#moonlit dances? yes please!

[the-lost-member-of-class-zero]

Super weird and super cute.

Credit to the OC

#I need to find someone to do this #moonlit dances? yes please! #star gazing is the best date night idea #🌙🌙

[stsgooo]

moonlit goddess.... maybe jinshi is wondering why his dear maid continues to pull away from him... and maybe gao shun lets it slip that "they shouldn't have been close that day anyway".... and jinshi pesters him until he folds n explains.... IDK I JUST WANT A HAPPY ENDING FOR THOSE TWO :((((( (not forced ofc!! i jus love ur writing!)

Bridge the Gap.

✩࿐ summary: life and death really makes a girl wonder.

warning(s): idiots in love, chapters 61-65 manga spoilers, master/servant like relationship, description of near drowning, suggestive content, ambiguous ending. wc; 9.3k

pairing(s): jinshi/fem!reader.

a/n: tysm for reading my fics means the world to hear ppl actually enjoy them, anon!!! ;') i wasn't really going to make a 2nd part of moonlight goddess as i thought it was okay to leave off there, but i love jinshi sooo i'll take any excuse to write him. this was initially going to be a part 2 of clumsiness, but i figured my plans worked better with what you were envisioning! im not entirely sure how to feel about this, but i hope this lives up to the standards! i apologize for any mistakes, this was written mostly in the early mornings when i had time!

part i. m.list

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

"Y/N, please, stop asking me that."

"Oh, yes. My apologies, Jinshi-sama. Sorry."

This were, admittedly, not going well. Both of you soaked, hair dripping, and standing in the cave behind a rapid waterfall, and a dull ache in your chest as you recovered. Partly your fault, partly the fault of some crazed marksman that was hiding in the forest, trying to slaughter Jinshi and, by proxy, you.

To understand how you two ended up in this situation, we would have to back up a bit.

"Oh? Y/N, I didn't know you'd be attending this as well?"

"It was a last minute switch with Suiren and I."

"You... enjoy these hunts?"

"I've done everything I could to avoid them in the years past."

Your lack of excitement was apparent and clear. It appeared to bring no ease of mind to Maomao who dragged her rather disgusted eyes from you towards Gaoshun. The older man just kept his attention on the moving scenery outside, a distant glaze over his eyes.

Maomao obviously wasn't optimistic. Just like you. You were almost proud that she had caught on so easily.

The sweltering heat outside seemed to seep into the carriage, cooking you alive in your rather formal wear. Something that you were spotted in far and few, having been years that you truly cleaned yourself prim and proper. You had been on the edge of declining even going when Jinshi, with a grin and a certain glitter in his eyes, had too happily informed you that it was a direct invitation from Shishou.

Your fate had been sealed.

Maomao peeked at you from the corner of her eye, head tilted, "Do you mind me asking why you avoided these events?"

You don't even spare her a glance, "I fear if I spoke my honest opinion, I'd stain Jinshi-sama's reputable name with my foul mouth." You reply flatly in return.

"Please don't." Gaoshun said softly from his seat, looking particularly tired.

You decided to ignore the slump of Maomao's shoulders as if disappointed by the swift interruption and decline on Gaoshun's part. Turning your eyes towards the shifting world outside.

It'd been exactly five months since Jinshi had danced under the moon and you came to the conclusion that any impure thoughts you held for your master would be safely tucked away in the back of your mind (and heart). Forever your secret. Only to be heard in your dreams and upon your death, when you repent for any ill thoughts to the Great Man above.

Everything had returned to its normal routine. You would get up in the morning, prepare breakfast alongside Suiren, eat, then proceed with any chores the woman gave you for the rest of the day, then repeat. Equally, your relationship (or lack thereof) with Jinshi had remained the same. Conversations filled with pleasantries. Simple things that had always lingered between the two of you since you were children. Pleasant and simple. As the world shall ever be.

It got a bit ruffled with Jinshi had cornered you and practically ordered that you come to the hunt instead of Suiren.

In the middle of scrubbing away at the floors, he had found you. Stood above you with that grin, “Y/N, you’re one of my most loyal servants, hm?” He’d begun with an inflection in his tone that made you horribly hesitant.

You had faltered in your scrubbing to stare up at him with confusion, “Uh…well, I suppose, Jinshi-sam’s.”

“Why don’t you join me for the Hunt this up coming week?”

Your had heart dropped. And, by the look Gaoshun had dawned, his had too. The Hunt, in your humble opinion, was a glorified weekend for the men in high positions to rub one off while killing animals. It wasn’t something you found interesting in or much grace. That’s why you had declined Suiren’s question on whether or not you’d like to take her place only three days prior. You had no interest in watching anyone, even Jinshi, size each other up while a defenseless animal bled.

“Jinshi-sama, I believe Suiren—“

Ever the gentleman, he had cut you off, “No worries, Suiren agreed to take over matters while you’re gone! She’s the sweetest, right?” He had appeared all to eager and all too himself for you to ignore.

So, with a heavy heart, you’d sighed, accepting defeat and his invitation.

Now, you would find your torture for a multiple day retreat with a bunch of men with their c—

The carriage came to an abrupt halt, bringing an unruly end to your thoughts as you all carefully exited and were greeted by the sunshine. The humid air heavy with the condensation of the area and already making a sweat appear on your brow. But, ever the lady, you pleasantly tuck your hands into your sleeves and follow behind Gaoshun and Basen.

You were a little surprised as Maomao stuck closely to your side; but not all too surprised to find her attention on your surroundings, vague surprise in her eyes. The area was as equally as beautiful as it was a burden to you.

The buildings weren't anything for you to revel at. Spending an entire lifetime within palaces and in buildings as equally or above standard to those, it just wasn't anything special. The nature surrounding the area, however, was something to stare in awe at. Lucious trees, beautiful grass, and beautiful array of plants and flowers. It almost made you regret all the time you had spent away from this place.

But it wasn't like you had the chance to truly return since the last time you were here. Nothing could bring back that little girl.

You deterred your thoughts away as Gaoshun slid the door open. Immediately, you were hit with a wave of heat that you made you tense up. It was apparent that you wouldn't find your much needed cool down you were desperate to find since you were confined in the carriage days prior.

You were the last to enter and when you did, you faltered at the sight before you.

Jinshi was sprawled across the couch, wisps of his dark hair framed his sweat glistened face, eyes closed in contempt. A small dent appeared between his eyebrows and a frown adorned his face. However, your attention was caught on a drop of sweat that made its way from his hairline, down his cheek, his jaw, his long slender neck, and past his— his collar.

His modesty was of no worry, apparently, as he laid with his robes parted open to reveal his chest. Itself was glistening with sweat. Delicate skin on showcase for all to see. It brought a soft blush to your cheeks, as you blatantly ogled him. Pressing your lips together to contain whatever thoughts you had about him from burst from your seams.

"Y/N," Jinshi's voice hit your ears, tender and smooth. You're suddenly hyperaware that he's staring at you with raised brows, lids peeked open to stare at you.

You straighten your back and offer a bow, "Jinshi-sama. Do you require anything?" You had to get it together. It was inappropriate to behave in such a scandalous way. "Request for ice? Tea?"

Jinshi shook his head, sitting up, "No, rather I'd like for you to rest after such a long journey."

You falter, your arms wavering from their position in front of your face, "Uh.... Wouldn't the room be more tolerable with some ice?" You spare a glance around the room and grimace. The windows are shut tight, only bits of sun peeking through the cracks. Basen looks rather miserable, but trying to appear his usual stern self. While Gaoshun and Maomao seem rather okay with showcasing their small discontent with the heat. A nice cube would help at least cool down a bit.

You also couldn't stand another second seeing Jinshi like that. As if he were some type of nymph testing your faith.

"Really, it's fine—" Jinshi attempted, but you were already turning on your heel.

"I will return with ice." You didn't miss the way Jinshi's face fell and his eyes cut to Gaoshun who shook his head in return.

Your fast paced adventure led you to the main hall, where people were moving in and out. Various officers and servants filled the area, finding their rooms or helping their masters and fellow officers to their own rooms. Everyone appeared to be feeling the heat as they wiped their brows. Much like you, they appeared to be attempting to defeat the heat.

You found your way towards an attendant who helped you get something situated for Kousen. Something that brought you both distaste and irritation. Something to be addressed at a later time.

Joy filled you as you turned around, ice would soon be in the room and you could crowd around it like it was a new lover.

As you were about to make your way back to the room, you ran into someone.

You were about to apologize when they whirled around and you let out an audibly sigh that conveyed your unwavering exhaustion for them.

"Hey, watch where— Oh, hey, " Lihaku blinked, kind face twisted up in vague recognition. “You’re that lady-in-waiting. What are you doing out here?”

“I’m on loan from Jinshi-sama,” you answered rather flatly, not missing the small frown accompanying the man’s face.

You were vaguely familiar with Lihaku. What with Maomao getting involved in the problems within the inner and rear palace, you were bound to make new acquaintances when she was dragging you around. Lihaku was the first one you had ran into. On orders to accompany the girl from Suiren, you had gotten to see her investigative skills firsthand. You were impressed, surely, when she had made the discovery about the potatoes. But the impression was overshadowed by Lihaku, who had spent the entire time chatting your ear off.

He was kind, handsome, and smart when it called for it. But you could tell that, like most officers, he had an airheaded vibe to him. One that deterred you from making things too complicated with him.

Friendly enough, and one of the few people that didn't seem to disinterest Maomao, you accepted his very vague and shadowed feature in your life.

"Well, that's nice of him." He said, clearly disinterested in where this conversation was going. "I'm glad to see a friendly face, though."

You offered a small smile, "As am I. Not many kind faces around here often."

"You can say that again." You hear a loud inhuman snort and a tug on your gown, taking a large step back, you look down. A large dog with drool leaking out from the sides of its mouth stared back at you. "Oh, hey, boy, no!"

"O-Oh my." You uttered, slightly breathless as you looked at the large beast.

Lihaku glanced at you, offering a withering smile, "Eh, sorry, he gets excited around new people— not a great trait in a dog like this, you would think, but he's a real gem. Just has his moments. Hey, now—"

Lihaku pulled out something metal and brought it to his lips, then blew. It emitted little to no sound, at least, any you could truly hear, making your perk up when the dog tilted his head and sat respectfully before the officer. He blew again and the dog laid. Again, and the dog stood on all fours.

You smiled softly, watching in wonder as it obeyed whatever silent orders it was getting from Lihaku.

"He's very smart." You observed as the dog sat down again.

"Right?" Lihaku beamed, "I can get him to come running from kilometers away if need be."

"Useful when you're in a bind."

"For sure!" Lihaku's demeanor reminded you of a proud father as he puffed his chest and looked distastefully towards the cages lined up outside. "He's real smart, yet they still want to use those birds in the end."

You didn't want to point out the various problems that could come with using a dog; as there were probably another list of various pros to actually use the dog. The hawks had been used for years and you doubt that some dogs would be taking their place any time soon. It'd probably be a long time before these arrogant men came to their senses and found better means. Despite dogs being loyal and determined to their cause, the hawk would always be chosen.

Or, the better alternative, they didn't do this hunt anymore.

But you knew that was a longshot.

It wasn't long after that you bid Lihaku a farewell and good luck on his duties, making your way back to the room. You exchanged pleasant smiles and greetings with familiar faces, but nothing that kept you from relaxing much longer.

When you returned to the room, everyone had found their own areas and activities to occupy themselves. Gaoshun and Basen were playing Go near the windows, Maomao was reclining on the floor where a sliver or air was flowing through (from where, you weren't completely sure). Jinshi was back to sitting on the couch, a book in his hands. Something that was quickly disregarded as you gently closed the door behind you.

"The ice should be up soon." You informed the room with a respectful bow.

Jinshi didn't look at all interested, "What took you so long?" It sounded like contempt. Irritation if you had to really dig. Something that made you falter.

You look up and see the pout on his lips— childish, as always. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jinshi-sama. I happened to run into a friend and got caught up in conversation." You apologized softly. The last thing you wanted to do was bring him more annoyance and disturbance.

He straightened considerably, "A friend?"

You didn't like the way it was spoken. A touch of disbelief was enough for you to eye him with your own distaste. Even if you and Lihaku were nothing more than strangers with vague familiarity with one another.

"Yes, a friend." You confirmed with thin lips. Despite your inner voice telling you to reign in your attitude, you upturn your nose and decide to join Maomao— whose eyes were shooting between the both of you with trepidation and vague sympathy. "He was being kind."

Jinshi huffed, "I didn't know you had any secret friends."

"Not a secret. Just don't find any time to speak about it with you, Jinshi-sama."

That made the man falter, a darkened shadow over his face. "I suppose." He frowned heavily now, squinting at you with something unreadable. "Who is this friend of yours?"

You, finding no reason to lie, continued on, "Officer Lihaku."

In an instant, three heads snapped to you with varying degrees of emotions. Maomao looked shocked, but welcomed the information with a shrug. Gaoshun looked pale and overwrought, for whatever reason you weren't entirely sure, but you had an itching feeling it had to do with Jinshi.

The same Jinshi that was now face down on the couch, letting out a miserable sound. Speaking into the fabric of it all, unintelligiable. But you swore you heard something along the lines of— "that second rate, again?!" As he continued to rant and cry.

With that, you decided it best to not involve yourself with whatever Jinshi was battling. You wouldn't win anyway.

You'd always hated Kousen-sama.

He almost always seemed to loom in the shadows. An masked man who held no personality or words of his own. Pleasantries offered out of necessity and not because that was simply the right thing to do. He was mysterious. He hardly appeared, but he was always there. A reminder for what things would return to one odd day. A symbol for exactly where your loyalties and master lied.

Kousen-sama was to always appear before others with his mask on. To avoid them seeing the ghastly sight of scars and blemishes that adorned his skin because of his sickness (whatever that may be) and spare him the indecency of stares. He was unmoving. Stone amongst he lively environment that ate away at their lunches and softly conversed with one another.

Prince. The respectable Kousen-sama. The great son of the empire. The brave prince against all odds.

Oh, how much you hate Kousen-sama.

But you still had woken up early to help him pin his hair back. To slip his robes on. To delicately place the mask on, fingering the bangs out through the slits to allow some type of familiarity. You were his confidant. His reliable and kind servant.

As always, you and Basen stood behind Kousen-sama with your backs straight and eyes ahead. A pleasant servant on loan and stern guard, you both were familiar faces against the unrecognizable figure in front of you. It reminded the people exactly who was before them. Exactly who had decided to grace their presence.

Still, it brought you discomfort.

You still eyed Gaoshun in the corner of you eye. The older man sat at the other end of the table. Maomao standing behind him with a distant look in her eyes, obviously not paying attention to the things happening around her. Not entirely surprising, but you felt the overwhelming urge to scold her for her lack in etiquette.

Oh, you're starting to think like Suiren, aren't you?

Suddenly, Basen is tensing up beside you and Kousen-sama is turning his head away from a scowling Shishou. Your eyes snap between the two with a scowl of your own. Whatever that man had said—

Kousen-sama's hand clenches. So tightly that his knuckles turn white and he shakes. You know something isn't right. You had missed something. Something so obvious and you were too concerned about Gaoshun.

The man stands from his chair, the legs loudly clattering against the tiled and stone floor. You watch uneasily as Kousen-sama raises, takes a moment to collect himself, then practically speeds away from the room. You don't waste a moment to bring your sleeve covered hands to your mouth and make your own exit.

As you pass a concerned Maomao and Gaoshun, you hear a barely uttered whisper from the girl— heat. Food.

You try to hide your confusion and worry as you follow behind your master.

It doesn't take you long to find him.

Down the path, up against a tree, the masked figure was hunched and obviously breathing heavily. You draw closer, outstretching a hand to gently press it against the large expanse of his back.

"Kousen-sama, are you quite alright?" You ask softly, hunching slightly to capture a glimpse of his eyes from that slit in the fabric.

When you do, you're almost breathless. His violet eyes are alight with something distant and scornful. Eyebrows furrowed as he meets your own gaze.

"Y/N...?" He sounded vaguely surprised under it all, breathless himself. As if he couldn't quite believe that you were here in front of him.

You nod once, reaching out and grabbing ahold of one of the ties keeping the mask all together. "I'm going to remove this. No one is around."

His hand is suddenly wrapped around your wrist. Not tight or unrelenting, but enough to make you freeze. Warm and clammy skin against your own to make you feel scorched. You don't need to see his entire face to know that his jaw was clenched now.

"I can't," he said in all his self-assuredness, "Someone might still come."

What a pain. You thought to yourself as you draw in a heavy breath.

You don't waste a second to slip under his arm, wrapping it around your shoulders and allowing him to lean most of his weight against you. "No worries, sir, I'll just find us some place where no one else is around."

You gently guide Kousen-sama from the line of trees and deep within it. Finding an oddly familiar path created within your mind to follow that takes you towards an overflowing waterfall. A loud crash of water hitting the rocks and body of water below that brought you a distant sense of comfort. The refreshing smell of the water hits your nostrils and you take a deep breath.

With Kousen-sama against you, you felt the sweltering heat hit you tenfold. But the mist from the waterfall brushed against your skin like a gently caress from an old lover.

This is it.

You stumble over to one of the few trees next to the waterfall and gently guide Kousen-sama to sit up against it. The man took a heavy breath and you finally felt a little at ease. Reaching forward, you moved to take the cloth off once again and then—

A loud thud and chunks of dirt hit your cheek.

You frowned, looking to the ground only a could feet away and saw a small crater. A sharp smell filled your senses and you stiffened. It was an unkind and almost putrid scent. The smoke from the small crater was the main cause.

"Eh—?"

You were suddenly cut off as Kousen-sama wrapped his arms around you, jerking you upwards and away from the tree. You would've basked in the way his body was pressed against your back or the way his fingers seemed to mold into your abdomen— you would've if it weren't for the loud crack in the air then the pieces of bark that flew through the air around you.

The tree that he had been pressed up against only moments ago was now split open with a piece of metal imbedded into the wood. It looked eerily similar to the same that had been in the ground moments ago.

"Is that a feifa?!" His voice pierced through your thoughts, oddly frantic and uneasy as he moved quickly from the tree and towards the river.

You glanced up at him and found him already staring down at you. Eyes narrowed and, if it weren't for the mask, his entire face would be scrunched up in that familiar distaste and panic. Yet he seemed eerily calm as he dragged you through the trees and into the water.

"Sorry, but this is gonna get a bit dramatic." His voice was soft against your head, warm breath caressing your hair as he wraps a protective arm around your head.

Your eyebrows raise, "Dramatic— WHAT?" You should've known his tone and choice of his words were a warning for what was to come, but you were still caught off guard.

He gave no indication that he was going to jump off the cliff.

"Jinshi, you goddamn idiot!"

You mustn't get ideas above your station.

The water was oddly clear. Even with the mix of the overflowing waterfall, under it all was peaceful and calm. Fishes and water like insects lived in harmony.

Cool and calm. Always.

You are there to serve your master.

The little boy's head burst from the water with a big grin, short hair flat against his head and dripping. The sun reflecting off his violet eyes and almost blinded the little girl curled up on the side shore. Her face set into a scowl, clothes drenched, and a looming unimpressed older man behind her.

"It's so nice out, why don't you come in!" Beckoned the boy from the water.

The little girl shot him a nasty look, "You know why, you jerk!"

The boy's grin faltered, tilting his head at his friend, "Eh? Why are you being mean?" His voice wavered on the ends, still just floating in the middle of the basin.

