#so don’t worry about mentioning someone who’s ‘so big I must follow them already’

[flowershines]

Talking Body

Enemy Heeseung x F. Reader

Summary: Character and reader do a body swap (Enemies to lovers)

Warnings: smut, mentions abortion, not getting along, Fuckboy Heeseung, unprotected sex, alcohol, being at a party, hangover, switching bodies, (really complicated/ confusing)

One foot after another you had walked into an unfamiliar building heading towards the office only to be facing a lady who had circled glasses, as she sat at her desk turning her head towards you from the noise of sudden footsteps. Her face was stern “You the new student?” you nodded at her question being nervous to talk to her from her expression that displayed along her face, “Y/n?” you nodded once more as she lowered her glasses just to reach the tip of her nose “Okay Y/n, follow me.” she told you standing up from her chair and starting to exit the office and headed down a big hallway which was filled with classrooms. She looked at the paper in her hand then opened the door “Stay here.” she walked into the unknown classroom bringing the teacher back with her to where you were standing, “You must be Y/n.” he held out his hand and waited for yours. Reaching out your hand and proceeding to shake his you nodded in response to his question, “Perfect, well it’s lovely to meet you Y/n i’m Mr. Smith and right now we are just talking about the upcoming projects. I don’t expect you to do it but you should start to get an understanding on the topic.” you nodded, while the lady from the desk told him. “Well Mr. Smith, Y/n is in more advanced classes than this so she might already have an idea on what you guys are learning.”

She turned to you with a smile on her face as she was bragging about your ability to comprehend more advanced things, meanwhile Mr. Smith looked at you with an impressed and joyful expression on his face. “That’s amazing, so I will just go over a few things with you to make sure that you know the topic well enough and if you do you can work on the project this semester.” Smiling back at him, “Okay, thank you.” The office lady walked away with a smile on her face as just a second before she wished you ‘the best of luck’, Mr. Smith walked into the classroom with you as the class behind you was very talkative even the large group of boys in the back with some girls that stood around them. He brought you over to the desk as he went over the final touches of the topic, answering all of his questions right he told you that you could work on the semester project if you want to but you wouldn’t have to if you don’t think you are ready. “Okay, I will assign the partners for the project, as of right now you can sit anywhere.” Turning around you started walking to the empty seats as someone from the top of the stairs coming down as you sat down in the empty chair you placed your bag down on the ground and placing your phone in your packet you hear shuffling next to you, facing the thing that was shuffling, you were met face to face with a guy who had one of the prettiest faces you have ever seen. “Hi I'm Sunoo and you are?” He asked, leaning towards you waiting for your answer, “Y/n.” sitting back into the chair next to you he turned the chair towards you to show his interest. “It’s so nice to meet-”

In the middle of his sentence he was interrupted as someone had sat down on the other side of you, “Ignore him, I’m Yunjin. Your name is Y/n, right? It’s such a pretty name.” she tells you with a cheerful expression rising on her face. “Well anyways as I was about to say, what are you majoring in?” He said, rolling his eyes towards the girl, “I’m majoring in Art and Agriculture, I can't really pick between the two because I like them both so I am going to go through this year and then pick just one.” “Oh you don’t have to worry about us judging you on not having just one major. I am taking two as well and was about to do three.” Yunjin stated as Sunoo laughed at her as he rocked back and forth in the chair, “Haha I know so funny, Sunoo.” The man sitting next to you continued to laugh as he brought his hand up over his mouth, continuing to laugh more.

“Okay everyone get into your seats.” Mr. Smith told everyone as shuffling around you was heard meanwhile Sunoo and Yunjin stayed in their seats next to you, “As you all know we are going to be starting our semester projects, I will give you all time to work on them in class for the semester but you guys might want to work on them outside of school as well.” Sunoo leaned in closer towards your ear and whispered, “I hope we get partnered up.” turning to him with a smile on your face and giving him a soft nod in agreement. “I will be assigning the partners just momentarily after I give the directions.”

Proceeding with talking about the project and why the project in that class was important to not just that class but to help out our futures too. “Okay now onto the partners. Karina and Julie, Beomgyu and Yunjin, Lia and Chaewon, Sunoo and Niki, Y/n and Heeseung, Yeji and Wonyoung…” The list went on and on but as the list went on, both Sunoo and Yunjin were giving you a weird face so that's when you whispered to them, “What?” They both still maintained the look on their faces. “It’s Heeseung.” “Okay, I don’t know who that is.” Sunoo turned around, poking you to turn around as well. As you were faced with a class filled with people, he pointed his finger to the crowded area and pointed to the guy who was talking to almost everyone. “Him, he’s an ass-” “Oh and not to mention his bitchy posse as well.” Sunoo looked at Yunjin with open eyes, “Right, you see that group of girls around him?” you nodded “They hate it when anybody but them is around him, so good luck.” huffing out your cheeks you think that on your first day of course this would happen. Which made you overthink the whole situation by wondering if your reputation is going to be bad from the girls, why are those girls so bad, why is he surrounded by girls…

What's so good about him?

Question after question it would repeat in your mind, while thinking about those possibilities your focus was pulled away as your teacher had been talking about you, “Heeseung and Y/n, do you mind coming to the front of the class so that way we can go over a couple of things?” getting up from your seat and walking towards Mr. Smith’s desk you were met walking side by side with the man who was previously sitting in the top corner of your class. Arriving at his desk the teacher had told Heeseung to introduce himself, “I’m Heeseung, I major in Agriculture and you?” “Y/n, I am majoring in Agriculture as well and Art.” he nodded his head as you turned back to facing the teacher. A girl had come down the stairs and placed herself right next to Heeseung as she rested her head on his arm. “Okay, so you both know the topic right?” The both of you nodded your heads in response to his question “Perfect, you will need your computers and Heeseung can tell you the rest, Y/n.”

“Hee please tell me that she is not coming with us.” The girl asked looking up at him, “She doesn't have to, I can move down there to where she sits if it’s such a big deal.” she huffed out and whined to him, “But what about me?” he looked at her “Don’t you have a partner.” she nodded slowly while he walked up stairs you followed as you felt your hair being pulled harshly she stepped in front of you. “He is mine, you hear me? Mine.” You nodded your head as she pulled your hair back further making you trip from walking backwards then falling to the ground, as you sat on the ground for the second after you fell Yunjin came up to you with a hand in your face. Grabbing her hand she helped you get up. “Just try to ignore her. She tries to live out her fantasies with him and she’s a real pain in everybody’s ass.” Nodding your head towards her, both of you started to walk to your seat, you looked up to see Heeseung waving his hand in a ‘come here’ motion as he cleared off the seat next to him. You stood up and followed to where he was sitting with your computer in hand, reaching his seat whispers and giggles were heard from the girls sitting around the group along with stares from both the girls and guys which made you extremely uncomfortable but you tried to make it seem like it didn’t bother you even though it did. “Everybody go sit next to your partners and start working.” Everybody stood up and started moving as one girl came up to Heeseung and wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered to him ‘Bye Hee don’t miss me too much.’ then walking away as he didn’t even give her a glance, you could tell that he was the heartthrob of the school already and this is just your first class. Placing your computer from your lap to now being placed on the desk table in front of you, “You know what the topic is about right?” you nodded in response as you opened your computer and pulled up the assignment “You're not that much of a talker are you.” you just ignored his question and continued reading. He just shook his head as he also read the assignment, “Okay so we have to make a poster about it, do a slideshow and an essay. No wonder we need the whole semester to do it.” “That’s just part one.” You quietly told him, he turned to you with wide eyes, “What?” you pointed to your computer scrolling down which made him sigh in defeat. “I guess we are going to be spending a lot of time together then, huh?” you could feel a large number of eyes on you as you looked up you were right, some of those eyes would look away as they laughed or theirself others just whispered to each other also laughing from god knows what. You zipped up your sweatshirt feeling self conscious about yourself, you never will understand how these girls say that they are a ‘girls girl’ around people like him but then giving those girls that aren’t them a weird look when they are near a guy. Returning your focus onto the work in front of you, scrolling through and starting to work on your point of view on the topic as you started to Heeseung has put his hand in front of your hands that were typing “What are you doing?” turning your attention to him you explained “Writing my point of view, you know like how we are supposed to.” he looked into your eyes as he poked his tongue to the middle of his cheek then biting the inside of that same cheek, “We aren’t against it.” “What are you talking about this topic in particular is saying ‘how abortion should not be legal in states’, so your saying your against abortion?” he rolled his eyes ``Yeah, aren't you?” “Coming from a woman's point of view, no. It’s that woman’s choice to choose.” looking at him shocked at his opinion. “Why don’t you work on the other topics? I can just work on this one.” “Should we just put your name on the entire project then cause i'm not putting my name on something that isn’t my honest opinion.” he said turning back to his computer. “Write your own then and we could put both of our opinions on the paper. I don't think it matters that much.” rolling his eyes he turned to you and said,

“It’s a partner project, we have to share the same opinion.” “Well we don't, I don't know what you want me to tell you.” You told him as you continued to type your thoughts on the topic “But-” “Just work on the other topics we can come back to later.” you suggested as you rolled your eyes exiting out of the website where you were getting your information on and moving onto the next one. Huffing out air you turned to the next topic and once again he had the opposite opinion than you did, which eventually turned into another argument while Heesung’s voice rose louder and louder making your eyes start to water from the sudden tone. Standing up you walked down to the teacher, “Mr. Smith I don’t think I can work with Heesung. Is there any way I can change partners?” He turned his chair to you and told you, “Y/n I chose these partners for a reason. I'm hoping you can figure out why soon enough.” turning his chair back around to face his work you walked back upstairs as you gained many eyes on you even as you sat down one girl in particular was staring at you hard with jealousy in her eyes, not in the mood and wanting to change your seat anyways you suddenly got a hint of brattiness and showed her a nasty expression which portrayed not only on your face but through you energy as well.

Which made Heeseung’s gaze turn towards you, “Don’t look at my friend that way.” you turned to him “Then get your friend in check because i’m not planning on putting up with a bunch of petty little bitches attitudes.” he opened his mouth about to say something but then shut it and pulled his attention back onto the assignment. “What did you go and ask?” keeping his attention on his computer “If i could switch partners.” “You know this isn’t a good impression of you since it is your first day here.” “Well honestly the only person's opinion I care about is mine and some other people besides that I don't care.” “Mine?” “Oh 100% not yours.” “Good.” you brought your upper lip closer to your nose giving him a disgusted look. “Why did you ask to switch partners?” “Why do you care?” “I don’t.” he said sternly “Okay then move on.” Just then the bell had rung which meant that you could go home as you only had that class for today, starting to shut your computer down and standing up you were met face to face with the girl that gave you the glare. “Ever look at me like that again and you’ll regret it.” “Oh I'm so scared.” You said in a sarcastic way, she shoved passed you and jumped into Heeseungs arms, you thought to yourself ‘what is wrong with girls in this school’ as they drooled over a man that wasn’t even kind, or caring, nothing.

Walking out from the class and to the next, you walked into the room that was filled with multiple unfamiliar faces and multiple pieces of art hung along the walls as sculptures filled the empty areas around the room. Pulling you aside the teacher gave you a run down of the assignment that the students had been working on, she had told you that she wasn’t going to have you start the project since the sculptures were almost done. “I can go get you some clay that they are working with, you can freestyle till their sculptures are done.” You nodded to her, she walked into the closet and grabbed a good amount of clay, putting it on the empty table you walked over to the station sitting down on the stool that was placed just inches away from the table. Rolling your sleeves up past your below you look up to see a guy with dark brown, slightly curly hair draped in front of his face. He ran his pinky across the face of the sculpture making sure to turn his finger moving along to the smaller areas giving it more details under its eyes. While the other students socialized he stayed in his seat with headphones on focusing on the project in front of him, he reminded you of yourself in a way. The aura surrounding him was comforting. His lips were slightly parted. You didn’t realize how long you had been staring at him till your focus was pulled away as a piece of metal fell from someone's chair, you unfocused your eyes continuing to roll up the other sleeve kneading the clay in front of you to soften it up. Sectioning the clay into parts you started to make a small representation of an eye giving it as much detail as you could, time flew by. It felt like you had just gotten there realizing that your clay was gone as the other students were starting to pack up their things, you walked over to the sink rinsing your hands off from all the leftover clay that was on your hand. Putting the sculpted eye in the cabinet then grabbing your bag you lifted your eyes up to see the brown hair boy looking at you but as soon as your eyes met, he tried to find any other area around you being nervous to look at you now. Heading to your car your eyes met the familiar boy who was surrounded by girls in his car, his eyes looking into yours. Rolling your eyes pulling your eyes away from his trance giggles and soft screams were heard from around him, it was annoying.

As weeks went on things stayed the same, more and more girls started to give you questionable looks, you met more people who were actually nice, the boy from your art class was still too nervous to talk to you, Heeseung kept annoying you every single day giving our project almost no improvement. Finally you and him decided that later today you both would get together and work on the project, giving you both time to work on it as no progress was being made.

“Y/nie don’t be boring, it will be fun I swear.” Yunjin has been begging you for the past 3 days to go to this party with her, she really wanted to go but had no one to go with. Telling her you told her that you had to work on the project with Heeseung later today anyways so you wouldn’t be able to go, you suggested that she would go with Sunoo. “I always go with him, just tell Heeseung that you have to cancel.” “Jin I have to work on this project, he keeps being an ass not letting me share my opinion on the doc. So we finally made a day to fix it.” she turned to you “Reschedule.” turning to her about to say something she interpreted before you can say anything, “Please Y/n, it can only be for a couple of hours.” “I’ll think about it.” her face lit up with joy as she hugged you from the side. Should you go? I mean it would be nice to finally let go and not worry about working 24/7. Plus you can highly doubt that Heeseung would care if you rescheduled, just then a tap was heard from your car window pulling you out of the train of thought. It was Heeseung. Rolling down your window he told you “I won’t be able to make it today, I have to babysit.” you nodded and rolled your window back up pulling your phone out texting Yunjin that you can go. Starting up your car you headed home and started to get ready while Yunjin texted you to be ready by 8 since she was going to take you home and to the party.

The top you were wearing was a red laced corset, bralette which made your small jean skirt that had ruffles on the bottom stand out. Sure it was a bit revealing but it’s a party not just some school occasion, thinking it might be cold you learned your outfit with a cropped leather jacket. When Yunjin picked you up her mouth dropped in amazement, funny, and a bit sarcastic. “You look amazing.” you twirled for her and flipped your hair “Thank you, thank you.” you told her while getting into the passenger's side of the car. She wore a black tiny dress with tights underneath, extending your feet and you see her shoes on your side.

They were boots with small heels, “What, you know I can’t drive with heels on.” you giggled to yourself while she played her playlist which she told it ‘hyped her up’. The both of you continued to scream the lyrics to your favorite songs on the way to the party, not even being a street away could tell which house it was at. Cars were everywhere, people socialized along the street and sat on the steps. Putting the car in park you were met by seeing many familiar faces as you walked into the house, “No way, is that who I think it is?!” you heard a guy say from the couch making you turn your head towards the voice. It was Sunoo sitting next to some of your other friends along with some girls that hated you for who knows what reason, “Here.” a tall guy with dark blue hair which seemed like you recognized but ignored it till he turned around and sat next to the girl who he had just previously handed a drink to. “Y/n?” Heeseung? You knew he wasn’t busy, “Didn’t know you were the type of girl to go to a party.” he said, taking a sip of the drink in his hand as he put the opposite arm around the girl placing it behind her. “Don’t act like you know me all of a sudden.” He was taken aback by your comment as his eyebrows raised and poked his tongue to the side of his cheek, “No need to be rude Y/n, we are just having a good time.” “See now if it really was a ‘good time’ you wouldn’t be here, so i’m gonna go get a drink.” you told them as you walked away and into the kitchen. Searching for something light to drink, not wanting to go home completely drunk.

You picked up a cup just to feel a hand around your waist turning around to try and see who it was. You met eye to eye with Choi Yeonjun, the school player who was just as flirtatious as Heeseung. “Hey Y/n, you look great.” He told you as his eyes trailed up and down your body “Thank you, you do too.” he took the cup out of your hand and started to fill it with hard liquor, “Here, this will get you fucked up and it’s so good.” he handed the cup back to you as he lifted an eyebrow waiting for you to take a sip. As your lips met the coldness of the drink it burned as it went down but the more you drank the easier it got, your head started to feel fuzzy. Handing the cup back to Yeonjun “Refill please.” looking up at him as your eyes glistened from the tears which rested in the corners.

He giggled and did as you insisted, then placed the cup in your hand as he took the other one and led it back to the couch where your friends had been for a bit. He sat on the couch and pulled your arm to him, signaling you to sit on his lap. Minutes started to pass by as more and more people started to enter from the door, Yeonjun had gotten closer to you each time his arms were resting on your lap as he played with the bottom of your skirt and thighs. Leaning towards you he whispered “I wish I could have you like this all the time, so sexy.” his breath tickled your ear causing you to giggle at him catching Heeseung’s attention, “Dude she’s drunk just let her be.” he said as he took his hand down from being rested on the girl beside him. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He said as Yeonjun kept whispering sweet nothings into your ears then proceeded to kiss you on the lips making your lipstick snide, Heeseung stood up from his spot on the couch as he grabbed your hand leading you up to the bathrooms. He faced you towards the mirror and started to wipe off your smeared lipstick, “No you're gonna ruin it.” you told him as you swatted his hands away. “It already is, just let me fix it.”

Putting your hands by your side you huffed in defeat letting him continue to wipe it off, “Always so mean to me.” you whispered as your words started to become slurry. “What do you mean?” He asked as he put the lid of the toilet seat down to sit on it as he pulled you in front of him continuing to fix your makeup, “You canceled, you're ‘too busy’.” you told him as you air quoted his words. “It’s not a crime to go to a party I hope you know.” You giggled as you looked down. He grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him which caused you to blush at him, “We should get you home.” he said as he grabbed your wrist and started to leave the bathroom. Pulling the opposite way you told him “No, I wanna stay.” He had ignored every word that came out of your mouth and continued to walk out of the house as you had no choice but to leave with him. He opened the passengers side door and held the door open helping you in, as you settled in he ducked his head in while he buckled your seatbelt in for you. Not even seconds later you were passed out in his car.

Stirring in your bed you grumbled from the pounding headache that was starting to form turning over to the side to where your alarm clock usually was, wasn’t there. Sitting up you checked your surroundings as if you were in an unfamiliar room with no one else in sight, grabbing the phone on your side you realized it wasn’t even yours. 1:46am. Flipped to the camera you saw short hair that ran along your forehead, brown eyes and a hoodie that fell loosely around your body. The more your eyes focused on the camera in front of you the more you realized that the person it was showing wasn’t you, touching your face felt unfamiliar and not what you were used to seeing everyday in the mirror. Just then the phone rang, picking up the contact name read across ‘Y/n’ you tilted your head and picked up the phone. “Need to talk now, meet me at your apartment.” you were so confused “Heeseung?” a hum was heard from the screen causing you to gasp and hang up the phone immediately running outside to try and find your car. Soon enough you realized you weren’t yourself and didn’t have your car, calling the same number again “What car?” a sign was heard “The white one, please don’t crash it.” you hung up the phone once again as you walked towards the white car getting in and headed to your apartment.

Swiftly walking up the stairs you were met to see yourself waiting by the door, hearing the voice…it was yours and it said “Take any longer.” while ushering you to hurry up. Walking into your apartment you were so confused, “Am I dreaming? how fucked up did I get?” “I wish I was dreaming, I woke up and now I have tits and a pussy.” your face widened “Did you see it?!” “No but I went to the bathroom trying to pull my dick out and it wasn’t there, then looked down and saw tits and you know.” he huffed out the air as he walked over to the couch then slouched. “Wait, does that mean I have a dick?” he rolled his eyes “No, my bad I wasn’t born with a dick. Of fucking course you have a dick now.” you smirked to yourself. “I’ll be right back.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the couch. “So funny, no looking no matter what.” you nodded “Same with me, no looking. Only special people get to look, you are not one of those people.” he laughed at you “How are you not more freaked out you look so calm, is this a regular occurrence?” “No but it’s like what do you want me to do?” He shrugged.

“You think that this would be more of a problem.” you stared at him as you sat down “It is, but i’m just dreaming so when I wake up it will be all fine and I won’t have to talk to you again. Thank god.” He rolled his eyes grabbed your arm and slapped your forearm, making your eyes widen from the sudden pain “Um, ow what the fuck was that for?” “Y/n i’m being so serious, I am in your body and you are in mine. You aren’t dreaming.” He told you, scooting closer as a loud yell erupted from your throat, Heeseung was taken aback as he immediately rushed to put his hand over your mouth. When you screamed it wasn’t a high pitched girly scream it was a deep scream you forgot that you had his voice, “Shut up, I get it. I feel so lost right now.” you started to ramble on and on about what happened “Why is this happening? Can I return to my body already? Am I dying?!” he put his hand on your shoulder and told you just to breathe and calm down. “How can I calm down? We switched bodies and now I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace without seeing your dick.” He laughed as you continued to talk “I’m going through this too Y/n.” “I know but of all people why you, this is gonna suck.” he tilted his head in confusion “What do you mean, ‘me of all people’?” “Maybe you're not getting it, I don’t like you and your friends. It’s annoying how they get jealousy over everything and we never agree on things, so why wouldn’t I hate you?” He stood up and walked into your room shutting the door behind you, you walked over to the door proceeding to knock till nothing was heard anymore except him breathing you left your apartment building and started to head to his house. “Yo Heeseung.” At first you didn’t realize that he was talking to you till he pulled your shoulder making you turn around, “So how is it with you and her?” he said, nudging up on you. “Who?” he laughed “Come on man, you know. Don’t play dumb.” you shrugged as you looked at him.

It was Yeonjun.

“Y/n, last night I could barely contain myself. If you don’t even fuck her I will no doubt, so you better make a move soon.” You started to walk away as you heard him say from behind you “Don’t be mad man, by the end of the week the only thing you will be hearing is her screaming my name.” as he mimicked your moans while screaming his name then walking away giggling. What was he talking about, you continued to walk into his apartment building as you got a text it a said it was from you,

‘I know I can’t control how you feel about me but we still need to talk.’

you texted back ‘ok’ then opened the door to his apartment as the conversation between the two of you continued you realized that there was some weird feeling on his dick. You moved your phone to the side and looked down seeing the bulge of his dick in his pants starting to form, eyes widening you put your phone back in front of you and texted him ‘we have a problem’ he sent a ‘?’ back, ‘your dick is hard’ the bubbles formed at the bottom of the screen then spammed you saying. ‘Don’t’ ‘Why did you get hard?’ ‘Go take a shower.’ ‘Don’t look down’ you just respond ‘How do I get rid of it? Just come over, I don’t know what to do.’ the bubbles started to type once again but soon went away as he left you on read, not even 10 minutes later a knock was on the door you continued to walk over and open the door to reveal yourself in front of you. He walked into the apartment and into his bedroom sitting on the bed, “What do I do?” you asked, walking in behind him, “I don’t wanna look at your dick let alone touch it.” fake gagging at the words that come out of your mouth. “Fine, I'll do it. Look up, don’t look down.” Doing as he said you looked up as a buckle was heard from below you till you feel a hand on his dick causing you to moan quietly not wanting him to hear, he ran his finger along the tip of his cock just then when you shut your eyes you opened them and you were yourself again but you were face to face with his cock still in your hand.

Immediately you let go, causing him to whine from the loss of contact, “Not gonna help me?” you looked up at him “Why would I?” seeing his cock twitch from your peripheral vision he said “Stop looking at me like that, if you're not going to help.” looking away you put your hand back on him as you moved in a back and forth motion on him. His head was thrown back while his eyes rolled back along with his hips thrusted up into your hand as one of his hands held your wrist, “Please let me fuck you.” you looked up at him once more. “Make it quick.” You said as you started to undress and lay on the bed turning your head away from him, “Don’t worry, i’ve been needing you for too long I probably won’t last long anyways.” You felt a cold breeze rub along your pussy till the sudden breeze stopped as the tip of his dick was now placed at your entrance, “You 100% sure your okay with this?” you nodded and finally looked him in the eyes he looked down at you as his hips started to thrust in and out of you as your pussy started to clench around him as more and more noises fell from his lips. “Y/n, you feel so good.” He told you grunting through his teeth which was eventually put in between his lips his eyes started to roll back often, some of the times his head would roll to the side getting a good look at how his cock would move in and out of you with ease. “Tell me you love me, please.” you shook your head as you threw your head back and his thrusts became more powerful “I need to know that you don’t actually hate me.” “I do, your just going to think i’m one of your hook ups.” he started going slower making you annoyed, you had him pull out as you pushed him down onto his bed getting on top of him and bouncing on him as he thrusted up into you. “Y/n, I don’t hook up with those girls.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him and said sarcastically “Yeah, okay.” he pulled your face to his and placed his lips onto yours “I do, don’t say that I don’t, I love the way you are so passionate about this you love…” he continued as his thrusts got stronger each time he would thrust up into you, moans and grunts fell from his lips as he continued “…How you don’t take shit from people, don’t let people get to you especially those girls, how good you look every day without even trying.” you tried to believe him and you really wanted to but you didn’t know if he just said that to all of his hook ups to make them feel special. “Your so perfect, I’m gonna cum soon. Please cum with me, need to feel you cum on my cock.” You bounced on him faster which caused him to hold your hips still and thrust up into you passionately and deeper with every thrust, not to long after you felt his cum spill into you as he pulled you forward onto you hugging your body onto his. He continued to stay into you as his cock fell softer, “Can we stay like this, I don’t want this to end.”

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[itsabouttimex2]

Hi would it be alright if I request a yandere Platonic Noodlefam Headcanons please with a cherry on top 🙏

MK sets an impossible precedent for you to match. He’s stronger and far more skilled than you, serving as the mentee to the illustrious Monkey King, inheritor of compliant golden-hooped rod known as the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

When Pigsy and Tang see that one of their kids is constantly under attack from demons and monsters, it’s only natural for them to be worried about the other. MK becoming a local hero who regularly endangers himself also means that it’s entirely plausible for his friends and family to fall into the crosshairs of his enemies.

So your fathers; legal and surrogate alike, start to place new restrictions on you. No going out before or after designated times, no going out alone, they get to vet all new friends, so on.

You already weren’t allowed to date, but after their run-in with the Spider Queen teaches them that enemies will even try to seduce them to their demise, the two double down on that deal.

Sure, there were always rules to follow, but never on this level. You never minded rules like “text when you get there”, “be back before ten,” and “don’t leave Megapolis”. Those made sense, and you made sure to abide by them. And your diligence and responsibility have not only not been acknowledged, but instead tested with more rules than ever before.

This quickly breeds resentment from you to MK, because you very accurately surmise that it’s only because of your brother’s antics and adventures that your personal life has grown suddenly stifled and restrictive.

MK, obviously, is devastated. He just wants to keep you, his family, and everyone else safe, and seeing you blame him for how you’re getting treated kind of breaks his heart. Still, he doesn’t dare argue with Pigsy or Tang, in part because he actually does agree with them.

He’s your big brother, after all. Is it really that bad that he and your fathers want to keep you safe? Sure, it can get a bit lonely and frustrating for you, he won’t try and deny that. It must suck to be kept inside most of the time, especially when he runs all over and gets into incredible adventures. MK gets to cause trouble and stop evildoers on a weekly basis, and the most exciting thing you do is deliver the noodles that he was supposed to be dropping off. (The noodle cart is tagged, and so is your phone. They can’t ever be too careful, after all.)

MK is the “fun, happy kid” and you’re the “good, quiet kid”. You dutifully tend to your surrogate father’s noodle shop, biting back resentment as it swells in your chest. MK sneaks out with Mei to visit arcades and bust skulls.

A hard worker, a good listener, a skilled chef… these are all the great things that you become over time. But also, you’re bitterly jealous, overworked, and slowly grinding down to nothing with all the effort you put in.

Eventually, the exhausting duality of being put on a pedestal and held to it with shackles takes it’s due toll. All of it leads up to a massive burnout or breakdown, which shifts the dynamic severely.

If you end up burning out and end up fatigued and unmotivated, you get grilled a little too hard by your fathers, both terrified that something might be wrong or that someone might be hurting you.

It’s them. They’re the ones hurting you, but you can’t really say that. Since you can’t answer their questions honestly or explain what’s wrong, they have no idea about what they should do. Pigsy settles for treating you like you’re sick, forcing you to take several days off to stay in bed. It’s a bandaid solution, but it does accomplish something by giving you time to recuperate from the prior mentioned burnout.

Breakdowns are treated with more care and more severity. One little straw breaks your back, and then MK is getting a vicious/distraught earful about lending his duties to you without your permission, and Pigsy for allowing him to do so. Tang gets off easier on account of not being personally involved in the noodle shop’s affairs, but you call him out for calling himself your father and still allowing these things to happen.

The responses are… split, to say the least.

MK will genuinely apologize for the strain he’s been putting on you and admit that he hasn’t exactly been the greatest brother. He’ll give you a big hug and drag you to his room to hang out, ignoring your complaints and protests. You’re upset that he’s been going out too much? Then the solution is to spend more time with you! (It’s not, but at least he’s trying.)

Pigsy won’t stand for it. One of his kids, yelling at him? Absolutely not. Go to your room and calm down. (He’ll whip you up a bowl of noodles while you’re off stewing/sobbing.) Once you’ve eaten and cooled off, he’s open to an actual conversation- the end result is most likely him appointing Tang to take you out once a week or so, giving you an actual break from the monotony. Once again, not the best solution, but it’s definitely an improvement that lifts your spirits.

Tang validates your concerns by listening to them and comforting you, but doesn’t try to solve the problem at all. He offers to be your shoulder to cry on, but also acknowledges that what MK runs off to do is usually important, and can’t be avoided. But! He’s always here for you, dear. Now, come sit with him and have a bowl of noodles. Maybe he can read to you?

It’s not always so bad for you, thankfully. You’re still allowed to leave, under admittedly strict rules, for one. Pigsy also provides you a steady job, whether working with him in the kitchen or running deliveries. You interact with customers regularly, so not only are you never too lonely, they also allow you to keep in contact with customers they trust.

