#i just. the pain of going on the dash and watching your baby get mercilessly cheated on.

[deobienthusiast]

kill for you

• pairing: jo gyehyeon (verivery) x reader

• word count: 1,585 words

• genre: fluff, angst, gang member!gyehyeon

• warnings: one small suggestive moment, mentions of blood, guns, death (if any of this bothers you DO NOT ENGAGE)

• notes: they really showed up during road to kingdom so hopefully this lives up to the idea that this gave you😅💜

• requested: yes | no by @vernonvsblog

Life never turned out the way it was supposed to, at least for you. You had always dreamed of the perfect life. You wanted to meet the perfect guy, nab the perfect job, etc. That’s not how it turned out for you, unfortunately. Those dreams got swept away the moment you laid eyes on Jo Gyehyeon, and in that moment he determined that you would be his forever and ever.

Gyehyeon was all things sin wrapped in a pretty satin red bow and placed in a box that said was nothing but purity. He liked defying all odds, pushing limits, breaking records. Gyehyeon had fiery red hair that complimented his pale skin and dark eyes. A beauty mark that sat just below his left eye added a touch of realism to him as he was almost porcelain-like. He was insanely intelligent. A smart kid with a bright future. He would volunteer in his free time and give back whenever he could.

Don’t get it confused. Gyehyeon was not the perfect little angel. In fact, he was the exact opposite. Gyehyeon was the perfect little devil. He was chaos wherever he went. More people feared him then liked him. Gyehyeon was a member of the most dangerous gang in all of your city, Verivery. Verivery was not to be messed with. The gang held a notorious record of getting everything and anything they wanted no matter what kind of pain, grief, and chaos they caused in the wake.

The moment you found out about Gyehyeon’s lifestyle, you knew you should’ve pulled away from him. You were graduating college soon, top of your class, and had your future all planned out. Gyehyeon’s pull on you, however, was just too strong.

“Deep in thought over there,” You heard a soft voice say as you turned and looked at the man that was consuming your every thought, his red hair being the first thing to catch your eyes. “What’s got you thinking so hard.

He stepped towards you, wrapping you in his arms as he laid his head in the crook of your neck.

“Just thinking about you. How I got so lucky.” You told him.

Gyehyeon laughed against the skin of your neck, nipping at it lightly as he lifted his head, catching your lips in a soft kiss. “I could say the same thing.”

His arms tightened around you as his body started to sway side to side, moving you along with him. These were some of the content moments. Gyehyeon was here with you, he wasn’t with his gang and causing trouble. He was here, in your arms and safe.

“My graduation is coming up soon.” You told him softly.

Gyehyeon nodded. “And I told you I would be there.”

“But what if something comes up?” You asked.

He shook his head. “I’ll be there. I promise.”

“Gyehyeon,” You both heard someone yell as he pulled back from you.

A slightly taller boy with dark eyes who looked older than your boyfriend rounded the corner before stopping. He gave you a small smile.

“I apologize for interrupting the moment, but Gyehyeon, we gotta go.” The boy said.

The red-head, who was holding a tight grip on your hand, nodded as he spoke.

“I’m coming, Dongheon. I’ll be right out.” Your boyfriend replied softly.

The older boy gave him a quick nod before walking back out the door. You waited for the sound of the door closing to resonate through the house as you felt Gyehyeon leave a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be back.” He whispered softly.

You nodded, not bothering to look into his eyes as you already knew what he would be doing, or at least you had somewhat of an idea.

“Just be careful, Gyehyeon. Please.” You whispered back in a pleading tone.

You felt him nod as the worry in you grew from his quiet response. He let go of your hand before heading out the door, right behind Dongheon. You watched him disappear into the darkening sky as you let out the breath you were holding.

Gyehyeon had a hold on you that you knew was absolutely dangerous. His line of work, the danger he and the others got into, always left you in a worrying mess. In the back of your mind, you knew anything could happen, so you tried to be prepared for that.

You kept yourself busy for the amount of time Gyehyeon was gone before hearing a knock at your apartment door. Quietly padding over, you opened it and came face to face with a man you had never seen before.

“Can I help you?” You asked softly.

He gave you a grim smile. “I believe you can.”

The man stepped forward, forcing you back into your home as he closed the door behind you. You backed into the island of your kitchen as he leaned against the back of your small couch.

“This is such a lovely place you’ve got here.” The man said, sliding his slim fingers along the trim of the top of the couch before bringing his eyesight to the small end table that held a picture.

“Such a lovely couple.” He whispered out, picking up the photo of you and Gyehyeon from your anniversary dinner.

You shakily, ran a hand through your hair. “You know Gyehyeon?”

The man chuckled. “You could say that. I think the real question is: do you know Gyehyeon?”

His words struck you as he dropped the picture from his hand, allowing it to hit the hardwood floor, smashing the glass and hollow wood frame to pieces. He stepped over then as he walked towards you. You sucked in a deep breath as he brought his hand up to your face, carefully tracing along your jaw.

“Your boyfriend has pulled me from a large amount of money. He owes me, and his time is up.” The man said. “So since I can’t get my money, I’ll get you.”

Your eyes widened before the man was yanked back and thrown to the floor. Gyehyeon’s red hair moved like a dart in front of your eyes as he cupped your face.

“What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?” He asked quickly, checking your body.

The man groaned slightly as you watched him get up. “You owe me money, Jo! I want it, or I take something of yours.”

Gyehyeon went after the man as they both wrestled each other to the ground. You yelled out in terror as Gyehyeon quickly spoke.

“Run! Get out of here now!” He said as you took off towards the door.

You got halfway down your driveway before stopping when you heard a painful scream. You couldn’t leave him, not like this. Running back into the house, you noticed the man on top of Gyehyeon, laying punch after hard punch on his face, chest, and stomach. Blood started to become apparent after each punch, and the sight was starting to make you sick.

You dashed to your closet and pulled out a small box, quickly unlocking it to reveal the loaded handgun Gyehyeon had bought you. He had told you that he always wanted you to be safe, even when he wasn’t there, and he had taught you how to use it as well.

You ran back to the living room before lifting the gun and pointing it at the man who was still mercilessly beating your boyfriend. Taking in a deep breath, you pulled the trigger, hearing a loud bang before your boyfriend grunted. The man stayed hovered above Gyehyeon before you shot him again, making him fall flat against the boy beneath him.

The gun dropped from your hands as you shakily whispered. “Gyehyeon?”

The man’s body was pushed off and onto the floor as Gyehyeon used all his willpower to pull himself up. You rushed towards him, grabbing ahold of him gently as you noticed his hobble from an injured leg. He winced when you wrapped your arms around him as you took in the facial injuries that would take way too long to heal. Not without some scarring, at least.

“Is-is he dead?” You asked.

Gyehyeon stared at the lifeless body that was now draining blood all over your floor as he nodded.

“Why would you do that? You could get in so much trouble!” Gyehyeon lightly scolded.

“Gyehyeon, he could’ve killed you. I wasn’t going to let him take you away from me.” You retorted, your voice raising slightly.

His eyes scanned the room before falling on yours, pulling you in just like they always do. “You did this for me?”

You nodded as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Would you do it again? Kill for me?”

Gyehyeon cupped your face the best he could as you nodded. A small and slightly sinister smile grew on his face as he pulled you in for a deep kiss. The taste of blood filled your mouth with a metallic tang as he slipped his tongue past your lips. You both moaned into each other’s mouths before he pulled away.

“I don’t want to lose you.” You said softly.

He shook his head, softly pecking your lips as he spoke. “You won’t baby. I promise. However, I need to hear you say it, just once.”

Gyehyeon’s hands tightly gripped your face as his eyes tore into yours. “Say it.”

“I’d kill for you, Jo Gyehyeon.” You told him, a small smile forming in your lips.

Your boyfriend smirked. “Good.”

#kwritersworldnet #verivery #verivery imagines #verivery timestamps #verivery drabbles #verivery gyehyeon #jo gyehyeon

[hoehoeyeah]

Dylan

On Thursday, a lean fit guy (let's call him Dylan) texted me on one of those apps. We'd chatted before but never met. This time we exchanged pics and there was an instant spark of mutual liking. We wanted to meet on that very night, but it was too rushed, so we postponed to last night. Both of us looked forward to seeing each other, and safe to say, it was one of the rare occasions where everything went right.

