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yandere-sins · 1 month

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Underneath the Christmas Tree

You and König got into a fight when you realized what time of the year it was. He tries to make it up to you.

Characters: Yandere!König x Reader Fandom: Call of Duty Warnings: Yandere, Mentions of Violence, Building Stockholm Syndrom, Mentions of being tied up/ropes

a/n: Late as can be, but my little present to you guys! I hope that everyone got to eat yummy food and experience joy regardless of celebrations last year ♥ (Translations to the German words are below!)

"Mein Herz... are you awake?"

Sometimes, you wondered how a man of his stature could make so little noise. You were never able to notice him until he had already crept up to you. It had always been this way. You felt like you had only just closed your eyes, barely dozing off, when he startled you with his presence next to you. After all the screaming and crying, you had managed to scare him off, but it felt like only minutes had passed since he left.

The rope around your wrist tightened as you stirred, startled by his voice and the touch of his palm at your cheek, his thumb caressing you gently as you were torn out of your sleep. You felt groggy and tired, but almost instantly, the irritation with him returned to your mind, mixing with the pain as the rope cut into your skin.

However, even with your eyes wide open, your mind needed a moment to focus, the room having turned darker than it was a few minutes ago. Had it really been minutes? Or hours? Did you fall asleep for the whole day, exhausted from your outburst?

You cursed under your breath, your mouth dry like sand. More pain shot through your arms as you tried to move, your expression twisting when König's chest suddenly hovered over you, his gloved fingers dancing all over your hands and arms, too anxious to touch but too scared to keep you in pain.

"Here, let me," he mumbled, concentrating on the knot he made. Even he had to focus when undoing his own work, his methods too skilled for even his own good. But the relief, as your arms sacked to the mattress of his bed, was almost too good; your body lulled back into relaxing now that the strain subsided. Your eyes were already closing when he spoke up, alerting you to the danger you were in.

"Better?" König asked, almost sounding smug about it like he expected to hear praise from you for doing the right thing. It would have almost shown his compassion had it not been him who put you into the restraint in the first place.

"Guess," you contered, and you two fell into silence as you stared at each other. The fabric covering his face made his eyes all the more piercing in the moonlight shining in through the window. He was the first to avoid his eyes—a meaningless victory with a man who went from Colonel to shy schoolboy at the sight of your face on the regular.

"I thought about what you said, and I think you're right."

"The bit about Christmas? Ugh..."

Pulling your arms to your chest, you felt the heaviness that had settled into your muscles, which had been a few hours long enough to make them stiff as boards. You examined your bruised and swollen, at times bloody, wrists as good as you could in the moonlight, but feeling the wet smears on your fingers and the burn of pain when you inspected them, you eventually resigned to sitting up and resting them in your lap.

It wasn't long before König reached out to have a look at your wrists as well, gently turning them over a few times to take note of all the damage he had done to you, every fiber of your being blaming him and refusing to take even an ounce of it despite the fact you were the one fighting against the ropes that he put you in. Everything was his fault, and you had no problem telling him that at every chance you got.

"Yeah... about your family and traditions."

This was new.

Usually, König would try to change the subject as best as he could when it became uncomfortable for him—and all your complaints and demands, reasonable as they were, were uncomfortable. König always found ways to try and tell you how much better this situation was without really confirming or denying your feelings, even though his attempts at convincing you otherwise were fruitless. So, hearing him talk about what he desperately tried to avoid... was new. Progress.

"So you'll let me go?"

Silence. Wringing his hands in his lap after releasing yours, König stared at the floor beneath his feet, sitting on the edge of the bed like a scolded puppy. "No..." he mumbled, and you felt the surprise turn back into anger, your body finding the strength to straighten up and get ready to argue again.

"But!" he intercepted, noticing the changes in you and holding up a finger to silence you before you could explode at him again. "Schatz, hear me out before you say something, bitte!"

"Go on then..."

It was hard to keep your composure when what you really would have liked to attempt was to tear his head off in any way possible. Somewhere under the obvious shirt he was wearing, there must have been a head you could either curse at or try to break the neck off. However, you refrained, a small part of you still hoping to find a peaceful solution that would let you escape unscathed. You were at a physical disadvantage, and hurting his feelings had never been a very wise choice either. For someone who quickly became overwhelmed and shy around you, König was an expert at kidnapping and stringing you up, knocking you out, and putting his hands where they didn't belong. Even if he seemed to regret his outbursts afterward.

"I can't let you go, I just... It's not possible. It's not safe. I hope you can understand that I can't do it."

Opening your mouth was all that was needed to have König scramble, his words tumbling over each other as he tried to form his thoughts into a sentence. One that would soothe you. One that would put him into good graces with you. Sometimes you wondered if he forgot how to be the scary guy that kidnapped you. Who stood still and menacing by your side, watching you sleep without an ounce of shame or manners. But then again, you were glad that bruises and self-inflicted wounds were all you had to suffer from. Even if he tried to be gentle, you knew his hands could cause more harm than good to you. The thought of what all they could ruin was more terrifying than being kidnapped was.

"But- I- Well, I thought we- I'm your family now, so... About today— Scheiße... Christmas, I can give you that."

"Christmas?" Cocking your eyebrow, you watched him nervously crush his thumb in his palm, unable to maintain eye contact with you even though König kept glancing at you from the corners of his eyes.

"It's been a while for me, so it's probably not much. But I... I want to show you I care—about you! About us. I didn't consider that these holidays would mean so much to you, and I'm sorry."

König got up before you could think of a reply. He barely turned towards you, his body tense, hands curled into fists. Nervous. You knew all the telltale signs of his anxiety, considering there was nothing better to do in his apartment than to study him when he was around and you two weren't fighting. But this time, as secretive as he was, it made you almost curious as to why.

"If you want to, you can come to the living room. I'd be happy if you did."

With that, he left the bedroom, leaving you behind with the door wide open. You knew the layout of his small apartment, but you were contained in this room most of the time without the chance of walking through this door without König. Apprehensive, you got out of bed, feeling the cold floor underneath your feet, causing you to tense. Your soles tingled, almost burning from the cold, and you hesitated. It felt wrong to walk around freely, even though it was what you desired most. Freedom.

You had to cross the hallway to get to the living room, passing by the bath and entrance door. This all felt unreal. Like König was going to stand behind you any second now, asking where you were going and dragging you back to his bed, chaining you up and leaving you there to scream and cry. But he wasn't. You could hear him moving around in the living room—probably pacing—wondering if you were going to come.

There was much to consider. Did you need to use the toilet? Take a shower? Was the front door unlocked?

Your brain was screaming Idiot! at you for even thinking you could make a run for it. But you'd never give up the fight, you swore yourself. Even when you knew he'd easily catch up to you, knock you out, and tie you up, dragging you back to the apartment. You still reached for the door handle, pushing it down and giving it a firm tug!

...

The sturdy lock held on tight to the door, and you wondered what you were expecting.

Your hand fell to your side, and you took a step back. The disappointment and frustration were mere zaps going through your body, not even enough to sway you. What did you expect? That König would leave it open? After all that he did to you?

When you looked up at the living room door, your eyes met his, sparks of hurt hiding in the shadows over his face, disappearing the second König turned away, returning to the living room and leaving you alone again. As if he couldn't bear to watch a second more of your betrayal. There was no need to speak about what happened, about the feelings going through both of you. Neither of you talked about the taboo that the front door upheld—you, the prisoner, and he, your kidnapper and stalker. A love leading to nothing but suffering and destruction. He left the scene after making sure you were safe. That was all that mattered, even if your attempt to leave cut deep into his heart.

A quiet, surrendering sigh escaped you before you turned towards the living room once more. The bath was still an option. You could have gone there, locked the door, taken a shower, and hid from your captor until he couldn't bear it anymore and removed the door that separated you two. But fighting him this morning had worn you down, so provoking and refusing something seemingly harmless like an invitation to the living room seemed silly even to you. Certainly, it would have hurt König, and you liked that idea, but what about yourself? Could you have lived with what hurting him would have meant for you?

Deep inside yourself, you realize you were just trying to justify your curiosity. Escaping would always be your number one priority, but at the same time, you couldn't help being curious about what he had prepared. Being locked in the same room day in and day out was so boring, and even if it was a setup for disappointment, it was still better than pouting by yourself in the bath, trying to fight him for no other reason than spite and hurting both of you in the process.

But you didn't tell yourself that. You told yourself it was an order from him, and you didn't want to be punished for disobeying. That was enough to justify your actions to yourself rather than admit that you were curious about something he did. You led yourself along the wall, hesitant but complacent with König's wishes—at least for now. Just for today.

Warm lights enveloped you the moment you stepped into the doorframe. Christmas lights - green, yellow, red - twinkled from a string of lights pinned to the ceiling, while the old (although decorated with fake greenery) lamp added a cozy, warm glow. The table was decorated with a table runner, candles, little pine cones, and a big wreath with burning candles, plates and cutlery set like you'd see in a restaurant.

Most surprisingly, however, was the Christmas tree set up next to the couch. Given it was barely the size from the floor to your hips. But König had perched the tree on a little stool and hung it with baubles and little figure ornaments like a nutcracker and Santa Claus' hat. It was nowhere near tidy or uniform like you knew from home, with different colors mixing and not always going well with each other. It seemed like it had been hastily put together with whatever he could grab. But in its odd way, it was an endearing sight to behold.

Underneath it, wrapped presents in various shapes piled, their wrapping paper glistening in the lights. Some were easy to figure out, like books. But others had a generic box shape that wasn't very precise on what the present would be. Honestly, you were astounded, barely able to say anything with your mouth open in surprise. König never had a lot of decoration around his home, and standing in an all-out Christmas wonderland was almost uncomfortable after getting used to white walls and unintentional minimalism.

On the other hand, König looked so out of place, like a black hole in the middle of a Christmas market. He stopped pacing—moving, entirely so—the moment your presence came into view. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two, his hands tensing and relaxing, ever so often curling into fists as he waited for you to say something.

"So, do you like-?"

"Wow, that's-"

More awkward silence followed as you both started and stopped your sentences. But eventually, it was König who broke it, stepping aside and inviting you in with a slight wave of his hand. "I hope you like it. I didn't have much time, so it's messy. Probably not how you'd do it, but next year, we can do it how you want to. We could go shopping or—"

Cutting himself off, he seemed to be biting his own tongue. There was no guarantee that you'd have a next year. That you'd go out with him to buy decorations or you two would be close enough to celebrate like this again. Nothing was truly certain in this weird relationship you had.

But he tried. He really did.

And it almost made you cry.

"I... uhm," you quickly turned away when you heard your own voice shake, wiping at your eyes and praying that this strange feeling of happiness that overcame you would pass, returning your anger and defiance to you instead. "It's... alright. It's fine."

That was a lie. It was not fine; not alright. It was wrong. Downright awful and manipulative. You should have been hating on it, cursing him out for trying to take advantage of your longing to make himself look better. It was cruel and heartless, and you liked the feeling of normalcy so much that you wished it would stay forever. At that moment, you wished he was your boyfriend that you loved, and you were just a couple celebrating the holidays. A moment of normalcy was worth more than your defiance. And it made you hate the person you felt yourself becoming in that stupid Christmas room.

König's shoulders lost some of their tension, his equivalent of a smile. This time, when he waved you closer, focusing on the tree he had put up, he seemed excited. "Komm!" he said, and you felt your heart leap with the same excitement that swung in his voice, his happiness contagious. Saying "it's fine" seemed to have been enough for him, König being ever so undemanding when it came to your affection.

König knelt next to the tree, still just as tall as it despite being brought down a notch, patting the couch beside him. You tiptoed your way around the man, half expecting him to jump up and attack you as you passed by his back, but he didn't. Taking a seat, you curiously stretched your neck to see what he was doing. After briefly combing through the presents, König picked out one wrapped in green, glittery paper, handing it to you before sitting down on the floor at your feet, watching you expectantly.

You could feel the book's hardcover without seeing it, glancing at König briefly before unwrapping it. Forthcame the cover of the last book you had been reading before your life went downhill. It wasn't the same copy, still smelling new, and its spine wasn't broken from being read in awkward positions. For a moment, it felt unreal that he would know how much you had longed to learn how it ended, thinking about it a lot in the most boring of afternoons. But then it reminded you of how he tore you out of your life and destroyed it with his actions. How was this a small compensation for all the bad things?

But you'd still read it.

Pressing it to your chest, you swallowed back the tears, giving a fake yet confident nod of approval. Your body language was good enough for König, even if he noticed the hints of tears in your eyes, and he handed you the next present with an encouraging hum. You went through many more wrapped presents like this—more books, movies, sweets, a back warmer and a teddy bear, and so many more things you enjoyed. You eventually ended up on the ground next to König, your knees touching while you were occupied with opening and awing at all your presents.

It was just you two, and the apartment was quiet but peaceful, unlike the constant screaming and pain that usually resided in it. The bitter truth was that despite being unusual, things could almost look normal.

So when he slipped his hand over yours, and you didn't flinch away, the silence felt more awkward than it felt right. It was like two lovers exchanging a moment of gentle togetherness in a world that was so cruel to them—a world you weren't in voluntarily but a world that König wanted this way. You couldn't bear it. Bear the thought of this being acceptable.

So you pulled away, hugging the teddy bear in your lap and looking at the pile of gifts. "I've got nothing for you," you commiserated, politeness being the only thing you could procure to avoid destroying the peace you two had for once.

"I've got all I need," König replied gently, and you forced yourself to look back at him. His gaze was soft, lights sparkling in his eyes as they moved from you to his hand, reaching out to you once more. He was getting greedy, pushing your boundaries for just one more touch. "Just you and me, right here. Under the Christmas tree. I'll not ask for more than that from you."

It would have been the perfect moment to rebuke him, to hurt him and stab the figurative knife into his heart by telling him you didn't feel this way. It would have been enough to tell him how you felt truthfully that you still hated him. But for some reason, you remained silent, allowing him this moment of disillusionment that you two were finally warming up to each other.

It was simply too painful to admit to yourself that you were.

"Are you hungry?"

König snapped out of it faster than you. Unusual as he could be quite stuck in his lovey-dovey ways. "I got us takeout; just have to reheat it. I hope you like Christmas food because I got us everything."

Heaving his body forward, he got back on his knees but hesitated for a moment before standing up. You didn't look at him or say anything, tensing when you heard his breath next to your ear. His actions made you want to fight him again, every fiber of your being rejecting him and his ideas of love. But not on that day. Maybe you didn't want to ruin it, no matter how disgusted you were with him and yourself.

The kiss that fell on top of your head lingered for seconds too long. It was as if he was trying to get on your nerves, though more realistically, he was merely basking in the opportunities you granted him. His lips felt gross despite your hair and his mask being in the way. Yet you let him.

"Frohe Weihnachten, mein Schatz," he uttered into the kiss before finally pulling away, standing up and heading straight for the kitchen. Soon, the room was filled with the smells of a roast in the oven and sides cooking on the stove while you remained where you were, sitting there like an unopened present waiting for him to return.

Your face burned as your heart swelled with affection for the man you hated the most. The man who gave you what you wanted despite having to scramble to pull off a Christmas like no other. Who loved you unconditionally. Loved you so much despite all the bad things you said to him. Who would move the world to make you happy, even though he refused to do it under normal circumstances. The only person you had left who cared so much about you, stalking you to the point of knowing the kinds of books you liked, movies, treats, and your favorite things, presenting them all to you for just a moment by your side in return.

You were disgusted and appalled by everything and yourself. But without realizing it, you started to question your feelings for König as you hid your face in the soft, plush body of his gift.

And what more could he ask for as a present than you—in doubt and foolishly falling in love with the idea of him in your head—underneath his Christmas tree?

Mein Herz - My heart Schatz - Treasure (Equivalent to nicknames like Dear/Darling/Love) Bitte - Please Scheiße - Shit Komm - Come (in this context like “Come here”) Frohe Weihnachten, mein Schatz - Merry Christmas, my Love

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cuubism · 7 months

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part two of 'two times hob ran into dream outside their regular meetings and one time dream called on him intentionally'

WWI era, discussions of war, and past loss of children

Hob is in a somber mood. Funerals will do that. Hob may never be taken by death himself, but that does not mean he is not touched by it—if anything, death sometimes seems to sting harder for knowing he is fortunate enough to avoid it.

Especially the death of a young person.

He steps out of the church, steps slower and quieter than normal. The heavy church air slips off him like a cloak dropped to the floor, the scent of incense gives way to motor oil, to horses, to nearby bakeries’ yeast and flour. The father of the young man killed—a work associate of Hob’s—hurries off with his wife to a waiting car, hat held low to avoid the show of tears. Hob doesn’t follow, but he’ll drop by later or some time tomorrow, see how they’re doing. Commiserate.

There wasn’t even a body to bury, the boy blown to pieces over in France. Hob can’t imagine it.

He’s making his quiet way down the bustling London street, hands in his pockets, trying to pay attention to everything around him to avoid remembering, when a man strides briskly out of a passing doorway and nearly collides with him.

Hob catches him by the arm to steady him. “Easy there, mate.”

The man whirls to look at him, and Hob finds himself staring into the face of his stranger. He startles back, dropping his arm.

He’s spent the last two-and-a-half decades wondering if he’d ever see the stranger again, after the way things had fallen apart at their last meeting. Hob doesn’t know if he’s still angry with him, still hurt, if he intended to show up at their next meeting or not—but Hob can’t be unhappy to see him now. He’s never unhappy to see him. And he’d gladly take another look, any look, over never seeing him again.

“Hob Gadling,” says his stranger, seeming taken aback. But he doesn’t immediately sneer down at Hob or storm off, so Hob will take that as a win.

