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Ego [8]

mafia bts x stripper yn; hybrid universe

Everyone had heard of the Dirty7s, even distantly. Nobody could put names or faces to the members, but the name was enough to strike fear in the hearts of civilians, criminals, and law enforcement alike. They’re known to be methodical, impenetrable, and most of all, merciless. Nobody wants to cross any of them. Lest of all you - a college student stripping to pay her debts.

What happens when you fall into their web of deceit and lies?

What happens when you find you don’t want to escape, even when you know you should?

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AN: Here we go again! crime syndicate BTS X stripper yn. I’ll post this on AO3 too. Some of BTS are humans, some are hybrids. They all are obsessed with Reader. Reader is black in my headcanon.

(yandere / angst / gore / fluff / smut / violence / none )

trigger warnings: yn getting handsy, some gore but not too descriptive, yn is sad and sad and more sad, we briefly meet some of the other guys too

Chapter 8: Cutting of the Cord

The walkie-talkie goes off again at that moment, making you jump in surprise.

Rocky’s voice comes through, loud and clear, They didn’t find anything. They’re leaving but they closed us down for the night.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Nobody sane can keep their dicks up after you shove a bunch of guns in their faces.”

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Dove: Forever and Always

Author's note: I want to dedicate this to @feverjk . Thank you for being kind and patient even when I don't deserve it. I really hope you'll love this mwa mwa. And to whoever needs comfort, this is for you <3

Characters: Minho x Y/N

Warnings: Smut. Minors dni! pet names (dove, baby, bun), fluff and just pure lust between two lovers, first time sex as a couple, slight possessiveness, slight strength kink, Minho has a monster cock (i've always wanted to write this for him), usage of tie (not really bondage..but hmm), unprotected sex, creampie, marking, panty licking

Minho met you at a camping site. He was there, minding his own business, wanting a way to disconnect from the world, and camping did that for him. He has a routine - he goes to the designated camping site that the organizer kindly changes everytime for his privacy. He cooks, eats, relaxes, does some silly things alone, and some non-silly but pleasurable things with himself and just be… him. His own self. No cameras, no people scrutinizing his every move, no instructions on how to be. 

There were only three other campers - two were an old couple who most definitely wouldn’t know who he was and another was a pretty girl who wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone, always with her headphones on. He wasn’t sure if she knew him but if she did, he’s grateful she didn’t show any signs of a pushy fan. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves STAYs with all his heart but sometimes he just needs some space. 

And space was what he got. The first two days were uneventful. He followed his routine and he’s happy. 

Yet on the third day, he heard a small yelp from the river and the unmistakable sound of splash. He could have just ignored it, really. But the decent human in him couldn’t, so he quickly put on his mask, got out and was greeted with the girl - did he mention that she’s absolutely beautiful? Well, if he didn’t, then you already know now. She had luscious curls, pretty eyes and honestly, he felt like he’s the fan that people should be wary about. Developing a crush on a fellow camper was never in his routine. 

And at that moment, his mind was trying to not focus on the fact that she’s wet and her oversized shirt is sticking on her body - soaked from what he assumed was her slipping from the slimy rock into the river. 

Her left knee was bleeding a little but she wasn’t crying, instead she was shyly giggling, probably embarrassed that someone witnessed her fall. 

“I’m… okay?” was what she said, eyes becoming watery, still giving him that gorgeous shy smile. And that moment, Minho knew his heart was stolen. 

“I’m really okay, I’m sorry for disturbing you with my ugly scream,” she added when Minho stayed silent.  

He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her apology. She’s just like him, only nicer. Soft spoken, considerate even when she’s hurt and definitely cares more than what her resting bitch face liked to suggest. 

There’s just something about her that made his heart go thump thump thump but at a speed that he never experienced before. 

Minho didn’t know what got into him but he felt like he needed to make her feel better. And he did just that. He walked over to a big rock, stepped on it and casually mimicked the little scream that she did and splashed himself into the river. 

He stood up instantly, finding his heart squeeze at the little genuine giggle she let out. “You’re dumb,” she said, rolling her eyes. 