Dylan sent me his address and clear instructions on how to locate his rented unit in an established neighbourhood. I walked up four flights of stairs before reaching his door. I texted him and waited for a few minutes, then the door opened and there he was, sizing me up and down with a smile in his dark coloured boxer briefs that clung to his groin and hip like second skin. Looking up, I saw his big pecs (like Chinese mantous), six packs and thick thighs all packed in a short frame, with a cute, average-looking face framed by glasses.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Dylan handed me a towel and toothbrush, then brought me to the bathroom and pointed out the necessary tools I was welcome to use: shower, hose, toothpaste in mirror cabinet etc. He left me on my own. I had a quick hot shower while admiring the simple timelessness of the bathroom's design and furnishings: functionality in mind, all necessities present, no bells and whistles. In that neat space, I felt the day's stresses melted away while I scrubbed and washed all parts of my body.

In absence of my enema kit, I unscrewed the shower head and use the hose to clean my ass. I avoided solid food since lunch time, so it was a rather short cleaning process. Dylan mentioned that he's a slow cummer: by that I assumed he could last very long, so I made sure the water ran clear. Wouldn't want a repeat of shitting the bed or pain of getting fucked by own shit.

When I was done, I towelled my hair, wiped my body then wrapped that towel around my waist. I brushed my teeth as well. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I was fresh, fragrant and confident.

Dylan, still in his boxer briefs (oh so sexy), was surprised I came out ready so soon. He went for a shower too, and I was left all alone standing awkwardly in his warm-lit room, with air con on full blast. When he came back, we made small talk, just to ease ourselves into one another's presence. It didn't take us long to warm up and got back into that cheerfully naughty chemistry we shared in our chats.

He turned off the ceiling lights and switched to ambient lighting made out flashlight from an old phone and a tented paper card. It took me a few seconds to readjust, then I saw his chiselled torso and his beckoning smile. I stepped close to him, then he placed a hand on the back of my neck and gently brought me to his man-tits. Struck by the sight of firm but pillowy chest and his easy dominant attitude, I locked my lips around his nipple and gave him a tongue bath. His warm smooth skin was such a delight to lick and suck. While his nipples never hardened, the low moans he made were enough incentive for me to give my best. I alternated between nipples, making sure while I was sucking on one, the other was serviced by my fingers. Sometimes he played with my nipples too, and sucked on them to turn me on, but most of the time he threw his head back and let me worship him.

From my half-squat stance, I could feel his hardon throbbing in the trunks and stabbing on my chest. I hugged him and rubbed my chest against his cock. "Fuck," he sighed. "Let's go on bed?"

In one swift motion, he stepped out of his undies, fished for his supplies and hopped onto the mattress on the floor. I yanked the towel off my waist and hung it on the back of a chair. My half-hard dick was swinging as I made my way towards him. What a sight: a lean fit guy sitting with his back against the wall, legs splayed, cock jutting, his eyes concentrating on the condom foil he was trying to open. "Help me," he said. I made his nipples all nice and wet, then I shifted my body downwards so that I could suck his cock.

Dylan's cock, like the rest of his skin, was pale, evenly thick from base to tip and supported by a pair of low-hanging balls. He didn't have much body hair, so it was no surprise to find only sparse pubic hair which he trimmed short. I took a lick on his piss slit, to check whether there was any pre-cum (none, to my disappointment) and I swallowed about a third of his cock. Gentle blows to start with, then quick swoops down to the root, which earned me some appreciative moans from him. I could only take about 80% of the length and by my estimation, it's well over 6 inches. Apparently my slow blowjob wasn't enough for him, so he took the liberty to thrust his rod further down my throat, making me gag. This continued for a couple more cycles, then he released me. I tackled his balls, one after the other, by sucking them in my mouth and lashing my tongue against them. Our foreplay made his cock sufficiently hard, and by the looks of it slapping against one side of my face, it was rearing to go.

He drizzled a dash of lube over his cock, and passed the small unassuming bottle to me. "Baby oil?" I asked, reading the label.

"No," he replied with a smile as he rolled a thin condom over his long schlong. "Regular water lube. Just don't want others to find out."

I squeezed a thick glob out of the bottle, and fingered myself. He watched in earnest, as I arched my back and slipped one finger, then two up my freshly cleaned hole. Prepping and putting a show for him like this made me harder, and I turned around after feeling that I was loose enough. I pushed my knees far apart from each other, lowered my back and thrust my ass out for him. He pulled me close to his body, and jammed his dick on my rear, roughly trying to find the entrance. I grabbed his cock and aligned it with my hole, then he entered very slowly. I felt my ass muscles expand and relax as he inched his way closer to me.

"Pain," I said. He stopped, and waited.

"You ok?" he asked after a while. I nodded and he thrust most of it in. There was an alien discomfort, and fullness, which was sometimes punctuated by pleasure as he grazed on my prostate. He held my waist as he fucked me slow and shallow. "Your ass is nice," he commented, then he slapped it, two on each cheek. I laughed and thanked him. I spread my knees wider apart to accommodate our height difference.

Once I got used to his length and girth, we picked up our rhythm and went faster. He ploughed me mercilessly and hammered my sweet spot so forceful that there was a sensation of cumming or peeing building up near the base of my balls. "Slow down, I might cum," I warned him. He changed to be gentler, and asked, "did you touch yourself?"

"No," I said. "See? My hands are up here."

He swapped between long, slow strokes and short, rapid fire thrusts that got me moaning and mewling like a madman. At times I felt like cumming, but he pleaded me to hold it in, so I did. I wasn't sure for how long I could hold, though.

"What if I cum over your sheets?"

"Just cum la. After that can I continue fuck you?"

"Yeah, I can cum a few more times."

"If you feel pain or not OK, just let me know, I'll stop. Don't keep quiet then later blame and block me."

"I won't," I managed to say.

Our bodies were as one. He slammed his entire length over and over into my poor ass, which I felt by now must be loosened beyond repair. I could feel the heat as his thighs slapped against mine, and his big warm hands gripped my waist. It was as if I got reduced to a fuck sleeve or a plaything to him, yet I didn't mind because it felt so heavenly. He would complement his roughness with gentle acts of kissing my back, rubbing his stubble against my skin or interlacing his fingers with mine.

I suggested and tried riding him, but I noticed he softened a bit. Knowing him, I got on all fours and we did it doggy style again. His housemate was in the next room but he gave no care, fucking me so violently that I had to yell my lungs out or else I would just explode.

"Your back sweaty," he said with a chuckle, then wiped it with an old shirt.

"Yeah, so intense," I said.

"Want a break?"

"Sure."

He pulled out and instantly I felt a void. An unnatural emptiness now that we separated.

"I need to get a new condom. See?" he said, showing me how the tip of it got fused by the heat of our motions.

After checking with me that I was good to continue, he went to have a quick rinse of his body, then returned with a fresh condom. I glanced at the time on my phone and realised we had been at it for about half an hour (I swear it felt longer).

"So how? You wanna continue? I can go very long," he said.

"How long?"

"One hour, two, depends." I couldn't conceal my awe at the thought of being used by him for the rest of the night. My thighs were getting wobbly from hearing his revelation.

"Let's try," I said.

"Good. Now help me get hard."

Some nipple play and blowjob later, he got fully hard again and we resumed with doggy position. Each thrust of his cock elicited a moan from me. I tried to play up my moans, weaving them into long, unending and dramatic strands that got him higher.

"Lie down," he said, pushing me so I was flat on my stomach. He basically slam-fucked me like that, and squat-fucked me if he got bored of the routine. My hard dick and body was thrashing against the bed, and I almost came from being stimulated front and back, but he held me tightly and there was no escape. He knew I couldn't take it anymore, so he suggested, "count to 200 for me. I want to know how many strokes I can do."

So I counted and let him know, then he added more 200s for me, till I just gave up counting and let him bang me like waves beating the seashore. Somehow counting did take my mind off thinking about cumming, but it didn't stop my horniness from building up and screaming to be unleashed.

With both of us stacked, him upon me, his arms wrapping tight around me and my hands reaching back to feel the thrust of his hips, we were both high and sweaty. This guy is a natural fucker, I thought and there was something primal about our sex that my mind just blew off, leaving my body to fend for its own.

