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pumpkinpaix · 3 years

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mdzs fandom, diaspora, and cultural exchange

Hey everyone. This post contains a statement that’s been posted to my twitter, but was a collaborative effort between several diaspora fans over the last few weeks. Some of the specifics are part of a twitter-localized discourse, but the general sentiments and issues raised are applicable across the board, including here on tumblr.

If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ve probably seen a few of my posts about this fandom, cultural exchange, and diasporic identity. For example, here, here, and here. This statement more directly criticizes some of the general issues I and others have raised in the past, and also hopefully provides a little more insight into where those issues come from. I would be happy if people took the time to read and reblog this, as the thought that went into it is not trivial, and neither is the subject matter. Thank you.

Introduction

Hello. I'm a member of a Chinese diaspora discord server - I volunteered to try and compile a thread of some thoughts regarding our place and roles in the fandom expressed in some of our recent discussions. This was primarily drafted by me and reviewed/edited by others with the hopes that we can share a cohesive statement on our honest feelings instead of repeatedly sharing multiple, fragmented versions of similar threads in isolation.

This was compiled by one group of diaspora and cannot be taken to represent diaspora as a whole, but we hope that our input can be considered with compassion and understanding of such.

For context, we are referencing two connected instances: the conflict described in these two threads (here and here), and when @/jelenedra tweeted about giving Jewish practices to the Lans. Regarding the latter, we felt that it tread into the territory of cultural erasure, and that it came from a person who had already disrespected diaspora’s work and input.

Context

The Lans have their own religious and cultural practices, rooted both in the cultural history of China and the genre of xianxia. Superimposing a different religious practice onto the Lans amidst other researched, canonical or culturally accurate details felt as if something important of ours was being overwritten for another’s personal satisfaction. Because canon is so intrinsically tied to real cultural, historical, and religious practices, replacing those practices in a canon setting fic feels like erasure. While MDZS is a fantasy novel, the religious practices contained therein are not. This was uncomfortable for many of us, and we wanted to point it out and have it resolved amicably. We were hoping for a discussion or exchange as there are many parallels and points of relation between Chinese and Jewish cultures, but that did not turn out quite as expected.

What happened next felt like a long game of outrage telephone that resulted in a confusion of issues that deflected responsibility, distracted from the origin of the conflict, and swept our concern under the rug.

Specifically, we are concerned about how these two incidents are part of what we feel is a repeated, widespread pattern of the devaluing of Chinese fans’ work and concerns within this fandom. This recent round of discourse is just one of many instances where we have found ourselves in a position of feeling spoken over within a space that is nominally ours. Regardless of what the telephone game was actually about, the way it played out revealed something about how issues are prioritized.

Background

MDZS is one of the first and largest franchises of cmedia that has become popular and easily accessible outside of China. Moreover, it’s a piece of queer Chinese media that is easily accessible to those of us overseas. For many non-Chinese fans, this is the first piece of cmedia they have connected with, and it’s serving as their introduction to a culture previously opaque to them. What perhaps is less obvious is that for many Chinese diaspora fans, this is also the first piece of cmedia THEY have connected with, found community with, seen themselves in.

Many, many of us have a fraught relationship with our heritage, our language—we often suffer from a sense of alienation, both from our families and from our surrounding peers. For our families, our command of the language and culture is often considered superficial, clunky, childish. Often, connecting with our culture is framed as a mandatory academic duty, and such an approach often fosters resentment towards our own heritage. For our non-Chinese peers, our culture is seen as exotic and strange and other, something shiny and interesting to observe, while we, trapped in the middle, find ourselves uprooted and adrift.

MDZS holds an incredibly important place in many diaspora’s hearts. Speaking for myself, this is literally the first time in my life I have felt motivated and excited about my own native tongue. It's the first time I have felt genuine hope that I might one day be able to speak and read it without fear and self-doubt. It is also the first time that so many people have expressed interest in learning from me, in hearing my thoughts and opinions about my culture.

This past year and a half in fandom has been an incredible experience. I know that I am not alone in this. So many diaspora I have spoken to just in the last week have expressed similar sentiments about the place MDZS holds in their lives. It is a precious thing to us, both because we love the story itself, and because it represents a lifeline to a heritage that’s never felt fully ours to grasp.

It’s wonderful to feel like we are able to welcome our friends into our home and show them all these things that have been so formative to our identities, and to be received with such enthusiasm and interest. Introducing this to non-Chinese friends and fans has also been an opportunity to bridge gaps and be humanized in a way that has been especially important in a year where yellow peril fear mongering has been at an all-time high.

History

However, MDZS’ rise in popularity among non-Chinese audiences has also come with certain difficulties. It is natural to want to take a story you love and make it your own: that’s what transformative fandom is all about. It is also natural that misunderstandings and unintentional missteps might happen when you aren’t familiar with the ins and outs of the culture and political history of the story in question. This is understandable and forgivable—perfection is impossible, even for ourselves.

We hope for consideration and respect when we give our knowledge freely and when we raise the issue of our own discomfort with certain statements or actions regarding our culture. Please remember that what is an isolated incident to you might be a pattern of growing microaggressions to us. In non-Asian spaces, Asian diaspora are often lumped together under one umbrella. In the west, a lot of Chinese diaspora attach themselves to Korean and Japanese media in order to feel some semblance of connection to a media which approximates our cultures because there are cultural similarities. This is the first time we've collectively found community around something that is actually ours, so the specificities matter.

There is a bitterness about being Asian diaspora and a misery in having to put up a united front about racial issues. Enmity towards one group becomes a danger to all of us, all while our own conflicted histories with one another continue to pass trauma down through the generations. Many of us don’t even watch anime in front of our grandparents because of that lingering cultural antipathy. When the distinctions between our cultures are muddled, it feels once again like that very fraught history is flattened and forgotten.

Without the lived experience of it, it’s hard to understand how pervasive the contradictory web of anti-Asian and, more specifically, anti-Chinese racial aggressions are and how insidious its effects are. The conflation of China the political entity (as perceived and presented by the US and Europe) with its people, culture, and diaspora results in an exhausting litany of criticism levied like a bludgeon, often by people who don’t understand the complicated nature of a situation against those of us who do.

There is often a frankly stunning lack of self-awareness re: cultural biases and blind spots when it comes to discussions of MDZS, particularly moral ones. There are countless righteous claims and hot takes on certain aspects of the story, its author, and the characters that are so clearly rooted in a Euroamerican political and moral framework that does not reflect Chinese cultural realities and experiences. Some of these takes have become so widespread they are essentially accepted as fanon.

This is a pattern of behavior within the fandom. It is not limited to any specific group, nor does it even exclude ourselves—we are, after all, not a monolith, and we should not be placed on pedestals to have our differing opinions weaponized against one another in fandom squabbles. We are not flawless in our own understandings and approaches, and we would appreciate it if others would remember this before using any of us as ultimate authorities to settle a personal score.

It is difficult not to be disheartened when enthusiastic interest crosses the line into entitled demand and when transformative work crosses into erasure, especially when the reactions to our raised concerns have so frequently been dismissive and hostile. The overwhelming cultural and emotional labor we bring to the table is often taken advantage of and then criticized in bad faith. We are bombarded with racist aggressions, micro and macro, and then met with ridicule and annoyance when we push back. Worse, we sometimes face accusations of hostility that force us to apologize, back down, and let the matter go.

When we bring up our issues, it usually seems to come with the expectation that there are other issues that should be addressed before we can address ours. It feels like it’s never really the time to talk about Asian issues.

On the internet and in fandom spaces, Western-coded media, politics and perspectives are assumed to be general knowledge and experience that everyone knows and has. It feels like a double standard that we are expected to know the ins and outs of western politics and to engage on these terms, but most non-Chinese have not even the slightest grasp of the sort of politics that are at play within our communities. We end up feeling used for our specialized knowledge and cultural background and then dismissed when our opinions and problems are inconvenient.

As the culture represented in MDZS is not a culture that most non-Chinese fans are familiar with, we’d like to remind you that you do not get to decide which parts of it are or are not important. While sharing this space with Chinese diaspora who have a close connection to the work and the painful history that goes along with being diaspora, we ask that you be mindful of listening to our concerns.

Cultural erasure is tied to a lot of intense historical and generational trauma for us that maybe isn't immediately evident: the horrors of the Pacific theatre, the far-reaching consequences of colonization, racial tensions both among ourselves and with non-Chinese etc. These are not minor or simple things, and when we talk about our issues within fandom, this is often what underlies them. This is one of the first and only places many of us have been able to find community to discuss our unique issues without feeling as if we’re speaking out of turn.

With the HK protests, COVID, the anti-Chinese platforms of the US election etc., anti-Chinese sentiment has been at the forefront of the global news cycle for some time now, and it is with complete sincerity that we emphasize once again how important MDZS fandom has been as a haven for humanizing and valuing Chinese people through cultural exchange.

Experiencing racial aggression within that space stings, not just because it’s a space we love, but because it feels like we’ve been swimming in rapidly rising racial aggression for over a year at this point.

Feelings

This is a difficult topic to broach at the best of times, and these are not the best of times. Many of us have a wariness of rocking the boat instilled in us from our upbringings, and it is not uncommon for us to feel like we should be grateful that people want to engage with something of ours at all. When we do decide to speak up, we’ve learned that there is a not insignificant chance that we’ll be turned on and trampled over because what we’ve said is inconvenient or uncomfortable. When it is already so difficult to speak up, we end up second-guessing and gaslighting ourselves into wondering whether there really was a problem at all.

We’d like to be able to share what we know about our culture and have our knowledge and experience be taken seriously and treated with courtesy. This is a beautiful, rich world built with the history of our ancestors, one that we too are trying to connect with. When we find it in ourselves to speak up about it, we would appreciate being met with consideration instead of hostility.

We don't have the luxury of stepping away from our culture when we get tired of it. We don't get to put it down and walk away when it’s difficult. But if you're not Chinese or Chinese diaspora, you get to put this book down—we'd like to kindly request that you put it down gently because of how much it matters to all of us in this fandom, regardless of heritage.

What we are asking for is reflection and thoughtfulness as we continue to engage with this work and with one another, especially with regards to how Chinese issues are positioned. When we raise issues of our own discomfort, please take a moment to reflect before reacting defensively or trying to shut us down for spoiling the fun—don’t deprioritize our concerns, especially in a fandom for a piece of Chinese media. We promise most of us are not trying to start shit for the sake of a fight. Most of the time, all we want is acknowledgement and a genuine attempt at understanding.

Our hope with this statement is to encourage more openness and understanding between diaspora and non-Chinese fans while we navigate this place that we’re sharing. Please remember that for many of us, MDZS is far more intense than a typical fandom experience. Remember that the knowledge we have and research we do is freely and happily given, and that it costs us both materially and emotionally. Please don’t take that for granted. Remember too that sometimes the reason for our discomfort may not be immediately evident to you: what seems culturally neutral and harmless might touch upon specific loaded issues for us. We ask for patience, and we ask for sincerity as we try to communicate with one another.

We are writing this because there’s a collective sense of imposed silence—that every time the newest round of discourse crops up, we often feel as if we’re walking away having created no meaningful change, and nursing new wounds that we’ll never get to address. But without speaking up about it, this is a cycle that will keep repeating.

This is not meant to shame or guilt the fandom into throwing themselves at our feet, either to thank us or beg for forgiveness—far from that. We’re just your friends and your fellow fans. We are happy to have you here, and we’re happy to create and share and play together. We just ask to be respected and heard.

Thank you. Thank you for listening. Several of us will be stepping back from twitter for a while. We’ll see you when we get back. ❤️

* A final addendum: here are two articles with solid practical advice on writing stories regarding a culture other than your own.

Cultural Appropriation for the Worried Writer: Some Practical Advice

Cultural Appropriation: Some More Practical Advice

The thread on twitter is linked in the source of this post. Thanks everyone.

#mdzs #mdzs meta #the untamed #the untamed meta #cql #asian diaspora #chinese diaspora #race #racism #mine #mymeta #once again my tag failing me because this is a collaborative work #but! for the sake of organization #statistically average #cultural appropriation #cultural erasure #what else do i tag this im so wired

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cartierbin · 3 years

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pls could you do a dilf!minho smut? haha your dilf ones are so good

ofc baby. tysm.

『 pairing — minho x reader

genre — smut, + dilf!minho but sex therapist type shit

word count — 1.532k 』

smut under the cut !

“I don’t know what it is to be quite honest with you”. you muttered, fiddling your fingers and hastily checking the clock every five minutes. it could’ve been any minute until your husband came home, and you knew he was going to ask you where you were. the last thing you wanted to say was that you were out in the late hours of the night, seeking help from your therapist. especially your sex therapist.

dr. lee minho shifts a little his seat, his muscular yet lean body complimented his grey suit perfectly, and his circular lenses made him look that much more enticing. his jet black hair was parted to the left without flaw. your therapist was sexy and he knew it. and most importantly you knew it. It was hard to believe this was a man with three children. he glides his tongue over the span of his parched lips and continued scribbling in his notes. when his eyes focused back on you they were serious. for some reason whenever he gazed at you it almost looked as if he was reading you, like he was prepared to tell you your future out of a crystal ball. he held knowledge and wisdom in his eyes even if he didn’t say much of anything. “what you have to understand is that communication in the bedroom is really essential. if you and your partner are not communicating then you will never get what you need”. he always talked with his hands too, he was confident with every word and it’s clear that he knew what he was talking about. and if he wasn’t he was for damn sure good at hiding his uncertainty. “that’s the thing I don’t know where to start. I ask him if he wants to try new things but he turns all of my ideas down and I’m not sure what to do anymore. I’m afraid if this continues I don’t think this relationship would last. does that sound childish of me? shifting away from him because of the sex?”.

“baby what I need you to do first is stop tearing yourself down with this. don’t invalidate your feelings. sex in a relationship is just as important as everything else and we’re only humans, we have needs. and we want our partners to be able to meet them. I think your dilemma is stemming from the fact that you think you’re being too pushy if you ask for more. and you need to stop that”. it wasn’t until you started coming to his sessions where you realized someone could talk in such a demanding tone but yet so loving. he never spoke as if he knew it all even though he did, but he spoke as if he sincerely loved you and only wanted the best for you. you nod at his response taking heed to his advice. he continues, “and once you stop that you’ll be able to ask without that weighty feeling on your shoulders”. you nod yet again, all of a sudden feeling kind of fidgety and anxious. “so where do I began?”. he places his notepad on the table beside him and stands to his feet, ushering you over with a hand. when you stood up you were fairly intimidated by his austere demeanor. you knew he was probably a playful man outside of the office but in it, he was much different. he guided you to the long mirror between two potted plants, making you stand right in front of him. you practically shuddered once you gazed right past your reflection and directly at his while he was standing directly behind you.

“loosen up a little. we’re going to do an exercise”. you nod, “what is it?”. he licks his lips again and makes a ponytail out of your hair, bringing it all behind your shoulders so you could get a clear view of yourself. you grew hot in the face from his gestures. “I’m going to be your husband. and you’re going to look into this mirror and tell me what you want more of. no matter what is it I’ll have to listen to you. this will help you gain confidence in yourself so when it happens in real time you’ll be prepared and not embarrassed when you hear yourself”. your heart steadily pounded at his request. you kindly obliged to his orders. “before we start I’d like to know if it’s okay to touch you?”. you agreed to that request as well, not really caring where and how. you weren’t prepared for him to immediately attached his lips to your neck, peppering specks of kisses along the coast of your shoulders. his lips were so gentle and heedful, kind of like the way he spoke. you stood there for a while tensed, not knowing what to do and being absolutely frozen on the tingling feelings his lips left you with. he spoke into his next kiss, “go on, tell me what you want”. your eyes fell to his veiny calloused hands and you couldn’t believe what you were about to say but you had to say it. it was apart of the exercise after all. “I want you to touch me”. you admitted weakly, your voice going hoarse between syllables. you were nervous and you didn’t know what to expect. his mouth moved further up your neck and you could see his arm slither around your waist to the front button of your jeans, undoing them and zipping down your zipper. you stopped breathing completely once he crammed his hand inside the front of your panties.

“stop sounding like that. control your voice”. he demanded, you gulped hard and twitched when you felt his fingertips rub the surface of your already moistened folds. “rub my clit please”. you sort of whined. he followed suit, circling it around lazily. your heart was throbbing in your ears. he wasn’t even doing much and it felt fucking good. you drew in a sharp breath, realizing that watching yourself get touched in a mirror was ten times hotter than you thought it would be. he swivels his head over to the other side of your neck, catching abandoned spots of skin in between his lips to suck. “this is all you want baby?”. he spoke in a tone so dark you wanted to just fall to your knees. you were already starting to throb at his gestures. “can you rub it faster please?”. you stutter, mentally cursing at yourself for doing so and being oblivious to the fact that minho thought it was kind of sexy. he does so. “don’t leave it at that. tell me how wet you are. tell me what your pussy feels like”. he could feel his fingers becoming slippery with your slick, it was getting harder and harder to rub you. It turned him on but it was only obvious, you felt his bulge poking you from behind. you breathed, “my pussy is throbbing so hard I’m getting so wet-“. he languidly tongue kisses your jawline and an overwhelming wave washed over your body. “mm what do you need?”. electricity courses through your torso. it was hot the way his mouth moved passionately against your skin as if he’s known it for years. “I need you to stick your fingers inside me please”. with no hesitation he sunk his fingers into your hole going a bit deeper than he intended, but nonetheless proud of himself for making you arch your back against him. he could feel your slick sliding down his knuckles. “shit”. he unexpectedly groans, revealing to you how much he actually enjoyed this.

you shut your eyes tight while his fingers delve inside you steadily and pulled out at a measured pace. you began to whine and rub your ass against him in the process. “open your eyes for me. I want you to see yourself”. his voice made you want to collapse and his fingers moved so smoothly inside you you were starting think that he went to school for this. they were magic in between your legs and you didn’t want him to stop. your eyes fluttered open, one after the other and your mouth hung open. “tell me how it feels”. by now his lips was so close to your mouth you just wanted him to kiss you already. it was a tease the way his mouth ran over everything but your lips. but it was hard to ask for that when you were prompted with another question. you could barely think with him touching you like this. “it feels— it feels so fucking good oh my god”. the whimper in your eyes is what drove him insane. you looked so needy and burdened with want he wondered how and why your husband wasn’t doing this to you already. your thighs were threatened to clasp around his wrist, you didn’t know if you could take much more. his other hand snakes up your shirt and grasps your naked breasts, massaging one and pulling and tugging on your nipples. the feelings were foreign, your husband usually filled one night with one of these motions. It was never everything happening all at once like this. your pants became quicker, “faster”. you hummed, becoming more confident with your demands. you watched the outline of his fingers in your panties hastening their pace, finger fucking you at an intensity that had you reaching back just to clutch the fabric on his shoulder. you could wrap your mind around how perfect and skilled he was at doing this, well you couldn’t wrap your mind around anything for that matters. your head falls back into the crook of his neck and you reached down the grip his moving wrist. “fuck I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum so hard”. he sticks his tongue in your mouth and performs the hottest kiss you’ve ever felt in your married life. “yes keep talking like that”. he exhales sounding just as winded and breathless as you were. “I don’t think I can take it please my pussy is throbbing too hard”. you whine at the top of your lungs feeling his fingers deeper inside you. you could feel the palm of his hand rubbing your ass a little. “there you go, cum down my fingers”. he demands licking and sucking the skin of your neck until your eyes rolled to the back of your head in a mind blowing orgasm.

you were still bucking inside his hand as he rubbed all of the aftershocks right out of you, enjoying how much you were cumming especially since it was the first time you’ve came like that in years. you were limp and weak, and you just knew that your husband probably already texted you about twenty times trying to figure out where you were but you didn’t care. minho sneaks kisses to your hot earlobe. “from a professional standpoint I’m proud of you for speaking up for what you wanted. but aside from me being your therapist that was so fucking sexy”.

#Minho smut #lee Minho smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz imagines #stray kids imagines

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justimajin · 3 years

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Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Pt.8

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

↳ (4.5k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: 18+ rating, graphical descriptions of blood and violence, depictions of physical torture, character death

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➟ Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

➟ Next Update: Tuesday, February 9

The sound of heavy steps echo into the air, footsteps gliding against the surface of the ground.

He frantically swings the door open, eyes darting back and forth. Seokjin is seated on a chair with his orbs glued to the screen in front of him as Jimin leans forward, attempting to scrutinize the details displayed before him.

Namjoon lets out a huff, racing over and attempting to catch his breath, “Any luck?”

Jimin looks up and shakes his head, only for Namjoon to deeply sigh in retaliation. He rubs a hand against his temples, brows contorted.

“I don’t understand.” Seokjin proclaims, drawing his attention. “Where could she have possibly gone?”

“You don’t think‒” Jimin instantly bites back his words, not wanting to pull into question the integrity of Namjoon’s decision in regards to you.

Namjoon shakes his head, “There has to be something….” He paces over to the screen Seokjin was observing, “Did you find any clues in her correspondence?”

“There’s not much I can tell you.” Seokjin lets out a sound of dismay, “Y/N actually seemed to be covering up for herself, and she didn’t leak any important information out.”

Namjoon leans back, resting his weight on the sole of his feet. The situation in the most basic form for him, is utterly baffling. He isn’t able to comprehend why you would disappear so suddenly, what your intention or motive behind it was, or the worst of thoughts, if the reasoning has something to do with him.

That’s when his eyes widen, a mere flash that captures his entire attention.

His feet automatically propel him forward, halting right beside one particular screen in the far corner. Namjoon slowly crouches down with narrowed eyes as Jimin turns around, beckoning to Seokjin right away.

“I think I might have found the answer.” It doesn’t take another second for Seokjin to immediately rise from his seat, inspecting the monitor Namjoon is referring to.

“It’s been turned on…” He mumbles, craning his head right and left as he examines it.

As if reacting to him, it flickers for a split second, before remaining active and showcasing details that have his eyes widening.

“I usually keep an eye out for anyone trying to trace us….” Lifting his head, Seokjin’s brows are knitted together, “and this computer looks like it was turned on by mistake.”

At the sight of Namjoon’s puzzlement, he continues, “My best bet is that with Y/N delaying her activities and coming up with excuses, the L/N’s weren’t convinced and attempted to figure out her location without her knowledge.”

Namjoon looks up in alarm, glancing in between Jimin and Seokjin.

“How could they have reached Y/N then?” Jimin ponders, “Sure, her location must have been traced, but there’s no way that explains how she just disappeared.”

“Unless they were keeping a close eye on her.” Namjoon suddenly glances at Jimin, “Are we so sure that this place is safe?”

Something sparks in the latter’s irises, his form instantly revolving towards the door.

Seokjin turns to him, crossing his arms.

“Any idea if this is linked to whoever was after you?”

He shakes his head, “This is personal. Y/N hasn’t been in contact for a while and her latest mission…” There’s a glint in his eyes, lips pressing together, “Well, we can just say it didn’t go as planned.”

He rather not delve deep into the details of what conspired during the time you didn’t know he was aware of your identity, deciding to leave out the pieces of information that involved what you were being ordered to do.

Seokjin quirks up an intrigued brow at the vagueness in his tone, but remains silent nonetheless.

Jimin returns, out of breath with rounded eyes.

“It might interest you to know that the floor above us has a broken window.” He quickly says, “But it’s not one that you can easily break into.”

“Someone knew.” Seokjin immediately whispers, facing Jimin who shares his look of realization, “Someone knew on the inside and got to Y/N once they confirmed her location.”

Jimin hums, eyes connecting with Namjoon’s. “This also means we’re not as safe as we would have hoped.”

He nearly curses at himself, the whole catastrophe of needing to escape casting a thick veil over his eyes. However, he knows the current circumstance won’t allow for him to mull over his misfortune, rather it simply brings attention to what he needs to do at the moment.

“We need to figure out where Y/N is.” Seokjin nods, “It doesn’t matter to me how you do it, just find her.”

The latter doesn’t make a move to respond or coax him, instead he observes the screen and types frantically on the keyboard. Namjoon watches him from behind, his fists tightening.

He can only pray that through this nest of a mayhem, you’re somehow alright.

A deep groan escapes your lips.

Sweat drips down from your temples as your head lulls to the side, lids wearily blinking. A strained cough leaves your mouth and you squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to focus your vision.

Once the room ceases to spin, the first thing that greets your pupils is the distorted sight of metal bars.

You bolt upright, scrambling towards them and wrapping your hands around the icy alloy. Peering around wild-eyed, a sudden jolt tugs you backwards and you can only stare in horror at the chain of metal that constrains you from behind.

“You’re finally awake.”

You swivel around, a man standing before you.

Irises immediately enlarging, your breath hitches in your throat. You’re not sure if you should run, scream or stagger away, but as his footsteps begin to grow louder, all you can muster is barely concealing the need to cower behind the bars.

He crouches down, staring directly at you.

A smile curls at the corner of his lips.

“It’s been a while, Y/N.”

Your terrified gaze is locked onto his, “I heard you’ve been compromised.” His eyes narrow, “Do you recall what happens to spies that willingly expose their identity?”

There’s a dead silence lingering in the air and he raises himself up, walking away from you. Lurching forward, your grasp on the metal bars tighten as you spill out the first thought in your mind.

“I-I wasn’t compromised!”

He turns around, a proud look radiating in his eyes, “You’re telling me Kim Namjoon doesn’t know who you really are?”

You furiously shake your head, voice quivering, “My husband doesn’t know anything!”

Although your actions and pressing need to prove yourself is evident, your words seem to spell out a different message.

“Oh, so it’s your husband now?”

Your stomach instantly sinks, mind becoming numb. Furiously blinking, you fumble around for a coherent response.

He states the obvious, “You’ve been compromised, Y/N, and now we’ll need to target the Kim family in some other way.”

You swallow hard, already knowing the implications behind those words.

You’ve failed, meaning that they will need to send someone in that can successfully infiltrate this time around to replace you, perhaps with a different link that you can only assume would be Namjoon’s sister.

But in doing so, they’ll need to dispose of you.

The sound of metal startles you, and you suck in a deep breath.

Eyes squeezing shut, you can only pray that you’ll somehow make it through the night.

Namjoon can’t decide between if he’s extremely fortunate or downright out of luck.

Extremely fortunate because Seokjin actually found you, managing just enough to trace back to your responder in time and securing a location that the latter is confident will lead to you.

But downright out of luck, because you’re situated in a place that he truthfully has been wanting to avoid.

It’s one of the central buildings the L/N’s have left, and the perfect place to shoot on sight if discovered.

Trespassing into the area is similar to walking on a trail of blazing hot stones, but thankfully the three of them are able to successfully infiltrate. He acclaims Seokjin’s firm belief that you’re being stowed away underground ‒ a place that suggests to them otherwise not to get involved or bother searching areas aside from it.

Seokjin speaks in a fast-paced ramble, whispering to them about an entryway. “The door shouldn’t be visible if you walked along the corridor, but there should be something that we can access th‒”

He swiftly sinks down to the ground, a bullet glinting right over his head and creating a chip against the wall.

“There they are!” A voice angrily shouts as a sigh slips out of him.

“Ah, what a magnificent time to have some company.” Seokjin wistfully mutters, pulling out a gun from his suit’s jacket in an instant. Cocking the trigger back, he rapidly fires in the direction of the voice, barely flinching as more bullets whiz by him.

Another gun joins him in the crossfire, eyeing him with a smirk, “You don’t think it would be especially considerate of them if they could assist us too?”

Seokjin returns Jimin’s smile and promptly ceases his firing for a moment. A man suddenly charges towards them, but he’s immediately knocked over and pushed against a wall.

Namjoon glares at him, tightly holding onto his hands before roughly shoving him closer to it.

Jimin aims his gun, cutting to the chase, “There’s a floor underneath us that we need access to.”

It’s not an inquiry, rather a demand. The man appears petrified, shakingly gesturing towards one certain hall the three had passed by earlier.

Seokjin’s eyes light up in recognition, and he inches closer, sending a nod in confirmation to the two. Namjoon makes eye contact with Jimin and in an instant, the man is released and thrown to the side.

He carefully maneuvers to the implied hall as Jimin resumes his gunfire, a series of staircases being revealed once Seokjin pushes against the door. Upon getting a signal from Jimin, he dives in with the former.

Seokjin immediately clasps a hand against his nose, hovering over it. Namjoon scrunches up his nose, failing to disregard the putrid smell leaking into the area.

A large door obstructs their pathway, and Seokjin moves forward in haste to see if he can tap into it. However, Namjoon simply jabs his shoulder into the heavy metal, widening it enough for them to pass through.

“Let’s go.” He mumbles.

If he assumed the scent at the entrance was foul enough, he wasn’t prepared to experience the route through the passageway. Layers and layers of mold stick to the walls, growing expeditiously all the way over to the dampness that forms near the ceiling. Rather than being part of the building, his natural instinct is to assume the appearance to be akin to a sewage way, and it’s something he tries not to dwell on as he makes his way through it.

“Hey Namjoon...”

After moments of simply treading and trying to get through the ill space, Seokjin calls out to him from behind. His voice is oddly hesitant, but curious, “I tried not to pry into it too much, but how are we certain that we can trust Y/N?”

It’s a question that he has many reassuring answers for, but as his mind spins, there’s one particular instance that he hasn’t been able to shake from his thoughts. He recalls the time he had pieced together what led to Taehyung and Eunjoo’s demise, and it was something that in the sincerest way, shook him to the core.

The memory is far too vivid, rendering him unable to forget the way it seemed like you were being endlessly tortured throughout the night. It was as if the nightmares were haunting you, drowning you within their terrors, all while you were pleading for it to be over.

At the mere thought of it, chills run down his spine. He wonders if the memory somehow even plagues him to a certain degree, your suffering almost attributing as if it were his own.

Life spreads through his orbs again, his lips moving to state the firm words.

“Because she’s a tool.” He breathes, “Just like I am.”

Seokjin simply stares at him in silence, a sigh slipping from his lips.

“Of course you had to go ahead and fall for a L/N.”

