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banquetwriter · 2 months

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୨୧ distant love pt:3 ୨୧

pairing: Rick Grimes ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ daddy kink :(, sex in a forest, low-key FILTH, OOC rick bc i wrote this with later season rick n mind :(, reader being mean to rick, Grimes being a massive simp to a women who isn't his wife lol

summary: ʚ when rck asks reader to join him on a run she remembers a steamy time in the forest ɞ

Words: 1654

AN: sorry for this being late and ooc i haven't written rick enough :/

Part 2 Part 4

“Hey.” Ricks's southern drawl fills the empty air of the room. It was nice out today so most weren't hiding out in their cells. You quickly shut the book closed so as not to embarrass yourself. You clear your throat giving him a closed-off smile.

“Hey. What's up?” you ask, standing up at the prison table. Shoving your book and pencil in the little bag you carry around with you. “I uh need your help on a run. If you can manage,” he says, placing his hands on his hips.

You look down at your bag as you zip it up. “Alone?” you ask, still refusing to look up at him. Rick can't ignore the way his heart stings at your question. “No. Sasha and Daryl will be with us,” he says and you're trying to ignore the way his tongue flicks against his cheek.

‘Us.’ what a cruel joke you think.

Thoughts of Rick continue to flood your brain. The thoughts of his rough big hands tugging on your clothes like it was keeping you down.

*flashback to the quarry*

You step over a branch. Rick had not-so-subtly asked you to join him for a “run” today. This affair/relationship had been going on for a while now. Sneaking away, releasing all the pent-up anger both of you accumulated.

A twig snapped behind you. Causing you to stop dead in your tracks. You were far from camp now. No one would be able to hear you if you screamed…

Suddenly you felt big strong warm arms slithering around your waist. You gasped at the contact. “Well well, looks like I caught a pretty little thing sneaking off huh?” Rick’s familiar drawl asks, nibbling on your ear.

You let out a small giggle, moving out of his touch and spinning around. “Oh yeah? Watcha gonna do about it?” you ask, leaning in close to his face. “Officer?” you spoke the last bit in a whisper.

Your heart flutters at the smile that breaks out on his face. His beautiful face. Ugh. There go those feelings. The ones you have selfishly been keeping to yourself. He had a wife who was cheating on him. This wasn't that bad, right?

“Officer huh?” he asks with a sly smile. You nod your head, yes holding your bottom lip in between your teeth. “That's what I said!” you say with a cheery expression. “Yeah?” he asks his slow drawl practically melting your insides away.

“You know what? I might just have to arrest you for being so damn beautiful,” he says, leaning closer to you with every word. You roll your eyes at his cheesy antics.

You cross your arms as you let yourself walk away from him. You feel his eyes on your body as you start to walk away. “Where do you think you're going?” he calls after you.

You only turn around giving him a cheeky smile in response. “Oh, that's it you little brat!” he murmurs out. He jogs up behind you with a few swift motions. He grips the sides of your arms, pulling your body flush against his.

His strong dominant arms move you toward the nearest tree. It wasn't hurting you per se, but you couldn't deny the delicious amount of pressure that he gave you through his hands.

Your body collides with the tree. Rick’s hands slide down your shorts and panties in one swift movement. The air hits your wet and exposed cunt with a flutter. Rick silently grips your hips, forcing your back to arch.

“Open yer legs,” he says, hand trailing down to your clit. You whimper at the contact. “Sh sh sh.” he tuts, his rough hands slowly finding their way to your sensitive bud. You gasp as his finger slowly starts working.

You grasp the tree for support. You must admit this was not the most comfortable place to have sex, but then again who were you to judge?

You felt your knees wanting to buckle as his pace quickened. “Rick.” is all you can muster out before he slips a finger inside you. Then he slips another one. Fastly pumping in and out of you, fingers curling.

Ricks's eyes are glued to your ass. Touching and rubbing your plump skin. Wanting to spank you till you bled. Fuck you were so perfect for him. So wet and tight.

“You like that baby? You being good f’me?” he asks with a growl. Getting right up next to your ear. You don't respond only moaning as his rough fingers pump faster inside you.

With your unresponsive attitude, he completely pulls his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss of contact and orgasm denial. “Rick,” you whine out. Your hair is already starting to get messy, and sweat is forming on your figure.

“Oh no, I don't wanna hear you whining about yer daddy not giving you enough. Just flip over me,” he commands with a condescendingly sweet voice. You do as you're told slowly flip a round for him.

“There's my pretty girl,” he whispers, pulling your face in for a kiss. Both of his giant hands clasping the sides of your face. He inhales, unable to pull away from you for even a moment. The wet sloppy sounds of your tongues and lips crashing on one another.

His hands find their way to your shirt fiddling for a second to take it off. He slips it off your figure, unclasping your bra. He presses his body against yours again deepening your kiss. His kisses slowly lead down your jaw and to your neck.

They go even further as he starts to kiss and nibble at your breasts. “No marks.” you whimper out holding the back of his head, fingers curled into his hair.

“Sorry darlin’,” he says, reaching down the rest of your body. Placing wet delicate kisses down your stomach and the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you with those sweet sweet eyes. His hands push your thighs apart.

Waves of heat flood your core. He avoids kissing your cunt. Teasing and pinching the surrounding skin. “Rick, I need you,” you whisper to him. Your hands holding the back of his head.

“I know I know,” he whispers. He holstered up one of your thighs, pulling you over his shoulder. He starts with a sensual slow kiss on the top of your cunt. His lips grazed your clit.

You shuddered at the contact. You were already so worked up. It was a wonder how Rick hadn't had more lovers in life. His hands felt so experienced somehow. Rough and yet loving at the same time. God, you would have worshiped the ground he walked on if he asked.

His dark eyes peeked over your body, his tongue and lips slowly bringing back all of the pleasure that you had felt only moments ago. “Mm fuck.” you gasp out. His tongue licks wide long strides up and down your cunt.

His hand snaked around the thigh that was over his shoulder. Keeping it held there, as you started to buck your hips against his mouth and nose. The only noises were your whines that you tried not to make for fear of leading a walker to you and the lewd noises coming from below you as Rick ate you out.

You feel a tightening spread through your body. You crave the release as you moan more frequently praying to whatever god there was to let you cum all over the sheriff’s tongue.

Rick had a dark knowing look in his eyes, he could feel your walls starting to tighten on his tongue. He could feel your hot body begging him to keep going. “Rick, don't stop m gonna cum.” you whined, your body rolling down onto his mouth further.

He was nodding, begging for your precious juices to flow down his throat. His rough and warm hands on your soft body finally push you over the edge. Your head falls back on the tree, and your cunt squeezes his tongue. Your orgasm flushes through you.

Your breath slowly returns to you. Earth coming back to you. Rick pulls away from you grabbing your discarded clothes from the ground as you rest on the poor tree. He dusted them off silently guiding your body back into your clothes.

Rick Grimes was dressing you. His rough hands that were moments ago touching your hands with lust were now sweetly redressing you in clothes he ripped off. He re-ties your shorts and clasps your bra.

And all you can do is watch. This was the Rick you were falling in love with. Not the one who flipped you over to get his dick wet. The ones who protected his son to the very best he possibly could. Rick’s eyes make it to yours, brushing the shrubs that managed to find their way into your hair from the tree.

His hands clamp around your cheeks pulling you into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hand moved to clamp on your neck so did his mouth moving down. You could feel him hungry to nibble and bite your skin.

“Rick!” you shouted pushing him off of you. “No marks,” you muttered, feeling your neck sting. Even if there weren't any hickies there had to have been a few teeth-shaped nicks.

You clenched your jaw and walked away from him continuing on your “run” with Rick. You didn't talk to him for the rest of the day. What was he thinking? Marks like that on your neck could get you caught.

*back to the present the prison*

You blinked back to reality thinking about your previous rendezvous with the man standing in front of you. Pretending like you two hadn't had an affair. “Yeah I can go with,” you mumbled. You bumped into his shoulder when you walked away making him scoff at you.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x original female character #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #the walking dead rick #daddy issues #daddy!rick Grimes

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jazz-bazz · 3 months

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The background stuff of the Lab Coat AU bcs @alwaysjustmina made me think of if they're ghouls or not and whatnots... and then @sexy-sea-basss mentioned hannah montana kinda thing and... yeah... we have a Human Ambassador Office in Hell now...

Under the cut :)

The university these specific set of ghouls work in is located in the same city as the ‘Vatican’ of the satanic church, making it one of the safest space for ghouls, even if not many humans know of the existence of ghouls. Humans might sense that there’s something different about them, but not what, it’s mostly because their instincts recognise the threat that these ghouls are to humans, they are, after all, literal demons from hell, whose job usually entails punishing guilty souls.

But being summoned to earth, in support of the Church of Satan, gives them a new start, a chance to live and learn and grow, and most of all, love. As long as they never forget their roots and their mission to spread the gospel of Satan, everyone in the Church are chill with the ghouls exploring the human world and getting as much knowledge as they could, and this particular university is a favourite. There are of course others, usually located near the branches of the Church too, but this one is like the capital, the ghouls that get accepted here would be ‘closer’ to their Unholy Father. Their powers would be boosted by the stronger connection to the Pit, the source of their magic.

Most of the scientists here are humans even though more than half of the professors are ghouls, probably because this is one of the few safe spaces in the country, considering the deans are directly related to the Sister Imperator of the Satanic Church. The profs are mostly from the first batch of ghouls, some says the ‘trial batch’, they were the first few who ventured to the surface, with permission from the Dark Lord of course, at first to help the Church when it was new, but then the Church took off, they got many human siblings helper, the ghouls got more free time and they got bored and curious.

It inspired the other ghouls too, because sometimes on holidays they’d go back down to visit their friends and family, then there were more ghouls applying for ‘Surface Permit’ to the Human Ambassador Office in Hell, who’d then make fake documents so these ghouls could apply for jobs, go to school, whatever it is they want to do. One of the conditions for each ghoul who want to go up top is to check in with the Church or one of the branches, each month, just to make sure they’re doing okay.

The head of the Church are always the Papa and the Sister Imperator, the current Papa is Nihil and Sister is… Sister. Primo mostly stays in the Church assisting Papa and Sister, as he’d be the next Papa when Nihil retires or kicks the bucket, but he has a degree in Botany and History (don’t ask, he had too much time back then). Secondo is the current Dean of the Science Faculty, Terzo runs a diner while taking online Theology courses just for shits and giggles, and Copia runs a bar, Zenith, and some days shadowing Primo on his duties at the Church.

Of course there’s a bit of inside man kinda thing going on, because ghouls and sinning go hand in hand, but they also try to be fair to the humans too. And they don’t just take in anyone, the ghouls also have to have the right qualifications or a passion in that area. For example Dewdrop tried applying to do his Bachelor’s degree research in Mist’ group with Rain in organic chemistry, but after one look at his transcript, Mist had a talk with him because she sees that his notes in physical chemistry are much better, and he admitted he’s more interested there too, it was his second choice after all. But he figured he’d at least tried to get in the same group as Rain.

#lab coat au #my hcs #bex keysmash

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darkwolf76 · 1 month

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HoTD Bing Bang Spring Prompt: Moonlight

Here is a little drabble contribution toward the @hotd-bigbang Prompt Challenge, featuring my OC, Lady Deidre Strong, from my ongoing multi-chapter fic Children of Bone and Blood.

Pairing: Criston Cole x OC

The moonlight colored the small godswood a dull silver, if the little garden could be called a godswood at all. The massive godswood of Harrenhal could swallow the whole of the Red Keep and its grounds, ancient, wild, and untamed, but the neat garden surrounding the Red Keep's Heart Tree had always given Deidre some measure of solace, connecting her to a home far away and people long lost. Pulling her knees a little closer to her body to give her more support, she leaned back against the shining white bark of the weirwood, comforted and confident in its firm frame. In the darkness of the waning moon, she could barely see, but guided by the visions dancing in her head, Deidre sketched out her dreams on her pad of parchment. The swirling of snow and ice, flashes of fire, star sapphire against violet, the howl of a wolf, the fading of a maiden of fire, all fighting for the fate of the world.

“Deidre?” His voice carried softly up to her, sweet as a summer breeze. Smiling, she turned herself so her bare feet dangled from the branch of the weirwood. She swung her legs among the blood red leaves.

“Deidre?” She bit her lip to hold back a laugh as she saw his shadowy figure come into view. He passed by the base of the tree at least twice as he searched for her. “I know you’re here,” he called. “I can hear you rustling about like a shadowcat.”

A giggle escaped her at his jape. She covered her mouth, though it was no use aginst his honed Kingsgaurd senses. She felt the lightest brush against her toes. “There's the shadowcat.” His grin seemed to flash in the faint light of the moon, free from his usual knightly decorum. “Come down here.” His fingers brushed the sole of her foot as he reached towards her.

Deidre nodded, carefully shutting her sketch book and tucking the charcoal away in its pouch. She clutched her book tightly to her chest as she prepared to begin her cautious descent. She still felt off balance among the tree branches, even at middling heights such as this, months after taking up climbing again. “I’ll be down in a minute,” she called quietly to Criston.

“None of that, I’ll catch you.” He came directly underneath her and extended his arms. “You know I always do.”

“Fine.” Deidre closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, putting her faith in the old gods and Criston. She eased herself away from the branch and felt the terrifying yet thrilling rush of the night air against her skin before she landed in secure, strong arms.

Criston grunted as he caught her, exaggerating the noise to her chagrin. “I’m not that heavy.” She blinked open her eyes, scowling at him.

His brown eyes twinkled as he chuckled at her. He didn’t put her down and instead drew her closer to his chest, free of its normal armor plate. Deidre twisted her fingers into his simple linen shirt as she leaned forward, brushing her lips against his.

While such an exchange might have triggered more amorous feelings between them another night, the princess had run them both ragged that day, trying to keep up with her. Rhaenyra may have considered her lady in waiting and sworn shield the foremost of her companions after Syrax, but Targaryens waited for no one. Exhaustion made their kisses soft and lazy, but no less sweet, as Criston carried the Strong girl to a secluded, wilder spot among the garden, near a half wall overlooking the drop off to the city below. He settled on the ground with his back to a massive oak, Deidre comfortably curled in his lap.

Despite the eternal bustle of King’s Landing, quiet and peace lingered over the small godswood. “The gods always keep their places sacred. Quiet so you can hear them.” Deidre stared up at the moon and stars, leaning against his chest.

