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Sinned Awakening pt. 17🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, smut, abduction, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 17! I apologize this took me forever to write! I was overthinking things and have been so so busy! Hopefully this was worth the wait and I think you're in for a ride. I promise to not have you guys wait too long on the next part as it is almost done too!🤭 I'm starting off this part in Elvis' perspective to see what he was going through feeding on reader for the first time🩸

I also wanted to say thank you to anyone that's read this from the start or just read a few chapters and really liked it. Your messages warm my heart when I hear you love Vampire Elvis as much as i do.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!

He stares at you wide-eyed, holding his breath as he thinks his ears have just deceived him.

I want you to feed from me…

He doesn’t know what to say at first. It’s almost too good to be true. You wanted him to bite you? Just like that? No other reasoning other than the fact he needed to feed. He really didn’t deserve you...

“Baby no I-I-I…. I can’t hurt you. It’s going to hurt,” he says panicked. That was always his biggest concern he had when he thought about feeding from you while you were human. The pain he would cause you would hurt him even worse. He remembers what it was like getting bit and how sharp Raphael’s fangs were as they tore into his flesh. As much as he needed to feed, he couldn’t stand the idea of you writhing in pain as he got his fill.

Elvis hears your nervous little heartbeat pick up as you stand before him, trying to muster up the courage to say something else.

“I know… but I’ve been thinking about it… this is what you do for your Chosen…” you say softly. His heart just about flies out of his chest, not believing that he would ever hear you say this. All he can do is stare at you in shock, getting to hear you admit that you are indeed his.

“Oh God, honey…” he groans as he pulls you in between his legs more and he presses his lips on your exposed chest. Your heart continues to pound and the sound of it makes his mouth water.

“Honey… that’s something you do when you’re both vampires… the bite hurts so much. I don’t want to cause you pain like that…and what if I can’t stop,” he explains. That was his ultimate fear. Even though he was certain you were his Chosen, he still didn’t trust himself to bite you, not while he was so starved.

As he was about to protest, you quickly place your finger on his lips, quieting him. He can feel himself melting into your touch, wanting to do as you say. He’d never experienced such feelings with anyone. He normally doesn’t let anyone sway him but with you, he’d let you do anything you wanted.

“It’s okay. I want to give this to you. I know you can stop. Please let me give you this one thing,” you say, placing a kiss on his forehead and running your fingers through his hair.

You knew exactly what to say to make him weak. He wanted to give in to all of that. The idea of having your blood fresh and from your warm body made him hungrier than he’s ever been. God, he missed how you tasted. The first time he tasted you, your blood was still warm and rich as it ran down his arm. But as he’s fed from living things for the last thirteen years, he can tell the difference when blood is fresh or has been stored too long. He knew if he took a bite from you, he’d be ruined forever. He only had a taste. A whole helping would make him go into a state of shock.

“Please, let me take care of you in this way.” You whisper in his ear. His hands grab onto your hips tighter, getting turned on by your words. He wanted this, more than anything and your sensual tone just about put him over the edge.

“I want you to make love to me… then I want you to feed,” you tell him.

God yes. I need that more than anything, he thinks.

Elvis was on fire, his eyes, his body, and his thoughts. This was all ever wanted. It was selfish, yes, but he wanted to drink your blood and feel how satisfying it was to be running through his veins. The very idea of having you pleading for him, his cock buried inside you, and his teeth sinking into your soft flesh to drink your blood was going to a place better than heaven.

A deep growl comes from his throat and he quickly pulls you onto the bed, laying you on your back. You let out a surprised squeak and look at him looming over you. His hands reach for the v-cut of the dress, ripping your dress clean off of you. You gasp as his hands are everywhere all at once and leave electric sparks on you.

You reach for the laces that are keeping his jumpsuit closed and begin to pull it off of him. He helps you and shakes his arms out of it, leaving himself naked in front of you. Like he could be any more beautiful, he somehow looks more attractive fresh off the stage of a long show. He eagerly spreads your legs wide for him and he groans as he looks down at you. He kisses up your legs, working his way up to your torso then your breasts, licking and lapping at your nipples.

The feeling of your skin was addictive. He could do this all night if you allowed him to. It was soft and tasted sweet. And the way you responded to his kisses drove him nearly mad. There was no way you could be any more perfect in his eyes.

He starts to grow restless and needs to touch you more, to make you make those beautiful little whimpers he can’t get enough of. His fingers find your bud and he slowly starts to rub you gently, gathering the slick that’s formed there after watching him seduce the entire crowd in The Hilton. Your hips buck into his hand, getting the most pleasure from this. His mouth covers you in kisses, covering every inch of you with his lips. You can feel his cock push up against your folds and slide it up and down making you both groan in agony.

He tried to let this moment happen naturally, but nerves got the best of him. He normally would never get nervous about this sort of thing, but this was different. This was you he was feeding from. The one he loved so dearly. The one he promised he would never cause any pain to. He couldn’t cause you pain like this. He remembered what the bite felt like. It was one of the worst things he’s ever experienced. It was something that always made him sorry when he would take a bite from someone he was feeding on. He knew it hurt but his own bloodlust made him block out the pain that the person was suffering.

“Baby, are you sure? We don’t have to do this,” he says softly. You shake your head at him and sit up to grab his hand.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want this. You need this,” you assure. He huffs lightly and places his hands back on you, squeezing and holding you tight. He leans down to give a kiss as his chest heaves.

“Okay, are you ready for me?” He asks sensually

You whimper softly and nod your head at him. He smiles to himself and enters you with a grunt. He can’t get over how it feels to be inside you. The way you took him so easily and the way you wanted more of him made him absolutely ravenous in more ways than one.

He tried to take you slow, too hyper-focused to not hurt you because he knew the bite was going to be one of the most painful things you had ever experienced.

His hands wandered the rest of your body, carefully squeezing and using his mouth on you. He was fighting every instinct to take you hard and fast but he couldn’t help the nerves running through him. He dreamed about this exact moment happening but now that it was here, he was afraid. So afraid you would never want him to touch you again because of the pain he caused.

Your voice shakes him from his wandering thoughts and makes him focus back on you.

“Mmm Daddy,” you whimper.

He looks at you concerned and stops.

“What is it, baby? Am I hurting you?” He asks nervously, releasing the tight grip he has on your hips.

You shake your head fervently, “No you’re fine… it’s not that. I want you to fuck me harder. Please,” you beg.

It feels like his heart stopped. He was in shock and he can feel his cock twitch at the sound of your request.

“Jesus baby, you’re trying to kill me.” He grumbles.

“Please, Daddy. Don’t make me beg, fuck me.”

He grunts as he puts his entire cock back inside you and holds onto your hips again for leverage.

You gasp when you feel him pound his hips harder into you and hit the most sensitive spot inside you. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan loudly as he fucks you better than you’ve ever experienced.

He felt himself lose all control. Any ounce of restraint he had went out the window as he sunk into your wet heat. Your moans rang in his ears the harder he fucked you, wanting to make you groan louder for him. Everything about you made him addicted to you. The way you sounded, the way you looked laid out on his bed, writhing underneath him and gasping for air as he stuffed his cock inside you.

You have your eyes closed, overwhelmed with everything he’s doing to you. He looks at you hungrily, loving every second of this. His eyes wander down your body, watching how his cock goes deeper inside you and only making you moan his name louder.

The sound of your heart pounding away in your chest makes Elvis starving. The longer he does this, the louder your heart sounds in his ears. He winces as he feels his eyes begin to turn red and the veins start to crack across his face. Before he has time to react, his fangs have descended and he knows he can’t hold back from feeding any longer. He’s too starved but he did this to himself. No matter how tempting you were, he was the one who didn’t feed properly and had the control issue.

You open your eyes again and your heart gallops uncontrollably when you see him above you, red eyes blazing and fangs exposed. You tightly grab onto his arms and make him focus on you.

“Baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. Just take a bite,” you coo.

“Where?” He asks breathlessly. He could take a bite anywhere and be satisfied but he hadn’t thought about where he would take his first bite.

“Anywhere you want,” you tell him. You hold onto him tight, knowing this is going to hurt like hell but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to feel good.

His instincts told him to take a bite into your neck. That’s where the most blood would come out from and taste the best. But there was something about that area on you that made it seem so much more sacred. The only time he’d want to bite you there was when he turns turns you.

He decided to cover every inch of your body in wet kisses. He knows once he touches a certain part of you with his lips, he’ll know that’s where he wants to feed. But every part of you was good enough to eat. The way your body beckoned him to be touched by him and called out to him was agonizing.

He takes his hand to gently rub his thumb across your cheek and leans down to kiss your body some more. His other hand gently caresses your breast, kissing there and licking it. His lips felt your heart pounding away in your chest and he knew it had to be right there. You can hear him suck in a sharp breath in between his teeth before looking up at you. He swivels his hips into you before looking back at you to tell you what he wants.

“Right here. I want to bite right here,” he growls, rubbing his thumb on the underside of your left breast. Your breathing quickens and he can barely wait any longer.

“Okay baby,” you say breathlessly nodding at him to do so.

His heart feels like it's racing out of his chest, something that hasn’t happened in the longest time. He slows his thrusts and puts his hands on both your breasts and he starts to lick the area he wants to bite. His tongue feels delightful on you and you arch your chest into his mouth. Elvis groans softly and looks at you one last time to see if you want to change your mind. You place your hand on the back of his head and push his mouth onto your breast again. It feels all too good to be true how you are encouraging this whole act. His hand squeezes it gently and he opens his mouth, his long fangs glistening in the low light.

He feels his instincts take over and he lets out a low growl. His sharp fangs pierce your soft sensitive flesh and you let out a loud scream. He can feel your body wince, rigid with pain as he starts to take a bite. He feels terrible for doing this to you, wishing he could subside the pain. But he has to bite more so he can suck the blood out of you. He can hear your gasps and groans as he bit down harder, your body crying for this to stop.

But he finally bit down enough for your blood to flow freely and he let it pool into his mouth. The second it touches his tongue, he groans and his eyes roll back in his head. He had never experienced such euphoria. The way you tasted was unlike anything he had ever had. You were sweet and savory, just like how you smelled. He squeezes your body tighter and drinks your blood in big, glutinous gulps.

Your fingers clawed at his forearms, gasping in pain. As much as he was enjoying this, he knew you weren’t. He wanted to alleviate the pain in some way and help you through this in any way he could.

Elvis starts to move his hips ever so slowly into you, giving you the most intense feeling of pleasure and pain. He took you slow and tried to loosen his bite. He wanted to have you feel him inside you rather than the bite. You cry out his name and gasp for breath. Elvis takes his mouth off of you quickly, looking back into your tear-filled eyes.

“Oh God baby, I’m sorry it hurts. I’ll be gentle I promise. You taste so damn good I can’t get enough,” he groans. You smile at him and watch how your blood drips from his fangs. He wanted more, so much more but he would only do so if you allowed him to. He looked at you again, waiting for you to say something.

“Mhmm… take more baby, it’s okay,” you tell him through gasps.

You don’t have to tell him twice and he’s back licking the wound he’s created, making sure to not let a drop of you go to waste. His hips pound into you more and you feel like you’re on a different planet right now.

He goes in to take another bite but this time, it doesn’t hurt as much. The feeling of his fangs re-entering your flesh stung but it felt more tolerable. It almost felt good. He can feel the pleasure radiating from your body and he can’t help but smile from it.

Mine, all mine, he thinks smugly.

He moans deeply as he drinks more and his hand wanders down to find your clit. This brings a jolt to your body and you arch up into his mouth again, pleasure burning through your body. He moans into you and rubs your clit faster, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. He can feel your walls flutter around him and all he wants is for you to come as his teeth are buried in your flesh.

“Baby, oh God baby please,” you plead. The neediness in your voice drives him to the brink. He needed you to feel good and finish. He knows exactly what to do to get you there. He knows your body so well and knows what you like.

He stuffs his entire length inside you with a grunt and that’s all it takes. Your core squeezes around him tightly and you cry out his name. This felt euphoric and neither of you didn’t want it to end. You can feel your heart beat out of your chest and your arousal spills out of you. He groans loudly as he continues to drink and he feels your core squeeze his cock. His hands rub your nipples and give you another wave of pleasure. He could easily go overboard but he knows he can’t feed anymore. His venom would enter your bloodstream and the process of you changing would begin. He couldn’t do that to you, not now.

He quickly takes his fangs out of you and watches your face be washed over with pleasure. “Fuck you’re killing me. Didn’t think you were going to cum when I was feeding,” he groans, thrusting in and out of you slowly, looking down at his cock covered in your arousal.

It felt good…. It felt really good,” you admit breathlessly.

He smirks down at you and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Which part baby? My cock or my mouth?” He asks deviously.

“Both. Both felt so good,” you whimper.

“God honey that’s the best thing you could ever tell me,” he smirks.

He looks down where you two are connected and moves ever so slowly. When he looks back up at you, his fangs are gone and his eyes are starting to gain a blue color. You reach to kiss him and he groans into your mouth.

“You’re so perfect, made just for me,” he groans.

He snaps his hips into you like an animal, watching your face grow with more pleasure. He wanted to do this to you all night if you wanted. Your nails scraped against his back and you held onto him tight, needing him as close to you as possible. You both look into each other’s eyes, silently pleading for one another.

“Ahh Elvis, oh fuck please,” you cry.

“You’re being so good for Daddy,” he groans in your ear.

You both moan when he comes inside you, overwhelmed with emotion and overstimulated at this point. You writhe on the bed and you can’t stop moaning to him how good it feels. He is gentle with you as he slips out of you and pleased beyond comprehension.

The bite mark he’s left stings and you try to not move too much. He notices you’re uncomfortable and leans down and gently licks the wound.

“It’s all healed baby,” he says gently.

You lay on his chest, listening to his peculiar heartbeat. It sounded stronger and louder and you smiled because of it. You were so happy you were able to give him this. It felt right to give yourself to him in this way. You’re not exactly sure how it was possible, but you felt even closer to him. Like the invisible bond you both had was melded together even more tightly.

You both lay like this, not needing to say a word to each other. What you share is something beyond words. He rubs your head, soothing you as he always does.

“Please come to my show again tonight. I want you there,” he tells you.

You look up at him and smirk, “but I have nothing to wear,” you say.

“I think I can have something arranged,” he teases.

“As long as you don’t rip it off of me. I really liked that dress,” you tease.

“I’ll buy you a thousand dresses and I’ll rip off each and every one off of you,” he grumbles, covering your face in kisses. You try to squirm away from him but it’s no use, he keeps attacking you with kisses.

“Don’t you dare try to get away from my kisses,” he says cutely, pulling you closer to him. You giggle and cover your face, loving how silly he can be with you.

There was a knock at the front door that made him stop and you look up at him with concern.

He gives you a little smile and goes to the living room to see what the problem is.

“Please stay there,” he says over his shoulder

You stay under the blankets and try to hear what is going on.

The door opens and you don’t hear Elvis speak or anyone else’s voice for that matter. The door closes and a heavy silence fills the suite.

Elvis walks back into the bedroom with an annoyed expression on his face. He held another note in his hand and you knew it was from Raphael. Your heart sank and didn’t want to ask what he wanted from Elvis. You had a hinting suspicion all he wanted to do was control him and make his life harder than it already was. He throws it on the dresser and crawls back into bed with you. You let him hold you tight, not wanting him to ever let you go. It made you nervous about what Raphael would do in the next few days, hoping you both could get out of Vegas without any altercations.

A new dress was laid out for you and your hair and makeup was done again. You were thrilled to see Elvis again perform and do what he does best. He kisses you goodbye and his crystal blue eyes make you weak.

“We’re going out after the show. I wanna spoil my girl. You spoiled me too much with what you gave me earlier, now it's my turn.” He tells you with a smirk.

“Mhmm, that sounds nice…” you say shyly. “If you need to feed more, I’d be more than okay with you doing so…” you softly tell him.

A small groan slips from his lips and he looks down as he starts to smile. “I’d love that very much… but we’ll see. I had more than enough and want to focus on you tonight. Take you out on the town, have you drink the finest champagnes, show you off a bit,” he grumbles into the crook of your neck. He pushes your body flush to his and nips at your neck.

“I’d love that,” you whisper. He looks down at you and smiles, shaking his head slightly.

You give him another kiss and watch as he leaves to get ready for his show.

It made you so happy he was feeling stronger and better than ever. And it showed. His eyes had that sparkle to them again and his skin glistened with life. He looked so strong and his already contagious appeal was off the charts.

You take your seat in the same booth as you did last night and settle in with a drink in your hand. You wondered what he was going to wear tonight. He looked unbelievable last night in all white, but you hoped he'd wear a different color. Blue always looked dashing on him and brought out those beautiful eyes of his. You were still just as excited as last night. Things felt different between you two since he fed from you. You really felt like you belonged with him. The fact you’d be going to Graceland with him made your heart flutter with excitement.

The drums started to rumble and the band started to play the opening riff. You start to cheer with the rest of the crowd and you peer in-between everyone’s heads to try to get a good look at him when he comes on stage. He steps out from the wings and is in a black jumpsuit with flowers on the lapels and collar. He looks breathtaking in black and you can’t help but stare at him in awe. He commands the stage with his presence, taking long strides as he walks and smiles at the loud crowd. He wore a black macrame belt that fell off his hips at an angle and the long tassels would wrap around his legs as he walked to get his guitar.

“Come with me.”

A chill runs down your spine as you hear the stranger's voice behind you. You knew it wasn’t any of Elvis’ men giving you this command. They knew better to talk to you like that. You slowly start to turn around when one of them grabs your arm and pulls you out of the booth more violently than you expected. You grunt with agitation and you’re about to tell him to get your hands off of you when he puts his hand over your mouth.

“Don’t make a sound. Walk out of here with me and we won’t hurt you,” the voice says quietly in your ear.

You try to squirm out of their grasp and then you realize that they feel cold. The way Elvis’ hands do. Whoever is trying to take you away is a vampire.

Your heart drops and try your best not to panic. You nod your head and start to make your way out of the showroom. You wanted to scream Elvis’ name in hopes he could get to you but the crowd was going wild and you weren’t sure what this man would do to you if you disobeyed his orders. Your eyes scan the ballroom, hoping to find one of Elvis’ men to alert them of the danger you’re in. But they’re not in sight and fear starts to paralyze you.

There was a limo out front and the back door swung open and the man tells you to get in. You quickly do so and he gives your back a push as you crouch to get in the seat. You let out a frustrated grunt, not understanding what the hell is going on and who these people are. Vampires with ill intentions. Your heart hammers away and your mind starts to race.

Are these men working with Raphael? Who else would know about me? You think worriedly.

The man gets in the backseat with you and he closes the door harshly and the driver slams on the gas and takes off through the city going dangerously fast. You grip tightly onto the car door handrail and try to keep it together.

You finally look at the man next to you and he stares at you coldly.

“What the fuck is going on? Who are you people?” You ask forcefully.

The man just gives you a blank stare and looks away from you.

“Hey! Answer me! The least you can do is tell me where we’re going?!” You yell.

“We’re almost there. Sit there and shut up,” he snaps at you.

Your heart races and you look out the window, watching as the city starts to disappear and you drive off into the desert.

The car finally comes to a halt and you look at the man expectantly, waiting to see what was going to happen next.

“Get out,” he commands as he opens the door for himself and pulls your wrist to follow behind him. His grasp on you is too tight and you can feel the pressure grow up your arm. You frustratedly squirm as he moves you into the large mansion in front of you.

You sit down on a plush white sofa with black pillows along the back of it. The house was huge based on just this area you were sitting in and the high ceilings made everything seem bigger than it was. You nervously shake your leg, waiting to know where you are, and who these people were that wanted you away from Elvis in such a manner.

“Well, look at you,” a man’s voice coos from the top of the banister.

