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stairain · 1 year

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In the Pouring Rain.

You're driving home and there’s a storm incoming, but pulling over and never pulling out seems more than satisfactory.

Warnings: Soft Dom Spencer, car sex, praise, nicknames, riding, pain during sex, creampie, reader feels guilty for literally everything, he is so very gentle with you.

WC: 4.1K

You were sitting in the driver's seat of Spencer’s car, looking out the window as the car radio softly played. It was raining out. As he drove, you tore your gaze away from the window and looked over to him. You could barely make out his features, it was dark out, and the only light in the car was that of the passing street lights.

He glances quickly at you, then back at the road. He took a sip of his coffee as he continued to drive.

"You doing okay? You’re quiet tonight."

You’re snapped out of your trance and nod slowly. “Yeah.. Spence. Just stressed from work, is all..” You turn away from him once more and look at the rain droplets pelting against the windshield.

He sighs and looks over at you again, still driving carefully. He’s heard that before. But he knows not to push the issue, and just lets you think.

"Is there anything I can do?"

“I think I just need to.. calm down, a bit..” You mutter, still not looking at him but instead playing with your fingers anxiously.

He nods and his face softens as he looks over at you. He has a look of concern on his face. "Do you need to stop and just get out and stretch or something? Maybe just pull over and take a few deep breaths before we drive the rest of the way home, or do you feel like you want to get home quickly and just sit and try to relax there?"

“Yeah.. Yeah, do you think you could pull over for a bit?” The rain is coming down harder now, and you’ve always been wary about driving in this weather. You didn’t need the stress of safety adding onto your already anxious mood.

Spencer nods and slows down. "Of course I can, no problem. The weather is getting crazy out here lately." He pulls over and parks the car, taking the car out of drive. He turns to you and seems concerned. Then he smiles. "Do you think a hug and a few deep breaths would help?" he asks. He waits for you to make the final call.

The loud patter of the rain outside calms you down a bit, along with the soft and gentle tone of his voice. You unbuckle your belt and turn to him. It’s a few moments that pass by before you take a deep breath and climb over the center console, sitting in his lap.

He carefully wraps his arms around you, and hugs you tightly. You feel his soft and warm embrace. The smell of his cologne surrounds you. You feel safe and protected in his arms. It's very calming and comforting, and you feel all the tension melt away. You take a few deep, calming breaths, which helps to further soothe you.

"How's that? A little better?" He asks, before kissing your head and just hugging you.

You’re sitting sideways in his lap, and pressing tight against his warm chest. The once pounding beat of your heart gradually slows down as he holds you, and after a few moments you nod. “Yes.. Thank you, Spence.”

You feel him nodding and stroking your hair softly, seeming perfectly content in the moment with just holding you. He smiles softly and kisses your cheek. A few minutes of comfort go by before he speaks again. "Shall we continue on?"

You look out the window and it looks like the rain has done everything but stopped. It’s storming at this point, and you feel your heart beating faster at just the thought of driving back in these conditions. “I think it’s best if we stay here for a while..”

Your boyfriend nods, seeming to understand your concerns about the storm. He is pretty cautious himself when it comes to driving in bad weather. He gently rubs your shoulder, and seems content just holding you - he's a physical touch loving person in that way. He loves to be close to you like this.

"Okay. Do you want to keep talking? Or just sit and cuddle like this for a while? We can do whatever you like.” he says with a kind and soft smile, his voice showing his affection.

You look up at him with a smile on your face. It didn’t look like the storm would be letting up anytime soon, so you’d be stuck here for a while. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t mind what we do.”

He blushes a little at your sweet words, and strokes your hair. His eyes are warm and soft. He seems happy just to be with you, and having you in his arms, no matter where you are. You feel safe and secure in him. A few minutes more go by, and he finally speaks. "Can I ask you a question?"

“Of course, Spence.” You look up at him.

He seems a bit hesitant and almost a bit nervous to ask, as this is not an easy question for him to ask, but he pushes through it and decides to just ask honestly and be vulnerable, because you are important to him. "What do you see in me?" he asks quietly.

You give him a look of confusion before sitting up and leaning against the door of the car. You scrunch your eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”

Spencer sighs and looks away, seeming embarrassed. He doesn't like asking for reassurance like this, since he doesn't want you to feel obligated or pressured. He also doesn't want you to think he has low self esteem. But he pushes past it and looks at you again, with a serious look in his eyes.

"What makes me different from the other men you know, and why do you choose to be with me?"

“W-Where’s this coming from, Spence? Did something happen or..?” Your boyfriend was never like this, in fact, you were usually the one who asked him these types of questions, so you were puzzled as to why things have suddenly flipped.

He sighs softly and rubs his eyes. "I just... I get insecure sometimes. You are amazing, and I just don't fully understand why you are with me or what you see in me. I don't have the best self esteem sometimes. I know I have my good qualities, but.. I still get those intrusive thoughts sometimes. It's been on my mind lately and I just needed to ask... that's all."

You feel yourself melt at his words and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. One of your hands moves to hold his cheek as you begin to talk.

“No one makes me feel safe like you do.. You know, most people if I asked them to pull over because of the rain or.. or because I had a hard day, they’d just brush it off or tell me to wait until we were home..” Your voice was quiet, and the rain outside was almost drowning you out.

“You’re caring.. You’re so caring, Spencer. On nights where I can’t sleep and wake you up, you never get mad at me, you’re always just.. there. You hold me until I fall asleep, even if it takes hours, you’re always there for me.”

He looks over at you, and the warm and thoughtful expression on his face is enough to make your heart flutter. His eyes seem to hold so much sincerity and affection towards you, and you feel loved and cherished. He can see the sincerity on your face too, and can see a little tear forming in your eye. He is so happy to hold such a lovely woman in his arms, and he just can't believe how lucky he is. He pulls you in a passionate kiss, which he hopes will convey how much he loves you in a better way than he can with words.

You’re caught off guard as he suddenly grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you into a passion filled kiss. Your eyes widen momentarily before they shut and you melt into his hold.

Spencer holds you tightly, and the intensity of the kiss makes your heart race faster. For a moment, it's like the world has slowed down and everything else has vanished - only you two remain, and you're completely immersed in the moment. There is a passion and intensity to the kiss, as you can tell he wants to make sure he shows you how much you mean to him - but there is still love and affection too, and not just lust. Everything about it is just so perfect, and you feel swept up in his arms. The intensity of it is undeniable.

His hands start to move their way through your hair, gently grabbing it as he deepens the kiss. You softly moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hands in your hand and his lips on yours.

He kisses you with all the passion in him. You can feel the love he feels for you radiating off him, and he kisses you with such force and intensity, you can almost sense his adoration and desperation for you. Every part of him just wants you. His breathing starts to become deep and heavy as the kiss progresses, and the sounds of the rain around you seem to dim a bit, as the world narrows down to just being you two, and the intensity of the moment. There is a softness but also a forcefulness in his touch, it's a combination that's intoxicatingly perfect.

You reach out and hold his shoulders in your trembling hands, and the pure love and passion he’s putting into the kiss is becoming quickly overwhelming. You pull back and catch your breath.

“S-Spence..”

His face is red and he is slightly out of breath after such an intense kiss. He tries to catch his breath, while looking at you with his eyes still showing so much affection for you. If you were ever unsure before about how much he loves you - there is no doubting it now. He smiles at you, his eyes sparkling with love and affection. The way he looks at you makes it clear that he is willing to do anything for you, and he would never let anything bad happen to you. He strokes your hair with a soft and gentle hand.

"Are you okay?"

You can’t help but swoon at his concern, he truly loved you more than anything. You nod and swallow. “Please.. Kiss me again..”

His expression softens even further at your words, and he nods happily, leaning over and kissing you again, with just as much intensity as before. You feel the warmth of him through your lips, and are completely swept up in the moment. The feelings of love and attraction are so overwhelming as you kiss, it feels like you're floating. He pulls away just slightly from the kiss, and looks at you, with a slight smile on his face. "Happy?"

When he pulls away, you shake your head. “I think I need more, Spence.” Your tone is teasing and filled with lust and love.

He smiles a bit more, and nods - completely on board with that idea. He is still slightly out of breath from before, but your request has just turned him on even more. His smile grows into a smirk as he leans in and starts kissing you again - a passionate and hot kiss. His smile is playful and mischievous and there is passion behind his eyes - the mix of it all is just something else. It's like you two are perfectly intertwined.

You whimper into the kiss, and your desperation to be taken care of by him grows with every second that passes. You grab one of his hands that’s in your hair and press his gentle hands up against the curves of your chest, making him grab a handful and squeeze.

He looks surprised at you taking control and moving your hand there, he looks into your eyes with a slightly playful and surprised look, which turns into a smile. He slowly leans forward and begins kissing down your neck. "Do you want to continue?" he asks.

You throw your head back gently against the window, and moan out your answer. “Y-Yes, please..”

Spencer’s hand reaches down to your skirt and flips up the fabric, exposing your underwear for him. He bites his lip and runs a tentative finger over your covered clit. You jump at the feeling and clench your thighs around his arm.

“Leave them open, honey.”

You nod and spread your legs slowly once more, trying to leave them open for him, just like he told you to.

His middle finger just barely started rubbing over your panty clad cunt, and when he pulls away, you can see your slick coating his finger. He’s got a cocky smirk on his face as he looks at it and practically forces you to look at it.

“You’re soaked, baby. Look at you..” You whine in embarrassment and throw your head back in shame. He chuckles and slips it into his mouth.

“Spence.. Stop it, please..”

His finger leaves his mouth and is against your skin again in an instant. This time, when his hand returns to you panties, he pulls them to the side, exposing your dripping pussy.

“Fine, fine, Sweetheart.”

He bites his lip at the sight and feels his breath hitch at the way the soft light from the street light makes your slick glisten against your hole.

You stay quiet, a bashful blush cast on your skin as he admires you. Spencer tries to look out the windows and windshield to see if anyone is around, but the pouring rain is acting like a curtain, the harsh storm hiding you two from the outside world.

His hands are off of you and instead are fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. Once he gets them down, he pulls you up from the way you’re sitting sideways in his lap and makes you straddle him.

It’s a bit of a squeeze, and you try to reach down to push his seat back, but he beats you to it.

“Let me do the work, sweetie.”

The man reaches under the seat and lifts the bar, making his seat quickly roll back into the car. You smile at him and lean forward to rest your wrists on the seat.

“Thank you, Sir..”

After you’ve allowed yourself to get comfortable on his lap, he reaches down with a desperate huff and pulls down his own underwear, and his thick cock springs out from the fabric, and he practically moans out in relief at no longer being constricted.

You can feel the drool pooling in your mouth as your eyes flash down to his dick, then to his face, then back down to his dick. He reaches a hand down and wraps his palm around the base of himself, and uses the other hand to flip up the front of your skirt again. And as expected, you’re dripping arousal on his pants, panties still pushed to the side.

Spencer guides the tip of his cock and rubs it against your glistening folds, making the both of you shudder and moan at the feeling. The rain was cold, but you were impossibly hot. The warmth and wetness of your pussy was already proving to be too much, and he hasn’t even slipped inside yet.

“Please.. Let me take care of you, angel..”

He sounds so sincere, there’s no possible way you could do anything but agree that Yes, he needs to take care of you. You nod, and lift yourself on your thighs slightly, making room for him to slide right into your awaiting hole.

Taking a deep breath, he holds his cock underneath your trembling body, and slowly lowers you onto him. The feeling has him clenching his fist against the fabric of your skirt, and ripping the skin of his lip. And as you feel his head pry open your walls, it takes you everything not to lean back and set off the horn.

“My god.. So sweet…” He whispers into the air. You always had a hard time fully taking him into you, but he was always there to help you. And tonight was no different, your face scrunched in pain as he broke you in, sliding into you like a shoe three sizes far too small.

“I-I’m sorry.. Spence.”

But he’s quick to shush you and make sure there’s none of that.

“Shh, love.. Stop that.. There’s nothing to apologize for. I’m right here, alright? You’re alright… I’ll take care of you, Princess.”

He wipes the fallen tears on your face and kisses the tracks of them, still slowly sliding your shaking body down onto his all too hard and big cock.

“You’re so big.. I..”

You can’t finish your sentence, not now. You cut yourself off with a loud moan when you finally feel the insides of thighs flush against his hips. You did it.

“I know, baby, I know.. It’s alright..”

Spencer runs a comforting hand through your hair and god does it take all the power possible for him not to lose control right then and there. With how you’re so tight around him, and how he almost loses his mind at how he can feel how wet you are, and how it’s dripping onto the skin of his hips and thighs.

You’re entirely too much for him, but he’s the same way for you.

You cry in his hold as you adjust to the pain, and he runs large hands over your in gentle, comforting touches. Despite being the very thing breaking you, he’s still treating you like the thinnest most fragile statue made of crystal.

Wanting to be the best for him and with the desperation to make him proud, you push aside the burn you’re feeling, and slowly start to lift your hips off of him, experimenting with the feeling. Although you’ve been blessed and fucked by him before, it never gets easier with just how big he is, and how small you are.

“Hey.. Hey. Love.. Are you sure you’re ready?”

His hand reaches out to grab your hip to still you, and you go to wipe the tears on your face. You sniff as you try to figure out what you want.

“Sp-Spence.. Help me please..”

You try to find his other hand, and when you do, you place it on your empty hip, letting it accompany the other one already gripping you. With eyes full of need, lust, and helplessness, you look up at him.

“Stop me when you want to, babygirl..”

Spencer’s grip tightens on your hips, and begins to lift you off his cock, before slowly pushing you back down. He sighs at the feeling of your drenched hole covering him with arousal and constricting around him, but his gaze never leaves your face, making sure you’re not crying too much.

Your cries eventually devolve into soft sniffles as you’ve adjusted to the intrusion that was your boyfriend. He’s still gently guiding you up and down his length, and you’ve moved your hands to grab at his shoulders, both your hands on either side of his head as you dug your nails into the fabric of his blazer every time he unintentionally stamped your spot with the tip of his cock.

“So beautiful, angel.. Can’t believe it.”

He leans up in his seat and wraps his arms around your waist now, holding you close with your chests touching each other. Your mouth is agape in soft whines and moans, and he presses light kisses all over your face, down to your neck, and stops to suck a mark right onto the sweaty skin of your throat.

“You’re mine, yeah?”

Spencer mutters in the softest tone imaginable, as he thrusts slowly up into you. Your pussy is sucking him up greedily, taking every blow he humps into you.

“Y-Yeah.. Yeah.. Yours..”

Every time he sheaths himself inside of you, the rough fabric of his shirt rubs right against your sensitive clit. You can feel your orgasm approaching a lot faster than expected, but you always finished remarkably fast with him anyways, he just knew exactly how to treat you.

At your words, he leans back into his seat and his hands find their way back to your hips, and he starts to thrust into you harder. The loud rain pounding onto the glass of the car windows, the wet slapping of your pussy against his pelvis, your breathy moans and his breathless groans. They fill the atmosphere and make you roll your eyes back in pure pleasure.

His cock feels so good inside of you, and the pain that once filled you was replaced by a dull ache in your womb to be absolutely filled to the brim.. You needed to be filled by his cock and his warm cum.

Not once this entire night have you done any of the work, you’re supposed to be riding him, bouncing on his cock and moaning like the slut you are for him, but instead, he’s sliding your cunt on his dick like you’re nothing but a doll.

Spencer wanted to take care of you, and he was getting exactly that. He wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he knew you did something that he could easily do for you instead.

His mouth parts in a groan and then a hiss, as his thrusts into you and his grip on your hips all become sloppier.

“I’m not lasting much longer than this, baby.. That alright with you?”

Your boyfriend reaches a hand down to rub tight circles on your clit, wanting to make you finish before he did, but god did you feel good around him. You always made it so hard for him to hold back.

You whine out a sweet ‘mhm’ and roll your eyes back at the feeling of him touching your already rubbed raw clit. But, to be fair, his fingers were a much better pleaser than the bottom of his shirt.

Clenching around him and crying out, you realized you’re cumming. Your orgasm creeps up onto you before you can even tell him, but there’s no possible way you can hide it from him. Not with the way you’ve become impossibly tighter, and he can feel the way you’re creaming around his cock. It’s dripping down to his underwear, soaking the fabric.

“Fuck.. Sir, I’m sorry..”

Spencer shakes his head and reaches forward and wraps his strong arms around your shuddering body. You’re shaking not only from the surprise orgasm, but also in fear you’ve disappointed him.

“You did so well, my angel.. It’s okay, you… fuck, you don’t need to apologize.. Never…”

His thrusts become more erratic as he speaks, and he’s no longer moving you on his cock. You’re pressed down hard against him as he humps into you and squeezes your body against his.

“In-Inside.. Is that alright with you, darling..?”

You’re beyond wrecked at this point, but you and your pussy are just about begging to be filled with his release. You nod and lean forward a bit to start desperately kissing at his neck, trying to find any way to make him cum faster, as well as to ground yourself.

“Oh fuck.. So so good for me.. I love you so much, baby.. Too much..”

And with a guttural groan, he delivers one last final thrust into you and with how tight he’s holding you against him, you can feel the way his hips are shaking as he empties his release into you. You’re moaning out his name as he pumps his hot cum inside of you, finally giving you what you want.

High pitched whimpers leave your lips as you feel it leaking out of you, painting the sticky walls of your pussy, and coating the glistening folds that shine in the faint light.

Spencer leans back into his seat and brings you down with him, holding your head with a firm palm as his chest heaves and his body calms down.

“You’re always such a good girl for me.. My angel..” He softly praises in your ear as he tries to soothe the both of you and bring you down from your respective highs. He knows it always takes more out of you than him, but the passion he holds for you always takes him by surprise.

The storm outside still hasn’t calmed down a bit, but you’re more than content to sit here with him until it passes over, even if you could feel his release spilling out of you and no doubt staining his car seats.

But what a trophy that would be.

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bangchansgirlsblog · 6 months

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another random idea.. Fem 9th member maknae reader who secretly smokes and gets caught by one of the boys who later snitches and tells chan. Reader and Chan fall out and she storms out of the dorms and ends up staying in her apartment instead to let off some steam. She realised how bad the smoking was for her health and how much it impacted her social life so she first to JYP and they send her to rehab + puts her on hiatus for two months because of rehab. Chan thinks it’s his fault for the hiatus as none of the members were told that she was going to rehab. They later find out and when Reader returns back from rehab/hiatus they all tell her how proud they are of her?