"I'm not mean! You're mean! You're the biggest meanie!" The little girl stood up to throw an accusatory finger at the boy, her sleeve heavy and uncomfortable as she moved.

The boy's face reddened, eyebrows scrunched together, "I'm not mean! You're mean!" He repeated.

"No, you are! You're the biggest meanie in the whole wide world!"

"No, you are!"

"You are! You pushed me into the water!"

"You are! You should swim!"

"I hope you drown, meanie!"

The boy's expression fell completely. A heartbroken glint in his eyes flooding them. His lips trembled. But, before he could do something like cry, he was already swimming deeper

Nothing less, nothing more.

"Now, now," a large hand rested on the little girl's shoulder and gently tugged her back, turning her around to face the man. He seemed to be trying to appear as tender as he could to try calm down the girl's high nerves. "No need to get angry."

"But, Gaoshun—" The little girl whined.

Gaoshun shook his head, patting her shoulder, "No, we don't argue. Try to forgive and forget, yeah?" He reminded the lessons that he'd attempted multiple times to teach the two children. "No reason to walk around with resentment for others, right?"

The little girl scoffed her shoe against the ground, a pout on her lips, "Do I have to, Gaoshun?" She knew what this would call for. Exactly how this would end for her.

The man heaved a sigh, nodding, "Yes, you do. Now, go reconcile. I'll wait here."

The girl faltered as the man raised to his full height, cupping his hands behind his back. She dragged her feet through the soft soil and found her way towards the boy once more. He was grasping onto the edge of the bank, sniffling and snorting. His shoulders shook and his face was stuffed into his arms.

The little girl frowned. "Um... Are you okay?"

The boy stiffened, not turning around as he answered, "No."

"I'm sorry, I said something real mean." The little girl uttered, stepping closer as she clutched her wet clothes. "I just... You pushed me into the water, I can't..."

"I thought you were my friend!" The little boy whirled around on her, face red and eyes filled with big tears. He looked enraged but incredibly disheartened. The girl blinks in return as the boy glares. "You say such mean things to me. Friends aren't supposed to be mean!"

The girl clenched her jaw, "You were mean to me first!" She accused.

The boy sniffled, wiping under his nose with his forearm. "You're my friend." He repeated as if that cleared up any anger.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The little girl slowly sat beside him, her feet dipping under the water. "It is nice." She whispered.

The little boy dragged his eyes upwards, looking hurt but hopeful. "Right?" he asked, equally as quiet.

"You're my friend too, Jinshi." The little girl nudge him with her leg.

Jinshi's eyes twinkled, wide and all too bright, "Really?"

"Really." The little girl confirmed with a toothless grin. "My friend forever and ever!"

Jinshi positively beamed, the water sloshing as he jumped happily. "Forever and ever, and ever!"

"And ever!"

"It's no longer... appropriate for you and Jinshi-sama to be friends."

"I don't... I don't understand. He's my friend."

"His mother no longer finds it appropriate for you to concern yourself with Jinshi."

"But, Gaoshun—"

"No, Y/N. It's over. Come along. Suiren has a present for you."

"He's.... He's my friend...."

"I'm so sorry."

You are to give your life to your master.

The woman paused, back pin straight, as she entered her master's office, finding him curled up in the corner, muttering nonsensically to himself. The guard of said master was watching on with a pitiful expression of his own, only breaking his eyes away when the woman entered the room. His expression only seemed to deepen.

She didn't need to ask. There was an unspoken understanding as to what their master's breakdown was regarding. The Apothecary. The one that had gotten the attention of everyone in the palace as of late. The one that had been causing her great grief as of late— and was about to create more.

"Jinshi-sama?" The woman called softly, stepping closer.

Jinshi's lifeless eyes continued to stare at the floor below him. A gentle rocking seeming to soothe himself from the rages of his mind. "I don't need anything, Y/N. Thank you, kindly." He uttered just as lifelessly.

The devoted servant's chest clenched. Her face flushed as she reached out a wavering hand. To place it delicately against his hunched back. To offer her best comforting words that she could. To distract him away from her.

Any inappropriate behavior will be punished, severely.

She faltered. This wasn't her place. This wasn't a part of her duties unless Jinshi said so. Inappropriate behavior wasn't called for. It will be punished severly.

Retracting her hand, she stands, and offers a respectful bow. "Please call me if you need anything, Jinshi-sama." And left him in his dark corner.

"Gaoshun, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, Jinshi-sama."

"You have been in my life for as long as I can remember. You remember more than I possibly could about my younger years. Whatever happened to cause me and Y/N to fall apart?"

"...."

"It had to be around the time I was eight that I noticed we were growing apart. Even now, I see it so clearly."

"It's been a long time, Jinshi-sama. You're no longer children."

"All the more reason to know, isn't it?"

"I don't know...."

"Gaoshun, nothing will come of it. I'm simply curious."

"..."

"I'm sorry to put you in this position. Please return to what you were doing."

"Jinshi-sama.... you might not like the truth..."

"I usually don't."

"Where to begin.... Before her eighth birthday—"

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"H....E—"

Everything felt so muffled. Faraway. Featherlight.

Was that a pressure against your chest? A thump that came into quick successions, then stopped. For something soft and ever so delicate to press against your lips?

Everything was distant. So far away from your grasp. From your state of being. As if you were already long gone from whatever reality you were in moments ago.

"H—"

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It was almost like floating. A gentle sway and a crack.

A joyful gliding against the sky that soothed you away from worries and woes.

Thump. Thump. Lips.

Repeating endlessly. Happily. Wetly?

Thump. Thump. Lips.

You welcomed it. Whatever it was. Whatever kept the rhythm. The wonderful rhythm.

Thump. Thump. Lips.

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THUMP. THUM—

You shot up with a cough.

Your throat burned and head ached terribly. Your eyes almost felt like they were about to pop out of your head and roll away. You felt horrible.

It didn't help that you were drenched from head to toe either.

Beside you, there was a heavy and loud sigh of relief as he fell to his backside. He let a silence fall over you both as you recovered, hand pressed against your throat and heaving.

Jesus. Had you almost...

The thought alone almost made you sick.

"I'm sorry. I thought.... I didn't think you still couldn't swim." His voice was soft, barely heard over the waterfall. Kind and cautious, worried and terrified. Things that seeped from his tone as if it were bleeding out and bearing all its insides to you.

Exposing him to you.

You peeked over your loose strands of hair to glare viciously at him. "When would I have the time to learn to swim?" You shot back ruthlessly, not entirely caring from etiquette in this moment. "You've lost your mind."

"Right." Jinshi immediately agreed, almost looking fearful as he watched you.

You push yourself up and take in a deep breath, coughing slightly at the burn of your throat. Taking in your surroundings, you swore that this was that—

"Are you really alright?"

You glanced back at the man and found him still sat on the damp ground. His eyebrows are furrowed and a small frown on his lips as he stared up at you. It made you uncomfortable. To see such a glittering violet staring back at you earnestly. Honestly.

You instead clutch onto your dress, "Suiren is gonna kill me." You scoff, tugging the garments apart.

You could hear Jinshi sputter behind you. The gravel and dirt below him crunching as he probably scrambled up from his spot.

You spared a feeble look over your shoulder to find him with his eyes clenched slowed, hand covering your body from his gaze. You snap your gaze back around and tug the fabric a little too hard as you scoff.

You wouldn't deny the pang of hurt that clenched your chest.

"Don't worry, Jinshi-sama, you won't have to see my unruly body of mine for long. I just want to make sure Suiren doesn't slaughter me when we return."

"I— No, I'm just— okay." He finally muttered.

You are stripped down to your underthings, placing the dress and various pieces on the ground as delicately as you can to avoid too much dirt being stained into the fabric.

As you place the last bit of clothing down, you hear the flutter of fabric behind you.

Jinshi is a bright red, gently tossing his robe down behind him. His back is facing you and you know its for whatever mock sense of modesty he wants to give the both of you. You instinctively reach out and take his robe in your grasp, twisting it and squeezing it to watch out a fair amount of water drip out.

"You worry about mine later. Take care of your things first."

Yeah, right, You think as you twist it with an unrelenting grip. You are there to serve your master. It's one of the first things you learn. His needs came before your own. His needs were your needs.

Jinshi snatched the robe away and squeezed the fabric tight, an overflowing amount of water released from the cloth and into the ground.

Okay, so maybe he was better at it than you.

You nod, turning your attention towards your own garments and try to ignore the overwhelming feeling that you had eyes on your rear.

"So, um—" Jinshi cleared his throat when his eyes dragged away from you, cheeks a bright red. "What now?"

"Well, we could attempt at trying to swim back—"

"You can't swim."

"I was going to say that."

"Oh, sorry."

There's a soft silence between the both of you as you finish up. Gently redressing, you make your way towards the entrance of the cave, where the waterfall is blocking it from any negative eyes. You press your lips into a thin line and regard it bitterly. You remember this waterfall.... you could recall the times you whimsical pondered what it'd be like to ride down it like in those stories.

Jinshi had promised such when you both were too young and too dumb to realize how naïve dreams like that were.

You couldn't really judge that mini-you, for you had your own dreams of—

"Remember when Gaoshun first brought us here?"

You hadn't realized that Jinshi made his way over until he was standing beside you. Robes lose over his shoulders and tugging on his top layer. Violet eyes were watching the water as if it were a canvas of memories in the long distant past. Something to be admired and viewed with daisies and smiles. Not to be addressed as anything but good or amazing. Not to see the truth of it all.

You press your lips together, drawing in a heavy breath, "I remember you pushing me in the water and Gaoshun having to pull me out."

Jinshi's face screws up slightly, a faint blush on his features as he almost looks around with shame. "Right...." He straightens, "I'm sorry."

You blink, "Huh?"

Jinshi glances at you with a small smile, "I, uh, never really apologized back then. Made you apologize like you did something wrong." He explains weakly.

You raise an amused brow, "I told you I wished you would drown."

"I kinda deserved it!" Jinshi counters, his lips cracking into a grin. That charming grin he gets that makes your heart flutter. Make you hopeful for terrible and wistful. "I'm real sorry."

You smile softly, eyes kind and soft as you regard him, "I forgave you a long time, Jinshi-sama."

Jinshi's expression faltered, "Don't call me...." He trailed off awkwardly, turning his attention back to the unrelenting waterfall. You watched him for that moment. That split second where it looked like he was actually going to say something that would make you lightheaded. His jaw working and the muscle jumping as he seems to contemplate his next words.

Say anything and I'll cling to it, You think, watching his lips part, I always have. I always will.

"I'm surprised you were the one that followed me out. I thought the Apothecary might've done it."

You tense. That was certainly not what you expected him to say. Of all the things he could say? The Apothecary.

The waterfall in front of you is suddenly much too loud and violent. The cave seems to darken and your eyes drag from Jinshi to stare at your bare feet. Of course. Of course. Why wouldn't he want Maomao? Why had you even came here? Who were you to get between whatever silent signal he was trying to send to the other girl.

Him and Maomao. It was nicer than him and you. Jinshi and Y/n.

You straighten, pushing down any ill thoughts and heavy feelings into the dark pits of your chest and mind. "I apologize for the intrusion. I thought it'd make more sense for me to accompany you, Jinshi-sama."

"Why are you apologizing....?" He trailed off and then made a noise that sounded eerily similar to that of a caught man. "No, wait, I'm really glad that you're the one who came! Like really glad!"

"You don't have to spare me, Jinshi-sama. I'm a woman now, not a little girl."

"I'm not—" He visibly slumps, closing his eyes and trying to collect whatever thoughts he has and place them appropriately. He draws in a breath and faces you, looking oddly serious compared to his usual self. "I'm not trying to spare your feelings. I was just trying to say that— Well, it's not— I want you here, Y/n."

He's sparing your feelings. He's being kind. He doesn't actually want you there. You can't be friends.

You don't spare him a response. Instead, walking further into the cave. You raise your eyebrows, looking at the gaping hole above you where light and the sounds of nature filtered in. What could possibly get you both out of there...?

Whistle. Sit.

Of course. Him.

Jinshi sighs, "I spoke to Gaoshun before we—"

You place your fingers in the corner of your mouth and blow. A loud whistle bounces off the cave walls and out of the hole. You wait and hope to hear a bark or see the familiar tall man, but there's nothing.

"What are you doing?" Jinshi asks slowly, glancing between you and the hole above.

"Hello?" You cup your hands over your mouth and shout as loudly as you can. "Is anyone out there?"

Jinshi frowns, staring at you uneasily, "Y/n, please, we don't want to attract them this direction."

In the mess of almost drowning and seeing peeps of Jinshi's bare skin, you'd almost forgotten that you both had been chased down here by some violent assassin. Rather foolish, if you were honest.

You place the tips of your fingers against your lips and try to force the blush spreading across your cheeks off. "Sorry." You offer a bow of your head, despite the position you both find yourselves in.

You receive no response which causes you to peek at him. The stare that he's leveling you with doesn't bring you any type of comfort. It usually meant he was about to say something that—

"Hop on my back and see if you can reach up there."

—you wouldn't like.

Your eyebrows shot upwards and you stared at him with wide eyes. If Suiren was here and knew what he just proposed, she'd positively lose her mind. No matter how long she had known you— she'd think it improper. He was your boss and you were his lowly servant. To be in an position above him or treating him like a mat, it was...

It was simply ridiculous.

"But—"

"If you're the one below, you'll get crushed." He jabs a thumb over his shoulder. "Do it."

And that's how you ended up here. Legs wrapped around Jinshi's shoulders and heads, hand reaching out for the dirt above. You dig your fingers in and glance down at the man below you.

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

Jinshi sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that day, his hand on your thigh squeezing gently. "Y/N, please stop asking me that."

You grimace, "My apologies, Jinshi-sama. Sorry." You shakily raise from your place, ignoring the soft and deep grunt Jinshi gives as you stand on his shoulders.

You dig your nails into the damp dirt and begin to tug yourself up.

This is it. Finally, you could get into the open forest once again. You're not going to be suffocated by his presence. Everything will return back to its rightful places—

You froze when it smacked you in the forehead.

You tried to keep calm as you felt the slimy breathing thing rest on your skin. Body tensed up and eyes staring widely at the bright sky above.

"Y/N?" Jinshi softly called, noticing the way you tensed.

"F—Frog." You utter, jaw clenched tight and you felt it shift as you take a deep breath. "A frog."

Jinshi blinked, looking up at you with his own wide eyes, "Hey, don't-don't freak out! Just shake your head and it'll hop off."

You shake a little, but follow his instructions. However, you may have overestimated the shake as you lose your grip on the dirt and begin to fall back.

"Hey!"

The tumble down is short and not all that hurtful, like you had been expecting. You had closed your eyes in anticipation, fear of having to watch the ground quickly approach too much for your tiny heart. You expected to feel the damp mud to be seeping into your clothes and little bits of stone and bark digging into your skin. However—

Nothing.

There was nothing except the soft silk under your fingers. The scent that resembled a sweet fruit, one that you had smelt quite often in the mornings. In the noons, the evenings, the nights, repeat. You knew that smell and that familiar beat against your own chest.

Peeking your eyes open, you find that Jinshi is already staring back at you. The first thing you notice is that you both are extremely close to one another. His breath fans against your dewy face, making goosebumps raise off your skin and a shiver sent down your spin. Next is his tender expression, Eyes gentle and twinkling. His expression isn't filled with pain or anything that would indicate that he was uncomfortable with the very short distance between you both. The last thing you notice is the fact that your body is pressed against his.

Your complexion flushes and you blink down at him.

He's warm. Incredibly warm. A sharp contrast to his damp clothes, which are open and pooling under his shoulder blades, revealing his bare chest to you. Your breath is ripped from you as you stare at the plump skin. You've seen it a million times. Every day as you help him get ready for the day. It should be normal. Should be something that doesn't make you lightheaded.

But it does.

He's right there. Right against you. You can feel his heartbeat ramming against his chest and into yours. You can feel every small breath he takes—as if hanging onto this moment with, what? Trepidation? Unease? You weren't entirely sure but you knew that you felt light.

Was it so bad that you felt nice in this moment? That this warmth was wrong? Was it so out of your reach that you simply couldn't imagine a man wanting to embrace you in a way?

You are to give your life to your master. Any inappropriate behavior will be punished, severely.

Yes. It was.

You clenched your jaw, ignoring the tender look in Jinshi's eyes as you try to bring your mind into the present.

The frog.

It wasn't anything that you wanted to touch, but Jinshi was your master. Your discomforts and fears must be pushed away for his sake and needs.

Reaching down, you feel for any signs of the frog. It wasn't large, but it wasn't entirely small either. It wouldn't be hard to find in all it's slimy and— There it is.

Your hand brushed it and you feel almost elated to find it. Your hand cupped around the bulge from Jinshi's robes. It feels much bigger than the average frog that'd been on your forehead. It was unmoving to, except for the small twitch it gives as you rest your palm down. You gripped it.

"Hng," Jinshi grunts, his eyes close. You're a little shocked as his hips shift, his hands at your hips dig into your flesh, almost too eager. You snap your eyes upward to his suddenly sweating and flushed face. "I-I'm sorry, but... but could you move your hand? It's making things, um, rather difficult."

Difficult?

You grip onto the twitching frog below you—

"U-Uh—" Jinshi moans in a deep and guttural way that would make anyone, especially you, malfunction. It doesn't help that his hands latch onto you harder, pressing you closer and releasing a stuttering breath against your ear.

Why was he squirming so much? Why was his face so red and dripping with sweat? Why was his chest heaving and his hands flexing around your skin? And why was this thing twitching and getting bigger in your hold....

Oh.

Oh.

You are to give your life to your master. Any inappropriate behavior will be punished, severely.

You felt a little sick at your intrusion. At the gall. You couldn't believe yourself. You had violated one of the single rules you were ever given. You violated Jinshi's space. His entire being. You were to be punished and hated— ousted from your position.

Disgusted with yourself, you slowly stand up. Jinshi's softly panting from his position on the ground, running a hand through his mused hair.

"S-Sorry, I haven't— I'm a bit—" Jinshi's obviously embarassed and uncomfortable. Look what you've done. You've ruined it all. "Hey, where are you going?"

Before you could think much more as his hands grip your hips once again and pull you down.

You're sat on his his lap and you could feel it.

"J-Jinshi-sama, I'm so-I'm so sorry!" You tucked your head down, shaking with trembling lips.

Jinshi's hands fall to your thighs, limp, "Eh...?"

"What I did was truly inappropriate and-and I will take any and all punishment!"

"Punishment...?" He sounded terribly confused, still a bit breathless. You keep your head ducked and he remains unmoved. "Why would I... you're not getting punished."

"I give my life to you. Any inappropriate behavior will be punished." You repeated softly under your breath, tucking your hands against your face to hide away from his gaze. From the judgement and hatred. "It's only just."

There's a longstanding silence between the both of you and you're hopeful that he's coming to his senses. That you'd be released and freed. That you would finally accept the gap and space between them. To fall away, finally, to the shadows.

It was tarnished the moment Jinshi wraps your hands around your own, gently prying your hands away from your face.

He doesn't look vengeful or angered. No. No, he looks kind. As he always has been. Kind and considerate. Honest and open. He'd always been so...

He'd never really been angry with you. Not without sadness being overbearing. Always so quick to forgive you. To push everything away with a smile and crinkle of his eyes.

"Y/N..." His words are as soft as his expression.