It could be worse. It could be better.

But it’s good enough to feel like home, to feel safe and loved, and that’s what makes it so hard to leave.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere MK #MK #Yandere Pigsy #Pigsy #Yandere Tang #Mr. Tang #Yandere Father #Yandere Brother #Noodlefam

[simpywriter]

Another chance

Pairing: Kurusu Kazuki x Reader Universe: Canon Words: 3k

Summary: having to run away from the Organization, you find yourself asking for a place to stay to two assassins and a little child.

Warnings: Canon-like violence, angst

It all happened so fast. The atrocious pain piercing through your body. A hand clutching your abdomen while the other fought against the much bigger one closed around your throat.

It was four months ago that you almost found yourself in a dead-end situation. From when you could remember you worked for the Organization, fulfilling your job to kill people and don’t ask questions. Then why did you find a file that classified you as ‘expendable’? Why did you eavesdropped a conversation of your mentor with your partner, spilling out all your weaknesses and flaws? And, for God’s sake, why did the latter seem to be aiming at your head instead of the target’s? It was then that you ran away. You were able to deceive your partner, leaving him cornered, surrounded by the reinforcements that the boss you were ordered to kill called not long ago. You left him and started to run out of the building, stealing a car and driving under the rain until you reached the pub.

«Kyutaro!», you screamed once inside. Your breathing was unsteady and your cheeks red from running «I need- They are going to- I…». You would’ve passed out on the floor if Kyu hadn’t reached you on time, bracing you by the shoulder; his expression was clouded with worry and before you could say any more he had already carried you to one of the stands. «What happened?», he asked only after making you a fuming cup of tea and making sure you were actually drinking it. «They’re going to kill me. I heard them and then they… he was…», you breathed out, voice cracking with every word. Unbeknownst to you, Kyu had heard something about some ‘cleaning work’. But he never imagined they’d hit you as their target, out of all the people. «You must hide. I know someone».

You knocked on Rei and Kazuki’s apartment that same evening. Needless to say, the surprise on the dark-haired one’s face as he eyed you: a girl soaked from the rain, with red, swollen eyes and a holster tied around her hips. He moved aside only when you uttered Kyu’s name; but you could understand his caution, with a child sleeping in one of the rooms. That night none of you slept. Kazuki pushed for you to take a shower, leaving some clean clothes on the bathroom’s counter and a plate of curry rice on the kitchen table, which you devoured with relish before the two assassins sat down in front of you, arms folded and serious gaze. You told them what happened to you. They both waited for you to finish without saying a word; Rei’s eyes darkened more and more with every second, but he didn’t give the impression of directing his anger towards you. Rather in his eyes you could see a veil of compassion, of sadness and the way he clenched his fists on the table when you mentioned his father’s name, so much that his knuckles whitened, made you immediately understand that he would never leave you in those men’s hands.

And they didn’t. During the following months the two men let you stay at their home, hiding you and putting Suwa’s men on the wrong track, with Kyu’s help.  The morning after your first meeting you were introduced to Miri, who looked at you with he big curious eyes before asking who you were to her ‘papas’; you found the little one adorable and quickly came to the conclusion that the love was mutual. She was always running around your legs, tugging to your sleeve and demanding to play with her ‘auntie’. Living with this messy and atypical family was bringing you more happiness and hope than you had felt in the past ten years.

With Kazuki you immediately felt at ease. The two of you just… clicked. Not being able to leave the apartment you tried to do as much as you could, tiding up Rei’s mess or helping Miri with her homework. Every now and then you asked Kazuki to teach you to cook and you could see his eyes light up with joy, your heart skipped a beat every time (so much that you began to ask him to check on you even when you had learned), although due to his lack of patience you often ended up bickering. The man made a habit of buying you new clothes from time to time, and even if he nodded every time you told him you’d give him his money back, he always made up some excuse to not accept it.

«You already paid for the groceries last week» «I’m going to the casino today, better not risking them all» «My wallet got wet during the last mission, I wouldn’t know where to put them»

He was so kind with you, making you laugh and refusing to leave you alone if he ever found you in a moment of discomfort, holding your hand and letting you cry on his shoulder before falling asleep on the couch. One evening it was just the two of you at home, Rei picking up Miri at a friend’s house while you were preparing dinner. Kazuki was particularly sweet, little touches, fingers grazing yours and looks lasting longer than what was usual between friends. «The chicken is almost ready», you whispered closing the oven’s door and tossing the two holders on the chopping board. There was no answer as you got up, dusting off your hands. He probably was too busy with the rice to- Your breath itched in your throat when he placed a hand on the small of your back, his palm’s warmth spread through the thin fabric of your shirt, setting your skin on fire. «Kazuki what…?»

He quickly turned you around, words dying before reaching your lips as he gripped your hips, hoisting you on the counter and trapping your body against his. You yelled, gripping his shoulder out of instinct and feeling his muscles tense up under your touch. «What the… What are you doing?» Still no answer. His hair fell in front of his eyes, hiding them from your view; you could only see his parted lips as he inhaled slowly, every breath grazing your face. «You don’t have the slightest idea what you’re making me feel, do you?» Your eyes widened, one of his hands had moved, tracing circles with his fingers on your spine. Instinctively you brought your arms around his neck, a knot formed in your stomach hearing his voice: he wasn’t just talking to you, there was something in his voice, in the way his body trembled in your grip… he was so much more beneath the surface.

«Rei, Miri… you. You are my second chance», his voice was only a whisper, words exhaled into the thin space between you «I can’t let them hurt you, not again. I won’t allow it». «It won’t happen. I feel safe here. With you». He inhaled loudly, letting you pull him against you, almost completely nullifying the space between your two bodies. Your chest rose and fell quickly against his in anticipation. «Kazuki I…». You didn’t finish the sentence, he put a hand behind your neck pulling you towards him, towards his trembling lips.

«Kazu-papaaaaa» The two of you hastily parted with a gasp, leaving behind only the bitterness of the touch not happened, just in time for the enthusiastic child and her dad to turn the corner of the living room. «Miriii», Kazuki ran to greet the little girl right away, taking her in his arms and immediately stripping himself of that vulnerability that he was showing only to you. «How was your day, little one?» You felt Rei’s gaze on you. It was hard to made up an excuse to hide what was happening from him… and in any case, it was all so fresh in your mind that you wouldn’t even be able to invent something plausible. «Auntie, do you know you can’t sit there?»

That happened one day before Miri’s mother arrival. It ripped out your heart to see the little girl departing. Rei and Kazuki’s reaction were even more heartbreaking, soon followed by Rei’s return to his ‘home’. And then the hell broke out. Kyu called you one night you were home alone, yelling about Miri being in danger and Kazuki running to save her. You didn’t wait a second, rushing to the address the spy told you.

You lose the grip on the gun as soon as Ogino kicked you in the stomach. It was just a matter of moments, you couldn’t even take aim for his head that the killer was lifting your body from the floor by the neck, fingers almost sinking into the skin. Kazuki was struggling to get on his feet and reach him, but his body was giving up under the wounds of the fight, «I swear if you lay a hand on her I…» «R-Run…» you spit out, feeling Ogino’s grip getting even tighter, his empty faze hid the pleasure of feeling your breathing getting more and more labored «Take M-Miri and… run!» «No! I ca-!» The sounds of the police sirens interrupted you all. Your lip cracked upwards as you smugly eyed the clenched jaw of the hitman before you «Time’s up, ass-hole».

«I’ll claim your last words next time. For now, I’ll settle for hers». The man turned to look at Kazuki one last time before he shot you in the stomach, dropping your body that hit the ground with a thud, making you scream in pain. Your voice covered the blonde man yelling your name while behind him you took a glimpse of Ogino escaping through the window. Your head throbbed, the injured shoulder kept sending bolts of pain throughout your body and your vision was populated by black dots, sight blurred by the blow to the head from the fall. Someone was picking you up, you could feel the air around you moving faster as you tried with all your will to focus on the face in front of you.

«Listen to me!», Kazuki’s eyes were a mask of terror «It’s okay, we are going to take to somewhere safe» You could feel his hand frantically tamponing your wound, the warm blood slipping past his fingers; but he ignored the disgusting feeling, he ignored the pain from the gunshot, all that mattered to him was being able to save you. You just couldn’t die. «It’s okay, we… Kyu we need to-» ��Kazuki» «The hospital, if you take her to the hospital right now…» «Kazuki…» «They’re going to patch you up. It’s just a scratch, nothing serio-» «Kazu!» He stopped right there, a hand still busy on your stomach, while the other absentmindedly caressed the back of your neck. You were pale, so damn pale.

«It’s alright. It should have been like this from the start», your voice was horribly feeble, completely different from the passionate tone he was used to. The calmness with which he spoke was like a knife slipping slowly between his ribs, piercing his heart just as slowly. «No…» «You need to take Miri somewhere safe. She’s more important» «You matter to me. You are… my second chance too». You wanted to wipe away the tears that were flowing down his cheeks, but your arms felt too heavy, fighting against your drooping eyelids was already too much.  All you could do was smile at him, fighting against yourself to hold on until the last moment. «You’re good», you whispered, strength leaving you quickly «You’ve been so good with me…» «Don’t-» «I’m sorry if I’ll make Miri cry…». You wanted to say something else, but the words kept dying in your throat «You won’t. Are you listening to me? You won-!», he stopped mid-sentence when he saw your eyes closed.

He called your name, softly, he just couldn’t bring himself to scream. He called a second time, a third, a fourth… the fifth time was a sob. You were in his arms, motionless, the bleeding hadn’t stopped and your clothes were soaked in red. It was not real, it couldn’t be. Not again, not again, not again!

«Kazuki, we need to go before the real police arrive», Kyu was delicately holding Miri’s sleeping body, anxiously waiting outside the apartment’s door. Kazuki was still bent over your body, refusing to let you on the ground, only for the police to find you in an unnamed flat. No, it wasn’t going to be like this. He blinked back the tears, lifting his head. This time was different. «I’m not letting this happen again». And with a groan of pain, he lifted you up in his arms.

When you woke up, you quickly recognized the room you slept in for months as a runaway, the feeling of the sheets’ fabric between your fingers fulfilling your heart with relief. You remember the shot, Kazuki tamponing your wound, but then it was totally dark. «You’re awake», you turned towards the voice. Kyu was closing the door behind him, holding a package of bandages and a clean cloth in his hands, which he placed on the bedside table next to a bottle of disinfectant. «What happened? I just remember that Ogino shot me and-» «You made it by miracle», very carefully the man helped you sit up, arranging the pillows behind your back «Do you think you can stay sit for a while? I need to change your bandages».

You nodded, taking off your shirt with Kyu’s help and letting him untie the knot behind your back. «How long did I sleep?» «Several days. We’ve been hiding for a while, Kazuki and Rei brought you home last night», you felt a pang at the names of the two assassins. «Where are they? How is Miri? Ogino ha- AH!», Kyu quickly grabbed your shoulders, preventing you from turning around too quickly. «Stay still. I’m not going to fix you if you fall out of the bed», you hissed when he started to clean the wound with the disinfectant-soaked cloth, gripping hard onto the blanket «Miri is fine. Rei and Kazuki went to the Organization» «They what?!», but the sudden jolt caused you another twinge of pain «Shit!» «I told you not to move». Even Kyu found it funny how you pouted when someone scolded you, and this was one of those moments. ‘Good’, he thought as he went back to wrapping the new bandages around your abdomen ‘That means she’s fine’. «They called me, everything went smoothly. They went to Miri’s recital», the man quickly added, feeling you trembling with concern next to him; you sighed, relieved, letting Kyu finish his work without saying anything else.

As you straightened your shirt you heard the front door close as Miri’s voice filled the apartment, «Shhh Miri, the auntie is sleeping» «We’re in the bedroom!», Kyu anticipated you, throwing the dirty bandages into the bin next to the bedside table. There was a rushing sound of three pair of feet throughout the corridor, that stopped only when they opened the door. It was almost comical, two assassins adults, dressed up as Santa Claus, and a four year old child standing on the edge of your bedroom, while you tried to hide your wound from the little girl. You immediately met Kazuki’s eyes, that shone with something you were pretty sure was more than relief; you saw him opening the mouth to talk but was quickly interrupted by Miri’s excited screams as she climbed in the bed to sit in front of you.

«Autie, you’re good! Rei-papa said you were sick! You sleeeeeeept so much. Was it because the boo?», she looked at you with her big curious hues and it was just a matter of luck if you were able to hold back the tears. «Yes, it was. But now I’m okay», you whispered, caressing the girl’s head and sweetly tousling her hair «I’m so, so sorry I couldn’t come to your recital». The happiness didn’t dissipate from her eyes, Kazuki placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at you with an understanding gaze, «I’m sure auntie will be really happy to hear your song» «Really???» «Of course I’ll be!», you interjected, giving Miri the biggest and most sincere smile. «Tomorrow you can sing for me and then tell me everything of this evening».

The child was ready to start her number right there, but as she staggered to stay on her little feet on the mattress Rei caught her, lifting her body from under the arms and holding her to his chest, eliciting a high-pitched giggle from her. «I’m sure she’s still a little tired. Let’s go see tonight’s photos» As the two walked out, Kyu following close behind, you heard Miri exclaim «Can we play Morio Kart??» «I didn’t charge the controllers» «EH????». The door closed behind them and you two were left alone.

«Nice costume», Kazuki chuckled, getting rid of the Santa Claus jacket and loosely hanging it on the chair’s back. He sat down on the bed, gaze lost in front of him, to everyone else he would’ve been appeared calm, but you immediately noticed the soft trembling of his shoulders, the way his head hung lightly forward, to shield his eyes with his falling locks, how his hand gripped tightly on the edge of the mattress. He was similar to how he looked that night in the kitchen.

«Kazuki» «I was terrified», he started «You were dead. Technically your heart was still beating when we arrived at Kyu’s house but… your body was like a corpse». You didn’t interrupt him, waiting for him to continue «It’s just… when he shot you I felt like I was reliving it all over again. I was going to lose someone I care for because of my work. Again, my fault» Uncertainly you brought your hand towards his, as soon as you grazed it the man rushed to take your palm in his, intertwining your fingers. You were really glad he wasn’t looking directly at you, because your face had turned red from neck to ears. ‘God, don’t let him feel my pulse’ «What I’m trying to tell you it’s…», his shoulders shook more evidently and you urged forward to place a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, glossy eyes fixed on your face, his look so intense that it made you feel almost naked under his gaze. «I’m not ready to lose you. I will never be».

«I can’t lose you too, Kazuki. I want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy». He gave you a sweet smile for the first time since the night you almost died. «Stay with me», he whispered, and although your heart was pounding right in your throat it was not difficult for you to breath a “yes” back. No one burst through the door this time, as Kazuki grabbed you by the back of your neck, making your lips meet in an almost desperate kiss. He was still trembling, you could feel it, but the way he kissed you was enough to make sure he was alright. After all, you were alive. Your tongue pierced through his lips, not bothering to ask for permission; Kazuki couldn’t be more than glad to feel you so much against him. His arm sneaked around your back, gently leading you to lie down on the mattress, soon followed by him.

He had practically set you on fire, but as you moved to grant him even more contact a shock of pain interrupted the heavenly feeling you were basking in. «Oh God, did I hurt you?», he panicked, quickly looking for signs of hurt on your face. «Don’t worry, I’m fine», you giggled, taking his face in your hands «But maybe we should wait a little longer for this. Especially until Miri isn’t home». Kazuki let out a breathy laugh «You’re right. Sadly». He laid down on his side, wrapping you in a needy hug, careful not to mess around with your wound again; you could see the softness behind his eyes as he smiled at you. «You’re cute», you whispered, amused by the blonde reaction when he tried to hide the blush on his cheeks burying his face into your neck and uttering a “Stooop” in a whiny tone.

Yes. He was really cute.

| The End |

Thank you so much for reading! If you liked this one-shot you can leave a like or a comment and if you have time you can check my Ao3. Hope you enjoyed!

#buddy daddies #kurusu kazuki #rei suwa #miri unasaka #buddy daddies x reader #buddy daddies spoilers #kurusu kazuki x reader #kurusu kazuki x you #kurusu kazuki x y/n #ryo ogino #kyutaro kugi #buddy daddies kyutaro

[jeidafei]

Komui's Lounge: Vol. 28 (Part 4/4)

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Q16: I would like to know if Hoshino-sensei ever felt super hyped while drawing a scene?

Hoshino: Lavi’s “Infinite Flame!! (火加減無し!!)” scene (vol.13)

(T/N: Lavi vs Road battle, below)

Lavi: Whoa! Hoshino just popped outta nowhere!

Allen: Goes to show we’re already screwed in regards to the word count, I guess.

Hoshino: If you know, then watch it!

Reever: She was also pretty hyped during Krory’s “I don’t need no coffin” scene, as well (Vol.11). (T/N: Krory vs Jasdevi battle. Thanks @looniecartooni for the raw!)

Q17: So Jasdevi has been called “monster” before?

Lenalee: Krory did mention them when we had a tea party some time ago. “Those Noah twins and I, we’re similar, so I have this feeling we’d meet again someday,” he said. I guess he must have been thinking what you’re thinking at some point.

Lavi: They’re weirdly simple-minded for their age. I guess it’s possible they’re nursing a wound in their heart.

Q18: Are there ever instances where a new accommodator eventually appeared for the Innocence shards of exorcists who died in the line of duty?

Reever: Yeah. Loads of them, in fact. Next!

Lavi: That was quick!

Allen: Mr. Reever, are they that strict about the word count limit this time?

Reever: The designer’s already at their limit from the looks of it, Allen. Whether we get to do this Lounge again next volume could depend on this!

Q19: Does Fo consume human food?

Allen: Fo doesn’t eat anything. That’s what I’ve heard back at the Asian Branch.

Lavi: Aaah, the Asian Branch’s Guardian Deity system is so interesting, really. Even Bookmen of old regarded the Chang Clan as a subject requiring special attention. Any clues on why they had their guardian deity take the form of a young lady?

Allen and Lenalee: Eh? No.

Kanda: …Didn’t Branch Head Bak’s great-grandfather who created the Guardian Deity system have it take the form of his late daughter?

Lavi: Wait, so Yu knew!

Reever: Who have you heard that from, Kanda?

Kanda: Alma said so.

Q20: A question for Allen-kun! If Kanda and General Cross were drowning in a river and you could save only one, whom would you save?

Reever: Al~righty!! Let’s wrap it up with this question.

Lavi: Welp, can’t be helped!! Welp, can’t be helped!! (T/N: Try reading it with a rhythm XD)

Allen: There must have been a better one in there! Come on!

Lenalee: Looks like Ms. Hoshino’s so nervous about the word count, she’s on the verge of a panic attack…(sweating). Let’s make do with this one for her, okay?

Kanda: If she’s gonna panic that much, then don’t do this Lounge thing, then.

Allen: No can do, huh…Or rather, these two don’t look like they’d ever find themselves drowning, seriously! Erm...Let’s see…I’ll save Master.

Lavi: And your reason behind that?!

Allen: Because Master could’ve been squirreling away the secret stash I’ve been saving!

Reever: Aaaaand we’re done! Thank you so much for being with us today! Now break it up! Chop chop! (Two big handclaps)

Lenalee: Would be nice if we managed to scrape a pass on the word count this time.

Allen: Which I reckon…we probably didn’t…

Lavi: Gave it our best shot, though……Alas, poor Hoshino……

Closing T/N:

Aaaand that’s it! Thank you so much for all your comments and tags. I had so much fun reading them.

@shashaspeaks The original Japanese dialogue for Allen cussing is the following:

ラビてめぇこの野郎なに口走ってんだよコラァ（ドス声）

(Rabi temee kono yarou nani kuchi hashitten dayo koraa//threatening voice).

It’s written with no punctuation, likely indicating he said it all in one breath XD.

//Don’t even get me started on Lenalee’s records gaaaaah what’s up now, Hoshino-sensei?!!

@candy-crackpot Again, thanks for the raws! Also super happy someone got my sneaky ATLA reference XD.

//Don’t worry, I know Komurin’s weakness is at the nape.

//Nah I think Cross is fascinated by the heartbeat of living beings precisely because he doesn’t have one. /ooooohh I think General Tiedoll would have approved of that burn.

//Highest Sci. Div. turnover rate prolly during Akuma Egg arc /oof!

@sauvechouris Yeah, I’m confused about the “kids OK but lovers NO-K” thing too. Like aren’t kids supposed to be even harder to leave behind, idk? LOL poor Bookman’s children, must have been one hell of a Daddy’s Issue for you all. Anyway, Past!Allen is Bookman’s kid headcanon anyone lmao?

@metiredlr YAAAAAAS MILF LINK

#d gray man #dgm #dgrayman #d gray #komuislounge #komui's lounge #dgm vol 28

[spectacular-supernova]

Re: Concert Unwritten Rules - Need Help

Nova! I'm gonna attend the very first (and probably the last) concert in my life! I guess that your CONRT exp must be quite high, so I was wondering if you've amassed some sort of unwritten rules and observations about concert attendance so that I don't accidentally ruin someone's experience out of ignorance or something.

Is it allowed to wave your arms? Shall I collect every trash in the same row I'm sitting in after it's over? How do you tell someone to stop putting flash on their cameras usually?

Or just your general observations about concerts that you wish more people will understand!

Thanks a bunch!

Ooh! I’ve been quite blessed to have gone to a handful of concerts these last few years, so I’d like to think you’ve come to the right person 👀

To answer your questions:

1) It is 100% allowed and even encouraged to stand up and wave your arms like crazy! The fact about concerts is you’re among people who love the music just as much as you do- chances are they‘ll be dancing around too ✌️ Fair warning: if you’re in seats, it’s not uncommon to be placed in front of people who’d prefer to stay seated. You won’t be pestered for it in most cases though- most would agree you’re within your right to enjoy the concert however you want, even if they grumble about it a little to themselves. If you’re ever unsure of what to do though, you can always just follow the flow of the crowd. Even concertos can get rowdy in the right circumstances <(~w~)/

2) This is a very kind gesture that would almost certainly be appreciated by the custodial staff, and I’d hate to steer you away from it. If you have the means to pick up multiple pieces of trash, why not! That said, it’s already a huge help to only pick up after yourself,

3) I’ve found a pretty polite way to ask someone to turn their flash off is first to inform them that their flash is on. If it was unintentional, they’ll probably thank you and turn it off. If it was intentional however, you could always ask them to please tilt it in a way that isn’t blinding you lol. I think the key is to keep your comments lighthearted. That said there are sometimes moments where it is encouraged to have your flash on, but hopefully they’ll be shining it at the band and not in your face!

I’m trying to think of any other nugget of information I may have for ya… I guess if you come across any grumpy-looking people, try not to take their behavior too much to heart? Some people don’t like to get up, and others have RBF. My sister doesn’t get up at concerts if she doesn’t recognize the song for example, and she gets anxious in large crowds which causes her to look a little grumpy. It doesn’t mean she’s judging everyone else for having a good time! She’s just overstimulated and trying to ground herself by staying still.

Oh, another tip would be to carry some earplugs. Don’t worry, it won’t block out the music! If anything it kind of amplifies it? But anyway it’s solely for protecting your eardrums from particularly loud sounds and cheers and speakers. I don’t anticipate you developing damage to your hearing after just one concert so if you opt out it’s no big deal. That said, I always walk out of concerts with ringing ears when I forget to bring my earplugs, so if this happens to you, here’s a tip: You can minimize/eliminate the ringing by placing your palms over your ears, and drumming lightly on the back of your head for at least 15 seconds. That should do the trick! If not, a simple good night’s rest should be enough to get things back in order.

Hmm what else… I guess the only other thing I can think of is to take care around mosh pits? You mentioned seats so you should be ok, but a mosh pit may happen whenever people are standing shoulder to shoulder on an open floor. It’s basically a little mob of people running around shoving each other in a circle. It’s not hard to avoid, the crowd naturally forms a big enough circle to accommodate for it, but if you ever find yourself too close to the action, no one will be offended if you guide/push people who stumble too close to you back into the circle. Take care of yourself though!

Uhmmm… it’s become standard practice for artists to pretend to end a show then come back for the true finale once the audience asks for an encore, so make sure to linger in case another song starts playing 👀 Unless you want to get to your transportation early to beat the traffic haha. Also, I’ve only ever seen one artist come back for two encores, so if the artist leaves after the first encore it’s probably safe to assume they’re done. Especially if the brighter event lights used for visibility come back on.

That’s all I can think of at the moment… I’ll have to consult my other concert going friends for any tips I may have missed… otherwise! I hope this helped somewhat :)

#ask Nova anything #hope this helped a little! I’d love to hear about the concert when you come back #hopefully I’m not too late with this response tho haha..

[putschki1969]

Hi Puts!

Hope you are well.

I really want to save up the money and see the next YK Live (and hear all the FJ vocalists, including Keiko and hopefully Hikaru) , but I’ve heard that tickets are really hard to get in Japan. I’m not sure if it’s true, but I’ve heard that only FC members are allowed to buy tickets, plus there’s some kind of a “lottery” so there’s no guarantee you will receive the ticket even if you paid for it? Sounds bizarre to me, but knowing Japan’s many peculiarities, not too out of the world.

Have you ever been to YK Live before? And if not, as a person who’s had experience going to lives in Japan, could you please tell me if the process is actually that cumbersome? 🤔

Thanks a lot in advance!

Hello there! I am good! Thank you! Took the day off to watch Wakana's FC events XD

As for your question〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

I wish I could give you better news but unfortunately, it is indeed quite the challenge to get your hands on a Japanese concert ticket.

The biggest hurdle is by far the so-called “Ticket Playguide” regsitration system. There are various authorised ticket agencies such as e+, Lawson Ticket, Ticket Pia or Kyodo Tokyo which handle almost all events and where you can apply for tickets. As far as I know, all of those services currently require a verified registration via phone number in order to be able to take part in advanced ticket sales. This is where foreigners are already at a huge disadvantage because we can’t just get a Japanese phone number to verify our accounts. The verification process typically includes an SMS or call so it is imperative to actually have an active SIM inside of Japan. A few years back, I managed to get my e+ account verified with the help of a friend in Japan. I have not used the other services in quite a while.

One more big hindrance is the region block that’s in place in some form or another at almost all the above mentioned agencies. Certain sites will actually keep you from even accessing their service outside of Japan so without a VPN, you have no chances at all. Then there are sites that will generally allow you to go through the entire application/purchasing process but then they will only offer Japanese payment options which is yet another big “f*ck you” to foreigners.

So unless you are in Japan or have someone in Japan who is willing to help you out, these are the biggest challenges you will have to deal with before you can even start thinking about fan clubs and lotteries.

Regarding the ticketing process itself, it’s not as bad as you’ve been told. It’s true that it is mostly lottery based but don’t worry, you are only applying for a ticket in those lotteries. You are not actually paying for them until you have received your positive results. If you didn’t win a ticket, you obviously won’t be paying anything. Also, while the lottery application is generally considered to be a binding purchase offer, there are no real consequences for not following through with the payment. So if - for whatever reason - you don’t pay until the deadline, your assigned ticket will simply be cancelled. However, I must stress that this shouldn’t be done too frequently because ticket agencies might suspend your account for fraudulent conduct.

Now there are different stages to every ticket sale so you have multiple opportunities to try your luck. It usually starts with one or two rounds of an advanced fan club lottery at a specific ticket agency. Obviously those require a fan club membership. Depending on the number of tickets available and fellow FC members you are competing with, your chances of winning a ticket can be pretty high or rather slim. If it’s an event with various participating artists with their own FCs, it’s possible to have several different FC lotteries which can increase the likelihood of winning a ticket. Only a certain amount of tickets is reserved for FC lotteries so there will always be more available after those exclusive lotteries have finished. Please note that FC seats are assigned at random like all other seats so they are usually not better (unless you are lucky).

Next we typically have up to two or three rounds of a general advanced lottery at a bunch of the above mentioned ticket services. Everyone with a registered account on these sites can apply for tickets. 

Last but not least, there is a general sale where you actually purchase a ticket right away and don’t participate in a lottery. After the previous rounds there is usually not much left, so the general sale tickets get sold out rather quickly if it is a popular event.

Since it does happen quite frequently that people apply for tickets but don’t actually pay for them (especially if they have tried their luck at different agencies), there are sometimes additional lotteries or sales announced. There might even be a same-day sale at the venue where they wanna get rid of some left-over tickets. If there is a particularly high demand and tickets are sold out pretty early, the event organisers might make extra seats available in areas with poor visibility.

I hope this shed some light on the matter. At the end of the day it really all boils down to being reliant on the help of someone in Japan. Btw, I have not been to a YKL in Japan yet. The only time I attended one was back in 2019 when Keiko had her big comeback. I decided to go for the live in Taiwan  because for that you were actually able to get priority seats if you paid a little extra. I had some super kind fans from Taiwan help me get everything sorted out. By myself, I probably wouldn’t have been able to do it.

#kalafina #reply #keiko #hikaru #yuki kajiura #kajiura yuki #ticket playguide #tickets

[anabsolutefreak]

Chapter 8: The Bard, the Hag, and the Hunter

This is a canon adjacent full campaign based story involving my original TAV character, the full BG3 crew and, of course, our favorite undead high elf. I created this story to help me get through an exceptionally difficult time in my life and so, you might notice Tav's story is a little more atypical than some. Be advised that the story I have created has some mature themes including violence, kink, mental health and self harm. I will be placing warnings on each individual chapter when any of these themes are included so please be aware. I hope you enjoy. Summary: Our favorite group of D&D misfits discuss the VERY SURPRISING revelation about the pale elf. ;) Then, Embrae meets Alfira before setting out to meet the strange Auntie Ethyl. No big warnings on this one except for some mentions of violence. Also, warning: smut has been written, finally and will be coming soon. Am I excited about my first time smut writing? Yes, indeed I am. I hope you will be too!