After what felt like an eternity, he roared and slowed down. I felt contractions down my chute, and deduced that he had just cum. He was so tired he lay atop me. For a short while we stayed motionless to catch our breaths. He withdrew, and panted slightly. "Wah, fuck, so tiring. Fuck like robot," he said.

"Yeah, very intense but fun," I told him.

"You wanna cum?"

"No need," I said, "I'll take care later."

We had a bit of chit chat, and I found out he's a mixed race guy from Borneo. No wonder his stamina was so different from others.

After we both showered (separately, him after me), I gathered my things and prepared to leave. I wanted to ask if we could meet again, but before I even got to ask, he said we should exchange numbers. I gladly agreed, thanked him at the door and went off in search of supper.

#hoehoeyeah

[ttaefiction-blog]

Stepfather | k.th

As soon as you step into your room, you throw your school bag by your bedroom door and slam the door shut. You take off your school shoes and throw them in a corner of your room. You’re a neat freak by nature but there is something that you need to do urgently. Your school jacket is off in a second and you toss it onto your bed.

You dash into your bathroom and rummage through one of the locked cabinets. A smile finds it way onto your lips when you find what your looking for. Your grip tightens around the vibrator and you bring it into view with a shaking hand. You had been longing for it the entire day that you thought you would explode.

You were breathing heavily as you ran back into your room and sat down on the edge of your bed. Both of your legs were spread and your skirt had been hiked up to your waste. With trembling hands, you hooked a finger on the band of your lace panties and brought them down to your calves.

A chill ran down your spine as the cool air in your room hit your soaking pussy. Without wasting another moment, you turned on the vibrator and pressed it against your clit. Soft moans escaped your parted lips as you applied more pressure. Slowly, you started pushing the head of the vibrator into your entrance. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“T-Taehyung.” you moaned. Taehyung was your extremely young and handsome stepfather. You didn’t know why, but ever since the both of you had met, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he licked his lips, the way he smirked at you, the way he kissed you on the cheek before you left for school. Everything about him enticed you.

You whimpered softly when you felt the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. You were close. Before you met Taehyung, you never did any of this. He changed you. For the better or for the worse, you yourself didn’t know.

“Taehyung-ah!” you moaned loudly as you hit your g-spot. You were about to reach your climax when suddenly, the door flew open. “Y/N-” you instantly pulled the vibrator out of you and pulled up your panties. You straightened out your skirt and stood up, not daring to meet your stepfather’s eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?” he exclaimed. “I...” you wanted to explain but in the end, you decided against it. You knew that it would sound stupid anyways. In a few steps, Taehyung was in front of you. “Look at me.” he whispered lowly. His deep voice made a fresh pool in your panties.

He hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your head so that you would look at him. “You’ve been a naughty girl. Haven’t you, Y/N?” he whispered in your ear. Chills ran down your spine at the close proximity between you two. “N-No.” you lie, stammering. Suddenly, a loud slap echoes throughout the room and you feel a sharp but pleasurable sting on your right ass cheek.

A soft moan escapes your lips. “Don’t lie to me baby girl. I heard what you said as you pleasured that greedy pussy of yours.” Taehyung growled. “Bad girls get punished, so if I were you, I’d admit what I did.” the dominance in his voice makes you whimper. “Are you going to tell daddy what you did?” he asks. You visibly gulp. “I-I pleasured myself with t-the vibrator.” you whimper.

“And who were you thinking off when you pleasured yourself, kitten?” Taehyung asked with a smirk. “Y-You, Tae-” another slap on my ass. “That isn’t my name sweetheart.” Taehyung growled, gripping my waist with his strong hands and pulling my into him. I could feel how hard he was as his dick pressed against my entrance. There were only thin pieces of fabric between us and I wanted to rip them off so badly.

“I said that’s not my name!” Taehyung said, spanking me again. “D-Daddy...?” your answer sounded like a question. Taehyung hummed in approval. “Repeat your answer correctly, princess.” he said as he rubbed himself against me in a teasing manner. You threw your head back slightly and moaned out his name. “I was thinking of y-you, daddy!”

“Good girl.” Taehyung praised you. “What do good girls get?” he asked, still rubbing himself against you. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from making anymore noises. “Rewards?” you ask, unsure. Taehyung nods and pushes you back onto your bed. “What would you like for your reward, baby girl?” growled, hovering over you.

“I want you daddy. Only you.” you whimpered. “Just wanted to hear.” he said with a smirk. With that, he smashed his lips onto yours. You both got into a heated make out session with Taehyung dominating it all. You rubbed yourself against him, trying to get some kind of friction. Taehyung moaned lowly into the kiss making you even more wet then you already were.

“Don’t do that, princess.” Taehyung warns. He starts kissing and sucking your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. When he finds it, he starts sucking on it harshly making you moan loudly. Your neck is sure to be covered in bruises by tomorrow. “Daddy.... please.” you moan, arching your back. Taehyung’s nimble fingers start unbuttoning your shirt. He rips of off of you and throws it somewhere on your bedroom floor.

You nipples harden because of the cold air. Taehyung starts sucking on your right nipple while his free hand kneads your left one. The intense pleasure makes you moan and fist the bed sheets. “You’re mine.” Taehyung growls, making eye contact with you for a second. “I’m all yours daddy.” you manage to moan in response.

You tug frantically on the collar of his shirt, trying to get it off him. Taehyung quickly pulls it off and discards of it somewhere. You place your hands on his abs, trailing running them up and down his bare upper torso. Suddenly, Taehyung stops all actions making you let out a breathy whine.

Taehyung slaps your ass. “Such a slut for me, aren’t you Y/N?” Taehyung growls, slapping your ass again. You only nod in response as you watch Taehyung rip your skirt off you as well as your lacy panties. You’re left bare in front of him making you cover yourself on instinct.

Taehyung growls and pins your wrists to the bed. “Don’t you ever cover yourself from me.” he growls, attacking your lips once again. You moan into the kiss when Taehyung cups your heat. “D-Daddy!” you moan. He starts rubbing your clit, putting pressure on it. “So wet for me.” Taehyung praises, rubbing your clit fast and hard.

You scream out as the pleasure intensifies. “Daddy, please!” you moan, arching your back off the bed. “What do you want, Y/N? What do you want from me?” Taehyung growls, rubbing my clit. “I want your cock inside me, daddy. I want you to fuck me!” you moan.

Taehyung growls as he begins taking off his tight pants. His erection strains against his boxers. Your mouth hangs open at his size. He was so much bigger than you expected. “Do you know how hard it is for me to concentrate at work?” Taehyung growls as he pulls down his boxers. His huge erection slaps against his stomach making him groan. “Whenever I think of you I become hard. Do you know how hard it is for me to hide this at work?” Taehyung groans, stroking his shaft.

He drags the tip of his huge cock up and down your entrance making you moan and spread your legs wider for him. “Daddy, please-” without warning, Taehyung slams into you making you scream out in pain. Tears form in your eyes as Taehyung pounds in and out of your mercilessly. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to his huge size.

Soon, the pain turns into pleasure. Both of you are a moaning mess as Taehyung fucks you hard. He hits your g-spot multiple times making you moan loudly. “Daddy, faster!” you moan. Taehyung listens and speeds up his pace. He’s thrusting in and out of your soaking pussy at an inhumane speed.

You can feel the knot returning, signaling that your close to reaching your climax. “Daddy, I’m going to cum!” you moan. “Me too, princess. Wait for me.” Taehyung moans. “A-Ah! Daddy!” you moan loudly. The bed creaks under you as Taehyung fucks you hard and fast. 

Your walls clench around Taehyung’s massive dick making him moan and shove his face into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, Y/N! You’re so fucking tight!” Taehyung moans. You feel him twitch inside you as his thrusts start becoming sloppier. “Fuck Daddy! I’m going to cum!” you scream out in pleasure, raking your nails down his back.

“Cum for me princess! Cum for me!” Taehyung growls. His voice is the limit as you reach your limit and cum all over his dick. He lasts a while longer before pulling out and cumming all over your lower abdomen. Taehyung rolls over beside you and pulls your blanket over the both of you.

You’re both breathing heavily as you lay on your backs and stare out into space, recovering from your highs. Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, turning you to look at him in the process. “You did great, princess.” he pants, kissing your lips softly. You nuzzle your head into his broad chest and whisper a small ‘thank you’.

