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donniehere · 1 month

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄?

pairings: ot5!txt x reader. (separate.)

genre: apocalypse au, light angst, fluff.

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, mentions of cannibalism, gore, apocalypse, zombies.

synopsis: the world is ending, humanity has entered a worldwide crisis, and you're stuck with them.

this quite literally inspired me to plan a whole fanfiction :3

CHOI YEONJUN [최연준]

↬ The both of you were neighbors, and you were the one to let him inside your apartment three days after the crisis began, and from then on, you continued on fighting back to back.

↬ He doesn’t trust anybody. You won’t get to save anybody when it comes to him, bitten or uninjured. It will be just you and him.

↬ Acts fearless around you, when he’s actually a coward and seeks your comfort nonstop.

↬ Despite the fear that consumes him when a flesh-eating monster is ahead, he continues on protecting you, making sure you’re safe and uninjured, which you appreciate.

↬ Every night, one of you keeps watch so that the other can get some deserved rest.

↬ Everytime the both of you move from one location to another, he makes sure he has some sort of physical contact with you. Whether it’s interlocking his fingers with you, or having an arm wrapped around your shoulder. He cannot risk losing you in this already fucked up reality.

A high-pitched scream escaped your not-so hydrated lips as you landed harshly on the floor, a zombie climbing on top of you, attempting to bite the flesh of your face.

Your eyes fell shut instantly, embracing the upcoming painful death that never actually came. You felt the zombie’s corpse resting upon your body and slowly lifted your eyelids. The monster’s head was now detached from the body and Yeonjun stood above you, a metal bat painted in blood held in his hand.

His breathing was heavy and sweat rolled down the side of his face. “A-Are you okay?” He questioned, arm reaching down to help you up. With a groan, you pushed the corpse off of you and shakily took his arm and he lifted you up. You huffed as he pulled you into a tight hug, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him too, embracing him back. Tears began streaming like a river down his face, “I thought I lost you..”

CHOI SOOBIN [최수빈]

↬ You both liked each other and he finally planned on confessing his feelings by taking you on a date to the beach. However, the date you’ve been dreaming about was ruined by an apocalypse, and the both of you struggled to survive. Thankfully love was the biggest hope.

↬ You broke into a weapon shop and stole some guns and knives in order to protect yourself. Let’s say.. you were unbeatable, despite the first-time struggle.

↬ You both learned how to defeat the zombies and decided on helping as many survivors as possible. And not too much later, you already established a large group of survivors who assisted you in fighting against the cannibals.

↬ While he’s harsh on the others, he is extremely soft when it comes to you, completely melting into your touch and words of affirmation.

↬Before every fight with the zombies, the both of you share a goodluck kiss, and promise to return alive.

You watched as Soobin instructed the survivors on how to handle a zombie, raising his voice at them whenever they failed. You felt bad, but they were quite useless if they didn’t know how to fight. After the training, Soobin came up to you, and fell right into your arms. “Don’t think you were too harsh?” You mutter, hand raising to brush through his nested hair.

“They have to be mentally strong to survive, anyway.” He exhales, arms smoothly wrapping around your waist. He lifted his head from your shoulder, lips pressing against yours sweetly. He pulled back and stared passionately into your eyes. “I’m happy you’re still standing beside me.”

CHOI BEOMGYU [최범규]

Two bandmates who goofed around at the beginning of the apocalypse until realization finally hit you, and then you began appreciating each other’s presence. The rest of your band was tragically turned into brainless monsters, and you were left with no option but to murder them yourself, since Beomgyu was mentally incapable of doing so.

Regarding to that, if you’d like to survive an apocalypse with Beomgyu, you’ll have to be the one taking the lead and making sacrifices, he’s just unable to fight face-to-face with a zombie.

Shares his food with you. Whether it’s a full meal or a little snack, he still makes sure to share his food with you as a way of thanking you.

You have those little moments where you bring up memories and experiences you’ve shared together before everything began— more like, ended. You eventually end up crying in each other’s arms.

A year after the apocalypse began, you both finally returned to the band’s shared apartment and surprisingly, Beomgyu’s guitar was still there. You agreed on carrying it with you just in case, and you definitely praised the old decision.

Two survivors sat on the top of a towering building, eyes glued to the starry night-sky. Beomgyu’s fingers danced along with the guitar’s strings as you gently bobbed your head to the sounds. You felt a weight lifting off your chest. “You look beautiful, even when you’re covered in blood and dust.” Beomgyu chuckles. You roll your eyes, thanking the gods that the darkness was keeping your flushed face hidden from Beomgyu’s sight.

“You should be thankful I’m capable of protecting the both of us.” You mumble, an exhausted exhale escaping your lips.

“I’m always thankful.” He smiles, earning a small grin from you too. “You know, moments like these make me realize that despite the fact that the world is ending, everything might still be okay, as long as I’m with you.”

KANG TAEHYUN [강태현]

Best-friends who met thanks to the baseball club, and found themselves surrounded by bitten squadmates. Thankfully, you were returning from a competition when everything went down, so you were still wearing the gear and were handicapped.

The both of you stood strong against zombies, but Taehyun made sure to lead the way. He was always the one to check the hallways first, always the one to risk his life for you.

Is very protective of you, and never abandoned you. Will insist on fighting the zombies for you if it means you leaving uninjured.

You found a group of survivors in the school you were stuck in, and whenever they would spit at the both of you for being outsiders and not trusting you, Taehyun will stand up for you.

Words of affirmation. I repeat. Words of affirmation. The both of you continued on comforting eachother whenever needed, which is probably the only thing keeping you sane right now.

The rest of the students were already asleep, while the two of you volunteered to keep on watch for tonight. Taehyun was sitting down on the freezing cold, you laying between his legs, his chest pressing against your back. “Say, do you think we’ll make it out alive?” You questioned out of the blue.

“Who knows?” He sarcastically replied, not taking you seriously. His expression changed when you turned to look at him, tears falling from your eyes. “[Name]..” He calls softly.

“I’m sorry.. I couldn’t help but overthinking everything, and realization suddenly hit me. We might not make it out alive..” You choke on your own words. “Taehyun—“

“We’ll make it out alive, so stop worrying.” He directed a deep look into your glistening eyes. “I don’t care if we’re humanity’s last survivors, I promise the both of us will survive.”

HUENINGKAI [휴닝카이]

You were a nurse in a hospital, and he happened to run into you after searching for medical supplies for his friend, who apparently was injured. After you took care of his friend’s wounds, Kai dragged you along with them and kept you safe.

He has experience with video games of that kind, so he wasn’t exactly afraid, just stressed. He didn’t want to lose neither you or his friend. Unfortunately, a zombie had defeated his friend and Kai tried killing it, but got injured as a result.

You mostly took care of meals and the medication, while Kai fought. You were always concerned for his well-being, but he always gave you that short peck that calmed you down.

His love language is gift-giving. Every time he goes out in search of survivors or any sign of hope, he returns with a small gift just for you, warming up your heart.

He always finds a way to make you laugh through the harsh world, which you loved most about him. The way he could light up an entire dark world.

Kai had just returned from another mission which ended up with his arm getting scratched. You sighed, carefully treating his wound as he hissed at every slight touch. “You should be more careful.” You worriedly beg him.

“I can try..” He spoke with a soft smile. You had no idea how he was able to smile through the pain. “Also, I brought this with me.”

Your eyes jerked downwards to see what he was holding. A standing white flower. You were surprised. How come that flower is still alive?

“It was so beautiful and was outstanding amongst the dead field.” He raised his hand, giving you a full view of the beautiful flower. “It reminded me of you, since you’re able to standstill even during the strongest storms.”

DISCLAIMER: This post is pure fiction and doesnt reflect the idols' actual behaviour and personalities.

#txt #txt x reader #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu #fanfiction #tomorrow x together #choi yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x reader #choi soobin x reader #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #soobin x reader #kang taehyun #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai #apocalypse #light angst

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attackurheart88 · 5 months

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How would Hisoka, Chrollo, Kurapika and Killua react to a dominant and possessive reader? They would like to? and I mean in every way lol, everyday life and nsfw

Killua is a minor aged up or not so I’ll be skipping his nsfw. Thanks for your understanding.

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Hisoka

• He likes it

• Hisoka will often flirt with others just to rile you up

• Seeing how angry you get when other women or even men touch him

• turns him on (everything does)

• Hisoka is used to taking that role in any relationship, so to find someone like himself attracts him

• The two of you would be that lovey-dovey couple that everyone envies.

• You match each other's energies

• Each of you wants to control and dominate the other

• He thinks of your possessive side to be really sexy.

• And often pushes to see how you’ll punish him later

• Which comes in the form of whips, knives, and wax play.

• Hisoka is tied to the bed while he endures every scar and wound you leave on his body

• It's only after a few hours of pain and orgasm denial that Hisoka is forgiven until next week

Chrollo

• Doesnt mind it

• You’re devotion to him will serve as a pawn to play

• He knows he can trust you with anything without you ever turning against him

• Sometimes you scare him

• If push comes to shove and he wants to break it off he fears for his life.

• Secretly Chrollo likes how dominant you are

• It can be exhausting to constantly being the one to make decisions and put on a brave face

• Having you take that role sometimes gives him a sense of comfort

• In the bedroom the two of you switch back and forth over who will be in control

• One second you're on top the next you're on your knees as he takes you from behind

• The look on your face in tears begging and pleading for more underneath him is a huge ego boost

• Knowing you behave the opposite of a submissive person

• Chrollo will relish any situation where he has power over you

Kurapika

• Doesnt like it

• Kurspika is extremely independent and often takes the leadership role in any situation

• Having a partner who obsesses over him will make him feel uncomfortable at first

• Your dominance might even scare him

• Once he gets used to your behavior he slowly allows himself to enjoy it

• Part of him believes he doesn't deserve to have someone who cares about him so much

• He should be alone and focus on this goal of killing the Phantom Troupe. It would be the safest option for you and anyone he cares about

• But after your insistence on not leaving him alone and finding ways to follow him and assist him in some way

• Kurapika has no choice but to let you in

• Kurapika wouldn't admit it but coming home to you pushing him in the bed and having your way with him is the highlight of his day

• After a long day of work and stress Kurapika doesn't want to think

• Having you take the reins and tell him what to do feels so right

• He likes it when you tease him

• Him tied to the bed as you fuck him hard and play with his nipples

• It's perfect

Killua

• He feels on edge at first

• Killua feels like you remind him of his brother

• Trying to be in control and limit him all while saying you care

• He would argue with you constantly

• He isn't a fan of being told what to do or being the “submissive” one in a relationship

• You taking charge of initiating PDA or any romantic gestures makes him get shy and embarrassed

• He would always find a way to return the favor and get even

• Killua can be really petty

• If you tell him to do one thing he will go out of his way to do the opposite just to feel like he has some control

• When it's late or Killua is in a good mood he puts up less of a fight

• He’ll let you be the big spoon

• Or drag him around letting you take charge

• It's times like that Killua really feels like a child and enjoys the feeling of being taken cared of

#hxh x reader #killua zoldyck #kurapika x reader #chrollo x reader #adult trio x reader #gender neutral y/n #hxh scenarios #killua x reader #hisoka x reader #kurapika #scenario

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chloe-skywalker · 9 months

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Consequences - Jaime Lannister

Jaime x fem!reader (niece/daughter)

Warnings: GOT

Word count: 744

Summary: Y/n likes to learn how to defend herself, and her uncle Jaime wants to help. Bonding time with at least one of his secret children. But will it last?

Authors Note: I think Jaime was screwed over. He deserved a happy ending but they had him go back to Cersei! Thats fucked he desevered better. And he would’ve been a good father, poor guy.

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“Now, what are you doing?” Jaime asked slightly amused at how he made the princess jump. He didn't mean to startle her, but he was curious when he saw her sneak off. So he followed his so called niece, to see what she was up to.

“Praciting.” Y/n answered her uncle not looking him in the eyes. She was ashamed, she knew she had no reason to be. But she wasn’t supposed to even be touching weapons. Her mothers orders. Y/n didn’t want to see the look of disappointment or appallment on his face that was on her mothers when she found out. “I’ll be going.”

“I didn’t say you had to leave.” Jaime spoke up confused on her actions, ready to flee as fast as possible.

Y/n turned around to face him, with a furrowed brow she asked. “Isn’t that why you followed me here?”

“No.” Jaime shook his head walking closer to her. “I just wanted to see what you were up to. I’m not telling you to stop, you were doing quite good with that sword.”

He couldn’t help but be proud of what he saw. She had no one to help or train her but she was good. He was definitely taking credit for it in his head. It’s in her blood.

“I’ve been told that if anyone found me here doing this again that I’d be punished.” Y/n grimaced remembering her mother’s exact words.

Jaime lifted her chin with his hand, making her look him in the eyes. He smiled hoping he could encourage her. “I won’t tell. Promise.”

With that Jaime decided that he was gonna help Y/n. He was going to be her teacher, he’d rather she know how to defend herself than not. It’s also an excuse for him to get to spend more time with y/n.

So from then on Jaime and Y/n would meet in the hidden quiet location they had found, and Jaime taught her how to use all kinds of weapons. Plus some hand to hand.

And it was all going well till a certain someone’s little birdies decided to tell the Queen. (Pyter Belish)

^ ^ ^

It was a cool day in KingsLanding, perfect for teaching Y/n some archery Jaime thought. He was on his way to her room to walk with her.

