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kykyonthemoon · 2 months

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An Unexpected Dinner

As a reward for working so hard lately, he plans an unexpected dinner for you.

❀ Xavier x Reader/MC, Rafayel x Reader/MC, Zayne x Reader/MC

❀ Domestic fluff, cooking time, soft and sweet

❀ Requested by Trâm Hoàng

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𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You came home after a tiring day of overtime. Your plan was to make a simple dinner, then a long sleep until morning to recover. Yet from afar, you witnessed a plume of black smoke rising from your residence.

Based on the location of the black smoke, you knew right away that the troubled residence was one level above yours. That was precisely the house of…

“Xavier!”

You cried out, almost a scream. You took off running in that direction. The building's occupants remained oblivious to the situation, and your first concern was locating Xavier. He had the day off. He's probably still inside.

The fire alarm in the hallway was still silent since the smoke had not yet extended to that area. You impatiently rang the doorbell, then slammed your fist on the door while calling Xavier's name.

A few minutes later, you heard the door open from inside. You were welcomed with the sound of the fire alarm along with a plume of smoke and a burning stench. Amidst the chaos, Xavier's face emerged, with black streaks running across it and his hair disheveled and coated in white powder. He was also wearing an apron that was scorched at the hem and blood was seeping from one of his fingers.

“Xavier!” You grabbed his body and observed. “You're bleeding!”

Xavier saw then that a deep and lengthy cut had been made on his finger. He brought it up to his eyes, then put it back down.

“Let me get your first aid kit.” You said, one foot stepped inside but Xavier pulled you back.

“Don't go in there.”

"Why not?"

Xavier must have been attempting to disguise some humiliation based on the way he was acting. He remained silent and continued to hold your arm tightly.

“Why is your apartment in this state? Is there a Wanderer?”

You had checked your watch on the way here. This area was still pretty safe. You just failed to see why Xavier came to be in this situation. What could possibly bring such suffering upon such a respected Hunter as him?

You peeped inside. By then, the fire alarm had been fully deactivated. There was still some smoke in the kitchen, and the air smelled burning. You removed Xavier's hand that was placed on you and ran inside. While the crisis was soothed by the fire hose, it also unleashed an unparalleled mayhem over Xavier's entire kitchen. But it might have probably been chaotic the moment he had decided to cook something in here.

Xavier trailed you, wearing an unsettling, guilty look.

“You… What were you doing in here?” You questioned, no longer trusting what you saw. There was flour all over the counter and floor, and something in the oven had burnt black and melted into a deep pool of sugar. Dishes, pots, and pans were arranged on the counter as though he was either planning to inventory the kitchen utensils or planning to throw them all away.

Without waiting for his reply, you already grasped the situation. With a heavy sigh, you turned back to face him and said:

“I thought we agreed that you should stay out of the kitchen?”

Xavier gave you an innocent, almost sinless look.

“Um… I'm sorry… Since you often come home late from work these days, I thought… I could make you a surprise dinner, along with some desserts…”

You turned back to look at the kitchen. The "dinner" he spoke of lay still in the pan, its contents so burnt you could no longer discern what it was.

You took Xavier's hand away. "Let's go. To my place.”

Xavier let you lead him back to your apartment and obediently sat down on the sofa while you went to find the first aid kit. You cleaned his wound and then applied a band-aid on it. After giving the band-aid a close inspection, he turned to face you and grinned, saying:

“These bunnies are so cute.”

You didn't say anything, just turned away to pack first aid supplies back to where they belonged. Xavier's voice still rang out monotonously:

"Thank you. And… I'm also sorry since I wanted to surprise you, but ended up causing you more trouble.”

You remained silent the entire time, in part because you were too concerned about him and, because of the anger you felt when he ignored what you said and went into the kitchen. Even though he had good intentions to take care of you, the thought of him being in danger put you in great panic.

“Do you think these are good bunnies?” You gestured at the bandage on Xavier. When you asked that, he seemed a little astonished, but he nodded. "They listen to me and don't run around the kitchen making a mess," you went on. "Unlike a certain bunny I know…”

Xavier showed an apologetic face. “I'm… sorry…” Then he took out a few chocolates from his pocket. They fit easily into his strong grasp. “These are free gift with baking supplies… At least we still have this for dinner.”

You chuckled as you glanced at them and then back at him.

“Leave the dinner to me. But this..." You held Xavier's wounded hand. "Are you hurt?" You asked.

With a cooing voice, Xavier nodded like a toddler and said: "It's very, very painful."

You laughed. Hundreds of Wanderers had been defeated by this young man, yet he suffered a simple cut.

“Then leave dinner to me. As for this wound..." You stopped for a moment to raise his hand very close to your lips. Your fingers gently rubbed his hand, then you kissed the rabbit band-aid. “Get well soon.”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

You immediately ran to Rafayel's studio after his text message. He only said it was an emergency and needed you to be there at seven o'clock.

The entrance to the studio was unlocked. You entered cautiously. To be sure there was no danger here, you looked around. Rafayel was nowhere to be found when you searched the gallery and living room.

Impatient you were as you had no idea what could happen to Rafayel. You were about to call out his name, but at that moment, you heard a noise from the kitchen. You crept closer, afraid that there was still danger there. You entered the dining room to find everything redone, including roses, unlit candles and the circular dining table with two chairs facing each other. You grew even more curious about why Rafayel wanted you to come here so urgently.

Through the open door, you caught a glimpse of Rafayel's back on the opposite side. He was staring at a pot on the stove. The steam and smoke released cause the temperature in the kitchen to gradually increase. It was easy to see that Rafayel was sweating profusely on the back of his shirt. You breathed a sigh of relief. He was still safe even though he had not sensed your presence yet. He continued his story as if there was another person in the kitchen.

“…You know, when she's shy, her face is as red as your color when you're steamed.”

You frowned. Who was he talking to? And about who?

“These days, she's a little bit slimmer now than she was. She often leaves early and stays at work late. Her missions must be very stressful. Unlike you, so fat and round, you almost don't fit in my pot."

You heard Rafayel tapping the ladle on the contents of the pot. The smell of boiled crab and seafood filled the kitchen. What was he doing here?

“Anyway, thank you for coming here. Please help her gain a little weight. I love giving her plump cheeks a poke to watch how she reacts. Haha…”

It was not a surprise to you that Rafayel talked to himself. But to the crab he was cooking?... You wondered what would be better, to let him finish his meal or to come in and say hello?

“Do you think she will come? Since she's so busy, I'm not sure. What if she really ignores my messages? Then it'll just be me and you, and all the seafood I've prepared for her... Well, she'll definitely come, right?"

It turned out he had tricked you into coming to the studio with that text message. To get Tara to assist you with the last thirty minutes of work, you had to bribe her with boba tea. Then, you had to rush as quickly as you could to see him. You coughed loudly in the kitchen, signaling your presence there and that you knew his entire plot.

Rafayel gently turned around, as though your presence hadn't startled him.

“Oh, how come you're here so early?”

As if nothing had occurred, he grinned. Additionally, he was wearing a vibrant apron, on which you could very well assume he had painted it himself.

“Hurry and take a seat. Everything has been prepared for you. All that's left is this crab."

“You called me here for this emergency matter?”

Rafayel blinked. He carried the ladle in one hand still. “Ah, that's right. This is truly urgent.”

"Seafood? Flowers and candles? You cooking? Rafayel, what's going on?

Rafayel set down the ladle and moved in your direction. “Since you've been working so much lately, I thought a surprise dinner would make you happier.”

You clenched her fist and gave Rafayel a painful blow in the chest.

“Ouch!”

"You idiot! I ran for my life here immediately after that message. I thought something happened to you… If something really happened to you, then I…”

Rafayel raised his hand, not to ease the pain you just gave him, but to squeeze your wrist.

“Are you so frantic… because you're worried about me?”

Rafayel gave you a very affectionate look. A grin formed at the corners of his lips. The hand that was holding you moved along your wrist and hand, trying to soothe the anger in your heart. You admitted, you worried about him like crazy. You thought of all the bad things that could have happened to him on the way here. As for him, nothing happened to him except that he probably had told the crab many nasty things about you.

“Next time, I will just ignore you.” You pulled your hand away from Rafayel. He released his grip on you only to encircle your waist with both arms.

“If I hadn't said it was urgent, would you have come so quickly?”

“You just need to say you have a hearty seafood meal…” You grumbled, but enjoyed the sensation of rubbing against him, even though his body now smelled of boiled crab. “I wouldn't miss a single crab for anything.”

You heard Rafayel burst into laughter. “Then milady, would you help me set the table? Your crab will be ready soon.”

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You were a bit surprised because Zayne had asked you to come to his house on a weeknight. He would typically be really busy at that time. You got off work early so you went straight to his house. Zayne was a little taken aback to find you waiting at the entrance that early hour. Nonetheless, you were just as astonished to find him in casual attire, wearing a dark apron without patterns.

“Oh… Sorry I'm a bit early. I didn't know you were busy in the kitchen..."

"No problem." Zayne replied. He invited you into his house. “I'm preparing dinner. For you."

“For me?” You were taken aback since he had made no mention of having supper together. His message was quite brief, giving you the impression that he needed to speak with you in person instead. However, you were delighted since he was taking great care of you.

“I’m so happy right now. I didn’t expect the busy Dr. Zayne could make dinner for me.”

“You’ve been working extra hard lately. It’s my job as your physician to make sure you eat well and enough.”

You beamed, “I’m really grateful.”

Zayne replied with a smile and returned to the kitchen. You trailed closely behind. You took a look at the tidy kitchen, filled with the aroma of food, making your stomach rumble.

“Do you need my help?”

You approached him, waiting for instructions. On the stove was an extremely delicious grilled salmon. It also caught your attention that several of the other dishes were nearly done. A basket of veggies, golden egg rolls, and miso tofu soup were served.

Zayne motioned for you to turn to face the spice cabinet as his fingers deftly encircled the chopsticks.

“Teriyaki sauce.”

"Coming right up." You cheered and went to look on the shelf for exactly what Zayne needed. You had spent enough time here to be familiar with his well-kept kitchen. He focused on dinner without saying anything else. Every now and again a drop of sweat showed up on his forehead.

Zayne was far more skilled in the kitchen than you were. You simply hurried around the kitchen assisting him with various tasks. After the meal was cooked, he gave you the task of setting food on the table.

“Take caution. It's hot.” Zayne warned you carefully, but you still clumsily allowed your hand to come into contact with the boiling soup pot.

You jumped up and made a loud "oops" sound. Zayne frowned, immediately moved over to stand next to you, and grasped your hands with red fingers.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

You attempted to rub your fingertips together, but the scorching sensation persisted. Zayne held your hands open and looked down.

“It's not serious. Just a little bit of irritation. Can you put your hands in—”

Before he could finish speaking, you perked up on tiptoe and put your crimson fingers to his earlobes. Zayne alerted with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Healing myself." You laughed aloud. The sensation of burning in your hands eventually subsided. As a little child, Grandma had taught you this trick to treat burns when you accidentally touched something too hot. Zayne knew that too. To save you the trouble of having to stand on your tiptoes, he drew closer.

"Are your hands feeling better now?" His voice was really soft as he asked. Your face felt the sudden rush of his breath, your body temperature raised even more.

"Just a little." You replied while pretending to grimace. “If someone could use his Evol, maybe it would heal faster?”

Zayne sighed, but you could see a faint smile forming on his lips, and his ears began to flush. A cold touch reached your hands, followed by a pleasant feeling when the skin no longer burned.

“Can you let go now?” Zayne asked, and you felt regretful when you had to let go.

“Thank you, Dr. Zayne.”

A hand of yours was grasped in Zayne's big palm. He caressed each finger and whispered:

“I can't always be there to take care of you. Don't be so careless next time, promise?"

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johnpriceslamb · 3 months

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I will always love the idea of being rescued by a cowboy (Arthur Morgan).

Just the image of running away from someone in Saint Denis. Maybe it’s due to a misunderstanding, robbery or simply a creep. Making the dumb mistake of not hiding in a shop and finding yourself in an alleyway trapped. Except the real person in trouble is the stalker because Arthur Morgan is about to serve a knuckle sandwich. Or gun. Doesn’t matter, dead either way.

𝓜𝓨 𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓞 ,

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ˚₊‧꒰ Things take a really wrong turn once visiting Saint Denis to stock up on food for camp. Luckily, Arthur insisted on accompanying you. ꒱

BEFORE YOU PROCEED ! ┊ Hyper-fem(?) ! reader • female ! reader • reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below • gun-slinging mention • brute cowboy bf x shy princess gf • arthur morgan being a complete nut over u • harassment • attempted assault • not proof-read :P • very rushed ‘m sorriiii!!! • 1.6k wrds

“But Arthur—”

“No.”

The small stuffed toy in your hands looks hurt from his rejection, as do your expression on your face. You hug the little guy to your chest, and you put on your best puppy eyes to try and make him change his mind. This usually works, but unfortunately- it did not, this time.

“We ain’t gettin’ that.” He grumbles, lazy eyes looking around the fancy store. He’s uncomfortable, you could tell. From the way he glances at all the bright coloured items sitting preciously on such elegant shelves, you’d think it would’ve costed at least a finger or too to even manage one, the golden floral designs embarked in the corners of the interior, to the fancy looking tiles beneath your feet.

It’s too.. fancy. He stands out like a larger thorn amongst a stem of a rose.

You puff out your cheeks at his slow-growing irritation. Before reluctantly putting it back on the shelf you found it on.

Then, he continues on with a low sigh. Your hand was in his, and he leads you around very similar to a grumpy dad leading his daughter from all the chaos happening which surrounds them. There was too many people, and he feels like he’s about to become crabbier each second will pass being in this awful store.

“We’re here to buy food, not toys.” He grunts, before gently giving you back your empty woven basket.

You begrudgingly force yourself to not reply, sticking close to him.

Suddenly, your eyes perk up at the small sign embedded with ‘Spices’ in bold which hung up from the ceiling. You tug on his sleeve, “Arthur?”

“Hmm?” He looks back. His heart almost aches from the way your beady eyes stare up at him like a small puppy.

“Can we get some spices? Y’know, for the stews Pearson makes. Only a bottle or two!” You pleaded sweetly, gesturing to the sign afar. “It’ll make his food taste more.. appetising.”

He ponders, before nodding slowly. “Hm.. Alright. Get two though, make sure it ain’t so spicy.” He pats your lower back to encourage you to get it quicker. You beam and nod, but before you go, you hand him the basket so he could continue shopping, scampering away to get the said items.

The array of little wooden jars sealed tightly with spices made you in awe. You can practically smell each and one of them from a literal mile away despite the thin layer of sticky-tape which goes around the rim of the jar multiple times.

You unconsciously place a finger on your cheek, pondering on which one to get. Not long, your hands reach up to a jar embedded with the words ‘pepper’ and another reaching up to ‘nut-meg.’ Each selling for only a dollar. Not too bad.

And you feel a towering presence behind you. Believing it was your beloved, you eagerly turn around with a squeak— “I’ve got the!— uh..”

A few blinks and an abrupt pause. It was not Arthur.

Rather, a man with leering eyes, and a predatory-like gaze.

You shift around uncomfortably, “..Um. Can I help you, mister?” Posing to be polite, perhaps the man just wanted help with something.

He stares at you for a bit too long, and you can see his eyes lowering and lowering, before travelling up your figure once again.

He coughs, “Ain’t you a pretty lil’ thang..” Before scratching at his long unkept beard.

Your steps are quick, almost backing into the shelves of spices.

“..Please leave me alone,” You meekly stutter.

He flashes you a crooked teeth grin. “Now why in the hell would I do that?” He takes another step towards you. All instincts inside you rise up quickly, and not long after you pocket the spices inside your light-pink dress before immediately turning to the side to leave.

You don’t notice the fact that he follows you. Only until you reach the same spot Arthur beckoned you to go and get the items you wanted, he wasn’t there. You feel insanely insecure due to the fact that you could not find Arthur amongst the crowd of people inside the large general store. Only then do you stop, and feel..

hot breath hitting your neck.

You squeal, turning around immediately and backing away.

“Get— get the hell away from me!” Your frilly cries cause a few people to turn their heads towards your direction, only to ignore you as soon as they assessed the situation.

He has the same crooked teeth smile on his face as he slowly creeps up to you again. And with that, you hitch up your long floral skirt and run. Run to the exit of the general store with a squeal- only for some crazy man to quickly follow after you.

You want to hit yourself on the head. You didn’t have any guns, nor did you remember to pack the pocket knife Charles gifted you to protect yourself from anyone. You were never one to raise your hands to anyone, nor try to cause conflict.

You bump into a few people, earning scowls and empty threats. You didn’t care, not with a lunatic right on your feet.

“When I catch you—” You hear him heavily breathing, “‘M gon’ do real bad things t’ you, real bad.”

You want to tear up. Badly. But you don’t. Your mind is in shambles as you turn a corner, only to almost run face-to-face to a brick wall which stands tall and high.

You were cornered.

You sob loudly, scratching at the brick walls- you’re well aware that this alone will do absolutely nothing, and your painted nails will probably have cracks on the tips of them. But with panic crumpling your brain, you tend to do things a bit.. weird.

The walls between the two of you are so close it feels like you’re about to faint. An echo of laughter is what catches your attention as you slowly turn around.

“Please, mister!” You plead with a loud sniffle, “I— I— we don’t even know each other!” You let out a loud enough wail when he approached rapidly.

“Ohoh, dumb and pretty. What a package.” He rubs his hands eagerly, almost drooling at your pathetic sight, “You really thought you could outrun me?”

“Don’t make this harder, sweetheart. Just take them frilly lil’ clothes off.. In-fact, why don’t I help ya..”

You clumsily slap him once he’s just a centimetre away from you. Hardly. A low growl escapes his lips, his head turned sideways from that harsh slap.

“You little bit—”

A bullet whizzes past you. It hits the bricks behind you, just a hair-length away. It causes you to yelp loudly, as does the man who was about to slap you back. You peek your head over his shoulder, only to let out a loud cry of relief.

“You better let her go, friend.” The same cowboy who’s uttered the sweetest praise to you and only you, talks in a tone too cold for your liking. Something you’ve never heard nor experience.

“Who the hell is that?” He snarls to you.

“I said, let her go.” Arthur is not afraid to put a bullet through his head. His shoulder is gripped tightly and yanked away from you, leaving you to allow your knees to buckle from shock as you leaned on the wall to help you balance yourself from the shock.

With a harsh bonk to the head with the butt of his revolver, the man slumps on the dirty ground. An obvious purple dent on his head.

Arthur rushes over to your shaking form, immediately scooping you into his arms and squishing you into a tight bear-hug. You’re probably gonna regret the fact that some of your powder will get onto his chest, but you hiccup and hug him tighter for comfort.

You stammer out, “I— he.. I thought I was gonna die..”

He brushes your hair with his burly fingers, “You’re okay, sweetheart. Don’t think about it no more. No one’s gon’ kill ya if I’m here.”

Suddenly, he looks you up and down quickly to assess you. “You ain’t hurt anywhere are you..?”

“No,” You shake your head meekly, “‘M okay. I.. I think I need a bit of time to myself at camp, though.”

“I understand.” He nods and gently puts an arm around your waist to guide you back to the wagon parked a long way away.

His hands brush past against your pockets and notices two hard cylinder shaped objects in them.

Suddenly, your eyes widen, “Oh darn- I-I forgot to pay for the spices!” He’s amused at your lack of profanity used.

He interrupts you with a soft chuckle, before squishing you a bit tighter, “Guess that makes the two of us. Rushed out with the groceries in the basket to find ya and didn’t pay. Reckon we gotta go another route to get to the wagon, passing by the general store will surely just get us into more trouble.”

You could envision that scene playing out. Arthur realising that you weren’t there, and immediately rushing out of the general store with a bunch of items inside the basket to find you.

“Don’t think we’ll be visiting Saint Denis anytime soon.” You feel a tug on your hand as you see a shopkeeper loudly calling out for the two of you.

You squeak and giggle as he easily grabs onto your waist and ran for dear life to the wagon with your shop-lifted grocery items. If you were to give a quick glance to the insides of the basket again, you can see a faint blur of a stuffed toy.

#fem! reader #rdr2 x you #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan #afab! reader #arthur morgan x fem! you #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan x fem! reader #arthur morgan fic #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 fanfic #hyperfem! reader

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yandere-kokeshi · 5 months

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Ello Danny may I ask for more werewolf 141 this one of yours https://www.tumblr.com/yandere-kokeshi/729302362571882496/saw-an-idea-from-frogchiro-and-decided-to-write got me hooked it's okay if not just thought I'd ask 🫡

A/N: Sure <3. Honestly, werewolves and Buffy men? My favorite. Feel free to send more :)!

Warnings: yandere behavior, werewolf AU, and headcanons, talks about smothering (affectionately). If I missed anything, lmk <3

Within your poly-possessive relationship, it’s likely all of you live in the forest, in a large half-built cabin that they can call home. With this said, a lot of outdoor activities are present. All of them, including Johnny, love to adventure within the deep forest; especially when they’ve changed the night before.

Gaz and Johnny love playing in the water, both of them playfully growling at you to join him; Price looking from afar as if both of them lost his mind. Both Gaz and Soap are always occupied with water, standing rocks, and trails that are far, whilst the two older ones (Ghost and Price) stay by your side, gently nipping at your legs for warning.

All of them are guard dogs — standing hugely on their hind legs as they scowl around your front yard, awaiting danger. They follow you 24/7, especially if you just came home from work or from hanging out with someone else. They quickly smother you, dropping their entire weight on you to get rid of that other person’s horrible smells. You’re theirs.

During the spring and fall, fur is littered everywhere around your home. Anywhere you go, there’s a trail of it — in the bathroom, in the kitchen, somehow in your underwear, and deep within the cushions. Even if they haven’t shifted, expect a lot of it.

You will get licked. Most of the time, it’s not even sexual. It’s a form of gentle affection, as they don’t have lips, and their teeth are rather sharp. They’d hate to nick your precious skin. Plus, the salt on your skin or the leftover food on your lips is also nice.

Price is the leader within the pack — which isn’t surprising. He often bites or growls when any of the others mess with you too much, and tries to put them in their place when they’ve been bad. But he also puts you in place when you’ve been bad.

However, he’s the cuddliest out of everyone, and somehow outrunning Johnny. You know how Great Danes love laying on your lap even though they’re huge? Yeah, John wants to do the same thing. He just wants to flop on top of you and trap you within ‘his’ nest. It’s great in the winter when it’s cold. Price is so warm and fluffy. But in the heat, you’ll be begging for him to get off as you’re dying of sweat and dehydration.

Speaking of nests, sleeping with all of them is chaos. At night, all of them get incredibly cuddly — always want to be near, or quite literally on top of you. This said, only two or three (if they really want to push it) will sleep with you and take turns every night. Also, there are a bunch of large dog beds everywhere; including the bathroom.

When waking you up for either affection, extra food, or the rare chance where they’ll remind you for work, all of them enjoy licking your cheek. The sudden wetness is plenty to wake someone up. And it tickles as one of them, mostly Gaz, nibbles behind your ears, especially with his cold, twitching nose. The more reluctant you are to wake up, the more tongues prod from everywhere. Don’t make their claws join in too.

All of them communicate through growls, which isn’t far from their bloodline. That being said, all of them let out ‘dog’ noises, more than they’d like to admit.

If Price hears an out-of-the-ordinary creek in the house, he lets out a deep, rumbling, warning growl before finding out that noise.

If the door opens when Ghost wasn’t expecting it, barks and snarls fly out, especially if you’re home.

Accidentally stepped on Soap’s tail from behind? He snarls, showing his teeth, before realizing it’s you. He apologizes with many head nudges and licks to the face.

Gaz lets out gentle chuffs, almost like a Hyena, when you call the others bad boys; but quickly whines when you snap at him to watch it. And lastly, if any of them are uncomfortable or hurt, a so-tiny-no-one-will-hear-it yap slips out. They also let out gentle growls when frustrated or anxious.

Their noses are incredibly sensitive. Any perfume/cologne, lotions, or anything that you used are now thrown away; scentless shampoos are your thing from now on. They’ve asked you to tone it down, as they not only love your natural, musky smell but hate the loathing, overpowering fake one. They really can’t enjoy their time together when all of them are wincing and sneezing because of your cover-up smell.

