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They just don't make shit like this anymore

#God young k and wonpil ATE this stage #tunes #Youtube

[bro-atz]

prelude in e minor

in which: your brain tells you to focus on your education, but your heart tells you to focus on professor choi.

pair: professor!san/afab!reader

word count: 4.7k

content: angst, smut, teacher x student relationship (college level, so it's completely legal mind you), san is a cellist, themes of infidelity, soft and sensual, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: ...yes, i know, i write a lot of san angst/smut let's move on... also, i don't recommend listening to the song that inspired the title if you don't wanna cry but if you do, listen to the cello ver

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He seemed too young to be a professor. It could’ve been because he aged beautifully or something along those lines, but he looked too young to be a professor. That was the only logical explanation you could come with as you gazed fondly at the professor you had come to appreciate greatly.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Good morning, S— I mean Professor Choi,” you caught yourself before you could address him in the professional manner that he hated.

“Still waking up there?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah…”

“That’s alright. I am too.”

He gave you a small smile that made you want to rip your heart out and hand it to him on a silver platter. You had to slap your cheeks to get it together, making the man laugh at your actions— he thought you were trying to wake up, but in reality, you were trying to slap the improper thoughts in your mind.

The thing was Professor Choi San was more than a music teacher— he was an artist. He created beautiful melodies that entranced you. At first, you thought it was the melodies you were falling in love with, but as you paid close attention to him— you had to because how else were you going to learn?— you started to note the little things like the way his well manicured fingers nimbly glided along the strings, the way his hands danced as he drew the bow across, and the way he was so focused on the gorgeous piece of wood between his legs.

Those little things piled on. During your one-on-one lessons with him, you couldn’t help but admire the way a couple strands of his hair would fall over his forehead. You wanted so badly to trace your finger over the constellation of moles on his cheek and neck, and God, you’d do anything to feel his fingers press into you as they explored the exposed parts of your body.

You slapped your face again, startling the man who was busy tuning his cello.

“D-do you need coffee or something, Y/N?” he asked with a look of shock on his face.

“Ah! No, I’m fine. I’m good now,” you declined.

“Alright. Let’s begin.”

The second you laid your eyes on your sheet music, all the dirty thoughts you had swarming your brain about Professor Choi vanished, and you were focused. Your heart may have wanted the professor, but your brain always made you fixate on your degree. Work first, love second.

“Okay, that was a solid run,” he said with a proud beam on his face. “There’s some sections we could clean up… Can you start at the fermata and end at cut time?”

You nodded and did as he asked, your fingers working effortlessly during the first couple of measures, then you struggled slightly when you got to the run. It was only the run that got you, honestly, because the section after was solid, but after fucking up the run, you messed up the rest of it.

“That gliss is not fun,” your professor noted after you muddled through the rest of that section. “Start slowly. Get the fingerings down for it first.”

That was the issue. You weren’t used to the key signature of the piece, and you had marked up the notes that were in the run, but that simply wasn’t enough. You worked through the notes slowly, but you still kept messing up here and there. Sighing deeply after messing up the run for the nth times, you lowered your bow and cracked your neck, hoping that making yourself less stiff would help.

“Here,” Professor Choi finally spoke up after watching you struggle for what felt like an eternity. He set his cello in its stand and walked over to you, your breath hitching at the sight of him approaching you. “Let’s go over the notes together.” 

Your mind was scrambling and your heart was racing when you felt San’s arms wrap around you, one hand over yours on your bow and the other one matching the placement of your fingers. You thought you were going to lose your damn mind especially when you got a good whiff of his cologne, but when you focused on the pages in front of you, your mind returned to work mode.

He ran through the notes painfully slowly with you, his warm touch turning hot and starting to burn a hole through your skin, but you were so hyper-fixated on the run that you didn’t realize how your body was reacting to him. Finally, Professor Choi let go of you, but he stood right behind you as you went through the run all on your own, this time acing it.

“Oh my God,” you turned around and looked at him happily, your eyes sparkling. “I thought it was going to take longer for me to get that!”

“You’re a fast learner, Y/N. Be more confident in yourself,” the professor responded, his body still right behind you.

You gave him a quick nod and turned back in your seat so you could play the run over and over again, your fingers dancing on the strings as you mastered something new today.

Professor Choi returned to his seat, his cello immediately going between his legs before he could even sit properly. He sat and watched as you went through the entire section perfectly. He was in trance until you called his name and asked for the next section.

Those moments when the professor physically helped you learn the sections you were messing up were the moments you lived for. Sometimes, you considered intentionally failing a section just so you could have him near you because you knew that you could never be with him. He was your professor, and that’s all he was ever going to be. And the other thing was that he had that gold band wrapped around his ring finger. It was never going to happen. You just had to settle for these small, stolen moments.

Usually, you were good. Hell, you were fucking amazing and talented; after all, if you weren’t, you never would’ve been accepted into your esteemed college of music. However, you were all sorts of off during this solo lesson.

Why? Because of that man. He always wore a three piece suit that always reminded you of dark academia fashion— he apparently had no idea what that was— but today, he took the jacket and the vest off. The sleeves to his button up were rolled up, exposing his thick, sturdy forearms, and his biceps bulged as he held his cello in place. God dammit, how on earth was his suit jacket able to hide Professor Choi’s insane build?

And so, you were distracted as fuck, and you kept messing up— well, it was a combination of him and the sheet music you were sight reading when you were supposed to have practiced it before the lesson.

“Again,” your professor said, his low voice interrupting the pathetic, quivering notes of your cello.

Professor Choi was a patient man, but you had messed up so many times that you could see the frustration on his face, his eyebrows getting more furrowed by the second.

You took a deep breath and started again, your eyes fixated on the notes on the sheet. You were doing a solid job until you looked up at Professor Choi during one of the rests and saw him standing with his arms crossed over his chest. Your rest went on for too long, and you fumbled trying to get back into the song, only for the notes to come out wrong and really wrong.

“Stop,” he said, startling you so much that you nearly dropped your bow. He took his glasses off— fuck, he looked so good even with his glasses off— and rubbed his temples before sighing and putting them back on.

His eyes met yours, and the second you made eye contact, you noticed the tiny little mole above his eye, your gaze softening as you admired it. “Hey,” he snapped you out of your trance. “Look at me.”

You did as he asked, and your heart skipped several beats. You had never seen this look on his face before, this look of concern with his lips nearly pouting, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes sharp. You could barely breathe normally as he approached you and knelt by your chair.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice a lot softer from the strict tone it was at earlier, making your heart pound faster than the vivace tempo on your sheet music.

Yes. I need you to wear your goddamn jacket before I lose my fucking mind.

“No, Mr. Choi, I’m fine” you replied, your voice nearly cracking and exposing your lie because you were not fine. However, you didn’t have to lie as you continued, “I just didn’t prepare for the piece today. I’m sight-reading it right now.”

“It’s not the piece, Y/N. You’re excellent at sight-reading.” Professor Choi clearly didn’t buy it, a knowing glint shining in his narrowed eyes. “You seem to be distracted. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine. I’m just tired, is all.”

“These early morning lessons must be getting to you,” he mumbled, finally letting you off the hook. “We’ll switch your timings to the evening, is that okay?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Truth be told, you liked the early morning lessons because it allowed you to have the rest of the day to yourself. But, you also didn’t mind the evening lessons, because that meant your lesson could go over time if needed.

“You know,” Professor Choi spoke softly, nearly making you jump as you didn’t realize he was still by your chair. He placed his hand on your knee and said, “You can always come to me if something is troubling you.”

“I know…”

“Good. Okay, let’s just stop here for today. Next week, we’ll meet in the evenings, okay?”

“Okay,” you felt like you could finally breathe the second he got up and walked to his chair across from yours, the knot in your stomach untangling.

“And be sure to have that sheet music perfected.”

Fuck.

“Okay.”

Next week had yet to come, and you were all sorts of antsy in the days leading up. It was just your normal lesson with the same professor, but at least with a morning lesson you were so drained from the night before that it made it easier to focus on lessons instead of fawning over Professor Choi.

You were wandering around campus as you waited for your friends to get out of class— your class ended well before theirs, so you always had time to kill. You decided to head to the campus coffee shop and look over the sheet music for your lesson when you spotted him.

Immediately, your heart tightened. You knew about the gold band, you remember staring at the gold band and thinking how nice it would be if you had a matching one, but you completely forgot that there was a person who had the actual matching ring, and she was standing right next to him.

The woman was beautiful with long, dark, flowing hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back, her looks completely complimenting her husband’s. And then, hugging his waist as he supported her, you saw his daughter, a beautiful blend of both him and his wife.

You knew he had a family. You knew it, but that didn’t stop your heart from weeping. Rather than continuing to wait for your friend, you rushed back to your dorm, and you shut yourself in before leaning against the door and sinking to the ground.

You had no reason to cry. You shouldn’t have fallen for the professor in the first place, and this was the price you had to pay. You should’ve listened to logic, listened to your brain over your heart, and none of this would’ve been happening.

You couldn’t focus on anything at all— it was to the point where you literally just sobbed over your sheet music, your tears staining the pages of the perfectly preserved original sheet. So, you spent the rest of that week throwing yourself a pity party. The image of him, his wife, and his child burned into your eyes and brain, and every time you thought about it, it made you cry all over again.

Why did you have to go fall in love with a married man?

Thankfully, your eyes were not red when you met with Professor Choi for your evening lesson, but your heart still hurt, and your brain was all fuzzy. Worst of all, you didn’t perfect the sheet music as he had asked. Perfect.

You played a grand total of six notes before Professor Choi stopped you.

“Stop lying to me. Clearly, something’s up with you,” he sounded irritated, but his tone was soft, as if he was frustrated not by you, but because of lack of understanding. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

God, you hated when people asked you that. No matter what the circumstance was, the words “Are you okay?” always made you cry. Your eyelashes fluttered as you looked down at your lap in attempt to keep the tears inside without making it clear to him that you were about to start crying just as you had been for the past several days.

But he noticed anyway. He quickly placed his cello on his stand before crossing the room and sitting right next to you. He gently took your cello and bow out of your hands, allowing you to just bury your face in the palms of your hands.

“Hey, talk to me,” he said softly. His hands pulled yours away from your face. He held one of your hands while quickly wiping the tears from the corner of your eye with the other, his eyes filled with worry. “You can trust me.”

“I’m just having trouble coming to terms with some things in my life,” you told him, intentionally being vague to protect your feelings. “I haven’t been able to focus all weekend because of it.”

“Do you want to talk about—”

“No,” you refused before he could even finish his sentence.

“I think talking it through would be help—”

You cut him off again by saying somewhat harshly, “I can’t and won’t talk about it with you.”

You shakily exhaled heavily, tears still filling your vision. You got up and tried to get your things and leave, but Professor Choi wasn’t done with you yet. He got up as well and grabbed your arm, turning you around to face him. He had a firm grip on you, but he made sure not to hurt you— he just didn’t want you to run away.

“What do you mean?” he asked you, his voice full of hurt. “Why can’t you talk to me about it?”

You kept quiet and avoided eye contact. You just wanted to get out of there and get away from him before you completely broke down. Yet, you couldn’t because he had both your arms pinned on either side of you, his firm hold on you making it impossible to get away from him.

“It’s because of me, right?”

You pressed your lips together and gave up. You gave up trying to get away, trying to not cry, and trying to deny your feelings. You responded with a tiny nod. Professor Choi let go of you immediately, a sudden realization dawning on him.

“God, uh, Y/N… I’m so sorry— I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. You must be so uncomfortable… No wonder you’re acting like this. I— I thought I was careful in hiding my feelings, but you must’ve realized it… Shit, Y/N, seriously, I’m so sorry.”

His feelings? What? Your eyes dried up immediately and flew wide open, and your brain went from crying to just pure confusion. There were about a million questions you wanted to ask him, but there was only one you could squeak out.

“What?”

“You’re uncomfortable because I have feelings for you, right?”

He… He what? He has feelings for you? He has feelings for you?

“I didn’t… I didn’t know…”

“Then… Why…?”

“Because I’m in love with you, Pro— No, San,” you said his name for the first time out loud.

San exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair. He, too, had a million questions on his mind, but before he could utter any of them, you continued.

“But… I shouldn’t be. It’s wrong, and you’re already—”

“Don’t,” San covered your mouth with his hand. “Don’t say it’s wrong. Don’t say what we both feel is wrong.”

And with that, San moved his hand to your cheek, and he guided you to his embrace. He wrapped an arm around your waist and cupped your face as he gave you a tender kiss charged with all of the feelings he had for you right there in the practice room. You clutched the collar of his shirt as you pushed yourself further into his kiss, his embrace reciprocating by pulling you closer to him.

Everything was a blur after that. The two of you packed up your instruments and left campus quickly, only to end up at a hotel, your shoes flying off the second you entered the room. San was impatient the second you got into the room, but he didn’t rush a single thing. His kisses may have been intense, but in the same breath, they were gentle and kind. He hugged you while still kissing you and brought you to the hotel bed so that he could pin you down, his lips unable to get enough of yours.

He kept sighing your name, his husky voice making you yearn for him more, making you lust for him more. You slipped his tie off and tossed it somewhere quickly so you could start to work on his buttons. San groaned as he felt your fingers graze and move down his exposed chest, your hand going further as you continued unbuttoning. When there were no more buttons left for you, your hand cupped his clothed cock, the huge bulge aching to spring forward. You heard a hitch in San’s breath as you stroked him from the outside, and when you worked on his belt, he dropped his head to the nook of your neck and let out a little laugh along with a pleasureful sigh.

“San,” you murmured as he nuzzled his nose into your neck, his lips leaving faint kisses in the process. “God, San… I want you so bad…”

“Is that so?” he responded in the same register.

He raised his head to meet your gaze, the two of you breathing heavily in unison. You gazed at his face and brought your hand to his face as you looked at the moles on his face, the moles you couldn’t help but love, the moles that you wanted to connect. You started with the one near his eye and lightly trailed your nail along his face to trace across the ones on his face then the ones on his neck. Your eyes had been following the path of your finger, so when you stopped and rested your hand on his neck, you looked to see him softly smiling, his eyes exuding affection. He kissed you again, but it was a slow kiss, a long kiss, a kiss that made shivers run from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer,” you whispered to him when the kiss ended.

Wordlessly, San sat up, revealing just a sliver of his bare torso. He shed his dress shirt and let it fall to the ground. You stared at him in awe— he had such broad shoulders and a tiny waist, not to mention the thickness of his muscles, his entire being making you want him more and more.

The ethereal view of the stunning man didn’t last long. He moved back towards you and pulled your shirt off, then bra, then pants, then panties. His head remained down by your crotch after he stripped you bare, his finger nearing and teasing your clit while his other hand pushed your thigh upwards, your calf nearly resting on his shoulder.

“You’re even beautiful down here,” you barely heard him say, flushing your entire body with warmth and slight embarrassment.

The second you felt San’s tongue against your clit, your entire body reacted. You gripped the sheets with your fingers and toes, and your back arched, the man’s singular action enough to drive you crazy. He then sucked on your clit as he slid two fingers into your cunt, his fingers spreading inside you the deeper they went. You moaned and sighed loudly the more he catered to you down there, the pleasure starting to build up in your stomach.

As soon as he prepped you enough, San moved away from you, disappointment and slight fear seeping into your brain. He got off the bed and pulled a condom out of his wallet before removing the rest of his clothes. You saw his cock spring up, the thickness and length of it scaring you slightly. You bit your knuckle as you watched him roll it on, his hand stroking his dick slowly as he climbed back onto the bed.

San got back on the bed and knelt between your legs. He continued stroking while placing his other hand flat on your stomach. You watched as he licked his lower lip while rubbing the tip along your folds, and he bit his lower lip when he started pushing into you. He exhaled long and lowly as he fully entered you while you opted for a quiet moan. You could feel his every single movement the deeper his cock drove into you, his girth alone starting a fire in your belly.

His thrust following, however, was not as kind. He had moved his hand from your stomach to your waist, and he was gripping your waist in a way that made you have feelings of desire, a feeling you hadn't felt from another man in a while. He didn’t rut into you with his full force, which made you scared for when he did because the feeling his waist hitting yours already made your thighs sting. Plus, every time he pulled out, you felt like you could feel your walls being ripped out, making your eyes watery. You grabbed the pillow behind your head and tore holes in the pillowcase while you squeezed your teary eyes shut as San started speeding up, short, labored breaths leaving both you and the man.

You felt his hand over yours, making you open your eyes to a tear-blurred sight of San above you. His neatly styled hair was now slightly wet with sweat and shadowing his eyes, and you could see him gritting his teeth as he looked at you with narrowed, lusty eyes. His hands moved to lace his fingers with yours. A tiny bubble of his perspiration rolled down his nose and dropped to your cheek, the heat from the sweat making the blush on your cheeks deepen.

“You…” San sighed as he continued rolling his body into yours. “You’re so beautiful… Exactly how I imagined you would look— Hnngh— under me…”

“San— Ah!” You wanted to respond to him, but he finally used the entirety of his strength to ram his cock deep inside you, the action completely taking you by surprise. You flung your head back and cried his name loudly as he relentlessly thrust into you.

White filled your vision when you felt him hit your cervix, and you could only continue to see white as he leaned further into you, making your back leave the bed and his cock rut into you at a different angle. You came hard, your walls clenching, your fingers squeezing his, your tears escaping your eyes, your arousal squirting out of you.

You thought he would cum, that the experience would be over, but San wasn’t about to let this moment end so fast— he only had the one condom, and he wanted to fuck you longer, harder. He grabbed your waist and lifted you so that he was sitting on the bed and you were sitting on his lap, his cock still inside you and somehow filling you up more than it had when he had you splayed on the bed.

His hands guided you. They went under your ass, and he did most of the heavy lifting for you were still recovering from your first orgasm of the night. You held onto his shoulders and looked down at his face as he looked up at you, the two of you sharing your thoughts wordlessly. You brought your lips to his and let his tongue violate yours. Your hips moved slightly, your body rolling into his as he continued to assist you riding him.

You pushed San’s shoulders back, making him lay on the bed and you on his chest. His hips were still moving, still going, still ramming into yours, and his large hands were holding, groping, squeezing your ass. You, meanwhile, started leaving kisses on his beautiful, olive toned skin. Your hands wandered over his chest, your fingers running over his nipples and making his breath hitch. He groaned deeply and spread your asscheeks as he moved your waist forcefully, his hips continuing to ram his cock into you from below.

“S-San,” you whimpered as you started to see stars cloud your vision. “I’m a-almost—”

San brought one of his hands up to hold the back of your head and bring your face to his so he could kiss you as the two of you came. You moaned and cried softly into his mouth as you felt a deep sigh rumble in his chest. Your pussy and his cock both twitched and throbbed, and when he pulled out, you felt as though you were empty, that you needed him to be inside you to make you whole again.

You wanted to tell him to fuck you again, but before you could, he got off the bed. He helped you to your feet and said quietly, “Go take a shower first.”

There was something ominous about the way he said that, but you listened to him regardless. He showered shortly after you finished yours, and while you were sitting on the bed trying to situate yourself, he emerged fully clothed, a dark look painting his face.

“Y/N,” he said, his tone curt but sorrowful. “We can never do this again.”

“W-What?”

“I made a mistake… I’m sorry. You can stay here tonight since the room is paid for, but make sure you check out in the morning.”

San tried to turn to leave, but you grabbed his arm before he could even take one step towards the door.

“What do you mean? You’re the one who told me not to say this was wrong, so why are you all of a sudden changing your mind?!” you didn’t want to yell at him, but you felt so wronged that you couldn’t help it.

He removed his hand from your arm and looked at you, the affection in his eyes now fully replaced by disappointment and regret.

“I know… I did say that. But, Y/N, I shouldn’t have… It was my mistake, and I don’t want to make it again.”

San turned to leave again, but you hugged him from behind, making him stop in his tracks. You buried your face into his broad back and started crying, your tears staining the fabric of his dress shirt. “I love you, San! I love you, so please don’t do this to me,” you sniffled. 

He remained motionless in your embrace, slightly defeated. But, he managed to wriggle out of your arms as he said. “I love you, too; but I also love my family, and I shouldn’t have done this to them. I’m sorry, Y/N. We never should’ve done this.”

The words rang in your ears long after San had left the room. You buried your face in your hands and bawled your eyes out as regret filled your body.

He was right. You never should’ve done it. At least your heart wouldn’t have completely shattered if you didn’t.

#broatz #ateez #choi san #san smut #san x reader #ateez san #choi san ateez #san ateez #choi san smut #ateez smut #ateez angst #san angst #choi san angst #cromernet

[mechaknight-98]

A Train to Busan (NSFW) FT Chaehyun

Author note: So I remember reading a prompt somewhere about 3 Busty Busan Beauties and this was the first that came to mind probably going to make this a mini-series so stay tuned for more. Shoutout to @leafostuff for the idea

Part II

I grab my ticket to ride the train. I loved trains ever since I was a kid and the super train on Lightspeed Rescue flew into the skies I knew I was hooked (iykyk) so I made a point of taking every “famous train” in the world today trip. A train to Busan Korea. As per usual I get weird looks and glares due to my stature and appearance.

