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moonstruckme · 3 months

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Whimsical! reader with remus where they were previously doing long distance but then reader moves in with remus and sees snow for the first time? She's all :O at the snow and he's all :D at her like he's just mesmerized and thinking of how much he loves her and how cute and perfect she looks to him and how much he wants a home with her<3😩

(If you write this, can you add a bit of their ldr! Before moving in And the other boys?)

Ily! You're an actual saint<3

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! I couldn’t quite figure out how to work in the other boys without it feeling forced (at least to me) but I hope the rest is alright <3

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader ♡ 1.1k words

It had taken a lot of coaxing to get you to go to sleep the night before. You’d been glued to the window, watching with wide, awestruck eyes as little crystals drifted down to the earth, glowing under the streetlights and crisp white against the dark sky. Remus isn’t sure if he’d ever felt so peaceful, watching you watch the snow, your cheek resting on your folded hands as the darkness outside grew deeper and the fire in the grate smoldered down to nothing. You’d spent a few minutes out in it earlier, before Remus convinced you it’d be way more fun in the morning, once the snow had a chance to pile up. Even so, you’d been reluctant to let it out of your sight.

So he can’t say he’s surprised that he’d woken up this morning to see your side of the bed already empty.

He finds you in the same place you’d been last night, perched on the edge of the couch, looking out at the pristine layer of snow that glitters in the sunlight. You’re already dressed.

“I thought you’d be outside,” he admits.

You turn around, looking even happier than usual to see him. “I wanted to wait for you,” you say. “Are you ready to go out?”

Remus’ heart swells. He presses his lips together, feeling his mouth curve anyway. “Yeah, I can be ready. You should’ve woken me, dove.”

He goes to the coat closet, pulling out his jacket and a spare for you. He grabs some too-small boots, too. Neither of you had thought about the fact that you don’t own any real winter wear until the snow came in last night, so his things will have to do for now. He finds a pair of gloves Lily forgot last spring that should fit you.

“I didn’t mind waiting,” you tell him, stepping into the boots. “It’s fun just to look at. So pretty.”

“Mhm.” Remus can think of something else that’s pretty, but it’s too early in the morning for flirting.

You keep glancing out the window while you tug on gloves, a jacket. He’s never seen you this excited. It’s so adorable Remus isn’t sure his heart can stand it. He plops a hat on your head and spots your hands trembling slightly, just enough to give you trouble with the buttons on your coat. Remus pushes them aside gently, doing the buttons himself.

When you step out into the crisp air, the first thing you do is put a boot in the snow. It sinks in nearly up to your knee. You look back at Remus, wonderstruck. Then you turn around and tip back, waving your arms this way and that to make an angel in the fresh powder. He has to help you out of it once you’re done.

He shows you how to pat the snow between your mitts to make a snowball, and you throw one right at the front of his jacket. Your laughter rings out, as crisp and clear as a silver bell. Remus makes a mental note to never let you enter into a snowball fight with James and Sirius; they go right for the face, and you’re too kind to retaliate.

When you make a snowman, you insist upon going inside to grab some of your rocks and things to make his face. He ends up with dried flowers for a smile and heterochromia.

It’s only once Remus realizes how much snow has ended up in your boots that he makes you go inside. He makes hot chocolate while you lay your clothes out in front of the fire and barrage him with questions.

“Do you ever see those little white foxes when it snows like this?”

“Arctic foxes? No, not really. I think they mostly stay in the arctic.”

“What about white owls?”

“I think I’ve seen some lighter ones before, but not completely white. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”

“Will we have a fire every night that it’s snowy?”

“If you want.” Remus sets your hot chocolate in front of you, the mug heaping with marshmallows. “Careful, dove, it’s hot.”

You take it and smile at him. “Thanks.” You look back out the window, blowing on it gently.

Remus grins as he watches you. Your cheeks are still pink from the cold and your eyelashes are wet, the flakes that had been caught in them melting. The air between you smells like hot chocolate, woodsmoke, and hominess. He wants to do this with you every day.

It’s impossible not to think about how much has changed since you moved in. Just a couple of weeks ago, he would’ve woken up thinking about how long it would be until he could call you. He would’ve complained about the cold over the phone and you would’ve hmm-ed sympathetically in that gentle way of yours before admitting that the cold actually sounds pretty nice to you. Remus would have been sitting right where he is now, looking out the window by himself and describing the snow to you, hearing your voice in his ear rather than watching the rise and fall of your shoulders in front of him.

Today, he got to wake up knowing that if you weren’t next to him, you were nearby. He got to see the delight on your face, button your coat for you, bury your hot chocolate in marshmallows. He gets to watch your damp lashes twitch, pretty eyes moving from the window to his face.

“What’re you thinking of?” you ask, turning in your seat to face him.

It’s still too early for flirting, but not perhaps for earnestness. “I’m just glad you’re here,” he tells you.

Your lips curve, and you take your hot chocolate in one hand, using the other to intertwine Remus’ fingers with your own. Your palm is warm from the mug.

“I’m glad, too,” you say, leaning forward to peck him on his chin.

Remus sets his mug aside to chase you down for more, grasping the side of your face as he sets his lips to yours. Fuck, you’re lovely. So lovely his chest is aching with it. Lovely inherently, and also for letting him do this, your cheek dimpling under his touch. Your lips curve against each other, a mirror image. Remus’ heart feels full to bursting.

“Do you think we can stay here today?” you ask him, index finger rubbing against his and chin bumping into his own. “We could watch a movie, and I’d like to collect some pine cones if I can.”

Remus presses another gentle kiss to your lips. “That sounds perfect.” His voice is raspy with want and tenderness, and you rub his finger again in understanding.

You push your nose into his. “I’m glad I’m here, too,” you repeat.

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bedoballoons · 3 months

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─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

VALENTINES EVENT DAY 1

{༻~Neuvillette X Reader: Love at first sight~༺}

Genre: Smut and fluff headcanons! (separate)

Valentine's Masterlist 💕

CW: Fluff: Pre-relationship, confessions!

Smut: NSFW! MDNI!! GN! Reader whos afab!, consensual somnophilia, cream pie, nipple play, slight yandere vibes, no protection, fingering, and mentions of wet dreams~

ੈ♡˚~Neuvillette~ੈ♡˚:

(Fluff version)

Neuvillette had never gone out searching for love, yes he'd seen couples on the daily and yes sometimes he wondered if he'd ever find someone, but it wasn't his biggest concern...until the day you'd first bumped into him.

It had been a long day for him, many cases piling up and Furina being almost impossible to calm down. He was exhausted and by the time he'd started heading home to rest it was past dark. The cold of the night had started to set in and even with the streetlights you could still find it hard to see, but he'd walked this road for hundreds of years, so he was confident in his steps.

You knocked that idea right out the window though as you came crashing into him with a loud thud, the two of you tumbling onto the cement ground and entangling yourselves together.

He was fast to recover, helping you get back on your feet and lifting himself off the ground,...only to be caught off guard by your appearance. In the matter of minutes you sent him through a rollercoaster of emotions and now you were standing in front of him apologising...while he was looking at you like you might actually be the angel of the water.

He didn't even get to speak before you hurried away, leaving him utterly baffled and in love.

(Smut version)

Neuvillette sat up in your shared bed, thinking about the dream he'd just had...the way you'd looked in it, the sounds the two of you made. He was in love, with the temptation, with you, but still unsure if it was truly okay to try anything with you asleep...even with consent.

He leaned in closer to you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek like he normally would...like that was all he was going to do and truthfully it was originally, but then he felt your creamy skin against his lips...heard your breath catch in your sleep when he shifted his weight above you. You weren't even awake and you still had him obsessing over every small detail of your attraction to him.

He could feel your body under the blanket, feel where your thighs rubbed against his hard length and just like that he was to far gone. His hands reaching for the covers so he could see you fully and the second they were pulled away he fell in love all over again. Oh he was so lucky, he could feel his heart racing as his fingers slowly slid in between your legs and under that thin little line of clothing keeping him from you.

He trailed kisses down to your nipple while his digits rubbed circles into your soft folds, enticing moans from you that only made him grow needier. His mouth clamped around your sensitive bud as his free hand rolled the other between the pads of his fingers, pinching it whenever you got louder. He knew you loved this, he almost hoped you'd wake up and grab strands of his hair like you usually do...but he also didn't, he liked the risk of this...it was new and fun.

