#him: 'you've passed this dead body 4 times and it looks different every time. It's not right'

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Imagine being the reincarnation of Dracula's long lost love: part 10

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Dracula helped you out of the coffin and held you close in his arms, not wanting to ever let you go again.

"Vlad, I was so scared." You told him, pressing your face into his chest.

"Me too." He said, stroking your hair. So he was right after all. You were Maria. You had finally come back to him at last.

You still felt weak and held on to Dracula for support. Not only did you feel weak, but you felt... different. You didn't know what it was, but it was like all your senses were maxed out. It was so overwhelming. There was also this new scent that you discovered. It smelled delicious, but what was it? You wondered looking around trying to find the source.

"What did you mean that you remember everything?" Van Helsing asked, concerned for you.

You faced him, realizing just where that smell was coming from. Your eyes shined bright red, an intense hunger in them...hunger for blood. Normally you would have been repelled by such a thing, but right now you needed it more than ever. Van Helsing watched you nervously as you inched toward him.

"Y/N?" He said nervously backing away, but you did not answer. All you could think about was his blood, the taste of it on your lips. Dracula noticing your odd behavior, grabbed you by your shoulders and held you back. Why? He did not know. He had wanted to kill Van Helsing himself earlier. Perhaps he was trying to prevent you from doing something you would regret.

You squirmed, trying to wriggle free, but Dracula held you firmly in place. "Let me go!" You hissed at him, revealing for the first time your fresh new set of fangs. Van Helsing stared at you wide eyed. What had he done? You were no longer the sweet, brave, and kind Y/N, you were now a monster. He should never have let Dracula turn you. But then you would be dead...looking at you now, maybe it would have been better that way. He just lost it in a moment of grief.

"Calm down, darling." Dracula spoke in a soft voice, trying to soothe you. "You will feed soon, I promise."

Van Helsing glanced up at him. "What do you mean?" 

"She is in a very crucial time right now. She needs to feed." Dracula urgently explained to him.

"So what will you do, go kill another innocent person?" He asked, raising his voice.

"We have no choice."

Van Helsing sighed. "Then she can have some of mine."

"That is not necessary, Doctor Van Helsing." He refused.

"Yes it is. I won't have you or her killing anyone else. I'll run into town and get my supplies. I'll be back soon." He said, buttoning up his coat, turning to leave.

"Henry, take the coach if it's still there and take him home." Dracula ordered. Henry nodded and promptly followed Van Helsing out.

A few minutes later the tapping of horseshoes against the ground could be heard as they disappeared into the night leaving you and Dracula alone. You closed your eyes and let out a long sigh, then looked up at him.

"Is that what it's like for you all the time?" You asked, now realizing how difficult life was for him. How tempting it was to feed on human blood. Even now with no mortals around, you desired it. Dracula simply nodded. "It's horrible...I can't believe I wanted to...to..." You winced at the thought of hurting, maybe even killing Lawrence. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you close.

"Come, let's wait for them upstairs." Dracula said, guiding you from the dungeons and up the stairs. When you reached the entry hall your mouth fell open in shock. This was the first time you had seen the castle in ruins. You felt a very intense anger. How dare the townspeople do this to your home, to Dracula's home!

"What do we do Vlad?" You ask, looking around. He squeezed your shoulder and replied, "We'll find some place else. Anywhere is home as long as I have you."

As you waited for Van Helsing to return, your mind wandered. You thought about how strange fate was. In your previous life you were married to Dracula and Van Helsing was his power hungry step-brother who killed you. In this life you were Van Helsing's friend who ultimately reunited you with your lover.

"What's wrong?" Dracula asked, noticing how quiet you had become.

"I was just thinking. What happened after...after I died all those years ago?" You asked. Dracula knew this question was inevitable now.

"Well, Van Helsing fled and joined the Turks. Soon after, we went to war and I was killed during one of the battles. As I lay there dying from my wounds, the devil appeared to me. I sold my soul and in return I would have my revenge on the Van Helsings." He told you.

"That's when you became one of the living dead?" You asked. He nodded. "But Lawrence doesn't know about any of that. He told me he wanted to get rid of you because he thought you were a threat to humanity."

"He's right. I am." He admitted. "I didn't care how many lives I took. How much blood I spilled. None of them mattered as long as I didn't have you. I was just as ruthless in life as I am in death."

"And now?"

He paused for a moment, thinking. "I don't know..."

Suddenly, from out of the wreckage you heard some rustling followed by a series of painful moans. Dracula pushed you behind him ready to attack whatever it was. From beneath the debris, a man crawled out. He was covered in dirt and blood, the smell instantly flooded your nostrils. "H-help me..." The man pleaded as he slowly pulled himself across the floor. Dracula looked over at you and saw the hunger return in your eyes and how you licked your lips, desperate for just a little taste. He didn't want to admit how turned on he was by this. He smiled and stepped aside, letting you pass. He wasn't about to let you miss out on your first meal.

Your eyes were fixed on the man before you, like a predator staring down it's prey, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

"I'll help you." You lied, your voice sounding menacing.

"Oh, thank you I-" He peered up at you and saw what you had become and let out a blood curdling scream. "Nonnnoo! Please!" He cried, cowering away, but you didn't hear him. You were focused on one thing. You grabbed him by his collar and lifted him off the ground making him eye-level with you. You hesitated for a moment. You knew you shouldnt. That this was bad, but he did try to kill you and your love after all. He deserved it. Your mouth was practically watering as the sound of his pulse pounded against your eardrums. Dracula stood behind you and whispered in your ear, "Do it." Before the man could utter another plea for mercy, you sunk your fangs deep into his neck. His blood dripped down your lips and chin as you sucked every last drop from his body. Dracula wanted you now more than ever. You moaned and threw your head back enjoying the taste of blood as it ran down your throat. Once you were finished, you tossed the corpse back into the rubble he crawled out of.

"How do you feel now?" Dracula asked, eyeing you lustfully. You grinned at him. "Much better, darling." You answered in a husky voice, running your finger under his chin. Unable to resist you a moment longer, he twirled you around and pressed you flush against him. Leaning down he licked some of the blood from your lips, then he roughly pressed his mouth on yours. He could still taste the blood as he slipped his tongue inside. It drove him mad. You couldn't help but let out a moan when he suddenly nipped your bottom lip as he pulled away. You both stared longingly into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity.

You went to kiss him again, but were interupted when Henry and Van Helsing returned.

"Y/N! What have you done?!" He exclaimed noticing the fresh blood around your lips, running towards you. He looked down at the man's lifeless body, a horrified expression on his face. "You killed him..."

"What of it?" Dracula sneered.

"Don't you understand? She killed an innocent man!" He yelled.

"He wasn't so innocent when he tried to kill us." You quickly pointed out.

"Y/N, why? I thought you were better than this." 

"I guess I'm not who you thought I was." You said coldly. Van Helsing felt his heart break again at how much you changed. He wanted to take you far away from here, far away from Dracula. To try to find a way to get his Y/N back. He'd rather you be dead than live out eternity like this...Van Helsing sighed. He had no other choice. He had to kill you and Dracula before it was too late.

"I guess not." He agreed. "There's nothing more I can do if this is the life you've chosen. I'm leaving for London tomorrow." Dracula eyed him suspiciously. Was he really willing to just leave you alone? To just ignore the fact that you might kill again. Did he really care for you that much?

"Will I ever see you again?" You asked, still wishing to remain friends. Even though his ancestor had murdered you in your past life you didn't hold it against Lawrence. He was different.

"No, I don't think so." He replied, looking away.