Your head snaps in the direction of the voice and see a tall, fair-skinned man with sandy brown hair looking down at you. He starts to make his way down the stairs never leaving your gaze. He had a very intense presence you could tell already. The closer he got to you, the more you wanted to get away from him. He was the complete opposite of when you met Elvis. You were instantly pulled to him and wanted to get closer. Not with this man. He made your skin crawl and you didn’t like the looks of him.

He reaches the end of the stairs and stands at the other end of the sofa.

“Y/n, a pleasure to meet you. You are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he praises. You stare at him with hatred, not wanting him to compliment you in any way.

“And who might you be?” You spat coldly at him.

He hums amused by your feistiness, “my name is Raphael. I run a club in town,” he says casually.

Your heart stops and you look at him horrified. So much anger ran through you and you tried everything in your power to not go up to him and hit him across the face. Hitting a vampire would not be a great idea, especially since you have no idea his intentions are with you.

“Yeah, I know who you are. You bit Elvis,” you say through your teeth.

He chuckles, “Oh so he’s told you about me? That’s so nice,” he says.

“I guarantee you, he doesn’t talk of you highly,” you grumble. He clears his throat and presses his lips together.

“That’s a shame. I only saved his life,” he snaps.

“Mhmm… sure,” you say shortly. “What am I doing here? I’m sure it’s not so you can boast about how you save lives,” you growl.

His eyes narrow and he puts his hands in his pockets. “No, you’re right. That’s not why you’re here. You’re here because I’ve heard you’re with Elvis and know a lot about us. And since he won’t take a meeting with me, I thought I’d get his attention by taking you for dinner,” he says smugly.

“That’s what you’re calling it?! Not like your men abducted me or anything!” You yell at him, getting up from the couch quickly.

“Hmm… you’re a little firecracker, aren’t you? Not someone Elvis would normally be with. He likes them… tame,” he snorts. “Come sit down at the dining table with me,” he instructs.

You don’t move an inch, you don’t think you can care to be any closer to this vile man. He starts to walk away but notices you not following him.

“That wasn’t a question. Go sit down,” he commands, his eyes blazing red.

Your stomach drops and you hold your breath as you look into his terrifying eyes. You slowly make your way through the front of the house following Raphael. Obscure artwork hung in the walls and most everything was black with gold accents. It was cold in the house and combined with your nerves, it made you shiver down to your toes.

You both turn the corner and a large marble dining room table fills the room. Two placemats were on the table and a set of utensils lined either side of the large white plate with gold trimming. Two forks were on the left side of it and knives were on the right with a black napkin underneath. You carefully take a seat and never let Raphael leave your eyesight.

You hear the cook come in and serve your plate with pasta that has various vegetables and basil on top.

“I hope you like pasta,” he says.

You don’t touch the plate or pick up your fork. You didn’t want to eat something from him. You have no idea if something is in it that could make you sick.

“Please, eat,” he urges. You look at him with hatred, not wanting anything that comes from him.

“I’m not hungry. You need to tell me what you want from me. What do you want to know that your little spy hasn’t already told you,” you seethe just thinking about Daniel.

“Ahh, you’re referring to Daniel. Funny you should mention him. He’d like to say hello to you,” he says casually. You hear footsteps get closer to the dining room and you swivel in your chair to see who is coming.

Daniel begins to walk in wearing a black suit and white button-up slightly open. The sight of him makes your blood boil. The last time you saw him, he slapped you across the face and screamed and yelled at you.

He walks closer to you and gets in the light. You suck in a sharp breath when you see his face more clearly. His eyes pierce into yours and you look at him with disgust.

Blood-red eyes look at you intensely.

You get up from your seat, “You turned him!?! Are you fucking kidding me!? You know he’s just using this for his selfish reasons?!” You yell at Raphael. He smiles smugly at you, liking to get a rise out of you.

“I don’t care what his intentions are. He’s worked a long time for me and this is what he wanted,” he informs you.

“When did you do this?!” You seethe.

“Yesterday.” He informs you.

You push your chair aside and get right in Daniel’s face.

“I hope you’re happy with yourself. You have single-handedly fucked up everything! You just had to be a weak little boy that crawls back to his master hmm?! Why couldn’t you have left us alone?!” You yell at him.

He doesn’t say anything right away. He just looks at you blankly.

“I did what needed to be done,” he says flatly.

“You just can’t bear the thought of me being happy, can you?! You liked me when I was miserable,” you accuse.

“You can’t possibly be happy with him,” he seethes.

“Yes, I am. More than I ever was with you,” you snap.

Daniel growls and seizes your neck with his hand and gets inches away from your face. His fangs start to descend and you turn your head away to not look at how terrifying he is now.

“Daniel! Enough,” Raphael reprimands.

Daniel lets go of your throat and you push at his chest to get him away from you. You rub your throat softly and clear your throat.

“Sit back down. I wouldn’t provoke him like that if I were you. We’re at our most unpredictable when we’ve just turned,” Raphael tells you.

You turn around and throw him a hateful stare. You didn’t want to do anything this man asked of you but the power he had scared you. Fixing your chair, you cautiously sit back down and stare at your unappealing food.

“What more do you want with me?” You grumble.

“You have to understand the… threat you pose to us,” he explains.

“I’m a threat? I’m not telling about Elvis or any of you for that matter. I have no intention of telling anyone,” you assure.

He scoffs at you, “I can’t believe that. You can expose us all and make everything we’ve worked so hard to achieve for nothing,” he seethes.

“I-I’m not going to do any of that! I’m leaving with Elvis once his engagement ends here on Saturday. I’ll be with him and no one else,” you explain.

“And once he tosses you aside when he gets bored of you? What are you going to do then?” Daniel interjects rudely.

You throw daggers at him with your eyes and scowl.

“He won’t. I know it’s hard for you to believe that a man wants me around,” you snap.

“You're human! You don’t belong in his world! You’re nothing to him! There’s nothing you can offer him!” He continues to scold.

“Yes, I do! He’s told me how much he needs me,” you say forcefully.

“Yeah, he needs you to be his blood bag and that’s it. When he gets tired of you, he’ll toss you out like the rest of them,” Raphael scoffs. “Besides you wouldn’t understand how we feel about humans. We don’t feel the same as you do,” he says.

“No. He wouldn’t lie to me like that. He’s told me how strongly he cares about me and how much he needs me,” you say weakly, feeling the tears start to form in your eyes.

They laugh at you, looking at you like a pathetic little child. They exchange hurtful words of how stupid you are and they can’t believe what they’re hearing. Your anger boils and you can’t handle another rude comment.

“I love him! I love him more than anything in this world! And I don’t want to live without him,” you burst out, tears falling down your cheeks.

Both the men look blankly at you and don’t say a word.

“You’re not serious? You love him? Even after knowing what he has done?” Daniel sputters.

“Yes. I do. I’m… I’m his Chosen,” you say softly. They look at you in shock, not believing what you just uttered.

Raphael snarkily chuckles at you and rubs his hand across his forehead.

“Your Chosen? You’ve got to be joking. Is that what he told you?” He laughs.

“Well, yes… it’s true … the kind of connection we have… it’s unbreakable,” you try to explain.

“What makes you think that’s possible? What has he done to you?” He questions.

You look down at your lap and feel your cheeks get redder and redder. You stay silent, not wanting to talk about your most intimate moments with him.

“Nothing I’m sure Daniel hasn’t told you…” you say softly.

He scoffs at you, “Well that’s an obvious one. His scent is all over you. Has he fed from you?” He snaps.

You look up at him and glare at him.

“It’s none of your concern,” you growl.

“Oh, but it is. I made Elvis into what he is today and have to know what he’s doing. I can’t have a loose cannon,” he says annoyed. You just stare at him, too afraid to say anything to him. He looks at you as though he could reach over and attack you with those terrifying eyes.

“Answer me! Now!”

You jump at his tone and look into his fiery eyes.

“Y-yes… he’s fed from me… and I loved it,” you growl. “I’m his. I’m his chosen.”

He starts to laugh again menacingly, hitting his hand across the table.

“I thought you’d be smarter than that but he has his fangs so deep inside you, you can’t see the truth. There is no such thing as your Chosen. He’s been lying to you to keep you all to himself,” he snarls.

Your heart drops into your stomach and you can’t breathe. There’s no way he’s lying though. Elvis wouldn’t do that to you.

“You’re lying! You have no idea what you’re talking about!” You retort.

“Do you have any idea how old I am? I am five hundred and sixty years old. I have seen things you read from a history book. I was there to see it all. Never have I once met a Chosen pair. Simply because they don’t exist anymore!”

Your head spins and you feel like you could pass out.

“No… no. The books, they state exactly what is going on with us. It says it so clearly and simply.”

“Those books are just legends. Myths now. None of them are true anymore. It might have happened thousands of years ago, but it doesn’t anymore. The gods left us a long time ago. Just face it, he lied to you to keep you all to himself.” He scoffs.

You wipe the tears falling on your cheeks and shake your head at him. No, nothing he is saying can be true. Elvis has changed so much from when you first met. He was cold and rigid when you first met and now, he’s willing to give you anything. The way he described how he felt for you was not something he could just make up. You hope that was the truth…

“I’ll admit, it’s a clever move to get a human to willingly be with one of us. To make you believe that you two were destined to be together… I wish I could have thought of it myself.” Raphael says smugly.

You sniffle and try to look at him, “Stop that. It is true. He can’t compel me. That’s another sign showing that we’re meant for each other,” you say weakly.

“Elvis is weak! That’s all there is to it! He always has been because he pities the people he feeds from!”

“He is not weak! He is strong and more powerful than you know!” You scowl at him. He looks at you amused and leans in close.

“I do understand why he’d want to keep you all to himself… you smell rather tempting,” he smirks.

You look away from him and wish you could do something to protect yourself from these two and anyone else in this house. Your breathing begins to quicken and your nerves are getting the best of you.

Raphael suddenly grabs your hand and you look back at him with fear and hatred.

“Let me have a taste,” he growls.

You pull your hand away from him and begin to shake with fear.

“No! Absolutely not, are you crazy!” You yell at him.

He forcefully grabs your hand again and gets even closer to your face, his eyes starting to glow red.

“I could just compel you to let me feed on you… and make you forget about Elvis… it’s your choice…” he snarls.

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sopebubbles · 6 months

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Lone Wolf chapter 16 teaser

Chapter summary: getting closer with the pack means you'll have to learn to live with Kim Namjoon.

A/n: i applogize for taking so long and for this not being exactly what i want it to be. Honestly my health is making it really hard to write because im either in too much pain or have too little energy to write. But I don't want to put this story on haitus, so I'm going to try to modify my plans for this story to give you all a satisfying resolution before the end of the year. Thanks for sticking around and being so patient.

Chapter 16 coming Saturday October 28th!

Teaser below the cut

"Are you hurt?" Yoongi asked as Taehyung set you down at the edge of your nest. He shouldered the younger alpha out of the way to examine you. You were still too stunned to answer, but it didn't really matter; Yoongi was going to look over every available inch of you regardless. He gently tilted your face this way and that to make sure it was unscathed before he moved onto your arms, lifting and twisting each in turn to ensure your skin was unharmed. There was a small cut on your forearm and he frowned. It wasn't even from the incident that had unfolded moments before. It was from work earlier today, and the blood was already dry—you hadn't even felt it at the time.

"Jimin, go get the first aid kit from the bathroom," he instructed, holding your arms carefully.

Feeling Yoongi's steady hands on you helped to ground you and bring you back to your body, out of your shock and panic. You took in a deep breath and breathed out, "I'm okay."

Jimin shuffled back into the room carrying the first aid kit and handed it to Yoongi. The alpha plucked out an alcohol pad and ripped open the packet with his teeth, spitting out the torn piece.

"It's gonna sting," he whispered, but you didn't react as he swiped it over your skin. "It's dry." You looked down to the very minor wound he was tending to.

"That was from work. It's fine," you told him, but he didn't seem to hear you. He had already taken a bandage from the kit—neon pink—and gently but firmly pressed it over your cut. "Yoongi?" He looked up into your eyes and you could see his own were full of worry. He shrugged.

"It makes me feel better."

You cracked a genuine smile and it lifted some of the weight off his chest.

"Are you sure you're okay, sweet little?" Taehyung asked. His hands were still shaking from the course of adrenaline when he thought you were in danger.

You nodded. "I'm okay. I was just scared. I'm not hurt."

"You shouldn't be scared at home," he replied.

"Come sit with me," you said softly, patting the spot next to you. Your heart ached to see how distressed he was over you. Taehyung lowered his head and came to sit near you, not quite in your nest, but just outside of it. When he got close you realized something the rest of them hadn't. They'd been too worried about you to assess their own well-being.

"Tae, you're covered in beer."

He had been standing closest to where the bottle had hit the wall and, as a result, had gotten sprayed with the contents as well as some glass.

"You're bleeding," you added. "Yoongi, your patient is right here."

Your alpha smiled weakly at how brave you were trying to be. He could tell by the way you were still shaking that you weren't as calm as you pretended to be, but he would talk to you about it in a little while when things settled. For now he turned to Taehyung. Without a word, he began to clean the man's wound, and you held his hand while he winced through the burn on the alcohol. You pulled a neon pink bandage from the box beside you and handed it to Yoongi to apply.

"Now we match," you told him, and it brought a bright, boxy smile to Taehyung's face.

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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Hi it’s the anon who asked if you would write a story based on Hanahaki Disease. What if reader had known Hangman and Phoenix for years and the two were a couple, not shy about PDA so she knew they were. Reader had been in love with them since they met and was always the one to push them to date and stuff, but she knew they couldn’t all be together and didn’t want to come in between them so she suffered silently.

Then it could become very angsty because reader doesn’t want to die without telling them she loves them so she does, and they don’t react or stay silent which makes the decision for her that they don’t feel the same. Then they catch up to her just in time because she’s about to die…..

A/N: I have three other requests waiting but I wanted angst with a happy ending.

You coughed into your elbow, your lungs aching painfully as you watched Jake and Natasha laugh together while waiting for their drinks. His arm around her shoulder and looked down at her with love in his eyes. You stared at the flower petals cover in blood ad quickly hid them. It wouldn't be long now that the hanahaki disease would take you, the flower has grown too far in your lungs now. You could feel the vines every time you breathed, you genuinely didn't know how you had survived this long.

You had met Jake and Natasha two years ago, from the moment you met them you were falling hard and fast. It was about six months in that they asked you if you knew how the other felt about them. Despite feeling the flower grow in your lungs, you happily set them both up together. You wanted them to be happy and refused to go through with the surgery to remove the flower, you didn't want to lose the memory of them.

You knew when it started you should have put a stop to it, you had barely known them. What was six months really? You could have easily moved on and been out of their lives and you wouldn't be slowly dying from flowers. Yet here you were, watching them day in and day out as they fell further and further in love, their lungs clear.

Bradley put a hand on your shoulder suddenly and startled you. He was the only one to know you were dying. You had maybe a month left by this point. That was if you were lucky to make it that far, from the way your chest felt you only had a week. "Why Y/n? Why do you still do this to yourself?" He asked you as he sat down next to you. You took a drink of your water to wash down the blood and Bradley took a napkin to get rid of the blood on your face. "Bradley, I love them and I always have" you told him softly. "I would rather have the time I do with them and remember then be apart and forget. Besides, in this job I was bound to meet them again" you sighed. "I'm going to be okay. Stop worrying so much, Mother Goose was your father" you joked. You started coughing again and hid the almost full sized flower covered in blood that fell from your lips. "I'm going to go home, get some rest" you told your best friend with a smile.

Just as you were about to go home, Jake stopped you. "Hey C/S" he grinned, your heart fluttering at the smile he gave you. "Will you go out with me?" He asked and your heart leaped with hope "W-what?" You asked. Were you really being asked out? Did Phoenix feel the same? You wondered and could feel the hope growing only for it to be crashed. "Sorry, I should have worded that better, will you go outside with me? I want to show you a gift I got Nat and since you're always helping us, figured who better right?" He laughed.

Something then snapped inside of you, you were just being thrown around. Red hot anger corsed through your body but also an overwhelming depression as all that hope crashed and you felt the suffocating vines grow. "No. I do need to tell you and Nat something though so get your asses outside" you spit and walked outside. You didn't see the look of shock but he got Nat outside just as you started to violently cough. You leaned on the railing, blood splattering your sleeve as a flower fell from your lips.

Nat rushed over "Y/n! Why didn't you tell us you were dying? Go get the surgery! Or better yet, let us help you with whoever you fell for!" She said, babbling before you could get a word out. "They are a moron for not seeing you!" She said, bringing a tissue to your lips. "That's what I wanted to talk to you two about. Before this damn thing kills me, I'm getting it out. It's you two, it has always been you two" you told them. "I have been in love with you both since we met. You two loved each other though and I knew we couldn't all be together. I sat there and helped you both" you told them. Shock was all over there faces as they stared at you, "I didn't want to forget you both because I loved you so much. I still do obviously" you finished. They just stared as their looks turned to ones of horror. You figured it was because you loved them, not because you suffered worse every time you saw them kiss or touch. Not because you suffered as you helped them plan special occasions for the other. They stayed silent for so long that you turned and walked away, you knew it would happen but you hoped you would get something besides silence.

It was a week of silence from you and from them, it had confirmed they didn't feel the same for you. You laid in your bed, the sliding glass doors of your room open and letting the breeze from the beach come in. Blood splattered tissues surrounded you and filled up the trashcan next to you, full of bloody flowers. The thorns were scraping your lungs worse now and you just stared out the doors as you struggled to breathe.

Bradley sat next to you, reading you a book you had been trying to read earlier. You fought for him to go but it was useless, your best friend insisted on being there for you no matter what. You were too weak to fight him at this point so you let him stay, you wouldn't die alone at least.

As he read, your doorbell rang and then rang again before it was a constant pushing. Bradley stood up, glanced at you like you would disappear before going to the door. He found Jake and Natasha there "Can't let her die in peace? You've tormented her enough" he snapped. He wanted to get back to you, you were like a little annoying sister to him and he needed to stay with you. "No, we need to see her" Jake said and pushed past Bradley.

They made it to your room and found you pale with blood dribbling out of your mouth after a coughing fit. You looked moments away from dying and it wrenched their hearts to know that they put you there. They both went to block your view and you gave them a weak smile, teeth bloody. "We're sorry" Nat sobbed "We should have come sooner, tod you sooner" she said, continuing to cry "We love you!" She whispered. Jake continued "We pushed it away because we never thought you would feel the same but please, please stay y/n. We love you so much" he said, tears falling down his cheeks.

You coughed, more blood and a full sized flower falling from your mouth. "You mean it?" You weakly whispered. "Every word" They promised you, you closed your eyes and your breathing slowed. Their hearts dropped, you still died and now they were left with a broken heart. Your body was nearly lifeless, your skin drained of any color as it looked like no blood was in your face. There was a extreme pain that was ripping through their chests and they knelt next to you.

They didn't know the vines were easing up and shrinking, your lungs were growing clear again and you could breathe. As soon as it disappeared you let out a gasp, breathing clearly for the first time in almost two years. Your eyes shot open and everyone let out cries of relief, Jake and Nat hugging you tightly. You weren't going anywhere any time soon.

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sannieworldeu · 2 years

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Princess - J. Yunho (OneShot)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem! Reader

Word Counts: 2.5k!

Warnings: Lots of cussing,cut offs, and rushing;)

a/n: I do not own any of these photos, credit goes to the owners. —— I apologize for rushing this one shot however, I tried to make the pace of the story go a little faster. I also want to apologize for making any punctuation or grammar error. Enjoy!

……..

You and Yunho have been dating for 5 years now so of course, it’s a serious relationship.

However, these past few weeks, he has been ‘busy’. Like busy busy..

Messages:

*I'm sorry y/n, I’m gonna be late. Don’t wait for me.* - Yunho

*I’ll make it up this Saturday for you babe.* - Yunho

*Omg I��m so sorry, I forgot that I have a schedule to do a photoshoot with this model. Let’s go next week yeah?*- Yunho

And on that next week he says,

*I’m sorry y/n, I can’t make it. I’m very sorry, please go back home safely.* - Yunho

You love Yunho and you understand his Idol life. He’s a celebrity,idol, super popular, fans chasing him and Ateez, pack schedules and preparing comebacks.