A muffled groan escaped him as you coated his fingers with your slick, your cheeks visibly red even in the dim light, you looked so good, felt so good...he just couldn't hold back anymore. He slowly pulled himself away from you, his breathing growing faster as he freed his cock from it's confines and watched your legs quiver. So close he thought as pulled your underwear down to your knees and rubbed his tip against your sensitive area.

Oh lord he could have came right then from the dirty sound you made, your cunt pulsing around even the smallest bit of him, were you just as eager as he was...even asleep? He leaned back over you, his hands on either side of your head as his sunk fully inside your walls, your pussy drenching him in the way that left him groaning into the crook of your neck.

He moved his hips slowly, his long white hair swaying behind him as he tried desperately to stay quiet and not wake you...he'd gotten this far after all. Your hands clenched at the sheets and in between moans he swore he heard you say his name, only making his pace grow faster until he was ruthlessly thrusting his hips into yours. So close, so close, so close, "mmHg!"

He bit down on your shoulder as his cum shot into your heat, sticky white drops dripping down onto the bed as finished along with him. He could see your eyes fluttering open as he grunted, your cunt pulling him back in every time he thought about stopping...

"Neuvi-llett-te? Mnh!"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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starillusion13 · 10 days

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hii there!! hope you doing well >_<!!

can i request for poly mafia ateez x reader fic? their boss are dead for 2 years and they just found out that he has a daughter. and they began to search for her n when they found her, they swear to her that they will take care of her, but ended up falling in love with her?

thank you so much!!! ;)))

To keep you safe

Pairing: Mafia!ot8! Ateez x f!reader

W.C: 3.3k

Genre: Fluff, Mafia, Romance

Warnings: mention of mafia deals, attempt to murder, blast, tracking device, spying on someone, tying up with rope in warehouse, unconcious, poison, feeling sorry, sad, comfort from mafias, lots of kissing, getting shot, mention of blood(not detail), confession, hidden daughter, scared idk what to add anymore

Network: @kvanity-main

A girl running in the rain, clutching her purse to her chest and heavily breathing while frantically looking in every direction. Her scared pupils and parted lips allowed the heavy and forced inhale and exhale of air, raindrops sliding into her mouth. Her heels were almost making her lose her balance, she didn't want to fall down or she would get caught.

The rainfall intensified with loud growling sounds of lightning. The only thing that was going through her mind was to run away from the two men following her. She took a sharp turn around the road and hid behind the car.

Pressing her palms over the mouth and wide eyes stared at the distant road ahead. Her house was still a few blocks away and the feeling of dizziness returned but she scooted into the darkness and suppressed her fear and the sound of her panting.

Soon, within a few minutes, the footsteps came into her vision. Two silhouettes making their way towards the alleyway and in fact, that needs to cross the car which was hiding her scared form. A series of hope and prayers rushed to her mind and fell from the lips and mentally supported herself to stay stronger.

The scared pupils followed each step they took. The moment they stopped and looked at her direction, her breath hitched and cursed under the breath when she noticed them coming towards her exact direction. But before she could shift an inch, someone pressed their palms over her ears from behind and then she could hear the sound of two faint gunshots.

"It's okay, y/n. you are safe."

The soft voice from behind you and the stranger's hands touching your skin made your eyes shoot open and you shuffled forward, keeping your distance from the person. The first instinct in you worked was to look over to the place where two men from earlier were but to your surprise, there was no one. You stood up from your place and quickly stepped out of the darkness and you screamed.

Two bodies were lying on the road. The two men who were following you while you were returning from the café were lying on their own blood pool.

"Hey, calm down."

The same voice again spoke up and you quickly looked behind to see a boy, maybe around your age, was standing with a little smile but to the contrast of his facial look, his outfit was different, oh the gun holder strap on his waist and the belt designed over his black jacket. He looked scary with an angel face.

"Who are you? Are you going to kill me? and and how do you know my name?"

He nodded to himself before taking a few steps forward but before he could walk any farther, you yelled at him to stop and the way you were scared, he instantly stopped. There were few other footsteps coming from both of your sides. One, two...three...seven figures appeared under the streetlight. The rain was still pouring but it was less intense than before as if it had also got scared by these men.

"Who are you all? What is going on?"

The boy who was standing a few feet away from you smiled again and introduced himself, "myself Yeosang. We are just here to take you back home."

"home? I don't understand what you are saying." You were pleading with him not to hurt you and a different boy from the seven figures surrounding you but keeping a safe distance from you spoke up, "there's nothing to be scared of, y/n. you are Mr. Lee's daughter and we are here to take you to his place."

They know my dad...they are here to kidnap me to know about my dad's business but......he is dead and I can't ask for help from him. I don't know anything about his mafia business.

"I don't know. I am not close to my dad. He is dead. What else do you all want now? I know nothing about him. Please, I am telling you the truth. You won't get to know anything from me about him. I really don't know."

"We know he is dead. That's why we are here to ensure your safety. We are here because your dad isn't there to protect you." The tallest one of them spoke up.

You shook your head and stepped back when the dizziness from earlier returned. It did get noticed by the oldest one of them and he caught your limp body, "y/n, it's raining. Let's go home and then we can discuss everything."

You pushed him from you and stood straight on your heels, "no, I'm not going anywhere. I can't trust you. You all are lying."

"Didn't your dad tell you about the leaders of his organization?"

" he did..."

"We are the leaders of the organization, the most trusted gang of your father, Ateez."

You stared at them because the name is familiar but why to take you to somewhere you never went before. Your life was always at risk and that's why your dad kept you hidden but maybe his death led to uncovering your identity to other mafia gangs. But if they are the leaders under your father's organization, that does mean they are on your father's side.

"you all are my dad's men?" you asked in a low voice. The drizzling rain was pinching your skin, should you trust them or not. The thought was itching your mind.

"We might be mafias but we are always loyal to our boss. Please come with us." The leader extended his hand with a smile.

And you trusted them.

Taking the leader's hand and grabbing it with a hope to be safe.

You never thought ever that this was going to change your trajectory of your whole life.

“We are here to keep you safe.”

>>>><<<<

In the bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there existed a huge, tightly-knit advertising agency called "THE GUERRILAS". For two years, the agency had been led by a charismatic and respected boss, Mr. Lee Sohyun. His sudden demise due to a heart attack had left his men and the successive leaders reeling with shock and grief. Among them, Ateez, his loyal gang and the main future successors took the initiative to take over his place with announcing their gang leader as the new boss, who all had worked closely with him for over a decade. Every other being in the company supported the idea and welcomed the new project of the company.

As the agency mourned their loss, Ateez stumbled upon a startling revelation buried within Mr. Lee's personal documents – he had a daughter, Lee y/n, from a previous relationship. Despite his private nature, he had never mentioned the daughter to anyone at the agency. Determined to honor their late boss's memory and fulfill his unspoken wishes, Ateez embarked on a mission to find his daughter.

“I didn’t know he had a daughter.” Seonghwa stated while looking at the documents presented by his gang member, Yeosang.

The leader, Hongjoong nodded, “He really hid her well but after his death. Many men betrayed him and leaked his personal information and the least we can do is to start with protecting his daughter.”

“Then let’s find Y/n. I hope we can bring her safely.”

Months of diligent investigation led them to a quaint town in the upstate, where you resided.

Their several initial attempts were failed missions.they certainly didn’t want to scare you but also not to give up in their enemy’s hand. So, they planned to approach you slowly and cautiously.

Unless that day when you were followed by members of an enemy gang and they saved you from danger.

And that day you accepted a new fate in your life.

Moved by Ateez's sincerity and touched by their efforts to connect with you, a wave of emotions hit your heart. Over cups of tea, you delved into heartfelt conversations with them, sharing memories and anecdotes about your father. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, you found solace in their company, united by the love for the man who had brought them together.

you listened intently to their explanation of the situation after your father's death, your emotions oscillating between disbelief and curiosity. As they shared anecdotes about your father's life and their time together at the agency, a bittersweet realization dawned on you – finally found a piece of your father's past that had long eluded.

"You don't have to be polite or formal with us. Think of us as your friends. You are our boss's daughter." The young boy smiled at you.

You chuckled, "Wooyoung, I'm trying. I think it would take time but this new place and new people and even staying with you all is such a new experience for me."

"You can come to me anytime. I am always here to accompany you and make you feel at home."he said and brushed his hair back. He glanced at you, who was smiling admiring the beauty of the garden. "Do you want to take your father's position?"

The question caught your attention and quickly turned towards him, you noticed him avoiding your gaze and gulping, "No." The answer was direct and simple.

He again questioned you, "why? Don't you think you are the actual successor of the boss?"