Moving forward, he brushes past Namjoon who unabashedly smiles at the hint of amusement in his voice. As Seokjin advances, his gaze latches onto the door before him and he pulls against the handle.

“It’s locked.” He exhales in frustration, a sound of dismay leaving Namjoon. He darts his gaze around, the sight of mold stricken walls clouding his view. Suddenly freezing, he slowly treads forward, his surveying eyes latching onto a large metal container above him.

It’s like Seokjin can read his mind right away, roughly pushing against the material until it completely crumbles and collapses onto the ground.

A lopsided grin surfaces on him, “Do you think you can get through?”

Namjoon nods and Seokjin crouches down, aiding him as he hauls himself up into it. He manages to crawl through the narrow vent, wincing at the sharp pieces of metal that tear through his jacket, before wrapping his hands firmly around it and propelling himself forward.

Metal crashes onto the ground as Namjoon nearly topples down, but he’s quick to dust himself off and chuckles at Seokjin’s astonished expression on the other side of the door.

Leaning closer, he quietly yet hastily speaks, “I’ll find Y/N, try to keep them off my trail and figure out if you can get this door unlocked too.” He pushes against it roughly again, but to no avail does it open.

Seokjin nods in confirmation, but there’s a slight twinkle in his eyes as he takes out his gun.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely not going to let Jimin have all the fun to himself.”

The corner of his mouth lips up and Seokjin flashes him a smile. After bidding him good luck, Namjoon begins to increasingly quicken his pace, plunging into the centre of the mayhem.

***

His chest is rapidly heaving, a sheen of sweat steadily building up on his temples and a hue of red colouring his skin. The gun in his hands stays firm within his hold, as if simply letting it go would cost him his life. His back is pressed against a wall, eyes sweeping back and forth, carefully surveying every inch of the area.

He’s earnestly lost count, memory becoming fuzzy at the amount of times he encountered resistance in the midst of his sprinting, having either to forcefully create a path or a trail of blood in his wake. The liquid has splattered and exploded all over his suit, and save for the gun he grips, his entire attire is messy and tousled.

But hope sparks within him in the search for light, carefully inching closer without revealing or compromising his position. Slightly leaning over, his scrutinizing eyes come to an immediate halt, breath hitching in his throat.

In the far corner of the room, there is a small cell. And in that cell, is you.

Although relief immediately cascades through Namjoon from your faint appearance, his orbs roam around and it’s only then does he realize the condition you’re in.

Your form is slumped against the metal bars, resembling a limp doll whose strings have been pulled far too much than anything. Bruises litter the length of your arms, the scent of freshly spilled blood wafting through the air. Dried pools of the liquid stick to the ground beneath you, and shallow breath escapes you by the minute, barely hanging onto any thread of strength.

His throat tightens and even though he desperately wants to look away, he forces himself not to.

Death would have been a better option.

The thought hauntingly echoes in his mind, and it’s only when the sound of heavy footsteps against the tiled ground that he breaks out of it, head snapping ahead and attempting to capture a glance of who did this to you.

“So are you going to tell me, or not?” He taps against the bars for your attention, but you barely move. He crouches down, showcasing the gun within his grasp, “Your insight is important to us, Y/N.”

Namjoon knits his brows together. It’s almost like a warning ‒ uncannily somewhat similar to a teacher scolding his student after they’ve misbehaved.

Suddenly, his eyes widen as a thought flashes through his mind.

You’re thankfully still alive, but why? Why even have the need to keep you like this, dangling on the slim chance of survival instead of ending it all?

The answer is confirmed for him when the man taps against your bars again, this time more aggressive. “Tell me, Y/N.”

They need information about him from you, but you’ve refused to cooperate.

Another shallow breath leaves your lips and you crane your head to the side, as if not even wanting to spare him a glance. The increasing frustration on your capturer’s expression is evident enough, but the action seems to break his late fine strand of patience as he rises to his heels, cocking the trigger back on his gun.

Namjoon’s eyes shoot up in alarm when your arm is tugged and the gun is pointed against your temples, swiftly moving forward without another thought.

His gun is raised and there’s a forceful tone in his voice that screams of rage, “Take your aim off of her.”

The man swivels, clearly taken aback with the sudden intrusion ‒ but Namjoon sees it so transparently. The way his mouth drops down with astonishment, the way his eyes light up in recognition and the way the gun still points towards you, recognition forming into resentment.

He chuckles, like Namjoon’s actions were a joke to him. Peering down at you in amusement, he grins.

“You’re protecting her? The Kim Namjoon?” He laughs again, stating the fact as if Namjoon is completely oblivious, “This pesky snitch is a spy created by the L/N’s.”

Namjoon’s eyes trail down, coming straight into contact with your own. They’re filled with utter relief and somber gratitude, your orbs practically brimming at the sight of him as he feels his chest tightening all over again.

He grits his teeth, not moving the slightest, “I won’t ask again.”

The man before him furrows his brows, displeased with his response. Before he can shift his aim over to Namjoon, the latter barely hesitates in plunging a bullet into his arm.

A scream leaves his lips and Namjoon charges forward, slamming his elbow straight into the wound he’s created. The man continues to grimace in pain, but his hands abruptly shoot out, wrapping around Namjoon’s neck.

Namjoon gasps, the gun in his hands slipping out from his hold. He’s pinned to the ground, the man’s strength being a compelling force against his air supply.

The sound of chains jingling alerts him right away as he chokes, his teeth gritting as he sharply jabs his knee into the man’s abdomen, resulting in him wincing and freeing Namjoon’s throat. He barely takes a moment to recover, grasping onto his gun instantly and taking aim.

One bullet. Two bullets. Three bullets. Namjoon can’t remember how many times he’s fired, the faint blur of blood spilling and metal piercing into the man’s skin barely hindering his cold hardened gaze. The man eventually collapses onto the ground, lifeless as crimson continues to drip out and coat the steel floor.

Namjoon remains frozen in place, chest rising and falling.

The clatter of metal results in him snapping his head up, dark gaze falling onto your horror stricken one in a matter of minutes. He begins to walk closer to you and for a moment, you can’t help but stagger back, heart racing so fast that you feel like it might burst.

He breaks the silence with a hushed whisper, “You know, no matter how you look at it….we’re very alike.”

A cracked smile surfaces on his lips as he passes by you, rummaging through the table opposite to your cell.

You swallow hard, continuing to listen.

“Our families, they’ll never allow us to live for ourselves.” Swiveling around, he paces towards your cell, “Slaves, tools.....I can’t even come up with a kinder word to describe it.”

He chuckles, but it comes out too strained as he crouches near your cell, slotting the metal piece in.

“But one thing that won’t ever change,” The metallic frame reels open, “is that you will always be my wife.”

His hand reaches out, a warm tone residing within his eyes. You can’t tell if it’s the way he gestures towards you, or the way your heart keeps feeling like it might rupture any moment, but you crawl and staggers towards him in a frenzy, tears bursting from your eyes as once you topple over into his arms.

He embraces you with a sigh of relief and you believe the action is exactly how you feel in that moment ‒ content and utterly relieved. You don’t recall how long it’s been since you’ve been in his arms, harsh sobs escaping you that he doesn’t immediately coax, instead allowing you to alleviate yourself.

It’s not until you break apart that Namjoon swipes away the remaining water with his thumbs, smiling at you softly as you attempt to calm down. He carefully holds your hand, rising up to his feet as he attempts to help you up.

You clasp onto his suit right away, pulling him down anxiously. Namjoon stares at you in confusion, but the words that tumble out of your lips are enough to stir terror in his orbs.

“I-I can’t move….” You whisper and that’s when he notices. The way you remained on the ground as you were being interrogated, the way you inevitably staggered as you desperately tried to crawl to him, the way your legs are soaked with red, long gashes marked all over your skin.

Namjoon can’t explain how petrified he is, how you simply choose to look away, distinctly aware of the pain and the horrifying appearance they’ve taken on.

He doesn’t respond or make a comment on them, instead choosing to simply lean over and putting his neck within your reach. After a moment of struggle, you loop your arms around and he presses a hand against your back and knees, effortlessly lifting you.

You remain silent as Namjoon carefully guides you back to the path he had taken, being mindful of your immobile legs as he walks through the narrow ends. He soon reaches the door that he and Seokjin had gotten stuck on, and the latter is present with Jimin, their rumpled appearance being on par with Namjoon’s.

Unlike him, Seokjin and Jimin seem flabbergasted with your appearance, “What happened?”

Namjoon simply shakes his head as you remain quiet, gesturing towards Jimin, “How is it up there?”

“There’s still plenty of them,” He breathes, “We can cover for you.”

Namjoon nods and the two of them stand in front of him, pulling out their guns and cocking back the triggers. You notice Namjoon stiffens and his hold on you suddenly tightens, but you realize why exactly once you make it from underground and get back onto the ground floor.

Bullets are flying left and right, the sound of shouting threatening to tear your ears in half. Seokjin quickly gestures to a pathway, and Namjoon follows through, frantically sprinting.

In an instant he crouches down at the sight of someone, covering the two of you up. A hiss leaves your lips and he leans in closer, concern twisted in his features.

“Y/N?” He whispers and you shake your head, bringing a hand to your temples. It’s almost like your head is burning, a painful blazing sensation radiating and pulsing through from all corners. It blurs your vision for a brief moment, drawing out unconscious tears.

“M-My head, I‒ ah.” You wince again and Namjoon presses the back of his hand against your forehead, expression contorting into a mixture of worry and confusion at the scorching temperature.

His hand instantly drops at the sound of a voice, but it disappears just as quickly and he peers around, noticing the coast is clear. Hauling you up again, he rushes through the pathway, heading out the building in time.

After finally meeting up with Seokjin and Jimin, Namjoon takes you back to the house. Seokjin ponders over your absence and you reveal the knowledge of how you were suddenly cornered by a handful of servants, something that draws concern to his eyes and that he attempts to diffuse right away. Jimin takes it upon himself to treat your wounds as you hiss and wince in retaliation, sending you apologetic smiles in the midst of the process.

He gladly informs you that your wounds don’t appear to be too severe, but that it would take time for you to fully recuperate from the injuries. There’s still a faint throbbing that lingers in your head, but you starting to think the constant agony your body has gone through is resulting in your body demanding for some rest.

You’re seated on the edge of the bed as Jimin departs, long strips of gauzes wrapped around your arms and legs. Namjoon, who has been idling by the door during the process, instantly walks over to you once you’re finished being tended to.

He sits right next to you, hand reaching out on instinct to intertwine with yours. A smile arises at the corner of your lips from the gesture, but you notice his gaze is fixated on the tight bindings on your limbs, and you’re compelled to coax his concerns.

“Namjoon, I‒” You don’t get the chance to continue, his lips brushing against yours in an instant.

You practically melt into his embrace, his lips fervently but delicately moving against yours with haste. As your lips part, a content sigh leaves him, evoking small butterflies to flutter and dance around within your chest.

His hand presses against the small of your back and you steady yourself, your hands resting against him. It’s only when his head tilts that you can feel the gratifying warmth of his skin, a blissful ray casting over you.

It intensifies; his mouth probing more and growing bolder as you let him, desiring nothing more. But that’s when the searing pang shoots through you, clouding your vision and snatching you away from the ecstasy.

Namjoon is suddenly pushed back with a shove, lips swollen and eyes captured in a daze.

A splatter of red coats the white floors.

Namjoon’s confused gaze is all over you, pupils dilating and frantic. Your scarlet hands shakingly hover over your mouth as a rapid cluster of wheezing coughs thrum through your ribcage.

He reaches out for you, but it’s too late as your feeble body suddenly crashes onto the ground and all he can do is desperately cry out your name.

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One Day At A Time

Overview: The moment you first saw Shinso’s performance at the first year Sports Festival set off a chain of fateful interactions and an unrequited declaration of rivalry. Now, as you stand hand in hand with your husband-to-be, you can’t help but think back to everything that brought you here.

Pairing: Shinso Hitoshi x Reader

Word Count: 3741

Genre: Scenario, Fluff

A/N: I had so much fun writing this for the POCuties Server Collab: ‘A Wedding to Remember!’ My heart went binkie boom doom. I hope you all enjoy best boi Shinso!! And thank you to @tui-lah for beta reading, I appreciate it! You can find the rest of everyone’s amazing works here.

The flowers entwined between your fingers twinge with sweat from your palms as the beating of your heart ran a mile a minute. Exhaling a breath, you briefly glanced at the bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers before the double doors broke you from your reverie. On either side stood your best friend, Mina, in a beautiful gown that accentuated her figure, and Kaminari, your husband-to-be’s best friend.

Mina beamed, the black sclera of her eyes twinkling as she caught onto the small sigh of contentment that left your lips as you basked in the physique of the love of your life in a tuxedo at the end of the peddle-filled aisle. The light reflected from the vibrant bouquet, which made you look dazzling in the spotlight. Carrying on an otherworldly trance before the two left your side, not before the blonde sent you subtle thumbs up.

Facing your groom, your eyes roamed his figure, giving him a once-over. The tuxedo hugged him perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and slim build. The black of his suit had a velvet quality to it, and brought something out of him, a self-respecting pride and confidence that had you nibbling your bottom lip.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Bond,” you whispered with a cheeky grin. You couldn’t help yourself, Shinso looked like the perfect action man with a license to thrill. His typically messy indigo hair was slicked back, or at least tried to be, you had to give him an ‘A’ for the effort. You peaked at the tips that were haphazardly pushed back, intertwining into a beautiful chaos-- you’d fix it later into his naturally ruffled tufts.

You heard a breathy snort from the man across you. Looking up, your eyes latched onto an all-too-familiar pair of glaciers that resembled hyacinths and the lazy-smirk that had the corner of your eyes softening.

Shinso reaches out to you as soon as the one to wed you both begins to speak, his calloused hands holding yours. It’s funny actually, as you gaze at your intertwined hands and the paleness of his skin of how the two of you ended up in the aisle together, rings readied to be worn, and a life promised to spend together forever.

You remembered it like it was just yesterday.

After his fight with Midoriya during the first year Sports Festival, you left the stands to find the General Studies student in the hall. Luckily for you, you saw him in no time, the striking lavender hair and familiar U.A. uniform that he wore was hard to miss. You quickly fell into step with his languid steps.

“Shinso Hitoshi, right? I’m (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you.”

With his ashy lilac and deeply sunken eyes, he faced you with a bored expression on his face. “Okay.”

The two of you walk in silence for at least a few minutes, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck before he speaks. “Uh--” he clears his throat a little awkwardly, “why are you following me?” It was a simple question, not one that harbored an accusing tone, and you were almost shocked by the fact that he made no effort to chase you away.

“Oh shit,” you cursed, smacking your forehead, having forgotten to announce the reason why you followed him in the first place. “My bad, dude, I can’t believe I forgot. You’re my rival.”

“What?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows, his pace slowing even more until they stopped.

“Rival, y’ know where two people compete for the same objective or superiority.”

He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes, “I know what a rival is, but why are you declaring that you’re mine.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You thought that at this point, it was obvious enough for him to catch on. Maybe he was a bit slow; the bags under his eyes may have killed a couple of brain cells over the years. “‘Cause we have the same goal,” you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “We want to prove everyone who doubts us wrong.” Mich like him, growing up with an ‘evil’ Quirk, you’ve had a fair share of gossip surrounding you. That’s why you wanted to be a hero, to end the discrimination against labeling Quirks as villainous.

“Really?” he paused, “what would a student from the heroics course know about being deemed as a criminal.” One look into his eyes, and you already knew. The bitterness in his orbs was unmistakable.

“More than you know,” you murmured, refusing to break eye contact.

The mauve haired boy’s uninterested expression softened at the dispute in your eyes, the corner of his mouth tugging into a small grin. Looking at you properly this time, like he really saw you as a person, not just some random stranger that decided to follow him around.

“Sorry, but no,” Shinso stated, the usual indifference lacing his tone, the smile falling from his face. “I’m not looking to make friends or rivals.”

You giggled mischievously at him, the purple of his eyes side-eyeing you with weariness. “You’re cute,” you state bluntly, bouncing on the balls of your feet. His expression is replaced with a gawk at the pure boldness from you, red splotching on the apple of his cheeks. “You actually think you have a choice! See ya soon, rival!”

With that, you turn on your heel, searching for your homeless-looking homeroom teacher. You have the perfect recommendation for an intern.

“(L/N)?” he demanded, stunned by your sudden appearance.

You turned your head from your position on the floor, stretching, glancing toward his direction. “Hey, rival.” The boy looked slightly different from the last time you had seen him, with a bandage-like material wrapped around his neck, similar to Aizawa’s.

Hopping onto your feet, you brushed the dust off your hands, walking onto the mat placed in the middle of the gym as Aizawa spoke up. “Shinso, you’re training with (L/N) today. It’s a joint training to access your weaknesses, first to get knocked down or pushed off the mat loses,” he said, his expression never changing.

Bending down a bit, you prepared to make a move before the boy with lavender hair stopped you in your footsteps. “How the hell did you get Aizawa-sensei to agree to this?” he asked with an amused look in his eyes.

Smirking, you peered up through your lashes, looking at him with faux innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yes, you do. At the Sports Festival, you told Aizawa about the general studies student, but Aizawa was already aware of the male since he had taken note of him. Unsurprisingly to you, your teacher decided to mentor the student, and it took a lot of bribing and coaxing for you to convince him to join just one training session, but that’s all you needed.

You stiffened immediately, your eyes glazing over as you become immobile, not even able to process or think properly. You watch the white of your rival’s teeth move, and the next thing you know, you blink, conscious, and off the mat. The stoic male wore a bored expression on his face as your eyes widen in realization, he just brainwashed you.

It was as if a match sparked over you as you glared at him. Lunging forward instantly, taking the purple-haired boy by surprise, you brought your leg up to kick him in the shin as he lost balance. Without giving him a chance to catch his breath, you pounced, both arms wrapping around his torso as you tackled him, or at least tried to. It seemed that Aizawa had been training his student well because the tackle didn’t do anything besides move him backward. Quickly, you leaped back, creating a space.

The boy’s ruffled hair from his night’s sleep and current fight had strands sticking together, slick with sweat. “What, that’s all you got?” Shinso asked, but you bit back a sharp remark, refusing to take the bait again.

Failing to evade the knee that came straight for your abdomen, the impact knocked you back slightly but lacked to knock you down. You were taken aback by his speed and accuracy, and for a second, you wanted to smile at the growth of the male that stood in front of you, it was like he wasn’t the same boy that had lost to Midoriya.

Focusing on the match at hand, you dodged his next onslaught of attacks, moving efficiently to evade them with the slight knowledge of his fighting style from the Sports Festival. Thanking yourself for forcing all those hours you spent training your physical abilities, you moved forward the moment you noticed Shinso starting to take labored breaths from his never-ending assaults. However, before you could even register what was happening, Shinso loosened the material around his neck, effectively capturing you amid some ridiculously strong bandages. With the help of the capture tape, he swung you around, gathering momentum before releasing you. Before you were thrown off the mat, though, you grabbed the white scarf and pulled yourself safely in bounds.

With record speed, you raced across to meet Shinso, the capture material moving forward to shield its wielder from an attack, but you abruptly shot your arm up, tensing the male’s muscles you pushed it out of your way, continuing your route to the lilac haired male. Using your remaining strength before your sight dotted from vertigo, a drawback to your Quirk, you used both of your arms to grasp onto his, crouching you flip him over.

Falling flat on the mat, you heaved a breath and closed your eyes to regulate the spottiness surrounding you. When you heard shuffling, you peaked an eye open, pointedly-eyeing the hovering male.

“You’ve gotten better,” you commented.

Shinso let out a soft chuckle. “You’re not half bad,” he countered, crossing his arms before adding, “besides when you became a sore loser and just hopped back in here without a word.”

You gave him a non-threatening pointed look, “hey! I forgot about the brainwashing bit for a second there. Can you blame me?”

Scoffing, you took his outreached hand and pulled yourself up with his combined effort.

“I mean for a rival, that was just sad,” mused Shinso, running a hand through his hair, tufts of purple sticking out in random directions, suiting him.

The corners of your mouth lifted up into a smile, a slight stinging sensation from the cut on your lip from the fight somehow, but you didn’t care as your smile widened into a brilliant grin since Shinso finally acknowledged you. “Rival, huh?” you laughed, feeling absolutely delirious.

After Shinso acknowledged you as his rival, you both became training partners and soon enough close friends. Before either of you knew it, you were already in your second year at U.A., and your purple-haired friend had been accepted into the hero course.

You’re not exactly sure when you started developing feelings for the boy. Maybe it was the moment he exposed his perfectly aligned teeth, glowing with happiness and hope. Or it was his innate ability to spark a conversation with anyone, despite having a reserved and calm attitude. Even stating that he had no interest in making friends, yet you swiveled your way in and surrounded him with support, along with Kaminari, the greenette, Midoriya, and even the cerulean blue-eyed Monoma. Or it’s his aspiration to usurp anyone who walked the same path as him to become a Pro. Either way, there was no denying the flutters roaming around in your stomach.

As you heaved, trying to catch your breath, your exercise friend was doing the same, but talking about something, you weren’t really paying attention to his words. Just hearing his voice made your stomach tingle and your heart beat erratically in your chest so hard that it felt it’d burst. You followed the beads of sweat trickle down his face and run onto his lips, focusing how the red of his tongue would peak out to catch the salty droplets.

When your eyes met, you swore that your heart thumped so hard that it was audible, even for him. His eyes, those deep magenta orbs that could tell a whole story just by looking at them, felt like you were injected with liquid adrenaline into your bloodstream, and the entire zoo grew rampant in your chest. Shinso’s cat-like eyes felt like looking into the sun for too long-- a maze you could get lost in and soon enough be blinded by. He was so effortlessly looking handsome.

And his hands. The same slender ones that have been on you time and time again, training after training. The image of his hands brushing against your own as you walk flickers throughout your mind, growing into a daydream of your own intertwining. Suddenly you speak, “Hitoshi, I like you.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise at your confession, mouth ajar, and hand frozen on his capture material. The intensity of his gaze put a crack in your steely disposition as you glance the other way. “But don’t worry. I don’t expect you to say anything, I just wanted to get that off my chest.

You watched as Shinso grinned, shaking his head in disbelief, his arm rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He wasn’t one to smile much, never having much reason to and the fact that it took too much effort. But every time you spoke, you somehow made the corners of his mouth tug upwards each time. You didn’t merely speak words with no meaning behind. With every word you spoke, they were curt, straight to the point, and your conversations didn’t need the time-consuming falsehood of small talk. So, it was no surprise when you bluntly admit your feelings to your crush.

Like you promised, you never forced Shinso to speak up about your confession, not once asking if he felt the same way. You guys’ relationship continued to grow without a hitch, but that never stopped you from making flirtatious remarks with the male from time to time. A cheeky grin permanently painted across your face every time you were with him.

Scrambling up to your feet, you hurriedly made your way over to him despite your aching muscles. Clasping your hands around his neck in a chock-hold, you used your legs, dropping him on the ground right then and there.

“What were you saying about beating me?” you asked, laughing in between pants.

After three years of regular quirkless and quirkful combat with Shinso, you both had improved drastically every battle with one another. It took you everything to drop him over your shoulder like before, but you collapsed on the ground next to him, panting as soon as you did.

“I’m going to kick your ass,” Shinso retorted, looking at you. Picking up on your exhaustion, he rolled over, immediately entrapping you with his weight as he grabbed both arms with his own, pinning you down.

“That’s not fair! The match was already over,” you pouted, however made no effort to push him off. He grinned, breathing out, his breath fanning over your face. It took mere seconds for him to realize the close proximity of your two faces, his own heating up, instantly taking on a rose hue. He hastily scrambled off of you, looking away as he tried to calm his face.

“Damn, I was hoping to be wrapped in your arms for longer,” you teased, whipping a fake tear delicately from your face.

He coughed at your words, choking on the water as his head snaps at you from the comment, hints of pink still present on his cheek. “Huh? Wha--”

“Relax,” you scoffed, propping yourself up with your elbows. “I’m just fucking with you.” As you made your way to your bags that were thrown onto the floor, you patted the male’s toned back as to acquiesce that everything’s alright. But before you can maneuver around him, Shinso’s hand latches itself on your wrist.

“Wait,” he murmurs, pulling you toward him. You make no move to pull away, feeling safe and secure in his arms, not the edge of intensity that comes with dancing with danger in your daily life as a hero-in-training. Subconsciously, you find yourself leaning into Shinso’s embrace, even more, an affectionate smile on his face.

He tugs your cheek softly. “I like you too.” You stay silent, holding your breath as the pad of his thumb brushes against the skin he just pulled, and fingertips lightly grazing your jaw, you find yourself leaning into his palm, the ends of your lips tipping up slightly. You two focus on one another’s eyes, and all your common sense shuts down because the attention he’s giving you his startling, the vibrant violet of his orbs near closer, stealing your breath.

You brought your hands to the back of his neck, and in an instant, his lips found yours with a content sigh. Your eyes flutter shut, and even in darkness, you see light exploding. Although his movements were gentle and slow, his lips were firm, the two of you moving in perfect sync, sending shivers down your back. With each move, the blurred lines of your friendship beginning to clear, forming something new entirely. Parting your lips, you sighed as he slowly pulled away from the kiss, his lips plump and red.

Fluttering your eyes open, you find Hitoshi wearing a sweet smile on his face, filled with affection. His smile was one of happiness growing, much like spring flowers. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. While your heart was pounding, and your lips were still pulsing from the way he kissed you, the silly smile never fell from your face.

“Finally.”

You and Shinso have been dating for five years now, debuting and growing as Pro Heroes. As time passed, your love for him got even stronger. Whenever he looked at you, it was like every ounce of air was taken from your lungs, floating in the sky like a midnight smoke cloud. Every time your lips tangled, the world would stop, leaving just the two of you wandering the earth together. When the two of you cuddle, and he holds your face between his hands, it’s like he’s keeping you in an eternity of security.

When the two of you were patrolling the streets, you came across chaos and panicked citizens. In the distance, there were flickering flames that hinted something deadly.

“Stay near me, (Y/N), and be careful,” Hitoshi announced as you catch up to his hurried pacing, nodding in acknowledgment, walking right into the heat of battle. The scene you were met with was unlike the disarray clues you had witnessed from the running citizens earlier.

All around, you could see the burning of bright orange flames as they devoured everything in their path. Your nose scrunched up in alarm from the smell of charred concrete and ash as they dusted the air. The moment you observed your surroundings, you wished you hadn’t. You narrowed your eyes as a menacing creature hovered around a horde of panicked civilians that desperately tried to scramble away. The beast had an ugly beak head with wings and extra limbs, and bloodlust radiating out of its beady eyes. It’s what every Pro has been acquainted with, a Nomu.

“Ready?” he grunted, quickening his pace to match yours.

“Always,” you answered, reaching out an arm, and in an instant, you immobilized the Nomu-like creature grasping hold of one of the unfortunate bystanders, your boyfriend running by you with his capture scarf in tow.

You rushed over to the person ungracefully falling with its captor. Grabbing the man’s arm, you slung him over your shoulder as you hauled him to safety. The man gasped out a thank you, slumping over a wall a fair distance away from the fighting, trying to catch his breath.

When you ran back into action, you and Hitoshi captured villains, the Nomu, and protected citizens. Multiple other heroes had arrived at the scene at this point, and the creature had been dragged out of by policemen, sirens echoing down the streets.

You had been rambling to your boyfriend about your costume, mentioning that you’d need to see Hatsume soon for some upgrades, but as you glanced over at him, you recognized the far offness in his eyes.

“Hitoshi?” you ask with furrowed brows, snapping your finger in front of him.

He blinks, his hands finding purchase around your waist. He pulls you closer as he nudges his head between your neck, and you wrap your arms around him. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair. Pulling back slightly, he reaches for your hands, interlocking them. A light smile adorned your face as you looked into his unblinking dark purple eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

Now, as you stand in front of your soon to be husband, you feel the way your heartbeat picks up while your lungs fill with more air, but at the same time, you feel incredibly light. This is it. You’re seriously going to marry the love of your life.

There is so much to admire about him like his raw honesty. The way his words spill out real slow as if the truth can take its time. There’s like a force behind them, yet the kind that is respectful and quiet-- an observant and patient determination. He supports your pure, unadulterated personality, the good and bad. But of everything, it was looking in his eyes you loved the most. That’s all you ever needed to connect, just you and him, eyes, no words.

“You may now kiss.”

Shinso ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, gently drawing you closer to him, placing both hands on either side of your face. You two share a brief but deep kiss, yet you two are still grinning afterward as cheers from friends and families surround the two of you like magic, causing you to shiver in complete pleasure and ecstasy.

In a world of chaos, the two of you find a place where togetherness means peace, where savage winds cease, and no clouds can block the warmth of the brightening rays.

And neither of you would want to have it any other way.

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Title: By Moonlight Pairing: Implied Prince!Vernon (Seventeen) x (GN) Mage!Reader Prompt: CWC Valentines Event - “You’re Important too” Genre: Fluff, High Fantasy AU Warnings: Language WC: 2.3K+ Edits by: Me <3 A/N: Happy Valentines Day @elcie-chxn!! I hope you have a wonderful day, sweetie! Thankfully I wrote this all before the writing half of my brain shut down lol, so i didn’t get to edit this but I’m glad I was at least able to get it done <3 NGL i saw you liked fantasy stuff and just kinda ran with it, so I hope you enjoy!

“His Highness, Prince Vernon, requested your presence.” Those simple words seemed to send your brain into a spiral. You had been working for days on end with practically no breaks, researching and studying so that your work might possibly be seen by the mage’s collective. Sure, being an apprentice to the head mage for King Chwe wasn’t a terrible job, but getting to join the collective would completely change your lot in life. It was all you could focus on, to the point that you had potentially started neglecting your duties to the crown. So you couldn’t imagine that this was a good call.

You tore your eyes away from the documents sprawled out on your workbench, glancing back to face your teacher, Wonwoo, who stood at your door. He looked serious, as usual, but this seemed different and the look seemed to send a wave of anxiety to your gut.