I sit down in my seat enthusiastic and ready to begin the ride. As the train fills up the three seats around me are taken by 3 pretty ladies. In front of me was a Pretty blonde who radiated a happy energy that was almost suffocating, diagonal left a pretty brunette with a smile that curved into a half moon, and directly to the left of me was a smaller brunette with a determined look. They all politely greet me and I reciprocate of course. Their names are Jeewon (in front of me), Hayoung (diagonal Left), and Chaehyun (Direct left)

"Nice to meet you all. My name is Dinovaldo, but everyone calls me Dino"

"Dinopaldo?" Hayoung says cutely. I was going to correct her then I remembered my friend who was also Korean complained about how "Complicated my name was." so I nodded and said,

"Yeah, but call me Dino." Hayoung and Jeewon smile. Chaehyun looks at me with a focused and determined look.

"So what brings you to Busan?" Chaehyun asked as the train moved.

"Oh, I like trains and try to ride as many "famous" ones as I can," I replied. the three girls looked at me surprised but didn't say anything else. Chaehyun let out a chuckle and I went back to enjoying the ride.

A little later Chaehyun asked me, "Hey so where are you from Originally?"

"Um...Portland, Oregon. No, you wouldn't know that... The United States." I answer Chaehyun. She nods and chuckles as do Hayoung and Jeewon.

"What about y'all? Where Y'all from?" I ask

"Oh, we're all from Busan," Jeewon answers confidently. I nod now dialed into the conversation.

"How long are you in Korea for?" Hayoung asks

"Oh, a few weeks for some business in Seoul. I finished yesterday so now my last week I am just enjoying it. You know seeing the rest of the country." I replied. I noticed that Jeewon and Hayoung were starting to warm up to me and being more involved.

"Oh, that's cool," Hayoung said. I gave her a thumbs-up as we continued to chat. I learn a lot about the girls. they were all K-pop idols (whatever that meant) who were going home to visit family and just relax as their schedules had all eased up for the time being. They were all incredibly charming but also kinda dorky in an extremely lovable and endearing way. As we talked I could feel myself being lulled into a state of ease by the three girls. it worried me. They were almost too perfect, too sweet, and too engaging, so I kept my vigilance as I continued to talk to them.

While we rode the train we enjoyed each other's company until Chaehyun (the boldest of the trio) asked, "Hey I noticed you keep looking over your shoulder. Are you worried you are being tricked?" I instantly tensed and then eased again. seeing her pleasant smile

"Yeah, a little it's not often three pretty ladies just come up and talk to me. Especially for so long." I reply.

Jeewon perks up, "Aww thank you. Well, you're cool to talk to. Plus you aren't treating us any different."

"Well, I thought you were all normal ladies," I replied hesitantly

"No," Hayoung says with a cute but also aggressive tone. she takes out her phone and starts playing a video of her performing at Inkigayo along with seven other young ladies. I watched in awe as I could see it was Hayoung but her presence was so different. gone was the goofy girl who sitting across from me the Hayoung I was watching was graceful poised, with an almost deadly sense of presence I had only seen replicated in assassins. it was unnerving but also captivating. when the video finished the other ladies all showed similar videos. Each showed me a bit more about them. Jeewon is super bubbly and happy in her video and Chahyun’s video shows her range. I see a huge range of her personality but it always comes back to the determined look. That look of desire. After that, we hit the third hour of the trip and fatigue began to set in. All of us started to get heavy eyelids and one by one each of us fell asleep. I was the last one and got to see Chaehyun's head fall onto my shoulder as she was talking about how hard being the "unofficial" leader of her group was. I couldn't help but smile at her plight. her pleading eyes but strong voice made me listen and consider her words with the utmost seriousness. something she noted

"you're a really good listener," she said as her eyes fluttered as they got heavier. A telltale sign she was losing the fight with her fatigue.

"Well in my profession being a keen observer is always a requirement," I answer politely

"Oh and what do you do Mr. Mysterious?"

Chaehyun teased

"It's a secret." I teased

"Oh come on please tell me," Chaehyun asked with pleading and endearing aggression

when she did fall asleep I found myself stroking her hair carefully and her grip on me tightened. I smiled content as I watched the window and the picture continue to move and change. Looking at the other two girls I felt a bizarre pang in my heart. One I hadn't felt in a long time. Usually, I shied away from it, but this time I let the pang linger and ferment into emotion, as a smile crept on my face. Soon my eyes felt heavy and I drifted off as well.

I was woken up by a rapid light shaking of my shoulder. My eyes were forced open as I turned to see Chaehyun who lifted the armrest separating us.

"Hey, Hey wake up," she whispered.

"I'm awake. I am awake, but why are we whispering?" I asked

Chaehyun smiled with heavy desire filling her eyes look water, and said "Follow me to the bathroom."

"Why?" I asked dazed and confused.

"I want to show you why I'm the suction expert," she said as she got up leaving her jacket. I follow on instinct and when we enter the bathroom she locks the door. Thankfully the train car we were in was mostly empty and the few people inside were asleep.

when we entered the bathroom in three actions Chaehyun was on her knees. Lock the door undo my belt and spring out my cock.

"Hm, you're still soft. that won't do," she said before taking me into her mouth. I reeled back as the softness of her lips and the warmth wetness of her mouth overwhelmed me leaving me light-headed.

"Go ahead fuck my face," she said

I nod and begin to thrust into her warm wet orifice. her eyes held mine in an intense gaze that left me transfixed as I grabbed her head and thoroughly used her. After six or so thrusts she breaks taps my thigh and I pull back.

"Okay you're going to go," she says as she gets up wiping the drool from her chin before it could stain her shirt. She undid her pants and moved to the side. before she could give further instruction the intercom said

"30 minutes to Busan" I am assuming it said it in other languages as well but I heard English in there as well.

"We don't have much time so you're going to have to be quick. so just pound me, Dino." Chaehyun insists as she lines my cock with her pussy. I slowly ease in and we both moan as her sex sucks mine in whole. it's dizzying, it's hot, and wet but oh my goodness does it feel euphoric. I bottom out inside her and begin to pull out. I get halfway before plunging back into her. I repeat this two or three times increasing the pace until my body begins to override my mind and I begin to plow her in earnest. she leans her body into mine and says, "You're so big inside me." her words act like a spur to a wild buck and make me only rougher with her. I relax my grip on her waist and stroke a finger across her pillow midriff, and I whisper into her ear

"I love how soft your body is." I snake my hand under her shirt as I thrust and cop a feel. they are a lot bigger than her sweater lets on. I get a firm grip on her breasts and say, "These sexy buoyant pillows you try to hide drive me wild. I am going to call you Marshmellow from now on because I am in love with how soft and plush your body is." my words have their desired effect "I think" as I feel her pussy tighten and pulse as she turns her face to mine.

"Fuck, Fuck" she pants as I continue to piston in and out of her. I tweak her nipple and she moans even harder before I feel a rush of liquid come from between our bodies. I look down to see her squirting all over my cock. I look up to see her embarrassed.

"No No baby it's okay," I reassure my slip of the tongue makes her eyes go wide and she questions me

"Babe?" but at that point I am too far gone and begin tumbling into my orgasm with her.

"Aw fuck mello I'm cumming" I say groaning as I begin to explode into her greedy pussy. Chaehyun moans in ecstasy.

After we come down from our high Chaehyun looks at me with a shy look before cleaning herself up and leaving. Also leaving me to clean up our combined fluid mess. I do so, then make sure I look presentable and head back out. I get back to my seat where Jeewon and Hayoung look at me with knowing and teasing smiles. Chaehyun refused to look or speak to me as Hayoung and Jeewon asked me questions about the ride after they slept. Respecting Mello's boundaries I follow her very limited and guarded answers. leaving the two other girls a little miffed. after the train ride was over I grabbed my bags and bid farewell to the ladies. as I was walking away from them on the station. Chaehyun speaks up for the first time.

"Where do you think you're going, Dino? you're hanging out with us for the rest of the time you're here. so cancel whatever plans you had." Her confidence and desire have returned to her stare and I smile.

"Okay." I acquiesced

#kpop fanfic #kep1er #chaehyun #chaehyun smut #kep1er smut

[siribaes]

WHO’S BETTER THAN ME?

RIO x blackfem!reader (oc - Angel)

“After their breakup a decade ago, Rio reunites with high school sweetheart making up for lost time—”

PARING: Exes to Lovers / Past High School Sweethearts

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Tu Principe by Daddy Yankee, What You Want by Ma$e & Total, Throwback by Usher & Jadakiss, Thugman by Tweet & Missy Elliott, Only U by Ashanti

CONTENTS: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, or*l (fem receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, slight possessive k*nk, Rio being a bedroom bully lol, some light use of Spanish, makeup s*x, cursing, etc. (UNEDITED/ NOT PROOF READ) / GIF CREDIT: @blackisblackisblack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this was supposed to be a drabble but turned into a full-blown fic, but anyway LOL. so i did a lil AU for rio, essentially he pulled a griselda blanco moved operations to Long Beach (Rio is so west coast coded to me) but yeah, the backstory of these two is that they were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts (class of 2005 in my AU lore of these two, hints at the music choices, etc.) before they went separate ways yada yada, the oc’s face claim is danielle brooks 💖 as always enjoy y'all

Makeup sex shouldn’t be this good. Like this was too good, like ultimate dream-fantasy level type of makeup sex. It felt unreal, except this was very real. Very, very, real.

Angel never imagined that her night would've ended up like this, in the arms of her high school sweet-heart, or rather sitting on top of a very expensive, entry way console, as her high school-sweetheart-turned-ex, used his nimble hands to fondle at her luscious curves, and pillowy-soft lips to suck on the sensitive part of her neck. From how hard Rio sucked and kissed on her neck it was surely going to leave a hickey, which might've been on purpose on Rio's part.

Since they were young, Rio always had a slight possessiveness towards Angel, nothing that was too domineering or chauvinistic, but still a possessiveness that was rooted in a love and a true appreciation of her. This of course was expressed in a way that only a sixteen-year-old Rio could, buying Angel's favorite snacks for school, littering her neck with hickeys during make-out sessions, and even saving what little he had to buy a gold necklace with an angel shaped pendant. It was the subtle ways Rio showed how he felt. That in addition to the verbal ways, in true young-Rio, braggadocious fashion. Even then Angel knew, deep, deep, down, that there would be no one who could measure up, or as Rio so accurately foretold the night of their break-up, "Who else is like me, hm? Who's better than me?"

Angel of course buried that fact deep into her subconscious, well, not deep enough, because in each of her relationships since, it managed to rear its ugly head every single time. Most recently, with her ex-fiancé, Nathan. Nathan was great at first, good conversation, amazing dates, lavish gifts, he treated her like princess. But slowly, over time, Nathan stopped trying, it especially became bad after their engagement. They rarely talked, unless it was about work, or wedding plans, he neglected her, especially in the bedroom. Angel soon realized that despite Nathan's neglectfulness, she made no effort to confront him about it. She didn't care, not a single bit. In the end, Angel had to accept that her heart belonged to someone else. That Rio was the only man for her.

Which brings her too tonight, Angel's high school class's reunion. It was a big one, celebrating 20 years, and Angel thought it would be the perfect remedy to cheer her up. She could let loose, reunite with some old classmates, and celebrate with her friends she's had since then. Something that could put her mind at ease, pull her focus away from the abysmal ending to her engagement.

She was having a good time, truly, cutting up on the dance floor to a killer set of music from 04' and 05', with her besties, Clarissa, Benny, Keke, and Dre. Angel was having the time of her life, dancing to Lose My Breath by Destiny's Child, when her friends froze, their eyes all staring at the bar of the ballroom. Clarissa leaned and whispered.

"Rio's, here."

Angel's mind and heart went to full overdrive, as memories of their relationship flooded her mind. Apparently, while Angel and her friends were having the time of their lives, Rio showed up and instantly became the talk of the town. He had a few breezy conversations with old classmates, charming them of course, and when asked about what does for a living, he smoothly responded that he was an entrepreneur, that he's always been good with numbers. Which wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Of course, none of their classmates were aware of Rio's true dealings, only Angel and her close circle were privy to that info.

Despite the nerves that bubbled in her stomach, Angel, knew that she had to face Rio at some point. She marched over and sat at the bar next to him. After some awkward pretense, more on Angel's part than Rio's, and shot of whiskey later, they talked. The conversation flowed and soon before they knew, it was like old times. They caught up and laughed about old memories. More and more Angel felt her heart swell in her chest, her latent feelings for Rio were bubbling to surface. But Rio surprised her, after sharing a couple dances to slow jams, a proposition slipped freely from his lips.

"Come home with me?"

From a safe distance, her friends watched the exchange, seeing the chemistry they still had after all this time, and despite some reservations, they encouraged to follow her heart, or as Keke put it, her pussy. When they were parting ways, Clarissa hugged her tight and encouraged her, whispering in her ear, "Just go with him, girl. Have some fun, we both now you deserve it after the shit you've been through."

So, here she was, whimpering and writhing underneath Rio's touch, while simultaneously admiring the backyard view. An ink-colored sky served as a gorgeous back drop, for the glowy lit infinity pool, in the distance was twinkling lights from buildings near the coastal beach. It was truly a sight to see. Angel snapped back to reality when she felt a firm hand, cradle her chin.

"Where'd you go?" Rio asked. His Coca-Cola colored eyes stared back at her. His head tipped to side, long eye lashes fluttering against the tops of cheeks as he blinked.

His gaze was heavy was lust, completely unrelenting. Its intensity caused Angel to squirm in her seated position. A warmth bloomed underneath her skin as she rubbed at the part of her neck Rio just was. It was still wet from his kisses.

"N-nowhere, baby," Angel stammered.

Slowly, Rio lips curled into a half smile.

"Good," Rio nodded his head as his gaze traveled down to Angel's chest, zeroing in on the exposed skin the peeked through her top, "now take this shit off. I wanna see them titties, Nena."

Completely under his spell, Angel quickly took of her top, leaving her in a lacy, cerulean colored bra, her mini skirt, and a pair of thoroughly soaked panties. Immediately Rio, hand's palmed at Angel's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. A soft moan escaped her lips, as Rio's lips latched onto one of nipples.

"Yes, baby," Angel sighed, her hands cradled Rio's head close to her. His tongue alternated between soft flicks and harsh sucks at her left nipple. He released her nipple with a pop and went to the right nipple, repeating the same thing, "Fuck, baby, just like that. Shit!"

Angel could feel the wetness pool inside of her panties, as her clit began to throb. She needed Rio, real bad.

"Damn," Rio breathed out. He pulled away from Angel's chest, while his large hands rubbed at her ample thighs. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he admired his handywork. Angel's boobs glistened with sweat, as her hardened nipples stood at full attention, with spit dripping from them, "I missed them titties, girl. Fuck, I need to that pussy too. Lift up for me."

Angel obliged. Rio supported her with one hand, while with the other, slipping off her mini skirt and panties. He tossed the skirt to the floor, while he pocketed her panties. A storm swirled in his eyes, a thick haze of lust, as he admired Angel's, wet, glistening, pussy.

"I dunno if I can wait, mama," Rio rasped. He brought a finger to Angel's core, swiping at her wetness, and brought it back to his lips, sucking on it, "You taste good, mama. All this shit for me?"

Angel nodded. "Yes, it's all for you baby,"

Wordlessly, Rio plunged his fingers inside of Angel, who let out a yelp in response. He quickly fell back into old habits, fucking Angel with his fingers, just the way she liked it.

"Yeaaahhh, just like that," Rio rasped, he bent down and licked at her lips, "Be a good girl and fuck my fingers back," Angel whined loudly, following his instructions, lifting her hips slight and fucked his thick, fingers.

"Fuck! I'm close baby!"

"I gotchu, mama. Fuck, I feel you on my fingers. You gonna let me take care of you, huh? I'll give you anything you want mama, fuck, you being so good for me. Cum for me, darlin',"

And she did. Angel's eyes squeezed shut as she gushed over his fingers. A string of curses and pleases slipped from Angel's lips as Rio continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She could feel the cum slipping down her thighs.

"Mi alma, you look so good cummin' for me," Rio praised her. He captured her lips and kissed her sweetly. His tongue swirled around in her mouth as mimicking the move with his fingers. Angel pulled away from him, mewling.

"Riooooo, fuck, slow down baby,"

Rio landed a firm smack on Angel's ass. He cradled Angel's chin bringing her eyes towards him. His eyes hardened a bit, still holding its lustful haze, now a bit possessiveness broke through. Rio crooked his fingers, slowing down his pace just a tad, but driving into Angel's pussy much harsher and deeper.

"Fuck, I say about that shit," He growled.

"Shit! Baby, I-I'm s-sorry," Angel whimpered. Her mind flickered back to them making out in the car, he only to wanted to her his name, his real one, "Christopher, 's too much,"

A look of pure satisfaction bloomed across Rio's face. Got her.

"Just one more, mama. Be a good girl for me," Rio sunk down to knees, he slowly placed small kisses at Angel's inner thighs. He worshiped the plushness of her thighs, while Angel writhed and whined. He inched closer, spreading Angel's thighs further apart. He admired how she dripped around his fingers. "Fuck, mama I want you to cum on my tongue, 'k?"

Rio kept his eyes on Angel as he licked at her entrance, swirling his tongue around his fingers, continuing on until he reached her clit. Rio pressed a soft kiss to Angel's clit.

"Christopher!" Angel shouted.

Rio worked in tandem, his long fingers plunged in and out of Angel's, while his tongue swirled around her clit, flicking at the sensitive bud. Angel's hands rubbed at the soft hair of Rio's buzzcut, while the familiar thrumming of her orgasm quickly approached.

"Christopher, fuck, I'm soooo close,"

Rio pulled back, "Say it again,"

"Christopher,”

“Again,”

“Christopher, Christopher, Christopherrrrr, keep fuckin’ me, I’m so close,”

Rio grinned as he returned to her pussy. He latched onto her clit, sucking so harshly, Angel for sure believe that it was going to be bruised. His fingers fucked her even faster, as she clenched around them, as Rio French-kissed her pussy. He was completely relentless, wanting to see her cum, again, again, and again. With one last, harsh suck at her clit, Angel, exploded. She screamed in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. Rio rose up, slowly pumping his fingers, before pulling out.

"Did so good for me," He mumbled against her cheek, holding her close as Angel rode out the aftershocks.

“I love you so much, baby,” Angel whispered in his ear.

Rio captured her lips again, kissing Angel. He licked at her mouth, allowing Angel to taste herself. Rio arms snaked around Angel's torso, and with ease, managed to throw her over his shoulder. Angel giggled and kicked her feet and Rio moved to the stairs.

"Baby! What are you doing?"

"It's time for the real show to start, Nena," Rio teased, he playfully smacked her ass, "You ready for me?"

"Always."

#siribaesfics #rio x reader #rio x black!reader #rio x blackfem!reader #rio x blackcurvy!reader #good girls fanfiction #black fanfiction #poc fanfiction

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ seeking the light ⦒ ✧.*

NANAMI KENTO X FEM! READER SYNOPSIS: Nanami receives his final wish before passing, with you by his side in Kuantan, Malaysia. CONTENT: character death. SMUT MDNI. S2E18. hurt/comfort, unprotected p in v, oral (f! receiving), body worship (lots), missionary, slow sex, light choking, pet names (darling). briefly mentions haibara, gojo. A/N: nanami girlies, hope you guys are recovering (i am still struggling rn)... sending you all hugs and a care package. « 3.3 k words | masterlist | ao3 | reblogs appreciated! »

A body moves on its own accord in its nature to protect. For Nanami, it comes with a cost this time. Even now, at his final breath, even when his numbed, scorched body pleads otherwise, fractured beyond repairable, Nanami chooses someone else’s life over his. There isn’t a doubt about this choice in his mind. All this fighting, all this suffering, this sacrifice—it was for someone worthwhile. For a generation with bright futures ahead of them, not meant for battles like these.

Nanami doesn’t see his act as a virtuous gesture. After all, this is his job, and protecting children is his duty. Perhaps part of him thinks he a coward to stand compliantly and let Mahito end his life, taking the easy way out.

His only regret—not being able to say goodbye to you. Even when all that remains is a silver of consciousness, you are his last memory. He thinks about how you are praying and waiting for his safe return at home, hating himself for not being able to give you the simplest things in life.

“Nanamin…”

In his hazy mist, he hears Itadori’s voice. Lost of vigor, echoing through the isolated platform of Shibuya station with the two of them burrowed deep in this mess. Poor child, he’s about to cry. That’s not a good look on a young man like him.

“Itadori-kun… You’ve got it from here.”

His eyelids are forced to close as the pain becomes unbearable, embracing the cold blackness behind his eyes.

But in that darkness, Nanami isn’t alone.

Rays of light catches up to him, scorching the path ahead of him: burning, igniting, freeing. It illuminates a straight road that leads him into the end of darkness. Nanami had never seen this road in his life, but when he did just now, for some reason, an overwhelming urge makes him walk down this path.

As he tries to walk, something behind his ear cries out his name, asking him to close his eyes once more. Something in him obliges to do so.

.

..

…

“Kento?” Someone calls out.

There are sounds of children giggling away, adults conversing casually in another language accompanied by tunes from local street performances. And most prominently, Nanami hears the waves, rhythmically resonates when it crashes against the shore. He blinks open his eyes.

