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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Pete Brenner x reader 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, SH in the workplace, heavy drug mention, sleazy Pete, heavy misogyny, I can't believe I wrote this, a lot of sex, yeah idek, 18+ minors dni. 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Pete Brenner hires a new assistant. 𝐀/𝐍: I cannot believe I wrote this. For him. Ew. Brb gonna go take a shower. This is pretty bad as well, like the pacing is wack and the reader's personality changes halfway through the fic?? Idek, I did this thing where I changed the scene every time I felt bored. Enjoy, I guess???

“Just so we’re clear, I’m only hiring you because you’re hot.”

He bends down over his desk, sniffing harshly. You stand there nervously watching him as he straightens up, his nose twitching. You catch a glimpse of white beneath he clears his throat and wipes it off. His eyes – a pretty blue – have an almost wild, excited look about them. But the rest of his face is a contradiction… he looks both calculated and amused as he licks his lips and makes his way over to you.

“That means I want to see you in short skirts, dress, that kind of shit, okay? And some pretty makeup.” His eyes dance over your body, taking in your curves. You’d worn a knee-length pencil skirt and white blouse for the interview with him – nothing too scandalous but it did hug your body nicely. Pete seemed to think so, at least, as his gaze remained glued on your cleavage, “Basically, I want you all dolled up because I sure as fuck know there’s no brain up there in your head. I have a real assistant, but you’ll be my other assistant.”

Other assistant. You knew what that meant.

You also know to remain quiet as he leers at you, coming closer till you have to crane your neck to look up at him. His jaw twitches, and his eyes are still glued to your chest. He reaches out, casually unbuttoning the top few buttons of your blouse with just his one hand. The view down your top makes him smirk.

“Tomorrow’s your first day, make sure to wear something sluttier than this. Even the office’s eye candy’s gotta put a little work in, huh, sweetheart?” He gives you a wink as he pats your cheek condescendingly.

You take a deep breath and try to remain calm. You needed this job. You needed the money…

“Yes, Mr. Brenner.”

“Good girl,” he maintains eye contact with you, and it’s hard to look away when his pupils are so blown out. And despite his leery demeanour, he’s got a handsome face, you had to admit. Pretty eyes framed with long lashes, a nice bone structure and strong jawline. His jet-black hair was styled messily – either on purpose or because he kept running his hands through it. He was also tall, his tailored jacket tight around his biceps.

He gives your ass a slap as you leave the room, and you yelp in surprise but continue walking steadily lest you fall over in your high heels.

“See you bright and early tomorrow, sweetheart! I know we’re gonna love working together.”

***

“Ah, fuck yeah, keep going. Mm, just like that. God fucking dammit, you’re such a good little cocksucker, huh?”

Pete’s got one hand firmly carded through your hair, gripping it tightly as he bobs your head up and down on his cock. It’s uncomfortable under his desk, especially with your bare knees rubbing against the hard ground.

You’d showed up to your first day of work today bright and early, in an inappropriately short dress as per your new boss’s request. And Pete had licked his lips hungrily when he’d seen you, dragging you into his office and giving you your first task of the day. Sucking his dick while he sat behind his desk.

“Yeah, that’s right, you little slut, take it. Take my fat daddy dick down your little throat. Fuck yeah,” Pete murmurs. You’d quickly come to realise that Pete was every bit as filthy as you’d assumed he was going to be, spewing out a string of curses every time his mouth opened. He was also rougher than you’d expected, fucking your face relentlessly in a way that had you breathless, your hair a complete mess and your face glistening with sweat.

“Mm, tell me you’re a little cockslut,” He peers down at you with a wolfish grin, taking his dick out of your mouth and tapping your cheek with it not-so-gently.

“ ‘m a cockslut,” you pant, and he slaps you with his cock once more before shoving himself back in your mouth.

“That’s right, just look at those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I can’t believe–” his voice trails off, and you glance up to see his eyes narrow as he looks out the window of his office and into the hallway. “Ah, shit. My wife’s here. Keep sucking, baby, but be quiet about it.”

He had a wife? You don’t even have time to feel shocked and disgusted with yourself, all you can do is keep bobbing your head up and down as he keeps a firm hold on you.

“PETEY!” A chirpy voice sounds, and you cringe as you hear the door close. She was in this office, while you were giving her husband a blowjob.

“Hey, babe, how’s it hanging?” Pete says casually, his hand leaving your hair as he cracks his knuckles and leans back on his chair. You pray to God his wife doesn’t come any closer, lest you be found out.

She giggles, “Well, come on, silly. You made us lunch reservations at the Rustica Bistro, remember? I got my nails done and everything!”

You hear Pete grimace from above you, either from what his wife has just said or the fact that you’re still blowing him like your life depends on it.

“Ahh, babe, I gotta take a raincheck. You know how it is…” He gestures vaguely at his computer in front of him, “I’ve got a shit ton of work to do, fuck…” He swears under his breath, thrusting his hips upwardly subtly to stuff more of his cock in your mouth.

“Aww, but Pete–”

“No buts, sweetheart. You know I gotta provide for you and the baby, and that means making a few sacrifices here and there,” Pete runs a hand through his hair, and you can see the sweat forming on his brow as you continue to suck him off, trying not to gasp out loud at the fact that he just said he had a baby. “But don’t let those reservations go to waste, sweetie. Why not take what’s-her-name? That broad from accounting?”

“Sally?”

“Yeah, take Sally. Go on, sweetheart, daddy’s busy. I’ll see you at home.”

You’re in awe at how he dismisses his wife, but you inwardly sigh in relief when you hear the clickity clack of her heels followed by the door opening and closing. Pete barks out a laugh, pulling you off his dick as he begins to pump it around his fist.

“That was a close one, huh?”

“Y-You never mentioned that you had a wife! And a child!”

He snorts, cupping your face and angling it so that he’s jacking off over it, a nonchalant look on his face.

“And you accepted a job as the office slut, so I guess we’re both lacking in the morals department, huh, sweetheart?”

***

Being Pete Brenner’s other assistant did have a few perks. Like free reign with his credit card (a separate one that his wife didn’t know about) as well as some nice gifts here and there. Diamond earrings when he was feeling nice; a designer dress when he wanted to be giving. A pearl-encrusted collar when he was on a particularly high power trip.

But the perks came with a lot of degradation. But it’s not like he hadn’t made that clear when he’d offered you the job.

“Now, sweetheart, all you gotta do is refill everyone’s water while us men talk business, alright?”

You nod, straightening out your tight, navy dress while Pete barks out more instructions as he paces around his office. Today was an important meeting about something or the other. You didn’t really understand what it was that Pete did, but you knew it was something to do with pharmaceuticals. You weren’t sure that all their business was legal, but you thought it was best to turn your head the other way when it came to all that.

You stand in the corner of the conference room during the meeting, watching as Pete sits at the head of the table and talks business with a bunch of colleagues. He looks at you and nods slightly, and that’s your cue to walk around and refill everyone’s water with the glass jug in your hand. It’s an easy enough task, but you’re still nervous in your sky-high heels and too-short dress, acutely aware of the way all these middle-aged men leer at you like you’re a piece of candy or an office decoration.

You set the jug down on the table after you’ve finished topping up Pete’s glass, but before you can quietly scurry back to your corner of the room, his large hand wraps around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You almost yelp in surprise, but catch your tongue just in time. You go with the flow, not wanting to cause a scene as Pete casually settles you down on his knee.

You really feel like a decoration now.

“That’s a fine-looking piece of ass you’ve got workin’ for ya, Brenner.” A seedy looking man at the other end of the table grins.

Pete smirks, his hand firmly resting on your bare thigh as you quiver in his lap at the multiple pairs of eyes now staring straight at you. His other hand twirls a bit of your hair round his finger, as if you’re his little doll that he’s finding amusement in showing off and toying with. “She’s a looker, alright. That’s why I hired her, isn’t that right, baby?”

You have no choice but to nod, heat spreading across your cheeks as the whole room erupts in laughter. Pete holds you firmly in his lap throughout the meeting. You try to zone out, since their business and pharmaceutical jargon makes no sense to you, but you keep getting jolted back to reality as Pete continues to fondle you brazenly in front of everyone.

“Don’t think I’d get any work done if I had a broad like her walking around in my office.” A greasy looking man sitting adjacent from you and Pete pipes up.

Pete grins wolfishly, his hand creeping up the hem of your dress while the other one strokes your arm sensually. “Quite the opposite, actually,” he glances at you and winks, “with her around, I get to relieve all my pent-up tension, which makes work a lot easier.”

“Say, Brenner, you look like you gotta relieve some tension right now!” Another guy quips.

Pete smirks, standing up and yanking you up with him, “You’re right, Davidson. I think I do. You gentlemen mind if we take a recess on this meeting?”

His request is met with a chorus of cheerful affirmations, and he drags you off to a small door to the side of the room. The bathroom.

“Th-They’ll all be able to hear us!” You protest as he bends you over the sink, lifting your dress up and giving your bare ass a hard slap.

“That’s the point, sweetheart. It’s hotter with an audience.” He shoves his hand between your legs, pushing your panties aside and slipping two fingers inside you, smirking when he pulls them out to see them glistening, “clearly you find it hot too.”

Pete fucks you in the bathroom while the men cheer him on from the next room. And you scrunch your eyes shut and focus on trying not to moan (because he fucked you so good after all). His balls slap against your skin as he thrusts into you over again, alongside a string of curses (he was always very vocal during sex, no matter where you were).

He’s got a smug look on his face when he’s done. The smugness of a man who made a whole roomful of men hear your screams of pleasure. (You’d had to be vocal in the end, you couldn’t help it. Not when he was rubbing your clit and whispering dirty words in your ear, making your cunt squeeze around him as you came all over his cock).

He takes you straight back into the conference room, setting you down on his lap and continuing the meeting as if nothing even happened.

***

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You do, only for him to cup your cheeks and blow smoke right into your face. You sputter, trying to turn away but Pete’s got other plans. He presses his lips against yours, giving you the headiest kiss you’ve ever experienced, making you feel light-headed.

He laughs, “You fall for it every time.”

You scowl at him, “One day I’m gonna quit working for you.”

He snorts, taking another drag of his cigarette, “Oh yeah, sweetheart? And then what’re you gonna do?”

“Make a name for myself.”

He seems to find that hilarious, throwing his head back and laughing as if you’ve just cracked the funniest joke in the world. You huff, shrugging away from him and going to stand on the other end of the balcony. It was attached to his office and Pete liked to hang out there sometimes, claimed he appreciated the fresh air. As if he didn’t have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth 24/7.

You look out into the city, admiring the bright lights that made the streets come to life at night. The sound of traffic and the mindless buzz of nightlife that had a knack of making people wonder what they were doing with their life. That’s when you feel something hard pressing against your lower back.

“You know, I always wanted to fuck a girl out here.” Pete pushes your hair to one side, kissing the exposed nape of your neck.

“I’d bet a thousand dollars you’d already have done that.”

He chuckles, his hands slipping up and down your body, feeling you up and fondling you in his specifically sleazy way except it turns you on anyways. “After tonight I will have.”

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be at home with your wife? Or at least your baby?”

He pushes your dress up till he’s got it bunched around your waist, before hooking his fingers on the elastic of your panties and snapping it against your skin. “What, you think you’re gonna peptalk me into having some kind of moral breakthrough or something?” He tugs your panties down your legs and gives your ass a squeeze, “Sweetheart, you know the kind of man I am. And I know exactly the kind of girl you are.”

The kind that lets her boss fuck her outside on his balcony overlooking the city.

“Fuck yeah, shake that fucking ass on my daddy dick. Make daddy cum, fuck!” Pete grips your hair and yanks your head back, biting and sucking at your neck as he fucks you. You grip the iron railing hard, your mind wiped of everything except the pleasure he was administering to you right now.

“Mm, fuck, daddy! Harder, please!” You moan, grinding back against his dick, feeling the pure, delicious agony of him breaking you in two from the inside out.

He releases inside you with a guttural roar in your ear, and you sigh, following suit as you milk him through his orgasm. Your cunt pulsates with your pleasure, and he holds you tight before bringing his cigarette up to your mouth so you can take a drag. You do, before craning your neck and grabbing his face, blowing the smoke straight past his lips as you kiss him.

***

“The fuck do you mean you’re knocked up? Were you not on the motherfucking pill?”

You sigh. You’d been fucking Pete for half a year now, and in that time you’d had the pleasure of getting to know him on a very personal level. His likes, dislikes, his temperament. You knew him well enough to know that he got extremely melodramatic when he was high. Which is why it maybe wasn’t the best decision on your part to break the news to him when he was coked out, but you’d had no choice… Pete’s sober moments were very few and far between these days.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Pete. I’m pregnant. I took three tests.”

“God-fucking-dammit!” He slams his fist down on his desk repeatedly, before the pain proves too much and that’s when he straightens up, running a hand through his already messy black hair. “I already got my hands full with one brat.”

He loved his son, really. You’d seen him enough times with the kid to know that Pete did indeed have a heart when it came to a child of his own flesh and blood.

“Well, congratulations, daddy. In about nine months, you’ll have another one.”

He narrows his eyes, stumbling over to you and grabbing you by the neck. He pushes back, high off his mind yet still much stronger than you. His lips curled and brows furrowed almost accusatorily, he backs you up against the wall, his face inches from yours.

“You,” he sneers, “When did you get so cynical, huh? Where’s the bright-eyed, naïve girl I hired six months ago?”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t know, Pete, maybe your sleaziness and depravity killed her off.”

He glares at you, and you glare back. It’s an intense stare-down that lasts a handful of seconds before you’re on top of each other. Kissing and ripping each other’s clothes off, not caring that the glass windows of his office aren’t covered with the blinds. The receptionist would get a show, but it was nothing she hadn’t seen before. Pete had no shame, and now, neither did you.

“I find pregnant broads sexy as hell,” he tells you, carrying you over to his desk. He sits down on his chair with you on top of him, “so that’s one thing to look forward to.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“So the fuck are you.”

He shoves his dick into you from below, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly you know he’ll leave bruises. He bounces you up and down on his dick like it’s your job – which, well, it is.

“Your tits will get even bigger, that’s another thing to look forward to,” he whispers in your ear, ripping the top of your dress in half and pushing the cups of your bra down. Your breasts spill out and he goes to town on them, burying his face between them, licking, nipping, biting like you’re his drug of choice for the evening.

You’re confused, scared, even. But that won’t stop you from answering back to him, and so, despite the pleasure he’s making you feel, you shoot him a look of disdain.

“Who says I’m gonna stick around long enough for you to see me like that?”

He yanks you forward by your hair, giving you a rough and almost possessive kiss.

“Sweetheart, don’t kid yourself. I intend on keeping your fine ass around, and besides, it’s not like you have anywhere else to go.”

***

“I do.”

Pete’s wife had left him. Something about running away with a hot Australian lifeguard who happened to also have a hefty trust fund. The divorce was settled quickly (Pete had more money than his now ex-wife was even aware of, so she happily took what she thought was an equal half). Pete had one condition, though. His son had to stay with him.

And then six months later, you found yourself walking down the aisle in a dress of ivory lace, saying “I do” to the man who only a year ago had just been your boss. Now you were the new Mrs. Brenner, a mother to be and a stepmother to a two-year-old to boot.

It was a good thing you liked kids.

“You’re lucky, you know that? Fucked your way to the very top.” Pete says, his hand stroking your very pregnant belly.

You giggle, spreading out on the satin sheets below you. They’re soft and white and expensive, covered in rose petals. Pete had gone all out and booked the honeymoon suite at the Four Seasons, which was the least he could do to make you comfortable after you’d gone through that whole wedding ceremony and reception, all pregnant and uncomfortable and all.

“Not the very top,” you muse, “I could leave you just like your first wife did. Leave you for a richer man.”

Pete scoffs, shrugging his jacket off before rejoining you on the bed, “Honey, if you knew how much money I had in my bank account right now, you’d be licking the bottom of my shoe for the foreseeable future.”

You don’t say anything, instead turning your attention to your ring. You hold up your hand so it catches the light, the hefty diamond sparkling expensively. Just a year ago, you couldn’t even fathom having fifty dollars to your name… And now?

You grow distracted by his hand as it sneaks between your legs. Biting your lip, you suppress a moan when his fingers find your clit. All he has to do is circle your bundle of nerves with his pointer finger and you cum, grabbing his bicep and squealing his name, humping your cunt up against his palm like a wanton whore. All while he grins wolfishly at how easily he can make you come undone.

“It’s just ‘cause I’m pregnant,” you say once you’ve caught your breath, causing his expression to sour.

“Please, Mrs. Brenner. You’ve never had anyone as good as your husband. And you never will, ‘cause it’s all me from now on, you got that?”

“Yes, daddy.”

***

“Oh my gosh, you really shouldn’t have!” You squeal, running over to your new candy pink convertible. Pete stands by the hood, looking extremely pleased with himself.

“Only the best for my wife. Now you can do the day-care runs in style.”

You jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing a million kisses on his face. “Thank you, daddy! I love it so much.”

He grins, spinning you around a few times before putting you down, “Happy birthday, babe.”

Your four-year-old son and two-year-old daughter come toddling down the front steps of your mansion, squealing and ooh-ing and aah-ing at your new pink car. Pete looks positively beside himself with glee, scooping both his kids up in his arms so they can get a better look at it.

It only took a few months into being married to you for Pete to realise that he liked the family man lifestyle. And you could tell he liked being a provider, liked showering his family with gifts and spending money on you and the babies more than blowing it all on drugs and strip clubs. It was a shame that it took him two marriages and two different baby mamas to realise that, but at least his ex was living it up in Australia, so there was no love lost there.

“We need to come up with a story when people ask us how we met,” you say one evening as the two of you get ready for bed. You’re sitting in front of your vanity, applying cold cream to your face and neck while Pete does God knows what in the background.

“Easy. My gold-digger assistant got herself knocked up and trapped my ass, and now here we are.” Pete smirks, coming up behind you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Shut up, you jerk. More like, I took advantage of and sexually harassed my poor, innocent assistant, and the least I could do was marry her after I got her pregnant.” You smile, letting him grab your hand and drag you to the bed.

“Okay, poor, innocent assistant. Why don’t you let daddy put another baby inside you tonight?” He asks, pushing you down on the bed and climbing on top of you, his voice thick with lust as he runs a hand through his messy, black hair.