But now you’re starting to doubt that, is he really committed to this relationship now? You never want to interfere with his work life because you love and support his career.

But today, you were done with his shit. The same old excuses that he makes every week, it was just too much to handle.

You and Yunho were supposed to go on a date at this cafe. He told you to wait there for him since he will be coming late again. You started to bite your lower lips, eyes wandering around, and letting out big sighs waiting for 30 minutes that turned into hours.

You were worried that something bad might’ve happened and immediately you turned on your phone to check the message that was sent just 5 minutes ago.

*I’m gonna be released at 12 am or later due to my delayed schedule. The members and I need to go film this video today.* - Yunho

Again, your feelings were filled with disappointment. Each time he texts you that he’ll be coming late, your trust for him slowly fades away. Nevertheless, you were still sitting inside the cafe waiting for your drink that you had just ordered after knowing that your boyfriend Yunho won’t be coming.

“I can’t just let these workers' effort go to waste. I shall at least enjoy it before I go.” You talk to yourself looking out at the window.

Suddenly, thunder struck a tree and rain drops were coming down like they were full of tears. You thought to yourself, “How stupid of me to forget to bring an umbrella?” You let out another sigh as your fingers ran through your head to the end of your hair strands.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Yunjae’s voice echoed through your ears and finally you snapped out of daydreaming. “Why are you here alone, without Yunho?” Yunjae is your childhood best friend and he knows everything about you.

“Well apparently these days Yunho’s been saying that he’s ‘busy’ with his work.” You put out your two fingers by making a quote to sound sarcastic.

“Well why don’t you hang out with me then?” You know damn well that Yunjae is a flirty ass man but whenever you feel sad, lonely, or mad he will always be there for you.

“You know, since Yunho is so busy, let's go to this upcoming party?” He suggested.

“Ah no thanks, I'm fine. I can’t even go if I want to.” You let out a fake laugh when he can literally tell that you are lying.

“Just let me know when you decided to go. I’m always available 24/7 for you.” He smirked looking at you when you heard the doorbell open so you turn your head to see a couple coming inside.

You were shocked to see him with the same girl. Yunho and Jieun have been working on this music together these past few months. Sometimes when you are in the studio both of them act like you are not even there. It felt like they were more of a couple than you guys.

“You called this busy?” You whisper under your breath, blood boiling inside your head, but you were just sitting there observing them slowly. But you can hear Yunho’s laugh getting louder and louder each time when she comes up closer to whisper something into his ear.

You know that, that’s his most sensitive spot out of all body parts.

“He sure is busy. Accompanied by a girl, why are you just sitting here? Are you not even gonna do anything about it?” Yunjae asked as you rolled your eyes and turned to look away.

The fact that Yunho doesn’t even know that you are here in the same ass cafe with them, he dares to test you with your patients.

“Fuck this shit!” You stood the fuck up and made your way towards them. “I thought you said you were busy filming? Is this part of the scene?” Yunho’s eyebrow raised up as the girl next to him glared at you because you interrupted their ‘precious’ conversation.

“Y-y/n-ah?” Yunho was looking real suspicious, hesitating while saying your name like that, and the way his tone changed from being happy to being caught in 4K real quick.

“We do not look like what it seems to be in your assumption. We were just working with music and got tired so I offered to buy a drink for her-“So you made your so called busy time to have a drink with her but decided to cancel our only weekend time when you spend only 30 minutes with me and immediately you have to go to work already? I guess this won’t work out anymore right?” Yunho was about to say something when you cut him off again, “That’s completely fine then, I guess I will have to be the bigger person and stop getting in your way.”

“Y/n, wait! Let me explain, will you?!?” Yunho started to walk after you but you can hear Jieun trying to stop him from walking and told him not to follow after you.

You were purposely walking slowly just to wait for him and grab your wrist, at least drag you out and try to make you listen to him. A hope was still dying to make you believe that Yunho is not cheating.

“Sorry Jieun, Y/n, let’s go.” Yunho took your wrist and grabbed you inside his car. “Let me go!“ You tried to open the door as Yunho came closer and pinned both of your hands up. He stares intensely at you, a glare that you have never ever seen. You were caught off guard as he went in and gave you a kiss.

“You’re jealous?” His voice being gentle and soft around you was the only way for you to calm down. “I’m not even jealous…I’m disappointed in you. You chose her over our only time together. I don’t want to see you anymore.” You slowly look down to avoid his eyes but he raises your chin up with both of his hands cupping your face.

“Princess, you do know that you’re the only one for me. Right?” Yunho started to come closer when you quickly placed both of your hands on his chest to push him slightly away. “S-stop, I’m not in the mood for it. You make me feel like I’m the bad guy for ruining your precious days with her.”

“Who says that huh? You are just thinking too much. Nothing is happening between Jieun and I. I’m only into you princess.” He leaned in closer and gave you another kiss.

“Ugh! Fine….But another excuse then I’m done. Like really.” Yunho tilted his head and kept coming in to give another kiss. You can feel him smiling, “Alright princess anything for you.”

But did you really think that that was gonna be the end of it. Of course not!

Some weeks later.

You went to the store and bought this cute giant puppy plushie for him since it kinda looks like him so you wanted to surprise him by coming inside his studio without notifying him.

“Yunho I got you this-how could you!” Yunho’s body was on top of Jieun and so her hand was on his chest. In a second she was trying to pull his neck down so they can kiss however, Yunho stood up and looked at you with full of guilt on his face. You couldn’t believe what the fuck you just saw. How could Yunho lie to you like that? He was literally cheating on you this whole time!

You left for good. Went home and packed your bags and went to stay at Yunjae’s house.

“How could you do that?!” Yunho glared at Jieun as she was giving him looks. “But Oppa, it’s not my fault that I’m starting to fall in love with you. Just because Y/n’s birthday is coming you don’t even need all of this for her. Why spend on that low-life class like her when you can spend it on a high level girl like me?”

“Don’t you dare say that again and don’t ever talk low about my y/n like that. A high level girl but that with that heart and lips of yours..are not even low because a low person can do much better than you. You’re just jealous of her. I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Yunho quickly left and went to go find you.

However, you were already at Yunjae’s place. You don’t even have the strength to unpack your bags on the floor. You were just laying on the guest bed, crying like a fool for him.

“Uhm..y-y/n Yunho’s here.” Yunjae slightly knocked on the door and when you heard that, a big sigh just came out from you. “Tell him that I’m not here. Lie to him that I’m probably at Seonghwa’s place.” You wish you went to Seonghwa but if you go over there what can they do? Of course, let him in and Seonghwa will just make you face him. It’s not like they won’t understand but being with Yunjae, it would be better.

You’re not ready yet. Right now everything is coming at you. You felt like a fool for believing him.

“Okay,” Yunjae went to the door and finally replied back. “She’s not here and so why is that? Did you guys fight?” Trying not to expose that you were here, he made a pretty much unsuspicious move there. “I know she is in there, let me talk to her.”

“She’s not! I’m having fun with my girl. Go away! She’s probably at Seonghwa!” Yunho was taken back when he heard that Yunjae was doing those things with a girl inside. “I-I’m sorry…” and so he left.

Days later

“Come out and eat. I made dinner.“ Yunjae knocks on the door but all you can think about is Yunho. “Come on, it’s been days and you haven’t been eating. You’re making me worry as each day goes by..mostly Yunho. I think you should let him explain, he seems like he’s going through a hell.” Yunjae said as you immediately open the door when you heard that Yunho wasn’t feeling well.

“Where is he?” You asked. “I don’t know..probably laying down at his house rethinking about his life decisions because he didn’t even have the chance to explain to you”

“N-no that can’t be…”

“Y/n, I wish to tell you the truth but you should go back. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“Yunjae-ah…you’re the only friend I can go to and right now you’re gonna make me face someone I hate the most.”

“Hate is such a strong word, I’m sure you miss him as much as he does too. Go to this place at 4:30, Yunho’s waiting there for you.”

Hours later.

“I’m not going. No matter what, I'm not even thinking about showing up at that place. How dare he lie to me and want to see me?” You put your arms together folded in front of your chest and frown while Yunjae came in. “Just give him a chan-“No!”

*2 minutes later*

“Yunho’s been waiting-“NO!”

*2 minutes 5 seconds later*

“Hurry I feel bad-“For fuck sake Yunjae! I said no! I won’t go!”

*1 hour later*

“Just go y/n, I know you still love him and so he does too. You know what! You’re becoming so stubborn that I just have to drag you there. That's the only way it will work out, get her Jongho and Yeosang!” You immediately turn to look at them but they were so fast that you were already blind folded by them.

“Ugh! Stop moving around.” Yeosang complained as you wouldn’t stop moving inside the car sitting in between them. “No, I can’t stop. You guys are kidnapping me to some places where I don’t even want to be at.”

“We’re here. Open the blind folded when you guys reach there and let’s go.” Yunjae said stopping the car when you heard Jongho opening the door. “What you mean about going somewhere after dropping me off? Let me free!” You tried to resist but they were just too strong.

“Ugh! Guys please stop this, I don't want to see his face-“Y/n..” Yunho’s voice called out to you as your body froze in that place. “L-let me free. I need to go.”

But suddenly a guitar was being played. Someone was strumming a guitar. “I know I haven’t been true to you these past few days, but I have something to say~” Yunho is singing?

Jongho and Yeosang finally unfolded the cloth and let you see him. “You’re my woman, you’re the only one I wanna be with forever~”

“What’s the meaning of all of this?” You questioned him as he stopped singing. “I have been planning this for a long time. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this, that’s why I’ve been really busy. I shouldn’t have let this happen but it already did. I really have no feelings towards Jieun, she was a bad person.I only want to see you smile and laugh. Forgive me hmmh..?” Yunho started to walk towards you but you just froze there, still shocked.

“I promise you, you don’t need to worry about this anymore. Jieun, she will never get in our way again. It was my fault for making this happen.” You hit his chest and tears suddenly streams down on your face. “Why?? I don’t need anything big but you….Yes, it’s your fault.” You finally look up to meet up with his eyes. Reuniting together was one of the best feelings ever.

“I know, it’s my fault not yours. I’m never going to be busy for you again, my princess. You know my love for you will never stop.” You started to cringe but chuckled at him. “I hate you but I love you so much…let’s hear the masterpiece that you made for me.” Yunho hugged you and quickly placed his lips onto yours for a peck and went on to sing for you.

“But before I start this is all from me-from the bottom of my heart baby,” he winked at you as you chuckled and pulled your hair behind your right ears smiling back at him.

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Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 8. Familiar Figure

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 1,671

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

Tim paced across boardwalk, a grim look of worry etched on his face. He had decided to skip school after the encounter with Blake.

"I'm glad you agreed to meet me." Blake posed himself confidently on the opposite end of the boardwalk. Tim stopped in his tracks to greet him.

"Y-you didn't give me a choice." Tim muttered under his breath.

"Oh right!" Blake smiled. He reached into his jacket, taking out Tim's notebook. "You desperately want this back, don't you?" Blake waved around the book to tease a helpless Tim.

"I-I met you here like y-you asked! What e-else could you want?"

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You bade Jaya a goodnight after a long conversation with her about how you had received all of your injuries. She voiced that she was worried about you, but didn't stop you from going home.

You planned to wait a bit longer before heading to the bakery, opting to take a walk on the nearby beach. It was late on a weekday, meaning there wouldn't be many tourists. The late afternoon sunlight shined across the sand, casting long shadows across the ground as you walked.

It was quiet. The wind was only a slight breeze today, so only small waves broke upon the sandbank. Saint Rosewater had a white sand beach that stretched across the gulf. Miscellaneous wooden piers, docks, and board walks dotted the shoreline into the distance further than the eye could see.

You found an isolated section of beach to relax. There were some people on a boardwalk several meters away, but other than that, you were alone.

After everything that had been happening lately, you needed a moment of tranquility. Closing your eyes you simply listened to the waves as they crept up and down the sand.

"No! Stop!"

Just as you were having this small moment of peace it was shattered. You squinted at the boardwalk that was in the distance from where you head someone yelling. You could see three figures, but with the way the sun was setting, you couldn't make out what they looked like. A sense of disappointment filled you. It was tempting to just ignore the scene, until two of the figures started running away. Before you knew what you were doing, you were running towards the person who was lying completely still on the boardwalk.

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When you reached the boardwalk, you couldn't see the two figures from earlier who ran away. There wasn't any time to chase them. You ran down to end of the boardwalk where you saw the attack happen. Much to your dismay, you recognized the boy who was quietly sobbing on the ground.

"Tim?" You whispered in disbelief. He was slumped against one of the wooden railings, blood pooling around him.

"Y/n?" You stepped closer, concerned by his current state. Tim blocked your view of his wound with his hands. An odd aura, like screen glitching surrounded him. You stopped your movements, shocked by what you were seeing. "S-stay back!" Once again, the area around Tim glitched. The air felt like it was filled with static. "I don't know w-what's going on." Tim clutched his head. "I feel r-really weird."

"Tim." You spoke slowly. "I think we should get you to a hospital." Once again you stepped closer, trying to get a better look at where Tim was bleeding from. Was this a stand? Stands had become your de facto explanation for weird stuff happening.

"I said stay away!" Tim yelled, throwing a hand up in your direction. A large vibration came from Tim's direction and knocked you backwards off of the boardwalk. You tumbled into the shallow water below, landing with a loud splash. Tim stared at the place you had previously been standing before slowly gazing down at his hands in bewilderment. Hesitantly, Tim looked over the edge of the boardwalk to see you paralyzed and disoriented in the water. A sudden panic set into Tim's conscience, and without really thinking he fled the scene.

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Your ears were ringing so loud you couldn't hear yourself think. Every sense in your body felt dulled. The taste and feeling of saltwater entering your mouth and nose took several moments to register. You wanted to swim to safety, but couldn't move very well. Clumsily, you gripped the edge of the boardwalk, spitting and coughing out saltwater. You stayed there for a while before you could summon up enough strength to pull yourself up.

You tiredly let yourself fall onto the hard, splinter covered planks, gasping and heaving for air. A shiver ran down your spine, you were soaked from head to toe. Attempting to relax, you looked up at the sky, it was getting late, a lovely orange filled the sky as the sun started to set. It was a beautiful sight that you simply couldn't enjoy.

Why was this happening? What was this insanity that you had gotten yourself into? Why did the world decide to go crazy so suddenly? And why did YOU keep involving yourself in it?

"Man... you look like shit." An echoey voice laughed from somewhere nearby.

"Thanks....?" You looked away from the sky and to the entrance of the boardwalk, but nobody was there. "Huh-?"

"Over here." You quickly looked over to the other end of the boardwalk. You hadn't heard anyone walk past you, but there was somebody standing there. Whoever it was, he waved. You shakily got up to get a better look. You immediately recognized the guy's transparentness.

"You--?" Scared you backed up. It was the mugger, and he still looked like a ghost. What was he doing here? What the heck had happened to him over the past few days? You backed up some more, prepared to make a brake for it.

"Wait!" The guy floated right up to you. "I wanna talk to you!"

"Okay....?" You paused, inspecting him up and down. He seemed calm, and in his current state it didn't seem he could attack you, but you remained cautious.

"I just need to talk I swear- Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, I don't know...maybe it's because you tried to kill me last time I saw you?" You didn't even realize you were watching him so intensely. It was tempting to just turn around and leave. You could easily pretend you didn't see him.

"Uhhh- Maybe we got off on the wrong foot?" The guy said sheepishly.

"Maybe?" You responded sarcastically echoing what he said.

"Listen here you little bastard!" He floated up to you, getting in your face. You recognized the anger burning in the mugger's eyes. "I have been floating my happy ass around town all damn day look'in for ya, and I'm not leaving until you help me!"

"Help you with what exactly?" You asked.

"You're kidding right?" He gestured at his transparent gold body. "Nobody can hear or see me besides you! I don't like being like this...." The guy sighed. "And I'm out of options." The ghost looked down at his transparent hands. He paused and calmed himself down. "I came to ask if you would undo your stand ability." He pleaded, looking desperate. You felt awful for... whatever this was that you had done.

"I'd love to help you but... I have no idea what's happening to you right now, or how to take it back."

"Well." The mugger looked at you defiantly, crossing his arms. "I'm going to stick around until you do."

"Fine." You shrugged.

"Fine?" The mugger watched dumbfounded as you casually started ringing out the water from your shirt.

"Yeah. Fine."

"I...was expecting you to put up more of a fight."

"Look dude." You sighed. "In case it wasn't obvious: I have a lot of bizarre crap going on right now, so as of late, figuring out my stand power has been a low priority. If you stick around and help me figure out how to free you from... whatever this is, we'll both be better off for it." You did your best to shake off more of the water from your skin.

"Why are you- so okay with this?" The mugger squinted at you skeptically.

"I don't know how to put it but...I think you have a good soul. I just sort of know there's a reason behind what happened in the alley. You might not want to tell me, and I get it, but I have a feeling that randomly attacking people isn't something you'd usually do." You didn't know why you felt that way, but you simply had the instinct that this guy wasn't really a threat.

You sat on the edge of the boardwalk and took off your shoes to dump the water out of them, but something floating in the water caught your eye. Were those papers? Your new ghost associate simply watched when you pocketed the soggy papers.

"My name is Y/n by the way." You looked over at the mugger who was staring at you judgmentally for what you just did. "What's yours?"

"Learco."

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Walking down the street with damp clothes and the ghost of a guy who tried to kill you was a unique experience. There was a long silence before your new tag along decided to speak up.

"So...Where are you headed?"

"Home. You can come if you'd like." You said glancing over at Learco who was floating in tandem with you. A man who was passing you on the street shot you a nasty glare. "Can we wait to talk until we're in private?" You mumbled quietly. "I don't want to bring unneeded attention to myself."

"You're the first person whose been able to see me in three days." Learco rolled his eyes, "I was think'in you'd be nicer given what you did to me." It was slowly dawning on you exactly what kind of trouble this guy was bound to be for however long he was planning to stick around.

"I thought you'd be nicer given I'm probably the only person capable of helping your sorry ass." You shot back. Learco grimaced and silently floated behind you.

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"I'm home." You announced. Senora Jones gave you a brief smile and wave since she was ringing up a customer. "C'mon." You whispered. "We can talk upstairs."

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the lone wolf

pairing: fem! reader x ateez (mostly mingi)

genre: sitcom?, high school! au

word count: 4k

warnings: explicit language, violence, blood, suggestive content

a/n: this might not be as good as i want it but I HAVE TO get this story out of my brain, i literally can't sleep because of it. i hope you guys will like it and that you'll tune in for the next chapters as well. stay safe! xoxo

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sitting alone was a choice. one you made everyday from the vast variety offered to you. for any eyes outside of your school, it would maybe appear like you're an outcast, but little would they know, you're the furthest thing from it.

quite the social butterfly, people would say about you, and in choosing to be in not any specific social circle but in all social circles, you bought yourself many benefits along the three years of high school. so it was only a strategic move, not sitting with anyone during classes or even lunch or not hanging out too much with a specific group of people for others to think that you are part of it. you couldn't risk doing that and then losing all contact with the other groups. the only thing keeping you sane in the prison that was high school was how fun it was that people talked to you behind each other's back like you were god, telling you even the darkest secrets about one another and trusting you with every bit of information. not thinking even for a minute about the consequences. you sometimes wonder what made them do it; did you have a natural talent for making people trust you blindly or did they get off on telling you stuff about people knowing that you talk to them and they could find out from you every single thing they said. but you weren't a fan of causing drama. gossiping was fun when you could hear something about anyone but no one had anything to hear about you.

so you could only imagine how shocked people were-you could read it on their face, really-when they saw you sitting with the new guy at lunch. you couldn't help the curiosity that set aflame inside you when the teacher sat him next to you in class, you needed to do something about it, even if it was as shocking as sitting with him in the grim looking room that was the cafeteria.