“So I was thinking today we could work on-” He stopped speaking as he shut the bedroom door behind him and didn’t see Y/n anywhere. “Y/n?”

“I don’t think it’s good for us to be doing this anymore uncle.” Y/n’s voice came out soft and Jaime swears he could hear it wobble as she spoke.

“But you love-” Jaime stopped in his tracks when he walked over to see her standing on the balcony. As she turned to look at him Jaime was floored. Looking at her face, seeing her split lip and bruised cheek, he was raging on the inside but he didn’t want to scare her so he approached her slowly. “What happened?”

Y/n could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t want her uncle to see her like this, that’s why she was hiding in her room. “I was spotted training the other day. . . Mother was not happy.”

Jaime cupped one side of her face gently. “Your mother did this to you?”

Y/n gave a stiff nod, biting her lip. “I do not want you to incur any punishment like I have or worse uncle Jaime. I think it best to not do the lessons anymore.”

Jaime pulled her into him, wrapping her up into a tight hug. Trying to comfort her, and make her feel protected. “No, no you love learning how to use a sword, throw knives, hand to hand combat, and I will not let you be defenseless or have something you love taken away from you.”

Y/n pulled back to look into Jaimes eyes worried for him. “What are you gonna do?”

Jaime smiled at her concern for him, brushing one hand through her hair. “Don’t worry about that, just let me take care of it. You just focus on what you wanna learn next.”

Y/n nodded resting her head against his chest. All the while Jaime was thinking about all the things he was gonna say, ripping into his sister. How dare she touch y/n like that. Jaime was not gonna let that slide.

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drunkenlionwrites · 10 months

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Decay

Okay, it's a bit sad, but I came with the terms of being a lover of just writing the stream of consciousness of Vash's dark thoughts. It manifested in like 20 minutes while listening to a song I heard today. Warnings: Vash x reader, g/n reader, no body parts mentioned, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, self-deprecation

He just stood there, twirling a small strand of his yellowish-golden hair between his calloused finger pads, looking at his own reflection. ‘Decaying’ Knives said one time. He’s decaying. Does it mean he’s being transformed to something remotely resembling a human being now, or does it just mean he’s finally getting what he deserved for all the sins he committed throughout his inhumanly long existence. Will it bring him close to you, at least? His anchor, his salvation, the last stop in his life?

He didn’t know, he didn’t want to know, probably. The fear filling him at the thought of watching you decaying in your human sort of way: covering with traces of your age, eyes filling with wisdom and some sort of tranquility and acceptance he so often saw in older people. How do humans process and grow from their experience in such a short lifespan? He sometimes felt as if he’s the same boy watching hundreds of ships falling to the ground, same boy just painfully tired. Decaying.

He leaned closer to the small mirror above the bathroom sink, trying to find signs of something. Maybe aging? He would’ve felt so elated if he saw even a small trace of wrinkles forming around the corner of his eyes or brow ridges – there was nothing there. Just the same youthful face he’s grown tired looking at. Not much time has passed after all, but year after year he grew more anxious at the thought of being left alone again. The insurance girls, kids at the orphanage, Livio, you – the crazy ones who stuck with him through thick and thin.

Even though he’s been conditioned by your sweet gentle voice, your precious touch, your affectionate voice not to fear future, not to loathe the past, he’s been stuck with himself in such moments, when you have been still sleeping and he had to face himself in all his monstrous glory while doing trivial things, probably brushing teeth, or shaving. How funny. Sometimes he didn’t think much of it. Sometimes he’s been starting spiraling down the corridors of his darkest thoughts. Maybe he should end it all, covering all the ground around your lovely home with geraniums and follow you? Or maybe it would’ve been selfish again. It should be your favorite flowers. How funny that you wouldn’t ever come to know what your favorite flower is.

‘Vash?’ a soft voice called out to him, yanking from melancholy. ‘What my favorite man is filling his pretty head with again, m?’ Sounds of quiet steps and creaking wooden floor followed, topped with the feeling of warm body pressing to his back, enveloping him in a loving embrace. And with such an easy turn of his head, the view of his tired face changed into your smiling eyes. Anchoring, grounding and oh so loving.

‘Mmm thinking about how I should pamper my favorite Mayfly today?’ a small smile appearing on his own face.

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#vash x reader #vash x you #trigun x reader #trigun x you #trigun headcanons #vash headcanons #lion writes

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christalcake · 6 months

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His hands reach up and cradle your delicate face, a welcoming heat provided by his palms as they envelop your cheeks. Knives look down at you, a gentle smile appearing on his lips as you feel the pads of his thumbs stroke the apple of your cheeks lovingly.

“The way your magnificent skin reacts to my simple touch…” his tone is soft and tender, watching as you close your eyes and lean further into his warm embrace. “I yearn for it, actively seek you just to see how your body reacts to my touch.”

He lays his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. A content sigh escapes his lips as he feels your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you. In return he allows one of his hands to leave the comfort of your cheek, letting his fingers tickle the surface of your skin as they travel down to grasp your hip.

“Your heart is my most cherished possession.” he opened his eyes, and the crystal blue orbs gleamed beautifully as they looked down at your closed one. “Forever gifting my dark soul with such light and warmth.”

The hand still holding your cheek now moves back and cradles the back of your head. “I’ve done many horrendous things throughout my life…” you could feel him guide your face closer, the distance between your lips merely paper-thin. “But one thing is certain, finding you was truly the greatest thing I’ve ever done.”

His lips are now on yours, the electrifying sensation still shocks your senses when the both of you meet but it's soon replaced with such delicate soft strokes that cause you to melt into his touch. The hand resting on your hip finds purchase on your lower back and guides your body forward until he’s satisfied there is no space between the both of you. Every single one of his movements is deeply calculated, ensuring he wouldn’t break your fragile body… Knives would never forgive himself if he were to hurt you, even if it was for pleasure’s sake.

His lips part first, and his eyes remain closed as he holds onto you and breathes in your scent. “Feeling your chest move with every breath you take… It’s exhilarating.” he can feel your chest meet his as you inhale, taking in a sharp breath before exhaling. “It keeps reminding me that you’re alive and not just a fragment of my imagination…” Knives feels his brow twitch, as he reflects on his past self. A soulless being walking amongst the living, believing the human race would always be doomed to destruction and killing… “A-And to think I would have-”

The feeling of your slender finger against his lip caused him to open his eyes, meeting your soft gaze and affectionate smile. “Knives, you and I are both alive,” your voice, a gentle melody that resonates through him and tears him away from his self-destructive thoughts. “I’m well aware of the man you once were, but the one standing in front of me now is not him. You’ve come a long way and I am so proud of you.”

If only you could experience the way his heart fluttered within his chest. How you treated him with such love and respect, confuses him as he always believed he never deserved such kindness. “You’ve always seen the best in me, even when I’m at my lowest… You somehow always bring me back into your loving and gentle embrace.”

Your lips meet once again, sharing another tender kiss. The both of you can feel the fire burning within your own bodies as the kiss deepens. He licks your bottom lip and you willingly open your mouth, allowing his tongue to explore and taste you. A soft moan escapes you, causing him to groan as he feels a wave of pleasure rushing through his veins.

Knives always start the process slowly taking his time to savor the moments he shares with you, from sawing your body against his or letting his other hand wander up the length of your spine to pull the hem of your collar and kissing your exposed shoulders. Everything you graciously allow to give him, he’ll happily take.

He parts from your lips bending down to scope you into his arms, guiding both his calloused hands behind each one of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his hips. The heat between the both of you nearly becomes too much as his lips return to your lips and hungrily kiss you. The walk to your shared bedroom becomes a slight obstacle as Knives refuses to part from you, causing him to stumble a few times until he walks through the doorway.

Once he arrives at the foot of the bed, he gently lays you down on your back, kissing the tip of your nose before he stands up to unbutton his shirt. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning, catching the way you lick your lips as you gazed at his toned physique. He would be lying to himself, if this didn’t help boost his ego.

He makes a show out of it, letting the white fabric of his shirt slowly fall from his shoulders and down his biceps until he has it off completely and throws the garment aside. Licking his own lips when he sees the way you rub your thighs together, causing his cock to throb within the confine of his trousers.

“You’ve given me so much already,…” he says as he kneels down and takes one of your legs. His fingers loop around each lace of your boots and untie them swiftly. “Both mind and your body.” once both of your boots come off and are laid to the side, his eyes watch you as his hands reach up and unbutton your pants and pull them off, along with your undergarments. “Allow me the honor to give you mine.”

Before your clothes even touch the hardwood floor, Knives climbs over you and slots himself between your naked legs. He can feel the way your body quivers under his every touch, the soft whimpers you give him when his hands grab your thighs, or how his fingers dig into your skin. He can’t stop himself from groaning and grind into your naked cunt.

“M-My desire for you–” but he couldn’t finish it, opting to kiss you instead and reach down to grab the hem of your shirt. You part for a second when you help him take your shirt off, not wanting another one to get ripped to shreds from Knives being impatient and tearing it apart. Once he unclips your bra, he wastes no time nestling his face between your breasts. His hands massage the mound of your delicious skin, bringing them closer to his face and kissing them.

“Beautiful,” he whispers while his thumb grazes over your hard nipples, his other hand cupping your other breast fully. “Breathtakingly beautiful as always, Tangela…” his warm lips envelop your areola, tongue teasingly dancing around the erect bud.

You gasp at every flick his tongue produces around your nipple and moan when he bites onto it. Hearing his own name roll off your tongue and how your fingers grasped his dark locks caused him to bucket harder against your pelvis. The area around his groin became damp from your own excitement and his.

Knives pulled away only to stand on his knees and to admire the sight below him. Your body is now fully exposed to him, laying on your back and shivering from missing his warm body against yours. “Always a magnificent sight to within,” he smirks before reaching down and tugging at his aching sex.

“Knives….” you whispered, reaching over and touching his stomach. Your fingers danced along each ab, watching as he flexed with every stroke of your fingers. You keep going lower, touching the rim of his belly button, admiring the groomed hairline going below the waistline of his pants. While you were busy marveling at his features, Knives was doing the same. He watched how your lips parted and said something, but his mind was too clouded to register what you were saying. Both of you were completely at each other’s mercy.

He whispered your name once you began to unbutton his pants and pulled them down, along with his briefs, letting his cock spring free and hit his stomach. Your mouth never fails to water when he’s fully exposed, the length of his cock alone was impressive but he was also a thick man, uncut and a slight curve near the head. You wrapped one of your hands around his shaft, precum glistening down his shaft and now covering your palm. He hissed at the contact, his eyes rolling in the back of his head and thrusting his hips forward into your touch.

“Fuck… The way you wrap your fingers around me…” he groans, concentrating on his breathing and not how enjoyable your hand felt around him. “I could cum just by your touch alone…”

You stroke his shaft a few more times before you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist and guide them above your head as he settles himself between your legs. He doesn’t waste time using his feet to slide his pants off completely, and then feel your legs hug his hips. His grip around your wrist loosens, moving up to interlock his fingers with yours. You can feel the tip of his cock kiss your cunt before he slides his shaft against your folds, covering his length with your sweet slick.

No words are exchanged, as he looks into your eyes feeling trapped by your hazy stare and hypnotic hues of your iris. With a few more teasing thrusts, Knives angles himself properly to slip the head of his cock into your hole. The sudden intrusion made you gasp but he still, wanted you to adjust before pushing even deeper into your warmth.

You can feel his hot breath on your face as Knives tries his best to control his urges, stopping himself from completely giving in and aggressively delving into your cunt and succumbing to his primal need to fuck you senseless… But he takes a deep breath and listens to your body, wait till your muscles relax, or when you finally nudge him to continue.

In just a few minutes he can feel the back of your heels digging into the back of his thighs, urging him to go in deeper, letting him fill you to the brim with his cock. Knives provide just that, letting himself go further until he’s completely sheeted inside you. The man is so deep you can feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix and twitching inside you. His head lays flat against your forehead while his movements are gentle, soft thrusts to help you ease and adjust around him.

He can hear you moaning his name over and over again, chanting it until he’s bewitched by your spell and desire, and his hips begin to move. The hand located on your hips finds the mound of your luscious ass and squeezes it harshly as he thrusts even deeper into you. “So perfect-” he starts to say deeply before a deep groan erupts from his throat. “Like you were made for me.”

You moan his name again, encouraging him to keep going deeper, and finally finding the spot that makes you cry out with pleasure. He lets go of your wrist, letting his forearm support his frame as he continues his brutal pace. Knives wants you to keep crying out his name, how delicious it sounds coming from your sweet lips. Removing his forehead against yours, he moves to kiss your neck. You can feel his lips hungrily seeking the sensitive skin and nipping along the junction. A guttural groan bursts from within him as your cunt squeezes around him once more, making his eyes roll back and slowly feel his impeding orgasm approaching.

Knives movements are becoming sporadic, the heat and pleasure coming in waves and soon he won’t be able to keep it in. He wants you to join him, have the both of you give in to your orgasms, and feel the euphoric sensation together.

The hand on your hip moves to sprawl on your pelvis, his calloused thumb grazing the edge of your engorged clit. “I-I want you to come on my cock,…” he grunts against your neck as the pad of his thumb applies gentle pressure on your sensitive nub. “Feel you squeeze my cock with that sweet pussy of yours.”