"I'm sorry to hear that." You said sadly, but you understood.

"I am as well." Van Helsing said. You pulled away from Dracula and went over to your friend, pulling him into a hug. Why did you have to do that? He thought. It only made things more difficult for him. He knew the real you was still in there somewhere, but the vampire took her place leaving a shell of what you once were. You placed a quick peck on his cheek and backed away.

"Goodbye, Y/N." He said, knowing that this was the last time he was going to see you alive, knowing that when the sun came up it was up to him to end your damned existence. He turned and left without another word.

Dracula felt your distress and wrapped you in his arms in a comforting embrace. It was getting close to dawn now. He needed to find you a coffin before daylight broke. So, after he knew you were alright he left with Henry to the local cemetery to find you a coffin.

You wandered the castle ruins thinking about Lawrence. He had been your only friend in the world till now. No one else had stopped to give you a second thought, but he did. He was there for you when no one else was. At one point before you came to Transylvania, you thought you loved him, but he was too involved in his work. His work was his ultimate passion, and you knew you couldn't compete, so you never did. You sometimes wondered what it would be like if you had chosen a life with Van Helsing. Would you be a silly little domestic couple with a house and kids? It was an amusing thought, but neither of you were the type.

Finally, Dracula and Henry returned a little while later carrying a coffin. It wasnt anything fancy, but it would do. Perhaps later, you could get a better one. Sunlight started peeking in through the windows as they hurriedly carried it into the dungeons, placing your coffin beside Dracula's.

"Too bad they don't make couple's coffins." You joked.

"Maybe we could have one made." He teased, kissing your neck where he had bitten you, making you shudder. "I love you." You said softly running your fingers through his hair.

"I love you too." It was so pleasant to hear him utter those words. You wanted to hear him say it again and again.

"Sleep well, darling." You said with a yawn, as you lay down suddenly feeling tired. You took one last look at him before shutting the lid. This wasn't an ideal lifestyle, but you loved him and that's all that mattered.

The sun rose into the sky and the birds began to sing their morning song. It would have been a beautiful day if it not had been for the task that Van Helsing had set out to do. He crept back inside the castle, bag in hand, being careful not wanting to draw attention to himself. He stood in the doorway to the dungeons, contemplating his next move. His chest was heavy as the thought about driving a stake into your heart. But he had to do it. He slowly opened the door and walked inside, and down the flight of stairs to the room where Dracula's coffin had been earlier. Now he noticed, that there were two coffins lying side by side, one belonging to you.

He reached inside his bag and pulled out a hammer and a couple of stakes. Van Helsing strode over to your coffin and pulled open the lid. Inside, you lay looking peaceful and content, a small smile on your face. If only it didn't have to be this way...

He pressed the stake between your breasts and raised the hammer high into the air, ready to strike. But he couldn't. The longer he stared down into your beautiful face, the harder it became to do it. He closed his eyes. Maybe if he didn't look at you...But he just couldnt. Why was this so difficult?

Suddenly, a voice shouted out behind him startling him. "Hey! What are you doing?!" Henry shouted, running at him, tackling him to the ground.

"Stop!" Lawrence yelled, shoving Henry off of him. Not listening, Henry raised his fist and slammed it into the side of Van Helsing's face, quickly tearing the stake and hammer out of his grasp.

He shook his head, feeling dazed for a moment.

"How could you do that?! I thought you wanted her alive?!" Henry asked throwing away his weapons across the room.

"I did, but after seeing what she has become I couldnt let her live like that...but I can't do it. I can't release her from this curse....It's all my fault." Van Helsing sobbed, his head throbbing. This is why he never let anyone get close to him in the first place. He had only himself to blame for this. There had to be another way and he was going to find it by any means necessary.

#not my best work #pretty satisfied with it tho #i think this might have more parts than i planned #hope you guys like it! #dracula x reader #van helsing x reader #hammer dracula #x reader #reader inserts #christopher lee

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𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔 [𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏]

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Tags/Warnings: Possible amnesia, insomnia and a brief panick attack mentions.

Summary: You wake up back in your bed, with no idea how you got there in the first place. With a foggy mind, you notice that strange things are happening around your house.

Note: Honestly, I've been so excited to write this series. It's going a bit slow in the beginning but I promise from chapter 3 things will began to get serious! Can you guess what is happening in (Y/N)'s home?

Loki knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, his eyes focused on yours and you felt everything stop around you two.

"Marry me, (Y/N), " Loki said softly, grabbing your hand on his. "You'll never have to be alone,"

You smiled, you smiled as if you didn't remember this never happened. Tears covered your vision but it really wasn't tears, you weren't crying, but everything slowly began to get blurry. You felt yourself fall, as if your own soul left your body and fell into abism. Loki's voice echoed in your mind.

"I love you and that's all I really know."

You woke up in a harsh gasp, hands sweaty. You were met again with a cold house, now dark due to how late in the night it should be. Not even threads of light escaped through the blinds, nor you could recognize where anything in your bedroom should be.

Turning on the bedside lamp, you pushed yourself from the king-size bed and grabbed your forest green robe and dressed it, glad that at least it's somewhat warm.

Wasn't it blue?

The bedside alarm clock read exactly 3:30 AM, and you felt a sudden deja vu. Lately, you've been awaking up at this exact hour of the night, for no other reason than strange dreams.

You decided that a nice cup of milk would suit this situation, as you recalled that your mother used to say that "milk helps the sleep" and even though you doubted that affirmation of hers, anything now would feel better if it meant to help you close your eyes and drift off to another world. Your feet felt cold against the floor tiles, and again you forgot to wear socks (even though you were sure you wore them the day before, for one reason you know couldn't think why).

As you poured the milk down on your plain white mug, it finally accured to you. Yesterday's call with Natasha and the drive trip to the Avengers Tower. You ran a hand through your hair and frowned slightly, everything afterwards felt like a distant memory. Foggy and confusing. How did you end up in your house, in your bed? How did you forget? Probably from the lack of sleep you've been getting lately.

Maybe you should call Natasha.

Ignoring how late it was, you pulled out your phone and noticed it was dead. Sighing to yourself, you put it to charge while you left to explore your house and re-make the steps you probably took when you got home the day before.

Your clothes were all messed up in a chair, your shoes looked like somebody threw them across the room and didn't bother to get them, otherwise everything else looked in place. You paced back and forth, getting a bit impacient at your lack of remembering such things.

The flowers.

The Narcissus flowers.

Where are them?

You grabbed the empty flower vase, which used to be filled every week with beautiful flowers picked from your personal garden. The house withhold a tense atmosphere, heavy as the rain that falls from the dark clouds. The pale-coloured brightness that the kitchen's lamp provided a ball of light around you, like a little angel was protecting you against the darkness and you hoped it not to go away.

Your body was frozen in place, you didn't even realize you weren't breathing until a hrash exhale left your lungs and the flower vase fell from your shaking hands, into the mosaic floor.

You ran to your bedroom as if a big, bad monster was chasing you and quickly closed the door. You blocked it with a chair and turned on your phone, which was fortunately (and the luckiest you've been in a good while, most likely) charged enough to call someone.

"(Y/N)? It's 4 am, are you okay?"

"Something is wrong, Natasha, I, I can't remember anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Can you please come by my house?" You heard her grab something, "Please..." you whispered.

..."And that's when I called Natasha." You finished explaining and took a drink out of the cup of water Steve gave you.

"How long has this been happening?" He asked, a worried look on his blue eyes. Natasha, who was sitting next to him, carried the same look.

"Few days, weeks I suppose." You looked in between both of them, and guilt took over you. "I'm sorry, it's silly."