"i didn'treally introduce myself," you say while placing your tray on the sticky surface of the table, taking a seat right across from him. "i'm y/n." you add and stretch your hand towards him. his eyes widen a bit and he brushes his hand on his pants before meeting yours in a shaking motion.

"song mingi." he offers, the hold on your hand a tight one, making you pleased with how he presents himself. you never dug people who would shake your hand in an almost mocking manner, keeping their fingers flaccid and not putting any effort into actually squeezing your hand. in some way, it made you feel like you were the only one who wanted to meet them.

"so, what's your deal, song mingi?" you ask curiously, throwing a french fry into your mouth,

"what's my deal?" he raises a questioning eyebrow, not sure of what you're really asking of him.

"yeah, like...you know. give me a business card or something." you mutter with your mouth full, trying your best to squeeze something out from the boy in front of you.

"not much to say, really." mingi says after thinking for a few seconds, following your actions of eating.

"well, why are you here? not many people change schools in their senior year."

"just needed a change," he says avoiding your gaze and you deem it as a lie but you don't press him about him. everything at the right time. "got boring around there." mingi adds as he continues eating.

"well, that's not gonna be a problem around here," you tell mingi, making a circular motion in the air with your index finger. "you'll find our high school to be quite entertaining." at least for you, it was. you didn't yet know what exactly would mingi consider as fun.

"how so?" he asks innocently, rising his eyes up from the tray of food in front of him.

"well, let me give you a short presentation of everybody here." you say, placing your burger in the tray as you analyze all the people in the shared space, thinking of a few words about everyone.

"over there we have the book club-i've never seen them not carrying around some sort of interesting read; the theatre club is over there as you can tell-they even like to dress dramatically; and then the chess club-really fun to hang around dorks, i gotta add." you say signaling with your head towards each respective group.

"and then we have, what i like to call, the holy trinity." you say, making your voice sound like the ones from movie trailers towards the end. "we have the calligraphy club-those are the fanciest motherfuckers you'll ever see. and they have the fanciest weed you'll ever find, too." you add, pointing towards seonghwa and hongjoong, co-presidents of the club, sat at the table with other three members of their club around them. rich kids, acting exactly like that at times, but important to have around nevertheless.

"heading over to the baseball club, i know what you'd think," you say rolling your wrist as you face mingi. "the epitome of alpha males. but no, half of them are actually gay," you now point back to their table, san and wooyoung adorning their baseball jackets with as much pride as ever. the captain of the team and the president of the club-both sat next to each other being surrounded by the other players of the sport. "now that i think about it, this club might be exactly why they're gay. they're only seeing dicks around." you say as a sudden realization, figuring out immediately how improper it is. "or not. we don't choose what we're attracted to, do we?" you ask while turning your face back to mingi as he gives a light chuckle. you scratch your head in embarrassment before snapping back to your speech.

"ok, and lastly, we have the bike club. which is off the record actually, not a real club by the school books, but definitely a real one by the street rules." you explain, giving a light nod towards the people sat at the table in the furthest corner of the room. "don't mistakenly think of them as aggressive, they actually organize all kinds of movements for basically anything affecting the planet." you say, pointing to yunho and jongho who are not really eating, but explaining something to their peers, being very expressive with their body language as you figure they're talking about bikes. wearing their renowned leather jackets, more to fit the stereotype than anything, when you could say they're quite the contrary of their somewhat tough looks.

you turn to mingi, feeling pleased with yourself as you finish somewhat capturing the essence of each and every group of people. mingi seems to absorb all the information, eyes still lingering on various people in the room until they land back on your figure.

"and what about you? what club are you in?" he asks.

you blink at the question, not fully comprehending it in the first second it leaves his mouth. looking around the noisy room leaves you thinking what your answer should be, if the one you had was maybe the wrong one in this situation.

"oh, i'm not in any of them. going solo is more of my thing." you confidently answer the boy.

"welcome to the club, then." he says, rising his can of diet coke from the table and leaning it towards you in a way of saying 'cheers'.

after spending the next week getting more familiar with mingi, it's only natural that you're shocked when you hear that he's been expelled from a girl in the theatre club. it leaves you confused and a little disoriented, thinking how even though you showed your utmost interest for knowing him, mingi left out a pretty important fact about him. turns out that 'not much to say, really' became 'really fucking much to say' in the course of a few days. the fact that he didn't trust you enough to tell you certain things really arose some questions within you that you never had before. for one: everyone trusted you, so why didn't he?

"why am i hearing you were expelled because you fucked your teacher?" you ask casually, as you approach your now desk mate, hunched over a book.

the info was fresh, only reaching people's ear this morning and yet, everyone was already speculating about it. the most popular reason was the one afore mentioned, but there were others as well:

-mingi was the school bully and they expelled him because of his outrageous violent behavior;

-he was the one bullied and couldn't stand being there even for a second longer;

-he was caught having sex in an empty classroom;

-and that he was an actual secret spy who was infiltrating many schools trying to find out some big state secret (but you wouldn't trust wooyoung on this one).

people were boiling to know the reason why, but they also knew very well that if it isn't given to them, they could invent one of their own and make it reality on the premises of the high school.

"that's not even why it happened." he mutters after a short puff.

"so you did get expelled?" you ask as you sit next to him and he only turns his face, lips pressed together as he raises his eyebrows. you frown and slap his arm, feeling very much annoyed. "dude, why didn't you tell me?"

the gray haired boy chuckles as he turns his attention back to his book, fingers decorated with silver rings turning over a page slowly.

"didn't think it was that important." he says on a somehow dismissive tone and you decide to let it go for a second time, figuring as much that he doesn't want to talk about it. if he did, he would've already.

"well, it would've been nice finding out from you than from anyone else." you speak through a pout, laying your own books on the desk as you get ready for class.

"it's nothing worth telling."

he said that before and look where it got you. but there was no need to ask questions that wouldn't be answered. all that put aside, you still couldn't help but think of what kind of mischief your desk mate has committed for him to get kicked out. maybe one of the rumors were true, although you thought of mingi as being too chill to do any of those.

"there's someone you didn't tell me about, you know." mingi says slowly, his eyes not leaving the words in his book even for a second. "who's the black haired, twink looking dude over there?" he asks as he points with his finger in a boy's direction for a brief second, then placing it back to the filled pages.

"oh," you exclaim quietly.

not many people showed interest in the boy pointed to you by mingi. and by many, you meant no one. except you-the only human being in the high school who showed interest in everyone, knowing the benefits of each and every relationship. "well, i told you about the holy trinity, now it's time to tell you about god. kang yeosang-president of the student council and right hand of the principal. everyone kind of avoids him because of it, they're afraid he'd run and tell the big boss everything." you explained, thinking of how yeosang was the only other student to be alone most of the time, just like you were. the only difference being that you had too many choices wherein he had none. "he manages the clubs and everything else related to the students." you finish your thought and open the book on your desk.

mingi hums in approval as he looks towards yeosang. the pretty boy sitting in his chair in his perfectly ironed uniform and impeccably clean shoes, runs a hand through his black hair observing your stares in the corner of his eye and turning his head to the two of you. he frowns, looking at you up and down when you give him an awkward smile and a little wave of your hand. he mirrors your smile and nods towards you, pointing his attention to the teacher who enters the class abruptly.

during the hour passing, mingi shows more interest to the book hidden behind his notebook than to the actual class. why come to the school at all if you're not going to at least pretend that you're paying attention to anything? one of the many questions that mingi made you think about. you could read everyone else like the open book he was so deeply emerged in right now, but him? you haven't even figured out the title yet.

"lunch?" he asks after the bell rings.

"nah, i'm eating alone today." you reply, packing over your stuff before you both exit the classroom and go your separate ways, him to the cafeteria, you to your favorite place.

the thing you loved most about school was where it was built, at the bottom of a small hill, which was a beautiful shade of green still, seeing how school barely started and the cold hasn't arrived yet. you'd go there many times, lying on your back on the fresh grass as you ate the lunch you'd pack from home especially for this. looking at the sky this way provided you a sort of peace that you couldn't find in between the walls of the institution nearby. you always thought about the beauty of the place, and how you can bring people here, start a new habit with them and share the quietness of the place. but you were too selfish to do that. plus, all the quietness would be gone in a few seconds if more than two people would follow you up here, and you didn't want to give up your comfort place quite yet.

the only time you haven't been here alone was at the end of your third year, when you came to say goodbye to the place and found a curious san following in your steps like a lost puppy.

"don't wanna go home yet?" he asked as he approached you. the black haired boy was dangerous for you and you knew it all too well. not like he could've hurt you in any way except socially, making you like him resulting in you ruinining all the relationships you have struggled to establish until that point.

"there's not much fun back home," you answered, a little unsure of what you should've really answered him. san made you feel nervous and that wasn't good, not in any way, shape or form. and maybe it was because you had past together. maybe you were reminded of said past every time he'd greet you in the hallway.

"well, i could think of some fun things to do." san smirked and you slapped him across his bicep as you laughed.

it all somehow led to you spending some of your summer days with san. and by some you could actually say most. you were meeting a few times a week and hung out in various places, having weird conversations which, most of the times, led to sex in his car. it was weird getting to know him more than you did when you had make-out sessions at parties before that, but san surprised you pleasantly. he was less of a 'baseball playing asshole' and more of a 'sensitive guy who smelled like flowers and liked to cuddle after sex', which you wouldn't have believed in a thousand years if you wouldn't have had experienced it yourself.

you kind of ghosted him when the beginning of your last year was around the corner, thinking of how you would need to focus more on studying and less on any complication that would be if you kept things going. you wanted more, he didn't seem to- so you distanced yourself quietly from everything that meant choi san.

as you remeber everything, staying in the same spot you did back then, you're glad things have remained somehow cordial between the two of you. you thought he'd never talk to you again but when he greeted you on the first day of high school, san surprised you once again.

the loud echo of your peers' collective scream is what brings you rushing in the school body, more people gathered that you haven't seen in quite a while. based on the sounds that seem to have gotten out of a gladiator arena, you quickly figure it's a fight, trying to get a peek above the other's shoulders to see who takes part in the violence.

your jaw actually, physically drops when you only see mingi in the center of people, his lower lip cut and bleeding, looking around at everyone with his eyes filled with rage. your mates now mutter in between themselves, commenting about the unofficial boxing match that just took place in the middle of the hallway but none of the comments reach your ears as you make eye contact with mingi. you frown for a second, studying his dishevelled hair and messy clothes, his bloody lip again and his reddened knuckles of one of his trembling hands.

you debate it for a short moment, if you should get involved or not, but your feet surprise you by not giving you time to think twice as they carry you towards the tall boy. you grab him by the arm and rush him as far away from all the people as possible, entering an empty classroom as you close the door behind.

you want to ask what happened, but seeing the rage still very much aflame inside of mingi's body makes you think twice about it and you resume to other words.

"i leave you alone for two minutes and you start beating people around?" you ask as you rummage through your backpack.

"i didn't start anything." the boy says slowly, leaning on a desk in the quiet classroom.

you finally find a pack of tissues- that seems the best option right now, and pulling out your bottle of water, you walk over towards him. you wet the thin material, taking his hand in yours as you situate yourself in between his long stretched legs. his hand is still shaking, and for a brief second, as you pat his hand softly with the improvised compress, you think of what would make the boy crack. what would make someone, who seems the exact opposite of violent, act upon such primal instincts?

maybe the rumors about him bullying people in his old school were actually true. maybe you should be more careful of who you associated yourself with. trusting people blindly when you have barely known them for a week can't turn out good in any situation.

his hand covers yours entirely, you figure as you clean his knuckles of some blood, wondering if it's his own or if it belongs to the other person involved. you slowly let his hand down, swiping your hair behind your ears before wetting another tissue and rising it to his face. when he doesn't even flinch at the pressure you apply on his light wounds, you ask yourself how many times did it happen to him before.

even leaning down, almost sitting on the desk under him, mingi is still a lot taller, a lot bigger in posture than many of the people in your school. but still, that doesn't intimidate you, especially when he meets your gaze with a soft smile on his face, one that said sorry and thank you at the same time.

you pat at his brow bone first, cleaning a little wound there, just a small cut- most likely a bit more than a scratch. you watch the red skin beneath your fingers with a compassionate look on your face, knowing that tomorrow it will probably become a bruise. you go down to his lip next, swiping the blood as gently as you can, letting your fingers linger more than necessary on his plump lips.

"you should disinfect these when you get home," you say, still pressing the cold wet napkin to the small cut on his lip. his eyes were lingering on all points of your face while yours were struggling to keep their focus on the blood, staining the skin after every gentle press of your fingers.

"we're very much alike, aren't we?" he huffs with a sad smile.

you don't know what exactly makes him say this. what specifically in your behavior made the boy who you thought was the exact opposite from you, think that you are very much alike? you were sure that, by this point, he has seen you interact with enough people to think the exact opposite. why were you sure? well there were a few reasons like how you always felt the ghost of his gaze on the back of your neck in the cafeteria, how you would see him staring at you in the corner of your eye or how when you'd look at him randomly, he would already be looking at you, observing every little thing you do.

you didn't yet know him well enough to draw the conclusion when you asked yourself if he is a stalker or just curious, but being around mingi gave you too much peacefulness to think too much about the former. it was something about feeling him close, not desiring the same familiarity from you that everybody did, not requesting you to talk or to act like something- someone that you maybe are not. he was making you feel like you were alone but comforted, the feeling you were searching for in the actual act of sitting alone every time. deep within, when you were in solitude you were seeking more than not altering your social status, you were seeking that kind of break from everything, the tranquility that came with it. exactly what mingi was offering you, for he wished the same.

we're very much alike, aren't we? yeah, we are.

"not really," you mutter out slowly, making eye contact with him. all of a sudden you feel how the touch of his hand is burning on your hip, even though it has been there since you found yourself playing nurse in front of him. your heart beats faster realizing just how close your faces are and how, if you concentrate enough, you can feel his soft breath graze a spot somewhere on your cheek. maybe it was the newness of him, because what else could get you feel like this in front of song mingi, a boy you have known for not even two weeks?

"i don't get into fights." you nag and he chuckles, removing his hand from your hip and leaning back onto the desk.

you don't get into fights and you don't help people who fight either. the gesture of violence always arose some kind of urge to throw up within you, so you always turned around when you saw people solving their problems in such a primordial manner.

"i usually don't either," he says and you find it hard to believe. "just couldn't turn a blind eye on this one."

and for the first time in the almost four years of high school, you find yourself intrigued when a piece of information is not given to you on a platter.

next chapter ➡️

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moustacheshe · 3 years

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Here's part 2 of Yandere! Cecaelia! Sukuna! x Reader because @vinnieswife requested it. And I'm so glad yall liked it so much <3

I'm not that happy with how the story turned out but I'm very proud of the drawing 😅 And I made a few changes in the design of Cecaelia Sukuna but I don't think it's got something negative 😏

Part 1

Warnings: non-con, smut, tentacle sex, blood, PREPARE

You slowly gain back your conciseness as you cough up some water. It's coming out through your mouth and your nose. You try to gasp in as much air as you can. Upon trying to fill your lungs with oxygen you notice that you can't move your arms. They're chained above your head. You weakly open your eyes and look around. Fear strikes your body the moment you remember what happened. You're in some kind of cave. There's a big hole in the ground that's filled with water, which leaves you guessing if it's an underwater cave. It's illuminated by little glowing rocks. They seem to glow by themselves. You would have been absolutely fascinated by this view, if you weren't in the situation you're currently in. The cave also seems like someone made their home here. There's even a corner with soft looking material on the ground, like a bed. It's also rather warm despite that you are completely wet. You slowly try to move but your muscles hurt and your arms feel sore. You can only remember that you fought against the tentacles dragging you down into the deep before you blacked out.

Suddenly you see something glowing in the water of the hole. It's moving and it's getting brighter. 'Oh no! What is that?!' You think, bracing yourself for whatever comes next. A head appears rising out of the water. Four red glowing eyes look directly at you. This brings back bad memories. A big grin adorns the lips of the creature slowly crawling out of the water. 'He is glowing too...' The strange tattoos he has all over his body are glowing in a dangerous red colour. "Finally your awake. I thought you wouldn't wake up again." He now crawls closer to you. With his full body out of the water your eyes widen at his tentacles moving individually to get closer to you. 'He...He really is a Cecaelia... I wished that it was a bad dream.' You think to yourself while starring at him in fear.

He stops right before you as he looks down on you with a smirk. You're so fragile and weak sitting there chained to the wall...at his mercy. He would love to just pounce on you and take you right here and now...make you his. But he has to control himself...for now. "I really made a beautiful catch. A cute little sea angel." He chuckles. "Wh-What do you want from me?" His tentacles make their way to your legs. You try to back away but the wall behind you doesn't allow you much movement. The tentacles wrap around your legs and spread them. Your eyes widen in horror. "Didn't I tell you already, stupid little human? I want to make you my mate.~" You shake your head and tears start building in your eyes. "N-No I don't want to! T-That's not how it works! We are two different species!" You try to struggle against his tentacles. "Awww poor little thing. I don't think I gave you a choice. You see our species doesn't think much of 'having a partner'. So our kind slowly but surely declines...plus I've never found a female that I considered attractive. But then I saw you. What a beautiful human female you are.~ So I thought why not give it a try? Even if it doesn't work I'll still keep you.~" You start to shake as he bends down to you until your faces are only inches away. "There's no escape. We're 500 meters deep in the ocean in an underwater cave." Your mouth opens in shock. '500 METERS?! How am I still alive?!' You suddenly feel hopeless. No one is ever going to find you here nor is there any way that you can escape.

He notices your change of expression and takes your chin in his hand while moving his head next to yours. You can feel his hot breath on your ear. "Don't be upset little sea star. I'll take good care of you." He whispers in your ear. You feel weak and helpless in his grip. "Why would you chain me up if I couldn't even make it half way to the surface?" You don't know why but you just had to say something. You're not completely defeated just yet. "Oh I just didn't wanted you to drown yourself in an failed escape attempt. But mainly...for my own pleasure.~" His words send shivers down your spine. He then wanders with his head down to your neck. The creature inhales your sent which drives him almost insane. You try to cover your neck but his hand holds your head in place. He licks your neck which gives you goosebumps. "The name's Sukuna by the way. I just want you to know so you can scream it." Before you can say anything he bites down on your neck, making you cry out in pain. Your whole neck and shoulder starts to burn as he releases his fangs. "That should make you more docile.~" The burning hot sensation spreads through your whole body. Your thoughts get clouded by a very uncomfortable feeling in your abdomen.

Sukuna watches you in delight his mouth still tasting your blood. He's never tasted anything as delicious as your blood. You on the other hand feel like you're in a fever dream. Everything feels so hot. You want to close your legs but the tentacles wrapped around them keep you from doing it. "Oh.~ Do you want me to help you?~" His smug grin gets even bigger as one of his tentacles softly strokes over your heat under your clothes. You let out a loud moan. Every touch feels like heaven although deep in your clouded mind you scream for him to stop. "Ah.~ What a needy little human you are.~ I'll make you feel really good.~" He slips one of his tentacles in your pants while he starts to kiss your neck. His four hands are all over you, massaging your breasts, stroking your sides and one hand clamping around your neck. His tentacle enters your wet core as the suckers on it stimulate your clitoris. You can't take it very long before you cum for the first time. By this time you're already a moaning mess. "Already? Well then we'll have to go a few more rounds.~" You can feel tears building up in your eyes from this overwhelming sensation you've never felt before. "N...no..." You manage to get out. But before you can say more he hushes you with a kiss. As he leaves your mouth he wanders to your ear. "No what? Hm? It's not like you'll get out of this heat before we mate.~ So it's either going my way or I'll leave you here by yourself until you're begging for me to finally fuck you.~ It's not going to end until I make it end. Remember you're my mate now.~"

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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Hi could you write a soft Daryl story where he and the reader are newly in a relationship and the reader is very shy and self doubting and has body image issues . So in this story could you write like (maybe show that Merle is alive) and Merle doesn't really approve of reader and Daryl's relationship and kinda makes her doubt if Daryl will love her the way she is. Like Merle constantly makes comments about how all of Daryl's girlfriend's before the apocalypse were all curvaceous and that the reader wasn't really his type. But Daryl comfirts the reader and tells her that he will love her no matter what. Also end with sweet sweet smut?