Light sharply enters his sight, wincing, shielding his face with a risen hand. A shadowed figure stands in front of his sight, slowly becoming apparent as his eyes adjust to the light.

And it’s you, clutching a smile on your face. Your hair catches sun streaks in beachy strands, cheeks sparkle with sand speckles that illuminates your face in some kind of holy light. The clouds, voices and shore freeze when you giggle in your own little world.

“Darling...?” He speaks hollowly as if this is just a memory, fearing that it is, that means it’s all over for real. “Where—am I?”

The world moves again, sounds beginning to rise up into murmured chatter, and his gaze raises in line with the horizon where the sky meets the sea, looking into the deep blue beyond.

“By the beach, sleepyhead. The book’s no good?” You giggle once more, but this time the world doesn’t stop with you.

Nanami has a finger prop up a page in an opened book. He finds himself wearing a tropical button up and pants sitting on an inflatable chair with sand between his toes. “I guess not.”

He doesn’t remember when he got here or how he got here. But Nanami knows exactly where this place is. A famous beach in the east coast of Kuantan, Malaysia—Teluk Cempedak. He saw this view on a magazine once and told himself he would travel here on his day off. That was two years ago. So this is what it looks like in person?

“Did I sleep for long?” He asks.

“Long enough for me to get the both of us something to eat.” You say as you pass an ice cream cone to him. He turns to grab it, and when he does, Nanami’s neck snaps to the seat next to him. A monkey sits comfortably by his side with its grin stretched wide, surprising him so much he drops the ice cream onto the hot sand.

Nanami hears a few tiny click of shutters as both the monkey and you giggle in unison. The camera lens point directly at him.

“You got me. Very funny now.” Nanami sighs, but behind that irritated frown, there is a smile that he reserves only in your presence.

On cue, the monkey reaches over you as you try to enjoy your ice cream, snatches it off your hands, and escapes across the beach.

The two of you stand in shock for a moment, staring at each other, before bursting into quiet smirks and giggles. When the laughter subsides, Nanami brings you close, landing a kiss on your soft lips. He sees his own reflection in the glaze of your eyes, and he realises he haven’t seen himself so carefree in a long time, especially not since he went to Shibuya.

“So, does that mean you won’t make me delete the photos?”

“Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you keep it this time.” He says, then corrects himself as you light up. “As long as Gojo doesn’t get his hands on it.”

“What’s he going to do with a picture or two?” You play with your phone, nervously fumbling the screen.

“Knowing that guy, blackmail. Probably.”

“Well… please don’t get mad at me.”

That is when something dings in his pocket consecutively. He reaches for his phone, and he sees the name Gojo Satoru on his screen, spamming rows of laughing emojis.

“I’m sorry! Gojo already saved it. I can’t unsend it anymore.” You whisper, retreating with your head hang low.

Nanami sighs again, but this time with forgiveness. It doesn’t matter to Nanami anyway. Small things doesn’t matter when he’s with you. He kisses your lips to reassure you. “That’s okay. You’re okay. I’m not really upset.”

And it is at this moment, you can hear a roar of music in the background. Some local nostalgic tune, even if he had never heard this song before. Nanami’s feet taps to the beat of rhythm, and an idea surfaces in his head.

“My lady.” He stands to lean his torso into you, mesmerizingly gentleman. “May I have this dance?”

You hesitate at first, an onslaught of eyes staring at his bold gesture in the middle of a fairly crowded beach. Nanami looks up at you, his drooping eyelids and focused gaze only makes him ever the more persuasive. His charms can’t be denied. Reluctantly, you reach for his hand.

Nanami immediately pulls you in to a dance. Jiving through the sand forming love trails with your bare feet, letting the humid wind sweep and sway through the air. He spins you with a raised hand, and when you do, you notice the many pair of eyes on you, momentarily embarrassed.

“They’re watching, Kento…” You whisper.

“Let them watch.” He whispers back into your ear.

It starts with lively children weaving through the crowd to find the lone couple dancing. They punch their fists clumsily in the air, people cheering and awwing, and suddenly, more people joins, forming a circle. Dancing without any concern of the world. A conga line forms, and the crowd livens in cheers and chants when the two of you leaves the dance circle.

“Look what you’ve done.” You say.

“You know I am only charming when I’m not at work.”

He picks up his phone, finding almost ten texts from Gojo with his face Photoshopped in different memes. You laugh at some of them, even though Nanami seem annoyed. He powers down his phone before you get to see more, in case it gives you any ideas.  

“That’s it. No more work texts on vacation. This trip is about us, and I’ll make sure you have a great time.”

And so he did. He took you to the best curry mee in town, and you had a sip of your teh tarik while overlooking onto the tide. He teases you with a tired loving smile over how you gawk at your food as you eat the kampung delicacies. Something you two would never have eaten in Japan, or Denmark, when he brings you home to meet his grandfather—and shows you that he intends to marry you.

But that’s not just all of his plans. Kuantan has much bigger delights than just the countryside; you took a taxi to all these places that Nanami briefly saw in a magazine. He tries painting batiks (and finds out it’s harder than it looks), walking and admiring local vendors, shop displays until it’s time for dinner again and you had the loveliest Nyonya style seafood that fuses between two cultures.

As the sun sets, there is one final spot Nanami wants to take you. You see the big Kuantan sign as you take a high speed elevator all the way to the top of the Skydeck. And it’s just you and him alone in the breeze of the night, watching streets light up with traffic, illuminating into the same horizon as before.

“Thank you for making my last day memorable.” He speaks into the deep dark sky, not a moon or star in sight.

And at that moment, you know he realises that none of this is real. That his body—or whatever’s left of it—is still back at Shibuya. But for whatever reason, even when he knows he’s already dead, Nanami is smiling. His blond hair reminds you of the moon hanging high in the sky, shining brighter than any spark of light on the streets.

“Mm-hm.” You reply, no other words needed.

Nanami’s arms come around your waist, pulling you close to him, until your bodies connect as one. He leans his head on top of yours, and breathes in your scent, your bashful reciprocation, and all of you that he will most definitely miss.

“Hey.” Nanami says, barely louder than a cricket. “I have one last request.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to taste you one last time.”

The two of you scramble through the linoleum flooring, giggling through the hotel lobby as you share private jokes between each other without a care for the world. Passerbys wonder: ‘I wonder if they’re on a honeymoon’. And it doesn’t matter if it’s the beginning or many nights, or the end of them, your love for each other remains just as passionate.

When Nanami touches the key pass against his door, you try to push him in while he’s distracted, but he smirks at your boldness, but ultimately he turns you around to kiss you instead. He likes how you try even if it always ends with him turning the tables on you, kissing you while his whole body pins you against the hard wall.

He kisses you with the same fervour as he did the first night you spent together in the bedroom, and even after many years together, that doesn’t change.

Nanami helps you out of your clothes, one article at a time, savouring the look of you with each piece undressed, until you lay stark naked in front of him. He removes his glasses to place them against a bedside table, then he gets to work.

Guiding you to plop your hips onto the edge of the bed, Nanami positions himself on his knees to face you. He nudges your legs to open first, and he can’t help but fall in love again with how beautiful you look down there. His instinct is to put your bud in his mouth, and a cold rush of shiver frights you on your lower body. Your fingers curl slightly in reaction to his forwardness.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Nanami smirks, kissing on your clit a few more times before his tongue peeks out, tasting at your delicate bud. He does that for a few minutes, varying the intensity and speed to edge you until it fizzes your lower body. Occasionally, if he thinks you sound cute, he’ll impress you by pressing down his tongue on your clit that makes your fingers curl and uncurl over and over. “You like this?” Nanami asks innocently.

Oh, he knows that you do. But of course, Nanami likes hearing you confess his charms from your own mouth.

“Kento…” You lower your voice. “I love everything you do. That goes without saying.”  

He hums, satisfied by your obedience.

“Now do th-that thing you always d-do, please…”

“As you wish, darling.”

Nanami loves to satisfy you, loves to obey you and make him yours. He takes your bud in his mouth, his tongue inside, circling along your clit while his middle finger dips in your wet coated slit. Long finger curls to meet your g-spot with ease, moving only his last knuckle on his hand so he can repeatedly rap at your sensitive spot until your whole body feels drowned in your own pleasure.

“Oh god…”

His tongue darts out in quick succession, letting the needy bud smack against the tip of his tongue until it grows swollen and sensitive to the touch. Nanami wonders if you are enjoying yourself until he hears a weak noise, back arching, cunt pulsing as the pleasure lightly tips you off the edge like a gentle ripple.

“H-Hey, that’s enough.” You say through huffed breaths.

“Five more minutes.” Nanami says, his breath just as uneasy.

You hesitate. “One.”

“Fine by me.”

Every passing of his tongue on you can’t seem to satiate him, he laps at your taste over and over again. Until foams of saliva bubble over your wet clit and you are soaking under his finger. His chin coats wet with you, with how delicious you are, but he doesn’t mind one bit of the mess. Taking his time is his priority.

“Nnh.” Just like he promised, almost sixty seconds later, he parts himself away through a throaty huff, withdrawing himself to lick his lips clean and wiping streaks of drool from his face with the back of his wrist.

Nanami moves in quickly for another kiss on your lips, and you respond with equal enthusiasm. He shuffles you backwards to accommodate him to enter the bed, lips bound together through the awkward motions. Naturally, you prop your legs on top of his thighs, and you feel his length taking advantage of you without obstructions, closing the distance until his tip meets you at your entrance.

He guides your torso flat against the bed through the firm pad of his palm, pressing them up form your pelvis all the way to your belly, your chest, your collarbone…

He stops moving. “How hard do you want it this time?”

“Hard.”

“As you wish, my darling.”

His left hand continues upwards to find your neck, curling around the circumference of your neck. Some pressure is applied, and you roll your eyes back. Gentle at first, until you’re comfortable with his hand, he settles his tip inside of you. Quiet grunts leave his body as he puts you in missionary, overcome by the need to probe at you further until he feels all of himself buried.

But he restrains, for your sake. Nanami knows, with his size, bottoming out in one go only hurts you more. So he takes his time when he does so, easing himself in and fucks you with the intent to make eternal love, letting him continue this dreamlike state that will soon come to an end.

“You’re gorgeous…” He grunts, simply gazing at you, into your heart and into your soul. You do the same, admiring all his worn-out features relax like creased fabric undoing in the presence of you.

Nanami blinks away a watery glimmer between the speckles of his eyes, hoping you didn’t see it even though you did, and moves again.

Throughout the whole time, he only wants to stare at you, think of you through the burning sensation in his body that continues to remind him his time is almost up. But that doesn’t deter him, in fact, it only makes him want to take as long as the both of you need with no urge to climax hastily.

Each part of this is an experience, one final pleasure before the curse of reality hits them. You, in front of him, probably isn’t real. But it feels so real. It feels like Nanami has been granted his final wish. You, and this lovely scenery.

Soft, sensual pulses throb below you in a flowing state, crashing like the low tide on the evening beach, just like the view outside your fancy hotel window. Until the orgasm comes, in due time, through the labour of his efforts. How Nanami comes down to kiss you in gratitude as come spills inside of you, and the both of you grin into the kiss.

As you snuggle under the sheets next to Nanami, he brings his arm around your belly, grazing, pressing, worshipping—that this is the last time his hands will feel the warm plush again.

“I don’t want this night to over.” You mumble weakly.

He pulls you in with a hand that weighs a thousand of thoughts in his mind.

“I know, darling. I know.”

He sees himself in your eyes for the final time. Looking through the clearness, Nanami’s real body, burned and bruised on one half. Yet you still look at him with eyes that would stay by his side forever.

But this is not your time yet.

You blink back the tears, a rainfall along your cheek. He brushes it away with a look of yearning.

“Promise me you’ll have a good life, darling.”

You nod, unable to say anything else, knowing the tears will return if you do. Between you two, no words are needed. He can read you, and you can read him without any words uttered. Reaching for his jaw at first, you graze your fingers along Nanami’s cheek, and rests his eyes to a close. He mouths something inaudibly in his sleep before he departs.

You do the same, but he can’t see you.

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Nanami opens his eyes in the middle of nowhere. He fell asleep at a bus stop sitting afloat above the sea’s surface. He sees now, the same path as before, ablaze above the sea levels, leading into the horizon where the sun falls into evening glory. At the start of the road, stands a figure.

Yooo, Nanamin. There you are!

The blinding lights on the path dims when the figure takes big, energised strides towards Nanami. Upon closer inspection, it’s a man in uniform. He has a distinct lean of someone he used to know a long time ago.

“Haibara?” Nanami asks.

Long time no see, bud. You don’t have to suffer anymore.

What is this feeling? Overwhelming pain, or relief when meeting a long, lost friend? There is so much Nanami wants to say he doesn’t know where to begin.

That he should have been stronger ten years ago, should have rescued Haibara in a battle beyond both their abilities even though he was just a kid. How he spent the rest of his life repenting, dedicating himself to protect the children who didn’t deserve to be in war. How he tried and failed and made it here…

… but none of that matters anymore after death.

Nanami jumps into his arms, bringing Haibara into his tight embrace. He hugs back. Nanami closes his eyes when he feels a sting behind his cheeks, then opens it again with newfound determination. Haibara bellows a laugh, pointing at Nanami’s reddened eyes which he fails to rub away.

Let’s head on to the other side, shall we?

Nanami nods. And they walk forward, side by side, towards the end of the path. He knows it’s all going to be all okay.

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[satoruhour]

hi t!!! i hope you're well. saw that your requests are open and i'm actually nervous bec this is my first time ever sending a request (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

may i request gojo being jealous or pouty over reader simping over a celebrity (nct maybe or mark lee especially) (i read that you used to write for nct hehehe) (i'm on nct rabbit hole for the past few days) or or or bassist!suguru teaching reader how to play the guitar maybe?

(am i doing this right? (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) )

anyway, have a good rest of your day/night!!!

a/n: omg my love im sorry this took so long! i hope you enjoy, i wrote both but ill post it separately :)

five hours. that’s how long your boyfriend’s been sulking and ignoring you and throwing mini tantrums every now and then. all because you liked to tune into youtube a little too much to look at a bunch of boys (“26, mind you! why do they need so many members anyway?” gojo would say) dance and sing at the same time.

“NCT U this, NCT Dream that, what about NCT Tokyo?” gojo paces the room the very first time you explain the whole concept to him — a group of unlimited members while some are sorted into specific sub-groups that represent specific concepts. gojo gets part of it, but doesn’t understand why they needed to be so attractive.

“they do have an NCT Tokyo, actually! newly formed!” you grin, knowing this information would only set him off, and since then, every comeback, every variety show, every photoshoot behind-the-scenes video that you blast on the living room television is enough to get your boyfriend in the most terrible mood.

but one thing that really sets the sorcerer off is your obsession with the canadian singer slash rapper, mark lee. you admired the work he put in — training since he was young and miles away from his family. he debuted at only sixteen and made a name for himself ever since then, always putting in his 200% for everything that he does. mark’s face shows up way more often than the group videos, gojo notices; a lot of the specific fancams that focus on his performance, or those fan-made compilation videos.

it’s not like you’ve been playing videos non-stop, either. you offered gojo to wave his white flag whenever you went to do chores, made lunch, did some reports, but none came.

so you might as well enjoy a few more videos until you break the ice. you reach hour four when you feel a little bad about the glares he’s giving the tv, seated on the far other end of the sofa while you enjoy the fancam videos of fact check.

curiously, out of the corner of your eye, there’s just a bit of change in your boyfriend’s expression, a scowl still deep on his face but his eyebrows are not as furrowed, eyes not as narrowed and squinted as he liked it to be. having dated since high school, you already know what’s going in that head of his — you know he finds mark at least a little attractive, but his pride wouldn’t let him tell you that.

“see anything you like?” you hear the audible gasp of gojo when you call out to him, letting the video go on not because you watched it a couple times already (while not entirely wrong) but you think gojo still outshines any k-pop idol on the big screen.

“no . .” he mumbles, sinking into himself more and more to prevent you from looking at his expression; but the foot-tapping, the secretive eyes, the head bobs all give him away. you know you’ve got him figured out when you scoot over and he doesn’t move, letting you untangle his fortress of shame shown in his body language.

“you can tell me he’s pretty, you know that right?” you giggle, lifting his arm to slot yourself under it. you fit just right upon his bent knees, looking up at the familiar frown on his face. gently, you peel away the blindfold on his face, greeted with the stark blue eyes that you find yourself falling deeper into each day.

“no comment.”

you laugh at his stubbornness, a hand caressing his cheek as you try to contain your smile. even now, he’s not doing a very good job of catching glances at the television and sulking.

“okay, then, i guess i’ll just continue to watch my videos, then, since tomorrow is an off-day.”

“no! i-i mean . . uh,” gojo is torn between admiring your favourite idol and staying jealous, but he can’t formulate words when you stare at him like that; a crinkle in your eyes and just a sliver of your teeth while your eyes sparkle under the apartment lighting.

“ugghhhh . . i don’t know,” gojo buries his face in his hands, “why do you like him so much anyway? do you like him more than me?”

you hum, striking a faux pose of pondering and your boyfriend only whines again at that, accidentally putting down his knees and your support from behind you is made void immediately. if it wasn’t for your arms that hung around his shoulder, you would’ve landed on his lap pretty harshly.

gojo only huffs after also doing his part: an arm replacing his thighs to keep you from falling. there you hang awkwardly, still faced with gojo’s adorable pout, “mark lee definitely couldn’t have done that. i’ll tell you that much.”

you roll your eyes with a big grin, “oh, you big jealous oaf, c’mere.”

without warning you latch yourself onto him, slightly tackling him into a violent embrace with your lips on his and gojo sighs indefinitely like he’s been waiting all day for it. he just lets you have your way with him, letting you kiss him like you’ve never done before. he hums into your mouth, submitting to you as you climb into his lap.

“so i’m assuming you like me more than him?”

your boyfriend teases as you pull away, hands caressing your sides and sending chills right down to your centre.

“do you really have to ask?” you giggle, fully taking off his blindfold, now, brushing your fingers through his hair. through the corner of your eye, you see him play with the left and right buttons possibly to find a spicy playlist you two could get down to (his words, not yours), but before it can even start:

the playlist’s interrupted by an advert for nature republic with mark’s voice that plays through the speakers, panning out to eight other boys on a beach and smiling as if they’re aware of the torment they harboured.

your sorcerer boyfriend merely throws his hands up in frustration (“oh, come on!”), melting into the couch with a permanent scowl while the living room only fills up with your loud laughter.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

The Dragon’s Bride

(full piece)

Yandere dragon Hanayama Kaoru x Princess reader x Orc Jack Hanma

Took me a long time to do this, but it’s here. I felt so bad not allowing Jack to get a proper ending and there will be no part 2. Enjoy the 400 follower special!!!

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A young girl shyly hid behind her mother’s dress as her big (eye color) eyes gazed at the young boy being introduced to her. She was mesmerized by the small black horns on his head that were still coming in and his small black wings. She couldn’t believe she was meeting a dragon face to face…

His mother pushed him forward as (your name)’s mother pushed the shy girl in front of him. The two children staring at each other in curiosity.

“(Your name)? This is Hanayama Kaoru. He’s going to be your protector until you’re twenty.” Queen (Mom’s name) smiled down at her shy little princess.

“H-hello.” (Your name) softly told the boy with a blush on her cheeks.

“Hello.” Kaoru replied without his face showing much expression. It seems he was the quiet type.

The two mothers smiled at each other fondly. They were happy that the tradition between the Hanayama and the (last name) family would continue for a second generation. The friendship between the two royal families was powerful, dating back for centuries with Kaoru’s mother’s side. But this was the first time a male dragon would be guarding a princess in the tower. Usually his mother would have done it, but lately her health hasn’t been well so she passed the torch to Kaoru.

Kaoru’s mother had utmost faith that Kaoru would make sure nothing happened to (your name). Dragons are extremely possessive over beautiful things after all.

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Over the years together in the tower, Kaoru got tired of (your name)’s antics. She always greeted him with a bright smile whenever he came back from a dispute with other creatures or even just a short flight outside. How she always dresses his wounds and made him meals. Kaoru hired servants to make sure she was properly taken care of because he tried to stay as long as he could away from the tower. Lately he’s been leaving her for about a month in the tower.

Kaoru had no romantic interest in a weak human girl. He always coldly rejected her advances and yet she still persisted. She was like an annoying little fly he wasn’t allowed to squash.

And today, he reached a breaking point. Now he was thrilled that she no longer tried to hug to touch him, but she still always greeted him whenever he returned.

“Kaoru!” (Your name) happily greeted him when he flew down and landed on his perch. “I was worried about you when you didn’t come back for a month but I’m glad to know you’re okay-“

“I’m fine.” Kaoru hissed as he flashed his teeth at (your name) who frowned. She held her hands close to her chest as Kaoru continued, “Just leave me alone. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Im sorry…” She replied softly as she held her arms. “I just-“

“We are not friends. We are not anything.” Kaoru growled as smoke came out of his nose. “Just because our mothers were does not mean the same for us. They’re both gone now so we don’t have to carry on that stupid tradition. You don’t have to make meals for me, that is for the servants. And you don’t have to hum your stupid little tunes, I sleep just fine on my own. You’re nothing more than a weak little human and I have no interest in any sort of relationship with you.”

Kaoru then turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving a teary eyed (your name) behind. The young woman sighing softly.