"I don't know a single shit about this life and also, I trust Hongjoong. You all proved your loyalty to my dad. You swear my protection and extend his hard work. So, you all are the actual successors." He nodded at your words.

"No cursing from a pretty girl." Yunho approached you two and handed over a sweater to you. You looked at him with a questionable look.

He held the sweater in front of you and urged you to put your hand inside the sleeves, "don't catch cold in the early morning while wearing just a full sleeve shirt. And Woo, can't you wear a full sleeve?"

The said man rolled his eyes at the tall one and sat on the bench with crossed legs, "I will be off to gym in half an hour. No need."

Yunho placed his hand on your shoulder, "would you mind a little walk with me?"

"Of course not. I would love to explore the neighborhood."

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and you found yourself drawn to their warmth and resilience. You admired their strength in the face of adversity and their unwavering determination to carve out their own path in life and also protect you in the process.

In your presence, they discovered a sense of belonging they had never experienced before.

As their bond deepened with you, they grappled with conflicting emotions they never thought possible. They had sworn to themselves that they would take care of you, but their feelings for you were evolving into something more profound and complicated. Torn between their loyalty to the late boss and their burgeoning love for you, they found themselves at a crossroads.

"Surprise!"

The boys in the living room turned towards the voice. You were exiting the grand space of the kitchen area with a huge cake in your hold. Carefully, placing it on the table in front of them, you placed your hand on your hips and waited for their remarks.

The leader was the first person to tune in with the surprise, "what's a cake for?"

"You all did well on your last mission and for the past few days, all of you were busy so I decided to bake a cake for you all today as I noticed none of you left the house. No work?" You expectantly looked at them.

They exchanged a few glances between them and before Wooyoung could say something, Seonghwa smiled and got up from the chair. The royalty of the grand hall of the mansion was sitting right with his rich mafia look even in just a plain black shirt and pants. He approached you and patted your head, "we don't have work today. Do you have something to say? Or to do something?"

You nodded and turned towards the rest of them, "have a taste of my most ordered cake. Before moving in with you all, I used to work at the cafe in my previous place. And people requested this cake everyday."

"Really? Then we should taste it. We are getting the privilege to have a demanding item without showing our powers." The leader said between his endearment of tasting your cake. You cut them a few pieces and waited for their reviews.

They hummed in the delicious taste of the soft cake and you got a collective of compliments.

Yunho was the first person to ask for another piece, you happily cut him one. He watched your happiness. The way you reacted to each of their compliments, the nervousness and feelings shy but still managing to keep yourself steady.

Yeosang proposed the idea that they should open a cafe near their place where you can train some workers and also be able to have some time to spend in a different atmosphere other than staying at the mansion. Jongho supported the idea.

Mingi raised the topic of your safety but San volunteered to check on you often and won't let anything happen to you.

>>>><<<<

The idea did come to light and led to action. You got work to keep yourself busy when they are not around but this definitely lured a danger.

Someone kept a watch on you. The strange feeling was creeping in your skin but you neglected it with the thought that San might be somewhere out of sight and spying on the place for a possible danger.

Once when you went to the mall with Mingi and Jongho, you got bumped into a person and got a scratch on your arm with a sharp object.

"Are you okay, y/n?" Mingi's concerned voice appeared and held your arm. "Why is it bleeding? What happened?"

"Might have scratched something. Don't worry, it will heal soon."

Well your assurance was not enough for him. The way he handled you around the mall, asking you whether you're uncomfortable or wanted something. You wanted a chill hangout not both of them to worry about you.

But the beautiful time you all were having got disturbed when you suddenly fell unconscious. They both were shocked but reacted quickly to take you to the medical wing of their base.

You were poisoned by that scratch. But it couldn't affect much and spread properly. You were under threat and needed more protection and they made sure of it.

"San, people are assuming you as my boyfriend at this point." You groaned after pushing open the door to your cafe. He rolled his eyes behind you and glared when he noticed a young boy staring at you both entering together.

He pulled a chair and sat near the counter where you were placing the things to start the day. "I don't care about their opinions. Your safety comes first. And-"

"Hey! I guess, I'm invited inside the cafe too." Jongho entered the cafe and winked at the man sitting. You nodded, "of course you are."

He didn't have any schedule for the day so opted for hanging out in the cafe. You turned towards San and asked for him to complete what he was saying but he shook his head.

The days went normal, nothing to worry about. Everything was going as usual.

"You three are also leaving?" You pout and lean back to the table. They chuckled at your reaction and Seonghwa approached you, patting your head with an adorable smile, "we will be back soon. And Yeosang will be here to accompany you."

"Can't you stay together every time? Or like take me with you all."

"No!" The leader put aside the black leather jacket and held your shoulder, "we are not risking your life. There's always danger. We won't be able to control ourselves if something happens to you."

"Oh...but I feel scared for you all too. Just take care of yourselves. I am not strong enough to protect you all but......atleast I can pray for you." You felt so useless and a burden on them but Yunho quickly chimed into the conversation.

"Don't think of yourself lowl. You are our strength. We come back home and do our best and succeed in our missions with the hope that a beautiful soul and a precious girl is waiting for us. Your trust in us is everything we need to be strong out there."

Yunho is always the one to ensure that you are valuable and worth the effort they make to protect you. His warm embraces really make you believe that,

You are in love. You are at home.

The leader is always impressed by his words and also reminds you that their biggest possession is you.

"No other expensive material in the household or in the universe can be worth your value." Hongjoong and his exaggerated explanations.

Seonghwa is the one who would treat you like a porcelain doll, as if you are his daughter. Well let's not be weird with this thought. He is someone to ensure your wellbeing now and then.

"You are safe with us princess. No one can hurt you ever."

To his addition, San will buy you everything possible just in case you are not happy with something. Once when a worker pointed out you as a spoiled girlfriend and called you ‘gold digger’, he took matters in hand.

Grabbing his collar and glaring at him as if he could burn him alive and bury him there, "of course you don't have the courage or power to spoil her. But your dirty mouth can spoil her ears. And I don't like when some bugs are near her."

This is not the end, Jongho is not the one to show his emotions often but you have always liked his goofy nature with you but the majority of the time when you go out with him, he is the most mature and serious one as if he is doubting every individual glancing at you.

"I think he is spying on us." He murmured.

"You are looking around the restaurant in a way as if you want to order the rest of the items on the menu card. That's why he is staring at us." You started and went back to eating.

Mingi is the one who is always volunteering to go out with you because according to him, he fights well. So if someone attacks then he could fight back and take you back home safely. He is sometimes a bit controlling like Yunho but rest, you love his company.

"No, we are going back home. No more talking back. I'm your protector and the mafia member so you have to listen to me now."

The most important one to mention, Wooyoung. His professional side and the side with you are just opposites. Well this settles with all of them.

He encourages you to try new stuff, teaches you some self defense and also the one to try out pranks on others. You always grew up alone and wanted someone like him to be your friend and once you shared this feeling with him. You are now beautifully cursed with his presence.

"Do you want to know how to shoot?"

"No no please, that is the most intriguing thing to me but I'm okay with not knowing it's working."

He rolled his eyes, "don't be dramatic. It will help you."

"You all are here for me and... ...I..I love- I love how you are mafia members but have individual personalities that protects me and keeps me safe. Moreover, you all make me feel loved by a family."

"We are your family."

They all say this everyday. And today is not an exception.

Yeosang was on his laptop. You wanted to go out but he was too busy to even notice that. Not to make him mad, you scolded yourself for thinking to go out behind his back.

"Is it okay if I have a quick trip to the convenience store?......please."

He looked up from the screen, "what do you need, let me bring it for you."

"No. I just want to go out because others haven't been at home for the last three days and as you are alone I'm not allowed out of this house."

Yeosang always stays back or tries to be the member to protect you while all others are needed on a particular situation or missions.

He chuckled and got up, "let's go. We can have the trip together."

Before arriving at the store, you both didn't ever imagine the incident that was about to happen.

As soon as you stepped inside the sliding glass door, he got a call and excused himself to a side and you were humming a song to yourself while searching for the items needed.

Then everyone heard a gunshot. Screams and footsteps erupted from inside and he quickly went to your direction behind the shelf where his eyes followed earlier but to his dislike, you were not there. The back door was open and he saw a black car leaving the place.

He quickly dialed Hongjoong's number to let him know about the situation and to come to the location quickly which he would send them soon. He borrowed the computer at the counter of the store and filled in the inputs with codes and required data and he followed a particular car's location from all the CCTV footage of the road of the tracking device and also his phone was tracking your ring, which has a high-tech induced chip.