Hi anon!!

Sorry for taking me so long!! But I'm already here!! I loved to write soft and protective Daryl especially if we are talking about Merle.

Thanks for the request!! I hope you like it!!

You're perfect to me.

Daryl Dixon x FemReader.

Anon request.

Warnings: fluff. Insegurity. Merle being Merle. Sweet smut.

Words: 2400.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden @srhxpci

You both met accidentally at the start of all the apocalypse thing. You ran away from home a mess of tears and snot, your whole family fell sick with that virus, you only managed to survive by sticking a knife in the head of your mother who cut you off so you could escape through the back door. You drifted along back roads, with dried tears on your cheeks, your clothes dirty and full of blood, the knife as your only weapon dancing in your hand with every new step you took towards nowhere. You were starving, you had barely slept since you ran away from home, you smelled of stale sweat and every time you met one of those zombies the memories of your family flooded you forcing you to run away. You were incapable of killing anyone.

Yet you were hunted, literally.

Merle Dixon used the crossbow of his little brother, Daryl, to pierce your leg making you fall to the ground with a scream of deep pain. Terrified you tried to escape from the two rednecks who ran for their downed prey, but Daryl froze as he realized you were a living person, Merle cursed as he saw you were neither dead nor food.

"Fuck, promise ya li'brother I had seen a cow." He mumbled angrily and your eyes filled with tears.

You were never a plain bodied girl, maybe too wide in the hips, strong legs and weak arms, but Merle's insult was even excessive. You had always had a complex about your body, for a moment you thought it wouldn't matter in that new world. Apparently you were wrong.

"Shut up, Merle." You heard Daryl's voice for the first time. "Ya shot her, she ain't an animal." He walked towards you and carefully pulled the arrow out of your leg and bandaged the wound. "Can ya stand up?" his voice in hoarse and uncomfortable, but he's trying to be nice to you.

"Dude, if ya pick her up like that you're gonna break yer back." Merle said again with acidity in his voice as Daryl picked you up in his arms, you were shocked and scared and not able to react to his question.

"Ya shot her, prick, at the very least we should make sure she doesn't die here." He defended you once again carrying you to his camp watching Merle make a bored face.

From that day on the three of you rode down the road together. Your leg healed without problems, Merle always had some grotesque word for you and Daryl seemed to stay on the sidelines. His toxic and nasty attitude often dragged Daryl down, making him stupid and mouthy like his older brother, however you discovered that Daryl was much more complex than he appeared. When Merle wasn't around, his walls would open up a bit with you, he would try to be nice, make you ignore Merle's insults and stupidities getting you both to slowly take more confidence when you were together, sometimes even Daryl would make you forget all the complexes and insecurities his brother never forgot to remind you of.

"Y'know, my brother just feels sorry for ya." That day Merle caught your attention with a new barb that made you look at him angrily.

"Leave me alone, Merle." You tried to confront him and that seemed to upset him more.

"I'm serious, do ya really think he likes ya?" your body tensed like a string feeling your cheeks redden. "Ya think I haven't noticed, that Daryl hasn't noticed? Come on, ya keep makin' eyes at him every time he talks to ya, yer pathetic. Ya ain't have anythin' to do with him."

"I don't... we're just friends."

"Ya and Daryl ain't friends, yer only here because he feels sorry for ya and he doesn't know how to tell ya to fuck off." He spat angrily again and you felt your eyes fill with tears. "Please, my brother has had girlfriends who were much hotter than ya, big tits, round ass. Tell me, would ya at least be able to suck his cock?"You looked at him feeling a tear escape your eyes feeling uncomfortable at his words. "Fuck, I bet yer still a virgin."

"Merle! Leave her alone!" Daryl's voice approaching you finally made you react. You stood up, grabbed your knife and wiping your tears you ran out of the camp. "Wait!" Daryl shouted your name, but you didn't stop. "Fuck, Merle!" He shoved his brother jadedly before running after you.

"Let her go! The only useful thing she can do is serve as food for those things!" Merle shouted, but Daryl didn't stop.

Possibly if he had heard him, the older Dixon would now have an arrow through his skull.

"Wait!" Daryl's voice sounded behind you, calling out to you as he kept running. "Fuck, I said, wait!" he shouted again.

You stopped, not willingly, running had never been your greatest ally, running too much in too short a time always gave your legs cramps and that made you stumble and fall to the ground, feeling more useless and pathetic.

"Oh shit, yer okay?" Daryl asked you when he came to your side and helped you up.

Your face was full of mud and small leaves from the ground stuck to the furrows your tears had made on your cheeks. Daryl watched you silently feeling a smile tremble on his lips. Carefully he took the handkerchief he always carried in the back pocket of his pants and wiped your face. You shook your head and tried to push him away from you, Daryl raised his hands in peace, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let go of me, Daryl, Merle is right." You said angrily and the hunter looked at you in surprise.

"Merle's right? since when? did the apocalypse make him smart and I didn't notice?"

"I'm serious..." You growled.

"Me too, Merle's never been very smart and he's certainly never been right about anything." He looked at you seriously and held your chin so you'd look at him. "Are ya gonna tell me what happened?"

"No..." You whispered trying to avoid his gaze, but Daryl wouldn't let you run away from him. "Daryl..."

"I thought ya trusted me."

"And I do trust you..." You looked at him hurt by the doubt in his voice. His eyes were fixed on you, there was concern in them, you felt your heart melt and you sighed. "Merle was telling me about your 'girlfriends'." You mumbled that last with embarrassment. You watched as Daryl's face changed, embarrassment taking hold of him as well, then he shook it off and shrugged.

"So what?"

"I don't..." You closed your eyes for a second, searching for the right words. "Your brother thinks you and I... and he told me that I'm not like the girls you like... that you only let me go with you because... because you feel sorry for me." You whispered and your eyes filled with tears again.

"And ya believe whatever Merle has to say?" Daryl's accusatory tone sounded offended and hurt. "It's true..." He shrugged again and tears escaped your eyes, your heart breaking a little. "It's true that ya ain't like them, in many ways, in many aspects and I'm glad you ain't like that." His gaze was still fixed on you and you looked at him in surprise. "I've never really had a girlfriend, not like they should be... it was just quick, awkward sex in a bar bathroom, drunk, high, sometimes both, while Merle was dealing and getting drunk with his dealer, I was "relieving myself" with some girl at the bar..." He confessed and sighed. "I'm not proud, but I'm ain't gonna apologize either, we are all aware of what we were going to do. While I was fucking them they were snorting the drug Merle had gotten me for 'fun' Y'know what I mean?" He stared at you again, Daryl had never told you that part of his former life, of course you weren't an idiot, Merle was always loaded with pills on his bike, when you were looking for something to eat, the older Dixon was always searching the medicine cabinets for new drugs. You weren't going to say you liked Daryl any less now because you knew about his shady past. You'd seen his scars, you'd heard his childhood stories, it was clear his life had never been easy. "Yer different. To me, ya ain't just a one-night distraction while my brother plays his ears off and go back to jail." He spoke again capturing your attention again. "I dun care 'bout yer physique, I dun care where ya came from, or who ya were, I dun need to know, I don't care. I just know that ya're important to me, that I need ya to be around to keep me sane. Ya're good for me. Ya're perfect the way you are. If ya weren't here..." he fell silent chewing his lower lip repeatedly not knowing how to go on. Words were never his strong suit, but he had managed to come almost completely clean with you, but the most important word was still stuck in his throat. "Never, never, take any notice of what Merle has to say or opine, please, because it will destroy ya. I have never felt sorry for ya...well maybe the day we met, seeing ya with one of my arrows in yer leg but that was different I didn't..." He was interrupted because, for once in all that conversation, you had courage and kissed him.

You caught Daryl off guard, he didn't expect you were going to kiss him, but it was only for a second, when he managed to react, he responded to your kiss by holding your cheeks, kissing you slowly, lovingly, his lips caressing yours. Your hands clung tightly to his broad, strong shoulders pulling his body close together. Daryl rested a hand on the trunk behind your body so as not to fall on top of you and settled himself kneeling between your legs, you sitting up and leaning against the trunk, you separated, staring at each other. Too many feelings enveloping you.

"You don't have to prove anything to me, you don't have to..."

"Daryl, please..." You asked staring at him, your hands nervously wanting to pull his shirt up.

"Okay." He accepted helping you remove his shirt and your hands caressed his torso, his arms, you ran along the shape of his tattoos listening to him sigh from the caresses. He held your hands and kissed them with infinite affection before catching your lips with his again.

His hands moved lovingly over your body, caressing every nook and cranny, provoking new sensations that were unknown to you, giving you goosebumps. Instinctively your legs tightened around his waist and he pushed a little more against you. The shared caresses, the kisses, the looks, everything was having a reaction in Daryl's body and you shuddered as you felt his bulge bump against your core.

"Daryl... Merle was right, I never..." You tried to confess but he kissed you again.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of ya." He promised you.

Slowly, unhurriedly, enjoying each other, the clothes were disappearing from your bodies, with each new garment falling next to your bodies, Daryl kissed every millimeter of your skin, caressed and whispered soft words in your ears that made you close your eyes. His mouth traveled down your neck, his teeth dared to bite and trace the line of your neck to your shoulder slowly moving down to your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin, trapping your nipples between his lips. You tensed for a second and moaned low at the sensation Daryl was sending with his mouth all over your body. It wasn't the best place or the best situation for a first time, but you were with Daryl and that made you feel protected and safe, everything else didn't matter to you. The hunter's fingers stimulated your body, watching every reaction when he caressed your clit and you moaned low or when his fingers found their way inside you, the look of surprise and confusion on your face almost made him laugh, but he knew it wasn't the best time. He enjoyed every second when his fingers managed to make you cum, your nails digging into his arms, his name coming out in a choppy way between your lips as his fingers got soaked. Daryl had to use all his self-control when he finally buried himself deep inside you, feeling your pussy clench around his cock torturously. He was slow and careful at first, letting you get used to his size inside you, but you made that sound, that pleasurable little moan when he found the perfect angle and he couldn't hold back any longer, increasing the speed of his hips, slamming again and again in just the right spot. Your moans echoing through the forest no matter who or what could hear them.

You open your eyes feeling the sun streaming cruelly in through the bedroom window. You sigh a long sigh slowly waking up. It has been a long time since you dreamt of those days, perhaps it is due to the calm and peace you have achieved since a few months ago when you arrived in Alexandria. Carefully you get out of bed rubbing your still tired eyes and enter the bathroom looking at your reflection in the mirror. You smile, your hands caressing your bulging belly, but this time its size is for a different reason. Your smile widens as your hands are covered by much larger, hard-working, calloused hands. You watch Daryl's reflection through the glass and the man kisses your cheek.

"Good morning, Mom." He greets you and you laugh softly.

"Good morning, Dad, did I wake you?" you ask and he shakes his head.

"No, I have a patrol with Aaron this morning...I made ya some breakfast." He confesses to you. "How did ya get through the night? was he good?"

"Yeah, we both slept through the night." You smile and turn to see him at last and you kiss slowly. "Today the doctor will come and tell me if it's a boy or a girl..."

"I won't miss it." He assures you "I'll be back with Aaron before our Hilltop companions arrive." He promises you and you nod your head.

"I love you..."

"Love ya too."

THE END.

I hope you liked it and Anon I hope it was similar to what you expected!

Again sorry for the delay!

See you in the next story!

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sweet-kaeya-headcannons · 2 years

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Fairy Tale

Kaeya x Gn Reader

(One Short Fanfic)

Recommended song: Tong Hua(with eng subs)

Warning : angst, death.

Kaeya came to cathedral to come and see you. H brought a bouquet that include your favorite flowers. Missing your figure he wished he could walk faster. When he arrived near the Barbatos statue, he saw you sitting on one branch, not knowing he was coming. He smiled at you although you were giving your back to him.

Your weak and pale figure made his heart pain. Even tho you were beautiful in plane white clothes/dress. He gently tap your shoulder. When you felt the tap you look back and saw Kaeya. This made your heart skip a beat. You are always happy when he come to see you.

'' How are you doing these days darling? Does Babara take care of you well?''

You replied.

'' Yes She is very patient and sweet. And she is healing me well ''

'' So I guess everything will go smoothly. Gosh I can't wait to cuddle again with you every night ''

You smiled at him trying to avoid the topic. You were hiding something. Because you wasn't ready to tell him. And he took a seat beside you, giving you the bouquet he brought.

'' Here, Your favorite flowers ''

You gasped. With Joy you thanked him.

'' Kaeya...oh thank you..!''

He looked at you with eye full of love, cherishing the figure of how you are loving the flowers he brought. Without thinking twice, he lean in a kiss on your cheek.

Your face became slight pink and smiled. Then he began kissing your forehead, tip of your nose, your two cheeks and lips. He showered you with his kisses. You were giggling because you love his kisses.

'' I love you so much Y/N. You mean a world to me''

Then he kissed your head, pulling you in a hug. You buried yourself in his chest.

'' Do you know how much I was happy when you told me you love me hum? It's like you light up the stars in the sky of mine.''

You listened to him quietly. But your mind full of words of 'I love you too Kaeya. So much. I want to be with you forever. I wish I could.' He kissed your forehead again and put together with his forehead.

'' My precious. You are my moon. You are my heart. ''

You replied him hugging him tight.

" I love you too Kaeya. You are my everything ''

After a few minutes pass, this peaceful time was ruined. He felt somethin wet against his chest where your face is buried at. He pulled away from hug and he saw those were your blood. You were nosebleeding. He was shocked.

'' Darling? ''

You started sobbing and cried. He was very shocked and waiting for your answer.

'' I'm sorry *sob* I- I wanted to tell you but I was not ready *sob* ''

He completely understand what you mean by now. His shocked face has turned into hurt one.

'' I was not ready to say goodbye to you. *sob* I wanted to stay with you forever but I'm sorry...''

You said with loads of tears. Heart painful. He pulled you into tight hug again.

" I can't be healed *sob* they tried their best too but-''

'' It's ok Love, you don't have to say sorry. I understand you...''

His exposed eye is now full of tears yet he is comforting you. You both are crying hardly. Your cries were loud but his were quiet because at least he wanted to make you feel safe. He wanted to be reliable.

'' Not every stories have happy ending''

Of course. He wanted to have happy ending with you. He wanted to protect you but he had failed. He thought you were recovering but you weren't. Damn he should've come and see you everyday. He blamed himself of how busy he was. He wanted to enjoy precious times with you. Now he is going to give all his times to you.

He enjoyed every minutes of his life before you left. He enjoyed to the fullest and made the best memories. Making all your last wishes come true. Doing all the things that you wanted to do with him.

.............

You and Kaeya were at your shared home. Dancing with the melody. Embracing each other's warmth. Your head lean on his shoulder and his arms holding your back and waist. He whispered to your ear.

'' Do you love this moment? ''

You replied '' Yes I do ''

Closing your eyes treasuring this moment. Your weak legs moving slowly with him.

'' Do you love me?''

'' I do love you more than the universe ''

'' Me too. You are the most precious thing of my life''

After dancing slowly for minutes. You two went to bed. Kaeya removing the falling hairs on your face and watched you sleep almost all night. He wished if you could stay longer with him. He wanted to build a family with you too. Even if it's only you and him, he wanted to have family.

The very next day. You never woke up ever again. Kaeya wished if only you and him were in fairy tales , you would have better happy ending. But fairy tales are not real. And you will never be back to live too. He had broken down in tears. Embracing your dead figure, crying and calling your name if you will come back to him.....

note: Sorry..Enough with angst. More fluff coming soon.

#kaeya alberich #kaeya headcanons #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya x gn reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #genshin angst #kaeya angst #angst genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshim impact #kaeya x you

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sirensmojo · 3 years

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"Crossroads" - Michael Gray x Reader

Warnings: Big fluff.

Summary: You visit Michael in the hospital for the first time in years after his departure from your village.

*Masterlist*

A/N: this is my first Michael Gray fic, plz take that into consideration...

“There’s a girl asking to see you, Sir.” The nurse informed Michael, “Do you accept the visit?”

“Who is it?” His eyes lifted up from the white bedsheet he was staring at, blankly.

“A certain Y/N.”

At the announcement of your name, his dull eyes lightened up, but it didn’t last. His mind suddenly got clouded with the hundreds of questions he usually was asking himself when alone.

Were you alright? Did you get out of town as you promised each other, were you still visiting his “mother” on Wednesday's afternoons, were you angry at him for leaving you?

“Yeah, let her in.” His answer was full of apprehension, making the nurse unsure of letting you in. She stayed there watching as the man shifted position, trying to get comfortable as he knew your reunion wouldn’t be easy. “I said let her in,” Michael squinted his eyes at the nurse seeing she was still there, and that’s when she got out.

He exhaled deeply, mentally preparing himself but he couldn’t escape the tremendous flow of emotions washing over him.

You were his first love, the first girl he ever saw as a woman, even if you were still quite young. He just couldn't ignore the way he felt when he used to be with you, even after all this time, even after going out with other girls, your face never left him.

“Michael.” You hesitantly entered, unsure of the fact coming in here was a good idea.

You were in town for quite long now, but never took the time to search for him. Not because you didn't care, it was the opposite.

He had never kept from you his wish to leave your little village and you thought that maybe having you in his life now wouldn't bring him anything but memories of a place he wanted to forget.

But as the time passed, you realized you couldn't get him out your mind, no matter how hard you tried. No matter what you did, it all came back to him in the end.

His smile, laugh, touch and love, you missed everything.

You knew very well the Peaky Blinders, just like every Birmingham residents, and you knew he was one of them.

You used to tease him back then about him leaving the village after burning it or something, and here you were, him being part of a gang. This couldn't fit your Michael best.

He was a very intelligent, talented, kind and good person, but you always knew that deep down, this tranquillity was hiding a darker side, a deeper meaning of who he was.

It wasn't a surprise at all for you when you heard about his new life, you were even quite happy that he could express himself and evolve in a favourable environment.

He seemed preoccupied with something but his eyebrows unknitted at the sight of your face.

Your finger waved curls were perfectly falling on each side of your head, and Michael’s eyes were falling over your olive designed dress, tassels falling right under your knees.

He always loved this green on you, and that only hit you now.

The aggressively sexy green dress you told him you would, one day, wear in the streets so everybody could be shocked and talk about how a woman should dress.

If you remembered this detail this morning you wouldn’t have come in this dress. Now, Michael was looking at you with those gleaming eyes and you knew that when his eyes will lift up to yours, you’ll find in them the same sparks behind his iris as when you were younger.

Maybe coming in here truly was a bad idea.

“Y/N,” he kept a stern face but you were reading him like a book. His hands were clammy, his jaw clenched, his shoulders tensed along with all his muscles.

You could see he was as nervous as you, and you also knew that if you could read him that easily he probably could do the same with you.

Michael was sitting on his bed straight like an “I”, and that’s only when you sat at his side that he leaned backwards on his pillows.

That idea of knowing each other despite time and distance was what helped you to breathe out the air you didn't realize you were holding, leaving your chest less heavy.

You didn’t dare to stay in his eyes, too occupied searching for your cigarettes anyway. You got one out of their case and handed it to the man that was shamelessly staring at you.

“You changed.” Were his first words, and you couldn’t blame him.

Michael grabbed the cigarette and stuck it in between his fine lips before you came lightening up the tip of it for him.

When he left you were still growing up, rough look and only wearing the elegant blue pants your mother accepted you to wear. You were obsessed with pants and used to always argue about the fact women couldn’t wear them.