(sorry for the LONGGGG paragraph, i didn’t intend for it to be this long🧍‍♀️)

My biggest problem.

Okay maybe I got carried away a little and changed it a little but yeah forgive me 😜

Enjoy

-🩷

Y/n started smoking when she was 15.

She didn't know that she was eventually going to be a trainee the year after.

It was never part of her plan but when they scouted her when she was at the mall with her mum, it was a new chapter in her story and her mum begged for her to try it out. As her training days began and she tried to quit she found that she couldn’t go a day without smoking.

She was already addicted to it.

Her habit became stronger and stronger as the days got harder.

6 hours dance practice, 4 hours vocal and 2 hours media training. She found her self sneaking out for smokes during short breaks or before leaving the dorms for any type of schedule.

It sucked that she couldn't get out of it and it was affecting her.

At this point she didn’t even want to stop because if she did her body would fail.

1:45 pm, New York City.

"Alright people let's get started shall we?" The instructor walked onto the stage and stood at the edge waiting for everyone to get in place.

Y/n put her water bottle down and walked over to the group to get into her place so they could start practicing for the show that would happen the next day.

"Y/n and I.N I want more energy from the both of you please," Chan told the two maknae's. He was stood in the back analyzing everything to make sure it was on point.

The two nodded and stood ready to start. The sound of Charmer filled the whole stadium and their bodies started to move with the music. Their vocals being on point and their dancing being better than the last.

"What do you think?" The manager asked Chan. He was now stood down off stage looking at a different point of you. The rest of the band gasping for air.

"It was okay, I liked it but the lighting crew need to do better because I can barely see Felix in the back." He pointed and waved as he spoke. Trying to show the manager what he was imagining.

Y/n saw this as an opportunity to slip away for a bit for a short smoke break. She needed it. Her hands were shaking and her body couldn't really function due to the fuck she was going through withdrawals.

"Chan, may I use the washroom?" Her voice was timid but Chan was used to it and was able to hear her over his earpeaces.

"Yeah you can, five minutes yeah?" He replied. "Do you need one of the boys to come with you-"

"No no no it's fine," she replied fast, way to fast for Chan's liking.

"Okay," he squinted his eyes in suspicion but let it go.

She grabbed her bag and made her way through the different hallway. Making sure no one was in sight, she slipped through the backdoor to the back way alley.

It was quiet. No one was there and she was glad. She let go of the sign that lingered in her chest and pulled out the pack of cigs that laid neatly in her small pouch.

Her hands shook as she grabbed one cigarette and put it between her lips where she lit it and took a big puff.

Her body relaxed as the smoke filled her lungs. Her brain that was going hellfire was now calm and relaxed as well.

She thought she was safe when she reached for the second one. None of the boys had called her phone and it had been about 5 minutes.

"Just one more," she thought to herself.

"Y/n?" a voice called right by her ear causing her to jump and drop the pack of cigs.

"What are you doing?" She turned to look at Hyunjin who was visibly angry.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were sealed tightly together.

"Hyunjin what are you doing here?" She asked as she got on her knees trying to collect the cigarettes that were now scattered all over.

"What do you mean what are you doing here? What are YOU doing here Y/n? And why are you smoking? Have you gone mad? Does Chan know about this?" He questioned standing there in shock.

"No,no Chan doesn't know about this and you're not telling him," Y/n hushed him trying to stop him from shouting and yelling.

"I think you've actually gone insane! Ofcourse I'm telling Chan,” he grabbed the cigarettes from Y/n's hand and threw them back to the ground where he stomped all over them.

"Inside. Now." He said through gritted teeth. Y/n was scared, it was visible. She grabbed her back and slowly made her way inside the venue. Her lips quivered.

"Hyunjin please don't tell Chan, please I'll do anything," she begged.

"I have to Y/n. I'm so disappointed in you. We trusted you and you do this?" His eyes couldn't meet hers. His body was tense as they walked backstage to the rooms in the back. The hallways gettin busier each second. The employees questioning why she was crying.

"Are you okay-"

"Yes she is please go along with your work," Hyunjin snapped at one of the ladies. Y/n looked up at him frightened because he was always nice to people, he never once raised his voice at an employee.

When they arrived in the room. The boys were sat on the couches or having lunch. Chan was texting on his phone when he looked up.

"Y/n? Why did you bathroom break take so long?" He laughed and looked at Hyunjin who wasn't smiling.

"I caught her smoking Chan, she reeks of cigarettes" her head fell and she looked at her new trainers that one of the companies had sent her for promotion. It looked so intriguing all of a sudden.

"You caught her what? Hyunjin your joking," Chan laughed, "please tell me your joking," he paused and looked at the serious Hyunjin.

"Tell him, tell him now." He slightly pushed her in front of him so they could be face to face.

"I-I can explain Chan,"

"No way Y/n please tell me you're joking," his voice became harsh. The boys all turned to Y/n. They were all shocked at this because she was the last person to ever do such a thing.

"What the fuck?" Changbin's voice sounded. "You've been smoking?"

"Only a little," her voice was small. Timid almost.

"Don't lie, please don't fucking lie right now Y/n." Chan says walking closer to the younger.

"Sit down, now." Leeknow says standing up and dropping his chopsticks.

"Your only 19, I get your all 'grown' BUT your still so young. You're an idol. An idol!" Chan's hand smashes against the table making her jump in her sit.

"Okay then if you think I'm an adult I should be able to smoke or drink or-"

"Are you out of your mind momo?" He snapped back at her, "Do you know what it does to you?"

"But Chan-"

"Quit Or I'll make you quit," was all Chan said before he stormed out the room leaving her with the boys who looked very disappointed.

"I get it, you don't have to look at me like I'm some monster," she wiped her tears with her sleeve to clean the tears that run down her cheeks.

"I just don't have words for you right now, your irresponsible, selfish and careless," Leeknow's words were harsh. So harsh that even Hyunjin cringed and felt bad.

"Then kick me out the band if it's such a big deal," was all she said before she got up and run out the room down the hallway past Chan who was standing by the doors while a manger tried to calm him down and out the stadium. It was cold and she had left all her stuff inside so she was forced to run down the busy streets of New York, freezing.

Chan following after her trying to figure out what was going on.

Her body was shaking from all the tears she cried.

But she continued to run.

She was able to disappear from Chan’s sight. Now Chan was really angry and worried. He'd lost his youngest in the busy streets of New York. She was new to the city and she was an idol. Anything could go wrong. Anything could go extremely wrong.

His heart was beating out of his chest. He grabbed his phone out of his picked rushing to call his manager then leeknow and the boys.

He found himself back in the changing rooms surrounded by everyone. Trying to calm him down.

"I'll go back to the hotel just in case she's back there," Felix assured Chan while he packed up his stuff.

"I'll come with you Lix," Hyunjin grabbed his bag aswell making sure to grab her stuff from the ground. He opened to make sure all her stuff was inside but the site wasn't pretty at all.

Underneath everything he saw 4 more packs of cigarettes causing him to gasp horrendously.

"What? What is it?" Bangchan's neck snapped to his direction. Hyunjin had no words so he just passed the bag to Chan who was now terrified.

"Is she addicted?" Was all he asked before handing the bag to leeknow who was curious aswell.

Chan's hands run through his hair as he was thinking of all the possible ways he could find her in the whole of New York City. He felt guilt. He felt like if he had maybe approached this in a nicer way they could have worked through it but now his anger was just blinding him.

"Okay, police were informed and we're about to go driving around to see if we can somehow spot her," their manager tells them (he was also panicking low key but he didn’t want them knowing) , "do you guys want to join?"

"I'll come with you," Leeknow says quickly.

His hands were shaking and he felt so much guilt aswell. If anything happened to Y/n it would be all his fault and he wouldn't forgive himself.

"Same Hyung," Han jumps in.

They all grabbed their bags and the three (Han, Leeknow and Chan) quickly rushed out right behind their manager.

The rest of the boys cleaned up and quickly left to go to the hotel hoping to find her there safe and sound.

It took 5 hours. 5 hours before Felix had decided to go to the cafe by the hotel to grab drinks for everyone and he had found her sat in a coffee shop, she was shivering and cold but Felix didn’t care because he was angry and Felix was never angry. Without hesitation, Felix dragged her out and back to the hotel even if she was kicking and screaming. He didn’t care. At all. He ignored her pleas and cries.

The lecture she got from Chan and all of them was hot and mean and ruthless but at the end of the day they gave her a choice to either quit or go to rehab but she chose to quit. She “promised” them.

After an hour of grilling her for answers she finally had admitted to everything that was going on and how she felt and how she was battling her own self.

Chan was beating himself up for not noticing and Leeknow was beating himself up for not being there for her.

She was so vulnerable. They all knew her secrets and her problems. She felt like a show everyone was just watching and waiting to break.

6:20, Japan

The first time the boys had noticed her odd behavior was starting up again, was when they had a sign meet and a concert right after. She hadn’t been able to go for a smoke in hours, her body was now trembling and she was sweating a lot. She could barely get through anything and nausea started to grow string in the pit of her stomach.

“Hey, you okay? You kinda look pale love,” Han was sat next to her getting his makeup done and so was she. He had notice she was fidgeting a lot in the chair. Her eyes were red too.

“Yeah just really tired,” she lied and gulped down thick saliva trying to get rid of the nausea but it completely failed.

“I think I’m going to be sick-“ she got up from the chair and run through the corridors to find the bathroom and once she did she through up, but it was good it was just mucus. Her head was thumping and her throat ached.

A hurried knock made her stand up and flush before she opened the door and collapsed in Han’s hands. He was worried for his younger and now he had to curry her to the rooms.

“Hey, stay with me okay? Don’t close your eyes,” he softly said while he blew air into her face to keep her cool.

When he had walked in and found leeknow sat on their changing room couch he let out a sigh of relief.

“Leeknow help me please! It’s Y/n,” he said panicked. Without hesitation leeknow stood up quickly and took her from Hans hands and put her on the couch to lay down.

Han had run down the corridor to get medics as leeknow woke her up from her faint state.

“Momo? Can you hear me? It’s leeknow,” a soft groan left her lips.

“Would you like some water?” She nodded her head and leeknow was on it. He got on one knee and started to feed her small sips of water.

“Tell me what hurts,” he softly said and played with her hair to calm her down.

“Everything,” she softly said and it aches Leeknow’s hurt.

Y/n knew the only way for her to get out of this state was to smoke but how?

“Leeknow, I- I need to use the bathroom,” she groaned and held her hand against her head.

“If you need to puke i’ll get you a bucket love,” he assured her. He didn’t want her waking and being left alone right now. He wouldn’t allow it.

“I need to pee,”

“Okay can you wait until the medics are here?” And right on cue the door opens and a frantic Han walks into the room with a few people behind him. Then Chan and Hyunjin walked in right behind.

“What happened Y/n?” Chan asked straight away and knelt beside her while he rubbed her hands.

“I don’t know Oppa, I was just not feeling the best,”

“You should have told me my love,” he softly said as he watched the medical team examine her.

“I thought it wasn’t this bad,”

“Now you see what it has done,” Hyunjin joint the conversation. “Look how tired you look, have you eaten anything all day?” He asked her.

“I had the lunch Changbin braught me,”

“So if we called Changbin right now he would agree?” Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms. Disappointed.

“No-“

“How bad is it?” Chan asked the man in uniform.

“Not bad, she’s just really dehydrated. We’ll fix an IV on her arm and she’ll be good to go, also may I speak to you outside in the corridor,” Leeknow looks at Chan worried and they exchanged the same expression before Chan head out with the guy.

“I need to pee really bad,” Y/n whines and complains.

“Okay you can go, I’ll come with you,” the lady medic says and slowly guides her to the bathroom. Y/n grabs her lighter and cig and started to smoke it. The feelings make her body slowly awaken and then gain energy. She smoked one more just incase and then washed her hands and made her way back to the last medic.

She was able to walk on her own but just to make it not look suspicious she held onto her and then finally she sat on the couch and got the iv in her arm.

Chan was back in the room and he was examining her. Trying to look for something and once it caught his eye he looked over at the rest of the boys nodding and they all just stare at eachother.

They knew. They knew she was smoking again and it hurt Chan for what was about to come was not going to be pretty.

10:55, south Korea

The paparazzi lights started to increase when She stood up in the podium. Her eyes were red and she had eyebags from the lack of sleep she was getting.

Her hands shook as she grabbed the microphone. The boys stood right behind her. Their head looking at the ground trying to avoid her shaking body.

"Goodmorning, my name is Y/n Y/l/n and I'm a member of strays kids. I didn't want this to happen. Trust me I didn't,"

She took a deep breath looking at the manager that were sat in the front raw. Judging her and giving her a disgusted look.

A sob Left her mouth and she put the microphone down. Trying to get herself together before she spoke again.

"To all the stays out there, I want to say I love you and I hope you guys can forgive me for this. I will be going on haitus for a while," the room is filled with gasps as the flashlights now increase even more.

"I pray that if I do come back I will be better and stronger for you guys and that I will make my group and team proud. Thank you for loving me and i hope to see you guys soon," she bowed before taking a step back and wiping her tears.

The boys all stood around her to hide her body from the camera. Han rubbing her back and whispering something in her ear.

She didn't care though, she was upset. She was so upset with herself but she still managed to blame the boys. Her reasoning? Because she felt like they were giving her up and sending her away.

"Alright, are you all packed?" Their manager stood outside her room.

"Yeah" she softly said rolling her bag out and handing it to the older man.

"Alright the boys are down stairs if you want to say bye, I'll be waiting in the car," he nodded and left her to close her room and head down the steps to her band mates.

They all looked upset, there was no lie there. There were all stood by the door giving her a sympathetic smile.

"I'm going to miss you," Chan steps up and pulls her into a hug. She didn't want it though. She shrugged it off and stood there looking at him with teary eyes.

"Chan please don't do this,"

"You know I want was best for you-"

"But Chan I'll change I promise just give me a chance,"

His eyes were soft and filled with tears. Guilt was eating him up. He so badly wanted not to send her away but he didn't have a choice.

"I'm sorry," the sound of a honk interrupts them and she knew it was time for her to go.

“I hate you,” she sobbed. That was the last thing she said to him and without looking back she left the dorms. Hoping that somehow she would make it out alive.

Breaking news, strays kids maknae Y/N Y/N/L and group manager in have been left in critical condition after a fatal car crash. Was it a set up?

I’m not doing a part two🙈

#skz imagines #skz comfort #skz x reader #skz angst #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles #stray kids as boyfriend material #straykids x reader #stray kids angst #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x y/n #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #straykids

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honeykaes · 1 year

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—𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✦ pairing: scaramouche x reader x dottore

✦ w/c: 2.2k

✦ warning: dark content, yandere content, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: gender-neutral!reader, yandere content, god/goddesses au, based on hades and persephone myth, all characters in genshin are gods, dottore claimed reader since birth, implied stalking, character death, isolation, gaslighting, unedited, scara is referred to as wanderer and scaramouche.

Death always loomed over you in your life when you came to the nation of knowledge. After arriving in Sumeru, your parents came down with an illness killing them in a week leaving you to fend for yourself. As a child, you were passed household to household, each dying for some odd reasons until you were pushed onto the Eremites—the people in the rainforest claiming I was the Eremites’ problem now. People in the desert village claimed you were cursed, opting not to help or support you growing up. Even in the small orphanage you were in, there was no solace, you just patiently waited for the day you could leave.

You were grown now though, you couldn’t let yourself be downed by your past. The small joys in your life came from your gardening utilizing what little seeds you could get from traders and creating your own small box of herbs and vegetables shielded by the sun’s ruthless rays. Although not everyone in the village would eat your crops claiming they were a bad omen, some lonely orphans would come enjoying the sweet produce you had to offer. You were grateful for Nahida, the Goddess of Academics, Harvest, and Forests for blessing you. After all, things in your life were beginning to calm down, thankfully.

Until he came

Through time, the small village began to branch out into the surrounding desert in hopes to start building larger homes and places to try to help the increasing population. The civilization began to creep into the rainforest, as the villagers cut down tree after tree. No one expected this simple action would anger the Gods.

You were in the market one day, trying to get new supplies when the winds picked up quickly. The large gusts of wind made you drop everything in your large to try and cover your face, it’s cool air nipping your skin. The sky became dark and cloudy, large booms emitting from them.

Soon enough, a figure descended from the sky. In the middle of the village, people were in awe looking at the descended God. He had short hair, reminiscent of navy along with his eyes glowering below at the crowd. His eyebrows were furrowed, glaring at the mortals of this village, arms crossed in the process.

“I always told my naive friend that humans were lowly, greedy people. To think you proved my point exactly right as you destroyed his blessed realm,” he seethed, voice booming. An older man ran up to him before bowing. He was clearly shaking.

“Oh Wanderer, God of Hurricanes and Storms, son of Ei, Goddess of Time and Lighting, please forgive us. We were ignorant to think our thoughts of expansion would hurt the merciful Nahida,” he cried out. Wanderer rolled his eyes, kicking the old man. His body landed on one of the wooden houses, making a dent. He wasn’t moving, eyes still agape…

“Nahida had blessed this village before and this is how you repay her?! You, mortals, have not experienced a true storm before, and I shall take such salvation in blowing this pitiful town to shreds for hurting my dearest friend. Because I know she is a kind and self-sacrificing person, you will have a month to get your lives in order before they are claimed by the underworld” he announced. Villagers began to cry and scream. You resisted the urge to cry. Although you had little money, you could afford to travel to another village deeper within the desert before the month ended that was blessed by the Goddess of Protection, Dehya.

“Please Wanderer! Mercy! There are children in this village who haven’t experienced their full life,” another begged. Wanderer clicked his tongue, not glaring. It seemed like he was enjoying the terrified cries of this village. The man speaking looked over at you before sneering. His boney hands clenched your wrist tightly before dragging you towards the god. You cursed under your breath, trying to get free from his grasp but it wasn’t successful. The man threw you onto the hard ground, right in front of the Wanderer.

“Would you prefer a sacrifice instead?! This person is a cursed creature. Everyone around them dies. By killing them, our sins in this village can be cleansed, right?” the man babbled, fear and insanity dripping in every world.

You shifted your head, glaring at the crazy man. He didn’t make sense. He just wanted to use you as a scapegoat. Wanderer looked down at you, a shadow covering his eyes. His hand reached out towards your cheek but didn’t make content, opting to loom near it. Your body quivered in fear, adrenaline pumped through your system. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

Was this your end? Would this wrathful God kill you right here and now?