“Or perhaps it’s the thick keep walls, hm?” Criston smiled as he played with wisps of her wild brown curls, splayed over his shoulder.

“Tis the gods,” Deidre replied in surety, not breaking away from her study of the moon, its soft silver light reflecting in her green eyes.

Criston just nodded, pulling her closer to his chest as he leaned back against the trunk of the oak. He stared up at the night sky silently for a time before he shifted and whispered in her hair. “What are the gods saying now?”

Deidre turned her body into him as her green gaze met his brown, her legs and bare feet brushing his boots. “They don’t speak all the time. And I still am not all that good at discerning their speech. Not the way my Aunt Alys can. A whisper of the wind, a ripple in the water, a crackle of the flame, she can hear them. I just…” Deidre sighed and laid a cheek on his chest. “It’s a hard thing, to learn.” She frowned.

'And I don't know if I can pay the price, whatever it is they demand.' The thought whispered at the back of her mind, Alys' words more than her own, but hauntingly true, as everything her aunt ever uttered in her riddles was.

Criston covered Deidre’s hand with his own, shifting it with ease over his heart. “I don’t like seeing you unhappy.”

Deidre glanced up at him. "I'm not unhappy."

“Or displeased.” Criston drew her closer to touch his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered closed at the warmth of them. Always, he felt unendingly warm, like she imagined the bright Dornish sun felt like.

“I am happy, here with you.” She curled closer to him as his lips brushed her cheek.

“Any chance I could make you happier?” He whispered in her ear, his nose pressing into her chestnut waves.

Deidre giggled, her mouth curving into a grin. “How would you do that?”

“Well, I could--"

“Deidre, lass!”

They froze at the booming voice coming through the gardens. Scrambling away from one another, Deidre frantically waved Criston away towards the keep. She stumbled over her skirts to stand and ran to meet the footsteps approaching before their owner could search further and possibly see the figure of the kingsgaurd entangled with his little sister.

“Harwin!” Deidre raised her voice louder than normal, a forced smile across her lips as she crashed out of the brush to draw her older brother's eye as he approached from the larger gardens. Criston, silent and quick without his armor, would find his way back to the keep as he usually did, for his very life and limb depended on it.

#hotd spring prompts 24 #oc: deidre strong #hotd #house of the dragon #criston cole #criston cole x oc #hotd fanfic

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knyinfinity · 2 months

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Part 2

Word count: 1294

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When she was a toddler, her parents had noticed her ‘sixth sense' for danger and often left her in charge after her twin siblings were born while they went to work outside. Though when she began studying, she made sure to stay close to home that way her parents could still work. That day was the furthest day she'd gone from home to study. That day was the only day her parents never came home. In fact, they were never seen again…

“...mari!!

Amari..!

Amari! AAAMMMMAAARRRRIIIIII!” The little girl looked up in confusion, setting down her spyglass and her mentor's notebook before standing. She rushed towards her teacher who almost wasn't expecting her to get up, so he practically fell to the ground trying to avoid her and she stifled a giggle. The laughter died in her throat when she saw the horrified look on his face.

“What is it?! What's going on?!” Wordlessly, he pointed to the thick, dark line of smoke a bit off in the distance. Her body immediately went on autopilot as she threw herself into a run, praying to the gods she was wrong and that it was something, anything else. But in her heart, she knew the cloud was too big to be a simple campfire.

Amari stumbled through the forest, ignoring the scratches and tears at her skin and clothes, ignoring the slow burning beginning in her lungs as she ran and the tears already beginning to form in her eyes. She desperately wanted to believe her mentor was wrong but that was almost impossible…she stopped, staring, her eyes wide in horror as the building she once called home burned in front of her.

Siblings…where were her-

“AHHHHHHH!!!” A piercing shriek filled the air. Amari shook herself out of her daze but as she began to run-why were they still inside, her home, their home…

*BOOM*

She groaned and tried to roll to her side before a crippling pain caused her to immediately throw up. Her eyes shot open as she noticed specks of red in her vomit, noting she most likely had internal injuries before everything came rushing back to her, including the heavy stench of smoke. She sat up more slowly this time, her eyes instantly filling with tears as she noticed her home was in ashes and debris.

She stood, supporting most of her weight against a tree and using a fallen branch as a makeshift crutch as she began to drag herself forward. She had to find them, she had to. She didn't know how long she had been out, she didn't know how long they had been alone but they needed her now. They could be hurt. I'm sure they're cold. They were probably hungry.

They were…she couldn't even think it as she stared at their charred and melted corpses underneath the remnants of what was once a happy family home. This was where she had taught them all of their firsts. Their first bites, their first steps, their first words, their first day alone…and now…gone.

She could feel a heat beginning to burn inside her chest now. A slow burn that kept burning brighter and hotter, faster and faster. She couldn't stop it, yet her expression never changed. She didn't know how long she stood there, simply staring at the bodies of her beloved siblings as this warmth of rage and passion burned.

Where were mother and father? What was she to do now? Who did this? How did this happen? They knew she came home for meals, so this wasn't an accident, someone did this…but how…and why… They never made anyone angry. Why couldn't she save them..?

She doesn't remember passing out, but the next time she opened her eyes, she looked over to see someone kneeling at two different mounds of dirt, hands together as if in prayer. She felt her wounds were bound so tightly she could hardly move.

“Why are you praying?” She asked simply. Internally, she was so furious, at what she didn't know. She sensed another presence, so thin, long gone. She wanted to kill this…thing where it stood. But as she listened to her own voice ask the question, she didn't hear any cadence at all.

“I'm praying that their souls find peace.” She could feel her throat tightening as if she were going to cry and she could sense the heat still burning heavy in her. A blazing passionargue about how any loving god should keep any innocent children alive. But all she could find herself saying was…

“Hm…”

“Let's get you back to the Butterfly Mansion, you have some pretty serious injuries. I'm Tanjiro Kamado.” He said with a sad smile. She simply closed her eyes.

As she healed in the mansion, she learned all she could about these ‘demons’ and after she healed she immediately headed back to the village, hoping to find her parents sobbing in relief that she was safe. Instead she found villagers hardly aware that she, or any of her family had even been gone. Her parents were missing without a trace…she disappeared into the mountains with a new passion and her siblings faces fresh in her mind.

As much as they wanted her to study pharmaceuticals with a ‘Ms. Kocho’ at the mansion, she instead took up sword training in the mountains. She stumbled upon a teacher of Smoke Breathing and fell into training almost right away. When she found her masters house, he was outside practicing his already perfected techniques and exercises. He immediately stopped when he found out she was watching, stating a ‘little girl didn't need to know such things and she should just run along now’.

She would show up every day outside his house saying she needed guidance and to please train her. He would deny her at first, citing her empty eyes as an excuse but in truth her eyes weren't empty, they were so passionate. They hid a deep seated loss and power, not quite an anger that her master was almost in fear of unleashing on the world but she broke him and he trained her.

She caught on quickly and surpassed her masters expectations, especially after learning the Smoke Breathing technique, passing Final Selection within 6 months of training. She could see them every day, during every moment, every breath she took. Their lifeless formless, breathless carcases as she ran through the instructions over and over. She was determined no one would ever be harmed under her care again.

She began taking on missions and hunting for any leads about her parents immediately after but…something was off. Another 6 months passed and she soon became disheartened. Searching for her parents felt pointless for some reason, like she was searching for an answer she never wanted to find…

After a long few battles and a particularly successful mission, she was able to apply to be a Tsuguko. Everyone told her to ask Muichiro, the only Hashira she still hadn't had a single conversation with yet. She didn't truly see the benefit, but even the Master made a gentle suggestion.

‘I can only see this being a positive benefit for both you and Muichiro. Perhaps this will be an opportunity for you both to learn from each other.’ So she sent him a crow, wondering what kind of person he may be. He had denied her at first, to no one's but her surprise. After speaking with a few of the other Hashira, she waited and the Master must've spoken to him as well because a few days later, she received another crow.

The Master has convinced me to train you as my Tsuguko. You will meet me at the Mist Mansion at 3pm on Friday. You will not be late. That is all.

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I hope you all enjoyed!! This was new for me to write so it was an interesting experience. Don't forget this is purely fiction. Enjoy!

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softmafia · 2 years

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Warning: fem y/n, oc insert, soft Hisoka

A/n: A short drabble that I wrote at work, lmao. Again, I just wanted to thank you all for 1k! And all of the kind messages as well! I appreciate all of the love and support!!!❤️ Even though I don’t produce as much content as I used to, I still enjoy writing for Hisoka and making this stuff for you guys!

He must’ve thought it was fate, taking him out on a mission where the path was just one giant field, acres and acres of berry bushes, it felt so romantic and picturesque. The troupe was far along the trail, Hisoka kept his distance because he sensed a little minx following him. Once they were out of hearing distance; Hisoka stopped in his tracks and turned around, he smirked.

“Come out, little girl~ you know better than to stalk me, thinking you won’t get caught~” he had his hands confidently on his hips as he heard rustling coming from the bushes.

“I already knew I was gonna get caught..” said Y/n as she emerged, her arms crossed and her lips in a little pout as she stepped towards him. Hisoka held back a perverse groan as he resisted the urge to reach his hands out and grab her little hips. “Mmh~ and yet you followed me anyway~?”

“You’re saying it like I didn’t wanna get caught.” She snorted and tilted her head up, looking like she was about to break her neck from how far back she had to crane her neck, just so she can meet the taller man’s gaze, “Because you always catch me.. why wouldn’t I expect it already.”

Hisoka couldn’t help but chuckle, he let his arms hang to his sides, “Hm~ you just want to play cat and mouse don’t you~?” He teased, then watched her as she reached her arms out, placing her hands gently at his sides and pouting. She looked so adorable.. standing here with him surrounded by berry bushes, she looked like some kind of nature goddess trying to seduce him. The magician looked to the side, then bent down a little bit to pick off one of the branches from the bushes, a small berry hung from the end of it. Where they poisonous? Even if they were.. it probably wouldn’t bother her.

“Here, try one~” Hisoka whispered, holding Y/n’s chin with his large hand, his thumb pressed to her bottom lip so he could open her mouth. He placed the berry on her tongue as she smiled and closed her eyes, accepting the sweet fruit being placed into her mouth. She bit down and plucked it off the branch with her teeth, “Watery..” she mumbled, but soon the sweet after-taste filled her mouth, “Mm.. it’s so sweet!” She giggled after swallowing.

“Aw~” Hisoka cooed quietly, “Do you like it~?” He whispered, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

Y/n squirmed, giggling some more while kneading at his sides with her palms, “Yeah~ it tastes nice.. are these like.. wild strawberries or something?” She looked down, clamping her teeth down on her bottom lip as she looked at the little fruits. Hisoka hummed as he watched her, god he loved when she did that.. biting down on her lip like that made her look like a little bunny— a bright shade of pink dusted over his cheeks as he plucked another branch, “I believe so~ do you want some more~?” He said as he plucked off a piece of the fruit.

Y/n smiled and nodded, opening her mouth and sticking her little tongue out, his little bunny was so eager to be fed by his hand.. Hisoka smiled and placed it on her tongue, “You’re so adorable~ you know that~?” He laughed and watched her chew.

“I’m literally just eating.” Y/n mumbled, then swallowed the sweet fruit, “Come back home with meee~ I’m lonely..” she tilted her head to the side, slinging her arms over his shoulders and pushing her body against his. Hisoka let out a breathy growl, he really couldn’t resist her when she did that.. acting all innocent to try and persuade him. “I wish I could baby, but you know I have to do this~”

“But you’re already so far behind! Look, they’re out of sight now.” She stood on her tip toes, looking over his shoulder to confirm that they were in fact, alone in this field. Hisoka’s brows furrowed as he looked behind himself, “Ah, I see. This was your plan~? Distract me so you could lure me away~?”

Y/n grinned widely and playfully pushed her hips against him, “I dunno.. probably.” She shrugged and let her arms fall to her sides, “I really need you.. besides is their mission that important anyway? They’re just stealing stuff.”

Hisoka sighed and looked back down at her, “I suppose so~ They’re supposedly stealing stacks of paper.. something for another job.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger as he spoke, “They could do well without me for one night~” he snickered and began to walk off, wrapping his arm around Y/n’s waist and spinning her around to walk by his side.

Y/n’s hands were clasped behind her back, smiling to herself as she leaned her head against him, “I ordered some takeout for when we get back to your place!” she hummed.

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pennylanefics · 11 months

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33 & 47 danny

33. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any panties.”

47. “I just want to please you.”

warning: very suggestive, no smut

danny always enjoyed a little teasing every now and then. what he doesn’t enjoy is being teased while out in public when he can’t do anything. and that’s exactly what you were doing tonight, while at some boring party for his record label.

they were opening a new branch of something, and obviously the band was invited. however, it was just a giant cocktail hour, and then executives announcing the opening of the new branch. it wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend your evening, but you knew supporting danny was the main point.

however, that didn’t mean you could have a little fun. before leaving, you worked danny up a bit by feeling him up, and he wasn’t having any of it.

“babe, behave yourself tonight,” he warns as the car that was coming to pick you guys up honks outside, letting you know they are here.

a majority of the night is spent being introduced to random people, their names and titles passing in one ear and right out the other, all of your focus on wanting danny.

“everything alright, darling?” he asks you, after you seem very distracted chatting with him and jake.

“yeah,” you grin, gazing up at him. however, you lean up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. “however, i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any panties.”

his eyes go dark and he gulps audibly. looking down at you, he shakes his head.

“i told you to behave, didn’t i?” he lowers his voice as he leans in to your ear. giggling, you pull away from him and smirk.

“i don’t like doing that, though. and won’t it be a nice time knowing how much i want you? to feel myself dripping down my leg at the thought of you.”

his cheeks turn bright red and he clears his throat.

“can you just wait a couple more hours? jesus.” you giggle loudly and kiss his cheek.

“nope, not at all, danny baby.”

the rest of the event, danny can’t get that image of you not having any panties on out of his mind. he had to distract himself many times to keep himself from getting too excited. and thankfully, when the night ended, all he wanted to do was get you home and devour you.

the car ride home, danny can’t keep his hands to himself. he’s feeling up your thighs and trying to get underneath the skirt of your dress, but you don’t allow him to. you want to wait until you get home.

“baby please,” he breathes out, leaning his face into your neck.

“pleas what, danny?”

“i need you.” his voice is just barely there, trying to save the driver from hearing any sort of information he doesn’t need to hear.