“Stranger,” Hob greets. Normally, he can’t resist a smile upon seeing him, but it’s hard to muster one today. Whether because of their fight, or the somber circumstances of Hob’s presence here, is hard to say. “Fate seems to keep throwing us together.”

His stranger frowns, looking up and down at Hob’s all-black attire, his no doubt drawn expression. It is, admittedly, out of character for him—more the stranger’s style than Hob’s own. “You appear troubled.”

Hob grimaces. “Funeral,” he explains. “Young boy killed at the front.”

“Ah.” His stranger’s face tightens. “Yes, there have been many deaths of late.”

Hob finally takes note of where he’d been coming from—the entrance to a hospital. He gestures to the doorway. “You alright?”

“Merely accompanying my sister in her work,” explains his stranger. “She is skillful and resilient, but these times have been trying.”

“She a nurse?” Hob asks. It seems too mundane a profession; any sister of his stranger must share some of his supernatural powers, whatever those are. But perhaps her talents lie in healing? It would explain the hospital.

His stranger’s lips tip up in a wry smile. “Something of the sort.”

Silence stretches between them for a moment. Hob summons his courage, buoying himself on the fact that his stranger hasn’t run off. “If it’s not too presumptuous, could I ask you to join me for tea? I… think I might have some apologizing to do.”

It’s hardly the day for this, but like hell is Hob going to waste the chance.

His stranger deliberates, his light eyes catching the weak London sun as they search Hob’s for… something.

Then he says, “Very well.

The café is light and airy in jarring contrast to the serious mood hanging over London these past many months. Hob has hope, he knows the wartime will pass eventually—hopefully without the utter destruction of all combatants—but sometimes it feels that each war is only worse than the last. More horrific, more vicious—and the steady stream of news in the papers, reminding them all every day, hardly helps. Hob remembers a time when any news beyond the most local of happenings was sparse. He never thought he might think that was better.

They get tea while, hundreds of miles away, countless young boys die in trenches far from home.

Hob kind of wishes he had something stronger than tea.

“You are troubled,” says his stranger, again, the tiniest line creasing his brow. Is he worried about Hob? That would be funny considering how he behaved when Hob merely tried to say they were friends.

The thought sparks something hopeful inside him, though. Lord knows Hob spends enough time worrying about his stranger, ridiculous though it feels to do so. He worries about him being alone. He worries about him feeling the loneliness Hob himself is sometimes struck by, stuck in time as he is while others age and die. Only it must be magnified a hundredfold for his stranger—Hob, at least, is still human. His stranger is other. Who does he have to keep him company across the centuries?

It's sort of a nice thought, to get a bit of that worry in return.

Hob raises his hands in surrender. “Fear not, dear stranger. I haven’t been disabused of my love of life. It’s just a sad day, is all. We all have them. Reminds us to be grateful for the life we do have, eh?”

His stranger relaxes, slightly, into his chair. “Not all share your outlook.”

Hob sighs. “Eh, can’t blame ‘em really. It’s not exactly been the best year. People are losing kids, lovers… and for what, more pointless squabbling? Not everyone has several centuries of life experience to put things into perspective, either.”

“I recall you saying to me that you did not think you had changed,” says his stranger, consideration in his tone, and wow, he’s really going to bring that up, huh? Even remembering what Hob had said right after? “But I do believe you’ve become quite wise.”

Hob can’t help but preen internally at the compliment, but he grimaces and says, “Yeah, about that, I’m not so sure it was wisdom on display last time we spoke. I’m sorry for, well, how I approached that.”

“But not for your words?” questions his stranger, seeming more curious than angry.

Hob’s never been able to lie to him, nor would he want to—his stranger is the only person he knows he doesn’t have to lie to to stay safe. “I don’t believe I spoke falsely, no. But nor was it right of me to— to put you on the spot. To put words in your mouth. For that, I am sorry.”

His stranger studies him. He looks very handsome today, his suit simple and dark but perfectly cut as always, hair a bit longer than last they’d met and ruffled up by his hat. The appreciation is not quite at the forefront of Hob’s mind as it might usually be, given everything going on, but he never fails to notice. Not that noticing will lead to anything—well, not for another two thousand years, at a minimum, given how they’ve gotten along so far.

At last, his stranger says, “I forgive you.”

Hob lets out a long breath, carefully held for years. Now are you going to apologize for storming off instead of talking things out? he thinks drily, but of course he won’t. Hob has long accepted the fact that he cannot expect normal human behavior from his stranger—his friend, he will be so bold as to say in the safety of his own head—who is so very inhuman.

“This funeral,” his stranger continues, changing the topic before Hob can decide whether he wants to continue or close that conversation. His eyes narrow on Hob, considering and… sympathetic? “It has reminded you of your son.”

Hob leans back in his chair, breath catching raggedly in his chest. He’s been trying so hard not to think it, but of course the thoughts have been there, anyway.

“You see everything, don’t you?” he observes, and his stranger merely inclines his head. “Even if you don’t speak it. Yes. You’re right. I think of Robyn whenever I see a young man die. I think of him when I see a father standing over the casket of his son who was lost to senseless, stupid violence, yes.”

“It is not a loss… that one gets over,” says his stranger, haltingly. Hob thinks that for all his friend is oblivious about normal human life most of the time, sometimes, sometimes, he understands it better than anyone else. It’s like he draws from a deep well of feeling greater than his body.

Or.

Wait.

The weariness of his shoulders as he says that. The look in his eyes, that banked, ancient loss that ages a man fifty years in a day.

Hob recognizes that look from his own mirror.

“You—” he starts, then forcibly stops himself. Instead he tries to convey, the way his stranger does, through looks, through implication and feelings shared outside of words. Speaking from experience, my dear, sad stranger?

His subtlety is rewarded by the barest tilt of his stranger’s head, the brush of his lashes over his cheeks as he looks down. And, well.

God.

“It’s not,” Hob says. “No.”

His stranger taps the side of his teacup with a slim finger. Thinking. “You are resilient, Hob,” he says at last, “to continue on so boldly after such a thing.”

“I was brought low by it,” Hob admits, “but loss also puts things into perspective. At one point, I had lost everything—everything, but my own life. Why would I give that last thing up? That, and the opportunity for better, which is ever present.”

“I repeat that you are uniquely resilient,” says his stranger. “I am glad of it.”

Hob smiles, then, despite the cold loss of the day. “You always ask me if I would give up my immortality. There was only one time when I thought of it.”

His stranger looks at him sharply, tension creeping into his shoulders, but Hob continues, in the same, soft tone—

“Not because I had grown tired of my own life. No, it was when Robyn was born. I held him and I thought that I would give it to him if I could, to spare him the touch of death, to let him see the long beauty of life that I had seen. Then, again, after he died, I thought, if I had given it to him, I would have saved him. Would that it were possible.” He still thinks it, sometimes, on certain days. “It is what fathers do for their sons, is it not?”

“Some, perhaps,” murmurs his stranger, watching him fixedly. “You did not ask, upon our meeting in 1589.”

Hob rubs at the back of his neck. “Is it a request you would have granted if I had?”

“That is not my request to grant,” says his stranger. Not quite regretfully, but not happily, either. A neutrality born of conflicting feelings rather than indifference.

Whose, then? Hob wonders. So you truly are not the devil, then? You are not Death?

“I do not know if it will help you to know,” continues his stranger, “but I will say that I do not believe it would have been granted. Not for lack of sympathy, however. Not at all.”

Hob offers him a pained smile. “Who am I to understand matters of life and death?” he says. “I wouldn’t claim to. Thank you, though. It is a kindness, I think, to know that it was not in my power to save, or to fail him in that way.”

His stranger nods.

“I suppose when I think about it,” Hob continues, “immortality that could be so easily passed around may invite more danger than protection.”

“Indeed. Humans do love to pursue it, for all that it is a foolhardy pursuit.” He tilts his head and looks at Hob slyly. “For most, anyway.”

“You just have to be stupid enough to do it,” Hob says, and his stranger hums with amusement. “And have a chance meeting in a tavern, hm?”

“Chance, yes,” says his stranger. “Speaking of. I’m afraid I must depart. I have elsewhere I must be today.”

“I won’t keep you,” Hob says, though with disappointment. He reminds himself that he was never meant to have this time with his stranger anyway, it’s a gift— a chance.

His stranger’s lips twist, just slightly, as if he himself is not so happy to leave either— and that itself is a gift, too.

“But I would see you in ’89, if you still meant to come,” Hob adds.

“I believe I did,” says his stranger, meeting Hob’s gaze. And what a better parting than their last. “I will meet you then.”

As Hob lets him go at the door to the café, his stranger hesitates on the threshold. “I am… glad that I ran into you today, Hob,” he says, the words foreign in how personable they are. The closest, perhaps, that Hob’s stranger has come to speaking to him like a friend. “It is good not to let another seven decades elapse on such terms as we last left them.”

Hob tucks his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels, the warmth he feels at such a small, but meaningful thing breaking out on his face despite his best attempts at moderation. “I feel the same, stranger.”

His stranger hesitates again, deliberating on something. Then he says, “Dream.”

Dream of… what? Hob thinks, perplexed, and his stranger keeps looking at him with that bottomless expression of his.

Then the order of the conversation hits. “Wait— is that your name?”

His friend—Dream—nods once. “Friends should know how to call each other.” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Or so I have heard.”

“Well met, then,” Hob says, holding out his hand to shake, a proper grin on his face now, no moderation about it, “Dream.”

Dream takes his hand, squeezes it with that same tiny, almost shy smile on his face; they have never properly touched before, and oh, Hob is grateful for this moment.

“Until we meet next,” Dream says. And between one blink and the next, he’s gone.

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #my writing #dream so proud of himself accepting friendship in 1915 and then getting kidnapped a year later lmao rip #literally i wrote this chapter a year ago. u know when you have THOSE wips 😂

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hopelessromantic423 · 1 year

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When The Anxiety Is Too Much

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Anxious!Reader

Summary: On a day when your anxiety is getting to you, Bucky comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety. Angst. Fluff. Nickname, buttercup used once.

A/N: Anxiety looks different on everybody, but this is what it feels like to me sometimes. Maybe I’m not the only one, but this was a scenario I created in my silly little brain.

To Bucky, you were sunshine. The second you walked in a room, his day got a little bit better. That's one of the reasons he fell in love with you. Luckily, you had fallen just as hard and were taking the beginning steps at dating. You two had been on about three dates and Bucky was over the moon.

Hey buttercup, wondering if you wanted to get takeout and watch a movie tonight?

Bucky sent the text around 10am, knowing you were awake. He sat with a smile for a few moments and then went into the team meeting scheduled at the time.

Once the meeting had ended, you still had not answered. Which is odd because you usually answered around this time, and you hadn't told him you would be busy. He decided to call. You didn't answer.

He brushed it off. Probably just a miscommunication. His thoughts went wild for one minute thinking of scenarios, but then he took a deep breath and reminded himself you were probably okay.

The entire day he was checking his phone every few minutes to see if you had responded. Then he called about five or more times to see if you were alright. Finally, he decided to check on you.

"(Y/N), it's Bucky."

You opened the door with an anxious look on your face. Like the last thing you wanted to see was Bucky. Bucky scanned your body up and down like it was an ops mission and you came from enemy lines. No blood, no bruises, no clattering from inside the apartment. Normal.

"Hey," Bucky said in a soft tone. His eyes were worried but soft as he smiled at you.

"I'm sorry Buck, it's just- I saw your text, I did. My mind it went into a thousand circles and I couldn't answ-"

You were cut off by your words being muffled by the warmth that was Bucky Barnes embrace. "I'm glad you're okay," he whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead, holding you so tight he was afraid he could hurt you.

You didn't fight back or saying anything, you just reciprocated the hug and shed a few tears on his leather jacket. You forgot how nice it was for someone to care about you like this.

"Can I come in?" Bucky continued his soft tone as he pulled away, which made you feel like a million butterflies were in your stomach.

"Yea, of course," you muttered.

He gave you an assuring soft smile while taking your hand in his and stepping towards the doorframe. He made his entrance and you closed the door behind you. Bucky took a few steps, peeking in your bedroom to make sure there were no intruders.

"You're not in any danger?" He asked in all seriousness. A little line formed in between his eyebrows as he continued his concerned stare.

"I'm safe Buck, really. My mind is what's playing tricks on me."

Bucky took a deep breath and gave you a look that wasn’t pity or sad, it was of understanding. "Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to if you don't-"

"Will you sit with me on the couch?” Your expression was nervous and anxious as you interrupted, like Bucky could walk out the door at any moment if you didn’t say what needed to be said.

Bucky nodded with a soft smile, pacing towards you and grabbing your hand. He lightly tugged you to the couch and led you so that you were sitting on his lap. His left arm protectively wrapped around your waist and the right stayed intertwined with yours.

"I have anxiety," you said matter of factly, with a thin layer of unconfident mixed in. "Sometimes that anxiety makes me push people away, and do things that I usually don't want to do."

Bucky listened intently, his thumb continually brushed lightly against your skin as you spoke timidly. He knew the feeling all too well, he just didn't expect someone so full of sunshine would be able to feel that too.

"Today was pretty bad, I wanted to answer but I got into a spiral and that led to me throwing my phone across the room and not looking at it all day."

"It's okay (Y/N), thank you for telling me," Bucky assured, moving his hand to brush up and down your back.

"There's days where I don't even want to get out of bed," Bucky muttered.

"So, what do I do if today happens again."

"We work on it, but talking to your therapist about this would be a step in the right direction."

"Here," Bucky lightly set you off his lap and stood up. "I want you to lay down."

"Don't get any ideas Barnes," you teased with a smirk.

"Ha ha," he deadpanned and he leaned down to kiss you lightly on the lips before laying down on top of you. Most of his weight was on you, but not enough where you couldn't breath.

"This feels nice," you mumbled as the pressure made your thoughts ten times lighter. Bucky let out a deep chuckled while leaning to grab the television remote.

“How about a movie?” He suggested.

“Perfect,” you hummed while placing your hands in Bucky’s hair to play with the brunette curls.

That’s what you did. The two of you laid together and watched a movie together, which you didn’t expect would be happening only a few hours before. It was nice that someone finally understood you, and that someone could help you through it one step at a time.

#reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #Bucky Barnes x angst #marvel #bucky fanfic #fanfiction #bucky oneshot #Bucky Barnes x Anxious!reader #bucky fic #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n

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sturniolosugar · 3 months

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INTERLINKED PT. 2

pairing y/n & chris sturniolo

Summary: Y/n and Chris have been best friends for awhile. They end up becoming sexually involved with eachother. They value eachother so much but are both scared of the consequences of their actions, which leads their friendship to be stuck in a rocky place.

Warnings: mentions of self harm (not descriptive, just a mention)

pt1 pt3 pt4 pt5

I guess in a way I’ve developed a toxic attachment to Chris. Because after all we are not actually together. So I feel like I have no right to feel jealousy when he talks to other girls. But we’ve had sex only a couple times. The last time we had sex was 2 weeks ago. I wonder if having sex with me and laying next to me skin to skin rubbing his hands over my body meant something to him or was just a casual Tuesday for him. I get into a spiral when I start thinking of this shit. We were best friends for so long and I have a feeling getting sexually involved with each-other wasn’t the best choice. As much as this possibly could ruin our friendship, I loved it. I loved the way it felt. The way he would touch me, looked at me, felt me, held me. I remember the first time we had sex. It was at his house when Nick and Matt were gone. We had talked for hours and hours. We were both sober not even 1 drop of drugs in our system. So as much as sometimes I wanted to blame the drugs for being the reason we got involved with each other like this I couldn’t. Because we were both completely sober when it happened.

It was right after he saw self harm marks on my right thigh. I didn’t even realize he saw them until I looked up at him and he was staring at me like he saw a ghost. I had on very short shorts (I didn’t realize how short they were and that my marks were visible when I sat down). He moved himself closer to me and put his hand on my thigh rubbing it up and down gently. I looked down where his eyes were focused already and realized he was running his fingers over the cuts. My heart dropped. He asked me why I did that to myself. I had to explain that I felt so much emotional pain at that time that I needed an escape. And that I would of rather of felt any type of physical pain than the mental & emotional pain I was feeling in that moment. He just held onto my hands tightly as we talked about it.

“Don’t ever do something like that again. Your so beautiful inside and out. Your body doesn’t deserve to feel pain especially when your mind already does. Come to me. Anytime. Anyday. Anywhere. Or I’ll come to you. Just tell me where. It doesn’t matter if you were all the way in Alaska I’ll be there. I love you y/n.” he said holding my hands tightly. “I love you too. Don’t think of me differently” I let out a shaky breath. “I love every part of you. All of you. All of your flaws. All of your weaknesses and strengths. Everything. I would never think differently of you. We’re human. Doing human shit. The last thing I would do is judge you. I have no room to judge you ma” he says pulling me into him giving me a tight hug.

He made me feel seen. Like I’m a human. Like I’m allowed to have good and bad times. He’s the only person that knows about the self harm. He never made me feel weak because of it. He made me feel loved. Like I deserved better and that he genuinely cared. After talking about it for awhile that night we continued on with our night. Everything seemed normal at first but I noticed his energy shift. He started being more touchy. More affectionate in a way. Me and Chris have never been afraid to show physical touch. It’s both of our love languages. But he was being extra touchy. So I matched his energy, not knowing what the outcome would be. I laid down at one point and he started poking my sides, that turned into a tickle fight. Seemed casual until he was laying on top of me. His head rested against my chest and I was running my hands through his fingers. I started getting tired so I shut my eyes. As soon as I shut my eyes I felt the warmth of his body move off of mine. I opened my eyes confused as to why he had just moved off of me.