He pulled his arm back, covering it in his kimono’s robe once more. He looked up at the old man. Wanderer’s face ceased to that of anger, opting for a more calm demeanor instead.

“...I accept, but they will not be my sacrifice. You are lucky they remain in this village and didn’t leave from the ostracization you all have done. I expect you all to show them the utmost kindness before I collect them,” he stated. The Wanderer caught your eyes one more time, an unreadable expression on his face as he helped your shocked form back onto your feet.

“When the tempest begins, I shall collect you to the heavens,” Wanderer murmured. With one last sinister glare to the people, Wanderer’s body vanished into the winds, the gust hitting everyone around the square.

You didn’t say a word, looking at where the god was once. Your body couldn’t stop shaking. You looked down towards your hands, before hugging yourself. What did this god even want with you in the first place? You couldn’t exactly escape now.

The villagers just stood there in shock, looking at you, the person they cursed so much.

Three weeks went by quickly, as the villagers tried to adjust to the second chance the God of Hurricanes and Storms gave them. You tried

Within the three weeks that had passed, the village shifted its perspective on you, you felt suffocated. They claimed you were blessed, opting to always buy your produce. The garden you loved was desolate from demand. The villagers were beginning to suffocate you with their false kindness, gifts, and more.

You could only find some sort of peace in the deforested area, now dictated cursed land. Your eyes wandered to the amounts of large tree stumps around you, cracked and grim. The once rich dark soil was dried. You’d never have guessed the forest became a graveyard.

“Will I die…” you muttered to yourself, kicking the rocks in front of you. Wanderer claimed he would bring you into the heavens. You couldn’t imagine another way he would do this. Others claimed you may be turned into a deity, or a nymph, your power to his choosing. Regardless of the positives, you didn’t want to go through with this though. Seeing Wanderer’s bloodthirst was enough to see he wasn’t someone to be messed with, and you didn’t want to have another interaction from that.

“Do you want to die?” a voice whispered into your ear. You shivered, snapping your head into the direction of the deep voice, but there was nobody there. You started to back up before you ran into someone’s chest. Your eyes widened, close to those of saucers, before you looked up to see the figure.

Scars littered his pale skin. His long, cyan hair shifted as he tilted his head as intense glowing red eyes focused on you. As a mischievous smirk crept onto his face, you notice how sharp all his teeth were.

“Did I scare you, darling?” he teased. You pushed your back away from him, turning your body to properly face him. You’d heard the rumors before.

The God of Death had eyes that would shake whomever he gazed at. It seemed that rumor was true, you were trembling

You clenched your jaw tightly watching the god’s gaze on you. He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at your hostility.

“You humans always act the same when you see me. Whenever you mention death, you have a chance of summoning me,” he chuckled. You forced yourself to swallow to lubricate your throat before letting out a heavy sigh.

“...I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude to the God of Death,” you stammered. Dottore chuckled, putting his hand to his mouth, eyes narrowing at you.

“Although I appreciate you know your place, relax. No need to be so formal, at least not right now,” he stated. You looked down, worry swimming in your eyes as thoughts rapidly passed through you. Dottore noticed your fearful behavior, but it didn’t stop him from getting closer.

“...I’m not here to collect your soul if that’s what you’re worried about—at least yet,” he revealed. Some relaxation returned to your body, but you still remained on edge. The last time you met a God, things didn’t work out for you.

“You know your pretty popular talk right now with the Gods. To think Scaramouche would take interest in a human? It’s unheard of,” he chuckled. You didn’t want to think about the Wanderer right now. Your freedom would be taken away any day now.

“Gee...I’m so grateful,” you muttered. Dottore quirked an eyebrow out, his toothy cheshire grin returning as he leaned into you. He smelt of ash and...something sweet?

“Although I’m not to collect your soul today, tomorrow is another story. You know, you’re going to perish tomorrow,” he confessed. You clasped your hands tightly around each other, a fake smile creeping onto your lips.

“...I figured as much. I think I’ve come to terms with it. Life for me wasn’t that great anyway,” you muttered. Dottore’s grinning faltered, looking away from you and towards the barren forest. His eyes glared at the stumps, almost in jealousy.

“Why’s that?” he asked. You rubbed your shoulders to try and ease your compiling fear.

“Everyone I’m around seems to die. My parents, my guardians...everyone. I grew up for the most part alone, no one in the village…even people in the rainforest, wanted to associate with me,” you confessed. Dottore hummed, looking back at you.

“...You could always change your fate,” Dottore suggested. Your eyebrows furrowed, confused about what he was insinuating. Amused once more by your reaction, he chuckled.

“Changing something like that will cost something, right? Nothing like that comes free,” you exclaimed. Dottore shrugged his shoulders, lifting his palm out. An azure fire produced in his palm, before it ceased revealing a pomegranate.

“By eating death’s fruit, you can avoid your fate. Doesn’t that sound good,” he revealed. You gazed at the maroon fruit in his hand before looking back at his fiery orbs.

“...You still haven’t answered my question,” you stated. Dottore scoffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Does it truly matter? By all means, if you want to be taken away by that defective God, fine. Expect your death to be painful before he drags your soul up towards the heavens where you’ll serve him for eternity. I thought you witnessed his temperament before, but if you think you can deal with it, I’ll just take my business elsewhere,” he hummed, turning his back to you.

He started to walk off. Your heart loudly thumped in your chest. Your one chance of freedom was walking away. Your body shook in frustration before you ran up and caught the god’s wrist. Unamused eyes gazed down at you.

“...Please help me,” you begged, avoiding his piercing gaze. His hand dragged down towards your eyes revealing the pomegranate.

“Then eat, mortal,” he muttered. You grasped the fruit hesitantly, placing it on your lips. No smell was coming from it. Your eyes wandered up towards Dottore, who had a small smile on his face.

What choice did you truly have?

Biting down onto the fruit, its sweet justice spewed in your mouth staining your teeth a red hue. You looked down towards the bitten fruit, head feeling light as if you were drunk. You placed a hand on your forehead, dropping the pomegranate onto the forest floor. Dottore began to laugh in his low deep voice. He sauntered over, lifting up your chin higher towards him. You looked back dazed and confused—vision beginning to haze. He leaned down, placing his leathery lips onto yours.

“After all these years, you’re finally mine (Y/n)...”

Fluttering your eyes open, you noticed you were in a bedroom. Your head pounded as your body felt weak. In squinted eyes, you tried to soak up where you were. You’d never seen a bedroom like this before. You moved your body up, towards the door hearing two loud voices yelling at one another.

“Dammit Dottore! How dare you take my betrothal away! They were a kind, pure soul. Your stupidity has left a whole village dead,” a familiar voice yelled out. Your body, covered in a black robe, you shivered as the room temperature dropped. The other man laughed, unfazed by the other’s outburst.

“How dare you attempt to steal my infatuation. I wasn’t just going to let you take away the person I’ve claimed for so long—” You walked back towards the bed, confused and scared.

How could you forget?

Death always was in your life. It took away you parents, and people in your life over and over again until it was just you remaining.

...It must’ve been Dottore all this time.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #dottore x reader #yandere dottore #tw dark content #tw yandere #cw dark content

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Eris x Reader | Warming You

type: fluff warning(s): non-sexual nudity word count: 1,5k words summary: after returning from the Winter Court, Eris helps you warm up again

Eris’ heart is rapidly beating in his chest. He is pacing in his study, his gaze straying to the window behind his desk, frost spiderwebbed across it. It is cold, a very cold autumn day, but not nearly as cold as it gets in the Winter Court. The Winter Court, the coldest place in all of Prythian and the place where you currently are. The place you should have left hours ago, but you haven’t returned. Still haven’t come home to your mate. To say he is nervous would be an understatement. His heartbeat increases, his palms turning clammy from the sweat that comes with the rising fear. Where the hell are you?

Eris does not want to over-react, does not want to freak out, but when it comes to his mate, to his High Lady, that alarm bells start ringing much earlier than any other time. He is a nervous wreck whenever you are gone for too long, because, even though he still feels you through the bond, danger is lurking around every corner, just getting read to strike. It is this uncertainty, this unpredictability about what could maybe happen when you go on a mission for him, that makes him lose his mind. Eris nervously taps his index finger against his thigh, inhaling a deep breath. His hand comes up, he brushes it through his hair, removing the leather strap, and untangles his silken strands. Then he brushes his hand through his hair once again and releases a low groan of frustration. He is only going to wait a little longer and then he will leave…leave for the Winter Court, or he might flip.

Eris walks up to the window, his hands braced on the cold window sill. The wind is howling outside, blowing leaves in all the colours of autumn around in the air and scattering them across the floor. He can hardly make out the colours and shades of orange, red and yellow because the sun has nearly fully set and darkness and night start to fall over the land. It is becoming night not only in the Autumn Court — in every court by now. And being outside, a this time, in the Winter Court is lethal. You are dressed well, but your body not made for the low temperature. Eris does not let himself think further about that, he closes his eyes for a brief moment, inhales a breath and slowly blinks his eyes open again. He squints, his gaze narrowing in on movement in the distance.

Luckily it is then that the gates on the east side of the estate start to open and once glimpse at the figure staggering into the court yard is enough to calm his heart a little. He swiftly turns on his heels, dashing out of his study, heading for the foyer to wait for you there. Almost like winnowing he runs to the big entrance doors, hoping to arrive there before you.

You are shuddering, your fingers numb from the biting cold, when you push open the big oak doors and stumble inside. Eris is already there to catch you, having rushed down the hallway and the broad staircase to get to you in time. “My darling,” he says, his own rapid heartbeat matching yours. His strong arms sling around your middle and he pulls you to him, the warmth his skin radiates making the slightest bit of cold already disappear from your body. Eris holds you close to his body, idly stroking your back and your side. He leans in, his cheek pressing against the side of your head. “I was worried,” he breathes into your hair. You curl your own arms tighter around him, holding him tightly and letting his warmth seep into you. “I am sorry, I got hold up. Then it started to get dark, a snow storm started and the journey took longer than expected.”

Eris gives you a tight squeeze and breathes in deeply, drawing in your scent. “Don’t apologise. It is all good now.” He kisses the side of your head, leaning back the slightest bit to catch a glimpse of your face. “Shall we take a bath, my darling?”

You incline your head a little, your chin brushing Eris’ chest. A small smile appears on his lips, simultaneously on yours and in the next moment his arm moves under your knees and he picks you up, carefully carrying you upstairs to the large bathroom. It is all brown marble, even the bathtub in the middle of the room which is magically already filled with water. A few candles are burning, otherwise the room is dim. Eris has prepared this for you.

He places your down on the floor, turning you so you face him again and he can start to undress you. Eris skillfully makes work of the button of your jacket, helping you slip out of it. Your thick sweater, the warm trousers as well as shoes and socks follow. The High Lord of Autumn takes his time helping you get rid of your undergarments and neatly folds everything on a stool next to the sink. You are still cold, shivering a little but the bathroom is warm, is heated.

Standing nude in front of him for probably the 500 time, he still looks at you like he sees you for the very first time. Eris is ogling your body in a sensual way, there is nothing unpleasant or uncomfortable about it. No male has ever made you feel as seen and respected as Eris does. His gaze leaves warmth in every place it touches and a bright smile spreads over his face. “Even shaking like a leave in the wind you are the most breathtaking female I have ever seen.” The High Lord pulls his lower lip between his teeth, opening his own shirt. He strips out of his clothes and then extends his hand to you. You take it and he brings your body close to his, kissing you softly when your lips finally connect, your chest pressed against his. His solid body is warm, the fine dusting of red hair tingling your skin the tiniest bit. You revel into the kiss, in the feel of his body against yours.

Eris leads you to the bath, carefully getting in first and helping you step over the edge. The hot liquid feels like balm to your soul and a soft moan slips through lips which has Eris’ blood rushing to one specific body part. He groans a little when he sits down, helping you down as well and lets you fit in between his legs, your back against his chest. You perfectly fit, leaning onto him, the bubbles surrounding you. The scent of honey, cinnamon and forest surrounds and you let your eye lids fall close, relishing in the warmth that slowly seeps into every fiber of your body. Eris’ fingers dance over your arms, idly stroking up and down, barely even touching you, but it feels incredibly. You sigh audibly, your hand falling to Eris’ thigh, you draw small circles to his skin.

“How was your day, my love?” you whisper into the silence of the room. Blinking your eyes open, you watch the shadows of the flames dance on the wall opposite of you. “Very calm,” Eris answers and you know he is lying. Since becoming a High Lord he hasn’t had one single calm day. There is always a lot to do.

“And now an honest answer?” you softly pinch the skin on his inner thigh and a little yelp leaves him. “You cruel thing.” Eris chuckles a little and you feel him shift behind you. He kisses your head and then sinks into the water again. “It was quite stressful. I had many talks with lords, they were alright, but you know how this males are.”

You give his knee a gentle squeeze and turn your head a little so you can look up at him. “I am sorry to hear this,” you say and add, “did they take you serious this time or to I have to punch someone really hard?”

Eris chest rumbles with laughter, brushing against your back. “My lovely and violent mate.” He grins brightly and lets his hand travel to yours, holding it firmly in his. “It was really alright and they also took me serious. We had interesting talks, it was just exhausting. I didn’t really have a break.” Eris lifts your arm, bringing your hand to his mouth and he kisses your knuckles, smiling against your skin. “How was the Winter Court?”

You tell him about the talks you had with Viviane and Kallias, about the trades and treaties you talked about and also about the situation in Prythian.” Eris listens to every word you say, bound to your lips. He loves when you do diplomacy, loves listening to you when you talk about.

Using his magic Eris warms the water from time to time so you can stay in as long as you want, finally enjoying some peaceful rest and calm after a very exhausting day.

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tags: @sunshinebingo@tarataraaaa@brekkershadowsinger@azriels-mate123 @mandziaaa@cosmic-whispers @mali22@elsie-bells@imma-too-many-fandoms@kuraikei@ginnyweasley06@bubnix@powerfulpantera @a-frog-with-a-laptop

#eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #acotar #acosf

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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Performance

Performing was an art. One that requires passion and ambition. To truly give your audience a great show, you must be willing to offer your soul. For a stiff character has no place amoung the stories you wish to tell.

Something was wrong. Class 1-C was having difficulty and needed more time to prepare. They had worked very hard, and you knew that they didn't deserve to get a bad score for the props taking longer to set up.

You quickly whisper into Dali-Sans ear before he can announce them. "They need more time something went wrong." He nodded and flashed a smile to the audience. "We're in for a special treat, it seems, this year! Our own staff will be giving a small performance as well this year!"

You frowned. What in hell was he thinking? "My lovely friend here will be entertaining you for a short while as we help set up for the next act!" He handed you the mic and rushed off. Oh, you were going to kill him later for this.

But not before you got your own fun out of it. "Kalego-San, didn't you promise to assist me?" You smiled as Poro-Chan gasped. You knew he couldn't resist a show with Kalego in it. It guaranteed his distraction.

Kalego narrowed his eyes as he was set down and placed before the stage. Before he could say anything negative or deny, you started. "Oh foolish man of whom pride lays claim to, your arrogance may be your very undoing."

Pointing a finger at his accusingly as you watched him now make his way on stage storming up to you. "How time hath changed you. For you are not the one that I knew so long ago." You sighed.

He glared at you before speaking his voice carrying without assistance. "You are also not the one I so fondly remember or have you forgotten? You whose soul is now filled with envy." His smug smirk rising as a challenge.

Fine then. You tossed the mic backstage, knowing someone had caught it. "Fondly, he says." You scoffed mockingly. Both of you started circling each other in intimidating manors.

"When have you ever thought fondly of me?" He advanced forward, and you let him grasp your chin. "There are many things I do it seems that escape your notice." He pretended to examine you before letting go.

"How dare you! If I do not notice, it is because you neither show nor say anything!" You hissed, turning your back to him.

"Must I say anything? Must I show you? Why must I constantly remind you of such?" He questioned as he leaned over your shoulder seductively. "I pity the soul who lives with your affections." You brushed him away and moved back to your original starting point.

"Do you not wish a life with me?" He asked rather softly. You paused, glancing back. "Do not be foolish." You stated firmly. "Time and time again I have remained by your side have I not? Or has your swelling ego allowed you to forget?"

Crossing your arms, you turned away again. He laughed bitterly. "And you claim to pity any soul stuck with me. I'd hate to see the sap trapped in what you call love." You winced clutching your heart.

"Do not speak to me of such things!" You snapped, spinning to face him. "My love is as vast and as endless as the sea. My love amounts more than the stars in the heavens! My love shall remain eternal through summer, winter, spring, and fall!"

You glared at him, eye to eye chest to chest. "How could you of whom I care for so much not know?" You asked. Waiting for a response. He did not answer. Instead, he turned his head away from you.

"Then maybe we did not know each other at all." You stepped back and turned to leave. You felt him grasp your wrist. "I know that you drive me insane." His voice is calm yet held a depth you couldn't understand.

"I know each day I wake up and start worrying about all the trouble you will cause me." You continued to stare ahead, not looking back. "I know that you love so fiercely that time seems to halt just so that you can produce more of your inane affections."

You peered back at him. Somehow, you knew that the two of you weren't playing anymore. "You say that as if you love me." The room was quiet. As if you were the only two inside.

"I- I love you so much that words could not describe and actions can not convey how I feel to you." He swallowed, looking at you painfully. Embarrassment crossing his features.

You turned to fully face him now. "You are arrogant and cocksure." You said, and he winced, releasing his hold on you. You took the chance to grab his tie and pull him closer.

"You hate showing weakness, so you pretend to not care because you were taught that caring is weakness." Now you were nose to nose. You could see the fear and hope clashing in his eyes.

"Someone so prideful yet secretly kind as you. You should not have given your love to someone as greedy as me." You leaned in and brushed your lips together briefly. Pulling back, you smiled. "I plan on keeping your love all for myself."

Kalego only stared at you in silent shock. For a moment, you thought you went too far. Maybe you had misunderstood or read the signals wrong.

"If you're going to love me, love me properly." He scolded. You blinked. What did he mean by that? He grasped you close and pressed his lips hungrily to your own. Oh! Oh, he meant that.

You sigh, relaxing into his hold. Both of you were startled by the loud cheers and applause from the audience. Kalego swore under his breath before dragging you backstage to hide his embarrassed face in your shoulder.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #kalego sensei #naberius kalego #dantalion #kalego x reader #poro

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Drama CD #1-1: The Genie of Wishes in the Underground Ruins (ENG)

[DISCLAIMER: This translation was made by me! Feel free to repost parts of it or the entire text wherever you want as long as you credit the translator correctly!]