Shadowheart tutted at Embrae as she looked at her neck. “I thought you someone with good judgment, you know.” she scolded as she handed her a ruby potion and ordered her to drink. “Letting a vampire drink you— you must have a death wish.” Embrae had entered Shadowheart’s tent that morning head bowed, lackluster blush on her face as she explained what she needed. 

“Well, he didn’t kill me.” She pointed out.

She scoffed. “If he had gone any longer he very well might have. What were you thinking?” Light emanated from her hands, moving up and down Embrae’s body. 

“I don’t know— honestly,” replied Embrae closing her eyes as a sensation of warmth passed through her body. “I guess I— I just wanted to help.”

“Well, next time, direct him to a bandit camp. He can drain a few would-be enemies for us instead of leaving you a weak, bloodless mess.” 

“Hmm,” Embrae said happily. Shadowheart was a wonderful healer, she thought. She had woken feeling dizzy and unwell. She was already feeling much better. “Did you know, Shadowheart?”

“Know?”

“About Astarion.”

“Oh, that.” She smiled, rare good humor piercing her dour veil. “I was reasonably sure. He’s not exactly— subtle.” 

Embrae giggled. “That’s what I told him… he thought it was a secret.”

“Who thought what was a secret?” Karlach asked, poking her head into the tent. “Sorry!” she said grinning. “ I wanted to be sure you were good. You looked a little tipsy walking up here. Too much to drink last night?” She winked. 

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, “it wasn’t her who had too much to drink.”

Understanding touched Karlach’s yellow eyes. “Ooooh. Fangs got you, did he? Need me to string him up by the ankles for you, friend?” 

“You did know!” 

“Well— yeah. I thought everyone did.”

“Me too. He didn’t.”

“Ha! No way. This is gonna be good.” She bounded out of the tent, Shadowheart and Embrae following. 

“Oi, fangs!” Called Karlach over towards Astarion who stood over at the other side of camp, reading. 

He shut his book with a snap and glared over at her. “You not talking to me?” He asked cooly, walking over to them. 

“Well, of course I am. Been nipping off our resident panther girl, haven’t ya? I hope you at least asked first.”

His eyes shot towards Embrae, “You told them?”

Embrae flushed. “No- I—”

“Astarion, I’ve known you for about 24 hours and I already knew your big secret. Anyone who didn’t is probably just a bit thick.”

The tips of Astarions ears turned red. He must have fed well, thought Embrae.

He sniffed, affecting an unconcerned attitude but she could see worry in his eyes. “Well, I suppose I’m just glad you didn’t come at me with torches and pitchforks.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it Fangs. We’re all a bit odd in this group. Got an engine from the hells in my chest myself and we all know these half-elves have more secrets than a politician with a second family. Shadowheart and Embrae both flushed, glancing ruefully at each other. 

Lae’zel had walked up to Astarion, drawn in by the conversation. “Just see that your teeth stay far away from my neck, vampire, or you’ll be wearing your blood on the outside.” She sniffed. “Otherwise, I see no good reason to break our alliance.” 

“Charming,” muttered Astarion, leaning ever so slightly away from the gythyanki woman. 

The group dispersed, all except Embrae, who followed the vampire back to his tent. “I swear I didn’t tell them,” she told them. “Although I would have had to. They do deserve to know who they’re traveling with.” 

He turned to her, eyes assessing, brighter than she was used to seeing them. “Oh, it’s all out in the open now, and I’m not unhappy about it. It’s a tough secret to keep after all— and apparently, I didn’t keep it nearly as well as I had assumed.” 

“Well,” she said thoughtfully. “Is it true vampires can’t see their own reflections?” 

“Indeed. Why?”

“Well, that’s probably why you didn’t realize that it was a little… apparent.” 

He frowned, looking displeased by the thought. “No one ever seemed to notice in Baldur’s Gate. Then again, I was more for the nightlife back home. Perhaps in the dim light— and most of my, erm, friends were quite inebriated. 

“At the Drunken Mermaid, for example. Yes, they would have been.” 

He stared at her. 

“Oh come on, I knew I’d seen you somewhere before! Pretty sure I saw a few vampires there while I was—entertaining. You always seemed to be entertaining someone different yourself ” Embrae’s smile faltered a bit. 

Astarion looked away. “Spawn, he corrected. We aren’t true vampires. Just the spawn of one.”

“Oh, is that why you can walk in the sun? Because you’re not a true vampire?”

“Oh no! I should be cinders in this light!” He looked up, stretching luxuriously, like a cat in a window. “This tadpole— someone has gone and changed the rules. I can even wade into running water now— enter homes without any sort of invitation. It’s— it’s a strange type of freedom, knowing you’ll have to give it up unless you want to sprout tentacles.”

“It’s a bit of a catch-22 for you isn’t it?”

“Pardon”

“It means you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Ah well, I suppose I’ve been damned from the moment my former master, Cazador, turned me. Certainly, the last 200 years have proven that.”

“But you don’t have to go back to your master— even if you can’t walk in the sun, right?”

“I— I don’t know. A vampire master has a sort of bond with his creations. He can control them-- completely… I never was able to resist his commands. But now, I’ve been conveniently lost,” he said spreading his hands wide. “I never wish to bow to that bastard’s demands again.”

He compels them, thought Embrae. She shivered. 

“Are you cold, darling? How are you feeling? I may have gotten a bit— overeager last night.”

“I’m fine. Shadowheart helped fix me up. Just a bit dizzy.” 

“It’ll pass. Just be thankful a spawn like my good self can’t turn you like a true vampire can.”

Spawn, thought Embrae. She really disliked that word. It made her think of something less than, something unimportant and subservient. She couldn’t imagine the man who stood in front of her as any of those things. If anything, he was larger than life, especially puffed up on sass and sarcasm as he always seemed to be. 

“We’re going to have to find a way to keep you fed, Astarion.”

“Well, you know what I am now. I suppose you wouldn’t object to me draining an enemy of ours on occasion-- I mean, they’ll be just as dead if I don’t. But no innocents... you have my word."

“No, I don’t object to that,” she laughed. “But I don’t want to wake up to your teeth in my neck, not unless we talk about it first.”

“Of course!” He grinned seductively at her. That seems eminently reasonable… I shall wait patiently until you suggest we— dine together.” His eyes grazed Embrae’s neck and she shuddered. His grin widened as he noticed the reaction. 

Oh, she realized. I am in trouble.

“Come on,” she said. “We need to get ready to head to the grove again. Wyll mentioned there might be a blacksmith who can help Karlach with her engine there and I wanted to see about trading with the merchants there before we look into the goblin camp.”

Within the hour they were off. Shadowheart, having decided to stay examine the tadpole with Gale in the hopes of finding what made it tick decided not to accompany them. Instead, Lae’zel and Karlach accompanied her and Astarion. Karlach was over the moon at the chance to meet someone who might have answers for her, who could cool down her engine a bit. Imagine not being able to touch someone, thought Embrae glancing at the happy-go-lucky tiefling. Then she flushed remembering the previous night. That was the most physical contact she had had from anyone in over two years. Well, almost… What was her excuse? Was that why she kept thinking about it? Why she was willing to do it again? 

Lae’zel followed with her endless stream of complaints about the “Teethlings and druids being a waste of time” and finding the gythyanki crech. Embrae wondered, not for the first time why Lae’zel hadn’t decided to pursue that path on her own. Perhaps she too loathed the idea of being alone, unlikely as that seemed. 

The gate opened for them with little hesitation once they arrived. They stopped a while and haggled with a dwarf merchant haggling and trading with bits and bobs they carried in overflowing packs as well as gold for supplies and food. By the end, they were even able to buy a new dagger for Astarion, whose original had been chipped against a rock during his last fight. The next stop was the blacksmith, a good-natured Tiefling called Dammon who knew a thing about infernal machinations.

“I don’t know if I can contain it indefinitely Karlach. Outside of the Hells, it will only become more unstable—”

“I’m not going back.” she cut in bluntly. 

“Well, the good news, is that I can cool it down with the right supplies. But it’s a bit rare. Infernal metal. It’s not the easiest to find but not impossible. I've heard rumors of where one might find it. Here, let me mark it on your map. Bring it and I won’t even charge ya.” The shorter tiefling grinned up at her. 

“Will it— will it cool me down enough to touch someone?” The words made her seem oddly vulnerable. That was the thing about Karlach though; she didn’t seem to mind wearing her feelings out in the open. She was probably the most refreshingly honest and open person in the group, mused Embrae. 

“I believe it could cool you down enough. Yes”

“Aw brilliant!” she beamed. “I’d hug you or shake your hand but, ah well, you know. Guess we’ll have to keep our eye out.”

“If it’s around we’ll find it,” said Astarion stiffly. “I’m not one to miss out on good treasure.” 

“Thanks, mate,” she laughed. I feel better already. 

“Well, I don’t suppose there’s anything else we need here is there?” Embrae asked the others. 

“Wait, before we go, I’m starving. I smell grub up that way. No offense to Gales's cooking but I could use something um, different. ”

“Yes,” hissed Lae’zel. “Then let us find something that has flavor.”

“I for one have had my fill of flavor for a while,” said Astarion, looking at Embrae suggestively. “But do carry on.”

“Just have to make things awkward don’t you.”

He grinned. 

The smell Karlach mentioned led them to a large cooking pot. An older tiefling woman stood over it sprinkling spices into it and mixing. 

“Well, good morning! I’ve been hearing all about you strangers and your heroic deeds. Defending the grove from goblins is hungry work. Would you care for a bowl?”

Karlach, Lae’zel, and Embrae accepted gratefully. It smelled mouthwatering— and spicy. Astarion declined, stating he had already had a quite satisfying meal. Embrae flushed and rolled her eyes. As they were about to find a place to sit and eat, an older human woman shuffled up from the tent beside them. Well hello, my lovelies. I wanted to come and introduce myself. I’m Auntie Ethyl. If you need any healing or potions, I’d be happy to whip you something up. 

“You’re a healer?” Asked Embrae cautiously. The woman seemed sweet enough but there was a curious gleam in her eyes. 

“Och, nothing so spectacular. But I know my way a bit around old cures and potions. Even cued old Zevlor of his receding hairline,” she said conspiratorily. “But you’ve got something a bit more serious don’t you?” Her gaze became intent, birdlike almost and Embrae fought not to take a step back. “You’ve got the most unusual— essence around you dearie. More unusual even than the little vampling sulking behind you I’d wager.”

“Does everyone know?” growled Astarion testily. “Gods.” 

“Hmph. I’ve seen my fair share of your kind before dearie. Although one walking about in the sun without so much as a sizzle is a new one even for me. But you though, she said staring intently again at Embrae. You’re something different. I can tell.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” said Embrae ignoring the feeling of her companion's eyes on her neck.“I’m just a half-elf.”

Auntie Ethyl cackled mischievously. “Of course you are, pet! But there’s no just about you. Tell you what, come see me at my home. We’ll talk some more, maybe even see about getting those pesky little parasites removed, hmm?”

“How did you—?”

“Shhh dearie. Plenty of time for questions later. I’ll mark the place for you. She raised a finger to Embrae’s forehead and a perfect image of a map unfolded in her mind's eye. Then Auntie Ethyl disappeared into a cloud of smoke. 

“Well,” said Astarion. “She seems positively demented. “Let’s go find her!”

“I don’t know, Astarion,” said Karlach. “She kind of gives me the creeps.”

“Same,” asgreed Embrae. “But if she knows something— anything about these tadpoles. I think it’s worth a try.”

Lae’zel growled. “Perhaps we’ll turn before I manage to convince to to pursue the real cure. But fine. Let’s go see this— mad woman.”

“Can we please eat first?” whined Karlach. 

Embrae laughed. “Yes, let’s go sit down. My feet are already killing me.”

They found a spot away from almost everyone to settle into the grass and enjoy the sun. They ate while the vampire elf basked in his forbidden sunshine. Embrae smiled a little at the sight of him. Since feeding on her the previous night, she really had thought he looked more relaxed. Happy she remembered him saying. Happy, she thought to herself as she took another bite of the hot soup— tieflings certainly don't hold back with their spice, do they? 

She looked up the path. She was sure she had just heard a voice. “Dance among the stars tonight— Dammit.” The sound of lute strings, then the timid singing once again. Someone was trying and struggling to write a song, she realized with some sympathy. She stood, leaving her empty bowl. “I’ll be right back. Then we can go, she told the others.” Astarion made no indication that he heard her at all— Karlach nodded into her second bowl of soup. Lae’zel continued to run a whetstone over the edge of her blade but said nothing. 

Embrae followed the path up a grassy hill towards the halting music until she found the tiefling woman. Her blueish skin was flushed in frustration as she tried again to sing, dance among the stars tonight, the moon— Oh it’s no good!” she sighed to herself. She was lovely, even wearing a ridiculous outfit with bells. She had long, shining raven hair that curled and swayed in the light breeze. Her amber eyes were alight with whatever fire all tieflings seemed to possess and also with frustration. 

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Said Embrae softly. The squirrells sitting in front of the woman seemed to disagree vehemently but she thought they were being a bit dramatic. 

The young woman started and smiled sweetly at her. “Oh,” she said. “I didn’t realize I had an audience.” She sighed. “Unfortunately this tune isn’t ready for one. I just can’t get it right. I’m Alfira by the way, the would-be bard.”

Embrae sat down next to her. “Songs can be tricky like that sometimes. For me, I think they tended to fall apart when I tried too hard.”

“Oh are you a bard?” she asked delighted. 

“Um, no— not really,” said Embrae. “Just a casual player sometimes. Not for a while though.”

Alfira grinned. “Nonsense. You know what you’re talking about. I can tell.” She reached behind her and thrust a second lute at her. “It’s been ages since anyone has played with me. Since my teacher passed away.” Her face fell again. “The song is meant to be for her.” 

Embrae looked at the lute offered to her and frowned. She took it and her fingers itched to touch the strings even as her stomach filled with bile. “Well, focus on how she made you feel then— when she was with you, what music did you hear. Follow only that and the words will come in time.” Even as Embrae said it, she could hear whispers of music in her own mind. She could hear it everywhere if she allowed herself. 

Alfira smiled uncertainly and closed her eyes. She began to play a tune, haunting and full of loss, but also joy, hope, and love. The bile in Embrae’s stomach faded and she felt her own fingers move to the borrowed lute, adding a harmony. Alfira gasped as the music game together in the way it it does when it’s simply right— perfect but not too much so, like a river flowing over your toes as you sit in the sun, or like the waves crashing upon the rocks. Alfira began to sing and the words flowed unimpeded, belonging to the song as though it had been written a thousand years ago upon an ancient cliff face. Embrae could feel every one as though she sang it. She didn’t sing though, and would not sing. Still, a part of herself she thought lost did as the music came to a crescendo and then softened into its final notes. 

Embrae opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them. Alfira was beaming, tears gleaming in her glowing amber eyes. “Oh, it was perfect! Thank you so much.”

Embrae flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t do anything— it was all you.”

“I thought you were both fantastic!” Exclaimed Karlach from behind her. Embrae nearly jumped out of her seat, startled. She, Astarion, and Lae’zel stood looking at her. Embrae felt her face turn scarlet. “Gods! They don’t have music like that in the hells!" continued Karlach. "Spooky organ music is about much as I get— that and the screams of tormented souls.” 

Astarion smirked. “And you keep saying you’re not a bard,” he said in a mocking singsong voice. 

“Shut up,” Embrae mumbled. 

“It was— pleasant.” Admitted Lae’zel thoughtfully. “My people are not without their fondness of music— although we tend to use it to sing about the glories of bloody battle.” 

“Why am I not surprised?” Asked Astarion, rolling his eyes skywards. 

“I should. We should go,” stuttered Embrae. “Um thanks, Alfira— I’m glad you found your song after all. She made to hand the lute back but Alfira waved her away. 

“Keep it, she insisted.” Embrae tried to protest but Alfira was adamant. “I wouldn’t have found the music without you today. You were—- a muse.” She leaned forward and pulled the half-elf into a hug. Embrae froze at the contact and pulled away, still flushing. 

As they walked out of the grove, Astarion continued to tease. “So, another one for the firewood, is it, he asked nodding towards the lute strapped over her pack.”

Embrae rolled her eyes and didn’t answer. She wouldn’t burn it… it had been a gift. But she’d be damned if anyone would catch her playing it again either. 

“Let's just go find Auntie Ethyl before the day gets away from us, shall we? Tomorrow is likely to be full of goblin guts— so I’d like to get this done first.”

“Well, don’t be shy, strum us a tune for the road darling. Keep us entertained.”

“Yes! Play us one of those naughty tavern songs. I’ve missed them.” sighed Karlach.

“The only entertainment any of you are getting from me is my fist in Aaron's face if he doesn’t let me be.”

“I would accept that as entertainment," hissed Lae’zel from several paces ahead of them. Karlach chuckled in agreement. 

Astarion affected a pained expression. “Darling I’m hurt.” His eyes gleamed wickedly. “But I can assure you, you’ ’d not be able to lay a finger on me, not unless I wanted you to.”

***

Shadowheart tutted at Embrae as she looked at her neck. “I thought you someone with good judgment, you know.” she scolded as she handed her a ruby potion and ordered her to drink. “Letting a vampire drink you— you must have a death wish.” Embrae had entered Shadowheart’s tent that morning head bowed, lackluster blush on her face as she explained what she needed. 

“Well, he didn’t kill me.” She pointed out.

She scoffed. “If he had gone any longer he very well might have. What were you thinking?” Light emanated from her hands, moving up and down Embrae’s body. 

“I don’t know— honestly,” replied Embrae closing her eyes as a sensation of warmth passed through her body. “I guess I— I just wanted to help.”

“Well, next time, direct him to a bandit camp. He can drain a few would-be enemies for us instead of leaving you a weak, bloodless mess.” 

“Hmm,” Embrae said happily. Shadowheart was a wonderful healer, she thought. She had woken feeling dizzy and unwell. She was already feeling much better. “Did you know, Shadowheart?”

“Know?”

“About Astarion.”

“Oh, that.” She smiled, rare good humor piercing her dour veil. “I was reasonably sure. He’s not exactly— subtle.” 

Embrae giggled. “That’s what I told him… he thought it was a secret.”

“Who thought what was a secret?” Karlach asked, poking her head into the tent. “Sorry!” she said grinning. “ I wanted to be sure you were good. You looked a little tipsy walking up here. Too much to drink last night?” She winked. 

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, “it wasn’t her who had too much to drink.”

Understanding touched Karlach’s yellow eyes. “Ooooh. Fangs got you, did he? Need me to string him up by the ankles for you, friend?” 

“You did know!” 

“Well— yeah. I thought everyone did.”

“Me too. He didn’t.”

“Ha! No way. This is gonna be good.” She bounded out of the tent, Shadowheart and Embrae following. 

“Oi, fangs!” Called Karlach over towards Astarion who stood over at the other side of camp, reading. 

He shut his book with a snap and glared over at her. “You not talking to me?” He asked cooly, walking over to them. 

“Well, of course I am. Been nipping off our resident panther girl, haven’t ya? I hope you at least asked first.”

His eyes shot towards Embrae, “You told them?”

Embrae flushed. “No- I—”

“Astarion, I’ve known you for about 24 hours and I already knew your big secret. Anyone who didn’t is probably just a bit thick.”

The tips of Astarions ears turned red. He must have fed well, thought Embrae.

He sniffed, affecting an unconcerned attitude but she could see worry in his eyes. “Well, I suppose I’m just glad you didn’t come at me with torches and pitchforks.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it Fangs. We’re all a bit odd in this group. Got an engine from the hells in my chest myself and we all know these half-elves have more secrets than a politician with a second family. Shadowheart and Embrae both flushed, glancing ruefully at each other. 

Lae’zel had walked up to Astarion, drawn in by the conversation. “Just see that your teeth stay far away from my neck, vampire, or you’ll be wearing your blood on the outside.” She sniffed. “Otherwise, I see no good reason to break our alliance.” 

“Charming,” muttered Astarion, leaning ever so slightly away from the gythyanki woman. 

The group dispersed, all except Embrae, who followed the vampire back to his tent. “I swear I didn’t tell them,” she told them. “Although I would have had to. They do deserve to know who they’re traveling with.” 

He turned to her, eyes assessing, brighter than she was used to seeing them. “Oh, it’s all out in the open now, and I’m not unhappy about it. It’s a tough secret to keep after all— and apparently, I didn’t keep it nearly as well as I had assumed.” 

“Well,” she said thoughtfully. “Is it true vampires can’t see their own reflections?” 

“Indeed. Why?”

“Well, that’s probably why you didn’t realize that it was a little… apparent.” 

He frowned, looking displeased by the thought. “No one ever seemed to notice in Baldur’s Gate. Then again, I was more for the nightlife back home. Perhaps in the dim light— and most of my, erm, friends were quite inebriated. 

“At the Drunken Mermaid, for example. Yes, they would have been.” 

He stared at her. 

“Oh come on, I knew I’d seen you somewhere before! Pretty sure I saw a few vampires there while I was—entertaining. You always seemed to be entertaining someone different yourself ” Embrae’s smile faltered a bit. 

Astarion looked away. “Spawn, he corrected. We aren’t true vampires. Just the spawn of one.”

“Oh, is that why you can walk in the sun? Because you’re not a true vampire?”

“Oh no! I should be cinders in this light!” He looked up, stretching luxuriously, like a cat in a window. “This tadpole— someone has gone and changed the rules. I can even wade into running water now— enter homes without any sort of invitation. It’s— it’s a strange type of freedom, knowing you’ll have to give it up unless you want to sprout tentacles.”

“It’s a bit of a catch-22 for you isn’t it?”

“Pardon”

“It means you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Ah well, I suppose I’ve been damned from the moment my former master, Cazador, turned me. Certainly, the last 200 years have proven that.”

“But you don’t have to go back to your master— even if you can’t walk in the sun, right?”

“I— I don’t know. A vampire master has a sort of bond with his creations. He can control them-- completely… I never was able to resist his commands. But now, I’ve been conveniently lost,” he said spreading his hands wide. “I never wish to bow to that bastard’s demands again.”

He compels them, thought Embrae. She shivered. 

“Are you cold, darling? How are you feeling? I may have gotten a bit— overeager last night.”

“I’m fine. Shadowheart helped fix me up. Just a bit dizzy.” 

“It’ll pass. Just be thankful a spawn like my good self can’t turn you like a true vampire can.”

Spawn, thought Embrae. She really disliked that word. It made her think of something less than, something unimportant and subservient. She couldn’t imagine the man who stood in front of her as any of those things. If anything, he was larger than life, especially puffed up on sass and sarcasm as he always seemed to be. 

“We’re going to have to find a way to keep you fed, Astarion.”

“Well, you know what I am now. I suppose you wouldn’t object to me draining an enemy of ours on occasion-- I mean, they’ll be just as dead if I don’t. But no innocents... you have my word."

“No, I don’t object to that,” she laughed. “But I don’t want to wake up to your teeth in my neck, not unless we talk about it first.”

“Of course!” He grinned seductively at her. That seems eminently reasonable… I shall wait patiently until you suggest we— dine together.” His eyes grazed Embrae’s neck and she shuddered. His grin widened as he noticed the reaction. 

Oh, she realized. I am in trouble.

“Come on,” she said. “We need to get ready to head to the grove again. Wyll mentioned there might be a blacksmith who can help Karlach with her engine there and I wanted to see about trading with the merchants there before we look into the goblin camp.”

Within the hour they were off. Shadowheart, having decided to stay examine the tadpole with Gale in the hopes of finding what made it tick decided not to accompany them. Instead, Lae’zel and Karlach accompanied her and Astarion. Karlach was over the moon at the chance to meet someone who might have answers for her, who could cool down her engine a bit. Imagine not being able to touch someone, thought Embrae glancing at the happy-go-lucky tiefling. Then she flushed remembering the previous night. That was the most physical contact she had had from anyone in over two years. Well, almost… What was her excuse? Was that why she kept thinking about it? Why she was willing to do it again? 

Lae’zel followed with her endless stream of complaints about the “Teethlings and druids being a waste of time” and finding the gythyanki crech. Embrae wondered, not for the first time why Lae’zel hadn’t decided to pursue that path on her own. Perhaps she too loathed the idea of being alone, unlikely as that seemed. 

The gate opened for them with little hesitation once they arrived. They stopped a while and haggled with a dwarf merchant haggling and trading with bits and bobs they carried in overflowing packs as well as gold for supplies and food. By the end, they were even able to buy a new dagger for Astarion, whose original had been chipped against a rock during his last fight. The next stop was the blacksmith, a good-natured Tiefling called Dammon who knew a thing about infernal machinations.

“I don’t know if I can contain it indefinitely Karlach. Outside of the Hells, it will only become more unstable—”

“I’m not going back.” she cut in bluntly. 

“Well, the good news, is that I can cool it down with the right supplies. But it’s a bit rare. Infernal metal. It’s not the easiest to find but not impossible. I've heard rumors of where one might find it. Here, let me mark it on your map. Bring it and I won’t even charge ya.” The shorter tiefling grinned up at her. 

“Will it— will it cool me down enough to touch someone?” The words made her seem oddly vulnerable. That was the thing about Karlach though; she didn’t seem to mind wearing her feelings out in the open. She was probably the most refreshingly honest and open person in the group, mused Embrae. 

“I believe it could cool you down enough. Yes”

“Aw brilliant!” she beamed. “I’d hug you or shake your hand but, ah well, you know. Guess we’ll have to keep our eye out.”

“If it’s around we’ll find it,” said Astarion stiffly. “I’m not one to miss out on good treasure.” 

“Thanks, mate,” she laughed. I feel better already. 

“Well, I don’t suppose there’s anything else we need here is there?” Embrae asked the others. 

“Wait, before we go, I’m starving. I smell grub up that way. No offense to Gales's cooking but I could use something um, different. ”

“Yes,” hissed Lae’zel. “Then let us find something that has flavor.”

“I for one have had my fill of flavor for a while,” said Astarion, looking at Embrae suggestively. “But do carry on.”

“Just have to make things awkward don’t you.”

He grinned. 

The smell Karlach mentioned led them to a large cooking pot. An older tiefling woman stood over it sprinkling spices into it and mixing. 

“Well, good morning! I’ve been hearing all about you strangers and your heroic deeds. Defending the grove from goblins is hungry work. Would you care for a bowl?”

Karlach, Lae’zel, and Embrae accepted gratefully. It smelled mouthwatering— and spicy. Astarion declined, stating he had already had a quite satisfying meal. Embrae flushed and rolled her eyes. As they were about to find a place to sit and eat, an older human woman shuffled up from the tent beside them. Well hello, my lovelies. I wanted to come and introduce myself. I’m Auntie Ethyl. If you need any healing or potions, I’d be happy to whip you something up. 

“You’re a healer?” Asked Embrae cautiously. The woman seemed sweet enough but there was a curious gleam in her eyes. 

“Och, nothing so spectacular. But I know my way a bit around old cures and potions. Even cued old Zevlor of his receding hairline,” she said conspiratorily. “But you’ve got something a bit more serious don’t you?” Her gaze became intent, birdlike almost and Embrae fought not to take a step back. “You’ve got the most unusual— essence around you dearie. More unusual even than the little vampling sulking behind you I’d wager.”

“Does everyone know?” growled Astarion testily. “Gods.” 

“Hmph. I’ve seen my fair share of your kind before dearie. Although one walking about in the sun without so much as a sizzle is a new one even for me. But you though, she said staring intently again at Embrae. You’re something different. I can tell.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” said Embrae ignoring the feeling of her companion's eyes on her neck.“I’m just a half-elf.”

Auntie Ethyl cackled mischievously. ���Of course you are, pet! But there’s no just about you. Tell you what, come see me at my home. We’ll talk some more, maybe even see about getting those pesky little parasites removed, hmm?”

“How did you—?”

“Shhh dearie. Plenty of time for questions later. I’ll mark the place for you. She raised a finger to Embrae’s forehead and a perfect image of a map unfolded in her mind's eye. Then Auntie Ethyl disappeared into a cloud of smoke. 

“Well,” said Astarion. “She seems positively demented. “Let’s go find her!”

“I don’t know, Astarion,” said Karlach. “She kind of gives me the creeps.”

“Same,” asgreed Embrae. “But if she knows something— anything about these tadpoles. I think it’s worth a try.”

Lae’zel growled. “Perhaps we’ll turn before I manage to convince to to pursue the real cure. But fine. Let’s go see this— mad woman.”

“Can we please eat first?” whined Karlach. 

Embrae laughed. “Yes, let’s go sit down. My feet are already killing me.”

They found a spot away from almost everyone to settle into the grass and enjoy the sun. They ate while the vampire elf basked in his forbidden sunshine. Embrae smiled a little at the sight of him. Since feeding on her the previous night, she really had thought he looked more relaxed. Happy she remembered him saying. Happy, she thought to herself as she took another bite of the hot soup— tieflings certainly don't hold back with their spice, do they? 

She looked up the path. She was sure she had just heard a voice. “Dance among the stars tonight— Dammit.” The sound of lute strings, then the timid singing once again. Someone was trying and struggling to write a song, she realized with some sympathy. She stood, leaving her empty bowl. “I’ll be right back. Then we can go, she told the others.” Astarion made no indication that he heard her at all— Karlach nodded into her second bowl of soup. Lae’zel continued to run a whetstone over the edge of her blade but said nothing. 

Embrae followed the path up a grassy hill towards the halting music until she found the tiefling woman. Her blueish skin was flushed in frustration as she tried again to sing, dance among the stars tonight, the moon— Oh it’s no good!” she sighed to herself. She was lovely, even wearing a ridiculous outfit with bells. She had long, shining raven hair that curled and swayed in the light breeze. Her amber eyes were alight with whatever fire all tieflings seemed to possess and also with frustration. 

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Said Embrae softly. The squirrells sitting in front of the woman seemed to disagree vehemently but she thought they were being a bit dramatic. 

The young woman started and smiled sweetly at her. “Oh,” she said. “I didn’t realize I had an audience.” She sighed. “Unfortunately this tune isn’t ready for one. I just can’t get it right. I’m Alfira by the way, the would-be bard.”