“I’m just grabbing water” he says before getting off the bed and grabbing his water bottle, taking a drink of it. I smile at him. “You want some?” He asked. “Sure” I say grabbing the bottle of water and taking a few drinks. I hand the bottle back to him and he sets it on his desk before coming back to his bed and laying next to me. He positions body close to mine and puts his hand on my stomach and his leg over mine. He gently rubs up and down my stomach causing my shirt slowly ride up but still covering my chest. His hand rubs against my bare stomach as my shirt has been moved up a little from him rubbing up and down against it. “Y/n” Chris says quietly continuing to run his hand over my stomach. “Yeah?” I asked. “I love you. A lot. I want to make you feel good” he says quietly. “I love you too. I do feel good” I respond casually. “I wanna make you feel really good” he replied, still rubbing his hand up and down my bare stomach. “What do you mean?” I ask a little confused. “I wanna make your body feel good. I wanna make your body and soul feel loved. I wanna show you how deep I love you.” He says looking up into my eyes.

And before you knew it we had sex. It definitely didn’t feel like just sex because I’ve had sex. It felt deep. Passionate. It felt like we were making love. Complete opposite of lust. I felt our energies exchange and become one as a whole. He kissed every inch of my body. He took care of me after. Making sure I didn’t feel used. Making sure I was okay. I’ve had no strings attached sex before. But with Chris there was automatically strings attached. He told me he didn’t wanna lose me and that sex didn’t make him look at me differently. He said that he loved me already before sex and having sex wasn’t gonna change that. He told me he wanted to have me all to himself after that. He didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend but that’s what he was implying. I hesitated and told him I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. I could see his face dim. Like he had just been stabbed in the chest. He brushed it off and said there was no rush but that it wouldn’t change the fact he still wanted me all to himself. I basically denied him right after having sex with him. Since then things between us have been a little rocky. It’s not that I didn’t wanna be in a relationship with him, I was just fucking scared. Terrified.

Since then me and him have had sex and every single time it gets better and better. We’ve only had sex 3 times since the first time and it drives me fucking crazy. It’s like I crave him. I crave every fucking thing about him. Even before sex I craved his energy and love. I always wanted to be with him 24/7 but my emotions intensified after sex. He fucks with my head by continuously talking to other girls. Seeing him at the party the other night with the girl on the couch made me wanna go fucking insane. And I know he must of felt the same way when he saw me talking to Marcus because he pulled me away. I just don’t understand what we are. I don’t know if he has any feeling’s attached, or if he was just manipulating me trying to get me to have sex with him. But I feel like if he was just trying to use my body he wouldn’t have waited almost a year and a half into our friendship. I have tried suppressing my feelings for him but I can’t anymore. It’s impossible. I only was trying to flirt with Marcus to see if Chris was gonna react. And he did. Im supposed to hangout with him tomorrow. It’s hard hanging out with him, especially around his brothers. He acts as if he’s never been inside of me or had his mouth on every part of my body. It’s hard ignoring my feelings for him. I feel like since I denied him right after sex he became colder. He’s still my best friend but I don’t even see the light in his eyes anymore. It’s like I hurt him. I never meant to. I just wanted to protect our friendship. Maybe I should of thought about that before agreeing to have sex with him.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smutt #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #tiktok #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #fandom #fanfic #spotify #triplets

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a-boca-do-inferno · 5 months

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beija minha boca até me matar (tony montana x reader) [request]

summary: Tony is stressed and you are tired.

warnings: angst, swearing, abuse and sort of fluff.

words: 0.8k

notes: this is small and very anemic plot wise, so im sorry for that. loosely based on doce vampiro by rita lee.

Sometimes you wondered if your love would stop enduring at some point. If no matter how much you wanted to be with him, someday your body and soul would finally give in to the exhaustion, because that’s how you felt. Exhausted. God, what time was it? It felt so long since you’ve last rested. Insomnia was a big thing these days with all the chaos around you, the gang fights, the power struggles; you understood nothing of it, but at times you wish you did. Maybe you’d be able to help Tony in the slightest, offer him some comfort. And you tried, oh, did you try. But it was just to no avail.

He was as restless as you, although he tried to disguise it as his customary anger towards the world. You could sense it whenever he was close, when his hand would tremble just a little as he gulped down a glass of whisky in one go. When the crease between his brows would become only a little bit more noticeable. When he’d only swear once, as though not even those silly words were enough to somehow soothe him anymore. You did your best to try and give him some solace, but while your kisses pleased his face, his arms would fall coldly frigid at his sides. He wasn’t in the moment, and that was so uncharacteristic of him.

You felt helpless at those times, often choosing to leave him in his office and go to your bed, crying in silence until the sun was up again. He would spend his nights away from your room, causing you to entertain thoughts maybe about you actually being the problem, not his issues in the drug business. You never dared touch anything other than alcohol and that was perhaps something that lingered in the back of his mind, still. Would he think you’d eventually turn on him, sell him out to the police? Sometimes he’d call you “good Samaritan”, because in his own words, “you’re too clean, too good, too uptight. What the fuck are you doing with me?”, and wasn’t that the million-dollar question?

What the fuck, indeed?

“You rely too much on people, Manny. That’s your fucking mistake”, comes his loud, deep voice from the corridor. You close your eyes in contempt, not really wanting to listen to one of his lectures again. God bless Manny for being able to do it more than you. “I say, fuck people. I can do anything by myself.”

“Because it’s been working so well so far”, you let it slip out, causing him to give you a death glare. Tony didn’t scare you easily, contrary to popular belief, but he could become quite scary when he felt like it. This was one of those times.

He huffs, walking towards you slowly, “what did you just say, princess? You think you can disrespect me in my own fucking house, drinking my own fucking whisky that I bought? Is that it?”

He’s agitated, and you unconsciously flinch when he sits beside you, like a lion cornering its prey. You can’t help but shake your head, looking away from his hard eyes. “You know I don’t like when you talk to me like that”, you say softly, albeit your words carry weight to them. You don’t say them to him very often, surprisingly, but when you do… He better watch his reply. Tony knows that.

Then, there comes your answer. No matter how many times he let stress get the best of him, and no matter how many of his motivations you simply did not understand: Tony was Tony, your Tony, and he would always be. So, you let yourself be wrapped in his big arms once more in silence, simply enjoying his warmth. He felt like home and he was home, as inhabitable as he could become at given times. It was like loving a vampire. Having your life be sucked out of you everyday, yet always craving for more. A delicious poison.

So, he does. “Mi amor”, he coos immediately, his frown fading in a second when he seems to come to his senses. You are practically crawling on the couch, in fetal position, guarding yourself from his touch, and he notices this. Tony extends his rough hand and rubs your thigh gently, nuzzling your neck, trying to make you more at ease in his presence. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m fucking stupid, I’m a fucking jerk. I’m sorry”, he speaks quietly, but firmly, his deep voice vibrating on your skin.

And somehow, all exhaustion dissipated when he got closer to you, serving like a long nap after a tough day. It seemed like you were the complement to one another. Maybe that was the reason you were still here, after all.

Enduring.

#scarface x reader #tony montana x reader #al pacino x reader #al pacino #tony montana #scarface #tony montana imagine #al pacino imagine #scarface imagine

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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Miles, Mansk, Lyle - meeting and pregnancy headcanons

Requested by anonymous

(omg all 3 of them in one shot) ... (the gif)

Sup bitches, here we go again with our 3 big boy hotties. I have 7 assignments due tomorrow and my nose is bleeding, but let’s do this.

ALSO TYSM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! I posted my first Quaritch smut on the 18th of January and I had like 20 followers. IT HASN’T EVEN BEEN A MONTH AND I AM AT 300?! WHAT? You’re all angels, thank you so much. I love providing you guys with filth and imagines ad I plan on continuing to do so in the future <3

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy (if that’s a warning), hinting to smut (nothing explicit) maybe some bad language

Characters are all recom and Na’vi! Y/n is recom-Na’vi too.

Word count: 4752

Miles:

Before both of you woke up in your new bodies, you worked closely with Miles as a human. You were a pilot and a part of his squad. Nothing romantic happened before, other than teasing and flirtatious comments. But back then, you thought it was just who he was.

When you woke up, he was there by the side of your table, helping you sit upright and keep balance while the people ran a few reflex tests on your new body.

The teasing escalated to a type of sexual tension between both of you, to the point where neither of you could be in the same room without feeling excited and attracted to the other.

One day, Miles decided to deal with the feelings because he was sure you felt the same. He visited your room and boldly asked you out as if it were a completely normal day-to-day thing. You on the other hand were freaking out and almost jumped into his arms.

What I didn’t know was that he had spent the last hour or two trying to figure out a good way to ask you out and make it seem effortless. The man was nervous to blow his shot with you because he realised that he became really attached to you. The realisation hit him when you and the team went on a mission and were attacked by a few predatory animals. One jumped at you and you hurt your arm.

Miles saw what happened and absolutely lost it. He was ready to kill anything that got close to you and managed to fight off the pack of creatures alone. The recom-team was too shocked by his sudden outburst to interfere.

From then on, he demands you walk right next to him.

After that incident, he knew it was getting obvious and out of hand, so as I said, he asked you out.

It wasn’t like a “Hey, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime.”

He knocked on the door, hands resting on his belt, pretending not to be fazed by seeing you in pyjamas. He didn’t even greet me.

“I’ll cut straight to the chase Y/N. I know you want me, cupcake, so let’s do something about it.” he said, walking towards me so that he backed me up away from the door and thereby entered my room.

We can all imagine what happened after that. Anyway, so after a few mind-blowingly good hookup sessions, I was the first to confess that I had feelings for him. That I wanted to have more with Quaritch than just sex. He was shocked and it made me think he didn’t agree with that, but he was overjoyed with what I had said and the love confessions led to more sex. This time though, to prove our love for each other, we connected our tsaheylu’s and bonded for the first time.

Quaritch and I were then officially dating and I became pregnant after that night.

I didn’t know whether that’s what he wanted, but biologically, that is the product of mating. So he should probably already know.

Anyway, I told Miles I was pregnant and the man immediately got soft. Like I mean his eyes sparkled, his ears perked up and then drooped to the sides and his tail stilled.

I could have sworn I saw a few tears form in his eyes. Miles would stand up and embrace you, holding you close to him while telling you how happy he was and how much he loved you. Of course, he would then hold your tummy, even if there was no visible bump yet. It amazed him that his child was growing in there.

From then on, he would become even more protective of you. No more dangerous missions or physically exhausting exercises.

He would bring you things, even if they were something tiny you missed. He would make your comfort and needs his number one priority.

If you craved some food, he would fetch it. Miles even started to cook for you, wearing an apron and cooking meals in pans and pots. He looked like a real male wife and it made you love him so much more.

Once the bump started growing he would caress and hold it every night. Carefully he would lean his ear against it until one day he could finally hear the baby’s heartbeat.

He wouldn’t leave you alone and when he would, he would supply you with everything you could possibly need beforehand. Luckily, it never got annoying.

Being close to labour, Miles would only let particular people close to you. His recom team was fine. Sometimes he would make sure one of them looks out for you while he would go deal with work.

You knew the team from work anyway so having either Z-Dog or Lyle, etc. look after you and spend time with you wasn’t new.

They just had to make sure no people or random workers from the General would be around you. They stressed him out which made him think they would do the same with you.

When you went into labour, Z-Dog was with you. She ran from your room to the meeting Miles was in. Once he heard, he got up and sprinted to your room without a second thought. He got the medical team together and didn’t leave your side as they rolled you into your prepared labour room.

A few hours of pain, pushing and contractions went by and Miles was stressed out. But most of all he was worried.

He didn’t want anything more at that moment than for you and the baby to be okay. It had haunted him that your life could be in danger during birth. The life of your baby too.

He would comfort you and hold you, doing breathing exercises and all to help you deal with the pain.

Once you started to give birth he was cradling your head, holding your upper body while you dug your fingertips into the skin of his arm, screaming.

He hated seeing you in this pained state and needed to hold you close to make sure you were still with him. He had his eyes screwed shut and waited for any sign that this whole thing was over.

The second he heard the cries of your baby he froze. Miles felt your body relax into his and he opened his eyes, making sure you were present and stable before turning to see one of the nurses holding the baby. It too was alive and breathing and the man just broke down.

He was so thankful to have you by his side and he couldn’t believe the pain you had just fought through.

The baby was handed to you and he leaned down, cradling both of you.

He was crying at the realisation that he had a family now and he could have sworn that he was the happiest man alive.

Mansk:

Mansk was working alongside you since you were both people but back then, you never acknowledged each other. You didn’t remember his face or know his name and vice versa. While both of you were loyal soldiers to Miles, you worked in different areas.

When you woke up in your Na’vi body, he wasn’t there. He was already taken care of and dealing with Lyle.

Z-Dog and the Colonel had helped you up. Once everyone was stable and awake, Quaritch ordered a gathering at dinner.

Zdinarsk shared a room with you and you were given your usual cammies and some tops that basically looked just like sports bras. She found an old shirt which covered more and refused to let me have it. When we were in underwear and changing we spent at least 10 minutes in front of the mirror together, just pointing out to each other what has changed and what was weird.

Then we left for the dining hall and most of the team was already there. When we walked in Miles greeted us with an “Evenin’ ladies.” and a smirk.

“You don’t have any clothes Y/N?” Lyle teased and I flipped him off, sitting down next to a chuckling Z-Dog.

“You call that a shirt, Lyle?” I respond, gesturing to his tight, thin tank top. He scoffs, smiling before we direct our attention back to the Colonel.

Mansk was sitting next to Lyle. When you walked in it was almost like Cupid’s arrow had struck him straight in the chest. He knew most of the team but he can’t recall ever seeing you. He recognised Z-Dog but he knew you weren’t Walker. As I walked past him, his gaze followed me and examined me from head to toe.

Mansk was someone who would accidentally develop feelings. He was never a relationship type of person but when it happened, he didn’t know how to deal with it.

Over the course of the next few weeks, he tried ignoring the feelings that were developing for you.

But when the Colonel assigned you both as partners, he knew he was screwed. At that time, I had noticed Mansk too. He caught my eye because he would almost always wear his shades but when he didn’t I thought he looked quite cute. Then eventually came the time when I started to even like the sunglasses on him until I realised that maybe I just liked him.

As partners, he would help with things. At first, we didn’t exchange too many words but then we warmed up to each other. If I was stuck with something like reloading a weapon I’d never seen before, he would help me.

We had to practice training exercises with our partners at one point. That included learning how to handle the new equipment and weapons.

There was one that you would need to strap to your arm and waist. I never used it like that, so when Mansk brought it over to me I just stared at it cluelessly. He chuckled softly. I loved it when he did that.

Mansk knew how to handle all of these things.

“Here, let me help you.” he said, placing it on my outstretched arm. His hands closed the straps around my arm and then he moved behind me, taking the straps that were meant to go around my waist between his fingertips. I pretended to examine the new weapon while really I was paying full attention to him. I felt his breath behind me and I waited for him to close the straps.

He did it gently, making sure it wasn’t too tight. When his fingertips brushed up against the bare skin of my waist (because we had to wear training attire which was a little revealing), goosebumps rose on my skin. I hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Then he returned and stood next to me again, letting his hand linger on my waist while he stretched his other one out to adjust mine into place.

“Keep your arm stretched, then it’ll work.” he said, leaning closer to me. His face was really close to mine as he looked to see where I was pointing the weapon.

His breath fanned over my shoulder and I let my eyes flutter closed, subconsciously exhaling the breath I seemed to hold in while he was behind me. When I opened my eyes I saw from the corner of my eye that he was no longer looking at where I am aiming but at me.

He definitely saw my eyes close.

Mansk felt the tension from the beginning and he was happy he was the one training with you. He noticed the goosebumps, the shivers and the heavy breaths.

But he still wouldn’t dare make a move on you. You were too precious to him. He didn’t want to fuck up all the progress he has made with you.

I turn my head and look him deep in the eyes. He stares back at me, his eyes slowly flicking from one of mine to the other.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew he wasn’t the type of person to initiate things, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. Mansk preferred to follow orders.

“Kiss me…please.” I whisper, looking from his eyes to his lips and then back to his eyes to catch his reaction.

The man’s heart skips a beat and you notice the way his listening ears perk up a little more at your words. His eyes go a little wider and seem to almost even brighten.

Without hesitating, he pushes your arm down, grabs your jaw and pulls your face to his. He leans down a little to you and tightens the loose hand that kept resting on your waist.

When you pull away he can’t stop himself from mumbling “You’re so pretty.”

It drives you crazy and you go to lock the door.

Within a few days after that, your relationship has been made official. Mansk and you are dating and have mated the way Na’vi would. Even though neither of you had any experience in this body, the connection made with the tsaheylu’s felt right.

When he heard you were pregnant, he was delighted. Mansk lifted you from the ground, hugging you and spinning you both around.

He became much more present and happy in general, to the point where the team would notice it too.

He took care of you, bringing you things.

When you would go on missions he would never leave your side and one day, you had a craving for food bars. He ordered the few soldiers that were with us to stop and started opening his backpack, presenting you with almost every flavour and even drinks.

Mansk was prepared for everything.

He would do tasks for you and he liked carrying you around, even when it wasn’t necessary. Sometimes, he would have both of you stand in front of the mirror and he would lift your baby bump for you.

He loved to watch the way your face and entire body relaxed into him. It made him feel needed.

When you went into labour he was worried. His ears were constantly strained back and he would be moving out of the way constantly so that doctors could get to you. Seeing you in so much pain had him feeling very uneasy but when you asked him to hang around and hold your hand, he seemed relieved. You hadn’t forgotten him and you wanted him to be with you.