“So you can accuse me of getting knocked up again?”

“Yeah,” He rips your nightie in half, making you squeal, “That’ll ensure I’m trapped with you for another two years at least.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’ve got the dirtiest mouth, Mrs. Brenner. Maybe that’s why I’m in love with you.”

SFJHKASGD THE END!

If you made it till here... thank you! I think I got possessed last night and today so I wrote this. Sorry besties, but please do let me know what you think! Feedback means everything to me!! I love you guys and now back to our regularly scheduled programming of ARI and STEVE!

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auggieblogs · 8 months

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Mario Kart ⋆｡°✩

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Author's note: Hi, hi, everyone. This one-shot has been sitting in my drafts for a while now but I FINALLY edited it. So, yayahwgsgsjshs. Also whilst talking about the reader's gaming skills, I might have projected a little too much, yeah sorry about that.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, a determined look on your face as you tightly gripped your controller. The colourful world of Mario Kart played out on the TV screen in front of you, and you were absolutely certain that this time, victory would be yours. But, there was a tiny problem - you were absolutely, unequivocally, and hilariously terrible at video games. It was almost impressive how bad you were. You, however, were in complete denial about your lack of skills. Instead, you firmly believed that the reason you were losing was because your boyfriend was cheating.

"You're cheating," you accused, narrowing your eyes at him.

Max chuckled, his eyes fixed on the game. "I'm not, love. I've just had more practice."

(You crossed your arms, looking absolutely adorable in your pouty frustration. Max couldn't help but smile and resist the urge to pat your head like a mischievous kitten).

But you weren't having it. You knew the reason you were losing couldn't possibly be your own lack of gaming prowess. So, you hatched a plan. With determination in your eyes, you scooted closer to Max on the couch, your fingers itching to snatch the controller from his skilled hands. As you moved closer on the couch, leaning towards Max to snatch his controller, he decided to take matters into his own hands. In one swift move, he pulled you onto his lap, your surprised squeak filling the room. He placed his hand above yours, which was still firmly on the controller, and looked into your eyes.

"Schat," he said, his voice warm and tender, "I'll teach you how to play this. You'll be beating my ass in no time."

You were still pouty and looking absolutely adorable, but you nodded, realizing that maybe, just maybe, Max could help you improve your gaming skills. "I know what to do, Max," you protested weakly.

"Shh," Max hushed you with a gentle smile, and your heart melted. You were sitting in his lap, and he was going to teach you how to be a pro at Mario Kart – what more could you ask for?

Over the next few races, Max patiently guided you, explaining the mechanics, tricks, and shortcuts. You listened attentively, your determination to win gradually replacing your frustration. Finally, after a few races, the moment of truth arrived, and you BEAT MAX. Your victory was met with an impromptu dance and an exaggerated "L" sign.

"You did it, my little champion!" Max cheered, genuinely proud of your accomplishment.

With a joyous grin, you returned to Max's lap, burying your face in his neck. You showered him with hugs and kisses, peppering his cheek with affectionate smooches. Max's heart melted at the sight of your overflowing love and affection.

"Oh, and by the way," Max said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "you owe me ice cream for losing."

You pulled back, your eyes wide with mock surprise. "Ice cream? Well, I suppose I can't argue with that. My baby deserves a treat."

Max chuckled, leaning in to steal a sweet kiss from your lips. "That's my girl."

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 1 month

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Where The Shadows Dance - The Bodyguard (ii)

Bodyguard!Azriel x AutumnDaughter!Reader

CHAPTER II: The Bodyguard

SUMMARY: The Night Court must decide who shall remain to protect the Daughter of Autumn, while also getting to know the princess with a fiery soul.

WARNINGS: More misogyny! yay! mentions of alcohol, tw: beron (we all hate him its ok), people talking shit behind y/n's back, probably swearing i can't remember (also i just swore in the warning so like... it's possible), daddy issues!

NOTE: once again special thank you to my moots @icey--stars and @fieldofdaisiies for reading over my work! <33

WORDS: 2K

Sitting in the quarters Beron had assigned to the Night Court guests, the inner circle debated how to approach this situation they had found themselves in.

One of them was to play bodyguard for the Princess of the Autumn Court. Of course, there were many logistics to sort out, ranging from the most obvious one – who would be the assigned bodyguard – to smaller details, such as whether they needed more than one Night Court member to remain in Autumn.

“I’m telling you, they’re a bunch of snakes,” Cassian said firmly. “We can’t just leave one person behind. What if this is a ploy?”

“That is true,” Feyre mused, “but why bother to make a ploy at all? We fought in the war together, and an unprovoked attack against the Night Court would cause another war. And Beron must know that the other courts would be on our side.”

Amren sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree with Cassian. We can’t trust these people.”

Azriel stayed silent, mulling it all over. It was all true — fighting for the same side in the war had brought the courts together, but then again, there were people like Eris and his brothers lurking in this court.

A soft knock on the door prompted everyone to look towards the sound. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Eris, a small smile on his face.

“It is lovely to see you all in a different scenery,” Eris commented after he had closed the door.

“Eris,” Rhysand greeted. “How can we help you?”

Eris went ahead and took a seat in a scarlet chair beside the fireplace, relaxing with ease. Azriel supposed it would be easier to do so now that he was in his own home, but the sight still frustrated the shadowsinger.

“I just wanted to see what you all thought of my father’s… proposition,” Eris said casually.

“Did you know?” Cassian questioned.

Eris shrugged. “I did tell you that it had something to do with my sister.”

“There was an attempt on her life, which you failed to mention,” Azriel stated.

Eris just smiled calmly. “Must have slipped my mind.”

This was exactly what Cassian had been talking about before, Azriel knew. They were cunning and sly in the Autumn Court, and that made them dangerous.

“Anything else that may have ‘slipped your mind’?” Azriel inquired.

Eris turned his gaze to the shadowsinger, a small smirk on his face. Azriel wanted to punch the male, and he remembered the feel of his neck beneath his hands, and how close he could have come to killing the heir before him. He sort of wished he had.

“My father has already chosen which member of your court he wants as Y/n’s bodyguard,” Eris revealed.

Azriel blinked. Despite the fact that Beron had given them the illusion of free choice, of course the male had already decided. After looking at Eris expectantly, Rhysand realised the male would not freely give up this information.

“Who?” the High Lord asked.

Eris glanced at Azriel. “The shadowsinger, of course.”

Everyone looked at Azriel, and the Illyrian wanted to shrink away from the attention. Why him? Yes, perhaps he appeared more gentlemanly than Cassian, as he knew how to keep his mouth shut, but what else? Yes, he was the Spymaster for the Night Court, but Cassian was the general of the armies. Amren terrified everyone, and yes, she’d be more than capable to be a bodyguard, but then again, Amren might kill the princess if she annoyed her.

“Why Azriel?” Rhys questioned.

Eris looked at the High Lord as if he was incompetent. “Is he not the most obvious choice? That one–” he nodded to Cassian, “–has already tainted a female promised to the Autumn Court.”

Rage, icy cold, flowed through Azriel at the implications behind Eris's words. ‘A female promised to the Autumn Court’ was very obviously Mor, and the entitlement in his tone…

“First of all, I have a mate–” Cassian growled, but Rhysand cut him off.

“Let's not argue,” the High Lord said firmly, although silent fury shone in his eyes at Eris's words. “We're all allies here.”

Eris rolled his eyes but said nothing more, and Cassian glared at the Autumn Court heir, clearly imagining all the ways he could rip him apart.

“Didn't Azriel try to kill you at the High Lord's meeting?” Amren mused.

Eris glowered at the female. “Well, we certainly can't have you here. Your mere presence makes the courtiers uneasy.”

“I did save your asses during the war,” Amren reminded him, but she seemed more than pleased that she still terrified people.

Azriel let out a breath. He had guessed that it would be himself who would have to play bodyguard, but how could he do so when his job was one of utmost importance to the Night Court? Even now, with Nyx only half a year old, there were so many threats that needed to be uncovered and eliminated.

Azriel glanced at Rhysand and Feyre. Both had been reluctant to leave their son behind for a week, but they knew it would be much too dangerous to bring him to the Autumn Court. Nesta, Elain, and Mor had promised to take care of him while they were gone, and Nyx was probably having the time of his life with his Aunts.

What do you think? Rhys asked Azriel, mind to mind.

Azriel pondered his answer for a moment. I would be willing to do it, but to leave you without a Spymaster for the Cauldron knows how long…

I think we can manage for a little while, Rhys replied, a grin twinkling in his eyes.

Azriel nodded his confirmation. It was true — his court members were not truly useless without him. Just slightly disadvantaged, but they knew how to take care of themselves.

“I'll do it,” Azriel said aloud.

Cassian looked at his brother, eyes widened slightly with silent warning. Amren appeared disinterested in the conversation, but Azriel knew she was listening to every word. Eris simply nodded, as if he already knew Azriel would agree.

“Good,” Eris replied. “I will allow you to share the news with my father in your own time.”

The heir then got up and exited the room, leaving the Night Court members by themselves.

“I need a drink,” Amren muttered.

The following week was a whirlwind. Every morning, afternoon, and evening, the Night Court members dined with the Autumn Court, and the Autumn Court members also showed them their home. It was mostly Y/n showing them around the palace and the grounds, with Autumn guards trailing closely behind.

Y/n was a different person when she was not around her father. She was much more talkative, and quick to joke and tease. After a few days, it was clear that Cassian adored the princess and her witty comebacks, and she clearly enjoyed the freedom of banter with him. It was almost as if they were destined to be best friends. But whenever any member of her family was present, she would go quiet, and exhibit “lady-like” speech and actions.

Azriel had heard many of the Autumn Court’s opinions of her through his shadows, and none of them were particularly fond. Wild, untamed, unlady-like, and irritating, were the words most commonly used to describe the princess in secret, but Azriel had a feeling she did not care what she thought about them. He could tell that she only cared what her father thought — perhaps not for praise, but rather in fear of punishment.

“So, have you decided which of you will be protecting me after this week?” she asked the Night Court members as they walked through the Royal apple orchard. The apples were the finest Azriel had ever tasted, and he wondered whether there was some kind of magic behind it to make them so.

“We have discussed it,” Rhysand replied, plucking an apple from a tree and handing it to his mate. Feyre took the apple with a smile.

Y/n sighed deeply. “I wish I could go to the Night Court with you. It sounds beautiful.”

While the Night Court members had told the princess a little bit about their home, the Autumn daughter was an avid reader, and had mentioned that she’d always been interested in The Night Court. She would read any book on their court a hundred times, and had learned about Starfall, Illyrians, and many other Night Court customs. When Rhys questioned her on the books she had read, she had become slightly evasive in her answers.

“I borrowed them,” Y/n had said casually.

Azriel had raised an eyebrow. “Borrowed, or stole?”

The grin the princess threw his way had set his heart racing, but he had no idea why. “I prefer the term 'mischievously possess.’”

Cassian had barked out a laugh, and even Amren had smiled slightly.

But as well as spending time with the princess, Azriel had other things to do. When she showed him the castle, he memorised it. He marked every exit, window, door, hiding place — everything. If he was to be her bodyguard, he would have to have the entire layout memorised. For her protection, but also for his. He didn’t doubt for one second that if he let his guard down, one of her brothers, maybe even Eris himself, would try to stab him in the back. Literally.

Eventually, the week came to an end, and the members of the Night Court gathered in the Autumn Court throne room. Azriel supposed that bonds had been slightly strengthened between the courts, but not by much. Mistrust was hard to get rid of, especially when there were centuries and generations of it.

“We have come to a decision,” Rhy told Beron, his hands resting in his pockets. “And my High Lady and I shall allow you to employ one of my warriors as your daughter’s bodyguard.”

Beron nodded, his gaze flicking to Azriel for a brief moment before going back to Rhys. “And have you decided which warrior shall be protecting my daughter?”

That glance told Azriel that Eris had been telling the truth. Beron hoped that it was the shadowsinger who would be playing bodyguard, and it made sense now. Although what didn’t make sense was the fact that Eris had not lied.

“Azriel shall remain behind to guard your daughter,” Rhys promised.

“Wonderful,” Beron said with a nod. “Thank you for this, Rhysand. The Autumn Court shall never forget this favour.”

Rhys nodded at the High Lord, and both of them shook hands, their goodbye quick and brief. The Night Court's goodbyes to Azriel were lengthy in comparison.

“Stay safe,” Rhys told Az, clapping him on the back. “Our mental bridge will be open at all times. Let me know if there’s any trouble.”

“You act as if I can’t take care of myself,” Azriel replied, a half smirk on his face.

Rhys rolled his eyes and brought his brother into a hug, the eyes on them be damned. When Rhys pulled away, Cassian was there next, squeezing the shadowsinger into a hug that nearly crushed his bones.

“I’ll miss you, Azzie,” Cassian whispered in Azriel’s ear, which set him scowling. Cassian grinned and pulled away, Feyre replacing him. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek in farewell, and before Az knew it, the Night Court disappeared into the void, leaving him alone in the Autumn Court.

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Being a kakushi helping out in a lot of Kyo's missions, basically a friend already... Having a big fat crush on Shinjuro. Celebrating a hard successful mission and you let it slip in a drunken haze, within earshot of Shinjuro - and then well ✨👀 Shinjuro is kinda lonely ya know... And he supposes he might want another kid ya know...

- Beer anon 🍻

Hellooooo so I got carried away again lol. Shinjuro just makes me feel some kind of way and I can't be brief about him. I hope you don't mind but I left out the wanting a kid part but the horniness is all here!

Also this is canon-divergent. Everyone is alive at the end lol (even Muzan... he's just living on a farm with me and Douma... jk... unless....)

NSFW under the cut. CW for drinking alcohol.

Dancing with the Flame

Shinjuro couldn't believe his own ears. For one, his son Kyojuro was drunk on shōchū (a very rare occurrence) which made him extremely giggly (less rare). And two, you were talking to his son about him.

"I want him, Kyojuro," you repeated, with giddy sincerity.

Perhaps he hadn't heard you correctly. The celebration was loud since Tengen was setting off fireworks like they cost nothing. It seemed the entire demon slayer corps had gathered to celebrate the defeat of the demon king: pillars, rank and file slayers, kakushi, medics, swordsmiths… the air was crackling with hope and excitement. So, he must have heard wrong, he told himself. There had to be some other explanation.

"Kyojurooo, I mean it. Your dad is so damn hot. Let me be your stepmother."

All his son could do was laugh, his face a deep pink shade.

"He's just so... burly... and... ugh, you know? Please invite him over so I can-."

"I am NOT enabling you to seduce my father!"

"Kyoooojuroooo!"

There was no denying it and it shouldn't have felt as good as it did. He'd met you on a few occasions and he'd remembered your name. You seemed to be a good friend to Kyojuro, and a capable member of his team.

But Ruka had been gone for over a decade, and since her death, Shinjuro hadn't even so much as looked at another woman. But with the demon threat eliminated once and for all, you weren't wearing your face covering, and he really saw you for the first time.

And no, noticing how pretty your eyes and your smile were didn't count. Nor did respectfully noticing the way your Kakushi uniform fit your figure nicely. Or...

His eyes widened.

Oh gods, that absolutely counted, didn't it?

"Come on... You love your little brother... I could give you more little brothers. Dozens of them. Please just one chance, Kyo-."

When Shinjuro finally chanced a glance in your direction, Kyojuro had one hand firmly clamped over your mouth while he raised his shōchū cup to his lips with the other.

A rare smile pulled at the corner of Shinjuro's lips. Being wanted felt good.

Before he had chance to talk himself out of it, he began to walk over to your table. He'd had a few to drink too and the was alcohol bolstering his confidence.

Your startled eyes as Shinjuro approached, and the way you tried to discreetly nudge Kyojuro to alert him... you were so sweet, so funny.

"Father!" Kyojuro greeted him effusively, finally removing his hand from your mouth. "I'm so happy you joined the celebration."

"Of course," Shinjuro said, sitting at an empty spot at the table. "My eldest son helped defeat Muzan. How could I miss it?"

Kyojuro beamed at him, and Shinjuro's heart swelled with pride. He hadn't always been the father his boys deserved, but he was working toward being a better man, and repairing the damage he had done.

But your eyes were fixed on Shinjuro too, and he could feel the heat of your gaze.

"Good evening to you too," he said.

Your cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. "Good evening, Lord Rengoku."

"Shinjuro," he corrected. "Please."

Gods, your eyes were even prettier up close.

He hadn't tried to flirt with anyone for over two decades. It was a strange sort of feeling, and truth be told, though he'd faced countless demons without feeling the slightest bit nervous, this was a different beast entirely.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, hoping you didn't hear the waver in his voice.

Your eyes widened at the question... so did Kyojuro's. The boy raised his eyebrows and quickly walked away, leaving you and Shinjuro alone.

Gods, he wasn't prepared for that.

But then you smiled and took his hand, and Shinjuro's heart quickened. Together you walked to the center of the party, where couples were gathered, dancing to the music.

He had no idea what his next move was, but you took care of that. Once you reached the dancing couples you kept walking...

"Wait... where are we going?" He asked.

"To dance." You looked up at him with those pretty eyes and gave him a slanted smile. Wherever you were leading him he couldn't resist following.

He knew the layout of the headquarters well enough to quickly figure it out, and he soon found himself treading a familiar path to the training ground and toward the equipment shed.

His heart began to pound as anticipation coiled in his belly. His breaths became heavier and less satisfying the closer you got to the shed. Your intentions were clear.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, well aware of his higher status, his larger body, his strength, even though it was abundantly clear that you were in charge.

You led him around the back of the structure, where the moonlight pooled and he could see your hands reaching beneath your kimono and pulling down your underwear. "I'm sure, Lord Ren- Shinjuro... I want you."

"Mmh..." he tried to bite back his groan, but it broke free anyway. It had been so long since he was intimate with anyone, let alone someone new. But Gods, he wanted it. "I want you too. But... it's been a while. You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little sloppy."

You chuckled, pulling at the neckline of his kimono. "I don't care, Shinjuro, give me sloppy."

That was all he needed. He pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall of the equipment shed as he kissed you.

