, cradling his wrist close. “I really have no idea what happened to him. Believe me, if I knew, I would tell you.”

Valerie let out a bitter laugh. She couldn’t help it. “No, you wouldn’t.”

“I would!” he insisted, his eyes glowing alight. “I would tell you! If he’s missing, then I would help you get him home.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Just trust me.”

But Phantom leaned closer. “I know I don’t remember much—or anything, actually—but I know myself, and I would help you. I wouldn’t let your friend get hurt.”

Whatever little bit of patience Valerie had left in her system drained instantly. She turned on him, eyes blazing. “You wouldn’t. I know you better than you know yourself right now, Phantom! And I hate to break it to you, but the Phantom I knew was a selfish, life-ruining asshole who was more than happy to step on other people if it made himself look better!”

Phantom looked stricken. “What are you talking about?”

Valerie wiped the corners of her eyes and the tops of her cheeks because damnit, she wasn’t crying in front of this stupid ghost right now.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you in the past—”

“When,” Valerie amended.

The tips of his pointed ears lowered slightly. “What?”

Hurt thudded against her stomach and throat as she tried to ready herself for the inevitable. She’d always envisioned the moment when she finally got to give Phantom a piece of her mind and tell him exactly every which way he’d hurt her and her father. She’d rehearsed it, practicing it over and over in the shower, while doing her makeup, in the daydreams of her mind just before she slipped into sleep like some sort of psychotic lullaby. For months, she’d waited for this day.

And now it was finally here, but it didn’t mean anything because the Phantom standing before her, the one she had been prepared to tear a new one, wouldn’t understand.

Her speech was useless now. And with that realization, all the anger dissipated from her muscles, and she felt her shoulders sag with the weight of gravity, months of stress, and the overwhelming burden of loneliness.

Then, even though there was a dangerous, amnesiac ghost that possibly was connected to Danny’s disappearance at her side, she slid down till she was seated on the roof with her legs splayed out before her.

“I’m tired, Phantom.” She was tired of being angry, of constantly being strong, of being so goddamn alone. “Just…tired of this shit.”

He shifted awkwardly beside her, probably unsure if this was his cue to leave or sit down and join her. “I’m sorry.”

Valerie made that decision for him, patting the seat next to her. “Come on.”

He hesitated, and Valerie could feel the tension radiating off him, but eventually, Phantom sat beside her. Though, he didn’t look at her, instead choosing to look out at the night sky.

“So…Amity Park didn’t used to have ghosts,” Valerie started. She wasn’t sure how far back she should go, but then again, it wasn’t like Phantom had anywhere to be tonight.

He was a ghost, after all.

“Most people didn’t even know they existed, I don’t think. I guess there weren’t a lot of portals between our worlds before. Then about a year ago, something changed, and ghosts started appearing.”

“And I was there too?” he asked.

“Yeah, you were. You were one of the first ghosts to appear, actually. Not the first, but one of them.”

“Um, what did I do? When I would appear?”

“The same thing the other ghosts did. Terrorize the city and fight each other. Then, after someone would win, you’d both disappear and leave all the damage behind.”

He blinked, and Valerie could see the hurt melt onto his face. “Really?”

“Yup,” she answered. “And then, one day, you brought a dog along with you. One that could grow to the size of a truck. You set him loose in this tech company that had started making anti-ghost technology, Axiom Labs, and the dog absolutely tore that place to shreds. My dad worked there as the head of security and lost his job because of that.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. And since Axiom held my dad personally responsible, he got ruined. We lost our house, our furniture, everything. We moved to Elmerton in some crappy apartment. It fucking sucked, and I was pissed. So when I got an offer from a benefactor to start hunting ghosts, I said yes. And that’s how I ended up in this suit fighting you all the time.”

“We were enemies, then. Not allies,” Phantom said, his voice strangely shaky.

Valerie squinted at him. Had he not just heard her entire speech? Why the hell would she be allies with him after that?

Also, why would he be upset by this information? “Since when do ghosts care about that sort of thing?” she accidentally slipped out.

“I don’t know. But I…this is going to sound strange.” He put a hand to his chest, where Valerie suspected his core was. “I feel like I’ve always cared about that.”

“You haven’t,” she rebuked.

“No, I…” His voice drifted like white dandelions swept away by a passing breeze before he seemed to grab hold of himself once again. “Listen, I don’t remember what happened before, but I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t mean anything when I say this now, but that was a horrible thing that I did to you, and I’m sorry. I don’t know you, but no one deserves that.”

It stung her throat to hear him finally say that—not that she ever imagined him apologizing to her. No, in her fantasies, she gave her impressive speech and then punched him square in the face. No apologies, no remorse.

But that was fantasy, and this was reality. And even if it wasn’t the lullaby that sang Valerie to sleep, it was strangely comforting in a way.

“Thanks,” she whispered. “Even if I don’t forgive you.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

Now it was Valerie’s turn to feel out of her depth. Where was this weird maturity coming from in Phantom? Had it always dwelled dormant under his skin, something he suppressed in favor of that cocky bravado hero bullshit? Or was it new, brought on by this sudden clean slate?