"Hey, don't say that. It's completely normal." Nat caressed your arm sweetly. It felt good to see her again, even though it was only yesterday when you two met. She looked exactly the same as three years ago, but she had a different aura around her. Sadder, darker. Steve had it too.

"Hey, (Y/N), it may not be the best time but...There's a therapy group I know, and maybe it would be good if you take a look at it." Steve suggested, his arms crossed and a deep look upon you.

You gazed to the ground again, "I'll think about it."

"I just think something's weird here, " Natasha said, "You never ordered Narcissus flowers to your home."

If this was another situation, you'd laugh at it. But Natasha was serious, and you knew it. The Narcissus flowers don't grow in your garden, and you followed a specific order of plants to buy every week, and they weren't in the list. They never were. Not after Loki's death.

"I probably ordered them by mistake." Play it off. Act cool. It's nothing, it has to be just a simple mistake. You got confused and ordered them instead.

"If you feel safer, we can get somebody to protect your house. Just for good measure." Steve took the mugs and cups to the sink, and didn't miss the chance to give another helpful advice like the good friend he is. You pondered on it for a while, and you could enjoy the company.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Natasha, who was staring at you again, opened her mouth to say anything but you got ahead of her first, "Well, thanks for coming but I need to get a couple of hours of sleep. Sorry for bothering you guys."

"You would never."

You walked them to the front door, and Natasha pulled you in a surprise hug. You didn't even know how to react. It's been so long since you've had human touch.

She pulled back, and you swore you saw a tear in the corner of her eyes. Those tears that come at the most unfortunate moments, where you can't most definitely break down. Natasha hid them well, not from you, because you too know that trick. Never break down, never show weakness to anyone or anything. The woman gave you a calm (but you knew the pain behind it) smile.

"Call us if you need anything else, okay?"

You nodded and replied with a vague smile back.

The hours passed, passed and passed. The clouds in the sky were as heavy as your soul felt, and soon they began to cry out. The rain slammed against your windows and warned about an upcoming thunderstorm was on its way. Spring felt more as a Winter 2.0 and in the blink of an eye, it was eight o'clock.

According to one of Natasha's texts, a security guard would arrive at ten AM. Until then, you prepared a nice breakfast for you (and for the guard, you wanted to be as kind as possible). Thanks to Steve, who brought enough food to last for at least a few days, you didn't have to worry about starving now.

You, relaxed for once in a lifetime, made your way to the couch to hopefully watch some pre-recorded tvshows. You were too lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice how in all framed pictures of yourself, your face was blurred out.

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Saint Jude's Miracle: A Javier Peña x OFC (Isa) FanFic

Summary: After leaving Colombia and the DEA for good, Javier Peña lives a completely different life that he never expected: He's married to Isa, has a beautiful little girl, Elvira, and the perfect suburban house with a mortgage he will be paying for the rest of his life. But when he discovers a shady company acting as a front for the Mexican cartels he has to team up with his old colleagues and relive the old Javi he thought died when he gave up the gun and the badge. How will he protect his family from the violence and the horrors he thought forgotten? And how can he avoid falling again into the old habits?

A/N: Hi! This is my first ever ever Fanfic! That’s how crazy Javi Peña got me. I love his character so much and, though I really love his arc on the show, I couldn’t stop thinking about what happens after, so this is my take. This is no beta’d so it comes from my Spanish speaking brain directly to you, I’ve revised BUT surely there are mistakes, sorry!

Warnings: Domestic Javi (yep that’s a warning), smoking, mentions of anxiety, mention of violence (later chapters, I think this one hasn’t), swearing, very light smut (a bit of masturbation, kisses and all the nice stuff). Cursive for internal thoughts. Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything, thanks!

Word count: 1,5k

El conticinio

Spanish. noun: Hour in the night where everything is in silence.

He stops the car at the side of the road. The neighborhood is calm, almost dead silent at midnight. It’s a small moment of peace, interrupted only by the annoying buzz stuck inside his brain. Javier puts his face on the steering wheel, focusing only on his breathing, 4 seconds each time.

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

Sometimes he wishes it could always be midnight, when he’s able to stop thinking, when nobody knows him or expects something from him. Just be able to breath and leave his head empty. Finally, he stands up ready to face reality again and grabs his jacket from the copilot seat, and gets out of the car. He takes a deep breath inhaling the scent of the recently cut grass and the neighbor’s pool’s chlorine. He guesses that this counts as “breathing fresh air” as the doctor suggested in order to de-stress, but, God, Javi does want the toxic air of a cigarette inside his chest.

He had stolen an almost empty packet of Marlboros from one of the jerks at the office. Fuck him and fuck my lungs he thinks while lighting one. He gives it a long drag, the nicotine kicking fast and he sighs when the smoke gets out of him, he can even picture part of the shit that pollutes him exiting his body. It’s like an exorcism; one that he would have to do many times a day if he really wants to expel all his demons, and one that would eventually kill him.

He finishes smoking in silence in front of the house. His home is a two-story, white painted house that he will be paying for more years than he expects to live.

Savoring the last puff he throws it on the pavement and steps on it before heading inside. He tries not to make any sound when he enters his home. Leaving the jacket and the shoes in the kitchen, he sees the rest of lasagna waiting for him on the table carefully covered with cling-film. Surely Isa thought he was coming earlier and that he would be hungry, suddenly he feels a little bit guilty. He had forgotten to call her and warn her.

Carefully he climbs the stairs trying not to step on any toy. Elvi is a good kid, but she can create a mess in an instant and leave the house as if a tornado had come in. To the right, the pinkish light shines of stars and moons all over Elvira's room. She hugs her unicorn plush and sleeps with her lips parted, peacefully. Javi gets in the room and kisses his daughter softly on her crown and runs his fingers through her dark and soft hair. She smells of Johnson&Johnson shampoo and that sweet particular scent that is only hers and that reminds him of when she was just a baby.

Inhale

Exhale

Fuck I missed her. He should be arriving earlier so he can see her awake and hug her tight and listen to whatever she did during the day. He certainly enjoys watching those big brown eyes shine bright when he comes through the door. A warm feeling he thought he would never feel or certainly that he doesn’t deserve to have. But here they are; a suburban family. Who would have thought?

He approaches the master room up front less enthusiastically. He doesn’t want to wake his wife up. Elvira is aware of his absence but she is content with whatever attention her dad gives her, and for now, Javier is the greatest father in the world. Winning the title for “greatest husband” is a tougher task.

The small light on her nightstand illuminates Isabel asleep tugged under the covers like a small ball, with her knees close to her chest. She breathes slowly, her long black hair over the pillows, he is tempted to kiss her head as he did with his child but the docile and sweet image of his wife sleeping is a completely different version of her being awake. He just turns off the lamp and proceeds to undress in complete silence. The bed creaks under his weight and she moves a little but continues to sleep soundly when Javi gets under the covers. His back hurts when the tightness in his muscles begins to soften over the mattress.

"You're late" Isa says her voice muffled by the pillows.

"Shh, I'm home, good night" Javi whispers to calm her.

With her eyes still closed she turns sluggishly towards him and passes her left arm over his chest resting her head on his shoulder.

"Where were you?"

"I had to stay for an op"

He pats her hair and adjusts himself to find a comfortable position, his lower back killing him with every movement.

"An op?" She opens her eyes abruptly. Shit. He could have said any other thing; he could’ve lied as it’s begging to be the routine.

"Just to counsel" he closes his eyes to make her understand that the conversation is over.