“I am, aren’t I? Let this dumb guy help you out, yeah? We don’t want that to get infected.” 

And the rest was basically… history, as cheesy as that sounds. 

She’s you. His best friend. The love of his life. 

It took the both of you quite a while to accept your feelings for each other. He was scared, he didn’t want to mess it up because he doesn’t know what he would do if he lost you. And you were the same. You were terrified, really. You’re both living in different worlds - will it work? 

But feelings weren’t to be pushed away. Not when it came to Minho. And definitely not when it came to you. 

“We’re made for each other, dove,” he whispered to you, the lovely nickname slips his lips, trembling a little from the frightening feeling of losing his whole life – you. “I can’t think of a version of my life without you. I don’t want to. Let’s try, please?” 

How could you say no to that? To the only person you want to talk to when you wake up everyday, the only person you think of when you’re happy and when you’re sad, the only person who genuinely cares about you without expecting something in return? 

“Okay, Min. Let’s try. Only if you promise me that you promise me that things won’t change if we don’t work out as a couple,” you firmly told him, trying your best to look into his dreamy eyes without crumbling your walls. 

“Nothing will change. I promise. I just want us to be together. And I want us to be happy.” 

And that's how the both of you agreed to go on a first date. Tonight. 

Needless to say, Minho’s nervous as fuck. 

He’s on his way to the lobby of your condo and the moment he stepped inside, he was in awe. He firmly believes that if he isn’t wearing a mask, you would witness him making a fool of himself by drooling over the sight of you. 

There you are, his sweet, beautiful dove. 

You’ve always been beautiful. And tonight? God, you’re fucking gorgeous. 

He’s always so mesmerized by you, especially when you’re in your signature baggy clothes and cute cartoon shirts. 

But tonight? He’s fucked. His mind is gone. 

It’s the first time in the course of your friendship that he’s seen you in a dress. 

And not just any dress. 

A white, fitted, hourglass dress. 

And you’re wearing heels. And the necklace he bought for you as a gift. 

You’re fucking gorgeous.

“Dove,” is all he could say as he is finally near you. The walk towards you felt like an eternity. 

“Hi, Min,” you shyly greet him and it makes him want to kiss you. 

Not now, Minho. Be a fucking gentleman. It’s your first date, for fuck’s sake!

“I hope it’s not too straightforward – you’re so beautiful, dove,” he tells you, caressing your hand in his. 

“Ah.. thank you,” you reply shyly. “You look really handsome, Min. I’ve never seen you in a tie before. Well, in pictures, maybe. Not in real life,” you giggle, a bit nervous. 

And Minho just wants to kiss you and tell you that he’d wear anything you want him to. 

“I’m glad you like it, dove,” he smiles with his eyes. “Shall we?” 

“We shall.” 

♡♡♡

You’re happy. The happiest you’ve ever been. 

Being friends with Minho has been a blessing. Being his girlfriend? He’s still the same sweet Min you know, always kind and respectful but there’s a heightened sense of teasing and playfulness that you really love about him. 

He’s perfect. 

The date was amazing. He brought you to a restaurant, private dining room and all. But the best part was the food you ordered wasn't the same as what was served. 

Apparently, Minho knew the owner and wanted to make your first date memorable – they served tteokbokki and fried chicken from that one ahjumma shop you frequent in fancy plating! It made you laugh, really. you couldn’t stop laughing the whole night! 

“You’re so dumb, oh my god,” you told him, although you’re very happy because you would hate seeing him waste his money on some fine dining crap. 

“I only do dumb things for my dove,” he winked, pleased with your reaction.

And truthfully, one of the things that relieved you tonight is probably his possessiveness. Yes, Minho has always been protective of you even when you’re friends. 

You call it protective because you were … friends. Yet you’ve always known deep down that it was him being possessive. A guy flirting with you? Minho would wrap his arms around your shoulder. A woman complimenting your style in a tone that is definitely more than friendly? He’s gonna put his jacket on you. 

Sure, some might not agree with his actions but you? You’ve always adored him for it. He makes you feel special. 

But things like that usually only last when the guy hasn’t gotten the girl. And you were actually worried he would be nonchalant about you since you’re now his girlfriend, no longer someone he’s pining for.