“in due time, honey.” he groans and sits back in his sea, pouting. you can’t help the giggle that escapes your mouth. it’s adorable the way he wants you so bad, but he can’t yet.

the second you step foot in your home, danny is grabbing you, extremely needy, and the evidence very clear in his pants.

“i don’t even want to go to our room, i need you right there,” he groans, kissing down your neck. “i just want to please you.”

“then do so, baby,” you say, shoving him to the ground to kneel in front of you. he stares up at you in awe and carefully pulls the bottom of your dress up, his hands trailing along your thighs, a surprised gasp when he realizes that you in fact, are not wearing panties.

“god, you drive me crazy,” he groans, leaning forward to place kisses on your thighs and hips.

#gvf blurb event #danny wagner #drw

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dufreydiaries · 18 days

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Dufrey Diaries Chapter 27

The appointment with the healer went really well. After a waiting that felt like an eternity, she was called into the examination room. Rasina held one of her hands while Tira the other as the priestess cast a simple spell.

“Congrats, Mrs. Dufrey. You’re carrying a baby. We estimate the baby is six weeks along. We can’t guess exactly when the baby will come but it should be around seven months. We’ll contact you to schedule regular visits to check your child is healthy.” Lucline nodded. “Can you tell me about the magics you have available for this process?” ”Of course, Society Branch Leader, though we ask that your daughter wait outside. The details can be a bit grim for one so young.”

Tira giggled. “I think I’ll be fine, but I do want to speak with the Priest about Mara some more. If I’m to be a knight for Stendarr, knowing my allied Divines will be important.” ”I’ll go with her.” Rasina assured Lucline and they had a brief kiss. “See you soon love.”

Lucline spent the next half an hour going over every possibility the pregnancy could go wrong and the spells they had invited to fix them.

“But not to worry, you are already past the worst part. Your child has planted themselves correctly. I cannot even bring myself to tell you the horror stories I’ve seen or heard where that didn’t happen. We do have a spell for fixing that, but it rarely works. We typically recommend a sip of the Black Potion and to try again.” Lucline looked at the vial of Black Potion on the top shelf, well out of reach without a step ladder. It was marked ‘For emergencies only’. She could guess from the liquid color its purpose and ingredients.

“I hope you don’t have to recommend that foul brew to me.” Lucline’s hand went to cover her still flat stomach protectively.

“Like I said, yours seems a successful conception. But there are times when the mother could die if she carries the child to term. A young mother can always try again, if it caught early enough. But a dead mother cannot and usually neither survive. So, we keep it stocked, just in case.”

Lucline nodded, though she still glared at the mixture. She knew she was being silly. She herself had mixed up that very potion for healers back in Hamemerfell. It was different, now her own child grew within her.

Lucline shook hands with the priestess before taking her leave. She came out to find Tira pelting the Priest with all kinds of questions about Mara. The poor man looked like he had been run over by a cart. Lucline giggled and came over and ran her hands through Tira’s hair.

“Tiara Dufrey, are you murdering this poor cleric with questions?” The girl giggled and leaned into her touch. “No, Mama. Just learning as much as I can.” ”Good girl.” She praised and inclined her head to the priest. “Thank you for speaking to my child.” ”It was a pleasure, Lady Dufrey. I just had not thought of some of the questions your child brought up and I intend to ask when we worshippers of Mara next gather in conclave. She is going to make a very formal knight someday.”

“Tell me about it.” Lucline chuckled. “Say goodbye, Tira.” ”Bye, sir.” Lucline waved at the Priest who smiled as they two women led their child out into the afternoon sun.

“We should look at Knightly Orders soon.” Lucline said to Rasina and Tira. “I want to make sure he Order is going to ship Tira off to another like they did with me.”

Tira hugged her tightly. “It means the world to me that you are supporting my dream even after how you were treated.”

Lucline kissed her on the forehead. “My experiences should not prevent you from living your dream. It just means I’m going to be more careful about who you train with.”

Rasina nodded. “I agree, love. I will not tolerate our little girl being snuck off to another location than where she should be. Besides, unlike your parents we will write and visit and have her come home for holidays.”

Lucline nodded. “Thanks. That does help a lot.”

As they arrived back at the Dufrey home, Abee was waiting for them.

“Sister, you must help me. My friend, the Countess of Camlorn has disappeared!”

*Elder-Scrolls*

Mirada pulled her fangs from the countess’ neck. She looked down and saw the tell-tale signs that the girl had been infected. She licked the wounds and then pressed her lips to her soon-to-be Brides. The countess eagerly kissed her back.

“I can’t wait to be a vampire, Mistress.”

“I know, my pet. Stay here in the Sanctuary and allow the virus to claim you. Once you turn, you will need to make a vampire servant to start building your forces in Camlorn. Do not fail me.” “Never, Mistress. My life belongs to you, my Queen.”

Mirada grinned and left the turning girl in her bed. She went to the cell where her Daggerfall agent was looking up, pale skin and red eyes.

“It’s time. Come, there will be blood and fun to be had. Daggerfall will be ours.” “Yes, my Vampire Queen.” The young woman grinned and got to her feet.

The other Brides were departing with their own agents, headed for other major settlements across High Rock. The time had finally come. High Rock was hers for the taking.

#elder scrolls #fanfic #sapphic

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laughing-with-god · 3 years

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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.

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heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3

Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.

Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.

🖇

One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”. You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?” He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.” You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”

“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”

“Better?”

“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.

”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”

“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words are a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...

“Lip, I don’t need someone.”

“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-” You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”

“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s crazy to me.”

“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”

“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”

“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”

“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”

“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Something like that.”

“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”

“It's the story of my life.”

“What?”

“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.

“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.”

“Haha.” You grin.

“I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”

“Can we stop talking about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

🖇

You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.

“Hey!” He said a little off.

“Lip, what’s up?”

“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.

“You doing okay there?”

“Yup! Having the bez time.”

“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”

“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”

“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.

“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something. “What’s this about?”

“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”

“I already knew.”

“What do you mean you knew?”

“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”

“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”

“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”

“You want to be with her that badly?”

“Yeah.”

“But, it doesn't feel so good.”

“Right.”

“You know why?”

“Yeah. I just said she has-”

“I didn’t mean the family thing.”

“Then, why?”

“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”

“This is meaningful to me.”

“I meant a healthy meaningful.”

“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.

“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you. You have to admit you're not in the best situation.”

“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”

“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”

“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”

”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”

“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.

“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.

🖇

After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer. You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.

“I can't talk now.” He said. You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”

“Helene. That's none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.

“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.

“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”

“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”

“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”

“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I think this conversation is stupid and remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”

“You did it on purpose?”

“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”

“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with. Lip” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“Lip-”

“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.” As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"

Hope your day got better

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Try it, I Dare You

*** Greetings! So this little fic is part of Familial Attachments which I wrote ages ago. I randomly got inspired by Big Bro! Lucifer and decided to branch off of it. Quick reminder that this MC is not a Teen! MC and therefore not underage. Thanks, everyone for the love and support! This fic is a long one. -B ***

Summary: As Lucifer forms a more familial bond with MC, the other brothers find themselves falling for the human romantically. Lucifer notes the changes in his brother's intentions and is not pleased.

Gaining you as an honorary little sibling was one of the best things to ever happen to Lucifer.

It gave him someone he could open up to, someone to fawn over, someone he could be soft with.

This change in dynamic between you and Lucifer had caused a number of things to change in the House of Lamentation in general.

You and Lucifer had become practically attached to the hip. Where you went, it seemed he wasn't far behind. The other brothers had joked that he had degraded himself to be your guard dog (a comment that had them all scrubbing the entirety of the hall's floors with their own toothbrushes), and in all honesty, he sort of had. Lucifer spent more time outside of his office, and would instead do his work in the lounge, where he could personally keep an eye on you.

It was this extra time around you that had caused Lucifer to begin to notice things.

It began, as most problems within the house do, with Mammon.

You had been talking with Mammon on the couch as Lucifer quietly did paperwork in the background.

He hadn't been listening in on the conversation (as frankly, it was none of his concern and you did deserve your own privacy), but your bright laugh had momentarily caught his attention.

When he glanced over, he saw you double over, nearly in tears from something Mammon had apparently said. It was nice.

What wasn't so nice, was the openly soft, adoring look that he was giving you under the knowledge that you weren't looking. His cheeks were dusted visibly flushed as his eyes glistened with affection.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as the expression quickly disappeared once you turned to face Mammon once more and continue your conversation.

Paying closer attention now, he noted how Mammon's hand was draped over the back of the couch, his fingertips ghosting over the tops of your shoulders. A fond smirk remained glued on his face as he watched you talk passionately, and didn't even make an attempt to interrupt you as he would with most people.

Most damning, however, was the fact that the blush never quite left his face.

Lucifer pressed his lips into a thin line.

Mammon quite clearly had romantic interests in you, and that just wouldn't do.

It wasn't that Lucifer didn't trust you to know what's best for yourself. No. He knew that you were exceedingly clever and did, in fact, trust you to make your own choices. It was precisely why he hadn't done anything about Asmodeus's hollow flirtations, or Satan's teasing, or Belphegor's sleepovers. He knew that if you were truly bothered by it, you were more than capable of getting them to leave you alone.

He didn't, however, trust his brothers with you.

With the new pathway of thinking that Mammon's actions had opened that day, Lucifer had noticed that Mammon was not alone in his not-so-innocent intentions with you.

In fact, it appeared that you had captured the hearts of each of his brothers.

It was all too obvious to him now.

Satan's hands lingering on yours as he passed you books. Asmodeus's comments being less shallow and materialistic and more personal and sentimental. Levi's awe-filled eyes, being fixed on you rather than the games the two of you played. Belphegor, cracking open an eye to peer up at you when you weren't looking as he "slept" on your lap. Beel's fidgeting and blush as he asked you to help him work out. Mammon practically melting whenever you ruffled his hair; even as he protested and swatted at your hands.

Lucifer cursed his past self for being so oblivious.

Perhaps the worst part of all of this is that you, the innocent pure soul that you were, were completely oblivious to all of their advances. You would simply giggle or brush it off entirely as just one of the many weird things that his brothers did.

It was unacceptable.

Lucifer, although he seldom admitted it, loved his brothers. He truly did. But he also knew how reckless, moronic, and just overall dangerous they could all be. You deserved better than that. It was for this reason that Lucifer had made it his personal mission to put an end to these revolting advances.

Asmodeus smiled as he practically skipped over to where you were reading in the living room, "Hey MC," he draped his arms over your shoulder from behind and nestled his chin on top of your head. "What are you doing today?"

You chuckled and moved your head to gaze up at the bubbly demon. "Good morning, Asmo. I'm not doing much. Just relaxing, I guess. Why?"

Asmo could feel his smile widen at the information. He had been trying to get you all to himself all week, but there was always someone else around or something else that you had to do. Now was his chance!

He hummed as he snaked around the chair to face you. "Then that means you're free to spend the day shopping with your truly!" He shot off a cheeky wink to end it all off.

Asmo felt his heart flutter as your eyes glittered in excitement at his words. "I'd love to Asmo! Just let me gather a few things and we'll-"

"Ah! MC. Are you heading out for the day?"

All the light and warmth that Asmodeus had been feeling instantly plummeted as Lucifer entered the room. His brother was obviously trying to play it off as though he hadn't orchestrated this, not even looking at the two of them as he thumbed through a few papers in his hands, but Asmodeus knew better.

You, however, were none the wiser.

You practically lit up as Lucifer walked into the room. "Yeah! Asmodeus invited me to go shopping with him. We're probably going to be gone for the better part of the day," Asmodeus's bad mood caused by his brother's presence softened as you looked back at him.

Asmo plastered on a smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulder while glared sharply at Lucifer. He hoped that maybe this time he'd actually take the hint and leave everything alone. "Was there something you needed, big brother? Or are you just here to grace us with your presence?"

Asmodeus regretted his words, as the moment he saw them, Lucifer smiled sharply, like a cat who'd just captured its prey. "Well, since you asked, Asmodeus, I was hoping the two of you could pick up a few things for me," Lucifer began to list off rare item after rare item. Asmo could nothing but watch as the dread in his stomach grew heavier and heavier.

You chuckled nervously as Lucifer reached what had to be the twentieth item. "That's quite a bit, Lucifer. I don't think I'd be able to remember it all, and even if I did, I don't know where to begin looking for half of the things you listed," your face scrunched up adorably in thought before you snapped and looked up at the two demons. "I know! Why doesn't Lucifer come with us! That way he'll be able to get his things, and we all can spend time together. Sounds nice, right?"

And there it was.

Asmodeus did everything he could to keep the disappointment off his face, as Lucifer patted your shoulder. "That sounds like an excellent idea, MC," Asmo bit back a growl as Lucifer pulled you out of his arms and lead you towards your room. He glanced back at Asmo with a smug, prideful, look on his face. "We'll go get ready. Thank you for arranging this day out, Asmodeus."

Asmodeus could do nothing but pout as Lucifer walked away with you.

Satan had never felt so... tender-hearted before.

He watched you affectionately as you rambled on about your day while effortlessly helping him make supper.

There was something so wholesome and domestic about the entire situation that reminded him of the few romance novels he had read. Initially, when he read those books, he thought the poetic descriptions of the person's heart skipping and the tingling warmth filling their body was a gross exaggeration, but now he knew, and he never wanted that feeling to go away.

He moved by your side and stirred one of the pots on the stove while you diced tomatoes. As he listened to you speak about an enchantment you were trying to get the hang of with Solomon, he suddenly remembered one of the more cliche moments from the books he read.

Glancing at the sauce, Satan carefully scooped up a little bit into a spoon and gently blew on it to cool it down. He turned to you and held the spoon out towards you. "I'm not sure if I got the spices balanced outright. Would you mind-"

Before he could speak any more, a head. that most certainly did not belong to you, swooped down and ate the sauce off the spoon. You and Satan blinked as Lucifer, who had somehow appeared behind you, pulled away from the spoon with a thoughtful expression. "The sauce is good. I'd say it's probably done now," Lucifer stated calmly as his thumb wiped at the corners of his mouth. Satan's grip tightened on the spoon's handle as he snarled at his brother.

You looked awkwardly between the two as Lucifer draped his arm onto your shoulder. "Lucifer? What are you doing here?"

Lucifer's expression softened as he looked down at you, "I just wanted to check in on you," Satan's eye twitched at the excuse. Lucifer tilted his head before he continued. "Also, I saw Mammon sneaking into your room, muttering something about your jewellery box and wanted to give you a heads up."