INTRO

Arle: Drama CD Puyo Puyo!

STORY

Narrator: A dark underground ruin crawling with dangerous monsters… This is the setting of a certain legend the people tell. It is said that within this ruin a being known as the “Genie of Wishes” has been sealed, and that he shall grant but a single wish of whoever comes to break this seal…

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Arle: Hah! There! One, two… Ice Storm!

SFX: *Monster dying shriek*

Arle: I did it!

SFX: *bouncing*

Carbuncle: Gugu! Gugugu!

Arle: Oh! Carby’s using that Puyo as a trampoline! That sure looks fun!

Arle: But this isn’t the time! C’mon, we gotta hurry on along!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

SFX: *their footsteps as they run further into the labyrinth*

Arle: It sure has been a while since we’ve gone on this sort of adventure, hasn’t it? Let’s make sure that the first people to break the seal on the wishin genie sealed at the center of this dungeon will be us! Okay, Carby?

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu!

Arle: Yeah, you’ve right! That’s why we’ve gotta speed up! I mean, what if somebody’s already gotten in here before us?

Witch: Howdy!

Arle: WARRRGH!! …Witch? Don’t scare me like that, geez!

Witch: Oh, c’mon, gimme a smile! Say ‘Howdy!’

Arle: H-Howdy…? Wait, if you’re here, then that means… You’re after the wishing genie too, aren’t you?

Witch: Yep, guess I am.

Arle: Then you leave me no choice! Let’s battle!

Witch: Now, hold on a minute! Personally, I’ve got no intentions of scuffling with you, Arle!

Arle: Huh?

Witch: I mean, this dungeon is dangerous, like, VERY dangerous. And I’m just a frail little witchling, oh, however will I make it through here on my own? So I was thinking, Arle, how about you and I team up for this adventure?

Arle: Heh? Um, well…

Witch: Oh, please, please, pretty please? Do it for your old friend Witch~?

Carbuncle: Gugu…?

Arle: I mean, if you really wanna party up that bad… I guess…

Witch: …As if~…Ohohoho…

Witch: Gotcha guard down! Meteo!!

SFX: *attacking sound*

Arle: Heheh! Not a chance!!

SFX: *spellcasting and attacking sounds*

Witch: WHOA!!

Arle: I knew it! You were never the type to play nice. I figured you had some kind of ulterior plan, so I made sure to prepare a counter attack when you weren’t paying attention!

Witch: Urgh…This blows…

Arle: You stay here and take a little nap now.

Witch: Hmpf! This isn’t fair, you know!

Arle: Right back at you! Seriously… Anyway, Carby, let’s move on!

SFX: *footsteps*

Carbuncle: Gugu!

Witch: W-WAIIIIT!

SFX: *they keep running*

Arle: *sigh* So Witch made it here too… And if she did, then I bet-

Carbuncle: *gasp* GUGU!!

Arle: Huh? Carby?

Schezo: Hmpf… Arle. It would see you too have laid your sights upon the legendary Genie of-

Arle: YES, BINGO!! I KNEW it was gonna be Schezo next~!

Schezo: What the- S-STOP POINTING AT ME! My face is NOT your bingo sheet!

Arle: Geez, it’s just a figure of speech, calm down! By the way, what’s it you’re after today? My magic power or that of the wishing genie?

Schezo: Hmpf. I shall answer you. What I desire… is BOTH!

SFX: *sword slash*

Arle: Ack! Rushing forward and attacking is not cool!

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Schezo: It is your own fault for neglecting your guard! Finally, today will be the day that I shall make you my own! Oh, roar, my Dark Sword!

Arle: Urgh! I can’t fall behind…

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Arle: Judgement!

Schezo: That won’t suffice! I am more than ready to neutralize and counter that attack! Sting Shade!!

SFX: *blast*

Arle: Argh! Schezo is always so strong…!

Schezo: Hmpf. Are you ready to beg for your life now? …W-Wait! What is that there dangling from your hip? It is… so round!

Arle: That? Oh, that’s a good luck charm Amitie gave me a while back. It’s a little plush figure that looks like an acorn frog. I think it’s really super-

Schezo: Uhh… it’s so cuuuuute…!

Arle: Yeah, right? It’s super cute and…! Wait, huh?

Schezo: Such a lovely sight…! While the real thing is already unsurpassable in its adorableness, seeing a plush figure modeled in its image is just too…!

Arle: Um, Schezo? Anybody still home in there…?

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu…

Schezo: Right now, there is nothing… NOTHING I desire more than to have YOU!!

Arle: Ah… um… You mean… the plush, right? Okay, anyway…

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Arle: Seriously, how can he leave himself wide open like that… Urgh… I can’t even feel any good about this, but… let’s just get this over with.

Arle: MIND BLAST!

SFX: *blast, cartoon birds tweeting*

Schezo: WAAAARGH!

Arle: Critical hit straight to the brain, huh? Anyway, you spend some time recovering from the mind-melt here now!

Schezo: *lisping* Uhh… uhh… Where’sh this? What wash I… doing…?

Arle: Okay, Carby. Let’s hurry on along!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

SFX: *footsteps as they leave*

Arle: We’re pretty far in now, huh?

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Arle: I’m pretty sure we’re just about due for her now…

Rulue: OH-HOHOHOHO!

Arle: *sigh* Yeah… There’s the laugh. I figured. I knew she’d show up. But, still..

Rulue: I had a feeling you would be here, Arle!

Arle: Hey there… Rulue…

Rulue: You must also be searching for the Genie of Wishes. But in the end I will be one to undo the seal! And then I shall have a GORGEOUS wedding with my darling prince, Satan!

Arle: Yeah. That stupid, bland wish sure sounds like you.

Rulue: *shrieking* What are you calling “stupid” and “bland”!? Arle! Not only must you always stand in the way of my romance with my Satan, but now you’re also being so incredibly rude to me!!

Arle: What did I even do!? It’s Satan who’s obsessed with chasing me, not the other way around!

Rulue: *shriek* You will pay for this…! I will shut you up for good with my marvelous martial arts techniques!

Arle: *sigh* Yeah, of course this is where this conversation went.

Rulue: I will NOT hold back for a second!

SFX: *Puyo chaining sounds*

Rulue: Queen’s Dance!

Arle: AAAAAAHH!!

SFX: *blast, more chaining sounds*

Arle: AHH, she sure still knows how to pack a punch! Urgh, and I’m still powered out from casting earlier. I really was hoping to avoid more battles… Looks like I’ve got only one choice!

Rulue: Come now, Arle. What’s wrong? Show me your best shot!

Arle: Hey, Rulue! Look behind you! It’s Satan!

Rulue: Such an obvious lie! That trick won’t work on me.

Arle: But Rulue, he’s waving at you~

Rulue: Ungh… As if I’d fall for this…!

Arle: Oh! And now he’s winking at you!

Rulue: …Uhhh….uhh…!

Arle: Ah! He just blew you a kiss!

Rulue: …She’s lying… I know she’s lying, but… Oh, why must you betray me, my foolish heart…!? OH, MY DARLING, SATAN~!!

Arle: Hngh! Fireball!

SFX: *chain sound, blast*

Rulue: AAAAAHHH!

Arle: Sorry for this, Rulue. But I really don’t think you should have THAT wish granted~!

Rulue: How dare you… AAAARLE!!

SFX: *footsteps as Arle runs away*

Rulue: COME BACK HERE, RIGHT NOW!

SFX: *still running*

Arle: *pant, pant…* …Ahh!! There it is! The final door!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

Arle: The wishing genie is sealed behind that door! And we’re first in line to unseal him!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

SFX: *gate opening*

SFX: *slow footsteps*

Satan: Truely, Arly, Carbunny! You two ARE first in line! Let me congratulate you! …Or, well, you would be first. If one were to not count me! The great monarch of the night, Satan!

Arle: Satan? You’re here too!?

Satan: I had a feeling you would not miss your chance to visit this place, so I waited here. Hah. And you have done well defeating the many opponents in your path and making it here first! I expected no less of you, Arle! You are truly worthy of being my wedded empress!

Arle: I keep telling you! I’ll NEVER be your “empress”! *sigh* How many times have I said that line now? I’ve kinda lost count.

Carbuncle: Gugu-gu…

Satan: Now, now, there’s no need to be flustered! WAHAHAHAHA!!

Arle: This is really bad… Satan may be a moron, but he’s also really super powerful…!

Satan: Now, Arly, Carbunny, time to stop playing coy! Else I’ll have to be a liiiittle forceful in escorting you out of her~!

Arle: *sigh* Overthinking this isn’t going to help… Let’s get this going, Satan!

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Arle: Hah! There! Fireball!!

Satan: Oh my, oh my… I suppose I shall accept this symbol of your burning passion!

Arle: Urgh… Ice Storm!

Satan: Ahhh~ Such a nice, little breeze~

Satan: It is about time I returned fire… Disaster!

Arle: *screaming* AAAAAH!!

Carbuncle: *screaming: GUUUU!!

Arle: Ou, ou, ou, ou, ouch…! Carby! Are you okay?

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Satan: Awww! Don’t make such a sad face my precious little Carbunny! I promise I’ll give you lots of pets after we’re done here~!

Arle: Hm… Satan!

Satan: Hm? What is it, Arle?

Arle: Um…Could you stand over there for a moment?

Satan: For what? Do you want to admire me striking battle poses for a little longer~? Hm~?

Arle: A little further right!

Satan: You mean here? How is this? Does this angle make me look especially handsome?

Arle: Yes, yes, that’s very good~! …Now, Carby!!

Carbuncle: Gu! GUGUGU!!

SFX: *Rubelcrack Beam*

Satan: W-WAAAAARGH!!! M…My eyes! MY EYES!!

Arle: Perfect teamwork, Carby! Okay, Satan, we’re gonna go now! BYE~!

Satan: U-Urgh… N-No, wait… This can’t be… ARLE, WAIIIT!!

SFX: *footsteps as Arle runs away*

SFX: *still running*

Arle: *panting*

SFX: *stops running*

Arle: *deep breath* Carby! We did it! We’re here!

Carbuncle: Gu-gugu!

Arle: Now, let’s see… Where’s that Wishing Genies sealed? The only thing I can see in this room is some musty, old kind of pot…

Genie(muffled): Over here…!

Arle: Whoaaa!! The pot just talked to me!

Genie(muffled): Over here…! I am sealed within this awful thing!

Arle: Oh, so that’s how it is… Hey, so, I heard that you’ll grant one wish to the person who helps you outta there. Is that true?

Genie(muffled): Yes. No matter how greedy or preposterous your wish, it will come true just as you imagine it! Now, come on, hurry, open the lid of this jar!

Carbuncle: Gugu…

Arle: …Right, you feel it too, don’t you, Carby? I have this really bad feeling about this.

SFX: *someone comes running*

Witch: *panting* …Hold it right there!

Arle: Argh! Witch!?

Witch: *panting* …Now I’ve caught up to you!

SFX: *more people running*

Schezo&Rulue: *heavy panting*

Schezo: ARLE! YOU’LL PAY FOR EARLIER!

Rulue: ARLE! DON’T YOU THINK YOU’VE WON ALREADY!

Arle: And now Schezo and Rulue are here too!

Schezo: Now hand me that jar at once!

Rulue: Give it to me!

Witch: No, to me!

[The scene now descends into Schezo, Rulue and Witch incomprehensibly bickering over each other about who should take the pot from Arle. This keeps going as Arle starts to talk again.]

Arle: What do I do now…? Argh! I don’t have time to think this over!!

SFX: *jar being ploppen open*

Witch: EEK! Arle already opened the jar!!

Arle: Whoa…! *cough* What’s with all this smoke? What is going on!?

Rulue: Kiii! What is happening now!?

Schezo: Wait…

Rulue: Huh?

Schezo: Something is not right here…!

Arle: Huh!? The smoke is taking the shape of a person!

Genie: Wa-Ha-Ha… Hehehehehehe!! You fools! Thank you for breaking the seal on me, the Genie of Despair!!

Arle: Huh?

Schezo: The Genie of…Despair?

Rulue: But did the legend not speak of a Genie of Wishes?

Genie: Hahaha! That was a rumor I spread to lure foolish adventurers here. And it seems my plan worked perfectly!

Witch: Then… It was all a lie!?

Genie: That is precisely what it was! I mean who in their right mind would grant you lots’ wishes!? I must say, watching you all be deceived by such an obviously made up tale and quarrel so gruesomely among each other was very amusing!

The Group: *restless sounds*

Genie: Eheheheheh! My powers are returning to me quickly! Behold the great power that once spread poison miasma across the lands! A magic which’s destructive spells once drove out each and every challenger who stepped before me, and turned this area into a land of despair!

The Group: *more restless sounds*

Genie: Now, you shall fear me! Tremble in terror! In thanks of breaking my seal, you all shall be the first to taste the despair I-

The Group: SHUT THE HECK UP!! (Gu-gugu-GU!)

Genie: …Heh?

Witch: How dare you deceive me! You sure have nerve!

Rulue: I’ll teach you to play with the dreams of a maiden in love!

Schezo: I have no use for the magic of a being as repulsive as you!

Arle: You’ve REALLY gone and made us mad at you now, you know!?

Carbuncle: Gugu-gugu-GU!

[Everybody is incomprehensibly yelling at the genie without waiting their turn.]

Genie: W-Wait! Were you even listening to what I said!? *deep breath* I am an INCREDIBLY powerful Genie of Despair, who is going to-

Arle: EAT THIS CHAIN! Here I go!! Diacute!

SFX: *Puyo popping sounds*

Witch: I’ll take over! Twinkle Dust!

Rulue: Very well! Concentration!

Schezo: Oh, dark power… Tear Apart!

Genie: *shrieking* What is this comet my eyes see before me!? W-Wait! Just a moment ago you were quarreling and snarling amongst each other! Why can you suddenly work together so perfectly!?

Arle: Take this! This is a special chain, full of all our anger! BAYO~EN!!

SFX: *BIIIG IMPACT*

Genie: WAAAAAAAHHH! *blasts off like Team Rocket*

Arle: *pants and sighs* Haaah… Now I feel a little better, I guess.

Witch: We managed to unite our powers wonderfully!

Schezo: Not by choice, of course, but I am also not surprised.

Rulue: Who would’ve thought that a party as prone to quarreling as us could work together so well?

Arle: Yeah, it’s scary how well we all synchronize when it comes down to it, huh?

SFX: *someone comes running*

Satan: Ah! Arle! What happened here? I heard a loud noise…

Arle: Oh! Satan! You only just got here? Your eyes aren’t hurting still, are they…?

Satan: Hmpf… I still find myself blinking a bit more than I should. But, much more importantly! I just saw a rather evil-looking genie come soaring my way. Before I knew it I’d caught it in my hands and sealed it away in a bottle suitable for the job, but where did it come from, I wonder?

Genie(muffled again): No! NO! I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS!!

Rulue: *squee* Oh, my darling Satan! As expected of you, you saved the day!

Schezo: Just throw the bottle out with the recyclables. Nobody wants that trash.

Satan: What has gotten into you…?

Rulue: That all aside… *sigh* What a waste. I came all this way hoping for a gorgeous wedding with my Satan, and now this!

Satan: R-Rulue… I think you just gave me the chills…

Schezo: *sigh* I too came here looking to increase my power, but it seems all the walking was for naught…

Witch: It’s mortifying! I thought I’d be able to use this as a pretext to finally become a fully-fledged witch!

Arle: Yeah, same here! Just when I thought I’d be able to finally get my hands on some good curry again!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

Schezo: Wait…

Schezo, Rulue & Witch: You were going to wish for CURRY!?

-END

#Neni translates #puyo pop #puyo puyo #puyopuyo #puyo #madou monogatari

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euphoniumpets · 1 year

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THE LANTSOV FAMILY | PROLOGUE

Warnings: none.

A/N: i'm still in my Nikolai Lantsov era so here are the aftermath of shadow and bone where everybody is happy and that Aleksander's past is forgotten and now we dig in by the lantsov children's story instead. I'm tagging the people who were on my tag list for the calm before the storm, if you guys want to be untag or still be tagged for the story, please comment down below. This series is inspired by the show ''bridgerton'' and it will somehow play out by that show.

Tag list: @lyria-skyfall@khaleesihavilliard@shine101 @waddlingwanderer @clqudias @ducks118 @xceafh @peakyispunk @wilmasvensson @parbatai-winchester @priincehoseok @riot-in-my-soulsoul @feyredarling92 @vendy021 @ssprayberrythings @goldenpoison @shine101 @lili-of-the-dream @xushisuxi @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @jennylil @themermaidscales82

Dearest reader, the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season. Consider the household of the Baron Featherington, three misses foisted upon the marriage market like sorrowful sows, by their tasteless mother, tactless mama.

Far better odds might exist in the household of the Queen and King of Ravka, the Lantsov family. A shockingly prolific family, noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons, and perfectly beautiful daughters.

''I am already roasting,'' The youngest complained as she walked down the stairs along with her other siblings. ''Are you to complain the entire day, Eloise?'' The middle sibling questioned her as she walked from behind with annoyance on her face.

''Surely I cannot be expected to bear these fashions the entire day,'' Eloise complained with disgust. ''I feel like a princess, do I look like one?'' The other youngest next to Eloise asked with a beaming look on her face and glanced down at her dress. ''Do you truly wish to know what I think you look like?'' Elosie asked her.

''On your left!''

''Gregory!'' The youngest exclaimed when the youngest brother angirly as they rushed down the stairs to chase each other. ''Is our dear sister still not ready?'' One of the older brothers asked Eloise as they walked down. ''She's only been readying herself the entire night, poor Genya who has to be up there,'' The middle child replied.

''You mean her entire life,'' Eloise remarked. ''I shall run upstairs and hasten her along,'' One of the brothers spoke.

''Colin, wait, I'll do it,'' One of the brothers stopped Colin from going further. Colin rolled his eyes toward the not subtle gesture Benedict who had a small crush on their maiden Genya. ''Oh please, we all know that you have a crush on Miss Safin,'' Colin teased him, earning a glare from his brother.

''Says the one who has a crush on General Nazyalensky,'' Benedict snapped. ''I do not!'' Colin exclaimed before pausing in mid sentence.