"To counsel you had to stay until late at night?" She is raising her head now, eyes fixed on him squinting.

"Well, raids are usually at the most inconvenient time, you know" Bad time to play smartass, Peña he thinks

"Javi..." The room is dark but he can sense her honey eyes turn greenish, it happens every time she gets mad.

"I swear"

She rubs his belly softly and lays her head again on his chest with a grunt. For a moment he thinks she has decided to leave it there, but she brushes her nose and lips over his neck, smelling him.

"You have smoked" he tries to ignore her by faking being asleep, but she taps him on his right shoulder.

"Javier"

"They were smoking in the car"

"What?" She sits on the bed, arms crossed over her chest

"Elvira's sleeping, don't shout" he hushes her knowing damn well it’s going to get her even madder.

"That's two lies you've told me in less than 2 minutes, Javier"

"I'm not lying" he arises a little with a grunt. Here we go again, shit

"You told me that: one" she raises one finger "you were going to counsel the police from time to time. And now you tell me you were on a raid? And second" she raises another finger "you think that I'm an idiot that I don't know that you've smoked?" Isa turns to face him, she frowns and Javier can feel her feet tapping nervously under the sheets.

When he doesn’t answer right away she adds "you know what the doctor said"

"I know"

"Then?"

Javier knows better as to answer that with any kind of excuse. He knows also why she gets that angry at him; she cares, deeply. She loves you, idiot, don’t know why or how it happened, but she does, he thinks

He approaches her stroking her arms, and resting his head on the space between her collar bone and her neck. She is stiff and doesn’t react to his touch. Her face contorted with her gaze avoiding him.

"I'm sorry" he kissed her earlobe. “Really sorry” he repeats, with every apology he plants a kiss on her frown, her cheeks, her nose and her lips.

"So very sorry" he brushes softly his lips over hers but she closes hers tightly.

Sighing, Javier hugs her from the side and draws circles with his fingers over her cleavage and then trails downwards over her sternum to finally place his hand on her stomach. “I should have told you. I apologize, Isa” He begins to rub his palm over her hips bones and the hem of her silk nightgown comes higher and higher revealing her underwear.

"You have some nerve" Isabel blurts out, but Javi can feel her heart already beating faster.

"Let me make up for it" Javier strokes the lace elastic band of her panties with his index finger. His brown dark eyes look at her expecting her refusal, but she bites her lower lip and moves her hips against him impatiently. Her husband rushes to kiss her and this time she parts her lips welcoming him with eager moans.

"I’m still mad" she moans

One of Javi’s hands softly brushes her core over the fabric feeling her heat and arousal.

"I think you've missed me" he grins on her ear.

Isabel rolls her eyes at his proud expression and shuts him up crushing her lips onto his, savoring him with her tongue.

Javier increases his touch slipping her panties to the side. But suddenly, Isa takes control and straddles him; her eager kisses cover their moans while she lowers her hands towards his briefs.

"Don't ever lie to me again"

"Yes, ma'am"

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Hiya! I hope you're doing well! I saw you have requests open for Kingdom Hearts, I was wondering if you'd be willing to do something for Riku with a tall, introverted sort of S/O? Maybe something soft and comforting, during/post ReMind if you've played it? Your choice of either headcanons or scenario! Thanks, and stay safe! :)

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Prompt: ‘ Hiya! I hope you're doing well! I saw you have requests open for Kingdom Hearts, I was wondering if you'd be willing to do something for Riku with a tall, introverted sort of S/O? Maybe something soft and comforting, during/post ReMind if you've played it? Your choice of either headcanons or scenario! Thanks, and stay safe! :) ‘

Pairing: Riku x Reader

Summary:

A/N: Hi! I am so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted and that it took so long!

Also, I apologize for the lack of posts. I’ve had writers block for the past 3 or 4 months, but I am hoping to get back into writing soon.

You watched as Riku spent the past 18 months searching for his lost childhood friend, calling everyone he could think of, from former organization members to trusted allies. No matter how many calls or visits he made, Riku kept hitting dead end after dead end. During that year and a half, you watched as he hid true feelings behind a hopefully mask that he wore every waking moment.

However tonight, that mask fell. Sitting in your normal chair reading, you couldn’t help but overhear Riku’s side of his conversation with Ienzo over the Gummiphone. While you were unable to hear every word, you did get the gist of the conversation. Which, sadly went the same way every conversation regarding Sora went. You could tell the call was over when you hear a subtle sigh come from his direction. After a couple of moment passes, you hear the sound of Riku’s shoes hitting the floor as he walks into the room.

“Is everything okay?” Even though you already knew the answer, you wanted to ask anyway. Riku sat down in his normal spot, you look at you then gave you a nod “Yeah. They still haven’t found anything, but they’re not giving up yet.” Sometimes you admired how positive he sounded. You nodded and went back to focus on the book resting in your lap. A voice in your head kept yelling at you to talk to him, get him to talk about how he really feels. Instead of listening to the voice, you shook it off and went back to reading.

For the next minute you kept glancing between the book between your hands and the man sitting across from you. Each time your eyes gazed over him you could see a difference in his body language. You could see his hands slowly close up into a tight fist while his eyebrows narrowed in an almost confused state. On your last glance back at him you see him in a completely different position. His hands are now folded together with his thumbs circling each other while bouncing his leg.

“Riku?” You ask in a tone that both of you know all so well. It was the same tone you used whenever you wanted him to tell you something. When his name left your lips, Riku’s leg stopped moving. For a moment it seemed like he was frozen. That was until he let out a shaky breath, Keeping your eyes on him, you set your book down and position yourself where you were looking straight at him. “I miss him.” You’re mouth opened and closed a few times before staying closed while you took a couple of seconds to think of what to say.

“I know you do, Just think about how great it’s going to feel when you see him again.” Without moving his stare from the floor, Riku let out a huff of breath with a smirk before shaking his head and moved to look at you. “I keep thinking about that, It’s already been a year, and we have zero clues.” Quickly you get up from your spot and rush over to kneel in front on him. With your hands enlaced with his, you take a deep breath.

“Riku you’ll find him. How many times have you had your back against the wall and ended up pulling through. It’s difficult now - I understand that, But hold on to the hope you always have. The hope that you’ll see him again. Believe in everyone. You’re not alone in this. Everyone who is available is out there looking and searching for him.”

For the first time since he entered the room, Riku finally looked at you.The moment your eyes met his, a smile rose on both your faces. He pulled you up by your hands and embraced you in a warm, welcoming hug. “Thank you, Y/n. You always know just what to say to make me feel better.” After nodding, You place a gently kiss on his forehead “Anytime, Just remember that you can talk to me. I know you’re use to being the strong one, but you can always come and talk to me.” With a slight chuckle, Riku pulled you close. Leaning your head on his shoulder he whispered “Always”.

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[just-another-author-i-guess]

The unholy

Warnings: she/ her pronounced reader, blood, biting, this is vampire au after all, slight nudity, Taehyung still can’t keep it in his pants, the reader is kinda aroused all the time, surprise surprise I didn’t bother to edit it through but what did you really expect at this point

Pairing: bts ot7 x reader, nun! reader, princess! reader, vampire! Jin x reader, hybrid! Namjoon x reader, hybrid! Yoongi x reader, vampire! Hoseok x reader, vampire! Jimin x reader, hybrid! Taehyung x reader, hybrid! Jungkook x reader

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

Author’s note: so I’m back with another chapter of the unholy! Sorry this is kinda short and really poorly written but I hope you can forgive me. Also, I just want to thank y’all for all the positivity I’ve been receiving lately like??? I don’t deserve y’all ??? Thanks?? Anyways, I hope you enjoy, things are about to get steamy. (; (you wont understand it now so it’s not as funny, just wait till it makes sense)

(Updates; every Sunday)

Summary:

The king and queen, your mother and father, rules the southern kingdom. The eastern and the western are ruled by kings and queens alike, but the northern are ruled by the most unholy of creatures. Or so you've been told.