You don’t register your head nodding or the fact your back arches when he finally rubs pleasurable circles around your clit. The feeling of being full on his cock and the stimulation on your sensitive clit is slowly building up that heat within you. Knives pauses for a second, the feeling he was about to spill in you when you clenched so tightly around him. Hearing your groan in frustration, he moves his head up and captures your lips with his before resuming his thrusts and the desire for you’re impeding orgasm.

“Kn-Knives…. I-I’m about–” you jolt, feeling him pump even faster into your wet pussy.

“That’s it… I want you to come on my cock.” he says against your lips. Soon after he finally gets his reward. Tears spill from the corner of your eyes as you finally reach your peak, desperately crying his name as you come around his cock. Knives continued to edge you on, drawing out your orgasm as much as possible before he finally spilled inside you with a deep groan.

He continues to pump in and out of you, feeling your cunt pulsate and twitch beautifully around him. Desperate moans and cries leave your lips as you slowly start to feel the overstimulating sensation from his cock and fingers, nearly falling on deaf ears when he gets caught up from the excitement of feeling you clench tightly around his shaft. “S-So good,” he grunts with one final thrust, his own cock feeling too sensitive to continue.

As you both try to recover from your pleasurable high, Knives lets go of your aching clit and prompts himself up, on both his forearms to look down at you. You’re eyes closed, the few strands of hair sticking to your damp forehead, and the soft sounds coming from your precious lips. “Perfect…” he whispers, kissing your face tenderly. A smile forms on your lips and you open your eyes to look at him. “And you as well,” you respond back, reaching for his chin and making him face you to kiss his lips properly.

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pieroulette · 1 year

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ONE KISS IS ALL IT TAKES

summary: to escape from the miserable and never ending time loop, you are willing to do anything even if it means you would kiss the priest instead of your future husband.

genre: time-loop, modern au, mafia,

pairing: jungwon x fem! reader

warning: cursing, murder and murder attempts, death, poisoning,

word count: 7.3k

a/n: 'kissing the priest' prompt was inspired by a one-chapter manhwa called 'the obsessive second male lead had gone wild'. found it through yt reels 😂 and too bad it's just 1 chapter , haven't read it though so I just thought to make a story inspired by the prompt and add the rest of my own imagination :3

Your eyes fluttered open at the sun peeking through the windows of your room, the refreshing breeze passing through the soft materials of the curtain. Stretching your body, you felt the comforting feeling and so you laid your feet on the carpeted floor, and you looked up to see the maids coming through the open door. Some of them had plenty of white towels on their left arm, some were holding a black box on the palms of their hands and some had the lacy white gown — the one you had chosen for today, for your wedding day.

Upon seeing the material, your lips pulled up in the brightest smile and you couldn’t suppress it as you approached it, tracing your fingers on the gown.

Your chest rose and fell as you glanced outside the window in which plenty of people in maid attires, butlers, chefs, guards, waiters and waitresses — all of them doing their respective tasks. Soon the invited guests would come along with their little childrens, supportive friends, uncles and aunties, friends and relatives who would give their blessing.

"You look so breathtakingly beautiful, Miss (Name)." the young maid's eyes sparkled in amazement as she finished the last touch of your wedding dress, letting it fall to the floor in a graceful way. You nodded with an appreciative smile, spinning around to check on yourself.

Tap, tap, tap. The door swings open revealing the butler with the lazy but firm look on his face, "It's time."

You, a 20 year old young lady whose mother had abandoned you since her childhood, with only your father to look after you despite his alcoholic tendencies sometimes, he still tried his best to be a good father. At school, the petty kids often bully you for being motherless too, a dramatic pity story you can say that. But heck are you gonna let that define you? So you did all you could to climb up to the top with all you had and gain whatever you could to survive in this cruel world, a lady who had just embarked on her journey to start on her career, with the sole purpose to become an independent woman, swaying your pointy gorgeous heels to stray fuckboys away and indulge in your self-made millionaire ass because you wanted it and because you deserve it.

Which makes you wonder what you are doing here? What are you doing on this fat pretty wedding dress on the decorated flowery aisle?

Well, the same old cliche story; you met him, your lover in an unusual way, got stuck in a place together for almost an eternity, and the old sayings allegedly confirming ‘it only take 7 seconds to fall in love’ which actually only applies to your future husband because sweetie that's definitely not you, falling in love recklessly are bound to land you on a steepy slimy pretty cliff if you don't watch your steps. And so you landed a strong punch to his face when he tried to kiss you because who does he think he is? A hot male lead in a rom-com office drama? Oh please.

Well, maybe he does but in a different genre because he belongs in a mafia family which you found out an eternity later after a thousand dates and a thousand punches, and the rest was history — your life seems to be stuck with guns and knives from then on instead of hot independence but well money and exquisite heels still exists either way right?

And of course a hot young man, your one and only future husband, Park Sunghoon. The firstborn of the Park family, one of the wealthiest families in Seoul. However, as wealthy as they are, unlike any other family, they prefer to stay behind the shadows and let people take the spotlight but that was what makes them extremely mysterious and alluring.

But their son was far too different, at least in the way he carries himself around others.

It's far too obvious in how he looks and behaves so there won't be a problem to guess it because he gave it away too much, Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon, the firstborn of the Park Family. He never fails to mention that around people and especially, especially around you. A narcissist as you called him which he doesn’t mind, that goddamn hottie who exudes too much charms and confidence, because he believes that he's far too good for this world. Annoying but hot, and yet you still fell in love with him.

So, it's obvious by now that this wedding was not simple, nor anything you would call ‘normal’ since your future husband is none other than a mafia’s son. The people attending this seemingly simple wedding with grand decorations, are actually mafias and their minions in disguise, well at least some of them.

It no longer matters to you though that he belongs to a dangerous background, he was the only one that ever mattered for you from now on. His family was weirdly delighted over their son picking you, you actually thought you’d have to go through 14 chapters of your story to ever marry him but you were more grateful than ever that it didn’t have to go that far.

What a hassle, let's get over to the story already, folks. Flashbacks done!

You walked down the aisle ready to meet your future husband who was now waiting for you with a big wide smile adorning his face, ah there he was, handsome as ever — and then at the guests at your either side watching you as if you were the most beautiful woman in the entire world. The soft violin music echoing through the air, the pretty decorations surrounding you, the delicious smell of the cuisine waiting to be eaten after the wedding and the sweet fragrance lingering along with it.

It was the greatest feeling, only if it was actually your first time.

Yeah, you heard that right. This wasn't the first time you got married, in fact, it's the 56th time you walked down the aisle and went through the process over and over again. The happiness adorning on your face had fell into an uninterested look as you continued your way down the aisle, since it's nothing new — you could actually compare it to watching a TV show on repeat and the only difference was you're being forced on this fucking time-loop.

And you might wonder, how did this even happen in the first place? Well folks, it might be surprising so keep your lips shut right so a bee won't randomly fly into your pretty mouth.

10 years from now, you will face your death in a way you won't ever rest in peace. Why? Because you'll die at the hands of your beloved husband, Park Sunghoon. Yes you hear that right, your sweet loving husband who set up you to death in the cruellest way possible just so you would be really dead.

How sweet, right?

10 years into your marriage, your beloved husband was no longer the same. His loving touches, sweet words, honey-like smiles, gifts that he often bought for you no matter how simple or cheap it was because for the both of you, it doesn’t matter as long as love was wrapped inside it. He no longer does any of those anymore. At first, on the very first day he seemed distant, you thought he was only tired due to his ‘work’ but how wrong you were when that day wasn’t the last day he would treat you like that.

Somewhere on a typical rainy day in late February, you found him cheating behind your back, yes a shitty man indeed, even the dead would be ashamed to acknowledge him.

Where did it go wrong? You never knew. Did your story actually turn into a pathetic wife waiting to be mercilessly cast away from her husband as soon as his young mistress in her thick makeup and in her loud devilish heels appeared with a grand entrance?

It’s only 10 years, you couldn’t have looked that old for him to fall out of love from you that quick? Tch, even if you look old then it shouldn’t have mattered that much if he really did love you. Fuck. What a joke. Men are all the same, aren’t they?

So your beloved husband had murdered you through all those timelines in the cruelest way possible, all sorts of stuff he could ever think and some of them sometimes includes his shameless mistress. The pain was real, you felt it. When the first time everything resets back to the wedding day, it was only wise that you tried to cancel the wedding but to your dismay, you were forced to walk down the aisle in which you couldn't do anything but let things unfold once again.

Death, all over again. And along with those countless deaths, love for your beloved husband slowly dies along with it as well.

You had lost count to be honest, you've grown tired but you had no choice but to keep going on and try to change something so this time-loop could end for once and for all.

With the sound of your heels echoing along with the slow violin music, you observe everyone around you — the same scenery, yet somehow there's always something little different.

The bridesmaid who was checking her gown, the uncle who has took a shot of glass even before the wedding starts and now his face was flushed red, the couple in the farthest corner of the seat who had an obvious love quarrel — refusing to acknowledge each other until the wedding ends, the aunties from your future husband's side who has now favoured you a lot, relatives from your side who was gasping relentlessly over the lavish and grand decorations of the wedding, the adorable pair of children messing around with flower in the baskets despite how their parents tried everything to stop them and all you can say but don't have the time to, all of them were always there except that for every timeline — they were doing a complete different thing.

You could memorise it all, but it's all useless if none of what you did to escape the time-loop even works. You tried everything from sleeping late so you couldn't attend the wedding, from hitting the maids' head so they couldn't help you with your dress, to actually locking Sunghoon inside the basement — but all of it was deemed useless, since no matter what you do, you always find yourself walking down the aisle with the stupid bouquet in your hands and with everything as normal like you didn't do anything at all, it was as if you were teleported there no matter what you do.

And yet, 'giving up' is nowhere to be seen in your big fat ass dictionary.

Freeze, dance, waltz, screams, cheers, clink clanks, stinky mouth and the annoying violin music that you heard for the nth time — clenching the bouquet in your fists and with a big inhale, you halted your steps, everyone was confused as to why but before they can ask you anything.

You screamed like a maniac.

Everyone stood up on their feet, some with hands on their mouth, some hid behind their partners, some tried to approach you asking what's wrong and yet you thrashed around ruining the bouquet and throwing it on the ground as the flowery petals flew around in multiple directions.

If anything can be used to describe you right now, it would be a certified maniac psychopath future wife.

“H-honey? (Name)!? What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Sunghoon’s face contorts into disbelief as he tries to approach you but you shoved him away in the process.

Well you didn't care, extreme situations require extreme measures and your dignity is the very least thing you could think of since well none of these people would even remember what you did.

Screaming at the top of your lungs, hopping on your bare feet with your pretty shiny heels between your fingers, you prayed loudly inside your heart, "Please work! Just please let this work! I don't give a fuck if I got labeled as a psychopath, I would truly turn into a psychopath if I got stuck in this useless time loop again! Please! Please—"

"The groom and the bride may kiss now." Your eyes shoot open, looking down and up only to see your future son-of-a-bitch husband with his stupid smile after he said his stupid vows as he gave a stupid kiss on your hand.

Your eyebrows knitted together with your eyes uninterested as his lips gently crashed against yours, the same cheers from the guests as they threw flowery petals on the both of you.

And this is where the real deal starts.

The moment you and Sunghoon walk down the aisle, like always, it switches to the very part where you were forced to relive all the moments and memories on repeat. The giant-ass clock hanging on the manor shows 4:12pm, the same time where the 10 years of your life will be on repeat once again.

Cold, wet and dirty.

This time, your husband was nowhere to be seen. Most of the time, your death were often inside the manor and so you being here on a dark empty street in the middle of the woods, it's only safe to assume that the son of a bitch threw you off from his car. Great, now you gotta wait for death to consume you and you wonder what is it this time. Looking down, you noticed yourself wearing a dirty rag cloth with ripped holes on it, your hair frizzy and dry but smells rotten and musty, your skin having wound and rashes on it and somehow you felt a wave of weakness wash over your body.

Bitch, did that bastard just abuse you?

You couldn't have anymore thoughts as your body grew weak as time passed, letting itself devoured by the growing weakness, your head laid itself on the cold ground. Your sight blurred and teary as you looked up to the clear grey sky, foggy and cold.

Why the fuck you gotta be killed everytime? It's honestly tiring at this point.

With that, death consumes you.

—

The same maids. Same day. Same people. Fuck everyone.

The wedding day again, when is this going to ever end? Clenching the material of your gown in your fists, you've tried everything to prevent the wedding from ever happening. You've tried every single fucking thing to not marry him and yet it's still the same thing.

Sunghoon must’ve been God’s favourite. Tch.

Why did the deity even give you the chance to restart your life if you're only bound to go through the same outcome over and over again?

You're really tired, so fucking tired.

You walked down the aisle ready to meet that son of a bitch with that same stupid smile, you took a brief glance toward the guests at your sides with with that same look as if you were a damn goddess because yes hell you are. And the soft violin music echoing through the air, you damned wish at the deities that they could at least change that to a different instrument because it's ripping your ear drums off. The pretty decorations surrounding you, the delicious smell of the cuisine waiting to be eaten, which you never got the chance to eat unfortunately and the sweet fragrance making you wanna puke at this point.

Finally, you halted your steps, standing beside the mafia's son. Sigh. You gotta do something, but what? You've tried almost everything you could think of. Your face falls down as you try to think of something. Think, think. Is that all you got? You didn't work your ass off just to be this damn stupid. Think of something, think.