You’re glad you’re wrong. The waiter who served both of you was definitely checking you out and brazenly complimenting you in front of your boyfriend, to which Minho, with that charming deadly tone of his, said, “Yes, she’s the loveliest, prettiest dove. I’m a lucky man and I don’t intend to share her with anyone,” all while holding your hand, caressing it with his thumb, smiling at you, wanting you to focus on him and only him. You read his eyes, they’re filled with the need to tell the world you’re his. Only his. 

Like you said, you’re happy. Minho’s perfect. Are you scared? Shitless, yes. 

But you just know it’ll be worth it. 

Especially when you know the softness he has for you would never change despite the change of the status of your relationship. He’s still the same Minho. Your best friend. Your muse. You’re one true love. 

And now, he’s fully yours. 

It’s a good feeling, being able to call him yours. 

Your boyfriend. Your love. And sometimes your grumpy little bunny. 

“What are you smiling so wide about, dove? Are you even listening to me?” Minho chuckles, squeezing your hand softly as his other hand stays on the steering wheel. 

“I am! And no, Jisung is not at fault, you’re the one who pranked him, so you deserved to have your shirt dyed in pink,” you laugh, rolling your eyes at the childish shenanigans your boyfriend have going on with his band mates. 

Gosh, boyfriend. You can definitely get used to saying that. 

“Well, the shirt’s yours now. I know you’d steal it sooner or later anyway,” he snorts playfully, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it softly. 

You let out a dramatic gasp, “How dare you accuse me of something that I would definitely do?”

The drive back to your place is filled with laughter and lots of soft kisses from Minho onto your wrist. The latter is new, and you truly love it. 

What confuses you a little is when Minho stops the car in front of your condo’s lobby instead of parking inside. 

As he’s about to step out to probably be the gentleman he is and open the door for you, you softly grab his arm. 

“Min?” you say his name, nervous. 

Did he not enjoy your first date? Is that why he wants to go back so early?

“Hmm?” he hums, smiling, looking at you. 

“You’re… it’s still early. Are you.. Busy? You’re not.. Staying?” you cautiously ask, nervous.

Minho’s forehead creases a little at the question. 

He’s not busy. Of course he wants to stay. God, that’s the only thing he wants to do. Be with you. But he thought that it wouldn’t be much of a gentleman to invite himself up to your place on a first date, would it? 

And that’s exactly what he says, voice soft and careful, not wanting you to misunderstand. 

“Why, I don’t look like a girl who would fuck on a first date?” you tease him, clearly enticed with his thought process. Such a considerate man. You love him so much. 

“Y/N,” Minho whines a little, clearly not expecting you to say that. 

“Well, you’re right. I don’t fuck on a first date,” you pout, looking straight into his sparkly eyes. “But I would like to invite you up if you’re planning to make love to me on our first date.” 

Minho doesn’t know what got into him but the moment you said that, he dives in to plant his lips on yours, a mix of soft and needy, wanting you close, needing you closer. 

It’s not the first kiss he envisioned but somehow, it’s perfect. It’s perfect. You and him, together, in his car, the same car he brings you out on late night drives, the same car you both would have quick lunches and dinners together when he’s busy, the same car he would drive like a madman to your place when you would call him crying because there’s a cockroach under your bed. 

Some couples have the park or the rooftop as their spot. But for the both of you, it’s his car. 

“Take me, Min. I’m yours,” you tell him, breathless, lips only a hair’s length away from his soft, plump ones. 

One thing about Minho is he doesn’t need to be told twice. He learns fast. He understands instantly. 

And he’d do anything you ask him to. 

♡♡♡

It’s not the first time Minho’s been in your room. But it feels like it. It feels like he’s been invited into a whole new world. 

Especially when he finally gets to properly adore you in that sinful white hourglass dress. 

He’s been trying to be a gentleman, really. He respects you, genuinely. He wants you to know that his feelings for you are pure. 

But he also wants you to know that his lust for you is pure too. It’s born from his genuine feelings for you, his love for you. 