Every citizen in the three kingdoms, have been warned about the creatures of the north, and it is with good reason they're all terrified. All your life, your parents have tried to keep the knowledge of the northern creatures from you, but that just made you more curious. Everyday, you would sneak down to the castle library, and read everything you could about the north, wanting to know the secret behind the unholy land.

That of course didn't go well with your parents, and when they found out they decided to send you to the most holy of places, to forget about everything you've read. One of the biggest church organizations in the south agreed to take you in, to rehabilitate you and learn you that you should never question such things as the northern creatures.

By day, you follow the strict prioress around as she lectures you about the holy and the unholy, and by night, you have to go on patrol alone through the church as a punishment for reading about the unholy. But one night, everything changes, when you find the prioress dead, with bite marks all over her body. Of course, you have read about this, and you know exactly what killed her.

But what happens when that exact creature you've read about, shows up right in front of you?

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The walk up to Jin’s room was strange, to say at least. A heavy silence loomed over you, and not a single living creature showed up on your way, not even Hoseok or Taehyung who had surely only been a few meters in front of you.

You must admit you were a tad bit disappointed, secretly looking forward to see the faces of the other four, still unknown residents of the house.

The walk was shorter than you remembered, Seokjin racing down hallways with you right behind him, your wrist permanently locked in his tight grip, as he dragged you along. It seemed like the house were getting smaller and smaller with every hallways and corridor you passed, making you quite unsure of what you had seen just a couple minutes ago when you had ventured out by yourself.

But before long, Seokjin promptly stopped infront of what you assumed to be the door to his room, making you stumble a bit, faceplanting into his chest, and quickly, embarrassed stepping back.

Without a word, he unlocked the door, with a little, faded grey key, a satisfying ‘click’ sound echoing through the empty hallway.

Gently, Seokjin pushed you forward into his room, forgetting his own strength for a moment and making you fall forward harder than intended.

Quickly, a delicious smell filled your nostrils, and the sole reason why you walked down into the kitchens to begin with filled your brain; hunger.

In the exact same moment, your tummy grumbled, loudly and proudly, making Seokjin huff in amusement, the ice disappearing from his eyes as he remembered how human you were.

“As I said earlier, there’s a meal waiting for you,”

He mused, making you look up at him with a rather offended look, as he stood there grinning.

So he thought it was funny how hungry you were, after he left you alone for what felt like hours without food?

Angrily, you marched in the direction of the delicious smelling meal prepared by his desk, and slumped down on the chair, as he followed you and sat down besides you without making the slightest sound.

Seokjins room were tightly organized, in fact it was organized so much there almost weren’t any space left. To others, including you, it might have looked like a mess of books, papers and clothes scattered everywhere, but every piece of clothes and every ripped out page had a certain place, that’s how Seokjin liked to organize his hoarders.

In between the many things he had scattered around, you recognized more than a few items, from the castles and and dormitories you had previously lived. Things you were certain, that a vampire would never need, and it puzzled you.

Your eyebrows furrowed, as your eye caught a cooking book laying on his floor. The kitchen looked like it hadn’t been occupied for centuries, but still he had a cooking boom laying on his floor. And it wasn’t just one, you noticed, there were many, ranking from pastries to exquisite meals that would surely be a king worthy.

Seokjin noticed you confusion, and huffed once again in amusement, a quiet, breathy sound that somehow still managed to radiate joy into to the world.

You shrugged, deciding to let it go, when the scent from the delicious looking food found its way back to your nose, and instantly your hunger won the battle, and it wasn’t long before you were stuffing your face with all the goods laid out to you on the table.

Seokjin watched, with a sly smile on his face, as you ate the contents on your plate. Truth be told, his brothers had also been very confused to why he had even bothered to get cooking books, when the condition he was in didn’t allow him to drink anything besides human blood.

But it wasn’t the food itself that fascinated him, it was the human behind the making of the many foods that truly perked his interest. Of course, he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but himself, but he did find humans more than interesting, always trying to gather the information he could find around them, and gathering the thing they used daily as well.

Those were his lucky days, the days were he would find a random doll, a child had dropped, or even better would he find things created by humans, things such as cooking books. He wanted to learn how to cook, he wanted to learn the human way of doing it, not just ordering around a servant to do it for him. He longed to learn the human ways of life, he longed to feel human again.

As a small child, he hadn’t known how lucky he had been, to eat actual food, to need actual sleep, but the more he grew the less he needed the human needs and the more he craved what ran through a humans veins instead.

He sighed, watching you finish off your last bite, a content look on your face as you did so, and turned to look at him with a rather embarrassed expression, blood flooding your cheeks.

“Sorry,,I lost my manners for a moment,”

You gently dapped your moutharea with the cloth laying next to you, as you brushed your hands off in your ruined skirt.

“I..”

He started, but soon trailing off, mouth growing dry as hunger flared up in him again, but he had already taken so much from you, and his brothers had too, he needed to let you rest.

“You need to get your bloodlevels up, take a bath, there’s been a new dress prepared for you outside the bathroom,”

He started, standing up to leave once more, but still keeping eye contact with you, as his Adam’s apple bubled, and the only thing he truly wanted was to sink his fangs deep into your soft skin, draining the color you had just recently gained in your face.

“Someone will come get you later.”

Rather stiffly, he turned around, and disappeared quicker than you could even blink, the only evidence that he had been there being the door shutting soundly a few seconds later.

You picked the black dress up with careful fingers, noticing how much it resembled the one you already wore. Only this one was more detailed, clearly meant for someone with a higher standing than your current one.

You sighed, slinging the black fabric over your arm, entering the bathroom. You noticed how much of a difference it was to Seokjin’s dark room, here, light actually shone through the curtains, enlightening you that it must have been mid afternoon.

The room was fairly big, white marble tiles running up the walls and covering the walls, one big mirror standing a little off to the side, and the big, perhaps the biggest bathtub you had ever seen, standing proudly in the middle.

Carefully, you placed the new dress on the floor, and noticed a little, white underdress being curled up in the otherwise black fabric. With light touches, you let your fingers slide over the bathtub, feeling the smooth stone material beneath them, finally reaching the tap and gently twisting it.

To your luck, warm water came tumbling out almost immediately, the room getting gradually more humid, as you started to discard of your old, ruined dress.

Silently, you stepped into the now high water, small ridges forming as your foot hit the surface, and you shuddered. The water was warm, almost burning, but you couldn’t help but enjoy it, when the warm sensations surrounded you as you sank down.

The wager covered you all the way up to you shoulders, and you quickly leaned back, the water now going to your chin, with a content sigh. You let all the stressful events from the last few days wash away and flood out in the water, dried blood and dirt slowly flooding off of you.

As the warm water hit the bite marks on your neck, a shiver went up your spine, suddenly remembering the encounter with Hoseok and Taehyung in the kitchen. You had been starting to question yourself if it was even real, but when your fingertips lightly glided over the other sets of bitemarks on your wrist, and you remembered Taehyung’s intense hunger, you knew it was real.