You hissed when the priest starts to talk nonsense about the stuff you heard over a dozen times already, your brain is about to burst at any moment like for Christ's sake.

"Just shut up!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, utterly shocked that you actually voiced it out. Murmurs were heard and you could feel their eyes boring your back, but it's not like you care. They won't even remember anyways.

"Sorry father—" Heh? You tilted your head, are you seeing things?

You blinked twice to get a better view at the priest in front of you, it was weird, something was unusually odd. Something was different from the set of timelines you've been through before.

The priest is different, last time you checked the priest was an old man in his 60s with his head all bald, back slouching and skin saggy, eyes drooping with no life inside it but this one..

This one was younger, his flowy black hair almost covering his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering as he read through the pages and the faint blush on his cheek along with his tongue briefly licking his sweet red lips.

Your breath hitched as you took in the beauty of this young man in front of you. How could such a beautiful young man turn out to be a priest? This must be a joke, well why you're even surprised, life has utterly been treating you like a joke all this time.

So it won't be such a surprise if 'life' decided to switch the priest and throw a random hot man instead.

You were snapped out of your deep thought when your future husband called out for you with concern on his face, like bitch stop with that. You mumbled a sorry to the priest and everything went back to normal again.

Yea, as if. But why did the priest switched into a young man? Don't tell me the old man regressed into his younger version after so many timelines, bish please—

"Sunghoon, do you take (Name) for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Sunghoon's eyes crinkled with smiles, "I do."

You smiled as if you're not going to plunge a knife in my heart, Park Sunghoon-ssi.

The young priest then turns his attention towards you, "(Name), do you take Sunghoon for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?

His adorable and innocent boba eyes as he waited for your response and yet, fuck. Now that you observed him more, he definitely looks hot. Shit, what's wrong with you?! You have to find a way to survive, not simp on a hot young priest!

Sunghoon cleared his throat, eyes lingering with concern and worry as he mouthed 'are you okay' to you, you briefly glanced at the guests over your shoulder and their eyes laid on you confused and impatience from Sunghoon's family, and your dad as well.

"(Name), do you take Sunghoon for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?

"O-oh, I do. I do." you finally answered, stuttering as you cleared your throat. Yeah, I fucking do wanna leave this place as soon as I can.

The ceremonial wedding ring soon took place, with Sunghoon delighted to put the ring on your finger and you did the same, obviously with the disinterested look on your face.

"The groom and the bride may now kiss." The low and soft tone of the priest behind you was enough to take your attention away from the groom. Now that you thought of it, the kiss was the last thing to seal off the wedding and the next was the fast timeskip to 10 years and so, an idea pops in your head. It might sound crazy but you can't bear to live through the same timeline again, you're willing to take any risk if it meant to save your life.

Sunghoon places his hand on your neck and leans closer as he prepares to kiss you ‘again’, yea sike. You harshly shoved his face away with your hand in which his jaw dropped and eyes wide in response. “(Name)!?’

Pushing away the arms of your husband, you turned around to the direction of the young priest. You observed as his adorable boba eyes widened as you approached him with your hands lifting your gown so you could walk at ease.

One step, two steps.

You halted your steps in front of him, and you gasped as you took in his tall figure and his dark-colored eyes set on you. It might kill you, things might go wrong but you had no choice.

Confused, he asked, “M-miss?”

Without further hesitation, you wrapped your hands on his neck in which he was taken aback, mouthing a simple sentence you doubt he could even hear, I'm sorry father. Pulling him closer to you as you shut your eyes tight, crashing your lips into his.

Gasps and murmurs emit in the air as they watch the scene unfolding in front of them.

You didn't move your lips against his. Heck, it would be awkward. But you tasted how his lips felt so plump and soft against yours, it tasted sweet. You swore your heart is about to burst, and your cheeks burning from the embarrassment of kissing a stranger and even more so, a priest. But you really had no choice but to try another way to escape from this miserable timeline.

"(Name), what the hell do you think you're doing!?" pushing yourself away from the priest whose face was blushing profusely, his boba eyes about to pop out anytime due to the kiss.

Forgive me, lord for kissing him.

"The fuck? What kind of woman are you bringing in to our family, Sunghoon?!"

Sunghoon ruffled through his hair in disappointment as he struggled to accept what he had just seen, but it didn't take long before reality dawned on him.

"(Name)? Just w-what kind of prank is this, honey?"

His pained expression might've done wonders to your heart if you were still in love with him but you were actually way more worried for the young priest now– wait?

This is odd. You thought as you observed everything before you, and then at the giant ass clock hanging on the manor. 4:13pm.

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening in fractions as you can't believe it, it can't be?!

You are free?! You turn to the young priest with your eyes blinking back your tears as you covered your mouth with your hand to suppress your scream of joy, you are really free! The priest, he's your saviour!

The priest’s eyebrows knitted together in immense confusion as to why you were so happy.

You rushed in to the priest's arms, surprising him for the nth time as, engulfing him with your big wide hug as you mumbled a thousand thank yous to him and the entire crowd especially your future husband watching the entire scene unfolding in front of their eyes, with their eyes about to pop and questions running through their mind as to why and what the actual fuck is going on with the bride's head?

"(Name)!" Your future mother-in-law yelled at the top of her lungs, making you flinch in surprise.

Well now that you thought of it, there's no more time-loop which means everyone here is bound to remember that you kissed the priest for your entire life, which you couldn't care any less but, how are you going to actually escape now?

—

The wedding ceremony was cancelled and the guests were sent back to their respective homes through chauffeur since well, this is a wealthy-ass mafia family we got here, folks.

And here you are standing in the center of the huge living room, still in your wedding dress and the young priest miserably forced on his knees by the guards standing on both his sides. The entire family, Sunghoon and even your dad, was also present as they all sat on the couch. It feels like you're in a serious high court right now, and you committed a treason.

You were forced to listen as Sunghoon's parents talked with your dad, disappointment and rage evident on their face as they tried to understand how and why you would do such a shameful deed on your wedding day. There, Sunghoon stood beside the couch where his parents sat, his head hanging low and his bangs covering his eyes.

Shit. Why are you feeling guilty at the man who's bound to betray you and murder you in the future? This is bullshit.

After much discussion, they decided to put the blame on the young priest instead, in which you protested, saying it was your fault but Sunghoon was adamant to save you and told you to stay quiet. “Just please shut it, (Name)!” he whisper-yelled, leaning closer to you, “Do you even know this bastard?”

You shook your head, “No, of course not!”

“The why did you fucking kiss him, like what’s going on with your damn head.” Sunghoon clenched his fist and sways it in annoyance.

Like freak, I kiss him because I don't want to get married at you.

“It was my f-fault! I must’ve have eaten something stupid that’s why I wasn’t aware-” you exclaimed, begging Sunghoon’s parents, “So please, please..”

You turned to look at the young priest whose head was hanging low and then back at Sunghoon’s parents, “Please don’t blame him for it!”

—

Darkness engulfed the entire sky, birds replaced with the cicada's cries, and the busy life of the street had just begun with the crowd going all over with their lives. While yours had finally started after getting rid of the time-loop, the young priest’s life was fated to end today as Sunghoon’s parents had ignored your pleas. Gritting your teeth as you sat in the guest's bedroom, you couldn’t possibly let this happen to him.

"Hey you, the master has ordered us to get rid of the priest." One of the guards standing in front of the cell nodded, opening the lock with the keys in his hand but in his peripheral view, he noticed something odd and so he looked up.

Blood splattered across the cell before he could see who did it, slowly falling onto his knees and the life from his eyes being sucked out. A loud thud. This alerts the rest of the guards and they immediately pulled out their gun.

And there a young man in a white suit, which is none other than the priest, slowly turns around to face the guards with fresh blood leaking down on his disinterested face. Wiping off the blood from his cheek with his sleeve, the dagger in his hand glints with the moonlight. He lazily gazed at the guards and then at the corpse beside him, his chest rose and fell in a breath of sigh — it was as if this was nothing new to him.

Clicking his tongue inside his cheek, he turned his attention back to the alerted guards in their defense form, "Let's just get over it as fast as we can, shall we?"

—

Heels echoing through the dark hallway, the young man walks as if he had no problem in the world, twirling the blood-stained dagger in his fingers. The moonlight from outside the window shines through the edges of his face stained with dry blood, his beautiful dark-colored eyes holding no soul and down to his exquisite white suit that was now painted red.

He halted his step to glance outside the window, the night was still young and it's only safe to assume that people are still awake. But it's no problem for him since he's going to send them to their sweet dreamland either way.

You shuffle around the hall outside your room, biting your nails and clicking your heels on repeat, you are in a serious dilemma as to how can you save the priest for the mistake you did? It's not even close to a mistake, because to save yourself, the price was his death — he's gonna die because of you.

"This won't do." You shook your head, lifting your gown so you can walk faster through the basement, "I have to save him."

A melodic whistle.

You halted your steps when you heard it, looking at the distance to see who it was but the dark hallway with only the lamps glowing on the carpeted floor was all you can see. Even the bright moonlight wasn't helping either, and yet the whistles were only getting closer and closer which made you step backwards in fear.

Is there even a ghost here?!

A silhouette appeared, unravelling a white piece of clothing and as you narrowed your eyes to gain a clearer view on the stranger, your breath hitched when you saw it; the white piece of clothing was none other than a white suit, a priest's attire, to be exact. And the attire was not as dazzling and pure as it used to look before for it has been tainted with red. It can't be?

The moonlight shone over the stranger's face and there you saw him, the young priest. Breath of relief washed over your entire being as you tried to approach him, "Hey– oh my god, are you okay?!"

But something weird, — the sinister aura that emits from the once-innocent looking priest and your blaring instincts stopped you as you halted your steps.

You froze.

Your suspicions were only confirmed when you saw the blood-stained dagger in the confines of his fingers, playfully twirling it as if it was a child's toy and his boba eyes that once caught your heart for a moment, had turned into a lifeless soul. Covering your mouth with your hand as your body shakes in fear, you stuttered, "W-who are you-"

"I'm very pleased to meet you once again, Miss (Name)." He gave you a warm smile which was a complete contrast to the blood leaking down on his cheek, "My name is Jungwon, and I was sent to assassinate you all at once."

The priest. That innocent and adorable young priest that blushes profusely when you kiss him, turned out to be a cold-blooded assassin?.. What the actual fuck is this.

Speechless, you struggled to make out words to say, "W-what?! What did I do?!"

"Nothing in particular, just a mistake you made which I understand wasn't your fault."

"No. No. No.” You raised your hands as if to stop him, “You must be getting your address wrong since I don’t remember where I made a mistake nor a crime! Bitch, I didn’t even kill a fly my entire life!”

"The entire Park family, including yours, must be eliminated before the sun rises. It's part of the contract and therefore I asked for you to comply, I'll make it painless and quick–"

"Oh shut up!" You screamed. This can't be true, you finally escaped from that all that time-loop, finally away from the claws of your murderous husband — all of that just to get murdered by an assassin in the end? "No but why me? Why my family? Kill him instead! We haven't even gotten married yet!"

"You're his wife and therefore you're-"

"I fucking kissed you not him! The wedding was never official!"

"Connection." Jungwon pauses as he cleans the blood from his dagger with the white towel laying on the furniture, "By the looks of it, you seem smart, you should've been well-informed that your life is no longer yours the moment you formed a connection with someone from a dangerous background."

Does he think you’re dumb? Of course you knew. But could they have at least the decency to not kill you on your wedding, especially on the day you finally escaped from the time loop?!

Shit. Shit. You gotta do something. Your eyes darting over to his back and in an instant, you raised your finger pointing behind his back.

"Look! There's a guard!" A pathetic attempt to turn his attention away from you but he didn't budge, only raising his eyebrow in confusion but were quickly replaced with amusement.

"Did you really assume I was that dumb? Are you really that dense?" Jungwon chuckles, shaking his head. "Well I guess it's safe to think so when a while back ago, you chose to kiss not your husband, but a priest."

Silence. Your face flushed red from the embarrassment, you knew it was embarrassing but the fact that he mentions makes it more embarrassing than it should.

Jungwon brushes his finger against his faint red lips, "That's a nice kiss, I have to admit." his words turned to whisper at the end, you frowned but didn't bother to ask. “Too bad, I’ll have to eliminate a pretty lady like you.”

“I don’t know if I can take that as a compliment?!” you panic, feet slowly stepping backwards as he start to close the distance between you. Your survival is your priority at this point.

“Like I said, it was your fault. You are the one who put yourself into the target list.” Jungwon sighed, twirling the dagger between his fingers, then a smile — a genuine one, adorned his face. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

He sensed your hesitance, you were frozen with too much fear washing over your entire being. He knew that feeling very well, “I’ll give you a chance to run, my lady.”

Eh? Your eyes widened when those words left his mouth.

“In a count of 10 seconds,” He leans against the wall, stroking the dagger on his cheek as he slowly brings himself to look at you, eyes holding something genuine in it that you couldn’t comprehend what it is, “Run, my lady. And I will chase you after that.”

And that’s what you did, you ran for your life. Panting, chasing for breath as you turned to the left side of the hall, trying to search for someone or any of the guards. You could still heard him counting far from another hall, his voice echoing through the darkness — almost giving you chills.