His desire, which he had long thought dwindled to ash, ignited at the touch of your lips. He kissed you deeply, his tongue stroking yours, his hands splayed across your jaw. And you were so damned eager, sucking his lower lip and tangling your fingers in his hair, sending tingling bolts of pleasure through his body. He was hard in seconds, his touch-starved body demanding more.

But before he would allow that, he was going to make you cum. Shinjuro wasn't some impatient young buck willing to rut against you for a few minutes until his aching cock was satisfied. He was going to take his damn time and make sure you both got the most out of this.

The former flame hashira got to his knees, lifting the bottom of your kimono and trailing kisses up your thighs. His big, rough hands slid from your ankles to your knees, keeping your legs together.

Your sighs of pleasure and your impatient little whimpers made his cock twitch.

"Shinjuro..."

"Patience," he whispered against the soft skin of your inner thighs. "Don't worry, I'll get you there."

The heat coming off you was intoxicating. You angled your hips toward him; so damn needy and ready. Your clit was already swollen and glistening with your arousal, and that he could not hold back from. He leaned forward, sliding his tongue over your flesh, groaning at the taste of you.

A cry escaped your lips as his tongue lapped at your clit. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them together and holding you upright as your legs trembled.

"Gods... Shinjuro..."

The desperation in your voice and the taste of your cunt made his cock throb, but as badly as he wanted to fuck you, he wouldn't let that happen until he made you cum. He licked you slowly at first, savoring the taste, drawing out your pleasure, until he felt you bearing down on his tongue, silently begging for more.

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, flicking his tongue over it as you whined and tugged at his hair.

"M-more..." you whispered. "Don't stop. Don't..."

You needn't worry. There was nothing he wanted more than your complete and absolute ecstasy. He sucked and licked at your clit like it sustained him, driving you higher and higher until you cried out, almost collapsing onto him as you pulsed and quivered on his tongue. And when your orgasm subsided, he kissed it like a lover, his cock weeping tears of pre-cum, so desperate to bury himself in the wet heat of you.

"Shinjuro, please fuck me," you begged, putting your hand beneath his chin and tiling his head to face you. You were so goddamn beautiful in the moonlight. His heart was aching almost as much as his cock.

He wasn't about to deny your request. He stood up and kissed you again, melting at the soft caress of your lips as you tugged impatiently at his clothing, hitching your thigh onto his hip, coating the head of his cock in your slick nectar.

A deep, desperate groan rolled through him as your tongue slid against his, tasting yourself and moaning softly. No, there was no holding back now. He was going to fuck you. He had to fuck you.

A moment later he had you hoisted up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned you to the side of the shed and slid his cock into you. The way your mouth fell open at the sensation of him filling you, the way your pussy clenched around him; it was heaven.

"Mm… Is it good?" he whispered, seeking your praise. "Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes!" You cried out in answer, raking your fingernails across his back.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Hm?" he growled against your ear. "You were imagining my cock deep inside your pretty cunt, weren't you?"

You nod, and a grin spreads across his face.

Tengen was still shooting off his damn fireworks, but in the silence between each shriek and explosion the night was filled with your gasping breath, your moans, the sound of flesh on flesh as he fucked you hard. You pulled aside the collar of his kimono and kissed his neck, sending sparks of pleasure through his veins.

"Mmh... Gods, I need... oh..." he was incoherent, lost in the sensation of you. His brow furrowed as he focused on his breathing, drawing from his hashira training to regain control. "Are you going to cum for me... one more time?"

"I'm close..."

"Good. Let me feel it. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock, pretty girl." He thrust into you harder, faster, letting his passion take over.

And then you cried out, your pussy pulsing around him as your lips crashed against his. "Shinjuro..."

"That's it," he whispered in your ear. Each throb of your muscles brought him closer and closer. "Oh Gods, yes, you feel so good. So good..." His teeth clenched as his own peak neared. "I'm..."

He pulled out with the intention of spilling his seed onto the ground, but a moment later you were on your knees, your lips around the tip of his cock, licking and sucking as you tugged his aching balls.

"Fuck!" He growled, his hand coming down to grip the back of your head as he came with a grunt. He had to brace himself against the shed to keep from collapsing as you swallowed down his load. "Ohhh.... fffffuck... pretty girl, that's it. Gods... that's it."

It had been so long, so damn long. So many years of denying himself, of thinking misery was the only thing he had left. But you... you made him feel good. Even if just for that moment, you made him feel like the man he thought he'd lost.

You smiled up at him as he tried to get his breath back, still bracing himself against the shed.

"You're something else," he chuckled as you grinned pressed your teeth to your bottom lip. "Something wonderful." He took your hand and helped you to your feet, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. "Thank you."

You balanced on the tips of your toes as you kissed him softly and slowly, your hand resting at the center of his chest. When he pulled back his heart was thundering, because he knew that while this was your first dance, it was by no means the last.

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Who In their right mind would ever want to marry Tywin Lannister....

The tittering of the ladies around her had bled into a monotonous sort of scrabbled noise, as she ran her needle through the fabric on her embroidery hoop one more time. Why Margery insisted on dragging her to these sewing circles, she'd never understand. Slipping into the recesses of her mind, she turned to glance out the window.

How she'd love to be anywhere else besides this stuffy room.

Tyrion was late for a meeting of the small council. In and of itself that fact wouldn't be terribly important. It wasn't as if his punctuality would have caused his father to look at him with any less disdain than he did on a daily basis. He shook his head and quickened his pace as he passed by the solar, currently spilling over with the eligible young hens of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Oh, naturally Jaime Lannister." A feminine voice whispered with a giggle.

Tyrion paused and raised a brow. Taking several steps backwards, he leaned closer to the door curious as to the contents of this particular conversation.

"And you, Lady Lorena?"

"Oh, your own brother, my lady." Another higher pitched voice offered. Tyrion leaned against the wall and folded his arms.

"And you, cousin?" Margery's eyes flit to her cousin and she sighed when she saw her looking longingly out the window. "Cousin!" Margery said more firmly, causing the woman to stiffen slightly before turning her head.

"Yes, Margery? What is it?" She glanced around the circle and raised a brow at the conspiratorial looks many were giving each other, as if they'd traded secrets of a life-or-death magnitude.

"I'm asking each lady," Margery shifted on her stool to better engage her cousin in conversation. "If they had the freedom to choose, of all the eligible men in Westeros, who would they take as husband." Her eyes danced mischievously. Her cousin looked unimpressed and hummed before returning to her embroidery.

"That seems an exercise in futility, Margery." She said dryly, all the while never taking her eyes off of her needlework.

Tyrion stifled a chuckle. The girl certainly had cheek. Something he appreciated in a woman. He sensed, however, that as reticent as this mysterious woman might be to answer her cousin's question, she'd likely cave under the hounding looks of those chattery hens.

"Oh, come cousin. Everyone else has answered. Come now, you wouldn't want to spoil our fun, would you?" Margery coaxed softly, looking at her cousin encouragingly. She looked up at Margery skeptically for a moment before returning her attention back to her needlework.

"Very well." She said simply. The very atmosphere seemed to be holding its breath waiting for her answer. Even Tyrion had to admit he was more than a little curious. No doubt she'd say Jaime or Loras as the other ladies had. "If given my choice, I'd wed a Lannister."

Jaime. Tyrion thought to himself with a smirk. He raised a brow, amused at the image of all these noble women desperately chasing his brother, demanding his hand.

"Come cousin, you can be specific. There are more than just one Lannister." Margery leaned forward on her stool and gave her cousin a knowing look.

"Well, we can't very well all marry Jaime Lannister." One of the more garishly dressed ladies cut in swiftly. Keeping her eyes on her work, she refused to rise to that bate.

"You may keep Jaime Lannister." The threaded needle ran through the material once more, distracting her attention.

"That only leaves the imp and the father." The young lady scoffed. She hummed and cut off a thread to knot it.

"Given my choice, I'd wed Tywin Lannister." The air seemed to freeze and shudder. Tyrion's eyebrows seemed determined to raise so far that they disappeared into his scalp.

"Tywin Lannister? He's practically old enough to be your father!" She merely shrugged and flipped over her needlework.

"I believe I answered the question." Rising from the couch, she gathered her needlework and gave Margery a nod of her head. "If you'll excuse me, Margery. Ladies." She addressed the dumbstruck women, still reeling from her recent admission. No sooner had her skirts swished out of the solar, when the brood descended on Margery in a chattering, nosy huddle.

Tyrion stayed pressed against the wall. He was dying to see what sort of woman would be so bold as to suggest that she wanted... well, his father. Her shoes made a quiet sound, and he was pulled from his revelry to see the backside of her as she began walking down the hallway. Sensing she was being watched, she turned to see Tyrion in the torch light.

"Lord Tyrion?" She raised a brow and inched closer to him, tucking her needlework into her bag. Slowly Tyrion's eyes trailed up her form, studying her as if he were taking in her measure, which he was doing. She dressed well, but certainly not in a display of money as so many women seem fond of these days.

"Lady Tyrell." He dipped his head. She responded in kind and glanced from him to the open door and back.

"Were you spying on us, Lord Tyrion?" She blinked and affected a dethatched attitude.

You two might be perfect for each other. He thought sarcastically to himself.

"On the contrary, my lady, I merely passed by at an opportune moment and heard some rather... enlightening opinions." He looked up at her intently, curious as to what might be swirling around in that brain of hers. She merely smirked and met his eyes with unwavering certainty.

She chuckled, a rusty sound.

"Good day, Lord Tyrion." She turned to go.

"Good day, Lady Tyrell."

And with that, she rounded one of the corners in the halls. Standing for a moment longer, he was driven out of his thoughts by the sounds of the ladies gathering their things. Tyrion quickly hobbled down the other hall, hurrying to at least make an appearance at the meeting. Climbing the stairs to the Hand's Tower, he ran over Lady Tyrell's answer in his mind, and he still had no reasonable reason for why on earth such a woman would speak about his father with such a casual air. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and swung the doors open.

"Tyrion." His father's only word in his direction before he turned back to council discussions. Tyrion stared singularly at his father, taking every in every line on his face, curiosity still swirling around his mind.

Why on earth would she want to marry Tywin Lannister?

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Just a Girl

requested by: @dixonsgirl93 which you can find here -> masterlist

A/N: thank you so much for the request my love!! i love this concept so much that it had me up at 4am writing it after recovering from a long-haul flight, so so sorry that this took so long for a little drabble xx

It was too tempting.

Not after years of stumbling around in dirty rags and a single pair of worn combat boots. Not after fighting for your life every single day, were you going to pass this up. Today, you were safe. And right in front of you, in this completely empty mall, were a pair of pristine black stilettos.

You held one in each hand as you admired them, a treasure of a world lost in time. You felt like a different person just clutching them.

"Hey, Maggie!" you are unable to control the wide smile cast across your lips. "Look what I found!" the girl glanced in your direction from the entrance of the store, scoffing at your excitement.

"Whatcha gonna do with those?" she asked, chuckling, as she jogged up to the display table coated in a thick layer of dust.

"I don't know. Walk around. Dance. Put 'em on a table and forbid anyone from touching them," you said quietly, smiling as you palmed at the crisp black leather. "They could be a symbol. Y'know, Lord of the Flies style," you joked, meeting the farmgirl's eyes. Strangely enough, the ghost of a boutique was relatively empty apart from these shoes, a few scraps of useless clothes scattered around and many plastic hangers adorning the white-tiled floor.

"Alright, fine. But ya' have to bring that little black dress back, too," she teased, in that familiar Southern drawl. Pointing to a rack of clothes on the other side of the store, you spotted a lone black dress threatening to fall off the flimsy hanger. It was no surprise that when the remaining survivors came through these parts, rummaging through stores and kitchens and bunkers, a pair of high heels and a mini dress didn't make the cut for the survivalist supply list. It had been a couple years by now, and indeed no one back at the prison would care if you indulged in a bit of fun. Besides, you're just a girl. And a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get by.

Most evenings were spent in the foyer swapping stories and enjoying the ever-expanding group's company, now that everyone was feeling more comfortable in the prison. Daryl was perched on the second step of the cool, steel staircase fletching some bolts for his crossbow, after the fairly uneventful run earlier. One thought did linger in his mind, however - as he tuned out to the rest of the conversations engaging in his midst. You had briefly shown him what you managed to pick up back at the abandoned mall, some scraps of food, some comics for Carl, and... what could only be described as an image from one of his wildest dreams. Or worst nightmares. What the hell would he do with himself if you suddenly appeared in that dress? And those heels? Probably run, and hide someplace where nobody would notice his reaction. And just when he was imagining what you would look like in that outfit from earlier, he heard a voice call out from upstairs.

"Hershel! You better believe these things are harder to walk in than a peg leg!"

The foyer erupted in chuckles as conversations ceased while everybody looked up at you on the balcony, held up firmly by Maggie who couldn't control her laughter either.

"Come on down, Y/N. Betcha can't do it!" the grey-haired man exclaimed as the rest of the group watched you stumble to the top of the staircase.

Oh God. She's so popular. And beautiful - were the thoughts swirling around in Daryl's head as he turned a swift 180 and looked up at your perfect figure. You looked so pretty when you laughed like that; a face that lit up the room - lit up this rotten world - when the sweet sound that even a siren couldn't mimic echoed over the walls of the dismal building. And that outfit; the smooth black dress that clung to your thighs so perfectly with a neckline that revealed just enough to make him go insane. Those heels. Daryl always had a thing for girls with nice legs, but he was always too embarrassed to mention it. It may have slipped out in front of his older brother once upon a time, and for the years to come he never shut up about it. Humiliating Daryl whenever a gorgeous girl like you walked past. Daryl never denied it, though, that you and that perfect body of yours were gonna be the death of him someday. And that felt like right now.

"Maggie, don't you dare let that girl fall!" Michonne shouted, laughing as she kicked her feet up on the cafeteria table and leaned back.

"Daryl, I swear to God, if you don't catch me I'll kill you," you began, addressing the archer that was gawking up at you, the one slightly obstructing your wobbly path down the staircase. Everybody in that cell block watched the poor man snap out of his daydreams as he shot up and grabbed your hand as your knees threatened to buckle beneath you. Maggie let go of her tight grip on your shoulders and erupted into giggles, as though she were playing Cupid.

"Thank you, Daryl," you said sweetly, not realising that Daryl is physically suffocating as you clutched Daryl's calloused palm. You took the opportunity to steady yourself on both feet and do a little twirl, lifting Daryl's arm up over your head as you spun around as gracefully as you could manage. A couple of cheers escaped from your audience, making you smile deeply. You hadn't felt this pretty in a long time.

"Whatcha doin' playin' dress-up anyway?" Daryl drawled, quietly.

"Well, I'm just a girl."

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rachalixie · 7 months

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tell me about a first date w jisung (you have to bc it’s me)

a/n: damn you and your ability to be right all the time

despite the false bravado of confidence jisung put on when he asked you out, it's a true battle between the two of you to determine who is the most nervous. was it you, with your clammy hands and shaky fingers, a lump in your throat so big you didn't know if you could even get words out? or was it him, with shallow breaths and a heart beating faster than a hummingbird's wings? by all means, you shouldn't be nervous - you've been friends with him for years, known him for longer. this is just the crescendo to the music of the dance you've been in together for a long time.

it was so cute, the way he almost tripped over his own feet as he hurried into the coffee shop, exactly a minute past the time you had agreed to meet there (and no, you were not counting the seconds). he's a little flushed, hand warm in yours as he takes it to guide you up to the counter to order, but it only matches the blood rushing to your own cheeks.

"what are you getting?" he asks, bouncing a little on his toes as you wait behind the couple ordering ahead of you. "i can't decide."

"i wanted a caramel latte," you say, glancing up at the menu and trying hard not to focus too much on the way his fingers intertwine so perfectly with yours. you're too distracted on trying to not be distracted that you miss when he orders and pays for your drink, and you smack his shoulder lightly when you notice what he's done.

"a gentleman always pays," he teases, a small smirk on his face overriding the nervousness. you wait together in what might be the most comfortable silence you've ever experienced while you wait for your drinks, and the steaming paper cups warm the hands that were not tangled together when you step outside.

you walk together aimlessly down the street, the sun peeking out at you through orange and red tinted foliage. fallen leaves crunch under your laced boots, and you can't keep the absurdly fond smile off your face when you notice him purposefully leaning this way and that to stomp on the crunchiest looking ones.

you window shop aimlessly for a while, sipping on the last dredges of your now cold coffees. you stop him at an old record shop, peering excitedly through the window at the walls lined with dozens of old music and tables adorned with well-loved record players.

"look, they have-" you start, turning towards him, but the way he's looking at you stops you right in your tracks. his eyes are shining, trained solely on you like nothing else in that moment existed. "what?"

"nothing," he ducks his head towards you, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. he leans forward, lips slightly parted, but catches himself right as they were about to touch your skin. your breath is caught for a moment, and you have to clear your throat to allow any oxygen back into your brain. he's still in your space, and his next words are hushed. "you're just so beautiful."

"kiss me," you demand, the words escaping your mouth before your brain can catch up. his eyes widen in surprise, and you're sure you look a little dumbstruck when you realize what you had just said.

"really?" he says, blinking owlishly at you, like he didn't believe you.

"han jisung, if you don't kiss me right now-" your words are cut off as he finally presses his lips to yours, firm and soft and sweet and perfect. you feel warm all over despite the wind blowing at you, fire engulfing your entire body from the strands of your hair to your heels pressed firmly into the ground. he pulls back and you chase his lips, placing a small peck at the corner of them, and he lets out a startled laugh tinted with delight.

was it too early to be in love?

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queenshelby · 7 months

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Daddy Issues (Part Three)

Pairing: Dominant!Cillian Murphy & Shy!Reader (& Jamie Dornan)

Warning: Smut, BDSM, Daddy Kink, 4-Somes, 3-Somes, Sugar Baby Arrangements

Summary: Through your best friend, you meet actor Cillian Murphy and come to some kind of arrangement involving intimacy in exchange for being spoiled financially.

Written with: my beautiful wife @darkshelbyfiction

Within minutes, and after leaving your clothes behind in the living room, Cillian pulled you into the guestroom without any hesitation whatsoever.

"I can't believe that you are hard again already," you marveled, tracing your hands along his chest as he guided you onto the queen size bed.