Your eyes widened as your head snapped in the direction of your room. "What?! Why didn't you start with that?!" Lucifer's smile widened as you made your way towards the kitchen exit. You glanced back at Satan with sympathetic eyes, "Sorry, Satan. I'll promise I'll help you make dinner next time!" Before Satan even had the chance to respond, you had taken off down the hall, yelling his older brother's name.

With you gone, Satan turned to Lucifer with full, unrestrained fury. "What the fuck was that for?" he spat as he stepped into Lucifer's space.

The elder brother merely rolled his eyes and stepped around Satan as though he was nothing more than a hissing kitten. "I could be asking you the same thing. You were getting awfully close there."

Satan's face grew red, though it was hard to distinguish whether the colour was from anger or embarrassment. "That's none of your business!"

Apparently, Lucifer didn't deem a response necessary, as he simply dismissed his brother with a cocky wave of his hand and strutted out of the room in the same direction that you had left.

Beelzebub was taking a chance and stepping outside of his comfort zone.

Ever since discovering a small, weak flower in the shadows of the Hall of Lamentation and nursing it back to health, Beel had taken up gardening as a hobby.

None of his brothers knew about it, to his knowledge, and that was okay. If anything, the soft-spoken demon preferred it that way.

But when he noticed that it was particularly nice outside and that you were roaming around with little to do, he decided to let you in on his little secret.

Beel stole a glimpse over his shoulder at you. You were hunched over, humming to yourself as you worked away, your hands knuckle deep in the rich soil with smudges of dirt smeared across your forehead. The gentle dim light of the Devildom sky bounced off your skin and blanketed you in its glow, only adding the beauty you projected.

The sight alone stole his breath and momentarily made him forget about his hunger.

He opened his mouth to speak to you, but was cut off by the sound of heavy footfalls thundering towards you and a loud dangerous growl.

Beel's eyes widened as he notice Cerberus turn the corner, heading straight towards the two of you in a dead sprint.

Without thinking, Beel quickly tackled you to the side, just as the three-headed hell hound rushed past you, demolishing the garden in his wake.

You did a double-take between Beel, Cerberus and the garden as you scrambled to your feet. "Cerberus? How in Diavolo's name did he get loose?" you anxiously ran a hand through your hair began to head in the direction he took off in. "Lucifer taught me a few tricks for catching him. I'm going to go get him! I'm so so sorry about all of this Beel! I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

Without another word you took off after the beast, shouting it's name.

Beel frowned and looked at what remained of his garden. He felt his heart sink a little at seeing all of his hard work destroyed. With a heavy sigh, he slowly made his way towards Cerberus's den to see just how bad the damage was.

Only, when he arrived, the pen's door didn't even have a scratch on it; almost as though someone had let the dog out.

Leviathan paced around his room as he muttering to himself as tightly clenched to tickets.

"Alright, Levi. It's not a big deal," he whispered reassuringly. "You just have to go out there, hand them the tickets, and ask them to come with. You already checked their calendar when you were in their room last time, and there are no mentions of any upcoming events on their Devilgram, so they won't be busy. O-Of course, they could always reject you for being a stupid shut-in and a gross o-otaku, b-b-but they're your Henry! Right? They have to agree! Okay!" Levi took a deep breath of courage and quickly flung open his door.

He charged to the living room where he knew you would be lounging with Lucifer.

Upon seeing him, your expression lit up and you graced Leviathan with one of your dazzling smiles. The otaku swore that he could hear his heart go "doki-doki". He stumbled to a stop as his face blushed, and quickly hid the tickets behind his back. "H-Hi MC."

"Hey, Levi-chan!" Oh Diavolo, he loved it when you called him that. "What's up? You look like a man on a mission."

Levi briefly noted Lucifer side-eyeing the two of you as he began to stutter out an answer. "W-Well you see, uh... I-I just um...There's this th-thing that..." He let out a small noise of frustration at his own incompetence.

But you never laughed, or sighed, or groaned, like any of his brothers would have. No. You merely sat there and waited patiently for him to find his words with a gentle smile on your face.

Another deep breath and Levi composed himself. "Did you want to go to an idol concert with me this weekend?" Levi couldn't even bring himself to look you in the eyes as he asked the question. "O-Obviously you don't have to, b-b-but you seemed to like their music when I played it the other day, a-a-and you aren't busy so I thought-"

"Actually," Levi's mouth snapped shut as Lucifer spoke up, "MC and I have plans with Diavolo this weekend."

Levi's head whipped over to look at you and noted the slightly confused expression on your face. "I thought that was next weekend?"

Amber eyes narrowed at the words, as Levi slowly turned to glare at Lucifer. It was all to clear to the Otaku what was happening here.

Lucifer shrugged, not even phased by the venomous stare of his brother, and pulled out his D.D.D. "Barbatos messaged me saying that Diavolo had an important meeting pop up next week and asked if we could move our little get-together to this weekend instead."

You huffed and crossed your arms. "I know he's the prince and can't help it, but making last-minute changes like that is just rude."

Lucifer chuckled at your annoyance and ruffled your hair. "I know, but it's nothing either of us can help. I'll just confirm that we're good with the change and-"

"No." Lucifer and Levi both looked at you in shock. Levi dared to let his heart flutter with hope at the determined look on your face. "I can make plans with Diavolo any time. This concert is a once-in-a-lifetime experience and it clearly means a lot to Levi. Tell him that I'll have to take a rain check. I'm going to be spending the weekend with Levi-chan."

Levi instantly let out a cheer of victory as he stepped forward spun you in the air. "Thank you, MC!!! Oh we're going to have so much fun! I swear you won't regret this!"

You giggled as you were set back down onto your feet. "Thank you for inviting me! This is going to be amazing!"

You and Levi began rambling about all the things you wanted to do at the concert and what you'd need to prepare in advance for the ultimate experience.

Levi couldn't believe it! He was going to spend an entire weekend getting to show you the things that he loved! It'd be just the two of you and it'd be perfect.

"I have an idea," Levi felt himself tense as Lucifer spoke up once more. "Why don't we all go together? That way you can spend time with Diavolo, while also getting to attend the concert?"

Levi's heart sunk as you squealed at the idea, jumping excitedly around a smiling Lucifer.

So much for his perfect, romantic, weekend.

Mammon took a deep breath as he stared at your bedroom door.

This was it. He was finally going to tell you how he felt.

He had it all planned out. He was going to go in there, and gift you the necklace he had noticed you looking at the last time the two of you went downtown. Then, he'd explain how through the past months of living with you and being your protector, that he found himself becoming enraptured by every single little thing that you do. He'd explain how he knows that he's clingy and greedy when it comes to spending time with you, but that's because there's nothing he treasures more than being by your side. And then, he'd say that he loves you, and hope that you say the same in return.

Fucking romantic right? Mammon had this in the bag.

He confidently lifted his chin as he knocked on your door before walking in. "Hey MC! I know it's late, but do ya gotta-" he trailed off at the sight before him.

Both you and Lucifer were in fluffy, white robes on your bed. Lucifer had a headband in his hair, brushing his bangs away from his clay mask-covered face. You were beside him, also sporting a mask, your tongue peeking out of the corner of your mouth as you carefully painted his nails.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his brother, obviously annoyed at being disturbed, while you smiled over at Mammon. "Hey, Mams! Just a sec," you smoothly finished applying a coat of red polish to Lucifer's pinky finger before recapping the bottle and turning to the white-haired demon. "What's up?"

Mammon felt his face heat up, as he quickly hid the small box in his hands behind his back. "I- Uh- Nothin'! Just wanted to talk with ya. Can ya come with me for a few minutes?"

Lucifer sighed as he examined his freshly painted nails. "Might I remind you that you're the one disturbing us, Mammon? If you've got something to say," Mammon gulped as knowing, irked, obsidian eyes bore into his, "spit it out."

You smacked Lucifer's arm. "Hey! Be nice," you offered Mammon a sympathetic smile as you turned back to him. "Sorry, Mammon. You were saying?"

Mammon swallowed down the lump in his throat as humiliation flooded his veins. He awkwardly looked away and waved off your concern. "Nah. It was nothin' important," he subtly slid the necklace box into his back pocket, "I-I'll talk with ya tomorrow or somethin'. It's nothin' ya need to worry about."

You blinked owlishly at Mammon. He could practically see the gears churning inside your head; you obviously thought something was wrong. "Are you sure? If it matters to you, Mammon, that means it's important. I can spare a few minutes if it's really bothering you."

You began to stand up, but as you did, Lucifer caught your wrist."MC, he already said you didn't need to worry about it. If it was that important, he would've just told us. I'm sure everything is fine," Mammon tensed as Lucifer shifted his cold gaze onto him, "right?"

Mammon quickly nodded as he stumbled back towards the door. "Yeah! Yes! Everything is perfectly fine! I-I'll just get goin' and leave to continue whatever this is. Bye!" He scurried out of the room, slamming the door behind him, before slumping against it.

He could faintly hear the sounds of you scolding Lucifer, and felt himself slump in defeat.

He'd just have to try again another day.

Belphegor fluffed the blankets and pillows that he had set up in the backyard.

It was perfect. He had actually put in work to make sure it was.

A sea of blankets would protect the two of you from the chilly, Devildom, night air, while his finest pillows would make sure you were comfortable. He had brought out a thermos filled with tea and some snacks to make the evening extra cozy.

It was everything the two of you would need to take in the meteor shower tonight.

A click sounded behind him. Belphie perked and quickly turned to greet with you a smile.

Only, instead of you, a rather smug-looking Lucifer stood in the doorway.

Belphie growled and went back to arranging pillows. "What do you want?"

Lucifer shrugged and began to set up a telescope. Belphie gritted his teeth at the sight of it. "I'm just here to take in the meteor shower like you are. That's all. It is quite a beautiful sight after all, and it also happens to be very enlightening."

Belphegor sneered at his older brother as he turned away from him. "Well do it somewhere else! I'm watching the shower here with MC, not you. So go away!"

Lucifer tilted his head in mock confusion as he held up his phone. "Oh dear, but I've already invited the others to join us out here."

Belphie's head snapped up at Lucifer's words. "You what?!"

As though summoned, the rest of his brothers toppled into the backyard.

"I was unaware there was a meteor shower tonight," Satan claimed as he laid down his own blanket near Belphie's perfectly structured nest. "To think I almost missed out on it."

"Eh, I don't care about any stupid stars or anythin'," Belphie groaned in annoyance as Mammon plopped himself down beside him. "But if anythin' falls near us, then those meteor pieces have gotta be worth a fortune!"

Levi scoffed and rolled his eyes as he leaned against the house, game counsel still in hand. "Nothing's actually falling, dumb ass. They're just space rocks passing by."

Asmodeus giggled while he snuggled himself up on Belphie's other side. Belphie wrinkled up his nose and tried to lean away from the physical affection. "Then why are you out here, Levi, if they're just space rocks? Can't you admit that they're beautiful, like me, and you wanted to experience something real for once?"

Levi let out a squawk of embarrassment. "There isn't anything that 'reality can offer me that anime can't! I've seen meteor showers at least ten times all with amazing shots and angles that you could never get in real life!"

Asmodeus merely shook his head in response. "Whatever you say, Levi," he reached over to the picnic basket that Belphie for you and him had packed and held it over his head. "Beel! Snacks!"

Belphegor gaped at his twin as the ginger giant grabbed the basket and sat down behind them. "Beel?! You too?"

Beel looked down guiltily and looked through the food. "I'm sorry, Belphie. But Lucifer said there'd be snacks and that everyone else was going to be there, and I thought it'd be nice to have a family event."

Belphie groaned and held his head in his hands. "You knew I was planning this for just me and MC though."

Beel frowned and held out a cookie to his twin. "Sorry."

Before Belphie could argue anymore or even get the chance to kick everyone out, the door opened once more.

"Oh," everyone looked over to see you standing there in your pyjamas. Belphie's heart clenched as your confused eyes found his. "I didn't know this was a group gathering! I would've brought down some pillows for everyone or some snacks if I had known!" you smiled brightly at the group as you walked towards them.

"No need. Belphie went ahead and provided enough for everyone already," Lucifer claimed and patted the ground next him. "You can sit with me, MC. There's plenty of space over here."

Belphie cursed under his breath as you accepted Lucifer's offer and huffed as the meteor shower began.

Lucifer smirked as he took in his brother's defeat with glee, and you babbled away none-the-wiser by his side.

His brothers could try to woo you and corrupt you all they wanted, but Lucifer wasn't going anywhere. For every attempt they'd make, he'd be there to stop it.

You had deemed Lucifer your big brother, after all, and as such, he'd make sure that you were always safe from his brothers' infernal influences.

***The ending is meh, but whatever! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! It was both fun and hassle to write, but I love it nonetheless! Thanks for your amazing support and love! Sorry for the lack of fics lately. Love you all!***

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 2 years

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Into The New (chapter 1: Brand New World)

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(a/n: Hey again guys! Here’s the first real chapter of this Origins fic! It’s a little on the shorter side but I hope you like it. The pacing will be a bit different than the DSMP one hopefully. More lighthearted and silly like the OSMP itself lol~ But please lemme know if you guys like this by commenting and reblogging! It keeps me writing and inspired! QwQ Thank you! 💗)

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You were… at a loss to be honest.

When you woke up the second time you just stared down at your now animal lower half.

What else could you have really been expected to do??

I mean it wasn’t every day you woke up… wherever the hell you were with a horse(??) body for your lower half. Well… you’d first assumed it was a horse half anyways. But once you’d entered a state of semi calmness you actually inspected it further and realized it wasn’t a horse at all. Because you’re pretty sure horses don’t have cloven hooves. …Or antlers.. …Or short little deer-like tails.

So… reindeer? Or maybe a caribou? You’re not sure to be honest. You’re pretty sure there’s a difference between the two but you’re not savvy on what it is. Maybe caribou were bigger? Either way you’re a reindeer centaur thing now. You guess it could be worse. You could be half an animal that didn’t have legs, like a walrus or something. Or god, what about a water based animal like a fish. Would you have been given gills or just left to suffer? You try not to think about it. Just look on the bright side! ….The antlers are cool, if not a bit cumbersome to get used to.

So-... okay. You’re not sure where you are. No, scratch that. You’re pretty fucking sure you’re IN(??) Minecraft. Like 90% sure if the blocky way everything looks is any indication. But that didn’t really give you much to go with. Though you supposed it didn’t matter either way. This was obviously a dream or something. You’ve never really lucid dreamed before but you’re guessing this is what it’s like? It was pretty cool, if not a bit frightening. Though you guessed you could just enjoy it while it lasted. Who knew when you’d wake up.