Running for your life on your fat wedding dress, on your heels and through the dark hallways — a lame pathetic, indeed. But it’s not like you could change into another dress right now. You took a brief glance over your shoulder to see if he was there, and there he was chasing after you, you swore your face ran cold and pale, gasping for air as you shook your head in desperation. You can't die here!

A hand tugged your arms forcefully behind, pulling you to his chest but you screamed for your life, “No! No! Bitch, this is not fair, you should have given me 1 minute instead of 10 seconds!!”

You fell on your back after a dramatic attempt to kick his hands away that was tugging on your arms, he then hovered on you, pinning both your wrists on the ground. You observe as his bangs covering his dark iris that was once the adorable boba eyes, sweat leaking down his blood-stained cheek, and then his red sweet lips that you once tasted before-

Shit. Are you seriously simping to how hot this priest-turned-into-an-assassin is when you're at the brink of your death? Get hold on yourself, (Name)!

You tried to thrash around but to no avail, he was stronger and faster, ultimately succeeding in pinning you down with just one hand, leaving you to observe as he pulled his dagger and pointed it to your face. Shaking your head in desperation, tears streaming down your cheeks, you cried out begging him to let you go.

You notice the glint of hesitation in his dark colored eyes, a sense of hope forming in your heart upon seeing it, only for it to be broken with one sentence leaving his mouth, "Forgive me, my lady. It's my job and I have to complete the task given to me."

If only, if only, the time-loop still exists then you would've still survive. It's really pathetic that you faced death either way but you still wanna live, you still want to live. Think! is there a way for the time-loop restart again?

You gasped as he raised his dagger in the air, preparing to plunge it to your heart. At that point, everything moves into a slow motion as your rapid heartbeat echoes through your ear, your chest tight, fists clenching and your wrists aching with his tight grip around it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.” Jungwon whispered as he prepared to plunge the dagger to the direction of your heart in full-force.

Heavy and rush footsteps approaching from the distance, "Hurry! The assassin is around here!"

Jungwon snapped his head to the direction where the voice came from, eyes widening in fractions as he's supposed to finish his mission in a silent and quick method, not invite the entire manor to watch like a damn spectator.

This is it. You took advantage of the situation by grabbing the dagger but to your surprise his firm was stronger as he turned his attention back at you, a smirk adorning his lips, "Not so fast, my lady." And with that, he successfully pulled the dagger away from your grip but you immediately took action by pulling your left knee, raising it up and using your entire energy to kick his chest with your heels which resulted in him falling harshly on his bottom and his head hitting the carpeted floor.

You stood up on your feet, panting as you gripped your gown up to give an easy way for your heels, and then you kicked the dagger away from his hand with your heels.

Groaning in pain, Jungwon hissed and spit the blood out. Eyes narrowing in annoyance as it shouldn't have been taking this way too long to kill a random weak girl.

He spitted the blood out, you froze as it caught your attention. Something was off. His blood-stained lips, wait. Wait. Hold on. This guy. His goddamn pretty face and his.. red lips, the same sweet taste. The wedding. Why did the time-loop disappear in the first place? It's because of the kiss! Yes, it was! But was it because of him? You had no idea. But if you do it again, would everything return back to the wedding ceremony?

But that would mean, that I'll have to kiss him again?!

"There he is!" The guard alerted the rest of his team, and one of them came Sunghoon whose face ran cold and dry as he saw the entire scene unfolding in front of him.

"(Name)!"

Shit. What's he doing here? But who fucking cares.

You immediately pulled Jungwon who was trying to grab the dagger again, to your chest and to his surprise, your face was inches away from him. Rapid heartbeat echoed through your ear as you inspected his dark-colored eyes, those freaking boba eyes and that eyelashes fluttering as he blinked in confusion. Both of you gulped at the intimate proximity, but you ignored it as you clenched his collar in your fists, he tilted his head, “Are you planning to kiss me again in front of your husband?”

Silence ensues between you both as chaos was approaching fast.

“No, I already told you, he’s not my husband.” You spat out, “And yes, mind me stealing one more kiss?”

Before Jungwon could react, you pulled him closer and crashed your lips into his. His eyes widening for the nth time while yours were shut tight, the same sweet taste from his lips mixing with yours once again. Breathing heavily as your lips were pressed together, and at that point you could feel the thud of his heartbeat.

—

Your eyes fluttered open at the sun peeking through the windows of your room, the refreshing breeze passing through the soft materials of the curtain. Wait?!

You immediately sat up, inspecting yourself if you had any injuries and to your relief, there was none. Did it actually work? You hurried to the window and looked around and saw that everything was repeating again just like a time-loop. So the kiss did work. Just who the hell is that guy? An assassin yes, but why the fuck a kiss can return the time-loop?! It might’ve just been luck. A luck that occurs twice.

Now there’s no way he would exist in this timeline for there must be something different, which means the priest has probably turned into an old man like it did before. But what’s that lingering disappointment in you? You should be happy, that freaking killer doesn’t exist now, he’s so much more dangerous than the time-loop itself.

Ruffling your hand through your hair, you sat back on the bed. A surge of happiness washed over you but a part of it was disappointment because that would mean you would have to repeat everything all over again.

Tap, tap, tap.

You don't even need to acknowledge the maids or the butler anymore, it was a routine at this point. But you can't give up, you've survive all those death up to this point so you can never give up. If you actually had the chance to overthrow the time loop before then you can do it again. Don't give up.

The entire scene on repeat for the 58th time as you walked down the aisle with your head hanging low, observing the bouquet with violet flowers in your hand and for once through all that timelines, you trace you finger over it and find it gorgeous. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion as the bouquet consists of white flowers before but you quickly ignored it as it's just a damn flowers, not that it matters anyway.

Finally halting your steps in front of your stupid future husband once again, you couldn't be bothered to look at his stupid smile because you fear you're going to punch this bouquet at his face. You didn't fail to notice his suit has changed into a white one, narrowing your eyes at the fact that the time-loop shitty thing manage to change everything but not your death.

Why did they even switch the priest to a younger one in the first place? Speaking of the devil, that goddamn pretty face.

That cat boy. You remembered him, those adorable boba eyes that turned into a sinister look when he revealed his true self, his lush black hair covering almost his eyes and especially, his sweet red lips. You wonder where is he now– you must be a certified psychopath already since you are looking for an assassin who tried to murder you in the previous timeline. What a joke.

The priest went all over the wedding stuff again, and you frown as to why the voice sounds familiar and yet you ignore it, not really bothering at this point. Sigh.

"Jungwon, do you take (Name) for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Wait. What? You whipped your head at the priest and your jaw dropped with your eyes about to popped out, what the actual fuck is Sunghoon doing over there as a priest?! If he is there, then? Then?!

Turning your eyes to the groom, your future husband; those same hair, eyes, nose and lips. Innocence adorning his face with his eyes brimming with fondness as he looks at you, the same sweet red lips tugging up in a pretty smile.

What in the fucking time-loop is this?!

Wait. Does he remember? If Jungwon is the groom then he.. then he's the mafia's son now? Are you kidding me? The assassin sent to assassinate the entire Park family and especially you has now become their son?!

You're marrying the person who tried to assassinate you. Fuck-

Then as if something pulls him back into reality, his eyes brimming with fondness were replaced with confusion, “W-what?” Jungwon’s eyebrows were knitted in immense confusion as he looked at himself, raising his hands, turning it back and forth. And then back at you, who has the exact expression as him.

Silence.

“Why the fuck am I marrying you!?”

-> secondary blog: @llyzblog

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Can't take it back

Pairing: Loki x fem!you

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff. A little bit of angst.

I inspired myself a little with "A Thousand Years", so if you want, here's a link for you to listen to it while reading.

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Loki couldn’t take it anymore. He has waited for you for what seemed an eternity, only to find you already taken. By a mortal. A useless mortal that wouldn’t give you half of what he could. And now he was comforting you, hugging you in his arms as you cried your heart over a stupid human who didn’t see you as you should be seen. He couldn’t take it. He wanted to do it for you, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t see you like this. Thus, he stood up, making sure you wouldn’t fall from the sofa, and started to walk towards the door of your apartment.

“Loki? Where are you going?” You asked him with a broken voice. Loki took a deep breath before turning around to face you again. Your beautiful face covered in tears tore him apart.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t see you cry for a mortal that doesn’t deserve you,” Loki explained with the calmest voice he could manage.

“Please, don’t leave me now…” the way you pleaded him was like a million knives to his heart. “I need you.”

“No, you don’t!” Loki shouted and immediately regretted it, but he couldn’t take it back. “You need a friend.”

“You are my friend…” You said confused as you stood up and walked over to him. Loki’s throat felt dry.

“I’m not.”

Before he could think his actions through, Loki closed the distance between you two with just one large step. He cupped both your cheeks with his large hands and kissed your lips with passion. He enjoyed the sensation of your lips against his, taking great pleasure in the way your bodies seemed to respond in synchronisation. He enjoyed a good few minutes before he realised what he was doing. Loki pulled back immediately, sheer horror at what he did covered his whole face. He seemed even paler than he usually is. Without even saying goodbye, he left you alone in your apartment.

-0-

Loki had avoided you for the past weeks. He wasn’t sure if you wanted to see him, or if you just wanted to yell at him for what he had done. You have sent him some messages, asking him to go and see you, but Loki hasn’t dared to reply. You weren’t specific in your messages so he didn’t want to make any assumptions as regards your intentions.

Two weeks after that night, however, Loki received a text from one of your co-workers. You had told him before that he was your emergency contact at work. Your co-worker just told him you hadn’t gone to work earlier today and wondered if everything was okay. Immediately, Loki shifted into an eagle and flew over to your apartment. He didn’t bother knocking as he was too worried to care about formalities. Loki used his magic and opened your door without making a noise. When he was inside, he could see you laying on the sofa. He walked over to you and bent next to your face. Loki sighed, relieved, when he noticed you were only asleep. Nevertheless, he could notice your eyes swollen as they usually were when you had cried a lot. He couldn’t leave you just there when he knew you’d been crying. You didn’t give him much choice either, because you opened your eyes at that exact instant and looked at him.

“Loki…?” You asked, your beautiful voice hoarse. You looked at him confused and Loki’s heart started to beat wildly against his chest just to see your beautiful eyes looking back at him.

“Hello, darling,” Loki answered with a sense of awkwardness that he tried to hide with a charming smile of his. You reached your hand to his face, touching him slightly as if you were afraid he would disappear at your touch. “I am sorry I have irrupted into your flat like this. One of your co-workers sent me a message that you didn’t go to work today and I was worried about you.” You sat up straight on the sofa, stretching a little, before you looked at him again. Loki’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the sadness in your eyes.

“Well, you can see I’m still alive. You can go on ignoring me now.”

“Darling, I am sorry-”

“No. Don’t call me that. Your absence made it perfectly clear that I mean nothing to you,” You interrupted him and it was Loki’s time to look at you confused.

“What? No. You mean more to me than anything else,” You scoffed, standing up. Loki stood up as well, still looking at you confused.

“Why did you leave me, then?” You asked him, not turning around to face him. However, Loki could hear in your voice that you were starting to cry again. He immediately took a step further and put his arms around you, hugging you tight against him. He kissed your hair as you trembled in his arms, still not facing him.

“I was afraid. I thought you hated me because…of what I did…” Loki replied in a whisper. He couldn’t even say the word ‘kiss’ out loud. It was too embarrassing for him. How could he, a god, give in to his impulses like that? He was still blaming himself for his weakness. You turned around in his arms, looking at him with determination. You tiptoed and kissed his lips softly.

“Hating you because of that? You’re much more important to me than a simple kiss…” Loki gulped his saliva, feeling his pale cheeks going a little pink.

“You don’t understand, darling. It wasn’t just a kiss…I…” Loki sighed, trying to gather the courage to mutter the words. “I am in love with you,” He finally muttered, forcing himself to look into your eyes.

“You…are?” you asked him, surprised. “Why didn’t you say anything before?” Loki sighed again.

“You have that relationship and I didn’t want to force my feelings into you when your heart is elsewhere…”

“My heart was always with you, Loki. I’ve never thought about the possibility of a handsome god like you falling for a human like me, so I didn’t even thought about it. But that man means nothing to me. You do.”

Before he could even react, you joined your lips with his again, this time not letting go. Loki kissed you back without a second thought, closing his eyes, hugging you tighter against him and moving his lips lovingly against yours. You both kissed for a long time, forgetting everything around you and just enjoying the pleasure of your lips together. The feeling of having you in his arms, safe and sound while he kissed you to his heart’s content, had Loki beaming.

“I am…what you want?” Loki asked in a whisper, nuzzling your nose with his, still not opening his eyes for fear that he was dreaming and this was all an illusion. The irony wasn’t lost on him, to be honest.

“Look at me, Loki,” you asked him in a whisper and he immediately opened his eyes. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. You smiled sweetly at him as you caressed his now pink cheek. “You are more than everything that I want, that I could have even imagined. Loki, you are a dream come true.”

Loki beamed again and kissed you again. From that moment on, he wouldn’t let go of you. Ever again.

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Blade Of Miquella Chapter 7: Waiting for Woe To Wake Up.