He laughed lightheartedly, taking your neck into his hands, pulling you closer to him. "Well, what can I say...watching you and Em swallow my cum turned me on all over again," he answered playfully, lowering his mouth to yours once more for a passionate kiss.

As his tongue danced with yours, his hands roamed your body, exploring your curves, eliciting gasps and moans from both of you.

"Do you want more?" Cillian then asked seductively. "Because I can fuck you all night long if you like," he murmured against your ear, nipping your lobe playfully while using his fingers to tease your wet entrance.

"I do, although guess I will be sore tomorrow then," you joked, smirking as he slid his finger into your wet hole teasingly.

"You will be sore, yes," he agreed playfully, moving his fingers around within you, creating a rhythmic pattern. "But your raw pussy will only serve as a reminder of tonight's wild adventures, which makes it worthwhile, doesn't it?"

"It certainly adds to the experience," you agreed, a slight flush creeping across your cheeks as you reflected upon your newfound courage.

"Alright then, let's try something different this time," he suggested before saying "I want you to ride me, bare. I want you to show me just how much you want it."

"Bare?" you echoed, surprised at first but becoming increasingly aroused as you contemplated the idea.

"Don't worry, I won't cum inside you unless you want me to" he reassured you, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap.

Feeling empowered by his trust in you, you began to guide his rigid member towards your tight entrance. As he watched, fascination evident in his gaze, you closed your eyes and concentrated on accepting him fully, allowing yourself to embrace the discomfort that came with being stretched so tightly.

It was undeniably pleasurable pain. As you moved above him, gradually adjusting to the fullness of his length, he held you steady with strong arms wrapped firmly around your waist. This position provided easy access to your breasts, which he grabbed possessively, pinching your nipples roughly between thumb and index finger, eliciting small whimpers of delight from deep within your core. At this point, neither of you needed further stimulation; instead, you surrendered to pure primal instinct and focused solely on giving and receiving pleasure.

"That's it, good girl, prove to me how much you need my cock inside of you," he growled suggestively, driving home his point with a sharp thrust, causing your breath to hitch slightly. With each passing minute, his pace quickened, turning fervent as the air thickened with anticipation.

In response, you arched your back seductively, grasping his shoulders with determination as you braced yourself for impact. Every plunge into your depths sent a wave of ecstasy shooting through your entire being, intensifying your craving for release.

Feeling him bare inside you felt incredible as, this way, you felt the heat radiate from him deep inside you. The friction created by your movements combined with his relentless pace soon became too much for either of you to bear. His face darkened with ardor, a mixture of lust and desire consuming him completely. Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth as he drove harder into you, his muscles flexing beneath your touch. Gasping for air, he struggled to maintain control. But he knew he couldn’t hold back forever, not without losing complete composure.

"I want you to cum inside me," you whispered hoarsely.

Desire flashed in his eyes at your bold confession.

"Fuck, tell me again. Where do you want my cum?" Cillian rasped, his voice husky with need.

"In my pussy! I want your cum in my pussy!" you repeated assertively, your conviction apparent in your tone. Unable to resist anymore, Cillian groaned deeply and gave in to your desires. As his hips bucked violently, he unleashed his pent-up desire inside you, filling you with warmth and power. Feeling his cum pour into you ignited a fierce fire within you, heightening your senses and making you lose track of everything else.

You came with him, riding the waves of pleasure crashing over you until finally subsiding, spent and exhilarated.

Feeling the stickiness of his semen throughout your body filled you with pride and satisfaction. You had achieved a milestone in your sexual journey with someone who understood exactly what you desired.

"Now bring your pussy up here and sit on my face," he commanded, his voice demanding submission but laced with tenderness.

"But you just came inside me!" you protested, giggling nervously, but ultimately complying.

"Exactly, and I can't wait to see your pussy close up, dripping with my cum," Cillian groaned as you lifted yourself up from where you were still connected before crawling onto his face slowly.

"Jesus, look at this pretty gaping hole, leaking all that cum," he exclaimed, licking the juices running down your thigh before ordering you to turn around so that you could suck his cock at the same time.

Feeling a surge of shame mixed with excitement, you looked away briefly, letting the moment sink in before, finally, you savored the sweet taste of him lingering on his skin.

"Good girl, clean it all up," he groaned playfully, pushing your head gently towards his throbbing cock which you gladly accepted.

Your mouth enveloped him greedily, loving the feel of his thick veiny length pressed against your soft lips. Your hands reached out to stroke his erection, enjoying the weight of it in your palms. You took great care to ensure that every drop of his precious seed was meticulously lapped up, wanting nothing left unsatisfied.

Meanwhile, Cillian ate you out expertly with his practiced tongue, alternating between gentle nibbles on your clitoris and vigorous licks along its surface, ensuring to drive you mad with pleasure. You moaned loudly, almost unable to handle the dual stimulation. And when you could take no more, your orgasm hit you suddenly, your body tensing underneath his ministrations. Tears welled up in your eyes from the intensity of the climax, but you found comfort in Cillian's tender words and attentiveness.

"That's it. Cum for me babe, let it all go..." Cillian encouraged you.

"Oh God, I am going to cum," you cried out, feeling your walls contract rapidly, drawing ever closer to release. Suddenly, with one final push, you let loose, screaming his name. Your body shook with powerful spasms, sending shockwaves through Cillian as he continued to feast upon your delicious cunt. He drank every last drop, reveling in the sight of your body trembling in the wake of such intense pleasure.

"Fucking hell, baby," he muttered admiringly, wiping your essence off his chin before placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

As the aftershocks subsided, the two of you lay there together, intertwined and satisfied, cherishing the intimacy you shared.

There was something uniquely gratifying about the knowledge that you had pleased him so immensely. Despite initial reservations, you discovered a strength within yourself that allowed you to conquer any doubts or fears – an awakening that would shape your life from now on.

Even though your physical bodies calmed down, you remained entangled in one another, lost in each other's presence. For once, you didn't feel anxious about engaging in conversation right away—there was enough unspoken understanding between you two.

After some moments of quiet contemplation, you both broke eye contact briefly, giving yourselves a chance to regain composure which is when Cillian finally spoke up.

"You have never done this kind of thing before, have you?" he asked, half in jest, pulling you even closer to him.

"No...this is my first time experiencing anything like this," you admitted quietly, blushing lightly as you did so.

He smiled affectionately, stroking your hair with tender affection.

"Did you enjoy it though? Because, if you did, we don't have to stop here. I am in London every second week," Cillian offered casually, caressing your shoulder gently.

"Really?" you asked, raising your eyebrows with surprise.

He nodded seriously. "Yes, I usually come here to visit friends, attend events and work. If you had fun tonight, we can do this again and I am not talking about all of us. Just you and me," he explained, his hand cupping your cheek protectively.

"If you are suggesting an arrangement like the one Jamie and Emma have in place, then I am not sure. I am not that kind of person," you replied hesitantly, trying to process his offer mentally.

"Okay, maybe it wasn't clear. What I meant was that, if our encounter today was enjoyable for you, perhaps we should continue building on that foundation and catch up again some time. No strings attached," Cillian tried to clarify carefully.

"So, you mean that we might sleep together again? Just very casually, whenever it suits us both?" you questioned tentatively, trying to understand his intent better.

"Exactly. Casual catch-ups, no commitment, no expectations beyond having a damn good time," he clarified patiently, smiling reassuringly. This seemed intriguing yet daunting for you, since it presented an opportunity to explore your newfound desires outside the safe haven of college and without the risk of ruining your professional image. After careful consideration, you decided to give his proposition serious thought, knowing full well that accepting it may open doors leading to a world unknown.

"I will think about it, alright?" you responded hesitantly, biting your lip anxiously. Your heart raced wildly as you mulled over his suggestion. It was thrilling yet terrifying at the same time. However, you also realized that taking this step forward might be instrumental in your personal growth. Furthermore, getting involved with him could potentially provide endless opportunities to satisfy your appetite for adventurous experiences without compromising your studies or career goals.

"I am sure you will," Cillian grinned, knowing very well that you couldn't resist him.

"You are very cocky, aren't you?" you said, challenging him playfully.

"Let's just say, I have a certain level of confidence when it comes to those kinds of situations," Cillian said and, with that, he pulled you closer, pressing his body firmly against yours - a silent invitation that caused an unexpected stir deep within you just before he pulled away.

"I need to head back to my hotel now, but why don't we exchange numbers?" he suggested nonchalantly, extending his arm towards you to hold out his phone screen. The sudden urgency for a way to reach him again made you eagerly grab his device without missing a beat. "Here's mine," you told him, showing him your number quickly, scribbled hastily on the notepad function on his phone. He inputted your digits swiftly too.

As he finished keying them in, he gave you a meaningful stare that penetrated your soul. The depth behind his gaze hinted at possibilities that both excited and frightened you simultaneously. His mere presence invoked a longing within you that felt impossible to suppress.

"It was nice to meet you, Y/N." He whispered into your ear seductively, nipping gently at your lobe. His breath brushed tantalizingly across your neck, causing a sensation unlike any you'd encountered before. There was a magnetic force drawing you towards him, one you couldn't quite comprehend nor deny.

"Thank you, Cillian," you managed to utter, barely audible due to your racing pulse. Unable to contain the heat radiating within you, you shifted uneasily, seeking relief from the sweltering blankets wrapped tightly around you.

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dvzaiosamu · 15 days

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requested hc.

Jealousy score — I think maybe a 6.5/10

I think and I want to think that Chuuya is not a person who gets jealous easily, since I suppose he trusts that you would never cheat on him with another (what a hypocrite, usually and most of the time, Chuuya has a hard time trusting people ).

Beyond that, Chuuya would get jealous if another man flirted with you or became somewhat affectionate with you, since it is something he sees and can sense that this man intends to have a relationship with you, whether it be out of interest, physical or sexual.

His emotions are easy to detect, and believe me, if you turn your gaze to Chuuya while that person flirts with you, you will be able to see a stare from Nakahara, looking at you and that other person.

When it comes to acting, Chuuya is the type of person who has two versions depending on his mood.

The first version is this: he approaches you and the subject and give the other person a critical look before he starts arguing with that person, and depending on whether that person understands or not, it can be a short or long and intense.

The second option: Chuuya approaches and directly grabs you and takes you to another more distant place, but not to scold you, but to give you a sweet kiss before perhaps going back to the other person and explaining firmly that you already have a partner.

I'd like to think it's more the second mixed with the first.

Although Chuuya may have a conflicted moment when it comes to perhaps trusting you not to abandon him, he himself will try to trust you and wants, you would even help him trust you, and you achieve it together.

Chuuya trusts you, and he actually manages to do so and stop bad thoughts from flooding his mind and causing the ship to sink. Although he does hesitate a little when there are times when you flirt with the other person in return, even if it is a playful manner.

When moments pass where the other person insists a lot and sees that it is really difficult to get that person away from you, he will not hesitate to give you a little hand and will begin to unconsciously protect you with his body as if he was a guard dog.

I don't think he's the type of person who wants to fuck you when he gets jealous, but if he's really jealous he can be closer to you and give you a lot of kisses. Chuuya is the kind of person who would talk to you if something was bothering him (but he can eventually sometimes be in the mood for "fun" together).

SMALL ONESHOTS.

━━ First oneshot.

It was night, and you and Chuuya were in a relatively spacious bar, with music playing and several drunk people around, some dancing, others sitting on the floor unable to get up.

You were on the bar stool, drinking a red wine from La Rioja. Enjoying the taste while Chuuya had gone to order another glass of Petrus 1995 for himself.

Meanwhile, a person had come over and sat down next to you, smiling as he started at you, which you had seen and turned your head towards that guy. Uncomfortable.

"Tell me, pretty, why are you doing so alone drinking wine? You would need attractive company," says that person.

“Please, I have no interest in flirting, you can leave,” you explained dryly.

"Why not? Do you have a partner?"

"Yes, for your information, that's right, and that's me," Chuuya suddenly appears with a wine in his hand.

You turn your head towards the redhead, a slight smile appearing on your face as a hand rests on your shoulder.

"Oh, what's wrong? I can't flirt with her? I don't think you're better than me, are you?" the individual mocks, getting up from the stool.

"Arrogant people are not to my taste, so turn around and get out of my sight before I beat your face," Chuuya blunts, with a frown.

While all this is going on, you casually take a sip from your glass and Chuuya busies himself by shoving the individual aside and insulting him a few times in a firm and threatening manner till the man left.

"Chuuya, no need to go that harsh on the man."

"And what I was supposed to do? Let him flirt with my girl? No can do, baby," he smirks, giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

━━ Second oneshot.

Darkness rushes against the sky, painting it a dark color.

In a rather fancy bar you were with Chuuya, celebrating the Port Mafia's recent victory against a criminal group they had been fighting for a few months.

You were sitting next to Chuuya on the comfortable stools of the place, the two of you toasting with a wine.

Around you you could see several rich people celebrating alike, including some members of the Port Mafia, and strangers dancing together on one side and drunk on the other.

One of those drunks approached you, he was brazen in his approach, walking drunk while resting his elbow on your shoulder, all this in Chuuya's face, and you would swear you saw a grimace on Chuuya's face.

"Hello beautiful, anything new here? I have to say that your look captivated me," says the man.

Before you can even open your mouth to talk, Chuuya speaks:

"You're very shameless if you think I'd let you flirt to my girl," he looks at the man incredulously, resting his elbow on his leg while his hand holds the glass of Petrus 1995 wine. "Get out of my sight, now."

With a firm movement, you push the man's elbow away and look at him with some confusion but disgust.

"I don't think so," he replies, rolling his eyes. Chuuya frowns at this.

"If you don't leave, I'll leave. You want to flirt? Flirt with people who are actually interested in your fucking ways, although I think the only thing that would be interested in you is a trash can or flies," he smirks, waving his hand as he left with you, grabbing your hand with his gloved hand.

Heading to another area, he sits you in a black couch around the bar and looks at you with a satisfied smile, a hand resting on his hip as the other cups your cheek.

"I'm sorry for not letting you defend yourself sooner, sweetheart, but I wanted to make sure you save those words for later," he winks at you and gives you a brief but sweet kiss on the lips. "I'll be back, I have something to resolve some things with that person. Save your voice for when we get to my room in bed, baby, the night is young."

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steveshairychest · 1 year

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Steve believes it's over; he believes they've won.

Sure, the town is divided by giant cavernous cracks, but that's not something he can fix with a nail bat. Steve's job is done. There'll be no more jumping through gates and fighting off monsters, no more injuries, and no more deaths.

Because they beat the bad guy.

Steve had watched him burn with his own eyes. He'd watched Nancy fire the shotgun right at Vecna's chest and taken pleasure in his screams as Vecna plummeted to his death. It came with a cost, but they won.

Things were just starting to fall back into place when he realised he was wrong. It starts as a faint sound, almost too quiet to hear over the chatter in his car, but it causes the hair on the back of his neck to stand and his hands to grip the wheel in fear. A quick glance in the rear vision mirror tells him no one else heard it. Mike makes a face at him when he meets Steve's eyes in the mirror and points at the road. "You don't have to keep checking. I swear I'm wearing my seatbelt."

No one notices the slight shake in his voice when he tells them to be quiet. No one notices his panic.

He hears it again when the kids pile out of the car. It's louder this time, almost deafening.

It's the sound of a clock, a grandfather clock.

Max had told him what it sounded like, she'd stared off into the distance and told him it made her heart race, made her so scared she felt sick. She said it sounded drawn out and wrong, like the clock was broken.

Steve hears that exact sound for days. It rings in his ears while he volunteers at the shelter, it deafens him in the middle of a conversation with Robin, it jolts him awake at night and leaves him reaching for the bat beside his bed.

But he doesn't tell anyone.

He doesn't tell anyone when his usual headaches get worse. He doesn't mention the hallucination of Barb he sees in his swimming pool when the kids come over to swim. He doesn't want to worry anyone, not when everything feels so normal, so peaceful.

But he's never been good at hiding secrets.

Especially not from Robin, who clocks him the minute he starts asking if she knows his favourite song and if she has a portable walkman. "But we won. We killed him." She chokes on her own words and they both slowly sink to the ground in a hug that nearly crushes them both. "You can't leave me, Steve. You can't. You can't. It's not fair. We won."

Steve holds her. He holds her so close to his chest and tries not to think about the reality that this might be their last hug. He doesn't have long now. If he were to lift his head from Robin's shoulder, he would be able to see the clock that has permanently wedged itself into the wall of his home.

Robin spends every waking hour with Steve from then on. She's there when he wakes in a cold sweat and she's there the first time Vecna gets him; the first time he feels cold fingers digging through his darkest memories to make him relive them all. He can hear the faint sounds of Robin's screaming as he is forced to relive the first time his father hit him, the first night he spent alone in his house, the first time he had his heart broken, the first time he watched a friend die.

'Dancing in the Dark' by Bruce Springsteen blares loudly in his ears just as Eddie's blood is drying on his clothes and then instead of kneeling in the grimy dirt of the upside down, he's kneeling on his kitchen floor, still in his pyjamas with Robin's arms holding him firmly in place.

"I thought it wasn't going to work." She cries. "You were in the air, Steve. I-I couldn't reach you. I had to climb on the bench -"

"It's okay. It worked. I'm here." He shushes her softly and brings their foreheads together; they're both breathing rapidly and there's tears staining their cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere." The clock chimes almost mockingly in his ears.

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Steve never expected to be back here. To be standing under the stormy red sky of the upside down, armed to the teeth with weapons to fight something they thought was already dead. But things haven't exactly been going his way as of late.

The second everyone found out Vecna has his eyes on Steve, they were all piling into multiple cars and fucking climbing down one of the cracks into the upside down.

What if they fail again? What if they go to all this trouble and Vecna snaps Steve like a twig the second they get too close?

Steve secretly wished the others never found out. He wished they were all still up in Hawkins swimming in his pool and laughing so loud it drowned out the clock in his ears. He wished they would listen if he told them to leave him here, to go home and forget about him.

"It wouldn't stop with you." Nancy says to him because she can read him like a fucking book. Steve didn't even have to say anything. She touches his arm gently and offers Steve a comforting smile. "Let us protect you for once."

Steve can see the fear in her eyes, but he doesn't say anything. He nods once and keeps pushing on through the never ending darkness.

They should all know by now that things never go the way they want.