Embrae sat down next to her. “Songs can be tricky like that sometimes. For me, I think they tended to fall apart when I tried too hard.”

“Oh are you a bard?” she asked delighted. 

“Um, no— not really,” said Embrae. “Just a casual player sometimes. Not for a while though.”

Alfira grinned. “Nonsense. You know what you’re talking about. I can tell.” She reached behind her and thrust a second lute at her. “It’s been ages since anyone has played with me. Since my teacher passed away.” Her face fell again. “The song is meant to be for her.” 

Embrae looked at the lute offered to her and frowned. She took it and her fingers itched to touch the strings even as her stomach filled with bile. “Well, focus on how she made you feel then— when she was with you, what music did you hear. Follow only that and the words will come in time.” Even as Embrae said it, she could hear whispers of music in her own mind. She could hear it everywhere if she allowed herself. 

Alfira smiled uncertainly and closed her eyes. She began to play a tune, haunting and full of loss, but also joy, hope, and love. The bile in Embrae’s stomach faded and she felt her own fingers move to the borrowed lute, adding a harmony. Alfira gasped as the music game together in the way it it does when it’s simply right— perfect but not too much so, like a river flowing over your toes as you sit in the sun, or like the waves crashing upon the rocks. Alfira began to sing and the words flowed unimpeded, belonging to the song as though it had been written a thousand years ago upon an ancient cliff face. Embrae could feel every one as though she sang it. She didn’t sing though, and would not sing. Still, a part of herself she thought lost did as the music came to a crescendo and then softened into its final notes. 

Embrae opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them. Alfira was beaming, tears gleaming in her glowing amber eyes. “Oh, it was perfect! Thank you so much.”

Embrae flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t do anything— it was all you.”

“I thought you were both fantastic!” Exclaimed Karlach from behind her. Embrae nearly jumped out of her seat, startled. She, Astarion, and Lae’zel stood looking at her. Embrae felt her face turn scarlet. “Gods! They don’t have music like that in the hells!" continued Karlach. "Spooky organ music is about much as I get— that and the screams of tormented souls.” 

Astarion smirked. “And you keep saying you’re not a bard,” he said in a mocking singsong voice. 

“Shut up,” Embrae mumbled. 

“It was— pleasant.” Admitted Lae’zel thoughtfully. “My people are not without their fondness of music— although we tend to use it to sing about the glories of bloody battle.” 

“Why am I not surprised?” Asked Astarion, rolling his eyes skywards. 

“I should. We should go,” stuttered Embrae. “Um thanks, Alfira— I’m glad you found your song after all. She made to hand the lute back but Alfira waved her away. 

“Keep it, she insisted.” Embrae tried to protest but Alfira was adamant. “I wouldn’t have found the music without you today. You were—- a muse.” She leaned forward and pulled the half-elf into a hug. Embrae froze at the contact and pulled away, still flushing. 

As they walked out of the grove, Astarion continued to tease. “So, another one for the firewood, is it, he asked nodding towards the lute strapped over her pack.”

Embrae rolled her eyes and didn’t answer. She wouldn’t burn it… it had been a gift. But she’d be damned if anyone would catch her playing it again either. 

“Let's just go find Auntie Ethyl before the day gets away from us, shall we? Tomorrow is likely to be full of goblin guts— so I’d like to get this done first.”

“Well, don’t be shy, strum us a tune for the road darling. Keep us entertained.”

“Yes! Play us one of those naughty tavern songs. I’ve missed them.” sighed Karlach.

“The only entertainment any of you are getting from me is my fist in Aaron's face if he doesn’t let me be.”

“I would accept that as entertainment," hissed Lae’zel from several paces ahead of them. Karlach chuckled in agreement. 

Astarion affected a pained expression. “Darling I’m hurt.” His eyes gleamed wickedly. “But I can assure you, you’ ’d not be able to lay a finger on me, not unless I wanted you to.”

***

As they approached the spot Auntie Ethyl had mapped out for them, Astarion couldn’t help but notice that the smell of the place was—incongruous to say the least. It was quite a nice little spot aesthetically: green with flowers, and butterflies and bunnies if one liked that sort of thing. A pond ahead of them sparkled in the sunlight as dragonflies whizzed about and little green frogs sat atop lilypads. Across a wooden bridge, he could even see the tufts of perfect little white sheep. It was very— fairytale, he thought, complete with the quaint little cottage up ahead, Ethyl’s abode, no doubt. But it smelled.. wrong. Rotten almost. Ahead of him, Embrae slowed and then stopped, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He had become rather familiar with that cute little expression lately. Something was bothering her too, he realized. 

“Something is wrong,” she said, confirming his suspicions. 

“Yes.” he agreed. “It smells like someone died here.”

“That,” she agreed. “And— it’s dissonant— somehow. Like what we see isn’t.” A pained expression suddenly crossed her face.” He felt a stab of anxiety he didn’t quite understand when he saw it but he held back. 

“You alright?” Asked Karlach, ever the best of them.

“Yeah, it’s just I can almost— ugh— I can almost see it.” Her hand moved before her then came down in a sudden sweeping motion. Then the world seemed to dissolve around them, lush greenery becoming barren and thorny, little green frogs becoming toads, and the butterflies biting flies. The smell he had become absolutely overpowering and putrid. 

“I rather liked it the other way, I think,” said Astarion glancing around at the bog. He pointed ahead where there had once been sheep. “Redcaps. Notoriously bloodthirsty little creatures, even by my standards.”

“Well, we were invited,” she said uncertainly. “Let’s see if we can get by with any trouble.” She stepped forward and the others followed suit. Astarion wondered what it was about this woman who could scarcely hold a knife that seemed to make everyone follow her. Even he did, he realized a little resentfully. And gods knew she had secrets just like the rest of them— except maybe Miss open-book Karlach. He would find out what they were eventually if only to use them against her if she turned on him. He wondered what it was Ethyl had seen. 

Embrae approached one of the hideous-looking redcaps as it looked at her through hostile bloodshot eyes. His hand went to his dagger. “Baaah!” the foul thing croaked out. The half-elf paused a moment, considering, and then very loudly bleated back, “BAAAH!” Astarion’s eyebrows shot up as the creature, seemingly satisfied turned and shuffled away from them, continuing its painful sheep imitation. Impressive. 

They stepped carefully towards the house, now more of a rotted derelict-looking affair, rather than a quaint cottage getaway. Stepping up to the doors, they found them locked tight. Astarion sighed, making to pull out his lock picks but was stopped by a straying touch on his hand. “Wait a minute,” whispered Embrae, quickly removing her hand when he looked at her. Still, the heat of her touch lingered. “I don’t want to break in— not yet anyways.” 

“Well, then what do you want to do?” He asked. Breaking into the home was a bit exciting to him now that he no longer needed the owner's expressed permission to enter. 

Her eyes were far away. “I don’t know— let’s look around a bit first and if she doesn’t come home soon, we’ll do it your way.” 

They made their way around the house, noting rotten food, dead animals, and an old well that stank so suffocatingly of rot, Astarion found himself feeling ill. They moved away from it, back to the path in search of relatively breathable air. 

“There is someone up on that hill,” said Lae’zel, indicating a small hill behind the old woman’s home. “Shall I rip out his innards?”

Embrae closed her eyes as though praying for the gods to give her strength. She’d certainly need it, traveling with so many bloodthirsty lunatics— one of them being bloodthirsty in a very literal sense. “Thanks,” she said, “but we should probably see who he is first.”

They walked cautiously up the hill when another smell hit him, different than the reek of the bog, sickly sweet and metallic. “Hale, fellow travelers!” said the man ahead, his tone friendly. A Gurr, Astarion realized with some disgust, looking at the man’s goatee and unbound brown hair. Behind them was a stone altar baring several offerings including what looked to be someone’s toe… Well, I’m sure they won’t miss it. 

“Do you also seek the hag of these lands? If so, I would exercise caution. They are— vicious creatures.” He held out a hand to Embrae who took it gingerly. She was clearly trying not to wrinkle her nose. “I’m Gandrel— my apologies for the aroma. I use powdered iron vine to dissuade monsters from making a meal of me whilst I hunt.”

“You’re a monster hunter?” Asked Astarion, curious. He couldn’t help but add, “I thought all Gurr people were vagrant cutthroats.” At least the ones who had killed him were.

Embrae frowned back at him warningly. “Be nice.” Then turning back to Gandrel she said, “Excuse my friend. Um, who or what is a Gurr?”

“Malicious wanderers of course. We’ll salt your crops, burn your houses, and steal your daughters!” He laughed. “No alas, most of us don’t have half the powers settled people seem to imagine for us. I’m a simple wanderer and monster hunter.”

“Ooh, what are you hunting. Giant spiders? Dragons? Kobolds? Perhaps the hag herself?”

“Nothing so spectacular,” said the Gurr. “I seek a vampire spawn called Astarion but I fear he has gone to ground. I was hoping the hag of these lands can help me… if I can afford the blood price,” he said with some distaste. 

Astarion felt his grin fall from his face as he stepped back a few steps, looking towards Embrae who seemed to be considering her next words carefully.

“Sounds interesting. When you find him, you plan to kill him, I take it.”

“Normally, yes, but it’s a bit more complicated than that. I’m to bring him to Baldur’s Gate.”

“That seems like a lot of effort for one vampire spawn. I mean, he’s not even a true vampire, is he?” 

The spawn in question glared at her. What was she doing?”

“True, but those are my orders— bring him there alive and well… well, alive, anyways.”

Karlach shifted uneasily to his left. Lae’zel, by contrast, held absolutely still as though poised to strike. How he wished Embrae had said yes when the gythyanki had offered to brutally murder him. To his surprise, Embrae stepped forward and slightly to her left, almost as if trying to shield him. He could no longer see her face but he could almost hear the wheels turning. Was she thinking about giving him up? His eyes started seeking a way, any way out. What reason did she have, after all, to risk danger for him? What reason did any of them have?

***

Shadowheart tutted at Embrae as she looked at her neck. “I thought you someone with good judgment, you know.” she scolded as she handed her a ruby potion and ordered her to drink. “Letting a vampire drink you— you must have a death wish.” Embrae had entered Shadowheart’s tent that morning head bowed, lackluster blush on her face as she explained what she needed. 

“Well, he didn’t kill me.” She pointed out.

She scoffed. “If he had gone any longer he very well might have. What were you thinking?” Light emanated from her hands, moving up and down Embrae’s body. 

“I don’t know— honestly,” replied Embrae closing her eyes as a sensation of warmth passed through her body. “I guess I— I just wanted to help.”

“Well, next time, direct him to a bandit camp. He can drain a few would-be enemies for us instead of leaving you a weak, bloodless mess.” 

“Hmm,” Embrae said happily. Shadowheart was a wonderful healer, she thought. She had woken feeling dizzy and unwell. She was already feeling much better. “Did you know, Shadowheart?”

“Know?”

“About Astarion.”

“Oh, that.” She smiled, rare good humor piercing her dour veil. “I was reasonably sure. He’s not exactly— subtle.” 

Embrae giggled. “That’s what I told him… he thought it was a secret.”

“Who thought what was a secret?” Karlach asked, poking her head into the tent. “Sorry!” she said grinning. “ I wanted to be sure you were good. You looked a little tipsy walking up here. Too much to drink last night?” She winked. 

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, “it wasn’t her who had too much to drink.”

Understanding touched Karlach’s yellow eyes. “Ooooh. Fangs got you, did he? Need me to string him up by the ankles for you, friend?” 

“You did know!” 

“Well— yeah. I thought everyone did.”

“Me too. He didn’t.”

“Ha! No way. This is gonna be good.” She bounded out of the tent, Shadowheart and Embrae following. 

“Oi, fangs!” Called Karlach over towards Astarion who stood over at the other side of camp, reading. 

He shut his book with a snap and glared over at her. “You not talking to me?” He asked cooly, walking over to them. 

“Well, of course I am. Been nipping off our resident panther girl, haven’t ya? I hope you at least asked first.”

His eyes shot towards Embrae, “You told them?”

Embrae flushed. “No- I—”

“Astarion, I’ve known you for about 24 hours and I already knew your big secret. Anyone who didn’t is probably just a bit thick.”

The tips of Astarions ears turned red. He must have fed well, thought Embrae.

He sniffed, affecting an unconcerned attitude but she could see worry in his eyes. “Well, I suppose I’m just glad you didn’t come at me with torches and pitchforks.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it Fangs. We’re all a bit odd in this group. Got an engine from the hells in my chest myself and we all know these half-elves have more secrets than a politician with a second family. Shadowheart and Embrae both flushed, glancing ruefully at each other. 

Lae’zel had walked up to Astarion, drawn in by the conversation. “Just see that your teeth stay far away from my neck, vampire, or you’ll be wearing your blood on the outside.” She sniffed. “Otherwise, I see no good reason to break our alliance.” 

“Charming,” muttered Astarion, leaning ever so slightly away from the gythyanki woman. 

The group dispersed, all except Embrae, who followed the vampire back to his tent. “I swear I didn’t tell them,” she told them. “Although I would have had to. They do deserve to know who they’re traveling with.” 

He turned to her, eyes assessing, brighter than she was used to seeing them. “Oh, it’s all out in the open now, and I’m not unhappy about it. It’s a tough secret to keep after all— and apparently, I didn’t keep it nearly as well as I had assumed.” 

“Well,” she said thoughtfully. “Is it true vampires can’t see their own reflections?” 

“Indeed. Why?”

“Well, that’s probably why you didn’t realize that it was a little… apparent.” 

He frowned, looking displeased by the thought. “No one ever seemed to notice in Baldur’s Gate. Then again, I was more for the nightlife back home. Perhaps in the dim light— and most of my, erm, friends were quite inebriated. 

“At the Drunken Mermaid, for example. Yes, they would have been.” 

He stared at her. 

“Oh come on, I knew I’d seen you somewhere before! Pretty sure I saw a few vampires there while I was—entertaining. You always seemed to be entertaining someone different yourself ” Embrae’s smile faltered a bit. 

Astarion looked away. “Spawn, he corrected. We aren’t true vampires. Just the spawn of one.”

“Oh, is that why you can walk in the sun? Because you’re not a true vampire?”

“Oh no! I should be cinders in this light!” He looked up, stretching luxuriously, like a cat in a window. “This tadpole— someone has gone and changed the rules. I can even wade into running water now— enter homes without any sort of invitation. It’s— it’s a strange type of freedom, knowing you’ll have to give it up unless you want to sprout tentacles.”

“It’s a bit of a catch-22 for you isn’t it?”

“Pardon”

“It means you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Ah well, I suppose I’ve been damned from the moment my former master, Cazador, turned me. Certainly, the last 200 years have proven that.”

“But you don’t have to go back to your master— even if you can’t walk in the sun, right?”

“I— I don’t know. A vampire master has a sort of bond with his creations. He can control them-- completely… I never was able to resist his commands. But now, I’ve been conveniently lost,” he said spreading his hands wide. “I never wish to bow to that bastard’s demands again.”

He compels them, thought Embrae. She shivered. 

“Are you cold, darling? How are you feeling? I may have gotten a bit— overeager last night.”

“I’m fine. Shadowheart helped fix me up. Just a bit dizzy.” 

“It’ll pass. Just be thankful a spawn like my good self can’t turn you like a true vampire can.”

Spawn, thought Embrae. She really disliked that word. It made her think of something less than, something unimportant and subservient. She couldn’t imagine the man who stood in front of her as any of those things. If anything, he was larger than life, especially puffed up on sass and sarcasm as he always seemed to be. 

“We’re going to have to find a way to keep you fed, Astarion.”

“Well, you know what I am now. I suppose you wouldn’t object to me draining an enemy of ours on occasion-- I mean, they’ll be just as dead if I don’t. But no innocents... you have my word."

“No, I don’t object to that,” she laughed. “But I don’t want to wake up to your teeth in my neck, not unless we talk about it first.”

“Of course!” He grinned seductively at her. That seems eminently reasonable… I shall wait patiently until you suggest we— dine together.” His eyes grazed Embrae’s neck and she shuddered. His grin widened as he noticed the reaction. 

Oh, she realized. I am in trouble.

“Come on,” she said. “We need to get ready to head to the grove again. Wyll mentioned there might be a blacksmith who can help Karlach with her engine there and I wanted to see about trading with the merchants there before we look into the goblin camp.”

Within the hour they were off. Shadowheart, having decided to stay examine the tadpole with Gale in the hopes of finding what made it tick decided not to accompany them. Instead, Lae’zel and Karlach accompanied her and Astarion. Karlach was over the moon at the chance to meet someone who might have answers for her, who could cool down her engine a bit. Imagine not being able to touch someone, thought Embrae glancing at the happy-go-lucky tiefling. Then she flushed remembering the previous night. That was the most physical contact she had had from anyone in over two years. Well, almost… What was her excuse? Was that why she kept thinking about it? Why she was willing to do it again? 

Lae’zel followed with her endless stream of complaints about the “Teethlings and druids being a waste of time” and finding the gythyanki crech. Embrae wondered, not for the first time why Lae’zel hadn’t decided to pursue that path on her own. Perhaps she too loathed the idea of being alone, unlikely as that seemed. 

The gate opened for them with little hesitation once they arrived. They stopped a while and haggled with a dwarf merchant haggling and trading with bits and bobs they carried in overflowing packs as well as gold for supplies and food. By the end, they were even able to buy a new dagger for Astarion, whose original had been chipped against a rock during his last fight. The next stop was the blacksmith, a good-natured Tiefling called Dammon who knew a thing about infernal machinations.

“I don’t know if I can contain it indefinitely Karlach. Outside of the Hells, it will only become more unstable—”

“I’m not going back.” she cut in bluntly. 

“Well, the good news, is that I can cool it down with the right supplies. But it’s a bit rare. Infernal metal. It’s not the easiest to find but not impossible. I've heard rumors of where one might find it. Here, let me mark it on your map. Bring it and I won’t even charge ya.” The shorter tiefling grinned up at her. 

“Will it— will it cool me down enough to touch someone?” The words made her seem oddly vulnerable. That was the thing about Karlach though; she didn’t seem to mind wearing her feelings out in the open. She was probably the most refreshingly honest and open person in the group, mused Embrae. 

“I believe it could cool you down enough. Yes”

“Aw brilliant!” she beamed. “I’d hug you or shake your hand but, ah well, you know. Guess we’ll have to keep our eye out.”

“If it’s around we’ll find it,” said Astarion stiffly. “I’m not one to miss out on good treasure.” 

“Thanks, mate,” she laughed. I feel better already. 

“Well, I don’t suppose there’s anything else we need here is there?” Embrae asked the others. 

“Wait, before we go, I’m starving. I smell grub up that way. No offense to Gales's cooking but I could use something um, different. ”

“Yes,” hissed Lae’zel. “Then let us find something that has flavor.”

“I for one have had my fill of flavor for a while,” said Astarion, looking at Embrae suggestively. “But do carry on.”

“Just have to make things awkward don’t you.”

He grinned. 

The smell Karlach mentioned led them to a large cooking pot. An older tiefling woman stood over it sprinkling spices into it and mixing. 

“Well, good morning! I’ve been hearing all about you strangers and your heroic deeds. Defending the grove from goblins is hungry work. Would you care for a bowl?”

Karlach, Lae’zel, and Embrae accepted gratefully. It smelled mouthwatering— and spicy. Astarion declined, stating he had already had a quite satisfying meal. Embrae flushed and rolled her eyes. As they were about to find a place to sit and eat, an older human woman shuffled up from the tent beside them. Well hello, my lovelies. I wanted to come and introduce myself. I’m Auntie Ethyl. If you need any healing or potions, I’d be happy to whip you something up. 

“You’re a healer?” Asked Embrae cautiously. The woman seemed sweet enough but there was a curious gleam in her eyes. 

“Och, nothing so spectacular. But I know my way a bit around old cures and potions. Even cued old Zevlor of his receding hairline,” she said conspiratorily. “But you’ve got something a bit more serious don’t you?” Her gaze became intent, birdlike almost and Embrae fought not to take a step back. “You’ve got the most unusual— essence around you dearie. More unusual even than the little vampling sulking behind you I’d wager.”

“Does everyone know?” growled Astarion testily. “Gods.” 

“Hmph. I’ve seen my fair share of your kind before dearie. Although one walking about in the sun without so much as a sizzle is a new one even for me. But you though, she said staring intently again at Embrae. You’re something different. I can tell.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” said Embrae ignoring the feeling of her companion's eyes on her neck.“I’m just a half-elf.”

Auntie Ethyl cackled mischievously. “Of course you are, pet! But there’s no just about you. Tell you what, come see me at my home. We’ll talk some more, maybe even see about getting those pesky little parasites removed, hmm?”

“How did you—?”

“Shhh dearie. Plenty of time for questions later. I’ll mark the place for you. She raised a finger to Embrae’s forehead and a perfect image of a map unfolded in her mind's eye. Then Auntie Ethyl disappeared into a cloud of smoke. 

“Well,” said Astarion. “She seems positively demented. “Let’s go find her!”

“I don’t know, Astarion,” said Karlach. “She kind of gives me the creeps.”

“Same,” asgreed Embrae. “But if she knows something— anything about these tadpoles. I think it’s worth a try.”

Lae’zel growled. “Perhaps we’ll turn before I manage to convince to to pursue the real cure. But fine. Let’s go see this— mad woman.”

“Can we please eat first?” whined Karlach. 

Embrae laughed. “Yes, let’s go sit down. My feet are already killing me.”

They found a spot away from almost everyone to settle into the grass and enjoy the sun. They ate while the vampire elf basked in his forbidden sunshine. Embrae smiled a little at the sight of him. Since feeding on her the previous night, she really had thought he looked more relaxed. Happy she remembered him saying. Happy, she thought to herself as she took another bite of the hot soup— tieflings certainly don't hold back with their spice, do they? 

She looked up the path. She was sure she had just heard a voice. “Dance among the stars tonight— Dammit.” The sound of lute strings, then the timid singing once again. Someone was trying and struggling to write a song, she realized with some sympathy. She stood, leaving her empty bowl. “I’ll be right back. Then we can go, she told the others.” Astarion made no indication that he heard her at all— Karlach nodded into her second bowl of soup. Lae’zel continued to run a whetstone over the edge of her blade but said nothing. 

Embrae followed the path up a grassy hill towards the halting music until she found the tiefling woman. Her blueish skin was flushed in frustration as she tried again to sing, dance among the stars tonight, the moon— Oh it’s no good!” she sighed to herself. She was lovely, even wearing a ridiculous outfit with bells. She had long, shining raven hair that curled and swayed in the light breeze. Her amber eyes were alight with whatever fire all tieflings seemed to possess and also with frustration. 

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Said Embrae softly. The squirrells sitting in front of the woman seemed to disagree vehemently but she thought they were being a bit dramatic. 

The young woman started and smiled sweetly at her. “Oh,” she said. “I didn’t realize I had an audience.” She sighed. “Unfortunately this tune isn’t ready for one. I just can’t get it right. I’m Alfira by the way, the would-be bard.”

Embrae sat down next to her. “Songs can be tricky like that sometimes. For me, I think they tended to fall apart when I tried too hard.”

“Oh are you a bard?” she asked delighted. 

“Um, no— not really,” said Embrae. “Just a casual player sometimes. Not for a while though.”

Alfira grinned. “Nonsense. You know what you’re talking about. I can tell.” She reached behind her and thrust a second lute at her. “It’s been ages since anyone has played with me. Since my teacher passed away.” Her face fell again. “The song is meant to be for her.” 

Embrae looked at the lute offered to her and frowned. She took it and her fingers itched to touch the strings even as her stomach filled with bile. “Well, focus on how she made you feel then— when she was with you, what music did you hear. Follow only that and the words will come in time.” Even as Embrae said it, she could hear whispers of music in her own mind. She could hear it everywhere if she allowed herself. 

Alfira smiled uncertainly and closed her eyes. She began to play a tune, haunting and full of loss, but also joy, hope, and love. The bile in Embrae’s stomach faded and she felt her own fingers move to the borrowed lute, adding a harmony. Alfira gasped as the music game together in the way it it does when it’s simply right— perfect but not too much so, like a river flowing over your toes as you sit in the sun, or like the waves crashing upon the rocks. Alfira began to sing and the words flowed unimpeded, belonging to the song as though it had been written a thousand years ago upon an ancient cliff face. Embrae could feel every one as though she sang it. She didn’t sing though, and would not sing. Still, a part of herself she thought lost did as the music came to a crescendo and then softened into its final notes. 

Embrae opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them. Alfira was beaming, tears gleaming in her glowing amber eyes. “Oh, it was perfect! Thank you so much.”

Embrae flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t do anything— it was all you.”

“I thought you were both fantastic!” Exclaimed Karlach from behind her. Embrae nearly jumped out of her seat, startled. She, Astarion, and Lae’zel stood looking at her. Embrae felt her face turn scarlet. “Gods! They don’t have music like that in the hells!" continued Karlach. "Spooky organ music is about much as I get— that and the screams of tormented souls.” 

Astarion smirked. “And you keep saying you’re not a bard,” he said in a mocking singsong voice. 

“Shut up,” Embrae mumbled. 

“It was— pleasant.” Admitted Lae’zel thoughtfully. “My people are not without their fondness of music— although we tend to use it to sing about the glories of bloody battle.” 

“Why am I not surprised?” Asked Astarion, rolling his eyes skywards. 

“I should. We should go,” stuttered Embrae. “Um thanks, Alfira— I’m glad you found your song after all. She made to hand the lute back but Alfira waved her away. 

“Keep it, she insisted.” Embrae tried to protest but Alfira was adamant. “I wouldn’t have found the music without you today. You were—- a muse.” She leaned forward and pulled the half-elf into a hug. Embrae froze at the contact and pulled away, still flushing. 

As they walked out of the grove, Astarion continued to tease. “So, another one for the firewood, is it, he asked nodding towards the lute strapped over her pack.”

Embrae rolled her eyes and didn’t answer. She wouldn’t burn it… it had been a gift. But she’d be damned if anyone would catch her playing it again either. 

“Let's just go find Auntie Ethyl before the day gets away from us, shall we? Tomorrow is likely to be full of goblin guts— so I’d like to get this done first.”

“Well, don’t be shy, strum us a tune for the road darling. Keep us entertained.”

“Yes! Play us one of those naughty tavern songs. I’ve missed them.” sighed Karlach.

“The only entertainment any of you are getting from me is my fist in Aaron's face if he doesn’t let me be.”

“I would accept that as entertainment," hissed Lae’zel from several paces ahead of them. Karlach chuckled in agreement. 

Astarion affected a pained expression. “Darling I’m hurt.” His eyes gleamed wickedly. “But I can assure you, you’ ’d not be able to lay a finger on me, not unless I wanted you to.”

***

As they approached the spot Auntie Ethyl had mapped out for them, Astarion couldn’t help but notice that the smell of the place was—incongruous to say the least. It was quite a nice little spot aesthetically: green with flowers, and butterflies and bunnies if one liked that sort of thing. A pond ahead of them sparkled in the sunlight as dragonflies whizzed about and little green frogs sat atop lilypads. Across a wooden bridge, he could even see the tufts of perfect little white sheep. It was very— fairytale, he thought, complete with the quaint little cottage up ahead, Ethyl’s abode, no doubt. But it smelled.. wrong. Rotten almost. Ahead of him, Embrae slowed and then stopped, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He had become rather familiar with that cute little expression lately. Something was bothering her too, he realized. 

“Something is wrong,” she said, confirming his suspicions. 

“Yes.” he agreed. “It smells like someone died here.”

“That,” she agreed. “And— it’s dissonant— somehow. Like what we see isn’t.” A pained expression suddenly crossed her face.” He felt a stab of anxiety he didn’t quite understand when he saw it but he held back. 

“You alright?” Asked Karlach, ever the best of them.

“Yeah, it’s just I can almost— ugh— I can almost see it.” Her hand moved before her then came down in a sudden sweeping motion. Then the world seemed to dissolve around them, lush greenery becoming barren and thorny, little green frogs becoming toads, and the butterflies biting flies. The smell he had become absolutely overpowering and putrid. 

“I rather liked it the other way, I think,” said Astarion glancing around at the bog. He pointed ahead where there had once been sheep. “Redcaps. Notoriously bloodthirsty little creatures, even by my standards.”

“Well, we were invited,” she said uncertainly. “Let’s see if we can get by with any trouble.” She stepped forward and the others followed suit. Astarion wondered what it was about this woman who could scarcely hold a knife that seemed to make everyone follow her. Even he did, he realized a little resentfully. And gods knew she had secrets just like the rest of them— except maybe Miss open-book Karlach. He would find out what they were eventually if only to use them against her if she turned on him. He wondered what it was Ethyl had seen. 

Embrae approached one of the hideous-looking redcaps as it looked at her through hostile bloodshot eyes. His hand went to his dagger. “Baaah!” the foul thing croaked out. The half-elf paused a moment, considering, and then very loudly bleated back, “BAAAH!” Astarion’s eyebrows shot up as the creature, seemingly satisfied turned and shuffled away from them, continuing its painful sheep imitation. Impressive. 

They stepped carefully towards the house, now more of a rotted derelict-looking affair, rather than a quaint cottage getaway. Stepping up to the doors, they found them locked tight. Astarion sighed, making to pull out his lock picks but was stopped by a straying touch on his hand. “Wait a minute,” whispered Embrae, quickly removing her hand when he looked at her. Still, the heat of her touch lingered. “I don’t want to break in— not yet anyways.” 

“Well, then what do you want to do?” He asked. Breaking into the home was a bit exciting to him now that he no longer needed the owner's expressed permission to enter. 

Her eyes were far away. “I don’t know— let’s look around a bit first and if she doesn’t come home soon, we’ll do it your way.” 

They made their way around the house, noting rotten food, dead animals, and an old well that stank so suffocatingly of rot, Astarion found himself feeling ill. They moved away from it, back to the path in search of relatively breathable air. 

“There is someone up on that hill,” said Lae’zel, indicating a small hill behind the old woman’s home. “Shall I rip out his innards?”