Their appetite is through the fucking roof — all of them, including Price, are an endless bottom-pit; especially if it’s the next day after they’ve transformed. The instant you step through the dining-room, carrying the 4th batch of breakfast burritos which are stuffed with eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, salsa, and a plethora of vegetables, all of them gobble them down within seconds.

Simon, or what you might consider Michael Myers, always follows you. Whilst you’re occupied with the others, either showing them affection or in the kitchen with your back turned, Ghost is behind you, narrowing his golden irises, and sitting on his bum, silently. You always see him when you least expect it, literally giving you a heart attack. Of course, he makes it up with soft nudging in your lower stomach.

Weirdly enough, Johnny has a toe fetish — not in an uncanny, worshiping way. But more in an affectionate, compulsive dog-licking way. His affection can be quite odd. When you don’t have socks on, you can bet your ass, Soap is right beside you, side-eyeing your form before lovingly licking your entire foot wet.

Out of everyone, Simon is rather the most aggressive — Soap being the second. Ghost hates being touched after a day or two of transforming. Not that he doesn’t trust you, he just fears he’ll hurt you.

The last time you touched him, his whining and hurtful sounds of bone cracking concerning you, you gently took off the mouth cuff. He accidentally bit your hand, leaving a huge, bleeding bite mark that left a deep scar. Whenever he lays his head in your lap, he gently laps at your hand – his pleading eyes still apologizing for his mistake.

Gaz is usually calm, usually in the back watching but sometimes joining Johnny; to which, he can sometimes have little shit moments. Especially with stealing things… which comes with your clothes and underwear.

By the time you find him in your closet, sniffing your underwear, with the crotch being chewed out, Kyle has his ears down and avoids eye contact — knowing you’ll yell at him. But how can you deny his cute, puppy face? His eyes are practically begging for you to accept his apology.

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seneon · 1 month

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Woaaah I'm so glad the you write for mashe. I don't know if ur open for request if not please ignore this

How about Rayne having to bring his twin sons to work cuz his wife is out for business then for some reason Mash and his gang came to the Divine visionary and typical mashle shenanigans ensues.

The catch tho is that the one twin son is like a carbon copy of Rayne and the other is the same but hair color is like in opposite sides.

If ur uncomfortable with this please ignore this. But I hope you have a great day!!!

★ little raynes and mashle shenanigans

notes. little raynes omg (im his wife like literally) also this is the last request before i start on a new project 🫡

one rayne, two raynes, three raynes. and another rayne if you're counting finn to look similar to rayne. one twin looks exactly like his father, with half yellow and half black hair split in the center. his lines the same as rayne, both streaks that runs down his eyes. demeanor like his father's— serious, calm, and collected.

what about the other twin? he is exactly the same like his father. well, not really. he has the colour of your hair and a different type of line design. this twin is on the weaker side, seeing how he only has a single line that runs across his nose. just like you, with a single line. being the weaker twin, he was softer than his elder twin brother, often helping around town or anyone at all.

today rayne is all alone with his sons, as his wife had to visit her family's business to help around, so she left the boys with him. rayne is a busy divine visionary, he couldn't just leave his sons alone. so he brought them to his office. what a surprise, his brother's friends are all there. and rayne's eyes twitched at the chaos that is about to happen.

finn is the first one who greets them, for he is their uncle. being the loving and nice uncle finn is, he often spoils them and doesn't know when to stop. like always, he gave both the twins a candy each, ruffling with their head.

mash who has never seen rayne's children before, is fascinated by the fact that there are two other little raynes. one the exact copy, the other immediately reminding him of you. he doesn't know whether to continue feeling fascinated or to feel fear since there is a mini rayne in town now. what if mini rayne is as powerful as his dad?

lance who had no reaction to them at all. he already saw them, already met them, and already knew them long ago. in fact, the older twin quite likes lance. he sees lance as an icy and cool idol to admire.

dot who keeps the kids if they want tips on how to get a girlfriend and only the younger ames listens, for the elder one immediately finds dot annoying. the younger one is just curious on what the meaning of 'girlfriend' is, before lemon pushes dot away and apologised to the younger ames.

lemon who tells the twins not to mind dot, for he still hasn't find a girlfriend after years of being single. she tells them not to worry as they are still young and instead, gives them the cream puffs she has made for mash which ended up being way too much.

and rayne, who sighs and shakes his head at the growing trouble that he could smell from afar. seeing the piles of paper stacked on his table, he has no choice but to ask the help of the mashle friends to look after his kids. he could trust finn, but he doesn't trust the others. so he purposely gave the task to finn, but everyone else took it as an invitation to babysit two little raynes.

rayne will make sure to complain to his wife when she comes back home.

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▸ Assassin Jaehyun x Assassin Female reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Gore, MATURE ▸ JAEHYUN SMUT SERIES: FUCK, MARRY, KILL ▸ VOLUME I: PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

THIS IS PART 2. THIS IS PART 2. THIS IS PART 2.

VOLUME I: PART 2 WORD COUNT: 7,889k

Warnings: THIS FIC IS FICTION ONLY, Smut, smut, smut, MATURE THEMES, Heavy description of killings because most of the characters are assassins, mentions of blood, character death, A LOT OF NCT MEMBERS WILL D WORD IN THIS FIC, unprotected sex, mentions of condoms, mentions of pill, pregnancy, swearing, mentions of alcohol. Mentions of being an orphan, Not everything is proofread, apologies again. I hope I did not forget anything.

A/N: I will cut VOLUME I into three parts, just because 20k word count is not acceptable in one post hahaha. I'm sorry :( this is already PART 2 of Volume I, so i hope you guys are still here. Im sorry if it took me so long to post. Can you guess what’s the next color of the poster? :))

When Hendery resurfaced again, he brought a different kind of chaos into your life and Jaehyun’s life.

A quid pro quo. That’s what’s Hendery’s after as he plans on surprising Jaehyun in Milan. It was Jaehyun’s earned free time, and Hendery was about to ruin it. Sure Jaehyun heard about the news that Hendery revealed himself, he was curious about the Phantom who made you soft, but little did he know that Hendery was even more curious about him.

Man to man they talked like normal people, sharing a bottle of wine but the people around them had zero clue that they wanted to kill each other right then and there.

“So you killed Yangyang,” Hendery started while smelling this expensive glass of wine.

Jaehyun was just quiet. He has no plan to trigger this situation further, he knows that a snipper is on standby to kill him from afar. All he could do was judge Hendery’s appearance, he now understood how this man fooled you. Out of all the Phantoms, Hendery is the simplest. Sure he looked like a prince, moves like a rich man but… Jaehyun can easily tell that he’s different.

“Pick a face to show today. I’m not here to play games, I’m sure you’re a busy man. Want to kill me now?” Jaehyun mocks while eating a slice of apple.

“I won’t kill you… that will hurt Y/n. And that’s the last thing I want to do. How is she?” Hendery pries, pushing and pushing Jaehyun’s limits because he knows that Jaehyun will keep on ignoring him unless he mentions your name. Hendery wanted to tease Jaehyun after all. “I fell in love with her you know. Sorry, I tried to stop myself but… she’s one great person… what are you doing Jeong Yoonoh?” Hendery mocked him.

And that’s what triggered Jaehyun’s anger, but he’s still stopping himself from killing Hendery with a cheese knife. The mention of your name just reminded him how he played you like a record of that fateful night in Hong Kong.

“It was so obvious that she still has feelings for you. Why aren’t you two together?” Hendery smirked. “Is it because you’re a Jeong and she’s just a nobody?”

“She’s not a nobody— why don’t you leave Y/n’s names out of this and let’s settle this. What the fuck do you want?” Finally, Jaehyun spoke. Hendery’s smile was wide because he knew that he was in Jaehyun’s mind now.

“Simple. Give Y/n her freedom. Free her from the Jeongs or I will do the best I can to ruin your family’s name in the business world” Hendery relaxed and looked at his surroundings, admiring the fine day, “It’s a win- win for the both of us you know. You can protect your family’s image, I get what I want, Y/n is free… I mean no harm. No one has to die” he smiles.

But Jaehyun knew that there's something behind that smile. He’s a Phantom after all. Guys like him don’t do ‘win-win’ situations. Hendery wasn’t scary at all, Jaehyun thought. But he knew damn well that the Phantoms know how to play. And that put Jaehyun in a very rough situation, especially when Hendery is after you… not to mention, that he wanted to free you from the wicked world of assassination. But even though that’s his motive, he can’t just sell you off away to Hendery.

“How can I trust you?” Jaehyun sternly asked.

“You can’t. I mean no harm to Y/n, but to you and other people?” he smirked, “Don’t even get me started, you killed my friends— Look, please decide ASAP. I have places to go” Hendery said in a different tone, almost as if he’s was in a rush but he still looked relaxed. “you see Jeong Jaehyun, you’re powerless. You’re just an assassin. You’re not a powerful Jeong. But I’m giving you a power right now… a power to make a wise decision. A power to give the love of your life the freedom she deserves… Come on Jeong… think long and hard. Taking my deal is the right thing to do”

And right then and there Jaehyun saw how cunning Hendery is and how dangerous he is.

Hendery stood up and left cash on the table, enough to cover everything served on their table. “I’ll give you a week… I’m excited to see Y/n again,” he smirked and walked away.

By the time Jaehyun got back, he did not let a second go to waste and planned to kill Hendery himself. But deep down… in Jaehyun’s heart, he is considering Hendery’s offer, just so Jaehyun could give you the normal life that you deserve. He felt so powerless, he felt stupid, weak and useless.

“Don’t do it Jeong…” Taeyong started. He can see right through Jaehyun that he is considering Hendery’s offer.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” Jaehyun crossed his arms “He can give her the life she wants hyung” Jaehyun added, not looking at Taeyong and just looking at the dark blue sky.

“Y/n loves you. That’s enough reason not to sell her off even if it’s about her freedom. She knew what she signed up for and she’s willing to get her freedom fairly… maybe she’s doing it for you”

After that small talk with Taeyong, Jaehyun went to see you and was hoping to talk to you about this matter but he was too afraid to knock on your door and tell you everything he felt. Just when he was about to leave, you opened your door and welcomed him in.

This is the first time again that you two shared a room privately. What happened after New York was both traumatic and sad for the both of you. You never even got the chance to talk about it.. or even apologize to each other. Jaehyun thought that… this might be his chance.

“You never cease to amaze me Y/n,” Jaehyun started.

“What?” you asked with a faint laugh before you sat at the edge of your bed.

“I’m still amazed with how you continue to be my weakness. How you continue to give fire to my soul,” he walked closer to you. Standing in front of you so handsomely while you sit in front of him and melt in his words.

“Is that a confession?” you joked but it was a serious question that you hoped he would answer because you too… you needed answers. You need to know if he’s still hurting about what happened to your relationship, you need to know if he’s still longing for you just as much as you long for him.

“Yes” he answered with his deep voice. So calm and sexy. “I think about you every day. I want you beside me” he reached for your face and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. A kiss that answered every question in head. A kiss that felt like a promise. A promise to do everything right this time.

He reached for your hand and sat beside you.

“This war, between Hendery and me is mainly about you. It’s your freedom… now, Im asking you. Do you want it?” he asked gently.

“Of course I do. But I want it with you”

Jaehyun smiled. Showing you those cute dimples. “Of course you’d answer that—“

“But let me talk to him Jae. You don’t know him like I do, maybe I can talk some sense out of him or —“

You watch Jaehyun smile in disbelief, combing his hair with his fingers and showing you his frustration. Clearly the sweet and calm environment was already gone.

“You were with him one time and you even failed your mission— did you already forget that happened? You don’t know him Y/n. You couldn’t see the craziness in his eyes because you are charmed by his sex appeal or whatever” His tone went louder every word and you don’t like it. This night may have answered every important question in your head but you’re not planning to have a quarrel with him. “You just have to make me jealous now, huh?” he added.

“Please leave. I’d like to rest now” you requested and Jaehyun left immediately.

In the next days, Hendery grew impatient with Jaehyun’s answer so he got bored and made some damage to one the Jeong’s factories. No one is hurt… yet. Everyone thought that Hendery would stop playing games but no, he targeted Jaehyun’s sister and Jaehyun’s mother. Scaring the shit out of Jaehyun. Of course everyone is working double time to protect Jaehyun and his family, but Jaehyun grew tired. Everyone grew tired of it. Every day, Hendery always has his kind of game, toying and playing with everyone. Even you. One day Hendery revealed his location publicly, part of his silly games and Yuta fell for it but lost the fight putting him in the hospital for a few days. And that really was the last straw.

“THAT MAN IS CRAZY! It will be better if I kill him, it will leave a trauma to Y/n—“ Jaehyun exclaims towards Chanyeol.

“This is my failed mission— I’m sure it will be better for all of us! After all, I’m the one he’s after!”

“Oh so now I’m really jealous — Chanyeol what the fuck? I just wanted the best option for her. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I met Hendery and you have no idea how dangerous he could get”

Chanyeol and the others are all quiet. Mark was the one enjoying the drama and so is Taeyong . “They’re definitely fucking,” Mark whispers.

“This is Y/n’s failed mission. She should finish this,” Chanyeol finally decides.

“Good luck with handling your trauma then,” Jaehyun leaves the room and bangs the door.

On the same night, you received a call from an unknown number. You had a hunch that it would be Hendery, and you’re right.

“I bet you’re already planning how to get to me,” he said.

You were silent.

“All I wanted was a chance to talk to you, and give you your freedom and that coward Jeong can’t make it happen,” he let out a heavy sigh.

“You do dirty business, that’s why” you explained calmly. You sounded worried too. Hendery was happy to hear your voice. “You also hurt my friend”

“Yeah that Yuta guy killed my bodyguards, he’s good but… I can’t let him kill me. Can you say sorry for me? Please?”

“I don’t understand you Hendery. Are you a good person or are you playing with me too”

Then you heard Hendery laugh so hard, almost as if he sounded like a crazy person. “Lets have lunch like normal people, I’ll text you the address. Good night ” he says, before he hangs up.

The next day, you told Jaehyun and Chanyeol about your conversation with Hendery. They weren’t happy about it, but it was a situation that you couldn’t dodge. It was obvious all this time, that Hendery is ahead of every plan you have and that he got everything controlled at the palm of his hands.

“I can’t track the number he used, sorry guys” Mark said.

“He is controlling us. He wanted you to come to him— and I can’t fucking believe that you’re going for it. If you want to have lunch, have lunch with me not with this psychopath” Jaehyun said calmly. He is done stressing himself out because of Hendery.

But even though Jaehyun already expressed what he thinks, you still met with Hendery secretly. Just to end this war against him and the Jeongs. This plan will most likely make Jaehyun even more mad at Hendery, but the situation is getting more and more ugly as the days go by.

You met Hendery at his favorite noodle shop. It was packed with different people, some were just enjoying their time alone, others were with their friends or family, company dinner… it was just a normal day for everyone. Including you… who’s just meeting an old friend. Something you’ve never done before.

“Back then me and the other Phantoms used to eat in this place. Good times,” Hendery started while stirring his noodles, ‘’but now we can’t do that anymore, because your friends killed my friends”

“I can’t say I’m sorry… “ is all you could say.

“Back then Yangyang was not yet successful unlike Ten and Kun, so they always feed Yangyang and buy him everything he asks them to…”

There was a short silence while you two enjoyed your food. You wanted to leave as soon as you can but you can’t seem to bring it up. Maybe… you missed having his company, maybe you missed this kind of bond. Maybe you missed this kind of awkward silence.

“Do you remember when we danced slowly in the dark while the fireworks lit up the dark sky?” he asks.

“Of course,”

“It was a hopeless day. I killed a lot of people that day, and I was really tired. I knew you were coming, then I actually met you and I instantly wanted to live my life more and shit I fell in love so quickly. But you told me you love someone else and you cant live without him. That’s Jaehyun. I wanted to kill you so bad because I can’t have you”

“Do you still feel the same way now?” You asked calmly.

“I want to kill Jaehyun now, not you. That way I can have you” Hendery smiled innocently.

“What makes you think I’ll love you like how I love Jaehyun”

“I’ll make you” he answered confidently like a crazy person.

This is not Hendery you thought…. At this point you really don’t know what kind of monster you’re facing. But the fact that he wanted to kill Jaehyun is enough reason to kill him even if it’s going to hurt like hell. Even if it’s going to be the saddest kill you’ll ever make.

In your eyes, he’s just a man blinded by love. He just wanted to be loved… but you can’t reciprocate that. After hearing everything he said, you excused yourself and went to the comfort room to breathe. Breathe and ready yourself to go for the kill finally and finish your long overdue mission. Jaehyun was right, this will leave trauma to you. You know you’re scared to kill now because you’re shaking. But just right after you get out of the comfort room, you see people running and panicking. You look for answers while you walk fast towards your table, but you see Hendery on the floor dead already. Someone shot him in the head while you were away.

And you have someone in mind already. Someone who could have done this while you were gone. A perfect timing.

When you got back to 127 house, Jaehyun was already there. He was waiting for you but you just ignored his presence and went straight to your room so you could have time for yourself after a long day. You’re not mad, you just wanted privacy and mourn for your friend. Jaehyun was just doing his job… because you couldn’t. Of course Jaehyun didn’t give you the space you asked for, he was stubborn and still welcomed himself to your dark and quiet room.

He lay beside you and held your hand… you didn’t know you needed his comfort until he made you realize. In return you kissed him on the cheek and snuggled close to him.

It was raining during Hendery’s funeral. Everyone was soaking wet, dressed in black when you and Jaehyun arrived. You didn’t have the guts to say ‘hello’ to his sisters and nieces, you didn’t want them to meet Jaehyun, the assassin that killed their brother so you two stayed in the car and paid your respects from afar.

“I’m still not convinced that he’s a bad person Jae,” You said to Jaehyun. But of course, you knew Hendery was just playing with your mind, you’re just thankful that it’s not Jaehyun’s funeral you’re attending right now.

Everything feels heavy inside. Jaehyun couldn’t take you home today, so he decided to drive away and check in to the furthest motel he could find. He knew that you were hurting and you were desperate for peace of mind, and going home to 127 house would not help you achieve that. The rain poured even harder, just as your tears continued to flow. So this is what feels like mourning. Mourning for a friend. Your only friend.

Desperate. You were desperate to forget.

“I bought noodles, let’s eat it while its hot, yeah?” Jaehyun was trying to brighten up the mood but he keeps on failing. Either way, he will not give up on you. He was lively setting up the table and kept on humming songs you love. He knew of course.

“Hey- I’ll do anything to help you. Emotionally and physically—“ he said, but you didn’t let him continue and sat on his lap. You wanted to turn him on… you wanted to turn yourself on by using Jaehyun but your mind just keeps on drifting to Hendery.

Jaehyun was startled of course, but he knew he had to stretch his patience over and over again. He did not let you succeed with your plan, he understood what you were doing. He can see the desperation in your eyes that you want to forget and divert your attention. Jaehyun wanted to help, but not this way.

He made you stop grinding on his growing bulge and kissed your forehead, “stop it. Don’t do this on your own, I’m here, talk to me” he whispered sweetly while soothing your back.

You were in tears again.

When Jaehyun finally convinced you to eat what he brought you, you two spent your day in bed, in each other’s arms. Quiet and peaceful, just how you two wanted. But when your eyes met again, he kissed you hungrily and showed you how much he craved for you. How much he missed you. How much he still loves you. He made you sit on top of him, giving you permission to use him however you want.

“See…You don’t have to sell yourself short to me, I’ll come to you” he smiled and kissed you sweetly, his hands roamed around your body and put it inside your shirt. Jaehyun knew that whenever he pinches your nipples, you go crazy and it turns you on, and whenever he brushes his fingers softly on your hard nipples it just melts you in an instant.

In return you went in between his legs and pull out his cock, gave it a good lick and made sure it was wet as fuck before you put it inside your mouth and give him a good head. You feel Jaehyun’s hand relaxed at the top of your head, petting you whenever he feels like it, and moaning shamelessly, moaning so good, letting you know that no one in this world can give him a good head except you.

You reach for his lips and give him a peck. Jaehyun wanted more but you teased him. “Come on, I wanted to kiss you longer” he pouted cutely.

“Later” you moaned while you slowly put his cock in your wet pussy. You both moaned deliciously, it has been so long since you two fucked.

“I missed you” Jaehyun said before removing your sleepwear. You were too busy to care, you grind and rode Jaehyun while he cums and while his hands roam freely on your body. Oh you miss his touch.

When you finally reached your high, you flopped on top of Jaehyun and just listened to his heartbeat. He feels warm. He feels good. And his arms feel so good around you.

You looked up to him and told him, “lets give love a second chance Jae”

All Jaehyun could do was smile and laugh, “after all that’s happened this past few days do you think I’ll let go of you again?” He kissed your knuckles and held on to you, “we will never part this time. Even if it takes killing everyone, I mean it”

Jaehyun dried and kissed away your tears, made you smile again and promised that “Hendery may have been the one who showed you the life that you want, but I will be the one that will make it happen,” you tried to avoid this conversation again, but this time Jaehyun won’t let you.

“Listen to me,” he asked sternly but still gently, “It’s not going to be easy Y/n, but I’m ready to take whatever shit my father will throw at me. I have nothing to lose… except you. When we can finally retire, I’ll turn my back away from being Jeong Yoonoh, I don’t want it”

Of course you agreed to him and decided to be together.

This is not going to be the smoothest relationship, a lot of people will die first before you two can have the freedom you want. But over the years, you and Jaehyun proved your importance to the field and they couldn’t do anything to get you to break up again. Of course Jaehyun’s father wasn’t pleased to be in love with a no one like you. Even though you’re his favorite assassin, he couldn’t let his only son marry someone nameless, who kills for a living and is only successful in life because of his generosity.

“Let them be, I’ll have her killed by the time Jaehyun becomes the boss,” are his exact words to his secretary after hearing the news of your relationship. “Let them play,”

And that is why you and Jaehyun had beautiful years of relationship together.

One fine day, Chanyeol called everyone for an important meeting. A mission that involves everyone, this will be pretty big you thought. Even Mr. Jeong’s foreign bodyguards are present, Mr. Jeong’s assistant and some more bodyguards.

Chanyeol says, starting the meeting as he enters the room, explaining to everyone that Jaehyun will finally appear in public as Jeong Yoonoh and will be introduced as the next Jeong in line in front of all Mr. Jeong’s right hand.

“We will protect and assist the Jeong family as they make a public appearance for a gathering. Yoonoh is going to be there to represent his father- I know that you guys trained together and it’s weird to protect Jaehyun”

“Tell me about it” you joked but Jaehyun looked at you with flirty eyes.

“But he’s still a Jeong too. And we made an oath that we will protect the Jeongs with all our heart” Taeyong said. “Can we all be serious now?” The leader speaks.

“Thank you Taeyong… going back to the mission…” Chanyeol continues to explain what needs to be done. You’re hearing everything fine, you understand what needs to be done. But the truth about what Taeyong said still lingers in your mind. And Jaehyun can see it in your eyes.

Jaehyun is the reason for your purpose.

“This is the first time that the big bosses are going to see Jaehyun as an adult… so that’s why Jaehyun’s appearance is a threat to everyone. Knowing far too well that the Jeong’s clan still has a successor” Chanyeol explained.

“The Prince Jaehyun” Yuta teases his friend.

“No no, more like a bait” you said, “This is a good opportunity for the business to know who’s the traitor or not. The companies that will send assassins to kill Jaehyun is the Jeong’s way to know about the truth- what a sick way”

The room went silent. And that is where everyone realized that Jaehyun may be special in everyone’s eyes, but his family use him for business and business only. Jaehyun knew everything about it, ever since he was a kid, his father never missed an opportunity to make him feel like shit. That’s why he didn’t want to be a Jeong and can’t wait to turn his back on this circus one day.

“Not to mention… The two Phantoms that are left alive are very much interested with this gathering because it’s good for business… this can be our chance to meet Ten and Kun— and Y/n can be on standby to kill the two Phantoms—“

“I’m not killing any Phantoms again Chanyeol… you know that, let Taeyong do it.” you said, looking at the floor.

“Well no one is available to do the job,” Chanyeol exclaims, “You will kill them,” and that is the end of this discussion.