“I love you, Y/N. I wish that I could tell the whole world how I really feel about you, but it’s hard.” Taehyung whispers, holding your body closer to his. “I know, daddy. I know.” you whisper reassuringly. “For now, this can be our little secret, right?” you say, looking at him with big, doe eyes.

Taehyung smiles and kisses you again. “Yeah, this will be our little secret until we can figure something out.” he says softly. With that, both of you fall asleep to the steady rhythm of each other’s heartbeat.

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[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Howabout a hero saves the day imagine where the guys need to save their love from the clutches of a daemon or a bad guy! Who doesn't love a dashing hero to save their day! Please? Love your blog btw!

Hi! Hi! I’m gonna combine these two together! And also make it a sequel to Be My Guest! 

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Noctis

How many years, how many years has it been? You groaned glancing around the once beautiful throne room of the Lucian family line, your eyes looked to the bodies unable to get a proper resting place, served as decorations and puppets for this madman.

You had at first hate Ardyn, for years you were his prisoner locked away, taken so cruelly from the man you loved. Forced into this world of darkness, and when he told that Noctis was within the crystal, the crystal that was both in your grasp yet at the same holds the man you loved making him further away from you. Yet as the ten years moved through, both slowly and in the blink of an eye, you could not long hold that anger and rage to the red-headed man.

Instead, now it was a pity, you were trapped within a place that was once your home, with only him for company. You could almost understand the pain he went through, at night if you paid very close attention you would hear it, the elderly man speaking into the endless night sometimes in anger, sometimes pleading.

“Princess, there you are.”

You turned, seeing the man move towards you, a term he had called you from day one. You stood tall, no longer afraid to cower at this man, you were his prisoner just as he wanted, why cower now? “What is it, Ardyn?”

“So rude,” He chuckled, “And after I had come to give you good news.”

You crossed your arms, the elaborate black and white ballroom dress, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it was a wedding dress, shifting as you turned to the man, “And what good news could you provide me?”

“Quite possibly a way for the both of us to get what we want.”

You scoffed, “The one person who could grant you, your freedom you’ve killed them. Or had you not notice the corpse of the Oracle that you had strung up as some party favor!”

The redhead man chuckling was the only warning you received before you felt something on your feet. Glancing down to see that bile that would leak from him when he began to surrender control to those creatures within him. It soon brought you down, for you felt the sensation of being pulled and then nothing.

*

“Off my King Jester, the King sits there.”

That voice, it was aged but you knew it! You could never forget it! It was a constant in your dreams. Your eyes opened as you glanced to the man before you, he was old, he looked so much like Regis. Still, the King standing before you, living before you! Was your Noctis! You felt tears appear within your eyes as you went to move forward, letting out a call of his name.

Only to be muffled, you were stuck to a smaller throne aside the King’s. Yourself bound and gagged as you were forced to watch Noctis fight for his life, and the sunrise. You watched as both sides mercilessly went after one another! When it happened, the final strike, Noctis had done it! He killed Ardyn, but there was no sunrise, no joy within the room. You attempted to move from your twist throne to run into your King’s arms, as he ascended the throne, only to find your throne held you firm.

You figured with Ardyn gone, that this magic would be gone too. You panicked as you recalled a book you had found in the library that foretold your love’s prophecy. Noctis would have to sacrifice himself! Your struggle continued, he was unable to see you through Ardyn’s magic, you cried as you attempted to break away, only to watch as he finally took his seat as the rightful King to the throne.

“Come to me!”

As that call echoed around the throne room, your chains broke as you rushed to his throne. You watched as horrified blue eyes notice you for the first time, followed by an acceptance, at what had come to be. Maybe he thought you to be the one to take him to the other side…

As the three soldiers moved into the throne room, ready to place this tale to rest. Two were greeted to the sight of the lovers embraced upon the throne, long gone from this world, yet a smile on both of their lips.

~~~~~

Prompto

It was unnerving, Gods! That didn’t even start to describe what Prompto was feeling as he walked through this madhouse, this laboratory, this Hell,

His birthplace.

His every nerve was on fire, telling him to use every bit of training he had at his disposal. The man, the creature, his father? His creator? was gone, along with any questions he may have had left for the man. Still…why was he here?

“You’re getting very close.”

He didn’t so much as jump, as he did brace himself at the annoying voice that had tormented him so much. Even with Aranea for back up, Ardyn was a horrid creature that he didn’t know if he had he the patience or time to deal with, he needed to get back to his friends.

Still, he wanted to know what this secret project, this specimen that was mentioned to him was. If anything he wanted to destroy it, prior to it becoming something that could be used against Noctis.

“You take that room, I’ll take this one Shortcake.”

As much as he hated for the two of them to split up Prompto nodded as he entered into what appeared to be a clone room holding tank. Most pods were empty, a few had grown soldiers, some missing parts. Possibly one that were still salvageable from the battlefield.

As he moved down the rows upon rows of his “brothers”, he noticed that the fluids had changed, the others were green or blue. While this one was red, and held what look to be an embryo. All the others were stated as MT unit, followed by a serial number and their “issue”. This one did not but gave the extra info of:

                                                 “Donor: F

                                                 Batch 22A

                                                 Serial: N/A”

He blinked, only to turn raising his gun as he heard the sound of cloth moving. His guard up, as he followed the tubes. Only to come to the end of the row of tubs and gasp. There was no way!

“Y/N.”

Floating before him, concealed within this goo, could it be?! It could only be you! Prompto moved forward attempting to open the capsule you were trapped in, only to find it sealed shut. Finding the emergency cut off, he pulled the switch, watching as the goo begun to drain, even as he heard the door clink. He pulled it open, catching your body as it fell, only now noticing that you had nothing on. Pulling a sheet from a chamber, he toweled the goo off best he could, the entire time attempting to wake you up.

Your eyes cracked open as you turned to him, “Prompto?”

“Hey, sweetie.”

You smiled, as your eyes slipped back close. You were still breathing so he knew that you were only sleeping. More than likely drained for your experiences here, who knows what either one of those monsters did to you.

“Shortcake?”

“Over here!” Prompto called back to Aranea, as he dried off your arms, only to notice the black bar code now on your wrist.

“What did you find? Isn’t that your little girlfriend?” The woman as kneeling beside you, providing a potion just to be on the safe side.

“Think you can find something for her to wear?” Prompto asked as the silver-haired woman left. He stared in shock, you were labeled like him, he could not, DID NOT wish this faith on anyone else, let alone you!

Aranea found a pair of oversized pants, shirt, boots and jacket for you. The two of them bundling you up as they started their trek into leaving this Hell. Prompto stopped as he noticed a large central computer, removing an arm from holding you, he shot. Listening to all of the pods shutting down.

The sound was a choir of Angels in this Hell.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

He knew he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up, and he needed to get back to the others, still, something was telling him to make this detour. Having just received “training?” “a blessing?” “a beating” from the SwordMaster, Gilgamesh, he felt that his role of protecting Noctis was in much better standing.

“You sure about this?” Cor inquired.

“Yeah, in and out,” Gladiolus stated, he needed to check his strength, test his resolve. Prove to himself that he did not leave his brothers to chance without him for no reason. He knew how big of a hole was missing without himself there, or you. You had been taken by Ardyn despite the fight you had put up.

Taking a deep breath Gladiolus turned to Cor, with the Immortal on his side, this should be easy. A ‘hidden’ camp of for MT units, that just so happened to be in the way he would need to go to reunite with the others. He could go around, but no one would say that Gladiolus preferred the easy way.

The men struck hard and fast, taking out quite a bit of the enemy before they could call into the camp and request back up.

“Should take down all communication as well,” Cor called, as they pushed back the third wave.  “If it is alerted that we’re here, we’ll be dealing with something much bigger.”

Gladiolus nodded following the more experienced man through the keep. Taking down any and all that thought to get in their way with brute force, he was like Prompto or Ignis, he wanted them to know he was there!

The two men stopped as they saw red lights start to flash followed by an announcement over the P.A system: “Prisoner has escaped! The prisoner has escaped! Extreme Caution!”

“Damn M.Ts!”

Both he and Cor turned to one another, only to see the body of one MT shoot pass them, slamming into a wall before crumbling into a heap. Weapons drawn the two men moved slowly around the corner, only for Gladiolus to nearly get punched in the face, only for the punch to stop.

“Babe?” “Baby?”

The two of you stared in confusion before a huge smile broke out over the both of your faces. Only for you both to exclaim at the same time, “How’d you get here? Nevermind me! Are you okay? Of course, I’m okay.”

“If you two are quite finished, we may think about leaving,” Cor called, noticing the sirens were starting to be more urgent.

You blinked finally noticing that Cor was standing by your boyfriend, “Oh hello Marshal.” You waved Gladiolus closer, “What’s the Marshal doing here? Did I fuck up that bad?”

Gladiolus chuckled, summon your Axe for you, “Nah, but what do you say about us tearing this place down.”

“If this is your idea of a date night?” You smirked, “If so you could really have a girl fall for you. Most M.Ts win?”

“You’re on.”

Cor could only roll his eyes, to be young and dumb again.

“Oh Gladdy, those new scars, hot, let me cover them in kisses later.”

Cor groaned as you both moved down the hall, maybe he spoke too soon. Still, he gave a slight jog to catch up, hoping to not stumble upon the two of you making out. He hated being a chaperone.