“Okay… okay.” She then went back into her room and shut herself in there. The young woman taking her diary and putting it into the burn pile along with all the letters she tried send Kaoru when he went into small battles for more treasure. “I’ll give you what you want.”

(Your name) then decided from that day forward, she wouldn’t bother him again.

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Sure enough, Kaoru didn’t see much of (your name) anymore. There were no more greetings or smiles towards him, no more meals made, and no more letters sent. Just silence. It made the tower feel… empty. It’s been weeks of silence.

Kaoru roamed the tower’s halls to check on (your name). Her coming of age was approaching in a year and she would be leaving the tower soon… which meant she’d be getting married off to someone.

Kaoru peaked into her room and saw her standing on her balcony gazing down below. She didn’t turn her head to greet him when he knocked on the door, her eyes transfixed on the forest below. She was ignoring him again.

“I’m going on another trip.” Kaoru told her in his gruff voice. His obsidian eyes gazing at her for any sign of acknowledgment but she didn’t react to him. “It could take awhile.”

(Your name) made no movement towards him and didn’t speak, causing Kaoru to huff. How long was she planning on this silent game? She could at least tell him to be safe- no. Why would he care if she wants him to be safe.

Kaoru stormed off to exit the tower. His body shifting into that of a giant black dragon’s. He was a massive dragon with obsidian scales and long black and red horns that curved back on the top of his head. His obsidian eyes now a bright ruby red.

Kaoru flew up into the sky but not before glancing at (your name) who was still standing on the balcony. Her face looked so… sullen.

Kaoru shook his head. Why did he care if she looked gloomy? It’s not like he cared about her or anything… right?

Kaoru flew off in his pursuit of treasure, leaving (your name) behind once again. Unaware of the danger she would be in…

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(Your name) left the tower to sit by the river she always watches from her balcony. The servants didn’t really talk to her and neither did Kaoru so she was usually alone…

(Your name) began to pick some swan river daisies by the water and slowly turn them into bracelets and flower crowns. A smile on her face for the first time in weeks. She only had one more year… one more year in the tower and then she’d be married off to a prince… she hoped maybe then she’d have someone to love.

(Your name) was completely immersed in her flowers that she didn’t notice the honey colored eyes observing her from the bushes. He was enamored with this human woman. She always looked so sad standing on her balcony… this was the first time he’s seen her out of that tower and so defenseless… he was going to take advantage of this opportunity.

A large creature slowly approaching her as she worked on her flower crowns. A large shadow now lingering over her.

(Your name) glanced up and was surprised to see an orc standing before her. His large, muscular body only covered with a green loin cloth, a pair of ill fitted shorts, and some leather gauntlets. He was definitely an orc warrior… but what was he doing here?

“Hello?” (Your name) softly greeted the orc, hoping not to upset him. The orc didn’t seem hostile despite the numerous scars that covered his body.

“Hello.” The orc greeted her back as he slowly went to sit a few feet from her. His honey colored eyes watching her closely. “My name is Jack. Jack Hanma.”

“My name is (your name)…” (your name) softly introduced herself to Jack. Her eyes sparkling under the sunlight as she smiled brightly at Jack. This was the first time she has spoken to another man other than Kaoru… and also the first time someone introduced themselves first to her… she was excited of this potential friendship.

“I always see you in that tower but I’ve never had the chance to talk to you…” Jack muttered as he looked away in embarrassment. “Are you a prisoner?”

(Your name) blinks at him before laughing a bit. “No. I’m not a prisoner. I’m a princess.”

Jack blinker before frowning. “But why are you in a tower?”

(Your name) thought for a minute before answering. “It’s a family tradition for my family to be locked away in a tower until we come of age. It’s a weird way to protect me until I am married off.”

Jack hummed in thought. He guess it made sense to want to protect a princess’s purity but at the same time, she looked so miserable. He couldn’t imagine being locked in a tower with no company… he never sees her talking to anyone in the months he’s been watching her. She always looked so sad and alone… just like him.

Jack had been alone for most of his life. Everyday he had to fight to survive and to become stronger so he could defeat his father… but a part of him craved love. He longed for the way he’s seen other creatures hold each other.

It was pure luck he spotted (your name) and saw he trying to speak to that scarred dragon for years. It gave him hope. Hope that she could love someone like him.

“(Your name)? I don’t live far from this river so you can come see me anytime.” Jack tells her with a hopeful tone in his voice. Jack nearly jumped up in the air when she placed a hand on his arm.

“Thank you… it’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to someone.” (Your name) smiled at Jack who blushed in response. She was so pretty… how could someone be so pretty?

“You can speak to me anytime.” Jack whispered. He’s had his eyes on her for months and he was so happy she wasn’t afraid of him…

(Your name) smiled at him. “I’d love to.”

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Kaoru glanced expectantly at his window each day. Wondering when the bird was going to bring him a letter from (your name). She always sent letters whenever he was gone… always.

But over the last week, he had yet to receive one… why wasn’t she sending him letter? Was she okay?

Kaoru paced in his castle in thought. This was the longest they’ve went without an interaction in the decade they’ve known each other and he was going mad.

When the bird landed on his window, he practically leapt at it and snatched the message off the leg. His heart clenching when he realized it was just a message from her family informing him that (your name)’s coming of age party was coming up.

Kaoru threw the letter to the ground as he sat in his chair. He leaned his head back as he sighed.

He had successfully gathered all the jewels and treasure he wanted on this trip and yet he still felt so empty… why did he feel so empty…

Kaoru sighed as he rubbed his forehead. What on earth was going on with him? Why did he miss (your name) so much?

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Over the next few weeks, (your name) began to see Jack as much as she could. The two sharing meals she made together and stories. Sometimes (your name) would sit beside Jack and read with him.

For the first time since she’s been in the tower, she has a friend. A real friend.

(Your name) smiled at Jack as she made him a flower crown. The orc happily accepting the crown as he sat beside her by the river.

“There. Now you’re a prince.” (Your name) smiles at Jack who laughs with her.

“I’m a ferocious warrior prince.” Jack snickers. “My brethren would have a cow if they saw me like this.”

(Your name) leans her head on Jack’s arm as they sit by the water together. They became so close over these last few weeks, if feels like they’ve known each other for a lifetime.

“I think you’re neat.” (Your name) tells Jack. “I admire you a lot, Jack.”

Jack blushes as he turns away. He hates how soft he is for her but at the same time, he loves it. He loves her.

Jack just hates how out of place his reflection looks next to her. He’s an orc and she’s a princess… they’re from two very different worlds.

Jack glanced at (your name) who was smiling as she made more flower bracelets. He wanted her… he wanted her almost as bad as he wanted to defeat his father. And damn it, he’d do anything for her… anything.

“Jack? I made us some sandwiches to enjoy.” (Your name) reached into her bag and pulled out some little sandwiches she made.

Jack smiled, his tusks almost digging into his cheeks from how wide it was.

“You spoil me, sweet cheeks.” Jack felt like he needed to gift her something… maybe she’d like a new fur to keep warm with before the cold months hit…

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Kaoru threw a chair across the room when he received a letter back from the servants in the tower. (Your name) had befriended another man… the servants wrote that they share meals together and they’re always laughing.

Kaoru couldn’t stand it. Why was she doing that… she must want to upset him. She wants him to be jealous… that’s what it had to be. She would never move on. They’ve been together for a decade.

Kaoru glanced at the neatly wrapped gift he had gotten for her. He was sure she’d love it… she used to always talk about wanting this…

Kaoru decided to head back home with his plunders. It was time to go back to (your name) and this time, he’s give her all the attention she wanted.

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(Your name) lightly sung as she worked on another meal for her and Jack to enjoy by the river. A bright smile on her face as she imagined his gracious expression. Jack was always so happy whenever she came by to visit him. He was such wonderful company.

The door creaked open but (your name) paid it no mind. She figured it was just a servant.

At least not until the large form of Kaoru stood beside her.

“I’m back…” Kaoru muttered as he stood beside her, his obsidian eyes gazing at her expectantly. As if he was waiting for something.

(Your name) set the bowl down as she turned to look at him, the smile on her face gone. She didn’t understand what he wanted from her.

“Okay.” She replied before getting back to work, but Kaoru put his hand on the bowl.

“You… you didn’t send me any letters…” Kaoru whispered as he held the bowl down on the counter. “I… I was safe.”

(Your name) frowned at Kaoru’s behavior. The princess moving away from him. She didn’t understand why he was talking to her.

“Okay.” (Your name) replied again. She didn’t know what to say to him.

“I brought you something.” Kaoru told her as he went over to the door and grabbed a present. The dragon presenting her the gift with a soft expression.

(Your name)’s brow furrowed in confusion. Why would he bring her something? He’s never brought her anything before…

(Your name) slowly opened the gift before he eyes widened at the contents. This was… this was a gown she had wanted a few years ago… why would he give his to her?

“Do you like it?” Kaoru asked, his eyes hopeful as he trembled. It was as if his eyes were telling her, ‘look at me. Look at what I did. Look at me.’

“You didn’t have to get me this…” (your name) whispered as she covered the gift back up with the lid. She remembered how Kaoru had told her that she wouldn’t ever be able to wear something like that because it wasn’t like he was ever going to take her dancing. He convinced her it was a stupid want and now she didn’t have a desire to dance. “It’s impractical. I’m never going to go dancing until my coming of age.”

Kaoru felt his breath hitch at her words. How could he forget how he told her that she’d never be able to wear this dress… god he was awful.

“Well you can wear it.” Kaoru told her. “I… I could teach you how to dance-“ (Your name) shook her head and handed Kaoru back the gift.

“No. You have no desire for any kind of relationship with me, remember?” (Your name) sighed as she decided to abandon her cooking to get away from Kaoru.

Kaoru lunged forward and grabbed her shoulders, causing (your name) to gasp.

“I didn’t mean it…” Kaoru whispered as he held her in place. “Please… I didn’t mean it.”

Kaoru pulled (your name) into a hug as he buried his nose into her shoulder. The dragon sighing at her scent.

(Your name) pushed him back as she stepped away from him.

“I’m sorry. The damage is done… I don’t think I want to be near you. I’m sorry.” (Your name) then walks to her room. Kaoru standing there shocked.

She wasn’t supposed to reject him… she always loved him. Always. Why didn’t she love him anymore?

Kaoru made his way up the stairs to her room but he paused when he saw a notebook in the burn pile. His curiosity getting the better of him.

Kaoru’s clawed hand flips through the pages before his obsidian eyes widen in realization. This was her diary…

Kaoru took off to his room to go through the pages. His heart beating erratically in his chest when his eyes glimpses at how often his name was in here. He couldn’t wait to find out all the contents in this book…

Meanwhile, (your name) snuck out of the tower to go see Jack. The orc waiting for her by the river. The orc trying to hide something behind his back with a blush.

“Oh! You’re here!” Jack didn’t want to admit to her that he was counting the seconds. It wasn’t like him to be so impatient to see someone, let alone a girl. “I got you something.”

Jack presented (your name) the fur coat of a white tiger. He had been extremely careful not to completely destroy the animal, but he was able to keep most of it intact after his attack. He kept the meat for himself, but he carefully carved the pelt for (your name). It would be a perfect gift for her before it became cold… the pelt should keep her warm.

(Your name)’s eyes sparkled at the beautiful pelt. Her hands touching the soft fur in awe. It was beautiful…

“It’s so beautiful, Jack…” (your name) thanked Jack as she held the pelt in her arms. “I can’t believe you got this for me…”

Jack gave (your name) a toothy grin. He was proud she loved his gift. She deserved beautiful things.

(Your name) blushed as she held the pelt up to her body. The fur was warm and it smelled like Jack… his scent of musky and pine was so comforting to her.

Her relationship with Jack was starting to make her realize what love and care truly was. Perhaps she simply had a crush on Kaoru because those feelings were nowhere near the magnitude of what she felt for Jack. But she still had the wound of rejection, she was afraid to tell Jack how she felt…

Jack took in a deep breath as he observed her soft expression. He loved her… he loved her so much, it was scary.

“(Your name)?” The princess looked up, brown eyes meeting (eye color). Jack gulping down the lump in his throat before continuing. “I’m… I’m only half orc.”

(Your name) blinked as she glanced at Jack’s skin color. She had wondered why he had more of a human skin tone rather than the bright green she’s heard of orcs having, but she didn’t question it. Either way she didn’t care about something as minuscule as Jack’s race.

“That’s okay, Jack-“ Jack leaned his head on (your name)’s shoulder as he sighed.

“I was not born out of love… I was born out of conquest.” Jack softly told her as he wrapped his large arms around her. “I struggled to fit in with humans and orcs for years… I was a horrible monster for so long but I was so lonely…”

(Your name) frowned as Jack shared about himself, she patiently waited for him to continue sharing what he was comfortable with.

“I came to this forest to slay a dragon. To prove I was capable of defeating my father and taking over he orc hoard… but then I saw you.” Jack grabbed her shoulders and turned her upper body to face him. His honey colored eyes full of emotion. “I’m not trying to sound strange but… I’ve been watching you for a long time… how you were treated, rejected, and constant cast aside. I sympathized with you. I went through that as well all my life…”

“Jack…” (your name) held his cheeks in her hands as she smiled up at him. The orc leaning his scarred cheek into her right hand as he sighed dreamily. His eyes gazing into her with so much love, she thought she’d melt.

“I wanted you for months. I didn’t waste the opportunity to finally talk to you… I was so happy you talked to me and we’ve been seeing each other over these last few weeks.” Jack whispered, unsure if he should continue but with a nod from (your name), he felt more confident in proclaiming his feelings for her. “(Your name)? I’m in love with you.”

(Your name) felt her breath hitch when Jack pressed his chapped lips on her right wrist to give it a tender kiss. Her cheeks now a bright red as he stared longingly at her.

“I love you too…” (Your name) smiled up at Jack. It was the truth. In the two months she’s known Jack, he had shown her the love she had always desired. The kind she read about in story books… Jack was perfect. He may not be the picture description of the typical Prince Charming but he was charming in his own way.

Jack snakes his arms around her as he held her close. His forehead pressed against hers as he smiled brightly, his ivory tusks glistening in the sunlight.

“I’m so happy…” He had always lived a life of violence and anger… yet here he was finally embracing someone who cared about him. He no longer lived in the days of war and inflicting fear. He could finally be happy…

Jack pressed his chapped lips to the top of (your name)’s head. The two cuddling as (your name) smiled warmly at him.

And so began their secret relationship. (Your name) deciding she was going to run away with Jack instead of marrying a prince like she was supposed to.

It was just a shame Kaoru wasn’t going to let her go…

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Later that night, Kaoru sat in his study flipping through (your name)’s diary. He has been reading through it all day…

Kaoru ran his clawed fingers through each page with love sick eyes. He had no idea how fond the princess was of him… how much she admired and cared about him. How could he be so blind?

(Your name) was the perfect little mate. Kaoru was sure he could find a witch or a wizard to be able to turn her into a dragon so she could be with him… just like she always wanted!

Kaoru made his way to his board of treasure. The dragon scooping through it excitedly as he began to pick out beautiful gifts to court her with. Some golden necklaces catching his eye.

Kaoru then made his way up to (your name)‘a tower with the necklaces in hand. His hand knocking at her door as he held the necklaces close to his chest.

“Who is it?” Kaoru smiled when he heard her soft voice from the other side of the door.

“It’s me…” Kaoru whispered back, the door slowly opening to reveal (your name) in her nightdress. The princess using a blanket to cover herself from his eyes.

“Oh. I wasn’t be loud or anything was I?” Kaoru frowns when she doesn’t look at him at all. Why wouldn’t she look at him? She loves him… so her eyes should always be on him.

“No… I have something for you.” Kaoru then held up the gold necklaces too (your name). The princess raising a brow at him. “I think you’d look lovely in gold…”

(Your name) tilted her head at Kaoru’s strange behavior. He never brought her gifts before… ever. So why was he trying to gift her things now?

“Oh… but where would I wear something that nice? I’m stuck in this tower for six more months…” Kaoru frowned at her subtle rejection before ultimately deciding to persist.

“You can wear them while here…” (Your name) stepped back when Kaoru pushed forward and entered the room. “Here, let me put them on for you.”

(Your name) sighed before sitting on her bed and using the blanket to cover up her body, except for her neck. Kaoru swinging the necklaces over her neck before clasping each one.

(Your name) shivered when his claws lightly brushed against the soft skin of her neck.

“You smell nice and your skin is so soft…” Kaoru whispered huskily in her ear as he turned her body to face the full body mirror in front of her bed. “And you look so beautiful in gold.”

(Your name)’s (eye color) eyes were wide at the sight before her. Kaoru’s large body sat behind her as he ran his claws through her hair. His nose pressed into the locks as he gave a few strands some kisses.

“Thank you.” (Your name) thanks him softly before gently pulling her hair away from him. She felt extremely uncomfortable. She was confused on why he was giving her so much attention suddenly.

Kaoru suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his large arms around her. Kaoru pulling her body to lean back on his as he purrs. (Your name) had no idea dragons could purr… it was a strange discovery.

“Why are you being so distant? Aren’t you happy?” Kaoru asks as he leans his head into the crook of her neck, his brow furrowing at the strange scent that was mixed with hers. Kaoru snapped his head away from her shoulder as his obsidian eyes flashed a bright ruby red for a second. This was a masculine scent… a monster scent. “Who were you with? Who?”

“Oh, I made a friend by the river…” (Your name) gulped when Kaoru’s eyes were now a bright red with thing black slits… the look on his face was terrifying… her body trembled as she tried to speak to him again. “His name is Jack-“

One of Kaoru’s hands swiped at one of the wooden bed posts on her bed. (Your name) screamed when the wood flew off and crashed into the wall from the force behind his swing. She covered his head as she trembled like a leaf. She could smell smoke…

(Your name) nervously glanced up at Kaoru who had smoke leaving his nose and his lips. He looked so angry… why was he angry?

Kaoru took in a deep breath before calming down. Kaoru pulled her close to his chest as he pressed a kiss to her head. “I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just got a little angry is all.”

(Your name) was as still as a stone as Kaoru caressed her. The dragon muttering her reassurances.

“I’ll get you a new bed frame and new bed posts… how about one of those canopy beds with the sheer curtains? Won’t that be lovely?” Kaoru offered her as he nuzzled her neck, making sure to rub his scent all over her.

(Your name) just trembled as she held the blankets close to herself. She didn’t know what was going on with Kaoru but she was afraid… she was so afraid…

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(Your name) went down the tower to go out to see Jack, only to realize the door was melted… Someone welded the metal door completely shut… she couldn’t go out now.

(Your name) felt tears gather in her eyes as she tried the door. Only to sigh in frustration. The only ones who could get in and out of the tower now were the servants but that was because they were also dragons…

How was she going to see Jack now? How was she to let him know she was now truly trapped in his tower…

(Your name) went to go back up her tower and she ran into Kaoru. The dragon smiling softly at her as he held up some silk sheets in his hands.

“I got you that new bed. I’m going to get rid of all your blankets.” Kaoru then leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Especially that fur. To smells disgusting-“

“Please don’t take the fur.” (Your name) grabbed Kaoru’s shirt. “Please not that… just let me keep that… please.”

Kaoru froze before sighing. It seems she grew some sort of attachment to that orc outside… nonetheless he must get rid of it.

Before Kaoru could speak, he felt (your name) hug him. His breath hitching at the gesture, his arms snaking around her waist to pull her closer to his body.

“I’ll do anything… please don’t.”

“Anything?” Kaoru felt dazed. Anything… she’d do anything for that sad little fur… “Then let me lay beside you tonight. I want to sleep in your bed with you.”

“…okay.” (Your name) whispered. Kaoru was so happy… he was so happy his little mate accepted him again. He’d never mistreat her again…

Now all he had to do was ask for her hand in marriage from her parents…

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Kaoru was gone the rest of the day. He had flown off somewhere so (your name) used this time to try to figure out how to contact Jack.

The servants all left for the day but even then… Jack was too far away to hear her scream.

(Your name) felt a sob rack through her body. She felt hopeless… just like a damsel in distress…

“(Your name)?” (Your name) perked up at her name and ran to her balcony to see Jack. She waved her arms at him.

“Jack! Jack I’m here!” (Your name) felt tears fall down her face as she smiled. “Kaoru welded the door shut! I can’t get out!”

Jack furrowed his brows before walking around the tower. There wasn’t a way in besides that door and the windows that were high up… Jack was going to have to climb…

“I’ll figure a way to get you out! I promise.” Jack shouted up at her as he glanced up at the sky. “I think he’s coming back so I’ll have to plan a way to get you out safely! I’ll save you, I swear!”

Jack then dashed back into the forest before Kaoru saw him.

The large black dragon transforming back into Kaoru as he landed on her balcony. A smile on his face when he saw (Your name).

“Were you waiting for me? I made sure not to be gone for too long.” Kaoru wrapped his arms around (your name) as he sighed in contentment. His sweet little mate was waiting for him… he couldn’t wait to tell her the news…

(Your name) held him back a bit just to satiate him. She didn’t want to upset him in anyway…

Kaoru lead her into her room as he presented her some more gifts. This time she accepted them without hesitation. She didn’t want him to destroy her new bed…

“I paid your family a visit.” Kaoru whispered with a smile. “They’re not going to get you back now like they were supposed to.”