They find Vecna easy enough, the dumb bastard is in the exact same place as last time and no one but Steve seems to think it's a trap. "It's too obvious!" He tells them, but no one is listening. No one ever listens to him in these situations. He can feel Vecna's ice-cold fingers prodding at the back of his mind as they creep through the house.

Instead of Vecna being on his own like they expected, there's something, or rather someone, crouched low to the ground at his feet; a guard dog ready to pounce.

A guard dog that has the same blood matted hair as the boy Steve spent weeks mourning, the same high cheekbones and soft, pouted lips. But it isn't him, it isn't Eddie. The thing at Vecna's feet snarls and reveals two rows of bloody, dagger like teeth and his usual kind, brown eyes are just,,, black. So black, Steve feels like he can see his own terrified face in them.

There's a split second where Steve thinks he's going to wake up. He's going to jolt awake in his bed and be pulled away from this nightmare.

But it never happens.

The last thing Steve hears is the guttural scream that emits from the creature that was once Eddie before he is sucked into Vecna's hold, his feet dangling above the ground as he's slowly lifted into the air.

This is it, he thinks. They came all this way just for him to die right in front of them.

Steve can't see what's going on around him and can barely hear anything over the sound of his younger self screaming. He's trapped in his own fucking head. Hands pat him down and dig around in his pockets for the walkman; the walkman he was supposed to grab out of the car.

He didn't grab it. He fucking left it on the front seat of the car.

Steve didn't even get to say goodbye.

"They don't need you anymore." Vecna's voice rattles through his head. "You're disposable." He's standing before Steve now. They're in his house, standing in the middle of the kitchen as younger Steve watches his parents leave for the millionth time. "Even your parents didn't want you."

He's right. They've been relying on him less and less. The only reason the party is even here is because there's a chance someone else, someone more important, could get caught in Vecna's trap if they don't stop him.

Steve's just collateral. A bump in the road to victory.

Steve stops fighting. He's done.

He takes in a deep breath and waits for the pain, waits for Vecna to finish him off, but the pain never comes. In fact, he can feel himself floating back to the ground, can feel hands grabbing at his arms and legs and pulling him down, down, down.

"Steve, can you hear me? Steve! Steve?" That voice... he never thought he'd hear that voice again. Maybe he was still in his head, maybe this was another sick joke from Vecna. "Hey, big boy, are you with me?"

"Eddie?" And when his vision comes back to him, he's really there. Eddie is cradling Steve in his arms, and if Steve isn't so relieved to see him, he'd be more worried about what happened to the monster he saw just moments ago. Well, he thought it was moments ago. "What happened? Is this real?"

Eddie smiles down at him; just a normal sharp teeth free smile. Steve sits up and reaches out to touch Eddie's face, the face he's seen in his dreams for weeks. The black, soulless eyes he'd stared into earlier are replaced with the kind, brown eyes he'd drowned in the first time they met.

But then he notices something else.

Eddie's skin is scar free. There's not a single scratch on him. There is no evidence he was ripped apart by the bats.

Something's wrong. He looks around, expecting to see Robin or Nancy, just anyone, but they're alone. Sensing his rising panic, Eddie reaches out and gently holds his face, a small, sad smile pulling at his lips.

"It's okay. It's over now, Steve. You can rest."

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nczennie · 10 months

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be my baby.

Final Part of She's Like the Wind

Pairing: Reader x Stray Kid’s Lee Know AU: Summer love, based on the film Dirty Dancing Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (18+ only) Preview: "I'm scared of my future, I'm scared that I've been lying to my parents,". Reaching just a foot away from him, you look up at him, "But most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room, of leaving this summer and never feeling my whole life, the way that I feel when I'm with you". Words: 10.1k *Warnings under cut

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of food, mentions of drug use and their effects, mentions of past overdose/death (not main character), smut scene (oral fem. receiving, unprotected penetrative sex)

It’s only a couple of hours later that you find yourself sneaking out the door of your room once again.

Once your dad made sure you were in the room you shared with your sister, he went next door to the one he shared with your mom. You waited until you felt it was long enough, taking off your makeup and changing into comfier clothes before sitting on your bed for a while in case he did come back in to check on you.

Taking the time in silence to think, you can't help but look back at your relationship with Minho. From his cold glares, teaching you to dance, to kissing, when he called you beautiful... It couldn't have been nothing could it? You refuse to believe that no matter how you started, that along the way he didn't feel anything for you even if it was just a fraction of what you felt for him.

Finally having enough of your thoughts, you walk as quickly as you can across the quiet resort, only the sounds of crickets in the grass under the moonlight keep you company. Making your way to your destination, you take a deep breath before knocking firmly on the door.

Minho opens the door shirtless, moving the shirt he held in his hands over his chest slightly to try to cover himself once he sees it's you. Clearly flustered, he lets you in without a word either way. He closes the door behind you before turning to busy himself tidying the small room he called home. You stare at his bare back, all this time you've spent touching it with dancing and learning the routine but you had never seen his muscles without a shirt. He clears his throat to speak up though he doesn’t turn to look at you, “Sorry about the mess. I know it’s not as nice as the room you must be staying in”. Your eyebrows furrow as you step closer to him, his back still the only thing in your view, “No, it’s perfect”.

A silence lulls between you both, only the soft music from his record player filling the space. You swallow nervously, “I’m really sorry Minho, about my father. About how he acted towards you”. The boy finally turns around, shaking his head at you, “No, he was amazing, helping Momo like that. I can’t thank you enough for bringing him out”. You open and close your mouth with a sigh, “No, it really wasn’t right to judge you like that, like you were the one at fault”. His mouth quirks at the edge for a split second, “Was he wrong though? Look, I can’t thank you enough for helping me, helping us, but you can’t be blind to the crowd of people we are. We’re not the people you usually surround yourself with, and maybe even it’s better if you don’t, your father knows that for sure”.

Suddenly feeling furious you clench your jaw to stop yourself from speaking irrationally, “Are you serious? Do you really think I’m the type of person to judge others based on miniscule actions like that? That I walk around thinking I’m better than everyone else because of how I grew up?” Minho gulps and averts his gaze as he notices the tears forming in your eyes, but you can’t control your emotion. You can’t believe after all this time he still thought of you as some sort of stuck-up princess.

Gaze, still averted, he speaks again, “I know you’re better than me,” he mumbles your name and before you can argue with him he continues his speech. “You're kind, you're always smiling like you still see the good in the world, cause you do. You-you got your whole life figured out, going to university and shit and not stuck working at some shithole hotel where you're looked down upon by everyone just because you don't have enough money!" His voice grows louder as he continues his rant, booming over the music in the room, throwing the shirt he was holding in his hands to the floor in frustration.

"That's not true! Minho I-" you raise your voice but he doesn't let you finish, continuing where he left off.

"And you're so brave," he says your name, "You're so brave helping us out like you have, some strangers who you rude to you, who judged you. Not once did you judge us, but gave us your time and money."

"I'm not brave," you finally get out, "I'm scared Minho".

Finally turning to look at you, he looks confused as if he couldn't understand what you could be scared of. "I'm scared," you state again taking tiny steps towards him, "I'm scared of my future, I'm scared that I've been lying to my parents,". Reaching just a foot away from him, you look up at him, "But most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room, of leaving this summer and never feeling my whole life, the way that I feel when I'm with you".

Your bottom lip trembles at your confession, at the silence that follows. It's so quiet you can hear the skip of the record, changing to play a new song.

Swallowing you decide you can't take the silence anymore, "Dance with me". You see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, before his hands make their way up to grab at your hips, pulling you flush against him. Your breath hitches but you quickly recover, moving your hands along his arms up to his bare shoulders. He takes the lead, much like the fateful night where he first taught you to dance. Now as you both move to the music, there is no intricate ballroom moves, just the sensual movement of your hips against each other, his breath fanning into your neck as you pull him closer to you.

Alone with him in his room, there is no longer the pressure of being able to dance as well as those around you. Instead you lose yourself in the music, lose yourself in Minho. The rhythm seems easy to follow, not trying to impress him but instead doing what feels right. You remove your hands from his shoulders, moving them up your neck and above your head as he dips you backwards, hips still moving against yours. Your mouth falls open with a small gasp as you feel him place a kiss on your chest where your tank top reveals your skin.

He continues to run his lips along your skin, up to your neck as he straightens you back up. Leaning your head to the right, you close your eyes as you take in the feeling of his soft lips on your neck. Eventually he smoothly runs his hands down from your hips to your ass, squeezing you and helping your move along him how he pleases.

You can't help the sound that leaves your mouth as you feel Minho everywhere as you dance together. He finally moves away from your neck, looking down at you with hooded eyes. Your eyes automatically close has he leans forward, but rather than kissing you, his lips merely brush yours as he speaks, "Is this okay?" Opening your eyes, you nod profusely, "Yes. Minho, please". Seemingly getting all the assurance he needs, he finally presses his lips against yours.

It starts as a gentle kiss, your hips still moving along to the music, but as soon as you move to run your tongue along his lips. He stops his dancing to put all of his focus on kissing you, both of his hands coming to grasp your jawline as he runs his tongue along yours. You can't help but moan into his mouth as he moves to push you into his bed frame.

You pull away to catch your breath but Minho continues to work on you. Kissing down your neck, collarbones, to your shoulder where he moves the strap of your top down. Once it's down he moves to your other shoulder, kissing it gently after moving the strap. You can feel as he hums against your skin, lips moving to the center of your chest where his hands come up to move your top down under your breasts, much easier with the straps out of the way.

He doesn't bother to remove your shirt all the way, instead focusing on your breasts just as they are. Throwing your head back as one of his hands moves to cup you, groping you softly as his mouth focuses on the other, his tongue warm and wet against your nipple.

Minho pulls his mouth away from you with a wet pop, "My pretty baby," he mumbles out, not stopping as he continues his way down your body. Moving the bottom of your shirt slightly upwards in order to place wet kisses on your stomach. He finally settles onto his knees on the ground between your legs. Humming against your hip bones, he moves to grab at your sleep shorts, hooking his fingers into the soft material to pull them down your legs.

You try not to think too hard about the cotton of your panties as you step out of the shorts and Minho throws them on the floor next to him. Though they don't seem to bother him as he moves forward once again to place open mouthed kisses to your covered mound. The wetness from his mouth seeping through the white material.

He runs his lips across your thigh and you can feel your face flush as he looks up at you, meeting your gaze. "Can I have you? Just like this?" His voice is soft but you nod right away, "Yes. Yes, Minho, I'm yours".

Without another word he turns his attention back on the white material, kissing and running his tongue along it before finally reaching up to remove it completely. You gulp as he drags them down your legs, tossing them to join your shorts. Your breath hitches as he grabs ahold of one of your legs, moving to place it atop his shoulder, granting him better access to you.

Minho moves without hesitance, moving forward to run his tongue completely along your wetness. You gasp at the feeling, stumbling a bit, using one of your hands to grab at the wood of his footboard. "Oh my gosh, Minho," you moan out as he continues to work on you. His tongue works quickly, running along you as he hums as if he were enjoying it at much as you were. You let out a cry as he moves the hand not holding your leg up to run along your folds, moving to spread you open holding you there in order for him to wrap his lips directly around your clit. Your other hand moves to grab onto his hair, running through and pulling on the softness in an attempt to ground your especially as your legs shake from the pleasure.

He moans into your core as you continue to pull at his strands, his tongue switching between running along you to flicking at your clit which causes your mouth to fall open. At his patterns you start to fall apart, toes curling, legs shaking as you struggle to hold yourself up with your grip on his bed. His grip tightens against your leg, moving to fully engulf you with his mouth to bring you to your end.

You eventually have to push him away from his attacks on your clit, whining as he finally pulls away leaving you sensitive. He places your leg softly on the ground and you swallow hard at the obvious wetness lingering on his lips and chin. Breathing still slightly uneven you watching as he moves to stand, attaching his lips to yours in another kiss as his hands round to grip you. Minho bends slightly in order lift you into his arms, moving the short distance to drop you on his bed. You land with a giggle, breasts bouncing on impact as they still hang out over your shirt.

Minho looks down at you from where he stands, a cross between an amused smile and smirk grazing his lips as he moves to remove his belt from his slacks. Sitting up on your forearms, you're able to watch him as he moves his belt, placing it on the chair before he unbuttons and removes his pants and underwear at the same time.

You gulp as you take in his length, it's already standing hard from before, his tip red and ready for your attention. He moves to join you on his bed, straddling over you, eyes wandering over your face. "I thought I could handle just having you with my mouth, but I was wrong. I want to take you completely". Your tongue wanders out to wet your lips, his gaze following before he speaks up, "I need you too, Minho, all of you". As you speak up, you take the chance to run one of your hands up his firm torso, eventually moving to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet you in an urgent kiss.

Minho kisses you back hard, his lips almost feel as if they're bruising as he pushes you flat onto your back. You stay kissing, intertwining tongues as he ruts slowly against you. Eventually his hand moves between you both in order to grip his length, guiding it to run over your folds. He glances at you one last time as if to see if you changed your mind, but at seeing no hesitation he pushes his cock into you, biting his lip at the feeling.

Letting out a strangled moan at the feeling of him stretching you out, you move your head to the side, your hands gripping his scratchy sheets. After you both adjust, Minho starts to move his hips, his slow pace speeding up to become more steady as he draws more noises of pleasure from you. "That's it, baby" he breathes as he lowers his body down and presses his chest against yours, still rocking his hips, "My pretty baby".

If there was any doubt before about Minho's skillful hips while dancing, there sure wasn't anymore as he expertly drove his hips into yours. Every thrust leaves you breathless and the drag of his chest over yours just leaves you more sensitive. He moves his left hand to grab ahold of your thigh, hoisting it over his hip to drive his cock even deeper into you.

You cry out at the feeling, your hands moving to grip onto his back, nails certainly leaving their mark on him. You can't help but clench around him as you near your end and he groans himself at the feeling. His grip on your thigh tightens as he speeds his pace up, looking to take you both to the end.

You cum with a sob of his name, your arms holding him close to you and his hips continue their fast pace. Whimpering at the sensitivity you wait patiently for him to come to his end, "Minho," you whisper in his ear, "Please, please cum for me." You're whining now as his hips begin to stutter, "You're so good, please Minho". He cums with a quiet moan, hand still gripping you almost painfully and the other braces himself on the bed as to not place all his weight atop of you.

There a few moments of silence, just the sound of you both catching your breath and the music from the record player still coming from the corner. He finally removes himself from you slowly, rolling to lay beside you, "Fuck, baby".

A smile quirks on your lips as you turn your head to look at him, his eyes close, eyebrows furrowed, and face still red. He crack an eye open as if he could feel you staring, "Just give me one moment," he mumbles out, pulling a blanket from the top of the bed to throw over you. "I promise I'll clean you up, I just need my ears to stop ringing first".

You laugh at him, content to just lay there beside him. Feeling safe and comfortable with Minho beside you. You end up staying the night with him, cuddled in his bed still listening to music and just talking. Talking about anything that came to mind. You reluctantly slip out of his housing just as the sun was rising, sneaking back to your room with a smile on your face as you finally get some sleep.

The summer trudges on and so does your time with Minho. Seeing as the performance was over, there was technically no need for you to see the boy anymore. But that didn't stop either of you from sneaking out at random parts of the day or night to see each other.

Dancing in empty rooms, swimming in the lake, loving each other between his sheets. He was your whole summer and more. There wasn't anyone else who knew the extent of your relationship. Not even Momo or Jeongin, not catching the sly glances you give each other when you come to the staff get togethers.

You were curious one early morning as you lay with Minho in his bed, both of you quietly listening to the record playing. Both bare underneath the blanket, you were cuddled to his chest, one of his arms around your shoulder, fingers tracing patterns on your arm.

"Have you had many women?" you finally ask.

"What?" He says after a moment ask if he didn't understand you, but you can hear the beat of his heart pick up under your ear. "Have you had many women?" You ask again, leaning up slightly to take in his face.

He gives you a confused look, "I-what? Why are you asking me that?" You chuckle at how nervous he's getting, you shrug, "I don't care how many if that's what you're thinking." You lean up on one arm, letting the blanket fall from your chest. Watching as he gulps, you speak again, "Earlier this summer Max kind of insinuated that there were some married women at the resort who look to have some fun with the workers. You were dancing with one, her name was Ruby".

Minho leans up on his arms, "Look, baby, I-" He pauses and you watch him, "I'm not judging you, Minho". You try to reassure him but he averts your gaze before talking again, "It's not something I'm proud of okay, being with a married woman. But there are some ladies who pay us workers to have extra fun. I know we shouldn't, it's wrong. But you don't understand what it's like to be tempted by money like that, cause you need it, cause you've never had it".

Nodding slowly you look around his room, you weren't sure what to say. Sure it was wrong but what right did you have to comment on anything dealing with money? That was made clear to you since the beginning.

"Have you," You start, till not meeting his gaze which you can feel on you face, "Have you since we-" "No" he doesn't let you finish as he understands. It hasn't been long since your first night together but you wouldn't know how to feel if he's been having others at the same time too.

But then again did you even have a right to ask him that? You weren't sure, there was never any labels or talk about what you both were. Perhaps because you both knew whatever this was would end with summer. The thought made you nauseous.

"I've always been single if I took up their offer, they may be betraying their husbands but I'm not the type to do that, to even think of that if I were seeing someone myself." He speaks up at your silence. Turning to look at him finally, you give him a small smile, pushing him back to lay down and laying yourself on his chest once again. Suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of having to leave him you just wanted to hold him as close as possible.

There's silence again, Minho taping along to the beat of the song playing and then he speaks again, "Remember how I told you it was always just me and my mom?"

You nod the best you can on his chest, not moving as he moves his hand to play with your hair. "She was a heavy drug user. My dad left us when I was very young and every since then she escaped with drugs".

You try to move to look at him but he uses his hand in your hair to keep you down, as if he wouldn't be able to tell you these things if he had to see you.

"That's where all of our money went, to her buying. I hated how she acted so that's why I took up dancing after school. It was so nice to be able to do something I enjoy and not have to think about anything at home". You start to rub circles on the side of his bare chest, wanting to at least do something to show you were listening.

"Once I got into high school, I made the wrong friends. I started using too, I thought my mom had been doing it forever so what the hell. But then one day," he starts but pauses when his voice trembles, "One day I came home after dance and I found her, my mom. She had overdosed."