~~~~~

Ignis

Ignis sat at your bedside, out of all those to come to his rescue he had not expected for it to be one Ravus Nox Fleuret. The man had left to his own devices when you both were taken hostage by Ardyn. Still, Ignis had the man to thank, if not for Ravus Ignis’s sight would have been lost for good.

He would never be able to repay the Commander, not for his sight, nor for you.

Ravus was the one that helped Ignis track down Ardyn, stating that the redhead man wouldn’t go far and preferred to watch his mayhem from a distance. The two men found you both rather quickly after securing Noctis’s safety to Gladiolus and Prompto, still within Ardyn’s clutches and uncertain of how long you would last, as the wound to your eye was horrid.

“I should have known.” Ardyn chuckled as he attempted to fend off the two men, who within the short time they had teamed up had created quite the powerful duo, and after quite a bit of back and forth managed to actually take the man down, yet  neither was unable to perform a killing blow, not for lack of trying.

“Ig…Ignis.”

The man turned as he saw the haunted look within your remaining eye, reaching out as he was blessed with your vision of how to defeat Ardyn.

It was over so quickly it was almost bittersweet, he rescued you, he saved Noctis, still as he sat at your bedside he wondered. Could he have done more, sooner to avoid any of this?

The destruction of not only Insomnia, also Altissa, the deaths of so many, King Regis and Lunafreya include.

All of these thoughts went through his head, as he sat patiently at your side, having your eye removed as it there was no saving it. Awaiting for you to wake up.

“My love, I feel so lost.” He muttered weakly.

“Don’t blame yourself, Ignis.” You whispered, your single eye still closed, the other bandaged from Ardyn’s attempt of trying to take away your power. “I could see the future and couldn’t do anything to stop it if there was anyone to blame for this failure it is me.”

Ignis rested a hand on your own, “We will work for a better future.”

You opened your eye to the man, tears streaming, “I can’t see it. I can’t see a future.”

Ignis pulled your hand to his lips, “Than we shall look for it together.”

#kinda got a little type happy with Prompto's story #whelp go big #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noctis x reader #prompto argentum #prompto x reader #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus x reader #ignis scientia #ignis x reader #chocobros x reader #chocobros #final fantasy drabbles #ff15 drabbles #ffxv drabbles #final fantasy xv fanfiction #ff15 fanfiction #ffxv fanfiction #FF15 Headcanons #final fantasy 15 headcanons #ffxv headcanons #final fantasy xv head

[hanalwayssolo]

The Games That Play Us

A/N: You and Me and The Bottle Makes Three is a collection of one-shots I wrote many moons ago to unload a lot of feels, and part of the reason why I haven’t had the courage to share this is because it mirrors a huge fraction of my personal life (which parts of these stories is now up for speculation) and a drinking habit I’m trying to get rid of lmao so my dudes, tagging this with alcohol mention, just in case.

Also, it’s equal parts fluff and angst, and it’s something I ripped straight out of my garbage heart. So uh, it’s really as personal as it’s gonna get.

Tagging some folks on top of my miiiiind: @eternallydaydreaming2015 @louisvuittontrashbags @hypaalicious @itshaejinju

Noctis | Prompto | Gladio | Ignis

9:43 PM I miss you

Your text message flashes on Noctis’s phone screen, and it was enough for him to be thrown off his game of King’s Knight with Prompto.

Another message follows.

9:43 PM I miss us

And then another.

9:44 PM You rly did break my fucking heart your highness :)

For the record, you don't really text like that. In fact, you rarely even text. And when you do, you texted in pristine sentences, punctuated to perfection.

But still, Noctis froze at these cryptic messages, all coming from your number. Despite Prompto obnoxiously jeering in the background over his shameful defeat, Noctis was lost in his own world, spacing out at the very sight of your name.

“You okay there, buddy?” Prompto taunts, waiting for Noctis to respond with a feisty retaliation.

Not a word.

“Please, let us allow His Highness to gather the remains of his ego,” Ignis chides, unable to hide his amusement.

But zero, zilch, nada.

Usually, he has a snarky comeback to counter his friends. But he’s too occupied re-reading your messages—twice, thrice, and another more for good measure—before he slowly places the phone in the table for all his friends to see.

The first to worry was Gladio, who immediately asks, “Hey, what’s going on—”

Prompto grabs his phone with avid interest; Gladio and Ignis peer over his shoulder. They all read the texts, and they find themselves gaping at Noctis in disbelief.

Noctis finally shatters the silence. “Do you guys think… she’s okay?”

Both Ignis and Prompto sigh and share a despondent look, while Gladio steps in to answer.

“Noct,” his voice was low and grim. “You broke up with her because you’re getting married. That’s a lot to take in. Of course she’s not okay.”

To be fair, Noctis broke the news of his engagement with Princess Lunafreya to you the first thing he learned of it. He ran straight to your apartment and painfully explained the arrangement in strained sparse details that you eventually pieced it together to get the whole picture — you knew Noct has a poor habit of explaining things, but you’re so well-versed in understanding his language in full context and in filling all of his blanks, like you always do.

Truth is, he never wanted any of it and he only wanted you, and you held onto this precipice of knowledge with the hopes that maybe, he can change his mind. That he’ll fight for you. Chase you. Stay for you.

But ultimately, he had to do the right thing, and the right thing was to leave you. It was difficult for Noctis and you saw how the burden tortured him the instant he shed those tears that you were supposed to be crying. In the end, you respected all of this, as you should. You understood what he needed to do. You parted ways and you let him walk out of your door with a smile on your face.

What isn’t fair, however, is the pain that came after. It was a treacherous bastard; you thought you’re okay for a full swing of a week, and it only took one small moment—it was when you found yourself stopping by your usual gaming spot, the place where he first kissed you—and the pain came in tidal waves, ravenous and raging, destroying your illusion and revealing the cracks. The pain was violent, it mercilessly throbbed and ached, and you were crying in the middle of the street before you even realized you were crying, crippled with the hollow absence that Noctis left behind.

What isn't fair is that you didn’t ask for any of this. You didn’t ask for promises. You didn't ask to meet Noctis and have him turn your life around. You didn’t ask for love. But you let him in, knowing from the start that he isn't even meant to stay.

Buried under your pillows and sheets cradling a cheap bottle of vodka, you held the jagged pieces of your broken heart as you thumb another reckless text:

10:05 PM here take whats left of my heart and wear it like a crown :)

10:06 PM or like an armor or a badge of honor since you look good in almost anything it hurts :)

If you weren’t a bit tipsy, you would think this is all too petty for your tastes, passive-aggressive smileys included. But it felt so good hurling these messages onto the void; you knew Noctis doesn’t know how to respond to texts. Heck, you knew he rarely reads them—he only either uses his phone for his stupid mobile games and for calling you...

Which, of course, he hasn’t done in the past few days because it’s over and you’re just the newly-minted ex of a prince, and he’s leaving tomorrow to get married, and you can already imagine him looking so dashing in a suit, smiling and waiting at the altar, and you can picture these beautiful babies that he’s going to have with Princess Luna—

A loud banging at your door drags you out of your cauldron of tormented, heartbroken hell. You close your eyes and try to channel your will to pull yourself together and get to the door. You recalled you ordered for two boxes of pizza hours ago for sustenance, so you took some cash as you clumsily stumble forward, vodka bottle still in tow.