(Your name) freezes. This wasn’t the agreement… she was supposed to leave this tower in a few months and then runaway with Jack… why would the terms change?

“I burned down over half of that kingdom but they’re going to let me keep you.” Kaoru smiled as he placed his head into her shoulder and inhaled her scent. “You’re going to be my wife. Aren’t you happy?”

(Your name) felt her blood run cold. Kaoru wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her… he never cared about her before…

Kaoru played with her hair with a smile. (Your name)’s eyes wide in shock.

“We’ll love the rest of our days together. You’ll be my lifelong mate.” Kaoru explained softly. “I’m having Kizaki work on finding a witch or wizard who would be able to turn you into a dragon, just like you’ve always wanted.”

How did he know that she used to want to be a dragon to be with him? Unless… no…

“Kaoru… did you read my diary?” (Your name) whispered as Kaoru smiled at her.

“I did. You wrote about how much you care for me… how much you love me.” Kaoru took her hands in his. “How could I not be moved by your declarations and efforts? I swear I’ll never mistreat you again. From now on I’ll be the perfect mate. The perfect husband and provider.”

Kaoru pressed his forehead to hers. “I realized how important you were to me once you stopped your affection. You are my most valuable treasure, dear. I’ll treat you well, I swear.”

This had to be some sort of sick joke… Kaoru never wanted her before. Yet even she knew Kaoru doesn’t joke. He’s a very serious man.

Kaoru was obsessed with her and he was never going to let her go…

Dragons were extremely possessive of their treasure, after all.

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[mingtinys]

lee sangyeon's (almost) villain origin story

pairing : lee sangyeon x gn!reader

fluff , humor , slice of life , university!au

warnings : language , one suggestive scene

word count : 2.4 k

requested ? no

a/n : this is just pure self-indulgent sangyeon brain rot ,,, you've been warned ( aka. the epitome of "i write what i want to read and then toss it into the void" )

Lee Sangyeon is a patient man. He babysits his young nephews, tutors underclassmen on weekends, and keeps his ten gremlins wonderful friends out of trouble. But his sanity is slipping. Granted, being president of the TBZ fraternity is hard work, but it's starting to feel more like running a daycare.

Though, with all its chaos over the years, rarely has he felt the need to wring anyone's neck out over a few minor inconveniences. Lately, however... well, his fingers start to twitch at the sight of his housemates.

And it's exactly that familiar feeling that begins to tingle at his fingertips when the infuriating voice of Kim Sunwoo follows the slamming of the frat house door. It startles Sangyeon from his dozed state and you as well. Flinching so hard your fingers that were previously twirling a lock of his hair pull painfully at his scalp. "Shit– oh! Sorry, babe." You hiss, petting his hair back down once you realize.

Sangyeon lifts his head from your lap solely to glare at the obtuse boy. His hands and arms adorned with multiple paper grocery bags and beer cases. "A little help would be nice," he jabs, mid-struggle to pile them onto the kitchen island before his strength gives out.

"A little peace and quiet would be nice." Sangyeon cuts, rolling back over to face the television. He stirs, stretching out his tired muscles before sinking back into the couch and your warmth. Desperately chasing the cozy feeling he'd been robbed of too soon.

"Is all that for the party tonight?" You ask Sunwoo. An innocent question for the sake of being polite that the boy somehow takes as an invitation.

"Almost all of it, Changmin is grabbing a few more bottles from the liquor store– is that Love Island?" He points, creeping up behind the sofa.

Whatever merciful God is listening. Please. No. Sangyeon begs.

"Yeah, it's the most recent–"

"I love Love Island– scoot!"

Sangyeon pulls his knees up just in time as Sunwoo jumps the couch, swinging his legs dangerously close to the glass coffee table, causing Sangyeon's fingers to twitch once more.

"Don't you have other things to be doing?" Sangyeon's voice is low in a silent warning. One Sunwoo purposely remains blissfully ignorant to.

"You know I personally like the British version better." He rambles on. Your boyfriend shoots you a pleading look. Whether he's begging you to do something or finding the strength to keep his cool, you aren't sure.

You give a pitiful shrug in return. Sangyeon just sighs, dropping his head to your shoulder. Perhaps the living room wasn't the best place for alone time.

Surely, he couldn't be bothered in his room. He even added a "do not disturb" sign for good measure. Sure, Juyeon's music was a tad loud and he could hear tidbits of the show playing downstairs, but he could tune that out. Just a few more sentences and he'd be done with his paper and finally free to spend time with you.

"How much longer?" you ask, peaking over to where Sangyeon sits hunched over his laptop on his bed.

"Maybe like five minutes." He doesn't bother looking up from the word document. "I just need to figure out the phrasing on this, it's been driving me mad."

"You've been figuring it out four nearly two hours," you step over to the end of Sangyeon's bed. "Maybe you need to take a break and come back with fresh eyes."

He stubbornly shakes his head, running his fingers through his already messy locks. "I need to get it over with." At this point, you're standing right over him. Yet still, it's like you're not even there. Though you must admit, the focused scowl on his face is quite adorable.

"Sangyeon."

Nothing. Not even as you tilt down to his level does he pause his typing.

"Sangyeon." You call a little sweeter this time.

Again, nothing.

Having finally waited long enough, you tip his chin back with a single finger. He looks slightly miffed at first, but then his eyes land on your wardrobe. "Is that my shirt?" He whispers. Jaw slack as his eyes not so subtly roam every inch of the fabric, admiring how it hangs from your figure.

"It is." Matter of fact, it's not just his shirt, but a pair of his boxers as well. A detail that short-circuits his brain for a solid five seconds. It feels like he's been knocked in the chest, unable to say anything. His eyes flit from your outfit, to your lips, and back down.

"Sangyeon?" You purr.

"Yeah?"

"Click save."

You've never seen him move so fast. Throwing his laptop with such force it nearly flies off the bed. Sangyeon effortlessly pulls you over to straddle his lap, grinning so hard it makes you giggle.

"When did you even change into these?" His hands rest at your waist under the thin cotton tee, letting his pinky dip into the waistband of your, really his, boxers.

"I got bored and raided your closet while you had your nose buried in Microsoft Word." Your hands clasp behind his neck. "You don't mind, right?"

"Definitely not." Sangyeon's fingers dig into your skin as he sloppily attaches his lips to your own. He's greedy, like a prisoner starved for water on a hot summer day, but that doesn't seem to bother you.

"I'm gonna need this back though, you know?" He teases against your lips, pulling at the hem of the cotton covering your torso.

"You'll have to offer something in exchange."

"Now that," Sangyeon's eyes light up, "I can do–"

The door to his room flies open with a force so great Sangyeon half expects the Hulk to be standing in his door frame. The resounding bang of it ricocheting off the wall accidentally making Sangyeon dig his fingers a little too deep into your skin. It earns a yelp from you and you're shuffling off his lap in an attempt to escape his iron grip.

"Hyung–!" Eric exclaims, but takes a pause in his panicked state to greet you. "Oh, hi Y/N!"  

"Hi, Eric," you wave awkwardly.

Sangyeon is scrambling to cover you with his comforter as fast as possible. Not that you're wearing anything particularly revealing, but it's still nothing Eric needs to see. Not that it matters, Eric doesn't seem too concerned with you or the state you and your boyfriend were previously in.

"Hyung, I need your help!"

This is Sangyeon's absolute last resort.

Does he necessarily want to spend his only free period of the day with you in a noisy, crowded, cafe? No. He'd much rather be in his room with you curled up in his arms, completely and utterly alone. But so long as he lives with ten men who have never known the concept of privacy, he'll have to settle.

At least you seem happy with the lunch date he planned. Animatedly talking on and on about how you've been wanting to try this cafe. And if you're happy, then Sangyeon is happy. He'd count today as a success even if all he does is admire the beautiful pair of eyes across from him while you ramble.

"—Everything just looks so good, I don't know if I should go for a coffee or a fruity tea."

"Get both if you want." He offers, but you scrunch your nose up.

"That's a bit much, don't you think?"

"Then why don't you get a coffee, I'll get a tea, and whichever you like better you can have." A smile breaks out on your face at that idea.

"See, this is why I love you."

Yeah, Sangyeon thinks, this was a success.

Well. Almost.

"Sangyeon? Y/N?" Comes an unfortunately familiar voice. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, you've got to be fucking joking," Sangyeon pinches the bridge of his nose as Kevin Moon and his impeccable timing make an appearance.

"We're on a date." He cuts, hoping the boy will get the hint to leave. But of course, he doesn't. Instead, Kevin pulls up an empty chair and plops down at the end.

"Have you guys been here before? It's my first time and I can't figure out if I want a coffee or a tea."

Sangyeon gives up. They win. The ten little demons infesting his home win.

"Jail can't be that bad, right?" He ponders aloud as the two of you lay sprawled out on his bed. Even you've begun to notice your boyfriend's slow descent into insanity. And while you do feel bad, it is a little comical. "What's a few murder charges... or ten."

You listen to him rant, his head in your lap and arms encircling your hips. You continue to brush your fingers through his hair, hoping the action will induce some sort of calming effect.

He props his chin up on your stomach to look at you pouty lips and puppy eyes. "It's so unfair," he whines like a toddler.

"I think you'll live," you chuckle.

"I literally won't."

Like clockwork, there's a knock on his door. Sangyeon groans, exasperated. "Ohh my God, seriously?" He faceplants into your stomach. "You deal with them. If I do it I'm leaving in handcuffs."

"Come in," you call.

Haknyeon peaks in, frowning when he sees Sangyeon's state. "What's wrong with him?" He points.

"Everything."

"Nothing," you both answer. "He's just being dramatic. What did you need, Haknyeon?"

"Uh, well I was wondering if you could help me with a dilemma?" He asks shyly, tip-toeing the rest of the way in.

"What's the dilemma?"

He pulls two shirts from behind his back. "So, I finally asked out that girl in my class—"

"Aw, Hak, congrats!" You coo.

"—Thanks," he beams. "We're supposed to meet for coffee in an hour. Which shirt should I wear?"

"Whichever gets you out of my room the fastest," Sangyeon grumbles, voice muffled.

"Shush!" You slap the back of his head in warning. "I think blue would go well with your eyes, Hak." You smile and Haknyeon lights up.

"Okay, perfect! That's the one Younghoon and Jacob picked as well. Thanks, Y/N, thanks Hyung!" The boy is already turning on his heels as he calls out his thanks. Sangyeon lifts his hand in a half-hearted wave as the door slams shut.

"Be nice to him, he's excited," you chastise. "He's been ogling over that girl for months. This is a big deal for him."

Sangyeon sighs, propping his head back up. "I know it is, who do you think helped him pick out and iron his pants this morning?"

"They really look up to you, you know? That's why they're always bothering you for stuff."

Your warm palm comes to rest against his cheek. It's frustrating for him, always feeling responsible for everyone around him, you know this. And while his willingness to take on that challenge is something you've always admired, you do fear him getting burnt out.

Sangyeon frowns. "I know, I just wish I could have a few moments to be selfish. Is this how parents feel?"

You laugh at his remark. "I think even parents get more of a break than you do."

"Told you we should've used protection." He grins with his gummy smile at his own joke. Making you playfully flick his forehead.

"Getting all of us out of the house at once is a big ask, Y/N." Jacob grimaces as takes a sip of his of his cold brew.

What was originally supposed to be an intense study session for your upcoming physics test quickly turned into you debriefing Jacob on Sangyeon's declining sanity. Which you're eighty percent sure Jacob only entertained as an excuse to procrastinate. Because it's been two hours and neither of you has so much as opened a single textbook despite his multitude of complaints about being unprepared.

"I know, but you're their vice president, isn't there something you can do? You could organize a charity event or something." You pout. "I'm suffering too here!"

"Even if I could find a way to convince ten—" he holds up both hands with fingers spread for emphasis. "—ten, that's one-zero, men to all clear out, I don't want to be the one babysitting them."

"You'd have Chanhee there to help."

"The odds of getting Chanhee to do anything outside of his job description are about as good as me passing this test." Jacob snorts, and all hopes of getting TBZ's treasurer involved are squashed then and there.

Jacob is your only hope, so you're going to have to lay it on thick.

"Come on, Jacob, please. Sangyeon really needs the break."

"Don't give me that look." He jabs a finger at you.

"Please, Jacob."

"No."

You sink back into your seat, letting out a long and dramatic sigh. Attempting to look as pitiful as possible. And judging by the way Jacob's leg won't stop anxiously bouncing beneath the table, it's working.

"Don't do that," Jacob whines.

Silence.

"Okay, fine, I'll figure it out." He throws his hands up in surrender. "Just quit pouting and help me study."

"Thank you, Jacob," You perk up. "You're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The excited call you get from Sangyeon telling you to come over immediately comes sooner than expected. You're not usually one to question miracles, but you are curious as to how Jacob managed to drag everyone out of the house on a Tuesday night.

"Where is everyone?" You ask as Sangyeon tugs you through the front door.

"Don't know. Don't care." He smiles brightly. "What I do know, is I'm not touching a single textbook, laptop, or phone."

You aren't sure when the last time you saw your boyfriend this happy was.

Sangyeon plops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap as he does so. "It's gonna be just me, you, some take-out, this couch, and the last season of Love Island Australia."

You snort. "You say that, but I'm betting twenty on you being knocked out by the end of the first episode."

"That's actually the plan," he grins smugly before pulling a blanket over his legs and letting his head fall into your lap. He's not even facing the screen. You're starting to think he just invited you over to be his personal pillow.

But you let him, because it's well deserved.

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Though The Path May Be Long, I Shall Find You; Ruggie Bucchi

A path lies ahead, some are more treacherous than others. At the end of the winding, coloured footsteps is where they can rest; a bird directing them forward, made out of precious stone.

Main Character; Ruggie Bucchi

Supporting Roles; Grandma Bucchi, Rho (Ruggie's bird)

Content; Soulmate AU (I use the term soul match), gender-neutral reader, this can be read as platonic, familial, or romantic, hurt/comfort, I get emotional yet again about Ruggie, stressed reader

Content Warning; Ruggie's backstory (his mom's death and I mention childbirth, but describe nothing), self-doubt (reader), allusions of depression (reader), anxiety attacks (reader)

Word Count; 5 K

Do not put mine - or other creators' - works into AI; that shit steals.

Prologue & Leona's Story | Jack's Story

Ruggie was out with the adults, tagging along to collect honey to bring back to the village. He followed silently behind his grandmother, holding her hand. Ahead of them two birds flew ahead, honeyguides, singing their song to alert the beastmen that there was a hive ahead. A hive full of sweet honey, a rare treat saved for the elderly and the young of the village.

“You see those birds, Ruggie,” his grandmother nodded up to where the birds flew. “Those are honeyguides. Your mother…” The woman paused, taking in a calming breath. It’s been nearly five years since her daughter, her only child, had passed away due to complications from childbirth. Unfortunately, it was common for many first-time hyena beastmen to pass while delivering… and such a fate fell upon her. She shook her head, continuing with her tale. “Your mother, her messenger was a honeyguide.”

Ruggie looked up to his grandmother. “Mama had one of those birds?” He tried whistling the tune of their leading song, but it just came out as raspberries.

His grandmother chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Yes, and oh the trouble those two got into. How do you think I got all this grey hair?” She tugged at a few strands to prove her point. She did their whistle, going slowly so that Ruggie could practice alongside her. “Like this.”

Ruggie eventually got the call down and whistled towards the other adults, and the two honeyguides. “Gramma?” He tugged at her shirt. She looked down and picked him up, putting him up on her shoulders. “Do you think my messenger will be a honeyguide… just like Mama’s?”

She smiled bittersweetly, picturing the rose quartz bird that stood still by the only pictures she had of her daughter. “Hmm, maybe. But that’s for the winds to decide. Regardless though, they’ll bring you great happiness.”

“Gramma?” Ruggie placed his head on top of hers. “What’s your messenger? Did Mama meet her soul match? Did you meet yours?”

The birds stopped, as they arrived at the hive. The adults tasked with smoking the bees out got to their jobs, passing down honey from the rock crevice and putting aside some of the comb for the birds. This harvest looked like it would be enough to feed both the elders and the children, plus some extra left over for the harvesters.

Ruggie’s grandmother hummed to herself. “I think that’s a story for a later time, no? Now come on, try some of this honey, it’s the sweetest I’ve ever had in all my years.”

She never got her messenger. Never had been gifted a soul match by the King of Beasts or the southern winds. And her daughter had met her match, but then he left after her death; her messenger going still after her passing. Leaving the ageing woman all alone, with only a few photos, her daughter’s lifeless messenger, and Ruggie. The person who looked the most like her.

…

The stars twinkled in the night sky, and Ruggie reached his hand out. “Hi, Mama,” he whispered. “I hope you’re doing okay up there in the stars… Tomorrow is my birthday ya know! I’m getting a messenger, just like you did!”

A gentle warm breeze caressed his face, and a shooting star raced against the deep indigo sky. Make a wish. Ruggie clamoured over the window, the breeze playing with his hair. He leaned against the frame, and closed his eyes. “Mama, if you’re up there listening… I wish that you could be my messenger. I know that I never got the chance to meet you, to get to know you, but I want to. I want to get to know you. And I know that you can’t be here, but … I love you, Mama.”

He cracked open his eyes and saw that the entire night sky was filled with shooting stars, a sign of a good omen. The warm breeze tickled his nose before going back out of the window. In the distance, he could hear a lone hyena calling out to its clan, but no one called back. He looked out into the sea of shooting stars and located the star he designated for his mom; an orange star, large, but not super noticeable. A warm amber amongst the darkness of the sky and pale blues of other stars.

He yawned and went back to his bed, clutching on to one of his mom’s old stuffies; a patched up warthog. “Good night, Mama, I love you.” He closed his eyes and was off to the land of dreams.

The light breeze was back, warm and carrying the scent of honey. It carried a small pink crystal bird with it, placing it gently at the foot of the bed, looking after Ruggie’s sleeping form. A honeyguide, much like his own late mother’s. It too being made out of pink crystal, but rhodochrosite, not rose quartz. A crystal meaning compassion, love, comfort, and happiness.

When Ruggie woke up he stared at the bird before cradling it gently to his heart. He walked to his grandmother’s door. “Look, gramma, it’s just like Mama’s!”

His grandmother hugged him, clutching on tightly to his back, tears rolling down her cheeks. Perhaps this life had been cruel to her, but she at least knew that her grandson, her only family, had someone out there. And that maybe, just maybe, her daughter was looking down from the stars smiling and looking out for her son.

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Ruggie kept his messenger on him at all times. When he was wearing his dorm uniform, he kept the pink bird on a braided necklace that his grandmother made him for his fifth birthday, using some fabric from one of his mother’s old scarves. Whereas, when he was in the school uniform he kept it in his breast pocket, above his heart. And he would subconsciously check throughout the day to make sure that it was still there, a habit of his. 

It’s been four years, and yet the bird has yet to come to life. But Ruggie didn’t feel bitter, or sad. He knew that life wasn’t fair, he has witnessed that much. He has lived it, experienced that it wasn’t fair. Knew that it was something you could only make the best of. He also knew that he shouldn’t complain. He was thankful that he had at least something to match his mother. A symbol that she was always looking after him. So, even if the messenger never came to life, he could at least have an aspect of his mother. Thankful that there was at least a chance of him having a soul match out there, somewhere.

He hadn’t told his grandmother, as he didn’t want to bring a sense of sadness; had she not gone through enough? The last thing that he wanted to do was to bring more pain to the ageing woman’s heart. He just wanted her to be happy. She had done so much for him, sacrificed so much; the least he could do was give her some hope. That he could bring their family out of poverty. That he could get a well-paying job. That he could find happiness. That she needs not to worry about him. That he would be okay. That they would be okay.

Besides, the new school year was beginning and he was positive that would mean that Leona would give him odd jobs to do. But hey, money is money, and he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when said gift horse paid him graciously. 

So, Ruggie was busying himself by rearranging his room, placing the few personal belongings that he had in their spots. The photo of him and his grandmother, and next to it, the warthog plush that belonged to his mom. Everything else was hand-me-downs from Leona, or related to schoolwork. The only other personal things he had was the braided necklace, and of course, his messenger. He whistled the honeyguide call to himself, making sure everything was in place. Leona was off at the ceremony, so he basically had the day free to himself. He could probably go off and work some odd errands, but just for today, he would relax.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the wings of the stone bird. “I know you’re out there. I want to find you,” he sighed, holding the bird to his chest. “Let me find you.” He tried to fight off the drowsiness that was taking hold — it wasn’t even nighttime yet — but it won in the end, and he fell asleep.

As the sun set, and the waning moon rose, a warm breeze carried the scent of hibiscus flowers and honey, ruffling his hair. The stone bird tumbled out of Ruggie’s hand, falling gently onto the blankets. The breeze caressed it, and the stone honeyguide ruffled its feathers for the first time. It hopped upright and nestled in the sleeping hyena-beastman’s hair, singing its guiding call softly.

…

Ruggie stretched awake, the room still dark as the sun had not yet woken up for the day. The waning moon, and stars provided the only light, casting the room in blue and silver light. He walked over to the window and looked out, searching for his mom’s star. “Hi mom,” he said to the warm amber star up in the sky. A warm breeze tickled his ears, and he imagined it was her playing with them. “Can you show me a sign?” About my soul match?