“Unlike the other 5 Phantoms that has a very low profile, the entire world knows what Ten looks like because he is a socialite. Our only problem is he is heavily guarded at all times…”

The preparation for this mission took days to perfect but everyone is ready and well prepared to finally protect the Jeongs for the first time in their lives as an assassin. Everyone was ready except Jaehyun.

“Can I sleep here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight before the big day” Jaehyun said with a soft smile. Even though you’re now openly dating each other, you two are not allowed to have a place on your own,

“Your room and bed is bigger Jae,” you said to him but you made room for him in your bed. You lay first, followed by Jaehyun who wrapped his arms around you immediately. “I like yours better. It allows me to squeeze in beside you like this” he said with a smile.

“Are you nervous for tomorrow?” You asked while patting his head softly. Letting him know that you have his back.

“I am-“ he said but you did not let him continue.

“Oh come on Jaehyun youve been an assassin for years and years now you can’t be nervous. I’m not having it” you said. But he looked serious.

“Yeah but. Not as Jeong Yoonoh — I’m not confident as Yoonoh. I’m not brave as Yoonoh” He reached for your hand and intertwined it with his, “The idea of Jeong Yoonoh is perfect. This place only knew the real me. But outside these walls, they think that I’m perfect, powerful because of my family’s name, I know how to run the business- but the truth is I know nothing. The shit that will come out to my mouth tomorrow is all scripted. It pains me to see myself like this Y/n”

And thats where you saw that he is seriously worried for tomorrow. You have no idea how to show that he has nothing to be afraid of. So you kissed him. Sweetly kissed him. And poured out your feelings into that kiss.

“Just remember that I got my eyes on you tomorrow, I’m your angel” you tried to take away his nervousness. Oh you wish you could help him even more.

First thing in the morning, Jaehyun was escorted to be with his family by Chanyeol and it was the first time ever that the 127 Squad traveled as a team with only four members. “Feels weird right?” Teayong blurted out coldly, “then no one should fuck up. Don’t let Jaehyun die today,” he reminded everyone.

As Jaehyun enjoy his time nervously with his family, the assassination squad are all in their assigned places. Mark is talking nonstop from the earpiece, Yuta and Taeyong are beside Jaehyun, keeping him safe. And you’re on standby, waiting for Ten and Kun to show up. It was one hell of a busy and nervous day.

After a few minutes of waiting, Ten showed up with an army of bodyguards. Shameless. You thought. He went straight to Jaehyun like they’re closed friends already, smiling like he doesn’t have something dirty on his sleeve.

“Jaehyun, get him to talk,” you said through the radio, but Ten was fast enough to start the conversation.

“Tell me Jaehyun— the truth and nothing but the truth only,” Ten smiled so big in front of Jaehyun, enjoying his drink, “Did your family killed my friends? as if they’re like cockroaches?”

Jaehyun was about to stand up and leave him talking, but Ten was one clever man.

“I bet Hendery gave you and your girl a rough time, he really wanted to kill you and get your girl… maybe she was really good in bed that’s why my friend went crazy in love”

After that sentence. Ten looked through your way. As if he knows how you’re on standby and ready to kill him. How could he know your exact location. Exact location. It scared you.

“The fact that you know that were together tells me that you knew too much already,” Jaehyun said calmly, “All the more reason for me to kill you dont you think?”

“Jaehyun dont fucking start a chaos now!” Chanyeol yelled through the radio, “You are Yoonoh today, not Bitter peach”

“Your friends are all crazy— that makes you crazy too” Jaehyun added.

“I’m not here to get killed. And I’m not here to start a chaos either. It’s bad for business and for the both of us,” He let out a heavy sigh with a big smile. A big mocking smile, “I’m here to invite you to my house and talk business. Consider this as the right and polite way to make business together. Without killing anyone or getting killed— let’s stop the killings here,….”he continued to talk about business, a lot of shit that Jaehyun couldn’t understand but good thing his father’s assistant was there too. Of course Ten made the invitation like it was strictly business, and fooled the assistant. Ten reached out his hand, offering him a deal in front of his father, of course Jaehyun couldn’t do anything about it.

Hendery was right after all, he’s just a powerless Jeong.

When everyone came back home, everyone is discussing and agreeing about that ‘invitation’ from Ten. It was obviously a trap. Even you think that it was trap. It was obvious that Ten is a mad man. But Jaehyun’s father was fooled too, he was fooled by Ten’s charms and business talk.

“If you’re comfortable with it, can you answer how nice Hendery was to you?” Taeyong asked politely. Giving you a cup of coffee because you badly needed one.

“He was thoughtful. Family oriented, and a gentleman in bed,” you laughed it out and said it truthfully to Taeyong. He cant believe what he just heard. He was amused.

“Does Jaehyun know,” Taeyong laughed while asking.

“Of course. That guy knows everything,”

“So do you think it’s safe for him to make business with Ten?”

“It would be his greatest mistake Tae,” you let out a sigh, “Those guys are monsters, even Hendery was but he didn’t show it to me,”

“Well then stop him from stepping a foot to that guys house,”

But of course Jaehyun couldn’t resist. As long as his father ordered it. When Jaehyun did his part to showing up to the meeting, Ten didn’t…it was a trap indeed. But Ten didn’t bail on the business deal, he still did his part, signed contract with the Jeongs, etc. he just wanted to hurt Jaehyun physically without getting his own hands dirty. That way, there’s no proof that Ten ordered the assault. Smart man. Ten’s guys tortured Jaehyun inside that big house from sun up to sun down. Sending Jaehyun back to 127 house all covered in blood, naked and you couldn’t almost recognize him. Chanyeol drove him straight to the hospital and that is the end of Jaehyun’s career as an assassin.

Only families are allowed to visit him in his room and of course his family wont allow any of you guys to come near him. For all you know, he will never be Bitter Peach again. He will be Jeong Yoonoh everyday now.

While Jaehyun was in a coma, you were pretty busy with a lot of missions here and there. The squad and Chanyeol is busy with searching for Ten, but no one is getting lucky this time around. Your anger and drive to take revenge for Jaehyun has put aside because all you want right now is his safety and for him to wake up. But even though youre not doing anything right now, you swear to kill Ten and make him pay for what he did to Jaehyun.

But now… another thing is hurting you.

Like Jaehyun… you feel like a powerless person who couldn’t even visit the love of your life in the hospital. You can see how you’re 100% and perfectly incompatible for Jaehyun. You’re nothing but someone who works for his family after all.

The wait for Jaehyun to wake up was excrutiating. Depressing and uncertain. His wounds may be healing, but hes still sleeping soundly.

“The Jeongs wont cut Jaehyun’s life line right?” Yuta expressed his frustration when he overheard an ugly rumor about Jaehyun’s family cutting his life line.

“No. Mr. Jeong won’t have a successor and his pride wont handle that” Taeyong finishes Yuta’s worries.

He was in coma for two weeks. You can’t eat, sleep or even think properly because your mind is busy worrying. And when you received the news that he finally woke up, you were already on your way for a mission and all you could do is cry in the car because of happiness but of course with a mix of anger, how could Chanyeol sent you away for a mission now that Jaehyun is awake.

While you were way, you got the news that Jahyun’s assassin days are over. His father was scared that he’d lose Jaehyun again, even before Jaehyun could fulfill his duties. You also hard the news that they removed all his things from 127 house and they only see him through video calls now … and as Yoonoh.

“It’s like they forced us to forget the friendship that we had— Jaehyun was against it. Damn he looked sad during the meeting earlier” Mark said.

“He’s currently, learning shit about his family’s business while still healing” Taeyong added.

“Well guys, I have to go now. Thanks for the news. I’m really glad he’s safer than ever. You guys look out for him… for me” you said with a heavy heart before ending the call. This mission is taking too long its frustrating you even more. You wanted to hug him so bad and comfort him, tell him that he will do great as Yoonoh. But you can’t.

Then you saw your phone light up your dark room. It was Mark who sent you a text,

“Don’t worry. We’ve planned everything already. You just have to wait for him ;)”

After that message from Mark they never called you again or texted you, you just trusted your friends and their so called ‘plan’ for you and Jaehyun to meet up. And again, the wait was brutal. The wait lasted for four months and sure did felt like he was never going to show up. All you could do is hope that this mission will soon be over so you could go home and do things your way.

Tonight, the wait is over. He’s not 100% healed, he can’t walk straight yet and his right arm is still broken.

But he brought you flowers. And wore the biggest smile. If only you knew how happy Jaehyun is right now, seeing you and holding you in his arms again.

“Hi beautiful. Missed me?” he wrapped is left arm around you and kissed you one too many times. Oh you missed those soft lips.

“Are you warm enough?” you asked with worried eyes, “Are you hurting? How are you?”

“I’m warm, but you can make it better,” he winks and started to kiss your neck.

“Okay I’m convinced you’re all well now,”

The cold night became warm and even warmer as hours go by. You and Jaehyun did not even waste a second and made love the whole night.

This was far from everything you’ve had from New York, your place was small, cramped and it wasnt fancy at all. It completely symbolizes how you feel for the past couple of months while you’re away from Jaehyun.

“I didn’t know you were coming today… I didn’t get the chance to tidy up—“ you apologize while you let Jaehyun kiss your body, feel his warm lips on your skin. It felt like you were dreaming, you almost lost him, he almost died…

“Stop it with your ugly thoughts, Im here now” he whispers beside your ear, giving you goosebumps, making your heart skip a beat. His touch is everything, it give you comfort, the assurance that you’re not dreaming and that he’s real and beside you now. He intertwined his fingers with yours, kissing it one too many times to make you believe. “I’m here” he said again and again and again. Putting your arms around his neck before he starts kissing your neck sweetly, his hands cant get enough of your being, kisses trails down from your neck to your boobs. Sipping on your nipples one by one, making it harder by the second, licking it just the way you like it and teasing you with a soft pinch without a warning just so he can see a faint smile on you face.

“Do I need to tease you the whole night just so I could see that smile?” He asked softly and proceeds to kissing your lips. You feel his hand go down in between your thighs, spreading them just the way you like it and checking your slit if you’re wet already. Of course. This man can make you wet by just a touch.

He teases you with his soft touch, touching your slit softly while he kisses your neck. Softly his fingers moved in between your thighs and dance softly on your skin, not putting anything yet inside, which make you crave for him even more. He kneeled in between your legs and spread them wide, still running his fingers on your slit to make you wetter. And without a warning, he planted a soft kiss on your inner thigh, which if course you know whats coming next… a soft lick on your cunt that soon became kisses. You feel both his hands spreading your pussy lips so he could lick you on the right places. Your body is on fire, you wanted to close your legs so bad but Jaehyun’s tongue felt so good. All this so you get hurt by the time he puts his cock inside of you.

By the time Jaehyun met your eyes again, you were catching your breath and holding on to his arm as hard as you could. “Babe, it hurts” he smiled handsomely and kissed you. You immediately stopped what you were doing and apologized, asked him if he was hurting to other places but the man in between your legs is currently so horny and is longing for your tight walls already. He kissed you hungrily, almost as if taking your breath away, and when you felt the tip of his cock by your entrance, he slowly pushed in until his whole cock is inside of you. “You’re soaking” he managed to whisper while thrusting in and out, his arms caging you while you take everything. Lips crashing every second while feeling his thick cock, listening to each other’s moans and groans, never ending touching and lust.

The night became longer when you two spent your time just talking and laughing. Tomorrow he leaves already. But he promised to fix everything and make you come home as soon he talks to the right people. He also promised that now that he’s not an assassin anymore, he can finally prove that he’s worthy of the name Jeong. He wanted to prove that Hendery is wrong, that he’s not a powerless Jeong.

“Now I know that this is not the original plan before we decided to get back again but…”

“You dont need to explain yourself Jae” you said while you snuggle and bring yourself closer to him. He accepts it by hugging you back and planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

He may not say it to you, but he is scared for himself too. Even though he promised you that he will give up his name just so he could turn his back someday, you let him shine and be Jeong Yoonoh still because this is right.

“What time do you leave?” You asked softly, careful not to break the silence.

“Around 6 in the morning? It has been a beautiful night— are you happy?” He asked. “I am. Im really happy right now” he added.

“Telling you I’m happy is an understatement,”

“Im sorry if I make your life complicated” he says, “just hang in there and we’ll have longer days and longer nights like this. For now… just let me make you happy in my own way”

Even though Jaehyun was scared for the drastic change in his life, he did it anyway. He did it even though he’s doubting himself. He did it even though he knew he’s not going to be good at it. He did it even though he misses you bad. He did it even though he’s tired. He did it. And he did with only a year of knowing the ins and outs of their business. Knowing every people involved in their company. Making it his own kingdom instead of making it control him. And of course he did this to prove to everyone that he’s the boss now.

Jaehyun changed for the better, even more respected, smarter and wiser this time.

He didn’t want to be like his father. Scary and will opt for war in an instant. Jaehyun wanted to change the system. Enough with he killings, just strictly business. But even though he’s the boss now, his father is still the last call. He cant fully change everything, not until he’s gone.

Three years in the relationship

It was half past ten already and you’re still not sure about your target for tomorrow. You scanned pages of papers over and over again, reading every word and catching every detail but you still don’t have a clear shot for what’s coming tomorrow. It’s Ten. It was the same case as Hendery’s. But this time, you know the face that you need to kill.

And you can’t wait to kill that fucker. You will strangle him with your own hands if you have to .

“You look sexy when you’re concentrating, hi,” your boyfriend came out of nowhere who’s been gone for three days but you didn’t notice because you were too busy. You’re even surprised that he went straight here, in 127 house instead of your shared place. “Still flying blind for tomorrow?” He asks while his right hand soothes your back, giving you a slight massage to somehow relieve your stress. It felt like an invitation if you’re being honest. An invitation to ‘come rest and enjoy the night with me’, but at the same time you were desperate to finish this job as soon as you can.

“I think he will really show up tomorrow, and if I could only finish this, I could get home to you tonight— are you here to pick me up? I really can’t go home tonight” you said sternly but your voice was breaking. Frustrated because you missed him so much, and now that he’s here, you only have hours to be with him.

Jaehyun chuckled handsomely at what you said, looking at you lovingly and silently proud of the woman you’ve become. “I’m not going anywhere,” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll go home alone if that’s what you want. Pomise you will come home? In one piece and safe?” he joked while spreading kisses on your neck and caging you with his strong arms.

“Yes I promise” you said but still accepting what Jaehyun is doing to you. You don’t mind how his very touch melts your whole being, how his kisses are the best persuasion you’ve ever experienced, and how his hands are all over you but somehow he’s stopping himself. He left a sweet kiss on your lips which you returned without hesitating.

When Jaehyun left you alone in the study room, you feel bad for rejecting him. You know he longs for you, you know he misses you so much, and you know that you can die tomorrow and neglecting yourself from Jaehyun’s loving company is a stupid thing to do. “Fuck” you said as you think about the moment earlier. His touch, kisses, his very presence. You missed him. So much.

And so you arranged all the papers, cleaned up the desk and went to your room to prepare everything in advance for tomorrow. Guns, knives and other important things that might save you, you packed it all and drive yourself home to Jaehyun. The preparation took a while and Jaehyun might be sleeping already but whatever, you will sleep beside him tonight. You silently walked into your shared room see him dressed in his black sleepwear, calm and peaceful. Hugging a pillow and pretending that it’s you. Oh he looked so innocent.

“Hey,” you wake him up and removed the pillow from his arms because he doesn’t need to pretend anymore. “I’m here now and I’m sorry about earlier” you apologized sincerely and hug him tightly. All of a sudden the cold room became warm.

“Hmm. It’s okay it’s not your fault” he keeps you close to him and cage you with his strong arms. Oh you missed being like this.

“How was your business meeting?” You asked because you figured it was not easy given that he was gone for three days.

“Bloody, but I stayed alive,” he joked, pretending that he’s still an assassin. “You do the same thing too, okay? Come home to me”

“I will, always” you assured him.

“Want me to assist you tomorrow?” He offered. Just because he’s worried about you, and maybe because he couldn’t handle being apart from you anymore.

“No baby, I will be fine you need rest,”

He nods and said “I love you”

“I love you”

Its been three years since you almost lost Jaehyun. The past couple of years were hard on the both of you, mainly because his family never approved you as Jaehyuns girlfriend. But Jaehyun never actually cared about what people think, but you do.

Sometimes you imagine yourself disappear in this place and get away from Jaehyun’s love. Dont get me wrong, you love Jaehyun just as mush as you love him but until now, you cant help but think that you have nothing to give to him. When he introduced you to his family formally, they did not approved and clearly hear them gasped sharply when they heard that you’re part of the 127 squad.

You see every Jeong that you knew in the room, the very Jeongs that you swore to protect with all your life. But none of them are thankful to what you do for their family.

“You will be the cause of Jae’s death I know it”

And those words from Jaehyun’s sister still haunts you. It was just a dream right now but that scene really happened. And it broke your spirit.

You face Jaehyun while he was sleeping, caressed his face softly and left sweet kisses. He no longer sleep talks and scream in his sleep you thought, little did you know its all because of you. You are Jaehyun’s peace. “Good morning, I love you. I’ll see you in a few days” you whispered and snuggled closer to him.

While you were away, Jaehyun did not expect his father wanted to see him. He was clueless of what’s going on because every business meeting was already taken care of. Nonetheless, he still went to the office and give respects.

“You wanted to see me” Jaehyun said.

“Sit son,” his said.

“How are you?” his father asked, Jaehyun answered directly and fast because he did not like small talks. “How is Y/n?” this question made Jaehyun smile. Maybe he’s here because his father finally approves. But just after Jaehyun was so happy telling his father all about you, he wasn’t so pleased to hearing that your relationship is going strong.

“I was hoping that your relationship is in shambles and that she finally come to her senses and left you but- I won’t beat around the bush anymore. I want you to meet the daughter of my good friend Johnny. They’re americans, maybe just maybe, you will realize how y/n has no match to these other women who has education a family background and power. Do it for the family. Meet her”

“That druggie? Y/n protects our family, how could you say that to her” Jaehyun defends. At least he tried.

And then his father’s secretary knocked on the door to remind his father about other errands. Jaehyun felt so powerless at that moment, he can’t even make his own father listen to him. Ever since he was a kid, Jaehyun did not like how his father controlled him and that is why he never considered himself as a Jeong. He hated being a Jeong so much.

When you came back after a failed mission, good thing Jaehyun was waiting and expecting you to arrive. Ever since he stopped being an assassin his schedule became busier than ever, but of course, now that he’s one of the boss, he’s never too busy for you.

“I need to ask you something” Jaehyun started while pouring you another glass of his favorite wine, “If I ask you to marry me-“

“No. The answer is no, Jaehyun” you sat closer to him and asked him what’s wrong and what’s troubling him. You can see it in his eyes. He wouldn’t mention marriage out of nowhere if everything was fine. “Not yet. Please. We haven’t have any peaceful years in our relationship and marriage will just make it worst I believe” You added.

But the thing is, he couldn’t just say that he’s father is making him marry someone, Jaehyun knew your insecurities of course, he couldn’t just say and be honest with you right now. So he didn’t answer any of your question. He just left a kiss on your lips and drank his wine slowly. Looking at his glass, lost in the silence like you’re not even beside him even though his hand is holding your hand.

It’s clear that something is bothering him.

Or maybe… Jaehyun really wanted to get married already?

You wont know. You don’t know.

But for Jaehyun, if you don’t want to marry him yet. That’s fine. As long as you will stay by his side and to never leave him. But little did you know, Jaehyun has a plan. If you don’t want it yet, well he will give you reasons to marry him and say yes soon.

“Lets just have one peaceful year, then lets get married” you blurted out just so you can stop worrying. His silence is choking you. He smiled and let out a cute laugh, hearing that from you, completely changed the mood and made Jaehyun happy. He is never greedy in life, he never asked for anything else, but when it comes to you, he wants all of you. That’s all he ever wanted.

“Okay… so correct me if I’m wrong but… you’re saying that we could get married some time next year?” he chuckled and teased you.

“Ugh. Yes. It’s just that… I can’t handle it when you’re like this. I love you and I want to be with you too but… you have to understand that the life we curently have is not a good life. We don’t have freedom Jae” you expressed your worries.

The wine in front of you two is completely forgotten.

“Okay. Okay. I understand.” he pulls you closer for a hug, wrapping you in his strong arms, “No pressure” he says and kissed you softly.

But even though you two compromised already, he’s still on the missions to make you want to marry him soon. And he will try until he succeeds. Hopefully.

The next day, he brought you to his sister’s brunch event, it was an awkward place to be, but you and Jaehyun wanted to see Sofi, Jaehyun’s niece and wish her a happy birthday. It was also a statement to Jaehyun’s family that he will not take any of their shits from now on. He will love whoever he chooses.

“Uncle Yoonoh is here!!!” Jaehyun shouted while catching young Sofi and lift her to the ground. The little girl was ecstatic and excited, to be carried by her uncle. She also hugged you and said hello before she invites you in and to let her lead the tour and introduced you to her friends.

“Why don’t you marry and have kids already instead of pestering me with your visits. My kids are always looking for you lately saying “uncle Jaehyun is the best when is he going to visit?” Jaehyun sister says as she makes a perfect impersonation of her kids. Jaehyun chuckled and gave his sister a kiss.

“Ive been trying” Jaehyun says with a big smile.

“To what? To getting married? To whom? To the daughter of Johnny Seo? Jeez she was your type?” Jaehyun’s sister said without hesitation. Not even thinking about you.

“No. I’ve been trying to get Y/n to say ‘yes’” Jaehyun says directly, “You do realize that were never breaking up. I’ll handle the Seos , I’m sure I can make business with them-“

“You’ll gain nothing from her Jae. Look at you now, you’re already suffering. You have the Phantoms and the Seo’s choking you hard… and now the girl you love doesn’t want to marry you? Ungrateful bitch”

“Its love. She has her reasons. I’ll try and try” Jaehyun says with a smile.

“Whatever your plan is, do it faster. By the time that Seo girl takes over her father’s business, we’re screwed Jae-“

“Tell me, why are we in debt with the Seos again?” It was an honest question, “all I know is they lend us money back when father’s business isn’t going well”

“Nothing special. Johnny Suh is one greedy motherfucker. His daughter is ready to get married and of course pairing her to the heir of the powerful Jeong family is the best way to be richer”

“That’s it?” Jaehyun asked.

“Yep. No plots,” his sister laughs.

“This is our word Jae. It’s already fucked up, it doesn’t need a plot anymore. Dad made you an assassin and made you kill for the family and suddenly you’re the boss, haven’t you learned anything?”

It was quiet for a moment. Then his sister said something unexpected, something he didn’t expect shed say.

“Stop caging Y/n Jae… Don’t you think she deserve so much better than this? If you really love her, set her free. This is not a place for her, she earned her freedom. And marrying you just makes her permanently imprisoned under the Jeongs…. you want a plot?” she smirked, “picture this. Someday, when she’s all fed up with all of this shit, she will leave you and you can’t do anything about it because you love her”

After knowing the truth about the Seos and after hearing the ugly truth from his sister, Jaehyun drowned himself with work and stayed in his office alone for a few days. It was like his head was splitting into half. One second he’s thinking about business and deals wih the Seos. Then the next minute he’ thinking about you. It wasn’t easy. He was trained to be an assassin and fix things with a gun or a knife, but this… this cannot be easily fixed with violence and Jaehyun knew that damn well. It’s frustrating him,

“Hey-“ you startled Jaehyun. He was lost in all the paper work that he needs to finish. His mind is already tired, but the one giving him rest and peace has entered the room. His mood completely changed when he saw you. “What’s up?” You added.

You sat on the vacant table beside him and watch him undo his sleeves and roll them up. He’s ready to call it a day already, you’re here.

Jaehyun stood in between your legs, making you wrap your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist. Lips immediately found its place on your neck, down to your chest. “Wanna have sex on this table?” Jaehyun asked while kissing you sweetly. You can only nod and agree to his crazy idea. Not to mention, its been too long since you two did something like this.

He was quick to remove your pajama, leaving your shirt and panties on. Obviously, this was a stress release, you can see it in his eyes that he was stressed for days already and now that he got time he’s just craving for your body and craving for you in general. You went down from the table, kneeling in front of Jaehyun and help him undo his belt. His Calvin Klein boxer briefs always looked sexy on him you thought.