“Of course, thank you for the message. I’ll make myself more presentable and be right out.” You declared. Wonwoo gave you a firm nod, looking as if there was something on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to say and yet he could not get the words past his lips. So he took his leave, pulling the heavy wooden door shut behind him.

You were lucky, having your own private chambers in the palace. Those that weren’t members of the Royal family usually slept in communal rooms, with 4 or 5 people crowded inside small spaces just so that the King could renovate the former chambers into better ballrooms, or something else that could leave his guests in awe. It was disgusting.

It didn’t take you too long to get prepared to go see the Prince. You hadn’t been sleeping regularly, so you were still in your work attire, the mage robes that had been assigned to you when you first arrived as an apprentice when your magic had first revealed itself.

Pacing down the quiet halls of the palace at night was always an eerie thing. Your footsteps echoing against the stone flooring, while the halls were only lit by moonlight and the small lantern in your grasp. You don’t know how the night guards managed to travel the halls every night without fear.

As you traveled down the twisting and turning hallways, you finally stood before the door to the library. It was a grand door, one meant to show that it was a room of knowledge, with beautiful etchings carved into the wood and made to resemble the tree branches that the mahogany used to be. While beautiful, you could only imagine it being insulting to the tree that the door had once been.

Pushing these thoughts aside, you eased the door open and cringed slightly at the loud creaking of the hinges. You would need to tell one of the maids about that later, the King would be furious if he heard such a thing.

Taking a step into the library proper, you called out for the young Prince that had desired your attention.

“Your Highness? You wanted to see me?”

No answer.

Strange. Taking a few more steps, you paced towards the back of the grand library and up the tall stairs to the second flooring. The second floor housed the more...intricate books, that involved things like magic. It was a place you were quite familiar with. As you crept up the stairs you felt your heart almost leap out of your chest as a rather loud sound ripped through the room. A gasp left your lips in shock, fear coursing through your veins, before it happened again and you, foolishly, realised what it was.

“He fell asleep. Bastard called for me, and then fell asleep.” You snorted, following the now softer sounds that were without a doubt coming from the sleeping Prince.

You finally stumbled upon his table, his head resting in the pages of an open book with thick wisps of his sandy brown tresses softly falling onto the parchment and exposing the slight point to his ears. Anyone in the Kingdom could tell he was beautiful, as one of the only known instances of a human and an elf having a child.

For a moment, you debated on waking him up. You knew that he had been studying hard as his coronation ceremony would be in a mere 2 months, but this seemed a bit excessive. Falling asleep in the library was dangerous for a Prince. Though you had to admit, you were a bit jealous. The exhaustion from your long hours of studying and magic use had worn you down, and you longed for a good night’s rest. Sadly, if you wanted to impress the Collective, then you would not see a proper night’s sleep in your near future.

“Your Highness,” your voice soft as air as you reached out to gently nudge his shoulder. A grumble replaced his previous snores, the reaction pulling a small chuckle from you. “It’s rather rude to fall asleep after calling for someone.”

Seeming as if he understood the words despite his exhausted state, he slowly began pushing himself up. An ungloved hand lifted to rub his eyes in an attempt to expedite the process of waking up, though it hardly did him any good. As he adjusted to being awake once more, you took the seat across from him with a small grin etched onto your lips.

“Enjoy your nap, your Highness?”

“I would have enjoyed it more in my bed, but this will do.” He let out a rather undignified yawn, throwing his arms up to stretch the muscles in his shoulders that had tensed from his uncomfortable position. Most people would never get to see this side of the Prince, and yet, you weren’t most people.

“And how many times do I have to say it, just call me Vernon.” He grumbled, his piercing eyes fixing yours with a rather unimpressed look lingering in their gaze.

You found yourself struggling to keep a yawn suppressed, he would just worry after all, if he could tell how hard you were pushing yourself.

“I suppose you’ll just have to keep telling me, your Highness.”

“Okay, that one was just to piss me off wasn’t it?”

You grin grew wider which gave him the only response he needed. He let out yet another, al bet, smaller yawn before closing the book before him and muttering something about drool. When that task was finished his gaze returned to you.

“You didn’t come to dinner tonight.” It wasn’t a question, obviously, he knew you weren’t there. It had been a rule that the head mage and their apprentice would be allowed to dine with the Royal family one night per week. You weren’t sure why the rule was in place and it seemed rather odd, especially with the King’s temperament, to allow simple mages to dine with him. Usually at that dinner you were given much better food than if you were simply going to the kitchens to dine, so you never complained even when the atmosphere in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

“I wasn’t feeling all that hungry. I was just going to grab a snack from the kitchens before bed,” Not exactly a lie, it was true that you were going to grab something from the kitchens but you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight, not when you were so close to a break through on your latest spell attempt.

“Or last week.” His eyes narrowed a bit as he watched for your reaction, examining as your eyes flickered away from him. It was as if he could read you like a book. Though that was to be expected with how long he had known you. It seemed just like yesterday you were arriving at the castle, your hands gripping tightly to your mothers skirts. She had been hired as a cook and because of that your little family was allowed shelter in the castle. It was a completely new experience for you, and was much bigger than the shack you had lived in while in the village. The stone walls seemed to climb on forever, so close to the sky that you had to crane your neck to even see the tops of them.

That was how you had met the young Prince. Your eyes had been glued to the sky, following the lines of the stone walling as you trailed behind your mother as the two of you tended to the castle’s gardens. As you had been walking, your frame rammed into none other than Prince Vernon himself.

Your mother had been beside herself with anger at you, and fear of upsetting the young Prince, but the boy laughed it off and invited you to play with him and the other royal children that had been visiting. You agreed, of course, and never looked back.

“I was working that night. Wonwoo had asked me to craft a particular potion, and I had messed it up right before dinner...so I stayed to fix it.”

A scoff left the young Prince’s lips, his eyes rolling at your lie. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest, as he fixed his gaze onto you. You had always had your suspicions that the Prince was teaching himself magic, but you weren’t too sure until you heard a familiar phase leave his lips.

“Veritas Patere.” His eyes flashed the familiar blue that you were so used to seeing in your own iris’ when performing magic. A cold rush ran through your skin, leaving gooseflesh in its wake as the spells effects began.

“Why weren’t you at dinner?” His question was spoken confidently, his tone demanding an answer despite the fact that it didn’t need to. The spell was doing the ‘demanding’ for him.

“I was studying, working on a new spell to send to the Mage’s Collective.” The truth slipped from your lips without any hesitation, a stark contrast from before. You hadn’t expected the Prince’s magic to be this strong, usually beginner mages had a much more difficult time casting truth spells of this level. Yet it seemed to be nothing to him.

“Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”

This question caught you off guard, he had gotten the answer he wished for so why didn’t he dispel the magic? Why was this even a question in his mind when he had much more important things to think of, his coronation being one of them.

“Getting this spell working is the only thing that matters right now. If I don’t get this spell perfected by the time of your coronation, then I failed as a mage and won’t be allowed to take over Master Wonwoo’s position.” Vernon’s face twisted in confusion at this answer, his eyes still holding the faint glow of magic in them. You could tell that the spell wouldn’t last much longer as the light dimmed, he didn’t have enough energy to keep it going.

“What do you mean? I thought the position would transfer to you once I was crowned?” Of course he wouldn’t know. The collective was a secretive bunch and didn’t give their secrets out to just anyone, not even royalty. There were certain rules in place though, rules you weren’t supposed to share and yet you found the words slipping from your lips at the behest of his spell.

“When a new King or Queen gets crowned, their old head mage will be succeeded by their apprentice and they will be sent on to a different Kingdom. The only exception is if the apprentice has yet to prove themselves to the collective.” You confessed, were it not for the spell keeping your eyes connected to his, you would have looked away in shame. It was like a magnet, keeping your gaze firmly connected with his and you felt your gut sink as you watched his expression change from confusion, into one of mild understanding and frustration.

“If I don’t do something to prove myself, then you will be assigned a different mage and I will have to follow Wonwoo to his next assignment before I can try again.” As the last words left your lips, you watched the glowing blue finally dissipate from his rich brown eyes. You usually loved his eyes, and could get lost in them as the two of you chatted with one another, but now you found yourself practically shrinking beneath his gaze.

“This is too important for me to mess up, Vernon.” He was too important, and you didn’t want to get taken away from him. Thankfully, with the spell gone, you weren’t forced to reveal such a secret to the young Prince. Despite this, it almost seemed as if he could tell what you were thinking at that moment.

His hands reached across the table to grasp your own that had been resting against the wood. His calloused thumbs gently rubbed circles on the tops of your hands as he squeezed them, trying to comfort you in anyway he could. It...helped your anxiety a bit, but couldn’t stop the sense of dread you had been feeling since the announcement of his Coronation.

“Well, you’re important too.” He declared, pulling your hands closer to him. His lips ghosting over your knuckles, causing your heart to practically stop in your chest. “What do you think will happen if you get sick because you’re not taking care of yourself? You’re not just some mage to me, you know that right?”

His tone was soft, and caused a swarm of butterflies to take flight in your belly. You weren’t quite sure he was aware of the effect he had on you, but you were almost certain he could hear the rapid pounding of your heart as he firmly pressed his lips to the top of one of your hands. Pulling away he looked up at you, his gaze hooded as he was practically set aglow by the moonlight pouring from the large windows.

“So you better start taking care of yourself.”

You weren’t sure if that was a threat or not, but you would do it. After all, if he thought you were important enough to take care of...then you surely must be.

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aquietwritingcorner · 3 years

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Embers of Revelation

Author: RealityBreakGirl/aquietlearningcorner Word Count: 1585 Rating: T Prompt: FMA Big Bang 2021 Warnings: Child abuse/neglect Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Jean Havoc, Heymans Breda, Vato Falman, Kain Fuery, Black Hayate Pairing: Royai Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Family Chapter: Epilogue of 7 Summary: Tasked by Fuhrer Grumman to investigate a suspected alchemic incident, General Mustang’s team finds themselves stranded in Hawkeye’s hometown. Needing a place to stay, they find themselves taking shelter in her childhood home. However, her past can’t stay buried there, and as revelations come to light, they also bring embers of danger with them. Sequel to Embers in a Wounded Heart AO3 || ff.net

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Epilogue

Riza looked out the window of her apartment, her arms wrapped around herself. Her pink sweater was draped over her shoulders. Rebecca kept offering to replace it, saying it was out of style at this point, but she refused. Riza took good care of it. She made sure to. It had been one of the first things she had bought for herself, after she left home. It was comforting, and she wasn’t ready to give it up. It was her choice to buy it, and that was a reminder that she was someone beyond the choices that others had made for her.

She heard soft footsteps behind her, but she didn’t turn around. She knew who it was, and she knew that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. He didn’t even want to startle her right now with the state she was in and the way she was armed.

“Riza?” Roy called out her voice softly. “Are… Can I get you anything?”

She was quiet for a bit and didn’t turn around. After a moment, she glanced over her shoulder, back at Roy. He was worried about her, that much was clear, and honestly? He had reason to be. She was worried about her too.

“Part of me keeps wondering—what if I just got you to burn the rest of it off.”

She saw the horror enter his eyes, which was mutely reflected in his expression. “Riza—no! No, I won’t do that to you!”

She sighed and looked down. “I know,” she said. “I know you won’t. And—” she looked back up, sharpness in her words. “Just so you know, no, I am not contemplating ways to do it myself.”

She had told him that the first time around. She had told him that she would find a way to remove the tattoo herself if he didn’t burn it off. They had both known that any attempts alone would likely kill her. He had been horrified. At the time, she honestly hadn’t minded, feeling that, if she died, then that was her penance for her sins.

Looking back, she could clearly see that she had not been in a good frame of mind. But then again, few of them coming back from the war had been. Even Hughes, for all of his jovial behavior, had his problems as well. The three of them had helped teach other through enough hard nights that they couldn’t go to anyone else about. Bless Gracia for never begrudging them that.

“What are you going to do, then?” Roy asked her, moving to stand right in front of her. He wasn’t demanding of her, but questioning, allowing her to take the lead, which she appreciated.

“…I don’t know,” she said. “Be paranoid.” It was half a joke, but it was also true. She was already double checking her door and windows constantly and was armed all of the time. She had taken to hiding a few more guns around, and anytime she went out she was hyper aware.

Roy frowned. “You can’t keep living like that.”

“I know,” she said. “But I also can’t not. Roy, a man tried to kidnap me to get to my father’s research. He was going to take me somewhere, to someone, some group, and have them try to learn the secrets of flame alchemy from it—from me. From me, Roy! It’s the thing I’ve fought against since it was put on my back.” She let her head drop to his shoulder, and he was immediately wrapping his arms around her. “I can’t escape, Roy. I try and try, but I can’t escape my father’s grasp.”

He held her tightly, holding her as closely as he could, and she leaned into it, her hands grasping him back.

“…I can’t let it happen,” she said, half whispering it out as he held her. “I can’t—Roy, I can’t let that happen. I—”

“Shh,” Roy held her tightly, and even rocked her a little. “Come here,” he pulled her with him, over to the kitchen chairs, and sat her down, staying close to her. “Listen, Riza… I’m not going to let that happen, alright? I’m not going to let anyone put their hands on you, I’m not going to let anyone use your father’s knowledge against your wishes. Not even me.”

She looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. “But how? Roy, how are you going to prevent it.”

He paused, thinking a moment. “We won’t leave you alone. You go somewhere, one of use will go with you. See if maybe Catalina can stay with you a while,” he paused, and lifted a hand to her cheek. “I’d love to stay with you. But…”

She leaned into his hand. “I know,” she said.

“And I promise you, we’ll find these people he was connected to. We’ll find them, and we’ll make sure they can’t do anything with you or with anyone else ever again. We’ll stop them.” He vowed. “But we’ll make sure you stay protected. And I’ll be trying to find a way to remove that tattoo that won’t hurt you, that won’t cause you problems.” He tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. “I promise you, Riza Hawkeye, that I will do everything in my power to make sure you and the secret of flame alchemy are protected.”

“Thank you,” she said, and closed her eyes as he gathered her in his arms again.

A large part of her still wanted to panic about this. It was hard not to. She was scared, so scared, and it was a deep seeded, old fear, one that her father had put on her as a young woman. It was one that had rested with her most of her life. She had thought herself fairly safe, but now? Now she wasn’t sure.

“…I think that I might can spare one night with you,” Roy said. “I mean, it’s late. If I just happen to fall asleep here, well, we have just gotten back from a long trip, and you were injured during it. I think it would be excusable.”

She gave him a brief smile, although it didn’t quite have the power it usually did. “We’ll have to make up the couch for you,” she said. He looked mildly disappointed, at least until she continued. “After all, if someone comes calling, we’ll need it to look right.”

“It’ll need to look slept in,” he pointed out.

“We’ll let Hayate take care of that,” she said. Her smiled dropped a bit. “Roy…” her fingers intertwined with his. “Just hold me tonight.”

He put a kiss on her forehead. “Of course, Riza,” he said. “I planned on it.”

He stood up then, and gently tugged her up and out of the chair. They went, together, and made up the couch, made it look as if it had been slept in, and deposited Hayate there before they retired to her room. The little pup didn’t seem to mind so much. He seemed to be glad that they would be spending the night together, actually.

They changed, turned down her bed, and then crawled under the blankets. They were thick and warm, and it had a protective feeling to Riza, as if nothing could get her while she was buried under them. The weight of them was comforting. They weren’t something that would just be thrown or flung back without it being noticed.

Roy snuggled up to her, a hand going around her waist as he tugged her closer, holding onto her from behind. He fit himself snuggly against her back, holding her to him. It felt good, it felt right, it felt like this was the way that it was supposed to be. It reminded Riza of nights as children, looking up at the stars and falling asleep together. It reminded her of nights at her childhood home, just the two of them, when he would pull up to her like this after a night of studying her back, wanting to pamper her after all that she was letting him do. It reminded her of nights in Ishval when all either of them wanted was a reminder that they had been something more than the killing machines they now were. It reminded her of midnight visits to the Hughes’s home, accidently going on the same night, and sleeping there, together, knowing that neither of their friends would say a word.

It reminded her of safety, and of a steadfast, unshakable love that she had never dreamed had existed all those years ago, let alone for someone like her. For some who’s own father didn’t even want her, didn’t even think of her as more then something to be used.

It reminded her that she wasn’t alone.

She had Roy. She had Becca. She had Havoc. She had Breda. She had Falman. She had Fuery. She had Hayate. She was far from alone in this situation.

And so Riza Hawkeye breathed in, breathed out, and settled down, letting the warmth of Roy hold and protect her.

“I’ve got your back,” he said, half in a whisper, and a smile touched her lips.

“I wouldn’t trust it to anyone else,” she said, and while there was a double meaning in that, she knew that he would also hear her words of love in it.

And so, with his reassurance, Riza Hawkeye fell asleep, hoping for a new day to bring hope.

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bibbykins · 4 years

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Thrills Found On Solid Ground (M)

A/N: I snagged a work at home job! (yay!) Less hours though, which is bittersweet. I will be a little strapped for cash, so I will link my ko-fi below and anything helps, really. I am considering opening up comisions, if anyone would like that, let me know! Less hours means way more time to write so color me a happy camper. As way to celebrate positive changes, and in honor of me putting in my two weeks at my current job, enjoy the next installment in the Soft Yandere BTS fics! Let me know how you feel about it, and I hope you enjoy.

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst if you squint a bit

Word Count: 9.4k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: yandere tendencies, toxic traits, obsessive and posessive male, subtly unhealthy relationship, vaginal sex, cunnilingus

Summary: You had always been an idiot, you mistook this as being a risk-taker, a wild adrenaline junkie. As a result, you found yourself on some dating app, then on a bad date, then on a skywalk 1,000 ft above ground. Looking down, you felt impending doom, clutching to anything, or anyone, you could. You couldn’t have known the stanger you clutched onto, in the middle of two skyscrapers, too high above solid ground, had no plans to let you go.

The sky was clear, the wind combed through your scalp gently, and you watched the world below go about their daily routine. It was a cool day with an overcast, especially for summer, and you would have much rather stayed inside to witness it.

The sky was an ocean to drown in, the air was unbelievably thin, and the people below just looked like little ants to squash with your body hurling to the concrete.

What the fuck were you doing up here?!

You never take risks like this. The harness was choking you out and all you wanted to do was lay down in bed, but here you were: 2,000 ft above your comfort zone and shaking in the middle of log suspended in the sky, the next step looking farther and farther.

It was a dumb idea to put adrenaline junkie in you online dating profile. It was even dumber of you to try and live up to it.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was making his merry way along the gapped bridge. He was in black slacks and a gray button-up, feeling a bit silly with the harnas as well as he walked along in his Oxfords. It was the perks of being a PR head, enjoying the more wild attractions sponsored by the company he was executive for. However, this time, he was to see if this was worthwhile to put the company's name on. Ever the stickler, he only ever trusted his opinion on the matter and not a subordinate's.

He hopped along each log with a small smile, dimples prominent. Yes, he was enjoying himself, but he did feel quite ludicrous in his work clothes hopping along the city skyline. He was still having a good experience, it was serene yet daring, he could see the prospective hype. He felt almost like-

“I'm gonna die!” Namjoon jumped at the pure panic less than five feet behind him, causing him to turn around and bear witness to the scene you hadn't intended to make.

There you were, lip quivering, knees shaking, body quaking entirely as your hands searched desperately for something to hold you steady, “I'm the biggest fucking idiot!” You wailed as staff members began to strap themselves in to retrieve you. However, when the bridge shook with one of their jumps onto the bridged, you begged them to stop, the tears pouring from your face in a way Namjoon had never seen, or bothered to look at before.

It was a pitiful sight, really. You were a pretty girl, and judging by your presentation, only did this as a way to boost confidence. In his study of you, Namjoon hadn't noticed the way you hopped onto his log the moment he was about to turn around. You grasped his hand and he could feel the gravity of your fear.

“Hey, hey.” Your eyes were screwed shut on the log as you held this strangers hand, his voice trying to bring you back to reality, “You… alright?” You shook your head.

For the first time in his life, Namjoon had no knowledge of what to do. A girl was shaking violently and looking to him, of all people, to soothe her. At work, most people avoided his eyes in fear of being reprimanded. He was domineering and had a demanding presence, but here you were, demanding some comfort from him.

“I'm stupid.” You mumbled as you pushed your head into his chest, making a blush of shock and embarrassment bloom on his cheeks. He wasn’t used to such skinship, let alone from a woman. This was more intimate than his run-of-the-mill tussle in the sheets with one-night stands. He should be shoving you away, but you were so, so, soft. “This is why I never leave my house.”

There was something endearing about the odd scenario that Namjoon fought down. He had been through such a song and dance. He's been the love at first sight guy and it never went well. He was not a boy anymore, he was a businessman, one of the most intimidating executives, and yet, you clung to him like a ledge keeping you upright.

Namjoon didn't know what else to do but comfort you as he embraced you shaking form in his arms, “I doubt it,” He spoke softly, “What's your name?” He didn't know what he was doing, but this felt right enough.

“Y/n, you?” You jumped when you felt the bridge move, squeezing the stranger before you a little harder, making yourself cringe at how unsightly you were being, sighing out in a labored cry, “I’m so annoying.” You whimpered.

In reality, Namjoon should let the workers come retrieve you. The logical part of him knew this much. This was more than likely not an uncommon occurrence and they were trained to do this sort of rescue mission. Even so, he wasn't ready to relinquish his rights as safe haven to someone who carelessly shook the bridge and you to the very core.

Namjoon glared to the worker, gesturing to the sign that demanded only two people on the bridge at a time, to which the worker retracted, “Namjoon.” He felt a wave of inexplicable panic crash through him when he felt your grip loosen from his shirt, “Are you ready to walk-”

You shook your head, “I'm an idiot for even getting up here.” Evidently, you couldn't think straight.

“You certainly don't seem like an idiot.” His deep voice soothed your racing thoughts, “Maybe a little naive but-”

“Tell me about it.” You breathed a shaky laugh, “Would you believe me if I told you I was on a date?”

His jaw tightened. Who in their right mind would consider this a good date idea for a recluse? He scanned the area only to see an irritated guy shaking his head before proceeding to the exit. Good. He would only get in the way.

“First one too, so I don't see a second one happening.” You chuckled a bit, enjoying the feeling of the mystery man rubbing your back, “Considering I look more like yours.”

Mine. Mine. Mine. It didn't have a bad ring to it. Maybe the isolation kept his sanity at bay as the smell of your hair grew more and more intoxicating.

“And especially since you've found a new date during it.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and the flirting distracted you from the way he picked you up ever so slightly and took a step towards the next log. His legs were long enough to walk over the gap of sky you so feared.

“What a terrible date you're on then.” You giggled a bit, eyes simply closed as opposed to slammed shut.

“I beg to differ.” He took another step as you were none the wiser, “I've known you for less than an hour and I'm already thinking of where our next one will be.” Now the only thing keeping your eyes closed was the embarrassment of the effect his deep voice had on you.

“H-Hopefully not stranded in the middle of two skyscrapers.” You offered a chuckle as Namjoon made it across to the last step.

“Who's stranded?” His smug voice prompted you to look down only to see concrete. Sweet, sweet concrete.

The shriek of joy you let out when you noticed the stable ground under you was reward enough for Namjoon. When you wrapped your arms around his neck to engulf him in your form, it was bliss, “You're a magician!” You gushed, “I didn't even notice! I barely even felt it! I can't believe I'm alive!” Never in his life had Namjoon seen someone so expressive and fearlessly full of emotion. You went as far as kissing his check, “My fucking hero right here!” You squealed.

Namjoon's body almost seized when he felt your soft lips on his face. You were indeed naive, however, he quite enjoyed what it meant for him. The feeling of your body against his and lips on his face was addicting. He didn't want to let you go. Ever. You were a feeling he had been chasing for what feels like years and he didn't even know it. You were a missing chunk to a fulfilling life he thought he had. He could not let you walk to ground level without a promise to see you again, and again, and again, and-

“Holy moly!” Your gasp snapped Namjoon back to the present. Your eyes were wide as you scanned his face, “You're so pretty!” Your hands cupped his face, “You're like straight out of a romance novel.” You mused mindlessly, you evidently had no filter or sense of personal space. He wondered if you grew up deprived of personal touch or with it all along. Namjoon lost himself in the wonder you held in your eyes. You had a certain innocence that he couldn't quite understand, so trusting. It was in his starlorn gaze that you shook yourself back to reality, “Oh my, I am making a terrible first impression.” You murmured, hands beginning to robotically retract only to have Namjoon hold them in place, “Just touching on you like that, so creepy.” You scolded yourself.

“I beg to differ.” He mused and you realized how well his voice fit his adonis-like face. His smile was warm, making you forget the chill of being up so high. His thumb stroked the back of your hand, “You're hands are… soft.” It was a warm smile with two of the cutest dimples you've seen to accompany it.

“I'm a sculptor-artist-uh-person.” You fumbled through the sentence, not wanting to seem like you're bragging or assigning a title to yourself, “Hence the touching, your facial proportions are really pleasing to the eye and-”

“So are yours.” The giggle that left your mouth was embarrassing to say the least. Never had you been this blatantly flirted with. Never had you liked flirting this much.

“You’re trying to make me swoon right off this roof, huh?” You smiled as you wiped the dried tears around your eyes, trying to salvage whatever makeup was left.

“If there’s anything I've proven today,” He leaned down to look you in the eyes, “It’s that the only way I’m letting you fall,” He brought his mouth to your ear and you shivered, “is if it’s for me.”

“You’re silly.” You broke out into a contagious smile.

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“And just like that, he enchanted me.” You sighed willfully, “He’s really such a prince.” You mused, eyes closing to envision him, “We've been kinda seeing each other for a little over three months, and it’s been great, so I’m trying to surprise him today with a cute coffee break at work, but I’ve never seen him in action in the serious business world, so I’m nervous.”

The barista at the counter gave you an uneasy smile, “That’s nice, ma’am, so uh… would that be with cream and sugar?”

Your eyes snapped open, “Sorry, right, coffee,” You smacked your cheeks lightly.

“You’re holding up the line!” A man groaned behind you as the other two people behind him avoided eye contact.

“Like yelling at me is gonna make me go faster!” You retorted before turning to the barista, “Yes, please, sorry.” You smiled and he returned it before handing you your tray with two coffee cups and a scone accompanied by a chocolate croissant, “Thank you!” You called as you walked out of the shop, throwing a glare to the man, “Have a great day.” You quipped to him before making your way into the main floor of the skyscraper.

The secretary seemed to assume you were Namjoon’s assistant and informed you that he was on floor 27 and in meeting room 2. You didn’t bother to correct her, instead, you sent her a bright smile as you made your plight to the 27th floor. Your stomach was churning and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the climb or the impromptu date you were trying to have. What if he was embarrassed by you? He was evidently out of your league, even if he never made you feel like that was the case. He was the most gentle and kind man you had ever encountered, but he did say he was different at work. Would he not want you here? Were you being too clingy? He did say he missed you this morning, but he also could have been just saying that. It had only been a couple weeks since you have been dating and he hadn't even kissed your lips yet. Maybe he saw you as more of a friend instead of what you wanted. Maybe you should just go home.

The ding of the elevator told you it was too late to turn back now.

You put on a brave face as you turned a couple of corners to find meeting room 2. You opted to wait until the meeting was over prior to going on. At least that was the plan, until the door swung open to hit your head reveal a string of stiff men and women all leading up to a very straight-faced Namjoon. The man who opened the door seemed to be sweating with a fearful look in his eyes as you rubbed your head.

“Ow, sorry.” You murmured, “Definitely my fault for standing so close-”

“Hwang, what is the matter now…” Namjoon's stern voice quickly trailed off as he met your eyes. The hardness in his eyes immediately softened, only to harshen when he noticed one hand rubbing your head and a look of pain crossing your face, “Meeting is adjourned, we will continue after lunch.” Namjoon spoke up to the bewildered room as he strode to your side, replacing your hand with his as he swiftly took the carrier from your other hand, “Maybe then you will have something worthy of my time to show me.” He quipped as he walked you wordlessly to his office. You took note of the shiver that ran down each of the employee's spines, none of them even taking note of your experience with their heads down in shame or fear, or both.

Namjoon's office was spacious to say the least, most likely half of your apartment. He was so silent you had wondered if you made him angry too. However, as soon as the door shut, he placed the tray on a coffee table and pulled you into a hug, placing a kiss on your head, “Joonie-”

“Are you alright?” He mumbled on the small bump you were developing. You were bewildered at the sudden affection. It was a definite switch from the scary businessman you encountered earlier, “Sweet pea?”

You snapped out of your thoughts with a small jolt, “Yeah, it's just a little dink.” You smiled softly against his chest, “Nothing to fret over.” You sighed softly in his embrace as a smirk grew on your face, “Sweet pea, huh?”

His chest vibrated with a small chuckle as he loosened his grip to look at you properly. His hands cradled your face as he stared at you with a genuine smile, the one you knew and loved, “Sweet pea indeed.” He hummed, “I find it suits you well.” You felt your face heat at this and your face told Namjoon the situation on its own as his smile grew more smug, “So, what has you gifting me with your presence today?”

Namjoon was always happy to see you. Admittedly, too happy. He felt himself falling into a certain love for you that he found to be timed way too soon. He felt his emotions begin to scare him, and he felt a strong need to fire the idiot that hit you with the door. However, when you were with him, everything was okay, just like you said it was. You were the master to his emotions and it terrified him.

“I wanted to surprise you with a small coffee date.” You chirped, “Surprise?” You presented the coffee on the table with a small smile.

Namjoon sat the both of you down on the white leather couch he had in his office, “Thank you.” He was the first to break the silence and you returned it with a quaint smile, “However, I can't help but feel like you're muting yourself.”

You were stiff as a board when he said that. Initially, it was a surprise date, but the elevator ride gave you time to doubt everything. Ideally, you wanted to get clarification on what Namjoon wanted from you, but the words were like a lump of clay in the back of your throat. If you said one, they would all come out.

“Well, it's stupid, really.” You nervously let out a small chuckle, “Childish, possibly?” Your eyes were transfixed on the leather below you.