''Besides, sister, likes me better than you, Benedict,'' Colin argued and looked at his brother with a cocky expression. ''Did she say that?'' Benedict asked with a offended expression.

''Everyone says that,'' Colin remarked with a smirk on his face. Eloise groaned and had enough of her brother's banter before she walked to the stairs. ''Daphne!'' Eloise shouted as everybody in the hallway looked at the youngest child, screaming at her sister.

''You must make haste!''

''Do you think that she heard me?'' Eloise asked and turned around to look at her brothers with a proud face. Colin looked at her with a proud expression while Benedict looked at her with the same disappointing expression whenever their mother would look at them.

''Darling, the whole country heard you,'' You spoke and entered in the hallway. You wore a white and gold kefta as you had your hair up in a bun. ''Where's your sister?'' You asked them and you heard footsteps from the staris.

''Why does mother wear a kefta instead of a dress and why can't I wear one?'' Elosie complained next to her brother and looked down at her dress in disgust.

''It's because she's the queen, dear sister,'' Benedict replied.

''I'm coming!'' You heard Daphne's voice from above. You all turned and saw her standing along with Genya next to her. She wore a long white dress that matched with her sandy blonde hair that she earned from her father.

''I'm sorry mother,'' She apologized as she ran down the stairs, Genya hurrying from behind. ''It's okay, the carriage has arrived on point,'' You replied, placing a small kiss on her forehead before urging the rest of the children to go out.

It has been said that: ''of all bitches dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine, if that should be true, then this author would like to show you her teeth. My name is Lady Whistledown, you do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall, but be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly know you.

additional casting:

corey mylchreest as george

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone au #malyen oretsev #bridgerton au #alina starkov #zoya nazyalensky #genya safin #nina zenik

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minniepetals · 2 years

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cry me a river | the black rose

— summary: he loved you once, so hard, but taehyung has no right to begin caring for you now

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, mafia!au

— word count: 7.5k

— warnings: implied sexual harassment/abuse, implied forceful age-gap relationship, mentions of predatory actions/character

— PART 12 / previous part / masterpost

Taehyung watches you with a silent gaze as you stand by yourself, eyes closed against the softness of the night breeze as it flows past you in a neat manner, allowing your hair to fly freely. You sparkle well despite how the darkness of the night, but he guesses he has the street light of the London streets to thank for.

You don’t say anything nor do you do anything to make a move despite the clock ticking at every second. It passes and passes while you stand there, no words leaving your lips.

You’re calm. Too calm.

And something tells him soon enough, it won’t be like this for some time. Perhaps that’s why you’re taking in the calm, the silence, and the peace, before you have to walk into a battlefield.

The calm before the storm, they say.

And although he hasn’t the slightest clue as to what could go on when you make your move, a part of him carries the fear your second in command had when he approached them, asking for them to protect you well now more than ever.

The fear of the unknown.

You’re too calm.

“There is a chance he may invite me to stay at his place,” you speak into the silence, eyelids fluttering open as you turn your head to look back at him from over your shoulder. The golden lights of the lampposts highlight your features well and Taehyung’s brows furrow slightly upon your words. “I won’t deny his invitation for that matter.”

“What?” He blinks, confused. He licks his lips, wondering what’s going on in that head of yours. “I thought your plan was to get him on his feet, make him think he’s got you in the palm of his hands.”

“Exactly,” you say. “Mr. Leehyun like pretty girls that don’t go against him. As long as I comply with him, he won’t think anything’s up and I’ll be able to make my move. Shall we go?”

You begin to walk forward but Taehyung hesitates.

“Wait, Y/N,” he stops you, expression falling into a conflicted concern. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Don’t stop me,” you tell him straight and clear. “Otherwise you aren’t allowed to follow me.”

Mingyu said to never leave you out of sight, to never leave you alone with Leehyun, and Namjoon allowed his words to take precedent in this situation. He doesn’t know the situation, none of them do besides Mingyu and the rest of the Reapers, but even they can tell this mission may take a wrong turn somewhere down the line.

You told Hoseok you were prepared for your death, that you didn’t care to stop so as long as you got to your enemies. Even if you had to die for your revenge, you weren’t going to ever stop until every last one of them was buried underground.

Just how much have these people done to you to make you break like this?

“Come on, Taehyung. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to mistake that look as you worrying for me.” You hold out your hand for him to take and although he does so with hesitation, Taehyung falls in order with you, knowing there’s no other choice.

When you walk into the grand room in an unfamiliar environment, the way you hold your head up without the slightest hint of hesitation or fear in your eyes, each step bold and long, it’s almost as if you belong right here in this light.

Nothing about you screams out of place and Taehyung guesses you’ve come to blend in well into the crowd without completely becoming invisible or taking everyone’s attention. Just the right amount that lets the people here know you are a mafia’s daughter who can hold her ground.

He doesn’t like being out in public nor does he like the attention but he guesses if he’s with you, it’s only inevitable.

You’re beautiful after all, no one can deny that.

“There’s our target,” you say in a soft murmur, eyeing a familiar-looking man who now holds a bit of grey hair after years of absence.

You falter for a moment, frozen in spot, and before Taehyung can ask about anything, you’re back to your bold and cold demeanor, eyes vanished of emotions as you lead him along to walk towards the man you have always dreaded to face. It’s as if that small moment of hesitation had never occurred.

Hyunjin isn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Mr. Hwang,” you call out in a silky tone, leaving the hand of your ex-lover to flash a small little smile towards the older man.

He, who had been talking to two other women, turns at your call, his eyes bulging slightly at the sight of you.

That gaze of his always made you feel things.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me.” He turns from the ladies upon your words, a familiar flash glinting in his eyes as he meets your approach halfway. Taehyung follows you just behind, eyeing the whole exchange as Hwang Leehyun takes ahold of your hand and greets you with a kiss on the back.

“How could I ever forget a beauty like you?”

Taehyung frowns at his mannerism, already feeling uncomfortable.

“Father gave me a small little vacation so I decided to come to London. I’m glad to have met you in this little moment.” You lie so easily through your teeth, feigning innocence and sweetness, your smile kind and gentle but behind it all, Taehyung knows you must dislike all of this.

“It’s unfortunate our relationship had to cut off too soon but I’m happy to hear you still think of me.”

You grin his way, pushing past its strain. “You’re hard to forget, Mr. Hwang.”

That isn’t a lie.

“You are too.”

You look down at the way he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb with no signs of letting go anytime soon. In moments like this, you wish Mingyu was here to rescue you, to give you space, a bit of a breather. You have to fight hard to restrain yourself and not kill everyone on the spot because right now there is nothing else you want to do.

Just to forget. Just to get rid of it all.

But you know that if you were to lose control now, you’d lose. You can’t lose to Hwang Leehyun again.

Not again.

“You seem more easygoing, my dear.” You don’t flinch away when Leehyun reaches out to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear, caressing you as if you were some sort of lover to him. “You smile more easily. You’ve grown more pretty. You’ve always been pretty but…something about you is different.”

“Does it please you?”

He laughs. “It certainly does.”

Right.

Unsure of the way things are going, Taehyung clears his throat albeit awkwardly but it catches the attention of Leehyun, who takes his hand from your face, allowing you to breathe a little better. You take a step back towards Taehyung, somewhat bitter yet thankful at the same time.

“This is father’s assistant acting as my bodyguard, Mr. Hwang,” you introduce with a lie. It’s a good thing Taehyung doesn’t go out often for his face to get recognized, unlike the other boys, hence you allowed him to follow you during this mission. It was probably the reason why they chose him in the first place. Namjoon always knows what to do in dire situations. “Unfortunately the more powerful father gets, the more enemy he has, hence he has to come along with me.”

Introducing Taehyung as your father’s assistant helps to give you more leeway, because in that sense, Leehyun won’t see Taehyung as an obstacle and won’t fall suspicious in the way he follows your steps. He’ll just think Taehyung’s here to keep an eye out for you in your father’s place and not someone who’s on your side and will interfere with his time with you.

“Your father is quite generous. His love for his daughter is immeasurable,” he acknowledges Taehyung for a split moment before turning to you once again. “If I had a daughter like you, I would spoil you to no end. It’s unfortunate the engagement with Hyunjin didn’t work out.”

You leave him with that; wanting more. So with a nod, you entangle your hand along Taehyung’s arm, a bidding goodbye on the tip of your tongue.

“I would love to talk more, but my friend here will be snitching to my father if I stayed up too late. If you will excuse—”

“How about staying at my place?” His suggestion isn’t unexpected, in fact, you knew it was coming. Still, you feign a small little blink of innocence. “I’m sure if you were with someone reliable, your father wouldn’t be able to complain.”

He holds his hand out for you and you can tell with the way the corner of his smile twitches a little and the small little glance made Taehyung’s way, that he holds some sort of feeling towards the way you hold onto your father’s so-called assistant.

You’d rather stay with your ex-lover but in such a situation, you decide to let your hand fall into the palm of Leehyun’s hand.

“Then, please take care of me, Mr. Hwang.”

The way he squeezes your hand and the way his eyes flashed with a bit of sinister makes you sick to the stomach.

“What were you doing with a man like him?”

You look at Taehyung through the mirror of the vanity before you as you sit on the cushioned seat, a hairbrush flowing through your hair under the dim light of the room.

He doesn’t understand and perhaps he never will, but it doesn’t matter to you either way. All he has to do is stand still, pretend to be your bodyguard, and follow your lead without doing anything to stop you. That’s all he has to do.

But something concerns you with the way his brows crease a bit deeper than how they usually are, the way his nose flares up, the way he rests his hand on his hips, pacing back and forth as if he cannot fathom what reason you could possibly have to stick around with a man like Hwang Leehyun.

What were you doing with a man like him, he asks?

“Surviving,” you answer simply, leaving it with just that.

He can interpret it in any way he wants, you don’t care either way. And because you decide not to say anything any further, it frustrates him even more.

So you let out a sigh and turn from the mirror, putting the brush down against the desk. “It will do you well to calm down and get some rest. Stop pacing back and forth, you’re going to tire yourself out and—”

“Y/N, I know you.” You frown at his words. “You’re someone who won’t cry out or complain or give the whole truth to something because you hate looking weak in front of others and I don’t know whether you’re scared or too prideful but the situation here clearly indicates that—”

“Taehyung.” You cut him off with a simple call of his name, tone falling a little more low and dangerous than how it was mere seconds ago. He stops speaking, standing still in place as if it were Namjoon speaking to him. You fling a leg over the other, eyeing him down. “It’s been several years since we’ve parted,” you remind him, “do you realize how much a person can change in ten years? You may think you know the girl I was then, and perhaps you do, but I’m not who I was anymore. I’ve changed, and who knows, I may even be just as sick, if not more, than the man who escorted me right into this very bedroom.”

You stand from the chair to walk on over to the bed without another word, leaving him lost in his thoughts as you give him not another spare glance.

“Y/N…..?”

Hyunjin stares at you with small, widened eyes, his mouth left slightly agape, frozen in place after he walked in through the entrance to his manor. Of all the people he expected to see walking back to his house, he never sought out to find you; a woman who was almost his to claim but decided to give up on when he knew you could never love him all the same.

You had no room for him in your life and he accepted that, freeing you from one of the chains holding you down for you to reach your potential. His sincerity to you was in the form of leaving; saving you from his father.

And now here you are, years later, standing before him with a small smile plastered on your face, the glint in your eyes different from what he knew previously.

You’re different from who he saw years ago, an aura overbearingly strong as you stand beside his father without the slightest hint of flinch.

And he realizes your purpose in being here.

“Hyunjin,” his father calls to him, an easygoing lighthearted expression on his face, unaware of what meets him on the other side. Nevertheless, Hyunjin remains stoic as he continues his walk as if that moment of hesitation had never happened in the first place. “You remember Y/N, don’t you?”

“Who can ever forget Miss Y/N?”

“That’s right,” Leehyun chuckles and he catches the way his father places a hand around your waist, pulling you in close as if you were a lover he was introducing to his son.

What a sick bastard, especially knowing you were almost his son’s fiance.

“She’s on vacation,” he says as he looks down at you with a smile. You return one of your own and the blind father doesn’t suspect anything behind that glint. Hyunjin is disgusted at the sight he sees before him.

“..Is she?” He holds a hand out for you, eyes boring into yours with a piercing gaze when you glance back at him, a small secret stare exchanged for you to notice. He takes you from his father, allowing you to stand by his side instead and to Taehyung, it almost looks as if these are two men of equal standing fighting over the same woman. “What a pleasant surprise.” Hyunjin lets go of your hand but keeps you beside him nonetheless.

You notice his kindness. “It’s nice to see you again, sir.”

Leehyun looks at his watch impatiently upon your exchange with his son, keeping his cool. “Unfortunately I’ve got a busy schedule. Since you kids were almost betrothed to one another, why don’t you show her around town, Hyunjin? You did get along fine years ago.”

“Of course, father,” Hyunjin nods at the command, and before his father could try and personally bid you goodbye, he turns to you with a tight smile, blocking his father’s path as he holds out his hand for you again. “Why don’t we go now? I know a few good breakfast spots.”

You take his hand, nodding. “I should get ready first.”

“Of course.”

While ignoring Leehyun, Hyunjin leads you away from the entrance, not sparing his father another chance to speak to you again as he keeps his focus on you. It is until his father leaves does he let go of your hand, the formal smile dropping from his face.

You watch him as he takes a step away from you, cautious of your personal space as he takes a moment to bring his gaze down your body. Anyone else would think he’s checking you out but you know better than that. You hold out your hands before him, showing off your naked wrists at the furrowed brows and anxious twitch of his lips.

“He didn’t try anything on you?” Is the first thing he asks.

“I have a friend with me who refuses to leave my side,” you reply lightly, beckoning towards the other man in the room.

Hyunjin looks over to find Taehyung, who in turn narrows his gaze slightly with suspicion, and the two of them start off into a staring contest, both keeping up their guards against one another.

Taehyung’s face isn’t someone familiar to Hyunjin’s eyes, and he knows because throughout his times with you, the man had come to recognize your close aids, especially Mingyu and Yuna. You’re not one who will carelessly allow people by your side openly to anyone, which probably means that to some extent; you trust this man but he isn’t a part of your gang.

To Taehyung, Hyunjin’s probably another guy like Leehyun, but with the way he regarded you before his father and the way he keeps his space from you with caution, he guesses Hyunjin isn’t entirely a bad guy. Well, Namjoon did mention you said he had left Korea all for you so he can probably trust this man to an extent.

“Though his touches are indeed uncomfortable.”

Upon your voice, the two boys look away from one another, forgetting about their little silent disputing moment to draw their attention back to you, who places a hand on your waist, your lip taking a downturn with a disgusted frown resting on your face.

“There isn’t much to be done about that, however. I knew what I was getting into.”

Hyunjin has an expression of guilt though you’re unsure as to why. Perhaps he feels responsible in some ways though you’ll never blame him for what his father has done. Just because one may be blood-related to someone doesn’t mean they are one and the same.

Fathers are terrible human beings.

“I’m glad you can express yourself a little more now,” you hear him say, causing you to give a slight tilt of your head his way. Hyunjin chuckles as if recalling some memories, and with a small cautious glance Taehyung’s way, he continues with a fond smile your way. “You used to allow anything and everything happen to you without complaints.” Taehyung stands there, listening silently with furrowed brows. “You were almost lifeless then.”

You don’t flinch away from his touch when he reaches out to gently brush away a few stray hairs from your face. He gives you an expression that speaks “yet you’re still hurting, aren’t you?” and you don’t reply, eyes falling to the floor at the memories.

Taehyung’s here so you can’t let him know that the reason you’re able to express yourself a little more is because your father’s dead. Now that he’s gone, you have freed yourself just a bit, and although life hasn’t completely gotten better, in some ways your shoulders are less heavier than they were before.

“Is—”

You give him a look, eyes staring down at him to not say anything any further, and you guess he can take the hint that although you trust Taehyung, there’s only so little he knows.

Taehyung stands a bit envious at how well Hyunjin can read you, as well as the secrets he knows that Taehyung will probably never come to know. You share a past with one another, and although Hyunjin implied you didn’t keep a close relationship with the man, the fact that you can be like this with him now tells him everything.

In the three years he spent with you, it almost seems as if those years never existed, because the person he sees now and the person he saw then make him realize that in the end, they never did know you, did they?

You have your secrets, they all did, but unlike them who had gradually let their walls down and allowed you to see their vulnerable selves, you kept the walls up; steady and thick.

On days you’d cry, show your weakness, lean on them when you’d need it most, but as he watches the exchange between you and Hyunjin, Taehyung can only see that no matter how much you loved them then, there was always a part of you who kept yourself a secret from them.

You don’t love Hyunjin, he knows you don’t, but Hyunjin knows a part of you that he will never come to know, and for that, a part of him feels a small ache in his heart.

“Would you still like to look around London?” Hyunjin asks you as he takes a small glance around the house. “I’m sure this environment doesn’t make you any less comfortable.”

You send him a small nod before excusing yourself upstairs to dress up in a better attire for the weather and Taehyung follows behind without a word.

“My father is dead.”

Hyunjin nods as the two of you walk side by side, Taehyung walking along somewhere else where he’s out of earshot but still allowed to keep an eye on you.

“I assumed so,” Hyunjin says without an ounce of surprise in his tone. “That’s why you look a little more free than you did then.” You don’t say anything to that but he continues anyway, used to your silence. “So you finally took the bullet to his head, huh? I was waiting for a moment to strike my own father and now that you’re here, there’s no more time to waste. How’re you planning on doing this?”

“I want to use you,” you say, stopping to look in his direction. “May I use you?” You ask him and Hyunjin looks down at you, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“If it helps you in any way.”

You nod at his reply, thankful, before you continue on your walk again. “Your father gets off on relationship dynamics where he’s in full control without having to share any of that power with anyone, that’s why he never cared for your mother, and that’s why getting close to him as a ‘significant other’ isn’t going to work.”

“You plan on becoming my fiancé,” he guesses at what you’re putting at, scoffing with disbelief when you confirm it. After finding out the deeds his father had done, Hyunjin was beyond disgusted, and hearing it still makes him boil with rage thinking about it.

His father is a predator, a disgusting creep.

“It’ll allow him to put his guard down a bit, though it seems he may be a bit hostile towards your care for me.”

“Do you want me to tone it down a bit? Provoke him less?” He doesn’t want to, but if it helps your current situation, he’ll have to agree to your words.