He was protecting the bed and you most of the time, making sure only the medics could see you. His hand would occasionally cup your face, just to keep you reminded of his presence and his want to keep you comfortable.

Mansk fit really well into the role of being a partner and once he became a dad, he mastered that as well. While helping you take care of your child, he would never fail to ensure that you were doing well. Even after giving birth, he refused to not take care of you. Seeing you battle the pain like that amazed him and he felt bad that you were the only one experiencing it. So he would happily spend the next months after labour, making sure you could fall back into your previous good and active condition.

Lyle Wainfleet:

You and Lyle had some history. As human soldiers, you got along well. You were both working the same job and always having little competitions about who could do something better to impress the Colonel.

There came a time when you were stressed because while being a soldier, you helped out in the lab with Grace’s reports. You were in the now empty break room of Quaritch’s team and were having a crisis about work. Someone had accidentally mislabelled everything and now the whole experiment was a mess.

Lyle had walked in on your study session and sat down right next to you. Of course, him being him, he couldn’t let you work in peace and quiet.

He started teasing you, shuffling around your papers and taking your pen whenever you looked away.

At first, you ignored it but Lyle didn’t give up, it seemed to just motivate him. He started to tease and provoke you even more, occasionally adding in a flirtatious remark.

For example “The papers should be burning with how hot you look right now.”, or

“Put the pen down, baby. I know a place more useful for your pretty lil’ hands.”

Lyle is resting his chin on his hand, not taking his eyes off of you. He needs any reaction. Whether it’s you turning red or just telling him off, he needs something, otherwise, he won’t stop.

After being ignored again, he starts to get handsy. Lyle is telling himself he’s doing this just to annoy you, but he also happens to like your company and does find you incredibly hot.

He starts nudging your legs with his knee or touching your fingers etc. Little does he know the frustration inside you has been building up over the past hour and with his presence, you lose it.

When his hand reaches out to your face and throw your pen down and snap. You scream at him, telling him off and cursing in every way possible.

Lyle almost immediately retracts his hand back to safety and even flinches when you raise your voice.

When you finish calling him about every insult you could think of, you see him just grinning at you and it makes you even more frustrated.

“Wow. That was so hot.” he says, the grin staying plastered on his face. My mouth falls open in disbelief. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I let my face drop into my open palms and let out a whine followed by a deep sigh.

“Do you know what you need right now”? He asks and I know he is about to hand me some dirty idea as an answer.

I was right. “You need some expert stress relief.” he chuckles, motioning to him.

I look up at him, having given up on fighting his annoyance.

“Stress relief?” I ask, clearly not impressed.

“Yeah. I can make you feel good, baby.” he says, moving closer, still teasing. He expected you to flip him off or tell him how gross he was so he could continue with his shit. But while he watched you, he noticed your eyes grow a little wider. You didn’t look like you were about to yell at him again.

He stayed quiet, trying to analyse your face. You looked almost interested in his offer. Lyle was speechless. He wasn’t expecting this but fuck, he was more than happy to give it to you.

“Are you joking?” you ask, wanting to make sure he isn’t messing with you.

He thinks about his answer, not wanting you to feel discouraged. “Not if you don’t want me to be.”

I keep staring at him and he notices how flushed my face looks. That’s all the persuasion he needs before Lyle stands up.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” he says, towering over you and cupping your cheek. When you nod, he pulls you up on your feet and leads the way to his room, which is closer than yours. On the way, you tease him about him calling himself an ‘expert’ to which he tells you to shut up and let him convince you.

Let’s just say, he does indeed convince you.

After that night, you two have a friends-with-benefits arrangement going.

After the battle on Pandora, both of you majestically die. You watch Lyle get crushed by one of the big heavy creatures, which distracts you enough with shock and grief to not pay attention to a bow flying to you.

When you wake up in recom, Lyle is next to your bed. He’s keeping a safe distance and rubbing his head while the Colonel is examining his fangs.

“Welcome back, Buttercup.” he says, smirking. He helps me with the wake-up procedure so that I don’t get scared and understand everything.

Lyle and I seemed to kick off right where we ended. It was almost as if nothing had happened, except for one thing, other than us being blue. He was more caring. Before, he would tease and occasionally make jokes that ended up being a little hurtful, but he never noticed.

Now, he wasn’t doing that anymore. We would still joke, but he made sure to leave me out of it.

After a very physically exhausting training session the Colonel had you all do, you were finally dismissed and you headed for the showers.

Just as you were about to walk out of the shower, you bumped into Lyle who had apparently been waiting for you.

He wanted to go in next and when he saw you leave he smirked.

“Hey, so how we feelin’ ‘bout our little arrangement?” he asked, presenting his typical cocky character. Seeing your moist skin on your arms and neck and your damp hair had his mind going places. You were wearing your sleeping shirt and shorts but he still looked at you as if you weren’t.

I had wondered about that too.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “You still wanna do it?” I ask him all innocent. I know what it does to him. It makes the man weak in the knees.

“Do I want to?” he asks, sarcastically. “Babygirl, I think I’m gonna need you after seein’ you like this.” he smirks, taking a small strand of wet hair and tucking it behind your ear.

Lyle had never done anything like that. Yeah, we’ve hooked up. The usual thing was him slapping my ass as he walks by or perhaps even resting his hand on my waist. But that was it. This here, that shit made me blush. It made my stomach erupt in excitement and not just for what was to come after he showered.

I smiled, walking away to my room. “Come in whenever you’re ready.” I say over my shoulder.

About half an hour later, I heard a knock on my door. When I open it I see Lyle outside, as expected. Only this time, his skin is damp too. And he isn’t wearing a shirt. Of course, why wear one if you’re about to take it off anyway?

He smirks and mentally pats himself on the back for choosing to not put it on when he sees how you struggle to take your eyes off his torso.

“All yours, baby.” he said, slowly backing you up into your room and closing the door behind him.

“I’m all yours and you’re all mine.” he said in a softer voice, placing his things down on your small table and slowly making his way to where you were standing.

It seemed to hit him only then. You standing in front of him, still clothed but looking as beautiful as ever. The fact that both of you were Na’vi didn’t bother you. It was still Y/N and Lyle.

The way your big eyes looked up at him. It was almost loving and he sensed adoration more than arousal.

A wave of happiness flowed through Lyle. Maybe you liked him more than just a fuck-friend too.

Lyle was nervous as shit while taking his shower. He washed everywhere and kept looking in the mirror, wondering whether he even had a shot. You seemed keen on wanting to continue the arrangement but he started to feel more emotionally connected to you, not just physically.

He stood in front of you now, gazing into your big curious eyes and losing himself in them. The silence was comfortable and he started to wonder how he could go about doing day-to-day activities without noticing or admiring you as a person.

“Lyle…” you whispered out. But it wasn’t the needy voice he would have expected to hear. It was your real one. You were fully aware of this situation and not distracted by excitement. It made his heart skip a beat again.

Lyle slowly leaned down to you, not even thinking about his actions.

When your lips pressed against his, all questions were answered. You have never kissed properly before. Only during sex. This kiss meant more.

When pulling away, you couldn’t stop yourself from mumbling. “I think I love you, Lyle”

He froze and repeated your words in his head over and over again, staring at you in disbelief. God, did he love you even more now.

You couldn’t get enough of him and connected your lips to his again. This time, he held you close to him. You wrapped your tails around each other and embraced the other as if they were all that mattered. In that moment, they were all that mattered.

After pulling away again, Lyle said “Let me make love to you, Y/N. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

And once again, he proved to you that he stuck by his words. Instead of just fucking, you did make love. You mated, using your tsaheylu’s and everything.

A week after your night, you discovered you were pregnant. Neither of you thought about the consequences of your actions so it shouldn’t have been a surprise but it was. The pregnancy was unplanned but when you told Lyle, he looked like he had been waiting for that news for months.

He was the happiest person on the planet in that moment. You both sat down together to talk about your relationship and how you would deal with a child if you decided to keep it. Well, if they even did abortions on Avatars.

You decided to have a child and Lyle had left to tell all his friends on his team. He was very bad at containing his excitement.

During the pregnancy, Lyle was already like a mother. He brought you anything, like literally anything.

You forgot your hair tie on the other side of the lab? He would go fetch it, even if you had many more around.

Any food cravings you had, you got them served. Lyle couldn’t cook. He was shit at it and something always burned but he had your heart because he tried really hard.

He would leave you little love letters and notes on the nightstand or in your bag if he wouldn’t be seeing you for a while. But when he gets back, he makes up for the lost time with lots of snuggles.

Lyle treats you like a princess, no kidding.

When your baby bump grew, the man couldn’t stop himself from drawing a face on it.

During labour, he was out of it. Seeing you in so much pain had him freaked out. He was worried sick. Like, he genuinely felt sick. What if you wouldn’t be okay after this? What if the baby wasn’t okay? So much was going through his head and he felt so useless because all he could do was stand and watch while the love of his life seemed to be fighting for her life.

While giving birth, he was holding your hands, demonstrating how to breathe in and out deeply to calm yourself down. He did everything he could and once the baby was born, he could have collapsed into the hospital bed next to you. He didn’t of course, he needed to be with you and the baby.

It still amazed him that you had brought new life to the planet and had created a family with him.

He’ll be the most amazing partner and dad you could wish for. Always helping you out and is ready to risk it all for those he loves.

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zzzzombieboy · 10 months

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Hellooo it’s me 😋😋 here’s the Resident Evil 4, Leon S. Kennedy x male reader request. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

After Leon was sent to save Ashley Reader is sent to back up Leon (and Leon didn’t know that so he is kinda mad that they thought it would be a good idea to choose Reader for it) on his mission and after a long and annoying search, he ends up finding Leon in the village. At first, he thought Leon was some sort of villager and attacks him. He pins him to the ground but then realized who he is and reluctantly apologizes which just makes the situation worse between them.

When they find Ashley and then lose her later Leon gets injured badly because he just rushed in without thinking to save Ashley. But he couldn’t and they ended up fighting when the coast cleared. In reality, the reader isn’t mad about the fact that they lost Ashley again. He is mad that Leon got hurt in the process and Leon noticed that the reader was worried about him. That could lead to an angry make-out session. Enemies to lovers type thing

And I really love your writing, gonna request alooooot more in the future 🥰🥰

oh thank u! i will try my hardest to make it as good as the last post

i also love writing ur prompts (long ones) it’s so very fun i love it

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Leon Kennedy x M!Reader

Leon was tired. Hours and hours of running around this odd town had taken its toll, leaving him utterly exhausted. The cool air around him gave him goosebumps, his jacket being stolen a few hours earlier. He was left in a compression shirt, not exactly the best when it came to keeping warmth.

Walking back into the village, he was relieved to hear no ambient murmurs or shouts. He had finally gotten himself some quiet, the one thing he had been searching for this whole time. Along with the presidents daughter, of course. His feet crunched against the leaves below him as he walked toward a house he had searched through a bit ago. He leaned against it, his body facing the forest beyond the piled rocks and the fence blocking it off.

He took in a deep breath, his head pressing against the ply wood behind him. He shoved both of his hands into his pockets and let his eyes close. Finally, some peace.

That was, until he heard a crack of a twig. His eyes snapped open as he held his hand over his gun’s holster. He wondered why he hadn’t seen this villager before, or heard them for that manner. He slowly moved himself to the side of the house and peered over the corner to get a good look at them.

It was a man in a puffed coat, seemingly looking for someone. He held what looked like a military issued pistol in his hand, hood over his head as he walked through the village slowly. Leon wasn’t in the mood to have to fight another one of these insanely strong villagers, especially concerning one with a gun. He was going to be swift and clean.

Leon began his stalk, making sure to stay close to a building and lay low. He pulled his gun from his holster and continued to step closer to the stranger. The closer he got, he noticed details about the man, specific scars and markings on his hands, the way his coat fell. Leon recognized something about him, but just couldn’t figure it out.

Just as he was close enough to see the side of his face, he had stepped on a pile of leaves. A feeling of dread washed over him as the man made a swift turn around. His leg swept across, tripping Leon and having him fall flat on his face. His gun fell out of his hand but still was in reach, until the man kicked it away.

The man planted one foot down onto Leon’s upper back, setting his entire weight on the blonde before grabbing onto both of Leon’s hands and pinning them behind him. The man belt his wrists between his fingers, keeping an extremely tight grip on them as he pressed his gun against the back of Leon’s head. “Speak or I shoot.” the man commanded. His voice was raspy, dark. Leon recognized it immediately.

It was no other than Y/N L/N. He had been at odds with Y/N for the entire time they had worked together. Their constant bickering and fights drove everyone around them crazy, Y/N usually being the one to start it. Y/N was combative, but always for a reason. He was smart and agile, and spent a lot of his time training, and could very easily pick out bad plans. He always picked out Leon’s first.

Leon figured that announcing who he was would kill him regardless, but there had to be a reason that Y/N was here. “It’s Leon.” he grunted, trying his best to wiggle out of Y/N’s grasp, but to no avail. He had a grip that nobody could rival.

Y/N paused for a second, slowly pulling his gun away from the head of the man he had pinned. He let out a soft chuckle, putting the weapon in his holster. With his now free hand, he brought it up to the chip in his ear. “Hunnigan, I found Condor One.” he spoke, somewhat loosening his hold but keeping Leon down. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll take care of it. Alright. Bye.” he hung up, his attention turning back to Leon.

He leaned his head downwards, almost against Leon’s ear. “Kennedy, why on earth did you think it was a good idea to sneak up on me?” asked Y/N with a slight smirk spreading across his face. Leon rolled his eyes.

“Better question,” he started, a bit of dirt getting into his mouth. He spit it out with a sour face. “Why the hell are you here?” he asked, getting a small glimpse of the cocky expression spread across Y/N’s face.

Y/N leaned his head back, letting out another laugh. “Because your ditzy ass can’t do your job.” he replied, his words laced with venom as he finally let go of Leon’s hands. He still kept him to the ground with his foot, however. “I always tell them not to trust the blonde bimbo’s, but they never listen, so I always end up getting sent to clean up your damn messes.”

Leon frowned, finally feeling the boot being lifted from his back. “I could’ve finished this by myself.” he grunted, pushing himself up off the ground, reaching for his gun that had been kicked away from him. Y/N rolled his eyes as he watched Leon stumble a little bit.

“It’s been 12 hours and you haven’t even got Ashley. It seems like all you’ve done is level an entire village.” Y/N raised a brow, resting a hand on his hip. Leon threw his head back around, finally finding something that he could be right about. “No, I found Ashley.” he disagreed. Y/N flickered his eyes from left to right before turning his head behind him.

“Okay,” he started. “Where is she then?”

Leon froze up, feeling his throat tense up. He considered lying to lighten the weight, but he figured that it wouldn’t do them any good. “I…” he started, squeezing his eyes shut. “I lost her.”

Y/N’s mouth went ajar as he stared at the back of Leon’s head. “You lost Ashley?” he raised his voice, stepping closer to Leon with his head leaned forward. “Are you fucking kidding me? You lost the goddamn presidents daughter?! Is doing nothing and looking pretty all you know how to do?” he hounded Leon, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. “I swear to god, I could’ve had this job done in an hour and a half. Why on earth do they assign you such insanely important jobs?” he asked nobody, pacing back and forth. Leon clenched his jaw, turning to face Y/N.

“Can you just shut up, man? You yelling at me won’t get us anywhere.” barked Leon, prompting Y/N to slow down. Y/N opened his mouth to respond, but instead he just looked Leon up and down. He stayed silent, giving a small head shake before taking in a deep breath.

“Okay, fine, whatever.” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before letting his arm fall back to his side. “Where was Ashley when you last saw her?” asked Y/N, looking back to Leon’s face. Leon took in a small breath, happy that Y/N had stopped his rant.

He looked towards the gate, pointing towards the path leading out of it. “Down this road, there’s a large castle that she got carried to.” he uttered. Y/N nodded, starting his walk, not caring to see if Leon was following behind him. In all honesty, Y/N saw it as an insult that he was labeled as backup for this mission. He fully believed that he should’ve been the main agent on this case to begin with, and it was the biggest slap in the face that the most incompetent agent in his eyes was chosen over him. He wanted to get it over with.

Leon followed behind Y/N and remained silent, making sure to check every inch of the land they were walking on for loose bear traps he hadn’t set off yet, or people hiding above them that could ambush them. He saw nothing, so they continued their walk.

The walk was completely silent, the only sounds coming from either of the men being slight sniffles or clearing their throats. It had been a good half an hour before they reached the gothic style building Leon spoke of.

At the front, there was a large door with the insignia that had been coating the village. The two approached the building, Y/N taking a pause by the side, expecting Leon to follow suit. Y/N had always been a planner, making extensive backups and routes before ever going into a dangerous situation. Leon was much different, instead storming into a situation without much thought and figuring it out along the way.

In a rush, Leon kicked open the castle’s doors and ran in, his hands tight around his gun. There were many cult members, all wielding weapons. Y/N let out a small yell, frustrated on how impulsive his co-worker was. He just had to go with the flow now, thank god he was good with adapting. Y/N ran in, making sure that nobody could see him. Leon was trying to fight them all off at the same time, and Y/N was going to leave him to that while he tried to find Ashley.

Y/N booked it through the main hall, checking every nook and cranny, running up staircases before he found a dusty door with a small hand print on the side of it. His instincts told him that he should open it, and his instincts were correct. Sitting on top of a barrel, Ashley Graham was restrained, chained to the wall with a rope tied into her mouth.

Her eyes seemed to light up in fear as she let out muffled screams. Y/N shook his head, shutting the door behind him. “No, hey, easy lady. It’s alright.” Y/N started, putting both his hands up to try and ease her. “I’m with Leon. I’m gonna get you outta here, alright?” Ashley slowly stopped her movements, nodding slowly as Y/N continued to approach her.