You slightly fix your hair to make yourself look at least presentable and appear sober. You open the door and oddly enough, the pizza delivery boy isn’t even carrying your much awaited pizza box.

And he’s wearing all black.

And he looks so much like Noctis…

Oh. Fuck.

“Hi.” Noctis is a little out of breath, his eyes rimmed red.

“You’re here,” you choke. Noctis stood there watching you, and there was a pregnant pause.

He’s here. Right at your doorstep.

“Do I curtsy now or do I bend the knee?”

Noctis scoffs and notices the bottle in your hand. “I see you’ve been drinking.”

“And I see you haven’t left yet.”

“You said you were fine.”

“If I said I wasn’t fine, would that make you stay?”

“I…”

“Figured just as much.” You sure didn't pull any punches as you kept firing away your words; your mouth is a lot sharper under the influence of alcohol. “Do me one last favor, Noct. Go out there and be a king. Bring forth thy peace. Eventually, I’ll forget about you, and you’ll forget about me—”

“Stop,” his lips quiver, each word a slice through his heart.

“So go leave me alone and get married—”

“I said stop.”

“But before that, will they televise your wedding on national TV? Because I would hate to miss it for the world—”

The bottle slips from your hand as Noctis wraps you in his arms and presses you closer against his chest. His body is too familiar to you—the warmth and the sound of his heartbeat was your sanctuary—and in his arms, you’ve always felt safe that you can’t find the strength to hold back your tears.

“I can’t forget you,” his voice shakes as he squeezes you tighter, stroking your hair and drinking the scent of your skin. “And I don’t want to forget you. I want you and I want to keep wanting you.”

You clench your fists on the back of his shirt as you bawl your eyes out. “I don’t want to forget you, too.”

You both stood there enveloped in each other’s warmth, both hoping that the world would stop spinning on its axis and for time to stand still.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ff15 #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #my writing #tw: alcohol mention

[faeriewriter-blog]

@scredgirl - thank you for the gorgeous art! And since this little snippet of writing has been on my website for a bit, I can finally post it here! So here goes, hope you enjoy.

Her tiny feet pounded upon the ground. She leaped over fallen logs and dashed through tangled bushes. Banners of red curls flowed behind her as she raced towards home. She was missing the most important part of the day.

It wasn’t surprising that such a small child found herself delayed by the wondrous sea. Crashing waves mesmerized her. Sea shells told her secret stories no one else knew. Seagulls sang her songs of other lands while seals watched her with wide eyes.

“Selkies,” she had whispered when she saw them. “Please don’t drag me into the water.”

Because they heard her plea, they stayed where they were. Content, or so she hoped, to linger and watch the flame haired lass play with seaweed.

She had lingered too long at the shore. Her mind had wandered —  as little minds were wont to do — and the sun had set upon the land. Eyes the color of ivy widened with fear before she sped away into the forest.

Her clan was never far from the sea. Perhaps because her father had told them all they would be safe. Perhaps because they were part selkies themselves. Their clan was made of dark eyed men and black haired women, which were rare in these parts.

But more likely because her father had been a Viking who promised they were safe by the sea. Vikings did not break promises.

Light dappled the leaves as the moon rose at the edge of her vision. Heart in her throat and lungs heaving, she tumbled from the undergrowth into the homestead of her clan.

They had yet to build the walls around their village. Only a few years had passed since they settled in this place, and her mother cautioned against rushing the process. They had many roundhouses to build. Many trees to be cut, huts erected, and thatch to be gathered. She was wise. The clan listened to her words.

Tartans slapped in the breeze, left out to dry. Starlight sparkled on blue, green, and purple. The colors always eased Sorcha’s troubled mind. They made her feel safe.

Firelight at the center of the village glowed bright. Long strands of twine hung with drying fish over small fires in front of each family’s roundhouse. Stones piled in sections kept sheep from wandering from their owner’s sides. The hawk of their leader, whom she had lovingly named Tapa, watched her with solemn eyes. But it was the communal fire which drew the little girl.

“Sorcha!” her mother called. “You are late!”

Sorcha blushed as red as her hair. As only child of the village healer and wise woman, she was expected to be better behaved.

Head tucked down, she shuffled towards her mother.

“I am sorry Máthair. I was by the water,” she whispered.

Her mother stroked her hair. Sorcha knew every callous and every scar upon that hand as though it were her own. Máthair worked hard, and her skin showed the signs of labor with pride.

“You cannot become a selkie like the other children, mo leanbh, my child.” Her mother chided. “You are mine and are not touched by Fae.”

One of the smaller children, Brigid of dark hair and even darker temper, shouted at her mother. “Bridei! Tell us the story!”

Her mother gestured towards an empty spot far from her knee. That was to be Sorcha’s punishment. Far from her mother’s side, she would be subjected to the pinching of the other children. They picked on her mercilessly. She was not one of them. The daughter of a Viking and a Pict could never be a true Irish lass.

No matter how strongly she felt the land sing in her heart.

“What story would you have me tell?” her mother asked. She folded her worn hands into her lap, the picture of a patient storyteller.

“Tell us of the Fae!” Brigid said, spite making her words sound hateful. “Tell us of the selkies, and how beautiful they are.”

Sorcha glared at her, red brows drawn down. “The selkies aren’t any more beautiful than the others of the Fae.”

“That’s not true. The selkies lure men to them, they’re obviously the prettiest.”

“The korrigan are the most beautiful!”

The two girls were known to get into arguments, mostly over the mythic creatures who walked their lands. Both believed in the stories, as most did, but they were more dedicated than the average believer.

“Children,” Bridei raised her hand for silence. “I shall tell you the story of the Faerie Midwife. Of how a mortal woman walked into the land of the Fae, and returned unscathed.”

Sorcha watched with pride as her mother drew herself up to her great height. She was no small woman, having descended from a tribe of warring people who were bloodthirsty in battle and valued their women like gold.

“It is well known that the Fae have children. And when they do, it is a difficult birth. You have all seen your mothers struggle through the long nine moons that await a birth, but for a Fae the time feels much longer.

“They are creatures of comfort, and do not easily bear pain. It came to be that an ancient midwife was called upon in the middle of the night. The moon’s silver beams touched her door and with the beams, came the sound of knocking.

“Now the midwife was not expecting visitors, but she was used to desperate people seeking her assistance in the wee hours of morning. She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and answered the door. Before her stood an ugly, pale, shriveled old man who bade her assistance with his wife’s birth.

“Upon her agreement, he helped her onto his coal-black horse who stared at her with eyes of fire. They rode as though the dullahan followed them. They rode until she did not know where she was or how long they had ridden. But they soon arrived to a small and simple hut in the middle of the forest where she could hear the man’s wife screaming.”

A shiver danced down Sorcha’s spine. She had heard the cries of pregnant mothers struggling to bring life into the world. She had also seen the bodies they burned upon the pyres when the mothers were unsuccessful.

“Small children stood at the door. They made the midwife shiver, as their eyes appeared wrong. Not glowing or filled with happiness, but hollow as they watched her pass. She knew her job well. She helped the mother through the difficult birth and took the small vial of oil offered immediately after the child came screaming into this world.

“‘Strike the child’s eyes with this,’ the mother told her. ‘Do it now!’

“Now, the midwife was not a foolish woman. She rubbed a healthy dose of oil upon the child’s eyes, but wiped one of her own. The room shifted beneath her feet and she saw the creatures before her as they truly were. Golden light shimmered around the mother. The creatures she thought were children were, in fact, goblins.

“And the husband standing in the corner was the most fierce of all Unseelie she had ever seen before. Horns stretched towards the ceiling, great claws tipped his fingers, but it was his eyes which frightened her most. Soulless and hungry, he watched her with eyes the color of fire.”

All the children gasped. Some grabbed hold of their siblings, but Sorcha’s eyes watched her mother was rapt attention. She was getting to the best part.

“The midwife stayed calm. She helped the mother swath her new imp baby in silver fabric shining with the moon’s light. The Fae man put her on his demon horse, and together they rode back to her home.