“No.” Yet you say, firm in your decision with a glint of ire flickering in your eyes. “No matter what happens, don’t ever do all that you can to stop him from trying things with me. He’ll tolerate it because you play the role of the fiancé and he’ll know that he doesn’t have the right to take you from me. It will make him more upset and it will cause him to try more things with me in that case, but no matter how hostile and angry he may be with you, do not ever leave me to him. I want to use you as a fiancé and I want to use you as a shield, and if I can’t shoot him in the head like I plan to, if I somehow freeze up, I want you to end him for me. No one else.”

This is the first time you’ve ever asked Hyunjin for a favor, a silent cry for help, and he remembers the last memory he had of you; sitting on his bed, lifeless eyes staring only blankly as you had no strength in you to fight back against anything or anyone. You were a doll made for your father to use, and as long as he had no complaints about who or what was happening to you, you had no reason to act out, especially since the Reapers and the Black Rose were allied then.

It was your way of survival; playing the role of the puppet.

That was why he left, because he knew anything else would have drowned you further down and down the deep, deep ocean, weights of burdens and people holding your feet to keep you in. He knew what he did wouldn't save you but he wanted to take at least one weight away, just for you to float up from the sea at least just the slightest bit.

He had no power to go against his father, accuse him of all the things he’s done to you — he would have died — so he plays the role of an obedient child, just as you had, waiting to strike and turn against him during the right moment, so he wouldn't know it was coming.

When Hyunjin looks at you, he can see traces of the war leaving you drained and exhausted. You’re tired of everyone and everything, yet you have no will to back down anytime soon. He knows you’ve gone and killed a few of your enemies already, his father is just another target on your hit-list, a passing moment, and you still have others to kill, others that have done you wrong.

Still, no matter how much you hate a man, a part of you will still be afraid and your body knows it best.

“I’ll kill him,” he nods against your request, firm and unwavering. If you can’t take the shot, he’ll do it in your place.

You turn from his gaze at that, accepting his answer, when a small little droplet hits your cheek.

You look up, aware of the small drizzling of the rain, when an umbrella is held over you without hesitation. You look over to find Taehyung, silent and observant, now by your side with an umbrella over your head.

For a man who’s only pretending to be an assistant, he sure does his job well.

Luckily it’s only a small little rain, so even though you’re the only one with an umbrella held over your head (by someone else), you don’t care to move away from the opening.

The other two don’t seem to mind either.

“I want this over with in less than three days if that’s alright with you,” you continue the flow of the conversation as if it never stopped in the beginning. “Any more stalling may cause me to go insane and I cannot afford that.”

“Of course.”

“Tonight we’re going to discuss the merging of our hands. I’ll push for the engagement party the day after tomorrow. I’m sure your father won’t mind the rush.” Of course he wouldn’t. “And as for the case of him not yet knowing of the news of my father’s death, as well as who killed him, I’ll take care of it. All you have to do is play the role of my fiancé. Once it’s all done and over with, I’m sure you will do well to hide all these secrets from the London mobs. Namjoon gave me the passageway into the streets, I need you to give me a way to leave it. Bring only the people that you can trust in to the party, anyone else will pose a problem to us.”

Years ago, Hyunjin would have never thought you to take up the reins and lead a whole mafia on your back, yet the way you speak without falter, a voice of authority and strength, he can no longer see that little girl who only followed behind the shadows of her father.

The puppet has become the puppeteer.

Or maybe you were the true puppeteer all along, waiting to strike.

No one saw it coming, you did well to follow in your father’s steps, and although many sacrifices were made, you’re now standing here right in the center, eyes unwavering and filled with a strength only someone who went through so much can hold.

He knows, however, that you can only grow stronger. You just have to sacrifice a few more of yourself in order to do so.

And for that, his heart hurts for you.

“Shall we become a family?”

Of course it’s Leehyun who proposes the idea first. You know that in his mind, you’re only staying here for a limited amount of time before you return to your home, and he’ll no longer be able to see you. You were already taken away from him the first time, this time you can see in his eyes that he doesn’t plan to let you leave him just as easily as you did then.

It’s sickening the way he looks at you.

You feign a smile, shyly glancing over at Hyunjin before returning your gaze back to him again. “Are you sure, Mr. Hwang? Would that be alright?”

He likes that expression on your face; shy, innocent.

You hate it.

“Of course it would. I’ve always wanted you.” You cringe at those words, holding your expression as he continues on. “You’d be the perfect daughter-in-law anyone would ask for. You’re sweet, obedient, and always listen well without ever acting out. You’re the perfect daughter-in-law.”

Daughter-in-law, not his son’s lover or his son’s fiancé but his daughter-in-law.

“You flatter me, Mr. Hwang.” You let your eyes flutter down to your lap, a hand against your hand to play the role of an embarrassed, shy, innocent girl.

You hear him chuckle in response and can feel the eyes of the two other men in the room.

“Of course, we’d have to discuss this with your father.”

“Actually, I have some good news.” You turn to Taehyung and he hands you a letter that then gets slid across the table towards the older man. “Father did mention hoping to reconnect with you, said he wouldn't mind Mr. Hyunjin and me to be betrothed to one another again.”

“Really?” He raises a brow with keen interest as he takes the letter you’ve handed him. Of course, it’s a fake letter, one you had Mingyu write, feigning your father’s handwriting to make it real. Out of everyone who’s stayed by your side, Mingyu knows your father’s mannerisms and speeches best.

“If it’s alright with you, would you like to return to Korea, Mr. Hwang?” You blink up at him with wide eyes, a hopeful gaze set in them, one you know he wouldn't be able to refute.

Just on cue, you see that familiar glint in his eyes and almost falter in your stance.

You can feel your heart beating hard against your chest and it’s not the good kind of beating. It never is when it comes to Hwang Leehyun.

“Returning to Korea sounds like a good idea, wouldn't you think, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin, uncomfortable in his seat, nods with a tight smile. “Yes, father.”

“Unfortunately I have to return in a few days,” you speak up again. “Father mentioned an important mission I’ll have to take that will require my attention for some time. So if it’s alright with you, why don’t we hold the engagement party while I’m here?”

“Without your father?”

“He has already given us his blessings,” you push the conversation on. “Plus father has never been one to enjoy parties.”

“Of course,” Leehyun nods, pretending to remember that fact. You’re sure he doesn't remember much about your father. He’s only ever kept his eyes on you after all. “You’ve become quite the lady, haven’t you?” A small change in his tone, Leehyun reaches out to gently stroke your head.

You smile meekly, eyes fluttering to the floor, feigning shyness when in reality, you’re just hoping to not meet those eyes of his.

It’s disgusting. He’s disgusting.

You hate this.

“It’s getting late.” Hyunjin stands with a hand held out to you, breaking the moment. “I’ll take you up to your room.”

“She can go alone.”

“Ah, but would anyone want to leave such a pretty lady alone to herself? I am to become her fiancé soon after all.”

“Right..” You hate the sound of his tone.

“I am her aide,” Taehyung speaks up for the first time that night, “I can take her upstairs.”

He holds his hand out for you, and although you hate every part of this, you’re relieved he can at least read the room and can step in when he needs to most. So you take up his offer, bidding the other two goodbye, and you return to the guest room with Taehyung by your side.

It is when the door closes do you finally drop your acting face down, eyes hardened with gritted teeth against your jaw.

Your hands tremble with anger as you fist a hairful into your hands, touching where Leehyun had held you, breathing louder than you intend to. You pace back and forth, silent, as Taehyung watches on, understanding your frustration and turmoil.

“What is it?” He wants you to speak, to let it out. So you speak.

“I want to kill him,” you say, a whisper laced with ire. “I want him gone, I…How dare he touch me so carelessly? If I could cut his hand off — no — break each of his fingers off in the most slowest and cruelest ways, I…If I could just kill him right now, I’d—”

“Y/N.”

“But I can’t.” You run your fingers through your hair, making it disheveled on purpose. Perfection is what they want out of you. You hate perfection. “I have to be patient. I have to do this perfectly. If not, everything I’ve worked so hard for will go down the drain.”

“It’s okay. Just hold on a little longer.”

It’s alright.

You’ll be okay.

Just hold on a little longer.

Just a little longer.

“You can take it, can’t you? Just a little longer and it’ll all be over.”

Those words are mocking you, trying to tear you down to pieces, and as if Taehyung can understand just how much his words have affected you right there and then, he steps up before you, an expression of guilt.

“I apologize. That must have sounded inconsiderate of me.”

Inconsiderate.

Ha. What a word.

If Mingyu was here, what would Mingyu do? What would he say? He’d know just what to do, to calm your ire, to calm all that you are right now.

Everything threatens to tear you down but you can’t even let it all go. You have to hold on because looking weak before Taehyung will only backfire on you. You can’t break down. Not now.

Not now.

Where is the pillar that you need the most? Where is your calm?

You shut him out.

That’s right. He wasn’t allowed to join you, otherwise he’d stop you from what you’re trying to do right now. None of them were allowed to come. If Mingyu had been by your side during all of this instead of Taehyung, you’re sure he would have had a few things to say by now.

You stare at Taehyung who stands before you, and although you know the rest of them must be listening in on everything that has happened so far, as well as this moment right here, you can’t help but ask; “May I see your hand?”

He falls confused, unsure of what you’re meaning to do, but he holds his hand out either way.

You take ahold of it, touching the larger, callous hand, and run it against your head.

You lean against the touch, closing your eyes, and Taehyung realizes this is the exact place Leehyun had held you previously. Mere moments ago.

His brows furrow and he holds out his other hand before you. “Shall we try something?”

You open your eyes to find Taehyung lost in your memories.

“Shall we try something?”

You tilt your head slightly to the side, lips pressed together with confusion. “Try..something?”

He sends you a soft smile, one that always seems to calm your heart. “Mmn,” he nods, “I think it can help you. Well, I hope it does.”

You’re still confused but place your hand in his either way. Taehyung holds it up so that both your palms face one another, as if you were looking directly at a mirror before you. But it isn't a mirrored version of you that you see before you. It’s Taehyung. Just Taehyung.

He looks at you differently from what your reflection shows. Rather than resentment and insecurity mirroring you, Taehyung watches you with a soft expression of love and care.

“What did we say about hiding?” He asks gently with a kind smile. “I told you, didn't I? You can complain all that you want. You can lash out, throw a tantrum, scream, shout, just don’t hide.”

Don’t be silent.

It’s okay to scream.

“You’re hurting, aren’t you?” He leans in and you fall forward, meeting his forehead with yours in the middle. “It’s okay to rely on us, to rely on me. You don’t have to hide, Y/N, not when you’re with me.”

He intertwines your fingers together and…

…pull you in close, allowing your ears to rest against his chest, where the beat of his heart lies. It’s steady unlike your own and when you close your eyes to listen to his heartbeat, it’s the last thing you hear before your body falls limp a few moments later.

Taehyung holds you up and carries you off to the bed, tucking you in before he leans away, watching you with an unreadable expression, all the while knowing he’s being listened in on by the rest of the crew back in their hotel rooms.

You wake up in the middle of the night just as you had done the night before. Taehyung wakes up along with you, woken by your moving presence who stands in the middle of the bedroom, aimlessly staring at nothing.

You look like a ghost, a walking corpse, and as he watches you from where you stand, your eyes aren’t as guarded as they always are when you’re wide awake. He knows you must be in a state where you aren’t fully awake but you’re not asleep either. It’s as if you can’t sleep well, and he wonders whether that’s because you’re placed in a different environment or if it has to do with something else.

“Y/N?” He calls your name, softly, but you don’t react one bit.

A blanket is wrapped around you, keeping you warm, but as you walk towards the light of the moon right outside the window, it falls from your shoulders, leaving them bare, causing you to shudder at the sudden coldness.

Taehyung walks over to pick the blanket up, a concerned furrow on his brows as he watches you, unsure of what’s going on. Last night you stood for a while before taking a seat on the floor, your head resting on the wall, and that was when you finally got some sleep, but tonight something tells him your body might not adjust to sleep as easily.

He remembers a time in the past when his heartbeat used to bring you to sleep but things are different now and although it helped for a moment, you’re awake now, unable to get a proper night’s sleep.

Just how much are you holding in that head of yours?

“Y–” He tries calling again when he hears something and senses another presence.

Taehyung reaches for his gun when he finds a shadow against the window. They jump in without a sound, like an assassin made from the shadows, and when the person brings a finger up to their lips to keep him quiet, he realizes this is one of your Reapers.

Yuna, was it? Your blind shadow.

He puts his gun down but watches her with a steady gaze, unable to completely let his guard down.

She ignores him to turn to you, who stares blankly out the window, a small tilt in your head as you look up at the moonlight. Yuna takes the blanket from Taehyung to drape it over your shoulders. You take it as if possessed, covering yourself from the coldness, eyes still blank, lips sealed shut.

She stays beside you, silent, and reaches a hand out to you, weaving her hand through your hair. You welcome the touch without flinching away, a sign that tells Taehyung her touch is one you trust, one you are safe with, and one you have familiarized yourself with.

“Why are you awake, my lady?” She asks softly, her approach careful with a touch of tenderness. “You have a big day tomorrow and the day after that. You should be sleeping.”

You turn towards her voice, and something tells Taehyung you aren’t taking in what her words are saying, you’re just reacting to the sound of her familiar melody..

You’re still in a mindless state.

“Aren’t you tired?” Yuna asks, and upon those words, you lean in to rest your head against her shoulder. She takes your hand and you follow her willingly, allowing her to sit you down against a soft little seating in front of the window. She sits beside you, letting your head fall against her lap, and with the blanket held on top of your body, the silence of the night fills in as Yuna runs her hand through your hair, helping you to flutter your eyes closed and get a good night’s rest.

It remains quiet for a while before your breathing evens out and they know you’ve finally gone back to sleep again.

Taehyung wonders if you even realize this happens to you at night. Do you realize you wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep? And do you realize only your Reapers can get you back to your resting state without breaking you out of your mindless state?

You trust these Reapers, he knows, but just as their loyalty and allegiance to you runs deeper than the ocean, he wonders if you ever realize how deep your trust runs in them.

When he looks at Yuna who keeps quiet, something tells him they probably keep this part of you a secret to themselves.

“Your…blindfold,” he sparks up a conversation. Her hand pauses in the air for a split second at his voice. “..What happened to your eyes?”

Yuna remains silent for a bit, her hand continuing the gentle motion in your hair before she decides to entertain him the story.

“It was a price I had to pay for in order to stay by my lady’s side,” she says, her words filled with memories of those days. “Boss took them out herself and I willingly allowed her to. Our secrets would have been exposed otherwise and we couldn’t afford that.”

“So you became blind…for her.”

“For my lady, I’d do anything.” She tilts her head up and if she had eyes, Taehyung knows she would be looking straight at him. “This was the first test of loyalty between the first Reaper and the lady. The bond between the Reapers and the boss would not have been as tight if it weren’t for this sacrifice, because if I never lost my eyes for her…I’m sure she would have never been able to trust in anyone ever again.” He presses his lips tightly against those words, connecting what that meant. He knows she’s talking about their betrayal to you. “Once you pledge allegiance to someone, it behooves you not to betray the faith that they have placed in you. That is the agreement between the Reapers and the boss. Losing my eyes for her meant she could place her faith in me and the rest of us that came after me.”

Yuna; the very first Reaper who stood by your side and got you to earn her trust and restore some sort of faith in others again.

When they left you all alone during those days, it never occurred to him what would have happened as an aftermath of their actions. You had to pay the price, the consequences of their actions, and for the first time since the night he watched from the sideline as you bowed your head before them, Taehyung can feel a tinge of regret aching against his chest.

All the things you went through, he will never come to find out. The only person who knows and is even close to staying by your side through it all is the one before him, who holds her head up, unwavering loyalty not meant to ever break even past her death.

When he looks at the way she regards you, Taehyung feels so little against her despite his physical body much bigger than her.

Does he even have the right to regret anything? Who is he to only care after seeing you like this? Who is he to begin caring now when he realizes you’ve had it rough throughout those ten years after the divorce?

If he didn’t care when you graced them with your smile, what right does he have to begin caring when he sees the invisible tears left in the weight of your drained eyes?

He knows he has no right.

None at all.

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Imagine making Walt jealous with Viktoria

Sitting at his desk, Walt was supposed to be focusing on the stack of paperwork that Oliver had dropped off that needed his immediate attention, but the manor's noise caught his attention. Or more specifically, it was the lack of noise that kept pulling his focus. Usually, the quiet atmosphere of the estate would be a good thing but not with his wives.

Actually, the fact that he hadn't seen them at all today piqued his curiosity. Though the four didn't spend all their time together as they each enjoyed having some alone time every now and then, you should have crossed each other at some point. This stillness must be the calm before the storm and knowing his wives' personalities, especially yours and Viktoria's, meant that he had to be on the tip of his toes for whatever the two of you had planned.

Pushing his seat back, he pulled a bell's string and watched as the bell rang out. Moving back to his desk, he only had to wait a few minutes before his office door opened and Mr. Field walked in

"What can I do for you, my lord?" The butler asked, bowing slightly as he stood before the vampire.

"Have you seen my wives?"

"Lady Lucy has gone out for today to go visit her family while Lady [Name] and Viktoria are in the former's rooms. Shall I call on them for you?"

Walt stands up and shakes his head. "I'll go see them myself. Thank you, Mr. Fields." He says before walking out of his office and making his way to your room.

Climbing up the stairs and nearing your room, he pauses in front of the door when he hears soft sighs and groans emanating from the room as well as the delicious and metallic tang that is wafting out. The smell and sound grow louder when he opens the door and steps inside. You and Viktoria don't seem to notice his presence as the two of you continue to embrace each other. You're laying on the bed as Viktoria is above you as the latter presses kisses up your body. Her fangs are out as she reaches your neck and plunges her fangs into the crook of it and you gasp at the sensation.

"Have my wives grown tired of me?" Walt asks with a teasing smile, leaning against the doorframe and admiring the scene before him. His words seem to get the two of you to finally notice him as the both of you look up to him. Your blood falls down the corner of Viktoria's mouth and he watches with hungry eyes as it drips down her body. "Here they are indulging themselves with each other's bodies as I get left out and am left with only paperwork."

You sit up a bit, resting on your elbows to get a better look at your husband while Viktoria sits up and straddles your waist, turning her head to look at Walt. "It seemed like you were busy and who are we to bother the lord of the manor," Viktoria smugly smiles with a shrug of her shoulders in mock modesty despite the fact that she is bare of any clothing.