Your hands shake, "Please... Please hate me." You pleaded quietly, pressing your forehead against his hands as if he were a monk to be begged to.

"I'm not going to punish you or... or anything of the sort. Why would you want that?"

You draw in a watery breath, shoulders shaking, "It's easier to let go that way." You admitted.

"Let go of what?"

"Of my love for you."

"What?!"

His shout echoed off the cave walls. Your humiliation and embarrassment was quick to follow once it bounced back at you. Made you flinch back and try to push yourself back from his lap. Why did you say anything? Fool. Disgusting fool.

"Hey, hey, hey," Jinshi's hands wrap around your wrists and tug you forward a bit. You refuse to meet his eye. You refuse to be humiliated and demeaned— "Don't do that. Don't close off."

You clench your jaw and try to push the humilation deep within you, taking a deep calming breath as you stared at his bare collar. "You're so kind and so... you. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable or disgusted, but I need to tell you. And then I would hope that you would let me go."

Jinshi's eyebrows shot up. "Let you go?"

You've been thinking about this for some time. That it all would be better if, in the end, you were to serve someone else. That you were pawned off for some soldier instead of this slow torture. This uncomfortable, unbearable tiptoeing.

"I would like for you to offer me to a soldier or anywhere else."

The reaction is instant. The way Jinshi's complexion darkens and he stares at you with wide eyes. He slumps into the damp ground and almost turns into putty. His hold on you slackens and gives you ample opportunity to move away. But you're frozen in your spot.

"Why would I do that?" Jinshi's voice is quiet, slow, "You're... You're mine."

A blush takes over your cheeks, "Jinshi-sama, It's not appropriate! I shouldn't be like this with you."

"What if I like it?"

You blink at him. "Huh?"

Jinshi leans forward, his thumb gently skirting against your skin. "What if I have some love for you too? What if I don't care about what's appropriate or follows the rules."

I would ask who you are. You were tempted to say but your mouth was clamped shut in shock. Following the rules had been completely him. He was put in his current position now to ensure the rules in the rear palace were being followed diligently. The thought that he would love someone like you when there were people like Maomao or princesses out there. People much more deserving of his devotion. It wasn't right.

As if sensing you're not believing him, he pulls away and presses his lips thin. "Okay, I'll convince you." He straightens up and takes a breath. "I spoke to Gaoshun not too long ago. Before we came here and I know everything now."

A pause. Everything. He knew everything now? Everything is so much. Everything is... well, everything. What exactly had Gaoshun told him?

"What's everything?"

"That my mother didn't want you around anymore. That Gaoshun told you that you weren't allowed around me anymore. That you stopped being my friend and became my employee."

Your stare up at Jinshi with wide eyes. "That's not...Us being friends wasn't right anymore."

Jinshi frowned, shaking his head and his hands slide up to your arms. "If I had my way, I would've had you by my side all that time. Not as some lady-in-waiting, but as my equal."

You shake your head, ignoring the erratic beating of your heart against your chest. "Don't say that. Don't say things you don't mean, Jinshi." You beg softly.

Jinshi reaches out, wrapping his hands around your own, pressing it against his chest. "I mean it with everything in me. If it were up to me, I wouldn't have ever been separated from you. Forget what my mother said." His words were sweet, tempting. They made you lightheaded. So did the sudden brightness and tender smile on his face. "That's the first time you've called me Jinshi since we were kids."

"What? I've always called you Jinshi."

"No, you've always called me Jinshi-sama."

"Oh."

You suppose you had.

"Jinshi," You utter, unsure of what else you both could say.

Jinshi's expression, if possible, softens further, leaning forward an inch. "Yes?" He whispers back just as softly.

Your eyes trail between his eyes before moving to his lips, parted and glistening, "Jinshi..."

Jinshi's hand slides up your thigh and his lips are ghosting against yours, "I'm here. I promise." He whispers before pressing your lips together delicately.

Your heart soars. Your hands shakily press against his cheeks, drawing closer as his own press your hips together. He's soft. He's tender. He's cautious and all encompassing. Filling your senses and making you lightheaded.

As you both part for a breath, he flips you onto your back. His hand grips the underside of your thigh and presses you close enough that he lets out a soft and broken sound.

His eyes are heavily lidded as he gazes down at you, lips pink. "I just want you. No one else. I promise." He utters.

You twist your hands into his hair, eyes fluttering. "You're it." You pass back.

His lips are back on yours. Wet and eager. This is sudden. Fast. But you've been waiting for so long. Had been clinging onto the smallest of things. Desperate to have this closeness that you had now. To feel his skin against yours. His breath mixing with your own. Everything him and everything you intertwined.

You just wanted to cherish this—

WOOF!

You and Jinshi both tense up, jumping. Looking over his shoulder, your eyes widen upon finding a familiar dog staring down at you both, wagging tail eager and happy to see you.

Jinshi's eyebrows furrow, "Huh...?"

There's not much warning before the dog is jumping down. Landing straight on Jinshi's back, causing the poor man to let out a pained sound. He's squishing you against the ground as the dog stands on his back, happily lapping his tongue against your cheek.

Vague disgust and disappointment wash over you, but you smile all the same. "Oh, boy!"

He barks again. A greeting you're sure.

Above, Lihaku and, surprisingly, Maomao appear. Both of them stare down at you with varying degrees of emotions. Lihaku looked excited and kinda like his dog, while Maomao.

Well, Maomao looked all too knowing.

"Well, you look rough!" Lihaku called down with a grin, "Glad to see you're not dead."

"As am I!" You huff out a laugh, then look to Maomao. "Hello, Xiaomao!"

"Hello." Maomao said flatly, she looked lower and her face screwed up distastefully. "Is Jinshi-sama okay?"

Lihaku then he spots his dog and slightly pales, letting out a sharp whistle. "C'mon, boy!"

The dog eagerly jumps off Jinshi, going to sit by your head and wag his tail. The man above you sighs in relief, pushing up off you. He sits up and you try not to focus on the bright blush on his face.

"Why did he do that?" The royal asks.

"Must've thought something was wrong." Lihaku rubs the back of his neck, frowning down at you both. "What... exactly where you two doing?"

You and Jinshi glance at one another, furious blushes flushing over you both. Despite anything that Jinshi said, there were things that you weren't allowed to do. Rules and laws that forbid something like this form happening the public eye. For a man like himself from being with a woman like you. A servant with a beautiful prince.

Protecting him was the priority.

"Nothing!" You shout back, ignoring the eyebrow raise that garnered from both Jinshi and Maomao.

Everything was better left alone. A secret between the both of you. To cherish and hold for however long it may need. You could deal with the anger and longing later.

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Slow Dancing in Circles

Ascended Astarion || Astarion x f!Tav || ao3 || Masterlist

Rating: M , +18 Word Count: +1.4k Warnings: Ascended Astarion, abuse, mentions of sex (dub-con?, no description of sex act), mentions of death, adult themes.

And so it’s just you and him going through the same old motions, following a routine of his design—you always do, these days. Or decades. Centuries? Who knows? Not that it matters, no. You’ve been doing this for a very long time. Agreeing. Smiling. Fighting. Fucking. Dancing. Crying. Blood. So much blood. Even when this ballroom is long dead, the Gate is still bleeding red—for you, he says. Always for you. 

a/n: said I wouldn't do AA content but I talk a lot, apparently. Written in a frenzy. Another not so edited work, because I'm playing around with my writing lately and also try to chill a little. And it's 3am, make of that information what you will.

The Vampire Lord’s hand is clasping yours tightly as you dance around his empty ballroom. There’s no music accompanying you tonight—there was once, but not anymore. You can’t say when it crept in exactly, the heavy silence in this grand room. You only know that the music faded gradually, once upon a time, so slowly that you only noticed its absence when it had long fallen silent. Not that it matters, now.

The Lord of the house and you—his consort, his bride, his little love—are the only guests this room has seen in years, but you still know the steps of this dance by your cold, undead heart. You’ve gone through these same motions thousands of times before, and still, the Vampire Lord insists on guiding you through them. It’s not that he fears you’ll forget your place in time—you can’t, because he seldom wastes an opportunity reminding you.

Follow my lead, little love, he purrs into your ear. It’s not like you could do otherwise.  

And so it’s just you and him dancing through a withering ballroom, old grandeur slowly crumbling under years of silence and moonlit dust. One step forward, two steps back. Left. Right. Left. Left. Spin. Back. Back. Forward, please? Back. Left. No, pet, start again. There’s no end to this dance, unless the Vampire Lord wishes so, and he never does. 

And so it’s just you and him going through the same old motions, following a routine of his design—you always do, these days. Or decades. Centuries? Who knows? Not that it matters, no. You’ve been doing this for a very long time. Agreeing. Smiling. Fighting. Fucking. Dancing. Crying. Blood. So much blood. Even when this ballroom is long dead, the Gate is still bleeding red—for you, he says. Always for you. 

You’re hungry, little love. 

Are you? You must be, because he is. The Vampire Lord is insatiable. And so you must be, too. It’s just another step of this dance. Drinking. Sucking. Waiting. Killing. Damning. Fucking. Blood. So much blood. Love…? Once, maybe. You can’t be sure. Not anymore. Not since your fangs have grown dull. Not since you’re dancing in empty rooms. 

There is no need for you to hunt, let alone starve—not when the Vampire Lord is providing for your every need. Has he ever not done that? No, you haven’t known a night of hunger in his house. How very kind. What would you do without him?

You should be grateful, little love. 

He’s right. There’s no need for you to prowl dark alleys. No drunks, no whores, no rats to taint your pretty mouth with. Only the very best for you, pet. So the Vampire Lord brings you a handsome virgin when you’ve been good, and you always are for him. Gifts you an elf that has seen so many centuries, they’re carved into their beautiful leathery skin. Lies down a girl before you whose belly is so swollen with child that you can’t tell one heartbeat from the other. Their blood is calling to your instincts. You urge to pierce their skin with your fangs, but—  

We ask before we bite, little love.

Yes. May you have some blood, please? Of course, pet, of course! A feast just for you! Who else would it be for? Who else would matter as much as you do?

Come, eat right up, little love!

The moment your food arrives in your chambers it’s pale-faced and stupid with mortal agony. You don’t particularly like that. Their blood has an odd taste to it when the servants had to wash piss and shit off their fear-paralysed bodies right before serving them to you. They’re still alive but stink of death; it’s distasteful. Pitiful. You hate the way they look at you. But you don’t tell the Vampire Lord that. It would be ungrateful, wouldn’t it? 

I said eat, little love.

And doesn’t he feed you so lovingly, even when you reject his generosity at first? You don’t even need to use your own fangs to rip out their throats, he’s angry enough to do it for you. All you need to do is drink. Consume. Live. Please, even if you don’t want to. Listen to skin ripping and bone breaking. Screams fading into music fading into silence in the once-grand ballroom. Life fading to dust. 

The Vampire Lord knows you prefer the ones that are already half-drained of life when they’re brought to you—he knows everything about you. You like them better because they don’t move. They don’t scream. They don’t go through the same motions over and over and over again. All they need to do is die. They’re as good as gone when the Vampire Lord takes the last of their blood in his mouth, pulls you into a heady kiss. They don’t know that their essence drains from his mouth into yours, down your throat, and all you need to see are glassy eyes when the hunger you haven’t even felt has finally been sated. 

Good girl, little love, you’re so very good for me.

You wish you had been more like them, once upon a time, already gone instead of being consumed by fear. Stupid with love. Giving what wasn’t yours to give. Back then—when was it; does it even matter?—when your hands hadn’t yet been drenched in the blood of countless souls. Back then, when all you wanted was to protect the man you…No, it doesn’t matter. Not anymore. Even thinking like that is very bad of you. And yet, the Vampire Lord already knows of your wish. He knows it so well that you’ll never find the words to tell him of it yourself. He doesn’t want to hear of your wish, so silence remains. And it doesn’t matter. Not anymore.

I need you, little love.

The Vampire Lord fucks you the same way he dances with you—slow, but firmly. Holding you as close as your bodies allow, lest you vanish into one of the many empty rooms in this grand eroding house. That’s when you love him most. This body inside you is the only thing that still feels like him—the man you loved, once upon a time. Always. What was his name again? He had a silly laugh, you remember, and he was so very sad. Scared. He loved you so much.

Nothing feels as good as you do, little love.

The Vampire Lord plunging into you isn’t scared, nor is he very sad. He’s long over such mortal whims. He’s frantic, though, most of the time. He thinks he’s hiding it, but you went through the steps of this dance so many times that you can glimpse past the mask. He loves you still—his consort, his little love, his prisoner. 

Not that it matters, because it’s just him and a shadow of yourself dancing in a crowded ballroom at all times. Seven thousand damned souls are tugging at your skirts, you can feel their grasp as much as you can feel the Vampire Lord clasping your wrist, his nails digging into your skin. They’re one and the same, death and him. 

Follow my lead, little love. Follow my lead.

The Vampire Lord drags you over ash and bones and blood, so much blood that it makes your head spin. He’s a puppet master pulling the strings of all that’s dead and he won’t ever let go of you—you can tell by the smile on his face that doesn’t reach his all-seeing eyes. It never does. 

You want to hurt him. He knows.

What is it, little love?

You hate him. That man who stole your lover, once upon a time. No, you have to admit that’s not quite right. You were there, too, after all. You’d given him the dagger and then held down your lover as the Vampire Lord stripped himself of the man he was before. You two killed him so very thoroughly, except for his body there is nothing left, now.

“I love you,” is all you can say. They’re not your words, not anymore. 

I know, little love, you always will. 

Sunlight is breaking through dusty old curtains. The Vampire Lord spins you dangerously close to the soaring heat reaching for you. Why doesn’t he just let this house go up in flames? It would be no trouble. You always burned so bright, once upon a time. It would take but a moment.

But burning isn’t part of this dance. Left. Death. Back. Hatred. Back. Eternity. Spin. Tears. Right. His name started with an A. Right. Aeterna amantes. Forward, please? Lovers forever. No, pet, start again. There is little love left, but, as you’re slow dancing in circles through this tomb, you know that eternity has only just begun. 

#astarion #ascended astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x you #fem!tav #astarion x reader #hurt/angst #fanfic #baldur's gate fanfiction #emicha writes #wilteddreamsbg3 #AA #me: I don’t really see myself writing AA content #me at 3am on a lonely Saturday night: well

[dollyyss]

stop stop bc bc bc bc um um um.

maybe u should do hpw craigs gang kisses you. maybe

~🍋

Because I love you, and I was thinking of Craig and remembered I had this in my inbox.

Also I promise I’ll get requests done I post once or twice sometimes Daily so I do what I can! But please feel free to bring requests in!!

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙂𝙎 𝙂𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎

𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥! 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝘼𝙐

𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜, 𝘾𝙡𝙮𝙙𝙚, 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮, 𝙏𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not really aware of any, if there is please let me know!

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

Craig ⊹★🔭๋࣭ ⋆｡˚

Craig leans into the kiss, he subtly brushes his thumb against the back of your hand, creating a tender connection beyond the physical act of kissing. It adds a sweet and personalized touch to the moment, expressing his deeper connection without saying it. one he just doesn’t do far too often.

-His kisses tend to be quick. Just pecks to your lips or the sides of your cheeks.

-I think there’s a part of him that’s a bit.. afraid to fully go in for it? He doesn’t want to kiss you just to kiss you, he wants to kiss you to.. explore that whole side of his love for you. But he doesn’t want to overdue it.

-Though.. when he does go in for it, his hands are holding onto you for dear life, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away from him. He becomes more confident in himself, pressing himself against you, his nose a bit squished against you.. your like some drug he can’t stop. Filling him with a buzz he can’t come down from. When like this he occasionally bites at your bottom lip, softly pulling when he stops the kiss.

- Never a huge one to do it outside ever or in public, and if he does they aren’t on the lips. They’re on the top of your head, quick swift kisses.

-He’s the same when not in public as well, except he’s more then okay with giving you them when you both are alone. So it’ll tend to happen more often then.

Clyde

In the quiet intimacy of a moonlit night, Clyde’s letterman Jacket had been hung on your shoulders, eyes wandering as he leaned in, his eyes locking onto yours. The air hummed with unspoken words as his lips met yours, creating an overwhelming feeling of the weight of a thousand untold stories in that stolen kiss. “You taste good.” With a soft shove he let out a blissful laugh, “Clyde you are so stupid.”

“Stupid enough for you to kiss again?”

- he’s quite the kisser. Will take any god damn kiss he’ll get. I’m telling you he’ll pout like a mother fucker if he doesn’t get it. He thinks your lips are so fucking sweet, so addicting.

-his normal kisses are always on your lips. Yes occasionally he’ll kiss elsewhere but he loves how soft your lips are, how they fit so perfectly with his. If he could kiss you a million times he would, never wanting to pull away.

-Clyde is completely okay with PDA. So kisses in public? 100%. He wants everyone to know you’re his. His arm will be hung around your shoulder whilst he talks to one of his friends. He’ll press a kiss to the side of your head every now and then, sometimes pulling your chin to look up at him and placing a kiss to your lips.

- He can be needy. When things are heated there’s no getting Clyde Donovan off of you. He’s pushing you back against his bed, lips locked while his hands roam underneath your shirt with curiosity. He won’t stop for air, I’m telling you. He’s desperate for you.

Jimmy

With an unexpected twist of humor, Jimmy seized the moment, pulling you into a spontaneous dance of laughter. Amidst giggles, he planted a playful, yet surprisingly genuine kiss, turning a lighthearted exchange into a memory where joy and affection collided in a delightful, whimsical symphony

- Oh Jimmy. That sweet sweet boy. He loves you tremendously. He likes to kiss you wherever! But his personal favourite is your nose. He loves whenever he makes a joke.. you laugh so hard your nose turns pink. He can’t help himself but plant a kiss to it, making you giggle even more.

- he’s okay with kissing in public, but he’s more then happy to share these moments at home. Though,, if you ever have a really shitty day at school, you have a panic attack.. anything. Text him. He’s immediately getting up from his seat and coming to your aid. Once he finds you, his crutches are against the wall and he’s sliding down the wall to sit, ushering you over to sit between his legs. Your face is littered in kisses, occasionally your lips.

- When moments become more intimate they tend to be a bit silly, his lips move at such a sloppy rate, his hairs a mess. Occasionally your teeth clink against his braces and he can’t help but laugh with you before diving back in. He’s gentle, but also likes to get what he wants so he does put quite a bit of force to it.

-he can be a goofy kisser…. He once puckered his lips for you to give him one.. just for him to blow a raspberry and piss himself laughing at your face..

Tolkien

In the soft ambiance of a candlelit evening, he held out his hand, a silent invitation to a dance that transcended mere steps. With a courteous smile, he led you through the waltz of shared glances and whispered conversations. Finally, in a moment of undeniable sincerity, he pressed a gentle kiss upon your hand, leaving an indelible mark on your pumping heart.

- stop because he’s so god damn loving. We know Tolkien to be quite the gentleman, he’s constantly kissing at your knuckles, your hands and up your arms. He’s like Clyde, he just can’t seem to keep his lips off of you. It doesn’t matter where.

-you’re sitting on his lap while his lips dance over your chin and jaw, sitting beside him class? He’s gripping your hand and placing a gentle kiss to it, crying? He’s kissing those tears away. You took a nap on his bed, he’s finding his way over and placing a kiss to your head and tucking you in.

-he’s more then okay with it in public. You don’t have to ask him please, he’s delighted to have your lips on him, he wants to show people he’s happy in his relationship.