“Not a bit, and you haven’t either.” You teased him. It was obvious he changed, even the way he was talking was different, and you couldn’t even imagine what else in him had changed if the external changes were that evident.

His eyes drifted to you once again, what a surprise it was for him to see you dressed up as you were with your high heels.

Men have looked at you before, but the way Michael laid eyes on you was different, you found fondness in it, perhaps love? Because after all, there was still love between you, right?

Else his chest wouldn't raise that quickly and he wouldn't flutter his eyes when you would catch him staring at you.

He chuckled and offered you a warm smile before puffing on his cig. He got lost in thoughts for a moment, doing the french inhale.

Nevertheless, Michael seemed so much more distant than what you remember. Either he was staring, either he was blanking looking into the void.

He never talked too much either, but presently his silence could kill you. You just wanted to feel his hands all over you again, but you couldn't jump on him as if your story happened yesterday.

The atmosphere tensed, “I knew you would start smoking.” You let out in a huff. “Mrs Johnson was so wrong about you, it wasn’t me corrupting you, you always had it in your blood.” You concluded, the words escaping from your mouth as you were failing to stop them.

You got a cig for yourself and Michael watched you carefully, following each of your movements as if you were to disappear in a cloud of smoke if he’d just blinked.

“No,” He clenched his jaw and shook his head as his eyes darkened, "I found it here."

"Find you?"

He nodded slightly as puffing on his cig. 'You don't ask why I'm here?" He raised a brow towards you.

"I read the news, you're a peaky boy now." You winked at him.

"It's not what you think, Y/N." He was chuckling, shaking his head to both sides.

"Well, my Micheal wearing suits and being part of a dirty business, that's what I think and that's what it is. And that's sexy." You were so concentrated imagining him in his suit you didn't realize you called him yours, but Gray noticed it, which led to his lips stretching into a smile.

"I knew you were about to tell it." He flicks his fingers, looking at you with squinting eyes.

You took advantage of that exchange to look at his face, examining each of his features and internalizing everything you missed during these years apart.

"You're sexy Michael, deal with it already." You stated outright.

You always liked that about him. He wasn’t talking much, not with his words at least, but his eyes bore enough emotions by themselves. If they could talk they would spill hundreds of words on the paper with no difficulty.

"Yeah? Well, I prefer when you tell that in other circumstances."

His words echoed in your head and you didn't know if he was making a sexual reference or if he just woke up the horny you.

You tilted your head to the side a second, puffing on your cig before the tip of your fingers instantly reached for his soft skin. You were rubbing the side of his face gently with your knuckles when you remembered something.

“I left the village over a year after you, my mother died and I just couldn’t stay there, you know.” Talking was your way of coping with the fact you were reunited with your teenage love.

“I’m sorry.” His facial expression changed, he now understood why you were here. Not that he was unhappy about your visit, but he wouldn't have thought you’d ever leave this village.

“Everything I know is there” was the answer you gave him every time he encouraged you to go to the cities to try to make a living out of clothing. London, Birmingham, whatever, as long as you would be able to be who you wanted to be, and live your passion fully.

You wanted to make clothes and Michael had always been your number one fan, solely because he was the only one to see the gorgeous dresses you were sewing, but still your number one fan.

“I’m currently working to be able to own my workshop. So everything’s fine.”

He peeked at your lips while you were doing the french inhale, but ended up staring at your lips as if they were mesmerizing him.

You ignored that as well as you ignored all the signs he still felt things for you since you came into his room.

“Michael, the reason for my visit is family. I Know you found your biological mother and all, but you got another family out there, right?” You got up and joined the table to crush your cigarette into the ashtray, a vain attempt to prepare you for what you were about to announce. “Mr Johnson’s gone... I heard he died in his own bed.”

You threw him a glance, you wanted to know what he was thinking at this moment because his face was unreadable. Even though you knew him more than he knew himself, you grew apart from each other, and here was standing in front of you, a version of Michael you did not know.

He was blankly looking at the void in front of him, fisted clenched around the sheets.

You got closer to him, putting down the ashtray on the nightstand and sat down at his side again, but this time you slipped one of your hands into his as your other one, slowly turned his head towards you, so you could look at him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered as you were nearing your face to his.

It’s when you felt a little squeeze on your hand that you completely dared to give yourself to him, leaning a slow kiss over his lips.

You then pulled away, but before you could go anywhere, you felt his free hand at the back of your head, pulling you closer for another kiss, this one being feverish.

Of course, he was still loving you. It couldn’t be any different.

His hand shifted from your head to your cheek, his thumb rubbing it softly. His tender fondles contrasted perfectly with the roughness of his kisses. They became needier and needier, as if he waited to do this for a long time.

You both finally let go of the other’s lips when your lungs were screaming for air, your lids directly opening into the other’s eyes.

Here we go again, that twinkling light dancing at the back of his deep blue eyes.

“Something actually changed there,” You caressed his lips with your index, “I didn’t remember your lips tasting this way, neither you being that much of a good kisser.” Your suave voice murmured inches away from him.

You were so close you could feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin of your lips.

“Well, teach me.” His voice aroused something inside of you, and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together.

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joaquinwhorres · 3 years

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Stitches & Blankets (Joaquin Torres x Reader)

SUMMARY ››››› You find Joaquin Torres after he tries to stop the bank robbery.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,000-ish

WARNINGS ››››› language

A/N ››››› OK, why are there not more Torres fics? I'm legitimately confused about that. Also, I realized after writing half of this down, that a bank was robbed, so there were probably still police on the scene and the reader'd probably be speaking Swiss-German but uh...fan fiction.

There was a body in the street, which was not what you expected to see coming out to your car.

You'd heard the wailing sirens and shouting and the thunderous footsteps--they're what kept you pressed against the side of the building for the past ten minutes, avoiding the chaos as much as possible. It wasn't fear that kept you there though, it was experience. You'd become used to the quick riots and little skirmishes for resources over the past few months. You knew it was better to stay out of the way, wait out the storm, and then go about your life. They became nothing more than minor nuisances. Bits of unrest that were there and then gone in the next instance. They weren't supposed to leave a body behind.

"Meine Fresse," you murmured, racing forward to the person lying supine on the stones, arms out to their sides, the white of their sneakers reflecting the street lights. As you drew closer, you saw it was a man--about your age with blood around his eye and nose and lip. For a brief second, you wondered if he'd been trampled, but he definitely would have looked worse for wear based on how many people you'd heard.

"Bist du okay?" Your voice was loud as you checked over the rest of his body. He didn't seem to have any other injury, and there wasn't any blood under his head, so you decided it was safe enough to gently shake him.

He didn't rouse.

So, instead you knelt your ear down to his lips, laying your hand flat on his chest. You felt your hand rise before you heard the slow intake of breath, and you rocked back onto your knees. He was breathing. He was alive.

Still, something gnawed at the back of your mind, urging your fingers up under his jaw, gently pressing into his neck. It was only then that you felt a surge of relief. His pulse was there, and it was strong. He was really alive.

And then you remembered that you should probably call 112.

All things considered, it was a quick phone call--the operator seemed to know your exact location and vaguely what had happened as you explained where you were and how you found him. Instead, most of the conversation was spent listening to their instructions to roll him into a recovery position and check for any signs of life-threatening injuries. When they told you that you could hang up because they were close, you did so and found the man blinking at you.

"Hoi," you greeted soothingly. "Wie heisst du?"

He groaned, attempting to roll onto his back once more. You reached out a hand stopping him, and he looked up at you confused.

"Comment t'appelles tu?" You attempted, hoping he wasn't an Italian or Romansch speaker. You hardly knew enough of either language to tell him you couldn't speak it.

He winced and lifted his hand to his face. "Shit."

English. Good.

"What's your name?" you asked, and his eyes seemed to focus on you once more, this time a spark of recognition or maybe just awareness lighting up behind them.

"Joaquin," he informed, and you released an arm, allowing him to finally roll onto his back like he wanted. He had a strong American accent, even through the gravelly voice of barely regained consciousness. "Did they get away?"

"Ähm," you looked around at the empty street. "Yes?" you guessed.

He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm gonna have to call some people."

"I think you should wait for the ambulance."

"Yeah," he agreed, the word breathy and pained. "That's probably a good idea."

"What happened?" you asked, and he raised his eyebrows, looking back at you.

"Flag Smashers."

"I didn't think the Flag Smashers hurt people."

"I'm just lucky, I guess," he answered, and you smiled, letting out a small laugh. He offered a small smile as well.

You could hear the siren now, the faint sound winding its way through the curving streets of Zürich and towards the two of you. Your head turned towards the sound, as if you could trace it back to the ambulance, and gauging the distance. "They should be close," you said, returning your attention to Joaquin.

"What's your name?" he asked, and the question surprised you. Then again, if the two of you were stuck waiting for an ambulance at nine o'clock on a Sunday night, maybe a bit of small talk shouldn't have been so surprising.

"Y/N," you answered, and he repeated it.

"You're very pretty, Y/N."

The laugh escaped you on instinct, although to call it a laugh might not be the best descriptor. It was more of a surprised noise, partially exhale and a tinge of amusement added through the slight smile at the corner of your mouth.

"Thank you," you said. "You are very pretty too."

And he was, underneath the dark red and rapidly purpling injuries. He had a strong jaw and kind eyes, and even the hint of a smile he'd given earlier had made something in your chest constrict.

"I don't feel so pretty," he responded, and this time your laugh was more of a laugh, and he reached up to feel at his face. You took hold of his hand, bringing it back down and trapping it in yours.

"Pretty enough for me to hold your hand," you joked, hoping to distract him from continuing to poke and prod and break all of the rules and instructions the EMTs had given over the phone.

"Well, I got that goin' for me, I guess," he said, letting his hand relax into yours.

Headlights bathed you in a warm yellow light as flashing blue lights bounced off the surrounding buildings, illuminating the rest of the street.

There were some shouts as the doors of the ambulance opened and people poured out, running towards you and Torres. The paramedic crowded around quickly, a blonde bearded man asking quick questions in German.

"Er spricht Englisch," you explained, and he nodded, switching languages.

It became apparent as police officers pulled up and flooded out of their cars that you were no longer needed. You stood up, backing away and letting Joaquin's hand slip through yours.

"You're not going to stay and hold my hand?" Joaquin called out to you, and you let a smile curl across your lips. Around you, people were starting to come out onto the street, lured by the sounds of the sirens and lack of shouting and general ruckus. Your eyes fell back on Joaquin who was still looking up at you, even as a paramedic flashed a light into his face.

"Maybe he can hold your hand," you said, gesturing to a paramedic who had slid into your place. Joaquin gave half a smile as you turned and left him in the hands of the professionals.

As you rounded the corner, arms full of blankets, the last person you expected to almost run into was Joaquin.

Part of the surprise was the kind that generally accompanied running into someone outside of the context you know them in. A larger part of the surprise was the fact that he was not in the hospital.

Instead, he stood before you, face swollen, bloodied and bruised, with the small white bandages of butterfly stitches above his right eye. He blinked at you, as if he was caught in the headlights.

"Pretty Joaquin," you said, surprise ringing through every part of your voice.

"Y/N."

At least his memory wasn't affected by whatever the Flag Smashers had done to him. His response time was also quicker than it had been two and a half hours ago, and he seemed all in all more present and less hazy. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here." Your own surprise and mild confusion had not quite worn off. "What are you doing here?"

For a variety of reasons, he was not the typical person who stumbled into the Zürich GRC Refugee Camp. He was both too young and too old and far more put together than a normal incomer. He didn't have that haunted look behind his eyes that made your heart wrench. He looked battered and bruised but ok.

"I need a place to stay."

Your eyes ran over his form, from his fluffy dark hair and banged up face to his bright white trainers. You lifted an eyebrow. "The hospital wouldn't take you?"

He shook his head with a sheepish grin. "It's just a broken orbital. Not much else they can do for it." Your eyebrows didn't lower and he gave half a laugh. "Trust me I'm as shocked as you are."

"I'll need you to fill out some paperwork."

He winced. "Any way that could wait until tomorrow? My head is killing me."

You stared intently at his face. Over the past four months of working at the GRC camp, you'd gotten good at reading people. You had an eye for knowing who was going to be trouble down the line and who would need some extra comfort and care. You knew who to push about their stories, and who to wait for--to be there as they slowly unraveled their tale.

So while there was a lot about pretty boy Joaquin that just didn't add up, you could see in his eyes that he could be trusted to stay the night. Just not here.

"You can't stay here without going through intake," you shook your head. "But if you really need a place to sleep, you can come with me."

"Really?" Joaquin asked, turning to follow you as you set back off towards your car, and you nodded.

"It's nothing special--just my couch. But I've been told it's very comfy."

Joaquin faltered a step, slowing down. "You're sure you want me coming and bloody-ing up your couch? I could just stay here and leave before--"

"I'll put down some papers," you said jokingly in an attempt to cut off the subject of him staying at the camp.

"Ok," he said, his voice distracted before there was a quick shuffle of footsteps and he caught back up with you. "Ok, thanks."

The two of you arrived at your car shortly thereafter, Joaquin moving to sit in the passenger seat as you dumped the blankets in the car. You came around to slip into the driver's seat, quickly backing out of the spot and setting off back home.

"So what's with all the blankets?" he asked, pulling his attention from the streets and buildings and back to you.

"We got a late donation tonight," you answered, flicking on your turn signal. "They needed someone here to help organize the drop off and then our washing machine broke, so I have to take work home with me." You smiled at the joke, but he just nodded, leaving you to wonder if maybe your English was off. The next few moments passed in quiet before you checked over at a traffic light to see if he was still awake. He was, but he looked dazed. Maybe he had been telling the truth about his head. You eyed his injuries which looked even worse in the red light. Like his entire right side of his face had been smashed.

"So what brought you to Switzerland?"

It wasn't the question you wanted to ask. You wanted to ask him what had happened with the Flag Smashers--why had they beaten him up so badly. But you weren't sure you were ready for that answer or if he'd even give it. So you asked a question you didn't care if he lied to you about.

"I was looking for someone," he said, and the light turned green, causing you to turn away and focus on your driving rather than him. Still the sentence seemed to end earlier than his thought as you could feel the weight of more words hovering between you. It was a familiar pressure in your ears and your chest, and you'd long grown accustomed to the discomfort.

Like many, Joaquin didn't give the thought words to escape on.

"A refugee?" you asked, and he wobbled his head.

"Yes and no. She survived the Snap."

"She?" A small feeling like a tight wire cord wound its way around your chest and a warmth of embarrassment flooded the back of your neck. "Your sister? Your wife?"

"No," he shook his head. "My grandmother."

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him look at you for the first time.

"What's her name? If she came to the camp I should know her."

"Mariana Torres," he answered, and you ran through the array of faces you'd met. There was a Mariana Böschl , but she was old enough to be his mother, not his grandmother.

You shook your head slowly. "I can check the registry tomorrow, but I don't think she's with us."

"Thanks," Joaquin said, looking back out the window at the passing city. "Were you Blipped?"

"No," you shook your head, pulling into your designated parking spot by your apartment. "I was lucky." The two of you climbed out of the car, and he met you by the trunk, pulling the blankets out before you could reach for them.

"Thank you," you said. And he gave a small grin.

"Thanks for letting me stay with you."

You gestured with your head up the stairs, heading to your third floor apartment.

Joaquin trailed behind you, arms laden with the blankets, waiting patiently as you stopped and opened the door. "Welcome to my home," you greeted, allowing him to enter before you. Your small apartment was dark, and you flicked on the light so that Joaquin could walk further inside without running into a wall or your table. "You can put the blankets by the couch, I'll wash them tomorrow," you instructed, and he did as you suggested before wandering over to the couch.

"I think I have an extra pillow in the closet," you said.

"Great," he thanked, dropping down onto the couch.

It took a few minutes to find the pillow and put a pillowcase on top of it. By the time you walked back out to the living room, the light was still on, and so were his shoes, but he was passed out. You walked over to the sleeping boy, placing the pillow down next to the couch in case he woke up and pulling the blanket over his body, your eyes once more tracing over his injuries.

You would have to speak to Karli about the violence.

#joaquin torres x reader #torres x reader #joaquín torres x reader #joaquin torres #joaquín torres #lieutenant torres #lieutenant torres x reader #fatws #tfatws

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alenajg · 3 years

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Vampire’s New Maid/Jimin x Reader

Chapter 2: The Boss

Warnings: mentions of blood.

Chapter 1

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“Miss? Miss, you need to wake up.” the driver grunts waking me up from my somewhat restless sleep. “ Hmm? Yes, I am up now sir.” I said gradually blinking my eyes open. Through mid-stretch I realized I don't know the driver's name, so I asked, “Um Sir, if you don't mind me inquiring, what is your name?” The man looks back at me through the review mirror with a hesitant glare in his gaze and speaks, “Why do you want to know? No one ever cares to ask unless I did something to offend them.” I immediately speak while shaking both my head and hands back and forth, “ No. No nothing like that at all. I just want to know, so I don't have to call you Sir all the time. Even a last name to call you by is more comfortable to me.” The man nods his head in understanding and there is a subtle smile at the edge of his mouth. “ Ah okay then my name is David Godfried. Since I gave you mine may I call you by your last name miss?” I smile at him politely, “ Thank you for telling me, Mr. Godfried, and yes you may.” Mr. Godfried gives me a full toothy smile,” Well Miss. L/N you should get going in the house. Mr. Park is waiting for you in his meeting room. Then the main Butler will greet you at the door and take you there.” I give him a grateful smile and an affirmative nod. “ Okie Dokie, thank you for telling me. That and also for picking me up and dropping me off.” Mr.Godfried replies, “You’re welcome Miss.L/N.” Slowly scooting to get out of the limousine I open the door and a gust of powerful wind and rain came into the car. “ Goodbye Miss.L/N “ I look back at him, “ Goodbye Mr.Godfried I wish you well.”

Getting out of the car I pull my coat closer toward my body. Looking away from the limousine I rapidly looked at the house and did a double-take of the beautiful view of the manor in front of me. The house has three stories with 25 windows on each level. At the end of the manor, there are rounded towers but are the same height as the rest of the manor. The tower-like structure has the same amount of levels as the rest of the manor, but on each floor, there is nothing but windows. At the top level, there is a balcony to overlook the hundreds of acres. The other tower-like structure is exactly the equivalent on the opposite side. Under each window of the manor, lights are pointing up at it and eliminating each window that makes the manor look like a golden yellow.

At the entrance, there are double doors that look like mahogany wood with big knockers, and the knockers are gold. Before that is an entrance porch with two large stone pillars holding up the stone cover and to get up to the porch you have to step up three stone steps. Right in front of me, there is a gravel pathway that leads to the front door, and on each side of the gravel pathway, there are Japanese Maple trees. Underneath the trees is dark green luscious grass.

Walking up the gravel path I feel the rocks move under my weight. Taking a final deep breath I step under the porch-like stone structure and use one of the knockers, which feels so smooth it seems like it is polished regularly.

After waiting for a few minutes the head butler opens the door and asks, “You are Mr. Park's new maid correct?” “ Yes Sir, my name is Y/N L/N,” I spoke with gentleness. The man has grey almost white hair and a scowling face. He wore a black turtle neck and black dress pants with leather shoes that shine so much I swear you almost get blinded by them. Opening one of the doors wider he speaks with a rushed, but harsh voice, “Come on! Come on now! We don't have all day to prance around like deer in headlights now do we! I have a job to accomplish and you have a meeting to be in.” “Oh!” I say shocked about his rudeness and how he pulls me into the manor to slam the door shut behind me. As much as I wanted to say excuse me I held my tongue and looked down towards my feet.

Not saying anything the elderly man turns around on the balls of his feet and starts walking up the stairs. Since his back was turned I quickly looked around the astounding manor while trying to keep up with him.