His hand went to grip your chin and pull your eyes back go him. Your gaze was a drug, “Give me your thoughts, sweet pea.”

You shivered as you looked into his eyes, “I just want to know if… you like me, like I like you.” You forced out, only to try to turn your head away in vain due to his grip, “Oh, I feel silly.” You struggled for a moment, only to huff, "What do you think about me?"

Namjoon fought the urge to clench his jaw. The truthful answer to your question wasn't healthy. He needed more time to work through his intense emotions for you prior to acting on them. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you roughly, pin you to this couch, and have you feel what he thought about after each of your dates. However, he should not, by any means, feel the need to do such. And yet, he did. The way you made him feel so needed and the way he craved you so intensely in return was intoxicating.

He, instead, gave you a polite smile as he took a sip of his coffee, "I think you're adorable." Not technically a lie, but not the full truth you wanted.

Namjoon looked down at the scone, missing your dejected face. What the hell did that mean? Did he not see you as a woman? Were you just his cute friend? Had you been that childish, pining after a man who did not feel the same? You quickly shook the thoughts when Namjoon looked at you and you returned the smile. He noticed how it wasn't nearly as bright as usual and your eyes didn't hold its usual sparkle. Had he done something wrong?

The date, you were less and less sure whether or not to even call it such, went on just as all your others had.

"So how is your exhibition coming along?" He asked as he sipped the coffee.

You smiled and melted at the dimples that came when he returned it, "It's a process," You droned, "Being an artist is all fun and games until you have to pick which snack table won't clash with your work, and don’t even get me started about the business-y things, so boring." You rolled your eyes, "I know what I’m doing, and I know I’m good at it but I almost wish I had a manager, but isolation has become a part of my aesthetic at this rate."

"Well, you always have me," Your heart tugged, "I could help you, always, even just picking a snack table."

You shook your head politely, "I wouldn't wish that on you, Joon." You joked, "You'd think doing the art would be the hardest part of an exhibit, but the stuffy details are agonizing." You droned on, you always felt so comfortable with Namjoon, even if his unofficial rejection weighed in the back of your mind, "Like, who cares about the champagne or dress code, just buy or enjoy my art." You huffed, "I understand I'm lucky to have a career, but sometimes my passion can feel like such a...job." You sighed, "I sound like a spoiled brat."

Namjoon placed his hand on your head delicately, "As someone around stuffy people, and a stuffy person, I understand it's exhausting." He gave you a reassuring smile, "You're not a brat, you're an artist." He placed a hand on your knee, "You put so much whimsy into the world and deserve to experience that in return."

You giggled at this, "Thank you, but you're not stuffy, Joon," You hesitated for a moment, "Heck, you're the coolest guy I know." You offered in favor of your thoughts swarming around. The pain getting harder and harder to ignore.

You made Namjoon laugh, he made you laugh. You both talked about work, but you chose not to comment on his work persona, less and less confident about what to even say anymore. You said goodbye to Namjoon with a small hug, as you always did, and left wordlessly.

Namjoon couldn't help but have a bad feeling as he watched you step into the elevator. Your lip quivered right before the doors shut. Something happened during your date, and for the first time, he had no idea. He surely had to be blinded by his own feelings for you to properly read you. Suppressing these feelings were evidently affecting him, but it was what he had to do to play the long game.

You began to cry when the elevator doors closed, eyes screwed shut as your shoulders shook with your sobs. Namjoon showed you that you wanted a relationship, and yet, it didn't seem like he wanted one, let alone with you.

"H-Hey, don't cry," A hesitant voice caused you to jump, face detaching from your hands as you turned to face the man from this morning.

"You're that...meanie." You sniffled, evidently confused.

He smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry I was such a prick earlier." He looked uneasy, hand scratching the back of his neck.

You sniffled again, "No, it's not you, I just…" You choked on a sob.

"I doubted it was, but I also doubt I made your day any easier." He spoke softly, "I was visiting my sister at work and she's a nightmare, so I was just taking it out on other people."

"Nobody's perfect." You smiled a bit, before it quickly fell, "Especially me." You whined before sobbing again.

Your sobs were cut off when the man put a hand on your shoulder, "Bad breakup?" You shrugged and he sighed sympathetically, "I know this cry, I do have a sister, ya know?" You lifted your head a bit and his hands wiped the tears that nearly dried on your cheeks, "I can just tell you're a good person." He smiled a bit and you mirrored it, "Any other person would have smacked me sideways earlier, I would've." You breathed a small chuckle that only grew when he grabbed your wrist to make your hand hit his face, "Here, ow." He only ceased when the elevator doors opened to a busy lobby, eyes all on him.

You broke out into full laughter as you both stepped out of the elevator, "Sorry." You giggled to the people in the lobby.

"Nothing to see here." He smiled awkwardly as you both made a bee-line for the exit. When you breached the building you let out a hearty laugh.

"You're funny." You couldn't suppress your laughter.

"Yes, but I'm also Seunghyun, actually." He bowed dramatically.

Your laughter finally died down into a smile, "I'm y/n." You curtsied in response with a chuckle, "Thanks for making me forget about my morning."

"Why don't I give you a better afternoon?" He offered slyly and you paused for a moment. You were more than ready to say no. You had Namjoon after all, right? "I can take you to a nice lunch place and you can take as long as you want to order, I promise." You looked back at the skyscraper. Namjoon was always above you, wasn't he? "I may even pay."

You smiled graciously at Seunghyun, "Of course you will, you owe me." You playfully said, skipping ahead of the stuttering man.

Namjoon sat at his desk, back facing the window where his worst nightmare would be in clear view. Instead, he scrolled lovingly through the texts you both shared. He carefully thought about how to bring up dinner for tonight. Despite not even asking yet, he had already fantasized about what you would wear. Maybe tonight would be the night he would get a kiss from your lips. He sent the text in the midst of his fantasies. Would you wear lipstick-

You said no.

You rejected him.

You said you had a date.

Namjoon stood promptly to avoid crushing his phone with his bare hands. Never in his life had a woman rejected him, and when the one he craved so desperately did, he did not react gracefully. Not that anything he had done upon meeting you had been graceful. Even so, they were merely fail-safes, and he had failed.

He sprung into action immediately, opening his personal laptop to scroll through the contents of your phone. His company owning your phone provider did wonders for your accessibility levels. Even so, you hadn't received any texts. There had been no one else added to your contacts. How did you have a date? Did you lie to him?

Why would you be with someone else? What did he do? He groaned in frustration he didn't understand your more zany emotions.

He lifted his head up in realization. That's it! He needed to understand your emotions. You were one of a kind, but he was as much of a disaster as Yoongi, and Yoongi has a girlfriend.

Namjoon quickly dialed Yoongi's number. The older male answered with a bored, "What?"

"I need to talk to your girlfriend." Namjoon spoke with urgency evident in his voice, time was running out.

"No-"

"Min Yoongi!" The aforementioned female's voice could be heard in the background.

"Sunshine, he doesn't need to hear your voice- hey!"

There was an evident scuffle, "I'll put him on speaker, you big baby." She quipped before taking a breath, "How can I be of assistance?"

Namjoon sighed out, unsure of where to begin, "I have this girl I really, really like, but I know I shouldn't like her this much, so I'm trying to take it slow." He frowned, "But today, I don't know what I said wrong, and now she has a date with someone else."

There was a long sigh, "You guys are terrible with being honest." Namjoon could tell she was glaring at Yoongi, "You evidently said something dumb, did she ask you anything?"

Ask him anything? You asked him about his day. You asked him if he liked the coffee. What else is there to ask? Until it dawned on him.

"She asked what I thought about her and I said she was adorable." Namjoon explained, "I don't see what's wrong there, she is-"

"Yoongs, hold the phone, I might just smash it." The female was rolling her eyes evidently.

"What's wrong, Sunshine?" Yoongi spoke, "I don't get it, he complimented her."

"Ugh, of course you don't." She retorted, "Why did you think I almost went out the night we...got together? You weren't," She put her mouth close to the speaker to prove a point making Namjoon miss when she was still timid around him with the frown he deepened, "Being honest with me." She accentuated each word, "Poor girl can't read your mind, she doesn't want to waste her time pining after someone who doesn't pine back properly." The female sighed again, "Seriously, the seven of you are nuts, I know, but come on," She groaned in frustration, "You all have the looks and the status, maybe use your brain while you're at it."

Namjoon slumped in his chair. Yoongi's girlfriend had a point. Namjoon should have made it painfully clear you were his. Not just to you, but everyone else. Maybe he was crazy, but that didn't change the validity of his emotions for you. You were all he could think about anymore. He just wanted to have unrestricted access to you, but he took it slow, and now he's falling behind. You were trying to leave him. He couldn't let it happen.

He wouldn't.

This was a bad idea. You slumped against your seat as you twirled your straw. You were unamused and Seunghyun was becoming less and less funny and even less charming as time ticked by.

This date was going terribly. Seunghyun was undoubtedly obnoxious. You were agonizingly bored as you sat in the dimly lit restaurant which you were ill-dressed for. It was far too fancy for lunch, and you could not read the french on the menu, so you ordered a sandwich and a water. You watched Seunghyun with a tired face. He really thought you took long to order this morning? It had been 10 minutes of him asking about the wine menu. Namjoon always knew-

No, no, none of that. Seunghyun was a nice guy, everyone had their quirks.

You gave the waiter a sympathetic smile as he stalked off, "So," You drawled, catching Seunghyun's attention from his phone, "What do you do for a living?"

"I am a pharmaceutical rep." He stated, all too proudly, "I go to medical offices and get the doctors to prescribe the meds I'm in charge of, making a pretty hefty commission over some phony drops with a fancy label." Your jaw clenched at this. You had your time as a receptionist. Some were nice but most of the reps were pushy assholes with name brand and expensive meds.

Be nice. You chided yourself, "Shouldn't doctors prescribe what is best, not what is sold to them?" So much for that. You really didn't know how to shut your mouth, "Pharmaceuticals are a very controversial field." You pondered aloud.

Seunghyun seemed to pay you minimal mind, eyes already geared to his phone, he wasn't listening, "And what do you do?" He was on autopilot.

"I'm an artist." You spoke politely, “I do mixed media, but my favorite thing is to sculpt with clay.”

This made his head snap up, "Oh, and here I was going to see if you want to split the check, but I guess not." He laughed a little too hard and you blanched.

Okay, he's an asshole.

No, maybe you're misunderstanding.

"Why not?" You offered him a shovel to dig his way out through clenched teeth.

"Well, you know," He suddenly was a lot less cute, "You're an 'artist'," You wanted to bite the finger quotes off his hands, "Unless you, ya know, dance, then maybe you can pay for the meal." He dug himself deeper, and yet you felt stuck.

Nope, definitely an asshole.

You ate in silence, and you wondered how such a crappy sandwich could cost so much. Namjoon always took you to a variety of places with great food.

Namjoon. You missed him. You missed his soft touches and kisses on the forehead. You missed the way he made your heart flutter. You missed how he spoke to you, how he would profusely apologize if he had to take a phone call. You missed the way he was as equally interested in what you had to say as you were with him.

You felt dejected at the very thought of his name. God, you really were naive to think someone like him would just come to you. You needed to confess properly and move on if he rejects you. You would move on, but, your eyes flicked to Seunghyun as you watched him stare at his phone as he ate, you would be more mindful of who. This date was a waste of time and money on both parts.

When the check came, Seunghyun paid it in the most obnoxious way as he joked with the very uncomfortable waiter. Before leaving, you took out cash for a good tip, doubting Seunghyun had the decency to leave one.

Namjoon drove to your house and used your spare key to get in. He was not thinking as clearly as he should as he set up candles and dinner for you. You were his, though. He had to make it up to you for not proving it sooner. He could only hope you would be back from this date soon. He was beginning to get antsy, not even entertaining the thought of you not coming home. Never in his life had Namjoon felt such a sense of urgency.

After setting up the dining room, Namjoon sat in the living room, facing the door on your frilly sofa. He had been to your place several times. It was nice, and coincidentally, one of the complexes he bought when he was into property acquisition. However, he could hardly wait for your lease to end and you could live with him. Surely you would want to? His place had more space for your art and it was a more convenient area. He could give you the world if you just gave him another chance.

Namjoon jerked when he heard a key unlocking the door. All he could do now was hope you were alone. He had no idea what he would do to any man you brought home.

You closed the door with a defeated thud as you leaned your head against the door, back to the rest of the apartment. You heaved a sigh before removing your shoes. You shook your head at today's events. You should've just stayed home.

You rolled your shoulders back before turning to put your purse away… only to scream upon seeing a male figure on the couch, "What-I… Joon?" You cocked your head as he stood, making his way to you, "What are you doing here?!"

He gave you a small smile, walking closer to you, "Apologizing." He stopped a hair short of being pressed against you as he towered over your form.

"F-For scaring the shit out of me?" You gasped when he ran his nose along your neck, inhaling your scent, thankful to find no one else's, "Joon, what has gotten into you?" You spoke shakily as you took a step back only for his strong arms to wrap around your waist, pressing you against him.

"I don't just think you're adorable." He breathed as you shuddered at his voice in your ear, "I'm so absolutely smitten, I was too cowardly to say anything." Your eyes would've shot open had his lips not fanned over your neck, making them close in bliss, "But I can't stand by and watch someone else try to take you from me." His voice came out as a growl and you felt yourself tingle at his sudden dominance.

"Take me away?" Realization dawned on you as you recalled your last message to him, "The date was a mistake." You blurted out and Namjoon pulled away from you ever so slightly, "He was super boring, annoying, patronizing, but what mattered most to me," Your hands locked behind his neck, "He wasn't you." You mused, and Namjoon leant down to catch your lips between his own without missing a beat.

You immediately responded mirroring his desperation as you clung closer to him. The kiss was soft at first as he massaged your lips with his plump ones. You gasped when he nibbled on your lower lip, giving his tongue one of the openings he craved to feel. His tongue entered your mouth with a delighted groan on his end that made your knees week.

Namjoon was high on the feeling of your mouth as he explored every crevice. He groaned upon stroking your tastebuds, his own picking up how sweet you felt for him. You moaned out when he sucked on your tongue and you felt his teeth graze the pink muscle as he let out a short grunt.

Never in your life had you been kissed like this. He was soft yet rough and you craved him. You took the initiative to take his tongue into your mouth and return the favor, suckling on the muscle only to have his hands grip your hips harder while he grunted. You understood why he did it to you first, it felt good. It was oddly erotic, and the feeling only furthered as your lips were against his. The hand gripping your hip squeezed and you let out a small groan, the anticipation between your legs only growing as you felt you knees buckle, thighs clenching.

Your sounds were putting him in a nearly hypnotized state as his hand went to stroke your thigh and you shuddered with anticipation. He let his fingertips drag across the skin while both of your mouths melded to one another. You whined when his hand teasingly dipped towards your core only to quickly move to the back of your thigh.

Namjoon couldn't help the smile that grew on his mouth at your brattiness. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad. He was the center of your desires and the feeling was the only aphrodisiac he needed. He held the key to everything you want. He was in control.

"Joon, I want you." You breathed, air dripping with lust.

"Whatever you want, baby," He dipped his tongue into your mouth for just a moment, "Just say the word, and I'll give it to you." One of your hands trailed down his toned body as your eyes were hooded, head clouded with lust.

You glanced up at him just as you hand made contact with his prominent bulge through his undoubtedly Armani suit pants. You watched, tongue peeking out of your mouth, as his head lolled back a rumble in his chest as he grunted when you squeezed the outline of his base, "Give it to me," You gave another squeeze, reveling in his deep moan, "Please." You nearly moaned the magic word before breaking from his hold to prance ahead of him to the bedroom.

Namjoon couldn't suppress the laugh that left him as he watched your ass while you plopped on the bed. With an extra pep in his step, he followed you to the bed, loosening his tie as he made his way to you.

He was in control, but you knew just how to bend him to your will.

The gravity of the situation hit you like a train as Namjoon unbuttoned his blazer, eye contact unwavering as he tossed it on the couch. The white dress shirt outlined his sculpted body ever so slightly and you let out a shaky breath, letting you head hit the bed as you leaned back, panties mindlessly showing from beneath your sundress.

This wasn't a fantasy or a dream, it was your life. This man was about to fuck you into oblivion and you had no idea how to make him feel good. Your previous experience did not prepare you for this at all. Your previous lovers had all been both ugly inside and out idiots who could barely get themselves off, let alone you. Not that you were a sex god yourself. You never sucked their dick before, nor did you have any idea how to effectively. Not that they ever went down on you. Oh shit, did you shave? Does he care? How does your breath smell? How could you not have considered-

"Fuck!" Your back arched as Namjoon pulled your underwear to the side, tongue licking a stripe up you bare slit.

Namjoon hummed in delight of your taste, dark eyes making contact with yours. He was warning you. He was telling you not to wander away from him. While he loved your overactive mind, he required your full attention. He needed you 100% with him in this moment, "You taste divine." His voice was heavy, "More." It was almost primal the way he slipped your panties down your legs, enjoying the way the dainty dress looked framing the bare sex. He elected to keep the dress on for now as he pushed the flowy fabric up to your hips which he leaned into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of his tongue licking a deeper stripe, parting your lips with the muscle as he gather your juices on his taste buds blissfully. Your body shuddered at your own pleasure, "J-Joon." Was all you could manage as each short lick went deeper making you squirm.

"You're so fucking sensitive, fuck." He grunted, the dress fabric he held at your hips wrinkling under his closed fists as he went to work on your clit, sending your over the edge as you came quickly and with minimal effort on Namjoon's part.

However, instead of stopping him, the flow of juices only further spurred his as his mouth went to pay more attention to the very hold he couldn't wait to have for his out as his tongue lapped up the liquid, the lewdness and oversensitivity making your body jerk in vain. Namjoon had your hips held firmly in place as he enjoyed his meal. His tongue entered you and he let out a moan against you at how tight you felt just from his tongue fucking you.

"Too much- it- I came already- shit!" You attempted to roll your hips against his mouth as he overstimulated the brain function out of you. His tongue fucked you better than anyone in your past had as his nose nudged against your clit. When he pushed his tongue as deep as he could he could feel you squeezing. With this encouragement, he began to move his tongue ever so slightly, sending you over the edge again as your back rose from the bed, chest to the heavens, "Joon!" You moaned wantonly before deflating as Namjoon slowly withdrew his mouth from you, "Fuck me." You were breathless, fingers weak as he watched you attempt to unbutton your dress. He hesitated, but nevertheless assisted you as your dress was now spread, your body nearly bare until you unhooked your bra, "You'll give me what I want, right?" You pouted as you gossed the bra off your body and he felt his mouth water as he soaked in your body.

"I'll always give you what you want, my love, but you should rest a bit-"

"But I don't just want it." You struggled to catch you breath in the lusty atmosphere, "I need you, Sir."

Never in Namjoon's life had he stripped himself bare so quickly. Your words sent him into a frenzy until he was just as bare as you. You outstretched your arms and he leaned down so you could run your hands over his toned chest and stomach. He guided in and he hissed as your nails scratched his muscular body at the stretch. Despite this, you were nearly drooling at the pain, Never had being stretched felt good, but you couldn't get enough. You wanted to be full.

You shifted your body down and both you and Namjoon moaned out in harmony as you were now wrapped around his entire length. He cursed, "Fuck you're so tight for me, sweet pea." His moans were low as he moved ever so slowly, shallow thrusts as you went wild beneath him, "Look at you, squirming, stretching, such a brat." He thrusted hard and you squeaked, "You can never have enough, huh?"

Another hard thrust shook your bed as Namjoon leaned over you, his forearms on either side of your head as your arms clawed at his muscular back, "Never enough of you, Sir." You could hardly consider your words, but they struck Namjoon as he caught your mouth in sloppy kiss as he sped up. You made him alive as the pleasure only added to the high. The ruthless pace shook the bed even harder, much to your delight.

"I love you, baby." He was beyond fucked out as he chased his climax inside of you.

You were even more fucked out as you felt another orgasm approaching, and quicky, "Fuck, fuck, I love you Joon, I-" You cut yourself off with a scream as you clenched around Namjoon's girth.

This, along with your confession, sent him over the edge as he came, deep thrusts slowing down as he painted you from the inside with warmth you enjoyed. He slowly slid out of you and groaned lowly at the suction you provided until he was fully detached from you. He let out a heavy breath as he leaned over your form, placing a kiss on your neck before burying his face in it. You welcomed his weight as you both gathered yourselves.

Ten minutes must've gone by until Namjoon broke the silence beyond bated breath, "I meant it." He murmured and your heart squeezed.

The fear of your next words dissipated the moment pushed himself up to look at your face. He looked as though he was about to back track, but you didn't let him, "I did too." You gave him one of your signature smiles, "I love you, Sir." You teased and gasped when you felt his dick twitch ever so slightly.

"Brat." He playfully seethed before attacking your face and neck with soft kisses, making you giggle.

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You made your plight up the skyscraper for the second time with a less nervous aura. It had been a couple months or so since Namjoon and you had sealed the deal, so to speak. Things had been going great. He was the best boyfriend you could've asked for. He was supportive, kind, attentive, and all good things between. Recently, however, he had been extremely busy, and you had been extremely bored. You were in between exhibitions and had already beat deadlines for the next one, so you were left with cancelled dates and your hand. Of course you helped him with work with your limited skills.

The tray of drinks and a bag of food occupied your hands as you took a peek at your watch. Another day of overtime for your loving boyfriend. You just about had it eating alone for these past couple weeks. He fucked your brains out and then abruptly had no time to after a short two weeks of domestic and euphoric bliss. It wasn't fair. Thus, you took matters into your own hands. He had a strategy meeting which, as he explained, would consist of him scolding his employees. Logically, you would hate to intrude, but selfishly, you wanted to see him.

Surely he wouldn't spend over two hours overanalyzing his subordinates' work and scolding them?

Right?

"...Turn to page 13 of the report and see where I've highlighted the blatant misinformation on line 7." Namjoon's voice was sharp despite being as exhausted as his employees. Monday was a big presentation he had to entrust to the newer employees and upon reviewing the handouts to accompany a good-enough pitch, he was severely disappointed. There had been typos, incorrect graphs, and blatant lies littered throughout. To top it off, the slacking managers signed off on it prior to it reaching Namjoon. This left him no choice but to cut hours in the week to make time for this colossal scolding for lack of attention to detail, "It's beyond me how anyone expected this to be remotely acceptable to present in front of me, let alone investors. This fairy tale book was a grandiose waste of my time, and for what? To save some of you managers a couple minutes of revision?" The department heads shrunk in their seats under his razor sharp gaze. The booklet was littered with yellow and pink highlighter marks along with red pen notations, making them feel like school children. Even so, Namjoon had been known to terminate and replace entire teams in the span of time he spent revising the proposal. With this in mind, the workers were just thankful to have a job to speak on.

The atmosphere was tense, filled with anger and shame among the employees until, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's like the principal's office in here." Your cheery voice sliced through the tension as you clicked your tongue playfully, "Nothing like a good scolding from the boss man."

"Sweet pea?" You flashed a smile and the employees attempted to shield their whiplash from Namjoon's suddenly cheery tone, "What are you doing here?"

You held up the food, "Being selfish." You winked at him before addressing the sweating office workers, "Hello! My name is y/n, nice to meet you!" You politely bowed and were met with wary smiles. The workers glanced to Namjoon only to see an uncharacteristic smile on his face, “I’m Namjoon’s girlfriend, and I have heard so much about you,” You beamed, “Mostly good things, believe it or not.” You winked as you nearly skipped your way to the aforementioned boss man, “Don’t mind me, dear, I can wait for you.” You smiled cheekily as you sat next to an extremely sweaty employee.

“Well, darling, I imagine they have heard quite enough of me today.” Namjoon mused as his hand went to pat your head affectionately, not caring about his stunned subordinates, “I’ll let you decide what I should do from here, because I still have some materials to go over, but I’ll make an exception in favor of your judgement.”

Hopeful eyes darted to your form. The employees studied you. You were dressed in colorful clothing, playful earrings hung from your ears as your nails shined with the glitter you gleefully painted on them. Your eyes were bright, eager, ready to take on the world it seemed. The employees couldn’t help but wonder when they used to have that shimmer. Some of them had bitterly determined you were some gold digger or mindless trust fund baby. You hadn’t been the sharp, calculated, female version of Namjoon they would’ve pictured his girlfriend to be. That, plus Namjoon was very evidently in love with you. Never had they seen him cut a meeting short for anyone, even the other directors had to wait outside the meeting room.

You leaned your chin onto your palm, tapping your cheek in thought. Namjoon would occasionally ask for your advice, your minor in business management finally coming into use. You were definitely the good cop to Namjoon’s drill sergeant, especially when it came to this proposal, “Well, what say you all get an extra credit opportunity?” Your voice was melodic as you stood, “I was initially coming up here to redo the proposal myself, since Joon was going to… uh…” You trailed off, unsure how to put it.

“Y/n here was the lovely pink highlighter, has been offered the position of Co-Director by the CEO herself, and she has the credentials to replace all of you.” His voice made the crowd of office workers flinch, while some of them eyed your gleeful form in shock while you gave another smile, “I had been debating whether to suspend the lot of you without pay or terminate you, but it seems y/n is your savior tonight.”

“You give me too much credit.” You lightly slapped his bicep shyly as the employees held in a gasp at someone coming in contact with the ruthless and cold director, “Why don’t you all redo the proposal, hm?” You flicked your wrist to look at your watch, “You have about three hours before it becomes alarmingly late, it’s not safe to be in garages that deep into nightfall.” You showed them actual concern, “I’ll be more than happy to look it over when you believe you're done before it gets to the big boss man, here, but I hope you all will carefully check your own work too.” You were met with thankful glances, “I’m much more forgiving than Joon here, but if I find you squander this chance, not even I can save you, okay?” Frantic nods were tossed your way and you beamed at them with an infectious smile, “Great!” You clasped your hands together, “Joon and I will be in his office eating, I brought some little snacks for you all too.” You mused placing the plastic bag you had in your purse on the table, “Good luck!”

The moment the door shut to Namjoon’s office, you were in his arms, “Why don’t you talk sweet to me instead, baby?” He murmured against your ear, “I don’t like how they look at you when you smiled like that.”

You pulled back to place a quick kiss on his lips, “I don’t like how you don’t look at me when things like this happen.” You countered with an irresistible pout which he quickly kissed away, “Plus, they only look at me like that because you’re so spooky.” You pointed out as you sat on the plush leather couch.

"I have been pretty absent, huh?" He scratched the back of his neck as he plopped down next to you.

"We've only exchanged business emails about that dumb proposal basically." You huffed, "Then, you make me all flustered in front of the poor souls by-"

"Pointing out how amazing and capable you are?" His eyes flickered to you as he took a bite out of the meal your brought him, "I could see the way some of them looked at you, like you didn't know what you were talking about." He seethed, "Not to even mention how some of them looked at your body. It's so disrespectful, I had to let them know that if I had it my way you would be the only one in my department."

You placed a hand on the clenched fist Namjoon had. He always got extremely worked up each time you were treated as anything less than royalty. You could only thank the stars that he didn't know you while you were beginning your career as an artist, who knows what he would have done to the countless creepy property managers and haughty curators. Surely, it would be a bloodbath. Figuratively, you like to say. Namjoon would never hurt a fly, but when it came down to people who looked at you with anything he deemed an ill-intent, he would just about see red. You couldn't say you hated this trait, because an extremely selfish part of you enjoyed his undying love, and proved to reciprocate his resolve when the tables were turned. However, you were thankful you could quell the fire he stoked with rage. You were thankful he told you such emotions before they got out of hand.

You watch as his hand relaxed, gripping yours tenderly as he smiled, "Well, as long as they know you're not just mine, but you're the most invaluable asset I could ask for."

You chuckled at this, "You need to work on your sweet talk, it seems you're still in director mode." You placed as short kiss on his lips, "But I love you for it anyway." You giggled a little, "But if I go another stretch of time without attention again I'll be much more impulsive than a late night dinner." You couldn't call Namjoon the crazy one when his affection proved to be a drug you needed constantly, a drug you could feel the withdrawals from. Just like any addict, you could get unhinged without it.

Namjoon nodded, understanding better than anyone what you meant before bringing you in for a longer kiss. He knew better than anyone what neglect could do to the human mind, especially when the attention was so addicting. He knew what crazy meant, and he would never dream of making you feel as he does all the time. His skin pricks when your hands aren't on him, his hands tremor without your own within them, and he finds his mind wandering to darker places at the thought of all the people who look at you just as he can. He had too much power, too many resources at his disposal to be devoted to you. Maybe you knew this. Maybe you both had too much to loose if it meant losing each other.

Maybe being with a man as potentially dangerous as he could be was the adrenaline you needed all this time. An addictive thrill. Your constant fix of dopamine and you, his continuous flow of serotonin.

The both of you junkies for one another.

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spockandawe · 3 years

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OH RIGHT, I also have to follow up on The Healer Demands Payment!

Because oh my god, you guys

This is the most fun I’ve had with a cnovel in EONS (by eons, I mean like. a week. I'm an impatient binch). I was just poking idly around on novelupdates, and I tripped across an absolute GEM, and I need to scream about it. Which I already did once before, so I’ll try not to rehash things too-too badly, but I hit the end of the translation and blew through into MTL, because how was I supposed to stop? I’m still not caught up with MTL (not that it matters, since the story is ongoing), but I trust this author to take me good places, and I’m about 99% positive the author is deliberately playing with genre-based storytelling conventions, if a little more subtly than svsss.

I’m going to get into more spoilers as I go along than I did last time, all things revealed fairly early, but if you’d rather read it cold (a++, do recommend, but not critical for reading pleasure), hit up that post instead of this one. But these first couple paragraphs aren’t super revealing.