Walt pushes off the doorframe and walks toward the two of you. Sitting on the bed, he trails a finger up Viktoria's side and he enjoys the shivers he pulls from her. When he reaches your blood, he gathers the drip on his finger and brings it to his mouth, his eyes close when he tastes the metallic taste reaches his tastebuds, and he groans in delight. "I always have time for my wives."

#Walter De Ville x reader #Walter De Ville imagine #Walter De Ville imagines #Viktoria Klopstock x reader #Viktoria Klopstock imagine #Viktoria Klopstock imagines #The Invitation #The Invitation x reader #The Invitation imagine #The Invitation imagines #Walter De Ville x Reader x Viktoria Klopstock #Viktoria Klopstock x Reader x Walter De Ville #poly writing #poly x reader #yoshino writes imagines

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snowsandstones · 1 year

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GRRM uses Sansa’s POV to foreshadow at least two major twists in Jon’s story.

Secret parentage:

"Varys has informers everywhere. If Sansa Stark should be seen in the Vale, the eunuch will know within a moon's turn, and that would create unfortunate . . . complications. It is not safe to be a Stark just now. So we shall tell Lysa's people that you are my natural daughter.""Natural?" Sansa was aghast. "You mean, a bastard?" [….] "Catelyn? A bit too obvious . . . but after my mother, that would serve. Alayne. Do you like it?" "Alayne is pretty." Sansa hoped she would remember. "But couldn't I be the trueborn daughter of some knight in your service? Perhaps he died gallantly in the battle, and . . ." "I have no gallant knights in my service, Alayne. Such a tale would draw unwanted questions as a corpse draws crows. It is rude to pry into the origins of a man's natural children, however." He cocked his head. "So, who are you?" "Alayne . . . Stone, would it be?" -ASOS, Sansa VI

Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. -AFFC, Alayne II

The Starks were not like other men. Ned brought his bastard home with him, and called him "son" for all the north to see. -AGOT, Catelyn II

Ned did not feign surprise; Robert's hatred of the Targaryens was a madness in him. He remembered the angry words they had exchanged when Tywin Lannister had presented Robert with the corpses of Rhaegar's wife and children as a token of fealty. Ned had named that murder; Robert called it war. When he had protested that the young prince and princess were no more than babes, his new-made king had replied, "I see no babes. Only dragonspawn." Not even Jon Arryn had been able to calm that storm. Eddard Stark had ridden out that very day in a cold rage, to fight the last battles of the war alone in the south. It had taken another death to reconcile them; Lyanna's death, and the grief they had shared over her passing. -AGOT, Eddard II

"I am so sorry, my love. Jon Arryn is dead." His eyes found hers, and she could see how hard it took him, as she had known it would. In his youth, Ned had fostered at the Eyrie, and the childless Lord Arryn had become a second father to him. -AGOT, Catelyn I

and his death:

"Tell me, Alayne—which is more dangerous, the dagger brandished by an enemy, or the hidden one pressed to your back by someone you never even see?" "The hidden dagger." "There's a clever girl." He smiled, his thin lips bright red from the pomegranate seeds. -ASOS, Sansa VI

There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains. -AFFC, Alayne II

Dolorous Edd sometimes called Marsh "the Old Pomegranate," which fit him just as well as "the Old Bear" fit Mormont. "He's the man you want in front when the foes are in the field," -ASOS, Jon V

"It is not the foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold."-ADWD, Jon I

"Pomegranates. All those seeds. A man could choke to death. -ADWD, Jon V

Then Bowen Marsh stood there before him, tears running down his cheeks. "For the Watch." He punched Jon in the belly. When he pulled his hand away, the dagger stayed where he had buried it. Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger's hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. "Ghost," he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … -ADWD, Jon XIII

and GRRM loves threes. What could be the third?

#jonsa #jon x sansa #that’s why the dragon foreshadowing is about jon not aegon #why would he use her to foreshadow his plot so much if their narratives weren’t intertwined #Petyr’s mouth being red from the seeds and the choke to death could also be foreshadowing his death #if it’s similar to the show w a dagger to the throat

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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 9: Double Trouble

That night I sleep very well. I’ve noticed that recovering from missions is getting easier, which is something I don’t know how to think about. Is it good that I no longer have night terrors of the people I killed? I wake up feeling calm for once. Sadly now that my Hamburg mission is over all that’s left to do is wait for my next assignment. Unlike Bond I keep up with paperwork, so the only productive thing I can think of is a quick training session. The next 2 hours leave me fatigued but still alert, and it’s only noon.

“Why so glum?” Moneypenny asks as I enter the break room.

“No new work to do. Has M said anything?”

She shakes her head. “He’s been busy with the new security program. You could help Q in the lab, if you want. He’s always hiding in there from broad daylight, so some company could be healthy for him.”

I snag a granola bar and chuckle at her suggestion. “I don’t think my company is something he’d appreciate. So I will go annoy him anyway.” I turn to leave, then realize something’s afoot. “Where’s Bond?”

If Moneypenny is in kahoots with him she’s hiding it very well. “He mentioned something about going to see an old friend.”

My eyes narrow. “I see. Please call if there are any updates, and by that I mean please let me know when he gets fired.”

Moneypenny doesn’t respond as I walk away. Jesus Bond, what are you up to now? I quickly signal a cab and head straight for the security building. When I walk into Q’s lab I find him slumped against his desk holding his head in his hands.

“The car’s gone, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t stir. “All that was left was a cooling bottle of champagne, which I am using to get drunk on.” Q points to the opened bottle on his desk. “Care to join me?”

“You and alcohol are two things I would not put in a sentence, Q. Put that away before you do something stupid.” I relocate the bottle to the back table and tut about the current predicament. “You can’t brag to Bond about a new car and not expect him to swipe it. I imagine he put you up to something?”

“You know I can’t lie.”

Bond’s disobeying orders? Why doesn’t this surprise me? “Must be important. He knows what he’s doing.”

“You’re not worried about M finding out?”

I put my hand on my hips. “He can’t pin anything on me. I’m shocked that you actually caved and let Bond go.”

Q bites his lip and looks to the floor. “He threatened my cats.”

Once again, this does not surprise me. “Oh well that’s on a whole new level of blackmail. Thank heavens, for a moment I thought you lost your marbles!”

Q groans, still holding his head. “Hilarious, 0011. You seem pretty tame for learning that Bond’s not being honest with you.”

I pick up a knife and twirl it through my fingers. “Oh I’m still mad at him. Since he’s always trusted me I thought I’d be left in the loop, but it’s just more secrets being added to the pile. So I’m guessing we just wait for him to call or turn up dead?”

“Lord only knows with that man,” Q mutters, then changes his tone. “Why are you here? M didn’t mention any new assignments.”

Oh, so now I can’t pop in for a visit? My my, Q’s quite touchy.

“I have no new task, so Moneypenny said to help you in the lab.” I turn to face him directly. “If you are so displeased by my offered assistance then I shall go waste time somewhere else.”

Before he can mock my fidgety enthusiasm I return the knife to the table and storm towards the door. To think I was actually willing to help that ungrateful-

“I do have something you could do.”

Stopping dead in my tracks I pivot and face the shaggy-haired geek, who walks over and hands me- keys?

“I don’t understand. What do you want me to do with keys?” I ask.

Q smiles and nods his head at the giant metal door. “Take her for a spin.”

I connect his words with the keys in my hand. “Really? You’re not joking?”

“It’s better for both of you. You’re not stuck inside and that bike’s not collecting dust.” Q shoos me off. “Go on. You can return it tomorrow.”

I feel like a kid who just got ungrounded. The gesture is so small, yet so big and trusting at the same time. I don’t know whether to laugh or kiss him- Wait, no. Just no. Strangle that thought and kill it with arsenic. Q just did a very thoughtful courtesy, the least you can do is thank him.

I grip the keys and give him a stern nod. “Thanks, Q. This means a lot.”

He gets a distant look and nods in return. “Like I’ve said before, I know a thing or two about being an underestimated youth. You’re a 00 agent, you deserve your own vehicle. Now go!”

A wide grin spreads on my face as I race to the shining motorcycle, the engine roaring to life like a ferocious tiger. The vintage design reminds me of the bikes I used to race as a teenager, and as I give a final wave to Q before speeding out the back hatch into the street I can’t help but think of how much my life has changed.

The motorcycle runs like a dream. I drive it all around London and even dare to race out into part of the country to test going up to 100 miles per hour. It’s only half the speed and it’s perfect. I know it’s not for me to know, but I wouldn’t mind finding out about where Q learned to work miracles with technology. He’s so talented he could create his own business but instead he decides to be part of the MI6. Putting those thoughts aside I drive back to London, only now realizing I’m not too sure where to go. Is the old central building still operational or has everything been evacuated?

I pull out my cell and dial Moneypenny. Thankfully she picks up quickly.

“Hello, um, where is Cricket?”

On the other end I hear her yawn. Oh, right. It’s one in the morning.

“Him and your belongings are still at the old compound. I made sure M didn’t touch anything. And yes, Cricket has been fed.”

I sigh in relief. “Thanks, Eve. You’re a lifesaver! Sorry about the call, I know it’s late. Or is it early…?”

She laughs. “Believe me, this isn’t the worst call I’ve gotten. “Goodnight, Levie.”

“G’night!”

So I do still have a home. For now. I’ve been meaning to find another apartment but, if I’m being honest I’ve been too busy. I guess my job has become my home. That and it’s been convenient to live in Q’s old lab. Not just the fact that it’s Q’s old lab. Not at all.

I must be tired. After driving to the old MI6 center I wheel the bike in with me to the basement. I’ve never had my own vehicle before and I will not leave this treasure unprotected outside for some random hooligan to scam. My last mission took up two weeks but to me it feels like I haven’t been “home” in months. I crash on the small twin bed and am out like a light in seconds.

Sleep still comes far too easy. When I first began as a 00 agent there were recurring nightmares of all the killing I’ve done. Now I hardly dream at all. When I open my eyes I’m shocked to find the clock reading 2 in the afternoon. That Hamburg mission must have taken more out of me than I thought.

After a quick cleanup and a fresh change of clothes I drive back to Q’s lab. He, as usual, is tinkering with more tech.

“Decided to sleep in, did we?” he taunts lightly.

“I’m not on any assignments. Who says I’m not allowed to?” I remark as I wheel the bike back to the garage.

“Oh, good. You actually brought it back.” Q seems impressed. “How did she run?”

My eyes widen. “To quote Charles Dickens, ‘as good as gold and better.’ It’s amazing, Q!”

Just then I hear Q’s phone ring so I continue putting the bike away while he takes the call.

“Please tell me that 007 is in London,” M’s voice rings out.

“Oh! Um, yes. I will take a look at that now.”

I look over in response to his uneven voice, seeing Q give me a nervous look. M doesn’t sound happy.

“Is 007 in London?” M asks more urgently.

Q bites his lip as he pretends to check the smart blood status. “Oh, yes. Yes he is.”

Silence slinks by. “He better be.”

The conversation dies down and I’m unable to hear the rest. I can only notice it’s threatening to Q.

“I completely understand, sir.” Q hangs up the phone. “If Bond makes me lose my job I’m going to kill him.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Look at you, mister silver tongue. Lying like a true pro.”

He looks up with a smirk. “Learned all of it from you, 0011.”

Now my phone rings. It must be- Yes. It’s M. Now he’s trying to get me to talk.

“0011, what’s your location?”

I flash Q a look. “Still stuck in London.”

M sighs. “Good, at least someone is following orders. I just got done with the Nine Eyes meeting. The resolution was not unanimous, so it has not been adopted. I am going to attempt to ask C to reconsider.”

He better if he wants to upkeep everything we’ve struggled to build over the years. “It’s best you do, M. This whole program is against all forms of privacy and security it’s meant to represent.”

“Oh. One more thing. Tell Q I send my deepest apologies.”

The moment M hands up my phone dings, showing he sent me a new article. One with a front-page photo of the Aston Martin Bond crashed in a river. No surprise.

I walk over to Q. “That was M. Says the Nine Eyes program wasn’t passed through.”

He tilts his head. “Can’t say I’m disappointed.”

“There’s something else. Not exactly all good news.” I look up at him cautiously.

Q looks down and sighs. “Let me guess. The car’s wrecked?”

I hold up my phone and show him the article M sent. His sad eyes make me think Q’s about to cry.

“I poured part of my soul into that car!” He whines.

It’s sad to see him like this. I put an arm around him and he hangs his head. “It will be missed, dear Quartermaster. Might I suggest you don’t show Bond anymore cars?”

Q nods and lifts his head, only realizing just how close we are now. He stiffens up, making me remember he doesn’t do hugs. But it’s just one arm around his back. How can he be so skittish?

He tightens his jaw and turns to walk over to grab his laptop. “That’s it. I’m going to find him myself.”

Is he serious?

“Q, you can hardly lie to anyone. What makes you think you’re capable of sneaking around under M’s nose?”

He locks eyes with me. “I had a good teacher.”

Glad to know I’m not completely useless to him. Since Q’s all keen on tracking down Bond I don’t see a reason why I can’t help. I’ve got nothing better to do.

“It’ll be nice to be back in the field again,” I comment out loud as I grab a fresh uniform from the storage cabinet and head to the water closet to change.

Q doesn't seem to share my interest. “You shouldn’t risk it. If M finds out you’re involved you could get fired too. Bond’s only trouble for you.”

I step out, dressed in proper mission attire, and strap a holster around my thigh. I notice Q’s stern gaze falters and he quickly looks away.

“He’s trouble for both of us. And right now he needs our help. Particularly your help.”

“Then why are you following me?” Q asks as he grabs his messenger bag.

“You need a bodyguard,” I say simply.

He blinks. “Excuse me?”

I ignore him and gather up some ammunition. “Plus I’m tired of being stuck underground. I’m restless, I can’t help it!”

“You need a hobby.” Q rolls his eyes.

“My job is my hobby. So where are we going?”

“The smart blood shows that Bond is meeting with a new lead in Austria, so we will contact him there. We can take the Eurotunnel.”

I raise a brow. “You just don’t want to fly, do you?”

His stern face doesn’t change. “Not if I can avoid it. Quickly grab whatever necessities you need. I suggest you wear something warm. We leave in half an hour.”

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

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hypmic-translation · 8 months

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Black Journey

RAMUDA Today again my shadow laughs For who do I exist? This life of mine is mere emptiness Lost and all alone - these unending feelings If I could only crunch down on them all, just like sweet candy But wishing upon stars is pointless… my fate remains the same

RAMUDA: Is this for my sake? DICE: Who’s sake is it all for? GENTARO: For the sake of someday? DICE: For the sake of tomorrow? RAMUDA: Could it be for my sake? (1) DICE: Who’s sake is it all for? GENTARO: For the sake of someday? FP: Yes, this journey is for all of our sakes!

DICE The thrill of risking my life is just like a bug in my brain Calm beneath the frenzy, my life’s day trading (2) Simply mediating, daydreamer Somehow I noticed I’m carrying more dice Us three sitting side-by-side, surviving The last train is about to leave So don’t you dare let go of the ticket you’re holding, ey

GENTARO Aah, tonight shall we ponder the end approaching us Even if I turned to dust, my written verses would remain (3) Drawing coordinates on this ever-changing backdrop Our journey’s been long, filled with pain and suffering So that the three of us can smile together… (I’ll wait for my chance)

CHORUS Into our black, black journey! It’ll be our last, right? A journey to take control over our own lives DICE: Jack the line! You don’t gotta justify “I wanna” is all you need while on the road GENTARO: Our own private scene in the midst of a storm Fondly looking back on every memory

Our experiences are for no one else’s sake, belong to our own mind, all night DICE: Accumulated rhymes, repetitive fights They’re all we have to keep on going FP: Delving into the unknown and beyond- beyond- beyond- beyond

RAMUDA Why am I all alone? I’m fed up with all of these boring questions The world should be interesting, right? You’re not busy, are you, cutie-pie? Easy conversation, let’s vanish for a while and then bloom Don’t wanna see your face tomorrow, though So I’ll throw out a goodbye!

DICE You’re acting unusual? You’ll never win with that kinda outlook You already knew, this trip was never gonna be easy (GENTARO: It won’t be easy) You ain’t yourself? Like I care! You’re all that I’ve ever known We gonna be dirty So let’s just keep moving forwards, this way, no distractions

GENTARO The rippling water, the wandering stars, the waning moon If there are nights when you find yourself jealous of them all Simply get to your feet and dance You say you’re bound by shackles, invisible to any eye But regardless of how you feel, the sun will always rise Making the water shine, ever so faintly

CHORUS Into our black, black journey! It’ll be our start, right? We’ve never been this excited before DICE: Jack the line! You don’t gotta justify “I wanna” is all you need while on the road GENTARO: Our own private scene in the midst of a storm Fondly looking back on every memory

If we look deep inside ourselves, surely there we’ll find all of our answers DICE: Accumulated rhymes, repetitive fights They’re all we have to keep on going FP: Delving into the unknown and beyond- beyond- beyond- beyond

RAMUDA These feelings I didn’t know I had Won’t stop filling up the hole in my chest The two of you, laughing by my side Have turned me into somebody new And now I want to see exactly where this journey will lead…!

NOTES:

Although what Ramuda says here is the same as the first time he says it, he uses “boku” instead of “ore”, which is the pronoun he uses when he’s using his fake voice. This makes him come across as sweeter/less harsh, which is the intention, so I changed the line a little.

Dice’s verse is kind of a nightmare but my interpretation of this is that he’s discussing his daily life? “Day trading” is basically short-term stock buying, which some people seem to consider a form of gambling.

The lyrics say “華詩”, which essentially means “poetry”, but what Gentaro says is “かし” which means “lyrics”. I went with “verses” for a middle ground of sorts.

#fling posse

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observeowl · 1 year

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You're the best mother S.J

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: A calm and sweet day with R and Scarlett's son

Your POV After Elliot and I came back from the park I immediately carried him into the bath to prevent getting the dirt on his body all over the floor and the furniture. He was giggling all the way even as I shed his clothes

"You had fun today?" I asked after I had washed his hair and allowed him to play with his toys in the bath.

"Yes! Can we go again tomorrow?" He asked hopefully, giving his puppy eyes.

"We'll see buddy." I try not to promise him anything that I can't be sure of. I let him play a few more minutes alone as I went to get the towels and his clothes ready. Recently, he was obsessed with Cars so I took the shirt with the red racing car on.