With that settled you decided to just.. go with the flow.

And the first order of business for you to handle was actually just figuring out how to walk with four legs. But if newborn animals can do it practically in no time then you should have no trouble at all!

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Okay it’s harder than it looks.

You’d tried getting the back legs up first before moving onto the front ones, but they’d started wobbling and you’d nearly face planted into the grass. Thankfully you’d been able to catch yourself in time. You wished you could use a tree or something as support but you tried and only succeeded in getting your antlers stuck in the damn branches. So that was a no go.

But after some embarrassing trial and error you were up and standing! And thankfully not too much later you were tentatively walking around. And to your delight it was very fun to trot. Soon you were picking up speed and cantering around the small clearing. Giggles bubbled in your chest as you went even faster, heading into the woods, galloping between the trees now. Peals of giddy laughter echoed around you as you ran. You can’t remember the last time you’d had so much fun running around, if ever.

You were having so much fun that you sort of glossed over that you weren’t really getting tired, despite running through the woods for nearly 10 minutes straight..

After running around for a while longer you eventually slowed to a stop before really taking in your surroundings. Which were lovely by the way, all green grass and tall trees. Though you couldn’t take the scenery in for long before you realized that it was getting close to dusk.

It was at that point that you heard shuffling behind you, and when you turned around you saw a creeper inspecting you. That… scared you more than you cared to admit and without thinking you screamed and kicked the poor mossy thing. Killing it instantly. It didn’t even survive long enough to get thrown back, it just poofed from the kick itself. Guilt briefly flooded you, the poor thing hadn’t even been going to explode, it looked like it was just checking you out curiously. Which was understandable. You are a reindeer centaur thing now..

But now that you’re more or less used to being… this. You’re not sure what to do.

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Okay so you decided to explore. You’d have gone to sleep but… you’ll need wool to make a bed and you felt bad about killing the sheep just for their wool. And you didn’t have any iron to make shears so no sleep it was. Pulling the all nighter wasn’t so bad though, you didn’t even feel tired! Plus all the extra time let you work to get yourself some materials. You got wood, stone, and then some tools to go mining! Though you had to mine a 4x4 hole to be able to fit..

You’d been sure to take into account your antlers when marking how high to mine (after knocking them into the low ceiling first..) but you’d mistakenly only mined a two block wide hole first and then after running out of torches you tried turning around to go back to your crafting table outside and… couldn’t. You weren’t able to turn around all the way, what with the whole caribou lower half and all. That’d been embarrassing. So you’d just walked backwards until you managed to squeeze out.

So much trial and error.

But you didn’t get discouraged! You just kept on going.

And soon you mined enough iron to craft some armor! Not that you’d actually need it though.. Every mob you’ve come into contact with has been utterly benign towards you. Just watching you curiously or ignoring you entirely. Which was just fine with you, because it sure made things like mining easier..

Oh! The chestplate fits great! The whole crafting table thing was still odd, what with you feeding assorted things into the patterns on the ‘screen’ that appeared over the table, just to have them sort of… shift? Into the desired object you’d been waiting for. Weird, but definitely very cool. You’re surprised that your brain came up with such an awesome idea for your dream.

Now onto the other pieces of armor!

….

……..

..You can’t wear the iron leggings…

They don’t fit your lower half!

..Unsurprisingly, you guess, what with you being uh… quadrupedal down there these days.

Though now you just feel like a dumbass for making them without thinking. You facepalm and mumble to yourself that of course regular bottoms won’t fit you. You look at them and sigh, figuring they were now just a loss since you couldn’t (to your knowledge) reverse craft something to get your ingots back.

But the longer you look at the leggings the more an idea forms in your head.

Why can’t you just melt them down, back into ingots? You’d watched enough niche metal working youtube videos at 2am to know how it was done. At least enough not to fuck everything up. All you would need would be a forge, a crucible, a bellows, and some time.

And to make those things you’d need sand, clay, leather, wood, and fire. So it looks like you’ve got the rest of your day planned out.

With that settled you started working to see if you could actually melt down iron stuff. Making the forge was easy. All you did was make a ‘skeleton’ frame out of wooden sticks, then you mixed together clay and sand before building it up around the frame. Then it was as simple as starting a fire inside it to ‘cook’ it so it would harden up. The real hard part was making the bellows. You needed leather for that, which meant killing cows.. Which you felt guilty about.

Hoping you maybe had some leather in your inventory, you opened it and accidentally brushed against the line at the bottom, revealing the Creative inventory. You gaped before giving a shocked,

“YOOO!!!”

This was such a cool development! It’s like your dream (or whatever the hell was going on) heard your thoughts and gave you unlimited stuff! Honestly you were just pumped that you wouldn’t have to kill any more cows. They were so sweet and gentle, killing them made you feel so guilty. Especially when they moo’d so sadly.

“Now I can make the bellows!” You cheered while grabbing some leather from the inventory.

The rest of your day and night was spent hyper focused on the forge.

…You never noticed that at no point did you become hungry or thirsty.

…Nor did you notice you hadn’t technically slept for far over a day.

But finally around early morning you had everything set up and the iron heating up in the melting pot. And after heating it to red hot temperatures you managed to melt down the iron leggings. Then you took the crucible of molten metal with a pair of tongs you made and poured it into the dirt ingot shaped mold in the ground.

Idly you noticed the familiar sound of you getting an alert for making an advancement, but you were too focused to check on it.

Reader has made the advancement [Forged In Fire]

Oh, but everyone else noticed…

#Into The New #minecraft fanfiction #Reader #Origin smp #OSMP #minecraft

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yuckydraws · 3 years

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For the romantic requests could you do Bear and #6?

6 - “Will you marry me?”

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It’s rare that you ever come home and Bear isn’t on the couch, ready to greet you happily.

You’re not too worried though, knowing that he’s probably in the backyard, either working or doodling in that notebook of his.

He’s always writing or drawing in it, and he keeps it close at all times. His gaping head injury left him with memory problems, and the notebook is his way of remembering things that happen to him. At least until he’s read it enough to commit it to his long term memory.

You close the front door, and move to slip off your shoes, when you notice something - a rose petal on the ground right in front of you.

Huh.

You go to pick it up, and notice another one just in front of it.

And another one, and another one.

Oh!

A trail of rose petals?

A smile grows on your face. Bear is such a sweetheart, always surprising you with stuff. Your mood instantly skyrockets, just what has he put together this time?

You follow the trail, ignoring Sugar’s “no shoes on the carpet” rule, just this once, seeing as the petals lead right to the back door. Opening the back door, you look for Bear, only to come up empty. Hm.

You continue along the path, realizing pretty quickly where it’s taking you: the clearing in the woods behind your house.

The picnic spot.

Making it to the clearing, you see fairy lights set up on the branches, a yummy looking picnic set out on top of a quilt, and Bear pacing around seeming nervous.

He’s dressed up. Which is odd for Bear. Of course he puts some effort into what he wears when he takes you on dates, but he’s actually wearing a dress shirt?

… As much as you’d love to just stand here and admire how nice he looks in it, you need to get him out of whatever mental spiral he’s having to cause him to pace like this.

“Are you okay, love?” You call out worriedly. Bear freezes, looking at you with a growing blue blush. Even from here, you can see how that big red eye-light of his dilates when he focuses on you. Stars, you love when it does that.

He just nods and makes his way over to you.

“i’m okay now that you’re here.” He says smoothly while taking your hands and leading you to the picnic set up. You snort at his words.

“Nice one.” You joke.

He sits you both down on the picnic blanket, and starts getting out the plates and utensils. You notice how his hands are shaking and you quickly try to take his mind off of whatever is worrying him.

“This is so nice! Thank you so much! What’s the occasion?”

Apparently that was the wrong question, because he starts to sweat (which you still don’t understand how skeletons do, but you’ve never gotten a better answer than “magic”).

“…uh…” He gets out, looking anywhere but you.

You place a comforting hand on his shoulder, which causes him to finally look you in the eye.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me, it’s a surprise right?” You give him a gentle smile, and he blushes a bit, and nods.

“How about I tell you what happened at work? You will not believe what Sandy did-” You start blabbing on and on, and you notice how much Bear relaxes at the subject change. It’s familiar - you talking about everything and nothing and Bear listening, intervening telling a joke every so often.

You both eat, and it’s not until you lay your head on his shoulder with satisfied sigh that he starts to look nervous again.

“That was sooooo yummy. I should give the chef a kiss!” You joke, sitting up and leaning closer to Bear. His face erupts in navy blue, as he places his hands on your waist.

“heh…” He chuckles nervously. “…i didn’t cook it. sugar did.”

“Whaaaat?”

“i know. i’m a fraud…”

You giggle and give him a little kiss anyways, looking up at him expectantly.

“Sooo….” You start.

“…i wanted to show you something.” He moves away from you to dig through the picnic basket and pull out what looks like a scrapbook.

He turns back to you and looks down at it in his hands.

“it’s…” He stops himself, seeming to be searching for the words before he settles on, “well, you’ll see.”

He hands it to you and you gingerly take it. The cover is simple, just a delicate lace pattern, leaving you with no idea what’s in it.

You look up at him, to see him watching you intently. It gives you an idea.

You scoot over to him until you can climb into his lap with your back facing him. He just watches as you do this, supporting you with his hands on your waist as you get comfortable. You look up at him with a smile.

“I know you’ve already seen what’s in here, but this way we can look at it together.”

He gives you that happy lopsided grin of his and hugs you close, resting his head on your shoulder, and staring down at the book in your hands. You take that as a sign to open it.

It’s…

Full of note pages. Some really old and worn, and they’re obviously not all from the same notebook with the differing sizes.

But, you recognize Bears small, neat handwriting. As you read through the first page… you realize exactly what he put together for you.

It’s full of notes that he had written about you in his notebooks. There’s little tidbits in there about you. How he feels about you, stories you’ve told him, notes about your favorite things, times you did something silly that had him rolling on the floor laughing, and everything he never wanted to forget about you.

But it’s also full of your milestones as a couple.

The day you first met, little run in’s you had, the day you became friends, the day you became more than friends, when he realized he was in love with you and all the little firsts you both shared.

There’s pictures too, wherever he could find a picture to match his notes, he placed them with it.

By the time you get to the last page, the sun has started to set and you’re crying.

You look at Bear through the corner of your eye and you see him looking at you, his eye-light fuzzy and dilated. You wipe your teary eyes and sniff.

“I almost don’t want to read the last one. This is so beautiful.” You say, your voice all shaky. Bear chuckles, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

“well, i hope you do… it’s an important one.” He jokes but you can tell he’s nervous. More nervous than ever.

You squeeze his hand back and look at the page.

On it? He talks about just how much he loves you. How he feels when you walk in a room, how he’d trust you with anything, and how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

At the bottom of the page, is another picture of you both, one that Sugar must have taken without your knowledge because it’s very candid and domestic. It’s of you both joking around while working in the garden, all smiles.

Bear closes the book, setting it aside, and surprises you by getting up and helping you up.

But he doesn’t stay up for long.

Soon he’s on his knee in front of you.

You clutch your hands to your chest.

He relishes in the moment, looking up at you with all the love in the world.

His eye-light morphs into a little upside down heart, and he reaches into his pocket to pull out a ring. He holds it in front of him, and finally speaks again.

“will you marry me?”

#anon #yucky answers #yucky writes #hehe open endinnggggg #we all know they say yes though #thank you so much for the request this one was so fun!#cheesy but fun #this is totally how he’d propose #undertale #sans #horrortale #horrortale sans #ht sans #ht sans/reader #y/n #gender neutral reader

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neonacity · 3 years

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LUCID | NCT DREAM ‘00 LINE X READER | CH.3

LUCID DREAMS - A TYPE OF DREAM WHEREIN THE PERSON IS AWARE THAT THEY ARE CAUGHT IN A DREAM WORLD.

Summary: It was supposed to be a harmless, professional transaction. You were to tutor a group of boys, get your pay at the end of the day, and go home to your loving fiance. Kids aren’t supposed to be dangerous, right? So why, then, are you caught up in a web of madness that slowly makes you feel like you’re in a living nightmare?

A/N: Third chapter is here! Again, thank you to all those who are supporting the story. Once again, this is a yandere plot featuring NCT Dream ‘00 line which means there will be mature themes in the story as well as obsessive, toxic behavior. If you’re a minor, please refrain from interacting. If this isn’t your thing, then just scroll and skip. In no way am I condoning anything written here— this is not love, this is obsession—nor do I think that any of the people mentioned here will act any way like in this story. This is purely a work of fiction.

Genre: yandere, horror, suspense

TW: abuse, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, suggestive scenes, stalking, possible kidnapping, mental health. Age gap–though nothing dramatic. Everyone is of legal age. Creepy, creepy, creepy! This will be updated as the story goes along.

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

“Insane madness of the living can be more, more terrible than the bloody hunger of the undead...”

― Silvia Liam

The rules of hunting down prey are simple. First, you observe to take note of their weakness, then you stalk...waiting for the right opportunity to take your shot. Hunting is more often about a game of time than aim sometimes. You jump too soon and you risk scaring your target to a successful escape, or you do it too late that you let them fully slip through your grasp. Hunting... has always been about perfect timing.

"You already know the rules of the game, right boy?"

The frail form of a seven year old child cowered against the foot of a dead tree, eyes shaking as it regarded the man leering at him. The sky was a deep dark velvet above them, and the only source of light came from the full moon that dipped in and out between the passing clouds. A bell dingled from the tight chain strapped around his left ankle when he moved, the sound causing the smile on the man's face twist into a wicked grin.

The hum of a gun being cocked sent the boy to give a choked sob. He shakily tried to stand up from his spot and pressed his palm against the rough bark of the tree to support himself, his wide eyes set on the looming form that has taken a step closer to where he stood.

"It's the first sturgeon moon tonight, so we are going to change the rules a little bit, okay?" Those words only made the child shake harder, the thin shirt he had now clinging to him like second skin due to the cold sweats gripping him.

"You run. And if I catch you, you die," the man cooed as he craned his face a bit to the side, causing the light from the moon to illuminate his features briefly. He looked handsome, inhuman, like he was one of the fallen souls exiled to earth at the beginning of times.

The man moved the arm holding his hunting gun and used it to lift the chin of the boy still cowering in front of him. He smiled—a smile so beautiful and dangerous it can make angels weep.