Within a few moments Ateez reached the desired location, well they were not in a mood to come across the familiar place but still they had to when you are here.

Barging inside the place, an intense fight between both the mafia gangs started. San went to search for you, a bullet almost passed through his arm but fortunately he could avoid it but still he got injured slightly.

There, you were tied to a rusted metal chair and sitting unconsciously. He was quick to untie your ropes and held in his embrace while placing himself on the dirty floor. It doesn't matter, the important thing is for you to be safe.

"Y/n...you are safe."

You blinked your eyes open, first he noticed your scared pupils like he saw them on the first day but it quickly turned into soft and tears brimmed in. You were securely protected by his embrace on his lap.

The others entered the room and found you in that condition and they felt relieved that you were safe. They surrounded your figure, some praising you and some asking you if the enemies hurt you somewhere.

Even though you were denying, none was fully convinced.

No one blamed you.

“I’m sorry…I should’ve listened to you all.”

Hongjoong knelt in front of you and cupped your face, “it’s okay. We should protect you more. Just stay with us and don’t leave us ever. We are going to risk ourselves to protect you, the daughter of our boss.”

You held his wrist and shook your head, “Call me yours. Say you will protect me because I’m yours. Because you all don’t want to lose me.”

“Y/n…you are more precious than you think you are.” he said and pecked your forehead with adoration in his eyes.

Seonghwa knelt beside the leader and held your hand comfortingly, pressing a soft kiss on it. San shifted your body to make you feel comfortable in his hold. “Just know one thing, we love you not because you are his daughter but we are in love with you. We fell in love with an innocent girl.”

“I fell in love too……with you all.” you murmured and thought no one heard it except the three near you but you were so wrong because there was a boost feeling in the rest of them after hearing you. San kissed the crown of head and whispered, “I love you so much, y/n. It hurts whenever I see danger around you.”

Yunho was quick to sweep you off the floor and you squealed in surprise, “well, Tiny. as far as I want to show you my love for you right now. This place is making me anxious. Let’s go home.”

“To my safe place.” hearing your sweet words, he kissed the tip of your nose. Jongho smiled reassuringly at you that even if enemies are trying to hurt you, they would rescue you but now as they know that the complicated feelings of theirs have been solved after the mutual acceptance, they won't be leaving your side ever.

When you all were about to step out of the room, a man held a gun towards Yunho, at you in his grip. He clenched his jaw but before anyone could process anything, Mingi was quick to hold his gun towards the man and stepped forward Yunho, hiding you both with his large frame and shot the man.

He turned around and smirked, “now this is more fun to kill people because of you.”

You turned your face to the other side and could hear others laugh, “keep that shit away.”

“No cursing, tiny.”

Mingi caressed your head before planting a kiss to the side, “you should at least know how to use it.”

Wooyoung led the way out of the warehouse and kept in check of any possible danger in their way.

Entering the car, you sat between Wooyoung and Yeosang when the youngest one of them entangled his hands with yours and you looked at him with a surprise, “hm?” he pressed a kiss on your cheek, “thanks for trusting us in your father’s place.”

“Thanks for keeping me safe like he did.”

“Even my shadow will protect you forever and my love will guide you back to home.” he put his head on your shoulder.

“ I know.”

When you turned to the other side, Yeosang was already staring at you and when he caught your eyes, he smiled, “I didn’t imagine this is how we would be confessing our feelings. But thanks for letting us know that you care for us too, like your dad.”

“I was so scared today. Because of all the lurking danger, I hated to be in this mafia life and my dad hid me from this dark side of the world but thanks to you all for saving me from the lonely world out there after his death. When I thought that today I’m going to die, the only last hope I had was one of you to save me. And you did. All of you did.”

He nodded and patted his shoulder, you obligingly leaned your head on it and he caressed your head softly, “we are always here to keep you safe and to love you forever.”

With cautious optimism, you all embarked on a journey of self-discovery and love, navigating the complexities of the newfound relationship with courage and resilience. Together, you forged a bond that transcended time and circumstance, proving that love could blossom in the most unexpected of places.

As you watched the view outside hand in hand, gazing at the stars above from the window of the car, all of you knew that love was a testament to the enduring power of connection and the infinite possibilities that awaited on the horizon. In each other's arms, you found solace, strength, and the courage to embrace the beautiful uncertainties of life's journey.

After all, you did the right thing. Accepting the extended hand of the leader and being inside the boundary of protection and love.

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated. Spread love not hate. If my favoritism is showing with some members then please try to understand oz they are my bias.

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jksprincess10 · 10 months

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Cardigan || Joel Miller x reader

Summary: You’re lost in the memories of your intense relationship with your dad’s boss when you find a significant object.

CW: Age gap relationship (Joel is 50, reader is in her 20s), alcohol, weed, daddy issues, angst, breakup, flirting, teasing, daddy kink, dirty talk, bj, swallowing, unprotected pv, masturbation

Here it is ! My frist fic for the Folklore anthology!

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

Your childhood bedroom was almost all packed-up, boxes piled up in different corners. You were thrilled to have your own place and have your own big girl job, without the constant weight of your dad’s indifference.

You only had to check under the bed to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Your hands found the hard shape of a box. You pulled it out and opened it. Inside, a somewhat ordinary flannel shirt was neatly folded. You took it between your fingers, traced a few lines on the dark green fabric, and you held it against your face to smell the memories of a man. Cologne, maybe a slight scent of weed you had smoked that night.

His name echoed in your mind, and you felt the tears prickling your eyes.

But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight, I I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, I

The bar was swarming with drunk guys from the company your dad worked for. His boss, Mr. Miller, was equally drunk. His shirt was loosened up somewhere along the way, his tie hanging pathetically around his neck. You were busy looking at him, while your father was showing you off like a trophy, raving about your accomplishments in college. When in reality, he didn’t care at all.

“She’s such a smart cookie, isn’t she.”

Your dad’s voice got drowned in the ambient music. You were just hoping Mr. Miller would notice you. Would call you smart. And good. And pretty. But he was busy, everyone around was asking for his attention.

“I’m gonna get some air for a bit, dad.” You excused yourself awkwardly as the men he was talking to were looking at you like fresh meat.

You passed through the bar’s sweaty bodies until you were gratified with the cool air from the starless night. You sat down in the alleyway separating the bar from another one, and you rummaged through your purse to find some relief. You took the rolled joint between your fingers and lit it up, your lips pulling on the herb until you exhaled shakily.

After a few generous puffs, you panicked when you heard somebody coming your way. When the person got closer, you recognized Mr. Miller’s broad silhouette under the streetlights.

His irises behind his thick-framed glasses weren’t deceiving him; his employee’s angelic daughter was hiding to smoke weed. He got closer, and the scent of his masculine cologne filled your nose.

“Oh shit, what do we have here…” He chuckled.

“Don’t tell dad.” You mumbled and offered him the joint. He took it between his thick fingers and smoked for a bit, before giving it back to you. “Just had to get out… Can’t stand the way he shows me around.”

You didn’t know why you were telling him all of this, but he had this fatherly aura to him, and you craved an older man’s reassurance.

“So, you ain’t havin’ fun, sweetheart?”

You didn’t know if it was the drugs or your nickname, but your mind felt blurrier when he called you like that.

“Now, I am.” You smirked.

You didn’t know if you were imagining things, but you saw a devilish sparkle in his dark eyes.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know, I finally have my dad’s boss attention.” You shrugged and stepped on your finish joint bud, ashes disappearing in the grey concrete. “You’re hot, Mr. Miller.”

His cheeks were red – a mix between alcohol consumption and shyness.

“Are you drunk, findin’ an old man like me hot?”

“Barely.” You said.

But, he was drunk when his figure hovered over yours and his fingers grabbed on to your chin to lift it up.

“You’re playin’ dangerous games, sweetheart.”

“I know.” You pulled on his blue button-up shirt to bring him closer, and crashed your lips against his. They were surprisingly soft, and his breath was minty with a hint of beer. His tongue invaded your mouth, as his calloused hard-working hands were sliding under your shirt to feel your shivering skin.

The party ended with you running away to Mr. Miller’s house with an excuse that “a friend was picking you up and getting you home” – although, “house” wasn’t giving it justice. It was more like a modern mansion.

“You live here alone?” You asked as you took in the sight of the entryway.

“Yes, my daughter Sarah moved away for college. ”

So, his daughter was around your age.

“You want something to drink, sweetheart?”