Embrae closed her eyes as though praying for the gods to give her strength. She’d certainly need it, traveling with so many bloodthirsty lunatics— one of them being bloodthirsty in a very literal sense. “Thanks,” she said, “but we should probably see who he is first.”

They walked cautiously up the hill when another smell hit him, different than the reek of the bog, sickly sweet and metallic. “Hale, fellow travelers!” said the man ahead, his tone friendly. A Gurr, Astarion realized with some disgust, looking at the man’s goatee and unbound brown hair. Behind them was a stone altar baring several offerings including what looked to be someone’s toe… Well, I’m sure they won’t miss it. 

“Do you also seek the hag of these lands? If so, I would exercise caution. They are— vicious creatures.” He held out a hand to Embrae who took it gingerly. She was clearly trying not to wrinkle her nose. “I’m Gandrel— my apologies for the aroma. I use powdered iron vine to dissuade monsters from making a meal of me whilst I hunt.”

“You’re a monster hunter?” Asked Astarion, curious. He couldn’t help but add, “I thought all Gurr people were vagrant cutthroats.” At least the ones who had killed him were.

Embrae frowned back at him warningly. “Be nice.” Then turning back to Gandrel she said, “Excuse my friend. Um, who or what is a Gurr?”

“Malicious wanderers of course. We’ll salt your crops, burn your houses, and steal your daughters!” He laughed. “No alas, most of us don’t have half the powers settled people seem to imagine for us. I’m a simple wanderer and monster hunter.”

“Ooh, what are you hunting. Giant spiders? Dragons? Kobolds? Perhaps the hag herself?”

“Nothing so spectacular,” said the Gurr. “I seek a vampire spawn called Astarion but I fear he has gone to ground. I was hoping the hag of these lands can help me… if I can afford the blood price,” he said with some distaste. 

Astarion felt his grin fall from his face as he stepped back a few steps, looking towards Embrae who seemed to be considering her next words carefully.

“Sounds interesting. When you find him, you plan to kill him, I take it.”

“Normally, yes, but it’s a bit more complicated than that. I’m to bring him to Baldur’s Gate.”

“That seems like a lot of effort for one vampire spawn. I mean, he’s not even a true vampire, is he?” 

The spawn in question glared at her. What was she doing?”

“True, but those are my orders— bring him there alive and well… well, alive, anyways.”

Karlach shifted uneasily to his left. Lae’zel, by contrast, held absolutely still as though poised to strike. How he wished Embrae had said yes when the gythyanki had offered to brutally murder him. To his surprise, Embrae stepped forward and slightly to her left, almost as if trying to shield him. He could no longer see her face but he could almost hear the wheels turning. Was she thinking about giving him up? His eyes started seeking a way, any way out. What reason did she have, after all, to risk danger for him? What reason did any of them have?

***

Embrae moved in front of Astarion. The sunlight might have well thrown the monster hunter off of his scent for the time being but surely standing in open view baring the god-damned bite marks might make him suspicious. She smiled politely at the hunter as he explained what he was hunting and his intention to bring him to Baldur’s Gate. What do they want with him? Her mind was working fast. She had no personal quarrel with this man— he was clearly friendly enough. But if he found the hag— found their camp. Even if they left now, he might bring more hunters down on Astarion and the rest of them. She felt the elf's anxiety beside her but didn’t look at him. thus far, she had only killed goblins, brains, and beasts, all of whom had been actively hostile towards her. Killing this man would be a line she couldn’t uncross. And yet— he could not allow him to be a threat to her—- to her friends, to him. The Gurr had finished speaking and was now giving her an odd look, probably a reaction to her intense stare. 

“Are you, are you quite all right?” he asked 

She ignored him and turned to Astarion who was staring at her intently. If she hadn’t been decided before, the decision would have been made the second she looked at him. There in the dim light of the bog, his mask had slipped. Terror echoed in his eyes. He couldn’t go back— not there, she could almost hear him say to her.

“What do you want to do?” She asked him softly. 

She might have asked him to sprout wings and fly with the dragons. Confusion crossed his face as if he had never been asked such a question before. Then, finally, understanding dawned. He drew his short sword and she stepped back, drawing her own. Beside her, Karlach and Lae’zel did the same. The hunter stepped back in alarm. 

“But you— Astarion?” he said, eyes fixing on his approaching would-be quarry. “Impossible.”

“I’m making the impossible look easy these days,” he said pleasantly, eyes gleaming. He looked more like a hunter than the man behind him. “May I?” He asked, glancing at Embrae. 

She nodded. 

… 

How many times would she find herself covered in blood before the end of this?

She stared down at the still form of the Gurr man. The fight hadn’t lasted long. He was clearly prepared for his quarry, armed to the teeth with magical weaponry and potions but he hadn’t been expecting a fight right then, certainly not against four people. 

“He had a crossbow of ensnaring if you want it.” Said Astarion, seemingly unfazed by the fight, happy even. Of course, he would be.

“Keep it,” she answered flatly. She didn’t want to touch the dead man’s things. “Or give it to Karlach. She doesn’t have one.”

 He shrugged and took the crossbow to the tiefling, pocketing as he did a healing potion he had found in the man’s backpack. 

“The hag of this land,” said Lae’zel coming up next to her. “I assume that must be the old woman who bade us come here.” 

Embrae nodded. She had thought the same thing. 

Lae’zel followed her gaze, fixed on the monster hunter. “You mourn his death.” It wasn’t a question.

“No. I mourn killing him,” Embrae said sharply. 

“What you did, you did to protect those you travel with,” she said. Her voice was uncharacteristically soft. Embrae looked up at her. 

“Is that what I did?” she asked sarcastically. “Because it feels like I just murdered a man in cold blood.”

 “He would have found us eventually,” said Lae’zel, unfazed. “He was an admirable hunter and would not have stopped until his quarry was captured. And if he found Astarion with us, he might have brought more of his kin. Then, you would have been forced to kill not only him but many more.”

Embrae knew she was right. It didn’t matter. She tried to look away but the gythyanki woman held a hand up to her face and turned her face roughly towards her, forcing her to look into her sharp, alien eyes. “You did not do the wrong thing. Neither was it right. It was, however, necessary. I suspect we will have more of these decisions in the coming days. You were a good leader today and I am honored to fight with you.” She let her go and turned to catch up with the others. 

Embrae stood, shaken. Then, pulling herself together, she stalked down the hill after Lae’zel. 

Rounding the house, Embrae saw not just Auntie Ethyl but two men. The three seemed to be having an altercation. 

“We know you have her, yelled a broad-shouldered, sandy-haired human man. The man beside him glowed down at the old woman as she replied querulously that she didn’t know where their sister was. She spotted Embrae. 

“Oh thank goodness you’re here dearie. These boys have it all wrong. They think I’ve taken their sister. Me! Little old Auntie Ethyl.”

Embrae tilted her head at the woman. “Did you?” she asked bluntly. 

The woman’s eyes steeled and she scowled. “Bollocks!” Green light sprang to her fingertips and she hurled it at both men. Both men fell to the ground, dead. “You were supposed to rush to my defense love. But since you’re here, you may as well step inside. Bring your friends too if you like.” 

Embrae looked back at her companions and then at the dead bodies before her. “Still want to visit this charmingly insane old woman?” She asked Astarion.

“Well, I must admit— I am a bit intrigued. But, erm, ladies first, by all means.” 

She groaned and, stepped over the threshold, trying to ignore the corpses before it. The home would have been quaint if it weren’t for the smothering gloom the bog imposed upon it. It had a large kitchen, herbs hanging from every available rafter, and every surface seemed to be covered in baked pastries: pies, cakes, cookies, muffins, and even cinnamon rolls. Auntie Ethyl stood at the fireplace stirring a large black cauldron. Beside her, sitting at the table, was a young woman with long, red frizzy hair and a very swollen belly. Her eyes were puffy as though she had been crying as she tried to force down another bit of pie. 

“Please, Auntie, I can’t eat anymore. “ she whined pathetically. 

“Gods grant me patience Mayrina. Clear your plate. You’re eating for two after all.”

Embrae frowned. “Well, I suppose this must be the sister in question.”

The girl, Mayrina, looked up at Embrae, startled. “Sister? Does— did you see my brothers?”

“Hush, girl!” snapped Ethyl. She snapped her fingers and the room filled with violet light. When the light faded, Mayrina was gone. 

“You dearie. I don’t like busybodies. And don’t you owe me an apology?”

Embrae crossed her arms defiantly. “I don’t believe I owe you anything.”

“Hmm, well, I was planning on giving you a swift kick up the arse and sending you out the door. But perhaps we can have a little fun.” 

Embrace stared at the place the young woman had been sitting. “What use do you have with that girl?”

“Psh. It’s not the girl I’m interested in dearie. It’s what she carries. But be comforted knowing it was her choice that brought her to me home. Now, quit prattling on about the brat, and let me take a look at the wriggler you’ve got planted in that pretty little head of yours.”Without waiting for an answer, Ethyl moved with a speed that was completely incongruent with her old woman persona, shoving Embrae against the wall and peering into her eye. She sensed her companions move behind her but raised a staying hand. Not yet. 

“I see it! Laying in wait behind your pretty little peeper dearie. I can remove it for your pet. But there will be a price.”

“You’re not getting my firstborn,” Embrae said sarcastically. 

“Oh no, dear!” She cackled. “Nothing so dramatic as that. Besides, your firstborn is already much too old for my tastes.” 

Embrae felt her face drain of color completely. Karlach gasped beside her. “You’re a mum, Embrae?”

“Of two, if I’m not mistaken,” crooned the old woman. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have no children.” 

She tutted. “Come now, surely you can feel it, somewhere underneath that poor addled brain dearie. A woman always knows after all.” 

Embrae felt her pale face flush with rage. “Forget it hag. No deal."

“On your own head be it, dearie,” she spat, pulling her rancid breath away. “You have a lot to look forward to petals,” she said addressing the rest of the group. The metamorphosis into a mind flayer is said to be spectacularly grotesque and exquisitely painful. Now get out, the lot of you, before you see what a hag can really do.” 

***

“We have to kill her.”

Astarion stared at the half-elf critically. She looked close to an explosion, her long hair pulled out of its findings by her nervous fingers, her face flushed a most delicious all the way to the tips of her ears. The last part, he wisely decided not to mention- her eyes already promised murder. 

“Darling, you really want us to rush into the old hag's lair and play heroes?” He scoffed. “I’m really not interested.”

“The vampire is right,” hissed Lae’zel. The girl clearly made a deal with this- hag. She must pay for her own mistakes.”

“Oh come off it,” piped in Karlach. “It’s not as though her baby should pay for her mum's mistakes. Gods know what the hag plans to do with it.”

“Well I would assume she plans to eat it,” said Astarion, thinking back to a book on dangerous deals which had included devils, fae, and hags. “But then, I’m sure the mother already knew that.”

Embrace rounded on him and he had to resist taking a step back. Usually relatively mild-mannered and calm, the half-elf was now roughly the color of Karlach. 

Her voice was dangerously calm as she addressed him and the gythyanki. “Go back to camp then. Karlach and I will take care of it.” 

She was serious. Dead serious. Why in the hells did she care so much? “Darling, if you insist on sticking your neck out for every sad case you meet, we will simply never get this worm problem solved.” He couldn’t stand fucking heroes. 

“If I didn’t stick my neck out for every sad case, you’d be on the way to Baldur’s gate with that fucking hunter. and I’m not even sure if that was the right thing to do.”

He opened his mouth to retort but no words came. Killing the hunter had bothered her, he realized. But then why—?

“I don’t regret doing it. She said sharply. But I regret that I had to— for you — for the group. I just— I just want to do something that I know is right because it seems like I have fewer and fewer opportunities…” She looked up at him, sadness and anger showing plainly as he made direct eye contact. “I won’t make any of you do anything,” she said softly. But seeing that young woman like that… no matter what she’s done.” She shuddered. “No one should ever have to live like that.” 

Memories flooded his mind at her words. Crimson eyes compelled him as a wicked voice rang out in his mind. “Do not disappoint me again boy.” The feeling of a lash across his newly scarred back. He jerked away from the memory and Cazadors eyes faded, leaving only her hazel ones staring back at him. 

He growled in frustration. This petulant little pup. “Fine,” he spat. “But if you fucking get me killed, I will become undead a second time simply to haunt you.”

Embrae looked at him in surprise then grinned. “just can’t get enough of me huh?”

“Hmph,” said Lae’zel. “I will not miss out on a fight. No matter how foolish.”

“Hells yeah,” boomed Karlach, pumping her first towards the sky. “Let’s go fuck her up.”

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Hi there, can I request the boys seeing you got injured or being attacked, whichever is fine ^^

Hey anon! You didn’t specify how injured but I’ll just run with it hahaha :)

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Scenario: You got injured Part 1

Part 2 with Zhongli

Part 3 with Xiao

Characters: gn! reader x Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe

Warnings: angst, injury, no character death though

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Diluc

“Master Diluc, if I could just interrupt--” one of the caretakers in the winery walked up to his office and prepared for the assault of words that could be fired towards him, sure enough, Diluc interrupted. “What is it? I’m a little busy right now, make it quick,” he hadn’t turned his face to look at the grim expression weaving in and out through the caretaker. Hadn’t bothered to look up to check if there was anything amiss, but the caretaker continued quickly “It’s Y/N,” the caretaker had only paused for a moment but Diluc had already picked his head up at the mention of your name. It was here that he realises something must have gone wrong, the caretaker’s expression was not a pleasant one. He was up on his feet, eyes widening a fraction at the following words, “They came back to the mansion seconds ago and they’ve been injured past what Adelinde could fix so we called for a doctor—”

In Diluc’s hurry he had stumbled over his chair, it tripping behind him with a thud on the floor but he ignored it and fast runs towards your room. Dear Archons he should NOT have let you go on that commission by yourself. You could hold your own, yes, but things happened and he really should have thought that through first. He was berating himself for it as he swung the door open. “Y/N?!” 

The urgency in his voice tells you that he perhaps had the wrong idea of what was happening, it was really just a gash on your leg, although it was bleeding profusely, the cut must have been deeper than you thought. The maid had already placed a tourniquet to stop and slow the bleeding. You tried not to show it in your face, not wanting to alarm your lover any further, but it. hurt. like. hell. “Diluc, I’m fine, it’s just a gash,” 

The maid that was previously sitting on the chair next to your bed moves away, Diluc replacing her, his eyes didn’t tear away from the wound on your leg, his expression contorted to that of worry and nervousness, before finally turning to your face, reaching a hand out to cradle your cheek. “Stop lying. You’re pale, you’re sweating--” of course he sees through you, he knows the second you get upset, knows every crease on your forehead and every slight furrow of the brow. He had memorized every inch of his beautiful, beautiful treasure. “Your hands are trembling, you’ve lost too much blood, where’s the doctor?!” He grips your hand at the realization that you might actually be in a more dire situation than presented, and just on cue the doctor comes through the door, asking for some time alone with you to do his job. 

Diluc paces outside the door, unable to stay in one place for long. He kept thinking about how frail you looked. How, if you were unlucky, it wouldn’t have just been your leg. He shook his head at the thought. He didn’t know how he was going to let you out of his sight from then on. He knew full well it would annoy you to have him following you around everywhere but.... How could he not after this?

The doctor emerged half an hour later and explained that you just needed a bit of rest and that, with a little healing magic, you didn’t need the stitches at all. “Don’t let them use that leg for a day and they should be fine, it’s nothing life-threatening but they did lose a lot of blood and is going to need time to recuperate. They’re asleep at the moment,” 

Diluc takes note of everything and quietly slips into your room. They must have sedated you in the process and he sighs as he plops down on the chair that was still placed next to your bed. His eyes soften at the sight of you finally relaxed and less in pain, hand reaching out to brush off strands of stray hair that blocked his view of your face. “You’re the only one who can scare me this much,” he mutters under his breath, as if complaining and he swears that he sees a very small and light grin on your face, as if teasing him. He smiles a little, just happy that you’re stabilized and leans in to kiss your forehead, opting to stay by your side till you wake up.

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Kaeya

“What do you mean unconscious?”

“J-Just as we said, Captain. They were unconscious when we found them,” Kaeya sighs in slight exasperation. Normally he was a jolly camper but when the knight in front of him is unable to say how injured you are, Kaeya gets a little wordy. “I meant to say why were they unconscious? Were they hurt? Where are they now?”

Kaeya stands. He was in the middle of some Favonius paper work. “They were bleeding profusely from the head,” Kaeya stops as if lightning has struck him and stares pointedly at the knight. “These details should be said early on,” he thought that it had just been something less threatening. Perhaps you had somehow passed out, exhausted, on your bedroom floor. Or perhaps had just rolled from the bed and onto the floor. They said that they found you in the bedroom, and his blood froze when he realizes that someone went in there to attack you.

Kaeya doesn’t bother talking the other knight into giving better reports next time, he’d do that later. He could guess that you were probably taken into the Favonius infirmary. Sure enough, when he walks in there, face scrunched up into what could only be described as worry and anger mingling together, you were awake, head bandaged up and your eyes meet. His heart breaks at how you still smile at him despite the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. He stands next to the infirmary bed and gingerly touches your cheek, peering into your eyes. “Y/N, what happened?” he asks, eyes scanning the bandages wrapped around you. “Who did this?” and there was that angry and cold undertone in his voice that you rarely heard, as if his cryo vision had taken over his whole being.

“I’m sorry, Kaeya, I-- I can’t quite remember,” You put a hand up to cover half of your eye, your head was still throbbing and in quick realization Kaeya eases up on you and gently pushes you on your back to rest. “It’s fine, sorry, I just--” he cuts his own speech off and takes a deep breath in. Focus on the good. He tells himself. “I’m glad you’re alright, take it easy, I’ll take care of things,” By that he means he might just slaughter whoever even had the guts to break into your house and attack you in the middle of the day. The break-in was reported by townspeople, and Kaeya was sure as hell he’d get every witness to describe that asshole’s face. 

“You’re staying with me for the moment,” he decides quite quickly, and you had no qualms with that whatsoever. Hearing that you had no protest at all, he grins and leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, afraid to hurt you. “No complaints? Perhaps this was your grand scheme all along to come live with me,” You can’t help but chuckle at how quick he bounces back. “Maybe, honey. Maybe,”

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Albedo

“Ow--” the knife clatters to the floor, as blood starts to pool around your finger. Albedo spins around at the meek sound you make, ignoring the knife on the floor and strides over to you just as you’ve turned on the sink and started running water on the small cut on your finger.

“Let me see,” You turn to him, blinking. His face was blank. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he was staring straight at you. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just a small cut,” but he doesn’t waver and glances at the water running over your finger. “Let me see,” he tries again, this time rather forceful. That got you to obey. Turning the faucet off and awkwardly offering your hand to him.

He receives it and cradles it in his as if it was porcelain, upturning your hand to look at the small cut on your pointer finger. It was tiny. Really nothing compared to wounds that a knight might sustain. Albedo sighs and looks up at you, “Don’t go anywhere,” before stalking off, coming back a few seconds later with a first aid kit. “...Al, it’s alright, it’s not a big deal,” Albedo would only let one person give him a nickname. You. No one else. Frankly he thought the nickname was weird but if it danced on your lips, he didn’t mind it at all.

“Y/N, you’re mistaken if you think I’m going to take this lightly,” he takes out some ointment and a small roll of bandage, starting with the ointment. “Everything and anything that hurts you is a significant thing,” his gaze darkens, as if glowering at that microscopic cut. “Miniscule or massive, it doesn’t make a difference to me,” he starts wrapping your finger, “if it taints your skin, I cannot help but feel--” he doesn’t know the right word, but you do, judging from how his hold on your wrist tightens. 

A soft smile paints your features at how he was such a worry-wart. Sometimes he was so bad at navigating his own feelings but you could decipher them anyway, from his actions. You let him worry over you, and thank him once he’s done. He finishes his work by taking your hand, and pressing it to his lips, his eyes darting up to lock on yours. That made you blush every damn time. His green eyes were just so mesmerizing, and so was his heart.

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Childe

Dear mother of the Archons, perhaps whoever was responsible for your injuries had some type of death wish. Everyone should offer prayers for whoever had cut you up. Your arms and legs were littered with small scratches from trying to run away from the attackers, you thought going through the thick forest was a good idea. In essence, it had slowed the thieves down. They had managed to throw a fire bomb at you that severely burned your right hand, and the right side of your abdomen. 

Perhaps it was thanks to adrenaline running through you that you had actually managed to make it to the gates of Liyue, just before the bridge, but you’d crumpled down right then and there. The Millelith guards didn’t recognize you, but the three Fatui agents walking on the bridge did. “Someone had better tell him,” The group of Fatuis scrambled nearer to you, one of them picking you up, but glancing at the other who had just spoken up. “I’m not doing that, you do it,” it was slightly comical, seeing them pass off the duty of who was supposed to report to Childe about it. “You know how he gets when it comes to them, I’m not doing--” then one of them finally gets their bearings together.

“Shut up, get them to the healer first,” The tallest one shoves the one carrying you, urging him to go fast and off he went. Now it was just two Fatui agents looking at each other. Two Fatui agents who decided that they would just face his wrath together. “Sir,” one of them starts as Childe turns around to look at them. He actually had no tasks today and was just about to go off to find you. “About Y/N...” Childe’s eyebrows shoot up, what in the world could these agents have to say about you? “We’ve sent them to the healers, they collapsed at the entrance of Liyue, it... doesn’t look good...”

All hell descends upon Childe’s demeanor and poise. His face darkens, his eyes burning holes through the two agents and his fists closed up on his side. His bow appears and hovers behind him, the only thing that shone through his dark person. “The two of you--” he starts, “are going to find out who did it. I’m expecting a report by nightfall,”

Childe himself shows up at the healers quarters, and was told of your condition. “Their hand is going to scar,” keeps reverberating in his head. Like the sound that he imagines the skulls of those who dared touch you crunching under his feet, over and over again. Childe actually winces when he sees you. Small bandages on your arms and legs from the scratches, your right hand wrapped up adequately and, he couldn’t see it now, but he was sure your abdomen was wrapped too.

You cracked an eye open, feeling another presence in the room. Childe immediately appears next to you, leaning over the bed and watching your expression. “...It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asks, tracing over your bandaged hand. You remained quiet for a moment before nodding your head slowly. Just remembering it caused a blinding pain in your mind’s eye. You’d been given drugs to ease the pain now, but there were still traces of it lingering on your skin. “How dare they,” both your eyes snapped open at Childe’s nearly contorted voice, shadowed and overpowered by rage. 

You pick up your good hand and touch his arm with the tips of your fingers. You didn’t like it when he got like this. “Childe, it’s alright,” far from it, but it was the only reassurance you could offer. He catches your hand and brings it up to his face, pressing your hand to his cheek as if it was a lifeline. “It’s not. It’s not,” he repeats to himself, his anger also stemming from the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you. “They’ll regret even laying eyes on you,” You knew he wanted to go now, knew that he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but you yet again pull your hand away to grasp at his shirt, the fabric scrunching up under your hold. “...But stay with me for tonight? Please?” 

That got him. He would never say no. His form relaxes and he leans in to kiss your lips, gentle yet with a hidden hunger in them. “Of course,” he simply says, as if his previous agenda forgotten.

But he would never forget. He would never forget for as long as he could see that scar. 

Tomorrow, he would decimate each and every one of them.

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[sluttywonwoo]

pretend || j.ww x reader

Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense

Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n:  originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.

“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.

He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”

You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu. 

“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.

“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.

You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”

“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera. 

“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips. 

“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap. 

“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”

“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.

“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”

She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”

She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.

“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.

“A little,” you admitted. “You?”

“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”

You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”

From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead. 

“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”

“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”

“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.

You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random. 

“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”

“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat. 

“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”

You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”

“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor. 

You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.

“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.

“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”

“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”

“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion. 

“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked. 

“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”

Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his. 

You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily. 

“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”

“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”

You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”

Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself. 

“Anyway, moving on.”

You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud. 

“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”

You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”

“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”

“Mingyu!” 

“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”

“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler. 

“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”

“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”

Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him. 

You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset. 

His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him. 

“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you. 

You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts. 

“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up. 

“I’m not bored.”

“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”

“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”

“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”

Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”

“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”

Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence. 

“I know that.”

“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued. 

“I know,” he repeated.

“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”

“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?” 

“Y/n,”

“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”

You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard. 

You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there. 

Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to. 

Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”

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[ynscrazylife]

Can I please please request one where Natasha and Yelena have another younger sister (Y/N) and she gets badly injured and her older sisters are hysterical since they’re afraid to lose one they love the most

A Race Against Time | romanoff fam fic

Summary: Natasha and Yelena do their best to help their hurt younger sister.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting!

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“Everybody alright?” Natasha asked as Alexei and Melina approached her and Yelena. The redhead herself definitely hadn’t gotten out of the whole ordeal without injuries. In fact, from Dreykov punching her to the fight against the Widows, and the fight against Antonia (not to mention the injuries from the past few days that she hadn’t taken care of), she was in some pain. However she didn’t worry about herself, she knew she’d be fine. She always was.

Natasha glanced over and spotted Y/N making her way over to them, too. From the distance, Natasha couldn’t tell that she was limping and was very hurt.

“I am clearly injured,” Melina deadpanned, causing Natasha to look back over and send her adoptive mother a smile as an apology. With a quick glance, Natasha could tell that she’d be okay, she’d just need a cast on that ankle and-

Thump.

The sound, accompanied by Yelena’s loud gasp and yelp, broke through Natasha’s thoughts and caused her to whip around suddenly. The sight her eyes landed on instantly sent what felt like an ice shard plunging into her chest. No. No.

By the time she snapped out of it, Yelena was already by Y/N’s unconscious figure, which the thump must have been - her plummeting to the ground - and Alexei was helping Melina over as fast as he could. Natasha sped past them and dropped to her knees, her brain wired to already be processing the situation and formulating a plan, while she lightly stopped Yelena’s wrist to prevent her from going to shake Y/N.

“You don’t move someone who is unconscious unless necessary - it could injure them,” she breathed out. Yelena, who could see that her older sister was in autopilot mode, sat back and let her do her thing, opting to look up at her parents, instead.

Both their eyes were glued to Y/N. Alexei’s eyebrows crinkled and, after taking a big breath, muttered (just loud enough for them to hear), “There’s blood on you.”

Natasha’s eyes snapped down and sure enough, her knees were bloodied. She quickly looked up only to see blood beginning to come from Y/N’s stomach where she had fallen on her side. Closing her eyes for a moment to allow herself to think, Natasha carefully and gently pulled up Y/N’s shirt, only to see an open gash in the shape of the Widow hourglass.

“Wha-?” She said, barely forming a word, and Yelena leaned over to see.

She immediately began shaking her head and pushed Y/N onto her back. “I-I know what this is, I think. I remember hearing about a weapon that’d leave that mark,” she rambled out.

Melina peered over Natasha’s shoulder and when she saw it, her face went pale. “That-that weapon, it ejects a blast that makes that mark when it meets the skin. It was made as a precaution in case any of the Widows went rogue - it was made years ago. But only a few were made because they were so confident in themselves. It-it goes along with a process they constructed to re-brainwash the Widows. The blast gets under her skin, in her body, with a chemical that’s in it, and that chemical starts the brainwashing process,” she explained.

A park of hope entered Yelena’s eyes. “So she won’t be fully brainwashed?” She asked.

“Not without the rest of the procedure,” Melina began, but then her eyes widened when she remembered something and horror quickly flashed across her face. “But if the process isn’t completed within a certain time period, the chemical will wear off its brainwashing effects and instead will start hurting her . . . A lot . . . But I have an antidote-” her tone sped up now, “-It’s back at the house. We need to get her there.”

Natasha and Yelena nodded, both having gone through a great wave of emotions throughout Melina’s words. Yelena, while racked with worry, still remained hopeful, and Natasha did her best to be, too, but her tears were drying and she was sniffling.

“The jet is-” Alexei began to say, when the sound of the engines of cars rapidly approaching cut him off.

Natasha looked over. “Shit, Ross,” she said, regretting even tipping him off to their location in the first place.

Melina bit her lip. “You girls go. Take Y/N home. The antidote is labelled ‘Ant-Widow,’,” she told them firmly.

Yelena’s lips parted to protest, not wanting to split up, but catching Natasha picking up Y/N out of the corner of her eye stopped her. She nodded, rising to her feet.

“We’ll distract them. They won’t want anything to do with us when they realize you’re not here,” Melina insisted.

Natasha sent her a look that she could only hope was conveying everything she wanted it to. A million thoughts whizzed about in her mind, none making room for each other. She wondered, would they leave them alone? Or would they be taken into questioning? Shouldn’t she be the one facing Ross - since she called him there? Is Y/N going to be okay? Will they get there in time?

By the way Melina looked back at her, Natasha thought that her message had been received. There was no time to go over the plan any longer, if they stayed even a couple more seconds they’d get caught by Ross, whose army of cars headed to a halt.

Natasha bolted off in the jet’s direction, Yelena quick on her heels. They rushed inside and Natasha took her time to gently put Y/N down before going to the pilot seat. Yelena sat down in the back, wanting to watch over their little sister.

Neither of them said anything until Natasha had gotten them off the ground and away from the field. Yelena could hear the engine whirring and she knew that Natasha was going as fast as this aircraft could probably go.

“Natasha,” she said, her voice small and hesitant, reminding Natasha of her own self when she was younger. The redhead braced herself for her sister’s words. “Do you think we’ll get there in time?”

Natasha let out a slow yet steady breath, fighting back the urge to tell her not to say that. She wondered the same thing, and she hated it. She didn’t answer, though, because she didn’t want to lie. She didn’t know herself, and she also hated that.

Yelena looked down in defeat when she didn’t get an answer and continued watching Y/N. She couldn’t stop herself from worrying and when she spotted the other injuries — bruises, cuts, scrapes — littering her body, she got up and went to the back.

The blonde grabbed the med kit they had stored and went back, quickly opening it up and getting everything she needed. First, bandages. Yelena put pressure on the wound even though she knew it wouldn’t bleed out, and a twinge of guilt hit her when Y/N moved and groaned unconsciously.