And now, as he’s softly placing you on your bed, careful not to hurt you in any way, he tells you exactly that. 

“I love you, dove. We don’t have to do anything, I’m already a happy man. I want you to be sure,” he tells you, voice never failing to keep its soft tone, veiny hand coming up to your face, caressing your cheek lovingly. 

You can cry from his sweetness. 

“Lee Minho,” his name rolls on your tongue so smoothly and Minho closes his eyes at that. Your voice is soft, a little breathy – will you sound like that when he’s finally inside you? “I’m sure. I’ve never been this sure in my life. But with you, I’m sure,” you reply, voice just as soft, your hand absentmindedly playing with his tie. 

“Thank you, dove,” he says, “Thank you for trusting me.” 

“There’s no need for gratitude, my love. Do you trust me too?”

“I trust you with all my life.” 

“Then everything will be okay,” you smile at him, propping yourself up on your elbows, planting a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. 

Instead of a verbal reply, you earn a deep groan – he sounds rather distressed, alarming you a little. 

“Min?” 

“You’ve been torturing me, dove.” 

“Tor..torturing?” 

“I’ve been holding myself back. It was easier when we weren’t this close to each other at the restaurant. And I forced myself to focus on the road rather than planting sinful ideas in my head about you. But now… now.. Fuck.”

You can’t help but giggle at his words. It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him curse. Minho’s never one to curse, he feels that it’s unnecessary. So, hearing him curse because he can’t stand the thought of not touching you just fuels your own lust. 

You are so in love with this man. 

“Pretty dove, is my misery amusing to you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, chuckling himself. “When you’re propped this way, my eyes can’t help but focus on your – please excuse my language from now on - soft looking tits.” 

And that makes you blush. Gosh, what a mouth. The kind of mouth you’d love to kiss and swallow spit from. 

“Is this how our gentleman Minho is in bed? So crude,” you tease, pulling him nearer by his tie, “And definitely so hot.” 

“Yeah? You like it?” 

“I don’t need to tell you things you can know from watching. You’re a visual learner, aren’t you?” 

Oh. Minho’s brain is malfunctioning. Fuck, his little dove is playful. He fucking loves playful. 

But the moment you say that, you instantly get shy. You don’t know what got into you, really. Did you really just say that? Oh God, how are you gonna face him now? Why isn’t he saying anything-

“I am. A visual learner. And I want to see you, dove. May I?” he exhales his intentions out, finally deciding that there’s no use delaying anymore. “I feel like I don’t deserve it but I’m selfish and greedy, I want to. If you’d let me. Please?” 

It makes you a little angry. Angry that he would think that way. 

“You, Lee Minho, deserve everything,” you tell him firmly before diving up for a kiss, startling the man a little but he reciprocates fast. It’s different from the first kiss you had in the car, there’s no more hesitation – the sweetness is there, just like how you’ve been dreaming of, but there’s the obvious lust laced on his lips. He needs you. He needs to taste you, all of you. 

“I deserve you?” he breaks the kiss to ask again. You caress his face lovingly, knowing that behind the tough exterior, Minho is a soft man who needs reassurance from time to time. And you will gladly provide it for him. 

“You more than deserve me. I should be the one to ask you that question, love,” you smile, earning a huff from him. 

“You deserve the fucking world, dove. The whole fucking world. I’ll give you everything, everything you want, dove.” 

“I want you. You’re the world that I want.” 

“You can have it, dove. It’s been yours from the start.” 

He kisses you again, teeth biting your bottom lip, eliciting a moan from you – sweet and sultry, the kind that makes Minho question how he hasn’t cum in his pants yet because you’re unreal. 

Your beauty, your taste – you. 

You’re the perfect little dove that he never had to forcefully catch. You’re here because you want to. You’re here because you’re his. 

Minho has never felt so connected to someone, not until he met you. 

He used to think soulmates are bullshit. But him and his dove? The both of you are a match made in heaven. 

“Y/N, my dove, I love you. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, bunny.” 

“Bunny?” he asks, amused. 

“You’re my bunny. Bun for short. I love you a lot, bun. My Minho, thank you for being here with me.” 