"But if you die, then your brothers will be the one running in this forest to take your place. So...make sure I don't catch you, hmm?"

Tears finally streamed down the bruised cheeks of the child as he realized what he was up to tonight. Eyes wide with fear, he pushed himself off the tree he was leaning on and started making a run for it.

He could still hear his words even as he dove deep into the woods, the bell on his feet masking his thundering footsteps.

"Seven bullets! You have one minute to hide, son~!"

Gunshots pierced the night air like a wailing scream.

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Bang!

Jeno lowered his hunting rifle and let go of his breath slowly. Despite the shadows cast by the towering trees surrounding him, his eyes could still clearly see the slight flailing of the fawn he just shot before it went completely still. Above him, a flock of crows looked down on the fallen prey with their beady eyes, as if gauging the best time to dive for their feast.

He slowly picked himself up from his hiding spot, a wide oak tree with overarching branches that hid him from sight. He's been crouched there for a good half hour or so, just waiting for the fawn to finally circle the area. He's been observing it for the past week or so, taking note of its routes, and today he decided to make the kill.

Unlike other hunters, Jeno prefers the thrill that comes with stalking his prey over simply making a successful game. For him, the fun of hunting is in the process and not in its ending—a kill , after all, means nothing if you didn't work hard for it.

He looked down on the small fawn now as it lay lifeless on the mossy forest ground with its glassy eyes still open. Leaning over, he lightly pressed his hand over it to feel its heartbeat just to check if he killed it properly.

It was so beautiful and graceful just prancing in the forest a few days ago….it would be a shame if it suffers now.

"Hey, you got it?" A voice from the edge of the clearing made him look around. Haechan emerged from between the trees, his own hunting rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Yup. What did you get?"

The other boy lifted a brown sack and gave it a light shake.

"Got three rabbits. I'm too lazy to skin them here so I'll just ask Taeyong-hyung to do it. Want to go back now?"

Jeno turned to look back at the fawn in front of him briefly before finally shaking his head. He didn't really want to go back to the mansion yet, so he decided to just throw an excuse to the other for now.

"You go ahead. I'll just skin it right here," he said casually over his shoulder at his brother. Haechan, too cold and too bored to stay another minute in the humid woods, gave a wave of his hand before turning back. Unlike Jeno, he prefers the comforts and luxuries of the manor over anything else.

"I'll go ahead then. Try to get back before nightfall, the forest can be a dangerous place~" he said in a sing-song voice, knowing full well it was a useless warning he just gave.

Jeno simply ignored him and silently pulled his skinning knife from his belt so he could get to work. Nights in the forest have never scared him, he knew it like the back of his hand.

If anything, it is the creatures there who should be terrified of him.

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You glanced over at Jisung and Chenle who were currently immersed in their readings over the page you’ve been scanning. The sun is about to set in just a few minutes and you have the last session of the day scheduled for the pair before you could pack up and go home. Your lips slightly quirked into a smile as you watched Jisung lean over slightly into the other to silently ask about something, Chenle looking up from his pages to roll his eyes before patiently answering. The two have such different personalities from each other, which adorably and ironically, makes them work so well together.

If you're going to be honest with yourself now, you'd say it is your time with the two youngest that you enjoy the most as Rosewood's tutor. Chenle and Jisung were withdrawn and shy at first, but the pair slowly started warming up to you as time went by. Maybe it's because they are younger, but you prefer the innocent air around them every time you would have your lessons. Chenle is the chattier and the more confident of the two, but with his help, even the shy Jisung also started lightly joking around with you on his best days.

That's not to say that you hate your time with the rest of the brothers. You've only ever had one session with Mark—which went so well as expected from the eldest—while the rest have always been polite and casual. There isn’t really anything about your job and connection with any of the boys that should put you on edge and yet... you have to admit that there are still those rare moments when you just feel as if something is out of place. You couldn't really place your finger on it, nor have you blatantly caught anything suspicious, but sometimes you just feel odd whenever you are around any of the four middle children. It’s something similar to being watched...like there is an imaginary pair of eyes always pinned to the back of your head, or the ghost feeling of hands hovering around your throat.

Your eyes flickered now to the grand clock on the far side of the room which finally struck five. Closing your own book which you have been scouring over, you called out towards the two who quickly looked up from their work.

"Alright, time's up. Have you answered the first two questions at least?" You asked with a smile. Chenle groaned and pointed at Jisung accusingly.

"I only got three questions because he kept disturbing me, noona."

Jisung frowned and you had to keep your laugh back with how offended he looked.

"Hey, I wasn't disturbing you. I was just asking questions."

"Okay, okay. Don't fight now. Do you want an extension for the chapter quiz? We do have our next lesson the day after tomorrow."

Their faces simultaneously lit up.

"Can we do that?" Chenle asked.

"Yes, but I'll have to leave you the assignment of reading another chapter and finishing the questionnaire for that as well. That'll be your homework, okay?" You tried your best to put on your best impression of a stern look, which only made the two giggle.

"Okay, noona."

"You promise you'll do it?"

Jisung put up his right hand and placed his left one over his heart.

"We promise."

That made you chuckle. "Well then, that will be all for today. I'll see you again tomorrow, okay? I'll have lessons with your brothers but just come to me if you have any questions." You gathered the rest of the papers that you have sprawled on the desk you were using before waving the two goodbye.

You were in the middle of trying to fit in a rather stubborn pile of files on your bag that you didn't really notice the tall figure that entered from the front door. When you finally looked up, it was already too late for you to stop crashing straight first into someone's chest, if not for the strong hands that held you steady. You felt an arm settle on your waist, and another on your back as you almost toppled when you hastily stepped back.

"Oh! I am so sorr—" you looked up with wide eyes to see Jeno looking down on you. Your words died in your throat when your eyes caught the red stain on his neck and you gasped.

"Jeno, what happened?!" Your voice raised in panic as you stared wide eyed at the blood running down the side of his neck. He gave you a slight look of confusion before raising a hand to touch the area you've been staring at.

"Ah… this…"

You didn't wait for him to finish. Quickly, you grabbed his hand and turned on your heels to drag him to the opposite direction. You didn't look back to see his surprised expression, and before he could even say anything, you had already pushed him into one of the expansive bathrooms down the nearest hallway.

"Sit there."

You pushed him urgently on the closed toilet seat before you proceeded to rummage on the hidden compartment behind the mirror that Taeyong showed you before. You quickly grabbed the box of first aid kit there and hastily opened an antiseptic wipe.

"Uhm...noona…"

You didn't pay him any attention, too focused on what you needed to do. You quickly kneeled in front of him so that you were more eye-level with each other before finally pressing the damp wipe against his injury.

"Shh. This might sting a little. We have to see how deep your wound is and stop the bleeding," you said, a small frown creasing your brows as your fingers gently dabbed at his skin. You were so focused on what you were doing that you didn't notice the light in his eyes shift as he looked at you closely.

His gaze dropped to your slightly parted lips, then at the look of concentration on your features.

Are you...worried about him?

Your frown deepened as you finally managed to wipe most of the blood away from his skin. The antiseptic sheet you were using has already turned dark red from the liquid, but still you haven't—

"It's not my blood," Jeno said plainly, his voice suddenly sounding too close to you. You looked up to him in confusion, and for the first time you realized how close the two of you were. His gaze didn't waver from your face, pinning you into the spot where you are kneeling in front of him.

"Not your…"

"I was hunting. I was skinning the game I caught but my hand slipped and I hit a major vein. This is deer blood."

If your face wasn't burning after realizing how close the two of you were at the moment, it is definitely on fire now. You opened your mouth to say something, then closed it again in embarrassment. Jeno continued staring at you and you watched as his lips ever so slightly curled into a smirk.

That made you suddenly stand up from your crouch. He calmly followed you with his gaze, a mix of curiosity and amusement in his brown eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were injured so I panicked," you stuttered as your eyes fell on the bloody wipe that is still on your hands. You quickly ducked to throw it away just so you could avoid his gaze.

Jeno followed your every move closely before slightly leaning his head to the side. He seems to be mulling over something, face now devoid of any telling emotions.

"Were you concerned about me?" He asked, tone curious. You glanced at him in surprise, stunned that he would ask such a question. It was bad enough that you stumbled over your words when you finally managed a reply.

"Of course I was concerned. Anyone would be."

Jeno slowly stood up from where he sat and for the first time, you realized just how much he towered over you. It didn't help that the two of you were in a much smaller space than usual which sent a wave of claustrophobia to wash you over briefly. You involuntarily took a step back, eyes only high enough to meet the base of his neck.

"Why though?" He asked again, and you could genuinely hear the curiosity in his tone. You frowned. He was asking...as if he isn't used to such a level of care. As if things like this are so foreign to him.

"Because you are my student. And I wouldn't want to see anyone hurt."

For a moment, Jeno didn't say anything else. He simply looked at you while you tried so hard not to flinch under his heavy gaze.

Then, as if a switch had been turned, he took a step to the side to free some space between the two of you. Your eyes shot to his face when he did that, and you were met by his boyish smile that crinkled his eyes into half moons.

That made you blink. You see it on him whenever he is with the rest of his brothers, but it was the first time he ever smiled that way to you.

"Thank you, noona. I appreciate it."

It was as if a blockage in your throat dissolved all of a sudden. You smiled back, a sense of relief overtaking you.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I panicked, too."

"It's cute. Nobody has ever…" he trailed off before shrugging. "I guess, it's because we're all men here. So none of us are used to that kind of care."

You nodded slowly at that. It really must be hard...being in this kind of household. Now that you think about it, the boys are technically orphans.

"Anyway, I have to go. I need to get back before dark. I'm not really a big fan of night drives," you said as you picked up the bag you had haphazardly thrown into the sink in your panic earlier. Jeno simply watched you silently from where he stood.

"Make sure to be careful next time alright? Don't give anyone a heart attack again," you smiled before finally excusing yourself out. He smiled back and gave a nod of goodbye as you closed the door.

Jeno turned to the mirror in front of him and slowly touched the part of his neck where your fingers grazed earlier. It was cold now from the antiseptic you had rubbed, but he could still remember how good the warmth of your touch felt against his skin when you were trying to wash the blood away. He curled his fingers slightly over the area now, leaving half moon marks as his nails dug there.

Oh what he would do to have you touch him again.

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"Pretty neat, huh?" You grinned at Jaehyun as he parked the car in front of the manor. You watched as your boyfriend's eyes moved over the impressive facade of the structure in front of him, knowing full well that his architect training is kicking in.

"Not bad. Victorian-era, probably. The stones look old but the place looks pretty well-kept…"

You grinned to yourself now as you leaned back on your seat. Of course you have absolutely no reason to be proud of something you don't own, but you can't help but boast a little at your boyfriend. It is your workplace after all.

Jaehyun turned to his seat now to give you a slightly guilty smile. He sighed before reaching out for your hand.

"Are you sure you will be okay though? I'm sorry about borrowing your car all of a sudden, the timing is just so bad."

You gave his hand a squeeze before patting it with your other. He was supposed to go on a three day business trip away from the city when his car, all of a sudden, just wouldn't start this morning. He wouldn't make it if he waits for the shop to fix it so the both of you decided to just have him use yours for now. At least he has enough time to drive you to work, which is why the two of you now are parked outside the manor, 10 minutes before your first lesson has to start.

"Don't worry about it. I'll make sure to pick up your car later. I'll have the taxi drive me there."

Jaehyun glanced back at the mansion briefly.

"Are you sure you can get a taxi here though? This is pretty far off the main road…"

Well...to be honest, you weren't even really sure about that yourself but he didn't have to worry about it right now. You nodded and reached over for your bag with a smile.

"Yes. Or I'll just ask Taeyong for help if I can't get one. I'm pretty sure they have some taxi companies in contact."

Jaehyun still didn't look convinced but gave you a small nod nevertheless. His eyes were back to studying the house again which made you chuckle.

"Jae, I'll be fine. You have to go now or you'll be late to your conference. Thanks for driving me here," picking up the last of your things, you leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheeks. He responded by pulling you over for a slightly longer kiss when you tried to move away.

"Yah, Jung Jaehyun. We'll both be late if you don't stop," you whispered softly with an amused tone. He laughed before finally letting you pull back.

"Just getting my fill of it since I won't see you in three days. Call me once you get home later, okay?"

"Mmn. Take care, too. Go get that deal closed," you gave him a wink before finally opening the passenger seat. You watched as he finally pulled away from the driveway and waited until he disappeared again on the long winding road before turning towards the manor again. You were almost at the front steps when the doors finally opened, spilling Haechan, Renjun, and Jaemin out of them. You frowned slightly as you took notice of the canvases they were carrying as you approached the group.

"Hey...are you going somewhere? Class is about to start." You asked curiously, eyes landing finally on the small leather bag that Renjun was carrying. It seems to be full of art supplies.

"We're doing a free art class today, right noona?" The eldest of the trio asked. You nodded, still a bit confused.

"Renjun suggested we do it in the garden since the weather is nice today," Jaemin finally said. "We think it'll be a nice change from the stuffy rooms inside," he slightly jerked his head back at the wide windows of the manor which are currently shut back with thick curtains. You glanced at them briefly too before nodding slowly in understanding.

"Oh… I mean… It's not a bad idea. We can have the first session outside while the sun is still bearable, I guess."

That made Jaemin, and most especially Renjun smile. The boy can be withdrawn most of the time, but you did notice that he looks happiest whenever you do creative classes.

"Thank you, noona."

"No problem. I'll just put my bag inside and then I'll follow you. Why don't you set up your things first?"

You've taken a couple of steps towards the front door already when Haechan suddenly spoke up.

"Who was with you, noona?"

That froze you on your tracks. Slowly, you turned to face the trio again. They saw Jaehyun drive off?

"Oh, that was my boyfriend. He dropped me off today," you said casually with a smile. Haechan leaned his head a little bit to the side in curiosity.

"But he took your car…"

"Yes, he did. His broke down so he had to borrow mine. He's leaving for a three-day trip so—" you stopped all of a sudden, realizing that you're explaining things too much. There's nothing wrong about what you said but there was still a part of you that made you feel a little...exposed. Jaemin, Haechan, and Renjun, fortunately, didn't seem to notice and continued to politely look at you.

"Anyway, I'll just grab a cab to go home," you continued with a smile. "There are some who stop by here, right?"

"Yes. Or we can just ask Taeyong-hyung to drive you. He is the only one who has a license among us," Jaemin offered with a casual shrug.