“Just water, please.”

You sat down in the spacious living room while waiting for him.

“Thank you, Mr Miller.” You said as he gave you the glass.

“Just call me Joel.” He said as he drank from his own glass.

“Okay, Joel.” You tasted the name on your tongue, and he imagined how he could make you whimper his name for the rest of the night.

“Why don’t we pickup where we left off?” He asked after clearing his throat.

You laughed, and cradled his spread thighs, feeling the impressive tent in his pants under you. With your lips pressed against his, you thrusted your hips against his to get some friction.

“Don’t tease me, M’too old for this, sweetheart.” He whispered against the skin of your neck, his hands taking place under your shirt once again.

“How old?” You asked as you melted into his touch.

“50.”

“Fuck.” You couldn’t hide your reaction. His hands went up slowly, feeling your breasts through your bra.

“You like that, sweetheart? You wanna get fucked by a man old enough to be your dad?”

“Yes.” You whimpered breathlessly.

He squeezed your breasts roughly, before peeling off your shirt. Your fingers hastily undid the rest of his halfway undone shirt. You slowly slid down his body until your knees met the fluffy decorative carpet in the living room. You undid his suit pants, and pulled them down a bit. You could already see a wet spot on the fabric of his boxers. You leaned down a pressed a kiss there, that was met with a deep grunt.

“Can I suck it, daddy?”

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, you’re somethin’ else. Go ahead.”

His big hand laid on your head as you pulled down his boxers, letting his dick spring out freely. It was beautifully thick, and the head of it was already leaking. You kitten licked the head, drinking in every drop of precum you could find. He cursed under his breath, as you took in what you could fit in your mouth. You held the base between the circle of your fingers, pumping it slowly between your lips.

“Fuck. You’re so good.”

The praise made you moan around him, vibrations of your voice giving him more sensation. Encouraged by his hand on your head, you slid your mouth up and down at a faster rhythm.

“You want me to cum in your mouth, sweetheart?” He asked as he looked down at you through his glasses. As an answer, you kept going until your jaw was sore.

Finally, you felt him twitch between your lips and shots of cum filled your throat. You let him go, and sat back on his thighs. “So good, baby.” He said as he kissed you softly.

His hand sneaked under your skirt, feeling your wetness through your underwear.

“I’ll have to do somethin’ about this.”

“Please, daddy.” You begged.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars Was all we needed You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'

After that night, even with the two of you sobered up, you found ways to see each other. You’d sneak around, go to fancy bars or restaurants your dad couldn’t afford. You’d kiss in his fancy truck. He was always a nice, gentle lover. But you could tell that your differences sometimes weighted on him.

He was tired that night, resting on the make-shift bed he installed in the box of his truck while you two looked at the stars. But you were restless, energy flowing through your young veins.

“Joel, I know you’re tired…” The name always felt wrong on your tongue, too intimate.

Joel took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Hmmm? What’s goin’ on, sweetheart?”

“I want you. You don’t have to do anything.” To punctuate your words, you kissed his scruffy jaw, the tense skin of his throat. “Let me take care of it – I just… Just need to get off on your dick, please.”

“You’re too generous with me.” He smiled, almost sleepily. “Use me baby. Always yours to use.” He said as he put his glasses back on, the thick black frames framing his beautiful eyes.

“Thank you.” You said breathlessly.

Around him, you always wore dresses or skirts for easier access; the nature of your relationship was pretty clear. While he relaxed beside you, you got yourself ready for him, your fingers crossing the barrier of your panties. Joel was looking at you, his hand stroking himself lazily through his pants. After wetness gushed around your fingers, you felt like you were ready. Joel barely undid his pants, just enough to pop his cock out.

With your panties slipped to the side, you sat on him, your back facing him. His strong hands took place on your hips, holding you while you lined his cock with your hole. When you felt comfortable, you bounced on him slowly. Behind you, you could hear his soft grunts. You used him like this until you met your own high, and kept going with more fervor until he spilled his seed between your walls.

I knew you Leavin' like a father Running like water, I And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

“We can’t keep going like this, sweetheart.”

He wasn’t his usual self; crinkles of worries distorted his face.

“…Why?” You stopped in your tracks and sat on his couch so you wouldn’t fall.

“You deserve someone who can fully commit. You deserve someone young, with whom you can experience life.” You felt the weight of him beside you, and on instinct, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You knew the exact moment your heart broke. “You have so much to learn.”

You pushed him away. “Stop treating me like a child, Joel.”

“Either way, sweetheart. This can’t work. It’s better to stop before you get too attached. M’sorry.”

You got up. “You should’ve indulged in my fantasies in the first place when you knew it couldn’t work.”

“You’re right. T’was wrong.”

You stopped listening after this. The walk to your car felt like a fever dream, and finally, when you were in front of your wheel, you let the tears fall. You thought he would stay. You thought he would care. More than your dad.

But he left.

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time

You were sitting in your backyard, staring up at the sky. Smoke filled your lungs. You breathed out like a dragon. You coughed until you felt a burning sensation, and then, pleasant emptiness. The smoke was the last reminder of the ghost of your relationship with Joel.

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wanderingblindly · 3 months

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i see landoscar in this image don’t ask me how or why! (also i promise i’ll get round to ur lovely ask for my prompt one day awagrgh)

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS PHOTO OH MY GOD!! very much fits into this au i've been turning around in my head like a microwave, oscar as a photography student and lando as his muse (set at the university of washington for,,,, reasons)

pls feel free to submit more fun photo prompts!!

Strangers (Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, 600 words, drabble)

Oscar pulls in a deep breath, the autumnal chill burning on the way down; it makes him cough, nearly knocking him off his unsteady, drunken feet. The green around him spins – it’s too fucking green in this state –, the forest in the distance black under the moonlight. It would be beautifully eerie if Oscar’s world didn’t feel tilted on its axis, if he couldn’t still hear the distant thumping of a club remix that would have been outdated in 2012.

He walks away from the house slowly, shuddering as a damp breeze grazes his skin. That’s another thing, it’s never really dry here – constantly drizzling, constantly misting, constantly green. Spongey. Wrapping his arms around himself tightly, Oscar steps off the pavement and into the road, a quiet neighborhood street that’s wider than anything he ever saw back home.

Nothing here is like what he’s seen back home, really.

With a heaving sigh, breath ghostly white in the moonlight, Oscar sits down on the curb. He can see the gentle mist, nothing more than static suspended in the air, as it drifts in the beams of the moon, the warm glow of the streetlights. Like a mix of silver and gold, Oscar takes in the lights around him – dividing the night into two different worlds.

It’s finally quiet, the rumblings from the house party just far enough away that he can tune it out. If he strains, he can hear the faint rustlings of evergreen needles in the woods, the gentle brushing of barren deciduous trees’ branches. And footsteps behind him.

A man comes to stand in front of him, a soft head of curls and full, feathery white wings illuminated from behind – the golden light of the streetlamp like a halo, the full moon overhead like a wash of purity. Oscar stares up at him, the angel, and takes in the way the lights play with the sharp angle of his cheekbones, highlighting his collarbones through his sheer shirt – growing damp in the midnight mist.

He looks down at him as Oscar continues to look up, chin tilted back to take him in – mouth hanging slightly agape.

“Youuuuu –” Oscar starts, the word coming out misshapen on his tongue. The angel smiles down at him, the sharp curve of his cupid's bow making it look like a heart. Oscar’s never seen anyone, even anything, look so ethereal.

“Cat got your tongue?” He laughs, accent sounding closer to home than anything he’s heard since he moved. The angel reaches out with sure hands and plucks the cat ear headband off Oscar’s head, placing it on his own with a wink. It nestles perfectly in the home of his curls, that part of Oscar.

“You – can I –” He tries again, eyes caught in the confusing kaleidoscope of the angel's eyes. “For class, can I? Pictures. Of you.”

“You an art kid?”

Oscar nods, words dying in his mouth as the angel raises a brow at him. His wings ruffle in the breeze, almost like he’s agitated at the suggestion. The moment of silence stretches on between them, Oscar desperately trying to remember the way the light casts delicate shadows under his eyes and the angel looking down at him. Contemplating, maybe.

“Let’s make a deal.” He says, reaching his hand out again – running his fingers through Oscar’s hair like he’s done it before. “If you remember this, if you ask me again, then yes. Ok?”

Oscar lets his head lull back completely, like the angel’s hand snapped it back. “Anything.”

“Right, no need to be weird ‘bout it.”