Summary: Wednesday waits for you to wake up as she plans to torture you with love. Warnings: EmotionallyAfraidWednesday! EmotionallyConfusedWednesday! ANGST! Previous Chapter 👉 HERE Blade Of Miquella Chapter List 👉Here Wednesday Addams loved solving mysteries, That's what kept her from escaping away from Nevermore in the first place, The more unexplainable things are the more they attracted her. Yet, she couldn't help but feel regret for choosing the insignificant mystery of the hyde over an ancient unsolved myth of a goddess of rott. She wished she had devoted more time to you, showering you with the love and attention you deserved. Perhaps, if she had done so, it might have prevented you from teetering on the edge, from becoming entangled with the enigmatic entity known as "Malenia." The haunting thought of nearly losing you haunted her relentlessly.

But fate had a way of delivering unexpected twists, and you defied death itself to return to her. The mere idea of being reunited with you should have filled her heart with unbridled joy. Yet, as she sat vigilantly beside you in the hospital, waiting for you to awaken from your two-day slumber, her heart was fraught with trepidation. She was uncertain of what lay ahead once you opened your eyes, unsure of how you would receive her, and what your feelings for her might be.

In that moment of uncertainty, she allowed herself to indulge in a moment of vulnerability. She admitted to herself that she deeply desired your acceptance, your understanding. She was ready to bear her soul to you, to reveal the depths of her feelings. She was ready to feel the torture of love, only if you feel it with her. If you were to embrace her, to return the love she had for you, she knew she would follow you to the ends of the earth, even into the darkest realms of the unknown.

Her dark eyes gazed at your still form, her fingers gently entwined with yours, hoping for any sign that you were about to awaken. She could feel the tumultuous emotions swirling within her, an entanglement of hope and fear, longing and uncertainty. The journey of love was never without its trials, but for Wednesday, the risk was worth it.

"Wednesday." She heard Enid's voice, she quickly removed her hand away from you.

"Enid," Wednesday replied, her voice an icy facade, attempting to conceal the tempest of emotions raging within her.

Enid let out a weary sigh, the concern evident in her eyes. She knew Wednesday better than anyone, the depths of her heart and the fortress of her emotions. They were best friends, after all.

"I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to bear this burden alone." Enid said gently, her voice laced with compassion.

Wednesday remained resolute, her walls fortified, unwilling to reveal her vulnerability to anyone else. The only person who had the privilege of witnessing her innermost emotions lay unconscious before her.

Enid reached out and touched Wednesday's shoulder gently, offering comfort and solace. But Wednesday couldn't find the words to express the pain and turmoil in her heart. She simply shook her head, unable to share the depth of her emotions, even with her closest confidante. In that moment, Wednesday's gaze never left you. She longed for the day you would wake up, to see those mesmerizing eyes once again, to feel the warmth of your touch, and to know that you were truly there with her. Until then, she would bear the weight of her emotions in silence, for you were the one who held the key to her heart.

"Wednesday, Principle Weems is waiting..." Enid informed her.

Right, she needed to talk to Weems, without killing her.

The way Wednesday clutched her hands hearing Weems's name scared Enid. She knew Wednesday carried multiple knives with her, it's on Weems how many she can dodge.

As they walk through the hall Enid had to at least try,

"Look, I know you are probably thinking about a million ways to murder Principle Weems right now. But look at it from her point of view, if she hadn't done it, the whole humanity would've been wiped out of existence. We all would've been dead."

Wednesday didn't reply. But she knew, it would've been worth it, your life was worth more to her than the whole world's.

"I will just talk to her." I will just kill her.

"Just don't do anything to make it any worse Wednesday." Enid sighed as they get in the elevator.

When they reached Weems's car, Weems standing leaning on the car, Wednesday noticed the dark circles under her eyes.

"You look more of a corpse than usual Miss Addams." Weems remarked.

"I could say the same to you." Wednesday retorted.

"I have trouble sleeping, how about you? When was the last time you ate?" Weems asked,

"Small talks aren't a thing for me, let us just get straight to the point. I need you to tell me everything about her.. and HER."

Weems sighed.

"Okay, let's talk somewhere private, I do need a coffee."

Now, Wednesday sat across from Weems, with Enid by her side, at the Weathervane Café. The place was less crowded ever since word got out about one of its workers being a murderous monster. Tyler's position was taken by another girl now who took their orders.

"Y/n is an amazing girl. Maybe the most amazing person I've known in my life, Her life wasn't easy on her, ripped from her childhood, from her family, Her scarlet rott is an ancient curse, an ancient being bound inside her, she had nightmares about that being destroying millions of lives, Malenia, eating her away from the inside, yet she didn't give up. Her brother didn't give up"

"Her brother?" Wednesday asked, intrigued to hear you still have someone.

"Yes, John. Her only family. He's a brave and kind man, dedicating his life to finding a cure for his sister. He is... probably dead," Weems sighed, her voice tinged with sorrow. "I couldn't find much about his death, only that he perished while attempting to destroy a thing that could kill the goddess of rott, along with its host... the very thing I used to..."

Weems's voice trailed off as she looked down, burdened by guilt. She recounted being sent an unalloyed gold needle, broken, along with a letter that gave instructions on how to turn it into a bullet.

"The bullet you used to kill her," Wednesday stated coldly.

"I... I am so sorry. I..." Weems apologized, her remorse palpable.

"Save your apology for her, not me," Wednesday interrupted, her gaze unwavering.

"So did it kill her? whoever that destructive being was that you guys saw." Enid asked trying to calm things down.

"I don't think so. It might still be inside her. We won't know until she wakes up," Weems admitted with uncertainty.

Wednesday lowered her gaze, your existence remained a profound mystery, and that only served to heighten her fascination and attraction to you.

Two more agonizing days had passed, and you remained in a slumber, unresponsive to the world around you. Wednesday was so consumed by worry that she would have made the hospital her permanent residence if Principle Weems hadn't pressured her and offered her a ride from school to the hospital every day so she won't miss her classes.

In botany, as the new annoying teacher Miss Selen was introducing herself to the students, she saw your empty seat beside... Xavier... He was finally back. Good maybe... this might be her chance to know more about you.

Xavier was busy making another perfect art of you, protecting the school against Crackstone when Wednesday entered his art shack.

"I hope you didn't bring a squad of cops this time, Wednesday," he teased, turning around to face her.

Wednesday glanced at the half-finished painting, acknowledging Xavier's undeniable talent. "As someone who claims to be her best friend, you didn't seem to visit her to check on her welfare," she remarked, her tone serious.

"I was busy with paperwork to get out of my first 'Jail vacation,' And I was also trying to contact someone," Xavier explained.

"Who?" Wednesday inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Xavier let out a small laugh.

"Look, when I was in the cell... I said a lot of things... I guess I am sorry."

Wednesday nodded, accepting his apology silently.

"Really? No "I am sorry too for framing you Xavier." ?" Xavier smiled. Wednesday truly was one of a kind.

"Anyway, I am planning to visit her today. Since you've made it your routine to be with her every day, would you mind if I join you today? You can have her all to yourself for the rest of the week," Xavier asked.

"I could tolerate you for her sake," Wednesday replied, rolling her eyes.

"Great then, I already talked to Weems. She is waiting for us."

As they walked to Weems's office, Wednesday finally gathered her courage to ask...

"I know that Y/n deserves better.. better than what I can be, But I want to be better than myself for her." Does that even make sense? You are really making Wednesday incoherent. Xavier smiled and Wednesday wished she could wipe that smile off with her medieval knife. But she didn't as she need him for now.

"Okay, then be better for her. If she accepts you, what's the problem?" Xavier offered supportively.

Wednesday looked away from Xavier, the floor was much more interesting.

Wednesday looked away, finding the floor far more interesting at that moment. "I didn't pay much attention to her likes and behavior when we used to spend time together. I don't want to do anything wrong if she accepts me. I don't want to risk it as I already hurt her enough."

"White roses, she loves white roses. Black with two sugars, her favourite coffee. Waffles, she could kill for waffles. She loves chocolates more than a 5-year-old does. She doesn't like any alcohol as she hates losing control of her body YOU KNOW WHY. She hates hot places but still loves the sun. She also loves cleaning her room, I never found a single dust in her room."

Wednesday gave him a strange look, and he quickly clarified, "Before you ask, no, I was only there as a friend to help her decipher that weird book... shit, I shouldn't have mentioned that book."

"Don't worry, I won't go through her things till she wakes up and gives me permission, I will respect her privacy," Wednesday reassured.

"Wait... Wednesday Addams choosing to wait for someone's permission before digging up information? The world really did almost got destroyed by flowers," Xavier joked, but it dawned on him that this time, Wednesday genuinely cared for you.

"Y/n really does have a way to enter one's heart." He smiled.

Indeed, you had a unique ability to illuminate even the darkest corners and bring warmth to the coldest places, particularly in Wednesday's heart.

The journey to the hospital was a quiet one, Wednesday couldn't help but feel this burning feeling in her stomach that Xavier knew more about you than her. She wanted to know everything about you, but she couldn't ask without making herself look like a complete fool in front of Xavier.

As they finally reached the door of your room, when she opened the room Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a man, possibly in his thirties, sitting on the chair beside your bed, holding your hand tenderly. His presence raised questions in her mind.

"Who are you?" Wednesday asked, her voice guarded and cautious.

The man got up from his seat, turning around to face her. When he noticed Xavier standing beside her, he seemed to relax a bit. Wednesday noticed how similar he looked to You.

"Xavier." he greeted.

"John" Xavier greeted back. Part 8 👉 HERE

see (P.s author here If you don't like White Roses, I am sorryyyy for putting it here, and if you hate chocolate, I will find you and I will kill you. Love Celine ♥♥♥)

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this is me trying | g.d. | 2

Ex!Gale Dekarios x fem!Tav

Anger --As the denial begins to fade, individuals may start to feel anger. This anger can be directed towards various targets, such as the person who is gone, others involved in the situation, or even towards oneself.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Anger, cursing, actual rage. This is not a happy ending :(

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“Stupid, overly needy bastard,” she mumbles under her breath for the third or fourth time that morning.

Tav is going through her stock of things from when the mess all started. She is cursed to touch every little thing and with that came sticky fingers and lots of things she didn’t actually need. At this moment, it was the annoyingly familiar purple tunic that she had stolen from Gale within the first month of their relationship.

“You look like an old man,” she had teased, motioning to his at-ease clothing.

Gale had then looked himself over, spinning once for dramatic effect. “I think I look quite comfortable actually. Excuse me for not wearing leather to sleep in.”

“At least wear this instead,” she had insisted, tossing him a more relaxed white shirt. The neck cut down into a V and she was certain if he wore it right, he would look just as handsome, if not more.

“I think you’re simply trying to get me to take my shirt off,” he had countered, a grin gracing his lips.

“Or I just want your shirt to sleep in.”

Gale had blushed at that, clearly thinking about it a second too long, before pulling his purple tunic off and handing it to her. She took it with a little too much enthusiasm.

The stupid shirt is hers, and she has spent the first month after the Netherbrain fight wearing it around her little room at the Elfsong. But now looking at it makes her skin run cold and she chucks it into the fireplace. It takes a moment to catch, but soon the purple fabric is engulfed in flames and charred black.

No more reminders.

Without registering what she is doing, Tav picks through the items that she looted and stole and bought on their journey. Circlets, knives, swords, arrows, potions. She has so much random shit that even taking it to a trader or buyer will take multiple trips. So she starts to organize it instead.

Things She Has Use For.

Things She Has No Use For but Someone Else Will.

Things Gale Gave Her to Burn.

That pile is not the largest pile (unfortunately, that’s the “things she has use for” pile and she’s not sure if it’s because everything is actually useful or simply sentimental). But there are various things in the Things Gale Gave Her to Burn pile that she has no desire to keep with her, no matter how useful they may be. The ring that Tara gave them when they met in Rivington, for example. Gale had slipped it onto her finger with a bright smile and promised her a better one, but with the orb stabilized, she deserved a promise of forever.

Or perhaps one of the many robes that she had pilfered off of bodies that were imbued with magic. Whether for him to wear or use to sate the orb, she has plenty of random pieces of clothing that belonged to him that she just inherited when he fucked off, and she doesn’t want them anymore (though she will be selling the more valuable pieces to Rolan at Sorcerous Sundries; most of them will be burned to get the smell of him out of her godsdamn life).

Anything and everything from his traveling trunk that he just…left will be burned.

Maybe she will use the trunk as the fireplace, stuffed with everything in it..

That will be easier.

She considers, briefly, if she should invite her companions to burn everything with her. Karlach would be thrilled to join, if anything because Tav knows Karlach misses seeing her friends. Astarion is a no-brainer. Wyll and Shadowheart, however, she’s not so sure about.

She decides to invite them and if they think it’s too much, that’s their problem and not hers.

“Tav!”

The lock on her stupid door at the Elfsong is broken, and Wyll bursts into the room with his award winning smile and his stupidly handsome face. And gods, she does not want to see him.

“Did I manifest you showing up?” She asks, though she continues to place items in the piles on her floor. “I was just thinking about inviting you to burn Gale’s shit with me.”

Wyll, to his credit, seems entirely unphased by her desire to commit arson. Though, also to his credit, he never seemed to have cared about it before, either. The soon to be duke sits on the edge of her bed, hands clasped in front of him, and watches as Tav picks through her belongings.

“I’m surprised you haven’t done this sooner,” he comments idly, picking up a dagger with a broken blade. “It’s not spring yet –why the sudden need for spring cleaning?”

“I’m tired of seeing Gale’s shit,” she says easily, though her tone is sharp.

“Fair enough,” Wyll concedes.