She then wrapped up Y/N’s stomach and tended to her other injures, every so often glancing at Natasha, who she could see by the way she was sitting up straight that she was tense. Upset. Worried. Yelena had to admit she was feeling those same things but busied herself by taking care of Y/N.

This carried on and they were about ¾ there when everything shifted. Y/N, who had been mostly quiet throughout the journey, suddenly rolled onto her side, eyes opening with a startled gasp.

Natasha frantically looked up at Yelena and the latter jumped to resolve the situation. Gently, she put her hands on her younger sister’s shoulders and tried to turn her onto her back, but Y/N fought her off and scurried back, against the wall.

“Y/N,” Yelena said, slowly putting her hands up in a “surrender” gesture.

The younger one shook her head as tears began to flow down her cheeks. “It-it hurts,” she got out, wrapping her arms around herself.

Yelena sent Natasha a frightened, desperate look and the glint in Natasha’s eyes held tears in them. “I can’t go any faster!” She cried out in frustration, her anger at her helplessness beginning to grow.

Yelena turned back to Y/N. “Take deep breaths with me, okay?” She said, and took a couple deep breaths to show her. It took Y/N a second, but she followed along. However, the pain didn’t take a break for long, and quickly came crashing back to her, like a magnet.

She let out another cry, but this one filled with that much more anguish, desperation, a pure rage from wanting it to be over, a rage that nearly caused her to vomit. Y/N leaned forward, hoping that there was something - anything - that could relieve this pain for even just a second. The warmth she was soon filled with from her older sister’s arms wrapping around her and pulling her close did nothing to soothe pain, but she found someone to have a steady grip on, someone to hold.

This continued on. In every cry let out, Yelena could’ve sworn each one was louder than the last. She didn’t know what to do so she did the only thing she could and stayed there. After  a particularly loud cry from Y/N, Yelena couldn’t stop a “Natasha!” from escaping.

“I’m trying!” She shouted over the engine and over Y/N, doing her best to blink away the tears and focus, but everytime she was on the brink of it, something tore her away.

After what felt like what could only be described as eons, Natasha managed to touch down in the same spot she had just a day ago. The moment they made contact, she leapt out of her seat, nearly tumbling to the floor, and practically fell against the door.

“Stay with her,” was all she said to Yelena before pushing all her weight against the door and breaking off into a run towards the house.

Natasha had run fast before. To escape Antonia, on countless SHIELD missions, and even to beat Sam in a race, but none amounted to this. The mountains and trees whipped by so fast that she felt like she was in a race car and it made her head spin. Nonetheless (and she thanked her extensive training for that), Natasha’s stamina held out and she ran through the house, tripping over things and knocking others over, until she reached Melina’s office.

At first, everything looked like a normal office space for a normal business woman, but the underlying science and spy secrecy that she knew had to be inside was revealed. Cabinets upon cabinets filled with vials upon vilas and files upon files. She scoured the entire room and nearly dropped the green-filled file when she saw its label. This was it.

A moment of victory passed until Natasha remembered the weight of the situation and she got back on her feet, running like the wind, and leaving behind the office looking like some raccoons had gotten inside.

By the time she reached the top of the hill, Natasha could make out the outline of Yelena carrying Y/N (who was draped over her like a curtain, by the way) toward her.

They met in the middle and Yelena put Y/N down, the older sisters kneeling beside her. Y/N was half-conscious at this point and Natasha moved at the speed of light to get the vial lid off. “She was getting worse, I couldn’t wait!” Yelena yelled.

When she got it open, Natasha pushed it towards Y/N’s lips. “Y/N, honey, c’mon, you gotta drink,” she encouraged, hand trembling as Y/N attempted to fight her off. It was only Yelena running her hands through her hair that calmed her down, and she took a small sip of the vial’s contents at first before gulping it down.

When she stopped squirming and seemed to no longer be in pain, instead falling into a peaceful sleep, that’s when both Natasha and Yelena had calmed down. It had been a rollercoaster, but they did it, and she was okay. The two held each other, relieved.  

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[shivada-jade]

soulmates!

soulmate!au because im weak. you're weak too.

characters: bennett, zhongli, diluc ➡ mentions: barbara, lisa, guizhong, hu tao, kaeya, crepus warning(s): bennett luck (he gets hurt a lot), wrote this at 2:48am so my writing may or may not make sense

bennett: feels the same emotions from the other, but the emotions have to be strong and genuine

he never understood your sudden bursts of sadness. it would come at the most inconvenient at times.

for as long as he could remember, the emotions that weren't his are mostly sad. he asked his dads about it and gently told him his soulmate system is feeling emotions from the other.

after crying from an unknown pain, he made it his soul purpose to constantly be happy all the time, no matter how unlucky he could be so you can be happy too.

his dads worry when he falls down and scrapes his knee, but he would always reply with, "i'm not hurt! my soulmate is hurt!"

he would then clutch the fabric on his chest tightly, like he's been stabbed with a sword and say, "my soulmate hurts right here."

he heaves a breath, "it doesn't compare to whatever luck i get."

"this pain is bearable," he convinces himself when he comes out a hilichurl camp in cuts and bruises.

"your soulmate needs you to be happy for them," he chastises himself for shedding a tear when another adventurer wronged him.

he visits barbara to heal his wounds and asks how she always looks so... happy, so smiley.

"all it takes is one smile to make yourself happy. it can be a slow process but it works!" she singsongs, "miss lisa showed me a study about it."

ever since barbara explained, he smiles the brightest of smiles in mondstadt. he refuses to let other adventurers let him down, worried he might hurt you more than it is.

soon, he finds out that he feels no sadness coming from you. he feels no weight on his shoulders. he feels happy after Good hunter ran out of food for him.

these are not my emotions, he thinks, a wide grin creeping it's way to his face.

he lets out the loudest laugh, giggles, and various joyous noises. he's never felt so happy in his life. for once, he feels lucky, because for once, you're finally happy in the other end of his invisible red string of fate.

his luck skyrockets when he sees a person around his age, with a gorgeous smile adorning their features. he knows its you, sitting by the fountain making wishes. he knows it's you when he sees your eyes that hold so much emotion.

it was as if his heart was tugging him to where you sat.

he's never felt so lucky to have you as his soulmate.

"thank you giving the best smiles"

zhongli: every time he passes his soulmate, he hears the sounds of bells ringing

now, zhongli never thought he would have a soulmate because of his past title of 'archon.' soulmate systems are a tricky thing. he knows there are so many ways to know your soulmate system.

the common system was their first words tattooed on themselves. many others had the ability to know when they meet them, in other words, a count down.

but zhongli never had those two, nor did he have faith in the soulmate system until the lantern rite festival.

walking by the busy streets, he muses to himself how pretty liyue is under the blanket of the moon and stars. he hears the merchants call to customers, attracting and waving at them to buy their products. he hears the clink of the mora in their bag is loud; the laughter from the children young and old marry a soft smile to his face.

he freezes, hearing something that should not belong in the lantern rite. the sound of bells ringing. it isn't any cow bell, or school bell. it's the sound of echoing, melodious wedding bells ringing his ear.

he vaguely remembers his friend guizhong mentioning about this rare particular soulmate system when she still roamed teyvat.

a soulmate!

zhongli stands straighter, eyes grazing on the sea of people, trying to see if anyone stopped to hear the bells he heard. he mutters a few apologies when people bump into him with lanterns in their hands, but that doesn't matter to him.

fate brought someone for him to love. it's just that... he doesn't know where.

he walks forward, he walks backwards to where he came from. he walks to the docks then to the top of liyue harbour, but he can't hear the sound of the bells again.

he doesn't panic. he doesn't rush, because he knows fate will bring you back together. he just doesn't know how long until he'll hear the bells again.

it came to him a surprise when he hears the bells everyday after that.

everyday when he sits at third-round knockout he hears the sound of bells behind him, but when he turns, he knows you've left already.

he sighs, blowing on his tea before taking light sips. it seems he won't be meeting you today.

one day, the ringing just stops. there's no sign of you, or your presence. zhongli assumes you're just taking a sick day, or you've decided to rest, but after a week of not hearing the bells, he worries.

archons, how he wanted to look for you, but he doesn't even know who you are. hu tao encourages zhongli to take the day off and look for you, so he did.

walking aimlessly in liyue, doubt crosses his mind. what if you were here for a business trip and left? it wasnt until he passes by a stunning figure he hears the bells again. he stiffens and turns to you when you stopped next to him.

"thank goodness," he says, slightly covering his smile with a gloved hand.

your eyes sparkle as you look at him, "thank goodness indeed."

diluc: lost possesions will come to your soulmate

for as long diluc knows, strange things always end up in his possessions: hairclips, pens, coins, and archons forbid- his soulmate's overdue bills.

his father laughs when younger diluc comes home dragging a wagon and the biggest teddy bear in history, because how on teyvat does someone lose a teddy bear taller than a door. crepus watches his son struggling to drag the big toy home and sees his other son pushing the wagon from behind, also struggling.

"what do you have there?"

all the response he gets are grunts. the side of his eyes crinkle with mirth, seeing his two sons having trouble bringing it home.

"father!" diluc calls out with a grin missing two of his front teeth, "i don't know where it came from. it's like it appeared from the sky."

"it actually did fall out of the sky!" kaeya says, "we were at the vineyard and i saw diluc get crushed!"

"i did not get crushed."

"did too," kaeya retaliates, sticking his tongue out.

that was the first time diluc heard of this certain soulmate system. lost things from his soulmate go to his possession; lost things from diluc go to his soulmate's possession.

crepus glances at his boys and gets an idea. he calls for them to follow him, and they do, obediently. he leads them to his room, pulling out a treasure chest full of frilly clothes, dresses, outfits that range from a farmer's outfit to a noblewoman.

"this chest is where your mother kept her favourite things," crepus pulls out a necklace from the bottom of the case. "this necklace was particularly her favourite."

diluc can see why. he's mesmerized by the ruby sparkle it hangs. the gold chain complimenting the red jewel and making it complete.

crepus clutches the necklace, looking at it longingly before placing it back in the chest. he places out all the old clothes from the container and lays it on his bed.

"you can keep your soulmate's things here like i once did. your pops is getting too old anyway, i-"

kaeya interrupts crepus jumps on the clothes that are on the bed, creating a havoc in the room. he jumps on the bed with so much energy even after diluc tells him about the story of the 5 little monkeys jumping on the bed.

though, crepus is having none of that. he picks up diluc by his small arms and flings him to kaeya, looking like a bowling ball knocking down a pin. the two boys gasp for air, shooting dirty looks at their father before they chase him out of the house.

the corner of diluc's mouth twitch up ever so slightly, remembering when he first knew of his soulmate. it would take a very observant person to notice his smile. he polishes the glass behind angel's share's counter. under the filtered sunlight, the glass glints. satisfied with the cleanliness.

the chest his father game him was fill of trinkets his soulmate had lost over the years, and good grief. his soulmate must be the most disorganized person ever. he remembers walking to dawn winery and a sack of mora drop on his feet. it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but the thing that has diluc worried is how his soulmate tends to lose the biggest things like a 7-foot-tall teddy bear.

diluc is about to place the wine glass on a cupboard until SMACK.

a thick paper hits his face from seemingly nowhere and so he knows that is his soulmate losing the tenth thing for the day. he has a room dedicated for the things his soulmate has lost, and he thinks he might need a second room.

he pulls the paper off his face and his eyes widen in shock. this two-inch thick paper are legal documents. loan agreements. overdue loan agreements.

[Name] [Last Name]

he notes the name in his head. [Name] owes the fatui 35 thousand mora as interest. what kind of reckless person- then it hits his mind. that sack of mora that fell from the sky was that 35 thousand to pay off the loans.

he knows where to go. he leaves the wineglass on the counter for charles to pick up and hastily grabs his coat and leaves the door.

"liyue, liyue, liyue, and the fatui." he chants in his head. loans. he greets his maid before ascending to his room. he snatches the mora that dropped on his feet and sprints out the door to retrieve his stallion.

a few hours at most to make it to where his fated partner was at, and so he sets off.

arriving at liyue is strange, seeing diluc's attire did not match the city, and seeing his hands are holding the reins of his horse tightly. a strange traveler from a foreign land... with a majestic stallion. he looks like a prince straight out of a fairytale.

he lightly pats his horse, urging to go a bit faster from the trotting they were doing until he meets the gaze of a distressed person in front of the fatui.

"i swear! i had the money and the papers just today!"

diluc scoffs, knowing who they were now, and they did not have the money today. they lost it a week ago.

"listen," the masked fatui grumbles. "im just here to do my job. if i don't have the money in my hands right now i'll-"

diluc jumps off the saddle and unloads the sack of mora from the side, dropping it on the fatui's hand with a seething glare, yet still polite.

"i believe they owe you 35 thousand? sounds about right, no?" he says, letting his diplomatic side show a bit. "for the sake of it, why not amuse me and take this, david. hmm?"

the fatui goes rigid, hearing his name. he slowly lifts his eyes up, "master diluc." he curtly nods and skittishly walks away. one time david spilled drinks at a mondstadt political gathering. he spilled it on diluc.

the ragnvindr waits for the fatui to walk away before turning to his, supposedly love of his life.

"you're the one who lost a 7-foot-tall teddy bear when i was six," he points out, waiting for your response.

his soulmate sheepishly smiles, "well- i would have a good defense but hey, did you at least enjoy having a 7-feet-tall teddy bear fall on you?"

"i did, along with a glass mug falling on me as well."

"i just cant believe how you never lose your stuff!" they retort, "the only thing i got was a missing tooth from you."

the tip of diluc's ears turn the same colour as his hair, but still wears a stoic expression. "i'm diluc ragnvindr," he greets, slightly bowing his head.

"and i'm yours"

part 2: with ganyu, kaeya and thoma

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[oddaodd]

· I Don't Go In For Sweets ·

Request: by a lovely anon "set after the events of season 3. Tommy can't handle the company, he's still grieving and he has to be there for Charlie so Polly tells him she knows a girl from a good family to get married He ends up agreeing (aunt Pol can be very persuasive) but even though he's married, this new girl isn't considered as a wife. He doesn't really make any effort but his "wife" understands, he's a widowed father who lost his first wife only a year ago. However since they are...in this, she wants to make her time as enjoyable as possible for the both of them and for Charlie too. But no matter what Tommy makes it a point of honor to not let her in, to not let her replace Grace so he ignores her, he works more, tries to spend as little as possible in the house. Reader stays patient, it will be alright and Charlie is making her quite busy anyway. One night, Tommy comes home completely drunk and maybe a bit high too, he can't even make it to his office. Thankfully Reader is still awake, she takes care of him and Tommy just...melts at how gentle Reader is, he may be able to keep his distant while sober but it's much harder in his state. He admits to her how he's been feeling and all. Ever since that night, something changed, Tommy feels some comfort, some solace being around her, she accepts him wholly, even his flaws, the bad side of his business and she tries to provide some sort of safe place for when it gets too hard." (I edited the request because it was very long, but I kept all essential parts in there)

Author’s note: I loved loved loved writing this and it ended up being SUPER long, but I’m very happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days!

Warnings: season 3 SPOILERS sort of, but not really, still read at your own risk. Arranged marriage, mentions of alcohol and drugs, angst.

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“Thomas, you may not be able to see it, but you’re breaking apart” Polly spoke with a sigh as she lit a cigarette after everyone was dismissed from a family meeting.

Everyone had left Tommy’s office in arrow house rather gaily after receiving their fair compensations for partaking in the whole Russian ordeal, all except Polly, who remained where she sat, wishing for a word with her nephew

Tommy merely scoffed at her concern before lighting his own cigarette and taking a puff “I’ll be alright”

“And Charlie?” Pol pressed knowing Tommy’s mourning was not only affecting him, but Charlie as well. “What about him?”

“He’s fine” He said before turning around to look through the window, ignoring his Aunt’s heavy stare.

“You take too much after your mother” she sighed half angry half sad “she too loved pretending everything was alright and I don’t need to remind you where that lead her”

Tommy sighed deeply, he knew he could fool anyone. Anyone but Polly. “We’ll manage”

“Consider my offer” Polly said standing up and making her way to the door “Y/n is a good girl from a good family” she persuaded before leaving the room.

Tommy sighed at his Aunt’s words, he wasn’t ready to get married again even when he knew the woman he would be marrying was a nice one. He felt like he was spitting on Grace’s grave and he hated himself for even considering the prospect, but he knew a mother figure would be good for Charlie.

He spent the rest of the day pondering about Polly’s suggestion and remembering his own childhood in the shadow of the absent tortured presence that his mother had been. It didn’t take him long to decide he didn’t want that for Charlie, so that same night he phoned Polly.

“I’ll do it” was all he said before hanging up. There was no need for more words, Polly would know exactly what he meant.

Exactly a week later, Tom was standing in the altar of a church that was significantly smaller than the one from his first wedding. The fact that everything about this wedding was so obscenely different from his first did soothe his guilt a bit. And as he stood there he couldn’t keep his mind from traveling to the days leading up to his wedding to Grace. She had made sure everything was perfect and had made an effort to invite every single relative she could think of. She remembered her rambling on an on about fabrics, insisting that everything ought to be perfect when he in all honestly couldn’t care less, he just wanted to marry her.

All his thoughts vanished away with a poof when Y/n came into sight. And what a sight she was. She had insisted on doing her own makeup and on pinning flowers to her hair to compliment her headpiece and her elegant, yet simple white dress flowed almost mystically as her father gave her away. She had never imagined she would be marrying someone she didn’t know, but she wanted to look her best for getting married is not something people do everyday.

When she stood in the altar, she offered her to be husband a smile which he did not return, instead turning his attention to the priest before them. She mirrored his actions, her heart beating violently under her chest as the priest began speaking.

It all felt like a blur, she could swear it had only been a second since her father had given her away and yet, the priest had already uttered the dreaded “you may now kiss the bride”

Tommy barely brushed his lips against hers and soon the sound of everyone clapping invaded her ears. They had a small party afterwards in Y/n’s former house. Her parents had invited pretty much all of their acquaintances while tommy had only invited his close relatives.

When night fell Tommy was more than ready to leave “Are you ready to go?” was one of the few sentences he uttered to his now wife that night.

She again offered him a smile before saying “yeah just let me say goodbye”

The drive to arrow house was tense, although Y/n didn’t know Thomas very well she would tell he was unhappy. She wondered about what to say to him, but couldn’t come up with anything good enough and soon enough they were pulling over in front of Tommy’s stately home.

“Charlie must already be asleep, but I'll introduce you tomorrow” he said opening Y/n’s door for her.

“It’s alright” she said looking at him, not quite knowing what to do next.

“Your parents sent some of your belongings, I've already asked the maids to take them up to your-our room” he said

“Thank you, Thomas” she smiled as she walked into the big house not yet feeling close enough to him to call him Tommy.

His name falling from her lips caused an echo of bittersweet emotions to stir inside him but he masked it perfectly well as she introduced Y/n to the maids that went to the door to take their coats.

“Frances here will show you the way to the room” he said after having made introductions.

“This way, Mrs” Frances politely said.

Y/n began following her but stopped when she didn’t hear Tommy’s footsteps behind her own.

“Are you not coming?” she asked turning to look at him.

“Maybe in a bit” was all he said before he walked away down one of the many spacious hallways of the house.

After Y/n made herself comfortable in the room and changed into her nightgown she took the time to peek around the room like one always does when one is a strange place. After familiarizing herself with it she laid down in the big bed. She was nervous, she knew what happened on wedding nights. A small chuckle stopped at her lips when she recalled the stories her close already married girlfriends told her. If she hadn’t married a complete stranger she too would be looking forward to it.

Her thoughts ended up luring her to sleep after a while despite her nerves and the night went by in a ridiculously fast flash. The next morning she woke up alone and after getting ready she made her way downstairs. Tommy and Charlie were already in the dining room when she entered it.

“good morning” she said

Charlie immediately turned his attention to her, his eyes widening while his dad merely glanced at her while he muttered a “Good morning “ of his own.

Y/n sat down next to Tommy while he cleared his throat “charles, this is Y/n. We got married yesterday so she’ll be living with us from now on”

Charlie merely nodded in understanding before playing around with his food.

A tense air flooded breakfast until Tommy stood up, having barely touched his food and spoke turning to look at Y/n “I have to go now, if you need anything feel free to ask Frances”

“Alright” Y/n replied feeling a bit disappointed, she would love to get to know him, but she already knew it was going to be difficult.

“I have to go too” Charlie announced in a timid voice, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. Despite her disappointment she understood, maybe he was just shy and his dad just reticent. They had lost a wife and a mother after all.

The first few days after that, Charlie avoided her nearly as much as his father did and Y/n remained in lonely patience until one night Charlie’s cries interrupted her focus on the book that she had just bought. She rushed to his room and called out his name as she entered not knowing if the boy would be comfortable with her or not.

“What is it?” she asked worried as she knelt by his bed.

“I miss my mum” the boy confessed looking at her with teary eyes as he clutched his blanket.

Y/n felt her heart give a small ache at his confession and in an attempt to comfort him she spoke “She’s not really gone, you know?”

“She’s dead” the boy sobbed.

“but people who die, don’t leave us. Not really anyhow” she said hesitantly rubbing his arm. “just because we cant see them doesn’t mean they are not here”

“I miss seeing her” he continued.

“Oh but you can still see her”

“how”

“before you go to bed just think about her, then she’ll visit you in your dreams” Y/n spoke as if she was telling a fairy tale.

“really?” the boy’s eyes widened.

“really” Y/n confirmed “But you have to think really really hard”

“I’ll try” Charlie said having calmed down a bit.

“very well” Y/n said as she stood up, but Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“can you stay till I fall asleep?”

After that night, Charlie hardly left Y/n’s side and she felt much better with his company for she was sure if he wasn’t there keeping her on her toes all day she would fall into a depressive chasm induced by her husband’s absence.

On the rare moments he was home she tried to strike up conversation with him over breakfast or late at night when he came home and she was burdened by insomnia. But Tommy only humored her with a few short responses before excusing himself or turning to face the other side of the bed.

It wasn’t only the fact that he avoided her as much as he could, but he also made it a priority to exclude her at all times. She was never invited into family meetings or night’s at The Garrison so she thought it was a miracle when tommy didn’t oppose to her planning Charlie’s birthday party.

She invited only Tommy’s family which instantly warmed up to her, noticing what a good influence she was and Polly wanted to slap Thomas for the way he had been acting throughout his marriage to Y/n. Almost feeling guilty for getting her into this mess.

When the party ended Tommy shut himself in his office like he often did when he was at home and though he had never given Y/n a reason to believe she was welcome in there of all places, she found herself allowing herself in after putting Charlie to bed.

Tommy looked up as she entered and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to some papers he had been reading.

“I noticed you didn’t have any” she commented not letting his sigh deflate her as she laid a plate with a slice of homemade chocolate cake on his desk. “it’s really good if I may say so myself” she mused sitting down in a chair opposite to his as she dug in with a fork in her own slice.

“I don’t go in for sweets” he stated.

“Not even chocolate?” Y/n tried, but tommy didn’t answer, instead he just shook his head.

“I still think you should try it, it’s not overly sweet, and…”

“is there anything you need?” he interrupted bluntly a bit harsher than he would’ve liked.

His tone caught her off guard and when she couldn’t come up with an answer tommy again turned his attention back to his papers.

“I wish you could let me in” She softly confessed after a few tense seconds.

“Well I wish we hadn’t married but I guess things don’t always go the way we want them to go”

Tommy knew he had crossed a line by the silence that again settled into the room. He looked up at Y/n with her parted lips and misty eyes. They exchanged glances for a second but instead of allowing him to see her like that any longer, she stood up setting her plate on his desk and walked away, only allowing a few tears to drop by when she was out of the room and his sight.

After that she stopped trying to get closer to him. He still loved his late wife and she understood, people in grief never mean what they say after all, but his words stung nonetheless.

She stopped trying to wait for him at night to see if he had gotten home alright and during breakfast she only uttered polite good mornings.

One night however, Y/n was yanked out of a peaceful sleep by a loud crash. She was on her feet in no time and after checking into Charlie’s room to see if he was alright she cautiously ventured downstairs. A few incoherent mumbles filled her ears before her husband came into sight, fumbling with his coat to get it off.

“need help?” she asked earning his attention.

“I’m fine” he said finally taking it off but as he went to take a step to begin walking the floor under him moved and he lost his balance, his knees crashing loudly against the wooden floor.

Y/n offered him a hand and helped him up. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands were shaky, consequence of the snow, no doubt. “let’s get you upstairs”

“I can do it on me own” he slurred letting go of her hand.

“stop being so stubborn” she derided, snaking one of her arms around his waist as she helped him upstairs.

Y/n helped him into bed, tookoff his shoes and went to the bathroom to fetch a small towel and some cold water.

She dampened the towel with the cold water before dabing it gently on Tommy’s forehead. His eyes never leaving her face as she did so, making her grow a bit nervous. She continued, trying her best to ignore it until she felt his hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You are beautiful” he rasped.

“Stop it, Thomas” she said feeling her cheeks grow red when she felt a bit sad that he had to be completely drunk to compliment her.

Even in his drunken state he seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable so he held his tongue until Y/n laid in bed next to him after turning on the lights.

“I’m sorry” he interrupted the silence “For the way I’ve been acting” the whiskey and cocaine making him more vulnerable and open “I guess I was afraid that if I let you in then she would disappear”

He didn’t expect her to answer, but then her voice came in a soft exhausted tone“ I don’t intend to replace her. You don’t need to act all defensive and secretive. Even if it’s not what you wanted, we are married.”

“I Know” was all he said.

Y/n expected him to withdraw more from her after showing himself that vulnerable to her that night but she was wrong. He began arriving home earlier, sometimes even asking if he could come along on the walks she and Charlie so much adored going on. And Y/n finally felt her marriage was going somewhere maybe it wasn’t based on love yet, but it was something.

One day she was at the stables while Charlie was taking a nap. She had always adored horses.

“I didn’t know you liked horses” came Tommy’s smooth voice causing her to jump.

“You never asked” she smiled petting a black horse as he walked closer to her.

“We could go out for a ride, I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind letting you borrow his horse” Tommy offered as he too began to pet the horse, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s for a brief second.

“I’d love to, but I am afraid I don’t know how to ride, Tommy” she said, panicking for a second after having called him that. But she rested assured as soon as he spoke again.

“Well that can be fixed” he said opening the door of the stall and guiding the horse outside.

“You mean now?” Y/n asked with a laugh.

“Got something better to do?” he asked walking out of the stable with the horse. Y/n observed tommy as he prepared the horse. She had never seen him so gentle and calm before and she only realized she had been staring when Tommy directed his attention to her to ask her if she was ready.

“I think so” she said going to stand next to the horse wondering how the hell to climb up. But before she had any more time to think she felt Tommy’s hands on her waist giving her a push that allowed her to pull herself up on the animal. It was a good thing she had chosen to wear slacks that day, she thought.

“Goodness this is high” she said nervously looking down at Tommy when he began guiding the horse to move in a slow walk.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall” he promised repressing a mirthful tone at her nervousness.

He guided the horse with her around the property in the crisp evening air and Y/n allowed herself to relax with every step the horse took. Tommy’s presence made her feel safe and protected and she found it increasingly harder to look away from his figure. She wondered if he could feel her eyes on him.

When the sky began turning soft shades of purple and orange the pair returned to the stables. When the time came from Y/n to come down from the horse, tommy helped her again. Y/n began to love the feeling of him touching her and when her feet touched the ground in front of Thomas, he didn’t remove his hands from her waist right away and instead fixed his blue eyes on her, not wanting to stop looking at her.

She too fixed her eyes on Tommy as she felt a silent gasp in the base of her throat. That was the way she would’ve liked him to look at her on their wedding day. Tommy then leaned in, almost as if he were asking for permission before he tenderly pressed his lips to Y/n’s.

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[flosbelova]

I’ll Always Protect You

florence pugh x fem!reader

warnings: mention of death threats.

word count: 1.7k

summary: you and florence had been dating for a while. when she posts you on her Instagram, you receive a bunch of hate comments and florence defends you and your relationship.

request from @the-loving-quotes​

Dating Florence Pugh has been one of the greatest decisions you have ever made in your life. You both have managed to keep your relationship lowkey until she randomly posts you on her Instagram. It was a photo of you looking at this mountain view at sunset from the balcony. She captioned it “My happy place.” 

Your heart started to race as soon as you saw a photo of yourself on her Instagram-- and the fact that she tagged you almost made you pass out.

You looked through her comments and let’s just say most of it wasn't what you would have expected. Some were positive-- for example, there were comments that read:

“OH MY GOSH IT CONFIRMED! I'M SO HAPPY”

“I’m so proud of you <3”

“You guys are the absolute cutest!”

Then, there were comments that weren’t so positive. It was a mixture of homophobic comments and comments that said “Florence deserves better.”

Of course, they hurt, but you didn’t mind at first and chose to focus on the more positive comments. 

-

A couple days pass and you also decide to post Florence on your Instagram. As you hit “post,” your phone instantly started buzzing with notifications. Again, the comments were all a mixture of the positives and the negatives. However, you wanted to focus on the positive side and ignored the comments.

-

You posted Florence on your Instagram story, and you received a lot of DM’s. Although you don’t open your DM’s, you decided to check just for the hell of it. As soon as you swiped to your message requests, you instantly regretted swiping. 

“Kill yourself. You don’t deserve Florence.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away when you heard Florence come into the living room.

“Dinner’s ready, darling,” she says, holding a wooden spoon.

“Hm? Oh, right. I’ll be there in a sec,” you respond.

“Is everything alright, love?” she walks towards you with a concerned look on her face.

You take a deep breath. “Yes, everything’s fine.” You clench your jaw hoping Florence would drop the subject.

She pouts and looks at you with worry. Florence knows every little detail about you. She knows that nothing is ever “fine,” when it follows with you clenching your jaw. However, Florence doesn’t like to overstep on your boundaries, so she drops the subject and figures she’ll ask you later. 

“Alright, love. C’mon, let's eat. I’ve made your favorite,” she says, giving you a soft smile.