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the-yoru-whoru · 2 years

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Protective Yoru x reader inspired by this funny tweet by @/llwslov on Twitter lol ( disclaimer I’ve never been to a concert before so it’s probably not accurate ) ( I kinda fell off the main theme but WHATEVER ) ( sfw ) ( no smut ) ( only kisses ) ( tw some harassment )

The two of you pushed through the crowd slowly, Yoru’s grip around your wrist tight and steady.

Usually the man would never go to places as crowded as these, would rather die then have to deal with huge packs of people and loud noises, but for you he found himself doing just about anything.

You wanted so bad to see this concert, and practically beg him to come with.

It didn’t take much convincing, but now that he was actually here he was almost thankful you had invited him.

You were looking amazing, make up soft and glamorous, the small sparkles spread across your cheekbones and eyelids making you look almost angelic.

The dress you had on was dangerously short, and was more revealing then anything he’s ever seen you wear before.

It was unexpected, yes, but the smile on your face and the confidence you showed made him feel something warm and mushy inside for you.

Ugh. Sappy shit.

Finally the two of you found your seats, not too far in the back but not directly in front of the stage either, mostly to protect your hearing.

He let you sit down first, giving the people around him a quick look over out of habit before settling down in his seat as well.

You were fidgeting in your seat, eyes bright and excited.

Yoru just threw an arm over your shoulder and kept a look out, years of caution and security making him careful in any public setting, especially when you were with him; he wasn’t letting you out of his sight tonight.

The concert went by smoothly, it was entertaining enough even though he didn’t understand what was going on most of the time, and watching your excitement and happiness was probably the best part of it all.

Afterwards, the two of you walked back to his bike, you waving your arms around as you talked about how cool everything way and how much fun you had with the biggest smile on your face.

Yoru just smiled contently too, arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you to himself snugly.

The summer night was warm, and the soft streetlights on the side of the road made the dark feel more calming than scary.

But, when Yoru came upon his bike that was parked a bit ways from the concert hall, he noticed that he was missing something.

“Shit,” He grimaced, “I forgot our helmets under the seat.”

You looked up at him worriedly, “What are we gonna do?”

Yoru frowned even more; he hated to see the dampen on your mood.

He released his hold on your waist, looking to the side as he weighted his options.

“Stay here, I’ll go and grab them and be right back,” He finally decided.

“What? No, I’m coming with you!” You tried to argue, but he just levelled you with a stern look.

“Your legs are shaking,” he said bluntly, gesturing at your slightly trembling stance, “You’re tired. Don’t worry, I won’t take long, I’ll run.”

During the concert you had been standing a lot, jumping around in those high heels of yours; he could see the strain it was putting on your ankles but didn’t want to interrupt your fun, only now it was pretty clear by the swollen marks around you feet.

You looked like you wanted to protest more, but just sighed and sat down, taking your heels off.

“Alright,” you said begrudgingly, “Thanks Yoru.”

He only nodded before shrugging his jacket off and placing it on your shoulder, letting himself appreciate the adorable way you snuggled into the cloth for a moment.

Then he turned and ran back to the concert stadium, shoes pounding against the pavement and hair flying up in all directions.

Walking from his bike to the concert had been about 10 minutes, if he ran fast enough he could probably shorten it to 5.

Leaving you alone in the dark didn’t make him feel good, but he had no choice, and the best he could do was minimize that alone time as much as possible.

He arrived back at your previous seats, a few people still milling about.

Yoru quickly spotted the helmets and scooped them up, already turning to run back to his partner.

He finally makes it back, and the scene that greets him is exactly what he had been fearing.

Three men; one of them holds a glass bottle loosely in one of his hands, the other leans against Yoru’s motorcycle, leaving greasy fingerprints on the pristine metal.

Worst of all is the man who has an arm slid halfway across your waist, smile carnivorous and eyes creeping up and down your exposed body.

Seeing those greasy hands touch all over what was his made Yoru’s skin crawl, mind flooding with rage.

It feels like slow motion when all those leering eyes turn towards him, while your tearful ones melt into relief at his presence.

“Back off,” Yoru manages to grit out, tone deadly.

His hands aren’t clenched into fists are his sides, rather they are tensed into a claw, preparing to grab at his mask and take action.

But he doesn’t.

He stands there in front of the group, helmets placed off to the side.

One of the men, white and broad, scoffs and comes to stand in front of you slowly; blocking Yoru’s view.

Now he’s pissed off.

Yoru raises his hands in front of his face seriously , “Big mistake.”

The man looks like he’s about to say something snarky, but doesn’t get the chance before Yoru’s fist is smashed into his jaw, the impact sending the other man tumbling against the rough asphalt.

The rest of the fight feels like a blur with how quickly he takes down the creeps.

By the end of it, his fists are stained red with blood not belonging to him, and the others run off with broken noses and fractured limbs.

Barely breaking a sweat, he watches them stumble off before turning to something much more important; you.

“Fuck, I never should have left you here alone,” He apologizes, almost desperately ,”Are you alright?”

You face is downcast in a way so that he can’t see your eyes, only the trembling form of your bare shoulders.

He stays quiet and leans towards you, crimson stained hands brushing against your soft skin, as if he was afraid of dirtying you.

You sniffle, and then quickly wrap your arms around Yoru’s waist, crying out of relief and adrenaline.

“I’m s-sorry,” You blubber, “I-I tried to say no but—”

Your boyfriend cuts you off, finally pulling you toward himself protectively, “Don’t apologize. None of this was your fault, not in the slightest.”

You only sob harder, letting out your feelings as you grip onto his shirt tightly.

Finally you calm down, and Yoru feels horrible when you pull away and he sees your puffy red eyes.

“I know you say it’s not my fault, but,” Your voice is quiet, “Maybe if I hadn’t been all dressed up they wouldn’t have tried to touch me. If I hadn’t tried to be such a show off maybe….” You trail off.

Yoru can’t help the second rage of fury that rises inside of him, but he tampers it quickly, wanting nothing more then for you to stop crying and to smile again.

He takes your hand and slowly brings it up to his face, pressing a soft kiss to your skin, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Don’t hide your beauty because of scum who can’t handle it. I’ll fight any amount of men if it means I get to see you all pretty and dolled up for me. I don’t fucking care.”

Your face immediately flushes a deep red, and the bewildered look on your face is already a huge improvement from the previous one.

“I-I don’t want you to have to fight! It’s okay, really!”

Yoru scoffs and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear affectionately, “Idiot, I’m going to be fighting people either way, might as well be for someone worthwhile.”

You fall silent, and he takes the opportunity to bend down and kiss you on your lips quickly, pulling you away before you can react.

He then turns his face away quickly, annoyed by the red that starts tinting his cheeks.

You two may be a couple but, kissing still felt a bit too…intimate; to Yoru, that is.

“A-anyways. Let me drive you home. If we wait around any longer there might be even more scumbags like those. Then I’d have to break even more noses.”

You giggle slightly at his awkwardness, and quickly take his hand, the one with the least blood on it at least, already feeling better.

“Thank you, Ryo,” You say genuinely.

“It’s nothing,” he grumbles, but the soft squeeze of his hand tells you that he is happy too.

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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Mandela Prophet AU: Long Walk Home

Adam finds himself abandoned when Jonah flees the home they were investigating. On the walk back to Bythorne, Adam’s approached by a tall figure, looking vaguely like an angel. It seems it has an offer for him.

TW: blood/gore, body horror, character death, mentions of spiders and mentions of things crawling under skin

Notes: this is around 3,600 words long, and is the basic idea I have for the beginning of this new au, taking place right after the events of vol 2. Things are most likely going to change lore wise later on, so this fic may be outdated within like. A week-

Either way, hope you enjoy!

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God, Adam hated the cold.

With his arms pressed against his stomach, he walked down the ice and snow covered street, barely able to see anything past the scarce streetlights he passed under if he was lucky. His hoodie, which was black with yellow lettering spelling “BPS” on his chest, wasn’t enough to keep him warm during the winter, and he was beginning to regret wearing ripped blue jeans. His chestnut brown hair poked out from under his hood, covering his forehead. His already pale face seemed even more desaturated from the cold, aside from his nose and cheeks, which were turning a shade of pink.

“You…f-fucking asshole…” He shuddered, his breath clouding the air in front of his face. “Prick…”

He wanted nothing more than a car; hell, he would’ve risked hitchhiking if it meant he wasn’t stuck in the cold. He was pissed off, sure, though he was starting to worry more about freezing to death on an empty road on the outskirts of Mandela. The second he saw Jonah again, he was going to punch him for leaving him behind. What kind of “friend” just ditches someone like that? Perhaps Adam should’ve expected it. Jonah was never the brave type, so it did seem in character for him to pussy out. At the very least, Adam still had his camera in his backpack, and he had killer footage to show Sarah when he got back to base. Jonah missed out on the encounter of a lifetime.