-He’s quite good at it, he knows when to be rough, when to be soft, when to pull away to leave you wanting more.. and he uses this so often to tease you whilst your body sits on his lap facing him, a chuckle escaping his lips before he kisses your neck..

Tweak

Amidst the whirlwind of nervous thoughts, he took a deep breath, his anxious gaze meeting your understanding ones. In that vulnerable moment, he mustered the courage to bridge the gap, and as your lips met, a quiet reassurance unfolded—a kiss that spoke of shared vulnerabilities and the solace found in each other's presence.

-He’s so scared to do it wrong. He’s so scared to push forwards, to place his hands literally anywhere. What if you didn’t like it? What if you didn’t want his kiss? “Tweak my love, right here..” he melts when you place your hands on his to guide him. Once you’ve done it, he’s confident enough to place shaky lips on yours.

-He likes kissing your jaw, and lips. Your jaw being because he enjoys being able to hide his away, peppering kisses to your jaw while he takes in the scent of your hair. It’s soothing to him. And your lips because they’re so warm. If he’s ever just not able to calm himself he’s looking for you immediately to press his lips to yours, soon hiding his face and littering kisses all along your jaw.

-He’s typically not the one to act out on kissing in public but if you do it to him he doesn’t mind it. Just try not to in a group of people, not that he’s embarrassed of you but more embarrassed that people could stare at what he believes is a sweet intimate moment.

- hi. He’s whiny when he kisses. Because I said so. He doesn’t like when you pull back, he grips your shirt muttering out a shaky whine and almost begging you for you to come back. His eyes are half lidded, lips quivering while his hands find anyway to bring you closer. “No! You can’t just.. pull away from me like that, agh! I need you..”

- Needy. Whiny kisser. I love him.

#south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #south park hcs #south park headcanons #south park fanfiction #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker #sp craig #clyde donovan #sp clyde #clyde donovan x reader #jimmy valmer #jimmy valmer x reader #tolkien black #tweek tweak #sp tweek #tweek x reader #dollys fics

[b1ravenclaw]

Is it true? - part 2

azriel x reader, cassian x reader

warnings: sugestive

Once back in my chambers I didn't let myself dwell much on choices of clothing, it was only Cassian, so my clothes were only needed to warm me outside of the water. After having picked out my warmest coat I headed to our meeting point, and I tried not to think much of the shadows that seemed to follow me and Cassian as we made our way towards the lake. 

“Soooo…” Cassian started looking at my shivering form, “I thought winter court citizens didn’t feel cold?” 

“We do feel cold,” I say watching as his own wings start to tremble at the accumulated snow on them, “but we do endure it a lot better then others. Don’t you want a scarf to wrap around your wings?”

“I don’t need a scarf.” He said as if offended.

“If you say so,  my wings aren’t the ones shivering.” 

“Hmpf.” We circled around the castle and just as Cassian began making his way towards the nearest lake I stopped him. 

“What? Change of plans?” He asked as he followed me. “Is this a ploy to get me on your bed or get me killed?”

“Please if I wanted you on my bed you would know.” 

“Killing me is it then?” 

“Hmm, not quite. If I did want to kill you I would just turn up in your chambers, no need to lure you out of it.” His tan skin paled, more than it already was given the cold. I laughed loudly. “I”m only joking General, now come on, that wasn’t the proper lake for our late night escapade.” 

“Hmm, and why is that?”

As I looked  around our surroundings, trying to remember the exact same path Kallias showed me when we were younger, I explained to him that it wasn’t just any cold lake you needed to bathe. It was a cold shimmering lake that only glowed on nights of full moon. And lucky for him, it was a beautiful night of full moon. 

“So it is true then?”

“Of course it is, have you ever been met with a legend that turned out to be a complete and utter lie?” Cassian opened his mouth to answer, but it wasn’t his voice that graced my ears, no, the voice that spoke was so nicely fitting to a night in winter court that it may just as well have been the song of the wind. But it wasn’t.

“I have not, yet.” 

“Azriel! By the Cauldron.” 

“And what are  you doing here?” My voice was cold through my gritted teeth. 

“You are luring a vital member of my court out of the castle of your own court, surely you know how that must look?”

“He came to his own accord.” 

“Court, accord, a court… Blah, blah, blah. Come on, she was just getting to the good part.”

“And what “good part” would entail?  The so called lake? Crescida said-”

“Crescida knows not of the Winter Court, she is from Day.” Jealousy seeps through me as easily as snow, and he senses it. The bastard knows it. She really needed to get it together. 

“Jealous much?”

“Wouldn’t you like it?”

“Yes. Yes I would.” I roll my eyes then. 

“Cass,” I say with a softness in my voice that wasn’t there before. “Follow me.” And I don’t need to turn to know the Shadowsinger is right on our tail.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow.”

The Shadowsinger is deemed speechless, Cassian on the other hand can not stop talking of how utterly beautiful it all is. And truly it is, there is snow all around the lake, but the water is not frozen, instead it dances with life reflecting the stars and the moon above. 

“It is almost a mirror of the night sky, except…”

“Except more beautiful.” Azriel completes for me, and finally I turn to him. And damn him for his beautiful moonlit face.  I clear my throat, starting to undress and both male’s eyes are trained on me.

“The thing is, you only get more beautiful inside tha lake, once out you look just the same as you came in.” 

“Ah, boohoo.” Both me and Azriel shushed Cassian for his loud voice. 

“Do you want the guards to come down?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“Wait, are we not supposed to be here?” Azriel asks.

“Of course not.” I said, ridding myself of the last item of clothing, laid bare before them. “Are you boys coming or not?” 

I hear both male’s clearing their throats and scrambling with their clothes. 

“You know it would have been a lot easier if you guys had just put on a coat like I did.”

“Well I didn’t want you to think I was trying to seduce you.”

“Seduce me?” I ask a brow raised, “believe me, it would take more than that to get me into your bed.” And with that I dive right into the water, the lake warmer than the air and I revel in the feeling of the water on my skin. When I breach the surface Cassian is tiptoeing to get in the water, and Azriel is already inside. Completely and utterly naked. He is glowing, and I know I am too if the look on his face is any pointer. 

“Cass, just relax.” 

“I can’t, my dick is freezing.” 

“Oh you poor babe.”

“Maybe we should snuggle up to get warmer.” 

“Yeah, Azriel is close to you.”

“Don’t even think about it Cassian.” I hear right before I five into the water again. 

The merpeople blood in my veins singing with every impulse I took underwater. There was a whole other world under there, the deeper I got the more the small fishes felt brave to swim around me. It was quiet here, underwater, no air to fill my lungs, no thoughts to fill my mind. No shadowsinger to bother my heart. But I was no mermaid and my lungs eventually did need air. 

“Oh Mother, she's alive.” Came Cassian’s relieved voice.

“We almost thought you would not come up.” Azriel said quietly. I simply shook my shoulders.

“Nothing that can kill me.” “It could.”

“It can’t.” I said coldly. Suddenly too tired for all of this, for all of him His skin was glowing under the stars, but it was Azriel’s eyes that enchanted me even more that night, they were glowing like never before.

“Y/n…” 

“What Cass.”

“You are marvelous.” 

“You look marvelous too, Cass. But remember it’s only the water.” 

“Yeah I know, it’s just…” He got closer then, his shoulder almost brushing mine. His eyes trailed down my body, my wet hair, my hardened nipples, lower to where the water hid the rest of me. And I stared back, to his muscled arms, muscled chest, his wings behind him, the total opposite of my white feathered ones. “Aren’t you cold?” He asked, eyes trained on my wet wings. 

“I told you, I can endure the cold quite well, General.”  I smirked at him, and a growl sounded from behind me, the water had small waves of movement. I scented Azriel, and as I felt him getting closer I leaned closer to Cassian. “If you would like someone to warm up, maybe give Crescida a visit, Shadowsinger.” 

“She isn’t staying the night.” 

“Of course.” That’s why the bastard was here, fucking prick. “Then I suppose I should leave you two to warm each other up.”

“I don’t want Cassian to warm me up.” He said taking a step toward me, and I started swimming to the edge of the lake. 

“Hey!”

“I’m sure he won’t mind it’s Crescida’s lips you are imagining around your cock instead of his.” I say darkly.

“It is that what you think of me?”

“What? Shadowsinger. That you are impersonal, yes you have made that quite clear.”  I say ready to leave them both behind in the water.

“No.” His voice makes me stop, and I hear Cassian cursing quietly and then his wings flapping. If I looked up I was sure I would see him bare up in the sky. “Do you really think I imagine others when I bedded with you?”

“You mean fucked. Bedded would suggest we were courting.” My tone is meaner than what I intended, but I didn’t care. I was bothered. I was hurt, his lack of decency hurt me. 

“What has gotten into you? I… You seemed quite well with our arrangement.” 

“I was.”

“What changed.”

“Everyone knows!” I lashed out. “Everyone knows Azriel, they’d be stupid not to. And still you indulged her infront of everyone. Of Kallias, of my court. Of Rhys, and your court. How does that make me look, huh?”

“I wasn’t indulging her.” I scoffed then. Leaving the lake behind, and deliciously wet Azriel with it. Using magic to dry myself I was quick to gather my coat, and leave. But he was quick, never leaving things unfinished. 

“Y/n. Rhysand asked me to, I know it is not… ideal. I warned him of it, but still I am loyal to him, my High Lord. I must do as he says, as you do with Kallias.” His voice is honest, and I can’t help but stop my hurried pace.

“I am not asking you to be loyal to me Azriel, you can fuck her if you want. I just would like some respect in front of me. In front of my court. You know I’m not that kind of female, not anymore.” 

“I know, and I apologize.” He takes my hand in his, “If it’s any better I didn’t want to indulge her.” 

“Don’t lie, you know I have eyes. She is pretty.”

“Not prettier than you.” I roll my eyes at him.

“Silver tongued.”

“Oh, but darling you love my silver tongue.”

author's note: smut coming soooooon

#azriel x reader #azriel acotar #cassian #cassian x reader #acotar #acotar series

[rootingforbada]

Crimson Snow: Mistletoe and Memories ❄️

disclaimers: this story contains angst, sad, tension, literally no happy ending feels, drama and it's bada's pov. remember it's a work of fiction, none of this represents what i truly think about bada's/bebe's character or nature! it is meant for fun and entertainment purposes only. also, i'm not a native english speaker and this is my first ever fanfiction so keep that in mind and be nice please. thank you 🩵

Summary: "Old flames, city lights, and buried memories — Bada Lee, against her own wishes, returns to Incheon for Christmas. Amidst the moonlit whispers and the unyielding snowfall, she's compelled to confront a past she believed buried beneath the frost."

WC: 2.1k

"Yes, mom, i'll be there for Christmas," i muttered into the phone, my voice tinged with a hint of disdain.

"This city gives me the creeps," i ponder.

Incheon is like a patchwork of bitter memories; every street corner bears the weight of choices made and opportunities lost. This place represents a chapter of my life I struggle to bury.

Regrets, disappointments—I tried to shove those aside a while ago, or at least attempted to.

Nevertheless, i made a promise to my mother about being there for Christmas. What foolishness it is to commit to something i might not fulfill. Yet, is it too late to reconsider? Can i claim i couldn't secure a flight on time?

Idiot; no turning back now. I wonder how much longer i'll keep evading my past.

"I just wish i don't run into her there," i murmur with a slight tremor in my tone. I knew all too well whom i was talking about.

It's exactly 9 o'clock, my train departs in about 30 minutes. Unfortunately, i'll be in Incheon in a few hours.

"I can't believe you're finally coming back here! I guess i'll have to spend Christmas at your mom's house if that's the case," a sharp, loud feminine voice speaks over the phone; Lusher, a childhood friend.

Lusher has always been with me throughout our high school years and even into adulthood. Despite me moving to Busan a few years ago, we've kept in touch. She always mentions how much she misses me and that i should visit more often, to which i consistently reply, "Maybe someday."

It seems that day has finally come.

"Stop. Don't get too excited; i don't intend to spend much time in this place," I retort, my tone indifferent.

"The entire city already knows you're coming back, Bada."

Briefly, i freeze and fall silent. I only plan to make a short visit to my family, precisely.

"Incheon is wide-ranging; i doubt everyone really knows," I reply, an attempt to reassure myself that my plans won't change.

"Lin knows."

As soon as she counters, i instinctively hang up the phone, my back colliding with the seat of the moving train.

This definitely cannot be happening.

I was praying fervently not to encounter her during my time in Incheon, and i hope it stays that way. Regardless, she wouldn't want to see me after all these years... no, she hates me. I hope she hates me.

It felt like time stood still; i couldn't tell whether i had plunged into a deep sleep during those four hours of travel or if i had ended up in a temporal lapse. I open my eyes, and there's Incheon Station outside the window.

The time has come to face this city once again, with people bustling around, knee-deep in Christmas preparations just hours away.

I step off the train, grab my luggage, and find myself compelled to smile at strangers who somehow recognized me, waving as they passed. Perhaps they did, considering i gained some visibility after opening my dance studio in Busan. Or maybe it's simply because i am notably taller than the average Korean women; either of these reasons would be plausible.

My eyes scan the surroundings, searching for a familiar figure in the crowd. Mom said she would be waiting at the end of the station, my next stop.

"Bada!" Someone yells my name amid that human sea, resembling canned sardines.

My older sister came to greet me, slightly shorter than me, with a delicate and sweet appearance framed by her impeccably cared-for dark brown hair and welcoming smile.

"Haeda!" i respond, happy to see a familiar face, rushing to hug her.

"Mom couldn't come; she's busy with preparations for the dinner later," she shares, helping me with the luggage. "Lots of people are excited to see you, little sister! We're glad you've come back."

"I haven't come back; i'm just joining you for this Christmas season," I respond seriously, making it clear my stay won't extend beyond Christmas.

"You've always been a bit grumpy, haven't you?" she laughs, teasingly.

Finally out of the station, we settle into a taxi. During the ride, we chat casually and laugh about things that happened during our time apart. I'm trying to have some fun as much as possible.

"So, how's your love life?" she asks, innocently.

Oh, crap.

"I don't really want to get into that," i reply, slightly irritated by the question. The fun and nice atmosphere that surrounded us moments ago seems to have abruptly evaporated.

"Seems like you still think about Lin," she murmurs softly to herself, sighing calmly, yet i hear her loud and clear.

I arch my eyebrows, surprised and bothered by Haeda's comment. I plan to stay silent, but i can't resist.

"Why do you always bring her into everything? It's been years since we last spoke; she was just a kid. Now, forget about it," i assert firmly aiming to put an end to the subject once and for all. The silence in the taxi becomes deafening.

Not even five minutes pass, and i ask the taxi make an unscheduled stop.

"Aren't you going home?" my sister inquires, confused.

"I promised to have lunch with Lusher; there's a café around here," i reply, still maintaining a slight arrogance in my voice.

"I'll drop your bags off at home then," she understands, nodding.

I step out of the vehicle and grab my phone, immediately calling Lusher, asking her to meet me where i am. She agrees without a second thought.

A short time passes, and i spot a girl of average height, black hair, always smiling, with a high-pitched voice that stands out in the crowd. She runs towards me as soon as she sees me.

"Is that really you, Bada? It's been ages since i saw you. Have you grown even more?" Lusher enthusiastically hugs me, talking without even taking a breath.

"Looks like you're still talkative... and no, of course, i haven't grown more. I'm already 26. Now I'm just going to shrink," i reciprocate her warm hug as we head to the café.

"Tell me, how's Busan? How's your studio doing? I want the whole scoop!"

"We don't have time for me to give you the full rundown. Overall, the city is comfy, and the studio is doing well," i say, a bit curt; i'm not one to drag out my words.

"That's it? Nothing interesting happening?" she says in a frustrated sigh, still curious about my life.

"I know where you're going with this, miss Lusher, but i'm not commenting on that. I'm kind of fed up with this topic," i respond, making my exasperation clear.

We lapsed into silence for a few minutes until someone finally spoke up; she seemed nervous.

"Listen, i messaged Lin yesterday." She pauses, intending to continue talking.

Lin, Lin, Lin—I'm tired of hearing that name.

"She seems to want to talk to you," Lusher finishes, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Unfortunate. I've already stated that I'm only here for Christmas with my family," i halt, clenching my fists, wanting to say more but finding myself unable.

"Bada, you know she was deeply hurt after you left." Lusher attempts to ease the situation. "After all, you left without telling anyone, not even me."

"I didn't have to tell anyone. I've said that before; new opportunities arose, and that's what happened. Am I to blame for considering my future?" I say, feeling a slight warmth in my body due to the anger this topic brings up

"There's no issue with you wanting to pursue your dreams; the problem was leaving her in the dark out of nowhere. I think you should talk."

"Lusher, i've had enough. I don't owe her any explanations, it's over. I've paved my own way, and she's chosen hers, end of story." Rising abruptly, i toss money on the table for Lusher to settle the bill and i make a swift exit.

I sense Lusher's gaze on me, even though i haven't cast a glance back after leaving the place.

This is why i hate this city—the people, the environment, everything reminds me of her. I despise it; I despise being so coward and weak, unable to endure an environment where her name lingers. Tears stream down my face as i silently reassure myself, "The past is the past; it'll be fine."

It won't be fine.

For quite a while, i just roam around the city, immersed in the festive Christmas decorations and the chilly yet pleasant atmosphere. Families stroll along snow-covered roads, little cafes are buzzling with events, and everyone radiates happiness, caught up in the joy of being together—while i meander alone. I'm the odd one out here.

The city lights gradually begin to flicker on, signaling the encroaching darkness. It's time to head home for the Christmas Eve feast, but before that, i need something to ease my stress.

I head to a nearby convenience store, searching for a pack of cigarettes. I randomly choose any available brand, pay, and head towards a secluded alley.

Turns out, i'm not the only one there; a woman next to me doing the same, and i can't quite see her face. I shake my pockets, searching for my lighter.

"Fuck..." i mutter softly as i lean against the wall, frustrated.

Suddenly, i notice something fall to the ground, accompanied by words.

"Pick it up," the woman, slightly mysterious but oddly familiar, says, tossing the lighter onto the snow-covered ground.

I quickly bend down to grab it. "Thanks," I express promptly, attempting to say something more. "Do you come here often?"

"Sometimes, only when i think about my ex." She pulls the cigarette calmly, allowing the smoke to envelop her face in a thin mist. An ephemeral cloud of smoke slowly wafts around me.

"We're in the same boat," i muse, giving a little laugh at her comment. "Does your ex smoke?"

"Since I've known her. She was always cautious so i wouldn't end up like her; nevertheless, here i am," she narrates with a tense tone.

"You shouldn't smoke; judging by your voice, you've quit for a long time. You should stop while you still can," i suggest while lighting my cigarette with the borrowed lighter.

"Look who wants to give me a moral lecture," she laughs, mocking. The whole situation is ironic.

"Pfft, you don't even know me; you probably think i'm a hypocritical smoker," i admit, in a casual tone.

"Definitely."

"Maybe i really am, but I still have feelings!" I laugh, playfully.

She seems serious now, and we stay silent for a few seconds.

"Have you ever thought about your ex's feelings when you two broke up?" she inquires, finishing her last drag before dropping the cigarette on the ground and crushing it under her foot.

I remain motionless, confused, and unsure of how to respond.

"I'm just messing with you; after all, i don't even know you." She lets out a nervous laugh before completely disappearing into the darkness of that dimly lit alley.