Slowly, you let your eyes close, the scene in the kitchen playing on repeat, and your bitemarks were starting to feel hotter than the water itself. The way they had sank their fangs into you, and slowly out again, had you lightly whimpering. But it wasn’t soon, before the events of the last few hours came crashing down on you, forcing you to forget your lust and drift up into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

“Bunny..bunny.. I know you can hear me,”

The sudden voice of Taehyung instantly had your eyes open, and you looked around, wondering how he got in here in the first place. But you couldn’t the anything, the whole bathroom was covered in white, hot steam from your bath, and the only thing you could feel was his presence. He was here, and you wanted oh so desperately to get to him, a full ache starting to make itself present between your legs.

“Bunny,”

Taehyung spoke again, voice as soft and smooth as honey, but at the same time deadly and poisonous.

“Be a good girl for me, get out of the tub,”

You did as you were told, shaky legs hitting the cold tile floor, as you stood completely bare and dripping wet in the middle of the steam cloud.

“Taehyung?”

You called out for him, all too desperate to feel his hands on you, as only were met with your own voice echoing back to you.

“Shh, come here bunny, gotta be quiet,”

Taehyung shushed you, voice now right besides your ear, and you instantly turned around, being met with a rather cocky looking Taehyung, hair wet and curly from the steam.

“T-Taehyung,”

You shuddered, face flushed and red, as his hands began to caress your sides, curling themselves into your warm skin, as he continued to smile at you, a rare, sweet smile

“Here Jin-hyung can’t find us,”

He purred, hands running up and down your back, until they reached the small of your back, curling around your hips were they stopped their journey, and he pulled you flush against him.

He didn’t seem to care that your body was wet, therefore making his shirt damp, as he continued to press closer to you, slowly backing you up against the wall, you back hitting the cold tiles, making chills shoot up your spine.

“Are you gonna be good for me? Letting me take you right against this wall?”

His voice dropped lower, fangs coming out to poke his bottom lip, and you could do nothing but get lost in his brilliant crimson eyes and nod helplessly.

With one finally push, he had you pressed completely against the wall, sandwiching you between him and the cold marble tiles. You couldn’t wait for what was about to come, you couldn’t wait for Taehyung’s tongue in your mouth, you couldn’t wait for his fangs sinking into your skin.

But just as his lips touched yours, a sharp knock on the door made you shoot up, and realize you were still sitting in the bathtub, the warm water had now turned rather cold, and a shiver went through you.

The knock echoed again, before a gruff voice spoke.

“Seokjin sent me to get you. Are you clothed?”

The voice sounded tired and strained, and quickly you stepped out of the tub, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel, still a little hazy from the all the vivid dream you had just had.

You could have sworn Taehyung was here.

“I-I’m almost done!”

You managed to call out, through hot stuttering, and you heard a tired sigh on the other side.

As quick as you could, you picked up the dress, combing your hair with your fingers, after you had put it on. The white underdress apparently had sleeves as well, making the long black dress look more like a maid dress, than what you had originally thought. it did look an awful lot, like the one the prioress used to wear.

Quickly, you stuck your feet in your shoes as well, and carefully opened the door, letting out steam, careful not to hit whoever was stood on the other side.

In the hallway, a boy smaller than the others, but still way taller than you, stood with an annoyed look on his face.

“Took you long enough,”

He grumbled, and placed a hand on the small of your back, the exact same spot where you could have sworn Taehyung had touched you just a few moments before.

Suddenly, the hand gripped your dress tightly, the boy freezing, looking at you with an expression that wavered between hunger and disgust.

“Why do you smell like Taehyung? Is he hiding somewhere here?”

He accusingly asked, pushing you forward in a more rough manner, closing the doors behind him. You stayed silent, contemplating wether or not you should tell him about your dream.

“You never answered me,”

He pressed, after a long pause of silence, him pushing you forward as you hurried down the many confusing hallways of the house.

“I-“

You started, your brain suddenly feeling just as fuzzy as your body, and all you wanted was for him to stop pushing you so hard. It was as if the memories of the dream quickly fled your brain, making you almost forget where you where for a moment, the world started to almost spin around you.

“I-i can’t remember,”

You muttered, placing your hands around your head, to get the spinning sensations out.

“He’s probably messing with your memory, that little shit,”

The boy grumbled lowly, and for a moment or two you weren’t quite sure who he was talking about. It was almost as if the whole encounter in the bathroom never happened, you could only remember the steam, the steam and someone, most likely Taehyung had been calling out to you.

Instead of pushing you, he now opted for wrapping his arm around your middle, making it easier to follow his quick strides, as he began to almost drag you along like you were nothing more than an old rag doll.

Silently, and more careful that the boy had been with you, did he open a big, dark wooden door, this time gently shoving you inside, instead of harshly pushing you.

Nevertheless, you stumbled inside, still feeling confused and fuzzy, your mind doing it’s best to figure out what exactly had happened in the bathroom, and why exactly you couldn’t remember it.

“Taehyung is in her head, hyung, I think he did something to her while she was bathing,”

The boy, went straight up to Seokjin, leaving you to stand alone in the strange looking room. You eyes wondering the many shelves with strange liquids, the big, messy desk Seokjin was standing over, and the big, comfortable looking bed in the corner, where a very tired looking boy was laying.

He looked like Taehyung and Hoseok had before they fed off of you, he looked hollow and paler than the rest, and a sudden urge to let him feed on you filled your head.

You got the sudden urge to bend over him, letting him sink his teeth into your neck, and drink until his cheeks went chubby and color returned to his face, but before you could even take a step forward, Seokjin shot you a sharp look, and you slightly stepped back, and tried to focus on anything but the boy in the bed.

“Thank you Yoongi, will you help Jeongguk sit up?”

Seokjin spoke, voice tired and strained, as he motioned you to come over, and the boy, Yoongi walked over the boy in the bed, Jeongguk, and with careful, caring hands helped him sit up in the bed.

Slowly, you made your way over to stand besides Seokjin, as he began to write notes down in a old looking journal.

“Do you know why you’re here, bunny?”

Seokjin asked, and you noticed how his voice was softer when he addressed you, instead of the tired, slightly annoyed voice he spoke with, had it been to Taehyung. Pausing a little at his question, you lightly shook your head, looking up to look straight up into his crimson eyes.

“Why can’t I remember anything?”

You shot back, wanting oh so badly to figure out what had went on in the bathroom, and why everyone was worried about Taehyung messing with your brain.

Seokjin paused, letting the pencil he was writing with go, making it land on the wooden table with a little thump.

“What is the last thing you remember?”

He asked, tone slightly worrying but not too much, as he instead grabbed onto to counter, tightening his hand around it.

“I..”

You started, eyebrows furrowing as you thought deeply.

“I remember falling asleep, and there was this steam filling up the bathroom..”

You wondered outloud, definitely noticing the way Seokjin grimaced, angrily letting out a huff of air as he cursed out the younger boy’s name.

“The fuzzy feelings will go away soon, relax, in the meantime I have a favor to ask of you,”

He started, and you skeptically nodded along, happy to know that the weird feeling would soon go away, but very unsatisfied with the answer you got.

“As you can see, Jeongguk is very sick, I- we don’t know what is wrong with him yet, but he has refused to drink any form of animal blood, and even the human blood we had stored away did he refuse to drink-“

“So you’re asking me to let him feed on me?”

You finished Seokjin’s sentence for him, and had it been anyone but you had he surely been annoyed, but he was actually rather impressed with your guessing skills.

“..yes.”

He sank again, Adam’s apple bubbling like it had done in his room, and nervously glancing at the weak Jeongguk who was now sitting up, with the help of Yoongi. You watched in amazement, as Seokjin reached behind him, grabbing one of the strange liquids, and pouring another weirdly colorful liquid into it, before shaking and looking skeptically at it.