“You dont need to do this” he bend down and kissed you on the lips before you pull out his cock and give it good lick. Making sure its all wet and hard, watching Jaehyun from below… watching him became weaker every lick that you give him. And when you finally put it in your mouth, his hands are both relaxed on your head, pushing in gently as possible so he could reach the depths of your throat.

Jaehyun is not hard to please, he loved everything that your tongue is doing to his cock. Sucking and licking, it takes his breath away.

“I’m gonna cum” he warns you and made you stand and bend you on the table. He was quick to pull your panties to the side and thrust inside you, hitting you with fast thrust that made the table rock, you thought it will break any second. Then he pulled you closer to his chest, putting your hands behind you, his lips on your neck as he continues to fuck you good while he cums.

Slowly, while he rides his high he continues to plant kisses on you, “your turn” he says with ragged breaths. He made you lay down the table and spread your legs wide, watching his cum come out of your cunt, playing it with his fingers, turning you on while he bend down and proceeds to suck you boobs. You can feel that even though he already came, he’s still hard, very hard. And when he thrusted in again, the stretch was incredible.

“You’re so hard, fuck Jae,”

“Does it hurt?” He asks while he continues to fuck you, his lips on your lips, his hand busy with kneading your boobs and teasing your nipples. Everything was too much.

You and Jaehyun went on for a few couple of rounds. Few, but dirty and wild. It felt like you bith have the energy to go on and on, fuck like teenagers and do anything you could think of.

“Can you stop taking pills? I’ve read that, its affecting your emotions its not healthy,” he says sweetly.

“Woah there, since when did you know so much about these stuff?” you kissed him sweetly on the neck, reaching for his cock and checking if he’s still good for another round. “Well can you stop cumming inside me?” You joked, but your hands got him on chokehold but not for long. He was on top of you again, kissing your body and spreading your legs.

“Then I’ll wear a condom just stop taking those and I’ll try not to cum inside you, just please be healthy Im worried” he said before he puts it in for the nth time tonight.

“Hi beautiful”

Your heart beat so fast in a matter of seconds the moment you hear his deep voice. You smiled and continue to prepare your things.

“I can see you smiling from this hidden camera planted on the lapshade… I’ll tell Mark to hack this for good-“

You chuckled at what you just heard, “can you please stop hacking Mark’s shit and let the kid work?— let us work, rather”

“I just miss you” he said.

“Miss me? You could have call me—“

“I’ve been calling you. The moment you landed on Thailand” you tried looking for your phone the moment he mentioned it but you cant see it on your desk, “baby, its at the back pocket” you can hear him laugh at you. “Oh can’t wait to take care of you for the rest of my life, anyway, Mark is on I should go. I love you. Come home, alright?”

Right before you could even say that you love him, Mark got his control with the system and jumped right into whatever details you need for the big day tomorrow.

The call was at least 3 hours. Full of plotting and brainstorming, nothing about this big plan was rushed. If there’s one thing that you learned about this whole thing, it’s perfect timing. Ten is hard to find, and it took you months to get a head start. Ten was even harder to track, and it took you a few more months to keep track on him… all because of perfect timing.

Revenge. “Happy Revenge day” you murmured to yourself.

A steady look through the snipper, breathing and out calmly as you watch Ten, the first Phantom, flirt with his lover at his private penthouse.. well, it’s not private anymore, because tonight you’re gonna invade that.

“Green light,” Mark’s happy voice was clear through your earpiece. “Are you going to kill his lover too?” Mark asks.

“Yeah,” you answered calmly, “he wanted to kill me too when he thought he killed Jaehyun”

By the time you remember how Ten tortured Jaehyun, you pulled the trigger… and killed his lover. You watch Ten for a few minutes to do everything he wanted.. cry, call for help, shake his dead lover, watch him get scared and take cover.

As long as you watch him suffer.. as long as you see the sadness in his eyes because the love of his life died right before his eyes… he’s good as dead to you.

There’s a part of you that you didn’t want to kill Ten, not because youre nice. But because you wanted to make him suffer even more and live with the pain in his heart forever.

“Consider this as mercy,” you whispered through the cold air, wishing that Ten could hear it. And in a matter of second, your mercy was released. And you watch Ten bleed on his expensive marble floor.

It’s done.

5 Phantoms dead… and there’s only one left.

You smiled at the thought of your achievement. You smile as you watch the beautiful sunrise in front of you.

When you got home everyone applauded you for killing Ten, they couldn’t believe that you did all the work alone from investigations to finally killing Ten. He was a bit of a work you thought, he was hard to track, hard to find, and hard kill. But you saw his weakness… because you two are the same. You two have one thing in common.

Your lovers are your weakness.

“I’m happy you’re here beside me,” Jaehyun whispers while he pats your head softly.

You squeezed him and hugged him tighter.

“And since, it was such a beautiful kill,” you both giggled, “we should celebrate, we should go to a fancy restaurant tomorrow and celebrate” Jaehyun says excitedly but you looked like you’re not interested, maybe you’re tired, or maybe you just wanted to get on with it as soon as possible and find Kun.

“What do you know about Kun?” You asked Jaehyun.

“Well, he’s the riches among them. He knows all sorts of thing. A real family guy- he can fly a plane”

“Well maybe he’s not down here you know—“

“What? Do you think he lives on the clouds?” Jaehyun joked. “Please babe, you just got home. Take a breather, rest” Jaehyun once again provided calm to your life. And while you two enjoy each other’s warmth in his cozy bed, he’s playing with your engagement ring and kissed you good night.

He’s more than happy that you came back and now you’re safe in his loving arms.

The next day, he brought you to a fancy restaurant and had dinner together. It was a public space which you think was beautiful. Normal people eat on public spaces like this. They chat, dine, laugh until their stomachs hurt… it was all refreshing to you. And Jaehyun knew that.

That’s why he’s smiling from across the table, looking at you while you look at the people around you. He loves seeing you like this.

“Have you ever thought of early retirement Jae?” You asked him with a smile while he drinks wine.

“As an assassin? No.” He answered truthfully and poured you another glass of wine. “I would rather be Bitter Peach than Jeong Jaehyun”

“Sorry I forgot-“ he reach for your hand and told you its fine. He understands that you’re overwhelmed with the surroundings.

“You know while you’re gone.. me and Taeyong.. weve been growing tomatoes and herbs,” he had a proud smirk before he reaches his phone from his pocket and showed you pictures of what he has been doing in the gardens. “I’ve thought of someday having a winery…”

“That sound cool,”

“Have a winery while growing old with you” he added.

“Well, that’s beautiful” you said while he reaches for you slowly and give you a kiss.

But after that beautiful kiss you suddenly dropped on floor.

Your nose was bleeding and slowly you’re loosing air.

Slowly your vision fades out. You can’t move but your mind is telling you to stay awake. “Baby! Dont you dare close your eyes!” You hear Jaehyun yell at you, but even though he’s yelling and slightly slapping you to help you stay awake, you felt useless.

Then you coughed blood.

Jaehyun is already on the phone with Mark, asking for help. “Mark hurry up— she’s bleeding so much!” Jaehyun yelled through his phone.

You watch him try his best.

You saw his perfect clothes got stained with your blood.

And that was the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes.

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How would the boys react to a Tav who looks absolutely innocent only to be horrendously brutal in battle 👀

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TAV who appears innocent but is actually brutal in battle

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“And you expect me to align myself with the blissful little fool who stops to smell the roses? Oh, dear, who do you take me for?”

Barely cares for you and views you as nothing more than a naive imbecile at first. He finds your sweetness and innocence amusing, laughable even, but he’d scoff at the sight of you chasing after butterflies.

If anything he’d either brush you off or attempt to stain that innocence for his own enjoyment

A pinch close to dismissing your use of the group

Until he saw you fight

Utterly baffled when he first saw you but the shock was quickly overtaken by that all-so-familiar coy look on his face that came just before some sort of witty remark.

He’s impressed, amazed even, but he waits until after the battle to make his own comments about it.

In truth, he adores just how quickly you change from pure sweetness to vile brutality. Now that is something he can definitely work with.

There is just something so astonishing about seeing you demolish an entire group of goblins without much of a break or even a need for assistance. You’re relentless and strong, never letting anything stand in your way in battle, something he himself admires. Any past disgust or disregard he had for you slowly vanishes and instead is replaced with a curious interest.

“Well, darling, aren't you full of surprises? Here I was thinking we’d brought along a lost pup. I’m certainly glad to know you've got a hard bite hidden within you. Such a fiery little thing you are.”

: ̗̀➛WYLL

“Hm. It's quite nice to have a glimmer of light amidst all the chaos spewing about. I wonder what kind of flowers have you picked today?”

Finds your innocence/general sweetness to be some form of relief for him especially during the rather bleak moments of your journey. It's something he could always look to from afar to give himself a moment to smile.

He finds your innocence endearing, a source of warmth that he couldn't help but indulge in, thus compelling him to speak with you more often than most.

Was shocked when he first saw you fight.

He was speechless at first, his eyes widening at the sight of you ripping your enemy's throats without much of a second thought. He had to blink twice to ensure that it was indeed you doing all that.

The shock slowly turned into a wide-open-mouthed smile and a soft chuckle upon seeing just how great you were in battle. You were terrifying in your own right but it didn't dissuade Wyll’s interest in you in the slightest.

Wouldn't stop praising your fighting skills right after, and kept going on and on about possible titles for you in a playful manner. Though the sincerity in his eyes said otherwise.

“Is Slayer Of Beasts not an eligible title for you? Oh! How about… no that wouldn't work either. Regardless, your combat skills are impeccable! Truly, none could compare to your grace with a blade.”

: ̗̀➛GALE

“Ah. No harm in stopping to admire the view I suppose. What is it that you see? Aside from the brilliant rays of the sun of course.”

Doesn't exactly mind your innocence or your sweetness, he doesn't consider it a hindrance nor is he amused by it. If you want to stop attempting to pet every creature you see why should he be bothered?

Would probably question why you seem so blissfully ignorant or completely aloof out of his own curiosity but he wouldn't judge you for it.

Would sometimes tag along with you whenever you do get sidetracked but he’ll also be the subtle reminder that you should probably get going.

Slightly concerned that you’d constantly need assistance in battle or in particularly rough situations.

Pleasantly surprised when he discovers your brutality in battle.

Now he's all too curious as to where that entire ‘personality switch’ spews from. He won't stop asking questions about where you learned to be so brutal, why are you so different in and out of battle and so on.

Be prepared for every question he throws but do know it's only because he's become even more interested in you!

“Your prowess in battle is most certainly commendable! I do wonder where you could have learned such intense methods of combat? One could never turn a blind eye to a remarkable display of undeniable skill.”

: ̗̀➛HALSIN

“What a gift you are, to be so wondrously lost in bliss, running across fields of the oak father’s ever-blooming flowers. I may wish to join you someday.”

Also rather pleasantly amused with your innocence and/or sweetness. It was one of the first things he took notice of other than your scent of course. He finds it rather adorable that most things go over your head.

He has no qualms about you, even with your innocence and your seemingly soft demeanor, he places his full trust in you in whatever mission you set yourself off to.

Comes across as a bit protective at times as he views you as something fragile, something to be handled carefully.

Though in truth, he sees more potential in you than how most view you in your party. There must be more to you than an innocent little smile.

Taken aback upon realizing just how brutal you were in battle.

Sure, such brutality and violence could be useful against the foes of nature but he hopes that you never turn such strength against your fellow comrades and the innocents.

Other than that, he's impressed, commending you for your undeniable strength and skill in terms of battle.

If anything, he's grown more infatuated with you, amazed by both the sweetness you exude and the glorious beast you become in the heat of combat.

“Nature had made you all too perfectly, a delicate flower in the arms of your comrades and a ferocious yet beautiful creature when bathed in the blood of your adversaries. Breathtaking. Truly breathtaking.”

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Hot Chocolate

(Loki/Reader Fluff Drabble )

Summary: Loki is obsessed with chocolate. With your help he discovers the delectable treat that is hot chocolate, and appreciates how desirable you are.

Warnings/Notes: Very light suggested smut at the end. Just Loki being a chocolate fiend and a flirt. I count anything under 1,000 words as a Drabble.

Word Count: 964

*photos from Pinterest*

If there was one fact that was confirmed true about Loki, it was that he loved chocolate. Ever since his first chocolate candy bar, he was addicted. Like a bloodhound, he could sniff out the decadent sweet from another room. He would follow the scent to the source and then devour whatever was there. He was a frequent customer at the closest bakery to the tower. He claimed that their chocolate chip cookies were the best he ever had. Little did he know, with his limited time on earth, there were many other places with chocolate chip cookies. He liked his cookies soft, warm, and the chocolate chips slightly melted. He loved chocolate candy of any type, however, he didn’t like mint chip ice cream. He claimed that the mint tried to overpower the taste of the chocolate too much.

Here, on this cold December night in New York, flurries of snow floated through the air as they were visible from the highest rooms of the Avengers tower. Tony and his robots hung up Christmas decorations that adorned the once bland halls. Natasha and Clint decorated the towering evergreen in the common room. Thor had nearly drunk his weight in mead and passed out on the couch, his snoring attempting to be drowned out by the Christmas music coming through the speakers of the television. Through the multitude of smells including pine and cinnamon, Loki was stopped in his tracks as he walked towards the common room, the familiar smell hanging in the air… chocolate.

Loki walked faster toward the kitchen of the common room, his chocolate craving rivaling that of a menstruating woman. As he turned the corner he observed the controlled chaos of the room, Natasha and Clint arguing about where ornaments should go on the tree, his brother out cold, and you in the kitchen.

Saying that Loki thought about you would be an understatement. He fantasized about you, watched you from afar, and built up a surprising amount of courage to speak to you. Loki kept a certain distance from the other members of the team on purpose. When it came to you, however, Loki stayed away out of fear. He feared that you were revolted by him, as many were. You never made it obvious, you smiled at him, said hello when you passed him in dim hallways, you never came off as disgusted by him. Loki’s self-doubt said otherwise.

The god clenched his jaw as he carefully stalked over to you, his sense of chocolate driven curiosity overcame his hesitancy to be near you.

“Excuse me.” He speaks up from behind you with a gentle softness in his deep voice.

“Oh, Loki… Do you need something?” You were slightly thrown off by Loki approaching you. However, you couldn’t deny the way that your heart skipped a beat.

“No no, I was just curious about what you were making.”

You smile, even with your limited interaction, you knew he had a sweet tooth for chocolate. “You would love it! It’s called hot chocolate, it’s a drink.”

Not even the terrifying god of mischief himself could hide the light that came to life in his eyes, “You can drink it?” He asks in disbelief.

You try your best to hold back a giggle at the thousand year old god who was amazed by something as simple as hot chocolate. Part of you feels like you have been taking the highly beloved beverage for granted at his childlike response, “Here,” You take the warm mug and hand it to him, “try some.”

Loki was almost too eager to take the mug from your soft hands. His skilled digits brushed against your knuckles as he took it. A hot flush brushed your cheeks from the short contact.

Before he could rush the warm mug to his soft lips you grabbed his wrist, causing him to almost spill the sacred liquid, “Careful, it’s very hot.” You emphasized.

Loki smirks, “Thank you darling, however, I don’t believe it’s just the beverage that is too hot to handle.” His voice darkens.

Your stomach flips at his flirty remark. Your brain shuts down for a few seconds. You couldn’t believe it, the man of your dreams was flirting with you.

All you could let out was a childish giggle as Loki slowly raised the cup to his lips. He took an anticipated sip. His eyes close and for the first time, you notice how beautiful his eyelashes are.

He is silent for a few seconds, basking in the chocolate bliss he has just partaken in.

“That was… incredible.” He breathes out in amazement.

He goes to hand the cup back to you, however, you push it back in his hands, “It’s yours, I could never indulge myself as blissfully as you have.”

Loki smirks and moves closer to you, the people around you fade into the background.

“What a shame, it is important to appreciate the simple pleasures in life…” he places his hand on your waist, “so that the important pleasures feel so much better.”

The hot chocolate was long forgotten as a burning desire for the god burned in your core.

“What do you mean by important pleasures?” You question him with eager curiosity.

Loki scans the room before leaning to whisper in your ear secretly, “Come to my room and I’ll teach you all about pleasures.”

The two of you vacated the kitchen, those around you barely took notice at your leave. The hot chocolate sat, cooling and forgotten on the counter because Loki found a treat far more desirable than the midgardian invention that was chocolate. Well… at least for now, Loki would have his fill of chocolate later. Right now, he wanted to indulge in the special pleasure that was you.

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sprout-fics · 7 months

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Engravings (Chapter Two)

(Makarov x F! Reader)

Engravings Masterlist

Word Count: 4.8k Rating: Mature Tags: Brainwashing, Emotional Manipulation, Kidnapping, False Romance, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Injury/Blood, Whump, Stockholm Syndrome, Winter Soldier AU, No Fluff, Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse by Proxy, Mind Games, Eventual Happy Ending Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Mind the tags (Read on Ao3)

You dream of them.

They surround you, and the TV drones on in the background. Your legs are propped on someone’s lap, one of them sprawls on the floor in front of you. You itch your fingers through his mohawk, listen to his huff as his hand closes atop yours. A smile graces your features, and a smoky, raspy voice murmurs something to a figure standing behind the couch, arms crossed, swaddled in a dark hoodie. His face is hidden by a balaclava, but his eyes are soft when they rest on you. Trusting.

You reach for him. He evaporates into smoke along with the rest of them.

When you wake, your entire body hurts. It’s dim, dark, and you can still smell your own blood that has stopped oozing from your shoulder. A flickering fluorescent lamp glows above you, blinking too bright against the back of your eyelids. You’ve been stripped on your gear, mercifully covered by a blanket that keeps the thin, frigid air at bay. A bunker, you guess, and by the Russian signs on the walls it’s one of your own. There’s voices from the other room, speaking in grim, low tones you can hardly hear.

It takes effort to rise, bones creaking in sharp protest. The blanket drapes across your form, legs unsteady. You wobble towards the voices of your comrades, unsure what exactly you’re looking for. Yet as you amble down the hall on bare feet, the lamp light of a desk catches your eyes, and with it- a series of photographs.

You shouldn’t be curious. You know better than that by now. Quiet, complacent, don’t ask questions. Poised, perfect, savage and silent. Yet like an invisible tether you’re drawn inwards, a moth to flame. There’s pictures, photographs taken from afar, grainy and vague. Yet the figures in the photos are familiar, and as your fingers graze over them something sparks inside the hollow of your chest. A distant flame, and for the first time you feel warm.

“Ghost.” You whisper, scarcely audible as you take in the skull mask that stared across from you on the rooftop, had faltered when he found you in his sights. Gaz, who had tried to stop you atop the bridge, eyes full of despair. Soap, who had so long ago slung his arms across your shoulders and infected you with his laughter. Price, who had cornered you in Prague, had whispered the words that had taken root and blossomed into a grotesque doubt that has haunted you ever since.

“What did he do to you?”

It starts off as a distant sense of falling, the air around you strangely serene, silent. Light blossoms inside the hollow of your chest like an unfurling explosion, and as you gaze at the dazzling brightness of it you almost forget to brace for the shock wave that sends the world around you into lawless chaos. With it returns the howl of their voices- of Gaz’s cry, his hands stretching for you as you careen off the bridge, trying to rescue you from the dark waters, the inescapable tide of violence you noticed too late. It closes over your head, pulling you downwards into the darkness of his embrace.

Makarov.

You stumble from the room, chest too tight, gasping for air. The truth unfurls with sickening reality inside you, memories colliding in a horrible realization of the truth.

The plane being shot down. Jumping into the sky, your parachute unfurling, only to collapse when burning debris shot through the fabric. Hearing your team scream as you rocketed downwards, panicking, reaching for your second chute, seeing the ground race upward as you spun downwards-

“What is your name?”

“I don’t know.”

Your stomach empties itself before you can stop yourself, and the noise makes the murmurs in the other room go quiet. You tremble, clutching the wall, and your mind screams of enemies. Danger. Your body aches with a fierce pain, unable to contain the stress, heart too loud, too fast-

A figure out of the corner of your eye, one of Makarov’s men. A man you once called a comrade. You reel away from him, confused, frightened, and the motion sends your head spinning, the world dizzy in dim color.

You’re unconscious before you hit the ground.

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They bring you back to him, his prize turned puppet. You awaken in his lap, eyes opening to his, and there’s something in your hindbrain that purrs at the mere sight of him, ready to open yourself to him, do all he asks of you and more. His dark eyes churn like storm clouds, and you force yourself not to stiffen, to show fear, to give the barest indication that you know.

“Sleep well, beautiful?” He breathes, and the smile you give him feels too real, pulling at a tepid heartstring you wish you didn’t have.

“You saved me again.” You murmur softly instead, raise a bandaged hand to caress his face. The glimmer of darkness in his eyes relaxes into something mildly resembling serenity. “Makarov.”

It’s breathed with a sigh, a confession you will now never speak. He accepts it like an offering unto his altar, leans down to kiss you. You part your lips, slot his mouth against yours, drink in the taste of him, the faint scent of vodka that clouds your fragile judgment. He moans the name he’s given you, gathers you into his arms, nips at the growing bruises on your skin and whispers devotions there. Each word is tender, beloved, as if he’s realized he nearly lost you, that he can never let you go.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers into your jaw. “I should have never made you go.”

It’s said with a desperate rasp, his hands gripping you closer. It softens you at the edges, the adoration you hold for this man, this murderer, a creature of violence born in darkness. He holds you to him like something precious, something to be cherished. Uncertainty of a different kind blooms inside your ribs like a macabre bouquet.

He took you. Stole you away but saved your life. He could have killed you a thousand times over but he hasn’t. Even after this, even after failing him, nearly dying without his permission, he embraces you like a lover. Beloved. Only his. He’s engraved himself into your bones, carved a place for himself that even now you can’t deny. You wonder if it’s all true. The lynx painting watches you from over his shoulder, a predatory stare. You wonder if his eyes are the same.

You wonder why you still love him despite it all.

You’re battered, bruised from your near-death experience. It takes weeks for you to recover, for your bones to mend, your cuts to heal, the bullet wound in your shoulder to close, the ringing in your ears to stop. Time does not heal the broken pieces of you shattered by the truth.

It itches under your skin, the waiting. There’s a trained reflex inside you to be moving, active, useful in the way weapons are. Your purpose is to serve him. Without purpose you’re nothing but a broken, empty thing. The bred urge inside you strains to yield to Makarov’s hands, to throw yourself into the path of danger for him, to treat his orders like divine prophecy.

It scares you.

The worst part of waiting is not the patience it takes for your body to recover, but the emptiness. Makarov has left you in his absence, but not alone. There’s a guard outside your safehouse at all times. Makarov says it’s for your safety. The guard doesn’t speak, barely looks at you. Yet you feel his eyes when your back is turned, and you know you’re being watched.

It’s a dangerous game you play, pretending nothing has changed. Your routine goes unaltered from before. You rise early, eat, tend to your wounds, exercise, occupy yourself silently, obediently, a mere object waiting for his return. His polished prize, his beautiful, gleaming dagger, sitting in a glass display until he’s ready to use you again. The guard watches you with a cold stare, sees you silently retire for the evening where you curl into yourself with wide eyes, trying to understand the chaos inside you, the way your world has evaporated into smoke overnight.

You aren’t supposed to be here. Your true home lies a thousand miles away, and in your dreams the desperate, despairing eyes of Price and Gaz call to you, echoing the name you’d forgotten. Soap reaches for you, Ghost stares at you through his scope, rust colored gaze betraying his grieving shock. You belonged to them once, you think, before you were his.

Makarov loves you, something inside you whispers. He doubts you, doubts your loyalty, but you can’t erase the gentleness in his eyes, his soft touch as you lay on his bare chest, stroking your cheek with crooked knuckles. He wouldn’t kill you. You’re his. His weapon, his beloved, his marionette.