"I'm home," i announce, slipping off my shoes and opening the door.

My mother greets me with a smile as she sets the dining table with the help of my father and sister.

"You're here! It's so good to see you, dear," my mother smiles warmly and hugs me. The scent of kimchi fills the air; she must have been cooking for a long time.

"What's that smell of smoke..." She makes a disgusted face, and i quickly plan an excuse.

"There were some delinquents smoking in the streets; the smell must have clung to me," i say cautiously.

"Looks delicious," i observe the meal on the table after greeting everyone present, trying to change subjects. Despite my reservations about Incheon and the memories this city brings, i feel welcomed and relieved with my family by my side.

"Let's eat!" My father exclaims, excitedly, sitting down and preparing to enjoy the eagerly anticipated tteokguk, a unique skill of my mother.

A few minutes were left for the long-awaited December 25th, and the countdown unfolded gradually.

"I'm eager to know what you brought for us from Busan, little sister!"

"Did i have to bring a present?" I laugh ironically, joking. "Just kidding, i'm sure you guys will like it!"

1 minute to the 25th.

"Wow, i can already hear the neighbors starting the countdown," my sweet and dear mother says.

A sound echoes at the door.

"Knock, knock."

30 seconds to the 25th.

"Oh, let me get that!" I quickly get up from my seat and head to the door.

10 seconds to the 25th.

I grab the keys and swiftly unlock the door, while my family had already started the countdown.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

I can't believe who is on the other side of the door.

"Lin?"

"Merry Christmas!" the whole family celebrates in unison as i stand there, paralyzed, looking at my former love standing right in front of me.

aaand we're done! i don't know if i should make it a series or not since i'm the lazy type but lmk! also tysm for @/kiyaedits for the dividers. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did, thank you for reading. ❄️

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #angst #light angst #swf2 x reader #swf2 #bada lee swf2 #bada x oc #bada x reader #sw fic #bada lee au #bada lee fanfic

[loveephia]

1st kiss w kuroo please 🥺🫶

:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! your first kiss with kuroo tetsurō . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . suna ver. | kenma ver.

+ sakusa ver.

a/n: bro, this is long overdue. 😞 I AM SO SORRY AS TO HOW LATE THIS IS BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PIECE. ENJOY READING USER KUROO1FAN :D!!

⚠ warning/s: none.

- you actually kissed him first.

- insert dramatic gasp from crowd.

- even though kuroo is suave and flirty, and he badly wanted to be first?! yes.

- listen, he had a whole date planned where he was planning to show his utmost charming self to you. first, a little trip to a famous italian restaurant. then, a stroll in the nearby park. and finally, a slow dance under the moonlit sky.

- it was going to be ROMANTIC.

- so, here kuroo is, dragging kenma to his personal affairs. "which one looks better on me, the black one or the white one?"

- "neither." kenma states, "please let me go. i have a family."

- "you're not even helping me!"

- kenma heaves a sigh. "y/n likes a bouquet of daffodils, not roses. she once told me she prefers you in a red button-up. she also mentioned that her favorite pasta is japanese-style carbonara."

- "good! problem solved." kuroo tosses kenma his gameboy back, and the setter catches it with ease.

- later on, in the actual date, kuroo is waiting for you at the agreed spot. when you finally arrive, kuroo's eyes are literally glued onto you.

- "tetsu, hi!"

- "hey," kuroo is already so charmed, "i got this for you." he hands you the bouquet of daffodils. your heart melts. "tetsu.. you didn't have to." you try to hide your smile with the given bouquet.

- "so.. where to first?" you ask, linking your arm with his (to the dismay of many girls eyeing him).

- "remember that italian restaurant i told you about?" you nod, "we'll be eating there."

- once you guys arrive, chaos ensues. there's a crying baby near your table (which happened to be the only one vacant), and it would not quiet down. it would interrupt you two's conversation every now and then, so you both settled on some fast food instead.

- next, was the stroll in the park, which happened to be closed off due to a primary school's field trip.

- and finally, it came night time. this slow dance kuroo had been trying to initiate wasn't possible since the usual jazz band didn't play on saturdays.

- kuroo is so gloomy because the entire date he planned, didn't go the way he wanted to at all.

- so now, you and kuroo were walking around the mall, and you passed by an arcade. "tetsu, do you think we can go in there?"

- "yeah, okay." he's got nothing else to lose.

- as you two look around, you spot a plush of a black cat, and your eyes sparkle. you insert the coins needed and try to get it, but sadly, like every claw game, the plush falls.

- you pout, feeling defeated. "nevermind, let's go home."

- "hold on, let me try." kuroo is not letting you go home with that sad yet adorable look on your face.

- thanks to kenma, kuroo remembers that you have to tap the button twice for it to actually grip onto the plush properly. so with ease, he was able to win the black cat you wanted!

- "waaah! tetsurō, i'm so happy!" you childishly jump around with the plush now in your arms.

- "it's nothing, babe—" you pulled kuroo down for a kiss.

- the soft plush of your lips against his made his brain go absolutely haywire. he literally couldn't process what was happening until you pulled away.

- you're twirling the plush around, still cheering, while kuroo stands there in a daze.

- today might not have been what he expected, but all's well that ends well!

© lowercase intended | loveephia

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq x y/n #hq #haikyū!! #haikyuu anime #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu #hq kuroo #kuroo headcanons #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo tetsuro headcanons #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro hcs #kuroo tetsuro haikyuu #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo tetsuro fluff

[ynyaan]

𝙎𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 ༄ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ♕

𝘾𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚-𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧| 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 / 𝙂𝙣!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: You are at an awful party before meeting Loki on a balcony. You both share a conversation of tension and the smoke of cigarette. "I desire to learn as to why your voice is etched into the walls of my mind.”

.ᐟ 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 / 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙨

You were invited to a fancy dinner gathering. Granted, the night will be filled with disapproving stares and senseless rats that gossip and dance. The party is to be filled with discussions of wealth and flaunts of businesses.

You’ve decided to wear something strong and bold to the eye. A dress, a garment gracefully descending to caress the midpoint of your thigh. Something distinct, the design laced with small bits of shining gems. The color green, the color of money.

“Oh, come on now, let's us not be blinded by the truth! You ARE a child of wedlock!”

Laughter. Moronic rich people who have nothing to do but bring people down to get where they want to be. They provoke emotions to ruin reputations, a plan consisting of their followers, followers that have the task of laughing along brainlessly, like backup performers in a circus.

“Atleast I need not to suck my father's cock just to please him.” You spat, earning frowns and gasps around your crowd.

You were not born out of wealth like these people, but you worked hard and climbed the ranks to get where you are now. These people ridicule you to no end because they cannot fathom the fact you worked hard for something only they should have the privilege of.

You turn to your heel, but before walking away, “Oh daddy, will you give me more money if I take your length?” You hissed, enunciating each word with a baby-like voice, earning once more, faces filled with anger to the specific affluent.

You walk away, ignoring the whispers that grew loudly from the scene you've caused. You turn to find an escape, a window, a balcony.

Perfect. You sighed whilst entering the balcony that finally smelled like fresh air instead of fake money. You walked till you reached the edge of the balcony, smelling the cold air and enjoying the moonlit night.

You whip out a cigarette from your dress's pocket; you usually only smoke when you are pissed or generally just done with everything.

You bring it up to your mouth before realizing you left your lighter inside your bag. “Damn.” You whisper, biting your lip before hearing a soft chuckle, deep and low.

You turn your head and see a man dressed in a suit of green, hair slicked back, and smoke puffed out of his lips. He looks at you, his green eyes shining into yours, it was unreadable but his gaze felt dangerous.

“Your dress is charming.” He comments.

“Yes, well, it's wasted to the rats here.” You respond, not caring if this man could be one of them moronic people. He takes a single step closer to you.

“My name is Loki. Loki of Asgard.” Asgard? It must be a country you don't know of. “My father makes me come to these dull events for social 'interactions'." He continues.

“I assume you cheat out of it every time, simply by going here?” You guessed, seeing as he looked pleased here on the balcony.

He simply smirked in response. “I go by the name (y/n).” You say, deciding to share your name as a courtesy.

“Ah yes, so I've heard.” Silence surrounds you both, not wanting to question what he meant by that. You were frequently talked about, though it was more like being gossiped on.

You were getting quietly uncomfortable with the silence. You had nothing to do with your hands except hold your unlit cigarette.

Out of habit, you bring your cigar up to your mouth. The man beside you suddenly inches closer. He puts his free arm around and touches the other end of the balcony, locking you in without touching you.

He leans closer, faces inches apart. He then positions his cigarette with the one in your hand and shares the fire with you. Once it was lit, you bring it up to your lips and puff the smoke out, relieved you finally got to smoke.

“Thank you.” You say, suddenly feeling his arm move to your waist. You look at him with a questioning eyebrow. He moves his face away slightly. “Hmm?” You hummed.

“I must say I've heard stories about you. Fascinating that it leaves me wondering..” He cuts his sentence off and inhales his cigarette.

He takes his hand off your waist and takes your chin instead, tilting it slightly up. You smirked, opening your mouth ever so slightly, and Loki proceeded to blow the puff of smoke inside.

You inhale it, blowing it out of your nose simultaneously. “I wonder, what is under that false display of yours.” He finishes.

He releases his hold on you, moving his hands to the side of your neck. You feel him brush against your ear. “I want to open your soul." He confesses, whispering his words like a prayer.

"I desire to learn as to why your voice is etched into the walls of my mind.”

You stood there, frozen in place. You decided to puff another smoke, exhaling it out on his neck as his face was still beside your ear. “My my, you're one interested man, aren't you?” You teased.

He chuckles softly before standing up straight. He swiftly takes something out of his pocket. “Here, call me whenever you need me.”

"Let's talk soon." He hands you a card, which you quickly take. He turns on his heel, and just like that, your smoking partner was gone.

“How amusing.”

𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙: Star (@_ynyaan) ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥

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[554ever]

Can you imagine Charlos but Little Mermaid!AU? With Carlos as a merman and Charles as a prince?

(English is not my first language, so I use Google Translate. Please forgive if there are any mistakes.)

Once upon a time in the shimmering depths of the ocean, there lived a merman named Carlos. Unlike the other merfolk who frolicked in the coral reefs and danced among the seaweed, Carlos had always been fascinated by the world above the waves. His curiosity often led him to explore the shipwrecks and gaze longingly at the surface, where the sun cast its golden rays.

One day, as Carlos swam near the surface, he spotted a magnificent ship gliding through the water above him. On the deck stood a handsome prince named Charles, who was celebrating his birthday with a grand sailing adventure. Carlos was instantly captivated by the prince's charm and grace.

(This is where the plot is different from the original.)

In the moonlit night, Prince Charles stood on the deck of his grand ship, his birthday celebration having turned into a jubilant affair. Champagne flowed freely, laughter filled the air, and Charles found himself indulging a bit too much in the revelry. As the night wore on, the prince, now slightly intoxicated, stumbled to the edge of the ship, drawn by the soothing lull of the ocean waves.

As he peered over the railing, his bleary eyes caught sight of something extraordinary—a figure gliding gracefully through the water below. Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, Charles realized he was staring at a merman, his red scales shimmering in the moonlight.

"Who are you?"

Charles called out, his voice slurred with drink.

(In this part I want to make a version that Carlos doesn't understand human language too, but I have another idea so maybe next time)

"I am Carlos"

He replied with a warm voice.

"And who might you be, up here so late at night eh?"

Chuckling, Charles leaned over the railing, his balance precarious.

"I am Prince Charles"

He declared proudly, though his words were somewhat muddled.

"It's my birthday, you see. And I seem to have had a bit too much to drink."

Carlos smiled knowingly.

"Birthdays surely can do that". He said sympathetically. "But perhaps it's time for you to return to your chambers and rest."

But Charles was captivated by the merman's presence.

"Wait," he slurred, reaching out a hand. "Let's talk some more. Will you come back tomorrow?"

Carlos hesitated, his heart touched by the prince's earnest request.

"I will."

(And yes, you guys might guess it right, cuz Charles is so drunk that he forgot completely about the date, and about Carlos too.)

(Should I continue? Should there be a long wait that causes Carlos to hate Charles and we'll have a little revenge? or...?)

#charlos #little mermaid #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #bottom!carlos

[karasukakikomi]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Reiji Sakamaki, Female Reader (Reiji as Demon King AU) (Vampire Hunter AU) 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲/𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: nsfw. 18+ only.  𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁:  4.7k 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: (If you are not comfortable with these themes please do not read.)  Vampire Hunter AU, drugging, use of a knife, degradation, threatening, begging, Master/Slave dynamic, use of “Master”, use of the name “Pet”, vaginal sex, fingering, Dubcon, slight mentions of blood 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: I had this idea for a vampire hunter AU for a while now and I had a lot of fun writing this one!

Nervously your hands pulled at the sheer fabric of the crimson dress adorning your body. You did not belong here. You thought. Yet no one was any wiser to the human presence. The pheromones you had sprayed yourself with, like a spritz of expensive perfume, had them all fooled. You were sure that He would be fooled as well.  The ballroom swirled with waltzing couples. The floor was painted with the swaying of expensive fabrics of ball gowns. The deep red of your gown certainly stood out. But that is exactly what you planned for. Your eyes met a magenta gaze from across the sprawling room. 

The Demon King.

Reiji Sakamaki. 

You swallowed nervously, hand feeling for the silver blade you brandished at your thigh. It remained concealed by the thickened layers of your gown. You would be needing it tonight. No matter the cost… you would succeed. For your family, you thought. For the Church. You would succeed. 

The King will fall tonight.

 And just as you had planned, he approached. Like a pawn in a game of chess he was destined to lose. 

“What is a lovely lady such as yourself doing without a dance partner?” A deep, velvety voice mused. 

You clutched the sides of your gown before gracefully lowering yourself into a curtsey. 

“Your majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you,” you responded, the words that dripped from your tongue making you sick. 

It was most certainly not a pleasure to meet him. He was hardly a king, much more of a corrupt demon. A corrupt demon who would meet his end tonight. You were sure of it. But for the sake of your plan, you must play the part. To play the part of the perfect lady. Seductive, yet sweetly innocent, to lure the King right into your trap. And when the curtain falls, he will be King no more. Just a memory. A disease rid from poisoned lands.  

“Would you care for a dance?” The King asked, holding his gloved hand out to you, kindness painting his sharp features. 

You could think of nothing better. He was playing right into your hands. It was almost too easy. 

“Yes, your Majesty. I would be honored to,” you answered him sweetly, placing your own hand into his larger one. 

He led you into the sea of couples, who danced in unison to the melody of violins. It looked to be reminiscent of a renaissance painting. Every vampire around you, a painting of sheer perfection. The King himself was no exception, his ruby eyes perfectly suiting his pale complexion. The locks of dark purple hair which framed his face painted him as an angel. But you knew much better. You waltzed with The King. Perfectly following the three count beat in unison. All around you, curious eyes followed. Locked onto your graceful movements. It was as if at that moment, this masquerade was dedicated to you. But you knew the grim truth. This was not a dance of shared passion. It was a dance of death. A carefully plotted game. 

Reiji gracefully secured you into a dip, arm lacing around your back ever so gently. He pressed his lips against your neck, then upwards. Until his lips interlocked with your own. It looked to be a tender moment between lovers, shared at a moonlit ball. A scene straight from a fairytale. 

But you knew better.

And as the clock struck midnight. You reached under the many layers of crimson fabric adorning your body. Your fingers searched for a familiar silver handle.

Nothing.

The dagger at your thigh was no longer there. 

Panic filled your now widened eyes. Something sweet slipped into your parted lips. A thin, watery liquid. You tried to pull away. But he kept a hand firmly around your back, forcing the kiss to deepen. You were forced to swallow the strange liquid which seeped into your mouth. 

Suddenly the room grew hazy. The dancing of couples surrounding you turned into one swirling mass of color. The moon beaming through the arching of glass windows grew into a single beacon of silver light. The clock chimed once more, and you fell weightlessly into the arms of The King. 

-----

Reiji watched your sleeping form sprawled on a king sized bed. He observed the way your chest rose and fell slowly under the intricate lace of your ballgown. Your wrists were bound with a silken material. Delicate yet strong enough to impede your struggling if you so chose to. You were almost beautiful with your wrists bound above your head like that, he thought. Almost. 

Growing tired of pointless waiting, a sharp smack echoed throughout the dimly lit bed chamber. Reiji’s gloveless hand made contact with your soft cheek. You jolted awake, gasping for breath. 

“I was going to begin once you had awoken, but it seems I lost my patience,” Reiji spoke, bitterness evident in his words. 

You quickly began to survey your surroundings. A large, high ceilinged bedroom. Decorated pristinely, most likely for a guest. You noted your wrists bound above you, secured firmly to a gold polished bed frame. You squirmed, testing the silk materials strength. A sharpened silver object under your chin stopped your futile movements. Reiji held the dagger under your chin, leveraging your head until your fearful gaze locked onto his own. The very dagger you had attempted to take his life with was firmly held your head up, its sharpened point threatening to pierce into your throat. 

“Would you like to explain to me what this is? By that fearful expression I believe you know very well what I’m holding,” He spoke slowly, his grip on the silvered handle never once wavering. 

You wordlessly gazed into his magenta eyes. They were darkened, completely unreadable. You were sure he was seething with anger. Would this be the last day you would live? Whatever fate the King had crafted for you was not going to be a pleasant demise. How would the Church react? When would they find out that their very best was slaughtered by The Demon King himself?

“Not going to answer?” The King inquired. “Very well, I don’t mind slitting your throat open right now. In fact, it would bring me great pleasure.” 

The dangerous point pressed into the thin layer of skin protecting your throat. It burned as a bead of crimson liquid painted the silver tip of the blade. 

“Wait!” You gasped out in sudden pain.

His movement ceased. The blade now pressing dangerously close into your skin but not leaving another mark.

“So she is ready to speak,” Reiji commented. 

“I-it’s a dagger…” You began. 

“And what were you planning with such a dainty little dagger, hmmm?” He inquired. 

“I-I was planning on killing you…” You choked out with fear. 

Uncertainty painted your features. You did not know what he was planning on doing, or how much longer you even had to live. 

“Planning to kill me with such a pathetic excuse for a weapon? Did you truly think you could just walk in and I would gladly hand you my life? I suppose I couldn’t expect more from a glorified altar girl.” The King remarked. 

“Al-Altar girl? How did you kn-” You began with deepening confusion. 

“Do you believe you were the only one to have made an attempt on my life? There have been very many. Just none as foolish as you.” Reiji responded.

“Even if y-you kill me now… The Church will come looking. They will hunt you down. And even if I can’t kill you, they will.” Your voice shook. 

Your confidence had long worn off, just like the pheromones sprayed onto your skin. It had tricked the other vampire inhabitants, but you were sure that Reiji had known all along. You had played into his hands. And it could not have been easier for him. 

“Then I will gladly welcome them. With the same fate as all of the others.” He stated in response. 

“You underestimate them. They will have your head. My death will only be the beginning,” You spat. 

“If I underestimate them so greatly… Then why don’t I allow you to show me your skill, hmmm? You are the best hunter they have to offer, are you not?” He taunted before placing the dagger on the velvety duvet. 

Suddenly, the bindings around your wrists loosened. You hastily pulled them free from the knotted loops. Your hand grasped at the cold handle of the dagger. Shakily at first, you arose to your feet. The dark material of your gown swayed as you stepped towards the man. He towered over you still. The harsh metal of the hilt shook in your nervous hold. 