“Drink this,”

He handed you the strange, now dark green liquid, and you stired it a little, noticing how it smelled almost metallic.

“Why?”

You questioned, eyeing whatever it was, and questioning to yourself if it was really worth drinking. Seokjin sighed, a long pause went through the room before he spoke.

“It will help with the side effects of Jeongguks venom,”

He sighed, and looked like it was the most normal thing to say after giving someone a strange green liquid, demanding they drink it. Upon noticing your scared expression, he lightly huffed, the same amusement from before briefly returning to his eyes.

“Some vampires have venom stored in their teeth, Jeongguk’s venom can and will cause a fair amount of damage, if you don’t drink the antidote I made you,”

Wearily, you took your first sip of the antidote, reasoning with yourself that surely Seokjin wouldn’t put you in a situation that could actually kill you. And when the venom didn’t taste as bad as expected, you quickly gulped the rest down.

“That’s a good girl,”

Seokjin praised you, making your cheeks turn slightly red, as you handed him the now empty cup back, turning your head, and carefully stealing a glance at Jeongguk. Seokjins hand landed on your back, indicating you should walk over to Jeongguk, and so you did, the strange urge to see him well fed making its presence known again.

“Jeongguk,”

Seokjin said sternly, making you slightly jump, but keeping your focus on the sick Jeongguk.

“Don’t take too much from her, take what you need, I trust you,”

“I know hyung, I won’t,”

The younger boy rasped, and that was the first time you had heard his voice. It was so much more alive than he looked, only sounding a tad bit tired, as his big, brown eyes met yours, and without even realizing it, you stepped forward, already beginning to bow down to him.

“She’s just waiting to be fed on,”

Jeongguk mumbled, voice just above a whisper, as he let his shaking hands lock around your shoulders as he situated you as he wanted you on his bed. You did not complain once, bowing to his will, feeling strangely submissive to the boy, as you let him slump you against him and expose your neck to him.

Both his hyungs were watching with cautious eyes, ready to interfere if anything bad was to happen, and with Jeongguk bad things was always to happen.

Slowly, he began nosing up your neck, a shiver ran up his spine, as he could practically already smell your blood through your skin. Suddenly, his tongue began to lap at the two marks, Hoesok had made earlier.

“Hoseok hyung got to her already?”

Jeongguk questioned, sounding more like a child that had to share his favorite toy.

“It was a mistake, Jeongguk, hurry up,”

Seokjin began tapping his foot, annoyed with the way the younger boy was taking his sweet time to smell you, when he couldn’t help but feel possessive. You were his feeder, he should be drinking from you.

That was all the encouragement Jeongguk needed, before he found his spot right below Hoseok’s, slowly beginning to lick it like a man starved, and you felt his supposedly poisonous fangs poke at your skin.

Suddenly he pierced, without warning, one hand resting on your belly, keeping you as close to him as possible and the other locked around your throat, keeping it in place.

Another shiver went up his spine upon tasting your blood, and instantly he dived deeper, only being spurred on by the way you held the many moans inside you, when you felt his fangs slide into you.

He drank like he was possessed, he drank like he hadn’t fed in days, and he hadn’t, he drank till his cheeks were round and chubby and he had no intentions of stopping.

He grunted and groaned into your neck, the heavenly feelings his feeding sent straight to your core made it hard for you to keep the whines and moans from spilling out, but you did your best, considering the fact that Yoongi and Seokjin were standing right besides you.

Only when the color started to drain from your face, did Seokjin interfere.

“Jeongguk, Jeongguk! You’ve had more than enough,”

He yelled, when the boy still didn’t listen, sucking even more viciously, making purple and blue hickeys appear along with the two bite marks. Only when Yoongi began to pull at him, did he stop, his fangs sliding out of you with a deep satisfied grunt, making you shudder against him.

You felt lightheaded, helplessly falling against Jeongguks chest, as you heard them loudly argue, Seokjin yelling profanities at Jeongguk for taking too much of you blood, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at this point.

The lightheadedness was making you tired, so tired that the voices turned to mere background noise and you closed you eyes, noticing how comfortable Jeongguks chest felt against your back, how warm he was, how much you needed to sleep. And slowly but surely, your eyes closed, and you drifted off to a deep, almost coma like sleep.

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[tonysbillionare-blog]

You rolled over to snuggle against Tony only to meet cold empty sheets. You groan looking at the time. 12:36am. You get out of bed and decide to look for Tony. You check in the kitchen, living room and bathroom. But, you found no one. There was only place he could be and that was in the lab. You sigh and make your way down there. You look around thinking that he'd be here but, without any luck you couldn't find him.

"J, where is Tony?" You ask the AI frustrated.

"Miss (y/n), he is coming home right now", JARVIS answered. Your eyebrows raise.

"From where?"

"A club", you roll your eyes. Of course, it's Tony Stark we're talking about here, he's always partying around and, he's probably drunk. You make your way back upstairs just in time to see Tony come back from what ever club he was at, no doubt he was drunk by the way he was stumbling around. You quickly grab him by his arm helping him stand but he pushed you away.

You gasp as you stumble backwards.

"Don't touch me!" He yelled and you flinch away a bit.

"Tony, come on your drunk let's get you to bed", you say trying to grab Tony's arm but he only backs away and glares at you.

"No!" He yelled stubbornly.

You rub your temples trying to calm yourself down. "Tony, your drunk and need some sleep alright?" You say sternly.

He rolled his eyes. "Why are you always nagging at me?!" He slurred. Your eyebrows furrow as he said that.

"Nagging at you! Oh I never knew caring about someone could be nagging at them!" You say, this time your voice rising.

"Would you just leave me alone you annoying bitch!" You were taken aback by Tony's choice of words. Tony never said things like that to you. Especially a bitch.

You feel tears well up into your eyes. "T-Tony, your drunk and don't mean that. Let's just, get you to bed", you try to reason with him but he glared at you.

"No I mean it! Your an annoying bitch who's so clingy and can't shut the hell up! It was a damn mistake even looking your way!" You try and hold back your tears that were threatening to spill.

"T-Tony, please ca-", you cut yourself off when you see something that broke your heart into two. There were love bites made on his neck and the mark of red lipstick. "Y-your cheating on me?!"

He laughed. "Isn't it obvious?!" He slurred. "The fact you even thought that I had feelings for you is hilarious." Tears finally made there way streaming down your cheeks. As you cry he stumbles his way to the bedroom.

You did the one reasonable thing you could do, call your best friend. "That piece of shit! I swear when I get my hands on him he'll bee dead!" She yells through the phone. She was about to say something else, but once she heard you sniffle she stopped. Sighing heavily she said, "hey, no need to cry for that asshole, okay? Pack your bags, break up with the good for nothing asshole, and come to mine."

"Alright", you whisper and end the call. Wiping your tears, you go to your bedroom. You slowly open the door to see Tony passed out on the bed. Taking a deep breath, you start packing your bags and write a note, putting it under your pillow afterwards. You head to the door and just before you go, you look back remembering every memory you had here. Whether it was with Tony or the Avengers, they all came rushing to you. Tears filled your eyes and you left just like that.

• • • • • •

The next morning Tony woke up a bit confused. Whenever he slept, or passed out like he had, in your bed you would probably be snuggling up to him. Tony shrugged and got out of bed.

"Atleast I don't have to deal with her clingy self", he muttered. He got ready and decided to look for you. He looked in the kitchen, bathrooms, and living room, but saw no one. "She must be at her friend's house or something", he said, thinking out loud.