There’s a silence between them for a few minutes as Tav throws another shirt of Gale’s into the pile to be burned.

“Is there an actual reason you’re here, Wyll?” She asks finally, feeling unnerved and annoyed by his silent eyes following her movements.

“The citizens are wondering where their great hero is,” he explains, leaning back on the bed with a shrug. “I think that you and I should go pay some visits around the city. Show them you didn’t just…you know, give up on them.”

“I’d rather not,” she insists, but Wyll is already standing and grabbing her by the arms to lift her up. She groans in annoyance and kicks something of Gale’s –a book he had given her –in retaliation. “Let me go.”

“Not going to happen,” Wyll teases as he pulls her towards the door. He snags her boots as he opens it. “Out you go. We can start easy —we’ll go see Rolan and his siblings. You like them.”

Rolan doesn’t particularly like her –she doesn’t particularly like him either for that matter –so she wasn’t sure why Wyll thought otherwise. On top of that, she has not spoken to Cal or Lia since Lorrokoan’s death. The three siblings seem to have been doing just fine in Ramazith’s tower –the few times she’s seen them out and about, they’re dressed in fine new clothes and seem happier than ever.

But she doesn’t know why Wyll thinks she wants to see them.

Though she can’t seemingly argue with the future Duke Ravegard as he pulls her out of the tavern and into the bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate.

*****

She hates it, turns out.

Being a hero, that is.

People are very touchy-feely when it comes to her now, and she hates every minute of it. The thank you’s, the gods bless you’s, the I know you lost a lot but we are so thankful for you’s –she’s standing in a cloud of daggers, slicing and dicing her skin up until she can’t tell if it’s the cuts that hurt or the residual reminders.

Tav hates it all and she wants to go back into her hovel of a room at the Elfsong. She wants to go back to sleep (better yet, she wants to start a fire) but Wyll is dragging her place to place, making her greet people with fake niceties and forced smiles and pretend that she’s happy to have been of service.

Not that she’s not happy to have helped the city. She really, truly is happy she and her companions stopped the Grand Design and prevented everyone from becoming mindflyers. She’s happy that life is starting anew for everyone around her.

She’s not happy with her new life, though.

Asterion's hiding in the shadows and only comes to see her when it’s the middle of the fucking night, and he’s always waking her up to do so. Karlach has been in hiding and Tav knows where but hasn’t been asked to visit so she doesn’t want to intrude. Halsin is busy playing daddy to his orphans, and Lae’Zel has significantly more important things to do (like saving her people and admitting her feelings towards a certain cleric) than come visit. Shadowheart is learning to be who she really is still –Tav can’t ask her to come wallow in her self-pity and anger.

And then there’s Wyll, who has shown up several times before but never forced her to leave until today. Wyll, who is absolutely too godsdamn nice for his own good and she wants to push him into the Chionthar when they’re close to it.

She is the hero of Baldur’s Gate and no one will leave her the fuck alone.

Her annoyance with this experience is boiling over just as they enter Sorcerous Sundries, being greeted by Rolan himself instead of his Unperson. Lia is close on his tail, shoving past her brother to hug Tav and Wyll excitedly.

“Tav! Wyll! It’s so good to see you!”

Tav physically cringes at the hug, shrinking back away from the touch. Her face feels hot, and she knows if she does not immediately walk out of the very overwhelming building that is this store, she’s going to scream at someone and it’s not going to go well –but Wyll forces her to join in on the group hug before finally pulling away.

“I was wondering when you’d come to see us,” Lia continues, either ignoring or not noticing how uncomfortable Tav currently is.

“Too good to come see us lowly refugees?” Rolan teases, his tone sharp and soft at the same time.

Tav knows he’s teasing because she knows he does not think of himself as a lowly refugee. She knows how damn proud this man is of himself because he should be. She knows he thinks highly of himself, he’s made himself very clear. But it’s his tone and the way he’s standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and a stupid little smirk and she’s just not able to see anything but red as she whips around to face him.

“Fuck you,” she snaps, and it’s no longer Tav that’s talking but it’s this awful, pissed off beast that she can’t contain as she turns to Wyll. “Fuck you too.”

“Tav,” Wyll warns, but it’s not a stern warning –it’s a you’re making a scene warning. But she does not hear it.

“I don’t want to fucking be here, but you can’t be bothered to fucking listen to me,” she continues, pointing at him. Rolan and Lia are standing there, eyes wide in surprise. Cal joins soon, then the varying people who were shopping are there too. All there to witness the Savior of Baldur’s Gate scream at the future Duke Ravengard. Tav knows she should stop. The rational side of her brain is telling her she’s going to make a fool of herself but the irrational side of her brain is angry and wants to let everyone damn well know it.

That’s the side that wins.

“I have better things to do than wander around this fucking city and listen to people spout thanks at me. I don’t want to be thanked, I want to be left the fuck alone to get my own shit dealt with,” she yells, throwing her hands in the air as she speaks. She’s always spoken with her hands, but today it feels more exaggerated. More violent. “Everyone else gets to fucking move on and live their fucking lives, and what do I get to do?

“I don’t get to fucking put myself back together, according to you, Duke Ravengard,” she mockingly bows to him, hands shaking as she does so. When she’s upright again, she thinks there’s tears in her eyes because Wyll is not looking at her with anger, but instead with concern and sadness and godsdammit that makes her angrier. “I have to go around, I have to apologize to everyone in this damned city, and I have to pretend that I am absolutely a-oh-fucking-kay when I am just barely a living fucking person at the moment.”

“Tav, I’m sorry, I –,”

“You don’t get to apologize!” She screams at him –fully unhinged, tears streaming down her cheeks as she shoves a finger into his chest. “Just leave me alone. Tell everyone else to leave me the fuck alone.”

With her tirade over, Tav breathes heavily for several moments before finally looking around her. The red that blurred her mind has receded and she can see clearly that what she did was…objectively insane. Children, patrons, Flaming Fists –Cal, Lia, and Rolan too –are all standing there, watching her.

Tav doesn’t hear Wyll call after her as she pushes through the crowd. She doesn’t hear him telling her it’s okay, that he understands. All she hears are the whispers of the witnesses and the blood rushing through her skull.

“Why is she so pissed off?”

“It’s because the wizard left, I bet.”

“Perhaps she should move on. Maybe she’ll be less angry.”

Of course she’s angry —but maybe she can do something about it.

#gale of waterdeep #wyll ravengard #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #wyll x tav #baldur's gate 3

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solarisgod · 25 days

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TRAILER : ❝ Mephistopheles ❞ - Crywolf ▌┊ Underneath, I'm sleeping. Underneath, I'm not sleeping... anymore... TITLE SEQUENCE : ❝ Saturn ❞ - Sleeping At Last ▌┊ And how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist. OPENING SCENE : ❝ Violent Dreams ❞ - Crystal Castle ▌┊ Not on duty but they stopped, and just before the car caught fire. MAIN CHARACTER : ❝ STARCHILD ❞ - COSMODROME ▌┊Starlight in your eyes, they can't understand you've fallen from the skies. SILLY : ❝ Out of Touch ❞ - Daryl Hall ⅋ John Oates ▌┊I'm out of time, but I'm out of my head when you're not around. DETERMINATION : ❝ It Has Begun ❞ - STARSET ▌┊But nothing could ever stop us from stealing our own place in the sun. BATTLE : ❝ FELL ❞ - Varg²™ ft. Bladee ▌┊Destiny's pretty now, just for you ( don’t make me wait on you ). FLASHBACK MOMENT : ❝ Winter Child ❞ - Nadiife ▌┊Oh winter child aren't you alone, you don't deserve to be left alone. SAD : ❝ Fourth of July ❞ - Sufjan Stevens ▌┊Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry? COMFORT : ❝ Everything's Alright ❞ - Laura Shigihara ▌┊If you're with me, then everything's alright. RELAXED : ❝ Aurora ❞ - DROELOE ▌┊Early in the morning. CONTEMPLATIVE : ❝ it looks like a dream ( coda ) ❞ - Crywolf ft. The Kids ▌┊Goodnight, it looks like a dream. Don't cry, close your eyes, I'm with you. HAPPY : ❝ Good Time ❞ - Owl City ft. Carly Rae Jepsen ▌┊Doesn't matter where, It's always a good time there. BAMF TIME : ❝ What a Wonderful World ❞ - Joseph Morgan ⅋ Shadow Royale ▌┊I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. HARD WORK MONTAGE : ❝ Run Boy Run ❞ - Woodkid ▌┊Run boy run! This world is not made for you. LATE NIGHT DRIVE : ❝ I'm God ❞ - Clams Casino ft. Imogen Heap ▌┊It's what I think; bite tongue, deep breaths. ANGRY : ❝ C0NST3LLAT10NS//L1F3 ❞ - Twin Pumpkin, measyou, ⅋ Mary More ▌┊Ignite as colours fill the night and thousand suns burn down the sky. LOVE : ❝ Lost in Space ❞ - Derivakat ⅋ Netrum ▌┊'Cause I don't care where we go, just let me get lost in space with you. BREAKUP / HEARTBREAK : ❝ Monotonous Purgatory ❞ - Matryoshka ▌┊ Then I may dream of you. Your shiny stars make me so sad. FAILURE / DEFEAT : ❝ Glided Lily ❞ - Cults ▌┊Haven't I given enough, given enough? FINAL BATTLE : ❝ MILLION KNIVES ❞ - Tatsuya Kato ⅋ Zinee ▌┊Wish we could stay here forever, all of the stars are falling down. CLOSING SCENE : ❝ First Light ❞ - Hozier ▌┊But after this, I'm never gonna be the same, and I am never going back again. ENDING CREDITS : ❝ Constellation ❞ - Aurora ft. Vincent Diamente ▌┊Menori eno, foto fola; nisoro mahori eh lossora; neyo neyoterra, foto men, nikolo, nikomo sora.

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zelphin124 · 4 months

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SeasonTale - Chapter 5

TW: Abuse Oh boy... the plot thickens. Some could argue, this is where the real story starts. Winter POV, let's go.

Masterpost

~o0o~

The horror in their eyes struck his heart.

He had the targets pinned against an alleyway wall. They cowered in fear under his knives. Their eyes were shaking, and the younger monster started to cry.

Winter glanced down at the two creatures whose lives were in his hands. Despite his younger age, they still were at his mercy.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

W!Gaster’s voice rang in his ears. They are traitors, they had to die, they deserved to die…

But why?

None of it made any sense. They didn’t do anything wrong… they just disagreed with W!Gaster, nothing more. Why did they have to pay with their lives for having an opinion?

Winter felt the tears that escaped his eyes freeze on his face as the harsh wind beat against his skull. He lowered his knives and stepped away from the two monsters. “Go,” he squeaked. “Go before he kills you himself.”

The two monsters thanked him and bolted away.

He heaved a great sigh. What a relief. It brought him peace to spare the lives of the innocent. He hadn’t done that before… but he knew from how he felt that it was the right thing to do.

That peace quickly faded when he realized what punishment he would receive for committing such an act. Would W!Gaster throw him out to fend for himself in the storm again? Would he hurt him?

Would his father kill him?

Winter didn’t want to think about it. He broke the crystalized tears off his face as he felt the books in his cloak get heavier. He shoved down his emotions and refused to feel them. There was always a looming reminder that his emotions were a weakness anyway.

Stepping out of the alleyway, Winter!Sans removed the cloak from his face and walked quietly into town. He hoped that he could time his visit to the librarian just right that his father wouldn’t expect anything.

Twenty minutes…

* * *

“I’m glad you enjoyed the books, Winter.” Winter!Toriel placed the books on the shelf before turning towards the child. “I’m even more grateful that you could read them.”

Winter nodded silently as he sat in a chair away from the windows. The library was warm and extensive. There was a small desk that he sat in front of next to the hallway that revealed thousands of books on massive shelves. Winter wished to read all the books within the library but felt he couldn’t. An impending doom of getting caught grew heavier each time he came. Winter believed W!Gaster was catching onto his distant behavior, and he didn’t know how to mask it well enough.

“Would you like some new books? I had a new collection come in…” Winter!Toriel paused, glancing back over at Winter!Sans. She tilted her head in concern as she observed him twirling his thumbs and staring at the floor. “Are you okay?” She asked gently, approaching him and leaning in front of him.

Winter desperately tried to hold back his tears. “I couldn’t-” he gasped. “I couldn’t kill them this time…”

“Oh, honey…” W!Toriel extended her arms and wrapped them around Winter. “That’s nothing to be upset about; you did the right thing.”

Her embrace was so foreign to him. What is she doing? Was she going to attack him from behind? Why was she not moving? Winter didn’t know how to react. In fact, he just cried… the tears ran down his skull as he tugged on her cape. He didn’t want her to let go… her embrace was comforting, something he had never felt.

“You are very touch-deprived, dear.” To Winter’s dismay, she let go and looked him in the eyes. “You feel better about not hurting them, right?” “Yes, ma’am,” Winter nodded.

“That’s good, that’s how you should feel,” The librarian nodded slowly before standing up. She sighed with great worry before looking at Winter once more. “Winter, It’s… It’s not good for you or anyone else to stay with your father… I… I believe you need to leave.”

Winter glanced up at her, his tears drying up. What did she mean? Why would he leave his father? He couldn’t go out in the snow again and expected him to return to the mansion promptly. “But I need to go home in ten minutes, or he’ll be mad.”