"Ah, maybe I'll have to bother him this one time if I can't get a cab," you said with a sheepish smile. "Okay, I do have to bring my things inside. I'll see you."

You have already reached the top of the steps before the double doors when you finally realized something. Quickly you turned to the three boys who were just about to disappear to the side of the house leading to the manicured gardens.

"Wait, where's Jeno?"

It was Jaemin who answered.

"Oh yeah. He can't come. He is on bed rest."

You frowned.

"What happened?"

Haechan snickered which caused Renjun to shoot him a reprimanding look.

"He got into a hunting accident," the boy explained as he barely tried to keep his lips from twitching with amusement. "He was foolish enough to get stabbed in the chest by a stag."

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You gave the oak wood door a few light taps before drawing your hand back to yourself. You still weren't sure if this is a good idea, and yet here you are standing outside Jeno's room, the expansive hallway making you feel too small and out of place. This is the first time you've been in this part of the mansion since you only ever roamed the lower floors for your classes, and you couldn't help but feel a little strange at the heaviness of the air clinging around you now.

Maybe it's because it is where the private quarters of the boys are, but the corridor was only slightly illuminated by dimmed lighting from the lamps on the walls. Everything was silent, and for a moment you wondered if you got the wrong door that Taeyong gave directions to when you told him you wanted to check on Jeno. You have already taken a step back and was about to turn away when you heard some rustling from inside the room. It was followed by a voice muffled by the thick wood separating you from the other side of the door.

"Come in."

You froze on your spot for a few seconds before finally managing to shake yourself to open the door before you slowly. Peering around it, the first thing you noticed was how big the room was—it looked more like a smaller section of a house than a private quarters. It was dark, but a quick look at it told you that it was mostly bare if you don't count the essentials, which is a simple desk by the side, a long couch, and, in the middle, a four poster bed.

Your eyes landed on Jeno who was looking at you with equal mild surprise. He was propped against the headboard of his bed, the light from the laptop on his lap illuminating his face. You noticed that he didn't have a shirt on, but most of his skin from the right shoulder down to his chest was covered by bandages.

"Hi," you smiled, suddenly feeling conscious now as you stepped into his room.

"Um. Hi. What are you…"

"I heard that you were injured so I just dropped by to check on you," you quickly answered to diffuse any awkwardness that is in danger of settling between the two of you. Jeno blinked, as if processing what you just said.

"Uh… sorry, I didn't realize that I might be disturbing you. I can also just go back another time and—"

"No," He said all of a sudden before you could excuse yourself. Quickly, he closed his laptop and put it away on his side. "You can stay for a bit."

"Oh...great. I uh…" your eyes roamed around his room once again, hoping to find a chair that is closer to his bed. There was none. You figured the couch was the only place you could go to so you started walking towards it, Jeno's eyes on you.

"You can sit here," he suddenly said and you looked up to see him pointing at the foot of his bed. That made you stop before glancing again at the couch at the farther side of his room, something which he immediately noticed.

"It's too far away. It'll be awkward for us to talk if you sit there,” he said, as if he read your mind.

That...makes sense. With a slight nod, you closed the distance between you and the bed instead and chose to sit by its far end.

Jeno was back to watching you as you settled down, his expression curious. You softly cleared your throat.

"How are you feeling?"

He glanced down his chest briefly. "Oh, I'm fine. It didn't hurt as much during the weekend, but I was still told to stay in bed. I can't really move that much yet."

"What happened anyway?"

He scratched the back of his head almost sheepishly and looked away.

"I was trying to hunt a deer. I didn't know its mate was just around the area when I approached it so...yeah."

You winced as your eyes fell on his bandaged chest. You know next to nothing about hunting, but you know enough that an angry stag doesn't spell good news for anyone. Things could have been more serious for him.

"Are you sure that you shouldn't be in the hospital though?"

"Yes. We have a private doctor anyway. I just need to make sure I don't move too much to keep my wound from opening. And I also hate hospitals so I prefer to stay here…"

"You have to be more careful next time, okay Jeno? The forest is such a dangerous place…" you sighed before shifting your attention towards the window at the far wall of his room. He only had his curtains partially open but you could still see a sliver of the woods from where you sat.

Something about what you said shifted something in him. You missed it entirely thanks to the shadows from the room's dim lighting that masked his features, but it was there, hiding in plain sight.

"You take care of us so well."

You turned to him again as you heard him whisper something.

"What?"

Jeno simply smiled. He leaned back against the headboard, as if mulling over something.

"Since noona is worried about me, can you help me change my bandages?"

You blinked. That wasn't something you expected him to ask at all. Before, you figured Jeno to be one of the more withdrawn among the brothers, always with this air of intimidation about him, but lately, he has been throwing you off with these kinds of moments. He isn't flirty like Jaemin or sly and playful like Haechan, but he’s just so...direct. Almost pushy, sometimes.

"I uhm… I don't know. I wouldn't know how to do it, maybe I can call someone and—"

You watched as he already started to undo the bandages on his torso, your eyes growing wide as he started to expose more skin.

"Jeno wait, I think we should call Taeyong for thi—oh my god."

Your words were cut off when he finally let the last of the bandages fall to reveal the cut on his torso. It started from his right chest, a few inches above the collarbone, and ran sideways to the middle where it cut off. Stitches held the skin together, and you could see the darkening sides of the flesh where it broke.

Yet it wasn't only that which caught your attention. Despite the dimness of the room, you could see other marks in his body, old scars that adorned his pale skin here and there. They varied in length and thickness, and you couldn't figure out what might have caused them. Were they from hunting accidents too…?

You immediately turned to look away. You didn't want to seem rude for staring. Jeno, however, seemed unbothered, if not mildly amused. Watching you through hooded eyes, he let you squirm for a little bit first before finally calling for your attention once more.

"Noona."

"Yes?"

"Help me, please?"

The tone he used on you finally made you turn with a slight wince, which only made him chuckle.

"You're not used to seeing injuries?"

"I'm not fond of them. I don't think anyone is."

“So let's get this over with then. I just need you to hold one side of the bandage for me while I wrap it again. It's hard when I do it alone."

You were about to open your mouth to say something again but chose to purse your lips after in the end. With a soft sigh, you finally picked yourself up from your spot by the foot of the bed to move closer to him. Jeno had already uncapped what looked to be a bottle of antiseptic at this point and had started to dab gently at his cut. You tried to watch without wincing too much as he tried to do the job, but it was probably too painful for him to move too much because he was missing a lot of it.

"Hey, just give me that. I'll do it," you asked as you gently took the cotton pad from him. Jeno wordlessly let you take it, eyes closely watching you as you ducked a little to clean his wound. You tried your best to keep your eyes on target, not allowing them to move anywhere else…

"It looks so bad… I'm surprised you can still move…" you whispered, more to yourself than to him as you frowned over it. You completely missed the way the corners of Jeno's lips ever so slightly tilted as your fingers brushed against his skin.

"Your fiance must have never gotten injured before, noona."

Your hand froze at what he said. Slowly, you looked up at him, only to see him smile at you.

"How did you…"

"Oh, Taeyong-hyung told us. He just reminded us to be nice to you or else you might quit. He said you are saving up for your wedding."

You didn't say anything at first after his explanation. There's nothing wrong about it, and it seems very in-character for Taeyong to say that since he seems to be the most worried about the possibility of you quitting. Still, you couldn't help the odd feeling that tugged at your chest, one you tried to shove back as you turned your attention again to what you were doing just so you could escape Jeno's gaze.

"Well… yes. I am saving up for it. But I also enjoy my time here… so far…"

Jeno smiled to himself as he looked down on you, eyes watching your every move.

"We'll behave too, we promise," he said softly that you almost didn't catch it.

"Until then, I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind us borrowing you from him."

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"Jisung! Chenle! Don't run too far into the forest, okay?" Taeyong called out to the two boys who have already turned on their tails and have started running towards the woods. You watched as the two laughed and pushed at each other playfully before finally disappearing into the forest edge.

Taeyong sighed beside you and let the hands he had on his hips fall to his sides. You turned to him and he gave you an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry for suddenly asking you to watch over them. I totally forgot that I had to drive the rest to their dentist appointment today," he said with a scratch of his head. You simply shook a hand at him to wave him off.

"Don't worry about it. I don't have any other classes today anyway so I'll just wait here for them. But... uh... are you sure that it is safe for them to play there?"

"Yes. As long as they stay in the right zones. There are parts there where some wild animals might roam around this season but Jisung and Chenle already know that, don't worry. It won't be the first time they'll be going there too. They've been playing there since they were kids."

You nodded slowly, still a little bit unsure as your gaze floated over to the woods once more. If it were you, you wouldn't let them go near it, especially after what happened to Jeno.

"I'll have to go then. I promise I'll be back by 5. Then I can drive you back to town after."

You turned to look at Taeyong once more and gave him a grateful smile. You usually would have declined the offer under normal circumstances, but you honestly think it will be easier and safer for you to just have him take you back later.

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

The other nodded before giving you one last smile. Turning around, you watched him go to the car where Haechan, Renjun, and Jaemin were already waiting. Jeno was still in bed rest, so he is skipping the impromptu trip this time.

You only turned back to look at the woods ahead when you finally saw the black sedan disappear down the road. The forest looked foreboding in front of you, one look at it and you know there is no way you'll venture there in your own free will. With a sigh, you picked up the book you've brought with you and let yourself take a seat by the grass as you wait for Jisung and Chenle to return.

A sudden sharp caw that tore the air made you look up in surprise from the current chapter you were reading. You didn't have any idea how much time had already passed after you lost yourself in your book, but you were surprised to see that the sky had gone red over the horizon as a flock of crows soared from the depths of the forest. You watched as they circled just above the trees before finally disappearing far into the sky. That was when you realized it; it's been a while since Jisung and Chenle left.

With panic slowly creeping into your chest, you glanced at your watch then back at the mansion behind you. Taeyong didn't say anything about a curfew for the two kids, but your own sense told you that the pair should be back before night falls. Your gut told you that you should start looking for them, but the problem is that there is still more than half an hour left before Taeyong said they will return and the only other person left in the manor was Jeno—who can't even get out of bed.

You swallowed. Before you could make any decision, however, a bone-chilling sound floated into the air that made your blood turn cold. It was faint at first, making you wonder if it was just your imagination playing tricks on you, but then it called out again, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

It was Chenle. Screaming.

You broke into a run without a second thought.

It took you everything you have not to topple over the uneven forest floor as you wove through the trees. You have no idea where you were going, your mind and vision reeling as you tried to follow the voice. Your skirt have caught countless times on shrubberies and wayward tree barks as you tore through the woods but you kept going, not minding the tears on the fabric and the skin of your legs.

"Chenle! Jisung! Where are you!"

You called out desperately when the cries suddenly stopped. You were only barely aware of your heart thundering in your chest and your lungs burning from overexertion.

No. No. Don't stop screaming. I can't find you if you do.

"Chenle! Jisung!" You called out again desperately as you stopped at the edge of what seemed to be a small patch of land that dropped off to a ravine. The trees beyond were denser than the ones at the edge of the forest and the already fading light of the day wasn't helping the thick canopies above you that rained shadows on where you stood. You looked around and swallowed thickly. Something inside of you told you to turn around and run again but you stayed frozen on your spot, waiting for any sound from the kids.

It took you a few more heartbeats to pick up something again. Jisung's voice sounded far off to your right, maybe about 15 meters from where you currently are.

"Noona! Help! Chenle fell down!"

Your adrenaline jumped into action again.

"Jisung?! Jisung! Wait—Is Chenle with you?” A soft voice called out and you breathed in as you recognized the latter's tone. “I'm coming! Don't stop calling for me, okay, so I can find you!"

You were about to turn away from the edge of the steep ravine you were still standing on when you felt your back hit something hard. Before you could even turn around to look at it, however, a blunt force hitting the middle of your shoulder blades sent you toppling forward, straight into the sharp fall beyond.

You screamed, before everything went quiet as your head hit the bedrock below.

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A.N. GOD THIS WAS SO LONG IM SO GLAD IT IS FINALLY DONE.

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CHAPTER 4

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Bennett: Affection HCs

I KNEW I HAD THIS ASK IN MY INBOX AND I JUST READ BENNETT’S BIRTHDAY LETTER TO YOU SO I SAID FUCK IT. I’M WRITING THIS. I MAY HAVE 2 FICS IN THE PROCESS BUT I CARE ABOUT BENNETT SO MUCH.

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Xiao Ver: Affection HCs

Bennet: Windblume Love Letter HCs

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Bennett: Affection HCs

Bennett has so much love and affection to share but he’s also so shy and awkward in his delivery. It’s so endearing that you can’t help but but try and stifle your giggles lest he get more embarrassed. He just get’s so nervous since this is his first relationship and he knows his track record on luck isn’t super bright so he’s always fumbling. Trying to force his nerves away when he wants to hold your hand but as soon as he reaches out to lace your fingers, you’ll turn around, and Bennett throws his arm back so hard that he accidently pops his shoulder out of his socket. While you’re fretting over him he’s trying to reassure you that he’s completely fine and that this happens all the time. Which isn’t very comforting, he thinks things could have been worse. What if he accidently slips and drags you down with him or even worse, his pyro vision acts up and he has sweaty hands? He’s screaming internally at that.

Bennett totally reads romance novels to get a better understanding on what a relationship is like but his execution is a bit questionable. He tries to be suave and attempts to wrap his arm around your shoulder but he accidently slips halfway and he’s fallen into the fountain. But when he hears your barely contained chuckles as you try and help him out, he can’t help but feel a flutter in his chest that he doesn’t mind the unlucky accidents that happen to him if it makes you laugh. He’ll shake the water out of his hair and grin at you before he takes your hand in his and you both go back to the church to dry him off.

Whenever he sees you he has to take a couple minutes to calm his heart. Even when he’s out with Fischl and she’s talking in her special way, as soon as he catches sight of you, he’s sighing in adoration with the love-sick puppy eyes. That’s when Fischl knows she’s completely lost Bennett and you’re probably behind her. She sighs out a bit exasperated as she shrugs before she’s dragging him to meet up with you. No matter how red Bennett gets or what he’s yelling, Fischl has a death grip on him and grins smugly before she calls out your name to let you know someone’s got heart eyes for you.

While he’s extremely grateful to the Adventures guild and Mondstadt, having you beside him really hits deep. That you accept and love him despite the unlucky streak he has. You are so special in his eyes and the fact you choose to stay with him makes him sniffle a bit. Somedays he wakes up and can’t help but feel the rush of happiness he feels just being able to see your smiling face. He might get poked fun from his Dads but it’s completely worth it. It’s actually really wholesome when Bennett wants to introduce you to his family since they already know plenty about you because Bennett will literally not shut up about you.