Something shifted under the bedsheets, and Ruggie’s ears twitched at the noise. He crept over to the bed, and lifted up the sheet carefully, unsure of what it could be. Underneath the blanket was the stone honeyguide, twitching in its sleep.

His eyes widened, and he carefully scooped up the little bird, cradling it in his hands. After all of these years. After all of the hardships that he has endured. All of the uncertainty. His soul match was here. He took in a sharp breath, trying to control the well of emotions that had sprung forth; that his soul match was alive, and that maybe his mother, and not the King of Beasts, had sent him a sign. That he wouldn’t be alone in this life. But a lone tear traced down the planes of his face, dropping onto the bird.

This is your sign, take it, my love.

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You didn’t know what to make of any of this. Being transported into some dimension and waking up in a coffin of all things. That you now live in a decrepit mansion with some cat-monster and ghosts. That magic existed and you had several life-endangering encounters with said magic. And that you now have a small bird made out of pink crystal, and that it was alive. That it could talk.

“You know,” the bird hopped onto your head, “I can’t explain more than you need to be privy to.” Their voice played in your mind, and you tried to ignore them, instead focusing on the tall stack of books about dimensions; trying to find a way home.

You waved a hand around, forcing the bird to take flight, landing on your desk. “I am well aware of that, since you dodge every single one of my questions,” you huff, flipping over the page since it had nothing relevant about your situation. It only said that giraffes were originally demons hailing from the Boiling Isles, wherever that was. This dimension had evil giraffes, but apparently your dimension without magic was far more ludicrous than that. Predictable. “So if you aren’t going to be helpful, just leave me alone. I don’t need your ‘help’.”

The bird gave you a bombastic glare, huffing to itself it went to a small dark brown leather bound journal with the gold insignia of a lion and a hornbill, placing it in front of you. “No need to get snippy with me. Here, read this, it should explain everything you need to know. I can’t do anything else pertaining to your questions now though, know that.” With that, the bird took off through the window, off to who knows where. 

You sighed, but focused on the journal they put in front of you and cracked open the centuries old leather.

Of all the magic there is in Twisted Wonderland, the most coveted, the most revered, is the magic of soul matches. These matches come in many different forms, different for every person. Platonic. Familial. Romantic. Those are the most common. For the merfolk it is a song that only they can hear, their match tugging at their soul. Gifted to them by the benevolence of the Sea Witch. For fae it is yet to be revealed, as they are a secretive lot. Fearing that should anyone outside of their clan know that that information would be used against them. All that is known by outsiders is that they were gifted from the Thorn Fairy, a blessing. As for beastmen, and anyone hailing from the Sunset Savanaclaw, they were gifted bird messengers made from precious stone. It is said the crystal represents what their match will bring to them. And once they feel that they are ready, a glowing path of footsteps will lead them to their match. The birds will dance, and then they will know that they have found each other.

You placed the journal back down, brows creasing. You weren’t from the Sunset Savannah, let alone this dimension in the first place. How on Earth do you have a messenger? Why do you have a messenger? And what did it mean? I’m not ready for this… I don’t think I’ll ever be.

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Ruggie had formed a friendship with his bird, and he even gave her a name; Rho. She doted over him, and her voice was what he imagined his mother’s was like; confident, caring, and warm. And even though he had a friendship with her, he has yet to see the glowing footsteps. He was more than ready to meet them, so it must mean that his soul match, whoever they were, wasn’t. 

“It’s unlike you to dwell on possibilities,�� Rho said, landing on his shoulder, returning from one of her daily flights. “Uncertainty clouds your mind, much as the smoke from a brush fire does. Clogging out any possible light from the bright sun that lies beyond the thick smoke.” Rho also happened to be quite poetic and… concerning? But she was sweet, so he ignored the cryptic verses.

Ruggie shook his head, trying to centre his mind. “Hmm? Just thinking is all. Ya don’t need to worry about me, Rho. Shishishi!” But she was right, as his mind tended to go down the more pessimistic path.

What if his soul match was never ready? What if they didn’t want to find him? What if they would reject him after finding out about the cards he was dealt in life? Would they stay by his side as he pulled himself, his family, and his community out of poverty? Would they… would they be like his ‘dad’ and ditch him in hopes of better prospects elsewhere, never to come back? To leave him behind? Leaving him alone to take care of everything, with no one to turn to for support?

Rho sighed, and hopped onto his head, ruffling his hair. “See, uncertainty. A tree cannot grow if it does not receive sunlight. And you cannot grow if you doubt yourself.”

He rolled his eyes, but she was right, as per usual. “Yeah yeah, I know,” he sounded relaxed but he took the words to heart. It’s something his grandma would also tell him, albeit she would get straight to the point. Something like, Quit doubting yourself. You are more than capable. Plus I love ya, and that’s what matters!

But Rho looked unconvinced. “If you want, I can go… persuade their bird to encourage them to meet you.”

“Thought that was against the rules though?” Messengers aren’t allowed to disclose any information that could change their match’s mind on whether they wanted to meet or not. He had no idea why, but it was seen as a big no-no. “Didn’t take you as the rule breaking type.”

Rho flitted down to the windowsill, looking out into the Savanaclaw Dorm exterior. “As long as I don’t let anything slip, it is fine. A gentle nudge if you will. And technically, I am breaking no rules. Just paying a visit to my counterpart to discuss their progress. That is all.”

Ruggie raised a brow, chuckling to himself. “Shishishi, you’re a horrible liar,” he poked her on the nose. “Just don’t get caught, okay?”

Rho nipped at him and took off into flight. “Need not to worry.” She didn’t add her own thought, which was I’m unsure if they will be able to see me or not. It’s been several weeks since they arrived and I’ve seen no sign of them.

…

The bird has persisted to follow you everywhere you went; to all your classes, and you had to kick it out of the washroom on several occasions as well. Everywhere. And they. Would. Not. Shut. Up.

“Hey! Hey! You really need to find them!” They pulled at your uniform, trying to get your attention. “Hellooooo! Are you even listening to me?”

Unfortunately, yes. All you wanted to do was get back home. Yes, you have made friends here. You had fun. But you didn’t belong here, or least, you felt like you didn’t belong. The magicless Prefect from another, magicless, dimension. The closest thing you could even call family here would be Grim, and the three main ghosts who are still tethered to the Ramshackle Dorm. Stuck here without any clear way out, much like you are.

You glared at the bird, looking away from the nth book about different dimensions, still finding dillidy squat. “Yes,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “I heard you the first time. But until I find answers, they can wait. They’ve waited this long, I can survive without them.”

The bird plopped itself onto the book, effectively preventing you from reading any further. “Exactly. They’ve waited for this long. They thought that there was no one out there for them. I know that you’re tired; tired of not getting answers. Tired of being treated as less than due to your situation. Tired of not knowing. But know this; there is someone who wants nothing more than to meet you. They don’t care that you don’t have magic. They don’t care that you’re from a different place. They just want to know you.”

That made you pause in your research, hands trembling. They were right. You are exhausted from everything. 

“Now now,” a second voice played in your head, the voice of a woman. But when you looked up you saw another crystal bird, the only thing differing it from yours was that it had more red and white bands. “No need to be nasty. Dear, come now. What is weighing so heavily on your mind?”

Unlike your bird, this newcomer was gentle, and didn’t prod you. They hopped forward, wiping a tear from your face. Since when had you started crying? But the few pebbles that were trying to hold together the dam came surging forward, and the new bird comforted you, wiping your tears away.

“Dear, you’ll be okay,” they said, handing you a tissue. “You don’t always have to be strong. There is no weakness in admitting that you need help. That not everything is okay. There is strength in that.”

The flood of emotions, of stress, of anxiety, of being overworked, of being everyone’s therapist calmed down from a raging torrent to a gentle trickle. Taking the tissue you blew your nose. “I don’t feel okay… I’m so,” you took in a choked breath, “tired.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, admitting to the truth. “I’m just so tired. I should be angry, but I’m just so tired.”

The bird put a wing on your face, holding it with care, with love. They had only just met you but have shown so much more kindness and empathy than anyone else during your stay. “Life has not been kind to you,” they said, rubbing grounding circles onto your palms, guiding your breathing. “You deserve to feel wanted. Deserve compassion. To be comforted when the dark clouds seem like they engulf all light. You deserve to be happy.”

“Why are you telling me all this,” you croaked, voice cracking. “I’ve ignored them-”

The pink bird shook their head, “No, you’ve been surviving, and adapting. But if you wish, if you are ready, you can find him.” They hopped back up to the open window, looking at you warmly. A soft breeze played with the ragged curtains, carrying the scent of honey, but also the smell of home. “Will you be alright?”

You rubbed at your nose, still feeling shaky but better. Not feeling like a water balloon about to burst. “I will be.”

The bird nodded, “Should you need anything do call. Your match calls me Rho.” They took flight, heading back to your match. And you could make out the faintest hints of glowing dandelion-yellow footsteps fading into the distance.

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Ruggie had not had much free time for himself, being busy with schoolwork, lessons from Leona, and his normal workload alongside odd jobs to make some extra cash to send home. But even with the hustle and bustle, he had noticed the footsteps. They were faint, sometimes wavering, but they were there. It means that they’re open to meeting him, but not quite sure. Still some doubt in their mind.

“What did you tell them?” He looked up from the dishes he was scrubbing, filling in a shift at the Mostro Lounge.

Rho popped out from his breast pocket, climbing up to his shoulder. “That they aren’t alone. That they will be okay.”

Ruggie felt like there was something heavy in his throat. They feel alone? They aren’t okay? “Rho,” his grip on the plate that he was scrubbing tightened, and he forced himself to release it before he caused cracks. “What did you do? Where are they?”

“Ruggie, they will be okay. I told them words that they needed to hear. Affirming words.” Rho’s voice took on a more stern tone, which made Ruggie back off, but he still worried. “What did we say about dwelling on things outside of our control?”

Ruggie took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and released, calming his mind. “That it’s like the smoke of a brush fire. That beyond the dark smoke, there is sky beyond it, and fresh air… this too will pass.”

Rho let out a guiding call, “Good-”

Ruggie quickly grabbed her and put Rho in his pocket, hearing the door from the kitchen open. He didn’t want someone to walk in and find him ‘talking to air’ and think he was slacking off. “How is everything goin’ on out there?” He got back to scrubbing dishes, covering up that he was previously not.

“Quiet,” you huffed, putting on an apron and coming to stand next to him. “Azul has been trying to butter me up into making a contract with him… again.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes, “But I reminded him of what happened last time and he left well enough alone.”

Ruggie relaxed, it was just you. “Heyya, Prefect. Long time no see? Decided you were too good for Savanaclaw, huh?” He teased, bumping his shoulder to yours.

You bumped him back. Ever since you had to crash at Savanaclaw, you had formed a friendship with the hyena-beastman. He didn’t hide behind a mask, he was authentic, and that put you at ease. “Pshh,” you swatted at him with a towel, “like you could really get rid of me that easily, gotta come over and bug Leona every now and then. Keep him humble.”

“Pftt,” Ruggie burst out laughing. “Yeah, ‘keep him humble’. Just as long as ya don’t mess with him too much, yeah? Remember, I usually do his work.” There was no bite, and he swatted you back. “These dishes won’t clean themselves, come one, before Azul finds us slackin’ off.”

You quirked a brow but got to work, you would rather do the dishes and make light conversation, or just enjoy the quiet, with Ruggie, than deal with rude customers or being roped into something. So you and Ruggie worked in relative silence, working on getting the large pile of dishes done. The only thing breaking the silence being the distinct whistle Ruggie did quietly.

“Just curious, but what kind of whistle is that?” You put down the large pan you were rinsing off, down to dry, turning to Ruggie.

Ruggie stopped, his left ear twitching. “Ah, it’s just something I picked up when I was younger.” But he could see the curiosity in your eyes, and he decided to humour you. “It’s a honeyguide call, a type of bird. We used to work with them back at home to collect honey.”

Why does it sound so familiar then? Where have I heard it before? “Could you show me how to do it?”

As Ruggie taught you how to make the call, the two of you failed to notice Rho slip out of his pocket, flying up to where your bird rested. “We should just tell them! Look! The footprints are right there! Are they that dense?!” They huffed.

Rho shook her head, “They will do so on their accord. For now, let them be. They’re happy.”

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…

The footsteps were glowing brightly now, a bright, warm, dandelion yellow. Cheerful, playful, and happy. But you hadn’t followed them yet, doubt still on your mind. Why did someone else get to pick my soul match? Shouldn’t I have a say in this? But every time those doubts came forward, the other pink bird, Rho she said her name was, would come for a visit.

“Good day, Prefect. How are you faring today?” She hopped over to your desk where you had a book about this world open, reading about beastmen and Sunset Savannah cultural practices.

You placed a bookmark on the page you were on, which discussed the caste system. “Doing better. But, Rho?” You held out a finger, and she hopped on. “I’m curious; what kind of bird are you?”

Rho cocked her head, “Ah, I thought you knew. My dear, I am a honeyguide.” She let out a call.

“A honeyguide…” You froze in your seat. It’s a honeyguide call. You knew you had heard that call before, your own messenger waking you up every morning with it. Did that mean… was Ruggie your soul match? The honeyguide. The feeling that everything would work out for the better when you were around Ruggie. He just felt… correct to you. Like home.

You rushed towards the front door, Rho and your own honeyguide clutching onto your uniform for dear life. “AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS YOU CHANGE YOUR HEART?!” Your honeyguide shrieked, falling off.

“Hush you!” Rho scolded, sending off your messenger to find Ruggie. “I take it you connected the dots then? You don’t need to rush, dear.” She said.

You didn’t slow down though, if anything you sped up. “My match is Ruggie, isn’t he?” It was stated like a question, but you knew that it was a statement. “I’ve kept him waiting! Kept him out!” You knew a bit about what Ruggie’s life was like before attending Night Raven College. That fate had seemed to mock him… and you also mocked him unknowingly.

Rho pulled on your ear, pulling you out of your spiral. “You weren’t ready, you cannot and should not blame yourself! You were making the best out of your situation!” This was the first time that Rho had sounded upset.

You stopped your frantic pace, halting in the middle of the hallway. Students passed by, some giving you weird looks, but they continued on their way. But someone stopped, and stepped aside, watching.

“I hurt him!” You shouted, but no one but you, and your match could hear when you spoke to your birds. “Hasn’t he been hurt enough?”

The footsteps were blinding now, he couldn’t be far away.

“Doesn’t he deserve to be happy? Don’t I deserve to be happy?! Why should some long ago king dictate how we should be happy?! We didn’t ask for this! Any of this!” You were heaving, the dam of emotions breaking again, tears rushing down your face in full force. “Rho,” you whispered, “I just want a place to call home. It doesn’t need to be the one I knew. It doesn’t need to be fancy, or elaborate. It doesn’t even need to be a place. He feels like home, where I can rest.”

But Rho wasn’t there anymore, your bird was now on your shoulder, trying to move you forward. “Well, you can’t do that if you just stay there! MOVE!”

You looked up and the footsteps were gone, in front of you was Ruggie with Rho on his shoulder. You hiccupped, be it from crying, the emotions, or the shock that he was right there, within reach. “Did you hear all of that?”

Ruggie nodded, “Yeah, yeah I did.”

Rho and your messenger took flight, performing the soul match dance before Rho landed on your shoulder, and your bird landed on Ruggie’s. And they sang the honeyguide call, indicating that there was something sweet ahead.

“Come on,” he took you to an empty classroom, away from prying eyes. “Here, breathe with me. In; one, two, three.” You breathed in as he instructed. “Hold; one, two, three.” You held. “And out; one, two, three.” And you breathed out. “Better?” He caressed the knuckles of your hand gently.

You nodded. “Ruggie, I’m sor-”

He stopped you, smiling. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. What matters most is that we found each other… That we chose each other.”

Fin

Author's Note; I literally cried writing this (I was emotional at the time). Ruggie's story has been in my brain since I put his name on the list for this AU. It has haunted me for weeks. Have had the honeyguide song stuck in my head for years ever since I first heard it on Wild Kratts of all things. My favourite one I've written as of yet; up there with Jade's.

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Temptation

Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader

Summary : Thranduil, ever the stoic ellon, finds himself tempted by his baser urges when he catches the way you eat flavoured shaved ice. 

Themes : Slow burn | Smut

Warnings : Kissing | Food play | Penetrative sex | Dirty talk / Degradation | Love bites | Rough sex | Hand pinning 

Word count : 2.3 k words

Minors DNI | 18+

This is the second part of three seperate fics, each with a different theme and a different character. The third, featuring Aemond, and titled Adoration, will be up tomorrow, same time.

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Thranduil watched you.

He should have been focusing on his book instead, but he felt impelled to watch you.

You, on the other hand, were perched next to him on the sofa, enjoying a goblet of shaved ice. It was cold to the touch, its contents smothered in spiced plum syrup. It was a treat you allowed yourself even on cold nights, and it was a little ritual for the two of you. Thranduil would read, and you, you would indulge yourself in sweet decadence.

So content were you with eating that you failed to notice what the ellon next to you was doing. While you ate, Thranduil would leaf through his book, visions of licking the syrup from your skin haunting his every thought. He shook his head, determined to control himself. Such passions were the province of the young, and he, a much older elf, was determined to have better control of his baser urges. And he thought he did, until he caught you licking sticky red syrup off the pads of your fingers.

Oh, how he longed to lick those fingers, to run his tongue over your skin. Thranduil swallowed, forced his attention back to his book. He leafed through another page, his skin flushing when he heard you go, “Mmm, so good.”

He groaned softly while he watched you pour more syrup into the goblet, while you licked up syrup stuck to your fingers. His control slowly crumbled to dust as he felt blood rush to his loins. Thranduil forced himself to read his book once more, all while his need to sate the lust coursed through him like red hot fire.

It was absolute bliss you thought, as you savoured another morsel. When you savoured another mouthful, you heard a soft whimper. You turned to Thranduil and studied him. Why did he look flushed, his eyes so heavy and dark? “Meleth?”

Thranduil coughed and turned another page, making a great show of him reading. He tried hard not to look, to not make it so obvious he wanted you. He took a deep breath and muttered an oath when the scent of syrup tortured him, urging him to do indulge in a decadence of his own. And since he didn’t answer, you leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder. “Meleth? Is everything alright?”

Thranduil swallowed and made himself look at you, saying. “I--.” His gaze automatically drifted your hands, disappointment washing over him as they were clean and no longer had syrup all over them. “I’m fine, petal. Truly.”

“Are you sure?” you hummed when his eyes flicked to yours. There was something strong there, something dark and hungry and needy. And why did he look at your hands like that, like he wanted to eat them up? It thrilled you still, to see wanton need flash in his eyes.

Thranduil coughed again, determined to win against the vicious sexual tug pulling at him. “Yes, petal.” He leafed through another page, all too aware of your gaze on him. “I’m sure.”

You studied him, sure there was more than just reading on his mind. “Alright.”

Thranduil’s eyes may have been on his book, but his ears were tuned into the sounds coming from you and around you. He heard a stopper being pulled, syrup being poured, ice crunching between your teeth.

More shaved ice washed down your throat, the syrup sweet as it lingered on your tongue. Thranduil swallowed as he watched you again, his primal need slowly starting to win out against all else. When he caught you licking your thumb Thranduil finally yielded, his need to have you under him with his tongue running all over your skin proving too much for him in the end. He muttered “fuck it,” under his breath, snapped his book shut and tossed it onto the table.

The loud thud made you look up. “Meleth?”

Thranduil scooted over, took the goblet out of your hands. “Do you,” greedy eyes drifted to your fingers, stained again with plum syrup. “Do you need help with cleaning that?”

“What?” You look at your fingers, at his darkened eyes. Your throat went dry when Thranduil ran his tongue over his lips. Heat spread in your core. “Yes,” your hands trembled as the warmth in his pressed against yours. “Yes, please.”

When he dipped his head, tenderly pressed his lips against your index finger, you take in a sharp breath. A gasp rose from the back of your throat when his lips slid lower, past the first digit, pulling back with a soft pop before moving onto another. Your breath grew choppy when he moved from one finger to another, first with his lips, then with his tongue, dragging out sharp gasps when his ran his tongue over your palm. “Th-thranduil,” you panted, your pussy growing slick with each passing second. “Wh-what are you doing?”

Thranduil growled, pushed you onto your back. “I – I was hoping-” he mumbled, one hand picking up the bottle of syrup, the other hooking into your collar. “-I was hoping you’d let me indulge in a prurient fantasy of mine.”

Your eyes darted to the bottle, to him. A knowing smile spread across your lips, bringing about a near similar one across his. “Yes. My answer is yes.”

There was a sharp rip, of your dress being torn down the center. A large hand gliding over your torso jolted you, as did the cool syrup that was poured over your skin. Thranduil dipped his head, his mouth so hot against your cool skin. The air around you seemed to still as he licked and tugged and sucked his way over your flesh, first your navel, then your ribcage, then the soft swell of your breasts. He lingered here, tasting you like you were a delicious morsel, his lips tugging on your rigid buds, his teeth grazing, fingers skillfully tweaking, ripping his name from your lips.

His name. Oh how Thranduil loved it, hearing his name roll of your lips. He’d back away, sprinkle more syrup over your skin, dipping his head, his eyes occasionally snapping up to yours. When his tongue flicked over a nipple, you moan, “I love what you’re doing with your tongue, meleth.”