"Minho-" You try to speak but he interrupts you, "No," he says, "Don't, please don't say anything". You gulp but listen to him. "Since that day I swore off that shit and vowed to never put someone through what she put me through. I moved in with Jeongin and his parents and got clean and continued dancing. After graduation Jeongin's dad found me a job using dance here and I've been here since."

No longer being able to ignore him, you sit up, frowning when you see tears streaming down his face. "It wasn't all bad though," he speaks giving a small smile, "Those bad friends I made in school, that's where I met Momo". You move to wipe his tears, "I wanted so badly to help her, I made her join dance with me. That's how we became partners. But she's always been up and down. Especially now with her jackss boyfriend, ruining all her progress".

You make him sit up so you can pull him into a hug. No wonder he had acted the way he did at the party when the worker offered you something. And with Momo, you didn't know he had been trying for years to help her and yet your father acted like it was his fault she was even in that position.

Pulling him tighter you finally speak, "Lee Minho, you're strong and amazing and your friends are so lucky to have you. I'm lucky to have met you this summer".

You pull away slightly to place a soft kiss on both of his cheeks, the taste of his tears lingering on your lips.

He brings a hand up to cup your face, gently running his thumb over your cheek before placing a kiss there. "I think I'm the lucky one".

You enjoy your quiet time with Minho, that's how the two of you had started and been since. Just the two of you, seemingly in your own world, away from the reality of your relationship.

Maybe that's why neither of you made an effort to tell the extent of your relationship to anyone else. Not even Jeongin or Momo knowing that you two continued to see each other outside of the staffing parties they invited you to.

Having your secret meant no one could remind you that summer would end soon, that Minho seemed to hate you at first, that your father seemed to hate him.

Instead you both could hide away from it all, him continuing to teach you dances and spending time in his room. Soaking in all the time you could before it was over.

You had been dancing with Minho between some of his classes and now he was walking you back to the main lounge where you were to meet your family for lunch. Laughing beside him as he tells a story of when Jeongin had gotten drunk last night, you keep your eyes on the dirt path. The path taking you through the trees until making it to the sidewalk of the main resort.

Almost reaching the sidewalk, you pause when you hear some familiar voices. Your eyes widen when you see your dad, sister, and Chan walk out of the building straight ahead of you. Panicking, you quickly push Minho off of the path and against a near tree, ignore the "What the fuck" coming out of his mouth as you try to hide both of you from their view.

You gulp, pushed against Minho as you keep an eye on your family. "Chan," your dad speaks, "Thank you for the tour, why don't you join us for lunch?" Chan seems to hesitate, "Oh, I'm not sure, I wouldn't want to intrude". Your sisters speaks next, "C'mon Chan, you don't work till later". "Obviously it would make Daisy happy," you dad joins, "Plus you can continue telling me about your university". You watch as Chan eventually agrees, your dad putting his arm around him as the three of them continue on the sidewalk to the lounge.

Letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you step away from Minho, only to look up and see the boy giving you a dark look. "Sorry," you gulp, "My family," you start but trail off not even sure how to continue the sentence.

Minho hums, throwing his hands in his pockets. You stare at him, unsure of what to say. "You know my dad doesn't know about us, and if he did-" you try to talk but Minho cuts you off with a scoff. "Of course, can't let him know you're with the guy who gets his friends into drugs".

"Minho, no. That's not-" But he doesn't listen, only talks more, "It's fine, it's true. I'll never be like the waiter. Chan and his perfect past and attending university. That's the kind of boy he wants for his daughters".

Reaching to grab him, you want to get him to listen, to let you explain, but he moves back away from your touch. "Look, I know we weren't exactly telling everyone about us but I also didn't expect you to make me hide behind a tree to avoid your family from seeing us together". Your throat tightens and tears between to prick at your eyes, "Please, Minho"

But the boy moves to walk, groaning and running his hand over his face, "I knew it, I knew this is what would happen." He shakes his head, "I'm just a fool to believe I have anything you need".

He turns, going to walk back to where you both came from and you try once more to call out his name. But he just continues to walk and you don't chase him.

Guilt fills your body the next couple of days, you know now that you never should have made Minho hide the way you did. That even knowing how your dad would react, you should have stood up for him. Told your dad what an amazing guy Minho is, that no matter what he would say it wouldn't stop your feelings for him.

But instead you let Minho believe he was no good for you, something he had already told you he thought before this started. How would you be able to recover from this?

You spend the the days looking for Minho, to try to apologize to him, but you can't seem to get him alone. Even when joining Jeongin at the parties, Minho wasn't in attendance. Not quite sure what to do, you feel desperate as you trudge to the staff housing one afternoon.

Knocking at the door you wait a second before it opens, "Hey!" Momo greets, "What are you doing here?" She looks as if she's in the middle of getting ready. You swallow, licking your lips, "I'm sorry, do you have a second to talk?". She purses her lips but nods opening the door, "I have a shift soon but you can talk while I do my makeup".

Taking a seat at the end of her bed you watch as she starts her stage makeup at her small vanity. "Minho and I have the after-dinner shift in the dancing lounge tonight". You nod, swallowing before speaking, "How is Minho?" "He's good, I guess. One of the other dancers has been out for the week so he's been taking his shifts as well". You don't know how to reply, don't know how to tell her what you came here for.

"Are you okay?" she asks, looking at your through the mirror, taking a break from applying her eye shadow. You avert your gaze to your lap, "Momo, do you remember when I told you that I liked Minho?" You can hear her turn around in her seat to look at you. "Well I believe that Minho liked me too".

Looking up to meet her confused gaze, you continue her story, "Since the night of the performance we-I mean he kissed me. He called me beautiful. And ever since that night, we've been...together and it's been so amazing and I-I think I love him Momo". You sigh, tears coming to your eyes as you confront your feelings.

The girl only looks at you blankly, examining your face. "Look," she finally says, "Is there, I mean have you, are you paying Minho?" You look at her in shock and disgust, she must think you're like those married women who pay for the company of the dancers. That Minho being with you has to only do with your money but you fell for him anyways.

"No!" you state, "No, there is no money. You must know we've been dancing together this whole time and it happened. I'm not paying him to sleep with me!" You become frustrated. It seems that no matter what you do, your money will follow you. Minho thinks he's not good for you because of it and now Momo thinks Minho is only with you because of it.

"I'm sorry," she states as she watches your tears start to spill from your eyes, "I was just asking, I didn't mean anything". You shake your head feeling deflated in the place you came for help. "I have to go," you stand and walk to the door as she calls out your name. You ignore her, leaving the room and heading to walk to the main resort trying to wipe your tears.

As you sniffle along the path, you hear someone call your name in the distance. Looking up, you see Jeongin waving at you, a large basket in one of his hands.

You walk to meet him, his big smile falling off his face when he can clearly seen you've been crying. "Are you okay?" he asks and you shake your head, tears starting to fall once more. "Here come help me fold these napkins".

Following him to the outdoor restaurant you stand beside him in silence, watching as he teaches you the proper way to fold the dinner napkins. Moments of quiet follow before he speaks up now that you've seemed to calm, "Will you tell me what happened?"

You huff, paying attention to the white cloth in your hands. "Minho," you finally say. He pauses his folding to look at you, "Minho?" You nod, avoiding his gaze but you finally let yourself speak. You tell Jeongin about the lake, about the night of the performance, of all the times after you and Minho were together, dancing and talking and loving. And of course you tell him about what you did to him when you saw your dad.

Jeongin takes in the story in silence, and you let him process as he must be so confused not having a clue about you and his cousin. "You see," he finally says, "Minho as had a really hard past". He looks at you confused when you nod, "He told me, about his mom". He looks shocked, "He told you?" You nod grabbing another napkin as he continues to look at you. "I was going to say that because of his hard past Minho can be really reserved, it takes him awhile to open up to people, that's why he seems so cold. But it seems you must be something special for him to tell you his story".

Looking up sadly at him, you confess, "I love him, Jeongin". He merely looks, at you, mouth quirking. "I know it's not ideal, with summer ending and all and I'll be leaving but I can't help it. I love him. I love him and I ruined it by making him think he's not enough for me".

Jeongin shakes his head, finally reaching to fold his napkin. "I know it's hard for you too. You have a great relationship with your family so it feels wrong to keep something secret from them no matter how much it means to you". It's true, you had been so scared to be keeping this secret from them, even just when you and Minho were strictly dancing. You had never lied to them before and now you were scared how it would effect your relationship.

"It was a mistake," You confess, "I never should've made Minho doubt himself or how I feel for him. I want to tell him this, to tell him that I love him. But I can't find him and now telling you this or telling Momo it just makes me seem like I shouldn't. That I should just leave him alone".

He sighs, "You know him and Momo's past, she was just trying to look after him like he always does for her". "She probably hates me for making Minho feel this way" you say but Jeongin makes a noise, "That's not true, she's protective but once she sees how you truly feel for him she's understand".

You grumble, "I just need Minho to understand".

That night after dinner you find yourself walking back to your room with your sister. You stifle a yawn as she drags on about why she thinks red lipstick will be out of style soon. Your parents have stayed in the lounge to watch a jazz show but you and Daisy insisted on going back to the room, you're exhausted from your draining day.

You stand in front of the elevator waiting for it to pick you up and take you to your floor. Daisy hums along the the quiet music playing in the hallways and you look down to your feet, moving them slightly and remembering random steps Minho has taught you.

The elevator opens with a ding and you hear Daisy gasp beside you, looking up your eyes widen to see the elevator was not empty. Your stomaching dropping and your chest tightening in a way that makes you feel sick. "Oh, sorry" Daisy giggles slightly embarrassed as your eyebrows furrow.

Inside the elevator is Minho, still dressed in his dancing suit, hands on the hips of another woman, her lips pressing into his neck before she notices you both. She turns to apologize and you recognise her immediately, Ruby. The married woman that was dancing with Minho that fateful night when you first found Momo. The woman Max explained that would get more than dance lessons with the money her husband gave to her.

You ignore as Ruby apologizes to your sister, eyes not leaving Minho's brown ones as he realizes it's you. Your lips begin to tremble, throat burning as you urge your tears to not fall. His lips open and close a couple of times, but his face tells you nothing, blank as it's always been.

Averting your gaze as he and Ruby move out of the elevator and you and your sister take their place. Daisy pushing the button to your floor, the doors closing finally blocking your view of them.

Now that you're finally out of their view you let out a cry, an ugly sob at seeing Minho with another woman. Your sister seems to panic beside you, asking if you're okay but you can't bring yourself to talk. Just trying to calm yourself as she wraps her arms around you.

An hour later you have managed to stop your crying and clean up for bed. You lay now under the comfort of the blankets, gazing at your sister who sits on her own bed across from you. It's silent besides the flipping of her pages of the magazine she looks through.

"Daisy," you call to her, "Are you sad to have to leave Chan soon?"

She purses her lips and looks to you, "Of course I am. We've spent so much time together here. But I know we will see each other more." She sounds confident, "His university is closer to the city so I will easily be able to see him".

Swallowing you decide to ask another question, "Do you love him?"

The small lap beside her bed illuminates the redness that comes to her cheeks. "Yes, I believe I do. That's what makes it so much harder to leave him".

The sinking feeling suddenly returns to your stomach and you turn your body around to face the wall, having enough sister gossiping for the night. You think of what Daisy says, that it will be harder to leave Chan because she loves him. You already had no doubt that it would hurt to leave Minho, but could it hurt worse than this? Hurt more than seeing him with another woman in the elevator? Hurt worse than having him think you believed he wasn't enough for you?

You weren't sure which will cut you deeper but it is clear that this summer will leave you with scars you will never be able to forget.

At this point there were only a couple of days before you and your family left the resort and returned home to the city. Summer was coming to an end and soon your experience here will just be memories.

You sit at lunch now with your family and Chan. Chan explaining to you all about the final show that the resort hosts. There is to be a large dinner in the lounge, everyone dressed in their best attire, and all of the talent staff gets to perform for them.

"It's amazing really," Chan says excitedly, "We have such amazing musicians, singers, and dancers here and they all work really hard to put on one last grand show for the guests". Your mom and sister smile excitedly at the news, already planning what to wear. Your own ears perk up as well, will this mean you will get to watch Minho dance once final time?

You recall the first time you saw him dance, partnered with Momo as the two best dancers you have ever seen. Nothing quite captivated you like their dancing and you find yourself hoping to witness it one more time.

"Chan is friends with some of the singers that are going to perform," Daisy tells you all excitedly, "He actually has an amazing voice himself but he has to work on serving the guests so he isn't able to perform". Chan blushes at the attention your family gives him, "Oh, no no I think I would be too shy to perform anyways, but one of my best friends Seungmin works as a singer here. His voice is truly out of this world".

Your mom excitedly explains she remembers Chan's friend from his performance in the gazebo last week. Suddenly your dad speaks up as he swirls his wine glass, "It's good you have some friends that work with you Chan. But just make sure you stick with the right crowd, son. I know there are employees here that don't make the right decisions and I would hate for a good kid like you to get mixed up in that".

You freeze as he talks, putting your fork down as you feel your rage start to fill your body. Chan only nervously chuckles but you know exactly what your father is talking about. The night he helped Momo is obviously clear in his brain and he still holds a deep judgement for everyone that was there. Perhaps even you.

"My friends are not for you to judge, daddy". You speak to your father across from you.

Everyone stops what they're doing to look at you. Clearly shocked as you were never one to speak up, especially if it meant speaking against your father. He puts his drink down, "Excuse me?" You swallow hard trying not to lose your confidence. "I know what you're implying by what you said, but you have no right to judge them. They are my friends and they are some of the greatest people I have ever met."

Your father's gaze hardens and you can see out of the corner of your eyes that your mother reaches out to grab his arm, "I have every right to judge them," he says your name firmly, "You dragged me to help with the mess that they made. No one ends up in those situations if they make the right decisions".

Clenching your jaw your try to chose your words carefully, "I never would have expected my father to be a man who judges those on such miniscule things. I thought he was better than that".

Your sister looks at you wide eyed before your mother shouts your name, no one pleased with your words. Your father merely keeps your gaze for another moment before he leaves the table without another word.

Your mother calls your name, "How could you speak to your father in such a way?" She looks worried but the rage you felt is still strong. "I am merely sticking up for those that I love".

Hours later and you have cooled off enough to attempt to find your father. After guidance from your mother, you were able to find him sitting alone under a gazebo, seeking shelter from the rain that had started falling.

You move to wordlessly sit next to him but he doesn't even make an attempt to look at you. After a moment of nothing but the sound of rain falling, he finally speaks, "Is that where my money went?"

Looking at him confused, you weren't sure what to say so he speaks again, "When you claimed you had a friend who needed money to get home, is this where it went instead? For them to buy drugs?"

Your eyes widen, "No! Of course not, daddy! You don't understand," you turn in your seat to face him, "That money was for her, but it was for her to enter a program to break her addiction. But that night her boyfriend came and stole that money and caused that mess".

"Her boyfriend?" he questions, "One of those two who were waiting with you outside?". A panicked feeling rises in your chest as you feel you have to hurriedly defend your friends as quickly as possible. "No! Daddy, you have it all wrong. Those guys are Minho and Jeongin, they are her friends and they are the ones who are desperately trying to help her break her addiction!"

Your father only stays silent. You weren't sure what you were expecting, maybe for him to apologize for the misunderstanding, to offer to fix the way he acted towards them. But you're starting to see now that maybe your father is no longer the man you admired since you were a young girl.

"You know I'm starting to think it was a mistake to let you move into a dorm when you go to university this fall, we should look into you staying at home instead" He turns back to face the view of the lake once again, "I'm disappointed in you," he says your name.

Eyes watering as you realize this is forever the turning point in your relationship, "Well I'm disappointed in you too, daddy"

He turns his head quickly to look at you, seemingly more shocked at your words than upset. You will yourself to continue your speech even as your voice wavers, "My whole life I believed you were the greatest man in the world. I looked up to you and thought you could do no wrong. I thought you were the kindest man alive who was eager to help those around him. But now I can see that I'm wrong".

He says your name but you continue to speak your mind, not even bothering to wipe the tears that have fallen down your face, "I'm not your little girl anymore, daddy. I'm an adult who can make my own decisions, and live with my own mistakes. I'm sorry I didn't turn out into the perfect daughter you always dreamed of me being". You finally let out your emotions, feeling a huge weight being lifted that you have felt for years.

This summer wasn't the first time your father made you feel this way but it finally opened your eyes and allowed you to act on it. You don't know what'll happen between you two now, but you find comfort in the fact that you voiced what you really feel to him.

At the end of your speech you get up and make your way to the walking path, not bothering to look back at your father.

You walk the long way through the heavy rain, not even feeling bothered by how soaked you were getting. Now you walked with a mission after the adrenaline from speaking with your father still lingered in your brain.

Making your way to your destination without much thought, you were suddenly knocking on Minho's door. Hoping he would open it and hoping he would even let you in after seeing it was you.

The door suddenly opens and Minho stands there eyes widening when he sees it's you, "What are you doing here, it's pouring" He gestures for you to come inside. You watch as he closes the door behind you and moves to grab a towel as a change of clothes. You hadn't seen him since the incident with your family and your heart thuds loudly at the sight of him.

"Here you need to change quickly" he avoids eye contact but hands you a towel along with a shirt and pants that were his. You move behind a screen he has set up and dry yourself and change, listening as you can hear him move to the record player and starts some music.

You set your wet clothes over the screen to dry and see Minho sitting on the edge of his bed. He's wearing a black tank top and slacks like the many many times where he has taught you to dance. Taking a chance, you move to sit beside him and when it doesn't move away you relax a little.

Thunder booms in the distance and your hand twitches in your lap, wanting nothing more than to reach over and hold onto the man you have come to love. But suddenly the image of him in the elevator with Ruby comes to mind so you squeeze your own hands together instead.

"I spoke to my father today," you start as you stare at your hands, "I had grown up thinking he was the best man in the world but after hearing him talk badly about you and Momo I realized the wasn't the case. For the first time in my life I spoke up". You can feel his gaze burning into your face but your own eyes stay planted to your lap.

"He's your father, baby" Minho speaks, the nickname rolling off his tongue before he can help it, "He only wants best for his daughter, you can't blame him for wanting better for his daughter than to be caught up in a crowd like that".