“She had seen the Fae in their true form. The ointment was to ensure that their children could see past their glamour. It wasn’t until she was in the market the next day when she realized her mistake. She saw the Fae man again, stealing from a vendor in the marketplace.

“‘Stop!’ she shouted at him. ‘I have caught you, thief!’

“He looked at her with surprise. ‘You can see me?’

“Then she realized her folly. As did the Fae. He snarled at her, grasping onto her skirts with strength she could not escape from. ‘The ointment. For meddling in affairs that are not yours, you shall see me no more.’

“His threat issued, the Fae snatched her eye from her head.” Bridei leaned forward, clawing at the children who shrieked and fell to the ground. “Never again did the midwife see out of that eye. As punishment for crossing the Fae.”

Clapping echoed when the story finished. The children shouted for more, but Bridei would not be convinced. “No no,” she said while laughing. “Only one story a night! Or you will all have nightmares. Just remember, never trust the Fae.”

Sorcha sat up straight, convinced she was about to best Brigid. “But we can trust the Seelie, right Máthair? They are the Fae of light and good.”

The expression upon her mother’s face darkened. “None of them are good, mo leanbh. Do not ever make the mistake of thinking any of them are good. The Fae are dangerous creatures who will make any pact to get what they want. Be it Seelie or Unseelie, they are untrustworthy and evil.”

Sinking back to the ground, Sorcha tried not to hear the other children snickering. The others stood to go back to their own fires. But her mother remained where she was.

Sorcha scooted towards her mother’s knee. Although she had misbehaved today, she hoped that her mother could forgive her. It was difficult to be a good girl when the world was calling. The sea was a mystery, the forest an adventure, and the world was altogether too big.

“I am sorry,” Sorcha whispered as she leaned her head against her mother’s knee. “I tried to be good today.”

“You are always good, a ghrá geal, bright love. I am too harsh in teaching you to be wary of the Fae.” Bridei stroked her fingers through the snarls of Sorcha’s hair. “I only want to make you understand our world and the dangers of the Fae world. You would be a treasure the Fae would not be able to resist. Flame haired child of mine. I want you to stay safe.”

In her mother’s words, Sorcha heard the hard bite of iron. Only once had she seen the warrior Bridei kept locked inside of her. She remembered all too well the memory of her healer mother walking into their roundhouse, and exiting the woad painted berserker who protected their village from wolves and men.

She didn’t ever want to see that nightmare of a woman again. But, there was always the chance that her mother would be called to battle. That the night would fall, fires would blaze, and blood would spill upon the soil.

Sorcha never doubted her mother would fight to get her back from the Fae, if she were ever stolen. The legends said sometimes it was possible. Tam Lin had done it. Her mother could too.

The lulling sweeps of her mother’s hands eased Sorcha into sleep, slumped against warm skin and comforting protection. The Fae would not come for her tonight.

Not with her mother watching over her.

#writing #fae #faerie #irish legend #indieauthor

[yeehawdante]

Heaven on a Landslide pt. 5

June 15th, 6:12 a.m. 

Penelope walked alongside V, an uneasy silence between them save for the occasional click of his cane against the ground. Her companion was always distant, focused solely on the task of defeating Urizen. She understood, of course, the monster had ripped her son’s arm from his body and left him in a pool of his own blood. She definitely had her fair share of twisted daydreams of the demon king’s mangled corpse at her feet. 

A voice sang in the depths of her mind, quiet and mocking- chanting mercilessly the painful truth that kept her awake at night. Urizen had most likely killed Dante. As much as she tried to hold onto hope that the idiot was still hanging out in the Qliphoth, waiting to welcome her with that dumb, beautiful grin and a bone crushing hug that lifted her feet from the ground, she knew that was nothing but a childish dream. 

“Something the matter, Penelope?” V’s voice pulled her back to reality. 

“Yeah...yeah, just worried about Nero,” it wasn’t a total lie. They were on their way to meet up with her son and Nico to discuss their next move. Penelope had been away from Nero for a few days, and after spending so much time by his side, she was suffering from severe separation anxiety that she hadn’t experienced since her son was just a child. She ended up lost in a sea of thoughts yet again, consequently missing the fond smile V had given her. 

“The boy is capable, even more so with that new arm of his,” Penelope exhaled softly. 

“Yeah, thank the gods for Nico,” she laughed slightly, mindlessly fingering at the upgraded revolver strapped to her thigh. She came to a sudden stop, V colliding with her back with a grunt. He started to apologize but she pressed a finger to his lips, too busy listening for something to see his offended glare. She picked up on the sound of a sword tearing through demon flesh accompanied by a familiar potty mouth. 

The brunette quickened her pace to a jog, V hot on her heels as she turned the corner to see a giant demon taking slow, sluggish swings at her white haired son. Nero clearly had the demon on the ropes so Penelope hung back, letting him have the fun. 

V seemed to have different plans though, sending out Griffon to swoop around the brawny demon’s ugly head. Her attention was pulled to the obsidian-haired man to her left, who had his book open, preparing to quote more poetry. 

“I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe, that made my love so high, and me so low,” Penelope tuned him out, choosing to check on Nero instead of watch V treat demon hunting as if it was a play. 

“Hey, you alright?” Nero’s gaze wandered to where Shadow was practically shredding a hole through the demon’s stomach. 

“I’m good, you two are late though. Was worried I was gonna have to pick you out of his, uh, tummy teeth,” Penelope chuckled, nodding her head in the direction of her mysterious companion. 

“Pardon our delay, I was catching up on some reading,” she could see Nero fighting off the urge to roll his eyes. 

“Yeah, looks like a real page turner,” the towering root of the Qliphoth turned an ashy gray before disappearing. The white haired man turned his attention to the tree looming in the distance, a pit forming in his stomach that he elected to ignore. 

“So, uh, do you think Dante’s still in there?” 

“If Urizen defeated him, I expect he’s not much more than Qliphoth pollen by now,” Nero shot a worried glance in his mother’s direction. Dante was obviously a sensitive subject for her, both men were aware of that despite her efforts to keep her feelings hidden. It hadn’t gone unnoticed how little sleep she’d gotten in the past month, opting to stay up and flip through every demonology text Nico had on hand in an attempt to find any information on Urizen. No such luck, but that didn’t stop her from trying. 

“Well, in any case...we need to find out. If Dante’s alive, we’ll find him, if not, we don’t,” Nero started forward, eager to continue on their charted path towards the base of the Qliphoth. V stuck out his cane, stopping the eager warrior when he hooked it around his shoulder. 

“First we need to exterminate some Qliphoth roots. Your mother had quite the revelation earlier,” the younger man raised his eyebrows, silently encouraging Penelope to share her findings. 

“The Qliphoth is harvesting blood to condense into this fruit. Its power...it’s unparalleled, even Mundus himself used it to rule the Underworld. So if Urizen eats that fruit-well, we’re fucked. We need to make it take as long as possible, so if we cut off his supply-” 

“We’ll still have a chance,” Nero finished for her and she nodded quickly, “nice going ma-” his praise was cut short by the sound of an approaching van. All three devil hunter’s attention was drawn to the van squealing to a stop in front of them. Nico’s familiar freckled face leaned out the window, a welcome sight for Penelope who’d grown to miss the lethal artisan’s charm in the past few days.  

“I know, I know I’m late! Shut it! The road’s were all clogged,” she paused, “hey, V, you gonna get that? Ding, ding ding, right by your feet!” She pointed frantically, and V swiped his cane down to flick the remnants of the giant demon into her waiting hands. Penelope’s nose crinkled in disgust when Nico brought the demon piece up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Nero’s expression mirrored her own as he stepped closer to the van. 

“Did you just sniff that? You have any idea where that’s been?” 

“Up your butt?” Nero tsk’d at Nico’s childish antics. 

“Focus on the mission!” He griped before stomping onto the van. Penelope laughed to herself and shook her head, it almost felt like she had two kids at that point, the way those two argued. And the way Nico had taken to affectionately referring to her as mama. 

She followed Nero into the van, plopping down onto the couch with a relieved sigh. V’s constant need for progress was wearing down the soles of her boots quick, and she was grateful for any chance to be off of her feet. His never-ending motivation reminded her of someone long gone, a dull ache spreading through her chest in response to the stirred up memories. 