"Come on Elliot, time to get out." I placed my arms on the side of the bathtub waiting for him. I've been trying to make him do things on his own and sometimes when it gets bad, it involves me walking away to prevent myself flaring out.

Thankfully, he came out peacefully on his own after a few more splashes with his duck.

I wrapped the fluffy blanket around him and dried his body before putting his clothes on him. "There's my handsome boy." I cooed as his head popped out from the collar. "Alright go play with your toys. I'm going to make dinner."

"I want your special mac & cheese mummy." Elliot requested.

"Alright, since you're such a good boy. Have fun." I ruffled his short hair before leaving him alone in the room.

I get started by boiling the water and getting all the ingredients needed for the mac & cheese. I didn't notice Scarlett came back until she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek.

"Hey darling, I didn't hear you enter." I caressed her hands giving her my attention.

"I tried calling for you but you weren't responding. Where's Elli?"

"Sorry. Elli is in his room."

"Alright. I'll greet him, change and come down to help you." I nodded before getting the prawns ready. The mac & cheese was ready as I poured it in a bowl. After frying the prawn, I placed the prawn on top of the mac & cheese before adding the breadcrumbs on top to put it in the oven.

Scarlett poured as she came down and I raised an eyebrow at her expression. "I wanted to help you, but you're already done."

"You can help set the table, my love. I'm going to get Elliot ready. When the oven rings, you can take it out. Thank you."

"Or... we can just stay here and call Elliot when it's ready." She suggested.

"Scar..." I dragged out. I kissed her before pulling away. "That's all you're going to get for now."

She huffed and stormed off to set the table while I went to Elli's room.

"Elliot, can mummy come in?"

"Yes!" He screamed and I saw that he had built a racetrack from his bed to the floor. He beckoned for me to go over and I sat next to him. "Mummy, press this button here and the car will zoom to the floor there!" He pointed towards the end with the checkered flag.

"Alright, press the button and we'll head down for dinner."

"Okay! Mummy press it!" He excitedly got out of bed and sat at the finish line.

"Here it comes!" I pressed the bright orange button to release the car from its hold and it followed the track and smashed the finish line, popping out a flag at the end.

"Yay!!!" He excitedly screamed and took the car before running to me again.

"Shall we pack and head down for dinner?" I asked knowing the mac & cheese would be done.

"Can we pack later?"

"Okay, but you must pack after dinner alright?" I gave him the authority to make decisions himself. He nodded, thrilled that he could do it later.

"Mama!!" He jumped into Scarlett's arm when he saw her plating his share on his plastic plate.

"Hey handsome, so happy for dinner?" She managed to put the spatula down in time to catch him.

The dinner went really well and interesting as Elli babbled about the things that he saw throughout the day and the philosophical things that came to his mind such as why is the sky blue and he was really testing our science knowledge that we returned to our teacher long ago.

After wiping Elli's mouth clean of the cheese, he jumped out of his chair and ran towards the TV.

"Elliot." I said sternly, causing him to turn and look at me. He looked at me confused at why I called him when he didn't do anything wrong. "What did we say earlier?"

He scrunched his nose thinking until I saw the bulb light up. "Sorry mummy, I forgot." He placed the remote down and walked towards me.

"It's okay. That's what I'm here for - to remind you." I stroked his hair when he came to hug me and apologised. "Come down when you're done, and we'll watch a movie."

"You're the best mother ever." Scarlett came with the blankets and pecked my cheek.

"I just try my best. You're great too, he loves you a lot. When we were at the park today, he kept talking about you."

"After I'm done with this project then we have more time together." We spent some time together in each other's embrace after missing each other for the entire day.

Scarlett POV Elli came down after packing his room and squeezed in the space between Y/N and I. I squeezed his cheeks together and he squealed trying to push my hands away while Y/N tickled his torso. His laughter filled the house, putting a smile on our faces.

"Mama, Mummy please..." He managed to get out and with a glance at Y/N we let our hands go at the same time.

He let out a loud breath when he was finally allowed to breathe normally. "I couldn't breathe." We chuckled at his words and Y/N passed him the remote to choose a movie. After a few minutes of choosing, he settled for Rio and cuddled together with him in the middle.

Halfway into the movie, Y/N shuffled away and stretched Elliot's leg out so she could place her head on Elli's lap. Initially, he squirmed a bit, slightly unsettled with the feeling that he was experiencing. I watched as he slowly relaxed and stroked his mother's head like we do for him. He continued his actions while watching the movie and occasionally kissing Y/N's head.

"You're such a good boy." I whispered next to his ear and he grinned as wide as possible.

"I don't mind Mummy doing this but my legs are feeling prickly..." He said with a sad look on his face. I took a look at Y/N and noticed she was sound asleep. Her day must have been filled with a lot of exciting activities to drain her.

"Since the movie's finished, it's your bedtime." I told him and stood up. After grabbing a pillow, I slowly lifted Y/N's head as Elli scooted out and replaced it with the pillow. "Alright, let's go." I whispered and Elli just lifted his arms up wanting to be carried.

"Up we go!" He whined when we started walking away and I saw that he was stretching his arm towards Y/N. "I haven't give Mummy a goodnight kiss."

"Oh silly me, how could I forget." I walked back and bent down so Elli could kiss her forehead while I was still holding him. "Sweet dreams, Mummy." He said as he stroke her head. He really takes over Y/N's traits and personality.

Once I tucked him in bed, he also gave me a goodnight kiss. "Love you, Mama." He said tiredly as he yawned.

"Me too, sweet dreams." I kissed his forehead and made sure he was nice and warm before leaving his room.

When I returned to the living room, Y/N was still there sound asleep and didn't move a muscle when I carried her up to our room. I placed her under the covers and got in myself and pulled her close to me, her scent relaxing me instantly.

"I love you more than I could count."

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We have arrived at the Lighthouse. Shall we investigate what it hides?

And perhaps, dare to stir up the creature within? What reaction might it have to a disturbance? When its patience is tested? Are you curious enough to find out?

Very well, let us commence. But beware of the disturbing sights that are to come.

“Hinata. Another experiment on the subject will be happening tomorrow. You are to meet us at the front doors before breakfast to receive instructions.”

That had been what Hajime had been told upon leaving Izuru behind for the evening after turning in the test results. Needless to say, he was frustrated. Would they ever learn that Izuru needed to be left alone? That the experiments they ran would only end up in fatalities and accidents?

But he had simply nodded and agreed. He had to keep giving them the illusion that they could control him. He had to wait until the right moment. But until that day arrived, he would do as they say.

So that’s how he found himself in front of a group of security guards, doctors, and… Yasuke Matsuda? What was he doing here? He knew the Ultimate Neurologist was enlisted to help with the experiments every now and again, but they rarely interacted. So why was he here?

He got his answer soon enough. “Hinata, Matsuda. You are to leave the premises for the first half of the day. We will tell Matsuda when we will allow you back inside.”

The security guards grabbed their keycards off their belts and grabbed Hajime’s arms, forcefully pushing him out of the building. And when they shoved him away from the doors, they locked behind them. He tried the handle to no avail, panic beginning to set in. “No! You can’t do this! Izuru Kamukura needs me to help him! Let me back in!”

“Stop wasting your time and energy. It’s pointless. You had to be removed for the experiment,” Yasuke bluntly stated, looking unamused and unimpressed.

Hajime slowly released his death grip on the handle and turned to face the other. “What exactly is going on? What is this experiment?” he asked, glaring at the neurologist.

Yasuke looked unaffected. “They want to see how he reacts to you being replaced. They know he likes you enough to not kill you. They want to see if he is more temperamental, or simply focused on you.” He shrugged. “And if it puts your simple mind at ease, he’s supposed to be fed. By someone else, though.”

But instead of calming him down, this news sent a wave of rage through Hajime. He stormed away from the building, chain clinking violently with his steps. He walked until he found a large tree to collapse against. He stared down at the ground, furious and unsure what to do with this energy. He had half a mind to punch the tree, but withheld as he didn’t want to hurt his hands. He needed them to care for Izuru.

So he clenched his fists as he seethed, raising his head to look at the clouds. The calming blue and lazy clouds did have an effect on him, the anger simmering down to a controllable degree. He was still angry, but not to the point of potential violence. He could do this.

“Is your little tantrum done?” Yasuke’s voice cut through the silence.

Hajime felt his irritation grow a hint higher, but he only allowed it that much. He turned his head to see Yasuke nearby, arms crossed and annoyed. He took a breath and asked a question. “What details were you given on this experiment?”

The neurologist raised an eyebrow, but replied anyway. “As I said, they are testing his patience with a new person. And they chose quite the candidate. A former drill sergeant from the military, one who was terminated for misconduct.”

This time, Hajime was the one to raise an eyebrow. “What kind of misconduct?”

“He was neglectful to those under his care. He forced them to do as he said and exhausted them beyond what is considered appropriate. Let the power of his position go to his head. And from my observations, he doesn’t appear to have changed that much. Hence why the staff hired him on. I’m sure they expect him to fail.”

“They sent him in to die,” Hajime concluded. The head staff here were not precious about human life outside of their own. Sacrifices were often and frequent here. He had seen it happen countless times. And he knew he himself had been intended to be a sacrificial lamb. But none had expected him to survive.

“Right. So don’t be eager to return, Servant of Hope. Unless you want to be caught in the crossfire.”

A bout of silence overtook them again. Neither of them felt the need to say much to each other; they didn’t interact often and when they did, it typically left one of them less than pleased. That was fine with Hajime. He wasn’t here to make friends. He was there for one reason and one reason only.

Hours passed, every second feeling like an eternity. Out of necessity, Yasuke had to leave the property temporarily to get food for them both. He had insisted he go alone as Hajime would have drawn too much attention with his chain and eye covering. But he returned swiftly, as he was still supervising the caretaker. It never stopped being tense, even after food. Hajime was just stuck thinking over what was happening in the Lighthouse. It was Izuru’s lunch time soon. Was he eating? Was the replacement being rough with him? He swore that if even a hair was out of place on Izuru, he would kill the drill sergeant himself so that the Ultimate Hope wouldn’t need to bother.

But it seemed like that was unnecessary. That much was evident as Yasuke’s phone began ringing and the sound of frantic voices were audible once he answered.

The neurologist didn’t visibly react, as he had expected something like this to occur. He just confirmed they were heading back and hung up. “They need you back. I’m sure you can guess what happened.”

“A bloody mess splattered everywhere.” Hajime grimaced as he imagined what had happened. But he didn’t care about the potential mess as long as Izuru was okay. “Let’s go back, now.”

Thankfully, Yasuke didn’t disagree. So the two hurried as fast as they could back to the building. The doors opened as soon as they got close, the doctors beckoning them inside. Only now, they didn’t look so confident. They looked… disturbed.

“What happened?” Yasuke demanded, still not displaying any emotion.

“It… would be easier to just show you,” one of the doctors replied, gesturing them into the security room with various cameras on display. One of them was black, as if not turned on. Another doctor pointed to it. “The temporary caretaker was required to wear a camera as he performed his duties. We were keeping an eye on him through it. The footage has been saved, so we can play it back.”

Yasuke tilted his head as he crossed his arms. “And why is the camera not on currently?”

“You’ll see,” was all that was said. A few buttons were pressed, then the screen flickered to life, showing the room exactly what had occurred.

**********

The footage started when the man was in the elevator. He was grumbling and muttering under his breath, which the camera picked up.

“What are they doing here? Why assign me to this station? Degraded to a caretaker of some freak? This is not befitting of someone of my stature. But after today, they will surely see reason. They will put me where I belong. Above others as a commander. They will see. I’ll wrangle this beast they fear into submission.”

The elevator dinged, the metal doors opened. The pristine white hallways that Hajime was familiar with were now in view. The man pushed the cart in front of him, approaching the locked door with no sign of hesitation. It made Hajime wonder if the staff had truly debriefed this replacement of what Izuru was capable of.

Regardless, the man scanned a card, Hajime’s card, and entered the room. A room that many would not dare approach. Soon, the Ultimate Hope was in the camera’s line of sight.

Instantly, Hajime could tell that Izuru was not happy. His smile was empty, eyes cold, and mouth sealed shut. He did not make any noise. He was as silent as death itself.

But that only seemed to make the man hesitate for a few moments. His gruff voice soon began barking out orders. “Alright, you maggot. You are going to listen and cooperate with my instructions. And wipe that grin off your face. This isn’t a day at the fair. This is your imprisonment. So listen and listen well to those above you. And I might just let you off easy.”

Silence. Izuru didn’t move, simply staring. And based on the angle of the camera, it looked as though the red eyes were directed right at the other’s own eyes.

But this only enraged the man. “Useless and worthless! That’s what you are! If you weren’t confined to this room, I would be putting you through the most grueling exercises! I bet you wouldn’t be smiling after that!” He grabbed Izuru’s pale arm roughly, shoving the sedative syringe into him. “As punishment, you get no food. Perhaps you will be more obedient at lunch.” The man then turned and violently shoved the cart out.

The camera cut out soon after, the screen remaining dark for a few seconds. But it came back to life again, with the man still muttering while in the elevator. He returned to the locked door, scanning the card and clipping it on his belt. The door slid shut with a click as the man stepped into the room while dragging the cart in. “Well, freak of nature, it’s time again. Let’s see if you are willing to listen… now…”

The man’s voice changed in an instant. Instead of a loud, boisterous tone, it turned into one riddled with terror. The camera on him showed the reason why.

Izuru was standing in the middle of the room, eyes wide and smile menacing. It was clear in its message: this intruder was not welcome or liked by the room’s resident.

It was a sight that would make anyone afraid. And it was evident by the camera beginning to vibrate that the temporary caretaker was terrified. He tried to turn and leave, rustling around for the keycard. “What? Where is it!? The card was right here!”

A faint jingling noise began right after his words. The shaking stopped, as if the noise froze him in fear. It was something right out of a horror movie.

Not having much choice, the man slowly turned around. And the location of the keycard was confirmed, being delicately pinched in Izuru’s long, pale fingers. The experiment tilted his head slightly and gently shook the card again, as if teasing the replacement caretaker.

“How… how did you… get that?” the man feebly asked.

He got no reply, only Izuru extending an arm out with the card loosely held in his fingers. As if acting on instinct, the man lunged forward and snatched the card, turning back to the card reader and scanning it. “Let me out! Get me out of here! It’s a monster!”

Instead of the normal speed, the electronic door began opening painfully slowly. As if it too was teasing the frightened man. The lights also began flickering, cutting in and out in the hallway outside the containment room. And if one listened closely, over the sound of heavy breathing, various explosions could be heard from somewhere below. It was as if all the electronic equipment were going haywire from the card being scanned.

The man didn’t seem to want to ponder over this, as the door had opened just enough for him to try and squeeze through. He shoved himself in, upper torso first. It almost looked as though he would make it.

Hajime knew better. A pained scream proved his prediction.

The electronic hiss of the doors returned to normal after they had abruptly closed. And they slowly opened again, allowing the bisected body caught in the middle to slump to the ground. The camera began getting fuzzy as the blood seeped into it and its wearer’s clothing. But it caught one last thing. The visual of Izuru’s arm delicately plucking the keycard from the dying man’s loosened grip.

“I’ll take this,” a calm, yet sinister voice said.

Then the camera cut out.

**********

“We called you pretty much right after this occurred. He wasn’t given the afternoon sedatives and he has the card. He could be trying to escape. We need you to confirm his location,” a doctor told Hajime with urgency, a hand on his shoulder guiding him towards the elevator. “You are the only one who can survive him. Go get him under control.”

Hajime swallowed the question on whether the elevator would even be operational with the electronic malfunctions that occured. He was positive it would. After all, Izuru was surely waiting for him.

He was correct, as the metal doors opened and allowed him access. They closed and he began ascending. He took this time to breathe deeply and calm himself. He needed to ensure Izuru was alright. The mess left behind could wait until after.

But he was in for another surprise. When the elevator opened up and he stepped out, there was no mess to be seen. Not a single speck of blood. Only two things looked slightly out of place. The cart near the wall with filled garbage bags, and the keycard laying innocently in front of the closed containment room.

Did… Izuru clean this up? Wanting to get an answer, Hajime didn’t hesitate to grab the card and scan it. The door opened with no issues, allowing him inside.

“Welcome back, my dear caretaker.”

Izuru was there, sitting under his covers and reclining against his pillows. How he usually was when Hajime came in.

“Sir, are you alright? I saw the footage. He was not gentle at all with you. I’m so sorry you had to experience that. They forced me out of the building. I didn’t want to leave you with another, I swear!” he rambled, feeling strangely guilty.

But the guilt vanished with a gentle shake of the head. “I figured as much. I know you would never leave me. But it doesn't matter anymore. You are here now.”

The caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. The retreating panic made way for curiosity. “Uh, may I ask… where…?”

Izuru smirked. “Oh, I think you can figure that out.”

Hajime looked behind him, as if he could see the garbage bags through the door. “Y-yeah… I think I know. But… why did…?”

Again, Izuru predicted his question. “Why did I wait until this time to deal with him? Simple. I didn’t want to create a mess for you to have to clean. But I lost my patience with him, so I took care of matters. Both extermination and clean up. There is nothing for you to worry about now, my dear caretaker.” He then nodded to the keycard in his hands. “Also, do take care to keep a tight hold on that. I sense that it will now affect others differently than it does yourself.”

Hajime held the keycard to his chest tightly. “It won’t leave my side. I’ll do my best to ensure that.”

Izuru hummed. “See that you do. Now then, my dear caretaker, I do have a request for you.”

Hajime nodded. “Anything, sir. What do you need?”

Izuru smiled, this one more genuine than the ones on the footage. “I am quite hungry. Would you go acquire some sustenance for me?”

A simple request. And one that made Hajime crack a smile. “A man was just cut in half in your doorway. I’m kind of impressed you have an appetite after that.”

Izuru let out a humorless chuckle. “All I did was squash a pest. Nothing more.”

The caretaker fluffed the pillow behind the long white locks and brought the blanket up to fit more snuggly around the thin body. “I shall go and make you something. I won't be long. Just relax until I get back, okay?”

“So reliable. So devoted. Truly, you are the only capable one for this role,” Izuru said, closing his eyes and evening his breathing out.

“Your words mean the world to me. Thank you, sir,” Hajime replied. He backed out of the doorway, the doors not closing until he was far away. He glanced over at the loaded cart, but only for a moment. He would deal with that later. He had a far more important task to do.

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