If you were fast enough… you could run. Out of the door, all the way home. But you were sure that the door was locked. And there was no guarantee that you would ever be able to run fast enough. Decisions bogged your fragile mind. But as a member of the church… as a vampire hunter, you knew that none of your fellow followers ran from their fight. Even the ones who fell before the King. If you would die by him either way, you would rather it be like this. Because at least this way, your death would not be a dishonor. 

You padded towards him, now barren feet on the polished hardwood surface of the floors. He stood still. An amused smirk painted on his features. Eyes clearly entertained from behind silver spectacles. Your hand shook, you willed your body to stand taller. You would not show him any more fear. You would not be weak. 

“Well… Are you going to continue shaking like a pitiful lamb or are you going to show me why exactly I should be afraid of the Church? Since you wanted to kill me so very badly, now you have your opportunity, Dear.” Reiji mocked. 

His very presence caused your stomach to churn. His ego, his air of confidence, everything about him made you utterly sick. You longed to bury your blade deep into his heart. And to watch as the light faded from his eyes. 

“What unladylike thoughts you have, Dear. Maybe instead of a hunter, the Church sent me a little sacrifice instead… A pathetic, weak little thing like yourself could never even dream of killing someone like me,” He chuckled, tone still dripping with insult.

Anger flooded every sense in your body. It boiled with a ferocity you had never felt before. It clawed at your nerves, begging you to take action.

You obliged.

Surging forward, you aimed the blade to his heart, fueled by burning hatred. 

But instead of the soft squelch of flesh being plunged into, you felt nothing. 

A moment of sheer tranquility. Stillness. Before you were thrown backwards with unimaginable force. Such a force you had never felt before. Your back collided with a wall. The dagger, flung from your hands, skidding to an unknown portion of the room. 

The breath was sucked from your very lungs. You gasped harshly as your body thudded onto the flooring beneath you. Every muscle burned. Your bones felt fragile, as if they were about to snap at any moment. You coughed in desperation, struggling to bring air to your aching lungs. 

Through your haze you could hear a dark chuckle. Mocking in tone, almost inhuman. Reiji strode carelessly past your struggling body on the floor. He walked to one of the arching windows of the room and began to pour himself a strange dark liquid from a pot. One you could only guess was tea. He swirled the dark liquid in the porcelain tea cup before taking a deliberate sip, eyes still locked to your weakened state on the floor. He sat himself atop a plush armchair, one of the few that decorated the sprawling room. 

“Crawl,” He demanded, taking another slow sip from his cup.

“W-what?” You choked, still gasping for precious air. 

“Crawl. To. Me.” He ordered once more.

Your head blurred with confusion. Why did he want you to do this? It was pointless if he was only going to kill you in the end. But wordlessly you obliged his ridiculous request. You could not bear another impact like the one he had bestowed upon you. On your hands and knees, you crawled. Making your way to his sitting form. Your muscles begging for pause, but you did not listen. Only continuing your slow crawl to where The King sat. You paused at his feet. Taking a kneeling position you raised your head. Hoping to meet satisfied eyes. 

But instead a force shoved your head to the ground. It was his shoe. Firmly planted against your skull, now pressed harshly against the cold hardwood floor. You gasped in pain.

“Have you learned any manners? It is incredibly disrespectful to make eye contact so expectantly with those who are higher than you.” Reiji stated matter of factly. “I would’ve thought that manners would be at least one thing a pathetic woman like yourself was capable of. But I suppose not.”

The bottom of his shoe applied further pressure before removing itself from your head entirely. You heard the sound of liquid spilling onto the floor. You searched for its source, spotting a familiar darkened liquid pooling in front of you. 

“How careless of me,” Reiji spoke, “Because of your incontinence I spilled some of my precious tea.” 

You stared wordlessly at the tea that puddled onto the wooden floor.

“Are you going to stare at it? Or will you begin asking me for forgiveness?” He questioned you.

“F-forgiveness,” you quietly answered him, eyes remaining glued to the floor. 

“A very wise decision,” Reiji noted. “Well then, clean it up.” 

You glanced around the room, not spotting a rag or any sort of material to wipe the spilled tea with. 

“But… There is no rag or anything to wi-” you began.

“Then use your tongue.” He stated.

“M-my tongue?” you asked, voice heavy with shock.

“Yes. Is there a problem with that?” Reiji asked.

“No there isn’t.” you replied complacent.

You lowered your body to the floor, tongue pressing against the floor as you felt the spilled tea against it. It had long been cooled by the floor. It tasted strong, yet slightly sweetened. A bold flavor enhanced by floral notes. It pooled onto your tongue as you lapped at the liquid. 

“Perhaps I found another use for that filthy little mouth of yours, Pet.” He spat out the humiliating nickname to you. 

You continued to rid the floor of the spillage until no more remained. You raised yourself back to a kneeling position, keeping your head lowered. You had no desire to look him in the eyes if given the choice anyways. You did not wish to see the satisfaction painted on his features from your humiliation. 

“Now then. What to do with you.” The King pondered.

“A-are you going to kill me now?” Your voice shook in fear. 

“Oh Dear, do you want me to?” He asked amusedly.

“A-Anything is better than being humiliated like this!” you sniffled. 

“So you do wish for death then. While I’m at it, why don’t I just destroy your precious little Church as well.” Reiji responded.

“No! Do-don’t do that!” You begged.

“And why not? You wouldn’t be alive to see the Church in flames would you? Or hear the pathetic screams of your little sister, or that bastard you call a father?” He retorted.

“H-How did you know I had a sister,” you asked in confusion.

“You underestimate my knowledge, Pet. Oh how I will have such great fun destroying every last chapel that bears allegiance to those pesky little hunters.” He resounded, deep voice echoing from the walls. 

“No! Please! Don’t hurt them!” You cried out. 

“Say it again,” He commanded.

“Please… Please don’t kill them, or hurt them. I-I’m sorry for what I did but please don’t do anything to them.” you said tears now escaping your pleading eyes. They rolled down your cheeks. 

You could not bear even the thought of your father, sister, or any member of your Church being brutally tortured by this vile demon.

“Your begging is the only good thing to come out of that mouth all night,” Reiji commented.

He was sick. Evil. Twisted. You did not want to face this shame yet you could not put your very family at risk. They meant too much to you. They loved you. You could not subject them to such a dark fate. 

“And what would you do to keep them safe, Pet?” He asked you, tearing you away from your desperate thoughts.

“I would do anything!” you pleaded. 

“Anything?” He asked.

“Y-yes! Anything and everything!” Tears pooled from your eyes.

“Think about what you are offering me, Pet. Is a few mortal lives truly worth an eternity of suffering?” The King raised yet another question.

“Yes it.. It is. I just don’t want them to get hurt,” you continued to plead. 

“Very well.” Reiji said. “On your feet, mortal.”

You obediently rose to your feet, shakily. Your gown, now stained with tea, clung to your scared body. 

“Unzip your dress.” He ordered.

“W-what?” you asked hesitantly. 

“Do not make me repeat myself.” Rigidity stiffened his deep voice.

You reached to the back of your dress. Fiddling for the cold dainty zipper until your fingers clasped at it. You shakily pulled it down, feeling the dress slide down your body and pool at your feet. Dark crimson on the floor, the color of spilled blood. Yet thankfully the floor remained barren of your blood. The dress on the floor, a reminder of your life, balancing in the hands of a sadistic king. 

He continued to stare expectantly. And so you began to remove the undergarments you wore under your gown. With your bra unclasped, garters unclipped, and panties discarded, you now stood before The King. Completely and utterly exposed. You felt the need to cover your nude body from his gaze. But you knew he would not allow such an action. You awaited his next order, shame flooding your emotions. 

“Now… I want you on that bed, hands and knees. Present yourself to me, Pet.” Reiji instructed, his current emotions remained unreadable to you. 

You nodded your head and carefully made your way to the bed in which you had awoken on. Climbing onto the soft mattress, the bed frame creaked slightly in protest. You lowered your front, ass now in the air, presented fully to him. You were ashamed. Humiliated. With your face hidden against the soft, velvety sheets you were glad he could not see the burning embarrassment plastered to your face. However, he was most likely more than aware of your shame. He enjoyed it.

You heard the floorboards creak as he walked to the front of the bed. You were thankful for the covers burying your face. You did not want to see his reaction. You knew he was enjoying every second of this sick humiliation. 

Without warning, Reiji brought his large hand to your core, cupping it gently.

“N..no!” you whined. You attempted to pull yourself away but he kept his hand firmly against your heat. “P-please not that.”

“Humans are pathetic little creatures.” He said. “They say things with such ease… and then change their minds immediately after. Truly such fickle creatures.”

You felt the weight of another body on your backside. You whimpered. 

Was this truly worth their safety? A promise you did not know if he would even fulfill. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something long, and hard pressing against your clothed cunt. He was getting off on your humiliated state. You heard the movement of material behind you. You did not wish to look, you couldn’t. 

“Now remember, Pet. You asked for this,” He spoke, voice now much closer to you. “You begged me for this.”

“N-no! I didn’t ask- I mean I… I didn’t think-” you sobbed, tears soaking the reddish sheets of the bed that your face pressed against. 

“No. No you didn’t think, did you?” He mocked. “As much as you do so deserve it, I do not wish to tear you in half, though quite an appealing thought. I shall offer you some assistance. Take it with pride, I do not have to offer such a kindness to someone as pathetic as you.”

You were confused at his words until you felt a single digit being pushed into your cunt. You whined against the sheets, hands twisting in the material dampened from your tears. He slid his lengthy finger in and out of your cunt, pushing further each time. You stifled your whines, not wanting to give this monster the satisfaction of hearing you. He added a second finger. Stretching you slightly around his digits. His thumb pressed against your clit. Circling the bundle of nerves with precision. Still you held your whimpers, you did not want to show him even the slightest ounce of your pleasure. You were disgusted at the fact that you were enjoying this.

He increased his pace, pushing his fingers faster in and out of your slickened folds. 

“Don’t stifle your noises. No one can hear you. And even if they could, who do you think would help you, hmm?” Reiji said.

“No-no one,” you choked out.

“Exactly,” He chuckled. “No one would help such a pathetic little Pet. You should be honored that I’ve found another use for you.” 

He quickened his actions further. You could feel your orgasm building deep within your core. A tightening feeling, taking over every last rational thought your brain had left to offer. 

“Would you like to know what your new purpose is, Pet?” He asked you.

You whined in response, sparks of pleasure shooting from your dampened core. The unbearable sound of squelching filled the space around you. 

“Your new purpose is to be my little slave. To serve your new God.” He laughed deeply.

“I-I’m not your slave!” you cried out.

“Then why are you so close then? Such a desperate little whore.” He degraded.

A small moan escaped from your lips. You didn’t want this. You didn’t. But as the pleasure became so unbearable you became unsure. You felt yourself clench down on Reiji’s slender fingers. Your orgasm overtook your shaking body, ripples of pleasure coursed through you. You cried out from the aching pleasure. 

His fingers were then replaced by something much larger. Your eyes widened with shock as he began to push his hardened tip against your entrance. You buried your face further into the bedding, stifling a sharp scream from your lungs. He pushed himself further into you. The stretch was unbearable. Even with his preparation you felt as if you were going to split in half around the girth of his cock. Through desperate pleas, Reiji’s actions did not falter. He pushed himself further and further until you were sure that you couldn’t take any more. When his pubic bone pressed against the soft flesh of your ass, you knew that he had fully bottomed out within you. 

He began slowly, experimentally thrusting into your tight heat. You cried out, balling your fists into the sheets once more. You felt as if you would never get used to his size. There would never be enough time to adjust to his size. You could only pray that it would be over soon. That this would all end. 

You couldn’t help but tense as his thrusts grew in strength. You could feel every inch, every ridge of his cock as he slid himself in and out of your throbbing cunt. His head dragged against your g-spot making you buck your hips back against him. You did not want this to feel as good as it did. But you couldn’t resist as the searing pain from being stretched to your very limit began to turn to sheer ecstasy. 

Reiji could just devour you whole, listening to your begging whines and pleads as your cunt swallowed his cock deliciously. He let out his own unashamed grunt at the sight of your little hole stretched around him. He watched as he continued to sink himself in and out of you, over and over again. 

“You belong to me, isn’t that right?” Reiji asked, his question punctuated by sharp thrust.

“Y-yes!” You cried out, voice slightly muffled by the sheets.

A strong hand embedded itself within your hair pulling upwards, forcing your head back.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear that Pet,” He grunted.

“Yes! I belong to you!” You admitted. 

You just wanted this torment to be over, but the way he was reaching even the deepest places within you had you savoring every second. 

“And what am I to you?” He demanded, increasing his pace.

“You’re my M…Master!” You practically shouted. You could feel yourself growing ever closer by the second. The way his length massaged your cunt at every thrust.

“That’s exactly right my little Pet. Just an obedient little fucktoy for her Master,” He praised. “So here’s what’s going to happen… I’m going to use this pathetic little hole whenever I want… And you are going to allow me to do so.”

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room. The lewd sound almost lost as you let out a scream of protest. 

“No! You sai-” Your cries were cut off

“Then say goodbye to your family and Church,” Reiji grunted.

You did not want to endure this another time. Just once was enough. 

He pressed his upper body against your back, never slowing his movements. 

“Those are my terms, Pet. There will be no negotiating. You lost that opportunity the second you decided to use that little dagger on me.” Reiji’s voice whispered against your ear. 

Chills were sent down your spine at his words. You knew you had made an irrefutable error by coming here, made worse by your foolish assisnation plan, but you could not endure an eternity of being owned by Reiji. But for the sake of your loved ones you did not have a choice in this. Your well-being was minuscule compared to their lives. 

“You will either be my little fucktoy for eternity, or I will slaughter all of them and make you watch. Is that clear?” Reiji’s voice was still a harsh whisper in your ear.

“Y-yes Master!” Your words left your throat as a cry. 

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. You felt your walls fluttering around his cock. With a desperate plea you felt yourself reach orgasm, your walls tightened around him. Reiji’s thrusts only increased in intensity as he began to reach his own high. Your aching walls milked his cock as he filled your womb with thick ropes of cum. You felt even fuller than before.

Reiji remained panting above you as he withdrew his softening cock from within you. His seed dripped from your abused hole onto the already sullied sheets below. Your shaking body collapsed, unable to hold yourself on your hands and knees and longer. Tears still leaked from your eyes, your vision was blurry and clouded. 

“I’m very glad we could come to an agreement, Pet.” Reiji mused.

-----

Those were the last words you heard when you awoke again. Except you were not in that room. Nor were you in Eden. 

Instead you lay in your own bed. The sheets pulled snug around your body. You would never mention the price of your family’s lives to them. Nor would this ever be spoken to the Church. They were only relieved that you had returned unscathed. They would remain blissfully unaware of the heavy burden that lay upon your shoulders. 

All you knew for certain was the fear that overtook you in the midnight hours. How your blood ran cold before you tried to close your eyes to go to sleep. Because you knew. You knew when you heard your name echoed in a midnight breeze, that The King had summoned you.

@omlsheen​

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[the-lost-member-of-class-zero]

Super weird and super cute.

Credit to the OC.

#i need this woman #a moonlit dance? yes please! #star gazing is the perfect date night 🌙

[lilithlinen]

Wounds Of The Past - John Wick x You

Requested by: Anon Plot: 7 years ago John Wick left you because of the danger of his work. As years goes by, he regret it after, because one night on doing his mission he saw you saying 'yes' to the proposal of your new partner.

FLASHBACK

7 Years ago, you and John were standing at the edge of Central Park, the autumn leaves dancing around you both. He held your hand tightly, his heart heavy with apprehension. "I can't keep putting you in danger," he told you, trying to hide the pain behind his eyes.  

"Listen, John, I understand what you're going through, and I respect your decision. But I won't let you just walk away and disappear from my life," you pleaded, gripping his hands tighter. "We've been together for so long, and I love you, even if this dangerous lifestyle is part of who you are." You leaned in closer, looking deeply into his eyes, a desperate hope shining through. 

John couldn't help but feel a surge of guilt at the expression of pure love reflected in your eyes. "This isn't easy for me, either" he whispered, pulling you gently against him. "But your safety, our future... it always comes first. This life isn't fair to you." He took a deep breath, trying to find the strength within himself to say the words that would change their lives forever. "It's final and we are not going to negotiate this. Just promise me something, okay?" 

Tears start welling up in your eyes and you look away, "I can't believe you're doing this to me...to us." 

"I'm so sorry," John murmured, feeling the weight of his decision pressing down on him. "This isn't what I wanted for us, but I need to protect you. Promise me, no matter where I am, no matter how far apart we'll be, you'll stay safe. Stay strong." His voice cracked slightly, and he couldn't hold back the emotions anymore. He looked at you, wiping the stray tears from your face with trembling fingers. "Promise me that, please." 

You took a deep breath, wiping your own tears and meeting his gaze. "I promise, John. But I also want you to promise me something," You paused. "I want you to promise me that you'll always remember that you were the one who abandoned me." Your voice cracked at the last word. 

A bitter taste filled John's mouth as he nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I'll never forget," he managed, trying to smile despite the pain piercing his heart. "And I'll make sure to come back to you as soon as I can. Stay safe, okay? Take care of yourself." Your embrace tightened, and you both stood there, holding onto each other, silently wishing for a different reality. 

With a final squeeze of your hand, he turned away, disappearing into the shadows of the night, leaving you standing alone in Central Park 

Present day, seven years later: 

Years went by, and the emptiness John felt grew deeper as countless missions blurred into one another. Then one fateful evening, while engrossed in yet another assignment, he caught sight of you, his ex-partner in an unexpected moment. Blinking back at the sudden flood of memories, he watched as you said 'yes' to another man's proposal. The blow reverberated inside him; his heart, once again, torn. But he won't let this happen, yes, he left you and yes, he abandoned you BUT you're HIS after all. 

In that instant moment, resolve stiffened his spine. No man would replace him in your life. 

With a sharp intake of breath, John broke his cover, stepping out into the moonlit street, his eyes fixed on your silhouette. Time seemed to freeze as everyone around stopped mid-step, recognizing him as the ghostly figure clad in black. "Stop right there!" he called out, the command echoing through the night air. The commotion attracted attention. "Back off, all of you. This is personal." A deadly glare warned anyone against crossing him. With determination etched on his face, he marched towards you. 

Eyes widening, your 'fiancé' lets out a nervous laugh, attempting to shield you. "Mister, we don't want trouble here—" 

John shot him a chilling stare, interrupting him in mid-sentence. "She doesn't belong to you," his voice cracked with barely concealed emotion, "and I'm taking her back." Ignoring the armed guards closing in, he extended a hand towards you, your eyes mirroring the mixture of fear and confusion. "Come with me," his tone was hard but gentle, loaded with the pain of lost time. 

You swallowed the gulp in your throat and just stared at him. "The audacity of yours! Why would- Why would I go with you?!" 

John met your fiery glare calmly, raising his eyebrows in silent challenge. "Because you need to listen to me." He responded firmly, his voice was low, resonating with the old familiarity that used to warm your heart. "And besides, I'm afraid you don't have much choice in this. Not without creating quite the scene here." His gaze flickered to the encroaching figures, emphasizing their dire situation. "Let's not test these fine people's patience longer than necessary, shall we?" 

"You can't do this!" your 'fiancé' protested, anger creeping into his voice. "She's engaged to me now!" 