Yet the truth of it all lays bare against your skin. He stole you from them, took apart your fragile mind and rebuilt it to something better, something greater. He turned you into something you could never be before. Fearless of death, skilled beyond measure, overflowing with undying loyalty. You soak in the blood of his enemies and arrive back to sink to his feet, sigh into his palm as he cups your face and smears red against your skin. He’s turned you into a shell of yourself, hollow except for him. He places you in the path of danger with a kiss, collects you once you’ve been charred to ashes and whispers sweet praises until the time comes once more to repeat this cycle of violence once more. Each time he unsheathes the blade of you your body and mind fracture a little further. You know there will come a day where you do not come back to him, and you know the part of you that loves him will speak his name with your dying breath.

Just how far has he burrowed himself inside you, you wonder? Just how certain are you of his adoration for you, this man who will use you again and again until you’re broken, but will press you into his silk sheets with murmurs of adoration? Makarov is not a gentle man, and you know too that he will someday meet the same fate he predestines for you. He makes you earn his love because his morals will allow nothing less. If you are to stand beside him, two steps back, by his right shoulder, you must be more than just beautiful. Lethal, unquestioning, compliant. He hasn’t killed you yet despite his doubts, and you tell yourself it is because of his love for you.

Despite everything, you know you can’t stay.

Escape remains a distant possibility, a far-fetched fantasy. Guarded at all times, injured still as you are, there’s no way to flee. Neither is there a way to contact the men you’ve been robbed from, tell them you know now, tell them you’re in danger, plead to come home, confess to them that you think you are home. The silent weeks without him allow you to plan, and in that time you practice utter composure, face blank, refusing to reveal even an inch of doubt. The second you do, the second you express uncertainty, you become useless to him...

You tell yourself he’ll let you live. Perhaps he’ll lock you away like a fragile dove, keep you in a gilded cage until the fractures of your mind widen, crack your resolve until you once more fall into step behind him. He won’t kill you, not if he loves you.

Even so, your fate at his hands is a tragic one. Death or surrender. Neither one you can accept. So with each dawn you try and convince yourself you will never be safe here despite your tenderness for him, and you tell yourself even that is another falsehood woven into your skin.

You’re not completely healed by the time he calls on you again. It’s a test. He’s expecting you to protest, to say you aren’t ready, to show a glimpse of uncertainty. You swallow it down as he smiles, telling your guard to leave you both alone. You lean into his kiss and wonder why it feels so right.

There’s an instinct to yield to him automatically, to surrender. It’s easier, simpler, to resort to this life you’ve led at his hands. To struggle with the truth robs you of sleep, cracks at your composure. To fall into him feels like a gentle sigh, releasing the voice inside you screaming to be freed, to run.

You cling to him tighter, trying to memorize the shape of him so you’ll remember when you leave him. When you escape.

As you get dressed you limp, your leg not entirely healed. Makarov places you atop the edge of the bed, kneels at your feet to draw a sock up your calf. It’s intimate, tender, and the velvet softness of his eyes conceals the calculation in his stare. A horrible wrongness bubbles in your stomach at this foreign gesture, so delicate and careful even as you know he is once more hurling you in the path of danger. He’ll wait for you to return to gaze into the emptiness of your eyes that alight only when you’re with him.

It’s not an easy assignment. Your target is a CIA informant, and for once your mission is not to kill her. Capture, kidnapping, so you can bring her back like prey caught in your jaws. She’s not unlike you, you think. Your age, about your height. The same colored eyes. You wonder if it’s just a coincidence, or if somehow he has predestined this as well. A mind game, watching the vision of your own demise, recalling the memories of being stolen away into his blood soaked grasp. You want to scream, to warn her, to tell her to flee. You know it may come at the cost of your own life.

She struggles as your arm closes around her neck, hauling her backwards into the black, unmarked van. Her shout is muffled by the chloroform cloth across her face. As she grows limp in your grasp, as your driver speeds off into the night, you feel something inside you crack open further, and you pray to whatever god is listening that you will someday forgive yourself for this, for the act of pretending so you stay alive.

When the spy is dumped on the steps of the American embassy, you struggle to not weep.

In the deaths that follow, your soul slowly brittles into a gasping, fragile cry.

He’s testing you. Each new assignment forces you to choose between your morals and your life. You wonder if this is his method of breaking you, compressing you down into yourself so he can fill the cracks with his poisonous adoration. Breaking you in body and mind, hollowing you out so there’s only him, only ever him. You scream in the prison of your mind, the noise silent but deafening. You belong to him, your heart his, but the promise of freedom struggles to overwrite the gentle touches he engraves into your skin under the hazy blue light of his bedroom.

With each death, each assignment, every new mission the cracks widen. Hysteria threatens to force its way up your throat in a desperate wail, begging the stars he divines in a plea for mercy. They gaze down at you unblinking, and you know he has written your fate amidst the constellations.

You swallow down tears as he braces above you, sheets tangled around your forms. You kiss him and remember how it feels to love him, wondering why the grace of his love is so painful. He gathers you to him after, form bare, he watches your face with unblinking fixation until the dreams take you once more.

There’s a part of you that wants to go back to that time of ignorance, back when you clung to the smallest bit of affection he gave to you, the only reason for your existence. A simpler time, when you were his and only his, not haunted by the truth. If you could return to that time, when you had both stood in the December dawn, when he had pressed a kiss to your knuckles and then held your face in his hands with a tender smile. If you could go back, if you could forget, if you could die being his...

There’s no going back. Not anymore.

Escape eludes you. Each mission is amidst a team of others. You’re never alone except for the safehouses he keeps you in, caged until he once more has use for your fangs. The others watch you, and you struggle to mute the sound of your own rapid heartbeat lest they hear it. They study your blank expression for indications of uncertainty, disloyalty, and a whisper of potential betrayal. You dread what will happen when they eventually find it, if they’ll haul you back to him screaming and thrashing, the noose of your fate closing around your throat. You force the shake in your hands to still, force yourself to not mind the way blood catches under your fingernails.

Your opportunity comes suddenly.

Your handler, as you’ve begun to refer to them as- the ever-changing cast of soldiers under his command that monitor you, watches you carefully. You walk in step beside him, as he leads you through the winding streets of Minsk in a seemingly random pattern. He says you’re walking to rendezvous with a contact. You’re not sure if you believe him. He leads you to an open park and your skin itches, the site too open, prone to sniper fire. You try to shift your gaze without him noticing, sweeping the rooftops for the glint of a scope. You pause by a bench, and the man sits, gestures to you to do the same.

“Stay here.” The handler tells you in Russian, and then leaves you.

Alone.

You blink in astonishment, watching him vanish in the distance. The silence in his absence rings in your ears. You think perhaps this is it, your final, profound act of rebellion as you jump to your feet and flee. You wonder if a hidden sniper might shoot you down if you do. The hope that is supposed to spark to life inside you is smothered by a choking shroud of dread.

Something isn’t right.

Why give you the chance? With how his trust in you wavers? Why leave you alone knowing it gives you an opportunity to flee? No doubt you’re being watched even now, but perhaps you can outrun whoever it is that is observing you. Is this a test? One you’re designed to fail? Would he actually let you go? Without a goodbye?

It draws across your thoughts suddenly, like the flash of a distant explosion as the ground trembles under you ominously.

You’re being used as bait.

They’re expecting them to come for you. He had you paraded you through the streets in clear view, made a display of proof of life, and then left you like bait in a trap. He’s expecting one of your team to sneak up to you, to try and rescue you. He wants them to take you by the hand and pull you to safety, only for you to watch them cut down by sniper fire as their blood splatters across your immaculate wardrobe. He’s using you to execute them.

Your heart hammers in your chest, and you scan the park for familiar faces. It’s mostly empty, the lane of trees leading up to the fountain bare from the deep freeze of winter. Your eyes fall on a figure there, slouching against a tree trunk, mask pulled down so cigarette smoke floats from the corner of his mouth. Sandy blonde hair peeking from under a beanie, a scar snaking up to his jaw, but the rust eyes are the same without his skull mask.

Your eyes lock, and he holds it for a moment before his gaze sweeps up to a nearby rooftop before landing back on you. A silent question. You nod. He grimaces, and those trusting eyes sink with a sadness that engraves itself into your bones alongside the name of your puppet master.

A simple hand signal, one you’ve seen him use a hundred times.

Wait.

Your heart sinks. You want to call out to him, hurl yourself towards the safety of his arms, beg for rescue and hope that the mere touch of him and the others will erase the things you’ve done, the person you’ve become, the phantom of Makarov’s embrace. Yet Ghost warns you to wait, to stay put. They’ll find another way, one that doesn’t risk your life for the price of freedom. You can’t stand it. Here’s right there, he’s so close.

You part your lips, and you mouth to him a single word.

“Help.”

Your handler comes to collect you. Ghost is gone before the car Makarov’s man escorts you to pulls away.

Later, a stranger bumps shoulders with you at the airport, muttering an apology before running off and dragging a piece of luggage behind him. You blink after him. He looks familiar.

It’s only after you’re stashed into a safehouse, discarding your clothes on the floor of your bathroom that the note flutters free from your pocket. Handwritten, scrawled hastily. You recognize Johnny’s handwriting, with the barely dotted ‘i’s and crossed ‘t’s. Your name is written at the top. The one you’d forgotten.

This is your name. We’re not sure how much you remember, but you were a soldier, a warrior like us.

More than that, you were our ally, our friend.

He took you from us. We didn’t know, hen, we swear. We thought you died in the plane crash.

We mourned for you. We didn’t know you were alive. We didn’t know what he did to you.

We’re coming. We’ll bring you home. We won’t stop until you’re safe.

Be patient, stay alive. We’ll find a way.

If you can get away by yourself, contact Nikolai. He can help you.

Come back to us.

Please.

You memorize the cell number on the paper, look once more at the beloved words of your friends, and vanish the letter without a trace.

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The gun in your hands is familiar. A Soviet era semi-automatic pistol, 9-millimeter. His favorite. A relic of a bygone era that continues to prove its usefulness. A ghost of the past that in so many ways mimics his ideals. Your hands close around it, feeling the cool grip against your fingers. You lift the sights to your gaze, stare beyond to the target who stands before you, his hands raised.

Price’s eyes are wide with grief and disbelief.

Behind him are the men you once called brothers. They stand in shocked silence, not reaching for their weapons, refusing to lift them to you, shoot you down, even in this. There’s heartbreak in their eyes, an inescapable despair that sucks the fabric of hope from their souls.

The gun trembles in your grip. The safety clicks off like the sound of a thunderbolt, and the voice of your true self wails in a bone chilling shriek the others don’t seem to hear. Agony pulses scorching in your blood, eyes locked with the light of anguish in Price’s stare. The cracked marrow of you, where Makarov has etched his engravings, thirsts for warm blood to soak your skin. You know the warmth of his tongue as he drinks it from your wet, heaving gasps.

“Shoot him.”

Cold, detached, a voice you’ve heard a thousand times and will hear a thousand times more. His form presses into your spine, arms looping around your waist so he props his chin on the crook of your shoulder. You don’t need to look at him to know the darkness in his eyes, the absence of a smile that he’ll only reveal in the wake of your violence.

Lips skim the shell of your ear in a feather-light touch. You shudder, instinctively pressing back into him in search of his embrace, the place where you’re safe, home, loved.

“Do you like my marionette, captain?” He asks smoothly, gaze blinking slowly like a cat. Unbothered, apathetic, cruel. “Do you like what I’ve made her?”

Price’s face hardens into fury. You startle at it, mistaking his ire not for Makarov but for you- The one who has yet to find your way back, who had earned the price of your life by killing the ones he’s fought to protect. You wonder if he can smell the viscera on your hands. You wonder if someday you’ll earn his forgiveness.

Makarov chuckles, as if he’s amused by the hateful scorn on your captain’s face. His hands snake up your sides, your arms, until his calloused palms close over the grip holding the pistol.

“Just pull the trigger, darling.” He whispers silkily. “Kill them and come back to me.”

His finger presses yours down on the trigger. You tremble. You can’t move. Price doesn’t flinch. The hollow inside you clenches so violently it forces the air from your lungs in a wet, gasping sob.

A kiss to your jaw.

“Come back to your cage, Marionette.”

The gunshot is muffled by your scream.

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“Marionette!!”

You push at the hands that wrench you from slumber, voice rising in a wail that cracks at your throat. Hot tears overflow from your eyes, and your watery gaze takes in the looming shadow that braces above you in the dark. A whimper escapes you, and you try to pull away, to escape. Scared, confused, delirious with fear, you fumble at his hands securing your arms, begging in a wrecked plea for mercy.

“No, please-”

“Marionette.” He hisses, angry now at your fearful delusions. A hard shake forces you to gasp and suck cold air into your lungs. “Look at me.”

You do, choking on a sob, shaking from head to toe. You look at this man who had captured you and poisoned the spirit of you, made you forget even your own name. You can barely see him in the darkness aside from the glint of his predatory stare. The grip he has on you will leave bruises, and a part of you still accepts this too.

“Breathe.” He whispers, and it’s a soft sigh, gentle in comparison to his inherent viciousness. “You’re safe.”

Am I? You wonder feverishly. With you?

You force yourself to swallow as you shudder, taste the liquid pulse of your heartbeat against the cage of your ribs. It thumps in the hollow inside you, where his strings ensnare your soul.

“I saw him.” You force yourself to rasp, desperately scrambling for an excuse for your hysteria. “The man who tried to take me from you.”

Makarov’s grip on you doesn’t loosen. In the darkness, he stays silent.

He doesn’t believe you.

Panic flares inside you, and once more you whimper, quiver in his hold.

He could kill you, right here. He could stretch to cup your face in a delicate hold, whisper a soothing murmur only to snap your neck. You could die here, in his arms, in the way you are meant to.

Instead he releases a slow breath through his nose, shifts so he lays you down with you curled into his chest. His arms close around you in a tender embrace. They feel like shackles. He plants a beloved, gentle kiss to your forehead and you sob, remembering the time when it was all you ever wanted.

“It was a nightmare, beloved.” He whispers soothingly, a hand tracing your bare spine. “Just a dream.”

A hand raises up to your nape, tilts your head into the stare of his glittering darkness. He’s silent for a moment, seeing the way your eyes sparkle with tears, and you wonder if he smiles at that, enjoying the sight of your desperation. A thumb smoothes moisture across your cheek. You lean into it with a sigh.

“They’ll never take you from me.” He promises in a murmur. Low, lethal, imminent with his intent that rewrites the heavens.

You know he divines this prophecy too.

You cling to him like a child afraid of the unknown, feel the warmth of him bleed into you. You think about how his violence and vengeance scares you. You think about the way his lips taste on yours. You think about the endearments he whispers into your skin with dearest sincerity. You think about the things he’s done to you despite his affections. You think about the bruises and scars you bear as a cost of his love. You think about the death in his stare as he slaughters his betrayers...

and you know you’ll have to kill him.

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 8 months

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“Chaos Was Her Name”

Chapter One Chapter Two

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Summary- König has been going to therapy for his depression and self isolation. That lands him in the therapists office when one mission goes wrong. But his whole world is gonna be turned upside down. Recently joining the 141 Task Force he keeps to himself. But things are gonna change.

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

A/N- artwork credit to @ave661 . Watermarks are present in the artwork. Floral dividers are from @saradika

“How long are you gonna wait for her?”

Therapist glances to König.

“She told me she didn’t like me back. I cared so deeply for her and she pushed me away and left me”

“It’s been 5 years since she was declared dead”

“Nein, she isn’t to me.”

“König, when you received the news you were there to view the body. Is that right?”

“Ja.”

“And you made a positive I.D on the body. You did let your superior know that the person they brought back from the field was her.”

“Nein, I didn’t make the call. One of the TF guys called it for me. I- I uh I couldn’t cope with it. I dream of her. I see her around base she runs and hides from me.”

“When I wake up she’s gone. And everyone keeps reminding me she’s not real.”

“I could never be more alone without her here”

“Her name was Sergeant Sarah Smith”

“Don’t say her name”

“When I dream of her she runs away, but the moment she sees me she’s scared of me.”

“König your obsession with Sergeant Smith was something we discussed before her untimely death.”

“Ja”

“Your obsession with Sergeant Sarah have they been laid to rest since her passing”

“Ja”

“So I heard there are new recruits coming in from another private military base”

“Just three people their from Kortac the private military company I use to work for.”

“Okay have you met them yet. Remember we’re to work on our social skills and interactions with other members of the team and your superiors.”

“Ja, I remember”

König fiddle with his gloves looking down at the hem of his mask. Picking at the loose thread that dangled. Pulling on it his mind wondered. Thinking about Sarah and how she looked at him when he confessed his love to her. The look of disgust and rejection written on her face. That hurt more then anything.

König avoided her after that incident. Thinking about the day she was KIA out on the field. He did shed a few tears but his heart hurt. The feeling of rejection was all too familiar for him.

Thinking back when he was a child in Austria. The way everyone bullied him for his face and height. He did have one friend but that friend moved away to the states leaving him alone.

König as a child often sat alone on the playground watching the other children play and giggle on the school yard.

Watching all his classmates playing with one another but his heart long for the girl with the bluest eyes like the ocean. Her golden hair that was split into two braids that framed her pretty freckled face.

Watching her from afar made his little heart flutter.

König would pick flowers for her on his way to school and leave them on her desk in the morning. He wait around the corner waiting for her to see the flowers.

The way she smell them and smile made his heart skip a beat. He would write little notes with poetry and leave them on her desk. Watching her read them she would smile and run to her friends holding the flowers and notes.

Watching all her friends gather around her smiling and giggling about the notes and flowers. König wanted to confess his love to his crush. She made his cheek burn so much he had to hide his face in the crooks of his arms.

But his moment was ruined when Hans ran over to his crush tagging her back and running off with his friends.

Hans was König classmate that bullied him often. He tried to be his friend in the beginning but Hans always made fun of his height and called him nasty names.

König kept his distance when it came to playing outside on the school yard. He would sit under the trees watching everyone play and socialize.

He longed to be included on the games. The only time anyone would talk to him was the bullies.

They would throw rocks at him when he walked home. Never fighting back he simply ignored it walking home. The name calling hurt him the most. When arriving home he dust himself off before walking inside to greet his Mother and Oma.

König fathers was a Colonel in the Military but he sadly passed away while on a mission when he was only 9 years old. König always looked up to his father although his father was very tough on him. He admired his father accomplishments. He often daydreamed he would one day become a Colonel just like his father.

“Hallo Mutter, wo ist Oma?”

“Mein Schatz, du bist zu Hause, wie war die Schule? Oma ist im Garten.”

“Gut"

König nodding his head to his mom holding his school bag storing it away wiping the dust from his cheek. Walking to the kitchen he kissed his mothers cheek, smiling to her taking a Apfelstrudel from the counter taking a bite, thanking his mother before walking out the back door.

Walking past the rose bushes his mother planted, to find his oma sitting under the tree his opa planted for his oma.

Sighing with a heavy heart he put on a fake smile walking over to his oma. Before he could say anything she already knew he tried to sneak up on her.

“Mein kleiner Bär, komm raus, ich weiß, dass du zurück bist.”

His Oma already knew König was sneaking up behind her. She smiled and waved to him to come over to her.

König walked over looking down at his leather brown shoes.

“Sind es wieder die Tyrannen, mein kleiner Bär?”

König nodding his head in shame. Sighing heavily he bursted into tears hugging his Oma tightly. Wiping his face into her blouse and cardigan. His small cries and whimper’s muffled in her chest.

“Oma why am I different?”

“You’re special my little bear. Your grandfather named you my little king. You’re a special kind young boy that will grow into a wonderful young man.”

“Oma, there’s a girl I like in my class I want to tell her but I’m scared she might get scared of me.”

“König, one day you’ll meet a special girl that will love you for you. If she can’t see the sweet loving boy I see now then she isn’t one.”

Those words echoed in his memories of home. All throughout his teenage years König was faced with rejection. The memories of the disgusted look on all their faces made his heart break. All that was left was the shell of the sweet loving boy that his mother and oma saw. König often paid for sex when he was off duty.

Meaningless sex meant nothing to him. Keeping the hood on often made the sex workers nervous of him. He pay them and lay in his bed unsatisfied with the sex. He wanted someone to lay with him to hold his heart and hopefully one day take the mask off.

He often found himself longing for a loving warm embrace. He would often watch the new recruits walk around base. Somedays he would often jerk off in the showers thinking of some of the female recruits awhile they exercised. After squirting the walls and his hands with his thick ropes of cum. Looking at the water washing away all the cum off his hands. The shame would overcome him.

Finishing up his showers he would walk back to his room his head hanging with shame.

“König?”

“Ja”

“Our session is finished for today. Would you like to schedule another session for another day next week?”

“Ja”

“What day will work for you?”

“Can I get back to you on that Doctor?”

“Sure König, my door is always open and give us a call as well we can discuss more over the phone if you like?”

With a smile the therapist clicked her pen and closed her notebook. Walking to the door she opened it for him allowing him to leave her office. She sighed as he left. Exhausted for the day and all the sessions she had to take on for the day. König was a very unique case.

Clicking her pen she takes a seat looking out the window jolting down her notes.

König had developed a obsession with one of the new recruits that had an untimely death. This loss had thrown him off his feet landing right into my chairs. He’s being put on temporary leave for the time being. His superiors put him on watch for the first few nights. Looking over his record on the field he has never failed a mission nor lost anyone. But this one particular mission that ended with 5 soldiers killed on the field under someone else command made his mind wander off. He started to self isolate and fell into a deep depression. I’ve seen this a few other times but König is a Hound of Love. Something in his childhood must’ve started this conquest of searching for love. He looks for love in the many faces of his fellow comrades. This is something he has acknowledge and he is willing to work for the time being. But we are making progress on moving past this grieving period. And coming to acceptance with Sergeant Smith death. He’s starting to share a bit more in our therapy sessions.

I will make note to his superiors that König is cleared for active duty in a few days. After our last meeting which is next week. He will be cleared to go back out on the field.

A Few Days Later

“König wheels up in 20”

One of the privates knocked on his door frame.

Nodding his head he stood up from his bed sighing looking at his gloved hands reaching down to pick up his gear bag. Walking out with his weapon strapped to his chest and his side arms all in there holsters. Listening to Price and Ghost talk about the mission. The operators they we’re receiving from his old employers were sending over three operators to assist in this mission.

Listening to the briefing again he board the plane storing his gear away. Taking his seat looking down at his boots and knees he looked around staring at all the soldiers who sat in silence. His mind often wandered to love.

“Was he not capable of love?”

“Why did all his past crushes all repulsed by him and especially when they asked about his face and hood.”

Lost in his thoughts hours had gone by and the turbulence of the plane jolted him up from his dark thoughts. But his mind often wander to Sergeant Smith.

The way she looked at him when he admitted his feelings to her and the flowers she stepped on before crushing his heart.

His heart broke.

All those sleepless night thinking of her.

“Why am I a hound for love. I search and search for it and come up empty handed.”

As the hatch opens the rush of cold air chills everyone to the bone. But for König his heart was already broken and cold. His cold lifeless eyes burned with bloodlust. Gathering his gear he walked out sweeping the area waiting for everyone to get into position.

The rumbling of the aircraft lifting away rumbling his chest and awakening his inner beast for bloodlust.

Listening to Ghost mission objectives. König couldn’t focus enough looking down at the ground covered in snow. Flipping the switch on his radio the static came rushing through and the sounds of a women singing softly piqued his interest. Looking up and listening closely to his radio he confirmed his suspicions.

Ghost listened to his radio.

“That’s our sign let’s move”

Moving as one they made their way around the buildings that were left in ruins. The smell of smoke and gunpowder filled his senses. Watching the snow fall to the ground he didn’t see or hear someone get the drop on him.

Falling forward to the ground he felt a cold sharp blade pressing against his mask on his neck.

“Scheiße!”

“Move again and that will be the last thing you do”

“Phantom! Let him up”

The familiar sound of the deep voice resonated in Königs mind.

“Aksel”

“König!”

König stood up dusting himself off he walked over to the large man hidden in the shadows. Aksel emerged from the darkness hand extended out. König grasped his hand aggressively the two men laughed and smiled to each other.

“It’s been too long Brother”

“Ja, too long Tor”

“I didn’t know you were coming here. Captain Price informed me that you overseas busy with another mission.”

“Nein Brother. We finished early”

“Let me introduce you to my fellow operators. This is Sebastian and this is (y/n).”

Emerging from the darkness stood Sebastian and by his side stood a goddess.