The premise!! Meng Qi is a healer. Her first time living her life, she tried to charitably do good and heal the people around her in need. However, like every time she tried to treat a guy, circumstances were such that everyone thought she looked suspicious, credit was given to her shijie, Lu Qingran, and then all the guys went off to moon over Lu Qingran. Meng Qi does her own thing for a while, and even picks up a shizun who she adores, and who is her research partner developing all kinds of revolutionary new medical techniques. When she eventually died (I still don’t know how, but it definitely looks like Lu Qingran was swooning into the arms of the man who did it), Meng Qi was told that Lu Qingran was beloved by the heavens. Then... Meng Qi woke up, age 17 or 18, just as she entered her sect, but with all the theoretical knowledge that she accumulated in her past life.

When our story begins, the first of Lu Qingran’s love interests has just entered the scene. He staggers back to the sect, carrying Lu Qingran, badly poisoned after encountering a magic beast in the woods. Meng Qi knows how to treat him. But she’s also aware that yeah, after she did this last time, she slaved away from a week, and passed out in exhaustion, just in time for Lu Qingran to wake up and say she saw ~someone~ in their sect’s uniform in the forest just before the beast attacked. Meng Qi is all set to be locked in jail for three months until someone gets around, finally, to clearing her name. Meanwhile, clown prime, Chu Fengtian, is busy mooning over Lu Qingran and ignoring all the work she did to save him.

Yeah! She’s not super interested!!!!!!!!!

So she thinks about this for a little while, and decides that the best way to extract herself from any kind of karmic entanglements is to make sure any work she does is just a pure, simple exchange of goods. So... she says she can treat him, and she charges him money. A lot of money.

He’s angry and embarrassed and has to sign an official IOU, her sect is upset with her, but her sect also knows that treating this poison is beyond their capabilities, so they’re like ‘yeah, whatever, humiliate yourself, i guess!’ She doesn’t, because she is a good and clever girl, and as Chu Fengtian’s humiliation fades, he seems to.... gradually realize that Lu Qingran shouldn’t be the object he orbits. Meng Qi charges him money for everything she does for him, all the different pills and such, and he’s, uh. He’s starting to get into it, and I am living.

I won’t lie, whenever I talk about this book I’ve been framing it as accidental findom harem acquisition, and I’m not wrong.

Now, at this point, Meng Qi kind of has a grasp on what Events ought to be transpiring, and is managing along. That gradually fades as the plot progresses, but it’s an early element. She acquires an injured baby tiger she wants to heal, who, uh, is definitely actually a member of a royal demon clan trapped in beast mode (and baby mode). To treat this tiger, she needs expensive-ass medicine. And now, our girl has additional motivation to extort the men around her (mostly) for everything they have. She also accidentally runs into another of Lu Qingran’s eventual love interests, Qin Xiumo, recovering from the aftermath of a failed heavenly tribulation, and in a really bad way. She... can treat him. If he pays :3c

(Lu Qingran almost steals credit for Meng Qi’s work, again, and this is the point where I start to wonder if there’s some kind of.... legit gravitational field around her that’s altering people’s perceptions, because this is a terribly consistent pattern. The Dreamer In The Spring Boudoir had a toxic white lotus of its own, but what she was able to do isn’t the same as Lu Qingran, and the way people eventually break free of orbit around Lu Qingran and realize that things are Strange is fascinating)

And now here is where I was like OHHHHHHH.

Because the moment Chu Fengtian gets Qin Xiumo alone, he’s like ‘right, you and me, we both remember our last lives, right? we remember how lu qingran got us killed? and how meng qi got caught up in that all trying to help us and died too? let’s NOT do that again’

MULTIPLE REINCARNATORS WITH MEMORIES OF THEIR LIVES

And here, I have to copy over this one bit again, because it made me go yeeeee out loud

“Meng Qi.” Qin Xiumo smiled. “You should always remember one thing.” He turned to look at Meng Qi. “If someone betrays and wrongs you in the future, don’t try to talk reason, just kill them.” He paused for a moment, then slowly said, “I know you can do it. As long as you don’t feel soft-hearted.

Qin Xiumo took a step towards Meng Qi. The mountain wind stirred his black robe, but he kept staring at her eyes. With a low whisper, he softly spoke every word. “Including me…if one day I betray you, bring you harm, just kill me without hesitation.”

Okay now

Here’s the funny thing

Because Meng Qi was not treated well by any of these love interests before, she’s totally willing to be pleasant with them, but like........... respect? what respect? the two boys out themselves to each other immediately, but they have no clue that meng qi remembers anything, and it’s hilarious. Also they start immediately getting into baby slapfights over who she’s charging more for certain services. Is it that she doesn’t care about you and only wants to talk money with you, or is it that hey, why did she charge you ten times as much for the same service??? The answer is yes. Also, Qin Xiumo offers to repay her with his body almost right away and she’s like No Thank You, and the moment their financial obligations are repaid, she’s like OKAY BYE, and it’s great.

Virtually every major character who’s been added to the party or exists on the outskirts of the party has won me over. Xue Junwen? A treasure. Su Junmo? A++++ gossipy fox bastard, would die for him. Sikong Xing? WONDERFUL fox lesbian, also a treasure, deserves the best girlfriend in the world. Pei Mufeng? BEST BOY, needs to tell me ALL his secrets!!!! Ji Wujiong? Absolute Bastard, my favorite lad, absolute treasure of a terrible man. I love him. And Meng Qi’s mysterious once-shizun is also floating around now, and is WILDLY jealous of who this ““shizun”” that she respects from her past could be.

The story has this balance I really, really like, where all of the major women who have shown up have either been absolutely delightful creatures or fascinating I-can’t-tell-if-they-know-they’re-toxic antagonists, and all the men have been SOME variety of clown. It’s so good.

And I’m speculating so hard about everything that’s happening!!! Why do three human lads appear to remember a past with Meng Qi, while at least two demons who were very involved with her definitely don’t? Meng Qi is getting SUPER good at arrays, but the narrative makes a point about how a ton of knowledge about arrays was lost in both the human and demon realms. So........ tell me more about the devil realm? Why have you told me so little about the devil realm, I’m getting suspicious! What the FUCK did all that internal damage to both Ji Wujiong and Yun Qingyan?? Are those wounds on Ji Wujiong’s face perhaps........... tiger claws? Do they have anything to do with a baby tiger’s injured paw that wouldn’t close until Meng Qi saved up for a ton of medicines? HOW MUCH DOES PEI MUFENG REMEMBER, and did he promise to go to the starfallen sea because of his PAST LIFE remembrances of meng qi? Why is he immune to propaganda lu qingran?

And also, last time I posted, I mentioned the strict stages of cultivation as my biggest downside in the novel. That’s still probably the case, but now, I’m invested. The conceit that Meng Qi’s theoretical knowledge far outstrips her cultivation is a fascinating one, and the story leans into it real, real good. Especially once Ji Wujiong got involved and started teaching her about arrays, and she wasn’t just leaning on rote lessons from the past to get by, it got so interesting. And some of the cultivation trappings that never really clicked for me are much more interesting in the context of a medical cultivation novel, like, I have never once cared what a spiritual sea is, but once it turns out that Ji Wujiong’s internal damage involves damage to his spiritual sea? Yes?? Tell me more?????

I’m genuinely shocked and delighted that I’m so invested in this book, because I only expected it to be a light, casual read from the start. I was looking for something to kill the time, not something to distract me while I’m supposed to be working, but I love it so much. I’m in the middle of wrapping up a story arc and pausing for air before I press on through the mtl, but I’m already planning to loop back to the beginning and read again and look for hints as soon as I finish. This is so GOOD. It was such a surprise how fun it was, but I love it so much!!

#the healer demands payment #cnovel rec #should be a tag i start using #let's see if i remember to go back and apply it #long post/

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longassr1de · 4 years

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Sweetness

Pairing: Jeno × fem!reader

Genre: smut!!, established relationship, domestic??

Word count: ~2k

Summary: What better way to beat the summer heat than with a sweet treat?

⚠️ Warnings: pretty much another pwp, 00 liner smut, food play, ice play(?), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), pet names (moreso relationship-wise though), look..very curious things happen with popsicles okay?, not yet proofread.

A/N: lmk if I missed any warnings or any typos and such! I haven't written in so long or thought up anything this filthy to the point that I even surprised myself with this one.. so much for easier the 00 line content onto this blog. Whoops! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo (oh also im currently on mobile so i'll add the read later in a bit, i apologize in advance!!)

It all started out with Jeno being a tease on a hot, hot summer evening. Sure, it was terribly humid out, but the way he kept sucking at the colorful popsicle even when it began to melt down to his slender fingers had you feeling wet heat in a much more personal sense. He held eye contact with you as his lips pulled away from the frozen treat, sinful eyes making it a point to devour the way you intook just a little extra air when he licked at the sticky mess upon his palm.

"Care for a taste?" Jeno offered, his deep voice filled with mirth. That's all it really took for you quickly stride across the room to join him where he'd been sat at the sofa. He tossed the remainder of the popsicle atop its wrapper on the coffee table, instead pulling you into his lap as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You could still taste the cold sweetness on his tongue even as he sucked at yours, biting your bottom lip as his strong embrace loosens in favor of grabbing at your ass.

He thanks the heavens for your wardrobe selection today, your skirt making it so much easier to grind against your pretty little panties. If the wet spot forming on his pants was anything to go by, he'd guess you were just as needy as him if not moreso.

"On your back princess, I wanna try something." Jeno helps you take off your shirt as he lays you onto the leather, straddling over your hips before slowly making his way down to your breasts. He mumbles out praises for your body as his slowly warming mouth licks and sucks at your nipples. He separates from your body, drawing out a whine from your lips, when suddenly his now cold again mouth quickly works them to stiff peaks.

"You like that, baby?" You can only nod at his question, carelessly reaching for his hair, needing something to grab onto as he presses cold kisses across the expanse of your neck down your torso. "You're so sensitive for me, does a little cold make you this wet, hmm?" You blink up at your usually sweet boyfriend, only to find his gaze to be more hungry than playful.

"Answer me, baby? Or have I already fucked you stupid without even touching you?" The loud whine your body automatically let out as a response to his filthy words has you blushing frantically, only serving to further spur Jeno's near-sadistic behavior. "Aww, it's ok princess, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're gonna sound so pretty when you're cumming for me later, I just know it."

Before you know it, your skirt's flipped up to cover your abdomen, and it's near impossible to tear your gaze away from Jeno's fingers and how they seemingly glide across your wet lips. His tongue peeks out to lick at your clit before giving it a harsh suck, pulling back to bite at your thigh with a groan, and you just know he's left you with another blossoming mark. You always make it a point to complain about Jeno's marking habits, but he knew better; after all, he's caught you staring at them in the mirror before when you thought he wasn't home.

Frustrated that you had yet to be properly touched despite all your boyfriend's teasing, crinkling sound catches your attention, only to be met with the sight of Jeno sucking at that damned popsicle again. So much for hoping it was a condom so you'd finally be getting some. "Babe, pleeaaseee," you keen, wiggling your hips before biting at your swollen lower lip, trying to entice your boyfriend, "do something, anything."

"Anything?" But it's more of a statement than a question, as you soon find out. The remainder of your clothing is dragged off your body before the cool touch surprises you, but you're even more surprised to find Jeno fucking a brand new popsicle into your wetness. "Your pussy's gonna be so sticky and sweet for me, can't wait to watch you suck it off me," he all but groans at the mere thought of your heavenly lips sucking him off. The image of Jeno's colorful cum spilling out of you doesn't last long, as the freezing treat demands its presence be known, his tongue simultaneously going back to working at your clit.

Letting out a loud moan of his name, he looks up at you, squeezing you thigh with his free hand to draw your attention back to his face, intense eyes settling upon your teary ones. "Does it feel good, baby? Is it too cold?" You're touched that he's checking up on you, but it's really difficult to form words when his cold digits take over and fuck up into you with fervor.

"Don't stop, don't stop fuck Jeno please don't stop!" Just as you cry out for more, the man in question pulls away from you completely, leaving you high and dry just when it your orgasm was building up around his skilled fingers. Your eyes open to the sight of a shirtless Jeno with his pants and briefs pushed down just enough so that he can fuck up into his hand, giving himself just a hint of relief before moving on to the main event. Complaints die in your throat as you watch Jeno grasp both his leaking cock and the popsicle between his palms, rocking against the length of the sticky mess before once again pushing it into you a handful of times, ultimately discarding it off-handedly in the general direction of the coffee table it had been melting atop. "Think you're ready to take my cock now, princess? Wanna feel how well you take me," mumbling the latter against your lips, already having his tongue nearly down your throat as he aligns his tip, drawing out beautiful, desperate moans when he finally pushes in and sheathes himself inside your wetness to the hilt. You'd never even noticed when the rest of his clothes had gone missing, but you weren't complaining either.

"Fuck Jeno, how do you feel so hot yet so cold at the same time?" you shiver, simultaneously pulling closer and farther from his body, seeking the warmth from his chest while avoiding his freezing hands. He only chuckles at this, kissing further down your jaw before pausing to suck another mark, this time into your sensitive breast. Jeno's cold hands find purchase on your hips despite all your wriggling, bodies quickly warming up as the heat in the room rises on this passionate summer night. His hips work a strong rhythm into your own, pulling lewd melodies from the depths of your chest, raking your nails down his broad back in retaliation for making your things quake.

"Please tell me you're close, because I'm so turned on I can't guarantee I'll outlast you at this rate." The sheepish confession coming from a face that's anything but has you nearly combusting on the spot. His furrowed brows, parted, kiss-swollen lips and strangled groans all adding to your current heightened state of pleasure.

"Just a little more, Jeno I'm so so close. Feels so fucking good, just like tha-at," your eyes roll back as you're speaking and the cockiness that his features don immediately spell trouble. He's found your spot and he is whole heartedly planning to abuse this newfound knowledge. Both of your thighs are pushed up and pinned in place by your chest, his knees digging deeper into the leather; the glint in your boyfriend's dark eyes shining twice as bright in the now-evening glow, vision quickly blurring as his pace picks up considerably. His filthy praises besides your ear only helping your decent further into madness, bucking your hips into his as your nails dig into his shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, good girl, let go for me, come all over my dick, you can do it." As if by magic spell, your release floods your senses, a strangled cry of Jeno's name escaping your weak lips, babbling as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The colorful popsicle residue mixed with your own cum leaks out of you as Jeno pulls out of your warmth, and he stops for a moment to admire the art that would soon be once again ruined by raging hormones.

True to his filthy word, once you've recovered your still-horny lover is quick to lead your head between his legs, making sure you wouldn't forget the real sticky treat he'd made sure to save you a taste of. "Your mouth feels so good, so good, all for me, yeah?" he coos down at your form, blissed out as he enjoys the view.

It's his turn to be surprised however, when you pull off his cock to wink up at him, seductively murmuring for him to use you for his own release and fuck your throat. Not one that needs to be told twice, Jeno cups your cheeks as he holds you in place, slowly slipping into your mouth once again. He stops to make sure you're sure, asking if you're okay every time you whine or gag around him, not wanting to hurt you either.

Once you reassure him you're fine and start moving of your own accord, the loudest moan you've ever heard from Jeno to date spilling out, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure from the delicious sensation. You have all but a minute's worth of the upper hand before feline eyes are back on your own, silently asking for permission to begin moving his hips. Your silent response comes in the way your hands come up to his hips, ready to stop him if you needed to come up for air. A mere three thrusts in and Jeno is doubling over, sweet and filthy words coming out slurred as he's drunk off the feeling of your thigh throat around his length. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god," Jeno's ragged voice manages to rasp out, bucking wildly as you gag around his thick dick. "Gonna cum down your throat princess, yes or no?" He tugs at your hair to get your attention, briefly stilling his fidgeting hips. Your moan of an answer and the way you claw at his thighs to brace yourself being all the nonverbal cues he needs before he pulls out, sensitive tip all the way at your lips again, and you take in a deep breath just before he pushes back in so deep you feared you wouldn't be able to take it, the evidence of white, hot pleasure coating your throat in stripes.

Rather than the usual salty tang of Jeno's cum, the sweetness of the popsicle and taste of your own essence remaining the dominant taste on your tongue. You lick at your sticky lips as Jeno slowly pulls away from your mouth, hissing at how sensitive he is after such a powerful orgasm. He lays back before pulling you with him to lie over his chest, uncaring for the sweaty sheen adorning your bodies in favor of the peaceful embrace of your love. Many peppered kisses and high praises later, Jeno gently turns to press a lingering kiss atop your head, softly calling your name to beckon your gaze.

He breaks the silence by asking, "What do you say about trying whipped cream next time?"

"Sounds... sweet," you retort, much to Jeno's chagrin. At times like this he could easily see why his friends made fun of you two for your sense of humor. But for as much as he teased, he knew he would always be twice as in love with you as he ever claimed to be. And that.. was pretty sweet indeed.

#nct 00 line smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #jeno smut #nct jeno smut #longassr1de #longassr1de fics #my post #my writing #more tags later it's like 7am and im exhausted from the lack of sleep but i wanted to rush and finish this in one go lmao

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Why do you think people aren't able to grasp the more nuance and difference of Ironwood vs a actual villain like Salem? Is the concept that sometimes you can't save everyone and have to make the tough calls hard to understand? I'm all for IW saving everyone and stoping Salem, but the show has yet to provide anyway that's possible. What's he supposed to do? I want to know what people want IW to do that will save Mantle, Atlas, and stop Salem.

I think a lot of it stems from unintentionally and/or willfully misunderstanding what the situation actually is. I list both because sometimes the misunderstanding stems from “I completely forgot they established this eight episodes ago,” sometimes it’s “I spend a lot of time in the fandom and when theories started being presented as facts I didn’t notice the change,” or “I’ve hated this character for so long that anything said even remotely in their favor is going to fall on deaf ears,” etc. There are a lot of ways it can come about, but the takeaway is I don’t think the concept that you can’t always save everyone is hard to understand, so there’s something interfering with the ability to see the situation that way. Those who supposedly don’t understand it are viewing it as Situation B whereas we’re seeing Situation A. We’re asking why they don’t like the taste of apples when they think they’re eating an orange.

Some concrete examples that I’ve seen in regards to Ironwood:

“But Ruby can just use her silver eyes. Ironwood is ignoring an obvious weapon here. He’s not even willing to try to fight and that’s bad.” This is applying our knowledge - an audience’s meta, genre savvy knowledge - to the situation, thereby changing it, but it’s not knowledge Ironwood shares. That situation doesn’t exist in the canon. No one has established for him that silver eyes are a potential weapon against Salem. Ruby hasn’t even realized that yet. Why would he risk everything on a theory no one has ever brought up? How much does Ironwood even know about SEWs? It’s a slightly more complicated version of yelling at the protagonist for not arresting the serial killer. The audience has forgotten that we know who the killer is because we have additional knowledge that the character lacks.

“Ironwood’s plan is stupid. The grimm are just going to fly up to Atlas and then they’ll be trapped. How are they going to feed themselves for months on end? He’s resigning the people of Atlas to a slow, agonizing death.” This is simultaneously ignoring the actual situation and making it sound far worse than it is by assuming a whole bunch of lore that we don’t know anything about, one way or the other. The situation is not, “What’s the best plan Ironwood can come up with and is this one it?” it’s “What’s any plan he can come up with? Because that plan is better than death.” None of our characters claimed flying away was perfect or without problems, just that it had a possibility of ending better than staying to face Salem will. We then have those assumptions tacked on. Do we know how high grimm can fly? No. Do we know how long Atlas can sustain itself? No. Did Ironwood ever say he planned to stay up there for months on end? No. Yet fans are inclined to state the worst potential outcome as facts: grimm can fly that high and Atlas will starve and Ironwood does plan to hide in the clouds forever... even though there’s nothing to support any of that.

Finally, we got another perfect example in my last reblog: “And Ironwood would leave them to die because of a pissing match he had with Ozpin.” First, framing them disagreeing and then Ironwood listening to Ozpin over the course of many years as a “pissing match” is highly inaccurate. (Insert here: likewise misinterpreting his “I’d have you shot” comment as legitimate setup for him shooting people now). Second, the conflict of whether to leave Mantle behind or stay to fight a doomed battle has nothing to do with Ozpin. He’s still hanging out inside Oscar. He is not a part of this decision process, nor is Ironwood acting like he is. There is nothing in our final episode to suggest that any of Ironwood’s choices stem from a “pissing match” with his former boss... but that sentence sounds really damning, doesn’t it? It’s reeeeallly easy to state something with confidence and allow readers to fill in the blanks: “Well I remember them disagreeing in the past... and this one post said that maybe Ironwood thought he was shooting Ozpin instead of Oscar... so yeah! He’s a villain because he cares more about his fight with Ozpin than his kingdom!” And then they spread that belief further. Yet where is the evidence for this? Not in the scenes where Ironwood and Ozpin resolved their conflicts. Not in Ironwood kindly greeting Oscar when he thought he was Ozpin. Not in the vault scene where Ironwood basically went, “Are you still Oscar?” and Oscar went “Yup” and that was the end of that. When you’ve got fans who watched the episode once (nothing wrong with that, it’s just then easy to misremember things), a fandom that states headcanons as facts, and other fans who are inclined to make confident but unsubstantiated statements, it’s incredibly easy to tell everyone that 2 + 2 = 10. You pick a canon event, present it as something it wasn’t, pick a headcanon, slam them together, and people come to a wildly different conclusion from what you’d get if you’re dealing strictly with the canon.

So I think anyone is able to grasp the nuance of this situation, it just requires dealing with this situation. Which is why I demand evidence! From both others and myself so that we can see what the situation actually is. Any and every statement made has to be able to be backed up by dialogue, visuals, action, or narration in the canon, or we need to acknowledge when statements have dialogue, visuals, actions, or narration that contradicts them in the canon. Doesn’t mean there isn’t wiggle room - there’s still very much interpretation of these things, as well as contradictions within the canon - but demanding evidence helps keep everyone on the same page. If someone can’t point to when Ironwood learned that silver eyes could potentially defeat Salem, or if they can’t present the dialogue where he says he intends to never land Atlas, or if they can’t show you where they formed the opinion that Ironwood was talking to Ozpin, or if they’re ignoring the five scenes you can pull up that undermine their position... it’s not persuasive. And if it’s not persuasive it’s unlikely to be the real situation. And if it’s not the real situation, then the fan is never going to grapple with the actual question at hand: Is it worth risking everyone you’ve already gotten to safety to fight someone who you currently have no way to beat?

Evidence is everything. Not to make this a soap box post, but this is how misinformation about ~important~ subjects is spread as well, not just our fun webseries. Has this person misrepresented this situation? Have they left out crucial information? If I ask them to trace their logic will they do so? Does it make sense? Can they point to the moment when they said this thing happened? Can they back up their claims with sources? Do I trust those sources? Honestly, fandom is a great place to practice skills that are going to help you throughout your life and this is one of the reasons why the anger at me making fandom “unnecessarily political” is hilarious. Not only is media inherently political, not only are massive online communities inherently political, but the behavior we exhibit in fandom is wrapped up in politics as well. Statements like “Ironwood abandoned a city because he was pissed at Ozpin” are just a safe, fictionalized version of “Vaccines will give your kids autism.” They’re both unsubstantiated claims that sound very damning. So you ask, “How did you reach that conclusion? Because if I demand evidence for that I don’t think I’m going to be persuaded...”

When you’ve got a pocket of fandom that demands and listens to evidence, then you’ve likewise got a pocket working with the same situation. Then you can grapples with the aspects that stem from personal preference and subjectivity: I still stand by Ruby’s inability to leave people behind, Ironwood’s pragmatism resonates with me, I’d call him a hero, I’d call him an anti-hero, now we have to grapple with him shooting people and whether that clearly villainous act is built into his character arc well or if it’s an OOC call of the authors ... all interpretations that differ, but are cut from the same cloth.

#rwby #mymetas #Anonymous

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mintymiknow · 4 years

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Scintilla - Finale | Bang Chan

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Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: With the enemy finally taken down, you and your friends have to get ready to face the next chapter in your lives, from rebuilding what was broken to carrying out your true duties. [also contains the epilogue]

Genre: Royal fantasy [Red Queen AU]

Word count: Approx. 8.5k

Warnings: !!! Suggestive towards the end, but nothing explicit happens !!!

A/N: It’s bittersweet, but...Scintilla has officially come to an end! I can’t thank you all enough for supporting my first series. I know it lacks in certain areas, and I’m sure there were many plot holes and mistakes, but I’m very happy to have had people who enjoyed reading still. Y’all make me cry. It wasn’t always easy to write all the chapters, but all your support and encouragement really made my day. Now, while the series itself is officially over, I may still write one shots and side stories that are set in this universe ;) Well, enjoy the finale now! Feel free to send a messages/ask if you have any questions or thoughts. Ily all!

“Shh! You really don’t know how to keep your voice down!”

“Yeesh, someone’s crankier than an old woman.”

“Are we really going to do this here?”

“You’re all dead.”

“We all just literally nearly died a day ago, and you really want to kill us off again? Harsh.”

“Hyunjin, I swear – ”

You feel a familiar warmth creeping up your skin, setting every cell in your body on fire as if they’ve slept too long. When you hear Changbin’s voice shushing everyone, you slowly peel your eyes open to reveal the little drama happening in front of you.

Jisung seems to be laughing as Changbin tries to pull him back while Seungmin watches in irritation. Hyunjin chuckles at their antics as he sits next to your bed. The boys are much too loud to hear or notice you shuffling in bed, sitting up so that you could join them, “I must admit, this is an unexpected sight to see when you’ve just woken up.”

The boys’ eyes are immediately on you, bursts of “yay”s and cheers of joy erupting in your own room. Changbin rushes over to you, taking his place and sitting next to you on the bed, “How are you? Does anything still hurt? Tell me you’re ok!”

You pat your brother’s arm, “Bin, I’m fine.”

“Y/n!” Hyunjin is next to grin, giving you a secure but gentle hug, “I was really worried when you passed out!”

“Well, I’m up and about now.” you chuckle, turning your eyes to Seungmin and Jisung, “Hi boys.”

Seungmin offers you a small smile before relaying his message to you through his Whisper abilities.

“It’s all over now, huh?”

“Yes, Minnie, it is.”

With that, you both grin at each other until Jisung breaks the calmness. He brightly grins, causing you to laugh, “Y/n, can I just say, I feel like a hero. Like damn, I feel like a hero.”

“I’m sure you are Sung. You all are.” you laugh as Changbin playfully rolls his eyes, “Where are the others?”

“Lover boy is in one of the guest rooms. Jeongin and Felix should be with him.” Hyunjin states, shrugging afterwards, “Minho and Woojin went out to make sure no rebels or Council cronies are still lingering around Miroh.”

“I can’t wait to hear all your battle stories.” you chuckle, stretching your stiff body from staying in bed for a prolonged time, “But I do need to know…how long was I out and what did I miss?”

Changbin hums, “Well, after Minho and I got to you guys, you fainted. The other guys rushed in just about that moment, minus Woojin and Jisung ‘cause they were making sure the Council was kept an eye on.”

“The commotion in the castle didn’t go unnoticed.” Seungmin confesses, “The people of Miroh somehow found out about what was going on inside and were obviously puzzled, which we’ll deal with. Anyway, Jeongin was sent out to find either Bambam or Jinyoung. Hours later, they came back with several other people.”

Hyunjin nods, “Jinyoung came with Choi Youngjae, the Skin Healer of the Choi House and Kang Younghyun, the Nymph from Kang House. I believe he said that Youngjae could, well, obviously heal people, and Younghyun had medical knowledge.”

Changbin continues the narration, “You, Minho, and Chan were brought to one room to get treatment from Youngjae as priority. The rest of us were treated by Jinyoung and Younghyun. You’ve been asleep for about a day? Minho was severely injured, but he was able to stay awake. Wait! I mean, we all slept, don’t worry, but he woke up when we all did. Same with Chan.”

A spark of awe and amusement glimmers in Hyunjin’s eyes as he speaks, “Yeah, and a crowd of citizens were gathering in front of the castle, demanding answers and whatnot, so that’s when Bambam came to the rescue and handled the situation like a pro.”

“Right now, he’s discussing with the remaining Councilors – the ones who live away from the castle and weren’t part of Ho’s scheme – and a few other High House Elites on how to proceed. Bambam didn’t want to disturb you, so he said he’ll handle it first.” Seungmin points out.

You process all their words, nodding at each statement they say. Once the boys have finished recounting, you pull the covers off you and grin, “Well, the fight’s over, but there are still some things we need to finish up. But…” you gently smile at each boy, “I’m really proud of you all. And more than that, I’m really thankful.”

Changbin smirks playfully, “We all promised to stand by you, sis. You got what you were promised.”

You laugh, giving your brother a big hug, “Thanks Bin, you’re the best.”

“You too Sung.” you get up, giving Jisung a hug, “You and the Newblood boys really made things better for us.”

Jisung grins as he returns the gesture, “Y/n, we’d do it all for you. Anytime. I mean, come on! You’re Miroh’s awesome queen! She’s gotta have the hot bad boys from the Newblood side.”

“I think I’m going to vomit.” Seungmin deadpans as Hyunjin squints his eyes.

“Is that so?” you laugh, “Well, I’m sure a million other ladies would like that as well.”

Changbin gets up from the bed and throws an arm around your shoulders, “I know you’d want to see Chan and Minho, so go ahead. We’ll be helping with some castle clean up while you check on the two.”

-----

Just when you reach the second floor of the castle, which was still messed up from the battle earlier, Woojin and Minho had just ascended the stairs. The three of you look at each other for a few seconds before you finally break into a sprint and jump into Minho’s arms. The Magnetron’s eyes widen in surprise as he instinctively catches you before steadying himself. Woojin chuckles as he comments, “Looks like she’s recovered already.”

You release your hold on Minho before offering the Gravitron a warm smile, “Are you feeling better, Wooj? How’s everything?”

Woojin smiles, his warm voice a refreshing sound to all, “I’m a bit hungry from walking around Miroh, but I’m more or less good. I do have to find Jisung though.”

“He’s upstairs with Changbin and the rest.” you chuckle, “Probably third floor?”

“I’ll check.” Woojin says, giving you a high-five before making his leave.

You turn your attention to Minho, “Did Youngjae heal everything?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Minho nods, a small smile gracing his lips, “You?”

“I feel sore, but I think all the injuries are gone.” you answer before looking down at the ground.