“Honey, you wouldn’t return to him, ever,” W!Toriel explained. “You would run and start a new life, free from him and his evil plans.”

… I can be free?

The librarian kneeled in front of Winter, her voice hushed. “Listen to me closely, Winter. I can help you,” she glanced at the door before continuing. “The rebellion against the gasters wish to save you. They would help raise you in a much better environment than you are now.”

Winter didn’t understand much of what she was saying. However, he knew what the rebellion was. It was the highest form of treason against the gasters to be a part of it. Winter gave slow and painful deaths to those accused of it and watched others suffer in W!Gaster’s grasp. The fact W!Toriel was even mentioning it means that Winter would have to kill her.

Winter drew his knives, causing Winter!Toriel to back up. “I… I have to kill you. The rebellion is what my dad has ordered me against.”

“But they can free you,” She insisted. “They will give you a much better life than you have now.”

Winter’s hands were shaking with the knife in them. Everything in him told him not to attack the librarian, especially after all she’d done for him. However, he was told the rebellion was dangerous, and orders were orders. “The rebellion is bad-”

“Is that what they call us now, the bad guys?”

Winter and W!Toriel stared at the monster standing in front of the hallway. The boy’s jaw dropped. It’s the goat from the photo in my room…

She looked similar to Toriel; the same species. However, she was much shorter and her horns were curved. Instead of wearing a blue gown patted with snow, her clothing was pure starlight and shined white like the snow on the ground. Her gaze penetrated with an uneasy amount of determination and power, but there was also understanding and care. It was a look Winter never understood.

“Put the knife down young boy,” the starry goat demanded. “It is not your destiny.”

“W-Who are you?” Winter’s voice quivered as he obeyed, laying the knife on the floor. Although he recgonized them from the painting, and had a good idea of who she was, he wasn’t sure.

“I am Season!Toriel, co-leader of the rebellion against the gasters and the rightful queen of SeasonTale.” Season held her head high, looking down at the boy. “And I am here to rescue you.”

“Well, I was going to introduce you to her, but it looks like introductions have already been made,” Winter!Toriel scratched her head, chuckling nervously. “I said you could live a better and happier life, Winter. If you go with Season, she will ensure of that.”

Winter’s entire body was shaking now. There she was, the former ruler of SeasonTale, standing right before him—the ultimate target of W!Gaster, and the main threat to his throne. Winter had only read about her rule and power. Although she was a good and caring leader, his unfortunate circumstances have ruled him against her. He was only a boy, and he feared his death would come upon him any moment now.

Season oversaw Winter, her eyes softening. With eloquent grace, she knelt on the ground to make herself smaller. She extended her hands towards Winter. “You don’t have to follow your father's footsteps,” she whispered. “You can rise above that and become a good and caring leader one day. Let me help you. Let me rescue you from Winter!Gaster.”

Winter stared at her paws before looking at Season and then at Winter!Toriel. She nodded in agreement. Winter fought back tears. He wanted freedom; he wanted to escape. This was his opportunity. This might be his only chance.

“I can’t.”

* * *

Each step back to the castle got more painful. His teeth gritted against one another. He had given up his only chance to escape.

He couldn’t even figure out why himself. Was it because he wanted his dad to be proud of him? Maybe there was some hope in turning his father around… Maybe, just maybe, he could find another way.

But he couldn’t join the rebellion.

There was no way… After all that he had done? Sure, they are fighting for justice; they are the good guys. Winter knew they would have treated him better.

But would they have?

Winter had killed so many rebellion members. His entire life, despite it not being that long, he fought against them. He was a threat to them… a target.

He was a bad guy.

He didn’t want to be, but he didn’t see how he could change. Although there was a slim hope he held out for his father, that same hope wasn’t measured to himself.

And it swallowed him whole.

“You’re two minutes and three seconds late,” W!Gaster’s voice boomed as he closed a pocket watch in his hands.

Winter sighed, closing the door behind him, and took his coat off. It took him a bit to stomp off all the snow before answering. “I apologize. I had a bit of a delay with the bodies.”

“Right, because you didn’t kill them.”

It was as if the boy had been shot. He froze in place, fear taking control of his mind. Panic swirled within him. How did he know? How did he find out? Was he watching the whole time?

W!Gaster let out a low, rumbling laugh. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Those traitors were spotted crossing the Summer Kingdom this evening. Thankfully, I had them taken care of-” he whipped around, his hand raised. “UNLIKE YOUR PATHETIC FAILURE TO DO THE JOB!”

Winter collided with the ground from the punch that rolled across his skull. His vision immediately blacked out. No, no, no, no…

He didn’t see the remaining hits that were laid upon him. “You had ONE JOB! ONE HELL OF A JOB! You failed, as always! You worthless piece of-”

The rest of the insults were muffled as his hearing rang. He curled up in a ball as he embraced hit after hit. His breath was shaking, and it was almost impossible not to cry.

He had enough.

Winter could make out the sound of a gaster blaster charging up. He braced for impact, but when it fired, he felt nothing.

The beating had stopped.

Winter sat up, his vision still blurred. He couldn’t make much out except for the new hole in the wall and W!Gaster’s boots hanging from it. When he turned around, he saw that the blaster was his own.

His eyes widened with fear. What have I done?

The next few seconds were the most rash seconds of his life. Winter didn’t waste any time before he grabbed a different coat and bolted out the door. He couldn’t stay… he was going to die if he did. His little feet carried him to the edge of the hill. He quickly looked around for something to get him down, as the stairs were too slow.

He heard W!Gaster’s enraged roar from the mansion. With no time to think, Winter grabbed a giant icicle from the cliff and slid down the hill on it. Although it was slippery, and he fell off it at the end, it gave him the head start that he needed before teleporting into the town.

His heart was beating faster than he ever thought it would. His feet were aching, but that didn’t stop him as he burst through the library door, his vision blurred once more.

Winter!Toriel glanced up in surprise before rushing over to him. “Oh my gosh, what happened to you?”

“Help,” Winter grasped onto her arms. “He’s after me. I have to go.”

Before W!Toriel could call for her, Season was already by her side. She glanced at his face before kneeling, offering her hand quickly.

He didn’t hesitate to accept her offer this time, squeezing her hand as the fear of his father gripped him like a python. “Please, help me.”

She smiled softly. “I will. Let’s go.”

#seasontale #winter sans #winter gaster #winter toriel #season toriel #chapter #writing #utmv #undertale au #sans au

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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I HAVE RETURNED TO BE YOUR VERY ANNOYING BOYFRIEND AGAIN:

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

with marc spector uwu

Title: Hands Meant For Love

Pairing: Marc Spector x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: ❛ what if i hurt you? ❜ / ❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜ [Prompts from this list!]

Warnings: NSFW, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Bondage, Touch-Starved Marc Spector, Blow Jobs, Sex (no description for genitals)

[MINORS DNI]

A/N: I adore him so much, and he deserves to be showered in so much love! Do I know what the word ‘drabble’ means– obviously not.

Marc Spector fears his hands.

There are some nights when he’s staring off, lost in past memories– he sees red. A dark rich red plastered over his palms, coating them like paint. Reminding himself of the tangy iron smell is enough to make his skin crawl, the little hairs on his neck sticking up; it makes him nauseous.

It's not hard to see the guns or the knives they’ve held; the dirt, sand, and blood scrawled underneath his nails. The longer he looks, all he can see are his failures and mistakes.

Marc Spector hates his hands.

It’s no surprise to you how he keeps his distance. How even though you’re in love with them, his wall was still kept high. How any and all touches were short and precise; not allowing himself to enjoy your full affections or show his own that much. It hurt to watch him torture himself; you were willing to give him the world if he asked. It hurt to see the lingering looks, how he forced his hands to stay at his side, his chest rising and falling sharply.

There were times however, like this one, were he simply couldn’t put away.

Where you’re tugged gently onto his lap, hands kneading eagerly over your hips and thighs as he kisses you like you’re the last thing on earth. Your fingers threaded through his dark curls, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat. Chest to chest, you can feel his heart beating rapidly, picking up speed with every slow roll of your hips. The warmth between you both is electrifying, the hunger in the pit of your stomach growing stronger and you can’t help but slide your hands under his shirt. He shakes, letting out small gasp out against your lips which you take full advantage of, kissing him deeply. You feel his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, dancing over the fabric and making you needier. When they finally dipped under, you moaned out wantonly, shuddering from his warm finger tips; his fingers stroking over your skin in all the right ways.

And then he froze; his whole body going frigid right against yours.

“Marc?” you call softly, peering carefully at him; his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Sorry, I can’t, I just–” a soft curse leaves him as pulls away from your touch.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you’re quick to move off of him to give him space, settling near it’s okay.”

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“What?”

“What if I hurt you?” his voice cracks, soft and broken; ashamed and apologetic as he hangs his head; shattering your heart. With the utmost care, you cupped his face, turning it back in your direction.

“You won’t hurt me, sweetheart.” you promised, watching as he struggled to control his fear.

“You never could hurt me, Marc.” you firm up your voice slightly, brushing your fingers over his cheeks as you stare at his somber face. He’s tight lipped and his eyes are glossy as he nods and you see right through it.

He’s unconvinced.

You bite back all the reassurances you want to say to him, knowing they’d do no good if he was already skeptical. You could save those for another time.

“We don’t have to do anything else tonight, sweetheart,” you smile softly, “can I hold you– is that okay?” it took him a few moments to register your words, before he nods again, beckoning him forward as you lay back. He tucks himself under your chin, keeping his hands on the bed while you wrapped your arms around him; keeping it loose just incase he needed to move.

And that is where it end.

You had spent a few weeks dwelling on what you could do to ease his fears of touching you. It was painful to see him so defeated by his demons, you refused to let him suffer any longer. Nearly three weeks after that incident, your idea was simple and more than sufficient. You give it another week, making sure he’s feeling more comfortable before you enact your plan.

It starts the same, as always.

Sweet soft kisses, pressed against each cheek, his jaw and then his neck before pressing them delicately against his. Even though you can feel the small tension in his kisses, he’s more relaxed than you would have thought he would be. You carefully guide him onto the bed, straddling his lap once his back hits the cushiony mattress. Taking your time, you let your tongue explore his mouth, rubbing over his chest with your free; humming delightfully when his hands end up on your hips. Kissing him for a few minutes longer, you pull away, tugging him to sit up with you before helping him out of his shirt. You could already feel the anxiety running through him again but this time you, kiss his lips softly, again and again until he calms down.

“I have something for you,” you murmur against his lips, feeling the sharp quiet gasp he let out. Grinning madly, you pull away, reaching into it and pulling out a satin black ribbon.You observe his curious look, gauging for any sort of resistance but there was only yearning in those eyes.

“May I?” you gesture toward his arms and he gives them up freely. Swiftly, you bind his wrists together, purposely keeping it loose enough for him to have some wiggle room and pull free if he wanted to. In truth, you knew he could break free whenever he felt like it but that wasn’t the point of this.

“You can make them tighter,” he whispers against your temple; you look up at him.

“They’re tight enough, sweetheart,” you smile brightly, kissing each bound wrist, “let me take care of you.” you whispered against his knuckles, watching his lips part for a second before they shut again and he nodded.

You shuck off your own shirt, beaming at the way he eyes never leave your body as you slide down to your knees. Leaning over, you undo his pants, letting your hand rub freely over his bulge. The loud moan is music to your ears as you continue to stroke his cock. His sounds echo all over the room and without wasting anymore time, you pull him free and swallow him down. He throws his head back in pleasure, whining as you started to bob up and down; his hands still bound and tucked to his chest. You keep an even pace, occasionally licking over his tip and stroking his shaft as you go and Marc falls apart. He barely looks down for a second, catching you staring right back up at him.

“Fuck,” he groans quietly, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. He can’t take his eyes off you, watching you take him in your mouth; the knot in his stomach growing tighter.

“Fuck baby, p-please,” shuddering, he reaches down, splaying both hands over the back of your head, applying very little pressure. You hum excitedly, a deeper moan leaving him and before he realizes he’s spilling down the back of your throat. You pull off with a quiet pop, letting out a little yelp as he pulled you back up; kissing you hungrily. A part of you wants to celebrate, knowing he chose to break free but the kiss is far too sloppy for you to have any coherent words. He devours your mouth and you can tell he enjoys tasting himself on your tongue.

“Baby,” he whines, fiddling with your pants; the worry in his voice, creeping in.

“Please, please, please, touch me sweetheart,” it’s not a beg that’s leaving your lips, no, this was your desire through and through; your need for him.

And he accepts it.

He accepts his own need for you.

With no more free, he switches your positions; yanking off your own pants and underwear. He shimmies his pants and boxers down to his thighs; settling between your legs. He strokes himself, teasing the tip of his cock right against your hole, making you whine out instantly.

“Marc,” is the last little encouragement he needs, before he presses inside; both of your moans bouncing off of each other. He keeps a steady pace, fucking into you with such love, your heart wants to leap out of your chest. He leans down to kiss you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as sounds of bliss and praise fly past your lips. It doesn’t last for long, both of you too worked up for your own good, but it’s the best thing either of you have experienced. Your orgasms blend together, as neither of you stop rocking against each other until it’s all done.

He drops gently on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a smile you’re sure reflects your own. You rub soft circles over his sweat covered back, nuzzling into his hair as your eyes get heavier.

If moments like this could be more often, you really would give him the world.

#rct fic #marc spector x reader #moon knight fic

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