This went on for 4 more days. He wouldn't see you, he wouldn't see the note, and he'd be happy he wouldn't have to deal with you. Though, a little of him did miss you a bit.

At the moment it was about 3 o'clock in the morning. Tony was in bed sleeping, but tonight was different. Tony moved around in his sleep whispering words like, 'no' every now and then.

"(y/n)! Please don't leave me!" He yelled trying to convince you as he saw you pack your bags. You zipped up your bag and looked at him.

"Why not! There's no reason to stay with you! Your a cheating lying bastard!" You yell, picking up your bag and staring to make your way to the door. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"I-I won't cheat! J-just don't leave! I-I love you, I can't live wi-without you!" he sputtered following you outside the bedroom. As you opened the door to leave Tony rushed in front of you. He grabbed your arm making you look at him. He shook his head telling you not to leave. Silent tears slipped from his brown eyes as you glared at him.

"We're done Tony. Goodbye." You say taking your arm out of his grasp and left. Tony closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, tears slipping his eyes.

When Tony opened his eyes he was back in the cave. He was drowning yet again. He gasped trying to get out but he was being held down. Water entered his mouth and he started coughing in the water. His lungs burned cause of the water and tears pooled his eyes.

Tony shot out of his bed, tears flooding out his eyes, a sweating mess. He recognized the familiar feeling of his airways closing up as a panic attack hit him. His hand went to grab yours, but when he felt the cold bed sheets his head snapped to the empty bed.

"(Y/n)?" He gulped. "(Y/n)! W-where are you?!" He started to panic more when he was met with a penetrating silence.

He started to yell your name over and over again, pulling at his hair wanting you to be there to calm him down. Once he knew you weren't gonna, come he curled up into bed and cried a bit. The wind blew from the window and suddenly, he saw a paper fly out from the pillow and land on the bed. With shaky hands he grabbed the paper.

Dear Tony,

I know you don't want me any more. This relationship was probably another one of your games so, I'm seeing you free. You don't need to handle my clingy self or go behind my back to f*ck some girl. So, we're done. I've already packed my bags and left by now.

Love, (Y/n)

Tony's heart shattered as read the note. He shook his head getting up, and reading the note over again.

"No, no, no, no, no!" He mumbled, getting louder with each no. His hands couldn't hold the paper much longer, it felt like the most heaviest thing in the world. Tony squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to open them and see it was all a dream. Except, when he opened his eyes, he realized he was living his nightmare. He quickly picked up the note to check the date.

"J, show me w-what happened five days ago" Tony said shakily letting tears stream down his cheek.

"Alright Mr Stark", the AI immediately showed what happened that night. He watched painfully, as the scenes of that night replay.

"The fact you even thought that I had feelings for you is hilarious." His harsh words rang in his ears and a sob left his lips.

He leaned against the headboard of his bed, closing his teary eyes. "I didn't mean it (y/n), I didn't mean it. Please come back", he whispered. As he curled up into the bed, he cried his heart out. His heart breaking with every memory of you two that he could remember.

"Please come back!"

• • • • • • • • • •

It was yet another night without you, and Tony decided to go to a club to drink his sorrows away. His bloodshot eyes scanned the club, looking at sweaty bodies dancing on the dance floor, or couples making out on a couch. His gaze finally landed on a girl, her back was facing him and her (your hair length) (your hair colour) was let down. He recognized you in a second. His eyebrows furrowed, you never went to clubs, then why were you here. He decided to approach you, and while doing that, a song came on, Let Her Go by the passengers. You turned around once the song began, it was your favorite. Instead, you locked gazes with Tony, making your heart stop. You look away and start talking to (y/f/n), who was with you and giving death glares to Tony. And Tony, well, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you. His heart cracked when you looked away and he ordered for another drink.

Well you only need the light when it's burning low,

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go.

Only know you've been high when your feeling low

Only hate the road when your missing home

Only know you love her when you let her go,

And you let her go.

Staring at the bottom of your glass

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies

While the song kept playing Tony kept looking at you, and it was pure torture. The song just kept reminding him of how he lost you. And it hurt even more to know you were at the other side of the room. As the night went by, Tony ordered more drinks, to the point he could barely hold the glass in his hand. Little did he know, you were watching the whole thing with concern. You see Tony order yet another drink, and you sigh heavily. You make your way to Tony.

"Sir, are you sure you want another glass?" The bartender asked looking as concerned as you.

"No, he's not. Please don't get him another", you plead. The bartender gives you a smile and nod.

"(Y/n)?" Tony slurred in surprise. You nod giving him a tight smile.

"Come on Tony. Your completely wasted let's get you home." Tony was way to shocked to think, so he only nodded. You look at (y/f/n) who was shaking her head giving you a 'what the fuck. He cheated on you and your helping him?!' look. You roll your eyes and help Tony into your car.

Once you reach Stark tower, you see Tony's eyes starting to become heavy. "Tony, don't fall asleep yet. I promise once we get you to your bedroom you can sleep", you say softly.

"Our", he mumbled. Your eyebrows Furrow.

"Sorry what?" You ask.

"You mean our bedroom", he slurred. You press your lips together, why is he so stupid when he's drunk? You take a deep breath and just nod a little, not wanting to fight with him. You assist him in getting to his bedroom and your shocked when you see it. Broken bottles were everywhere. Clothes were scattered around the place along with shattered picture frames.

"Tony wha-", you shut your mouth when you saw Tony passed out on the bed. You shake your head disappointed, never in your life had you thought Tony, out of all the people, would react like this over a break up. Especially your break up. You figure you should clean up for Tony, since you knew he wasn't doing it any time soon. Two hours later you were dome cleaning up. The room looked way better than when you came and you felt proud. Abruptly, Tony started to shake and move around in bed. Panic was written all over his face, and tears started to spill from his eyes. Your eyes grow wide realizing what was happening, Tony was having a nightmare. You quickly get on the bed by Tony and shake him lightly.

"(Y/n)" he mumbled painfully, "don't, leave. Please!" His eyes shot open with that, and he sat up breathing heavily.

"Hey, hey, hey, Tony! I'm right here. Don't worry, everything is fine." You comfort, and the second you start speaking Tony's head snaps towards you. Tears streamed down his red eyes and he could barely breath. "Deep breaths Tony, deep breaths", you say softly. He lays his head on your shoulder once his panic attack subsides, and he sobs loudly.

You move onto the floor, and turn Tony around so you were kneeling in between Tony's legs. You took his face in your hands calming him down. "Everything's alright. It was just a nightmare", To my looks at you shaking his head.

"It's not a nightmare, it's reality. I-I thought that n-nothing would happen i-if you left. B-but I st-started living a-a nightmare. A nightmare I c-can't wake u-up from", he sobbed. "I wish I died in that cave! I wouldn't have to l-live in this pain. Nor would I cause you it. And y-you wouldn't hate me."

Tears fill your eyes, you didn't like how Tony was talking. You hated that he thought he should've died. "Tony! Don't ever say that. I don't hate you. I love you so much it hurts when I hear you say that." You exclaim.

"After what I did how could you love me?" He asked.

"There are so many reasons why I love you Tony. Like how your witty comments can make my day. How your only an asshole to keep yourself safe from the cruel world. How you'll risk you'll life to save a person's life. I can tell you one thing, that takes a lot courage. Or how sweet and caring you are with me and only me. Or maybe the fact you act so tough for people even of on the inside your dying. I love you so much it's impossible!" You explain, placing your forehead against his.

"D-do you think we can start over?" He asks hopefully.

"Definitely", you reply kissing him softly.

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