-

You loved Florence’s cooking and you always made sure to compliment her dishes whenever she cooked. However, tonight was quiet. The two of you sat in silence, quietly eating your dinner. 

You were grateful that Florence knew to get off your back whenever you were in a mood. That’s one of the things that you appreciated most about her, her ability to understand your emotions and how you cope with them. 

You knew that she would eventually ask you what happened as you have both communicated that suffering in silence wasn’t healthy.

You finished dinner early and asked yourself to be excused. You headed to bed as soon as you finished your meal. Florence stayed in the kitchen to tidy up and to give you some more space.

-

Laying on your side, you couldn’t help but to grab your phone and scroll through your notifications. As hurt as you were already, you were too stubborn to gain some self-control. As terrible as that message was, your comment section got even worse. Not only was it filled with homophobic comments, but you were also getting sent death threats. You had checked Florence’s account and pressed on your photo. You noticed that she turned off the comments.

You felt the bed behind you dip as an arm wrapped around your torso.

“Hi,” Florence whispers, and she rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Hi,” you weakly respond. You sigh as you turn your phone off and place it on the bedside table. You turn around in Florence’s arm and face her.

Florence gave you a worried smile and she wiped the tears on your face. You were so busy scrolling through the hate comments that you hadn’t noticed that tears were falling from your eyes.

“Oh, my love.” Florence places a gentle kiss on your forehead. She then looks at you with worry in her eyes. Florence couldn’t imagine what was going through your mind.

“I know you saw the comments,” she begins, “I saw them too. As soon as I saw the hate comments, I immediately turned them off.”

You sniffled and took a deep breath. “I got death threats,” you say, your voice breaking.

“What?” Florence says, appalled. Florence could feel her heart race and feel herself be filled with rage.

“That’s it, I’m making a post, this is unbelievable,” Florence says getting up to get her phone.

“No, please, you don’t have to,” you plead, “it’ll only make things worse.”

“No it won’t, Y/n, I promise you,” Florence says, already typing in her notes.

“You can’t promise me something that you have no control over,” you say coldly.

Florence pauses. She looks over at you, takes a deep breath and pouts. She stares at you for a while, studying your face. Florence is the type of person to defend the people she loves and doesn’t care if it will give her a bad rep. You just so happen to be one of the people that Florence loves, and she will do whatever it takes to defend you and her love for you.

“It doesn’t matter, what matters is that someone I love is being sent death threats, so please, let me say something,” she says, reaching for your hand.

“I really don’t deserve you,” you sigh.

“You do Y/n, you deserve every bit of me as much as I deserve every bit of you,” Florence says, caressing your cheek. 

-

A few days passed and Florence posted a video on her Instagram regarding the hate you had been receiving. 

“To my “fans,” who have sent a tremendous amount of hate to my girlfriend, Y/n, kindly unfollow me. I do not need your negativity towards my relationship with her. The hate you throw at her is hate you throw at me. The death threats you throw at her, are also death threats you throw at me. It is not your place to tell me who I should and should not love, nor is it any of your business. I do not appreciate the comments you have thrown at her. She does not deserve it, and nor do I. I am happy with Y/n. She makes me a better person. So please, leave my relationship alone and stop sending my girlfriend death threats. I will not ask again.”

After watching the video, you were in shock. Even if you had talked about it a couple days prior, you still didn’t expect that she would actually post it. Florence kept the comments on and fortunately, it was filled with massive support from other celebrities. You were grateful.

-

Florence had an interview with Jimmy Kimmel this week to discuss her recent and future projects. Of course, her video regarding your relationship was a topic of discussion. You stayed backstage and watched Florence’s interview from her dressing room.

“Okay, I think everyone here has seen the video that you had recently posted regarding your relationship,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Florence chuckles nervously.

“So tell me, if you’re comfortable, why you had said what you needed to say?” he asks.

“Did you watch the video?” Florence says sarcastically, earning a couple laughs from the crowd. “Um, I figured that I needed to. I mean my girlfriend was getting sent death threats for no apparent reason and it needed to stop.” This earned Florence a clap from the audience.

“That’s fair. God, the internet is so toxic, isn’t it?” Jimmy complains.

“Yeah,” Florence agreed. “Y/n and I had been dating for a while now and we’d managed to keep it lowkey. I just thought that when I’d finally posted her that I wouldn’t receive such horrid comments. Which is why I felt the need to address this because I hate seeing the people I love get hurt.”

A couple people from the crowd “Awwed”

“So, tell me what it is about Y/n that just makes you so in love with her?” Jimmy asked curiously.

Florence smiled as she thought about the things that she loved most about you. “Her smile was something that caught my eyes right off the bat. She has such a kind smile and I would do everything just to keep her smiling.”

The crowd “Awwed” again.

“Also, Y/n is so loving. She won’t admit it because she likes to be that “tough” person on the outside, but inside she’s a big softie. She gives the best cuddles. I also love how she makes me tea every time I come home from filming.”

“Aww, that must be nice. I think we all need a Y/n in our life, right?” Jimmy says.

The camera pans to the crowd who was cheering and nodding their heads.

“Well, too bad, Y/n is only one person and I’m the lucky girl who has her,” Florence says wittily. 

The crowd laughed and clapped.

“Alright, well it was lovely having you, Florence,” Jimmy says, shaking Florence’s hand. “And that’s all for tonight, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

-

On the ride home, you rested your head on Florence’s shoulders.

“You really had to call me out, didn’t you?” you ask.

“Yeah, maybe just a little,” Florence says, making a gesture.

You chuckle and look at her. “Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on?”

“Yes, Y/n, you tell me everyday,” she says, grabbing your cheek.

You smile and close the gap between you. Florence melts into the kiss and moves her hand to the back of your head, running her hands through your hair. You pull away to catch some air and Florence rests her forehead against yours.

“I love you, Flo. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too Y/n. and don’t thank me, you know I’ll always protect you.”

The End

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[4dtk]

a fellow singaporean here from the central area!!!! congrats on your achievement, i always look out for your postings!!!!(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。could i please request - johnny+🤍+‘i promise i’ll keep you both safe, no one will ever lay a finger on you’+mafia au(only if you’re comfortable!!!!) thank you in advance ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

omg u live in central??? u must be rich then 😭😭 also thank you!!<3 also you said ‘both safe’ so i just made reader pregnant lol. reader just recently found out she’s pregnant don’t worry!!! there’s no bump!!!

general warnings for violence, gun use, mentions of blood and wounds, kidnapping, killing

your hands shake as you attempt pry away the debris dropped on you with a foot, an attempt to keep you hidden. it was scary enough that the enemy base left you to go on a mission of their own, but it was even more terrifying knowing that this was the deepest and darkest part of the warehouse. sure, if you didn’t give a shit about the dark, the rats and bugs attracted to blood on the other hand was enough to scare you out of your skin.

but even so, your kidnapping was merely a warning to johnny, someone who they thought they could take down. it was a big joke, messing with the head of the biggest criminal organisation in the country and yet, can’t even stand their ground knowing that he was on the way. you could almost laugh if not for the bruise littering your cheeks, because you know your husband would give them nothing but hell.

“hang in there, alright?” you whisper to your bump hardly formed, the pregnancy test weighing down in your memory like a phantom as with your hand. you could still feel it, johnny’s laugh and your tears and the small print spelling out ‘Pregnant’. a noise distracts you and you’re on edge and ready to defend, but soon you can hear your husband’s voice.

“honey? you good?” johnny calls out with a surprisingly calm tone and you know he’s holding back on his rage. his voice still sounds smooth like your favourite Chatelle Napoleon, but the countless amount of footsteps and guns you can hear is enough to let you know that mr. suh is pissed.

“peachy.” you call back out, johnny laughs and like before (because other gangs just can’t leave you the fuck alone), he manoeuvres around the warehouse by following your voice. with one look to your mangled body, johnny sucks in a breath, looking like God in the coat you got him that matches a suit that you notice he frequents quite a bit.

“ah, slowly,” you grunt out when he helps you up, party dress all messed up from when the enemy gang kidnapped you. you’ve been tossed around in a trunk, mouth stuffed with dirty clothes, given pills, all sure to guarantee a lifelong amount of trauma — it’s just that you knew what was coming when you said ‘yes’ to his proposal.

“i fucked up — again,” johnny cringes when he sees your wounds, cradling your body which felt more and more fragile. you were like glass and despite the many cracks were on your surface already, you always came out alive. “i’m so sorry, baby.”

you smile, albeit painfully, as a sign of reassurance, “i’m okay, i promise. as painful as this fucking wound is,” you turn your body to show your shoulder bleeding through the fabric, skilfully ripped off from your pant leg and tied around it, “you’re here.”

“i promise i’ll keep you both safe,” his promise is grim, and up until now with the rush of adrenaline of seeing your husband again, you’ve forgotten momentarily about the thing you’ve been protecting since you got here. whether it was a protective arm around it, or whispered words or suffering scratches and gashes on your arms, it was still a product of you and johnny. it also distracts you enough to only hear the faint footsteps of the enemies, tricked into having the security of their home base when johnny orders his men not to make any moves.

“no one will ever lay a finger on you.” smirking, you merely nudge him for a gun with an outstretched hand, getting a roll of his eyes. “yeah, yeah, hotshot. race you to the entrance? the one who kills more wins.” johnny pulls you in for a heated kiss, smiling against your lips like you shared the same insanity like he did, it was just their shitty luck to mess with the both of you.

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[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#3)

Summary: You have yet to tell Jungkook your big news and he might not take it so well.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: Angst!!! Smut!!! And fluff too hehe

Word count: 7.3k (I am SO sorry)

Warnings: sad Jungkook, jealous oc, panic attack, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, cum eating, scratching, marking, overstimulation, mentions of anal (sorry if I forgot any)

Notes: sorry this is long for a drabble! I actually managed to get it down to 7k wooo. Also pls don’t be that mad at oc:) hehe. Make sure to send an ask if you want to chat:) ily guys

Taglist: @seagulljk

© taestefully-in-luv

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The record shop is busier than usual this evening…Yoongi has tried his best to stop by yours and Taehyung’s table to chat but another customer keeps walking in one after the other. You chuckle, waving him off, telling him to work.

“And Jungkook doesn’t know?” Taehyung frowns at you, “Like, this is huge y/n. And you haven’t told him?”

“Not yet, at least.” You admit, bringing your coffee mug to your lips. “I’m going to have to eventually though right…”

“Who else doesn’t know?”

“Everyone knows actually.”

“Oh girl, that’s not good.”

“What do you mean?” you bring the coffee mug back to the table, your fingers strumming the side of the mug.

“You’re telling me he is the last to know? That’s just…not going to sit right with him and you know that.”

Fuck, he’s right. Jungkook is your best friend, your boyfriend, the man you live with, the man you love…and he has no idea you’re about to move to another country. You got accepted to work in Japan for a year and you could not be more excited. But there’s this huge weight on your entire body, the weight equal to one man.

“I know, shit, but I just can’t. He’s going to act so supportive but I know how disappointed he will be. I mean, we just started living together recently you know? Our relationship is going so nicely and I don’t want to ruin that.” You rant, a frown pulling down your lips.

“I finally finished with my last customer.” You hear Yoongi walk up to your little corner of the record shop. “What are we talking about?” he pulls up his chair and sits down.

“y/n still hasn’t told Jungkook about Japan.”

“Still?” Yoongi looks disappointed to say the least. “y/n…”

“Guys, I know!” you throw your hands up, “I’m fucking up.”

“Wait, do the others know that Jungkook doesn’t know?”

“I didn’t necessarily announce that it’s a secret…” you bite your bottom lip, worry filling your body, “And he’s with Jin, Namjoon and Hobi tonight.”

“You should text them and tell them.”

“But it’s not the first time he’s hanging around them since I told them…so maybe I just don’t come up in conversation?” you respond hopefully.

“Yeah, not likely. Jungkook always finds a way to talk about you.” Tae grumbles. “Trust us, we would know.”

“Yeah, he’s right.” Yoongi agrees, “Listen, you need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”

“I’ll tell him…” you pick up your mug and take a sip, “Tonight.”

~~~~~~

Your apartment is dark and there’s no sign of life—Jungkook must still be out with the guys. You sigh in relief because although you said you would tell him tonight you are already chickening out. You know, you know. A cowards move. But honestly, it’s hard!

Right as you think you’re in the clear, you hear the front door opening from behind you. Jungkook is whistling some tune as he walks in and he lights up when he sees you.

“Baby.” He sings out, walking closer to you. “Hi.” He says before leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Hi, how was your night?” you ask as you slip off your shoes and head towards the bedroom.

“It was nice.” Jungkook continues to whistle, “How was yours? How are Tae and Yoongi? Anything new?”

“No, just the usual.” You shimmy out of your pants and slip off your shirt, leaving you in some panties and a bralette. You walk out of your room and into the bathroom to turn on the shower. The water is cold but is quickly heating up as you turn the knob, you enjoy how hot it’s getting.

“Should I join you?” You hear Jungkook say from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist and kisses your neck.

“If you want babe.”

“I want you to want me to.” He pouts, “So, I’ll ask again��should I join you?”

You can’t help but giggle, turning around in his grasp and pulling at his shirt.

“Yes, please.” You say as he lifts his arms up for you to lift his shirt off. You eye your boyfriend over, his muscles look so strong and honestly? Did they get bigger? He has been hitting the gym more. His tattoos cover one of his arms and it’s such a sexy sight. You trace your fingers over his body art and he smiles down at you.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.” You breathe out and he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra.

“I like what I see too.” He says as your breasts are freed. “God, I love your tits.”

“The water is probably ready.” You smirk, sliding your panties down. Jungkook’s eyes follow your movement, he watches as the panties get dragged down leg by leg.

“Then let’s get in.” He’s taking off his own pants and boxers in one go, leaving him completely naked for you.

The two of you step in the shower, letting the hot water wash over your entire bodies. He lets you go under first as he squirts some shampoo in his palm.

“C’mere.” He commands. You step out from under the water and he massages the shampoo into your scalp, creating a bubbly mess. Then you go back under to rinse, this continues for the conditioner as well and then he’s soon washing your body with body wash, making sure he gets every corner and crevice of your body. Then you do the same for him, he loves when you wash his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp has him groaning.

“Missed you tonight.” He says quietly, “You missed me?”

“When am I not missing you?” you lean up to kiss him. He doesn’t let you lean away though as he leans in further to kiss you deeper. The water dribbles down your faces as you two have your lips moving quickly against one another. He nips at your bottom lip before his tongue tangles with yours, you moan into his mouth and he swallows it.

“Gonna fuck you?” he asks impatiently. His hard cock slipping between your folds as he grinds into you.

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly. “Yes.”

~~~~~~~

You slip on one of Jungkook’s t shirts and a fresh pair of panties and slide into bed. You find yourself in your boyfriends strong, warm arms. You lay your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beat. It’s racing. Why?

“Jungkook—”

“So anything new?” Jungkook cuts you off, his heart doing a million things.

You’re quiet for a few moments before you speak up again.

“Nope.”

You hear Jungkook sigh out heavily…then he’s moving from beneath you and getting up to turn on the lamp.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure?” You sit up on your elbows, confusion drawn on your face.

“y/n…” you hear him softly warn, “I’m giving you a chance to tell me.”

“Tell you what? I have nothing to tell you?”

That’s the moment you think you can physically see Jungkook’s heart break in his chest. His face falls dramatically as a frown takes over.

“Nothing at all?” he asks quietly and that’s when you know. He knows.

“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” you decide to say instead of the truth and his face twists into a look of disappointment.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he looks down at his hands, “That you are apparently fucking moving? To japan?”

You feel yourself go pale.

“I—”

“I have known for a few weeks.” Jungkook admits, “I’ve been giving you time to tell me but it came up again tonight…and I just couldn’t wait anymore. But it seems like you were never going to tell me.” He grits out. “Were you?” His voice is pleading now. “y/n, were you just going to leave without saying anything?”

“What? No! Of course not!” you rush to say, “I just—”

“And you told literally everyone else except for me. Why am I the last to know? Shouldn’t I have been the first person you told? Didn’t you want to like, discuss it with me first? Or did you just make the decision immediately that you’re moving there without even considering me?” he sounds so pained, like speaking isn’t something he excels at.

“Jungkook, what do you mean discuss it with you? It’s my decision,”

He looks at you incredulously, his eyes wetting with tears.

“Of course its your decision at the end of the day but we should still have discussed it! We live together, we are planning a future together!” he cries out. “Or were you going to break up with me?”

“What?! Jungkook no—”

“Maybe that would be for the best, you can’t even tell me something like this—”

“Jungkook stop.” You feel your eyes gloss over, and a few tears slide down your face. “Don’t even talk about breaking up.”

“Why not?” He spits out, “You don’t even tell me shit or consider me in the big things in your life.”

“That’s not true…” you cry. “I was just scared. I thought you would be more supportive…”

“The problem isn’t Japan, y/n.” Jungkook states. “It’s the fact that you couldn’t even tell me about it or discuss it with me. We can make this work but you didn’t even give me a chance to try.” Tears prick his eyes as he speaks and you feel yourself go numb. You fucked up, you should have told him…but you don’t think either way would have been easy.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Wait! No…” you grab for his hand and he exhales deeply.

“Let go of me, y/n.”

“No.” you say, your stubbornness taking over. “No.”

“Why not?” he asks, using his other hand to wipe at his face.

“I love you Jungkook, and I’m sorry.”

“I love you too, y/n. But I’m mad.” He says, tugging his hand away from you. “I need some space.”

~~~~~

“Space?” Jimin asks with a frown, “Don’t you leave in like a month? Isn’t space the last thing you guys should have?”

“You’d think so. But it’s been 5 days Jimin.” You take a swig of your beer and wince at the bitter flavor. “He’s pissed.”

“And he has every right to be, babe.” Jimin points out, “Full offense but you fucked up.”

“I know…” you tug on your hair, “Last time I gave him space he didn’t talk to me for three months…” you say, worry laced in your voice. “How do I know he won’t disappear on me again?” you choke out, “That would fucking crush me. I need to talk to him.”

“I know where he’s at tonight.” Jimin admits softly, “Should we go?”

You nod your head as Jimin stands up and grabs his keys, he walks towards the front door and glances over at you.

“Coming?”

“Yes.”

You and Jimin pull up to some bar downtown, it’s in a shadier part of town and you wonder how Jungkook ended up in a place like this. You guys get inside and see Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the bar with 3 girls surrounding them. You can’t help the way your chest tightens at the sight. Jimin looks over at you and offers you a soft smile.

“They come here to talk to girls?” you bitterly question.

“Does it look like Jungkook is even sparing one of them a glance? He just came with Tae.” Jimin defends and you roll your eyes, you still can’t help but feel irritated.

Jungkook sits here at the bar with a whiskey, taking sip after sip. He looks tired to say the least, he looks plain tired. He doesn’t even notice you coming up to them, he just takes another sip of his drink.

“Why doesn’t your friend talk?” One of the girls slurs out, “I want to talk to him.”

“Oh him?” Taehyung points at Jungkook, “He has a….y/n.” his eyes widen when he spots you.

“A y/n?” the girl asks, clearly confused.

“Yes, a me.” You say harshly, “His girlfriend.”

Jungkook hears your voice and sighs out, setting his drink down. He slowly turns in his bar stool to face you, his tired face becoming even more tired.

“What are you doing here?” he slurs out. “I said I needed space.”

“So you two are broken up then?” the girl asks, “Don’t call yourself his girlfriend—”

“She is my girlfriend.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I just needed some time to think.”

“Oh? With all these girls around?” you spit out. “This what you do when you need space?” You place your hands on your hips. “Talk to other girls?”

Jungkook looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, he shakes his head with a frown,

“Does it look like I’m talking to them?” he asks you, incredulously.

“It’s been 5 days Jungkook, how much space do you need? Need another three months?” he hears your voice crack as you speak and he feels himself deflate.

“Baby, I wouldn’t—”

“You wouldn’t do that?” You ask, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “You’ve done it before.”

Jungkook stands from his bar stool and walks towards you, grabs your hand and leads you outside.

“Let’s go home.” He says softly, “We can talk.”

Jungkook pulls out his phone and orders an uber. The ride gets here within 5 minutes…you two stay silent the whole ride over to your apartment.

Once the uber pulls up to your apartment, Jungkook takes your hand and interlocks your fingers as you two exit the vehicle.

The walk up to the apartment is only a couple minutes, those are silent as well. He keeps his tight grip on your hand though, never letting go.

“We’re home.” Jungkook whispers when you two get inside. “We should drink some water.”

You nod your head in agreeance, heading towards the kitchen. Jungkook follows behind you, he watches your figure as you stumble forward. He exhales a deep, deep breath and rolls his eyes. You’re a little more tipsy than he first thought and he thought he was sort of drunk.

“y/n…maybe we should just get some sleep…”

“No, you said we were going to talk!” You yell out over your shoulder as you reach for two glasses for water. You grab the pitcher from the fridge and pour you and Jungkook a glass. He comes up behind you, and takes a glass and begins drinking it back slowly.

“I still think we should sleep on it tonight—”

“Oh? You on the couch? And me alone in the room?” you spit out, “That’s how we’re going to ‘sleep’ on it?”

“Alright, you obviously want to talk—”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

“Hey…” Jungkook winces, “You don’t have to cuss at me.” He says softly, “Let’s just talk.”

“How long were you going to go without talking to me, hm?”

“Maybe as long as you didn’t tell me about Japan?” Jungkook snaps. He doesn’t mean to snap, of course. But he’s starting to become frustrated. You look at him with shocked eyes, feeling guilty all of the sudden. Maybe you deserved that.

“Jungkook I said I’m sorry—”

“Maybe sorry isn’t good enough.” He grits out, “You kept something so important from me, and didn’t even think it was something we should discuss together. As a couple…as a team.”

You breathe out, trying to calm yourself, the guilt beginning to eat you alive. As a team?

“I was serious…” he begins, his chest starting to heave. “We can make it work if you’re wanting to go abroad. But y/n you have to actually tell me so we can seriously discuss it.” His pained expression feels like a stab to the gut. “Because I won’t lie to you…this isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m so…” he chokes up, “I’m so attached to you.” He finishes with a hard gulp. His eyes stinging with tears, “I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how I can physically be without you.”

“Jungkook…” you stand here with your own tears threatening to fall. “You can be without—”

“No!” he cries out, “I don’t think so.”

“You’re stronger than you think, baby.” You walk closer to him and he falls forward into your arms, you catch him and try your best to hold him up as he starting sobbing into your neck.

“N-No.” he chokes on his sobs, “P-Please don’t-please don’t…don’t leave me.” He manages to cry out between harsh breaths. “I need you.”

Your heart cracks and breaks into maybe tens of millions of pieces, then those pieces manage to get even more crushed. So, this wasn’t just about you not telling him…this goes deeper than that.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you. I’m yours forever.” You remind him softly, caressing his back as he continues to weep. “We would make plans to see each other every few months, remember?”

“You—you want to l-leave me.” He cries harder into your shoulder making you screw your eyes shut so your own tears don’t spill over.

“Baby that’s not—”

“Why am I never good enough to make the people I love stay?” he whispers, his quiet sobs taking a toll on his tired body. Your eyes go wide at his comment…this is much, much deeper than you thought.

“Jungkook…” you whisper his name over and over, trying to calm him. Your hand massages his scalp and he continues to cry.

You don’t know what to say at this point…you don’t think any words you can say will work…will comfort him. Only ‘okay I won’t go’ but you can’t…you can’t say that. Because it would be a lie. You’ve already made your decision and that’s that you are going. You’ve already accepted and made the arrangements to fly out, you’ve already been placed in an apartment, everything is already done. And yes, you feel bad. Awful actually but this is something you really want to do, for you. You want this, you need this. And you hope Jungkook will become more understanding. You know he will…he’s just drunk and emotional right now. But you can tell these are his real feelings.

“Do you still love me?” Jungkook chokes out and your face twists into a frown. This is it, you finally cry. His unsureness breaks you.

“What are you talking about?” you let a few tears stream down your face, “I love you more than anything, anyone.” You hug him tighter, your arms becoming sore from how hard you’re holding on to him.

“Then don’t leave.” He begs into your neck and you fall to your knees, bringing him down with you. You feel so fucking conflicted.

“Baby.” You cry out, “Please understand.”

Jungkook shakes as he cries, like he’s beginning to hyperventilate. He tries to speak but only harsh, quick breaths leave his open mouth. He brings his head back and he looks at you panicked, like he can’t breathe.

“Okay, calm down, calm down.” You whisper, rubbing his back. “Breathe, my love. Breathe.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and shakes his head, he is struggling to find that breath. He continues to breathe out quickly, panic rising.

“In and out, in and out.” You continue to rub his back, “I’m here my love, I’m here.”

Jungkook tries his hardest to take a deep breath but it’s so hard, so fucking hard. He opens his eyes and they scream for you, they are wide and pleading and you feel so fucking heartbroken.

“Come on, in and out…that’s it Jungkook. In and out.” He follows your instructions, trying his best to breathe in and out as steadily as possible. He finally manages to calm down only for him to break down even more…he closes his eyes and starts crying harder this time.

“Jungkook.” Your voice cracks, “Please calm down.” You feel yourself becoming more and more anxious as well.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You whisper out over and over until he’s quieting down. You don’t stop though, you continue to repeat the words until his breathing sounds stable again. You don’t stop caressing his back either, you just continue to do what you can to comfort him.

“I know you do.” Jungkook finally whimpers out. “I know you do. I’m sorry.” He sniffles into your neck. “I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Don’t be sorry baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No, I do.” He says a little more calmly. “I shouldn’t try to make you stay. If you want to go…then that’s what you want and I want to be nothing be supportive of what you want.”

“It’s not because I don’t want to be with you Jungkook. I wish you could just quit your job and come with me, to be honest. But I know I can’t ask you to do that.” You rub his back some more. Jungkook lifts himself off your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“I know.” He sighs out, “I know. It’s just…it’s just for a year, right?” his big doe eyes bore into yours.

“Just a year babe.” You promise, “And I will see you every few months, and we will talk every day.”

Jungkook nods his head and tries to smile for you but it’s tense and strained and you frown again.

“It’ll be fun when you come to visit me…” you try to lighten the mood. “Imagine all the food we will try and all the sights we will see.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook tries smiling again, this time it’s a little more relaxed.

“And all the sex we will have in a different country?” you playfully wiggle your brows and Jungkook laughs while sniffling.

“I will kiss you in every famous spot in Japan.” Jungkook offers, “And we’re going to take a million pictures. And you will video chat with me every single day, right?”

“Every single day.” You repeat, “And you won’t be alone,” you remind him, “You have the guys, our friends. They’re just as much as family…”

“Yeah, I know.” He sniffles again, “I know.”

“I really am sorry for not telling you first…I was just so scared…I knew you would be disappointed…”

“Baby, I’m not like, entirely disappointed. I am also really happy for you. I’m just a bit sad for selfish reasons.” He admits. “I got so emotional…”

“You don’t think I would ever leave you, right? That you are 100% good enough. You are the love of my life, Jungkook.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” He sighs out. “I’m sorry for what I said…I was just…” he begins to get choked up again and you immediately caress his cheek.

“I know. You don’t have to explain…” you whisper. “We’re going to be okay.”

“More than okay.” He smiles at you with his brows pulled together. “Right?”

“Right.” You lean in and your lips meet his. You kiss him over a few times, and he lazily kisses you back.

“Let’s go to bed?” you begin to stand up, taking Jungkook’s heavy body with you.

“Okie.” He nods his head and follows you into the bedroom. “Take my clothes off for me.” He raises his arms above his head and waits patiently.

You chuckle at the sight but agree nonetheless. You walk to him and lift his shirt up, throwing it to the side. Then you are unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, dragging them down his legs. He lifts one leg at a time as you slip them off…you’re dropped to your knees as you take them off his body.

“While I’m down here…maybe I could…” you play with the elastic of his briefs and he can’t help but chuckle.

“We can just go to sleep…” he offers shyly but you can see the outline of his length begin to twitch.

“I just want you to feel good…” you begin pulling the briefs down slowly, his half hard cock making an appearance.

“You always make me feel good.” He admits between a rough breath.

“Good.”

You grab onto his thick thighs and he stumbles backward until he’s gripping the desk in your room, he braces himself, staring down at you with soft eyes.

“Wanna make my baby feel so good.” You say, inching your face closer to his growing member. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock is twitching uncontrollably. You watch as it gets harder and harder.

“Then make me feel good.” He breathes out, the desperation in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

You finally walk your fingers up his thigh until you’re softly stroking his dick. Your fingers lightly gliding up his growing length. He softly moans out, but he isn’t really, truly whining until you grip his cock and squeeze his head lightly.

“Fuck.” He sighs out, his hands going to your hair. “Love your touch, baby.”

“How about my mouth? Do you love that too?” you ask, as your face gets closer and closer until he is feeling your warm breaths fan over his cock.

“Please.” He begs cutely, “Need you.”

You bring his cock to your lips, you circle his cock over your mouth, your chin, your nose, all over your face. He groans at the view you are giving him, his tip beginning to leak precum. You dart your tongue out to lick him clean and he throws his head back.

“Please.” He begs again and you chuckle darkly.

“So needy.” You say , “Baby so needy.” You finally take his cock in your mouth, you wrap your pretty lips over the head and lightly suck making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He grips your hair tighter as you take him further into your mouth. He’s losing it. Your mouth feels like heaven, the way you lightly suck, the way your tongue drags up and down his length and swirls around the head of his dick, the way you take him further, so deep that he’s hitting the back of your throat.

You begin to bob your head up and down as you start to allow him to access all his pleasure. He groans loudly as you pick up your pace, his hands falling back down to his sides as he finds the desk again and he holds on tightly.

You take him deeper, causing you to choke on his cock and he smirks down at you.

“Having trouble there?” he asks as you continue to gag on his throbbing length, you just moan in response, the vibrations causing him to screw his eyes shut and cry out in pleasure.

You continue to suck on him for who knows how long, your jaw starting to become sore but his whines are enough for you to keep going. Your eyes wet with tears and he is in awe of the sight you allow him.

“I want to come…” he pants out, “But inside you.” He admits between harsh breaths, “But I want to enjoy this for a few more minutes…please.” He begs and you nod your head, you take your mouth off his cock and use your hand to stroke him over and over. You look up at him with your big eyes and he melts. He wants to come so bad, just not like this.

You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, then you take his cock and slap it over the flat of your tongue and he basically fucking loses it. You then swallow him whole again, sucking on his dick so deliciously.

“Okay, okay…” Jungkook pants out, “Let me fuck you.” He’s lifting you up by the arms and spinning your body to be up against the desk. He shoves everything to the side and on to the floor as he goes in between your legs.

“Up.” He says, helping you sit on the edge of the desk. His hands scramble to your shorts, he’s quick to unbutton them and drag the zipper down, taking them off you. Leaving you in your shirt and panties. Then he’s ripping off your shirt and bra.

“Let’s see how wet you are first.” He snickers to himself with dark eyes. His fingers rub the outside of your panties and finds them to be very damp.

“Good girl.” He pushes your panties to the side and pushes two fingers inside you immediately causing you to gasp out.

“Let me stretch you a little first.” He moves his fingers inside you as you nod your head frantically in approval. “Good girl.” He repeats and you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to scissor his fingers. You wish he would keep his fingers inside you but much to your dismay he’s pulling them out and licking them clean.

“Mm.” he sucks on his fingers and winks at you. “Love this taste. My favorite flavor.” He whispers to you and you blush.

“Gonna fuck you right here, okay?”

“Please Jungkook. Need your cock so bad.”

Jungkook smirks at you before his smile turns soft and he looks at you with eyes full of adoration.

“Need me?”

“Always need you.”

Jungkook nods his head slowly as he grabs a hold of his length, he gets closer to you, his cock brushing against your clit and you close your eyes in pleasure. He rubs his cock over your clit over and over until you’re a moaning mess. He smiles at you again before lining his cock up to your entrance and slowly, very slowly pushes in. Good lord, his cock is entering you so fucking beautifully, the way he brushes against every special spot inside your tight pussy has you arching your back in pleasure.

Jungkook releases a long, harsh breath as he bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments before he’s sliding in and out of you. His thrusts are intentional, every single one has a purpose. They’re hard, fast and rough. You claw at his back, leaving long lines of pink and red down his back which only encourages him to fuck you harder. One of your hands trail up his body until you’re in his hair, you pull on the strands as your wrap your legs around his tiny waist, your heels digging into his lower back.

Jungkook lifts you from the desk and lightly slams your bodies into the wall next to the door as he continues to fuck into you. You toss your head to the side, giving Jungkook access to your neck, which he gladly accepts the invitation. He kisses you throat, and sucks into your skin. You whine at how good everything feels. Your bodies roll over the wall until you’re at the entrance of the door and Jungkook carries you over to the hallway, fucking you up against that wall as well as you scream out his name.

“Gonna fuck you on every surface of this apartment.” Jungkook promises you. “So you have a memory of a new spot every time you think of this apartment you will be reminded of how I fucked you.” Your legs begin to sliding down over his ass, and he uses his strong arms to bump you up higher, his cock never leaving your pussy.

He walks you over to the couch and lays you down on it, you’re flat against the sofa as he stays standing, fucking into you faster and harder. His cock is throbbing and aching for release but he endures it, his moans filling the room.

You try your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay, but it’s becoming so difficult as his dick is reaching that spot deep within you that has your body going tense. You try so hard you really do but before you can even warn him you feel your body electrifying with intensity as your orgasm washes over you like a huge wave of warm water. You scream, you cry, you moan out in pleasure. But Jungkook doesn’t stop, he slows down though, giving you a moment to relax.

“This isn’t over.” He warns. “I still have to fuck you from behind, still need your fucking gorgeous ass.” He’s lifting your weak body up and momentarily taking his cock out of you to walk you to the kitchen, his hands make their way into your hair and he guides you to bend over the counter. It’s cold against your breasts and you shiver.

“Spread your cheeks for me baby, give me that view.”

You are still out of breath from your orgasm but you listen to him, you reach behind you and spread your ass apart to show him your used pussy.

“Fucking beautiful. So wet.” He groans. “One of these days you’re going to let me fuck this ass aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen but you nod your head frantically, already loving the idea.

“Words baby.”

“Yes.” You moan out as you feel his cock being shoved back inside you, you choke on air as you feel him start thrusting again. You really fucking gasp when you feel his hand come down on your ass hard.

“Love this ass. So fucking much.” He says, panting. “Can’t wait to stick my cock in it and fuck you.” His words go straight to your pussy. God, you don’t want to come again this quickly but his cock feels so god damn good.

“Tell me you want me to fuck this ass.” He grunts.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Next time, baby.” He promises, his thrusts still fucking you with so much purpose. He pulls you by the hair causing you to arch your back even more and he falls in love with this view. He loves your boobs, but he’s definitely an ass man. He will argue he loves both but the way your ass is pushed into his crotch right now…he could honestly lose his mind.

He lifts you up again, by the hair—mostly gently. And he now has your body pushed up against the fridge, your face being smooshed into the cold silver box. Your fingers dragging leaving prints down the fridge as he lifts one of your legs to fuck you at a better angle. You cry out, he’s hitting that spot again and you feel yourself losing all composure.

“I’m gonna come again Jungkook.” You warn him this time between your rough breaths.

“I’ll come with you. But we aren’t done.” He starts thrusting faster, the sound of his skin slapping your skin is honestly pushing you further into your orgasm. You feel the warmth travel through your whole body and you feel the band fucking snap. God, you are coming so hard, creaming around his cock as he slows down his thrusts to come into you, his breathing is so heavy as he starts to come. When he stills his hips he’s releasing a loud, low, guttural moan and you could come again just from the sound.

Jungkook starts whining uncontrollably as he starts to move his hips again, slowly grinding into yours and you wince at the pain, the overstimulation. He cries out, it’s too much for him as well but he doesn’t stop.

“Wanna keep fucking you.” He screws his eyes shut, thrusting into you slowly and carefully. He brings your body closer to his, your back flush against his chest and he walks you over to the breakfast table. He leaves your body, quickly takes his cock out of you and sits down on the chair and orders you to sit in his lap. He gestures towards his cock and smirks.

“Sit.”

“Jungkook…” your eyes slightly wet, “I can’t”

“You can and you will.”

You crawl into his lap and hover over his aching cock, he looks up at you and whimpers.

“hurry.”

You slowly sink down onto his length, the feeling so fucking euphoric. He slams his eyes shut and nods his head.

“Ride me.” He softly commands. You lift yourself up and lower back down again, this angle has you seeing fucking stars. You start to ride his cock a little faster now, slamming down on his hips and he grips your hips helping you rise and sink down on his cock.

“Fuck I am gonna come again.” He says, meeting your thrusts half way. He lifts his hips and fucks you from beneath you. He’s going feral now, losing all control. His cock is so hard, so needy, aching so badly for you, for release. You lean down and start kissing him, nibbling on his lips, nibbling on his jaw, nibbling on his neck. He cries out and thrusts into you so harshly now, you feel your high building and building. You’re going to come soon, but then you’re completely overwhelmed when you feel Jungkook’s fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You scream in pleasure, yelling out his name as he fucks you. The chair threatens to screech backwards as you two fuck so roughly on it.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” He yells out, his hot seed shooting inside you as he halts his movements. His fingers still rub your clit quickly and you are pushed over the fucking edge—again. You cry as you come. You grit your teeth as this powerful orgasm hits you. You’re so overwhelmed as your whole body shakes.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” You yell out and Jungkook grins at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.

“Holy fuck.” You pant out, “Mother of god.”

“Good?” he breathes out heavily, stroking the skin on your cheek. “felt good?”

“It was so fucking good Jungkook.” You whine, your body going week as you collapse on top of him. He’s just as tired as you are but finds the strength to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the edge of the bed and spreads your legs apart. He watches with focused eyes as his cum and your cum spills out of your used hole. He licks his lips and buries his head between your legs, you immediately release a high pitched moan when you feel his tongue cleaning you up.

“Jungkook I can’t.”

He only grunts as he swallows down both of your cum, you roll your eyes so far back into your head that all that is seen is the whites of your eyes.

“So good.” He whispers, lifting himself up and crawling over your body, his lips finding yours in a slow, tender kiss. You open your mouth as you moan, and he takes advantage and slips his tongue in. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan in satisfaction.

“We really need to shower. We’re so sweaty.” You laugh, kissing his shoulder.

“Then let’s go.” He says in your ear and you groan, not able to move.

“I can’t. I’m so fucking tired. You exhausted me.”

Jungkook looks down at you with a cocky grin. He lifts the duvet up and helps you slide underneath, then he is joining you.

“We can shower in the morning, let’s sleep.” He offers you and you smile in approval.

“Even though we’re so gross?” you ask, yawning.

“I’ll love you no matter how gross you are.”