V came through the door, Shadow at his heels. Penelope smiled softly when the large cat curled up at her master’s feet like a random housecat. The van lurched forward when Nico suddenly slammed on the breaks, V clearly almost losing his balance, as they sped closer towards their next destination. 

“You should probably take a seat, I’d hate to see you fly through the windshield,” she almost felt accomplished when V actually smiled at her joke. 

“It would be quite a way to go,” he quipped as he took a seat next to her, earning a snort from the small woman. It grew harder for V to keep his distance from her with every passing day, being so close to someone you loved but having to keep them at arms length was an unfathomable kind of torture. He just had to continually remind himself that he was saving her from more pain, it will hurt enough when she finds out what he truly is, the least he could do was soften the blow. 

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June 15th, 6:26 a.m. 

The van was parked in a mostly secure area, Penelope napping on the couch and the two men discussing their next move in the front. Nico was in the back, filling the mostly quiet van with clanking sounds and various curses. 

“I think we should split into two groups,” V stated to Nero, who had his feet up on the dash. 

“...and cover more ground, good idea,” Nero got to his feet, only to be stopped by Nico, who was proudly brandishing a new devil breaker. 

V tuned the pair out as they started to argue, placing a hand on Penelope’s shoulder to shake her awake. Her eyes shot open, a panicked look in her eyes as she warily took in her surroundings. She relaxed slightly when her eyes met with V’s, settling back into the leather cushion behind her. 

“Are you ready to head out?” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, jumping slightly when Nico plopped down next to her. 

“Yeah, just give me a second,” she got to her feet, grabbing her jacket and stretching her arms over her head. Her arms dropped when Nico let out a whistle from behind her. 

“Damn mama, you sure you had a baby? With a smokin’ body like that?” Penelope’s cheeks were tinted pink as she turned to look at Nico. 

“Huh?” 

“I’m just saying you got a nice ass is all,” she couldn’t help but laugh at Nico’s shamelessness. V and Nero shot the tattooed woman simultaneous glares. 

“Could you not talk about my mom like that when I’m standing right here?” The young man’s face twisted up in disgust and Nico shrugged, blowing out a puff of cigarette smoke. V waved it away as he passed her, stopping in the doorway as Penelope hugged her son goodbye. 

“If we don’t see you along the way, we’ll see you at the bottom of the Qliphoth,” Penelope’s stomach sank at the possibility of waiting so long to see them again. She sucked in a deep breath as she stepped outside, the sight of the Qliphoth looming in the distance filling her with all the motivation she needed. 

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June 15th, 6:35 a.m. 

Penelope trailed behind V, the thud of her heeled boots disrupting the eerie silence of the city around them. She hated silence more than ever, her obnoxious brain hellbent on creating images of the love of her life dying in the Qliphoth while she was at home sleeping, none the wiser to the world ending around her. 

Guilt stabbed through her heart as she wondered if things had played out differently if she had pushed Dante a little harder. Something had been off about him since the moment V had given him that job, if she had just asked him about it more, put her foot down when he made her leave, if she had been awake when the Qliphoth sprouted...if...if...so many what ifs. It seemed all she had anymore were unanswered questions. 

She was startled from her thoughts when Griffon flew past her, stopping to hover beside V. Something dripped down from her eye and she hastily wiped away the  tears she didn’t know had been forming before her companion caught wind of her weakness. Lucky for her, the poet only seemed interested in the task at hand. 

“So V, do you think this kid can kill Urizen?” The pair in front of her spoke as if the ‘kid’s wasn’t walking right behind them. 

“One can only hope,” the pair of devil hunter’s came to a halt when the ground started to shake, turning to see a heap of rubble collapsing in front of the entrance to the tunnel. No turning back. V continued speaking, unbothered, “but for now, we have a more pressing engagement.” 

Shadow materialized just as they stepped out of the tunnel, growling at the incoming empusa. Penelope let out a sigh, unholstering her guns and ignoring the big mouthed bird beside her. 

She went to move on the oversized bugs when she was nearly knocked on her ass by the demon bird swooping past her, mocking his master as he cleared the area before she could even pull the hammer back on Thank You. 

“Kinda like having you around,” Penelope murmured to the bird hovering in front of her, surprised when he landed on her shoulder. 

“Yeah, you ain’t so bad yourself missy. Could put in a little more work though,” she scoffed as she started to move. 

“Oh ha-ha, you don’t leave anything for me!” V trailed behind, an affectionate smile on his face as he listened to his companions go back and forth. 

The group came up on some sort of container yard, a large group of demons closing in on them like a hungry pack of wolves. Penelope went to dash forward, her grip on Hellreaver tight, but a tattooed arm stuck out and stopped her. 

“You might want to stand back,” V said with an odd smirk. 

“Yeah sweetheart, wouldn’t want you to get turned into a Penny sandwich,” Griffon snickered and she gave the bird perched on her shoulder an odd look before a snap echoed from V’s fingers. Penelope watched in awe as V’s hair lost its inky hue, turning a color so white it made Dante’s hair look gray. A meteor crashed in the middle of the group of demons, the rock forming into some sort of on eyed creature and wiping out the remaining demons with a cruel swing of its rocky fist. The monster faded back into V’s hair once the area was clear. 

“What...the fuck was that?” V chucked softly. 

“That was Nightmare. It takes quite a bit of energy to summon him, so I use him scarcely. Much like your demon form,” her violet eyes narrowed and she put her hands on her hips. 

“How did you know I had a demon form?” The color seemed to drain from V’s face. 

“Uh-oh Shakespeare, buste-ah!” Griffon let out a surprised squawk when he was forced back into V’s arm. Penelope suddenly let out a laugh. 

“I’m just messing with you,” she giggled, lightly punching him in the shoulder, “lighten up a little, Shakespeare,” she moved on to survey the area, seemingly unaware of her companion’s gaze stuck to her. She certainly knew how to make keeping his distance...difficult. 

“Hey V, be careful up ahead. This bridge looks like it’s on its last leg. We should probably cross one at a time,” he gestured his arm out in front of him, bowing slightly in exaggerated politeness. 

“After you.” 

“Gee, thanks,” she muttered, crossing the bridge with a stressful amount of disregard for the crumbling foundation beneath her feet. She made it across nonetheless, and V let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding when she waved at him enthusiastically from across the way. 

The short brunette watched V cross the bridge, keeping a watchful eye on the ground beneath him for any signs of distress. Her heart dropped down into her stomach when the bridge started to collapse faster than she thought it possibly could, and she leapt forward, landing harshly on her chest to latch onto V’s hand. He looked up at her with wide eyes, his face twisted up in panic. 

 “Fuck, you’re way heavier than you look,” she grunted as she struggled to haul him up, rolling over to her back when he was finally safe. They didn’t have long to catch their breath before more demons appeared, Penelope let out a frustrated groan and drew her revolvers. She didn’t even bother getting up as she picked off the strays that Griffon and Shadow didn’t exterminate immediately. The demon bird landed in front of her, tutting. 

“Can’t believe I do all the work and she gets to sit on her ass,” she shot right next to the bird’s oversized talons, snickering when he soared away and disappeared into V’s intricate tattoos. The thin man approached her, offering down a hand and lifted her to her feet. 

“Thanks,” she sighed, dusting the dirt off her leather pants. 

“I suppose I owe you one.”

 “You bet your ass you do, think I dislocated my shoulder lifting your skinny ass. I don’t know how Griffon does it all the time,” V allowed himself to chuckle. Her newfound personality was definitely an acquired taste but after spending a month with her, he certainly found her charming. 

Penelope was almost relieved to find a payphone, grateful for a moment to rest her long legs. She practically shoved V to the side to get into the booth. “You have a quarter in that fancy vest of yours?” She asked, pressing the receiver to her ear. V smirked slightly before pulling out a shiny coin, placing it in her turned up palm. 

 “Something tells me I should start a tab,” she rolled her eyes at him, a smile on her face and his chest fluttered at the friendly interaction that seemingly came so easily for them. Something ate at his chest, repeating to him that he had no time for pleasantries. He didn’t have long to think before Nico’s van came barreling over top of them. V sprung into action, summoning Griffon to lift him above the van before bringing out Shadow to pounce on the van and push it to the ground. She spun to a stop just as Penelope hung up the phone and stepped out of the red booth. Her face split into a wide grin. 

“Thank god, I’m starving.”