Outside the manor is all stone and glass windows except the door, but inside is just like the door everything interior-wise was mahogany. The doorways, the floors, the walls, and the stairs are all wood. Seeing the walls there was a pattern of squares on them that were sunken in, and the ceiling was wood as well, but there are patterns of swirls and circles highlighting the perimeters of the ceiling. On the sides of the walls about five feet apart are light fixtures that are crystal and gold. In the middle of the ceiling, there is a chandelier that looks like an upside-down tree. The area that would be the trunk and branches are gold, and the leaf like crystals are the lights. You can tell everything is up kept because everything has a gloss or shine to it.

Going up the stairs I noticed that there is a dark royal blue fluffy carpet, and at end of the first stir case there is two hallways that splits to go either east or west of the manor. Before the staircase ends it splits into two rounded staircases that go up to the second floor. Noticing this we go up on the right side of the staircase. The second level looks like a bunch of rooms and all the doors are open to see that they are unoccupied.

Thinking this is where we were going to stop I found out that I was corrected because the head butler went up another staircase, but this is a single staircase like the one on the bottom floor. Going up the staircase I noticed it was getting more bright and it smelled different, unlike the other floors. It smelt like citrus and mint with a touch of fresh air. Being directed to the west side of the manor we went to the very end of the hall where the tower-like structure is.

At the end of the hall, two twin-like doors are closed with handles that are made of gold and crystal. The head butler stops and speaks with a harsh tone, “Here is the meeting room where you will meet Mr.Park. After the meeting, he will show you to the room that you'll be staying in. Next, he will bring you to the head maid’s office so you can start working right away.” I wanted to reply as a thank you, but he simply turned and quickly walked away with his head held high.

Sighing I swiveled back around and knocked on the door because I didn't know if I was supposed to just walk in. Not hearing anything I peek my head in the room calling out, “Hello, Mr.Park?” Again nobody answered, so I walked in to look around and wait for him.

The place is full of windows and I can see a gorgeous view of the Japanese Maple trees and the infinite acres of green grass. Wanting a better look I went in-between his coffee table; made out of glass and gold, and one of his dark royal blue leather sofas. Then I had to go around his big desk made out of oak wood to get to the French glass doors leading to the balcony. Opening them I stepped out into the cold fresh air just to notice it stopped raining. Slowly walking further out onto the balcony just to lean on the stone railing to enjoy the view. Closing my eyes and breathing in the air I enjoyed my surroundings.

Suddenly I hear a sweet voice speak in a warning tone, “ Who are you, and why are you in my office?” Jumping out of my skin I hastily turn around to see a gorgeous man with threatening glazed brown eyes. His eyebrows lifted in question. I force down the clog in my throat and speak with what I hope is a respectful voice,” Mr.Park I am your new maid and blood donor Y/N L/N. I was showed here and was told to meet you here. I'm sorry if I offended you or broke any rules, Sir, please forgive me.” I look down at my feet and bowed in respect. He doesn't reply but walks closer towards me. He hums then speaks softly,” I am sorry if I scared you. I honestly forgot that you were coming today. Nice to meet you Miss.L/N, but next time don't come out on this balcony. I usually don't let anyone on here. It's more of a sacred space for me.” Gazing back up I see him smiling softly, so I nod my head and answer him truthfully. “ I see why it's absolutely lovely up here and soothing if I might say. I won't do it again though I am remorseful to invade your private space. It was unthoughtful of me. It's just when I came into your office Sir I was enamored by the beauty of it and wanted to come out to get a better look.” Looking around one more time I move past him to enter the meeting room. Turning to follow me he closes the French doors and spoke, “It’s okay, you didn't know Miss.L/N, and I know. That is the reason why I go out there”

Taking a breath and putting his hands together he speaks again as he moves to sit on one of the leather couches. “Now Miss.L/N I would like to ask you a few questions and after this meeting, I will show you to your room where you will be staying at. Okay?” Sitting down on the other leather couch that is opposite of Mr.Park I answer him. “ Okay, no problem ask away.”

Now taking in his attire he is wearing a silk looking suit jacket with a pattern of swirls that are blue and black. He is also wearing a silk white button-up and plain black silk fitted dress pants with leather black shoes.

“Why do you want to become a maid?” Mr.Park asks softly which comforts me. “I want to become a maid because of the good memories my mother has had as a maid. As much as my father was a farmer he did landscaping for the same boss and that's how they met. I wish to both be a maid and a landscaper for you Mr.Park because I want to carry on the legacy of my parents.” Throughout my speech, Mr.Park’s eyes became soft and gave me a small smile. “ I see...” he nods his head then speaks again, “I would like to see your landscaping ideas for the backyard, and as for being a maid what do you prefer to do?.”

After he said that I look up at him in excitement,” Oh really?! Thank you for such an opportunity, Sir. I am grateful and... Um, as for a maid I like to organize and help serve others when in need. I like to set up tables, do the dishes, and clean bedrooms.” When I was done speaking I stared at my lap to speak again, “I don't really like cleaning toilets, but I am okay with cleaning showers and countertops. I do like to do laundry and folding clothing it is very calming to me if I am stressed, angry at myself, or someone.” Not looking up until I felt him sit next to me on the couch. Looking up at him I noticed that he was searching for my eyes and I blushed. He chuckled softly at me, “Miss, you said everything except for cleaning a toilet and cooking. Is there anything you truly want to do as a maid?” I hesitantly speak my mind, “Well you see Mr.Park, my mother took care of her boss. She cleaned and pressed his suits. She brought his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She also organized his schedule and paper/documents. I honestly desire that I could do the same things she did, but I am not qualified, and her boss only allowed her because he was married and so was she. That is why I didn't ask you if I can do such a thing for as you know I am an unmarried woman, so therefore you must think it is inappropriate of me for suggesting such a thing.”

When his eyebrows raised and his mouth opened to an o shape I looked away in shame. “Wow um that is something, but it would benefit me in many ways, plus you did say that you will allow me to drink your blood, so you being around when I am in need will help. Although, it is inappropriate for I am also unmarried,” he sighs and looks away from me, so I speak with haste because I was afraid of offending him. “Sir, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything, please forgive me. I do not mean to offend you or put you in an uncomfortable position. You can assign me any position/job and I will be happy I promise you.” He looks back at me in shock, “ Not many humans are happy to be maids. Why is it so different for you? Plus, you didn't offend me, Miss.L/N I was just taken aback by what you said was all.” He puts his hand on my hand to squeeze it and lets go quickly after.

“ I am different Sir because I promised my mother to love my life and that is what I plan to do no matter what the situation is,” I spoke with confidence while looking directly into his brown eyes. Again, he looks at me with a shocked expression, and I couldn't hold my laugh in and because of my laugh he started grinning at me. “ You know what? I will allow you to do the same thing your mom did for her boss.” This time I am the one looking at him in surprise, but then I get super excited and hugged him out of instinct. “ Oh! Thank you, Mr.Park thank you!” He gently hugs me back, but then he asks me another question.

“Miss L/N? Why do you want to be a blood donor?” Pulling away from him and looking down with a small frown on my face I tell him,” It's because I need the money to pay off a medical bill.” “ What? Medical bill? What do you mean? Are you sick?” He asks in concern, but I instantly shake my head no. “No, I am fine, but my little brother is not, he is living with a lung disorder that without a machine helping him to breathe right now he would be dead. Some treatments can help him, but I can't afford it and I understood that being just a maid won't be enough, so I was willing to be a blood donor. I know it's not the answer you might not want to hear, but please understand.” I look desperately into his eyes, but he closes his eyes tightly and sighs, “But are you truly willing to give me your blood?” Gazing back at me seriously, so I turn to speak in embarrassment, “Yes, I am also curious. I have always heard about how it feels, but I truly want to try it. If I give you a percentage out of one hundred. I would give you ninety-two percent of my willingness I am to give you my blood Mr.Park.

He nods his head from learning insight before he speaks, “How about this, tonight I need to feed anyway, so I will come to you for blood. After I have drunk from you the next day I want you to tell me an honest percentage of how much you are willing to let me have your blood. Okay?” I give him a grateful smile and spoke respectfully, “Okay, and thank you for your gracious offer, Mr.Park.” “You’re welcome, but since your going to be at my beck and call. I want you to do two things for me. One is to call me by my first name Jimin, and two, you have to sleep close to my room, so you will not be with the other maids. Can you do that for me Y/N?” I nod my head enthusiastically. “Good, well come on let me show you your room.” He chuckles while standing up.

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Hello :) Here is the second chapter hopefully it is better than the first, and hope you enjoy it.

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bl00dgutsgl0ry · 3 years

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Yoyoyoyo I absolutely adore your blog and I'm so happy to see one more awesome genshin impact writer here :3 May I get a Childe coming home to snez'whateveritscalled' only to find his siblings surrounding his s/o who he thinks let him go without a goodbye? :D I meed lots of angst with a huge happy ending 🙏🏻💜😭

Pairing - Childe/Tartaglia x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of familial death, possible spoilers.

Other comments - Hello!! I am so glad that you are enjoying my writing!! (//▽//) I did have a little bit of trouble really understanding what you were asking for but I think I got it in the end I hope!! I can only hope that this lives up to what you were asking for! Again thank you so much for the request!! This also ended up being a lot longer than I originally thought, but halfway through I just got so in the zone.

Childe was in a bad mood and everyone felt it. He had been summoned to go on another mission with the other Harbingers by the Tsaritsa and was expecting a goodbye from you. When he went to his place of residence though, you were absolutely no where to be found, with no note or anything said to his siblings about where you were going. To say the very least that was incredibly strange of you, but of course he had duties to attend to so he couldn’t try to look for you; so the best he could do was ask his siblings to relay the message to you and hope that you got back to him.

Now this of course soured his mood, not as much as getting a letter from his siblings stating that they were able to relay the message but still not hearing anything from you. For gods sake what has come of you?! No goodbye at all?! It is one thing to not be able to see you on the day he was leaving, but to not even try sending him a letter to explain yourself?!

It was an understatement to say that Childe was pissed, there was a full blown fury raging inside of his head; though underneath all of this rage was concern. Had he done something to drive you away? Why had you disappeared from him without a trace? Did you regret being with him? He knew how dangerous it was to keep you around, and how frustrating it must’ve been for you to deal with his unruly work schedule of being a Harbinger, so it would make sense for you to try and leave. Now he wasn’t only mad at you, he was even angrier with himself. There must’ve been something he was doing wrong, why wouldn’t you have talked to him about it though. Was he really that unapproachable to you? Have you been lying to him when you said you loved him?

“Oi Childe what the hell has gotten into you?” Scaramouche was not one to inquire about the others personal lives, but this was getting really annoying and it was bothering everyone.

“Piss off Scaramouche.” Something flashed in Scaramouche’s eyes when he was spoken to with such disrespect.

“It’s Balladeer to you, fuckwit. Do not forget that even if you are a harbinger I am still superior to you.” In a flash Scaramouche was as in Childe’s face as he could, with of course a little trouble being shorter.

“My apologies.” Childe sighed out through gritted teeth. At this point, Scaramouche had no more interest with holding conversation with the taller man, so he simply walked away for someone else to address.

Childe knew this was ridiculous, but he couldn’t get out of whatever funk he was in. It was starting to show to his ‘clients’ if you could even call them that. He was much more harsh when collecting debts and left almost no wiggle room for them to try and come up with such large amounts of Mora in the short amount of time he was giving them.

He wanted all of this to be over. He didn’t want to have to be in Liyue anymore, he didn’t want to have to keep scheming with the other Harbingers. He just wanted to see his siblings and you again; but in all honesty he doesn’t know what he would do if you had shown yourself to him right now. Would he reject you outright? Would he lose his carefully crafted temper? It was probably for the best that he wasn’t going back to Snezhnaya anytime soon.

Unfortunately, it turned out that he was going to be back to Snezhnaya a lot sooner than he hoped, rage bottled up in him ready to pop like a fizzy drink shaken for hours on end. He knew it wasn’t a good idea for him to go back to his place of residence so soon; and there was a part of him that was hoping you wouldn’t be there when he got back. He knew it would hurt even more, but it was probably the safest thing for you; now of course his siblings wouldn’t let you get hurt and you had a vision too so you knew how to defend yourself but still he didn’t want to let it get to the point where any of that was necessary, you would for sure leave then.

You on the other hand had just gotten back to Childe’s residence, and were surrounded by his siblings all asking you questions of your whereabouts; Teucer being especially nosy as ever. You always had a special relationship with the little boy, as he was the first to warm up to you. You didn’t hesitate to tell them where you were, and continued to apologize profusely for vanishing so suddenly. You also explained that you had tried to find time to write Tartaglia many times, but was never able to finish a letter. The siblings warned you of Tartaglia as they knew he was going to be upset when he came home, but you could only hope that he would let you explain.

Soon enough, while you were surround by the siblings telling stories and giving out souvenirs from your trip, a loud door creaked open. You all knew who it was, as the sound of Tartaglia’s heavy footsteps were hard to miss, as well as seeing Teucer bolt from his seat to find his beloved older brother. Your blood ran cold when you made eye contact with Tartaglia, the air thick and uncomfortable. You slowly stood up taking a couple steps forward.

“Um... Hello Tartaglia-” You immediately stopped in your tracks as you watched Tartaglia’s fists curl up into a ball.

“Out.” You eyes widened in disbelief as you let of an uncomfortable laugh.

“Don’t you want me to explain-” You were in complete and utter shock with how the copper haired man was acting.

“Get out (y/n). Get out right now before I do something I might regret later. I leave for weeks and you don’t even have the decency to write me a goodbye? Just get out.” In the time span of this exchange, Teucer had made it back over to you and was now clinging to your hand. You looked down at him, then back at the other siblings giving them a small smile and mouthing the words ‘I will find a way to get you the rest of your souvenirs I promise’.

You knew you had began to overstay your welcome when you saw Tartaglia’s fist tighten even more and begin to shake. Without another word and a quick ruffle of Teucer’s hair, you ran out past him, for the first time actually scared of him. You made it a point to not look him in the eyes as you ran past, scared of the look on the tall mans face.

Was this really how your relationship with him was going to end? With a misunderstanding? For now you needed to find another place to stay so you didn’t freeze to death in the cold, so as of now Tartaglia was the least of your worries.

“What were you all doing just now?” Tartaglia approached the quiet group.

“(Y/n) had brought us souvenirs from her trip!” Teucer was the first to speak, quite oblivious to the obvious tension in the room.

“Well throw them away.” This dark tone in Tartaglia’s voice made everyone uneasy. There were many loud protests including Teucer.

“They are from her family! Her mother made them for us!” One of the older siblings voices, Tonia the older sister, rang through the now quiet room.

“What?” (Y/n)’s family? They never talked about their family with Tartaglia before. That’s where their were? Had something happened to them?

“Yeah! (Y/n) was saying how they had gotten a very urgent letter from their mother, stating that their father had fallen incredibly ill, and that he was likely not going to last much longer. They left to visit with them and make sure that the funeral ran as smoothly as possible for their mother’s sake. In return their mother made all of these. You would have known that if you let them explain themselves. But of course you didn’t. This also explains why they weren’t able to write you. They have their own life to attend to Tartaglia.” Tonia’s voice was loud and harsh.

“You of all people should understand what it is like to have a family member fall ill, you know the situation with father and all.” They were right, Tartaglia was being incredibly selfish. He didn’t even let you explain yourself, too wrapped up in his own feelings to even try and consider yours. God how could he have been so foolish. He knew you wouldn’t have just gotten up and left without a good reason, he was supposed to trust you! How could he have done this. Not only did he just send you out completely alone in the freezing cold, you father just passed away!

“I’ll be right back I have to find them.” Tartaglia left as quickly as he arrived, already fearing the worst.

You on the other hand weren’t fairing too much better.

“How did I just lose two of the most important people to me in the span of a couple weeks? He didn’t even let me explain myself! I just... I don’t know.” You were sitting in the neatly made bed, inside of the nearest Inn you could find. You couldn’t stop the hot tears from running down your already red face from the cold. Stifled sobs wracked through your body as you held the small Tartaglia doll your mother had knit for him. You shoved your face further into your fathers old scarf, trying desperately to stop the tears.

It was deadly silent, besides the sound of your soft crying and sniffles when you heard a loud banging against your door. It sound frantic and urgent, which scared you as you pulled out your weapon, your vision coming to life. You slowly approached the door, rubbing the last of the tears off your face. When you looked through the small peephole through the door, standing in front was a panting and shivering Tartaglia, once again desperately pounding on your door.

“(Y/n) please! Please answer the door! I know this is your room, I asked the Inn keeper!” You quickly stowed away the weapon and hid the small doll before cracking the door open. Even though you had stopped crying, it was still very evident with your puffy eyes and red face.

Before you could open the door any further Tartaglia shoved his way in, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a vice like grip; scared that if he let go you would disappear.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know, I should’ve let you explain I am so sorry. (Y/n) please forgive me. I just thought you didn’t enjoy being with me anymore and I got so scared that you had left with someone else. I know now that, that was indeed stupid of me to think. I trust you and I know you wouldn’t have done that I just-” You silenced him by shoving your head into his chest, beginning to cry once more.

“Please it’s my fault I should’ve found time to write you I was just so busy with the funeral and with mom I just..” Your words came out choppy as you tried to speak through quiet sobs. Tartaglia’s hands found your cheeks as he cupped them and forced you to look up.

“Do not blame yourself my love. I know how hard having an ill parent is like.” Soft leather covered thumbs began wiping away tears, as you continued to cry.

After a while, you finally were able to calm down and decided now would be a good time to show Tartaglia his gift.

“My mother made you a gift too. She knits when she is stressed which is why all your siblings have knitted souvenirs like scarves or hats, she knows it gets cold here. I asked her to make something special for you though.” You extend a shaky hand with the small knitted doll to Tartaglia as he stared, eyes flicking from you, down to the doll, back to you, then down to the doll again. A wide bright smile finds his face, as tears begin to well up in his eyes; gently taking the doll from you.

“It’s wonderful I must meet this woman, I have to thank her not only for this gift, but bringing the love of my life into the world.” A rosy blush dusts his face as he rubs his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.

“Come now, we must give the rest of the gifts out. I apologize for interrupting. You must also resume your stories from your trip.”

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animereaderinsertwriter · 3 years

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Cupbearer (Eren/Reader)

Part II

Part I (complete)

Part III (complete)

Part IV (in progress)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (im watching you, if you see this, begone!), vampire!eren, hunter!reader, fem!reader, smut, some amount of predator/prey dynamics but only kinda?? there is also a significant age difference but only cos eren is immortal and all that jazz. we're all adults here. there will eventually be smut.... and do i really need to say that there's gonna be blood in a vampire fic?

Description: A story of falling in love in 4 parts.

Eren is a bad man (well, a bad Creature) who has done bad things. When he meets the great-great-great granddaughter of one of his former friends in his favorite blood bar, however, he thinks it might not matter so much what happened in the past, so long as he can make the future something worth living to see.

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Making deals with a vampire was one thing, (Y/N) supposed, but fulfilling such a deal was quite another.

When Zeke— who held the contradictory position of the regional Commander of the Hunters as well as the alpha of a local werewolf pack— had approached her with the idea of infiltrating Eren Jaeger's inner circle, she had jumped at the chance; her great-to-however-many-degrees grandfather really had been Jean Kirschtein, and she had read his old journal, and her curiosity about the Old Ways was always bubbling just beneath her skin. Zeke, she thought, must have known of her curiosity, because his offer had been everything she was searching for.

You'll have your answers, he told her, And we'll have ours. One way or another, the problem of Eren Jaeger will be solved through your efforts. There is no possible way to lose.

If only she had known how wrong Zeke had been.

At first, things with Eren were simple— well, as simple as things could be with such a delicate arrangement. It had been beyond easy to bait him into approaching her at the Creature bar on 76th Street, and aside from the first time, allowing time for Eren to feed was almost nothing. Even the process of feeding itself wasn't much of an ordeal— there was hardly any pain since he drew from her wrist after a warm soak, and the whole thing took less than five minutes— but around the second time, when the visions began, things began to be… different.