Minho can’t seem to decipher your mood; he knows you’re happy that the battle’s over and everyone’s practically safe, but he senses an uneasiness and gloominess to your mood today. He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow, “Y/n? Talk to me.”

“I’m worried.” you say bluntly, avoiding his gaze.

Minho sighs, “About? Y/n, you do know that everything that happens from now on will definitely cause us worries, right? Our very backbone and support structure – the Council – just messed things up for the whole of Miroh and basically every city under our jurisdiction.”

You nod, “I know, Min, but…that’s not what I’m super worried about.”

“Then what is it?”

“You.”

“Why?” Minho inquires, raising his eyebrow yet again.

“Your father…” you start, “The Council. You do know that we’re either going to have to execute them or send them to Dolorem.”

“I know.” Minho says quietly, a small, very subtle hint of pain in his voice, “But he knows the consequences of his actions. I can’t and will not do anything about that.”

“You know we’ll always be here for you, right? You can let it all out on us when it’s too much.” you slowly chuckle, offering your best friend your hand.

Minho grasps it, giving it a light squeeze while smiling warmly, “I know. I always have.”

-----

“Y/n!” Felix exclaims, nearly knocking his seat over as he jumps to his feet.

In an instant, he’s in front of you and enveloping you in a bear hug. “Thank goodness you’re awake!”

You gently rub his back and giggle, “Hey Lix.”

His eyes are sparkling and glowing as he begins to narrate his battle with one of the Councilors from earlier. The way his voice rises with excitement has you listening intently until Jeongin pulls you two apart. “Hey! I want to see y/n as well!” he jokes around, giving you a wide smile.

You reach up to ruffle Jeongin’s hair, “Hyunjin tells me you were really brave in fighting Lady Jung.”

Jeongin blushes, eyes narrowing like crescents as he smiles wider, “I wouldn’t go to that extent, but if he says so, then I guess it’s true.”

Chan was watching you interact with the two younger boys with a fond smile smoothing over his lips. A warm feeling spreads in his body as he watches the younger boys behave so enthusiastically around you; you were truly part of their little Newblood family. As the two exchange stories with you like excited children, Woojin pokes his head by the door and grins, “Hey guys.”

“Hi Woojin-hyung.”

“You both should probably let y/n and Chan rest and talk in private.” the older male smiles, “Besides, we need help clearing out the castle.”

“Oh, right!” Jeongin’s eyes widen.

“Roger that.” Felix grins.

He gives you one last hug before teleporting out. Jeongin does the same before following the older male outside. Woojin gently shuts the door, and you soon hear their footsteps moving farther away. You decide to finally turn your attention to Chan, but as soon as you turn on your heel, you immediately feel his arms snake around your body. The sudden action causes you to squeal in surprise before allowing your giggles and chuckles to escape your lips. You return the favor, bringing your arms around his neck. “I assume Youngjae treated all your injuries.” you whisper against his neck, fingers playing with the little hairs on his nape.

Chan hums in response, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes, “Yeah, he did.”

“You took quite a beating.” you give him a concerned smile, tilting your head to the side.

The male chuckles, pecking your lips several times before smirking, “You’re one to talk.”

“No, no, I’m good.” you laugh.

The male decides to cup your face, squishing your cheeks as he places more kisses on your lips and nose. “Ah! Chan!” you whine, trying to pry his hands off of your face.

He merely laughs, eventually abiding by your wishes and letting go. The laughter dies down, and you and Chan are left in silence, your eyes staring up at his own and getting lost in the warm color. His hands have fallen from your waist to your hips as his lips gravitate towards yours. You meet him halfway, closing the gap in an instant. It’s a slow and gentle kiss as opposed to the fiery and passionate ones you usually share with each other, but it was a perfect match to the situation at hand.

You were both broken down and healing from a rabid battle not too long ago, every inch of your bodies and emotions still raw and vulnerable. Every touch Chan ministered to your body was a feather-light caress to the skin, lips supple with fluid, velvety movements. You pull him closer to your body, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck as the remnants of your now-gone injuries burn in your memories.

Felix opens the door to call the two of you, but screams as soon as his eyes set on your intimate deeds. “This is the second time! Why is it always me?” he exclaims, running away from the scene.

You and Chan pull away with you burying your face against his chest in embarrassment. Chan rubs your back as he tries his best to not laugh at this “predicament”. Hyunjin watches Felix flee before waving as if you two kissing were a completely normal thing to see, “Bambam says he wants to speak to you two since we need to settle on how to deal with this whole mess.”

“We’ll be right there, Jinnie.” you respond, voice muffled by Chan’s shirt.

Hyunjin chuckles before walking off, muttering something along the lines of “what a cutie”. You pull away, face flushed and skin burning for reasons other than your Burner abilities. “Time to face the music, babygirl.” Chan gently squeezes your arm.

Letting out a deep sigh, you give him a small smile, “Let’s hope the citizens are willing to listen.”

“Whatever happens, you’ll be ok. We’ll be ok.” the male kisses your temple.

“Let’s go.”

↠ A week and a four days later

With the help of Bambam and Im Jaebeom, one of his Elite friends, you and Changbin were able to clear things up with not only the citizens of Miroh, but also with all the towns and cities under your jurisdiction.

“A few members of the High House Council had conspired against the Royal Family’s remaining heirs, enlisting the help from SKZ’s captain, Ho, and handful of their rebel group. The two parties wished to overthrow the Seo siblings, claiming ownership over the throne for themselves.” Bambam had explained calmly, eyes unwavering and serious as he looked onto the crowd of people listening.

You were given the chance to let the people hear everything you had discovered; all the dirty secrets the Council held, the truth behind your father’s death, the involvement of SKZ and Ho, how Chan and the rest aided you and the other Silver boys – all of the details were spilled, causing the citizens to react in either shock or anger. You were as transparent – and vulnerable – as glass as you told the citizens everything, but you knew that if you truly were going to be queen, they would have the right to know what had been going on behind closed doors.

The Council members who had been labelled traitors were to be sent to Dolorem for punishment for all eternity until they died. Ho was dead, and his followers were either executed or sent to Dolorem. Plans for your Silver friends were discussed by the remaining good-natured Council members and were to be announced not too far from now. Plans for reconstructing the said Council and Chan and the other Newblood boys were also undergoing discussions on where and how they’d proceed from now on, because clearly, they were “heroes” and not enemies to the Silvers for “helping save the prince and princess”.

One thing, however, was set in stone: you were going to be crowned officially queen tomorrow.

Right now, a day before your official coronation, you, the Silver boys, and the Newblood boys decided to spend leisure time in Yellow Wood’s beautiful lake – the very lake you and Chan first swam in. The very lake where it all started.

And this time, Minho and Seungmin were with you all.

“Y/n!” Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Changbin all scream, scurrying over to you and Chan who were already in just your undergarments.

“Quick! Someone cover my sister!” Changbin yells, running over to cover Chan’s eyes, causing the latter to merely laugh.

Seungmin burns a million shades of red as he covers his own eyes, crouching down on the floor, “This is absurd! This is improper behavior! A princess must not strip in front of all these men!”

“Y/n, quick! Hide yourself!” Hyunjin panics, blocking you from the view of the other Newbloods as he closes his eyes.

Minho looks as if he was already fed up with everyone’s stupidity, especially when Jisung wouldn’t stop his attempts in pushing the Magnetron towards the water.

Woojin can’t help but let out a loud laugh as he throws an arm around Seungmin’s shoulder, “You guys, you can’t swim with your full clothes on. You gotta at least take some off.”

“What?” all the Silver boys scream in disbelief, including Minho.

This causes Jisung and Felix to chortle before stripping their shirts off. “Oh come on, rich kids.” Felix teases, “Let loose.”

Jeongin is already in the water, splashing everyone else, “You all are taking too long. What gives?”

After much convincing from Chan and Woojin, plus whining from you and Jisung, the four Silver boys end up following their instructions and strip their shirts and pants off. Changbin pouts, “Yeah, listen up. Even if I did all this, I still can’t swim.”

“Yeah, y/n mentioned Burners hate water.” Woojin laughs, already joining Jeongin in the water. The younger male beams, “Chan-hyung can carry y/n, but I don’t know about you all.”

“Yup,” Chan smirks, taking your hand in his as he guides you to the water, ready to keep you in his arms like before.

Hyunjin shrugs, “I swim in Miroh so…”

Without another word, he splashes in, tackling Jeongin and submerging themselves underwater within seconds. Seungmin looks apprehensive, but Jisung ends up pushing him in either way.

“Jisung!” Seungmin yells as his head emerges from the water.

Jisung starts to laugh when Seungmin decides to splash him, but that only lasts so long since Hyunjin drags Seungmin with him and Jeongin to the farther parts of the lake. Felix grabs Changbin’s arm, teleporting themselves into the water. Woojin and Felix keep him calm, the older male using his gravity manipulation to allow Changbin to “float”.

“What about you, Lee?” Jisung taunts Minho who stands on the wooden platform by the lake.

Minho shakes his head, a small hint of pink dusting his cheeks as he turns his face the other way. “Oh my gosh.” Jisung squeals, “You can’t swim either!”

Minho glares at him, the pinkness on his cheeks more evident, “I don’t have time to – ”

Too late. Jisung has pushed Minho into the water without any warning, causing the Magnetron to panic. Thankfully, Woojin was nearby. Minho clings onto Woojin’s back like a child, gritting his teeth as he yells at Jisung who is now in the water, “Han Jisung! You piece of – ”

“Relax, weirdo!” Jisung laughs, “Woojin’s got you!”

Minho is hesitant, but when Woojin assures him that his Gravitron abilities will allow him to stay afloat, the Magnetron slowly lets go of his hold on Woojin. Jisung swims over, chuckling as he gently splashes Minho, “See? Not so bad.”

Minho nearly pouts, splashing Jisung back, “I hate you.”

Soon, everyone gathers in the middle of the lake, laughter ensuing as each of you fool around and enjoy the simplest of things together. Later on, Felix, Jeongin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin venture out into the wider, more open area of the lake. Jeongin said something about fish and other creatures being there, so obviously, Hyunjin wanted to check it out and inevitably dragged Seungmin along. “Whoa! They’re biting me!” Hyunjin screams.

“Don’t worry, it’s not any harm!” Jeongin chuckles at Hyunjin’s dramatic flailing.

Seungmin laughs as well, interest piqued by the brightly colored fish swimming around them. He and Felix follow them around and dive underwater a few times to see more of the beauty underneath the water.

You, Chan, Woojin, Changbin, Jisung, and Minho remain in the shaded area of the lake, opting to simply converse with each other and crack a few jokes from time to time. Jisung’s silly antics in the water has everyone cracking up, and you notice – and even hear – how Minho’s laugh was also present; a sound you used to think was long gone.

They even have little competitions like “who can breathe underwater the longest”, which of course, brought out your brother’s competitive side.

While they were arguing about hot water or cold water, Chan brings his lips to your ears, whispering, “Do you want to go to the cave again?”

Your eyes brighten as you grin widely, “Yes please!”

The male chuckles, swimming away with you in his arms. Just like before, he dives down with you, emerging in the cave not too long after. The crystals were still the same, glowing in all their glory. “It’s still beautiful.” you gape, eyes wide with wonder as the crystals light up the dark cave.

Chan reaches up to touch a few, “They never stop shining like this, you know?”

“That’s amazing.” you grin, eyes still glued to their colorful structures.

You then finally rip your gaze away from the crystals, eyes now on Chan as he simply smiles at you. “I’m really thankful you brought me here, Chan.” you tell him, voice small and slightly shy, “It’s like…our little private getaway.”

“I guess you’re right.” Chan laughs, “I like the sound of that.”

You let out a breathy laugh before gently leaning your forehead against his. Chan hugs you tighter, pouting his lips to plant a quick kiss to yours. “Are you ready for tomorrow?”

You pull away slightly, giving your lover a sheepish chuckle, “I know I should be, but I’m really nervous.”

“It’s alright.” Chan smiles, eyes crinkling as his smile stretches wider, “You’ll do great.”

“But you know…” you trail off, gaze ripping away from Chan’s as your eyes opt to look at the water around you, “I don’t know if I have what it takes to be the queen of a whole nation. Beating the Council and Ho is one thing, and so is spouting all those honorable words about uniting people and creating a peaceful kingdom, but you said it yourself. Saying those things and actually doing it are completely different. I don’t think I can – ”

“Y/n.”

“Chan, what if I mess up?”

“Babygirl, listen.” Chan chuckles, and once you’ve stopped babbling and look at him, he continues, “You have to take it one step at a time, ok? Sure, think about the big picture, but don’t forget that you have to progress little by little. You can’t do everything at once.”

“You’re right.” you chuckle, sighing in what seems to be relief, “I’ll do what I can.”

“You’re much more capable than you think you are, y/n. I believe in you, your friends do, your brother does. You should believe in yourself too.”

You laugh at this, eyes sparkling happily, “Ok, ok, I got it.”

Chan chuckles, smiling wider when you start to run your finger along his nose bridge. When you plant a soft kiss on it, the male hums contentedly before burying his face in your neck. “Whatever happens, I’m proud of you, babygirl.”

“Thank you, Chan.” you whisper, running your fingers along his wet hair, “Thank you for everything.”

You stand in your room, staring at your reflection in the mirror for what seems to be forever. After quite a while, you’re actually wearing a grand, luxurious gown and not simple, casual clothes. The people have gathered in front of your castle, awaiting the official proclamation of your crowning just like how it was for your father a few years ago. The commotion of Miroh’s citizens – as well as a few Reds and Newbloods visiting from other cities – can be heard from your room as you take deep breaths to calm yourself.

Bambam pokes his head into your room, smiling gently as his calm voice breaks the silence, “Y/n, we’re all ready for you.”

You clasp your hands together, whirling around to face the elegant man, “Alright, this is it.”

“Indeed.” Bambam chuckles, extending his arm to you.

You gently loop your arm around his as he ushers you into the throne room. “Changbin and Minho will directly be beside you during the coronation.” Bambam explains while walking, “Hyunjin and Seungmin will also be by the side, and luckily, your Newblood friends were given the privilege to watch the whole ceremony in our…‘special’ area.”

“Special area?” you raise an eyebrow while chuckling.

Bambam grins, “All the citizens are watching from below, yes? Your Newblood friends will be watching from the balcony parallel to the throne room’s one. So, same level as the throne room, but different balcony.”

“Alright.” you chuckle.

Once the giant doors have swung open, all your friends begin to gasp and cheer lightly, eyes overflowing with a glimmer of awe and joy. Bambam leans down to whisper, “I’m just going to get the last few things settled, so go and mingle with your friends for a bit, ok?”

“Thanks Bam.” you grin, giggling when he sends you a wink as he walks over to another group of Elites.

Changbin is the first to run over to you, enveloping you in a big hug, “Today’s the day, sis, and my, aren’t you looking like a perfect queen?”

You chuckle, slapping his arm playfully. You nod at his white suit that matches your own white gown, “And never would I have imagined that you’d wear something as grand as this.”

“Hey,” Changbin laughs, “the queen’s brother has to look just as good, right?”

“That’s true.” you smirk, giving your brother’s hand a gentle squeeze, “I’m glad you’re with me through this all, Binnie. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

The prince laughs, shaking his head lightly, “We got here together. We got here with those idiots.” He gestures towards your group of Silver and Newblood friends, “And I couldn’t be any prouder of you, sis. I have no words. And I am 100% certain that Father and Mother would be proud as well.”

“I really do love you, baby bro.” you chuckle, giving your brother another hug.

“I do too, sis.” the prince laughs.

Hyunjin fake-cries as he jogs over to you, dragging Seungmin along. “Y/n! You look amazing! I’m crying, it’s really happening! You’re going to be queen!”

You give him a hug before laughing at his fake-crying face, “Aw, Jinnie, don’t worry. Even as queen, you’re still my little Jinnie.”

“Oh, this is making me so sad.” Hyunjin continues to joke around, “My best friend’s a queen.”

Seungmin chuckles, giving you a nod, “Y/n does deserve it, after all.”

“We all deserve what’s about to happen, especially you.” you smile.

The young Whisper mimics the action, “I won’t disappoint any of you, y/n.”

“You never did, Minnie.” you assure him, squeezing his arm lightly.

You continue to play around with your Silver friends until the Newblood gang walks over. Your eyes widen with delight as you see them wearing formal attire for the first time. “You guys look amazing!” you chuckle, giving Felix a pat on the back.

“Thanks.” Felix beams, “Hyunjin and Changbin helped us get these cool suits.”

“I feel so rich and famous.” Jisung chirps in, spinning around to flex his olive-green suit.

“Jeongin!” you squeal, gripping Jeongin’s hands in yours, “You look so cute!”

The young male laughs, a shade of pink dusting his cheeks as he winks, “Cuter than Hyunjin?”

You wink back, whispering loud enough for Hyunjin to hear, “Yes, cuter than him.”

“Hey!” Hyunjin laughs, “Who helped you get that suit, Innie?”

Woojin laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “Yeah, yeah you’re all cute in y/n’s eyes, but we all know who she thinks is most handsome.”

“You?” you joke, tilting your head innocently.

“Now, we don’t want my best friend murdering me, y/n.” Woojin clicks his tongue, shaking his head playfully.

Chan stands there, arms crossed across his chest as a wide grin plasters itself on his face, “Oh, no, no. I wouldn’t murder you, Wooj. I mean, I agree with y/n. You look good, even better than y/n herself.”

Changbin and Felix start to laugh with Woojin, clapping their hands like seals. You pout at Chan, “Hey Bang Chan! I have all the power to kick you out of this castle right now, you know?”

Chan laughs with his friends before wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you close to his side, “Yeah, I know, but we also both know you aren’t going to do that.”

“Mhmm.” you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow.

The Sounder winks, placing a quick kiss on your cheek, “I’m messing with you. You look really pretty, babygirl.”

You blush at the compliment and nickname, resulting in you burying your face in Chan’s chest. The male ends up laughing even more, clearly amused at your situation. Changbin grimaces, “I am really happy for you two, but please, not in front of me. I want to gag.”

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend.” Jeongin snickers.

“Neither do you.” Changbin spits back, but before the two can continue arguing, Seungmin stops them.

Bambam then saunters over to your group, “Alright, y/n. Show time. Chan and friends, please proceed to your designated area. The rest of you, with y/n.”

Chan and the other Newblood boys nod and leave the room as Bambam leads your Silver group to the throne room’s balcony. Standing by the door was Minho, smiling at you gently. No smirk, no coldness, no snarky comments. He simply smiled, nodding his head towards the door, “You made it, y/n.”

You give him a tight hug, flashing an equally gentle smile, “We made it, Min. We.”

Bambam swings the large glass doors open and the crowd goes wild. He raises his hand as a gesture to request for silence, and as soon as the crowd quiets down, he speaks, “Citizens of the whole kingdom, the past weeks have brought about many hardships for many of us here in the High Houses, as well as for many Newbloods.”

Bambam continues to give an inspiring, well-articulated, and very dignified speech that enamors everyone’s attention. As he ends it, his cool demeanor switches to that of a sunnier one, “You have waited years since our late King Seo passed. So with that, it is time to officially present to you, your new ruler. Ladies and gentlemen, your new queen, Seo y/n.”

You walk out onto the balcony as the crowd begins to cheer and dazzle you with their bright smiles. You hear Changbin whistling and Jisung screaming your name as well. Minho walks over, silver crown in his gloved hands. As Bambam proclaims you queen, Minho gently places the jewel-encrusted crown onto your head, giving you a smirk, “My queen.”

You giggle and grin at your best friend before pinching his cheek. Minho laughs, stepping aside so the crowd could see you. You give them a few demure waves. Your eyes glaze over everyone, stopping in their tracks as soon as they land on Chan. There he was, clapping and smiling with his dimples on full display as he maintained eye contact with you. “That’s my girl.” he says, sending his message over with the help of his Sounder abilities.

Giggling, you respond, “You’re cheeky, aren’t you?”

Afterwards, you begin to give your speech; no rehearsed lines, no dagger-eyes from the Council watching your every word, no formula to follow – just your own heartfelt words. When you finish – addressing your shortcomings, the help you received, and how you will work on becoming the queen your kingdom deserves – the crowd cheers once again, clapping in unison as you bow. Bambam then grins, giving your back a quick pat, “Now, with all that has happened within the structures of the Council, a few changes were also agreed upon.”

“Lee Minho, officially appointed as Captain of the Royal Guard.”

Minho steps forward, smiling and bowing towards the crowd. You and all your other friends cheer him on, though quite noticeably you hear Jisung shout something like “That’s my best rival!”

“Seo Changbin, officially appointed as Vice Captain of the Royal Guard.”

Hyunjin continues his fake-crying while the Newblood boys whistle. You squeal and maintain your happy-jumps as Changbin falls into step beside you. “That’s my brother!”

“Hwang Hyunjin, officially appointed as the New Council’s Official Representative.”

“Go Hyunjin!” you all cheer when Hyunjin shyly giggles and waves at the crowd. Jeongin and Felix do a little victory dance while jumping around in circles.

“Kim Seungmin, officially appointed as the queen’s Head Adviser.”

Seungmin shyly steps out onto the balcony, chuckling as you and Changbin smother him with hugs. “Yay Minnie!” Woojin cheers, clapping excitedly.

Bambam nods, a proud and endeared smile on his plump lips, “For the final change…as the Council has been reconstructed into the New Council spearheaded by me and a few other Elites, we have all agreed – with the consent of the queen and her adviser – that a new ‘division’ be made within the New Council. It may come off as controversial for some, but we at the New Council are gladly welcoming this change.”

He continues, “Bang Chan and Kim Woojin of the Newblood group are now the respective captains of SKZ; no longer a rebel group, but now under the New Council’s authority for works and reformations to be done with non-Silver cities. They will serve as the Newblood and Red’s official representatives to the New Council, and we will work hand-in-hand to bring improvements to all parties.”

A mixture of shock, surprise, and joyous cheers fill the place, but you and your friends smile wider and clap harder than ever. This was just one of the moves into finally following your father’s footsteps.

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“What’s this called?” Jisung asks Changbin while holding up one of the pastries being served in the castle’s ballroom.

After the coronation, a small ball was held, with a few Elites and your Newblood friends invited, of course. While the Elites were busy conversing with Minho, Chan and Woojin, you and your friends were by the food tables. “Oh, this tastes heavenly!” Jeongin gasps after taking a bite of one of the pink-colored desserts.

Hyunjin laughs, “I knew you’d like that one. That’s Seungmin’s favorite too.”

“It is heavenly.” Seungmin agrees, taking a bite of his own dessert.

“Y/n,” Felix points at your head, “What’s it like wearing a crown?”

“Well, despite it looking heavy with all these crystals, Bambam made it so that it would actually be pretty light.” you tap the crown on your head, “And it stays put on your head as long as you don’t move around too vigorously.”

“Then we know it’s gonna fall off your head when you and Chan – ” Jisung teases, but Changbin smacks his arm.

“Can you not?” your brother yells, shoving a cinnamon roll into Jisung’s mouth who happily eats it anyway.

You let out an airy laugh, “Maybe I can ask Bambam to make little crowns for all of you one of these days.”

“I’d like that very much.” Felix chuckles, patting his lightly-colored hair.

Hyunjin throws his arms around Seungmin and Jeongin’s shoulders, “You know, I know we’re all having a blast here and all, but it’s crazy to think that not too long ago, so much was happening and our lives were literally at stake.”

“Good thing we got that sorted out then.” you smile, “Who knows what or where we’d be if Ho’s side won. If he’d even keep us alive.”

Jeongin nods, “That’s true. It just feels so…comforting to know that we’re entering a new ‘era’ with y/n as the ruler.”

“I do have a pretty impressive set of friends, Innie, so this queen is considered blessed.” you smile, “If Changbin never brought me along to District 9, if none of us ever got to meet you Newbloods, it would be so different. It still amazes me as to how this all worked out.”

“Hey,” Jisung grins, clasping his hands together, “we all make a pretty good team, right? So, let’s celebrate! To a new queen, to new friends, and to new memories!”

The ball didn’t last too long, ending approximately one or two hours before midnight. When all the guests had left the castle, Bambam explained that the Newbloods are more than welcome to stay in the castle for as long as they want. However, Woojin and Chan explained that they had to go back to District 9 to settle things in their own city. As such, the Newbloods would at least spend the night in the castle before leaving tomorrow morning.

No one wanted to exactly go to bed yet – perhaps making the most of the time they had in the castle with each other – so Felix, Changbin and Jisung decided to hang around in the castle garden. Hyunjin and Jeongin opted to take an evening stroll in Garden Fantasia while Woojin, Minho and Seungmin stayed in one of the cozier offices somewhere in the second floor.

You, on the other hand, were drained and exhausted from all the interactions and socializing. It didn’t help that you had to do it in an elaborate gown and wonderfully high heels. You told the boys you’d see them in the morning, and while they happily said their “goodnight”s, Chan chose to go with you.

As soon as the two of you are in your room, Chan shuts the door and chuckles, “I take it you’re not one for those fancy balls and parties.”

“Never was.” you laugh, “Changbin, Hyunjin, and I would always try to sneak away before, but Minho and Seungmin would always stop us.”

You kick your heels off and walk over to your vanity, removing all your jewelry and placing the crown inside a chest, “I think all I need and want is a peaceful sleep.”

Chan is already behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Then why don’t we get some rest, yeah?” he whispers against your neck.

You smirk, “You do know you aren’t technically allowed to stay in my room, right?”

“Yeah, but Bambam did say ‘just for this one night’, right?” he giggles, spinning you around to face him.

You pretend to think for a few seconds, pouting your lips a little. “Hmm…fine. But only because this stays between you, me, the boys, and Bambam. Not another soul.”

“Promise.” Chan grins, holding his finger up.

You wrap your pinky finger with his, giggling when he places a kiss on your finger afterwards. His kisses trail up your arm, around the area of your shoulder, and finally the side of your neck. You hum at his actions, pulling him closer to you as you feel his lips on your skin. Not too long after, his kisses move to your jaw, and then finally to your lips, kissing you without hesitation. As you get lost in the captivating feeling of each other’s lips moving against each other in perfection, Chan reaches his hand up to tug at the last pin holding your hair together. Your hair falls freely, cascading around your face in a graceful manner as the male glides his hand along to your cheek.

Your lips never leave his, hands running down Chan’s chest just as his other hand finds the buttons of your gown. You grip the lapels of his suit, only to have him remove it from himself. Meanwhile, his hands unbutton your gown in a slow, sultry manner, each centimeter of movement revealing the skin of your back. Eventually, the gown falls to the floor, pooling around your feet and leaving you bare and vulnerable as you bring yourself closer to Chan. His hands smooth over every inch of your skin, igniting a dangerous flare underneath, leaving sparks of ecstasy in their wake. His right hand then settles on the small of your back while the other helps you unbutton his shirt.

Within seconds, you’re both under the sheets of your bed with Chan towering above you. The kisses haven’t stopped, perhaps becoming even more hungry and passionate as time passed. Chan decides to lather your neck with more kisses, gently nibbling and sucking on the skin from time to time. Your fingers caress at his bare back, leaving a trail of blazing fire wherever they went, in the same manner his gentle touches had you feeling alive.

He brings his lips back to yours, both of you kissing so hard, it was as if you couldn’t consume anything else but each other. After more mingling tongues and raspy words of love exchanged between the two of you, Chan pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath. A comfortable silence stretches between you two as you remain in place as your hearts beat as one. You bring your hand up to caress Chan’s cheek, gently whispering, “Chan?”

“Hm?”

“Will you please stay?” you start slowly – a bit apprehensive over your own words – before clearing your throat and speaking bolder, “I mean, please stay in Miroh for the time being. I’d like you to stay. All of you.”

Chan’s fingers gingerly trace your jaw before they rest on your cheek, thumb stroking the skin softly. “Y/n, I’d love to stay here more than anything, but District 9 is in a vulnerable and ‘leader-less’ state. You have Miroh, and I have District 9.”

You nod in understanding, lips inevitably forming a small pout. Chan chuckles at this rather adorable sight, opting to press feathery kisses on your pouted lips. He then speaks, voice low and hushed, “But…because I love you, I’ll stay. I’ll stay for a few days, but the boys and I will have to go back to District 9 to settle things.”

“That’s all I ask.” you hum, closing your eyes contentedly, but they shoot open when his prior words suddenly sink in.

Your eyes widen as you look at his smirking expression. Chan raises a cocky eyebrow, chuckling at your tomato-like cheeks, “What is it, babygirl?”

“Baby – ” you feel your brain short-circuiting at everything that was happening, butterflies going into a frenzied chaos in your stomach. You gulp and clear your throat, forcing yourself to remain poised as you calm yourself, “You said…you love….”

“I love you?” Chan guesses, smirk now softening into a warmer smile, “Yeah. I do, y/n. I have since the day we went swimming in Yellow Wood. I loved you since then, and I love you ‘til now.”

You pout your lip in an attempt to suppress a rather giddy smile from breaking out, but Chan’s giggles are making it hard for you to do so. Eventually, you end up biting your lip as your eyes sparkle with glee at the male’s words. He starts to laugh, causing you to blush even more than you already were. “Chan!”

“What?” he laughs, “I mean it, y/n!”

You take a deep breath, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. Tears start to well in your eyes; it wasn’t that you doubted the man. You somehow knew that indeed loved you, but to hear those three words with your own ears, to hear them now in your most open and vulnerable state with no walls or guards to put up between your heart, you couldn’t help but cry just a little. With a soft smile and starstruck eyes, you whisper, “I love you too, Chan. More than you know.”

Chan whispers against your lips, “I know.”

Later on, he plops down beside you, pulling your body close to his. Relishing in the warmth you give him, the male buries his face by the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. When you begin to hear him snoring softly, you giggle to yourself, closing your eyes in bliss.

Chan was right. A scintilla was all you needed. A scintilla of faith and support from the people you most cared about. A scintilla of their belief and trust in you was more than enough to drive and push you to fight. A scintilla of hope to bring light into your kingdom. And, a scintilla of light – small as it may be – was more than enough to guide you to where you were now.