The praise he receives from his dads and Katherine make him grin happily but when you praise him, he ends up growing so shy and pink. Awkwardly scratching at his cheek as he says it wasn’t that big of a deal just because he wants to hear you praise him more. He’s pretty hard on himself so your words really mean a lot to him. Likewise, Bennett is super optimistic. He’s your #1 cheerleader and it’s contagious adopting his positivity outlook on life. Whatever you’re interested in or wish to do, he’s fully on board and supportive.

He’s always coming back from his adventures with scraps and cuts that it really concerns you when Bennett shakes his pain away. He’s always had a head-first battle tactic that’s not easy to change in one day, so instead you ask Barbara to teach your some healing abilities or tips to try and help him out a bit. While you’re a bit clumsy and not as well-versed as Barbara. Bennett still hugs you with so much force as he exclaims he’s never felt so empowered before.

When Bennett feels sad, he’ll lean his shoulder against yours and close his eyes. Slowly moving down until it’s his head against your arm. He stays there before you reach over and place his head in your lap and slowly run your fingers through his hair. It’s a small and ordinary moment but it means the whole world to Bennett.

Bennett always keeps whatever you give him in a special pouch, from a small slip of paper wishing him luck to the small four leaf clover you gave him, it’s always on him whenever he sets out. He knows that despite his best wishes, you can’t spent every waking moment together and he doesn’t want to endanger you with his bad luck on more dangerous expeditions. He actually full on bawled when you said you wanted to join the "Benny's Adventure Team" and actually stuck around even after all the unfortunate incidents that happened. But whenever he’s far away from Mondstadt, away from you, he’ll take a small break and go through the small trinkets you’ve given to him with the softest smile as he handles them with care. They are his treasures after all.

It’s been a rather challenging adventure today. Bennett and you took on a commission to investigate a hilichurl camp on Starsnatch cliff only to run across an Eye of the Storm instead. While you both managed to defeat it, you both got your fair share of cuts from the anemo winds and the hard ground when you had to dive away from the orb crashing down. You’re silently thanking yourself for taking those lessons from Barbara as you’re trying to patch him up.

“Sorry, I didn’t expect an Eye of Storm to appear instead. I guess my bad luck is spreading again,” Bennett chuckles awkwardly to himself as he winces a tiny bit at the throb of his cuts. You simply shake it off as you try and gently place the cloth back on his cheek to wipe away the small amount of blood. You’re just happy that you both managed to get away from that monster without any serious injuries.

“Don’t say that Bennett, we defeated it didn’t we? That’s one less problem for the Adventures guild right?” you say as you smile encouragingly at him. He nods in silent agreement but his eyes rake over the cuts and on arms and knees and he can’t help feel sadden. He gently pushes your hands away from his injury's as he opens his own pouch that carries his adhesive bandages to place upon your scrapes.

“Bennett?” you question. You’re so used to the happy go lucky Bennett that this sudden quiet atmosphere looms above you as Bennett quickly returns the favour. It’s only when he takes a small moment to scan your body for anything he missed before he takes your hands in his. Rubbing small circles over your skin, whether he’s trying to comfort you or himself into speaking you’re not entirely sure.

“There’s a dream I want to tell you about. I want to find the most valuable treasure to give back to Mondstadt and get our Adventures guild to become the biggest branch in Teyvat. That way my Dad’s can take a break and we can go adventuring all over the world. We can go visit Fischl at her home or take Razor to see the ocean!” he grins happily at you as his eyes light up in such a way that it takes you a few moments to register what he’s saying. You can feel such a rush of love pour into your system at his wholesome dream that you can’t help but clutch his hands closer to yourself.

“I’ll stay beside you the entire time and I promise we’ll make your dream a reality. Benny's Adventure Team will be the greatest adventure team there ever was,” you lean forward and boop your nose against his, “But you need to take better care of yourself first mister.”

“Now come on. Let’s go home together Bennett,” you smile down at him as you stand up and extend your hand out to him. It takes a few moments for Bennett to act as he gazes up at you. The hand that’s been placed in front of him as support in so many of his unlucky incidents, covered in the bandages he carries around from the family he cares about, the hand that is still there after everything. Bennet knows he’s always been unlucky. That’s just the way it is. He’s always running on what drops of luck he can grab and live life to the fullest but right now. Even with the dull stings of anemo winds on his cheeks, the throb of new bruises he’s probably developing, he reaches out and takes your hand. He’s never felt luckier in his entire life.

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Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go gag on the sugar I just wrote. I may have strayed away from the affection hcs but I care about Bennett and his character stories cripples me. I had to re-write this so there are some issues but I’m tired. Either way, Happy birthday best boy 💕💕💕

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mattzerella-sticks · 2 years

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loved.

It's midnight, and it's Dean's birthday. After receiving a happy birthday text from Claire while relaxing with Cas, Dean reflects on how happy he is, and how loved.

(Dean/Cas birthday post-canon fluff and bliss) ao3 link

Dean’s laughter shook sleeping birds out from their nests and sent them skyward, rustling trees and causing leaves to drop in their haste. He cackled, smoke stuttering past his lips and bangs falling, obscuring his vision as he bent over, leaning on his knees to support himself. His fingers twitched, the half-smoked joint discarding a bit of ash onto the porch floor, missing the ceramic tray a few feet away settled on a table between his and Cas’s chair. When Dean recovered, wiping tears from his eyes and sweeping his bangs back, he immediately noticed both Cas’s disapproving glare and the tiny smirk fighting to become a fully formed grin. “Sorry,” Dean wheezed, his voice a smoky growl at this late hour of the evening, “didn’t mean to wake the neighbors.” He offered Cas an olive branch, the joint’s dim lit end bright compared to the vast darkness of their backyard.

Cas sighed but accepted the joint regardless. “It wasn’t that funny,” he huffed.

“It was.” Dean slunk further in his seat recalling the face Cas made that encouraged his giggling fit, of his husband’s tongue fruitlessly swiping at his cheek and the dot of salsa leftover after shoving five chips into mouth. Instead of brushing his thumb against his cheek, Cas continued stretching his tongue further and further, maw widening with each try and his head tilting sideways to better aid his quest. Dean, glutton that he was, glanced at Cas from the corner of his eye. His teeth sank into his bottom lip once he spied that same salsa droplet, still clinging to Cas’s stubble even as his cheeks hollowed to puff on the joint.

Thankfully Dean’s phone rattling across the table to his left, the one with the ash tray, derailed Dean from another bout of laughter. His hand flailed momentarily, searching for his device. His fingers clumsily wrapped around it, successfully, soon enough.

He flicked it on as a small cloud of smoke drifted into view, Cas asking who it was. “It’s Claire,” he said.

“Does she need our help?”

Dean smiled down at his phone, reading her text. Then, he read it again, that same smile sinking into a pout. “No,” he finally answered, handing Cas his phone, “just wishing her old man a happy birthday… in her own special, sweet way.”

A beat passed before Cas’s throaty chuckle echoed throughout the cool, January night. “She certainly has a way with words,” he said, “I didn’t think you were at that age where you needed diapers. Have you been keeping secrets from me?”

He shot Cas a mild glare, reaching over and snatching the smoldering joint from him. Theft couldn’t dim the delight on his husband’s face, and soon it was Cas’s turn to let his laugh fill the spaces between the trees near their cabin home. “Y’know, she should get a gig writing Hallmark cards,” he sulked, worrying the end of the joint with his nail, “or, better yet, those kinds of cards losers send each other through e-mail. Bet someone’ll appreciate her sense of humor there.” He sucked down what remained of the joint, then stabbed it into the ash tray alongside two other joint nubs while twin smoke columns emptied free from his nose.

“It was very thoughtful of her, Dean,” Cas said between gasps, “Really. I wouldn’t peg Claire as the type of person who would care that she was the first person to wish someone happy birthday.”

Neither did he but Dean won’t budge from his façade of disgruntlement despite the warmth blossoming inside his chest at Cas’s insight, encouraged into full bloom as Cas slithered onto his hands and knees and crawled the few inches separating them. Looking up at Dean, his gooey gaze, red-rimmed from hours spent reveling in tonight’s dessert, Cas peppered Dean’s right knee with scratchy kisses while also smearing that sticky glob of salsa onto Dean. His mouth gently laved the inch of flesh it was painted on seconds later. “What’re you doing Cas?” he asked, booming drawl now a whisper, words forced out around the hard stone lodged in his throat the moment their gazes locked.

“Wishing you happy birthday,” Cas explained, nuzzling the hem of his shorts higher to better press kisses against Dean’s pale, freckled skin, “If I’m not mistaken, you’ve earned forty-three of these, right?”

Saying it aloud nearly knocked him out. Forty-three. That’s almost half as far Dean thought he’d manage, being a hunter.

Every day might be his last, so Dean lived banging every gong that crossed his path – every gong that he thought should be banged. He snuck junk food from nearby corner stores, lined his pockets with loose dollars plucked out of strangers’ pockets, and nabbed movies, sometimes naughty movies, if the town they camped in had their own rental place. Then, hitting the age where he traded the cramped dinginess of motel walls for those of local dives’, he tested his liver’s limits and ended every night in the pleasure of someone else’s company. Dean began that lifestyle the moment John put a wheel in his hands and taught him how to hotwire a car. He drowned in it the second Dean realized Sam’s letter wasn’t a cruel joke. He continued it even when Dean reunited with his brother in what felt like forever, but now Dean realized was merely a single drop in the ocean of his existence.

That’s not Dean’s life anymore.

He owned. His car, rebuilt again and again, held more of him than his father in it. Dean’s closet was near bursting with an assortment of fabrics, of clothes both practical and not very much so. Flannel was the hunter’s uniform. There’s at least five left, wedged between graphic tees and patterned button downs, handspun sweaters and sharp suit pieces, threadbare denim and skirts for when Dean decided pants weren’t on the day’s agenda. He had a home, a cabin shared between him and the love of his life. It’s not another copy-and-paste motel room, barely furnished and embarrassingly ugly. It’s not some relic from decades before preserving supernatural relics and waiting for Dean to join the collection.

Dean had family. Dean was loved, felt loved, and loved in return.

He fumbled for Cas, petting the other man who watched him with his chin resting on Dean’s thigh. His legs were splayed outward, Cas shifting when Dean didn’t notice, so together they formed a very wrinkled ‘T’.

Cas hummed, blinking slowly. “Yes?”

“Nothing,” he murmured, “… love you, s’all.”

“I love you too.”

Dean could hear Cas speak those four little words a million times, yet each avowal caused the same reaction. His heart skipped at least three beats. He stuttered on his next breath. A burst of heat made his skin flush only for that explosion to rubber band back to his center, goosepimples poking free in its wake. His thumb brushed downward, following the curves of Cas’s face. He skipped over the wire frame of Cas’s glasses and traced a fine line to the other man’s lips. Two taps, and Cas tilted his head backwards so Dean could trade kisses with him. After, as Dean rocked backward into his seat, he stared at his husband and was awed by how gloriously human he appeared.

That chassis cracked and freed something beautiful.

Cas squinted at Dean, his eyes crinkling, showcasing the crow’s feet etched onto his face. “Is there something the matter?” he asked, finding Dean’s hand in the bird’s nest tangle of his raven hair and joining their fingers together, “Something on my face again?”

“No?”

“Then what’s with your face?”

“I just…” he shrugged, “just love you.”

Chuckling, Cas dragged their hands to rest atop his shoulder. “You already said that.”

Dean never wanted to stop saying it. So long he fought, stemming each urge to admit his feelings with pursed lips and a thousand-yard stare. Once the dam broke, however, he never bothered repairing it. Love poured freely from Dean; its rapids washing through, enveloping Cas and all that he was. How he insisted the vegetables from his garden were better than any grown by those at the nearest farmer’s market, and how he’s right. How his outfits never made sense since he retired his trademark trench coat, patterns and colors always clashing. How, despite Dean’s near constant remarks about the little hairs on his toes and his ‘hobbit feet’, Cas still refused to wear shoes.

How deeply he loved Dean, scars and all. Which, in turn, gave Dean the courage to love himself – all the parts of himself. The parts he spent years convinced made him unlovable.

Dean’s stomach, that it wasn’t flat any more hadn’t bothered Dean in the longest and never mattered to Cas since the beginning. His preference for longer hair, breaking the habit of grabbing the razor once it tickled his ears. What made him cut his hair back then, the necessity for a shorter style and John’s distasteful voice, meant nothing to Dean in the present. Each morning, looking in the mirror, he saw the grey-chestnut streaks that framed his face along with a mustache he tried once until John’s gavel-like sigh burned any notion of keeping it, and they made him happy. Skirts and dresses made Dean happy, as well, the freedom and flair provided better than that nod of approval from his old man as he shrugged on John’s beat-up leather coat. This life he and Cas made, together, simple and secluded with only each other for company day’s at a time. He might joke that Sam was the hippie of the two, but when Cas suggested they fuck off to the woods and live off the grid in retirement Dean willingly joined him in tie-dyed bliss. Cas hadn’t needed to convince him, though he was very good at it. He never steered Dean down a wrong path before.

Cas cared about his happiness, and that made Dean happy.

You could say it, and have it, too.

Dean abandoned his thoughts to the breeze, letting them drift away as focused on Cas’s face once more. Cas never broke their contest, staring at Dean like he was the moon nestled in the center of the star-dotted night above. Dean carried their entwined hands to his lips and softly kissed the silver band on Cas’s finger.

“Hey,” Cas said, his other hand curling, lovingly, along Dean’s ankle, “you want to go to bed?”

There’s no heat behind his words, no expectation. Dean understood that if he wanted, Cas and he would turn in and wait for sleep pressed against each other. If he wanted to, that was.

“No,” he told Cas, yawning, “not yet. I’m not done enjoying my birthday.”

Cas scoffed, “We have the entire day tomorrow to celebrate.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Thinking the matter settled, Dean and Cas turned towards the shadowy forest as one, their hands resting on Dean’s lap.

Then, Cas hinted, “I bought some shrooms, y’know? For us to try. I was saving them for a special occasion, but… if you don’t feel like sleeping now, are you up to the challenge?” Cas craned his neck towards him, brow raised. “Or are you too old?”

Dean smiled and nudged Cas with his foot. “Now! Now is good.”

Now was good. It finally was.

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