“This is Krueger and I’m Phantom”

“Aksel we don’t go by our formal names!”

“This is König”

Aksel chuckled at her little outburst and brushed it off as he continued his conversation with his friend König.

There she stood the goddess that graced him with her spitfire attitude. She had a covering that covered her face. Her eyes sparkled under the moonlight she looked up to him holding a rifle on her back that was almost as big as her.

“Phantom back to your position. Krueger go with her we rotate in 3 hours we leave at dawn. The snowstorm is supposed to hit in a few hours.”

“Come inside brother we have much to discuss.”

König walked beside Aksel but he was so enamored by her the way she sighed and rolled her eyes. Her spitfire attitude made his heart flutter but his cock quiver.

Krueger was quick to notice the way König was staring at her as they walked away. Krueger laid his hand on her back as they walked away. König clenched his fist swallowing harshly his cock quivered more leaking precum from watching her walk away and the way Krueger laid his hand on her back as they walked away together.

“Phantom, but her name sounds so sweet rolling off my tongue and lips (y/n)”

König listened to the conversation but his sight wandered to her small form as she sat by the window. The cold winter breeze chilled her she shivered slightly. Keeping her rifle next to her she felt someone presence behind her before she could react she felt someone drape a coat over her back.

“Oh?”

“It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“Nein, it’s freezing tonight. It’s a bit hot wearing my jacket too.”

She looked back into the street and keeping her gaze out there she smiled to herself and pulling his jacket more closer to herself. Inhaling the smell of his jacket was very pleasant. It smelled clean with a hint of floral scent. She smiled slightly.

“Thank you”

She whispered to him as she shifted slightly in her position. König smiled under his mask and stood up leaving her alone on watch. Walking back to Aksel he looked at him shaking his head walking back to the fire sitting beside him.

Aksel glanced at him. Giving him a smirk. König scoffed at him and pulled a cloth from his chest pocket and started to clean his gun. Glancing at her every so often she stayed perfectly still with his jacket covering her. It warmed his heart. But deep down his cock throbbed for release. Shifting himself as he sat trying to sit comfortably while watching his goddess stay warm under his jacket.

That’s was enough for him for now.

A/N-I do not claim credit for the artwork. I do try to credit the source. I do apologize in advance if I offended anyone. I am so sorry to whoever I offended. I will do better for the future.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where, if you can't beat them, join them.

Or the nineteenth installment of the Skz!pack prequel series.

A/N: Remember. You guys asked for this.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, skz!abo, poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!prequel, skz!pack prequel, prequel series, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Intense, Suggestive

Warnings: Primal Play, Small mention of blood (it's from a scratch)

Title: Hide and Seek

“Unpresented huh?”

You glance over at Chan as he sidles up to you, but your gaze is quickly drawn back to what-or who-has held your attention all evening.

“Mhm.” You hum in affirmation, distracted, as you take another gulp of overly pink boxed wine from the glass in your hand.

It’s the second time Jeongin has hung out with the pack, and he seems to be fitting in well.

He’s currently embroiled in some video game battle with Jisung and Felix-beaming from ear to ear, lit up, animated, excited-all of them yelling loudly, as they fight to battle each other for the win.

As you watch, the round ends, and Jisung leans over to affectionately tousle the freshman’s unruly hair, hair the color of a vivid blood red sunset that hasn’t dimmed in the slightest since you and Chan first met him.

Chan cocks his head, and you sigh, pulling your attention away from the trio as you lean around him to set your now empty glass into the kitchen sink.

“Does that worry you?”

You glance at him in surprise, and then shrug.

Does it worry you? You don’t know.

“I dunno.” You admit honestly, before you sigh again, and Chan gives you a small smile, his eyes affectionate, as he leans over to swipe his fingers along the base of your throat, right over your scent gland.

You instantly feel your muscles relax at the touch as he steps behind you to knead your shoulders, the scent of petrichor washing over you like a welcome wave.

You lean back into the warmth of his body, and close your eyes for a moment, the sound of the players wafting in from the living room in the background.

Chan nuzzles the skin of your throat with the cool tip of his nose, then presses a featherlight kiss to the underside of your jawline.

“But it worries your wolf.”

His words sink into your stomach like a heavy pit of truth, and you glance once more to Jeongin, happily eating another slice of pizza, egging Jisung on as he attempts to beat Felix, lost in the video game, in the camaraderie of his older brothers, in the feeling of pack.

“If you guys could move, that’d be great.” Changbin appears then, bringing the smell of campfire into the kitchen, holding his glass and an emptied bag of chips, which he tosses into the trash before he turns back to you with an annoyed lift of his brow. “You’re blocking the fridge.”

Chan murmurs an apology and you roll your eyes, but you move to let the other alpha through.

He pulls out another box of cheap wine from inside and sets it on the counter, twisting the spout, situating his glass beneath the stream-white this time-before he glances at the pair of you once more.

“What’re you guys whispering about over here anyway?” His lips tick up into the start of a smirk. “Please tell me it’s something hot that I can use as material later.”

“Gross.” You make a face, and Chan huffs a little laugh, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

“Sorry to disappoint.”

Changbin sighs heavily, leaning up against the counter beside the two of you, and takes a long gulp from his wine glass.

“Figures.”

There is silence for a long moment, the three of you watching the chaos in the living room unfurl from afar, and then Changbin clears his throat.

“The new kid. He seems nice.” You glance over to your boyfriend, swirling his wine thoughtfully around and around the bottom of his glass, and raise a brow.

“Yeah?” “Yeah.” Changbin nods confidently, emptying his glass in one fell swoop, before he places it in the sink beside your own. His brow furrows slightly. “My alpha’s a little unsure of him though.”

You stare at him in surprise, Chan tensing behind you, but before you can ask what he means, Jisung tosses his controller to the side and flops dramatically onto the floor, his gaze sweeping to the three of you through the doorway as he announces, loud and whiny enough for you all to hear, “I’m bored! Let’s do something more exciting.”

Changbin holds the beta’s gaze. “How is that my problem?”

Jisung writhes around on the floor like he’s in physical pain, gripping his sides as he wails out, “Ah, Changbin-hyung, you’ve wounded me! I’m your problem, thus, my boredom is also your problem.”

“Oh my god.” Chan mutters in exasperation behind you, even as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth to stop from laughing at your dramatic beta boyfriend’s antics.

“Get up off the floor, Han Jisung, or I’ll get you up myself.” Minho threatens warningly from the couch, but it’s obviously an empty threat, because he doesn’t make a move to get up, or even look up from scrolling through his phone.

Jisung stops writhing around and raises his head, fixing the alpha with a suggestive stare and a wicked smirk.

“Is that a promise, hyung?”

“Not if you’re going to enjoy it. I want you to be miserable.”

Jisung lets his head flop back to the floor with a heavy thud and a despair filled sigh.

“None of you are any fun.”

“I’m oodles of fun.” Seungmin deadpans from his own end of the couch, carefully turning to the next page of his book as if he hasn’t a care in the world.

Jisung fixes him with a glare that he doesn’t pay attention to, and then turns to Jeongin and Felix, who are staring at him, controllers still held in their laps.

“C’mon. Lixie? Innie?” Jisung wheedles, clasping his hands together like he’s begging.

Felix opens his mouth, like he’s going to say something, but you know he’s pulling at straws, and then Jisung jumps up from his spot on the floor in a flash, clapping his hands excitedly, scaring the shit out of Hyunjin, who was halfheartedly dozing with his head in Minho’s lap.

“Oh my god.” Jisung exclaims with a grin and another clap of his hands. “I know what we can do. Something we haven’t done for a while.”

Behind you, Chan lets out a long breath through his nose and beside you, Changbin rolls his eyes.

“What is it, Jisungie? And it better be legal.”

Jisung looks offended. “Please, hyung.” He glances at Jeongin, covering his ears teasingly with his hands as he lowers his voice. “I would never suggest something like that when there’s a baby present.”

Jeongin swats his hands away.

“Anyway.” Jisung continues, looking entirely too gleeful now, and Chan is tense behind you once more. The beta’s eyes gleam wickedly. “We should play a good old round of hide and seek.”

There is a moment of silence, and then Changbin says reluctantly from beside you. “That’s-actually not a bad idea.”

Jisung fist pumps.

“Yeah.” Chan agrees, surprisingly, rubbing at his neck, as he steps out from behind you and shrugs. “I could use a stress outlet after that last round of finals.”

“I do love to seek.” Minho remarks dryly, flashing a dangerous looking grin that reveals white, sharp teeth.

“Wait-” Jeongin speaks up, and you glance at Chan, your expression guarded, because you’d kind of forgotten he was here.

The youngest glances around at the interested pack members, and then pointedly around to the small living room of Changbin’s apartment.

“You wanna play hide and seek, like, here?”

Jisung laughs and claps the youngest on the back, his dark eyes still bright with a manic, dangerous sort of energy.

“Hell no.” He grins down at the freshman, who looks suddenly interested and terrified all at once. He squeezes the back of his neck. “We go outside, freshman.”

The light in his eyes gleams.

“Because this hide and seek? It’s owned by the wolves.”

*******

You stretch your arm across your chest, warming up your muscles, and watch the way your exhales of breath leave your lips as a puff of frost in the cold night air, floating up and away from you until they disappear from sight.

You lean over to stretch your calves, and Jeongin clears his throat from beside the car, catching your attention.

“The quad?” He asks when you look at him, glancing around at the darkened middle ground of the campus, all open fields and a playground for the education students.

You shake your head with a slight grin, but Hyunjin beats you to it, stepping up beside Jeongin and throwing a warm arm around his shoulders.

“Nah, puppy, not the quad. The woods.”

He gestures with his chin and Jeongin’s gaze follows his own, toward the edge of the neatly trimmed grass, down to the tangle of the taller brush, the dark trunks of the trees, disappearing into foggy blackness the further you go into the woods that edge the campus.

Jeongin audibly gulps.

“Don’t worry, freshie.” Jisung appears, grinning ear to ear, hopping from one foot to the other, his breath clouding as he chuckles gleefully. “You’re not gonna participate this time. You’re a spectator.”

Curiosity replaces the slight fear on Jeongin’s face.

“Don’t worry.” Hyunjin repeats, as he releases the youngest and leans over to tie one of his fancy, overly expensive tennis shoes. “It’s just as fun to watch and wait as it is to play.”

You don’t know about that, but you don’t correct him, straightening up as Changbin arrives at your side, stretching his arms above his head in a practiced motion, wearing a sleeveless muscle tank even in the frigid temperature of the night.

He blows out a long breath of air and claps his hands.

“Alright, Minnie. Give us the spill.”

Seungmin hops down from his spot on the hood of the car to stand beside Jeongin, holding his hands out, palms together, as if he’s a referee splitting up two opposing teams before a game.

“Okay. This is Hide and Seek. First rule-” The beta holds up a finger for you all to see, as Chan and Minho come to flank your other side, Felix moving to stand beside Jisung. “-Don’t let campus security see you.”

Jisung grins.

“Second rule-” Seungmin holds up a second finger with a blankly serious expression on his face. “-Remember the first rule.”

Jeongin is listening with rapt attention, curiosity all over his features, eyes fixed on the commanding presence of the beta.

“Please present your teams.”

Hyunjin leans against the car beside Jeongin. “I’ll sit this one out, Minnie. I’m not feeling it tonight.”

Seungmin gives a brisk nod. “Right. So Hyunjin, Jeongin, and I will sit the round out. Everyone else, let your alignments be known.”

You step over what feels like an imaginary line to join Jisung and Felix beside the car, across from the group of alphas.

“I’ll join Prey tonight, since they’re down a member.”

Jisung’s fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, staring down the three alphas across from you.

Seungmin nods again. “Very well. So for Prey we have (Y/N), Jisung, and Felix.” He glances at the three men across from you, seeming to wait on some silent command from the beta referee. “For Predators we have Chan-hyung, Changbin-hyung, and Minho-hyung.”

“Usually-” You hear Hyunjin lean over and whisper to a wide eyed Jeongin. “-it’s always the alphas as Predators, and the omegas and betas as Prey, but tonight, they’re spicing things up a bit.”

Seungmin is walking down the imaginary line between you, passing out two different colors of scrunchies, listing off the rules of the game, even though you’ve all heard them a dozen times.

You’d guess it’s more for Jeongin’s benefit than anyone else’s.

You take your white scrunchy without a word and slide it onto your wrist.

“Rules of the game-” Seungmin does a turn at the end of the line and stands with his arms crossed across his chest. “Predators-” He turns to the three alphas and motions to the matching black scrunchies around their wrists. “-your goal is to catch the prey. Once you’ve caught a member, you remove their scrunchie and bring them back to base. You’re both out of the game. If you succeed in capturing all the members of Prey before they remove your scrunchies, Predators win the round.”

Seungmin turns his gaze to you, Jisung, and Felix now and the white scrunchies encircling your own wrists.

“Prey-your goal is to escape and evade for as long as possible and steal the Predators scrunchies before they can catch you. Once you’ve succeeded in gaining all the black scrunchies, your team returns to base and that’s the end of the round. Prey wins.”

You glance at Jeongin, wondering if he thinks you’re all crazy, if he’s scared, if he’s ready to turn heel and run.

He looks nothing but openly intrigued.

“Everyone understand?”

You all nod silently, and you don’t know about the others, but your brain is already going into strategy mode, gauging how long it’s going to take you to get to the edge of the forest before the Predators are released.

Your wolf growls gleefully, ready to run.

Seungmin returns to stand beside the car, and Jeongin and Hyunjin.

“Good.” He glances down at the watch he insists on wearing around his wrist, like some archaic relic of the past, and holds out a hand. “Prey gets a fifteen second head start. On my mark.”

Minho locks gazes with you across the invisible line, eyes gleaming dangerously, tongue darting out to lick across the razor sharp tips of his canines.

Your stomach coils in delicious anticipation.

Fifteen seconds. He mouths to you silently, lips pulling back in a smile that reminds you of a shark smelling blood.

Chan crouches low to the ground, muscles taut and ready.

Beside you, Jisung licks his lips and his gaze darts to the waiting treeline.

“Get set.”

Changbin shakes out his shoulders, grinning easily, but you see it, see the gold ringing his brown irises, see the wolf in the depths of his easy demeanor, waiting, watching.

Felix releases a long, controlled breath through his nose and his hands clench at his sides.

Seungmin waves his arm down in a harsh streak of movement.

“Go.”��

Minho swipes his tongue across his lips, curled upward into a hungry smirk.

Run.

You take off toward the trees and the darkened woods without a backward glance.

You’re aware of Jisung and Felix hot on your heels, their breaths harsh, their movements quick, and you hear Jisung let out an exhilarated whoop over the sound of your own blood pounding loudly in your ears.

You grin at the sound, and push yourself faster, harder, the trees just ahead.

You hit the edge of the woods, and you split up without a word, silently communicating, as you disappear into different directions, pushing deeper into the darkness of the trees.

You skid around an especially large tree, narrowly avoiding the reaching branches as they try to tangle in your hair, whip at your cheeks, and slide down a shallow embankment, into a dry creek bed.

How long has it been? More than fifteen seconds, you know that.

They’re coming.

You don’t linger on the thought, instead, letting it feed your adrenaline, as you follow the creek bed around a bend, and leap easily, without a thought, over a large fallen tree.

Your wolf howls with delight, eager to stretch its legs, eager to keep going, more, more, more.

You sprint up the opposite side of the creekbed, alert as you stop for a moment, only long enough to catch your breath, as you carefully check the surrounding air.

Nothing. No familiar scents on the stiff breeze.

You feel glee pool hot in your stomach amid the swirling adrenaline, the rush of the hunt.

They haven’t found your trail. Not yet at least.

You take off again, running blindly through the jet black woods, your night vision kicking in now, and as you’re skirting a shallow stream of water, you hear it.

There’s a surprised yelp from your right, echoing through the silence of the night, and your gut clenches instinctively as you freeze, coming to a stop so quickly that you almost stumble, silent, frozen, listening.

That sounded like Jisung.

There is deafening silence, and then a howl rings through the night, eerie and forbidding.

Dammit. Someone had been caught.

You can’t stay here any longer, that was too close for comfort.

You start jogging again, away from where you had heard the yelp, away from the direction of the howl, ducking under low hanging branches and easily avoiding thick patches of sticky foliage, clawing at your legs through your leggings.

A particularly pesky, pointed branch scratches your cheek as you dart by, eliciting a sharp swear from beneath your breath, reaching up to swipe your fingers across the shallow gash, dripping crimson blood down your chin and onto your shirt.

You don’t stop, pushing forward, even though your cheekbone is stinging and your lungs are aching for each labored breath.

You wade through a patch of mud, sucking at your tennis shoes, breathing through your mouth to scent better, to stay quieter, and as you round a particularly large tree in the middle of a small grove of willow thin aspens, you hear it.

The snap of a branch-sharp, staccato, loud in the muffled silence of the woods.

You duck behind the large trunk of the towering tree, and instantly freeze, holding as still as possible, as you listen, wait, every hair on your body on end, your wolf growling low and warning.

Another snap-whoever it is, they’re not particularly worried about you hearing them-closer, and then-

Amber. Bergamot.

Minho.

The scent tickles your nose, and you carefully clamp a hand over your nose and mouth, trying to silence your breaths all together as you shrink back against the tree, the rough bark of the trunk digging into your spine.

Shit.

A soft footfall, you can tell, he’s on the edge of the aspen grove now, just outside of your hiding spot, and the blood pounding in your ears is so loud, you’re not sure why he hasn’t heard it yet.

You bite down on your tongue as he takes another step forward, then-

“C’mon, kitten. I know you’re here somewhere. Let’s not play hard to get now.”

His voice is a low purr, washing over you like a velvet stream, and everything inside of you is screaming for air, but you keep your hand firmly over your nose and mouth, leaning your head back against the tree as you screw your eyes shut, forcing yourself to try and remain as unmoving and impassive as possible.

Don’t let him smell you, focus on keeping neutral, don’t give yourself away.

The steadying feel of the tree against your back is doing nothing for the sudden trembling in your legs.

Shit, shit, shit.

You hear him chuckle, low and dangerous in the back of his throat, and it’s closer now, and you faintly entertain the idea of trying to run, but you know, Minho is faster, know he’d catch you easily.

Your best bet is to remain where you are.

“(Y/N).” He says your name in a sort of singsong way, a way that has your stomach curling in equal parts fear and anticipation. “I’m not a patient man. I don’t like being kept waiting. Give up your little game, and alpha will reward you.”

You bite down on your lip to muffle a whimper, so hard that you taste copper, and you’re fairly certain it’s not from the earlier scratch.

Another foot step, another crunch beneath the sole of his boot, and his voice drops an octave, the alpha timber leaking through in the way he growls his next words, making you shiver.

“Be a good girl, kitten, and let me get my hands on you.”

Your lungs are screaming at you to take a full breath, to release the pressure in your chest, and when you do, when you give in, gasping for air, Minho pounces.

“Aha.” He announces triumphantly as he leaps around the trunk of the tree, pinning you in place instantly with his palms on either side of your head. His dark eyes swirl golden, and though he’s clearly been running just as hard and fast as you, or even more so, he looks perfect, effortlessly wind swept, like he’s just stepped out of the pages of a goddamn magazine. “There you are.”

You can’t even bring yourself to be mad that he caught you.

You stare up at him with wide eyes, his pupils impossibly black in the moonlight, and when you speak, you’re annoyed that your voice comes out more than a little breathless, and not because of the running.

“Here I am. You caught me.”

You hold out your wrist that’s covered by the white scrunchie toward him, and he barely glances at it.

“I’ll take that when I’m good and ready.”

You blink at him in surprise, and Minho smirks, predatory and dangerous.

“Oh, you thought catching you was my only goal? Oh no, sweetheart-” His smirk widens till the sharp tips of his teeth are on display as he leans into your space, running his nose down the column of your throat, your heartbeat once again thundering in your ears. “-I’ve got a far better goal in mind for both of us.”

You swallow hard and try not to squirm as he lets his teeth graze the curves of your collarbone.

“And what’s that?”

Your voice didn’t tremble, that’s a win. You’ll take it.

Minho inhales, long and deep against your skin, like he’s savoring your scent, and when he pulls back, the gold in his eyes is newly minted, swirling hot and heavy and wild.

He cocks his head, studying you blankly for a moment, then he scoffs.

“Please.” He leans in close again, caging you in with his arms, and you’re swallowed up in the depths of his heated, scornful gaze. “I can smell it on you.”

And then he catches you off guard by letting his fingers trail across the inside of your thighs, even though they’re covered in material, and you instinctively squeeze them together, because he’s right, beneath your leggings, beneath your underwear, you’re undeniably wet and sticky with want.

Your arousal is palpable.

“So.” Minho continues, gripping your chin in his long, cool fingers, making you meet his gaze, hold it as he slowly drags his tongue across his full lips in an obscenely lewd gesture.

Fuck.

He lets his hand slip down the column of your throat, tracing the divots of your collarbone thoughtfully, agonizingly slowly, before he finally lets his palm rest against your throat, right above your frenzied pulse, his fingers looped around your neck like a choker made of human flesh.

“We have some time before Channie catches Felix. He wanted to draw it out. Sadist.” He chuckles ruefully, darkly, shaking his head, and then glances up at you with a slight smirk, his pupils unimaginably dark, deep, sucking you in.

He arches a dark brow at you, and you’re surprised you’re not panting, drooling, begging at his feet, as a wave of particularly strong amber washes over you, making your knees weak.

He leans in close, and you feel his teeth at your throat.

“How about we explore my other goal a bit-have a little fun-before I ultimately turn you in, kitten, and claim my prize?”

*********

When you both show back up to the waiting car after more than a little amount of suspicious time-Minho looking cockier than ever, twirling your white scrunchie around his wrist as you trail behind him, inconspicuously straightening your clothes-Jisung’s staged and ready for a fight.

Everyone else is already back.

“What the hell took you guys so long?”

Minho places the white scrunchie into Seungmin’s palm and barely spares the annoyed beta a glance.

“Hunting is a skill, Han Jisung.”

Jisung glares. “Yeah, so is evading, but neither of them take that fucking long.”

“Hey, it’s not our fault you got caught first.” You quip back, pushing your hair out of your face with the help of Minho’s own black Predator marker. “Don’t be a sore loser, Sungie.”

He flips you off, and you grin at him innocently in return.

Chan tosses Minho the keys to the car, and the alpha slides into the driver’s seat, starting the car even as Seungmin announces over the roar of the sputtering engine, “That’s it then. I only have white scrunchies. Predators win. Again.” He adds sourly under his breath, pulling Hyunjin into the backseat with him.

“It doesn’t matter who wins.” Chan is saying, like a father teaching a lesson to his petulant children, as he slides into the passenger seat beside Minho. “What matters is that we let the wolves out for a bit to stretch their legs and we all had fun.”

Changbin shoots you a look, mouths, ‘help me’ at you, and forces himself into the backseat beside Hyunjin and Seungmin, pulling Felix onto his waiting lap as he does so.

You sling an arm around Jeongin’s shoulders as everyone finishes piling back into the car, like a group of clowns headed to the circus.

A bunch of sweaty, fulfilled, spent clowns.

“So? How was your first Hide and Seek, Yang Jeongin?”

He glances up at you with eyes impossibly wide, and then his teeth appear as he grins, eyes scrunching.

You feel your heart give out in your chest, and not from all the running.

“That was so cool! I can’t wait to try it sometime!”

Jisung appears out of nowhere at your side, still glowering, scaring the shit out of you as you noticeably jump.

“Fuck.”

Jisung ignores your startled outburst and narrows in on the youngest standing beside you, pointing warningly at him as his fingertip jabs into his narrow chest.

“Just know, the alphas are a big ass bunch of cheaters, and don’t let them convince you otherwise.”

“How in the world did we cheat, Jisung?” Changbin calls out the back window of the packed car, his voice exasperated, though you can’t see him, buried beneath Felix and Hyunjin.

Jisung rolls his eyes and mutters something insulting sounding under his breath, before he stomps off to the other side of the car.

Minho honks the horn and leans out the driver’s side window with a pointed glare in your direction.

“C’mon, you two. Get in the damn car. It smells like a zoo in here.”