John leveled him a gaze colder than ice. "You haven't officially wed yet, have you?" he asked rhetorically, flashing a killer's grin. The tension between them was palpable, threatening to ignite chaos. "Well, then it seems you're out of time." A swift motion later, he offered you his hand once more, a silent plea for your cooperation. Leaving the confused groom-to-be and his entourage reeling, John guided you away, his grip firm but reassuring, like the one you shared on those long-lost walks in Central Park. 

As you both traversed the cleared path, whispers followed you into the night, a testament to the spectacle unfolding. Yet, for John and you, there was only the echo of haunting echoes and promises unfulfilled. 

"Where do you think we're going, John?" You asked curiously while looking at the direction you're moving. 

He glanced at you, acknowledging your question with a brief nod. "Somewhere far from here," he replied cryptically. "To set things right, starting with explaining myself." His features set determinedly ahead. "Your safety will always come first, even if it means defying the rules set by my current life..." Pausing for effect, he turned to face you fully. "No matter what obstacles arise, I intend to make things right between us, to understand why you chose this man and give you the chance to explain yourself." His eyes held steely resolution. "We'll clear the air; for this is what we both deserve – answers and decisions." 

You scoff and stop walking. "Excuse me?! Explain myself?!!" You went off at him, pulling away from his grip. 

Taken aback by your vehemence, John paused midstride, brows furrowing. "I didn't mean it that way," he interjected quickly, holding up both hands in submission. "You have every right to be angry; believe me, I know." A begrudging acceptance graced his face. "But please hear me out. If anything, let's walk together without distractions so we can talk this through." His chest rose and fell steadily as he pleaded with quiet determination. "Don't push me away just yet. Let's explore the truth together - for our sake." 

You huffed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Always so certain," you muttered with a mix of admiration and frustration. "Very well," you conceded finally, letting him take your hand again. "But remember, this isn't going to be easy." 

He nodded, acknowledging your caution. You started walking at an unhurried pace down dimly lit streets. The silence between you both was heavy yet somehow comforting; years hadn't diminished your connection. 

"So," You began hesitantly after some moments passed in quietude, breaking the spell of your past, "Why did you leave me?" John slowed slightly, allowing room for your query before responding thoughtfully.  

"After the first few times, it became harder to see you," he admitted, staring at the ground with the weight of his decision bearing down on him. His grip tightened on yours. "I never wanted to leave you but...the job was tearing us apart. My past caught up with me too quickly and when I came home to you...that day remains etched in my mind." Swallowing hard, John found strength in your silent encouragement. "I couldn't risk losing you or putting anyone else you care about in harm's way." 

You both walked further into the night till you reached your destination; an abandoned warehouse near docks filled with flickering lightbulbs hanging from ceilings high above you. Inside lay two old wooden chairs leaning against concrete walls painted graffiti blue. In its solitude, it was perfect for your conversation. "Sit down," John suggested gently, gesturing toward one such chair. "Now tell me about this man." 

Your cheeks flushed red as you sat down, crossing your legs neatly. "It wasn't love at first sight or anything grandiose," you confessed softly. "We met at work and had similar interests...we grew close over time." Your voice wavered momentarily before finding resolve again. 

John listened attentively before asking questions. "Did you ever feel loved?" He inquired, concern underlying each word spoken aloud. 

"What do you mean?" You looked at him quizzically. 

"When I left seven years ago," John explained seriously, "I hoped another person could fill the void left behind by me. But I needed to know whether he truly loved YOU - not just loved having someone in his life...and if you loved him too." 

You sighed deeply before meeting his gaze. "He's a good man John..." You said quietly, "I don't think he loves me in the way that an idealized romantic partner should. We share commonalities and laughed together for sure, but I don't see a future with him where we grow old together". Pain sparkled in your eyes reflecting past memories you once shared with John. 

"He proposed out of obligation towards family expectations more than anything else," You continued firmly. "Maybe that's why tonight shocked me so much hearing it publicly...I realized there's still more inside my heart left reserved for someone..." You trailed off. 

John nodded slowly, absorbing these revelations. He could see remnants of bitterness lingering but also hope gleaming beneath it all - a hint at renewed possibilities. Gently taking your hand, he traced lines over your knuckles. 

"Then perhaps we both made mistakes - me leaving too soon and you rushing into something artificial..." He whispered tenderly. "Let's make amends today though - start afresh if possible." 

You look at him in hesitation. "What if you left me again?" 

His grip on your hand tightened reassuringly. "If that happens," he replied firmly yet tenderly, "know that it won't be my choice." Your eyes locked in an intense exchange of promises unspoken. 

He sighed heavily before speaking again. "Whatever path lies ahead - happiness or pain- we'll walk side by side from now on." His lips curved into a faint smile before continuing with resoluteness lacing every word. "This time...I promise not to abandon you again." His gaze softened into one filled with undeniable longing. 

You stared into those familiar brown depths searching for sincerity and found it mirrored back at yourself. 

In the dim glow of the warehouse, the air between you and John thickened with unsaid words. As if drawn by an invisible force, you leaned closer to him until your faces were mere inches apart. With gentle intensity, John brushed his fingers along your jawline while gazing intently into your eyes - connecting on levels beyond physical attraction and past painful memories. 

With a slight nod signaling understanding and agreement from both sides, he cupped your face gently before closing the distance between you both. Your lips met softly yet passionately in a kiss filled with love and regret. 

John whispered fervently against your parted lips: "I'm sorry for everything...but most importantly...I missed you." 

You murmured back softly: "And I love you..." Your embrace deepened further despite doubts nipping at your thoughts, you felt a glimmer of hope stirring within - maybe you could find solace in each other's arms once more? 

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[magicxc]

Call On Me

Pairings: Idris Elba x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Fellatio, Choking

BBJ Masterlist

“C’mon angel, put it in all the way.”

“Idris, it wont fit and I’m not about to make it either.”

“Just let me help you push it in, you’re not doing it right.”

“No, cause then it’ll stretch.”

“It’s elastic, so it’ll snap back.”

“We’re still here daddy, I can just get another size as opposed to destroying this one.”

“I mean if you want your jeans to fit like sweatpants, then go for it.”

“You’re so dramatic, it simply doesn’t fit, and you’ll love me either way; sweat pants or not.”

“I mean yeah, of course but it’s drip or drown; and if you're gonna be with me, then you’ve got to be drippin.”

Sometimes it’s best to ignore him. God knows I love my boyfriend, but I can’t with the shit that comes out of his mouth. It’s like somebody teleported him back to 2017 and he’s readjusting to the present life. 

Albeit fashion is a big deal to Idris, I’ll give him that. But I, for one, value comfort over everything. It’s just one of those things we’ve come to meet in the middle about, though he’ll still try and rearrange my wardrobe if given the chance. 

“Idris, can you add this to the ‘maybe’ pile in the corner please?”

Taking the pants from me, he neatly hangs it up in the corner of the room, uttering how even tho my clothes aren’t dripping, he can be.

“Oh my goodness,” I laugh. “Really? Tell me you’re joking.”

“Now why would I do that mhmm? In fact I remember a time when stargazing in public was on both of our bucket lists.”

“Yes, in the car or under a moonlit beach not the damn mall,” I gushed. “Idris nothing about this says private.”

“Is that not the point of PUBLIC stargazing,” he enunciated.

Ahh yes, stargazing - an act in which one can observe the many stars of the galaxy sometimes as a hobby or sometimes for scientific research. Of course our star gazing meant something vastly different. Even though we didn’t need a telescope to see them, there was still that warm and fuzzy feeling when they did appear. 

You see Idris and I have a thing for code words. It’s used mostly when gossiping about people or situations. But recently it's become a fun new way for us to describe sexy times in front of others. 

How real would it be to blurt out amongst your friends that you just want to take your lover home and become one with the sheets? I’m sure they’d understand but I’m not tryna let people know every time I want my back blown out. So instead we came up with a way to state our intentions without having to dance around certain words. 

For example, Sunday dinners with the family goes something along the lines of 'do you want to go stargazing afterward?' Similarly to how it's socially acceptable to tell your loved ones that you and your partner are trying for a baby but not that their pussy turns into a mini day care every night; except our family hasn’t quite caught onto the the fact that neither of us so much as own a telescope; though I fear it’s only a matter of time until they do. 

I’m not as sexually daring as Idris but I refuse to punk out of this. He thinks that I’ll back out of stargazing simply because we’re in a public place where people can hear us? Let's be clear, I absolutely would, but the way my competitive nature is set up, I’ll stargaze with him. Shit, he better be ready to see the milky way too, cause I’ll be damned if I don’t make him cry for me. 

“You know what daddy, drop em,” I demanded, chin pointing toward his pants. “Gone ahead and give me something shiny to see.”

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement, bug eyed and eager as he runs his tongue across those juicy lips. He doesn’t let that falter him for long and makes quick work of the buckle of his pants. And my God if that action isn’t my personal little aphrodisiac. 

Knees hitting the floor, I watch in awe as his dick springs free, pre cum slowly dribbling from the tip. 

“You this wet already for me?” I tease. “Tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Use your mouth.”

“Nuh uh, use your words,” I insist. 

“Start by getting the tip nice and drenched for me angel,” Idris lamented. 

Inching closer to the head, I open my mouth and spit on it, watching intently as it trails down to the floor. 

“Now what?”

Smirking, he asks me to drain his balls entirely and I work on doing just that. 

Gathering the tip of his penis in my mouth,  I use the wetness to help me suction him. Cheeks hallowed and teeth tucked, I make sure to maximize on his sensitivity; tongue twirling around that mini slit lined at the head. 

His thighs quake ever so slightly, which only pushes me to suck in earnest, making sure to keep the tip nestled against my tongue. 

Fingers cradled behind me, I lock them together, opting instead for hands free head so I can really talk my shit once we’re done. 

Deciding it’s time to show some love to the rest of his lengthy member, I slow my ministrations and softly run my tongue along his shaft; tracing each thick and hardened vein - starstruck at Idris’ skin, a rich shade of chestnut. 

This part always gives me some trouble, but I’m willing to sacrifice a little comfort if it means I can hear him sing for me; and quite frankly he’s not doing enough of it. 

Bobbing my head steadily, it takes a minute for me to gain some traction, mouth now sliding along his dick with ease. His hips start a slow thrust and I bounce my head a little quicker, twisting from side to side as I do so. 

Finally, it’s drenched enough for me to take the entirety of him, stopping only when I reach the base of his shaft. His dick is properly lodged down my throat and I do everything I can to breathe through my nose, slight gagging noises making its way past my lips. 

As quiet as he tries to be, the harsh hissing that meets my ear encourages me to make quick work of him, bobbing in short, rapid successions, listening intently as his groans turn into quiet moans. 

Face planted against his coily pubes, they’re trimmed to perfection, the tropical notes of his coconut body wash lingering inside my nose. The deep, onyx color glistens with a mixture of precum and spit, similar to that of stars littered against the never ending black hole of space, as they softly tickle my cheeks.

Dislodging him completely to take a much needed breath, the cool air feels icy against my drool ridden chin. Tears brimmed at my eyes and pussy clenching against fabric, this dressing room is fixing to see way more than just changing of the clothes. 

“You wanna cum?” I taunted. “Make those pretty noises for me and I just might let you.”

Dick jumping in anticipation, I decide to head down south and give a little love to the overlooked - his ball sac. 

Slurping them in my mouth, I swish them around, mapping over the textured skin. His girthy member sits on my forehead, wet and dripping; adding to the soaked mess down under. 

I get a light hum in return and suction him to a the very fine line of pleasure and pain. A breathy moan follows and his hand soon finds itself planted at the root of my scalp. 

Thankfully he cant see the smirk that lines my lips and I give his balls a few more swirls before I set them free with a loud pop. 

“Haaaah”, is the desperate whine that I hear above me, but somehow I need more. 

Dick once again at the bottom of my throat I remove it until I get to the very tip and slam it back down again. 

“Just like that daddy, keep it up and I can make it real good for you.” 

*slurp*

“What’s my name? Huh? Let these bitches know who’s making you quiver like the slut you are.”

*slurp*

“C’mon and cum for me like I know you can, Idris.”

The fingers once tangled in my hair soon find themselves wrapped around my throat, squeezing me with just enough pressure to remind me how little control I actually have here. And while it was fun while it lasted, feminism doesn't exist with his hand around my neck. 

“Open wide for me angel.”

Tongue slithering past my teeth, I lay it flat for a full display, watching intently as he jerks himself to the finish line and in my mouth. 

He shouts his release, a little higher in pitch than I expected, chanting my name like the prayer it is. 

“Now close your mouth and swallow like I know you can,” he grunted. 

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[marauders-peace]

Moonlit Confessions and Sunlit Love

Summary: After 6 months of back and forth, remus and the reader are confronted with their feelings for each other. In a game of truth or dare comes the real truth comes out.

warnings: Honestly don't know, jealousy, fluffy ending

After this whole series, I am sad to end it now, but I think they have suffered enough. Hope you enjoy the last part of this <33 (there will come a bonus part)

Masterlist part 1 - - - - - part 9 /wc: +1200

Don't know how I managed to get here, but here I am.

Playing truth or dare. On a party night when we were all supposed to be sleeping because school is tomorrow.

Luis quickly returned from the bathroom, and Remus followed shortly after. Remus was surprisingly calm, unlike before, but there was still a fire in his eyes.

"James, what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done to impress Lily?"

Mary's voice brought me back to the present. Yes, we were in the middle of one of those cheesy stories, as I couldn't explain the evening any other way.

James thought for a while.

James blushed and chuckled nervously, "Oh, that's a tough one. But I guess the most embarrassing thing I ever did to impress Lily was during our third year at Hogwarts. We were in the Great Hall, and I thought it would be impressive to show off my Quidditch skills. So, I grabbed a nearby broomstick and tried to do a fancy maneuver in front of her and the other Gryffindors. But instead of flying gracefully, I ended up crashing into the pumpkin juice fountain and soaked myself and half the Gryffindor table!"

Lily couldn't help but laugh at the memory, and the others joined in too. James grinned, slightly embarrassed but didn't seem to mind the laughter and even joined in too.

"Man, I remember! Our dorm room smelled like pumpkin for days after that!" Sirius laughed even harder.

"Okay, okay. James, it's your turn," Mary said as things calmed down, and we all looked expectantly at James.

James looked at Lily amusedly.

"Oh no, what are you up to?" she asked dramatically, moving slightly away from him.

"Lily," said James, and Lily sighed theatrically.

"I still have to live until tonight! I think something special will happen today, so please have mercy on me!"

James continued, undeterred. "Truth or dare?"

Lily thought for a while. "Dare. I'm afraid of you," she said finally.

James chuckled. "Why's that?"

"Oh, excuse me, Hogwarts' prank king, for being scared of you while we're playing truth or dare!" Lily said dramatically, then continued with a pleading tone. "What do I have to do, Potter?"

"Dance with me."

"I can do that-"

"On the table."

"Too soon to celebrate…" Lily muttered, hiding her face in her hands in embarrassment.

James gasped. "Oh come on, that's harmless. And I'll do it with you!"

He took her hands away from her face and gently led her onto the table. She allowed herself to be pulled up, and they danced together to a slow song. It was as if there was nothing else in the world but the two of them.

'Why don't you ever dance, Remus?' He looked at me with a crooked smile. "I always feel like I make a fool of myself," he laughed. I pouted at that. "You don't look foolish! Come dance with me!" I reached out my hand to him, and he shook his head. "Dancing with me will only make you a laughingstock among the others." I looked at him challengingly. "Who cares about the others? We're dancing, not them!" I took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. He was stiff at first, but he eventually started dancing along. Soon, it felt like second nature.

As if there was only us.

"But make sure to invite me to your wedding, okay?" Mary's voice brought me back to the present.

James and Lily laughed nervously. They were back with us.

"Okay, Lily, it's your turn," Sirius finally said, steering the conversation back to the game.

"Remus," Lily looked at him with a smile.

"Truth. Before I end up dancing on tables too," he said calmly.

"What's the most romantic thing you've ever done?" Lily tilted her head curiously.

I felt a chill. The question started to get to me, wondering if Sirius had chosen this game for a reason.

Remus didn't even flinch. It was as if he froze, taking a moment before answering.

"I once sent a love letter with a poem every day for a few days to someone. Each letter had a different poem and a different memory."

My breath became heavy.

"But I never got a response."

What?

"Oh man, that sounds awful!" Lily said with a sympathetic look.

I looked down, and all the letters I had thrown away out of hurt came flooding back into my mind.

"Have you talked to that person about it?" Mary asked.

James and Sirius exchanged strange glances.

Every letter I tossed in the trash came back to me.

"Not yet."

"Sunny, do you hate me?"

I wanted to disappear. Just get away from here. His eyes focused on me.

"Sunny, truth or dare?"

My heart was pounding, and I felt like I was about to throw up. I wanted to choose dare to avoid the conflict, but I couldn't continue like this. Otherwise, we'd never move forward.

"Truth."

Lily looked surprised, but when I looked at her, she gave a slight thumbs up.

"Are you and Luis a couple?" That question caught me off guard. I was prepared for anything else, but not a question about Luis. I thought he'd ask why I was avoiding him. But maybe he already knew.

"No, we're not," I answered finally.

The fire in Remus' eyes turned into a calm I couldn't place.

"Sunny, your turn," James said with a peculiar expression.

"Sirius." I turned to the eager boy who seemed to be waiting for it. "Dare! I'm no coward," he said directly.

"Do an impression of our dear Professor McGonagall." I was relieved to come up with something.

Sirius stood up from his seat, straightened his posture, and adjusted imaginary glasses on his nose. He cleared his throat dramatically, mimicking Professor McGonagall's stern and imposing tone.

"Mr. Black, what do you think you're doing out of bed after curfew?" he said, imitating McGonagall's accent.

He then exaggeratedly paced back and forth in front of an imaginary group of students, pretending to be the Transfiguration professor.

"Now, I will not tolerate such behavior from any of you. Detention! Ten points from Gryffindor!" he exclaimed, waving his hand as if deducting house points.

He continued his impression, capturing McGonagall's no-nonsense attitude and strict demeanor. His friends couldn't help but burst into laughter as he put on this entertaining show, perfectly embodying their formidable professor.

"Come on, Sirius, that's brilliant!" James said, trying to stifle his laughter.

Lily chuckled, impressed by Sirius's accurate portrayal. "You've got her mannerisms down perfectly!"

Sirius took a playful bow, still maintaining the impression. "Thank you, thank you! I've been practicing," he quipped with a mischievous grin.

"Luis, we should go." Luke's voice interrupted our laughter.

Mary looked at him grumpily, and I felt like she wanted to kill him.

"Wait, Luis!" Sirius said before Luis got up to leave. "Truth or dare?"

Luis chuckled. "Truth."

"Do you…" Sirius glanced at me and then back to Luis. "Do you like Sunny?"

Luis was taken aback by the question.

"Luis, let's go," Luke seemed angry and wanted to pull his brother away. Luis, however, just smiled.

"Yes, I do."

With that, he turned around.

"I think I've just started to fall for her."

And with that, the two brothers left.

I looked after Luis for a long time. He had confessed that he liked me. And yet, hearing it so directly was different. I felt guilty, especially after Remus' question and how I had answered.

"Who's next? Luis is gone," Mary asked to lighten the mood.

"I'd say it's still Sirius so the game can continue," Remus said, as if nothing had happened. As if he already knew about Luis.