Thranduil groaned against your skin, need gathering in his belly when you slid your legs and rested them against his thighs. “It is a start petal,” he breathed as he moved up, capturing your lips with his. “But there will be more.”

You tasted him, the syrup, the spices, and the warm, sinful taste that was him, purring as his teeth nipped your bottom lip. “Your body feels hot and sticky already,” Thranduil crooned as he ground his hips against the insides of yours thighs. As one hand cradled your neck, keeping you steady, the other snaked over your waist, tracing its way over your legs before sneaking under your skirts. A smooth palm gliding over the insides of your thigh made you tremble, fingers pressing against cotton made you gasp. “Wet for me already?” Thranduil tsked as he continued to stroke your pussy. “My my, petal, you’re so weak.”

“Y-yes,” your back kept arching every time he pressed his fingers over your entrance, his thumb rubbing against your already throbbing clit. “S-so w-weak.”

“Pathetic, petal,” Having you neatly under his thumb now in every sense of the word, Thranduil smirked as he continued to watch you squirm beneath him. “I wonder how long it would take before I have you moaning my name again.”

It didn’t take long before his name rolled over your lips in a half-whisper, half-moan. When he pushed your panties to a side and ran a finger over exposed flesh, he chuckled as you whimpered. “Not long, I see. But keep mewling for me, petal,” His voice was barely over a whisper. “It’s like music to my ears.”

You couldn’t think, barely even speak. All you could do was feel. Your breath grew labored, your mind fuzzing up with each shudder that shot up your back. You felt a finger slide into your slick heat, making you arch into him every time it hit that sweet spot, making you see stars and moan even more.

Seeing your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth parted in half-moans made him want darker, more sinful things.  “Touch yourself, petal,” He rasped as you continued to writhe beneath him. “Go on. Play with yourself while I watch.”

He bit his lip and groaned when you caressed your breasts, first one, then the other. It was pure instinct driving you to play with yourself, softly, gently, cupping your breasts, playing with your nipples. A large hand rested over yours and squeezed, made you whine. “Th-thranduil,” you whimpered when fingers stretched your walls, when a large hand put more pressure over your own, sending tiny jolts of pain along with waves of pleasure all over you. “T-too m-much. P-please…”

“Too much?” Thranduil chuckled and squeezed again, making you bow your back and buck into his hand. “Petal, I’ve just gotten started.”

The next time your body trembled, your walls clenched around his curled fingers, made him moan in sync with you. Thranduil pulled back his fingers and pushed in again, fucking you slowly, taking you to the brink with each thrust. Despite his skills, you were left unsatisfied with his fingers. “It’s n-not enough,” you plead.

He let go of your hand, propped himself up and dipped his head a little lower, his ash-blonde hair rubbing against your cheeks. “What’s not enough?”

“Your f-fingers,” your back arched as your pussy clenched around his fingers again. “N-not enough.”

“Pitiful, my petal,” he crooned. “I was hoping you’d hold out a little longer.”

You purred shamelessly. “I- I can’t.”

Thranduil groaned in ecstasy. He had been dreaming of his cock plunging into your cunt for quite some time now. “Well, in that case, petal,” he knelt up and pulled out of you, making you whimper from the loss of contact. You forced your eyes to open, find him undoing the clasp of his belt. “Hips,” he rasped, as he tossed the belt to the table. “Lift them.”

Your underwear was pulled over your thighs, your legs, achingly slow, before being tossed to the ground. Thranduil dipped his head, latching onto the hollow of your throat. It felt intoxicating, feeling his teeth graze over exposed flesh, leaving patches of purple and red to bloom in their wake. “M-more,” you plead.

A breathy chuckle was all you heard when that dark and sinful mouth marked its way down the cleft between your breasts before turning its attention to a nipple. More jolts of pleasure washed over you, made you tremble beneath him as his mouth plundered its way all over your body, gliding over your ribcage, your belly, before skimming its way back up again, colliding with your lips with a deep and hungry kiss.

You couldn’t wait. Not anymore. When his tongue licked past your lips you snuck your hands to his breeches, pulling it down past his hips, freeing his cock. “No, petal.” Thranduil grabbed onto your hands, pinned them down over your head. “Not yet.”

You whine, “please.”

In the mood to tease, Thranduil rubbed the tip of his cock against your sopping wet clit. “Not yet, petal,” he moaned.

It felt like you were being taken to the brink again. Your body trembled and trembled every time his cock rubbed against your pussy. “P-please,” you beg, and more desperately this time. “Pl-please th-Thranduil.”

Thranduil moaned long and deep when your legs hooked around his waist. “Please,” you almost sobbed.

Feeling your slick heat finally undid him. Overcome by the savage need to take, Thranduil sunk his cock into your aching cunt, his own body trembling in relief as your walls clenched around him. He kept your wrists pinned down with one hand while the other snaked its way over your quivering muscles before resting against your hip, lifting it, letting him plunge as deep as he could with each thrust.

“Is that what you wanted, petal, hmm?” Thranduil hissed as shallow thrusts grew deep and rough. “My cock inside your cunt?”

“Y-yes,” With your wrists were pinned against the cushion you felt caged in, unable to move, but all you could was arch your back every time his hips pushed in and slammed against you. “Th-this is ex-actly what I wanted.”

“Good, petal,” he half-crooned, half-moaned, as his body settled into a rhythm that drew the most lewd noises out of you. Feeling his hips grind against the insides of your thighs, seeing you bucking beneath him, your lips parted, your eyes squeezed shut, intoxicated him. He railed you, holding you steady at the hip, never ceasing, not even when he felt your cunt clench around his cock. “Cum for me,” Thranduil muttered as muscles in his own belly started to coil. “Cum for you king.”

The sofa kept creaking as he rocked back and forth, plunging his cock as deep as he could before pulling out again, leaving you empty and aching to be filled. Your heels scrabbled for purchase against his back and your own arched again, his name rolling over your lips again and again. You felt lightheaded, your body drawing taut like a bow-string. Thranduil plundered your lips with his, drowning out your moans, whimpering when your heels dug into his back, pushing him even deeper. It felt like a spring that had been released and waves ripped through you, making you forget everything, save for the man heaving over you, taking you to the edge of the cliff and over it. You could feel it, your walls tightening around his cock, your mouth parting in one final cry as your body shook violently. Thranduil didn’t last even a bare second, his own orgasm washing over him, deep grunts peppering the air as he came inside you, his cock spilling every drop of his seed until he was utterly spent.

After savouring his sated bliss for a moment, Thranduil dipped his head again, this time licking up tiny beads of sweat that had formed along your body. “Delicious,” he panted feverishly. He brought his body to rest of atop yours, his hands brushing back your hair, his lips brushing over your brow as you trembled beneath him. When you finally managed to open your eyes, a lazy smile tugging at your lips, you look around and mumble: “We made a bit of a mess, didn’t we?”

He chuckled in agreement, shifting his weight and you until he had you on top of him. “Yes, we did, petal. And I wouldn’t mind making more of a mess again.”

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #thranduil smut #the hobbit #thranduil imagine #one shots #writeblr #fan fiction #lotr smut

[purestxblood]

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

(𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙛!𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

You could’t remember a time where you didn’t love Miles...you’d just wish he’d open up his heart and see it.

Adult!Spider. Adult!Reader. Nicknamed!Reader. Fluff ☁ . 3.2 k words.

Your eyes rested at a close while your body nestled perfectly in the patch of flowers. Petals were dancing across your abdomen, while your palms were open, stems tickling their ways as they interlaced your fingers, creating floral jewelry around your hands and up your arms. 

Tranquility. Bliss. Solace. Home.

Upon your back, succumbed to the florals and scents of bloom inhibiting your nose, were one of the only times where you truly felt at peace and connected to the lingering hope and feeling of home– a time where you weren’t just orphaned but connected to the mother who bore you in her womb. In the brush, patches of flowers, you were being held by the mother you wish you knew.

You had heard stories of your mother – a scientist– obsessed with nature and plants, primarily floral forms throughout Pandora. It was no surprise that the second you could walk, you were throwing yourself into fields of luminous bloom, connecting yourself to the flowers lingering about the forest. 

“Every flower has a story– a life about the bloom, emotions and stories they carry. You’ll protect them my Flora, when I can no longer, and in the end they’ll protect you.” 

When your mother had died, far too young for you to understand, you hadn’t shed one tear. You watched as her body dissolved into poppy, luminous gold twinkling in farewell until in time she’d return in full bloom. 

You were connected at the touch of a stem, inhale of nectar, and stroke of a petal. Her adoration towards nature had resided in you and among the posy you found yourself. It was as if each stem caressed your skin while the tips of their petals would lull you away in song, nurturing you as they sang you to tranquil.  

In between harmonic bloom, you could hear faint snaps of bare feet squishing among the brush. 

He’s coming, the petals would whisper to your ear, he’s near.

Without a hint, you knew he was standing before you. There was a scent lingering upon your nose, a mixture of his natural musk twine from his forest runs. You were in a meadow higher than normal– hiding underneath whimsical flowers that entrapped you within their luminous bloom. He would’ve had to track you in order to find you, which you knew he had done so, savoring you for last as you had heard bursts of laughter from the Sully kids echoing about. 

You stilled, waiting for him to uncover you yet what felt like minutes passed, your eyes snapped open one at a time. Your eyes peered between gappings of flowers, yet all you could see were blue skies in between greens of tree canopy. Pressing your palms among the ground, you slowly lifted yourself up, petals upon petals showering you to pool around your waist. 

The ambiance of the forest were the only tunes soothing your ear drums, the sound of laughter being a mere memory. Your waist twisted side to side as you surveyed the area, your eyes squinting as you grazed over every crevice.

“Got ya!”

The sound of Spider’s voice, vibrated against your ear as he pressed his mouth to your skin while his hands grasped you by your sides, pulling you back to lay down. A soft squeal of surprise had squirried through your lips as you moved. 

In a swift union, he had dragged your body with his, lifting you up and over until you were straddling his frame. His arms enveloped your lower half while your hands perched around his head, brow arching. “Who’s got who, hm?” 

Spider’s head quirked to the side as he peered up at you. His fingers twitched around your hips, the pads of his fingers tracing the bareness of exposed skin underneath your top. An ample sense of delightful longing bubbled in your stomach. Your palms fisted the brush as you held yourself upward, your eyes fixated upon Spider’s dark gaze. 

The masks upon your face were a blessing and a curse, and in this moment you didn’t know which one you hated more: the fact that the oxygen and glass kept you from brushing your face to his or prevented you from giving into the desire of filling his lips on yours. You didn’t know whether it was a good thing or not… you didn’t know how he’d react or if he even felt it too.

You pushed the thought of longing to the back of your mind, focusing upon the main task at hand. You were determined to hold your weight but by the way Spider’s fingers caressed your sides, the more your body gave way to relishing in the sensations of his touch. He knew exactly what feelings he was evoking, he just had to. The bulge nudging your inner thigh as you straddled him solidified it.

The beat of your heart intensified and your eyes closed – and for what felt like minutes of serendipity, had only been short lived. Just as he sensed your body give in to his, Spider devoured your break of vulnerability to deter your body to pin you underneath him. 

Your eyes snapped open to meet Spider’s grin of pride, “I do!”

Spider broke into a fit of laughter and you huffed, shoving him backwards and off of you. 

“I had to, you cheated,” he stated as he scooted himself to sit towards the end of the meadow. “I did not cheat,” you swallowed, fixing your clothes to cover your skin properly. You crossed your legs as you sat next to him, noticing how flowers had been smashed in the process of your downfall. 

You frowned, wrapping your fingers around the petals, smoothing them out and fixing their stems. Spider watched you intently as you took each flower and brought it back to life. You could feel him fixated upon you until he too began soothing the flowers underneath his legs. 

You both sat in silence until you could hear the Sully’s nearing close. You glanced upward, watching as Kiri leaped from a branch and fell into a pool of water, laughter erupting as she broke air. 

Spider’s attention drifted between you and Kiri, a smile toying upon his dimples. 

“Flora.”

Your name upon his mouth made you hum. You looked to him in question, watching as his brown eyes roamed from the top of your hair to your bare toes then back up to meet your face. “You’re a girl,” he said to which you rolled your eyes, “glad you have taken notice, it’s only been how many years?” Spider shook his head and dismissed your sarcasm with his hand, “no,” he scrunched his mouth, “that’s not what I meant.”

Your brows lifted in curiosity, urging him with your eyes to continue expanding upon his obvious observation. Spider was silent. His shoulders slouched as he picked a spring flower you had just rejuvenated, his fingers toying with the petals as his face scrunched together at his nose in bewilderment. You could see the inner workings of his thoughts jumbling about as he stared aimlessly while wrapping the stem around his index finger. 

“How do you know when you love someone?”

His question caused your own brows to furrow and you tilted your head, “Sorry?” you hummed, urging him with your eyes to continue.

Spider persisted, shrugging his shoulders as he tossed the flower. Your hand reached out, catching it in your palm, before delicately returning it to his patch. You frowned at his carelessness to which he sheepishly smiled apologetically. 

How do you know when you love someone?

The answer was too broad. There were various attributes towards knowing your feelings of friendship had grown dire throughout the years. Considering Spider had them in question, only solidified that you had been quite secretive as you hoped. 

“I think it depends on the person,” you stated, “like there’s different types of love so to say.” 

You only had one crush in your lifetime (it’s not like you had many options to choose from) but you were certain that regardless, if there had been many your age throughout the years that your eyes and heart would still be set on Spider. 

Granted, there was one time you found your heart accelerating when a Na’vi boy asked you to dance at a night dance when you were sixteen. With him, you would say it’s more so the puppy type love you read about in the romance books lingering about the library. Still, your feelings for the Avatar had been short lived when moments after he kissed you, he had been smug, stating to the rest of his friends in the tribe he could woo a sky person. 

You absolutely hated that. Hated that your first kiss had been lost to someone you mistook for love. He used you for his own demise and you hated that; and so did Spider upon finding you crying just after. He took your first heartbreak into his hands by punching the Avatar straight in the nose. Spider had lost that fight but still, the way your heart rapidly pounded against your chest, you knew that the crush – the puppy love – you felt towards the Na’vi boy had been silly. 

The way your heart felt kissing the Na’vi was nothing compared to the way it felt when Spider comforted you in his chest and hit the Na’vi for playing you like a piece of chess.

Then there were the Sully’s. 

Like Spider, the family had taken you as one, providing you with the love of family that you hadn’t endured since you were carried in your mother’s womb. You didn’t have the love of a mother but you felt the idealistic love of a father and siblings and though Neteyam was near your range of age, you didn’t feel the same type of love you felt towards Spider. 

There were varied types of love you were certain.

“We love our family,” you began, “that’s obviously nothing compared to the love we feel towards others…like…remember when I had my first kiss?”

Spider’s lips churned into a frown and he kicked out his leg, “do I want to?”

You shoved him at the shoulder and chuckled low. “Well, with him, when he kissed me my chest felt tight, I was nervous and felt like I had tiny bugs tickling my toes,” you thought back to the memory, “but it was nice and my heart beat really fast, it’s like that cute young puppy love, you know, it was once there when you’re young but–”

“But what?!” he jerked, his voice breaking you midway.

“That feeling was nothing compared to…” you paused in consideration, breaking your attention from Spider to look down at the falls of water. You were playing the words in your head, forming sentences and depending whether or not to voice them aloud. You always kept them to yourself, spilling your secrets to the flowers instead. It felt different trying to piece them together to say aloud to the one person they were truly about.

“It’s nice when we’re young,” you continue, “we…well, at least I, stars know you’ve never picked up a book,” you slightly tease while Spider rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance. You lightly giggle before going on, “in the books I read when I was young, there’s always a prince whisking the girl away to a castle, they’re stories with happy endings, simplicity… It's simple when we’re young because at the time we don’t think about future ends… we think about the picnics, the dances, how you want the other to see you, the first kisses where you feel like you have thousands of butterflies fluttering in your belly… It's puppy love.”

“But real, true real love, you start to think of the realities… you think of the person you want to grow with,” you toyed with the stem of a flower, lifting it to Spider with a smile on your lips, “of who you want beside you when it rains and your petals can’t hold upward, the person who will do whatever they can to help shield you and bring out the sun so you can continue to grow as one until you make a meadow of your own.”

Spider let out a breathy chuckle, “you and your flowers…I like that though.”

“Have you?” he began then shook his head as if the thought was stupid. 

Your heart stammered, “have I what?” 

Spider pursed his lips then met your eyes, “felt that kind of love?”

No. The word yelled in your head, liar, the flowers roared. This was your moment to reveal the truth, even if it meant altering your friendship but, what if something more were to blossom? It was worth a shot.

“Yes,” you admitted hesitantly. 

With who?

You wanted him to ask you. You wanted him to continue to pry this feeling of love and who you felt it towards. As stars twinkling nights away, you longed to find the courage to reveal the way he made your insides warm. This, this was your breakaway.

“I think,” his brows furrowed as he focused once more upon the Sully’s and Kiri splashing around the streams, “I think, that’s how I feel about Kiri,” he admitted.

Those eight words made the blood in your veins grow cold. The corners of your lips twitched and your smile drew to a thin mold. 

Spider continued to speak, however, you couldn’t process anything spewing from his confession. 

That’s how I feel about Kiri.

It felt as if you were watching endless grazes of flowered meadows burn to a tortuous crisp and no matter how hard you tried to revive the stems and bring them back to life, with each attempt the new growth wilted and burned in your palms. 

Spider’s hand touched your thigh, “Flora?”

You looked to his hand upon your leg and then to his concerned face. Your face narrowed into annoyed anger and you shook your head.

“You’re so dense,” you huffed, lightly placing your palm to his forehead and giving him a shove. Sliding from the branch, you left Spider by his lonesome. “Wait,” he called. You ignored his demands to stop, his eagerness to get you to listen, only making the pride in your stride greater, sliding through the brush until you were back in the trailer.

Tossing your mask off, you squeezed your way through, quickening your steps into your room. Your fingers went to grip the lock, however, just before you could slide it into place, Spider pushed it open and peeped through the crack, shutting it before him. His eyes were molded to yours as if he were waiting for you to either speak up and yell or throw him out of your room; while you were waiting for him to continue with his reason behind begging you to just stop and listen to what he meant by his words.

The latter occurred, neither of you speaking what the other silently willed and instead, you tossed your arms up in defeat with a groan. “I don’t have time for this,” you mumbled, turning your back towards him to search for a book in your mini library shelf. You didn’t know exactly what book you were looking for. You had already read through the book of classics and floral encyclopedia’s your mother left behind for you so really, you didn’t not have the time for Spider.

You did have the time, you just feigned needing alone time with a book in your hands – it was the only way he normally would give you space.

Your room was awfully quiet, just enough to hear the mixture between your unsteady and Spider’s heavy breathing. No matter how hard he tried to be sneaky, he could never prowl up to you. You were always aware – intuitive – upon Spider’s presence.

It wasn’t a surprise that you could feel him creeping up behind your back as your eyes burned into the spine of books while your index finger sauntered over the titles as you pretended to search for any book for the matter. 

You were doing a great job at ignoring him, pretending to be distracted by your books as if he weren’t even there. However, it was his hands that made your heart plummet to the bottom of your stomach. 

Spider’s left hand hesitantly met your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it while his right hand fell upon the side of your left hip. “Flora,” he said, his mouth humming into the back of your ear, “what’s wrong?”

Electricity shot up your spine from his mere touch, your eyes closing while your body slightly gave way to the crave of close proximity between your bodies. It was almost pure torture being towards his innocent embrace and though you knew it wasn’t nothing more than an innocent coaxing of fervor, you couldn’t help yourself but dive right in.

His simple brush was enough to get you to drop your dome walled exterior. Spider gave your body a little tug and you allowed him to turn you around so you were face to face. When your eyes connected, Spider’s right side of his mouth lifted, giving a willing closed mouth smile.

Faintly, you admitted, “you.”

Spider was taken back by your stoic expression. 

You – Him – Spider was what’s wrong. 

“I didn’t do anything,” he disagreed, “you ran off.”

You shook your head, “exactly because you don’t get it,” you waved your arms. “What is there to get Flora when you wont tell me,” his voice heightened, his own annoyance slightly beginning to make way. His tone made you roll your eyes in which he scoffed in response. 

“I’m right here, Miles…” your arms plopped in defeat, resting at your sides, “I’ve always been right here.”

His name… His human name tasted like honey and the sound of it upon the tip of your tongue was like a melodic symphony to his ear. His face coated with confusion, his bushy brows furrowing together while the tip of his nose pointed upward in union to his pondering eyes. 

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat and took a step closer to him. If words weren’t enough to bore into his thick skull, then you’d just have to show him and hope to the stars that he’d understand.

With shaky fingers, you pressed them to the side of each cheek, holding his face in place. His eyes twitched as he followed your movements. Part of you felt uncertain of your hold, however, Mile’s placed his own upon your hips and his hold upon your frame supported you with courage. 

Your eyes pierced his brown ones as you delicately took in his features, the way his brows curved in curiosity, his darkened gaze of languish, and his unsteady breathing. It was when you noticed his tongue poke out to lick both of his lips that you leaned in, noses brushing across the tips, and pressed your lips lightly to his.