You grin and rustle Jeongin’s hair affectionately, and he returns the expression, before he takes your hand and follows you to the car and the overflowing banter from the pack within.

Your pack.

“I call first dibs on the shower when we get back.”

“No way in hell. First caught doesn’t deserve first shower.”

“Fuck you!”

“You could’ve, and you also could’ve fucked Changbin-hyung if you had saved some time and not sucked so much at the game.”

“Please for the love of god, leave me out of this.”

“Pups. Don’t make your father or I come back there.”

“Is Chan-hyung the father in this scenario?”

“Obviously.”

*Deep Sigh* “Oh my god.”

“At least someone got to fuck in this scenario, hm, Minho-hyung and noona?”

“No way, I took a vow of celibacy when I became a nun.”

“Hah. You’re not a nun!......are you?”

“How was it anyway, the woods sex?”

“Someone answer me! I’m freaking out a little bit here!”

*Even Deeper Sigh* “She’s not a nun, Jisung.”

“Oh thank god.”

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rebecca welton x fem!reader

18+ : smut; fingering, v slight dom/sub undertones, office sex

a/n: this is my first ted lasso fic and i feel like it's not that great, it takes a couple attempts for me to get used to writing different characters so sorry if it's shit

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Keeley had been your best friend since you were both young, always making each other laugh and causing chaos wherever you go. And with her job at Richmond you had become a regular at the stadium. You’d grown close with Ted and coach Beard and though you don’t particularly care for football you stuck around, you’d made friends out of the entire team but one person stood out to you from the very first time you visited Keeley at work.

Tall and chic in a power suit, manicured nails clicking at her phone screen as she walked. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, she greeted Keeley in passing on her way to an important meeting, throwing you a polite smile too.

Your best friend made sure to tease you about it for the rest of the day of course, the way you stuttered your words out once Rebecca had strutted past, glancing behind you as she retreated down the corridor. Unbeknownst to you, she too had spared a look backwards before turning a corner, curious at the beautiful woman she’d not seen before.

Your formal introduction was in the VIP box at a home match, it was cold and you could see your breath forming as clouds before your face, your neck was bundled up in a scarf leant to you by Ted and you heard her before you saw her.

A grumble of it being ‘bloody freezing’ as she sat on the seat beside you, perfume smelling like rose and sandalwood as her arm brushed against yours.

“Rebecca, this is Y/N, my best friend.” Keeley introduced with a grin, it was hard not to return the large smile she sported when she turned to you with an outstretched hand.

“Rebecca Welton.” She spoke with her leather gloved hand holding onto yours with eye contact that took your all not to shy away from.

–

So, from that day on it was an unspoken challenge for the both of you to steal at least a glance at every available opportunity. She’d walk the long way round if she knew you were there and you visited Keeley more and more. She wasn’t clueless to the situation, in fact she amusedly observed from afar - her and Sassy had made it the forefront of conversation more than once.

When the four of you shared a drink on a night out the pair would exchange knowing looks at the way sly touches were passed here and there. The lingering of a hand on your arm and an intent interest in each and every word spoken, the giggly laugh she’d let out at something you’d say and how she’d tuck some hair behind her ear with a rare blush.

It was a blessing in disguise when you bumped into Ted one of the mornings and in a cunning act of deception he feigned emergency, one that left him unable to deliver her daily biscuits himself. He passed them to you before hurrying off, directing a thumbs up in Roy and Keeley’s direction (he wouldn’t admit it but the grouchy football coach had grown rather invested in the blooming relationship, though he was furious at the pair of you for being so oblivious).

She called out for you to enter when you knocked at her office door with a surprised yet dazzling smile gracing her lips when you stepped inside.

“Oh, hi, I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Hi, Rebecca.” You smiled, stepping over to her desk. “I ran into Ted and was given the task of biscuit deliverer.”

You placed the pastel pink box in front of her which she immediately opened up and, in an action you knew to be practically unheard of, offered you one.

“Tea?”

From then on, it had been an hour spent in each other’s company at least once a week - a shared highlight, of course. And one mug of tea over conversation on her sofa led to another and another led to her lips claiming yours, the sweetness of the biscuits left behind and a hand cupping your cheek.

One kiss led to two, mornings spent together led to dinner dates and movie nights at her house and everything was perfect. You knew how your friends were still trying to set you up but instead chose to play dumb, feigning ignorance at the obvious hints dropped whilst laughing about it in private.

You’d spent the night apart and you woke up to a good morning text that made you smile, that made you crave her closeness, so you made your regular trip to the stadium, bypassing your usual route to sneak up to your girlfriends office unseen.

“Morning sweetheart.” She greeted as though she somehow knew you’d be walking through her door at any moment, the spoken version of her written message that made your stomach swirl. She pushed her phone aside to give you her full attention as you approached, rounding her desk to her outstretched arms that she was quick to wrap around your waist.

“I missed you last night - and this morning.” You pouted, perching on the edge of her desk with her hands loosely resting on your hips.

“Move in with me then.” She answered so nonchalantly with a shrug, you thought she was joking until she didn’t react to your amused huff of a laugh.

“You’re serious?”

“Well, yeah. My house is really bloody nice, it’s not as if we barely know each other and - correct me if I’m wrong - we seem to have a good thing going here, no?” Always so eloquently prepared with her responses, you couldn’t argue with what she’d said.

“Who knew you were such the romantic?” You teased her to which she rolled her eyes.

“Just say yes so I can kiss my beautiful girlfriend, whom I love, and then christen the house when we get back this evening.”

“Well, when you put it that way.” You laughed, being cut off with her smiling lips claiming yours fervently, rising from her seat to plant her hands on your thighs, instantly inching them upwards in her usual teasing manner. You could taste her morning green tea on her tongue when it licked at your bottom lip, seeking permission which you quickly gave, inviting her into your mouth with a flick of her tongue against yours.

Your hand crept up her back, taking up home on the nape of her neck with your fingers in her hair whilst the other pulled her as close as possible by her hips, grabbing aimlessly onto the material of her shirt in your heated kiss.

Both of you were so lost in each other, so desperate to stay clung to one another that you didn’t care to stop. Rebecca’s hand climbed upwards to palm at your breast beneath your shirt, making you shiver at the soft stroking of her nails along your skin. You felt her smirk against you, always cocky about how easily she could get you to melt into her touch, arching your chest into her hand.

You unbuttoned her shirt just to claim as much skin as you could with your lips trailing over her chest, kisses pressed to the pillowy flesh that spilled out of the top of her lacey black bra and along her perfume scented collarbone. You heard her sigh above you at the way your teeth grazed her skin with a small suck at her pulsepoint, soothing it with a lick as her squeezes to your breasts grew harsher - more desperate.

She was itching to touch you. Just one touch, that’d be enough, but she knew it wasn’t entirely true. Perhaps she shouldn’t be doing this at work but her hands worked against her better judgement, pulling eagerly at the button of your jeans.

“Babe, should we be doing this here?” You breathed, pulling away to lock eyes with her. Her pupils were darkened with lust and her eyelids were hooded with her heavy breaths through pink and swollen lips.

“I need to touch you, darling.” She muttered, inching her hand towards the waistband of your underwear, ghosting her lips over yours. “Let me touch you, I can’t wait until tonight.” Just knowing how much she wanted you made your head spin and you could hardly utter a reply, merely nudging her hand with a nod.

The twitch of the side of her mouth was hungry, a smug knowledge of the way she knew she made you feel. She caught the moan at the back of your throat with her lips urgently slotting with yours again when a curious finger slid through your folds and a sigh of her own sounded in the room at the feeling of your soaked pussy.

Her fingertip flicked over your clit in a way that made your hips buck forwards in a chase of your release, Rebecca took pleasure in watching the way your eyes closed at the feeling, how she saw the movement of your neck when your breath hitched in your throat.

She buried her face in the crook of your neck with open mouthed kisses and bites of her teeth into the skin as she pushed two fingers into your cunt, curling them inside you perfectly with a nudge at your sweet spot that made you whimper.

Her free hand held you close by the back of your head and yours grabbed at her bare waist beneath her shirt just for something to do, to cling to as the coil in your belly grew tighter and tighter by the minute. With each thrust of her digits into you, her thumb rubbed over your aching clit expertly and the only hope for muffling your moans was to occupy your lips with hers.

The kiss was sloppy through your laboured breaths, with Rebecca taking all semblance of control whilst your mind was just a haze, your hips rocking on their own accord and your hands scrunching into fists holding onto the fabric of her shirt.

She could feel you soaking her fingers, dripping down to her knuckles in your arousal. She could tell that you were growing close by the way you were clenching around her and how small grunts of pleasure choked at the back of your throat, trying your hardest to keep quiet at the thumb that was bringing you to orgasm drawing circles around your clit.

“Let go for me, sweetheart.” She whispered and as though your body just followed her command, your legs shook with your thighs trying to clamp around her arm and your senses were flooded with sensual pleasure. You panted against her as she guided you through your orgasm with languid pushes of her fingers into your dripping cunt, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

As if your girlfriend could be even more attractive she seductively raised a glistening finger to her once lip gloss coated lips, pulling it into her mouth with a suck and a hum at the taste of you on her tongue. She licked every last drop of your cum away from her skin as she could, loving the taste and the way you gazed up at her as she did so.

You couldn’t bear another second without her lips on yours so pulled her into you again, instantly getting lost in passion filled pecks and swirls of tongues.

“Holy shit!”

You hadn’t heard the door open behind you, you didn’t know you were caught until the shout from Keeley in the doorway. You stumbled as you jumped down from your seat, rushing to button your jeans whilst Rebecca stood like a sheepish deer in the headlights.

“Oh! We- I- um.”

“Wow, boss, talk about lettin’ loose at the office.” Ted laughed.

If it couldn’t be any worse, your flustered forms had an audience. It was just your luck to pick this day, one where Sassy and Nora were paying a surprise visit and had come across Ted and Keeley in the hallway.

“You dirty bloody dogs.” Sassy exclaimed laughingly; Rebecca’s flushed cheeks only deepened as she cleared her throat and attempted to fix her makeup and your face felt like it was on fire. Oh for the ground to just open up beneath your feet.

“It’s not what it looks like?” You tried in a croaked out voice, one that only earned judging looks from all five other people in the room.

“You’ve been sneaking around behind our backs haven’t you? Knowin’ we were trying our darndest to set this ship sail.” Ted tutted with a playful shake of his head. But of course your best friend was much less polite with her response.

“Alright, out with it. Give us all the details of your filthy sex life.”

#rebecca welton #rebecca welton x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #hannah waddingham

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The Appeal of Broken Things

Summary: Kyogai finds his solitary existence disrupted by a mysterious visitor who leaves behind heartfelt gifts and whispered words that echo through his ancient halls. Now he must decide between gaining back his rank or mulling the possibility of opening up to someone for the first time in centuries.

A/N: I thought it'd be fucking cute if Kyogai exchanged letters with a human, with his emotions spiraling into chaos as he starts developing feelings. Hence, this piece was born! Inspired by a human!Kyogai character sheet!!

WARNINGS: 18+ ❦ Eventual smut ❦ sick!reader ❦ artistic couple dynamic ❦ Dark romance ❦ Canon typical violence ❦ minor original characters because reader needs friends ❦ Part 1/3 ❦ AO3

III

The scent of human flesh fills his lungs. Someone has trespassed on his property yet again. Kyogai takes a deep breath. Well, at least this time it's not a total waste: it's a marechi. The blood scent becomes stronger as the drum demon moves through the hall. Sweet bordering on cloying, far too strong. Such a quality ought to be equivalent to devouring more than a hundred, no, even two hundred humans' worth.

When he steps into the room, he catches a glimpse of the marechi running away from his house through the sliding door she left ajar. Kyogai is about to jump after her when he notices the bunch of papers on the floor.

His sharp, demonic eyes scrutinize them: it is one of his stories. Shocked, Kyogai realizes there's a small note alongside it, written with paper from his desk and old ink. He picks it up, holding it carefully between black, pointy nails.

“Your story lightened my night like the fireflies at the river, glowing on my way home. Thank you."

That is enough to freeze him in place. When was the last time someone said something nearly kind about his writing? Perhaps more than two lifetimes. He stands there, staring at the note in astonishment for an instant before setting his sight on the forest, where he can still see her silhouette running in the distance.

Only half a heartbeat. That's all he needs to engulf her. However, for some reason beyond his comprehension, Kyogai lets her go. He looks at the little note again and rereads it. What- what did she mean by that?

It isn't until two weeks later that the same scent hits his nose. It comes again from the old writing room. Kyogai arrives in a drumbeat. The human hasn't entered his house, but he can see her silhouette through the thin paper of the sliding door as she opens it, casting a string of sunlight across the dark room. Kyogai holds his breath. Unsure of what to do, he remains as still as he can, bent in the darkest corner.

Falteringly, she sneaks a box wrapped in a handkerchief and places it on the floor. It has a red rose attached to it by a knot on the top. Her hand trembles slightly as she quickly pulls away. She moves afar, slower this time, staggering over the grass for what he can hear. Was she wounded? Kyogai cocks his head, senses attuned. Nothing smelled like spilled blood. Marechi blood—a fortune's worth.

His gaze descends upon the box, curiosity piqued, yet, he can only stare at it. Could this be a trap from Demon Slayers? It's a more likely possibility than a stranger simply being kind to someone they've never met.

Your story lightened my night like the fireflies at the river.

With a knot in his stomach, he motions forward. His sharp nails undo the top knot. Before opening the box, Kyogai contemplates the red rose between his fingers as if it’s something that shouldn’t exist there, and a sense inside him warns that such a delicate thing should never be meant for someone like him.

The bento box contains a few rice balls, wrapped in thick, green leaves and a few papers with beautiful illustrations of– Kyogai’s breath runs short: It’s his tale. These are illustrations from a story he wrote back in his human days. There’s a note attached to them.

“Your story inspired me to draw again! I hadn’t read something so touching in a while. I loved every bit of it. If it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, could I read more of your work?

If your answer is yes, please put the story inside this box and leave it in front of the lateral door that I so rudely invaded that rainy day, and today. A friend of mine is a lumberjack by profession and works in the area. He will pass on our messages, since due to a certain physical condition it is difficult for me to go myself so often.

I say goodbye for now, grateful and waiting for your thoughtful response.”

The letter ends with a signature of her name, and Kyogai's breath runs so short he nearly chokes. A tickle takes over his chest. This is beyond absurd, he knows it and still- still his blood swirls in his stomach like it hasn’t done in centuries.

III

The drum demon has read the letter so many times that he unintentionally learned it by heart. His whole body flutters when a male human walks around the area, looking for a box that's never been there, not even once, and yet, he doesn't stop coming around. She must insist, Kyogai supposes. She must press for the man to keep returning, yearning as much as he does. But fear spreads through his veins faster than fondness, and he worries she'll hate the next thing she reads.

Kyogai notices miserably how much this short interaction means to him, to the extent that he's doing everything within his power to keep it from crumbling. Pathetic. Just as Muzan thinks of him. Just as his editor thought of him. Just as he is: disappointing, and unworthy.

His nails dig into his palms as he stands in his writing room, drawing blood. With a final glance at the dying rose over the desk, Kyogai calls himself back to reality. He ought to stop wasting time on this. He needs to be stronger. Wasn't his wish to once again belong to the demonic moon corps? Hurry, hurry, hurry. He needs to devour this Marechi the next time she comes around. This dream of writing is trash.

Your story inspired me to draw again!

Trash?

I hadn’t read something so touching in a while.

No.

The editor was mistaken, it wasn’t trash; at least not to her. The following morning, he watches from a safe spot in the dark halls of his house as the lumberjack takes the box with two stories for her.

III

"I liked your illustrations. The colors are accurate," you read.

The box rests on the futon beside you, open, with wild flowers peeking out on top of a bunch of handwritten papers.

“Wow, truly a writer worthy of admiration,” your friend Ren retorts, scoffing.

You gape, furrowing your brows, offended. “Shut up, he must be nervous.”

Ren gives you a teasing glance. “Right. Because you know him from reading his tales.”

"Of course! That's how I knew you were a rough, big-headed twink. The wood you bring has splintered edges. It's called deducing," you tell him, grinning. “Besides, you assured me that you would pass by without disturbing him, didn't you, Ren?”

“I did.”

You pull out the flowers before taking a deep breath of them, enjoying the aroma. “Mmm, see? No reason why he would be upset.”

“So nervous it is. Awkward maybe?” he adds, gazing at the small bouquet carefully put together.

You smile. “Yeah, that too.”

III

Kyogai contains the urge to throw himself into the side room as soon as the lumberjack's scent becomes present. The sun casts his shadow over the door as he approaches to place the box in front of it. Then, steps back, shielded by the morning rays as he runs back towards the forest. As soon as his scent dissipates slightly, Kyogai slides the door to retrieve the box, uncaring about the sun scorching his hands.

This time the illustrations are larger. Equally beautiful, delicate, and harmonious. The paper still retains some hints of her sweet fragrance. Sadly, the note accompanying them this time is a bit less extensive:

"My illustrations are only accurate because you do a great job of storytelling. I loved both stories, as much as the flowers. Thank you very much for trusting me to share your writings. The two drawings I sent try to summarize the story to provide a general idea of what they’re about. Do you like them? If so, it would be an honor if you decide to include them at the time of their publication.

I hope to hear from you soon, with affection,"

With affection, she wrote right before her name. With affection. For him? Kyogai’s stomach jumped. Demons don't have a beating heart, yet, he could swear his fluttered a beat. His writing has finally been recognized! Excited about that, and dizzy on the bits of her scent on the paper, he writes back.

III

"I wouldn't think of publishing them. I tried before, but they weren't well received. My editor said they lacked beauty and fragility. Time after time. I believed it for a while, so I preferred to stop trying... at least until now. I think you may have brought me hope.

P.S. I am glad you liked the flowers."

“Well, that’s something.” Ren says after you finish reading.

“Yes, something nice! And he sent more, look!”

You hold them in front of his face. He barely has a chance to take a look before you drive them to your nose, with a foolish smile on your face. “Oh, Ren, I want to meet him! Do you think it’s right for me to invite him over? Is it too soon? Do you think he’ll think I’m too daring?”

Ren laughed shortly, whole-heartedly. “Hey, take it easy. You don’t even know his name yet. Besides, your feet… they've been aching these days haven't they?”

Your gaze falls. “I’ve been feeling better. And I can ask his name on the next exchange of messages.” you retort.

Ren grimaces, “I don’t know… you’ve refused to consider all your mother’s suggestions on other prospects, and suddenly you want to give the first step for a man you’ve never seen?”

You take a deep breath, head falling back as you attempt to speak your mind correctly.

“I thought I was young enough to live a life of my own first. But now I’m already too old to be unmarried, and I haven’t received any proposals, not even for a date in a whole year. No one wants an old, malfunctioning woman as a wife,” you muttered.

Ren winced, struggling to phrase something comforting.

“I might not find a good prospect before my youth fades. I’m becoming a burden to my parents… but now, I have found someone who likes my art, and hasn’t said it's unfitting or nonsense, not even once. And he has sent flowers, twice!” You reach for his hand, tenderly taking it between yours. “Please support me on this.”

He squeezes your hand back, sighing. “We should buy a present for him. I shall deliver it along with your next letter. Some writing aid, maybe?”

You smile from ear to ear. “You’re my best friend, Ren! Thank you!”

III

It’s almost sunset when Kyogai smells the lumberjack at his door. This time, instead of leaving the box outside, he knocks. Kyogai tenses. He doesn’t respond. The human knocks again. Under different circumstances, the drum demon would not have hesitated to kill him for daring to disturb his home, for invading his territory. However, this time, Kyogai only listens.

"Sir, are you home?"

He remains silent. The human smells a little like her. That, for some reason, irritates him.

"I'll leave this here, with your permission."

Once the human leaves, he retrieves the box. Upon opening it, he finds a fairly large inkwell, as well as a new brush. He examines it with delicious surprise before opening the letter.

"Clearly, that editor lacked good judgment! I mustn't take the credit, however. It's not my opinion what makes you worthy, but yourself alone. Perhaps with time you'll gather the confidence to try again. I think it would be an excellent idea! Hope this little present is of help.

By the way, you know my name, but I don't know yours. I would love for you to tell me in person, if requesting such a thing isn’t unacceptable in your eyes. Would you like to come for tea tomorrow?

affectionately,"

Below her name was the detailed address of the house. His insides twisted and turned, devouring one another.

III

"The box is here," Ren's voice reaches you suddenly, hurried and agitated. "I didn't go get it, but it's here!"

He reaches where you are cutting vegetables, almost slipping. Behind him, his wife enters, with one hand on her belly and the other holding Teruco, their youngest of three children, soon to be four.

"Auntie, auntie," Ren's two children affectionately chirp. They come in right behind their mother. "Is it true you're going to get engaged soon?"

You can't evade the blush that quickly rises to your face. You look at your friend with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, the word got out," he says, shrugging.

You look at the little ones with a smile. "If all goes well, maybe so. But keep it a secret, I don't want to scare him off before he even has a chance to come."

They exchange an amused glance.

"Now go play, and don't get into trouble. Your mother has enough with the baby on the way," you turn to her, "Hello, Saya. You didn't have to walk all the way here, I could have passed by your home."

"Don't be silly, we had to know the truth. You know how Ren is with gossip," she says, sitting down with her husband's help.

The man grimaces. They both laugh. Little Truco runs to catch up with her brothers.

"So, will you see him for the first time today?" Saya asks, once seated and comfortable.

"I hope so. I sent an invitation but-"

"You already have a response, or at least you should," says your friend, who pulls the box from inside his Yukata. "That's what I was trying to tell you. It was at the door! He must have brought it this time."

Your heart skips a beat. If he only sent the box, it couldn't be good. You take it with both hands before sitting down. The wood feels damp, and upon removing the lid, there are no flowers inside. Oh no. Maybe he saw you through the window and got discouraged. A lump forms in your throat, anticipating rejection.

After a deep breath, you read aloud:

"You are too kind. Although I appreciate the invitation, and I would like to attend, I will not be able to do so. I also suffer from a physical condition. It is a rare and not very pleasant disease to look at. Additionally, tea hurts me, as do some other foods. However, I would like to keep in touch, if that's okay with you.

Warm regards, Kyogai."

Your sigh is so heavy it's hard to let it out. An uncomfortable silence falls over the table.

"Why don't you go see him?" Saya probes. "They say love can blossom at first sight."

"Yes, it's true! I can lend you my horse."

"I don't know... Would it be proper to go without a chaperone? I don't know many people here to confide in, and I can't ask it of you, not with the baby's birth so near. Besides, what if he doesn't want to see me? I don't want to make him uncomfortable."

Ren looks away. His wife reaches out across the table to grasp your hand.

"Go. The chaperone thing doesn't matter. He'll probably prefer it that way. Besides, you can trust that we'll protect your reputation if anyone tries to start any negative rumors."

You squeeze her hand back. Your eyes well up. "Thank you."

III

"I don't think I could find you unpleasant even if I tried. I think you understand me well, and I think I can come to understand you too. I'll come to visit you soon. We can talk about whatever comes to mind! I'm very excited to meet you,

affectionately,"

There is a rose in the box again. He takes it as gently as he can. It has been a long time since Kyogai ceased being a human, but have women always been this bold? It doesn’t matter. The only remarkable thing here is that she seems determined to force her way into his world.

A decision needs to be made. Killing her would suffice to stop whatever nonsense this small affair has been. If a couple of letters not longer than a page can be called that. Letting her in... letting her in would mean that he’s a weak demon. Unworthy of the rank Muzan ripped him off, and he’ll have to hide from her sight, and be careful she doesn’t wander around too much. And surely she’ll ask for more of his work to read, and Kyogai doesn’t have anything interesting stored anymore.

Letting her in would mean she’d surely come around once, twice, and thrice again. Her scent would float around, brushing his nose with that exquisite fragrance of hers. And she’ll say something gentle and encouraging. And maybe, they’ll read to one another some of the books he hasn’t touched in decades. And perhaps, the drum house would become a bit warmer. And-

He stops. Shaking his head as he clenches his jaw. Shit, shit, shit. He shouldn’t want such a thing so bad.