She glimpsed the metal bracelet wrapped around his wrist, and that wave of confusion began wrapping its tendrils in her mind again.

“And I know you might not believe this,” he said, snapping her out of her thoughts, “but even though I don’t remember any of that happening, I…it’s weird. I feel it, if that makes sense. I don’t remember it, but some things sound familiar. Like…like they’re on the tip of my tongue.”

She nodded. That made sense, of course. The mind could be erased, but muscle memory was difficult to trick.

“And I feel like something was wrong. Like something was missing with all that, everything you said. Because I don’t think that I was acting in some sort of psychopathic, sadistic intent, you know? Like, I don’t know, something is missing. I know it.”

She sighed, drawing in a heavy breath like it was the greatest burden to her body. “Phantom, I told you—”

“I know. I know, I know, and I’m sorry.” He clutched the logo on his chest. “Maybe being back here has brought something back, but I don’t think—no, I know I was never trying to hurt you or any other human in this place. I know it.” Turning his attention back to the sky, he added, “Just like how I know that I loved stargazing and that I—I—I had human friends. And a family.”

His wide eyes locked onto hers, and Valerie felt her breath stop in her throat.

Alarm bells rang in her mind so powerful, so deafening that Valerie couldn’t hear anything else. Not the spattering of cars below her, nor the music playing from some apartment across the street, nothing else except the ringing “what the FUCK” from her brain.

“I had a human family. And friends. I did!” He jumped up, then seemed to regret it as he bent over, clutching his skull. “I don’t remember them. But I had them.”

“Alive?” Valerie finally choked out.

“What?”

“They were alive?” she repeated.

“Yes, yes! They were! All of them!”

Phantom had never even mentioned having a family before. Valerie always assumed that all ghosts forgot everything about their human lives once they died.

But he remembered, and he didn’t tell anyone, apparently. She’d never heard even a whisper of Phantom’s reason for hanging around Amity. And Valerie had asked before. Many times.

She wondered if his family even knew their son was Phantom or if he kept it a secret from them too.

But why? Why go to such lengths to keep his family a secret?

Was it some sort of taboo for a ghost to go back to their family once they died? But if that were true, why was Phantom telling her this now?

He looked back over at her, and Valerie could see the stars shining in his corneas. “They were alive. That’s why I was here! It’s why I didn’t go to the Realms with the other ghosts! I was…I was protecting them.”

And then the oxygen was sucked out of the air again.

What the fuck.

Did Phantom just tell her his purpose? The entire reason why his soul never moved on?

But he didn’t look anywhere near as afflicted as Valerie was. Instead, a sort of warmth was spreading across his face, and he beamed. Literally, his aura dazzled like a solar light removed from the shade.

“It’s why I was here,” he insisted, except it didn’t really sound like that, Valerie realized. No, he looked relieved.

“Phantom…?” she tried cautiously. “Do you know where your family is?”

His face fell, taking some of the shimmering aura with it. “No. I guess I don’t. But I did. You know, before this.” He froze, then looked at her lost again. “What’s your name again?”

“You call me Red.” Just because she was having a moment with Phantom here didn’t mean she was ready to tell him her name.

“Okay, Red,” he said, testing it out. “How do I get my memories back? I need to see if they’re alright. I feel like there was something wrong and I think they might be in danger. Please, I need to see them again.”

Valerie was no ghost psychologist, but she had some idea of what happened to a ghost who was barred from fulfilling their obsession. And dealing with a distressed, pissed-off Phantom wasn’t exactly on her to-do list tonight, tomorrow, or ever, she conceded. “I don’t know, but I’ll strike you a deal. I’ll help you figure out your amnesia, and in return, you’ll help me find Danny.”

He nodded too eagerly. “I’ll do it.”

She stood, then stuck out her hand. “I don’t know what ghosts do when they make deals, but humans shake on it.”

Now, he hesitated, his hand curled at his torso like one hint of physical contact with a human might break him. But whatever internal battle he seemed to be having, he got over, clasping his cold hand into hers and shaking. “Okay. It’s a deal.”

They broke apart, and his cold wash of aura left Valerie’s skin. She suppressed a shiver, unsure if she’d ever get used to the way ghosts felt when they got close to the living. And then, her attention could finally zero in on the one thing that had been bothering her all evening. “Now give me your other hand.”

“Huh?” He glanced down at the arm currently hanging limp at his side. “Why?”

“Because I wanna check something, that’s why.”

“Check what?” Phantom asked but gave her his arm anyway.

Valerie grasped his wrist where the bracelet was. It was smooth and shiny with not a scratch in sight.

Brand new, she noted. It could be a coincidence, or...

Of course, he could have put it on himself just before his memories disappeared. But even if she didn’t know Phantom well, he never struck her as the kind of guy who’d touch jewelry with a ten-foot pole.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she raised his wrist, checking around and then under the metal band for a single hint as to what this was for.

And yup, there it was.

Valerie shouldn’t have been so surprised. Well, actually, no. She wasn’t surprised. Because really, she should have expected it. That slimy, good-for-nothing, manipulative ghost would be involved.