“Sorry it took us so long,” started Y/N, pulling his knife out of the strap against his chest. “Leon isn’t good with time management.” he muttered, grabbing onto the rope tied to Ashley’s head, cutting through it with ease. He pulled the rope out of her mouth, letting her take in a deep breath. “Leon, where is Leon?” she asked, his chest heaving up and down.

Y/N looked to the door behind him. “Fighting off those cult guys.” he replied, now looking around for a bolt cutter. Luckily he found one, hidden behind a shelf in the far corner. He picked it up and stepped back to Ashley. Ashley gave a small nod, watching as Y/N cut the chains tied around her waist.

“Thank you.” Ashley hummed. Y/N nodded in return as a small ‘you’re welcome’ before creaking the door open. He peeked his head out, hoping to see a pile of dead bodies, but was left not-so-shocked to see that all the men in cloaks had been kicking Leon’s ass. He let out a small angry grunt before ducking his head back in.

He handed Ashley the knife he used to cut her free. “You’re the presidents daughter, you know self defense, right?” he asked, his voice slightly cracking. To say he was nervous was embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it. This was very risky. Ashley nodded, thank god. “Okay, good. You are gonna go out there, get out of this castle, and run as fast as you can, got it? We will find you, just make sure if anyone tries to grab onto you, stab them and run.” he ordered her, staring deep into her eyes. She nodded hesitantly. She trusted that he knew what he was doing, and followed his instructions.

Y/N opened the door again, watching as Ashley ran past him, down the staircase. Thankfully all of the cultists had their eyes set on destroying Leon, so nobody noticed their captive escaping. She ran through the hall and pushed open the doors, leaving nothing but a trail of dust. Y/N felt a relief seeing that Ashley made it out of there unnoticed, but he now had to save Leon’s ass again.

He made his way down the stairs and pulled his shotgun off his back. The heavy steps were nothing compared to the yells of the men trying to kill Leon, so he also went unnoticed. Without a second to spare, he started shooting, knocking off the men closest to Leon and taking care of the others afterwards. Once all of them had gone down, he took in a heavy breath.

Leon stood there, his body exhausted. He now had puncture wounds in his arms and bruises on his waist, and the classic bloody nose. He stared at Y/N, who leaned his head back in a brief moment of satisfaction. The second his head moved back down, Leon felt a chill run down his spine.

Y/N’s eyes landing on his was a feeling of dread that remained unmatched. The rage in his gaze was clear to anyone who saw it, a scowl forming across his face as Y/N stormed toward Leon. “Sit down.” Y/N barked, setting his shot gun back on his carrier, starting to dig through his jacket while approaching Leon. Leon did as he was told, as he didn’t want to anger Y/N any more. Y/N finally pulled out a med kit and an herb mixture he had stored for emergencies.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Leon?” he asked, kneeling down beside him. “I can deal with the bratty shit, and the whole ‘I’m a loner I can do it myself’ thing or whatever, but this? You could’ve died.” he mumbled, his voice getting quiet. Leon could sense the vulnerability, his head tilting to the right as he stared back up at Y/N.

The tone that Y/N was speaking in was something he hadn’t heard before. Whenever they went on missions together, Y/N always spoke to him like he was a burden. But now, he heard something so insanely rare in his voice. It was sympathy. Y/N worried about Leon. Y/N tried his hardest not to let it on, but this was the closest Leon had ever been to actually dying.

He felt Y/N pull up one of his sleeves, holding a roll of bandages between his teeth while he used his hands to put pressure on Leon’s wounds. “I can patch myself up.” he muttered, slightly pulling his arm away. Y/N flashed him a glare while taking in a long breath.

“For the love of god.” he uttered, pulling the bandages away from his mouth. “Just let me do this for you.” he pulled Leon’s arm back to the place it was and began to unwind the bandages. Leon stopped trying to counter Y/N, instead just sitting silently, watching Y/N wrap the bandages around his arm.

Y/N and Leon were never really close by each other. The only times they were touching is when they were sparring during training, which neither of them enjoyed very much. This was the first time neither of them were trying to beat the shit out of each other in this close of proximity, and it gave Leon a new view. Y/N finished up Leon’s arm and moved his focus to the injuries that really mattered.

Y/N lifted up Leon’s shirt, revealing the many wounds inflicted by the cultists with their various weapons. None of them were very deep, but the last thing Y/N needed was for his partner to get a bunch of infections. He pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the med kit, making sure he didn’t have too much dirt on his hands.

The sudden cool brush of wind up against Leon’s abdomen made him squirm a little. He took in a harsh breath through his clenched teeth, tensing up his muscles. Y/N grabbed some cotton balls and dunked them into the bottle. “Stop wining. You’re being dramatic.” he uttered.

Leon glared at him. “Oh yeah? Do you wanna try being impaled?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. Y/N rolled his eyes, cleaning the blood off of Leon’s skin.

“You weren’t impaled, you were poked.” he hissed, watching as Leon began to writhe around again from the stoning caused by the peroxide. “Stay still and be quiet.” he spoke, trying his best to pin Leon down.

Leon grunted. “Make me.” he grunted. Y/N looked back up at Leon’s face, the irritation he felt before coming back. He wanted to shut Leon up with everything he had. He wanted to make sure he stayed quiet for the rest of the time he knew him. He never wanted to hear another bratty ass word out of his mouth again. Y/N clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath in a he looked back up into Leon’s eyes. He needed him to be quiet.

In a sudden rush of emotions, Y/N found himself pulling a move he had long suppressed, but his impulse got the better of him. He jutted his head forward and pressed his lips against Leon’s, earning a stifled yelp from the blonde. The sudden contact sent a shock down both of their spines, but Y/N was pleasantly surprised when Leon reciprocated the kiss. The pain Leon felt had slowly slipped away as all he could focus on now was the feeling of Y/N.

Their lips moving against one another brought up feelings that neither of them really knew they had. Leon could feel his face heating up as he brought up a hand, planting it on the back of Y/N’s head in order to get closer. Y/N couldn’t help but feel weak in this moment, his knees starting to wobble as he melted into the moment. He was still a little angry, yes, but that made it so much better.

Leon could feel his heart beating faster than ever as he felt Y/N’s hand press up against his chest. He slowly pushed Leon down to the ground, continuing the kiss while hovering over him. As much as Leon hated to admit, he didn’t mind being pinned by Y/N all that much. If anything, he enjoyed it. The warmth on Leon’s face ended up spreading to the rest of his body, feeling a fuzz begin to form in his stomach. His breaths were erratic and heavy, waiting for Y/N to make another move.

Y/N also felt a buzz, but it remained in his head. He felt like he couldn’t think straight with this happening, all he could focus on was the feeling he had. He didn’t like the feeling of his guard being down, so against his own wishes, he pulled away from Leon.

Both his legs were on the sides of Leon’s waist, practically forcing him to remain on the ground as Y/N pulled away. He leaned himself upwards, biting down on his lips before wiping his hand across them. He didn’t know what to do with himself, and he couldn’t bare to look at Leon.

Leon stared up at him, swallowing slightly before lifting his arms, leaning back on his elbows. Y/N took in a heavy breath before standing up, backing away from Leon. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He didn’t feel ashamed, or embarrassed. He just felt like a hypocrite. For the first time, he uttered a word that he wouldn’t have said to Leon in a million years. “Sorry.” he blurted.

Leon widened his mouth slightly, trying to analyze what Y/N was feeling. All he knew is that he really liked what they had been doing. He shook his head ever-so-slightly. “It’s okay. I asked for it.” he gave Y/N the smallest smile, trying to assure him.

Y/N looked at him for a brief moment, a sly smile of his own spreading across his face as he kneeled back down, grabbing onto the medical equipment now tipped over on the floor. “I’m glad we agree that this is your fault.” He uttered.

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updownlately · 9 months

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fighting it is hopeless (sinking in your ocean)

| alessia russo x reader

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“It’s weird to think that you could leave at any time and I’d have no control…”

Your voice broke the comfortable silence that gently wrapped your living room, the weight of the words evoking a nearly-tangible rattle in the air.

You were sprawled out on the couch with an earbud barely in, eyes not leaving the ceiling, holding your breath wondering whether you should continue or not.

It was when you just barely heard the soft padding of footsteps, no doubt coming from the blonde you called yours, that you closed your eyes, heart wrenching thought of your vulnerability.

Swallowing hard, scarcely managing to keep the growing lump in your throat at bay, you continued.

“Like I get that love can’t exist if I have control over all your actions and emotions ‘cause obviously that’s not how humans work…but still...”

Your words trailed off just as you felt the seat near your legs sink with the weight of the your girlfriend.

The gentle hand that came to rest on your thigh had you opening your eyes, head rigid however, too afraid that the slightest eye-contact with the other girl would result in her seeing your soul, the windows of your eyes an easy read for the striker.

Bringing a shaky hand up to grab the front collar of your her t-shirt that you were wearing and bringing it to your mouth, you bit down on the fabric, the tremor in your voice something you could already feel.

Continuing, your voice came out muffled.

“It’s weird you know? Like yeah we were friends and all before we started dating but since that first date you kind of just took me out of my world and put me in your orbit. You shot me into outer space, had me sucked a bye away yet so near to you and I haven’t been more glad yet more scared.”

You knew you were rambling now, the feelings you had tried so hard to bury for the past few months, the insecurities you’d never shared, all tumbling out, and you could only be a bystander, almost watching from afar as your mouth and heart betrayed your brain.

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t terrify me. I feel like I’m sinking and flying at the same time, and I don’t know what to make of it…”

Words trailing off, restless silence enveloping you, you tensed your shoulders embarrassed at how open you were being, laying yourself bare without a thought.

The stillness in the air since your last uttered sentence was deafening, the silent roar sending a chill up your spine.

Running a hand over your face, your fingers rubbed into your eyelids before coming to pinch the bridge of your nose. Mind now racing, innumerable thoughts firing in the small space of your head, you cursed silently at yourself, wishing you’d never said anything.

And when nearly a few minutes had passed, only the blood rushing in your ears to be heard, you decided that maybe you were an idiot after all, swearing at the old you that thought this would be a good idea.

Moving to get up, gently tossing your phone and earbuds onto the other seat nearby, you barely made it onto your elbows, body in a half crunch position before a voice that wasn’t yours finally joined the conversation.

“Hey, let me in…I care, I promise. I really do.” Alessia’s gentle but nervous voice filtered through your thoughts, the love pushing aside your insecurities and creating a clear path to your troubled mind.

The quietness of the plead had you listening, your arms straightening out as you gently fell onto your back, bouncing against the soft cushion before resting on it.

You inhaled a deep breath, holding it for three seconds just like your therapist told you to do whenever you felt anxious, before letting out a deep sigh and forcing yourself to relax your shoulders.

“I want to trust you- trust us, this relationship but sometimes it feels so hard…It’s worse because it’s not ‘cause of you but my mind is idiotic sometimes y’know?”

Alessia hummed in acknowledgement, not sure how to respond but desperately wanting to be there for you.

Silence enveloping the room once more, you felt the couch shift once more, it creaking under the weight of the movement.

Before you knew it, Alessia was squished beside you, laying on her side tightly in the minimal space between you and the back of the couch.

Reaching her hand over to wrap around your waist, tugging your stiff body into her best she could, Alessia let out a breath, trying to relax, hoping it would have the domino effect on you.

With how well the blonde knew you, nearly a year of dating not lost on her, the actions had the desired effect, tension slowly but surely leaving your body as you curled into the warmth beside you.

The pair of you were so close, each rise and fall of either of your chests felt by the other, released puffs of air intermingling, you both bathing in the calmness brought by the other’s presence.

And when Alessia began to speak, voice so soft, lips fluttering against the crown of your head, you swear she could cushion the most delicate of glassware.

“Whatever’s going on inside your head, I want you to know that I want you. For as long as you’ll have me, through the highs and the lows, I’m here to stay. I can’t even fathom the idea of leaving you if I’m honest.”

Pressing a gentle kiss onto your hairline, Alessia paused for a slight second, lips lingering before she continued.

“I know me saying it once won’t do much so I’ll remind you as many times as I can for as long as I can, but know that with all of the trophies, cups, league titles and any other awards in this world, I wouldn’t mind not having a single one as long as I have you.”

Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you keenly listened to the murmur of words, relief washing over you, chest loosening.

Turning in Alessia’s hold, you faced the blonde, not meeting her eyes but instead burrowing your face into the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry…” Your voice came out muffled, the sheepish tone apparent.

“Love...don’t be. We’ll get through this together. You just keep communicating to me like you are, yeah?” Nodding into Alessia’s shoulder, you felt your eyes dampen, the blonde’s understanding and care overwhelming you in the best way possible.

Tucking your head further into her neck, you wrapped your arm around the striker, letting her love wash over you, a few tears falling as your heart bursted with love.

And as Alessia pulled you impossibly closer, you both let the evening pass, yellow hues turning red, and then purple, basking in each other’s embrace.

Allowing your love speak for itself, arms tightly wound around one other, you let yourself sink into the comfort of the embrace, aware that fighting it was hopeless.

Sucked up in the waves of her love, shot into outer space, you knew you were stranded but not alone, bound to fall deeper each day for the girl you loved, no insecurities of yours able to prevent your love from growing.

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 11 months

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SET ME FREE X MIN YOONGI

[Mafia AU]

PART TWO

I’ll find you in a dark Paradise

Side Characters: K. Namjoon, J. Jungkook, J. Hoseok and P. Jimin.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, death, gunshot, sharp objects, smut.

Songs: shades of cool - Lana del Rey and R U Mine - Arctic Monkeys.

PREVIOUS PART

Edited ✔️

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Everything seemed to be in autopilot after last night, my brother didn’t talked about anything that happened with him , he had locked himself in his room and didn’t came out to talk with me. He didn’t look well and the last thing i wanted to do was push him into telling me when he clearly wasn’t over it yet, i too needed some time to process the events of last night.

I was curious about the mystery guy with the scar who helped us, he didn’t seemed bad but his looks didn’t do him much good to say otherwise. I didn’t want to be the type that judges people by the looks, people from downtown were not exactly good either. I just wanted to forget everything that happened last night, life seemed to be always ready to surprise me whenever I think things are finally going well for me.

I was able to find my brother but not to protect him and that thought was so sticky inside my head, what did I trained for all this years if not to protect people? How could I let them win so easily?

Today when i woke up in the morning i had a goal in mind, i didn’t wanted what happened last night to happen again. If I ever face danger again, I’m going to fight it and I will win.

Before leaving to work i check on my brother opening just a bit of his door I find him still asleep, i sighted. I wanted to know what happened last night more then anything else, just what was he doing in downtown? The more I try to make sense of it the more unrealistic it seems, I just can’t picture him going there by himself. I’ll give him his space and wait for him till he’s ready to tell me why he was there at downtown, I know how hard it can be. Especially since it’s just him and me. Things are so much more difficult with father and mother, they are even harder on him since he’s younger then me.

I manage to get to work on time, meeting Namjoon at the entering of the station as usual. He waved at me giving his signature smile that showed his dimples. I waved back returning his smile, I would have to go on about this day as if nothing happened last night. Knowing how Namjoon would react if I told him, he would probably make a fuss about it and run over downtown to catch the men who did that and then he would nag the living life of me for as long as I live. I took one deep breath before fallowing beside him. He kept the door opened for me to get in, while making my way to him i notice the black Porsche in front of the station. My eyebrows furrowed at the sight, i wonder what such an expensive car was doing in front of a police station who that car belongs to, it must be an important guest of the director.

- who’s car is this? - is asked Namjoon once i stand in front of him.

- i have no idea but he got taste - he simply said eyeing the car.

I rolled my eyes at him, I can’t understand men and their cars. Namjoon fallowed beside me as I entered the station, the cold air hitting our bodies immediately. Today was an extremely summer day outside, the sun shined bright in the sky. It was rare but to see such clear sky so I was happy at least the weather wasn’t down like my humor.

- so.. what happen last night? You ran off so quickly. - Namjoon asked beside me.

I gulped down. I wasn’t ready to talk about it now, not with him. Just the thought of it would bring me back to the night before and i didn’t wanted to face how weak I was. Not only would Namjoon nag me but, remind me of how unprofessional and not ready I’m to face serious situations.

- nothing much… just family problems - i nervously laughed off. This would be able to feed him for now, he can be so noisy sometimes but I can’t really blame him. He’s a great detective.

- okay - he eyes me - let’s have lunch together?

- of course! Where? - I was glad for the change of topic, excitement showing up to my tone.

- there’s this new spicy noodle restaurant that opened close around the station, Jungkook said is good and I know how much you love spicy food so…

- sound good to me - i tell him.

- see you then - he said turning left to his office - don’t get into trouble yn!

I laughed at his goofiness. Making my way to my own office which was shared with our teammates.

Another day at work begins and here I’m already wishing it would end.

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Today was a busy day at the station. When i had the time to look at the clock it was almost lunch time and i still had to run some errands before that. I groaned getting up from my sit at my table, I have to make this quick I’m so hungry my stomach keeps making noises. Walking quickly through the corridor offices to get documents and deliver the files of the new cases.

For a moment i started to rethink if going for lunch with Namjoon was a good idea, i didn’t think i would be this busy today now I’m almost running out of time. I tried to complete my tasks as quickly as I could to make sure I could leave on time to eat with him but here I’m late again.

I did a little run over the office and luckily for me I was able to make it in time, who would thought delivering documents would be so tiring, I slowed down a bit taking the stairs down to the second floor catching my breath while i make my way back to my office i heard steps behind me.

- yn! - a female voice said.