And that is it for him. He couldn’t just do nothing, could he? His girl is professing her love for him, calling him cute nicknames that make his cock stir in his pants. He needs to be closer to you than he already is. 

He’s so relieved that you’re the one who pulls his hand and places it on top of your dress strap. Oh fuck this sinful dress. You look so fucking good in it. Phenomenal. Breathtaking. 

“Do you realize that it’s the first time you’ve ever worn a dress around me, dove?” he asks, voice low. 

“I do. Wore it for you. Thought you’d appreciate it. Boyfriend privileges,” you give him a shy smile, admitting your intentions. 

“Yeah? I more than appreciate it, dove. My white dove, you’re unreal,” he tells you, kissing your shoulder and somehow it makes you feel needier. “May I know what other boyfriend privileges are there?” he asks, smirking a little. 

You bite your lip at his question. You’re drunk from the praises, you don’t know how you’re gonna survive the night. 

“One of them is…. Getting to take this beautiful dress off and see me without it.”

And you do just that. You guide his hand, hook the strap onto his fingers and pull it down together, revealing your tits to him, only veiled by the nipple covers. 

“Fuck, dove. You’re so beautiful, baby. I… fuck, what do I do with you, baby?” 

“Anything you want.” 

“I’ll worship you like the goddess you are, dove. That’s a promise. May I?” 

You’re dazed, the praises he’s giving you is making you feel like you’re floating. You don’t even know what he’s asking for but you just tell him yes. You’d say yes to anything this man wants. 

He uses his teeth to take off your nipple covers and it makes your breath hitch. How can he be so hot? And being the tease he is, the moment the nipple covers are off, he’d subtly use the ti of his tongue to act as if he’s accidentally bumping into your pebbled nipples. 

As if you would believe he didn’t do it on purpose when he does it while maintaining eye contact on you. 

“Look at these tits, dove. Don’t you think it’s time for them to be sucked? Poor soft melons, not getting the treatment they deserve,” he coos at you, unable to help himself. He starts slowly, kissing around your tits, loving how soft they feel against his lips and how the nudge of his nose makes it feel like they’re soft pillows made for him to bury his nose into. 

You, on the other hand, are definitely fucked. Minho paying attention to your tits has definitely made your soul flow out from your body. The way his tongue and lips are working on every inch of your tits make you moan his name – you’re sensitive and your boyfriend is definitely enjoying it. 

“I can’t help it, dove. Have to mark you everywhere. Stay still, hmm?” is all he says before he starts sucking your right tit hard, the suction definitely going to leave a deep purple bruise and it makes you moan the loudest you have that night. 

“Minho, bun, oh my god, Minho-” 

You didn’t expect to, really. But the way Minho is playing with your tits, flicking your nipples with his tongue, his veiny hands squishing like they’re his stressballs – all of that was enough to make you cum untouched. And of course, because he’s your handsome man who smells so fucking good, your mind is filled with him.   

“Fuck, dove. You good there?” he asks, slowing down on his sucklings, leaving kisses instead. 

You aren’t able to answer him, trying to take in a breath from a mindblowing orgasm. You didn’t even know you could orgasm from your tits being played like that. And you certainly want it to happen again soon. 

“I’m here, dove. I’m here. Let’s call it a night and cuddle-” 

“No, no. Minho, I need you,” you plead him, instantly alive again when you hear him wanting to stop. No, he can’t stop. He needs to claim you properly, doesn’t he? And you haven’t even seen him. 

“Dove,” is all he says before kissing you again. A part of him is glad you want to continue but he’s also worried that it’s going to be too much for his little dove. “Your safeword is hayday, yeah?” 

In the midst of your drunken orgasm state, you can’t help but giggle a little. 

“Hayday?” 

“It’s your current favourite game.. And I don’t think you’d say the word during sex,” he blushes a little. 

“Mkay. Hayday. I love you,” you agree, puckering your lips, asking for another kiss which Minho gladly obliges. 

He kisses you for a few minutes, not just your lips but also your face, jaw, neck - any part of you that he can reach. He decides that it’s best to not bother your tits for now, they’re still raw from being played with. 