"No!" you reply, frustrated because he doesn't understand, "You don't get it Minho. "All of my life I have merely been a projection of his idea of a perfect daughter. Everything I have ever done is because he wanted me to." You sniffle and quickly wipe your tears, "This summer was the first time I have truly felt like I have made my own choices. I chose to be friends with Jeongin. I chose to help Momo. I chose to love you". Your voice falters in the end.

A silence follows but you decided not to dwell on it, "The point is that for the first time in my life I spoke out against my father. I defended Momo, I defended you, I defended myself." you look up to the roof to try to stop your tears.

"My father had no right to judge you and I made sure to tell him that. He had no right to make your feel so low about yourself," you pause for a second, "I had no right to make you feel that way, Minho. I regret nothing more than making you believe like you weren't enough for me. I was just a scared little girl who was afraid of her father. But I know now that he wasn't worth making you feel that way about yourself".

Sobs begin to wreck your body and Minho stands to grab tissues from his dresser. He returns to his seat next to you, handing you one tissue while he keeps the other help to dry your tears. One hand strokes your hair as he waits for your to calm down.

Just as you finally catch your breath your reminded of the image of him and Ruby so you speak again, "I'm sorry," you sniffle, "I just didn't want to leave this summer having you think I felt that way about you. Even though you haved moved on, please just know I truly love you Minho, and you were more than enough for me".

Minho frowns as you attempt to stand from his bed, "Hey, what are you doing?" He questions, standing and grabbing your forearms to face him. You shake your head, "I know Minho. And I know you saw me too, with the elevator, and Ruby".

He gulps, "It's not-" he pauses closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "It's not like that okay". You swallow, "I saw you both with my own eyes".

"Okay, I was upset. When I was working my shift and when Ruby offered me money like all the times before I followed her to her room," You avert your gaze not knowing if you wanted to hear the details he was sharing. "But she had leaned in to kiss me and I couldn't do it. I pulled away before she could and told her I couldn't She offered me double but I still refused. When you saw us in the elevator she was walking me back down so I could leave, she kept grabbing me and kissing my neck to try and change my mind but I was grabbing her to remove her from me".

Looking at him once again, you can't lie to say you didn't feel relieved at hearing the truth, "Really?" You ask just to make sure and he nods, "I told you before I don't do that if I'm taken and no matter what happened I can't stop thinking about you".

You gulp taking in the darkness of his eyes. "So you really defended me in front of your father?" He smirks and you shake your head with a small laugh, "Yes, and I would do it a million times more. I wish I was strong enough to do it before".

He runs his hands up and down your arms, "It's been hard for me to accept that I am good enough to have you, we are so different in every way. But I have come to love you so much that I'm afraid no matter what I can't let you go".

Eyes widening you look up to meet his gaze, "Did you say love?"

His smirk only deepens, eyebrows raised as he replies to you, "Yeah, didn't you say you loved me too? Or did I misunderstand?"

Quickly wrapping your arms around him, you pull him into a tight hug, "Minho, I love you. I don't want to leave". His arms wrap around you just as tightly as he begins to rock you both back in forth. "It'll be okay," he says your name softly, "We'll figure something out".

Unfortunately the night of the final dinner has arrived. It was your last night at the resort and tomorrow morning you would be packing to leave. You sit at a dinner table in the longue with your family, enjoy the show that the talented workers put on.

Just a dessert was served they announced the performance of two talented dancers and you smile widely as Momo and Minho take the stage. "Those are my friends," you say proudly to your family and your mother and sister watch with interest as your dad huffs. Although things are still strained with your dad, the two of you have at least starting talking to each other once more. There's a part of you that hoped he was starting to realize that he was the one is the wrong.

The whole crowd watches in awe at the professional dances that Minho and Momo perform. Their routine include difficult moves that impressed everyone, including the lift you had begged Minho not to include when you were doing your own routine in the beginning of the summer.

You clapped loudly as it came to an end, even standing to show your support. The whole crowd roared and even your mom and sister cheered loudly, clearly impressed.

Quickly excusing yourself from the table, you make your way to where they would come off stage. Smiling brightly as they made their way down the stairs, "You guys were so amazing! It feels like it's been so long since I saw the two of you dance together". They smile back at you, Momo pulling you into a hug. "I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me this summer," she whispers in your ear and you squeeze her. Starting next week she will start attending the rehab your dad had recommended. You wished her luck and she pulls away, "I better see you again next summer".

You chuckle as she walks away, reaching your hand out to grasp Minho's. You hear someone call your name and you turn to see Jeongin making his way over to you with a big smile. Letting go of Minho's hand you pull the younger boy into a big hug, "I'll miss you" you tell him laugh as he spins you around, "Maybe Minho can bring you over to my house something," You nod. Jeongin will be going back to his parents house, attending school until next summer came around.

"I would love that," you say and give him one last squeeze before he has to return to work. Finally to turn back to Minho, "You were so amazing up there, I will never get tired of watching you dance". He chuckles but you can see the redness of his ears. He pulls you into a tight hug, kissing your forehead. Reaching for his hand once again you pull him towards the table where your family sat. Your sister smirks while your mom wears a curious expression, you didn't need to look to see your father had his jaw clenched.

"Everyone," you say, holding onto Minho's arm with both hands, "This is Minho". They give you a questioning look but your mother urges him to take a seat nonetheless.

He bashfully thanks her before taking the seat between you and Daisy. There is a beat of silence but you smile at him to attempt to ease his nerves. "Do you know Chan by chance? He works as a waiter?" Your sister speaks eager to break the quietness.

Minho nods clearly his throat, "I don't see him often but he's very kind". Your mother speaks up next, cutting into her cake. "I know Chan only works here during the summer, is this only a summer job for you too?"

Your father seems to perk up, eyeing him to hear his answer which makes Minho nervous. You grab his hand under the table and give it a squeeze. "That's right, it's pretty slow here the rest of the year. I only work here for summer but the rest of the time I work at another hotel dancing, as well as working at a nearby gas station". He turns to look at you and you give him a reassuring nod. He speaks again, "Although I'm going to start taking classes at the community college here in town this fall".

"Oh? Is that right? What are you planning to study?" You mother gives a smile and Minho blushes, "Childhood education".

The table pauses, as if they didn't hear him right. "Minho, is a wonderful dancer as well as a wonderful dance teacher". You boost for him.

"That makes sense, you were so amazing up there" You sister praises him. He licks his lips, silently thanking her as he reverts his eyes, never one to take compliments so easy. "It's my dream to open a dance academy for kids in school. Dancing helped me as a young kid when I was going through hard times so I would love to provide the same opportunity to others".

You can't keep the smile off your face as Minho explains, so proud of the man that you love. Daisy and your mother gush over him and his plan and urge him to eat some of the many desserts they served the table with.

Some time later you decided to take a walk with Minho, "I'll be back". you say as you and Minho stand. Your mother and sister bidding him farewell.

Suddenly the sound of a moving chair screeches and your eyes widen to see your father has stood up along with you. The three of you stand in shock for a moment before your father moves, reaching his hand out to Minho, "It was nice to meet you. I wish you luck on your schooling as well as your future plans".

It's simple but it makes you smile. He had finally realized he was the one in the wrong.

Minho thanks him profusely and they two of you finally make your way out of the lounge hand in hand. The two of you walk the path outside, taking in the stars and you swing your arms back and forth.

You can't lie that you were terrified to leave Minho tomorrow. The future seemed so unclear without being in the same resort, being hours away from each other instead. But you both promised each other to visit one another when you had the chance.

It'll be hard you know, but you think for Minho anything would be worth it. Worth it to see him accomplish his dreams, worth it to be with the man you love.

"What a crazy summer" Minho speaks, and you laugh, "I never would have imagined my summer would have gone like this". He agrees with a hum, "Do you regret it?" You quickly shake your head, "Never. Even if in fifty years from now you decided you no longer love me, I will never forget this summer and everything you did for me. You helped me more than you can imagine".

Minho wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest, "I think we helped each other, baby".

You reach to place a kiss to his jaw, "I love you, Minho".

He stops walking to place a hand on your jaw, bringing you in for a slow kiss. Pecking you several times after which leaves you giggling as he pulls away, "I love you, baby".

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𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 | chap 07

SYPNOSIS: wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, contemporary fantasy, enemies to lovers, third pov, eventual previous past lives will be entailed.

WARNINGS: expletives, blood, violence.

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

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The events of last night are still fresh in her head. She remembers vividly what happened after she danced with Jake. Above all, she recalls being carried in a bridal style by a pair of strong arms while becoming mildly inebriated from accidentally drinking one of their strongest rums before losing her consciousness.

Her body moves slightly when she reacts to the sensation of a palm cradling the side of her face and a thumb gently caressing her cold cheek, providing her with warmth just by his touch. He has a warmth that is unlike any other and a warmth that she recognises, which stems from his intrinsic power.

Her eyelids flutter open, and in an instant, her eyes meet his almond-hued eyes with radiant gold rims. The emotions in his eyes are as brilliant as the sun, exhibiting an abundance of love and adoration─familiar sentiments that are solely reserved for her whenever he gazes at her.

His perfect cupid bow lips curve into a grin that sends a flutter to her heart, to which she reciprocates with a soft smile. She averts her gaze momentarily from his face. Only then does she realise they are at someplace where there are infinite meadows as they lie next to each other, with his hand remaining on her cheek.

"Hello, love." The mellow tone of his voice intensifies the butterflies swarming in her tummy.

"Jino." She utters his name, making his heart swell with the apparent affection in her voice. Her soft countenance is shadowed by mischief while a grin smears across her pink lips. "Have you been watching me sleep?"

He hums pleasantly in response as he remains caressing her cheek affectionately. "Is it a problem?"

"It's creepy." She scoffs lightly, but the smile on her lips can't fool him into believing her words.

"I know you love it." He scoots his body closer to hers until the proximity between them is almost nonexistent. He grabs her hand tenderly before raising it up to kiss her palm and placing it on his warm cheek right after.

Any traces of mischief on his face are gone, replaced by melancholy, with his gaze on her face, as though he is also memorising her features and engraving them into his mind. His eyes glisten beautifully. "You look as beautiful as the day I lost you, love." The sadness he carries in his tone is raw and almost painful in the way he speaks.

Despite the tears pricking her eyes and how her heart clenches in pain from recalling a certain memory, she manages to smile at him. "Did you miss me?"

"So, so much." His voice is barely above a whisper. He leans towards her face to plant a kiss on her forehead. "My love." He murmurs, trailing his kisses down her cheeks. A teardrop slides down his cheek as he closes his eyes to place a tender kiss on her lips. "My beautiful love." He whispers against her lips.

This time, she doesn't hold back the impending tears. Their lips remain connected, with thousands of emotions pouring into the kiss while their hearts ache the same. As the breeze hits their skin, they slowly pull away, fluttering their eyes open.

"I wish to be here with you forever." He says, cradling her hand close to his chest. "I wish for a lot of things, Lilith."

"As do I." Her lips tremble, and the sight of her face with tears streaming down silently looks devastatingly beautiful in his eyes. "But we can only afford to wish, especially after what we have done."

"Do you regret it?" He asks firmly. "I know I don't."

"I don't know." She sighs softly, feeling his hand squeezing hers in a comforting manner. "Our defiance has led to terrible consequences."

"The curse Astra inflicted upon you," He murmurs solemnly. "and us."

She nods her head, but despite being disheartened, she manages a feeble smile before leaning in to peck his nose. "Thank you."

His cheeks are coated in pink from her initiation of affection. "Why are you thanking me, love?"

"For treating the reincarnated me kindly, especially for the dance." Her chuckles bring a smile to his lips. "I can feel her feelings have shifted towards you."

"I can say the same for Jake." His breathy chuckles make her heart flutter. "I mean, me. Since Jake is me. But I can't deny the fact that my reincarnated name sounds weird to hear."

"How about you get used to it?" She grins, and the playfulness returns to her eyes. "Jake."

He groans, dipping his head into her neck and subsequently inhaling her scent, which makes him calm. "Too weird, my love."

"Jino~ Jake~" She begins to play around, eliciting giggles from the man, who is still burying his face in the curve of her neck while his arm is locked around her waist. Her fingers ascend to his blond locks, marvelling at how smooth they feel. She hums delightfully, leaning down to his ear before whispering, "Jake?"

"Elora." He reciprocates, mumbling against her skin. "I'll call you Elora. It's fair since you kept teasing me."

"I'm already accustomed to hearing that." She retorts, but her voice remains soft, almost lulling him to sleep just by the sound of her voice. But something catches her attention, causing her fingers to cease playing with his hair. "Jino?"

"Yes, my love?"

"You're fading." Her eyes catch the way his figure is starting to fade, almost turning into dust. Pain slithers its way around her heart, squeezing her heart painfully.

"Close your eyes, love." He gently implores, bringing his lips to her forehead and pressing a deep, lingering kiss. "I'll remember you soon. I'll make certain of it."

She closes her eyes almost painfully, swallowing back a sob as his warmth gradually departs her until she feels nothing. Just sheer coldness and the stark reality that whatever happiness she experiences will always be ephemeral.

She weeps silently, holding back painful sobs while she remains lying on the ground. Unbeknownst to her, as she succumbs to the grievance that is enfolding her in its cold embrace, a pair of warm yet strong arms go underneath her body, pulling her out of the grievance as she finds herself being carried in a bridal style.

"I'm here, my rose." His deep, husky voice sends her a wave of consolation while his arms provide her with a sense of security, also leading her to seek solace in his arms. "Don't cry anymore. I'm here now."

"Noa." Her voice sounds slightly hoarse, bringing a frown to his lips. She flutters her eyes open as she looks up to meet his grey eyes. His heart clenches at the sight of her beautiful face being stained by the tears.

He manages a smile, though it is faint. "Let's go for a fly, yeah?" Just as he says that, the huge movement behind his back captures her attention.

She watches as his wings, which seem to be made out of feathers painted coal black with fog emanating, extend out. She has almost forgotten about his fairly large wings, which used to render anyone of a faint heart petrified by the sight as well as his true form.

"Hold on tight to me." He instructs her firmly, yet there is a tinge of softness. She complies, locking her arms around his neck and closing her eyes as she embraces herself for the impact of the departure.

A yelp leaves her lips, startled by the precipitate of the departure, and she can feel the difference compared to when she is on land. On the other hand, he takes a glance down at her with a soft chuckle, finding her reaction endearing. She is just the same as she was.

His wings flap deftly behind him, soaring higher, until he is certain that they are able to view the picturesque meadows while the skies are gradually painted in the beautiful shades of purple and blue as the sun has descended, now welcoming the twilight by the horizon.

"You can open your eyes now." His voice is laced with amusement, which automatically brings a scowl to her face, but nonetheless, she flutters her eyes open.

Her arms around his neck tighten, feeling apprehensive about the fact that she is practically many feet above the ground. But the way he holds her firmly and carefully reminds her that she can trust him.

So she begins to loosen the tension in her body and decides to watch the skies gradually turn dark. A soft gasp leaves her lips as soon as she takes a glance below, admiring how beautiful the meadows are, with varieties of flowers blooming.

"Are you still afraid?" His question pulls her attention away from admiring the overall view as she lands her gaze on his face.

The sound of his flapping wings can be heard while the wind hits her skin. Her eyes soften before she puts a small smile on her lips. "No. Why would I be afraid when I'm in your arms?"

His heart warms at her affirmation. "That's right, my rose. You can always trust me."

Heat weaves across her cheeks at the endearment. "If only the reincarnated me could trust the reincarnated you." She murmurs sadly, her eyes turning crestfallen.

In response, he tightens his arms around her body before he heaves a low sigh. "Me too, but for as long as I'm unable to breach the borders, I'm afraid that the reincarnated me may hurt you, or worse."

"I feel the same way as well." Her beautiful eyes glisten with tears as she smiles ruefully. "Even as we've been reincarnated, we will never have our happy ending."

"Don't lose hope yet, my rose. Please." He whispers dolefully, and the pain in his eyes stabs her in the heart. His eyes flicker down at her lips. "Kiss me."

A shaky breath leaves her lips before she raises her body just slightly with one hand cradling the side of his jaw, using it to turn his head for her to aim her lips at his awaiting ones. The kiss is bittersweet, with tears trickling down their cheeks. He deepens the kiss, savouring it, as he is uncertain if he will be able to kiss her like this again.

"I love you, Lilith." He whispers against her lips, slowly pulling away. The raw emotion in his voice is palpable, one with so much pain that it elicits a soft sob from her. "I love you, even in death."

"I love you too, Noa." Her soft cries make his heart ache tremendously. With his head facing her, he leans in to rest his forehead against hers while he ceases flying, remaining in the sky with his wings flapping slowly. They flutter their eyes close as soon as they feel the familiar sensation that causes them to depart from each other, perhaps forever.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Perhaps it was the strongest rum she drank last night that caused her to feel a hangover, or it was the ambiguous dream she had, but one thing is for sure: she is lacking sleep. For some reason, her temporary handmaiden had awakened her much earlier as the queen requested her presence in one of the rooms in the library.

Elora releases a small yawn as she walks mindlessly along the hallway, the remnants of somnolence still persist in her body. She takes a brief glance at herself in the reflective window glass. The black corset waist pants feel strangely comfortable despite it being fitting enough to accentuate her curves, with the white long-sleeved blouse tucked inside. Her lilac hair is tied in a lovely side braid, with a few strands of her baby hair decorating her face frame.

"Where are you going?" Jake's abrupt presence beside her doesn't even startle her, probably because everything around her feels slow due to obvious reason.

"To the library. The queen has requested my presence." Elora answers him, yawning for another time. She steals a glance at him, noticing how similar his attire is to hers.

"Why?" Jake presses, causing the female to feel slightly irritated by his questions, especially when it's still early in the morning.

"I don't know." She grumbles, while the prince doesn't conceal the fact that he is pleased by how irritated she clearly is. But a certain question lingers in her mind as she recalls something. "Do you know who carried me back to the room after I nearly passed out?"

Jake's eyes soften at how she appears to be sheepish. The facade she has shown him since last night is different compared to the first time they met. "Why, my brother, of course. Your groom. But he didn't look too pleased that you decided to get drunk."