Turned to see one of my coworkers holding a tray with two coffee cups, she had walked faster to catch up with me a worried expression on her features and I hurried towards her.

- you seem worried, is something wrong? - i ask her.

- I’m so sorry but, do you think you send this to the chief’s office? - she asked, i almost fell to my knees at that. Just how much more work will they give me before lunch?

- it’s just I have to… - before I could tell her how busy I was already she interrupted me.

- yn please I beg you - she said desperately - that guest of chief’s scares me, I really don’t wanna go there.

- okay, i’ll do it - seeing how desperate she seemed i decided to help, i too would want someone to help me out in a situation like that.

- gosh thank you so much yn - she said, relived - I owe you one.

Yes you do. I thought.

But smiled at her anyway, she passed the tray carefully to me and once I was settle we said our goodbyes. I turned back to the way I was coming before, chief’s office was on the third floor I would have to rush there again and there I was again on delivery. Am I even a police intern or a delivery guy?

This is making me question things about myself. The things I submit myself here, honestly.

I made sure to get ther as quickly as I could without dropping any of the liquid from the two mugs on the wooden tray.

Once i stood in front of the office door, I carefully held the tray over my leg to nock on the door announcing my presence before making my way inside the office. The smell of cigarette hitting my nostrils as I bowed down greeting chief’s and the guest, not making eye contact here was a sing of respect but as I turned upwards my eyes fell over the present guest that scared my poor coworker.

I couldn’t hold my surprise and the gasp that left my lips once i saw him there, no wonder she was scared I was too when I saw him for the first time.

What was he doing here?

Sitting all comfortable on my chief’s couch, looking like he was the one who owned this place. His hair wasn’t messy but nicely styled back and perfectly trimmed as if he had just washed. He wore a black suit with a long coat that went down his knees over it, he looked like a completely different man then the one a meet in downtown last night. If it wasn’t for his scar over his eye I would even think it was someone else. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that he was right there, how? Why?

I could smell his expensive cologne from here, it felt suffocating to be around his presence today. i swallowed hard as he looked at me unbothered but still not taking his eyes off of me. He took a puff of the cigarette, his eyes going up and down my whole body. I felt like I was being evaluated, he didn’t even try not to make it obvious he checked every part of me.

I quickly took the tray with shaky hands to the small table in the middle of the office were they both sat in front of each other, putting one coffee in front of my chief who eyed me questioning, probably wondering why i was the one delivering the this and not my coworker, then the other one in front of scar face.

My eyes slowly looking up at him as i did so, he was looking directly into mine. Smoke dancing in the air making him look even more intimidating. My breath got stuck on my throat as I looked at him, he was a walking beautiful and psychotic red flag. How could he look so intimidating and handsome at the same time was something I could never wrap my finger around it.

Nervously I looked away turning back I gave one last look at them and made my way out, but not fast enough.

- I didn’t get your name.

A shiver went down my spine at the sound of his voice, low and raspy. My whole body froze at the sound of his voice directed to me, turning towards him as he looked at me.

- it’s yn sir - i said, gulping down. I watched as he smirked putting the cigarette down right over the table burning the dark wood. From the side I could see how chief moved uncomfortable at the sight.

His actions clearly showed who was in charge here, not my chief but him. He must be someone very powerful if the chief is not saying anything about it. Everyone at the station knows how much he hates smokers, if he’s holding back his tongue scar face must not be an ordinary man.

- yn…. - I tried my best not to show the effects of my name rolling down his tongue had on me, and just nodded. - see you soon.

He smirked in my direction taking the mug and drinking eyes still glued to mine as the smoke slowly began to fade from the cigarette on the table. I turned my back to them and left the office quickly.

I leaned on the wall beside the door, taking a deep breath as my heart was racing so fast I felt weak at the knees. Just what had happened?

For a moment I could swear he was going to spoil last night events to my chief, I would be in so much trouble if he did that. He wouldn’t do that behind my back would he? What would he gain from doing it anyway?

I couldn’t think of anything else but him the entire way till Namjoons office, mind full of a scar face I thought I would never see it again. How his eyes sparkled as he smirked towards me, he seemed to be having so much fun seeing how nervous I was. His voice was different from last night but maybe that was just my mind playing trick on me the smell of cigarettes and his cologne still dancing under my nose.

His presence was so much more impactful today, every little detail about him just screamed luxurious and threatening, not even close to the man who beat up four guys in an alley and then eat ramen at a old noodle shop. Not even close to the man that wore old ripped jeans and a floral shirt.

Who is him?

- hey - Namjoon voice so close to me was what brought me back to reality.

Looking up to his face I realized I was right in front of the door of his office. When did I got here? I was so caught up in thoughts I didn’t even realized when I got here, Namjoon seemed to notice something was wrong his expression was saying it all. He was analyzing me.

- let’s go get lunch? - he asked, a little smile making its way to his lips.

- yeah - is all i manage to say as I smiled at him. The best thing I can do to hide my true feelings.

The best I could to hide the effect a scar face man had on me. I don’t know for how long I would be able to hide things from Namjoon but, as time passes and after encountering scar face again here in my work place. I don’t feel safe anymore.

Things are becoming so much more then I thought it would be, nothing I’ve ever expected has happened. Saving my brother was not how I imagined myself going to downtown for the first time. Now it seemed I have stepped on bubblegum and can’t get it off.

As we walked towards the exit we had small conversation, Namjoon talked about his day till now. How he felt relieved to have such great team to work with in this case, Jungkook seemed to be the most hardworking one from them as he kept telling me even though he was the youngest one on his team he worked even harder to match his coworkers. I couldn’t give Namjoon any thoughtful reply though, all that came from my mouth were some basic words like; “really?” “No way”. I didn’t wanted to let it transparent how shaken i have been since I saw scar face at my station but I couldn’t, he filled every part of my brain even when I didn’t wanted to. All I could think about was, what Yoongi - as the old lady at the noddle shop called him - was doing here in my work place.

At one point I was suddenly stopped before the entrance hall, holding both my arms Namjoon turned me towards him looking at me with a worried expression.

- something is up, tell me what is it? - he said - I know you’re not fine.

I sighted. This won’t do anymore, he simply won’t let it go past today if I don’t tell him and if I don’t tell him, he will manage to find out somehow. Namjoon always does that’s why he’s the top detective here.

- can we talk about it later? - i asked him, whispering the last part as I looked down avoiding his eyes - not here…

I looked around seeing a few people still working and looking at us. The hot air from outside hitting my back as more people went out for lunch, a few talking close to the entrance hall. My eyes stopping over the stairs where now scar face Yoongi was coming from. Eyes looking start ahead of him.

- alright but you…. - Namjoons voice became distant reminder of reality my focused seemed to leave me completely while he kept talking.

I wished I could stay focused on what Namjoon was saying but all i could focus on was the man standing over the top of the stairs as he spoke on the phone. Eyes staring deep into my soul once he notice my presence walking down the stairs like time was nonexistent, the low raspy voice coming from his lips as talked on the phone with someone a serious expression on his features, now it was my turn to fallow him as he moved completely amazed by his presence. It was undoubtedly how he affected everyone in the room as he walked down, eyes never leaving mine till his close enough for me to be reminded of his cologne and the smell of cigarettes, he walked past me till his back is all i see as he exits the station.

- yn? Earth to yn? - Namjoon voice was finally clear as water, he moved his hands in front of my face finally breaking away from the trance I was in.

- oh? Sorry… - I quickly said, brushing my hair off my face.

- why were you staring? - he said eyeing the exit were scar face walked off - that guy looks like a tug…

- don’t judge… - i tell him, the urge to defend Yoongi was so out of the blue I even surprised myself once I realized it.

- okay okay… - he said turning towards the exit - let’s have lunch then? I’m starving.

I nod giving him a small smile. When we walked out of the station the black Porsche from earlier wasn’t there anymore, i didn’t say anything about even when i thought it felt suspicious i kept fallowing Namjoon to the parking lot. Namjoon only got his license recently and for that he just can’t shut up about it, I thought it was kind of cute at first but now he just does it to annoy me. The black Range Rover shined over the bright sun light, he must have taking it to a clean up before it so dirty from his last job in a abandoned construction site. He opened the door for me before getting in the driver’s sit.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet as we kept the comfortable silence between us, I’m sure he was running his mind trying to find answers to what was going around mine. He was still a detective after all but more then that he was my friend.

The fact that I couldn’t take that man out my mind wasn’t easy to hide, he was a walking mistery. Everything about that scar face intrigued me, things like how did he got that scar and what he does for a living? How the first time we meet he looked almost normal and then apear in my workplace looking like a democrat rich man, was he a detective from a different department maybe? I had to know now.

Since the restaurant wasn’t so far from the station it didn’t took too long for us to arrive there, Namjoon got out of the car before once we stopped in front of the place. I looked over to the entrance of the restaurant expecting it to be just another normal restaurant but, it looked fancy and had a modern minimalist look from the outside to the inside. As we entered the place I notice how it wasn’t full yet, a waiter soon approached and guided us to a table on the back.

I took the seat in front of Namjoon who watched me with furrowed eyebrows and expecting eyes.

- now tell me… - he began - what happened last night? You look so out of it and ever time I look at you, you seem to be dozing out.

A long sight leaves my lips as i look on the menu in front of me, hiding it from him would be impossible and as much as I know he’ll nag at me is best to tell him what happened, that way he’ll leave me alone for awhile at least till I finish my food.

So I calmly tell him everything, from the moment I left the station last night to the moment I found my brother in danger over downtown, except for the moment I’m saved by a mistery scar faced man who seemed to know where I work, leaving that part of the story in the dark and a few more details that would only make him more curious and ask more questions leading me to spill everything out to him. Namjoon had a way of making people tell him everything it was almost like a super power.

I couldn’t look at his face as I tell him, now that I was spilling him last night events out loud I felt so stupid. Knowing exactly what he would say it next.

- why didn’t you ask me to help you? - he asked, just like I predicted.

- I don’t know Joon… - i said, tiredly leaning back into the chair my ability to lie to him wasn’t that great - i was so caught up in the moment i just… I don’t know.

He didn’t say anything after that, for a while he seemed to be pondering all the information inside his head. Probably calculating every detail to make out the reason why I didn’t call him, he took his position as a detective to heart in every aspect of his life. No decision he makes go without thinking and analyzing every little detail of it. Sometimes I felt so annoyed at him for that, Namjoon never makes a choice with his heart. No matter what he’s always so analytical about everything.

It was great for his job but, in life is more about how you fell then what is right or wrong.

- well - he then said, a sighted leaving his lips it seemed he found his veredicto - at least you got them, that’s my girl.

He gave me a proud smile. I felt a bitter taste in my mouth as I lied to him.

- of course I did!

Namjoon never said that to me ever since my parents death, now for the first time since then he did and I couldn’t feel worse for it.

I didn’t get the bad guys how I should’ve, I lost but in other to keep scar face out of the way I had to lie to Namjoon. It shouldn’t be like this, maybe I should’ve told everything to him and finally get rid of this heavy weight on my chest. But after meeting Yoongi at my station today things took a different turn. I can’t make any harsh decision without knowing who he is, I know Namjoon and he can’t be really noisy when he wants to telling him everything now would only make things more messy then they should be.

Besides is not like I’ll see scar face again, so this shouldn’t be a problem for now.

Scar face. Yoongi.

The more I thought about the name the old lady called him, the more i thought it didn’t fit him. He looked threatening, how he carried himself like he cold do anything whenever he wants it. Something completely wicked emanate from him like his cologne, I could be wrong and I kind of wish I was but I can’t deny how he sinful he looked. Maybe it was a fake name.

Our food was placed in front os us by the same waitress from before, I stared at the spycy gochujang in front of me it looked delicious the sight made my stomach rumble in hunger, a pair of red chopsticks where put on the table for me and Namjoon to eat, holding them I couldn’t shake the thought of how it reminded me of scar face how he took the pair with him for some unknown reason, what did he do with them and why did he needed them?

I try to bush his face off my mind and pay attention to what Namjoon is talking, for the whole time those sharp eyes and scar kept invading my mind the more I tried not to think about him the more difficult it seemed to take him out of my mind.

At least for now Namjoon seemed to have dropped the topic of last night events, we were back to talking about his late investigation over the Min mafia. For q long time Namjoon would tell me how his work has been lately, he would also give me tips on investigations and how to get them done the best way, the only reason why he would share anything with me would be to help me out in the future. He and my father were close when he was alive, Namjoon always tells me that since I didn’t have time to learn from dad he would teach me everything he learned from him and I appreciate that, through his eyes I can tell he has a bit of my father. Them both are just as stubborn.

Once we were done eating Namjoon paid for our food and we both made our way out, at that point i was finally able to complete forget about scar face. Talking with Namjoon about the food and how spicy the it was, he even got a little be teary while eating we laughed about it while getting into the car. It was always nice to be like this with him, Namjoon played a big part in my life ever since I started training to become a police officer he would help me whenever I needed even thought he was busy himself, he also helped my brother a lot when I couldn’t help him since he knew more about men’s problems then I did. The ride back to our station was calm, not much movement on the road at this hour everyone must be heaving lunch now, we talked a bit every now and then the comfortable silence being filled with the low noise of the radio as Namjoon turned on.

I looked out the window enjoying the view from the city today, it felt nice as the air brushed my hair to the side. The sky was so blue and clear, everything seemed to be going back to its place now. No scar face invading my mind or any memories form downtown, just another day of work.

The sudden sound of Namjoons phone ring makes look back at him, he gives me a smile before taking the call.

- yes? - he said, I look back to the street in front of us.

In a second the car was stoped so abruptly if i wasn’t wearing the seat belt i would’ve of fly off the car, I turn to look at Namjoon incredulous till I realize the look on his face had changed completely.

His eyebrows furred into a hard expression clenching his jaw as he looked ahead in front of him. He must be so pissed now, what happened?

- he what?! - he exclaimed, punching the wheel. - don’t worry I’m going right now!

He quickly made a U turn with the car stepping on the gas going faster now he looked ahead in the street serious and focused, his nuckles turning white as he held the wheel tightly.

- Joon, what is it? - i asked him, careful.

- that son of a shit Agust D - he spat, an angry laugh coming from his lips - he just attacked outside of downtown… the house of the director of our station!

- what?! - I turned to him surprised - but why? How?!

- honestly y/n, I have no idea but once I find him… I’m going to kill him. Even if is the last thing I do.

I gulped down. I never seen him this angry before. What ever is going on right now I’m sure Namjoon wasn’t joking about it, not when I know he had two warnings already from the chief.

Namjoon always worked so hard he gave everything of him, he was brutal when it came to catching criminals. No wonder they gave him the Agust d case, they didn’t care at this point if they catched the mafia leader alive or dead. Attacking the director of our station was a clear sign, they were sending a warning to our station. Not everyone knows how many stations declined to investigate the Agust D case, when it came to our station they didn’t hesitate to accept it and pass it to Namjoon.

Once he puts something in his head is hard to take it from him, Namjoon has always been like this what ever is going on right now he took it personally and he won’t let it slide.

…

The car was stopped abruptly close to a house with high walls, the entrance gate was completely broken into. Looking ahead of we’re we stopped two black vans were parked in front of the place already one inside the house which meant it was the one they used to break in the garage. No one was around thought. I looked beside me to see Namjoon taking his gun from the back seat, quickly charging it. I watched him nervously as he got ready to get in action not knowing what to do when he finally turned to me.

- stay here no matter what, okay? - he told me.

- okay.

He looked at me one last time before getting out of the car quickly making his way towards the entrance of the house through the garage they broke into. I could only wait here now. If the Amin mafia was here then things are probably gonna end up ugly for both sides, I could only image what is must be happening there right now. I’m sure Namjoon can handle the situation but I can’t help the nervous feeling of being here while anything could happen there, especially not after I heard the sound of gun shots not so long when he entered the house. Some guys wearing all black and masks rushed out of the house through the broken garage into the two Vans parked ahead of me.

More gun shots were heard and then it was all quiet. The van inside the garage drove off quickly fallowed by another one, the other stayed back.

Then another man in black came out of the house, he seemed much different then the other ones that left before. Almost too familiar how his hair fell messily covering held his face, a very much familiar floral shirt and ripped jeans, he stopped there taking his mask off to brush his hair off his face. He looked up to the sky before behind him over the house, a smirk forming over his lips while he took a box of cigarettes from his pocket to light one. The scar shined bright over the sunlight.

No.

It can’t be him. Not again. Not here.

I expect so many different things but not him. It could have been anything, anyone but why did it have to be him. Just when I thought I would never have to cross paths with him again, this happened.

While he lighted the cigarette I notice the silvery pistol over his hip, drops of blood over his white shirt. My heart was beating faster each moment the more I looked at him, maybe is not him. My mind must be playing trick over me, it can’t be him that’s too much of a coincidence.

He looked over his shoulder again, probably was waiting for someone. I had it confirmed when another guy came after and walked towards scar face the other guy opened the door of the van for him.

I felt desperate. Before I can even make any sense I was already opening the door of Namjoons car, I had to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. I had to make sure it was him.

I rushed there before he get inside only getting a glimpse of his face, heart beating so fast in my chest as if I had run a marathon but all I got was a glimpse of the scar on his face.

I fallowed the van but it was too late now, they were gone.

I stood there in the middle of the street watching in the direction he went, sit and watch was all I could do. Even at work, I felt so useless.

- yn! - Namjoon said coming from the house - I told to not get out of that car!

I didn’t look at him though.

My mind was still trying to process what I just saw, was it really him? Could I have been thinking so much about Yoongi that i just projected his face on someone else?

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. I need to know.

If it really was him, maybe now I can actually do something to help.

- yn!