As Adam walked, narrowly slipping on the occasional black ice patch, he shivered, glancing up and down the road to see if anyone was there. Of course, no one was, but he needed any optimism he could get. He could see the outlines of yellow signs signaling a turn in the road, meaning he was nearly to the border between Mandela and Bythorne. Adam let out a sigh of relief, realizing he was nearly there and nearly to being in an actually warm house. Perhaps kicking Jonah’s ass could wait; he decided he just wanted to sleep.

Adam shook his head, pressing his crossed arms against his stomach even more to conserve body heat. He walked next to the side of the road, following the turn before it finally straightened again. However, Adam paused when he made it to the end of the turn. He looked around, noticing something; it had stopped snowing, and it was completely silent. He was used to hearing the sound of the occasional bird or other animal in the woods next to him, but it sounded as if all of them dropped dead at once, or were otherwise choked out.

Adam could only hear his quiet breathing as he hesitantly stepped forward, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach. As he walked, he caught something in his vision, and looked up. A tall shape with bird-like wings passed by, disappearing into the darkness. Adam stepped backwards a step, his breath hitching as his blue eyes fixated on the pitch-black sky above him. He began to walk backwards, wondering if he should keep going or flee. However, when the shape came back into view, he realized he didn’t have time to make his decision.

The figure landed right in front of him, forcing him to stumble back, slipping on the ice before falling onto the pavement. He yelled in shock, both from the sudden pain in his back, but also from seeing what was standing right in front of him. They were a tall humanoid shape, wearing a long pale grey robe over their body. They had a metal collar around their long neck, though it was unclear what type of metal it was, as the beings spotless clothes and even skin were completely monochromatic, all different shades of grey. It had long, wavy hair draping over its shoulders and back. What got Adam’s attention were the large wings on their back, its feathers white and clean. However, Adam could see exposed muscle and bone under the feathers, as if the wings were wounded or not fully formed.

Adam stared up at its face, seeing that it was smiling softly, its dilated pupils staring deep into his very soul. They folded their hands in front of their body, watching as Adam froze in place.

“…W…Who…what…are you?” Adam sputtered.

“…You truly are a fool aren’t you?” The figure’s voice was soft, yet sounded as if they were being choked. “You decided to follow the tulpa…instead of living up to your true purpose.”

“…What…?” Adam said, shakily standing up, trying his best not to slip again.

“Adam…I’ve been watching you from afar.” The figure continued. “You disappoint me. Perhaps it was too much of me to think you wouldn’t fall for his…tricks.”

“I…I did the right thing.” Adam defended.

“Oh…Adam.” The figure chuckled, their smile widening. “You’ve been led astray so far, haven’t you? You’ve lost yourself.”

Adam remained silent, wondering what the hell the fake angel was trying to say.

“However…I’ve decided to bestow upon you…everything you’ve wanted.” The figure stated. “I will give you the push you need to finally…do the right thing.”

“I want nothing to do with you.” Adam responded, gritting his teeth. “Just…fuck off already!”

The figure laughed, his voice accompanied by multiple other voices, all laughing in horrific unison. “Oh…you don’t understand how wrong you are.” The figure said, stepping, or more accurately hovering, towards him. “You’ve been searching for something, haven’t you? Knowledge no man should never have. Is that not what you’ve been searching for?”

Adam paused, his brows furrowing as his frustration turned into concern and confusion. “…How did you know that?”

“I know everything about you, Murray.” The figure said. “Though do not be afraid, I am not here to hurt you. Instead, I am here to grant you your wish.”

Adam stared at them as the held out their hand, revealing what appeared to be an apple. He stared at the fruit for a second before meeting the figures gaze once again. “You can have everything you’ve ever wanted…and more.” They said, their smile widening further than should be possible. “All you have to do…is follow my lead, and you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”

Adam approached the figure, staring at the apple in their hand with hesitation. “…Follow…your…lead?” Adam asked.

“I am here to help you, only if you help me.” The figure said. “All I ask for is your agreement. I can do everything else…you just need to give me your word.”

It seemed too good to be true; a ruse. Everything handed to him in an instant? It felt like a dream, though it wasn’t like he had anything better left for him. Adam grasped onto the apple, staring at the red fruit with a look of pensiveness on his face. The figure walked behind him, grasping his shoulders and leaning in closer. “Everything will be ours…all you need to do…is follow me.” It whispered, with Adam being able to hear that it was smiling its far too wide smile. Adam continued to stare at the fruit in his hand, all while the figure breathed down his neck, and despite the nagging feeling in the back of Adam’s head, he lifted the apple up, and bit into it.

It didn’t taste like an apple; it tasted like charcoal and rotten meat. He held it away from his face, seeing the bite mark left in it. The inside of the apple was completely black like ink, and he could see thin, bug leg like appendages sticking out of it, twitching slightly. Adam dropped the “fruit”, seeing it turn into mush the second it hit the ground. He could hear the figure cackling, the horrid laughter burying itself into his ears as he coughed and tried to get the bite of whatever the hell the apple was out of his body. However, it was already down his throat, and even if he tried to gag himself, it wouldn’t budge.

“Thank you, Murray.” The figure said, their eyes wide and their smile even wider. “You have made everything so simple for me.”

Adam would’ve asked what the fuck he just ate if he weren’t on his knees, trying to get himself to throw up. The figure stared at him, still laughing with its distorted voice. “Go now, Adam.” The figure said. “You need not worry about the word of the tulpa anymore.”

Adam looked back towards where the figure was, seeing that they had disappeared into thin air. Adam stood up, grasping his stomach as he looked around for where the figure disappeared to. He saw nothing, but he could feel his stomach squirming, deciding to try and ignore it before stumbling down the road. He didn’t know what the hell he had just done; only that he regretted it already. Now that his mind was clear and the trance was gone, he could see clearly the mistake he had made.

He walked and walked for what felt like forever, the discomfort in his stomach growing with each step. He felt like he was about to throw up, but he wasn’t even granted that, as if his stomach was completely empty. He grasped his stomach as he tried to shake off the nausea rushing over him. His insides hurt like hell, and by the time he was nearing Mandela’s border, he felt like collapsing. He looked up, and couldn’t describe the relief he felt when he saw the taillights of a car parked on the side of the road. He didn’t care who was there, as long as they’d be willing to help.

As Adam grew closer, he noticed that there was a man beside the vehicle, crouching down with his back against the side of the car. He was covering his face, as if he was sobbing to himself. Adam could see the clothes he was wearing, which were a black leather jacket over a white sweatshirt, along with blue jeans and red high tops. He had silver hair, and when Adam saw the familiar dyed hair, he realized who it was; Jonah.

“J…Jonah?” Adam tried to yell, though his voice was caught in his throat. However, despite the rasp in his voice, Jonah seemed to hear him. Jonah lifted his head, looking over to see Adam stumbling towards the car. Jonah’s eyes seemed red from crying, and tears were running down his face.

“Adam?” Jonah asked before scrambling to his feet. “ADAM!” Jonah ran over to his friend, catching him when he nearly collapsed.

“You…fucking dickhead.” Adam muttered.

“I-I’m sorry…” Jonah said. “I didn’t know what to d—”

“Shut up…” Adam said, grimacing. “Just…get us the fuck out of here.”

Jonah led Adam to the car, lightly pushing him into the passenger seat before running around the car and hopping into the driver’s seat. As soon as they were both inside, Jonah started the car and started driving down the dark road.

Adam leaned against the window, grasping his stomach as he tried to push down the discomfort and nausea he felt inside of him. Jonah glanced over at him every once in a while, completely silent. Adam glanced at Jonah for a second before weakly speaking. “I…didn’t expect you to actually…listen to me.”

Jonah looked at Adam through the corner of his eye. “I’m…sorry.” Jonah sighed. “I-I was…scared. I couldn’t stay there.”

Adam scoffed slightly. “You’re in a paranormal group…and you’re scared of ghosts?”

“Not ghosts.” Jonah said, hesitating before continuing. “…I’m scared of…alternates.”

Adam shook his head slightly before looking through the window. He shuddered slightly, feeling a strange twitch in his torso.

“I’m just…happy to see you, man.” Jonah said before scoffing slightly. “Unless…I’m a fucking idiot and you’re not actually him.”