#kny #kny kyogai #kny headcanons #kny fanfic #kny x reader #twelve kizuki #twelve demon moons #demon slayer #demon moons #kimetsu no yaiba #kny demon moons #12 kizuki #demon x human #kyogai #drum demon #tanjiro kamado #zenitsu agatsuma

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☽◯☾ let the moon settle you ☽◯☾

chapter 3

pairing : finnick odair x black fem!reader

warnings : mention of alcoholism

District 11 - [17-19] - Moon (Victors’ Village)

In the days that followed, you found yourself stuck at home.

Even if your world was paused, everything around you kept moving forward.

It must’ve been 2 or 3 PM when you woke up to the sound of breaking glass and shuffling for afar disturbing your sleep.

Stepping out of bed, walking through the corridor, you made your way to the living room.

With a racing heart, you rushed in the kitchen to investigate, finding your mom amidst a mess of shattered glass, her hands shaking as she tries to clean it up.

"What happened?" you ask, concern evident in your voice as you join her.

Shame fills her eyes as she struggles to contain the chaos, the shards of glass cutting her hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." she stammers, her voice trembling with exasperation.

Noticing the blood trickling from her wounds, you act quickly, guiding her away from the broken glass and gently tending to her injuries. Carefully, you step out and walk away from the mess to go sit on the couch. As you take a look at her hands, you can smell it.

The scent is everywhere, filling the room, crashing through the air.

Maybe you’re not sure, or you don’t wanna admit it to yourself.

But, the thing is, you’ve already faced this too many times to doubt it.

In the street, the whole District, with your dad.

And especially with Chaff.

She was drunk.

"Let me see" you say softly, unfolding her clenched hand.

As you analyze the damages, you can’t help but exhale at the sight

You finish cleaning her wounds, the sharp scent of alcohol lingers in the air, mingling with the antiseptic. With a sigh, you glance at the clock on the wall.

"It's 10 in the morning, Mom. That's really nice," you remark, your tone full with irony.

Still slightly dazed, she shoots you a snappy retort. "No need to be a little shit," she mutters, her words slurred.

Standing up from where you were crouched beside her, you can't help but feel a mixture of frustration and concern.

"What were you trying to do, anyway?" you ask with a huff,, your voice tinged with worry.

Your mother pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as if trying to decipher your intentions.

"I was just trying to clean up," she says, her voice dripping with false innocence.

You scoff, not buying her act for a second.

"Cleaning up with a bottle at 10 in the morning? Really setting the bar high, Mom," you reply, your words laced with thinly veiled sarcasm.

She bristles at your remark, her facade slipping for a moment to reveal the simmering anger beneath.

"I don't need judgment, especially from you" she snaps, her tone sharp and defensive.

You roll your eyes, unimpressed by her attempt to deflect blame.

"Of course not, because you're doing such a stellar job on your own," you retort, your voice heavy with disdain.

"What were you really trying to do, Mom?" you ask, your tone softening slightly as you cautiously approach her.

Her eyes flash with indignation, refusing to show any vulnerability.

" Cleaning, just like I said ," she says, her voice tinged with defiance.

You sigh, knowing better than to expect a straight answer from her.

"Well, mission accomplished," you mutter under your breath, unable to hide the bitterness in your voice.

There's a tense silence between you, the air heavy with unspoken resentment.

"I know I messed up" she finally admits, her voice tinged with a hint of regret.

You resist the urge to scoff at her feeble attempt at remorse.

"Yeah, no shit Mom," you spit, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you turn away, unable to bear the weight of her presence any longer.

District 4 - [17-19] - Finnick (Victors’ Village)

As Finnick emerged from the cool embrace of the ocean, his bronzed skin glistening with saltwater, he noticed an old fisherman sitting on the weathered dock nearby. With a friendly smile, he approached the man, drawn to the familiar scent of the sea that clung to his weather-beaten clothes.

"Beautiful day for a swim, isn't it?" Finnick remarked, his voice carrying the easy confidence of someone who had spent their life on the water.

The fisherman looked up, a weathered grin spreading across his face at the sight of the victor.

"Aye, that it is," he replied, nodding towards the shimmering expanse of the ocean. "Nothing like the sea to clear the mind and soothe the soul."

Finnick nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting out towards the horizon where the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the water.

"It's like coming home," he mused, the nostalgia evident in his voice.

The old man chuckled knowingly, his eyes twinkling with a wisdom born of years spent at sea.

"Aye, there's no place quite like it," he said, casting his line out into the water with practiced ease.

As the conversation ebbed and flowed like the tide, Todd's weathered eyes wandered over Finnick, lingering on the subtle hints of luxury that clung to his attire.

"You’ve been wandering around there for a while, haven't you?" he remarked, his tone casual but observant.

Finnick nodded, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"You could say that," he replied, his gaze drifting out towards the distant horizon.

"I spend some time in the Capitol from time to time."

Raising an eyebrow, Todd’s curiosity piqued.

"Ah, the Capitol," he mused, his tone tinged with a mixture of reverence and skepticism. "A world unto itself, they say."

Finnick chuckled softly, a hint of melancholy in his laughter.

"That it is," he agreed, his mind drifting back to the glittering halls and lavish parties of the Capitol elite.

"But sometimes, even the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows."

The fisherman nodded in understanding, his expression thoughtful.

"Aye, that they do," he said, his gaze lingering on Finnick for a moment longer before returning to the gentle sway of the waves.

He nodded knowingly, his gaze drifting back to Finnick.

“You’ve been on the screens a fair bit lately,” he observed, his tone neutral but perceptive. “Seems like you’re a regular fixture in the Capitol.”

Finnick’s smile waned, a pang of regret echoing in his heart.

“It’s… part of the job,” he admitted reluctantly, the weight of Snow’s expectations pressing down on him like an anchor. “But sometimes, I wonder if it’s worth it.”

They sat in companionable silence, the weight of unspoken truths hung heavy in the air.

No matter how far he roamed, Finnick couldn’t help but feel a twinge of interrogation deep within him. Despite years passing, Snow’s grip on his life still felt as tight as ever. He wondered if he would ever truly be free from the clutches of the Capitol, or if Snow would always hold a piece of his youth captive.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, he realized that even in the company of the sea and the camaraderie of kindred spirits, it was time to go home.

Finnick reluctantly tore himself away from the beach and made his way back home, his footsteps heavy with the weight of his thoughts.

Finnick’s footsteps echoed softly against the wooden planks of Four’s docks as he made his way towards the shoreline.

The salty breeze tousled his hair, carrying with it the familiar scent of the ocean that never failed to soothe his restless soul. Today, however, even the calming embrace of the sea wasn’t enough to ease the worry that gnawed at his heart.

Upon his arrival, he found Mags, the elderly woman, a winner herself who had taken him under her wing after his victory in the Games, sitting in front of the television.

“Mags,” Finnick greeted her with a warm smile, though the concern in his eyes betrayed his attempt at nonchalance.

Mags replied silently by returning his smile with a knowing look. She could see the turmoil that churned beneath his calm exterior, the worry that etched lines into his youthful face.

Setting bags full of fresh fishes that Todd caught earlier today on the table he notices the activity on the screen.

Finnick joined her in front of the television, his gaze fixed on the screen as the Capitol’s channel aired a recap of your interview following your victory in the Games.

He watched intently, his heart aching at the sight of you, knowing that you bore burdens far heavier than any tribute should.

As the interview came to an end, Finnick couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled over him. And though he was miles away, he vowed to do whatever it took to ensure that she found the peace and happiness she deserved.

With a heavy sigh, Finnick turned away from the television, his mind already racing with plans to reach out to you.

But before he could gather his thoughts, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Mags, gesturing towards a piece of paper in her hand.

With a curious expression, Finnick took the paper from her. And just like the teenager that he was, his heart was racing as he ran in his room under the smiling gaze of the elderly woman and he unfolded it.

(not proofread again im so sorry hdjsissisjsj)

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⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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⭑ The fae like to watch the human world. Laughing over their merry follies and ridiculous customs.

⭑ And you had watched Lancelot from afar; his bravery, his nobility. It was starkly different from the other men you had seen but also encountered.

⭑ You were forbidden to enter the realm of the humans.

⭑ Being fae, you’re more of a hot-blooded, bold and blunt person. Grace isn’t in your language, and kindness feels like a foreign subject.

⭑ You saw Lancelot get in and out of trouble for months. But with the rising discourse in Camelot, the fear of Morgana and the rumors milling about the kingdoms, you knew you couldn’t sit by for much longer.

⭑ There was a pull in your stomach, and without thinking, you had jumped into action. Your powers were unique; you weren’t a sorcerer but knew much of magic.

⭑ You saved the Knights, but you did it all for Lancelot.

⭑ Merlin knows what you truly are; he figured it out quite quickly.

⭑ And you tell Lancelot before your wedding. He’s shocked. He thought the fae were a myth, or were little blue creatures that caused trouble.

“I mean, I can change how I look...” Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“If you want to, you’re beautiful no matter what colour you are. Although I think you would stand out in a crowd. Actually, it would make it easier to find you-”

⭑ Percival is like your big, little brother. You constantly tease him.

⭑ Oh, you are such good friends with Gwaine. There is so much chaos and trouble when the two of you are around.

⭑ Guinevere finds you very intriguing but is a bit wary about you at the beginning. She thinks you’re up to something. But over time she starts to trust you, and you guys have a really strong bond. She can count on you for the truth.

⭑ He absolutely ADORES calling you his wife. That’s your pet name, ‘My Wife.’

⭑ Being married in secret, and one day the Knights notice the gold band on both of your married fingers and they absolutely LOSE IT.

“WHY WEREN’T WE THERE?!” Gwaine would whine, giving you major puppy dog eyes.

“We didn’t want it to be a big event!” You retorted, patting him on the shoulder.

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Mutual Pining (neither knowing that the other has feelings.)

✧ Precious Cinnamon Roll + Hot-head (and you’re the hot head...)

“Y/N, it’s alright.”

“Is it though?!”

✧ Stable, Grounded Bodyguard + Absolute Terror

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Lancelot treats you like a queen. Always asks for your permission and if he’s touching you in the right places.

⭑ He likes to be dominated and will do whatever you command him to

⭑ Lancelot would definitely be up for pegging too

⭑ He likes it when you bite his earlobe

⭑ His moans are glorious, they’re your favourite noise

⭑ Lancelot likes it when you ride him, cowgirl is his favourite position

⭑ And he definitely has a breeding kink

⭑ I think Lancelot has pushed down his desire for a long time. And when you guys finally get to have sex, he completely lets lose.

⭑ He is very big on aftercare. Even though no one taught him, and overhearing other men, they had never brought such a word up. Lancelot knew that what happened after sex was just as important.

⭑ His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. He loves it when you lay your head underneath his chin. He loves the smell of your hair.

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Feel Good Inc

Ethan receives some unexpected advice from an unexpected someone on Valentine's Day which causes him to shift his perspective a little.

Featuring: Jane Fletcher and her ragtag merry-making friends, Ethan Ramsey from Open Heart

Mentions of prescription drug usage. Teen and Up Audiences (17+)

Post Hospital Attack, Book 2

WC: 2k

Submitting for @choicesficwriterscreations 's Valentine's Day - '23

It was somewhat of an ethereal feeling. Jane was at peace with herself; comfortable, thriving and quite possibly, retired if she looked too close. There were hearts in front of her eyes and they bloomed, literally; all the pink and orange flushing and retracting and the hollow sound of music in the background and a smell of perfume and sweat made it even better. Vaguely, she could even smell incense if she stuck her nose out and observed the chaos from afar.

There were people in front of her, discussing everything with overflowing pots of green, red and dark brown; likely travelling adventurers in a dingy tavern. The dim lighting made it hard for her to see and incredibly sensitive to everything else and Jane was certain the entire room was titled at an odd angle.

The only upside being, of course, the irking pain in her stomach was gone. Or lungs. Or chest. Somewhere. It was gone and she couldn't be more happier, swimming in a pool of ethereal solitude and perhaps, if she managed to listen closely - past the adventurers having their raggedy conversations, she could hear a choir of Angels sing. A choir of Angels, yes. They were so good, so unabashedly themselves and at the same time, possessing a voice that could only rival the Gods of singing themselves.

All the clinking, all the talking - it was all just fuzzy noise to her ears. Jane was a lot more interested in the floating hearts at the top and something bobbing at her, up and down. Next to her was a friend, clearly and they were holding her hand. For a long time, Jane's brain stopped entirely, with time moving so slow she could count the seconds passing by.

And when she smiled, she was happy. She meant it.

***

Donahue's was packed that Valentine's Day.

"Still baked?" Bryce chuckled, as he brought Sienna drinks. "Got you your orange soda vodka. Or something. I don't really get how they can just add a bunch of fruit syrup and call it a drink."

"Because it is that good! And we forgive them for it." Sienna said, taking a long sip of her drink. She turned to her right. "You okay, pal?"

"Too -- bright-- ngh-" Jane put her head down.

"Poor thing." Sienna shook her head. "Anxiety can be such a pain. And also, can we ask these -- karaoke people to turn it down a notch?"

"They're drunk and having a good time."

"They're our friends."

"Exactly. And if we get it on video, it would be even more awesome."

"You're sick. Let's do it."

Across the bar, Jackie, Elijah and Aurora had their arms around each other surrounding a poor microphone. All three of them had enough drinks for a lifetime and they were making a complete fool of themselves. And naturally, Sienna and Bryce just had to take a video of it.

You didn't get many opportunities to see Aurora and Jackie out of all of them, letting absolutely loose. It was equally wild to see Elijah - a generally quiet and wholesome human being, belt out to explicit song lyrics and hit the high notes with such enthusiasm that he was clearly missing all the other things, like say, stay on the beat for instance.

Valentine's Day was a lot more fun with friends and especially fun if one half of them is too drunk to function, one sixth of them is too high to even move and one third of them sought out pleasure from video-taping them all and showing off their high alcohol tolerance.

And just to throw a massive wrench in their plans, because life really liked that sort of thing, the doors opened and in squeezed (past the crowds of sweaty people dancing) a very dishevelled Ethan Ramsey - colleague to some, boss to others and probably one of the most frightening people to walk the Earth.

"What can I get you, bud?" Reggie asked him. "We're all out of your scotch, by the way."

"I'll take a ginger ale, then."

"All right. Not in the mood for drinking?"

"I've got to drive back home."

"Well if you're the designated driver, you better control your rag-tag team hogging the karaoke machine. The people are upset." Reggie chuckled. "Like the decor?"

"An overly excessive amount of heart-shaped balloons. What's not to like? You didn't miss a spot at all."

"You seem oddly cheerful, Doc. Let me guess, you're meeting someone."

Reggie handed him the tall glass of ginger ale.

"Just -- a person."

"A person? Hm."

"It's nothing. Nothing. I believe they're running late."

"Well, if I ever see a person somewhere, I'll send them over."

***

Jane's limbs were more relaxed than anything else. Her tall stature coiled around the table; a happy and content snake. All her anxieties faded away for just a minute. Death, the slow passage of time, the beeping of the hospital monitors… it was all just but a faded thought; an irking memory like the balloons of red and green floating above her head, dispersing a wide array of even more colours. Whatever happened, for the last month or so, it was nothing. It felt like nothing. No cold sweats, no filled-up stomach - in fact, she was hungry.

The adventurers all turned into happy people. Happy people with happy faces and their normal expressions twisted and distorted to look like they smiled so much. Her jaws hurt from just looking up and for the first time ever, she learned what love and joy felt like. Comfort. Copious amounts of it.

Her heart didn't race fifteen thousand kilometres a second and her body didn't throw itself out of bed everyday. Instead, the slow voices slowed down. They were almost tuned out; all the incessant chattering, upsetting people talking about upsetting things, all the praises, the sounds and tears - it felt great. A feeling so hollow she didn't want it to go away.

"Janeeeeee--" someone called her name. She squinted her eyes at the light and looked, but was somehow a little unresponsive. She nodded, giving him a slight hum. It was a him.

Ah. Life. For a moment, Jane learned to let go of her stress. There was nothing holding her back; just her and the wondrous world with no barrier between.

***

"Jane, are you quite all right?" Ethan asked, "Is it the prescription drugs?"

"Mm-hghhh--" she said.

"You should get home," he said.

"Nuh-- 's fine -- better than anythinnggg"

Ethan wasn't sure what she was referring to.

"Colours-- aren't they pretty?"

"They're very pretty, yes. How long has it been?"

"A -- couple of minus. Minutes- minuten, Minutae. Latin. I learned Latin at school -- cuz it was -- the -- y'know, in the history books and d'you know that there was a library in-- Alex-- Alexa -- Alexandria, that burned down?"

It is likely she was past her first hour upon consumption. Still, it baffled Ethan that her friends would bring her here. Or maybe, she insisted. Perhaps she was so tuned to it that nothing surprised her anymore. That she was willing to take risks just so she didn't have to ruin people's Valentine's Day. At least, he could only gather so much inference at face value.

Maybe he could keep her company.

"-- why are you -- doing? Existence…"

"Well, I'm waiting for someone."

"Ahh-- a friend. Amica. Vriend. Ami…"

"Though I believe she isn't going to come. It is a tad bit late."

"Yes -- late--"

"-- she was this person I was introduced to, when we both met at a conference. She expressed interest and I accepted it. She's in Boston for a while and she said she'd show up for a quick bite to eat and chat. How -- wickedly coincidental that the timelines overlapped to the most wretched holiday on Earth? Valentine's Day--" he scoffed, while simultaneously info-dumping on her..

"Sha-ba-da-ca feel good-- hmm hmm hmm."

"And maybe it was a mistake. Our relationship was strictly professional, until a fateful night at the balcony of our living quarters. I should've said no, but it is this irking temptation to do a thing. Feeling something new."

"Feeling new- I get that, hm hm. Totally validzhh-- valid yes."

"Perhaps I should've stopped it then and there. Clearly it was a short-lived one-night thing. Neither of us spoke the next morning and only days later on the plane, did we bring it up to each other. . ."

Jane was clearly not paying attention to anything he was saying. In fact, speech became distorted, slowly blending in with the other noises. What she could hear were her own thoughts. It was almost as if she had an internal echo in her head - sort of conjoining two absolutely dissimilar things together. Chessboard. Rotating planes. Ten-foot tall statues. The Cambrian Explosion. Proportionality constants. Graphic templates. Scarlet hair. Red.. lots and lots of red..

Delirium was blissful.

And then, it hit her out of nowhere.

"Nobody exists."

She looked around. What do you mean?

"Nobody truly exists if you think about it.. thermo-setting plastics, pilgrimages to Benares.."

She observed her own hands, all jiggly and almost fluid. It has to wear off, it must be wearing off..

The glass on her table that was sparkly and yellow was almost taunting her. The bubbles slowly evaporating, in the most excruciating painful way. Her head spun, limbs simultaneously weak and strong - weak enough to fracture under a small impact and yet strong enough to lift the whole table off.

The Angelic choir had stopped. Panic overwhelmed her, but it simply wasn't enough to put her mind in overdrive. Though the words were clear and the objects were significantly saturated, she could feel everything around her change. As if the world was a messy blurb of an apocalypse, with grey undertones sometimes sticking out like zaps of lightning.

What is love?

What were these people truly celebrating? Who were these Vikings who clinked their drinks? Who were those juvenile teens that kissed each other - they could also be eating each other's faces and practicing discreet cannibalism. Why did it drive people nuts? And most importantly, why was the strange man in front of her crying, pouring his heart out about a woman who'd stood him up? It all felt so strange - all the mixed up feeling of home, loss, grief - blurring into something so unspeakably demonic that even Satan would think twice about unleashing it onto a pile of humans.

Jane couldn't help but continue eating the pack of peanuts on the table. Every swallow hurt her throat; as if a part of her existed in that peanut that was swallowed - a choking feeling taking her over. But she couldn't stop eating. It was a new kind of hunger.

Do these people feel hungry for love the same way I do with these peas?

". . Anyway, I--"

"Oh hello, Doctor Ramsey! Lovely surprise!"

"Erm, yes. I'm just taking my leave. It is late, isn't it?"

"Whaddaya mean, iz - only like.. three?" Elijah sniffed at the clock.

"He's going to need one hell of a spinach milkshake." Ethan joked, an attempt at getting along with Jane's friends. "It's twelve, Elijah."

"Twelve? That's funny--"

"Well, if you can excuse us, we're going to have to lug four people back home." Bryce said, throwing Jackie's left arm around him and supporting Aurora with his right. Sienna helped Elijah with his wheelchair, ready to carry on Jane's lanky weight as well.

"You're hardly in any shape to do this - maybe I should help--"

"Oh no Doctor Ramsey, it is perfectly fine! We'll just have to get a taxi and--"

"I've got my car right here--"

"Maybe you can help us deal with Jane?" Bryce let out a little chuckle. "I can get these three back home. If that's all right?"

Of course, it was too much to expect from a cab to house all six of them inside.

"Oh -- of course. No trouble at all."

***

There was a mild difference between taking three drunk medical residents and one unnervingly quiet Jane. Because being loud didn't concern Ethan. He'd seen his fair share of uncomfortable people, but knowing that they were loud couple of people made it easy for him to deal with it.

There was something dangerously frightening about a really really quiet doctor, seatbelted right next to him as he drove across the streets of Boston. It was akin to a horror movie concept, where you had the central protagonist expecting nothing, just driving through the night under the streetlights with a date on Valentine's Day, except that date is a murderous serial killer who'd chop his body up into pieces, stuff him in the car and make it straight for the border.

Except Jane wasn't that frightening. At least to her. She had her cheek pressed to the window, watching the streetlights with pure awe and the little accentuated shops that made it all worth it. The hearts followed her everywhere - sort of hovering above her like a cartoon character.

"I can't believe it." Ethan made a half-hearted attempt at a conversation. "I thought -- y'know there'd be something out there.. well, that's how it is, you see."

"You're disappointed because you missed out on an opportunity with someone who is definitely good-looking and now this is going straight into your self-doubt and further putting your confidence in jeopardy. You believe you deserve nice things, but at the same time, willing to begrudgingly accept whatever that is presented to you. However you firmly want nice things. Food and wine. A beautiful person, at the very least. Some celebration, because that's how you know you're going to get out of this hellhole. You try fixing it with expensive top-shelf wine and cheese and other fancy-pants -- fancy-pants but nothing can truly solve it until you differentiate between what matters to you and what everyone else thinks should matter to you."

Ethan was speechless for a moment. He turned around, but Jane had turned around to watch a butcher shop that had just passed by.

"Sorry -- I think I'm -- sort of getting -- a bit -- normal-- forgive me--"

"What -- do you exactly mean by what "everyone else thinks should matter to me"?"

"I think you already know the answer and you're just -- eh, oh look - that's the bookshop from Alexandria, right? Yknow the one that burned down a couple of weeks ago. Tch. Shows a lot about how society just ends up burning a bunch of books in retaliation and blarughhh---"

Jane sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her wrist.

"Am I -- here?"

"Yes, you are here. Just sleep it off?"

"Yeah, yeah -- that's what the doctor ordered. Yknow, because I am a doctor. Ha. No. There's this psych guy --" and that was the end of the sentence.

Ethan parked along the side of the pavement for her to get down from the vehicle. Jane gave him a dazed salute, took his hands in hers and made some sort of an enclosed fist with it. She shook it; a tight smile here and another nod there, unbuckled her seatbelt and went on her own way.

Differentiate between what matters to you and what everyone else thinks should matter to you was arguably, a powerful sentence. Something that was so sentient, philosophical and true and at the same time, something that was straight out of a colleague of his, who was on prescription marijuana, which was equally unexpected.

He just wished it weren't true.

___

A/N: this was definitely inspired by that one scene from B99 where Rosa gets really high and she eats potato chips with Scully - ugh top tier comedy gold right there.

In my HC, Jane gets anti-depressants and prescription marijuana to deal with her depression and anxiety, post the hospital attack. The marijuana is just for a short period of a couple of months, just so she can heal a little in small doses.

I hope you enjoyed this! Honestly I was really motivated to write something silly and humorous for a while. This is also not edited, so you can expect some blasphemous grammatical errors here and there.

Tagging:

Perma: @trappedinfanfiction @peonierose @tessa-liam @writing-not

Open Heart only: @jerzwriter @ofmischiefandmedicine @cariantha

#ethan ramsey x jane fletcher #w:inlocusmads #open heart #cfwc valentine's event

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