Perfectly etched underneath Phantom’s silver bracelet was a VM logo, circled in what Valerie could only imagine was real gold paint.

There was only one man who could have done this, and that man was Vlad Masters Plasmius, the half-ghost half-human who had conned the entirety of Amity Park into following his leadership. Even the mere internal mention of his name had Valerie feeling revolted, and—oh, wow. Phantom must have really been telling the truth about his amnesia because when Valerie’s focus flickered up to his face, there wasn’t even a hint of indignation in his eyes.

And Valerie had seen Phantom try to play nice with Plasmius before. There was absolutely no way he could suddenly become an Oscar-nominated worthy actor out of nowhere with this logo in his view.

But just to confirm, she held up his wrist and asked, “This logo mean anything to you?”

“Should it?”

“Yeah. You’d be pissed if you were you right now.” She dropped his arm. “It’s Vlad Masters.”

Phantom’s blank expression didn’t change. “Who?”

“Vlad Masters. Or, I guess, Vlad Plasmius to you.” When recognition still didn’t spark in Phantom, Valerie continued, “Listen, Mr. Masters is…a long story. But basically, he’s not a good guy. He’s the mayor of this town, and I’m pretty sure he pulled some trick to get there. Because—well, I know this is going to sound crazy.” Valerie paused, scrunching her eyebrows.

How the hell was she supposed to explain this without sounding absolutely insane?

“What?” Phantom insisted, his voice teetering on whiny.

“Promise you won’t think I’m crazy first.”

He nodded in earnest. “I swear.”

“Okay.” Valerie blew out a long breath. “So basically, I’m a human, and you’re a ghost, right?”

Phantom seemed to be following along so far.

“So I’m on one end, and you’re on the other end of the alive-to-dead spectrum. But somehow, Mr. Masters is…in the middle? He’s a ghost, but he’s also a human. And know! I know, I know how insane that sounds. I know, trust me. I didn’t believe it either when I first found out that humans could also be ghosts. But somehow, that’s a thing. I don’t really get how it works. Maybe he died and came back to life?” Valerie was rambling now. “But somehow, that’s what he became. He’s a human, but he has all the psychological traits of a ghost.”

Phantom blinked. “What psychological traits do ghosts have that’s so bad?”

Valerie was taken aback. Of all the things she’d just said, that’s what he focused on?

“Well, you guys are all violent. And obsessive. But that’s beside the point!” Valerie waved her hands.

“What’s besides the point?”

Her mouth was agape now. “What?” she sputtered once she got ahold of herself. “Did you not hear anything I just said?”

“Yeah, and I don’t really get what’s so bad about ghosts,” Phantom said. “Sure, some ghosts may be bad people, but there are bad humans too. Most ghosts just want to be left alone, you know.”

Valerie genuinely couldn’t grasp the sheer audacity of Phantom’s philosophy right now. “Phantom, did you not hear anything I said about Mr. Masters? Being a half-man, half-ghost?”

Now it was Phantom’s turn to look at her like she was crazy. “I heard you.”

“And that’s not at all surprising to you?”

Phantom—that fucker—actually pondered for a moment before deciding, “No, I don’t think so.”

“I’m sorry, is the knowledge of half humans half ghosts just common knowledge to only ghosts or something? Because any other human would never believe me if I told them that.”

Phantom shrugged, then pressed a hand back up to his chest. “I don’t know, maybe? I definitely already knew about that, though. Actually, it seems like the one thing I know most of all. I don’t know, maybe I knew Vlad was a halfa before this.”

“You did,” Valerie said, then froze. “Wait, what was that you said? That word?”

“Halfa?”

“Yeah, that one. Did you…is that a ghost term for half-humans, half-ghosts?”

Phantom shrugged again. Valerie was getting really sick of shrugging.

“Probably,” he said. “But I definitely know a lot about halfas. Maybe I was good friends with one?”

Valerie needed a nap.

“So why did Vlad stick a bracelet on my wrist?” Phantom asked, holding the bracelet up and pointing to it with his free hand.

Valerie had been so taken aback by whatever the hell this conversation was that she’d almost forgotten her hypothesis. “Oh, I think Mr. Masters put that on you to get you out of his way. You guys are enemies, and I think he is trying to get rid of you.”

Phantom nodded, his brows furrowed. “Yes, that makes sense. You said I had a lot of enemies from…fighting the ghosts? I think? It would make sense that one would try to do this to me. Okay!” Phantom brightened, his mind seemingly made up.

God, ghosts were so strange.

He clapped his hands. “We should go there and get him to remove the bracelet.”

“Yeah, I don’t think asking nicely is going to do much for this guy. He’s a really slimy dude. He doesn’t even know that I know about him being a half-ghost, by the way.”

“Well…” Phantom paused, glancing between her suit and his steepled fingers. “We’re both good fighters, aren’t we? Do you think we can take this man?”

Valerie weighed the pros and cons in her mind. The list of pros was tiny, and the cons were immense. But on the list of pros was the possibility of finding Danny, so she couldn’t say no.

“Yeah,” she lied. “We can definitely take that asshole.”

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