Little snippets of Eren's past began to come as the two of them interacted more and increased the amount of regular feedings. Sometimes it was as little as a feeling, a memory of a face that (Y/N) had never seen before; other times, it was like (Y/N) was truly there centuries ago, in a land that would one day become her home. Now, almost every time she let Eren drink from her, she was thrust back into a world where humanity was (literally) with it's back against the wall, fighting demons and mindless monsters just to survive; and, sometimes, the visions were so intense that she would come back from them terrified, shaking, and incapable of cogent thought. It was during those times that Eren held her, silent, resigned, and yet somehow caring until she was herself again.

It was strange; in the visions, Eren was often passionate to a fault. He was wild, like an animal, but kind, too. During times like these, when he cradled her in his arms as she was trembling with the force of a particularly poignant memory, (Y/N) wondered if the centuries had truly changed him, or if he hid that passion beneath the jaded indifference she had come to expect.

"You think too much," he told her as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. "Your heart is racing."

Of course it was— the terror of watching hundreds of people be consumed by the very wrath of hell itself would do that to a person— but (Y/N) had no rebuttal. She did think too much, and the end result was muddled reports sent back to Zeke and a clouded heart.

"You loved her."

It was a statement, not a question. Mikasa— the brave, beautiful woman that Jean Kirschtein had once loved— may not have always known it, but Eren truly had felt very deeply for her.

"More than life," Eren replied.

(Y/N) thought back to the memory— the sheer panic Eren had felt at the thought of losing his comrades, the desperation with which he strove to save them— and she amended her statement.

"You loved them all."

Eren hummed.

"More than the wide, wide world."

And (Y/N) thought that, perhaps, he truly meant it.

"What did you see this time?" he asked, his voice soft.

(Y/N) pulled back so that she and Eren were face to face, her legs straddling him. His eyes were glowing-green, and she shivered beneath their scrutiny.

"I saw a field full of demons," she told him, unable to meet his gaze. "You and Mikasa were defenseless, yourself having been pushed to your limit, and Mikasa's blades having been broken. There was nowhere to run, and you— you screamed, and—"

A large, warm hand caressed her cheek, and it occurred to (Y/N) that it was her own blood within Eren that gave him such warmth with which to comfort. She placed her smaller hand atop his, and the world seemed to freeze for a moment to allow this brief, intimate interlude.

"Do you understand now?" he asked as he did almost every time she had a vision. "Do you see why I did what I did?"

As always, (Y/N) shook her head, moving his hand from her face.

"No, I don't."

The response was never met with anger or frustration; Eren was only ever resigned to it. Before, (Y/N) might have felt scorn for such a man who cared so little, but now that she had seen who Eren had been, what he'd been through… perhaps he was simply tired of caring so much.

"You're beautiful when you're thinking."

The words caught (Y/N) off guard. She had known that Eren had thought she was attractive— his emotional feedback told her that much— but she had never thought that he would voice such a thought. The compliment heated her cheeks, and (Y/N) had to fight the urge to bury her face in her hands.

"I've always thought," said Eren, speaking slowly, choosing his words carefully, "That one can never truly appreciate the beauty of a blush until one could see it with the eyes of a vampire, or smell it as it rises on the cheek."

Eren placed a hand on her face, tilting it until their eyes were level.

"And as a vampire who has seen many beautiful blushes on many beautiful women, yours is the most bewitching of all."

(Y/N) swallowed thickly.

"Why are you saying this?"

Eren cocked his head to the side, studying her. It was a long moment before he spoke, but when he did, he gave an answer that (Y/N) was not expecting.

"Because it's true, and because I would very much like to kiss you."

(Y/N)'s heart leapt into her throat, but she didn't dare move one way or the other. She just stared at Eren, slack-jawed, as he stared patiently back.

"Why?" she asked when she had collected herself.

Eren shrugged. "Does that matter?"

(Y/N) supposed very much that it did matter, but she didn't feel the need to say so. She studied Eren closely— the latent hunger in his eyes, the set of his jaw, the stain of her blood on his lips— and she thought of how gentle he had been with her, how patient. She had no doubt that he would prove to be equally so in other matters, and she wanted him— but something stopped her.

It would be wrong of me to allow this, she thought, letting her eyes wander to Eren's lips. I'm his enemy, a spy for the Hunters. Allowing him and myself the potential of intimacy is too deep a betrayal, even for me.

Even so, she didn't stop him as he shifted her closer; even so, when his lips brushed hers, she kissed him back, tasting her own blood on his tongue.

"This is a bad idea," she whispered against his lips, shifting in his lap.

"How young you are," he said in return. "There is no such thing as a bad idea, only poor timing and execution. Take it from someone who has centuries of experience; rarely ever is the regret for having done something greater than the regret of not having done it."

So saying, he kissed her again, and (Y/N) threaded her hands in his hair as he reached beneath her shirt. His hands— warm, now, with the heat of her own blood— reached beneath the cup of her bra to cradle her breasts, and she exhaled a hiss as his fingertips found her nipples. She arched into him, pressing her flesh into his hands and parting their lips; he chuckled, dark and low, and she shivered at the sound.

"How many other Creatures have you tricked like this?" he asked, pressing kisses against her neck. "Tell me, pretty girl— just how many have fallen prey to your charms so that you can run back to your little doggy master with their deepest, darkest secrets?"

(Y/N) froze, stuck somewhere between fear, dread, and ecstasy. Eren knew— somehow, he knew— and yet he continued to touch her, kiss her, caress her as though nothing were amiss. Her whole body went still with shock, but Eren never stopped even for a moment.

"Come now, you can't think I didn't know." His lips were just below her ear now, and he closed his teeth around the lobe, teasing her with the sensation. "I can smell him on the papers in your bag; I can hear the clicking of the letters as you type your memos after I've pieced you back together for an evening. Most of all, I can hear the way your heart pumps a little faster when I feed you the information you want. I can taste your guilt in the very blood I take from you. You can hide nothing from me."

"Eren," she said as fear— rancid and terrible— began crawling up the back of her throat, "Eren, please, I haven't told him about the important things, I'm trying to make a case for you—"

He pulled away then, and when his piercing green eyes locked with her own, she stilled like a sparrow caught in the gaze of a cobra.

"I don't care," he replied simply. "You are what you are, and at your core, you cannot change that. It is the same with me. I'm not afraid of my half-mutt half-brother no matter what you tell him, and as long as you want what I have to offer, there's no reason not to take it for your own."

(Y/N)'s mind was reeling.

"Half-brother?"

Eren chuckled at her confusion.

"Oh yes, pretty one. Zeke Jaeger is my older brother, and I suspect he sent you to me just to you with the both of us." With a carnivorous grin, he added, "But little does he know that I play for keeps, and you're not the good little Huntress he must assume you are— that is to say, he must have no clue at all how hungry you are for vampire cock, hm?"

(Y/N) would be lying if she hadn't pictured Eren in… less than appropriate situations, but for fuck's sake, she wasnt blind. The man— vampire, Creature, whatever— was fucking gorgeous, and he damn well knew it, but that didn't mean she was gagging for it.

Did it?

"We can't do this," she said, pushing at Eren's chest, though he didn't budge an inch. "We shouldn't do this."

Eren cracked a grin, toothy with fangs that glistened.

"Says who?" he asked, his large, strong hands coming around to grab her by the ass. "You were perfectly fine with letting me kiss and touch when you thought I was in the dark— is it no longer any fun now that you don't feel like you're taking advantage of me?"

(Y/N) couldn't take it.

"Eren, be serious—"

"I am serious."

When she looked in his eyes and reached out with her own heart, (Y/N) knew that he was telling the truth. He wanted her regardless of anything, regardless of everything.

He simply wanted her.

Could that be so bad?

***

Eren didn't think that this would happen even in his wildest dreams, but when he saw (Y/N) splayed out on his gold silk sheets, he knew it wasn't the madness that Armin accused him of lying to himself about. No mind, well and whole or not, could ever conjure up such a vision. The woman who lay before him— naked and gorgeous— was beyond imagining. She was something from another world entirely.

"What are you doing?" she asked, puzzled as Eren stood over her, watching the rise and fall of her breasts. "Come hold me."

And how lovely was that? His natural enemy, his perfect prey, asking him to come hold her, as though his skin on hers was blessed assurance that he was there and wanting.

Maybe Eren was mad— or, perhaps he was dreaming. If he was, he hoped he never came back to himself. A world without this was not a world he ever wanted to return to.

"Yes," she hissed as he crawled atop her, his mouth suckling at her breast. No other creature that walked the earth could ever taste as sweet as her— having tasted many, many before, Eren would know— but even were that to be disproved, Eren wasn't sure he would much care. This woman would be his undoing.

"Touch me," she demanded, canting her hips up to him. "I want to feel you."

How could Eren ever deny her? He brought a hand down to her sex, caressing her there before parting her folds to quest for her clit. Having found it, he drew small, teasing circles, and she whined.

"Am I still a monster to you?" he asked into the hollow of her throat, placing biting kisses there as his hand kept busy with its work. "Still something to hate and abhor?"

"You're still a monster," she replied, so startlingly honest even now, "But I never once hated you. Oh Eren, please, I want you inside me, I—"

Her wish was his command; Eren plunged two fingers into her depths, and (Y/N) gasped at the intrusion. She was so wet already, and so tempting as she squeezed down on those fingers, rocking her hips as he withdrew them just to the tip and repeated the motion. The way she felt around his digits shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did, but as Eren slid in a third finger, he had to keep himself from letting out a groan.

"You're so beautiful," he told her as she writhed beneath him. "You truly, truly are."

Distantly, Eren wondered what Jean would think if he were alive to know who was finger-fucking his great-granddaughter, but when Eren remembered the nasty right hooks the taller man used to give him when he was being a shit, he figured that he would rather not know. Still, as he watched (Y/N) come undone on the tip of his fingers, he couldn't help but think that perhaps it was something of Jean's spirit— the part that even Eren had to admit was better, kinder, more human than most— that drew him to her.

"I want you," he said, withdrawing his hands and licking his fingers clean of her juices. "Do you feel ready enough?"

And then, as though to prove his point, (Y/N) sat straight up with the cutest little Jean-like scowl he had ever seen and pushed at his chest with no small amount of force. He went with the motion, and he found himself being mounted by her as she said,

"I'm not made of glass— if you can't wrap your head around that, I'll have to show you just what I'm capable of."

She did— and how! Powerful thighs— the thighs of a Hunter— levered her up and down on his cock, squeezing him until he thought he might die from it. He thought she was never going to stop impaling herself again and again, and by the time she did eventually tire, Eren was sort of hoping she never would. He was in ecstasy with her, and like the selfish bastard he was, he wanted it to last forever.

"Such fire," he said, reaching up to press kisses into the skin just between her breasts. "You've made your point, now let me take over."

Let me take care of you.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted as he thrust up into her, the head of his cock buried so deeply within her that he marveled at how she didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort. "Oh fuck, right there, please don't stop—"

Eren didn't stop; he couldn't. He was beyond restraint.

"May I?" He asked, tapping the wrist that was trapped in his right hand. "I won't take much, but I want to show you something."

Delirious, drunk with lust, (Y/N) nodded, and Eren pierced her skin with a single fang, letting a drop of blood fall onto his tongue. In that moment, as they connected physically, her blood connected them spiritually, and Eren groaned as he physically felt how close she was through the link he had created.

It wouldn't be long now.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried, and Eren buried himself as deeply as he could within her as he came. "Oh, oh, oh—"

And then (Y/N) was following him, shaking and gasping as her orgasm overtook her. It seemed that the world had stopped existing for a moment, and Eren found it hard to breathe even though he had no particular need to do so at all.

In the afterglow, they clung to each other like the survivors of a shipwreck; when the world began to exist again, it felt new, and as Eren closed his eyes to sleep, he knew that this changed everything.

I must keep her, he thought as sleep overtook him. I don't know if I could feel like this ever again for anyone else.

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The beauty in everything.

Boba fett x reader

Request: A thought about a one shot where Boba would show his face for the first time to his mate. Like, he has been with her for a long while but he was terrified to loose her because of his appearance (because he's older than her and because of what the Saarlac did to him) (We're post-Mandalorian)

Warnings: mild language. Slight angst. Fluff.

Tags: @anilynworlds

The sun's setting was always something you admired about tatooine, the way the blue sky would turn orange and pink, the beautiful twin sun's touching the horizon while coloring the sky in beautiful hues. It was calming to watch, something most people overlooked about the horrid planet was its beauty. They saw tatooine as a place full of sand and thugs and creatures who either scurried away or tried to kill you. People saw tatooine for its rough exterior, how it could sometimes be unfair or cruel. But You saw tatooine for what it really was, another planet with a beautiful nature. Sure it was hot and did attract horrid people, but it's sunsets was always the most beautiful of any other planet, the night sky as well.

It was always so clear, showing off the stars and planet's above more vibrantly and more brighter then most systems. But like said before, most people over looked this about the planet making them think it was horrid and just another unbearable planet. But you liked it, so much that you even found a home here with the love of your life, boba fett.

Perhaps your love for watching the sun's set is how boba knew how to find you, that and he's known for being the best bounty hunter. You've known boba for years, he drifted into your town on your home planet one afternoon looking for a bounty, his beskar turning heads and keeping people at bay. No doubt out of fear, for the green beskar harbored many weapons and the man wearing it was more then skilled when it came to fighting. But as everyone saw a dangerous mandalorian who could kill a man with a glare, you saw beauty in the way he held himself with grace. And whenever you heard him speak? You was drawn to the modulated accent. It was deep and addictive, once you heard it you never wanted words to stop rolling off his tongue, whether it be threats to someone who got on his nerves or simple small talk. Anyway you was happy to hear him speak. And luckily for you he found you to be the most gorgeous woman in the galaxy.

Needless to say after attending the once stranger's injury during a brawl and late night talks in your former home, you and the mandalorian in green armor formed a bond, one that brought you two closer, love blooming between you two.

"of course I find you out here admiring this place" a slight teasing tone was heard to the voice you've grown to never get enough of. Turning your gaze from the setting twin sun's you look over your shoulder from where you stood on the stone balcony to look at boba. His armor on.

"I didn't expect you to be back this early? I thought you and Fennec wouldn't be back until midnight?" you say as he walks over to lean on the railing as you do, his warm gloved hand resting on the small of your back. His touch sending a warmth through your body making you feel content.

Smiling up at him, looking into the t-shaped visor always void. "we managed to make business short, I wanted to spend more time with you I suppose" boba watches with a fond grin as a smile blooms on your face at his words. Although the man wasn't good with showing much affection, he always tried for you. Because you deserved the galaxy, your heart made of gold making even the bounty hunter feel soft around you. You was such a loving creature and it was only right you got love back.

"you suppose? We both know you've missed me" you poke at his tummy, not surprised when he doesn't even move a muscle. "I missed you" you add softly and decided to watch the last of the sun's set. The dark blue mixing in with the remaining orange, you smile softly at the sight.

Boba admires you, heart feeling funny in a unfamiliar way. Boba knew it was something to do with the way you made him feel, loved. But it became a unfamiliar feeling after the only person he loved was killed. But you managed to make this dark hole in boba fett brighter each day with your smiles, giggles and jokes he never really found amusing but still laughed.

"I missed you too princess" he said, his face falling a bit behind the helmet.

You was so beautiful, the way your y/c/e's sparkle when admiring something - even him. Yet... You was also so... Young. Boba was a hardened man who killed more people then he could count. Some for credits others in cold blood, he has definitely seen some things in his days, yet... Here you was. A beautiful sight for sore eye's, an angel among the sands of tatooine standing by his said and sleeping in his arms at night. Boba didn't deserve you, someone so beautiful and still so young. Boba was known for being many things, but insecure wasn't one of them. Not until he met you. Boba thought that he wasn't good enough, his scarred face enough to scare a grown man, which is why boba never let you see his face. And he was older, something he lacked to tell you. He always thought that a young beautiful soul like yourself didn't deserve to be with a old rugged man like himself.

But he didn't know that you knew that he was older, you could tell. The man told so many stories about his past that you could easily pick up he was older, his beskar scarred yet freshly painted and you knew it must have seen long years among its journey. But you didn't care about his age, you loved him for who he was, a tough grumpy affectionate man. A tender lover with a gentle touch. Boba was everything you could ever want, he was the only soul in the galaxy that could ever own your heart.

"are you okay?" you ask, his silence and stiff muscles enough to make you concerned. Your eyes landing on him, his visor already trained on you. "boba?..." you softly say and press a palm against his helmet, where you'd think his cheek would be.

"how come you've never asked to see my face?" he asks abruptly, almost sounding angry. You stare at him with wide eye's at his sudden question. A little furrow in your brows as you give him a little smile.

"because I see how hesitant you are about letting me see you... I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want to do" you say and watch how he leans into your touch. "besides, I don't have to see you're face boba to love you... I already know that under all this beskar is a beautiful man" you muttered with a calm expression, voice truthful.

And with how you looked at him with those eyes, boba knew that your words was nothing but true. You gazed at him as if he was something as beautiful as the stars above, it sent his heart into a content flutter of love. Something he'd never admit to anyone but you.

"I'm afraid that if you see what hides under it you'd think otherwise..." he spoke with emotion, fear, vulnerability. Something you've never heard laced in his voice, and you then grab his helmet in both hands and give him the most loving look you could muster.

"boba my love... I could never think otherwise, you're so beautiful to me. Everything about you has me drawn to you... You're voice, you're rare humor and snarky comments" you laugh a little and it tugs at the man's heart, "I love how even though you're known for being the galaxies most feared bounty hunter you're such a tender lover, how deeply you care about those you love....You're beautiful to me no matter what" you felt tears fill your eyes at the realization that boba hid himself from you because he feared you'd leave him if you didn't like his physical appearance.

"even if I'm scarred?" his voice came out quiet and barely audible, but you heard and offer him a genuine smile. Nodding at him while his hands grasp your wrists resting on his helmet.

"I'll love you no matter what" you tell him.

"even if I'm older -

"even if you was 90 years old and looked like a fury bantha!" you laugh at the thought and his chuckle makes you feel triumphant.

"you can take it off... But I'm not beautiful" he whispers, letting go of your hands that rest against his helmet. Heart skipping a beat at his offer you only gape at him, this makes him sigh, "please princess... I want you to see The man you love... The one you claim to be beautiful" he nearly spat the last part out.

Smile gone at how he degrades himself you gently lift the helmet, moon out as the sun's descended the sky. You slowly lift the beskar, heart beating in anticipation. once it's lifted you feel your heart flutter, eye's adoringly admiring his face. Landing on his dark brown eyes before roaming his scar's, his adorable nose and slightly chapped yet gorgeous lips. You dropped the helmet and let it hit the stone floor of the balcony as you rest both palms on his soft cheeks. His eye's locked on yours with slight shock.

Boba saw that sparkle, the sparkle you get in your eyes when you admire the twin sunset. The sun's beauty always captivating you, and that look was in your eyes as you looked at him.

"boba...You're eye's are so pretty. You're beautiful, more then I could ever imagine - you're so handsome" you gush over the man before you, his dark brown eye's locked on yours.

"you're eye's most not be working properly girl, you find beauty in everything you look at" boba tried brushing your compliments off, stubborn as always and not wanting to except your truthful words.

"they work just fine all have you know -

His lips on yours cut your words short, your lips moving together in a slow languid dance. Unhurried and peaceful, as if time stood still. You wrap one arm around his neck as your other still cups his cheek, his arms wrapped around your waist. Minutes felt like hours as he pulled away, a small smile on his lips. Yours wide.

"I love you y/n..." he muttered with his accent coming out unhidden. It sends your heart into a fluttering mess, not only because his natural voice, but because that was the first time he uttered those words.

You felt tears of joy sting your eyes. "I love you too boba... My beautiful bounty hunter" you say with a fond smile. He chuckles and placed his forehead against yours, swaying you both in the moons light.

As you and boba stood in each other's arms, staring at one another with pure love. It was then boba realized that he truly did love you...

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