Sirius cleared his throat and turned to Remus. "Remus, truth or dare?"

"Dare," he said without flinching.

"I dare you to spend 15 minutes alone with Sunny."

WHAT?

"Hey, I'm just as involved as he is!" I finally said to defend myself. Fear started to rise in me again.

But Sirius just shrugged. "Well, how else are we going to get you two to talk?"

"But-"

"I'll do it," Remus said calmly. Then he turned to me. "But if you can't handle 15 minutes alone with me, then I won't force you."

Silence followed.

"I'll do it too," I said eventually.

~

The room Sirius led us to was small. He closed the door behind us and locked it.

"I'll be back in 15 minutes!" he called out before we heard footsteps fading away.

I prepared myself for the confrontation. Ready for a second argument. But nothing like that happened.

Instead, Remus poured himself a glass of whiskey from the bottle on the table and drank it in one gulp. He refilled the glass and repeated the process like it was a rhythm.

"Why are you drowning yourself in alcohol?" I asked. He didn't respond at first, and I wondered if he hadn't heard me.

"Don't know," he finally said.

I approached him slowly. Slowly, I took the bottle from his hand. He let me.

"We have school tomorrow. It's not healthy for you," I said finally.

He looked at me with tired eyes.

The silence returned.

"Remus…" I began. But I didn't know how to continue.

"I'm sorry," he said finally.

"What?"

"That I've been such a jerk. To you and also to Luis."

His voice trembled slightly at the end.

"Why did you behave that way?" I asked.

He laughed without joy. "You should know by now."

Anger started to build up inside me. "How should I know? How am I supposed to know everything that's going on in your head when you never tell me anything?"

He stayed silent. "That's what you've always done. Even when I confessed my feelings to you, you said nothing." This time, my voice broke.

"I hate this silence."

He remained silent. He avoided my gaze.

The anger within me grew stronger.

"I found a room this morning. You know what was in there?"

He stayed silent.

"It was our old kindergarten. The big chandelier was floating in the air, and I found the little book corner there. Where we first met. That's where the book was. 'The Sun and the Moon.'"

My voice kept shaking. "I know why you like the story so much now. Because it's our story. And you're the moon which kept quiet."

"Sunny.. "

"Is that why you call me that?" i was crying now.

"No, that's not why I called you that."

This time, I stayed silent. I just looked at him, hoping he wouldn't stay quiet again.

"I called you that because you're my hope, my light, and my warmth in life. A little sun that keeps me company."

My heart skipped a beat, and breathing became difficult.

"I've messed up a lot in the past 6 months. With you and with myself."

I listened to him, hoping he would never stop talking.

"And when I saw you with Luis in the last few weeks, especially today, something in me snapped. I got so angry because you two looked so good together. He fits you so well, and that made me mad."

He looked at me with a vulnerable gaze. "Be honest with me, okay?"

I only nodded because I didn't trust my voice.

"Do you like him?" his gaze wandered around the room.

"No, I don't. You should know that. He's nice and a good friend," I said, astonished that he would even ask such a question.

His gaze rested on me, and his expression softened.

Eventually, he laughed softly. "I'm such an idiot."

Then he fell silent again. I came closer to him; it was like I was under his spell. My hand reached up to his face, and I stroked his cheek.

"Why? Why is it so hard for you to talk about your feelings, Remus?"

He looked at me with that gaze I couldn't place.

"You are really pretty."

"What?" I said, surprised and overwhelmed by his words, and my hand fell from his face.

He laughed softly and warmly.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me. But I'm the worst thing that could ever happen to you."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.

He sighed. "Sunny, if we were to get together, your future would be blocked because of me. I'm a werewolf. You would be shunned by everyone for associating with me. No one wants a werewolf. I've accepted that. But I don't want you to suffer because of it."

He shook his head. "And yet, I can't bear to see you with someone else."

"Does this mean you like me too?" my heart was racing.

"I love you."

"The love letters-"

"Were the letters I wrote to you over the summer, yes."

My thoughts were racing. "But you suffer too, pretending that there's nothing between us!"

He looked away. "I can handle it."

"I can't! I can't go on like this! We've always found a way together, why not now?"

"Sunny…"

O sol pediu a Lua em casamento (the sun confessed to the moon)

Oh, my heart ached. "I can't live without you! I tried for the last few weeks, no, months. It just doesn't work! And if it's true that you also have feelings for me, then-"

His lips crashed onto mine. That's how he silenced me. I melted in his arms, sighing into the kiss. I had been waiting for this for so long.

When he pulled away, I looked at him angrily. "If you say that we can't be together now, I swear-"

E a lua, disse (the moon said)

He laughed softly at that. "No, don't worry."

He leaned his forehead against mine and looked deeply into my eyes.

Eu também amo você (i love you too)

"I can't live without you either."

The moon found his light from the sun. And the sun was so kind to share with the moon their future, hoping to shine forever.

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[violettduchess]

Happy Equinox Violet! May I shamelessly request Gilbert + 14 + autumn angst please?

A/N: Here you go! A masquerade ball. A moonlit garden. You got the works!

Gilbert x f!reader

Spicy Angst

Word Count: 2538

Now or never.

A breath escapes your body as you smooth your hands down the embellished bodice of your ballgown. The beads of iridescent white feel like smooth pebbles under your trembling fingertips. You reach up, nerves electric, adjusting the half-mask of freshwater pearls and soft, snow-colored feathers. The band tied behind your head is the softest of silk, the same moon-white as your gown. 

Before you, the heavy double doors stand like stalwart guardians of a paradise just within your grasp, if you are willing to take that step and enter. You see the soft, warm glow from underneath, tempting, cloying. 

Swan princess, indeed, you think as you steel yourself. A swan is graceful, elegant, poised. You feel anything but as you reach forward, your gloved fingers curving over the golden handle of the ballroom door.

Now or never, you tell yourself again over the thunder of your heartbeat.

You pull down the handle.

Now or never.

And step inside.

Now.

*

Breathless. Weightless. Free.

You spin around the polished wooden floor, lighter than air, brighter than starshine. All your fears vanished the moment you entered and saw the wonder that the ballroom held within its ornate walls. Sparkling champagne in long, crystal flutes. A dazzling chandelier, larger than any you have ever seen, ever read about, throwing beads of rainbow-colored light across the expanse of the room. And the people! Men in silk waistcoats, rich velvet brocade, golden buttons, shiny shoes. Women in gowns of all colors and shapes. A sea of jeweled purples and pinks and blues. Pastels that shimmer like the inside of oyster shells. And everywhere, masks. Some as simple as a strip of silk, some towering headpieces, dripping with gems and feathers and other extravagant accessories. The crowning glory: an entire wall of gilded mirrors reflecting back the grandiose glamor of it all.

As you twirl from partner to partner, song to song, you truly feel like the swan your costume represents. Beautiful, nimble, charming. You can feel the caress of eyes on you, the weight of them through their masks as you dance by. Never before have you felt so desirable.

The music comes to an end and you bow deeply to your current partner, a tall gentleman with a waistcoat of the deepest forest green and an ornate mask with brown velveteen antlers jutting out from the top. His golden eyes shine with appreciation as he glances back to where the orchestra is readying to play the next song.

Maybe he is going to ask you for a second dance. You would say yes without hesitation. But before he gets the chance, you feel a hand on your shoulder. A chill runs through you just at that touch, like a cold wind bursting through a day of autumn sunshine.

You turn slowly. All the light in the room becomes a luminous blur with the motion. You stop when you reach a wall of darkness. The man in front of you wears black, from the shine of his boots to the soft, silken band of his mask, an unusual mask that covers one eye completely, leaving the other one, a startling, deep crimson, free. He is not a large man, but you are immediately struck breathless by the sight of him.

He holds out his hand, head cocked to one side. It doesn’t feel like a request. It isn’t quite a command. And yet you find yourself unable to reply with the quick smile, the flirtatious downward tilt of chin you have been employing all night. You simply step toward him, the tide being pulled by the moon’s insistence. Black leather meets white satin as he takes your hand in his, holding it firmly. The other slides over the stiff corseting of your waist, only stopping when he reaches the small of your back. You have danced with many men tonight. None have held you quite this close.

You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder, noting that the material of his clothing isn’t pure black. Threads of subtle silver, like tendrils of moonlight, shoot through the fabric, giving him an almost ethereal sheen. Even through his clothing, through the supple leather of his glove, you feel a whisper of cold. In the beat before the music begins, you wonder if his smooth, white skin would feel like the cool marble it resembles. 

And then the first notes float over the ballroom floor and in perfect synchronization, you begin to dance. He moves the way dusk paints the sky in soft hues of midnight blue and deep violet. Effortlessly. Smoothly. Beautifully. In a sea of bright gowns and sparkling glasses, of painted smiles and colorful masks, he draws you in. A black hole of inescapable force and power. You cannot resist, but that doesn’t matter because now, as you spin like twin moons across a galaxy of glittering stars, you could not imagine ever wanting to.

He does not need two eyes to hold your gaze. One rubine eye is more than enough. It is your focal point as you dance, as the lights blur and music fades, as you lose yourself in the feel of his hand gripping yours, the press of his fingers against your back. You could spin wildly, become a cyclone in the middle of the ballroom, but that gaze would hold you steady even then. All that power controlled by a single, vivid, red point.

It takes you a moment to realize that around you, the dancers are bowing and nodding and breaking apart, like waves dissolving into white foam as they hit the sandy shore. Neither you nor the man in black have let go. Neither wants to. 

"I….need some air…" Your voice sounds oddly tight, a music box wound almost too far. He releases you from his grasp and your stomach lurches, as if trying to propel the rest of your body forward and back into his arms.

"May I escort you outside, to the gardens?" You are not prepared for the sound of his voice. Soft, decadent velvet with the slightest whisper of a foreign accent. Alluring the way moonlight is when it adorns water with a sheen of silver. The words melt into you like the cool kiss of snowflakes on warm skin. You feel the way something inside you coils, tightening, even as a shiver cascades down your spine.

He offers you his arm and you take it. Painted eyelids blink behind their masks, watching as the woman in white and the man in black disappear through the terrace doors to be swallowed whole by the night.

*

The royal gardens of Rhodolite are stunningly beautiful in daylight. By day, they preen and show off their beauty and their lavish displays of fragrant blossoms and tall, bright green hedges. But at night, they are wrapped in shadow, a sensual mix of soft black and argent moonlight. They whisper of privacy, spinning promises to anyone who dares enter under the cloak of night that all that is said and done here will stay only here. Hushed secrets will remain sheltered in the depths of the hedges, the soft, protected centers of the roses. 

You walk the myriad stone pathways of the gardens, arm in arm. The music from the masquerade still dances through the air. You aren’t sure where you are even going until you arrive: a smaller, narrower path, earthen and unpaved, that disappears behind a trellis of wild, overgrown ivy. So this is where your steps have been leading, your heart the wild drummer, its beat urging you forward this whole time.

He allows you to guide him, his hand now in yours, as you step off the stone path and onto the dirt, ducking beneath the growth. Dark leaves reach out, caressing your gown, the bare skin of your shoulders. You soldier onwards, until you come to the small clearing in a near-forgotten, far corner of the garden.

Here the hedges have been allowed to reach towering heights, their branches interwoven with small white flowers that seem to glow like tiny dewdrops of pearlescent light. Below you, soft grass. Above you, a black sky stained with starlight. You can still hear the music faintly within this hidden, overgrown alcove.

You turn to him again, freed from the shackles of observation, from the prison of everyone's gaze. A moment of silence stretches between you, diaphanous, delicate. He speaks first, breaking it.

"Another dance?"

He watches you, the visible part of his beautiful face bathed in pale shadows. Slowly he holds out one hand, an echo of his earlier gesture. You reach for him, thinking he will take your hand and raise it to shoulder-height, the way you danced in the ballroom but you are wrong. His leather-clad fingers don’t stop at your hand but travel up the length of your glove, right to where it ends at the crook of your elbow. Black leather brushes against soft skin as he slowly pushes down the soft white material, taking extra care when he pulls at each fingertip. Your arm is now bare but it feels as if he might as well have stripped you of your gown. His eye roams the expanse of skin he exposed, his tongue licks his lips. 

Your other glove is removed in much the same manner. Rolled down your arm with delicate hunger. He lays it next to the other, an oddly neat gesture. Turning to you, he holds out his arms in invitation, ready for that second dance, but you shake your head.

"My turn."

You hold your hand out. He tilts his head, curiosity flicking in his eye like a red flame, before he places his hand in yours, allows you to curl your fingers under the soft leather of his glove. Your thumb slowly, deliberately traces the thin straps that cross the top of his hand. You learn two things at that moment. First, his skin really is cool as marble and just as smooth. Second, he is not used to touch. An involuntary quiver exposes his secret and something inside you burns with satisfaction that you are the one to do this to him. 

You peel black leather away from white skin, first the one hand, then the other. You slide your fingers over his wrists, his palms, up to where his own fingers curl inwards in response, holding you still, two statues clutching hands as the shadows watch in knowing silence.

You hear as the music shifts to something slower, giving the shimmering ballroom a chance to catch its breath.

The change in tempo breaks the moment, scattering it like strands of silvery cobweb. He is moved to action. Swift as a nighthawk leaping into the ink-black sky, he has you in his arms again. This time there is no distance. He pulls you against him, your body fitting to his perfectly, immaculate design in practice. Your bare hands slide over his clothing, over his shoulders, wrap around his neck. One hand dares venture upwards into the soft, lustrous dream of his hair. 

Your bodies sway to the music, pressed as close as your costumes will allow, your blood rushing through your veins like a river of sparks. This mystery man in black, beloved of shadows, has captivated you wholly. He is Nyx, made of flesh and blood. Hauntingly beautiful, quietly powerful. 

He drops his head, his forehead resting against the bare skin of your shoulder. The river of sparks inside you swells, spills over. Your heart is swept up in the flood as you stroke the nape of his neck, bodies still swaying like willows in the wind. 

You feel when he stops moving, his warm breath coming harder against your skin. You both grow still, arms wrapped around each other as you find yourselves standing on the precipice of something, something that feels as wild as the verdant growth that surrounds you.

And then he turns his head, pressing his lips into the soft place where neck meets shoulder. 

Your hand on his nape stiffens, gentle fingers suddenly gripping him like a lifeline as he parts his lips, your taste burning itself into his memory with every stroke of his tongue. A gasp, that breathy admission of desire, escapes you.

Together you tumble over the edge, into the dark beyond.

His mouth moves like quicksilver over your skin, leaving a trail of burning embers in its wake. You feel consumed by a heat so dangerous, so bright, you wonder if you'll ever be able to look at yourself again without feeling the blaze of his lips on your shoulders, your neck.

His teeth bite into your soft flesh and now you understand how the line between pleasure and pain can blur, one bleeding into the other. He soothes every sting with an almost tender kiss. How you manage to remain standing is a mystery for the ages.

You reach for his face, unable to stand it any longer. You need to taste him. 

Once again, it is your turn.

Your fingertips touch the soft silk of his mask. 

Your lips touch his lips.

You feel as if you're spinning again, like in the ballroom earlier. Only this time you aren't floating, you're sinking, spiraling down into a churning black sea of longing. 

His bare hands come up, gripping your face the same way you are holding his, a mirrored gesture of undeniable craving. His fingers press against your mask as his mouth moves against yours. He angles his head and parts his lips, submitting, letting your tongue in to take whatever it wants. He is yours to ravage.

He tastes like the cold, sweet shine of starlight, like the first kiss of winter on a late autumn night. You plunder every corner of his mouth, holding him still as you take and take all he is offering. You cannot get enough. You cannot drink of him fast enough. You are on fire and his lips and tongue are the only chance you have at extinguishing the roiling heat inside you. 

You stand in the moonlight, under the soft strains of music, holding each other's masked faces as wave after wave of hunger slams into you, leaving you both desperate for air and yet unable to part.

"Ich muss dich sehen," his voice, rough with need, rasps against your kiss-bruised lips. You don't understand the words but his intent is clear when his hands move to the back of your head, to the elegant white bow of your mask.

A decision has to be made, right now, in the haze of the headiest lust you have ever experienced. Do you expose your face to this masked stranger, this dark man of want and shadow, and give in fully, risking the consequences and all that could come with them?

Or do you rescue that rational part of your mind, the one slowly, continuously sinking to the bottom of the ocean, before it is too late?

You feel the bow loosening, his fingers pulling, your mask beginning to slide…

And as instantaneous and certain as a matchhead bursting into flame, a decision is made.

🌙

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[volterran-wine]

Relationship Headcanons || Athenodora

“I crave a love that drowns oceans.” ― K. Azizian

Requested by Anonymous: “ Could I get relationship headcanons for Athenadora?Please don’t come for me Caius  -🔮”

Good evening dear Anonymous, and thank you so much for the patience. Finally we have another headcanon post upon my blog! And I thought it only fair to honour one of the most beautiful women in the palazzo for such an occasion.

I will try my best to keep Caius’ ire from growing out of hand.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧... 

Athenodora is one of the most respected women amongst vampires, often considered to be one of the oldest ones alive today besides Amun and Kebi of The Egyptian Coven. This leads to many vampires being quite intimidated by her despite never really showing her temper in public. Behind the carefully crafted facade of The Volturi she is quite the righteous woman with a heart of gold, willing to lay down her life for both coven and family if it demanded of her. So when a vampire does not show that immediate fear she has become accustomed to, she will be interested regardless of the connection.

“Dora, I was wondering if you,-” “Dora?” “... Yes, Sulpicia said it is what everyone calls you.” “... Not everyone no.” “Oh” “... Only those special to me” “I am sorry,-” “No. Keep using it.”

At one of The Volturi’s many gatherings Athenodora would witness a clueless vampire sweet talking her beloved. Before anyone had noticed Athenodora would have brought them into her arms and given them a fierce kiss for all to see. After she would have looked upon the suitor with a smug grin before pulling her mate into a fast paced dance, her leading of course. That was the night her would-be lover understood Athenodora was just as dangerous as she was beautiful.

Their first outing would be to a theatre, it is Athenodora’s favourite pastime and she would make sure to explain the plot well before the night was upon them. After all, she truly wished for her beloved to enjoy it as much as she did.

“What is your favourite story?” “All of them.” “That is a cheap answer!” “Not if it is a queen that said it.”

She will definitely be teaching her mate how to fight wether they like it or not, to her it is a bonding activity that may land them in som precarious situations if she times it correctly. The sessions are filled with laughter however, and soon enough her lover will find themselves on their back, Athenodora straddling them before leaning down to give them a kiss.

On moonlit nights she would have her lover leaned against her chest or shoulder as she ran her fingers through their hair, spinning all sorts of tales about her thousands of years in this world. Her voice having a slight rasp too it and soft as the night, a detail of her character that her lover would never forget about her.

Athenodora does in fact have tattoos, so one of her favourite things for her lover to do is simply trace them with their fingers as they lay in bed at night. She will gladly speak of the symbols and their meaning, after all tattooing had a different purpose back in her day.

PDA: Athenodora is quite fond of PDA, having no qualms about grasping for her beloved wether it be by hand, waist or hair if the mood strikes her. One thing is for sure, if you take Athenodora as a lover you will experience her bestowing you're behind with a slap or two a day.

Terms of endearment Athenodora would use: "Dragi/draga/drago” (Croatian for dear/darling) and Sweetheart.

Being with Athenodora is a privilege few has been able to claim, for not everyone is worthy of being with a woman as fierce as her. 

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