↠ EPILOGUE – one and a half years later

While you were still far from completely uniting the people as your father wished, there was progress. A hint of discrimination still lingered around, but the relationships and ties between Silvers, Newbloods, and Reds was slowly improving. Chan and Woojin oversaw most of the work on the Newblood and Red side while you and the New Council did so for the Silvers. Your ‘factions’ worked together very closely to come to agreements, terms, and deals for the benefit of all.

Kings from many kingdoms flocked to Miroh for your hand in marriage, but you politely declined as it was no secret your heart belonged to a certain Newblood. Though you and Chan weren’t married, nor were you engaged, the people in your kingdom were more or less aware of the relationship between you two. Chan and the Newblood boys did not permanently live in your castle, perhaps sleeping over for a few nights if there was a lot of work to do, but they mostly remained in District 9 to do work. Chan, specifically, promised to visit you as frequently as possible or when he wasn’t overseeing work on the Newblood-Red side.

“Y/n, has Minho returned from Dolorem yet?” Seungmin asks as he steps into your office.

You look up from the table, shaking your head, “No, I heard he’ll be back late afternoon.”

“Hmm.” he hums, handing you a set of papers, “Isn’t he with Woojin and Sungie?”

You nod, taking the papers from him, “Yup. The New Council gave the go signal to have Dolorem’s prisoners kind of ‘work’ in Dolorem – the whole Dolorem restoration proclamation thing – so that would include the former Council members, including Lord Lee. Minho went to keep an eye on his father while Jisung and Woojin are with him for safety measure. Woojin’s overseeing the whole thing since he can neutralize the prisoners if they decide to do anything funny.”

“Did Innie make it to Chryseum safely?” you then inquire, remembering that the young man had errands to complete in that city.

Seungmin chuckles, “You sound like a mother. But yes, he made it safely. He’ll be there for a few days before returning here to report.”

“It’s just…he’s usually with Woojin so to have him and going around alone can be worrisome!” you laugh, shaking your head in amusement.

“Ok, sure.” Seungmin grins, “Well, Hyunjin and I are going to Elysium for a meeting. If you need anything, Changbin should be around the castle. Chan and Lix just finished work in Greensborough, so they might drop by too.”

“Ok, take care.” you smile, waving at your friend as he makes his exit.

The door clicks shut, and you turn your attention back to your papers. Minutes pass by in silence as you read the sheets, signing here and there. “Oh, Changbin needs to see this.” you note, picking the sheets of paper and heading for the door.

You’ve only stood up from your table when the door swings open. Chan enters the room, a bright smile on his lips. You repress a squeal, dropping the papers back on your table as you sprint towards Chan. You throw yourself onto him, the latter immediately snaking his arms around your waist as he erupts into a dorky chuckle, “Hey babygirl.”

When he sets you back down, you raise an eyebrow, “I still don’t know why you chose ‘babygirl’, out of all possible nicknames, to use for me.”

“Because you’re my babygirl?” Chan jokes, laughing some more when you playfully roll your eyes.

You giggle anyway, allowing Chan to envelope your hands in his. “How was Greensborough?” you ask brightly.

Chan answers, “Doing good. The projects Jisung suggested are slowly happening, so there’s that. But…I wasn’t able to get the flowers you asked for. They sold out.”

“It’s fine, there’s always next time.” you chuckle, “We can even go together.”

“Sounds good.” Chan grins, squeezing your hand, “But…I did get you something else, from Hillstone on the way back.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, eyes wide with wonder, “Hmm? What’s that?”

Chan smiles, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling something out of his pocket. He reveals a flowery box and slowly opens it, revealing a shiny gold ring with a single red gem encrusted in the middle. You gasp, eyes now wide with surprise as Chan gently lifts your hand, slipping the ring onto your ring finger. You bring your hand up, staring at the simple yet dazzling jewelry. You bring your other hand up; on your right ring finger was the ring your parents gave you – the flame making ring. On your left ring finger was the one Chan just gave you now.

“Chan, I…wow.” you say, breathless, “It’s beautiful.”

The male laces his fingers between yours, pulling you close to his body, “Woojin’s always asking me if I intend to marry you. You’ve asked me several times if I ever wanted to ‘become your king’. Hyunjin…well, Hyunjin tends to force himself as matchmaker along with Jisung.”

You giggle, suddenly remembering all the time those two young men would play cupid to you and Chan, “Yeah, I know. So, this is your way of telling me…?”

Chan smiles fondly, lowering his voice, “Marrying you would be an honor, y/n, but I don’t think I’m ready for stepping into the whole royal life. But, I can’t imagine myself marrying anyone but you. So, this ring – ” he lifts your hand to place a kiss on the ring, “ – is my promise to you. My promise that when I know I’m ready to ask for your hand in marriage, I’ll replace this ring with an actual marriage one.”

You stare at him with watery eyes, biting your lip in glee as the fluttering butterflies visit your stomach once again. He brings his forehead to rest against yours, lips ghosting over yours as he whispers, “So please, wait for me, babygirl.”

“I’ll wait for as long as you need, Channie. I always will.” you whisper back, protruding your lips to kiss his chastely.

“Besides, I’m not marrying you until you let Berry sleep on your bed.” Chan jokes, giving you a mischievous wink.

You laugh, playfully swatting his chest, “Well then, I guess we’re both going to have to wait a little more. Berry’s not sleeping on my bed anytime soon, Chan.”

Chan laughs, dimples coming into view as he pinches your cheek in amusement. “Ahh! Chan!” you whine.

To appease you, the male, kisses your cheek before intertwining his fingers with yours, “Come on. Felix is excited to see you after a while.”

You jump gleefully and nod; before you let Chan pull you along outside, you take one glimpse at the picture sitting on your table – the picture of child you and Changbin with your parents, happily smiling and laughing.

“I know that someday, one of you will take the throne and unite two worlds…completely. When you do, it’s going to be the most beautiful thing you’ll ever witness.” your father had said when you were younger.

Those words have always been your driving motivation.

You walk hand-in-hand with Chan down the hallways, and as you do, your eyes trail over to your interlocked hands. His hand is tightly clasped around yours – the hand where his “promise” ring was – swinging your hands gently as you both walked on.

Truly, it was beautiful.

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🎃 Frightful October Act III, #8 ~ What I Want (Wonho / Hoseok Lee)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Crossover, AU, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Supernatural, Halloween, Autumn

Word Count: 2,327

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

World: Monsta X feat. Supernatural

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Your eyes fluttered open and you took in your surroundings. It was dark, the only light coming from a small window near the tall ceiling. You could hear drops of water hitting the ground every few seconds and the smell of mold and dried up blood made your stomach turn. The room was large, the walls made of metal. It was empty, aside from a large piece of machinery behind you and chains hanging from the ceiling.

You struggled against the thick rope binding you to the metal chair, but all it did was constrict tighter around you. Where the hell were you? How in the world had this happened? You let your head fall back, closing your eyes.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

You worked as a waitress at the local diner in town. It wasn’t an ideal job, but your co-workers were friendly and the regular customers were kind. Though it frustrated you sometimes, most days you enjoyed the simplicity of it all. It was mundane, boring, but that’s how you liked it.

The bell on the door chimed and you looked up, greeting the two men that entered. “Welcome! Would you like a booth or a table?”

They answered simultaneously, but their answers were different. “Booth.” “Table.” They glared at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation.

“Um, would you like a minute to -”

The tall one rolled his eyes. “A booth, please.”

The shorter one smirked in triumph, sending you a wink. You chuckled, “Right this way! What can I get you to drink?”

“Water,” the tall one answered.

“Coke.”

“Coming right up!” You scurried back to the counter, grabbing their drinks before returning. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to see if you’re ready to order.” You went around the diner, checking on the customers, refilling drinks and cleaning up the empty tables.

The bell chimed again and you looked up with a smile which faltered only slightly. This one was a regular customer, one that visited every day. He was kind enough, very generous with his tips, but something about him unnerved you. Maybe it was how attractive he was, with his porcelain skin and slim but firm body. He wore all black, the clothes tight and hugging him in all the right places. His slicked-back hair was black at the roots, the length white while the tips were blue. Various piercings decorated his ears and his eyes were dark and mysterious, seeming to carry the knowledge of multiple lifetimes.

“You’re staring,” he chuckled, his voice flowing like silk past his plump lips.

You felt your face burn. “I’m really sorry! Would you like your usual seat?”

“No need to apologize,” he smiled. “The usual is fine.”

The counter allowed for several customers to sit there on stools, letting them watch the waitresses run back and forth while also getting an open view of the kitchen. His seat was near the end of the counter, towards the register.

You didn’t even have to ask him what he wanted. He had been coming to the diner for a year straight, never missing a day, and he ordered the exact same thing every time – chicken breast with white rice and a glass of ice water.

You set the glass down and made the mistake of looking into his eyes. They mesmerized you, making it hard to look away. He stirred the water with his straw, eyes never straying from yours. “How has your day been, Y/N?”

“It’s been good,” you cleared your throat, cursing him for having such an effect on you. “What about yours?”

“Better now that I’m talking to you.”

You tilted your head curiously. He seemed… tired. You chewed on your lip, wondering if you should pry.

“Order up!”

You offered him a smile before grabbing the plate and taking it to its owner. You returned to the two men from earlier. “Ready to order?” You noticed the change in their demeanor pretty quickly. They were far more tense than they had been previously, but what had triggered the change?

“I’ll have the house salad, dressing on the side.”

“The double cheeseburger.”

“Sure, it’ll be up soon,” you scribbled the orders down and headed for the counter, passing the paper on to the chef. You turned around, expecting Hoseok’s eyes to be on you like they were every day, but today was different. He was exchanging heated looks with the two men and it was obvious that there was some serious tension between them. Your brow furrowed in confusion. You had never seen the two men before and you were pretty sure they were from out of town, so how could they have beef with him?

Sensing your concern, Hoseok turned his gaze to you, eyes softening as he sent you a smile. “If you keep scrunching your face up like that, it’s going to freeze.”

You pouted at him, folding your arms. “That’s a myth and you know it.”

He raised a brow, looking shocked. “Is it, though?”

You were silent for a moment, wondering if you should ask him about the men. They were pretty well built, you noticed. Were they troublemakers?

A hand reached out, resting on your cheek which grew warm at the contact. His eyes roped you in, leaving you breathless. “Don’t worry, they won’t be a problem.”

“Who are they?”

He was silent for a moment, “Old acquaintances.”

“Oh…” you glanced at them, their hard stares now focused on you.

“I’m afraid I have to leave early,” he stood up, leaning over the counter towards you. “I promise, you will be safe.”

You wanted to question him, but he was already walking out the door. The two men followed moments later and you couldn’t help but feel worried.

5 HOURS EARLIER

You yawned as you pulled the diner door shut, locking it. The autumn air was cold, making you shiver when a breeze blew past you. It was ten-thirty and the streets were empty save for the homeless and those that had passed out from too much alcohol. Most of your nights were spent closing up and then walking home alone. It was something you did thousands of times before and you never once felt any danger, but that night was different. It felt eerie, like you had just stepped into the plot of a horror flick.

You shivered thinking about Jason jumping out from the darkness or Freddy appearing to tell you that you were having a nightmare. It had been a long, stressful week and you convinced yourself that it was the cause of your current sense of doom. You would soon find out how wrong you were.

You caught movement from the corner of your eye and glanced up. A chevy impala was parked on the side of the road, the short man from earlier leaning against the passenger side door. You assumed he was waiting for his friend, so you didn’t spare him any mind, but when he saw you, he pushed away from the car and offered you a charming smile.

“Hey, finally off work?”

You stopped short, brow furrowed. “Um, yeah. Waiting for your friend?”

“I was waiting for you, actually.”

“What?”

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. We just need your help.”

“We?” You swallowed hard, stepping back. Something firm was behind you and you squeaked when the taller of the two put a rag over your mouth and nose. You fought as hard as you could but he was too strong and your world soon went black.

PRESENT TIME

You groaned, feeling annoyance rising within you as you thought back. You wiggled again, feeling the ropes rubbing your wrists raw, but you just wanted to be free of your bonds. Why was this even happening? You didn’t understand. He said he needed your help, but how was being tied to a chair in a metal room helping?

Your blood ran cold. ‘Am I… Am I bait??’

The large metal door flung open, making a loud screeching sound as it did so. A small bit of light entered through the door, the dull yellow of a nearby street light.

Hoseok rushed into the building, his dark eyes searching frantically. They landed on you and he made a relieved sound as he rushed over to you, his rough hands grasping your face as he searched for any wounds.

You noticed the various scratches on his skin and his lip was split, dried blood covering the wound.

When he was convinced that you were uninjured, he breathed out and rested his forehead against yours, eyes sliding closed. “You’re alright… You’re alright…”

“Alright?” You scowled at him, wiggling violently. “I was kidnapped and tied to a chair! What the hell is going on?”

“Calm down, darling,” he tried to calm you down but you refused to listen, still struggling against the bonds. “Y/N!” he raised his voice, your name coming out as a demand. The weight of his tone made your body instantly still, eyes widening. He smiled sadly, rubbing your cheek. “This is all my fault.”

“Look,” you took a deep breath to slow your racing heart. “Get me out of here and then we can talk.”

He nodded, standing up to go behind you. You were pretty sure he didn’t have a knife, but he was able to easily cut through the ropes like it was butter. His eyes told you not to question. You stood up, legs shaking from the long period of inactivity.

“I’ll carry you.”

“No, I’m fine,” you responded, holding up your hand to stop him. Stomping your feet a few times, you felt the familiar pickling as they started to wake up. Your nose scrunched in displeasure, making him chuckle. “This is hardly the time, Hoseok.”

He smiled softly, “Its your fault for being so cute.”

“Don’t believe anything he says!”

You quickly turned around, finding the short man standing in the doorway, green eyes narrowed at Hoseok.

“He’s lying to you, telling you what you want to hear.”

Hoseok scoffed, placing his body between you and the man. “That’s rich coming from you, Winchester. Are you not supposed to save people? Kidnapping an innocent person is hardly noble.”

“No one ever said we were noble. We do what we have to stop monsters like you.”

“Even at the expense of others,” he shook his head. “You truly are your father’s child. Determined to destroy everything non-human no matter who gets hurt in the process!”

“Non-human?” you muttered, furrowing your brow.

The man smirked at you. “He’s a demon.”

Your blood ran cold at the thought and you quickly removed your hand from Hoseok’s back, taking a step away. “Y-You’re crazy…”

“Maybe I am,” he shrugged. “Do you want to take that chance?”

“Darling,” Hoseok’s voice was strained as he tried to hold himself back. “I want you to run and not look back.”

“I -”

“Go!” He commanded, glaring at you over his shoulder.

With fear filling you, you quickly turned and ran in the opposite direction, bursting through a side door and into a narrow hallway. You could hear yelling behind you, the sound of metal and cries of pain. It made you run faster, heart pounding against your ribcage. You were terrified and confused, not knowing what to think or believe. You always knew Hoseok was sinful, but a demon? Did they even exist?

The hallway was long and dark, and you ended up tripping more times than you wanted to admit, but you finally came to a set of double doors. You slammed your weight into them, nearly falling out into the night. The air was cold, the autumn air whipping around your body as you ran.

You don’t know how far you had run, but your legs were burning and it hurt to breathe. You entered a park, falling onto the bench. The cold metal seeped through your pants, making you shiver. The adrenaline was wearing off and you felt exhausted, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and pretend this was all just a nightmare.

You felt a body next to yours and you cried out on instinct, nearly falling off the bench. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back onto the bench.

“It’s okay, darling,” Hoseok’s soft and comforting voice reached your ears. “You’re safe now.”

“Am I?” you breathed out, closing your eyes. “Are you really…?”

“A demon?” he sighed, releasing his grip on you. “Yes, I am.” Your body tensed and he frowned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“How can I trust you?” you tried to keep your voice strong, but even you could hear the fear lacing it.

“I’ve had plenty of chances to harm you,” he answered, his face blank as he met your gaze. “Not to mention I was nearly sent back to hell trying to rescue you.”

“Why… why did you do that?”

He chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “You really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

“Hey!”

“I want you,” his voice was different now, filled with warmth and love that you had never experienced before. His dark eyes were burning.

“Want me for what?”

“Oh my Lucifer,” Hoseok groaned in frustration before grabbing the back of your neck and slamming his lips against your own. You could feel the cut rubbing against your lip and you caught the metallic taste of blood on your tongue. A groan escaped your throat and he smirked, breaking the kiss. “I want you to be mine, Y/N.”

“Oh.”

“Is that really all you have to say?” he deadpanned.

“I’m sorry, it’s not every day a demon tells you that they want you,” you scowled, folding your arms over your chest and turning away from him. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

His lips found the skin under your ear. “Don’t worry, darling, I don’t disappoint.”

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caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma · 4 years

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Peripheral, Part 4

Author’s Note: After going several rounds with these characters, I am finally ready to post this chapter. It’s so much fun when the personas you create in your mind take on a life of their own. As a writer, all I can do is let the story unfold as it plays out in my mind. I don’t always have control over it. This chapter is a case in point. I can’t fight against this Jungkook and win. The boy is relentless. That being said, I hope you enjoy this little slice of smut. Let me know what you guys think!

Pairings: OT7 x reader; Jimin x reader, Jungkook x reader

Series Summary: An unfortunate accident leaves Kim Namjoon with amnesia, and Big Hit, BTS, ARMY, and the entire world is desperate to help him regain his memories and knowledge. Fortunately, a new genetics company has successfully created a system to alter our brains into human databases which can help someone regain knowledge and memories through a simple input/output exchange. Can this new invention give us back our beloved leader?

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Idol AU

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ cursing, dirty talk, exhibitionism, scratching, orgasm denial, noona kink, handjob, Jungkook striptease, anal play, oral sex, biting, hair pulling, slight dom/sub play, blindfold, Jungkook massages, unprotected sex, sex toy use, choking

Word Count: 9K+

“Ugh, we need new games,” Jimin complained. “I’m tired of these!”

“We haven’t had time to shop, Jiminie,” Tae reminded him. “This is the first time we’ve been able to play together for a long time.”

In a dramatic display of distress, Jimin flopped on the floor by the couch and whined in frustration. Y/N burst out laughing at his ridiculousness. She leaned over and started petting his fluffy silvery-blue hair to calm him down. He purred and cuddled his head in her lap, encouraging further head scratching.

While Y/N happily obliged, she suddenly remembered the purple plastic tub in her room she had yet to unpack.

Do I really want to open up that box?

Trying to remain as casual as possible, Y/N looked over at Jungkook and Taehyung, who were already in another battle on Bubble Fighter. She bit her lip indecisively and then spoke before she could change her mind.

“Hey guys,” she piped up. “I have my PS4 and Nintendo Switch in my room. If you want to hook them up in the living room, we could all play together.”

All movement in the room stopped, reminiscent of a record scratching. The maknae line’s faces lit up with bewilderment and their smiles were reaching their earlobes.

Oh no...what have I done?

“Noona,” Jimin spoke first, sitting up to face her. “You play video games?”

She leaned over and pushed his hair back over his forehead, holding his squishy face in her palms.

“I work with technology, manggae,” she replied. “Of course, I play video games.”

Tae and Jungkook rushed to her sides on the couch, eyes glittering with anticipation.

“What games do you have?” Tae was quick to ask. “Are they only in English?”

“Are they multiplayer or single player?” Jungkook spouted before she could respond. “How many controllers do you have?”

Y/N looked at all three faces, hungry for a new source of entertainment, and her heart melted.

These poor deprived boys…

“Tae, honey,” Y/N cooed, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Under my bed is a purple box covered in stickers. Can you please bring it here?”

Jungkook launched himself over the back of the couch before Tae could react and started running down the hall.

“Kookie-ah,” Tae whined, scampering behind him. “She asked me to get it.”

As the other two fought over who would bring what, Y/N turned her smiling eyes back to Jimin, who was now sitting on his knees leaning toward her. His half-moon eyes and dazzling smile made Y/N sigh in appreciation.

So pretty…

Jimin’s eyebrow twitched and his eager smile morphed into a knowing smirk. He’d caught her actually looking at him like the snack he was, and he wasn’t about to let that slide by unnoticed.

Without thinking twice, Jimin leaned in to press his plush lips against Y/N’s. She almost pulled back in surprise, but Jimin reached his hands up to cup her face, essentially trapping her in his grasp.

The kiss was sweet and soft. He’d just wanted a little taste, but their sudden connection gave Y/N other ideas. Moving her lips against his more firmly, their kiss shifted from sweet to spicy. Within seconds, they were both fighting for dominance over the kiss, tongues at the ready, neither one winning out over the other.

The sounds of raucous laughter and running shoes broke them apart, and Tae and Jungkook were too busy unpacking the gaming systems and the large stack of games to notice the kindled flame growing between Jimin and Y/N.

Jimin was now laying his head back on Y/N’s lap, still receiving head scratches from her deft fingers. His eyes were closed and his kiss-swollen lips were slightly parted, enjoying the attention to his scalp. She tugged on his roots and he let out a barely audible whimper.

“What should we play first?” Tae exclaimed, holding a stack of PS4 games in his hands.

Jungkook stood up, holding up copies of Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 and Dragonball FighterZ.

“I want to play these,” he cried out in excitement. “I’ll kick all of your asses!”

Y/N chuckled lightly and rolled her eyes. She patted Jimin’s cheek and his eyes flipped open. He pouted and reluctantly lifted his head to let her off the couch.

She walked over and grabbed a Switch controller and booted up a game they’d never heard of. The upbeat synthesizer music was catchy and the bold colorful graphics caught their attention.

“What’s Runbow?” Tae asked, tilting his head in confusion. “I’ve never heard of that game, noona.”

“It’s an indie game, Tae-Tae,” Y/N replied. “It’s an easy to play, multiplayer game that we can all enjoy. Everyone grab a controller.”

After explaining the rules and having a few trial runs, everyone was thoroughly enjoying the game and laughing hysterically at the snarky game commentary. Y/N was more than happy to translate the English words they didn’t understand and they were all trying out their newly learned phrases.

“Ok, boys, I’m done playing,” Y/N yawned after 30 minutes of intense gameplay. “I think I’ll just sit and watch you for a while.”

A flurry of fighting games later, Y/N started to doze off. She was surprised when she felt herself gathered up and stretched out across a firm chest.

Blinking her eyes open, she looked up to see Jungkook’s goofy bunny smile and squinty eyes above her watching Tae and Jimin play Tekken 7. The two players were viciously berating each other as they played, and it was obvious they were evenly matched in skill and temperament.

“Didn’t want to play anymore, Kookie?” Y/N murmured against his chest, snuggling into it.

“Nah,” he bragged, wrapping his arms around her. “Just got tired of winning. Thought I should give someone else a turn.”

Y/N looked up at his toothy grin and smiled. He bore the age of an adult, but there was still so much little boy glittering in those eyes. It was endearing to see him so happy.

Adorable.

Y/N shivered and Jungkook pulled a blanket over her and rubbed her arms and back, trying to coax her back into slumber, but she stubbornly fought against it. His hand started to travel a little further south under the blanket at each stroke, and Y/N popped an eyebrow at him when he slid his hand over her ass.

“What do you think you’re doing, Kookie?” She demanded quietly.

Jungkook feigned innocence and shrugged his shoulders.

“Did we not learn our lesson earlier?” Y/N reminded him. “Does Noona need to teach you how to behave?”

Jungkook grinned down at her and Y/N caught a glimpse of the little mischief demon dancing in his eyes.

“Noona can teach me anything she wants,” he taunted. “Any time, any place.”

Such a naughty boy.

Y/N glimpsed the other two boys who were fully engrossed in their match. Maybe she could have a little fun while they were preoccupied.

She shifted her body sideways so her back was to the boys by the TV. Her leg nestled between his thighs, subtly rubbing across his crotch. Jungkook gasped at the contact and rolled his hips a little. Y/N smirked at his reaction.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Jungkook debated on whether or not to continue teasing Y/N, and opted for a change in tactics. He let one hand slip down to the hem of her shirt, slipping his fingers underneath, palming her bare skin just above her hip.

Her skin was incredibly soft, and Jungkook sighed happily as she clutched his shirt and hummed in response to his touch. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb back and forth across her side and snuggled into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

He was about to back off and just enjoy the cuddles when he suddenly felt her nails dragging sharply down his side, not enough to draw blood, but enough to draw out a loud hiss from his mouth.

Jimin turned to the couch and gave Jungkook a questioning look. Jungkook untwisted his face and readjusted Y/N in his arms.

“She moved and grazed her knee against my balls,” Jungkook lied. “Close call.”

Jimin giggled and shook his head. The match started up again, and he dove back into the game with Taehyung.

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief and then trained his fiery gaze on Y/N’s smug expression. She shrugged her shoulders at him innocently and batted her eyes. Before he could muster up a response, he realized her hand was on his thigh, centimeters away from the partial erection he was trying to hide and it was moving closer.

He widened his eyes and shot her a look of warning while looking back at Jimin and Taehyung. The panic in his eyes only increased the size of her grin, and she winked at him as her fingers crawled over his now throbbing erection and gave it a gentle squeeze.

He bit down on his lip to stifle his groan. Jungkook buried his face in her hair and let out a small whine of pleasure. He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on her as she started stroking softly up and down his length. His sweatpants did nothing to hide his growing arousal.

“Noona,” he pleaded in a whisper. “Please, not here.”

“Why not, Kookie?” Y/N quipped. “You did say any time any place, right? Don’t you like it?”

“Yes, of course, but they might see us,” he continued. “They might hear us.”

“Not if you’re quiet,” she whispered back, tightening her grip around his girthy shaft, earning another whimper from his lips. “Can you be a good boy and stay quiet for your noona?”

It took Jungkook a second to calm down enough to think clearly, but the temptation was overwhelming the rational part of his brain. He couldn’t let the others see him like this, not if Y/N was running the show. He’d never hear the end of it. He took one more look at his brothers and then made his decision.

“Ok, noona,” he responded softly, nuzzling into her hair. “I’ll be quiet for you.”

Y/N dropped her hand into his sweats and cupped his balls over his underwear, massaging them gently. Jungkook was floored by the sensation and his whole body clenched to push back the moan threatening to escape his lips. Encouraged, she dipped a finger lower and teased at his perineum, earning another muted whimper in her ear. His fingers dug into her sides, and they were definitely going to leave marks behind.

Her hand traveled back up his shaft, groping and stroking him firmly along the way. She played with the tip a little, encouraging the small wet spot of precum to grow in size. Jungkook’s hips shifted against her, but any attempts to rut against her hand halted her actions completely. They were playing by her rules, not his.

She slipped her fingers up under his shirt, tracing the lines of his abs and finding one of his pert nipples. Y/N looked Jungkook in the eyes as she tweaked it and pulled.

The herculean effort to silence his moans was commendable, but Y/N was positive that his lips were on the road to destruction. Jungkook was biting down so hard, she was afraid he’d break the skin soon. To soothe his battered lips, she leaned up and offered him a few chaste kisses, swiping her tongue over his bruised bottom lip to soothe the pain.

“You’re doing so well, Kookie,” Y/N praised softly. “Do you think you can take a little more?”

Jungkook opened his half-lidded eyes fully and Y/N clenched at the sight of his lust-blown pupils. He was ready to devour her, but he continued to submit to her commands. The sexual beast inside of him was clawing at its shackles, but he kept it restrained for her.

Such a good boy.

“Noona,” he replied shakily. “I’m trying so hard to be good for you, but-“

Y/N was circling his sensitive nipple, and it was making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. His hips lurched forward again involuntarily, and he nearly cried out when she stopped touching him again. This was absolute torture.

“Just a little more, sweetheart,” Y/N soothed. “If you can hold out a little longer, I’ll give you a reward. Would you like that, Jungkookie?”

As she purred his name out in his ear, she reached into his underwear and took his throbbing cock into her hand, squeezing it for emphasis.

Jungkook rolled his hips abruptly, but then slowly braced them against the couch. He was resolute in his decision to play his noona’s game, and he was going to win at any cost. If there was a reward for this, he was going to earn it, no matter what.

“Please, noona,” Jungkook pleaded. “I need you.”

“I know, Kookie,” she responded, stroking him slowly. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Don’t worry, Noona will take care of you.”

Y/N reached up and gave her palm a long wet lick and reached back into Jungkook’s pants, resuming his handjob with renewed lubrication. Jungkook’s breaths grew shaky and his subtle thrusts into her hand grew in desperation. She increased her speed to meet his silent demands.

A sudden outcry from Taehyung stopped their little session completely. They both froze in place and Jungkook sneaked a peek at Jimin and Taehyung through the long hair covering his face.

Jimin was celebrating an apparent victory over Taehyung, and Tae was not happy. The two were starting up a heated argument about alleged cheating when Jungkook found an excuse to get rid of both of them.

“Hey,” he whispered angrily. “You’re going to wake Noona up. If you’re going to fight, go do it in your room.”

The two immediately dropped their voices, not wanting to wake the beautiful dragon feigning slumber in Jungkook’s arms.

“Do you think she’d mind if we took the Switch to our room and kept playing?” Jimin asked. “I mean, we’ll bring it back.”

“Jungkook-ah,” Tae teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “Are you going to sleep on the couch with her tonight?”

“Ya, I don’t know, hyung,” Jungkook said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Maybe I will? I just don’t want to wake her up, you know?”

“Good point,” Tae agreed. “You wouldn’t want to make her mad again. She might just pull your hair and make you her bitch again, huh, Jungkookie?”

Jimin and Taehyung erupted into fits of giggles while Jungkook scowled at them. Jimin leaned in to look at Y/N curled up on Jungkook’s chest.

“She looks so sexy when she’s asleep,” Jimin whispered.

“She always looks sexy, Jimin-ah.” Tae countered.

Jimin reached over and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Y/N maintained her sleepy ruse but secretly sighed at his touch.

“You’re right, Tae,” he admitted. “She really does.”

“Will you guys just take the Switch and go before you wake her up?” Jungkook quietly growled. “I’ll let her know you have it when she wakes up.”