~~~~~~

Waking up to Jungkook’s head buried between your legs has got to be one of your very favorite things. He starts with kissing up your legs, he starts at your ankles, works his way up your calves then finally he’s at your inner thighs. Kissing, nibbling on the soft skin and you mewl at the contact.

“Jungkook…I’m so sore.” You admit shyly, and he looks up at you with big, doe eyes.

“Just my tongue then.” He assures you, as his lips grow closer and closer to your pussy. You throw your head back on the pillow and wait in agony for his tongue to finally find your clit. He takes his time though…he continues to kiss your inner thighs, and caress your skin lovingly.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you t—”

His tongue licks a hard, long strip over your pussy…and when he finds your clit he’s lightly sucking on it causing you to moan out. He licks it over and over, his face getting so wet with your juices and his spit. He eats you out messily, his nose bumping your clit as he licks you, then he travels up until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit quickly. It doesn’t take much for you, you hate to admit, but you feel the rise of your high. The tension growing and growing until its fucking snapping. You come all over his tongue and he smiles into your pussy, letting you ride out your high. He squeezes your thighs with his hands and leans back and watches as you have your eyes closed, and your lips apart. You quietly cry out, your face twisted in pleasure.

“That was fast.” He teases you. “Might be the fastest you’ve ever came.”

“I think I’m still sensitive from last night…” you open your eyes and stare up at him, “You were so amazing.” You tell him breathlessly.

“Me? Baby you’re the one who did amazing. Such a good girl.” He cleans his face with the back of his hand and makes his way next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry for last night.” He sighs out, “I was…”

“It’s okay baby.”

“It’s not okay. I’m not selfish, I promise. I want you to follow your dreams, and I want to be as supportive as I can be.”

“I know.” You say softly. “You did have me worried there for a moment though…” you admit, your eyes sliding to the side. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you, Jungkook.”

“I know…Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.” He curses under his breath, “I think this year will be good for both of us.” He tries admitting. “I clearly have abandonment issues.” He tries laughing and you frown. “I think…I have to learn to be my myself too.”

“But Jungkook you won’t be alone, you have our friends.”

“I just mean…be without you.”

“Oh.”

“But you’ll still talk to me every day.” You try to smile but tears fill up your eyes. “We’re going to be a successful long distance relationship story.”

“Yeah,” he smiles for you and you believe in it, “We will be.”

~~~~~~

“So fucking does solve all problems.” Jimin comments playfully, taking a sip of his wine. You hit his shoulder with your fist and smile slyly.

“Something like that.”

“I’m glad you guys worked it out though…” Jimin looks at you more seriously, “I hope you learned your lesson not to keep things from him again.”

“Yes dad.” You roll your eyes. “I learned, I learned.” You throw your hands up in defeat.

“Ew, save the daddy talk for Jungkook.”

You quirk a brow at him, “I don’t call Jungkook daddy.” You laugh. “But I might if he asked me to.”

Jimin’s face twists into a look of amusement. He doesn’t even look disgusted, just proud. Classic Jimin.

“So, are you all packed?”

“Getting there.”

“You guys will be fine, you know?” Jimin looks at you with a soft, assuring smile.

“Trust me, I know.”

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Since people actually liked it here's the continuation of the modern Xiao camgirl!darling post I cut from the original, as promised, most if it's under a cut. Here’s the original post. I didn’t think people would actually like the camgirl concept so I thought I was rambling too much and cut this part out lol but here it is now!

Tws: derogatory language/female slurs, mentions of reader being a cheater, reader is promiscuous, murder, incel-y mentality (our modern boy would be a 4chan user, look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong) and mentions of upsetting realistic things, this one's darker than the first part. If you're bothered by other modern stuff for being too realistic best avoid this too probably, involuntary pornography ---------- Coming up on one year since you gained your most loyal subscriber, you get a rather... Unsettling request. He has something he would like this month, in fact, he adds a few hundred to the regular amount (he's been saving up just for this) and asks for just the answer to one simple question. What's your name?

Your real name, he clarifies. He doesn't need a last name, nothing like that. It would just... Make him feel closer to you. He avoids using the term "anniversary," even though that's what comes to mind. He also doesn't tell you that he already knows, that this is just a test of your honesty. For someone who's so cautious, you would think you would think to give a fake name whenever you go to coffee shops for them to yell out, or change it on the packages you get. You hesitate. And it would be easy to give him a fake one, yet, you don't really think about it too much, you kinda think about that as an afterthought, what you should have done, but your very real name is typed out and sent before you really process it, and you feel a sort of unease, but it's already sent. No big deal. He can't do much with just your first name, right? If your name is common, you feel pretty safe, but even if it's a rarer one, surely there are other people with it, right? He's happy though. Kinda surprised, really, that you didn't lie to him. Maybe you trust him?

You're not stupid, you know something is wrong, you're becoming paranoid. And you connect the weird feeling to him, bc he goes radio silence for several days leading up to finally taking you. This dude who used to respond to any messages you sent within 10 seconds suddenly... It's like he disappeared? He hasn't responded to anything you send him ever since you said your name. You send him messages saying you haven't heard from him in a while and you're worried... The way you word it makes it sound like you're worried about him, but you both know that's not what you really mean. You're hesitant and suspicious of every guy you meet. You buy pepper spray and start carrying some around, you nearly spray a poor guy who you thought was trailing you, turns out he just lives in your building. He makes note of it. He watched you buy it, and is quick to realize you always hold it in the same hand. That must be your dominant hand, that's an important mental note for the future, since you're more likely to try to attack him with that hand. He'll remember. He has a note in his phone with information like that. Height, weight, birthday, social security number, parents' names, school she graduated from. All in little bullet points. He adds dominant hand to the list. He's not worried at all really. Already watched you struggle to carry packages he could lift with one hand, your strength doesn't cross his mind as a threat. At first he just doesn't know what to say, and that's why he stops responding, he feels too awkward but... He starts to enjoy the weird feeling of power the whole situation is giving him. You're worried, you're constantly paranoid, and it's because of him. Now you finally understand the same feeling you inflict on him, how you consume his thoughts every waking moment of every day. It used to irritate him that you held so much power over him, while he meant nothing to you. Now, the tables have turned. You're forced to have him constantly in your mind, whether you like it or not, just like you are in his. It's giving you what you deserve. It gives him a feeling of significance. He matters, even if it's not in a good way. And he keeps telling himself that once he's all you have, he'll matter even more. He's smart enough to realize that if you're paranoid, you might have mentioned him by username to someone else, so to ensure he knows what to do from this point, he has to sneak into your apartment at night as you sleep. It's so unbearably tempting, you have no idea -- you're right there and so vulnerable. He has to hold himself back because he knows that if he so much as touched you, he couldn't hold back. But it's torture, standing there so close, watching your chest rise and fall as he fiddles with the phone. Even when he unlocks it with your thumb, he tries to hold the phone from an angle to do so, even if the skin of his hand grazes yours, it would be too much. You have a lot of contacts across your messages and a bunch of different apps. You have one guy in your online chat you've exchanged far more messages with than anyone else! Hundreds upon hundreds of messages, and huge paypal cash drops, who the hell is -- oh, wait, that's him. Nevermind. But, to his pleasant surprise, he's the only one of your... customers that you regularly talk to, the rest just have a few paypal notifications or clarifications on your policies, but no actual conversations like you have with him. Of course, that's literally part of your deal, he's literally paying for it, but it makes him happy nonetheless. But as he goes through your personal messages, he finds that you are... in no shortage of options. Like, holy shit. It was kind of expected. You *are* really pretty, that's how you have so many followers after all, but this is a lot. So many contacts named some variation of "DO NOT ANSWER!!!" or "creepy guy that forced me to give him my number at the club", etc etc. Plenty of unsaved numbers texting you to never get a response. You've ghosted enough dudes to make your place haunted. It's... kinda awful, really. It also kinda hurts his heart a bit more than he expected. You have so, so, so many options, even without the cam thing, he's more insignificant than he even realized. ...Well, for now, at least. He'll be significant to you soon enough. And then you seem to have a sort of "boyfriend of the month" deal going on, aside from that. Plenty of male-name contacts whose last exchange is a "don't talk to me again!" message from you, plenty of messages corresponding to the same time as those to your girl friends about how you can't find a good guy and every relationship ends badly. How unfortunate. See, it's because you choose bad guys. You probably go for dicks and not.... well, he can't exactly pull the "nice guys like me" mentality, he doesn't delude himself into thinking he is one. He's lucid enough to realize that most nice guys would not be sneaking into your house and standing over your sleeping body to stalk your phone as they make plans to kidnap you. He knows he would probably fall under the classification of a creepy guy. He's just too far gone to care. Still, he would be so much better to you, he tells himself, not a cheater or a player like you complain about. To say he resents those kinds of guys -- ones that can do the unthinkable and actually talk to girls, let alone successfully, only to be assholes, and yet girls like you still go for them -- is an understatement. You're basically just a slut, you probably ignore all the guys that would be nice to you, just like all those internet forums he reads talk about. Typical.

Well, those forums also make fun of guys like him who pay for girls like you, but he can't blame them. It *is* kinda pathetic. There is one dude you talk to, though, now. Current boyfriend of the month, from the looks of it. You have a little heart emoji next to the name. He knows it's kinda pathetic that something so simple and insignificant sets him off, but it does, makes him pout and grind his teeth and curl his other hand into a fist. It's so unfair. Some dude you barely know gets to fuck you, and you haven't even known him nearly as long as you've known him! He doubts this dude -- hell, any of your boyfriends -- has put in the same amount of money that he has into you. They fuck you practically for free. And that, unfortunately for you, only solidifies his decision. If you're fucking some dude for a month because they buy you dinner every now and then, if we're going by that scale, then you owe him quite a good deal of pussy. Any hesitancy or guilt he had about the whole thing is gone. And he's a little mad. Keeps grumbling to himself that you're just a loose whore, fucking so many people and putting yourself out there on the internet. He wonders if they even know about what you do. Probably not, you probably don't tell them. Yeah, that sounds like what you'd do. Really, you're kinda lucky that someone like him is so willing to commit to you, since you are a slut. You don't deserve it, but he loves you anyway. And you'll probably have the nerve to be ungrateful for it too. Sigh. On the bright side, by some miracle, it would appear that you have not told any real-life people about him, you haven't sent out any hey if I disappear you should probably look into this creep type of messages. But he can't afford to have you doing so in between now and when you move in with him, so, he decides he has to act within the next 24 hours. While he's here, though, he decides to do a quick sweep of your place. Makes note of what snacks and drinks you like, what brand of toothpaste and shampoo and the like you use, so he can buy some for you. Maybe you'll adjust better if you have some of your favorite things. And then, after days of silence, he sends you a message, says it's fine, his internet went out for a few days. He means it to reassure you, but somehow it makes you feel more uneasy. He has everything planned out, or so he thinks. But you deviate from your usual schedule. When you leave work or class, you don't go home, you go somewhere else, first. How strange. Maybe picking up groceries? He follows from a distance. No, looks like you're going out to eat...? Maybe you're meeting friends or family or -- no that's a guy. Fuck. You must have planned this just earlier today, since there were no messages on your phone. It makes a bitter feeling rise in his gut. He hates that he can't get close enough to listen to your conversation. Well, he hates the whole thing, sits there and seethes the whole time. Watches you through the windows in the parking lot, thankfully you chose to sit outside. Feels his eye twitch and his hand clench every time you smile and laugh. It takes way too long. The fact that you split the bill feels like a punch to the stomach too. Shouldn't you be used to taking guys' money? Oh, and what's this...? This guy isn't the picture on boyfriend-of-the-month's contact. Well, well, well. You really are a whore. See, it's a very good thing he's taking you off the market. You're probably a reckless heartbreaker too. He's doing all the other men of the world a favor by taking on such a burden as you. And it makes him feel far more justified in keeping you locked away, since he has every reason to believe, now, that you'd run off and fuck someone else if given the chance. Halfway through, the guy briefly gets up and runs to the bathroom or something. While he's gone, he sees your face fall a bit. And then he sees you look around. You turn your head from one side to the other. Your eyes scan the area. You shuffle uncomfortably and you bite your lip and your eyebrows furrow. You're scared. You feel like -- no, you know you're being watched and it scares you. That makes him a little happy, for some reason. He wouldn't be sure what to do if you went home with the guy, but thankfully you don't. No big deal, this was just a bump in the road, he still beats you back to your building and he still goes through with the original plan. Even better, now that it's even darker outside. If anything, now he's got extra aggression and testosterone in his blood, running over the events in his head and going through some... very forceful and violent fantasies. The message he sent had you uneasy, and it's also how you immediately know what's going on when it does finally happen. You keep telling yourself you're being unnecessarily paranoid, that it's nothing, maybe that guy actually got his life together or got a girlfriend or something. Things like... What you fear, don't happen in real life, that's stuff that only happens in movies and stuff. You keep calling it that or it in your head. That won't happen to you. It's not going to happen. The series of events that play out in your head, scenarios you try to push out of your mind. Sure, in the movies it always takes place in the stairwell, but that's fiction, so you go up the apartment stairwell as always. You're not gonna let a bunch of B-grade old films scare you. And it's always some dude standing and waiting, but that nice young boy that you've never seen before is just leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, he only glances up for a second as you pass by, he's not a threat, you're being paranoid. You flash a smile and a little wave as you walk by, he doesn't return either, just looks back down at his phone. See? This guy doesn't even care, you're being paranoid for nothing, you tell yourself. But as you make the turn to go up the next set of stairs you hear the click of a phone being put on the lockscreen, a few metallic footsteps ringing out in the open hall and echoing, coming up right behind you, but for that split second you expect a tap on the shoulder, maybe he has a question, it's not like movies, it's not like movies, you're not gonna get a cloth shoved over your face and--- Well, it's not exactly like the movies. You were prepared, but it all happens in one motion - one hand grabs the hand with the spray and twists it, making you drop it, the other wraps some material over your mouth. You were prepared enough that you don't gasp in surprise, you hold your breath and thrash, but it doesn't make any difference, you wiggle and writhe for a few moments but can't even begin to break free, eventually succumb to the lack of oxygen and take a deep breath. It takes a few seconds to settle in, it's not so immediate. You instinctively panic and thrash again, but he has a complete iron grip. The dizziness takes a second to set in. He huffs a bit in frustration and says stop moving, it's fine. It's definitely not, but it occurs to you that that's not something a kidnapper looking for any potential vulnerable girl says. It's a poor attempt at comfort. It's someone specifically looking for you. And if that wasn't enough, he says your name. Your very real name. Maybe it was a mistake to tell him after all. But the worst part of it all is that there's not a single doubt in your mind, even in your panic you have the realization, it's definitely him and this is literally exactly what you were afraid of. And it's the last thing that goes through your head. And once he's got you out cold he just takes a sigh of relief. He may have been very neutral faced to you, but in reality he was incredibly nervous. He hasn't exactly made or used chloroform before, our boy is operating on YouTube tutorials here. He's got adrenaline pumping through his veins and carries you with his arms trembling. He's on autopilot carrying you out, but his mind is also consumed by holy fuck I'm touching her she smells so nice she's so warm her face is so close I'm actually touching her-- you get the idea. He feels bad about taping your hands and feet together and putting you in the trunk of his car, kinda. It feels too much like what a really bad person would do to a girl they didn't care about, like he's a trafficker or a murderer or a criminal or something, but that's not true at all. Sure, he's still mad at you for being a whore and all that, but it feels improper, he just has no choice. It's late at night, but he can't risk getting pulled or being at a stoplight and someone seeing an unconscious girl in his backseat, so, trunk it is. But once he's home, to his tiny little downtown apartment (he'll probably be able to move into a better place soon, since he's not paying you tons of money anymore), he takes a quick check to make sure the coast is clear, and drags you out, up the stairs, all the way into his apartment, sets you down on the bed, where you'll be staying. He even washed the sheets and cleaned the place up a bit for your arrival. You probably would not like to see what this place looked like before the five trash bags worth of cleaning was done. He'll probably be more motivated in the future, though, since now he won't be so depressed all the time. And then the adrenaline of the fear of being seen is over, and that's when it sets in that this is real. It's very, very hard to hold back. You're real, in the flesh, he can reach out and touch you with his hands! It feels like a dream. And he realizes he can take this opportunity to do things he would be far, far too embarrassed to do when you're awake. He takes a few minutes to do just that, cautiously reaches out to poke your face, and then run a hand down your neck, your skin is so soft! Your hair smells so nice, he lays down beside you and runs his fingers over it. Puts hands on your body and just lays there in awe of the fact that you're real. He's pretty certain he's never actually touched a human female before now. Everything about you feels soft. Weirdly feminine, which is something very foreign and confusing to him. And he kinda uh... Loses it. Goes buckwild with just taking in every aspect of you. Again, since you're unconscious he can be gross and entirely shameless about it. Peels your clothes off and runs his hands and mouth over every inch of flesh, takes the tape off your lips and presses his tongue into your limp mouth until he's forced to let go to breathe, fingers you and tonguefucks you and sucks on your nipples and your neck. Lays pressed against you and just breathes in your scent. It takes every ounce of self control he has not to fuck you already. But he does jerk off a few times. That way he'll last longer, so it's a win-win. And then... you twitch. Tape goes back over your mouth. And then, you twitch again. And this time, you make a little "mm!" under the tape, you start trembling and he sees you try to pull your hands apart. You whimper. It sounds scared and distressed. He feels kinda bad, but it also makes him hard, and that outweighs any guilt by far. Besides, it's what you deserve after what you did earlier. You tortured him mentally, it's only fair. On the good side of things, you suppose, you don't have to worry about the usual fears one would have over such a situation - you're fairly certain he's not going to kill you, nor sell you. In fact, the bed you wake up on is pretty soft. You're naked and the tape is uncomfortable, but... At least he was considerate enough to give you a blanket. He does care about you, after all. First thing he says is asking if you're awake. Can you hear me? You hesitate a moment, and then you nod. He's a bit new to this whole abduction thing. He wants to make sure he didn't pull a muscle or something with the tape. So... Do you hurt anywhere? Does your head hurt? Oh, right, the tape. He's not stupid either. You have to promise you're not going to scream. In fact, he's angry enough about earlier that he gets a bit meaner than he originally told himself he'd be. If you scream, I'll make you regret it. Understand? You nod, so he takes it off, holding it close in preparation in case you were lying, but you don't actually answer him, you're silent again for a minute, then just ask a question of your own. You're that guy, right? He's silent for a few seconds, there's no need for any clarification. Finally just says yeah. You just breathe again. Silently. Finally you summon the courage to ask him what he wants with you. And why are you doing this to me? And his answer is fairly simple. What do you think? You don't say anything for a minute, and neither does he. He's not good with words, and you don't really have ones for this situation. It occurs to you that offering to pay him to let you go is probably not the solution. After all, this is the guy that's dumped unimaginable amounts of money onto you, you couldn't even come close to paying him back. You figure maybe, after he gets what he wants... well, you get the courage to ask.  Is there anything... that I can do o-or... anything that will make you... are you gonna let me go, after you....? And the answer is, again, simple, but the one you did not want to hear. No. He's a blunt boy, so he doesn't beat around the bush, but he doesn't torment you by keeping anything from you. In fact, he's already rehearsed this speech a few hundred times in his head. He just wanted to make sure he's very clear so there's no misunderstanding, and while he likes some discomfort in a vengeful sort of way, he doesn't want you to be too freaked out to where you have a panic attack. He says he's just going to... keep you here. He has the things you'll need. He got your purse with your keys, so he'll even run to your apartment after this to go get some of your stuff. You don't need to tell him which number, he adds, he already knows which apartment you're in. He needs you here, he says. And he makes sure to add that it's your fault. If you were never out there selling yourself in the first place, this never would have happened. If you're good, he can make things a bit better for you. But you need to go ahead and accept that you're going to be staying and that no amount of begging or offers is going to convince him to let you go. He can be nice to you, he promises. A better boyfriend than the others. You just have to be a good girlfriend -- you know, obedient and sweet and do what he says. Just like you always were when you talked to him. Just keep being sweet like that and doing the things he tells you to do. You would argue that the terms boyfriend and girlfriend are not appropriate descriptors of the sort of relationship he's creating, but you keep that thought to yourself. Instead, you ask, How long are you going to keep me here? Which is a dumb question, since he's pretty sure he already made that clear. Forever. -----

There's a double homicide in the area. Takes place on the same night, and the same diameter of knife is used, so police believe maybe the two incidents are connected. Especially because they do have something in common, one girl. She was romantically involved with both of them. The girl in question's apartment has been vacated, very suddenly, and the girl has disappeared without a trace, taking things with her from the looks of it, so police believe she may be responsible, but other than that, they have no leads. A few weeks later, a video circulates all over the internet. Some famous camgirl finally started making porn, apparently. Just one video, but the description (which was totally written by her, it has to be since it's written in first person right?) says something about how she decided to quit camming, so this video marks the end of her career. She got into a relationship, so she says in the description, so she has to quit. It's roleplay porn, apparently, she's doing a good job at the acting. All tied up and gagged and getting fucked by some big-dicked guy holding the camera. He's silent, but she's making a ton of noise, cums several times. Really good acting, the fear and desperation in her eyes looks so real. Talk about going out with a bang. It gets a lot of likes. Tons of comments about how sad people are she's quitting. And of course, a lot of comments say, what a lucky guy.

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