“You want to check?” Adam said, looking at Jonah. “My eyes are blue; their eyes are black. I’m not one of them.”

Jonah stared at him for a few seconds before focusing back on the road. “I…I don’t know. I guess I’m just kinda…surprised...?” Jonah seemed to regret saying that immediately judging by the slight grimace. Adam glared at him, his expression darkening.

“You think…I died in there?” Adam asked.

Jonah remained silent, though the look of nervousness on his face was prevalent. He glanced at Adam before his shoulders tensed up. “…yes.”

Adam sighed, looking out of the window with furrowed brows. “Of course.” He sighed. He wanted to be mad at Jonah; to yell at him about how he was an idiot and how angry he was that he left him behind due to a stupid assumption. However, before he could get those words out, a sharp pain in his chest and stomach interrupted him. He pressed his hands against his torso, hunching over with a pained groan. Jonah looked over to see the hurt look on his face, immediately furrowing his brows.

“You alright?” Jonah asked.

“I…I-I don’t know.” Adam said, trying to ignore the squirming he felt inside his chest. “…I think…I need a…hospital.”

Jonah breathed heavily, staring forward at the road in front of him, seeing the sign on the edge of Mandela and Bythorne. “We’ll be there soon.” Jonah tried to sound comforting, though his uncertainty was audible.

Adam scowled, his breathing becoming heavier despite it becoming harder to do so. His throat felt tight, and the discomfort in his torso was beginning to be agonizing. Jonah looked back towards Adam, seeing that he couldn’t stay still, either bouncing his leg or rocking back and forth. “…Shit…we’ll be there soon, don’t worry—” Jonah was interrupted when Adam abruptly spat out blood onto the dashboard. Adam covered his now bloody mouth, the red substance running through his fingers. Jonah’s eyes widened before his breath began to quicken. “Oh…fuck…”

“O-Out.” Adam muttered.

“What?”

“I…want…out.”

Jonah hesitantly pressed his foot against the brake, pulling over to the side of the road, right by a wheat field on the border of Bythorne. As soon as the car stopped moving, Adam shakily reached for the car door, opening it before stumbling out. Jonah followed, watching as Adam hobbled in front of the car, the headlights hitting his back before he collapsed. He fell to his knees, hunching over, while pressing one of his hands on the cold and damp pavement.

Jonah ran over to him, crouching down before lightly placing his hand on Adam’s back. Jonah didn’t know what he could say to him, though before he could say anything, Adam began to talk.

“O-Out…out…” He muttered, his eyes wide. “I…I c…can’t...”

“Shit, shit…wh-what do you need?!” Jonah questioned. “What can I do?!”

“Shut up…shut up…just shut the fuck up!” Adam clenched his jaw as he said that, though Jonah had the slight feeling he wasn’t talking to him. “Get out…GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!”

Tears ran down Adam’s face as the pain in his stomach and back became too much to bear. Jonah couldn’t do much aside from watch his friend double over in pain, frozen with no clue what he could possibly do to help. Jonah wanted to say something, but flinched when he felt something move under his hand. He jerked his arm away from Adam’s back, standing up as he stared at him with confusion.

Jonah could see something crawling under the skin on Adam’s back, scratching under the surface for a way out. It prodded at Adam’s jacket, each movement making Adam cry out in pain. He screamed as Jonah began to stumble backwards, only screaming even louder when something broke through his skin, erupting from his back. It was a large, blackened, bony hand, connected to a long and mangled arm. It pressed itself on the ground next to Adam’s curled up body as Jonah fell tripped over himself and fell to the ground. He crawled backwards, yelling out in shock, fear, and confusion, his screams adding to the choir along with Adam’s agonized cries.

Jonah watched, frozen as he crawled backwards towards the car, only stopping when his back hit the grill in between the headlights. He watched as another impossibly long arm forced itself out of Adam’s body, following the other by pressing itself on the ground the opposite side of the other one. Three more pairs of smaller, more human looking arms followed suit, reaching up into the night sky. Jonah couldn’t help but compare the arms to a spiders legs; eight thin appendages that twitch and move in strange ways. Jonah always thought spiders were hated more than they deserved, and even found a few of them cute on occasion. However he didn’t think he’d ever like them again.

Adam slowly turned towards his side, seeing four bloodied arms reaching for his head. One of them grasped his hair, pulling his head back as the other three lunged towards him. Adam grasped two of them, pushing them away as best he could, despite the weakness and the pain coursing through his veins. He succeeded in keeping them at bay, though the third one managed to get through, latching itself on Adam’s mouth, covering it and making his screams become muffled. Adam felt the two other arms push harder and harder, though didn’t notice the two last human arms reaching for him. They grasped Adam’s wrists, forcing his arms down and making him let go. The two now free arms also latched onto his face, covering both of his eyes. Adam struggled, trying to break out of the arm’s clutch, his head twitching and his throat raw from screaming.

Jonah could hear Adam’s screams slowly become quieter, and soon enough, Adam’s head lowered and his own arms fell to his sides. It became completely silent aside from Jonah’s harsh breathing and the faint sound of wind. He couldn’t tell if Adam was dead, though his body seemed as still as a corpse, at least until the two largest arms began to move again. They pushed against the ground, lifting Adam’s body up into the air until his feet didn’t touch the ground. It turned around, the hand clasping Adam’s head making him face Jonah.

Jonah was completely frozen in fear, staring up at what used to be his friend. Tears ran from underneath the hands covering Adam’s eyes, and blood trickled down onto the pavement from the open wounds in his back. The hand covering Adam’s mouth was lifted away from it temporarily, and when his mouth opened, spider like appendages flicked out, black as coal. Jonah could do nothing as the thing grew closer, and with nothing else to do, he began to scream as much as his vocal chords would allow. Despite the screams echoing across the field and into the night air, no one heard them, and he was left at the mercy of his old friend.

Adam found himself face down on the snow when he woke up. His entire body ached, sore enough to make moving at all difficult. His eye lids opened, and he felt his face and body going numb from the cold. His back was exposed to the wind through the large holes in his clothes, all stained with rapidly drying blood. Adam didn’t want to move, only wanting to go back to sleep, though dying from hypothermia was the last thing he wanted, so despite how sore his muscles were, he needed to get the fuck out of there.

Adam slowly pushed himself to his feet, his spine audibly popping as he did so. He looked forward, seeing that he was at the edge of the forest, standing in the field he saw on the side of the road. He turned around, seeing the headlights of the car in the near distance. Adam immediately began to stumble towards it, seeing his ticket out of there. However, he saw something in the corner of his eye. He could see Jonah, laying in the middle of the field. Adam paused, staring at Jonah before he began to approach him. “J…Jonah…?” Adam weakly called. When he became close enough to see Jonah clearly however, Adam completely froze, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at the scene in front of him. Jonah was there, though Adam couldn’t see his face; it wasn’t even there.

Jonah’s body was splayed across the snow, as if he was starting a snow angel. Blood poured onto the snow from his head, or where it should have been. His head was completely missing, with nothing but a bloody, torn stump of flesh muscle and bone, with blood beginning to freeze into icicles from the wound. Adam’s gaze turned towards the message written in large bloody letters in the snow; “COWARD.”

Adam staggered backwards towards the road, his gaze fixed on Jonah’s body as he slowly made his way back to the car. “What…the fuck…what the fuck…” He muttered under his breath over and over, unsure of how he felt. He felt as though he should’ve been absolutely mortified, scrambling for the hills from the sight of a corpse. However, he felt…tired more than anything; tired and empty. He wanted to feel bad for Jonah, but for some reason, he didn’t truly feel much at all. That scared him more than the decapitation.

When he made it to the car, he immediately swung open the driver’s side door and hopped in. His back stung when he leaned back in his seat, grabbing the keys that were already in the ignition before starting the engine. He took one last look at Jonah’s body, which laid in the distance, barely visible from his position. Adam then forced himself to look away, pressing his foot against the gas as he drove into Bythorne. He wished the radio in the car actually worked; maybe then he wouldn’t have had to listen to the new voices he could hear in his head.

#shmorp writes sometimes #Mandela prophet #tmc #Adam murray #jonah marshall #alternate gabriel #blood #blood tw #gore tw #body horror #tw character death #spiders tw #kinda??? basically just mentions of them #wowee. I really just wanted to write something for the prophet so. here’s this #again. pretty sure the lore will change later but hey. you know. the thing-#this is the current base idea for the kinda origin of the prophet #Prophet Adam (tmc)

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