“Ok, ok, relax, Kookie,” Taehyung chuckled. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

Taehyung and Jimin gathered up the Switch and said goodnight as they tiptoed to their room for more gaming shenanigans.

Y/N waited until she heard their door close to look up at Jungkook. Their eyes met and so did their hungry lips. Now that they were free from prying eyes, Jungkook unleashed the frenzied arousal he’d been holding back and assaulted her with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands.

Y/N was pulled up onto Jungkook’s lap, where he proceeded to grind her onto his raging hard-on. She moaned lightly at the sudden friction to her throbbing clit, but she was still trying to maintain her dominance over him.

Jungkook was lost to his ecstasy, wildly chasing after the orgasm that was building in his balls. The game was long forgotten, so was the reward. He’d been patient, and he’d kept his desire in check at her behest, but he needed release and he needed it now.

He was just about to reach down to get them both undressed, but Y/N caught his hand and dug her nails into his palms to get his attention. He whined at her in frustration and rolled his hips into her aching core.

“Ya, noona,” he whimpered. “Please, just let me cum already.”

“Only good boys get to cum,” she replied, reaching up to grab his hair. “You promised that you would be good for me, didn’t you, Kookie?”

She stroked his hair softly, tugging slightly at the roots. Jungkook leaned into her touch, drunk on the hormones surging through his brain. Little whines left his lips as he writhed underneath her like the fucked out mess he was.

“Jungkookie?” Y/N asked sharply. “Are you going to be a good boy? Don’t you want Noona to give you a reward?”

He gripped her hips roughly, and he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and trying to find his sanity. He hated losing, and if he gave in to his animalistic urges, he would definitely lose to Y/N. He couldn’t let that happen.

Releasing the vice grip on her hips, he forced himself to relax against the couch cushions. His eyes were glazed and unfocused as they opened to meet Y/N’s.

“I do want my reward,” he replied. “What does Noona want me to do?”

Y/N smiled and caressed Jungkook’s flushed cheeks. She leaned in to kiss him and rolled her hips as she penetrated his mouth with her tongue. Jungkook eagerly allowed her to own him completely, whatever it took to earn that reward.

Y/N licked up his neck and tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. The gasp he released was full of need and it made her grin.

“Let’s go to your room, Kookie,” she whispered into his ear. “I can give you your reward in there.”

His eyes popped open and he gathered Y/N into his arms and quickly carried her bridal style to his room.

As a result of the game the boys had played to choose their rooms, Jungkook had ended up with the largest room in the same hallway as Namjoon and Jin. The other four members were in a different hallway, so the chances of them being heard were slim to none. Jin usually played video games at this time of night with his headphones on anyway.

He barreled through the hallway and rushed into his room, kicking the door closed with his heel. He laid Y/N gently on the bed, then scampered across the room to lock the door. When he turned around, he reached down to pull his shirt off, but Y/N stopped him with a pointed finger.

“Not yet, Kookie,” she giggled. “Why don’t you give your noona a little show now that we’re alone? I know you love to dance. How about a little striptease?”

Jungkook’s lips lifted into a sly grin. He pulled his phone out and picked out his favorite workout playlist. The beats started pumping out of one of his many Bluetooth speakers, and he kicked off his shoes.

When given choreography, Jungkook was always precise and fierce, but when left to his own dancing imagination, his moves were slightly chaotic. He couldn’t seem to decide on a theme, he just kept jumping from random swivels, turns, and hip thrusts.

Y/N took in his random assortment of sexiness and just drank it up. During a successful gyrating knee drop, Jungkook lifted off his shirt and threw it at her. The appearance of his chiseled abs and firm chest glistening with sweat was enough to knock the wind out of her lungs. The man was flawless.

With each article of clothing Jungkook removed, Y/N removed one as well. She matched him piece for piece, shucking her bra as he removed his socks. Soon, it was black boxer briefs versus burgundy hip hugger panties.

Jungkook tossed his sweats to the side and stood in the middle of the room, breathing heavily because of his mini dance workout. He reached over and changed the music to an R&B station, while Y/N hopped off the bed and sauntered over to him, running her hands up his granite arms. Her fingers lingered over his right arm, tracing out the designs of some tattoos she hadn’t seen before today.

“Why haven’t I seen these before, Kookie?” she inquired. “They don’t look new.”

“They’re not,” he admitted. “I’ve been getting them for a while now. I’m just not ready to show them in public yet. I’ll eventually get more. The pain is so addictive.”

Y/N nodded and turned her back to him, pulling her hair over one shoulder. In between her shoulder blades was a tattoo of an intricate black-winged snake eating its own tail.

“What is it?” Jungkook asked, running his fingers over the lines. “It’s beautiful, noona.”

“It’s called an ourobouros,” Y/N explained. “It’s a symbol of rebirth and renewal. I got it after a really bad time in my life.”

She turned back to face him and smiled at his concern.

“Don’t worry about me, Kookie,” she assured him, stroking his cheek. “I’m ok now.”

He smiled as he stroked her arms, pulling them around his neck and pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. He suddenly reached down and lifted her up by her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“You’re better than ok, babygirl,” he grinned. “You are incredible.”

He punctuated the statement with a bruising kiss to her lips, biting lightly on her bottom lip, earning him a throaty moan from Y/N.

“Incredibly naughty,” he chuckled. “Do you have any idea how frustrated I am right now? If my balls get any tighter, they’re going to explode.”

Y/N winked at him and pulled him in for another kiss. They made out relentlessly as Jungkook walked them over to the bed. He laid her out across the bed, stopping momentarily to remove his boxer briefs and then crawled on top of her, grinding his swollen cock on her sloppy, panty-covered center.

“Let’s just take these off,” Jungkook suggested, drawing the soaked underwear down Y/N’s legs. “They’re ruined anyway.”

Once her panties were tossed aside, Jungkook crawled on top of her. Catching Jungkook off guard, Y/N rolled over on top of him and straddled his hips, grinding her wetness onto his dick and making it twitch.

“I really shouldn’t be indulging in sexual activity that isn’t associated with my contractual obligations,” she pouted. “But if you’re up for it, I could log this as a work session.”

Jungkook sat up and popped an eyebrow.

“Are you going to do that thing that you did with Hobi-hyung?” he asked. “Because I’m totally down for that.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N remarked. “It’s going to be pretty intense. Do you think you can handle it?”

“I can handle anything you can dish out, babygirl,” Jungkook boasted. “Just try me.”

“We’ll see about that,” Y/N shot back, arching her brow. “First, I need your consent to the transactions and any sexual activity that may happen in pursuit of transactional information. You will also need to choose a safe word.”

“Yeah, I consent, noona,” he smirked cheekily. “And I don’t need a safe word.”

Y/N clicked her tongue and shook her head.

This boy…

“Your consent is noted, Jeon Jungkook,” Y/N said pointedly. “If you refuse to choose a safe word, one will be assigned to you.”

“Whatever you want,” he shrugged. “It’s not like I’ll use it.”

“Your safe word is ‘cherry,’ you brat,” she shot back. “Now, I think it’s time I gave you your reward.”

Y/N slid down his thighs, dragging her nails down his chest and earning an excited yelp from Jungkook.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Kookie,” Y/N praised, rubbing her hands up and down his thighs. “Are you ready for your prize?”

“Yes, noona,” Jungkook whined. “Please give it to me.”

She chuckled darkly and leaned forward and grasped his shaft and planted a loud kiss on the tip of his swollen dick. As soon as her lips touched him, she activated the transaction, causing Jungkook to thrust and whimper in response.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook groaned. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing on my cock.”

Such a filthy mouth...I love it

Y/N smirked as she sucked on the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue to collect all the precum smeared on top. Jungkook pushed his hips to the ceiling, trying to push further into her mouth, needy moans exiting his lips at every thrust. Every tingle and spark soaring across his nerve endings was being driven straight to his core and radiating out to his extremities.

It was the most amazing sensation he’d ever felt in his life. His entire body felt like it was floating in an electrical storm. His mind was swirling with desire, he couldn’t escape the tempestuous hormones at war in his brain, and all he could do was ride the wave of ecstasy as it crashed into his bed.

He looked down at Y/N and the sight of her devouring his center was almost too much for him.

He almost came from the image now seared into his retinas.

“Noona,” Jungkook gasped. “Please, I need more.”

Without responding, Y/N dipped her head lower and licked a fat stripe between his aching balls. She lavished them with such affection, alternately kissing, sucking, and licking them. Jungkook could hardly contain his voracious whimpers and moans at the incredible sensations.

Y/N hummed in pleasure and dipped lower and began flicking her tongue at Jungkook’s perineum, which drove him absolutely insane. Electricity seemed to bubble out of Y/N’s mouth and pulse up Jungkook’s lower back. She struggled to hold his hips in place while she continued to inflict pleasurable licks and tongue flutters on the sensitive area.

“Ah, noona,” Jungkook wailed. “I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me, Kookie,” Y/N growled from between his legs. “Show your noona how good she’s making you feel.”

She reached up and began stroking his throbbing cock and she continued her attention to his balls and the pleasure spot just below.

It only took a few seconds for Jungkook to lose complete control of his impending orgasm. One well-placed lick and a well-timed stroke pushed him over the edge. Rope after rope of hot white cum spurted up and landed all over his washboard abs. He nearly screamed at the intensity of his climax, and Y/N carefully stroked him through it, leaving him a shivering mess against the sheets.

“You ok there, Jungkookie?” she teased. “Did you like your reward?”

Jungkook pulled at his flowing locks with both hands and released a loud groan into the open air.

“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?!” Jungkook cried out. “That was unbelievable. So fucking hot!”

He continued to sing her praises, not realizing that she was still softly stroking his dick, working it back into a raging hard-on.

Y/N listened to his ramblings for a few seconds and then decided to silence him once and for all. She put her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it to get it nice and wet.

As Jungkook continued to express his disbelief at her sexual prowess, Y/N started up another transaction and stroked her finger along his balls, then dipped slowly back to his perineum once again.

“Oh fuck,” he responded quickly. “Fuck yes, do it again, noona.”

One eyebrow popped on Y/N’s smug face and she almost giggled.

I hope he remembers his safe word.

While moving in a circular motion, Y/N dipped past Jungkook’s perineum and began massaging his tight little asshole, sending jolts of electricity through it and beyond.

“OH MY GOD,” Jungkook screamed. “Noona, what are you-“

Y/N took Jungkook’s dick back into her mouth to distract him from her fingers. Pulses ebbed and flowed across his lower body and he was writhing on the sheets, twisting handfuls of fabric in his hands.

He couldn’t believe how amazing everything felt. Her mouth and her fingers were reducing him into a puddle of submission. He couldn’t resist the pulsing throbs of the transaction as it spread from her fingertips and mouth and surged throughout his entire nervous system. His brain was rapidly firing serotonin and his body shook with pleasurable prickles.

Euphoria didn’t even begin to describe what he was feeling at the moment. From what he could tell, this was just the beginning.

They hadn’t even fucked yet, and he wasn’t sure he could handle that right now. He was already on the brink of another orgasm.

“How are we doing, Jungkookie?” Y/N asked sweetly, popping her mouth off of this swollen tip. “Does my good boy want some more?”

“Yes...God...noona,” he gasped desperately. “I need you...need more...ah!”

“Such a needy boy,” she cooed. “Ok, Kookie. Noona will give you more.”

She slipped her index finger into his tight little hole and began thrusting in and out at a gentle pace. Instead of pulling away from the intrusion, Jungkook pushed against her finger, seeking more friction.

Y/N added a second finger and Jungkook cried out in ecstasy. He clenched around her slender fingers and mewled out a series of strangled curses.

It only took a few seconds for Jungkook to lose control of his body and his second orgasm hurtled to the finish line, lifting his hips off the bed and drawing a loud moan out of his mouth.

Y/N: 2 Jungkook: 0

Y/N withdrew her fingers and left Kookie to recover while she walked into his en suite bathroom to wash her hands. She took a moment to gaze at her reflection in the mirror, and her disheveled state made her smirk.

The transaction from Jungkook was settling in nicely, and she could already feel the information sorting itself into nice, neat quadrants. There hadn’t been any hiccups this time around and that was reassuring.

I’m not done with Jungkook just yet. I think he can take a little more.

She dried her hands, grabbed a small damp towel, and walked back to the bed. Jungkook was sitting up on his elbows, the flush of his cheeks enhancing his chiseled face. He pouted at her and Y/N almost burst out laughing at his cuteness.

“Noona,” he began. “You play dirty. I’m supposed to make you feel good, not the other way around.

“Awwww,” Y/N cooed at his pouty face. “Am I not allowed to give my good boy a treat for behaving so well?”

Jungkook blushed harder at her words, but he couldn’t stop the smile from creeping across his lips. She reached up to clean the mess he’d made on his chest and abs. He sighed at her touch and smiled widely.

She had promised him a reward for enduring the earlier torture on the couch. A thought crossed his mind, and the smile transitioned into a smirk.

“Maybe I should reward my noona for giving me such a good treat?” Jungkook offered. “It’s only fair to repay her kindness.”

He sat up and took the towel to place it on the bedside table, then he reached out his hands to her. She returned his smile and allowed him to help her back onto the bed. Before he could do anything else, she pulled him into a sweet kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Jungkook responded with his own tongue seeking refuge along her lips.

She crawled back onto his lap and rubbed her weeping pussy along his hardened length. The delicious friction made them both moan with approval.

Y/N was about to give Jungkook the condom talk, but his lust-fueled brain had other ideas. He reached down and in one swift motion, he lifted her hips and shuffled his body under her thighs, her luscious center hovering above his face.

“Sit down, noona,” he pleaded. “Let me taste you, please.”

Y/N was more than happy to oblige, settling her hips over his inviting lips.

Jungkook didn’t waste any time. He dove in with gusto. He lapped up any arousal drippings he could find, intoxicated by Y/N’s sensuous flavor. He was determined to make her feel as good as she’d just made him feel.

Not that it was a competition or anything.

Y/N pulled at her own breasts and rocked her hips against Jungkook’s sinful mouth. The boy definitely knew what he was doing, and it became painfully obvious that her own dominance over him was slipping with every stroke of his tongue and every moan she emitted.

“Oh, noona,” Jungkook groaned against her clit. “You taste so fucking good. I just want to eat you out for days.”

He hummed in satisfaction as he drove his tongue into her sloppy cunt, feeling her walls clench around him in response.

“Jungkook,” Y/N gasped. “Oh, you’re so good at that, honey. Don’t stop.”

Jungkook looked up at the goddess riding his face and his lips pulled up into a mischievous bunny grin.

“I’ll stop once you cum all over my face and can’t hold yourself up anymore,” he taunted. “Let me see how long you can last.”

With that challenge, he dove back into her hot center with renewed enthusiasm. He was relentless in his assault, pulling at her ass to help her rock against his mouth.

Y/N’s thighs strained to keep her upright. A roaring orgasm was crashing into her from below, and it took every bit of her concentration not to collapse onto Jungkook’s greedy lips. The climax reached its apex and Y/N tumbled along with it.

Luckily, Jungkook braced her body with his strong hands and held her in place as he watched the orgasm ride out on Y/N’s face. He kept licking and sucking to prolong it as much as possible. When she whimpered at the overstimulation, he finally relented and placed a final kiss to her trembling center.

He maneuvered her hips down his body and placed her onto his lap, her dripping center rubbing along his rock hard length. She hissed slightly at the contact, but couldn’t withhold the urge to slide her hips back and forth across his aching dick.

“Ah, come on, please,” Jungkook whimpered. “Can I put it in? I promise I’ll make you feel so good. Please let me fuck you, noona.”

Y/N groaned as he lifted his hips, pushing his cock against her even more. Her resolve was weakening, but she needed to talk to him before they went any further.

“Jungkook,” she groaned. “Wait, we need to talk about protection. Look, we’re both clean, but if you want to use protection, then we need to get that on before we continue.”

He stopped beneath her and sat up on his elbows again. The look on his face was a mix of disbelief and anticipation.

“You mean I get to choose?” Jungkook whispered incredulously. “We can do this without anything between us?”

Y/N cupped his face with her hands and nuzzled his nose with her own.

“Whatever you want, Kookie,” she whispered. “Just let me know what you want.”

Jungkook’s forehead wrinkled indecisively and he pulled his lip between his teeth. He leaned over and reached into his drawer and pulled something out.

“I trust you, noona,” he began. “But, if we’re going to go bareback, I’m going to need a little more control. This will be my first time going without a condom, and I want it to be special.”

Jungkook held out a Cooky headband to Y/N and pleaded with his eyes.

“Can you please put this on and cover your eyes?” he asked, eyes full of hope. “I promise I won’t do anything weird. It’s just been a fantasy of mine and I want to try it with you.”

Y/N took the headband and looked at Jungkook, her eyes full of questions. Instead of pressing the issue, she decided to play along. After all she’d done to him, he deserved a little playtime of his own.

“What are you going to do to me, Kookie?” Y/N purred seductively.

The grin on his face could barely express his excitement.

“You’ll see, noona,” he teased. “Now, put on that blindfold and get on all fours. I need to get a few more things.”

She smiled back and complied with his request, anticipation renewing the arousal between her legs. Y/N listened as he romped around the room, opening drawers and digging out unknown treasures.

“Now, I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of Dom,” he proclaimed. “I don’t know if I am or not. I am curious though. I just want to try a few things and see how it feels. Nothing too crazy, I promise.”

“Do we need to go over hard and soft limits before we start, Kookie?” Y/N questioned. “Do I need a safe word?”

“You can use my safe word, but I doubt you’ll need it.” Jungkook chuckled. “I don’t know much about hard or soft limits, to be honest. Like I said, this is all new to me, so I’m not ready for anything that would require a safe word. If I do something you don’t like or if you aren’t comfortable, just tell me. I will stop immediately. Is the blindfold ok?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” she responded with a smirk.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” he replied nervously. “I should have asked first.”

“You did ask,” she reminded him. “I wouldn’t have put it on if I didn’t want to.”

“Good point,” he said with a giggle. “I’m learning so much from you, noona.”

“In more ways than one,” she teased, wiggling her ass in the air enticingly.

Y/N felt a dip in the mattress behind her. She inhaled sharply as a heavy hand grabbed onto her ass.

“Let’s see if you can teach me anything else while you’re like this,” he challenged.

His hands roamed over her ass and trailed up her spine. The light massages he delivered earned him a satisfying moan from Y/N’s lips.

“Oh, God, Kookie,” she strained. “That feels amazing.”

One hand left her briefly and she heard a bottle being opened. When the hand returned, a generous amount of scented oil came with it. Jungkook lowered her forward onto the mattress, straddling one of her legs, and concentrated on working his skilled hands into Y/N’s tight muscles. The massage intensified with the addition of a lubricant, and the herbal aroma was incredibly soothing.

“Mmmm, what is that wonderful smell?” Y/N moaned.

“It’s sage and eucalyptus,” Jungkook responded, working his thumbs along her shoulder blades. “It’s supposed to be aromatherapy or something. I just like the way it smells. How does it feel, noona?”

“Amazing,” she admitted. “I haven’t had a good massage in such a long time.”

Jungkook’s thumbs moved up to her shoulders and he soothed the tension out with his agile fingers. Occasionally, he’d dip down to her thighs, calves, feet, or her arms, seeking to destroy any tension that may be lurking on Y/N’s body.

Y/N gave in to his rapturous muscle manipulation, releasing one satisfied moan after another. Her attention was so focused on the massage, and when his thumbs kneaded her lower back, she didn’t think anything of it.

Without warning, Jungkook lifted Y/N’s hips and pulled her ass against his still hard cock, grinding against her wet core. Before she had time to react, his hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her against his chest.

Jungkook’s oiled hands found their way to Y/N’s breasts, cupping their weight and pulling at her nipples. She arched her back and rubbed her ass against the hardened length behind her.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” she crooned, leaning her head against his shoulder.

He reached up with one hand and lifted her chin up with his fingers. He leaned in to ardently capture her lips with his own. Her impaired vision left him in complete control, and she willingly submitted to his all-consuming hold on her body.

The kiss reached a fever pitch and Y/N yelped at one particularly harsh tweak of her nipple.

“You still ok, babygirl?” Jungkook whispered against her earlobe. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” she gasped, gripping his thigh with her nails. “Feels too good.”

“Oh, yeah?” he chuckled. “How much more can you take?”

“As much as you’re willing to give me,” she croaked out. “Show your noona what you can do, Kookie.”

Jungkook hummed with elation as he pulled her back to the edge of the bed. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her off the bed and sat down with Y/N across his lap.

He positioned Y/N in front of him and propped her back against his chest while spreading her legs open with his own. He lifted his thighs so that her legs dangled over the edge of his own in a spread eagle-reverse cowgirl position.

“Ok, noona,” Jungkook instructed, nipping at her neck and earlobe. “I’m going to put my dick inside your pussy now. It’s slippery enough, so I should slide right in. As soon as you reach my lap again, start up another buzzing session.”

“I can do that,” she confirmed. “But how will I be able to ride you like this? I can’t even reach the floor.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” he assured her. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

Jungkook reached under Y/N’s right thigh with one arm and took his quivering dick in his hand. He braced her left side while running the tip of his greedy length along Y/N’s creamy folds and aching clit.

With impressive precision, he slid past her folds and buried himself to the hilt. Y/N’s vaginal walls tightened at the intrusion, pulling a groan out of Jungkook’s mouth.

“Wow,” he gritted out. “You’re so fucking tight, babygirl. I can feel everything. It’s like you were made to take my cock.”

He bounced her in his lap and she moaned lasciviously in response. She was a little off-balance, so Jungkook reached up and latched onto her throat with his right hand, squeezing slightly to hold her in place.

“Is this ok, Y/N?” He whispered into her ear. “Tell me now before this goes any further.”

Y/N reached behind her head and laced her fingers into his long raven hair, pulling sharply. Jungkook thrusted into her, loving the sharp burn on his scalp.

“Fuck me, Jungkook,” she moaned roughly. “Show me why they call you the Golden Maknae.”

Y/N started up another transaction and the sudden sensation triggered more hip thrusts from Jungkook.

“Oh, noona, be careful what you wish for,” Jungkook groaned. “Hold on.”

Using his powerful thighs, Jungkook started jackhammering into Y/N’s slick center, using his hold on her throat and one hand on her breast to bring her back down onto his lap. With the lack of sight, Y/N was completely consumed by the tactile sensations surging throughout her body.

The transaction fired away between them, and Y/N was struggling to focus on keeping the channels open and steady. She was so overwhelmed by Jungkook: his veiny hands on her throat and breast, the wild abandon of his rhythmic thrusts into her heated core, the glorious groans he released behind her.

How is he so good at this? It doesn’t seem possible.

Without warning, Jungkook’s fingers found Y/N’s swollen clit and she clenched tightly around him as soon as he made contact.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he whimpered. “If you keep clenching like that, I’m going to explode inside of your pussy. Would you like that, noona? Do you want me to fill you with my cum? Leave you dripping and sticky? Tell me you want that.”

His thrusts increased in strength and Y/N could only moan louder in response.

“That’s not an answer, sweetheart,” Jungkook admonished. “Use your words.”

When she still didn’t reply, he growled in dissatisfaction and reached up to pull her head back by her hair. Jungkook looked down at her fucked out face and wished he could see her eyes instead of the comical pink bunny with the cocky eyebrow.

“Answer me,” he growled into her face. “Don’t make me fuck the answer out of you.”

Still unable to get out a coherent sentence, Y/N was jostled off of Jungkook’s dick. She whined at the loss of contact but was quickly spun around and bent over the bed. He entered her from behind, pulling on her hips at a torturous pace.

“Ah, Jungkook,” she pleaded. “Please-“

“Please what, babygirl?” he grunted without losing a beat. “Tell me what you want.”

Her climax was broiling just under the surface, and Jungkook’s motions left her flailing in the darkness. She couldn’t ground herself at the moment and the orgasm felt just out of reach.

“I-I need m-more,” she wailed, arms seeking out something to grab onto. “Please-“

Jungkook reached over and pulled her against his chest by her hair. He exposed her neck and kept grinding his cock into her weeping pussy. He licked a fat stripe up her neck and tugged on her earlobe.

“If my babygirl wants more,” he murmured against her cheek. “Then she’ll get more.”

He leaned forward, then pulled her back upright. He started pumping into her slowly, stirring the arousal back to its peak. Just when Y/N thought she’d never reach her end, she heard a distinct vibration on her left.

Before she could react, the vibrations traveled lower and nudged her clitoris ever so slightly. The device was attached to Jungkook’s finger, so he was able to circle her sensitive nub in time with his lazy thrusts.

“Ah, Jungkook,” she cried out. “Faster!”

He chuckled and the vibration speed increased and so did his pacing between her legs. Her moans grew louder with each thrust and Jungkook reached up and stuffed a piece of fabric in her mouth.

“You’re being so loud, noona,” he teased. “Do you want the whole house to hear how good I’m fucking you?”

She mewled desperately in response and her thighs clenched as his dick hit just the right spot. He picked up on it right away and adjusted his angle to keep hitting that spot consistently.

“Come on, Y/N,” Jungkook purred into her ear. “Just let go and cum all over my cock, babygirl.”

The transaction between them erupted across her synapses as she finally reached the crest of her impending orgasm. The sensations bubbled over and Jungkook could swear he felt her orgasm quake around his cock and down his balls.

“Holy shit,” he yelled. “What the fuck are you doing to me, noona?”

He only lasted through a few more pumps and then lost complete control. Y/N’s walls milked every ounce of cum he had left. After two outstanding orgasms, he didn’t think he had any more to give.

He was wrong.

After he recovered from his own climax, he quickly realized Y/N was hanging limply in his arms, her breathing shaky and her body slick with sweat.

“Fuck,” he panicked. “Hold on, Y/N.”

He turned off the vibrator on his finger and took the fabric out of her mouth. They were still connected below, and Jungkook felt her wince as he carefully pulled out. Thick dribbles of cum made their way down her thighs, and he reached over to grab the damp towel from the bedside table.

He wiped her up as best he could and lifted her up to stand in front of him. She was trembling slightly and he was worried he’d taken things too far. He reached up and removed the Cooky blindfold and was mesmerized by the look on her face when she finally opened her eyes.

Her eyelashes fluttered and she lifted her eyes to meet Jungkook’s. She was breathing heavily, but it didn’t stop the small smile from breaking out across her face.

“Damn, Kookie,” she breathed out in a giggle. “ I certainly wasn’t expecting a treat that good.”

“Only the best for my noona,” he smirked, pulling her chin up for another kiss. “Are you ok though?”

“I’m fine,” she sighed contentedly. “Just a little light-headed. What did you put in my mouth by the way?”

“Ummm,” he squirmed, biting his lip. “Your underwear.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped in disbelief and Jungkook broke out into a nervous giggle.

“I’m sorry,” he swore. “It was the first thing I grabbed. I hope you aren’t too upset.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have been my first choice,” she admitted. “But I guess I’ll live.”

Jungkook grinned and reached down to sweep Y/N off her feet. She swooned lazily and leaned up to kiss Jungkook once again.

Ugh, I just can’t get enough of him.

He carefully placed Y/N on the bed, tucking one of his pillows under her head. She was still twitching slightly with the aftershocks of bliss. Jungkook wriggled his way into her arms and cuddled against her bare chest.

Y/N welcomed Jungkook with open arms, noting that even in his cuddles, he’d slipped into a submissive role.

What have I done to him?

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. Sure, she’d pushed him pretty hard, but he sure gave back as much as she’d dished out.

Y/N stroked Jungkook’s hair and focused on the converging data in her brain. There was an odd sting at her temples, but it faded as quickly as it manifested.

Weird.

Jungkook started snoring softly, and Y/N rolled him over, placing the pillow in his grasp. She needed to go back to her own room.

She used his restroom briefly to clean up and get dressed, then walked back over to the bed. Jungkook was deep in sleep, and the innocence etched on his facial features was at odds with his rippling muscles and tattooed sleeve. Y/N tucked his long bangs behind his ear and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“Sleep well, Kookie,” she whispered.

She made her way out of his room and down the other hallway. She didn’t encounter anyone on the way back to her room, even though she swore she heard something when she passed by Jimin and Taehyung’s room.

She stepped under the spray of the shower and leaned her head back. She needed a break from these boys. Any more encounters like this and she’d be broken by the weekend.

Where the hell do they get so much energy?

She finished up and walked over to her dresser to fish out some purple Badtz Maru pajamas. She wrapped her hair up in a turban and sat on the floor to stretch. After all that physical activity, she needed to do something to counter the soreness she was starting to feel.

I should really drink some water before I go to bed. Hydration is key.

She got back up and stepped into her fluffy house slippers. She pulled on her silk kimono and made her way to the kitchen. The dormitory was surprisingly quiet. She poured herself a glass of water and walked over to the sliding doors that led into the backyard.

The stars were barely visible past the lights of Seoul, but Y/N could still make out a few. She sighed deeply and took another sip of water.

This is going pretty well so far. I just wish I could figure out why the transactions are going wonky.

She thought she’d prepared for every possible scenario, but these boys were really testing the boundaries of this technology. She’d made it through two successful transactions already. She’d established some groundwork with almost all of the members in some way.

I wonder who will be next.

Y/N’s mind wandered to her earlier encounter with Yoongi in her room. Losing her Mom’s elephant figurine was still weighing heavily on her heart, but that wasn’t what had her stomach twisted in knots.

It was him.

She didn’t know how or why she’d ended up naked in his arms, but she sure as hell knew what she’d felt when she’d looked into those tar pits he called pupils. The air in her lungs had dissipated and her throat had locked up. She’d been completely paralyzed by Yoongi’s presence and she had been inexplicably drawn to his pouty lips and husky voice.

She’d leaned in to kiss him, but he’d panicked and fled without warning.

Was it something I did?

Y/N leaned against the windowpane and sighed. She wanted to talk to him, but based on their earlier interactions, that conversation was probably not going to happen anytime soon.

Why is he being so difficult?

“Oh, Yoongi,” she sighed, looking off into the distance.

“Yeah?” A voice piped up behind her. “What’s up?”

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