His lips were salty and rough at the bottom, however, as his pressed lightly to yours, it was as if you were ignited. 

All within the one kiss, one peck of yearning. 

“I’ve always been right here,” you whispered into his mouth.

Thank you all so much for your never ending support with all my Avatar one-shots. I absolutely love reading your thoughts and comments, and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hope I did this one justice and that it was worth the wait for you. If you enjoyed this and want to read other drabbles and one-shots you can check out my, 𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. 

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#Spider x Reader #Miles Socorro x Reader #Spider Miles Socorro x Reader #Spider x f!reader #Avatar #Avatar: The Way of Water #atwow

[call-sign-shark]

𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓀’𝓈 𝒳𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 14th December

“Amidst the bombs and maimed bodies flourished their love. She appeared one night, wandering in the dark and desolate streets of a little French town destroyed by the fire of war. Haunting and mysterious, she had taken the young soldier’s breath away. Plagued by nightmares and fear, Tommy rather spent all the following nights waiting to see her, her sweet face lulling his demons even if their eyes only met for a few seconds. Soon she became his only moment of peace and genuine happiness… So when war was over and he left, he took Miss K’s heart along with him. “Damn them for what they did to you in France” Aunt Polly said, unaware that his nephew’s joy faded away because if he had stolen K’s heart, his was still in France, hidden in the locket he gifted her.” For @runnning-outof-time, based on her love for young!Tommy.

To celebrate Christmas I’ve been using my free time lately to create 23 gifts that are already programmed, most of them for my beloved Peaky blinders mutuals. I’ll post one gift per day until Christmas, so stay tuned in because yours are coming. You just don’t know when!🎄 two posts today since I’ve missed yesterday.

#Peaky blinders #Tommy Shelby #Sharksmas #Cillian Murphy #Tommy Shelby x reader

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Creator Self-Promotion

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics you posted. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

"But K, I don't write but I still create can I still play?"

Post your last 10 pieces and give us a play by play. What was the inspiration? Any fun facts you can share with us?

Anyway let's get on with it

1. Fishing for Compliments - Merman!Crosshair x F!Reader

A sigh passed the young woman’s lips as the sun began to disappear beneath the waves. The waves rocked her quaint vessel as if it were a mother soothing her child. Her meal as well as a plate of identical food remained untouched as she kept her gaze to the depths. Every ripple of its surface a reminder of the mounting minutes that her company kept her waiting.

2. Drop Me a Line - Wrecker x F!Reader

The young woman stifled a yawn as she continued to work the mass of dough to her standards to be plopped into pans to bake. She continued working the dough sparing glances to the chrono on the wall as the sky outside began to lighten with the sunrise. Her pulse spiked when the chrono was checked again. She abandoned the lump of dough as she snatched up a pastry box. The bell chiming as the door opened and closed.

3. Budding Romance - Rex x F!Reader

“And you’re sure you’ll have them there.”

“A bit of faith would be nice, Anakin.”

4. Skin in the Game - Wrecker x OC (Rina) (18+ Please view responsibly)

Wrecker was on the hunt. Thankfully the Marauder held only a few spaces to hide away as he searched the ship. His target tucked away by the sensors. Vibroblade twirling between his fingers while his idle gaze stared at the screen. The demolitions expert took a breath, hoping to find answers.

5. Hair Support - Tup x Reader

The days of the Clone Wars tended to drag on in between assignments. Thankfully, the Republic saw it fit to dispatch your research team with a clone legion escort to ensure the lush jungle planet would not eat you and your colleagues alive. It was in the sweltering heat of the afternoon that one of your study binges was interrupted. You shook your head knowing who dared tread into your tent.

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Hi!!! I was the one who requested the jealous Ezra x reader fic!

My request was Ezra being jealous around the best friend that is a boy (IDK if that was the original prompt but here it is!)

Thank you so much!

Thank YOU so much - especially for requesting again, I am so sorry that it got deleted-

I think it had something to do with being jealous and protective but I’ll just merge the two.

I hope you enjoy!

“Best friend or not.”

Ezra Bridger x Fem!Reader [romantic]

Summary ; In which Ezra is denying his jealousy, and gets protective of you after a mission.

Requested? ; Yes

Warnings ; A bit of canonical type violence, reader’s best friend is a bit of an asshole, and mentions and of assimilation and depictions of losing important items of cultures.

Word Count ; 3.8 k

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Ezra Bridger is never really one to be jealous.

Sure, he had bouts of it when he first met Sabine. Mainly vying for her attention instead of it being on others out of pure admiration, mistaking it for a crush. And sure, you were jealous of it back then too. But that was before you realized that Sabine was cool, and before he realized that all he wanted was a friend.

Never really had that before he met you and her.

And that, was almost a few years ago.

No, Ezra Bridger was never one to be jealous.

Not in the slightest.

Not at all.

No, he wasn’t drawn to it like a moth is to a flame. He didn’t feel a slow burning pit in the depths of his gut, the simmer of fire licking up the back of his neck. He didn’t feel annoyance ticking in the back of his head with a timer constantly going off and resetting when the feeling settles down. He didn’t roll his eyes every time Linel Rhayme, a pantoran rebel fighter known as the new Pheonix-3, and you were in the same room together. No.

He wasn’t jealous.

I mean, how could he be? You can have other friends. You HAVE had other friends. HE’S had other friends. He can’t be jealous, it’s not possible.

It’s a horrible emotion that Jedi shouldn’t have.

He wasn’t jealous.

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“Ezra! Focus.”, his master sternly said in a low voice, a hand clamping down onto his shoulder with a pressure he knows only as Kanan. Kanan leaned down a bit to make sure Ezra was listening. “Specter-7 will be fine. Now pay attention to this meeting, we have another mission we have to focus on.”

Ezra’s eyes darted away from you loading up Phantom II with supply crates in the distance. Your laugh rang out and echoed softly against the stone walls of the rebel base on Yavin IV, blending into the ambient bustle of noise around the area like a raindrop to a puddle.

Serene and unbothered, unlike the surface tension of the water.

Your pantoran friend laughed along with you, a voice that Ezra immediately tuned out with a quiet huff of breath. His… dislike (not jealousy!) of said rebel allowed him to be drawn back into the meeting at hand, focus no longer split up between two parts of the base.

Linel was assigned another mission along with you and you alone. Something that had to deal with intel and grabbing specific packages of important items that belonged to a few of the cultures being forcefully assimilated into imperial culture.

You, before having joined the Ghost crew at your young age, had been training on your planet to be a cultural anthropologist. You knew a lot of bits and pieces and important information about thousands of different groups along the outer rim, and being in the rebellion helped you hone that ability for even the smallest and most important tasks a rebel could have.

Bringing hope to people that they would stay, and not be completely wiped away from existence due to the Empire.

“Items hold a lot of importance, Ez.” You once told him. “It’s physical evidence of people, and creatures, and even planets alike that they exist. The empire wants to take that away from us too. I think everyone here knows that, to some degree.”

You were definitely an integral part of that mission. And Ezra couldn’t knock that. You would be able to differentiate what came from where, and help other rebels send it back to the places that those items came from.

His problem lies with Linel.

Kind of.

And the fact that you had to get close to Dathomir, where those witch-spirit-things were. And remnants of Night Sisters and who knows what else around the place.

He wished you didn’t need to go.

He wished that his mission with the rest of the ghost crew wasn’t on the opposite end of the Outer Rim.

He wished someone else was going with you, not Linel—

No, no, no.

Stop.

That’s jealousy talking, you aren’t like that Ezra.

He sighed through his nose, thoughts clearing up the more he paid attention to Hera’s instructions on their mission. Infiltrating another important supply run of ammunition that the Empire was sending off to one of the other planets they took.

It was just as important as your mission.

He needed to focus on that.

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The ride back to their temporary home on Yavin IV couldn’t go any slower than it did. The amount of alternate hyperspace routes the Ghost Crew had to take due to an increase of imperial vigilance was both annoying and astounding all on its own.

They - especially Ezra - could only hope that you were alright. You were a great flier, a great fighter even, trained underneath both Hera and Sabine themselves. They all know you can handle the heat when things get tough.

Their questions lie within the realms of of Linel could take it.

Hopefully he should, being a Pheonix-3 fighter who has flown under Hera’s command herself before. She has no doubt that he can handle a flying situation when he’s at the helm.

Of a one-manned ship, that is.

The crew could only hope that nothing went wrong, and things went as smoothly as they usually would go. (Not that smoothly, knowing their luck, but at least smooth enough to make sure you weren’t physically hurt.)

The moment the Ghost docked down on Yavin IV, Ezra quickly got off the ramp once it touched the ground. He jogged over to Aleksandr Kallus once he saw him, and slowed to a stop once he was close enough.

“Hey, Kallus—“, Ezra greeted, a little bit breathless on his rush to get over to him. “—any sign of Spectre-7 and Pheonix-3 yet?”

“Not yet, Bridger,” Kallus told him, earning a frown from Ezra. And a furrowed brow. Odd. But not out of character. “Don’t worry, Spectre-6, they just hit a small snag coming home.”

“Needed to take another hyperspace route, I’m guessing?”

“Not… exactly.”, Kallus sighed, partly out of annoyance. He had a task he had to get to; Ezra was taking up some of his time doing it. “Look, we’ll know properly when they come back. Their comms were a little garbled but I’m sure it’s fine, now, if you excuse me.”

He stepped around Ezra, going off into some other part of the base of his task. Ezra groaned quietly, shaking his head while walking back to the Ghost.

“What’d Kallus say about her?”, Sabine asked him, pushing a crate of unopened ammunitions his way.

Ezra took the floating crate, and moved it to join the pile of other crates in front of them. “Said she hit a snag coming home. They aren’t exactly sure what’s going on, either. Comms weren’t all that clear, apparently.”

“That’s… concerning”, Sabine said. A worried furrow crinkled the skin in between her brows when she took off her mandolorian helmet. She set it against her side with her arm slung over it. “I mean, I’m sure she’s fine and all, but he said nothing else?”

“Not a thing.”, Ezra crossed his arms in front of him, his hands lightly digging into the orange material of his jacket. It wasn’t much of a worried furrow that made his brow angle downwards as much as annoyance. Disdain, almost.

Kallus was still a little iffy on the trusting end for the both of them.

Sabine hummed in thought, eyes boring into the stone ground below them. “I’m sure we’ll figure out more when they both come back. Spectre-7 is always careful, especially on a mission that plays to her strengths. She’ll be ok.”

The mandalorian gave Ezra a comforting pat on the shoulder, one he gratefully took with a small and thankful smile, and walked back onto the ghost. Sabine took another ammunitions crate from Zeb, and pushed it down the ramp towards Ezra. He took the crate from her, looking back and forth between the ghost and where the Phantom II should be showing up, and continued on with his task of putting them all in a pile to be moved.

It should at least give him some time to stay calm. Distracting himself from the horrible flame of an emotion that sparked every time he thought of your mission, and who you were with.

He’s not jealous.

He’s not jealous.

He’s not jealous.

Concerned for your well-being, maybe.

But not jealous.

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A roar of a smaller ship skidding harshly on the stone snapped the whole of the Ghost Crew out of their stupor. Their mundane task of unloading the ship ceased, a whole load of wide eyes - and lenses, in Chopper’s case - staring in a frightful concern at one of the most dangerous landings they’ve seen the Phantom II take yet.

Once the skidding stopped just before a whole weapons unit, the screams of other rebels scrambling away had trickled down into a lot of murmuring. Ezra took the first step and dashed down the ramp of the Ghost ship, followed by other concerned rebels who found their way over to the smoking engines of the Phantom II.

Ezra coughed, covering his nose with his elbow and opened the back door entrance with the force. He didn’t want to waste any time if you were injured.

You and Linel almost stumbled and fell out of the ship, coughs racking through your throats. Smoke billowed out of the back, and there was a chorus of shouts when you both got out of the ship.

“I told you to leave the flying to me—“, you said, wheezing out another cough. You shoved Linel’s side, and you heaved in air. Your hand snapped up to cover a gash - bruise? No, definitely a gash - on your right arm. Ezra was immediately at your other side, his right arm going under your left to help you up better.

Your tired eyes met his with a thankful nod, and he nodded back at you. The both of you turned towards Linel once he started speaking.

“I’m a better flyer than you! I fly more than you on the daily, Y/n!”, he snapped back, also wheezing out the smoke from his lungs. You scoffed at his words and stumbled a step closer towards your friend.

“Woah, careful—“, Ezra began. He promptly shut up the moment your accusatory finger from your injured arm pointed up at the pantoran.

“Shut up, Linel, I fly the Phantom II WAY more than you do. You had no idea what the hell you were doing when those damn imperials got there!”

Ezra blinked. He - wasn’t expecting the amount of disdain in your voice. The amount of venom spouting through your words and weaving through the air like an uncomfortable blanket.

“You wanted to take things slow, that’s not how I do things—”, Linel started.

“YOU COSTED US THOSE CRATES!”

“YOU WERE TOO SLOW—“

“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT - THAT’S ENOUGH, YOU TWO”, shouted another voice. Ezra, Linel, and you all flinched. Hera’s voice rung out in stern chords, silencing the yells that began to echo across the base. “That’s enough. Ezra, I want you to take Spectre-7 to the medical bay while Pheonix-3 tells me his version of what happened. Chopper, I need you to run specs on Phantom II, tell me everything we need to replace or get fixed. Sabine, Zeb and Kanan will go get what’s needed. Spectre-7 I’ll get a recount of your version of events later. Everyone understand me?”

A chorus of ‘Yes sir’s’, and ‘you got it’s’ and warbles from Chopper sounded off. Chopper headed closer to the damaged ship, Sabine, Zeb and Kanan following afterwards. Hera took Linel off to the side and sat him down on an empty crate, prompting him to tell her what happened on the mission.

Meanwhile, after Ezra was certain he glared holes into the back of Linel’s head, he led you carefully to the medical bay of the base. Your arm needed tending to, and he wanted - no, needed - to make sure you were ok.

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“Alright, Spectre-7”, Hera began, walking into the room of the medical bay you resided in for the moment. “Spill. What happened during the mission?”

Ezra finished tugging the last of the bandage over the gash on your arm, and tucked the last sliver of gauze underneath the rest of it. You glanced over and let out a sigh, your eyes settling in on staring down at Hera’s shoes.

“The mission started off as planned.”, you started. Your good hand lightly picked at a rip against the seam of your pants, thick material rough against the tips of your fingers. They were comfier than they looked, that’s for sure.

“We got out of hyperspace near Dathomir, hid behind one of the asteroids nearby and cloaked our signature. The pirate ship - not from anyone we knew, that’s for sure - docked on the light cruiser and we flew close by and attached to the pirate ship as planned. Sabine’s implant on the ship from a couple weeks ago worked, we didn’t need to contact them inside. Bounty hunters were distracted, bucket heads distracted. Something about payments and other shit I wasn’t paying attention to.

“The crates were there, on the bounty hunter’s ship. And I wanted to take things slow. Take as much as we could for a run back, and then go back on it again for the rest. Linel stayed inside Phantom II to load in the crates as planned. On my second run things went to hell and back between the pirates and the imperials because of a mishap in their agreement and Linel almost took off without me!”

At this point your hands moved with your words. An angry astonishment still held into your words, a bitterness left by your best friend. One you wouldn’t think would betray you, but ended up doing any how.

The simmering spark of flame in Ezra’s gut flared again.

Now’s not the time for jealousy, he told himself.

“I had to leave half of the items there, and rush back on before the door closed. And because of how quick he left we got spotted by imperials, we fought over who’s going to fly and we fucked up the Phantom really badly. Got nicked by a bunch of TIE-fighters and we we finally got back here the atmosphere finally did those damages in. Most of what was in the crates still left in the Phantom II are as good as destroyed now, Hera!”

You finally looked up at Hera, and her eyes immediately softened. Not out if you being one of her soft spots of the rebellion. One of the kids she took under her wing. No, not just out of that. The pure look of anguish that you hid behind your irritation at Linel was there, clear as day.

You always loved caring and learning about other people.

Cultural items held a hand in that. Those were always important to you. Severely, almost.

“All those pieces - all those stories, maybe even people, gone. And it was his fault for being too impulsive and my fault for letting it get to me. It was like before I joined you guys, Hera - everything I fucking lost from my people I that promised to get back and didn’t. It’s all gone because we fucked up.”

Oh.

You took a quiet breath, you shoulder bumping into Ezra’s. With a couple of blinks, you looked back down at Hera’s shoes, and wiped at the corner of one of your eyes, successful at keeping the dam that was your waterline of a lower eyelid at bay. “So… that’s all there is to it, General Syndulla.”

Nevermind.

Hera sighed, and sat down on your left side, her hand gently settling down on your left shoulder. “Well, at least now I know that maybe some best friends shouldn’t be paired together.”, she lightly chuckled, and you let out a quiet scoff of a laugh.

That feeling isn’t jealousy.

Your pinky finger edged against Ezra’s on your right, and he tapped his against yours, both of you curling said finger around the other’s.

It’s anger.

“Linel’s going to be grounded here for a couple weeks”, Hera states, voice still as calming as ever. “I have to ground you here as well to save face, alright? I’ll have Chopper go over the mission logs and recordings made during it just in case, see which one of your stories are corroborated with it. Just in case.”

She said the last sentence in such a way that told you she was still on your side. And you couldn’t be more grateful to her.

“Now, about the gash?”, Hera asked.

“The landing”, both you and Ezra answered. The Twi’lek laughed softly at the two of you.

“I figured as much.”

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“Hey, Linel Rhayme, right?”

Linel looked up from the data pad he was looking at, locking eyes with Ezra. “Oh, Commander Bridger. What’s up?”, he asked, letting his hands hang against his sides, datapad clutched into one of them.

“Nothing much,” Ezra said with a shrug. He leaned against the stone wall of the base, uncaring about the rough ridges digging into his back. “You and Y/n. Spectre-7. Best friends, right?”

“Right. The one and only!”, Linel answered, a nervous lilt slowly cantering into his voice. “Kinda messed up on that last mission though. We made up for it, I think. She’s still a little icy about it, but it’s nothing I’m not used to.”

“Right.” Ezra said with a slow nod. “Well, kinda understandable when her best friend almost left her to fend for herself against both bounty hunter’s AND imperials. But I mean, you said it for yourself. Nothing you aren’t used to, right?”

Bitter.

Bitter.

Bitter.

Linel shuffled his feet. He was a couple inches further away from Ezra than he last stood.

“Look, Commander, it’s not like I had a choice. They would’ve grabbed us if I hadn’t started leaving—“, the pantoran began, brows beginning to furrow against his blue skin.

“—But, the thing is, you DID have a choice.”, Ezra cut off, eyes narrowed, darkened under the shade of the stone above them. His voice was calm and collected as his arms crossed in front of him. “You almost got captured regardless, and you put my partner in harms way. I don’t really take kindly to others that end up hurting the people I care about, you know.”

Ezra pushed himself off the wall, and walked closer to Linel. “Next time instead of spearheading your way to an impulsive decision like that on a mission under her lead, why don’t you listen to her instead, huh?”

He gave Linel a couple pats on his shoulder, and began to walk away.

“It’s not like you’re any better, Bridger.”

Ezra stopped in his tracks, not looking back at Linel behind him. He had more to say, so Ezra decided to wait until he said what he needed to.

“I’ve heard stories about how Commander Bridger of the great ship The Ghost was impulsive, and consistently put his teams into greater danger because of his decisions. Especially at the beginning.”, Linel said, a hint of malice lacing in between those words. “Don’t be a hypocrite and reprimand me for something I did that you’ve done multiple times.”

Calm.

Ezra took a deep breath. “I may have been impulsive and done that a few times, especially during the beginning. I’m not knocking that in the slightest. But, they were never out of a selfish need to get away after I joined the Ghost. And I made sure I never left anyone behind if the situation allowed it.”

He turned back to Linel. “Can you say the same for yourself?”

Silence.

“Be glad that my partner forgave you. That’s a trust you never want to try and earn back if you break it.”

Ezra turned away once again, not getting a sound out of Linel, and walked on. “Thanks for calling me out on my hypocrisy though. I’ll be sure to work on it.”

The pantoran could only watch the Jedi walk away.

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Somewhere off in the distance was the rest of the ghost crew - minus you and Hera -!near Phantom II, checking it’s diagnostics and grabbing what was needed to replace it. Sabine caught a glimpse of Ezra talking to Linel, and excused herself from the rest of the group to grab some supplies they needed.

“You didn’t go too hard on the guy, did you?”, she asked Ezra when he walked by her. She had the hovering cart of supplies in her hands already, and pushed them with her while the two walked back to the broken down extension of the Ghost.

“I didn’t.”

Sabine raised a brow at her younger brother figure, a smirk rising onto her face at his shrug. She gave him a pointed look.

“I didn’t!”, he raised his hands (and his voice octave too), in mock surrender. “I swear.”

“Surreee you did.” The mandalorian rolled her eyes with a snort, looking ahead of them. “Sure.”

A long stretch of silence slid by them both as they walked, only broken by a quiet and reluctant scoff Ezra let out. “Like I’d ever let him get away with what he did with Y/n kriff free.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t let him either. Best friend or not.”

Ezra nodded in agreement.

“Best friend or not.”

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