I was abruptly turned and faced with Namjoon, he now looked at me worried. Holding me by the arms.

- did something happened? - I heard Jungkooks voice from behind Namjoon.

Turning at his direction I saw some of his man coming back, two of them held the director by the arms. He looked so beat up he could bearly walk, Jungkook walked towards us worried.

- yn? What you doing here? - he looked he Namjoon as he asked.

- we went for lunch and you know the rest… - Namjoon said, finally letting go of me.

- I’m fine - i said. They both looked at me.

- why did you came out? - Namjoon had a hard expression on his features.

- I was just.. - I couldn’t say anything about it to him, even if it could help his investigation. Not when I wasn’t sure of it. - I was worried about.. you.

So I lied.

He sighted before holding me tightly into a hug, he must’ve been worried. Especially after seeing how the director was left, I could’ve end up being killed today for my stupid reaction. Looking up at him as I parted form his arms I hear the sound of the ambulance behind me, not so long after more police officers came to work on the scene and Namjoon had to take care of the situation at that moment, so Jungkook was the one who took me back to the station.

When he dropped me there, he went back to the crime scene. Many protocols would have to fallow after that and since I wasn’t part of their team I didn’t have permission to stay.

…

If my theories are correct, I must find Yoongi again. I know I saw just a glimpse of his face today but I’ll soon make sure of my assumptions somehow. If the chief was working with the mafia they have been trying so hard to get behind bars for so long, I must do something to stop this. Namjoon would thank me later for this, I’ll show them them all what I’m capable off if they can’t see it I’ll show them who’s daughter I’m.

I didn’t have permission to stay at the crime scene to investigate but, I did have access to all the documents of the cases investigated by the station and with that I ran my own personal investigation, if I wanted to find out who scar face is and what his business here at the station was I need to know everything about the Min mafia.

I made sure to go through the cases Namjoon worked on it too all thought they didn’t seem to have much information about the mafia, the data for the cases run over their crimes were endless, from what I could tell by looking over the files there was not a single one death weren’t mentioned. They didn’t have nothing about the leader, no mentions of names except their victims. They have never gotten a little bit close to get to them, the only name they had was Agust D. No dna, no photo, no mole, nothing.

No one knew what he looked like but, in one case they were so close to find out though but the whole station was caught on fire. No one survived.

I checked a few more documents about the Agust d cases but nothing made sense, I was getting so frustrated at this point. Smashing the table as a sight left my lips.

I wondered if i truly just wasn’t going insane.

Nothing here gave me a lead about him but, maybe I’m just looking at the wrong place. If i really wanted to get any information about him I would have to go there and get it.

Since it was late already only me and a few other coworkers were there still working. Everyone else was at home already, not many people stayed behind to work over night and not everyone had anything worth working over night.

While making my way out of the station I walked by Namjoons office seeing through the glass door he was the only one left, he seemed exhausted one hand resting over his face as he rested against his chair. Today wasn’t the best one for him, since he’s the one in charge of the investigation he must be feeling bad about the late events this afternoon. I entered his office quietly noticing how his attention turned to me in a second.

- hey… - he says to me, sitting back stray a small smile on his lips as he looked down at the mug with hot coffee on it.

- is everything okay? - i ask standing in front of him. Arms crossed in front of my chest.

- not really…. You still here? - he said.

- yeah, had to get some work done.

He only nodded. I hated seeing him like this, all this time he’s the one who’s been getting a shit tone of work done over the case and still no trace of the culprit. It must be so tiring to run around for nothing all the time, anger filled me at the thought of chief and scar face sitting together. If they are working together then what’s the point on doing this whole investigation? All of this and Namjoon knows nothing about that.

For a moment we just stare at each other, I know how things are going for him with this case now that I’ve been searching around the documents of the late investigations, he is doing everything he can to do a good job but truly, from what I saw in the documents this Agust d really is going to take some blood and sweat to work on. Especially if the chief is helping them. But if he really is helping the enemy why would Agust D try to kill the director of our station?

Namjoon suddenly got up from his seat walking around his table to my direction he closed his arms around me for a hug, his face resting on my neck. It was unusual to have him being like this, he was never one for affection and that made me worry even more. I gave him some taps on his back and hugged him just as tight. Although we are not from the same blood he was still like a family to me.

- chief said I should give a break on the investigation - he blurted out.

- what? - I looked at his face, surprise was an understatement. How could they? He was the only one working his ass of on this case.

- he said it todays attack was a clear sign from the Agust d himself, that he too would retaliate against us if we continued to try and take him down…. - he said tiredly, referring to the incident with the director today.

- oh… Joon - I brushed his short hair, a simple attempt to comfort him.

He has never looked this tired before, working was everything he loved. It gave him energy he breathed investigations no one is more hardworking then him here. But then again, it can still get tiring when everything seems to go wrong and you just can’t seem to find a solution.

- maybe you should get a break … - i tell him he looks at me as if not believing my words - I know you’re working really hard on this case but, maybe a break from it would be good for you. Clear you mind and then come back with a new strategy.

He seemed to be really things about it, before he looked up at my eyes giving me a tired smile.

- maybe you’re right…. - he breathed out - I’m really tired of this whole run and run with no clear direction.

- I can’t even imagine what you must be going through - I tell him honestly - but you’re the best one we got, so go recharge yourself and come back.

- I will then… - he gave one last hug before letting go of me to sit back into his chair.

- I gotta go now - I tell him heading out his office - don’t stay up late.

- yes boss! - he said.

I don’t know when Namjoon is gonna leave for his break but I’m sure it will be a mess without him, will they carry on with the investigation without him or will they also give this investigation a break? Maybe I should ask him tomorrow once he’s rested.

When I finally make my way out of the station I quickly make my way to the parking lot, the hot air of the night was beginning to chill a bit as time passes it felt nice just like earlier and it didn’t brought any good feeling to my gut. As I get in my motorcycle putting my helmet on, i had my plan set up already. If it helps Namjoon and put an end to this whole mess the Min mafia stared I’ll do my best.

I knew it was a bad idea to go back to downtown but I also knew it was the only place I could find him and that’s exactly where I’m gonna start my investigation on scar face.

I would go back to the old noddle shop.

No second thoughts as i drove through the late night, familiar dark streets meeting my sight as i remember where I drove through the first time i came here, light seemed to fade the more deep I drove there.

…

It didn’t took me too long to find the old restaurant from last time, once I was meet with the dark familiar streets i parked my motorcycle in front of the old noddle shop, taking off my helmet as I walked towards the entrance doors it was still open and quiet which I could never seemed to get used too, does the criminals here all work so quietly or are they busy somewhere else? I couldn’t understand. Inside the small restaurant were only four customers, one man sat at the bar and on the corner further away a woman with red hair a bowl of ramen noodles was sat in front of her but she only watched the food while blowing the smoke from a cigarette on her right hand, in a table on the middle of the restaurant two other men drank while eating.

It was the same as last night, quiet and only a few people inside. Something about this place fell ambiguous. I could exactly tell what but the fact the Yoongi brought me here last night was definitely the reason, maybe I was being delusional but I just couldn’t sit around and not do anything when I finally have a clue.

I carefully made my way towards the bar where the old lady from last time was cleaning a cup of class, putting my helmet over the bar I turned to her.

- excuse me… - i said - i was here a few days ago with… my friends, do you happened to know where I could find the guy Yoongi?

Never once did she looked my way, keeping her attention at the class in her hands. Was I too blunt? I was trying to be careful by not raising my tone too much so others can’t hear me, maybe I wasn’t too clear and she didn’t get what I said.

- you know the one with the scar on his… - I tried again, only to be interrupted.

- I don’t know anything girl. - she dryly said, giving me a stern look - and I don’t know you.

She turned impatient to put the glass back at the shelve. The guy on the other side drinking gave me a side look, they were paying attention to me now. Something around here seemed to change as soon as I asked for Yoongi, for some reason the entire ambience felt so much heavier pushing me down more and more towards the ground. I looked at the old lady in front of me who continued to work ignoring me completely, she won’t say anything about Yoongi and from what I remember from last night he seemed to be a regular here. The thought that maybe he bribed this place to hide anything if anyone asks suddenly doesn’t go away from my mind. I thought about asking the other guys on the the table but it didn’t look like they would know anything and mostly they would spell anything even if they did know something.

I sighted disappointed, although I didn’t exactly expected to get something at the first try I felt helpless and stupid for even trying when I clearly had no other clue then a face and a name I couldn’t find anything on the station records.

- thanks anyway. - I said while taking my helmet from the bar and turning to leave.

- I know a place where you can find him - a female voice said behind me from far away.

I didn’t have to turn around to know who said it, deep inside I knew someone like her wouldn’t know anything about Yoongi from the second my eyes dropped over her figure. The messy red hair she didn’t bother to fix anytime, her make up was all messy and wet she smelled of cigarettes and she smelled of cigarettes and sheep perfume. Even if she knew something I wouldn’t believe her, as I turned back towards her direction I notice the smirk over her red lips. I had nothing so far even if I wanted to I couldn’t just leave without at least hearing what she had to say, I must make sure we are talking about the same person she could be blabbering about anyone just to piss me off. I quickly made my way towards her table taking the sit in front of her I put my help over the table, she watches me as I do so blowing more of the smoke in the air.

- are we talking about the same person? - I questioned.

- if you mean the deadly and handsome Yoongi with the scar on his right eye… - she chuckled using her hand to hold her chin as she stared at me blue eyes looking into mine with a hint of mischief - unless you know some else with said name.

- I’m looking for a man with said name and scar on his left eye - impatiently I said it, leaning closer to her face - where can I find him?

- what would a girl like you has to do with him? - she asked, leaning back - you don’t look like you’re from here…

I looked at her impatience flowing in my face, of course she would run around the topic with no specific information she probably didn’t know anything about were I could find him. Changing subject right now, I felt anger fill getting the best of me I smashed my hand over the table. I felt so tired for not being taken serious, even at the station my superiors would make fun of me. Such a lovely face for such an ugly job, what would a woman be able to do in a job made for men?

- if you don’t know shit stop wasting my time - I tell her - my business with him has nothing to do with you.

With that I grabbed my helmet getting up from the chair, I gave her one last look before turning around to leave. I didn’t expect anything less from such a lowly person, people don’t go around giving information like that and just asking around wouldn’t help on my investigation. All I had was a face of a man I wasn’t sure I saw on a crime scene involving the most wanted criminal in our country. A face that could be the into finally wining this case.

It is only the beginning, I shouldn’t feel so pressed into resolving on my first night, things take time and patience. I know just how much time Namjoon has spend working in this case and so far he hasn’t gotten a little closer to ending the case. Probably for the fact that our stating might be helping the enemy this whole time, things became much bigger ever since I found that out. I can’t just give up now.

- there is only one place he would go at this hour…. - she suddenly said behind me.

With a long sight I turned back to her, anger boiling over every cell on my skin. What is she blabbing abolitionist now?

- what would you know? - I retorted back.

- ouch - she said, the smirk falling from her lips - I’ll tell you anyway it is up to you if you’ll believe or not.

She got up from her sit taking her purse with her, turning around the table she walked towards me stopping closer then I would wanted her to be. She looked me up and down before whispering;

- you’ll find him in Paradise, lucky for you is not too far from here but you won’t find it in the maps - she smiled - search for the entrance of the chapel there’s only one here, it shouldn’t be too hard to find, right?

I gave her a nod as I watched her then walk away towards the bar, she left a couple of dollars there before leaving the place. A chapel? I almost laugh at the idea, it made sense it she meant Paradise.

If she really meant what I thought she did, I would be in big trouble. Paradise as in a nightclub in downtown one of the biggest ones were only high class members where allowed to enter and participate, from what I hear around the station and what Namjoon would tell me sometimes this wasn’t any ordinary nightclub. Agust D was the one who made that place be what it is now, from what Namjoon told members from all mafias would gather there to negotiate and make deals. The night club of criminals made by criminals. No one was ever able to get infiltrated inside Paradise, all this years no one has ever been able to get closer no one could find it the police was never capable of it. How would I be able to get there was another mystery I would have to find a way to solve. This was a heavy theory in my mind now, only a theory since I’m not sure of the words of that red head woman. It weights too much to not be true, if he really is part of the Min mafia he will be there too.

I quickly made my way out of the restaurant, putting my helmet on as I climbed over my motorcycle. The red head was still there in front of the noddle shop, lighting another cigarette she looked up at me blowing some smoke in the air walking towards me she stopped beside my motorcycle.

- here - she handed me a small piece of paper - I hope you survive there, chances are you won’t live there alive.

She smirked turning around to leave walking down the side walk. I looked down the paper she gave me, eyes scanning the red queen card made of gold behind it was written “Paradise” in cursive. I quickly put it inside my pocket taking off on my motorcycle, going inside was never on my mind as I drove there fallowing what the red hair told me but, I would have to figured out a way of getting the confirmation I needed. If anything that woman told was true I was already one step ahead of my station has ever been in this investigation, I must find Paradise first and then I would have to figured it out what to do next. I have no idea how the place looks or if it has any security around on the outside.

It didn’t took me too long to find the place the red hair mentioned. The only chapel around this area was the New Gods as it said on a small plaque beside the big gate covered in vine. I scoffed at the name, those people have a weird sense of humor to think they are some kind of god. The gate was half opened when I made my way inside, not looking back I drove slowly there through the dark road not wanting to make my presence noticeable. The deeper I went in I could finally see the light from the place, taking into my eyes the entire building as I stopped a bit further from it.

I took off my helmet still on my motorbike Paradise was a luxurious and extravagant building, it had three floors looking from the outside I had never seen such place like this before it was more like a mansion then a nightclub. Who would thought behind all those trees a place like this would be hidden? The entrance was spacious yet there was a big line of people standing to get inside, people from all kinds dressed up with designer from head to toe. Fancy cars parked in front of the building from all sorts, for a second my eyes runner around looking for a black Porsche but there was none.

I should start looking for him now, taking a single step now wouldn’t be a good decision from here I could see at least four security guards at the entrance of the building and two more over each side, the place was probably secure from all around. In the middle of this parking area was a big fountain with the statue of a woman standing roses grew all over her body as water fell down inside the fountain. I notice two more security guards around there, the place was surrounded by them. Not only security guards bother me now but the fact that this place was filled with criminals that wouldn’t hesitate to kill me in a second if a make a single mistake now. I must make sure to secure a plane before I make a move, for now I should watch everyone, how they act, how they speak, how they dress every detail on them was spotless. Every single person here was very well dressed the smell of expensive perfumes mixed with cigarettes, woman wearing beaut dresses and jewelry that shined so bright under the lights I cloud see it from further away. Who would thought criminals would know how to dress so well?

I guess we know too little about this people. But they are not just any kind of people.

Looking at myself on the mirror in my motorcycle I sighted, they would spot me too quickly if I look like this. I’m no way near them in looks now, all I could do for now wasn’t much. I fixed my hair a bit leaving it messily loose, opening a few buttons of my white shirt making sure my chest stands out more. I checked myself one more time before getting up from my bike, this would have to do for now. It is not like I’m going inside, but for now I must make sure no one notices me around here.

If I get to see him going inside Paradise or leaving is already a win. I could fallow him from there.

- I never seen you before lady - said a male voice behind me.

I immediately froze in my tracks, that’s was too soon. I almost curse, turning around I see two security guards I had spot before closer to the fountain. I should’ve had measure my moves better before.

- oh is my first time - I answered nervously.

They both looked at each other and chuckled, one of them had white hair while the other one was a brunette both taller then me dressed in a black suit. My mind was running miles to think of a way to leave this situation but it seemed like even if I just say I’ll leave now they won’t let me leave.

“chances are you won’t live there alive.”

Red hair word’s suddenly flew to my head and I wanted to instantly kill her, of course she would tell me to come here, she knew something like this would happen. So even if she did spoil Yoongis location without him knowing it would be alright, especially since I wouldn’t be too dead to do anything.

Shit.

- sorry lady we can’t let you in… - the one with white hair said.

Double shit.

I wanted to curse even more now, being an intern at the station meant nothing when you couldn’t even use a gun. Your supposed to know how to and be good at it. But they only allow you to have one when your officially a police officer. Although a shooting and two guards killed right now wouldn’t do much to help me pass this, I had to figured something out quickly if I wanted to leave this place alive.

But before I could spit any word smother male voice interrupted me, one arm closing around my shoulder.

- she’s with me - he said softly, the arm around my neck pressing me closer to him - sorry for taking too long darling…

I turned towards the mysterious men, shocked at his sudden appearance. A few strands of his short black hair fell over his eyes, a smile appearing over his full lips as he watched me. I couldn’t make out why he suddenly interrupted this, what he even was thinking? I couldn’t let my guard down now for nothing in this world, he could be from the mafia himself maybe looking for a new victim and so was I here. Things seemed to be getting down worse the more time it passed, of course someone like me would be spotted quickly. How stupid of me to think I could blend in around the dark.

-mister Park, good night sir - said the security.

I didn’t pay any mind to the guards now, as much as I would like to thank the men beside me for interfering here I also couldn’t shake the fact that he too could try to kill me anytime, all I could think about was what his intentions could be. My eyes never leaving his figure so close, I notice a tattoo on his neck that said “tailored of chaos” as he turned back to the security guards, the white silk shirt he whore exposed half of his chest that from my sight i also spotted another tattoo on his chest but I couldn’t make out what was written on his skin.

- can we enter now gentlemens? - he asked in a low deep voice, his arm sliding from my shoulder to my waist. Making me gasp in surprise.

- of course sir, please excuse us. - the brunette one said as they both made way for us to leave.