Elora huffs slightly. "It wasn't even intentional. I had no idea how strong that rum was."

"Lesson learned; it is wise not to indulge in your curiosity." Jake gives her a mirthful grin, sending a peculiar flutter into her heart. "We're here."

Elora shifts her gaze to her surroundings, now realising that they have arrived in the library. Her eyes search for the queen, and in an instant, she spots the queen in the centre of the library along with some of the princes.

As they are nearly reaching them, Elora ignores their gazes and focuses solely on the queen, to whom she bows and greets, "Your highness."

Conflict resides in the queen's gaze. "That is not necessary─" She comes to a halt before recovering her composure after deflating for a good minute upon seeing Elora's face. Her icy demeanour returns as she meets Elora's gaze. "Follow me."

"But we need her for our planning discussion." Sunghoon tells his mother, frowning as he does so.

Elora is caught off guard when the queen places her hand on her lower back. "I won't steal her away for long. Perhaps all of you may begin without her first."

The queen's tone indicates that there is no room for argument. Without waiting for any of their responses, the queen ushers Elora further deeper into the library, where there are private rooms, but instead of heading to one of the rooms, the queen makes a turn where there is a peculiar-looking shelf.

Elora watches in silence as the queen places her palm on the shelf and whispers a spell under her breath. Finally, the shelf slides open, revealing a dim room. When the queen enters, Elora follows suit without any questions. Right after they enter, Elora is startled by the sound of the shelf closing behind her.

"Why did you bring me here?" Elora asks, her voice echoing throughout the fairly large room.

Instead of answering her question, the queen mutters another spell as she uses her magic to light up all the candles in the room, allowing Elora to scan the room clearly. There are antique books that probably haven't been read in a long time arrayed on shelves at every wall, all except for a certain wall that bears canvas hanging on the wall with white cloths draping over it.

The queen ambles towards a unique large canvas in silence, her hand reaching for the edge of the cloth before pulling it down, and what the canvas entails appalled Elora to the point where she feels sick to the stomach.

"Why do you have a painting of me?" Elora asks shakily, her hand is trembling while her heart is experiencing strange palpitations.

Whoever painted that canvas surely did an amazing job, getting her details right with the exception of the colour of her eyes. They're in the same crimson hue as the queen's or any other vampires. Goosebumps arise on her skin while her stomach churns with turmoil.

"Have you ever heard about a tale of demigods and demigoddesses that once reigned supremacy and ruled over kingdoms?" The queen's question throws her off guard, bringing a frown to her face.

"I have not." Elora answers slowly, not understanding where this is going.

"Of course you haven't. No one has except every other sovereign." The queen shoots her a sympathetic smile, surprising Elora with the shift in her demeanour. "It has been a taboo topic for millennia. It is wise for one to remain curious rather than learn of their existence."

"Yet, here you are telling me." Elora remarks with sarcasm lacing her tone.

"I can't help it. Especially when you bear the face of the demigoddess, one of the first monarchs." The queen says in a whisper, shifting her eyes to the canvas. "The resemblance between your face and hers is uncanny. When I saw your face for the first time, I thought you were her."

"But I'm not." Elora retorts, somehow feeling annoyed, but she maintains her collected demeanour. "I don't understand. Why would you even tell me all of this?"

"Because a part of me believes that you're her." The queen moves to the side, where there are compartment drawers. She draws one of them and grabs something before revealing it to Elora. A scarlet pendant. The same pendant that the demigoddess on the canvas is wearing.

The queen ambles towards Elora and stops in front of her. A small smile, one that is filled with uncertainty, appears on the queen's lips before she grabs Elora's hand and places the pendant on her palm. "But another part of me is uncertain. Perhaps you are the demigoddess's doppelgänger, or perhaps you're not. This pendant will prove if you're indeed the demigoddess. It once belonged to her."

Elora stares at the pendant on her palm. As it gleams, she feels an odd sensation, but that's just it. The pendant looks like mere useless jewellery. "So how does it prove if I'm indeed the demigoddess?"

"I can't precisely tell you the details since I wouldn't know how it would happen, but this pendant is as powerful as it was a thousand years ago. It is instilled with magic." The queen smiles faintly. "And it was also a delicate gift from the demigoddess's beloveds."

"Beloveds?" Elora raises her eyebrows, feeling rather intrigued. "As in, like lovers?"

The queen nods her head, but the smile on her face deflates. "I trust that you'll keep this from my sons. The least they need is a distraction that might potentially deviate them from their mandates. Now come. We must leave this room, or else they'll begin to wonder."

"But I have more questions." Elora tells her exasperatedly while clenching the pendant in her palm. "Where is the demigoddess now? And why do I look like her?"

"I can't provide you with the answers you seek, but I can only tell you this." The queen's gaze turns icy serious. "What happened to the demigods and demigoddesses of our world was a terrible tragedy. A tragedy that happened as a consequence of their defiance in violating the deity's rule."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Elora had tucked the pendant securely in the pockets of her pants by the time she nearly arrived at the centre of the library, where all of the princes are presently in a discussion. She spots a large piece of parchment paper on the table, and she squints her eyes just enough to understand that they are plotting on their world's map.

The sound of her footsteps draws attention to her with their heads turned, but she simply ignores them and invites herself to plop down on the single couch. Despite how she is being treated like vampire royalty here, the resentment is still apparent within her, as is the hatred.

Above all, she detests the fact that she will be betraying her people and the mermaidians. She feels helpless, especially when she hasn’t felt a hint of her magic since last night. Instinctively, she touches her bracelet, holding her wrist close to her chest.

"There are six kingdoms we are required to pass through in order to get to Mermaidia." Heeseung resumes after staring at a distressed Elora, who is still zoning out. "We will disembark for Pyrefall first."

"This should be easy since we have Jay." Sunghoon pats Jay's shoulder. "With Jay, I'm sure the dragons won't perceive us as threats."

"Elora will be riding with me." Heeseung's statement pulls her out of her thoughts as she shifts her gaze to him with a quizzical look.

"What's the plan, and why will I be riding with you?" Elora asks with a frown on her face. "Are we not embarking by foot?"

"Unless you want to suffer for a few days to pass through Pyrefall." Sunoo shoots her a lazy grin as he is seated across from her with his leg draped over the other. "Otherwise, we will be flying."

Elora looks at him, confounded. "How?"

"Riki has already summoned his creatures, which the rest of us will be riding on, while you and Heeseung will be with Jay." Jungwon explains to her.

The princes resume the discussion, while Elora proceeds to remain silent, despite the fact that she is still confused by the whole thing. But mainly because of the turmoil churning in her stomach over the fact that she might have to face the consequences of betraying the mermaidians.

"Faehaven will be the last point, followed by our final arrival at Mermaidia."

The kingdom name triggers her as she blinks her eyes before they harden with resentment. She abruptly stands, drawing their attention to her. "Listen, I admire your meticulous planning and bravery, but do you really think that you will come out alive after trying to steal the crystal heart?"

"That's why we have you." Jay says, standing across from her with his arms crossed over his chest. "Since you're obviously not an ordinary citizen of Mermaidia, you will implore the sovereigns to allow the crystal heart to be in our possession."

Her heart begins to pump loudly while dread crawls to her skin. "Or else?"

"Or else you'll have to watch your people suffer." Sunoo smirks, his eyes gleaming delightfully with wickedness. "Trust me, you wouldn’t want that."

Elora scoffs loudly. "The seven of you against my people? I highly doubt that you would prevail, especially with our tight security system. As a matter of fact, you will be facing your demise before you can even steal the crystal heart."

"You really shouldn’t underestimate what we can do, Mia Cara." Heeseung states calmly, and when she meets his eyes, she feels an odd sensation through her body, understanding that he meant what he said. "You haven’t even seen what we can do."

Elora swallows harshly before composing herself as she glares at her groom. "As for you, do you seriously think that I'll still remain your bride after betraying my people? No. I'll be executed for treachery."

"We'll protect you." Heeseung counters firmly. "For as long as you remain corporative, then rest assured that you'll be protected by us."

"Protect me? From my own people?" Elora releases a derisive laugh before her icy demeanour returns with her eyes going ablaze. "I'd rather die in the hands of my people than to return with you here."

"You should trust us." Sunghoon says sternly. "We've been sworn to protect you at all costs by the monarch's order."

"I don't trust my enemies." Elora retorts coldly. "I'd be a fool to place my trust in all of you."

"You see, that's what we still don't understand." Riki's deep yet cold voice is resonating, intimidating her just slightly, especially with the way he is leering at her. "Why are we your enemies? We haven’t even met until now."

"And for that matter, you still haven’t clarified what your purpose is for being here in the first place." Sunoo adds.

Elora curls her hand into a fist, clenching it while she holds back from revealing the truth. "Since you have your secrets to keep, I have mine." She quips, looking away from their gaze.

"Fine, if that's how you want to play." Heeseung is in front of her just as she blinks. Her breath hitches in her throat at the close proximity between them, as well as his fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him in the eyes. "But know this, you belong to us, and you shall be protected by us, even if it means that you'll be watching your people die in our hands."

A muscle jumps in her jaw. "Screw you." She whispers, her eyes flickering momentarily at his pink lips, before she forces herself to back away from him. "You know what? I hope that you'll meet your demise once we reach Mermaidia."

Elora spins on her heels, trudging her way towards the exit. She clenches her fist hard, hating how she feels compelled to kiss him for a moment and wanting to feel his lips on hers again.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

For the next hour or so, they have been gathered in the courtyard, preparing for their departure. Earlier, the king and queen had bid their farewell to their sons before leaving for their duties, whereas Celeste arrived right after.

Elora, who has been entirely silent, is still gobsmacked by the sight of five pegasus with shadowy manes flowing and jet black coats. She has seen pegasus and unicorns back in her kingdom, but she has never seen anything like them. They look terrifying enough to leave her slightly shaken. Their eyes are glowing amber while smoke comes out of their muzzles.

"I wanted mine to be a dragon, though." Sunoo complains to Riki, to which the latter rolls his eyes before heading for his pegasus. The other princes can be seen stroking their assigned pegasus.

"Cool, am I right?" Celeste nudges Elora with her elbow after having seen the latter's reaction, which is rather amusing. "They aren’t exactly real pegasus. Riki created them. It's one of his many abilities."

"More like terrifying." Elora says dryly, shifting her eyes from the pegasus to Celeste. "Will you be joining us as well?"

Celeste adorns a small smile on her face. "As much as I would love to join all of you, I can't. Since I have recently recovered from a coma, my physician strongly advised me to remain in the castle and have ample rest."

Elora can't help but be visibly disappointed. She admits that she has grown a tad fond of the princess, and it would be great to have Celeste join them on their journey since Celeste is more tolerable to be with than the princes.

Celeste catches the disappointment in Elora's eyes. She grabs Elora's hand. "But, as soon as I regain full strength, only then will I be permitted to join all of you." Celeste's gentle smile eases Elora's tension. "Besides, I have a feeling that you might need my assistance."

"We'll send you our location if you ever decide to join us." Heeseung tells his sister as he speaks from behind, startling Elora. She ignores the tingles on her skin when he wraps his arm around her shoulder. "We need to get going."

"Good luck on your journey." Celeste squeezes Elora's hand before releasing it. With one last smile, Celeste turns her back on them before returning into the castle with her gown dragging behind her.

Elora's eyes drift to Heeseung's forearm, noticing a golden vambrace latch around his forearm that is exactly the same as the rest of the princes that are wearing it. "What's that?" The question flies out of her mouth before she can stop herself.

Heeseung looks down at where she is looking before returning his gaze to her curious ones. "It's a magic vambrace, Mia Cara."

"What does it do, and why are you wearing it?" She presses, and instead of finding her incessant questions annoying, he finds himself being endeared by her while suppressing a grin.

"This is a magical device that provides us with some specific aids, such as changing attire, sending our location to Celeste, who also has one in her possession, and granting us the ability to conjure weapons we desire." Heeseung explains.

The fact that he speaks softly almost diverted her from her anger, especially considering that the magical crystals that their ancestors stole from her kingdom were the main component of the invention for this contraption.

"I see." Elora tries her utmost to keep her anger at bay. She decides to distract herself by darting her eyes around, looking for a certain prince. "Where is Jay, anyway?"

This time, Jake speaks up as he approaches her. "You don't know?"

She raises her eyebrow. "Know what?"

"Jay's shifting." Jake answers, adorning that signature yet charming grin of his on his countenance. "But he doesn’t like shifting in front of anyone."

"There he is." Sunghoon's announcement prompts Elora to look at where they are looking, and to say she is shocked is an understatement.

"That dragon!" Elora gasps loudly in disbelief, staring at the enormous dragon with its wings flapping and descending to the ground with a thud. Her mouth is still agape, eliciting chuckles from both Heeseung and Jake.

"Is this your first time seeing Jay's dragon form?" Jake asks with a mirthful grin.

Elora's head starts to spin with the revelation. Not only is that the same dragon who snatched her away just when she was about to plunge her knife into Sunghoon, but the dragon is actually Jay?

"Come on." Heeseung grabs her hand almost tenderly and gives it a squeeze. "We'll be riding him."

Elora allows Heeseung to drag her while she goes numb, still staring at Jay, who is emitting low growls while his face has a tinge of annoyance at the fact that Sunoo and Jungwon have been pestering him since the moment he landed on the ground.

As Heeseung and Elora approach Jay, he turns his head and locks eyes with Elora's widened ones. A huff elicits from him, as does the smoke from his snout. Elora trails her eyes down to his body, marvelling at the beautiful, sleek, opaque black scales that are also translucent.

"Go on." Heeseung's voice snaps her out of the trance, as they are now standing closely beside Jay. Elora has no choice but to comply. She hesitates just as she is about to touch him, but she hears a grunt from Jay himself, as though he is impatiently waiting for her.

Elora rolls her eyes at him before her palms finally come into contact with his scales. She is taken aback to feel how cold his scales are instead of scalding hot. She jumps, attempting to get on his back, but fails miserably as he is bigger than she expected.

"Here." Heeseung stands behind her, placing his hands on her waist firmly enough to assist her in mounting on Jay's back.

Elora ignores her heart, which is pounding wildly at Heeseung's touch. She quickly holds onto Jay's back, stabilising herself. Her heart continues to pound hard against her chest when Heeseung mounts behind her effortlessly. She watches as the other princes mount on their assigned pegasus.

"Let's go." Riki announces loudly, and at once, they begin to depart.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It has been quite some time since they have departed from Mysthaven, but the skies remain a bright, clear blue. Elora has been trying to steady herself, albeit maintaining a cool facade and refusing to let her groom catch a brief glimpse of her meekness.

Elora holds onto Jay's back, but there is sudden turbulence that causes Jay to tilt his body abruptly, eliciting a yelp from her as she finds herself going unstable. Just when she assumes that she will fall, an arm slithers its way around her waist before she feels his chest come into contact with her back.

Warmth weaves across her cheeks at the physical contact, especially with the way his arm tightens around her waist. She can practically feel his abdominal muscles against her back as well as his cold breath hitting the shell of her earlobe.

"You okay?" Heeseung asks lowly beside her ear, evoking a newfound feeling swarming in her tummy. Fucking butterflies.

"Yeah." She tells him with shaky breaths, hating how his touch is making her feel all weird. "You can let go of me now. I'm perfectly fine."

"I highly doubt that, Mia Cara." He says sternly. "Sleep, if you must. It'll take some time to pass through Pyrefall and to find someplace to camp for the night."

Elora doesn’t respond, trying to direct her focus on the view instead. She ignores the way her eyelids feel heavier with each passing second, but eventually she succumbs to the slumber that has been robbed of her earlier. Allowing herself to go limp, she leans her back dependently against Heeseung, who, in return, holds her more securely as he allows her head to rest comfortably on his shoulder.

Elora has no idea how long she has been sleeping, but long enough to be abruptly startled by a deafening roar, causing her body to jolt in Heeseung's oddly tight grip on her waist. Her eyes snap open instantaneously, being greeted by an alarming sight of dragons in distinctively coloured scales flying around them.

Five ferocious dragons.

Elora looks around frantically, noticing the other princes wielding bows and arrows as they direct their attack at those dragons. Her heart nearly drops upon the vibration from Jay's body as he roars out, shooting out fire from his mouth at the incoming green dragon.

"How the hell are we supposed to kill them?!" Sunoo exclaims at his brothers, trying his best to dodge the fire-breathing dragon that is heading towards him.

"We need to create a diversion!" Riki's voice manages to reach their ears while he aims his arrow, which is imbued with his dark magic, at the red dragon who is trying to attack Jake.

"Heeseung!" Elora instinctively calls out for him just as Jay makes a sharp drift, causing her body to sway violently.

"I've got you!" Heeseung grits his teeth, trying his utmost to secure his bride with his arm, despite him going unstable as well.

Jay roars again, aiming his fire at the green dragon again, but another dragon hurls towards him by the side, crashing into him. As Jay's body begins to shake violently, Heeseung and Elora lose the momentum to hold onto Jay, but Heeseung is swift enough to grab Jay's pointed scales. However, that can't be said the same for Elora. At once, she slips off Jay's back.

"Elora!" Heeseung, including the rest of the princes, shouts for her. Jay's ears perk up at the sound of Elora's screaming, and he tries his best to fight against two dragons swiftly with the intention of catching Elora, but soon he feels weakened by their attacks.

Elora's heart is pounding loudly in her ears as gravity seems to be pulling her down rapidly. Her eyes catch sight of Sunghoon and Jungwon, who order their pegasus to fly straight towards her. A glimmer of hope in her eyes as she awaits them to catch her.

A roar approaches her from the side, and before she knows it, claws wrap around her body, capturing her and soaring away. The dragon roars for another time, calling to the other dragons, while panic expands in her chest.

"No." Elora whispers as all colours begin to drain from her face upon seeing Jay unconscious, still in his dragon form, and being carried by the two dragons who had been relentlessly attacking him.

Elora uses her fists to slam down on the dragon's claws that are wrapped around her body. "Return me to them at once!" She screams at the dragon, who, in return, growls ferociously.

Before she knows it, the dragon extends one of his claws to stab her in the stomach, having enough of her tantrum and silencing her. Searing pain shoots up in her body while her lips go partially open, unable to scream or form any coherent words.

The last thing she hears are deafening roars around her before she succumbs to the familiar darkness.

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