I let the man guide me towards the entrance of the building, heart beating fast in my chest. What does he want from me? I couldn’t help but think I must have put myself in such situation now, I couldn’t ask for help now. If anything happens I must make out of it alone, fear was not an option but definitely not something I could avoid feeling. Common y/n now is not the time to chicken out, just keep going and don’t forget your mission here. With that in mind I decide to avoid the glances of the people around as the guy besides me guides me between them all, as we walked towards the entrance of Paradise and the closest we got I notice how they seemed to be eyeing us from head to toe, the smell of expensive perfume and cigarettes getting stronger. The guy he’ll my waits tighter as we walked up the stairs to the entrance, those who were in line making way for him to walk. The security guard didn’t question him once and simply opened the door for us to entered.

He must be someone very powerful if no one questions his authority, on the contrary everyone seemed to like him since they all couldn’t take his eyes off him for a single second. His beauty was undeniable and I had to admit that, he also smelled really good.

I felt completely lost at the sight of the inside of Paradise, if it made justice to its name god this place was far from it. Everything in here was perfectly placed as the most luxurious place I’ve ever seen from the expensive marble floors to the high-end appliances, the high ceiling covered in detailed artwork and enormous chandeliers made of crystal shining beautifully above us. Everything was above and beyond the standard of “normal”, the window from outside were covered closed from any light with large velvet curtains the place was enormous having a stage at the end of the other side were some woman dressed in lingerie danced and in front of it was a dance floor already filled with people while the rest seemed to be sitting on the tables further away from it and closer to the entrance. Some woman walked around almost naked with trays with drinks as well as some men, I felt my cheeks heating up at the sight, gosh were did I put myself now. My eyes kept wondering around anywhere were no naked people stood finding refuge on the bar behind us taking almost the entire wall with drinks some people were already ordering drink there.

The place was filled, loud music played the heavy fast beat deafening my senses was almost too much. I never liked places like this, but now here I’m. I always seemed to find myself in situation I hated.

- first time darling? - the man beside me spoke into my ear, turning me towards him he never once let go of me.

- ah yeah I… - completely lost i could nearly make out what he said.

- you are so beautiful - he said, hands resting on my waist.

He held me against him a smile filling his lips as he seemed to stared at every detail on my face, my cheeks going numb from nervousness. This was not what I expected, how am i supposed to get away from this situation?

- tha-thank you… ahm - I felt stupid, I couldn’t find my words not my voice under the loud deafening music making him lean closer to my face dangerously closer making me instantly lose my breath.

Shit.

- it’s not everyday i find such a beauty riding a bike like that…. - he said over my ear again, so close I could smell his citrus scent - I must admit that you capture my attention as soon as you entered.

- you saw me? - such stupid question, I felt surprised at his words I could nearly hold myself from reacting.

- hard not to - he only smiled leaning back, eyes going back and forth between my lips and eyes I notice.

His skin seemed to shine more under all the colorful lights above us, his eyes looked sharper now maybe from the dark makeup he wore, maybe he was doing on purpose to lure me in. But it was undeniable how beautiful this men looked, for a moment i almost lost myself on him, how he kept talking on my ear his low and smoky deep voice that spoke to me in the most sultry manner deliberately sexually inviting full of second intentions and overflowed with desire, he smelled of aphrodisiac and sweet his white skin exposed by his silky shirt that did little to cover his body.

He had me all swept away from my mission in seconds, my mind fell completely into his trap almost giving in his silky touches. Heaving me all thinking who was this men?

I had to get myself together or I would forget why I was there to begin with, I must fulfill my mission there was not the time to play around with fire.

- sorry, I’m here to find someone - I tell him, taking his hands from around my waist.

- oh… - he seemed to realize something - then should I help you put some jealousy on him?

At his insinuation my cheeks went even hotter, what could made him think that?

- ah… not this kind of thing - was all I could say.

- humm, then the three of us can have fun - he said, a blissful smirk lifting to his full lips.

I shouldn’t be surprised yet here I’m at lost for words again, what goes around here? Certainly not nice things but this is just ridiculous, what did get myself into?

- no, not this either - i finally said, he seemed to think for a while before holding my hands in his leaning to say it over my ear.

- wow… just how naughty are you playing tonight? - he asked, playful.

How naughty? I don’t know about that, I definitely am not playing right by the law and the rules of my station all of my decisions so far could make me jobless if they find out at least if they do before I can find out any information to help on the investigation.

Getting inside Paradise the one place our station couldn’t in two years, all to follow someone who might be in the Agust d mafia our number one priority case at the station, if things don’t go well I might as well end up in jail or dead. All of the above are completely forbidden in the protocols of the police station, me being an intern they wouldn’t think twice before cutting me off completely especially if the chief director is working with our enemy.

I should’ve lay low, forget this turn back and leave. That would be ideal, Namjoon would say it so. I’m not ready, I’m just an intern, I’m weak, I’m no way near close to Namjoon capabilities. What made me think I could do this?

I just can’t help it, all this thoughts burn me to my bones. I’m tired of always letting it burn me, for once I wanna do it for myself rather I fuck it it completely or win. My aim will always be to win.

- It seems… I just liked to play with fire…. - I finally tell him, he smiles at me eyeing me up and down.

- May I know the name of the woman who stole my heart? - he said, holding my right hand above his lips.

- I’m yn - i tell him, honestly I didn’t care.

- I’m Jimin, well then Yn… - kissing the top of my hand he stared into my eyes - if your plans for tonight leave you bored, please do find me and I’ll be happy to entertain you… all night.

He made his way towards the dance floor and soon he was completely out of my sight. I took one deep breath eyes looking around the enormous place full of people, this night is going to be a long one I didn’t even know where i would begin searching this place had three floors and the fact that it was so filled with people didn’t make any easy, Yoongi didn’t look like any ordinary guys but this was simply impossible. Looking around as I make my way deeper inside the club, watching carefully every face looking for his. Everybody here seemed to be completely wasted already, laughing and talking loudly over the deafening electronic music being there felt overwhelming.

The place was simply too big, I almost bumped over some tables making my way closer to the dance floor a circle mini stage was right in the middle of it before the dance floor. I looked a bit over there but didn’t find him. Everything you could imagine happened right there, it felt so uncomfortable how those things I only heard of were right there in front of me. If only Namjoon could see it, he would snap so hard here and put those people in jail.

The red head said I could find Yoongi here, for now I had to make sure I covered every corner of the whole first floor first before I move to the next, if he really was here that was. Once I felt like it was enough already I walked back towards the bar were the stairs for the second floor where. It seemed that once you were inside that place no would bat an eye to your direction no matter how well or bad you dressed, all of this people who looked so fancy outside right now looked like stupid junkies dancing like there’s no tomorrow filling their bodies with enough alcohol to fill a barrel.

The double doors for the second floor were slightly closed, the music from the first floor was a bit muffled from here and different reform there the second floor seemed more calm. Opening the door only enough for me to enter I was meet with a complete different scenario then before, as I entered I notice the wall on my left was occupied by one bar just like the first floor bottles of alcohol filled the entire wall that was illuminated by led lights, tables were distributed everywhere filled with people as well as the first floor. Pole dancers in every corner surrounded by men throwing money at them as they danced. I walked around through the endless crowds of people, the slow beat and guitar filling my ears as I walked around. Eyes searching through all the faces I could, looking for the one scar face I needed to confront.

I don’t know for how long I’ve been searching around on this floor, my mind was completely empty as all I could think about was him I was beginning to feel helpless as I walked around and yet his face was nowhere to be seen. Was I really played like that by that woman? Should I really believe I’ll find him here? At this point I was losing any hopes in finding scar face here. I decided to go up to the third floor finding out it was a special only rooms for people to have more privacy. Not wanting to hear anything I’d regret later I decide to stay on the second floor, I tried not to think much of it as i made my way to an empty table in the corner where I could have a good vision of everything, if he was in the third floor he would come down here after his business is done but if he was on the first floor he would come up here. I hoped for that.

If anything I would just go back home, I won’t stay much longer though.

Further away I notice the guy from earlier, Jimin as he told me walking up to sit on a table with some other man one of them was truly hard not to notice as his blue hair shined under the lights above them their table was was close to a woman doing pole dance watched as they drinker and discussed something that seemed the most funny thing.

I watched everyone around me, trying to find a scar face but still nothing out of ordinary. They all just seemed to be doing the same thing, different from the people on the first floor they didn’t wasted completely themself in alcohol from what I could tell this floor was more exclusive for the people with more power who wanted to make deals and negotiate, the more I observed them the more sense that made to me. Of course they would separate themselves to take care of more serious matters.

I fixed my messy hair, felling bored from the wait. I didn’t wanted to believe that stupid red hair lied to me. Thinking I at least got here inside Paradise was the only console I had.

- here miss - a women in a black dress leaves a drink on my table.

- oh no, I didn’t order it - i tell her.

- i know - she turned to me, pointing to the direction of the other side of my table further away from where I was and closer the corner - the mister on that table order for you.

I looked over there as a cold chil run down my spine, there he was. Shit.

Sitting on the table in a darker corner but i still could make up his face, the scar was one I couldn’t forget. Still wearing the same clothes he did when I saw him this morning at my station except for his long coat, a few bottoms of his white shirt open. I came here looking for him, I needed to talk with him but now that our eyes locked with each other a chill running down my spine I felt completely frozen on my seat, he looked directly his signature smirk lifting up to his lips as he took a sip his drink eyes never leaving mine.

When did he got here? I’ve been searching this entire place for hours already and not a single sign of him and now here he is. He must’ve just gotten here. How could I’ve miss this?

I quickly got up making my way towards his table through the people around the place, my heart beating faster the closer I got to him eyes never leaving his till I finally close enough but, before I could even get to him, two security body guards stopped me. After all this time wasted, being played like a stupid little girls by this people from downtown I’ve had enough of this game, I didn’t spear the security a glance pushing their hands away from me.

- I need to talk to you! - I told him, he didn’t look at me now as if I wasn’t even there.

The other men on the table with him looked at me with a bored expression they chuckled with each other, the sight made my blood boil inside me. I simply had enough of men and their ridiculous behavior.

- I said i wanna talk to you Yoongi! - this time I said it louder, at his name being called the other man on the table looked from me to him as if expecting a reaction from him.

He put his glass on the table in front of him, I notice how he clenches his jaw before his eyes land fully on me sharp as always. The entire ambience changing with him, the air felt thicker then before harder then before to even breath. I didn’t say anything, my words were lost somewhere in his eyes.

The two guards behind me pushed me closer towards him one of them hitting my knee making me kneel in front of Yoongi, I heard the click of a trigger being pushed my heart skipping a beat at the same time. I was sure one of them had a gun already pointed to my head, I couldn’t look up at him anymore. Embarrassed was an understatement, I felt my entire face boil with anger if only I had a gun now.

- everyone leave now - at his command everyone that was at the table left one by one.

Another click of the trigger but I held myself from shaking, I felt completely helpless there. I hated that more than anything, if only I had a gun now I would have killed those stupid people but, I didn’t and just like last time I was the one at gun point. I knew myself and what I was capable of, making a harsh decision now that I’m so close to finishing my mission would be foolish. Too many people around.

Once it was just the two of us he moved closer to where I was, his expensive shoes filling my vision as I didn’t dare to look at his face.

- you have a way of being stupidly fearless don’t you? - he said, sounding closer then before I could tell he leaned forward to me - but I gotta be honest, you managing to get inside Paradise… not everyone can do that, especially not just an intern.

The mentioned of my position was a mocking towards me, a pinch into my chest that boiled more anger then ever before this whole time i held up so much of this mockery it burned my skin switching from all the fear in my body to an anger I never felt before.

I looked up to him, leaning forward as well face to face with him. He only chuckled but I wasn’t going to back off now. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

- yet… here I’m - i spat, rage burned inside my recklessly I stared straight into his eyes the more I looked the more fire I felt over me.

- well, I give it to you… - he scoffed, I notice how he tightened his fists beside him - you must have a death wish then.

- not for myself though - I returned.

He chuckled, just like last time. Then reached for his glass over the table drink the whisky in one gulp, my eyes following the way his Adam apple moved up and down, he licked his lips before looking back at me.

- I’ll warn you this time… - leaning closer to me again, he held my cheek aggressively - stop making decisions if you don’t wanna end up dead. This is not your little sunshine city, cop.

Eyes locked with his as his face were mere centimeters away from mine, his breath filled with whiskey hitting my lips. The air was thick enough to be cut with a knife, I couldn’t find my breathing completely immerse in his pool of darkness sharp eyes staring right into mine the more I looked the more they seemed to burn like fire.

I held his wrist tightly pushing it away from my face, I got up sitting beside him this time as I rested my arm over the couch.

- why are you so worried about me? - I asked, so much blabbering for someone who’s a criminal. Why would he warn me? Didn’t his body guards just pointed a gun tome?

He chuckled turning towards me his eyes seemed to shined.

- what do you want with me? - he asked, his face becoming serious again - it must’ve not been easy to get in here, I wonder what happened for you to do all this work only for me?

Now I was the one who chuckled.

- you just have to ask the right people - I said, remembering the red hair woman I took out the queen card she gave me putting it over the table in front of us - I must admit, it wasn’t easy… Yoongi.

His jaw clenched at the mention of the name. He leaned forward to grab the card, inspecting it. I watched his expressions but he seemed neutral about it although I could tell the car had some meaning to him. He chuckled before turning back to me.

- you have no idea where you’re getting your self into - he said, leaning closer with tight fists over his lap.

-then… please do explain to me - I replied, in the same tone - are you working with the Min mafia? I saw you at the directors house. Spit it out.

His features changed dramatically, he only chuckled. It was getting on my nerves already, every time I ask him he would respond with a mocking laugh eyes shining through his laugh. He knew something I didn’t, under all this mask was something much bigger I rather die then leave this place without any answers not after everything I’ve been through to get here.

I angrily held him by his shirt pushing him towards me.

- are you working with them?! - i spat, anger boiling my nerves the more I stared at his smirk - if not, why hide?

He stared at me angrily before holding my wrists tightly taking my hands off of him hardly, holding them tightly against the couch beside both my sides.

- if you keep asking about this around downtown doll, you’re going to get yourself killed - he whispered back against my face.

I bite my lip in a stupid attempt to hold my anger drowning his attention towards it.

- now…- his voice a mere whisper over my lips - leave before i shout police officer and everyone one here pills off your skin - he said, eyes going back to mine as he smirked.

- I can take care of myself - i retorted. Breathing hard as anger filled me, he only laughed more.

- yeah… I saw how you took care of yourself last time - he said, turning his head to the side smirking - almost got you and your brother killed.

- fuck off! - I pushed him away with both hands on his chest, getting up from the couch.

Before I could even take one step away I was pulled back by the waist from behind turning me back to him, his face was mere centimeters away from mine he held my chin with his hand tightly the metal from his rings cold against my face his body fully against mine, I could smell his strong cologne mixed with cigarettes reeking from him.

- such lowly words…. - his lips brushed against mine while his brown eyes burned into my eyes with anger - If you do that again, I’ll put this beautiful mouth of yours to good use other then speaking trash, understand doll?

At that moment I couldn’t say anything, I was frozen on the spot. My skin burned where his body touched mine, i should be disgusted but all I could think off was how dunk I felt at his breath against mine, how his mixed cologne did nothing to help the more I looked into his eyes the more my body seemed to give into his. Yoongi wasn’t just any other men, something about him draw me towards him like magnet. Besides everything and all the darkness that surrounded him in every aspect, his eyes burned a fire I never capture before. I wanted to hate him but I hated myself more, I hated how every fiber in my body seemed to desire his at this moment after all that I’ve been through because of him, knowing his one of them. How dare you body give in so easily.

He knew the effects he had on me, he knew exactly what he has done the smirked over his lips telling that. He turned to my cheek sliding the tip of his nose against my jaw down my neck till he stops just above my ear, my breath was completely lost chills running down my skin as if I was under a spell losing all my senses.

- you want this too don’t you? - he whispered against my neck, his hot breath hitting my skin making me shiver under him - i wonder… if you’re still going to be this brat once you find out who I’m.

- who are you then? - my voice was a mare whisper I seemed to finally have found.

- the one who’s going to ruin you - he said, hands holding my waist tight - completely… and entirely.

Pressing his body against mine his wounds burned me in the most blissful way, my head was over the clouds every sound and anyone else was completely muffled i gasped at the feeling of his wet lips over my skin holding his shoulders for support at the felling of his tongue over my neck as he then sucked over it hard I tried to push him away but it was useless, he held me by the neck sucking on it harshly a low groan from him vibrating over my skin it felt painful even more after he bit into it, I punched his chest in a failed attempt to make him stop but it all only made him hold me tighter against him. Leaving a long lick over my neck afterwards he looked back at me in the eyes, I looked at him angrily.

- why did you do it? -I breathlessly asked him.

- what? Did you wanted it to feel good? - he taunted, smirk dancing over his lips.

I felt my cheeks heating up at his words, not saying anything would be better. Especially since he clearly know just how desperately my body gave into his touch.

- sir…. Consigliere is here. - another men’s voice said from behind me.

His eyes fell were the men stood behind me, still not letting go of me.

- I’ll meet him in a while - he said to the men.

After some some time I could tell the men must’ve left as Yoongi turned back to me.

- now you… - he looked at me up and down, hand sliding down from behind my neck over my back. He seemed to be pondering something in his head before his eyes meet mine - you should leave.

- I’m not done with you - i tell him.

- but I’m - he smirked, eyes falling over my neck making me instantly cover it with my hand - isn’t it past your bed time cop?

I scoffed, taking his hands from over my waist looked at him one last time before turning away to leave hearing his low laugh as i did so. I checked my phone to see the time, shit guess I’m not getting much sleep tonight.

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