“Min,” you whine, wanting to tell him to keep going. You love his kisses, you do. But you need more. You want to see him. 

“Okay, dove. Eyes on me, cutie,” he tells you, leaving another kiss before he gets up on his knees. 

He starts off by taking off his tie and you mewl at him when he places it horizontally on your tits, covering your nipples. The sensation of the soft, cold fabric actually makes you feel so good, you think you’re ready to cum again. 

Satisfied with your reaction, he starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, finally revealing his chiseled chest to you, and then he pulls the fabric that’s tucked in his pants, unveiling his abs. 

“Minho, you’re so beautiful,” you praise him, mesmerized by how perfect he is, in and out. How can a man like this exist? 

“I’m gonna be generous, dove. For you,” he replies and he unzips his pants, the button already popped open beforehand, and he shoves his veiny hand into his boxers, the fabric seems like it’s being stretched beyond belief. 

The moment he fishes out his cock, you feel like you’re about to faint. He’s fucking hung. It’s the most beautiful dick you’ve ever seen in his life. The tip is glistening with precum, some pretty veins adorn his length – his girthy fucking cock. 

Oh, you’re gonna be impaled by this monster tonight. 

“Min, you’re so big. So big and beautiful,” you praise him, unable to take your eyes off of your lover’s cock. “Oh my god, how am I gonna fit you, Min?” 

“We’ll make it fit, yeah? We have to, don’t we? We have to have each other, dove? You’ll let me, right?” 

You nod profusely. Who are you to deny him? You’re powerless. He’s your everything and you’d do anything for him. 

“Then I think it’s time you show me yourself, pretty dove. My sweet dove, show me where we’ll be connected tonight, please?” 

Again, who are you to deny him? Slowly, brush your legs along the side of his waist. You aren’t trying to tease him, really. But you don’t want to get up and lose your first row seat of your boyfriend gorgeously naked for you, holding his cock like a fucking greek god. 

“You’re trying to kill me.” 

“I’m just trying to show you me.” 

And you do just that. With your legs now out of the way, resting nicely against your boyfriend, you pull your dress and panties together in one go, deciding that it’s enough waiting for tonight. 

What you didn’t expect is for your cum to create a web-like connection with your white laced panties, a gasp leaving your lips when your realize it and your first instinct is to just close your legs. But Minho is fast, his hands are holding your legs securely on the sides of his waist as he bends down, tongue out. 

And he licks your panties, where your web-like cum connecting to your cunt is, and groans to himself. 

“You taste so fucking good, dove. So sweet. So perfect.” 

“Min-” 

You don’t get to continue because Minho’s already diving towards the source of the sweet juices. You don’t even realize that he’s already pulled off the rest of your dress and panties, probably throwing it on the floor somewhere. 

His tongue is magical. You’re only able to moan his name, with definitely more than occasional “yes, yes, yes” as you enjoy being eaten out by the love of your life. 

A lovely man with the softest heart, biggest cock and the most talented tongue? Fuck, you’re really lucky. 

Minho laps you up, hard and fast. His tongue would alternate between licking your labia and pushing in and out of your hole, making your fingers pull on his hair, which only encourages the man more. 

“Mine, my pussy, my juices,” you can hear him mumble against your cunt as you feel a finger teasing your pussy lips. 

“Min, finger, please. Need,” you ask him, desperate. With cock as big as his, you definitely need some prep. 

Minho has never been this turned on by a woman before. You drive him absolutely crazy. And he’s sure his soul is sucked out when he first feels your walls clamping around his finger. 

“One finger, dove. One and you’re already clamping on me, fuck!” he growls at you, different from how soft his finger is moving inside you. 

“How are you gonna take my cock, dove? Fuck, I’m gonna stretch you aren’t I?” 

“Another finger, dove. There you go, dove. There you go. Bigger than your own, hmm? I know, I know.” 

“Doing so well, baby. So beautiful. Another. One more. Ready? Fuck you’re tight.”

You’re nothing more than a babbling mess. Minho has his fingers thrusting in and out of your hole and you can clearly hear the sopping sounds. It should make you feel embarrassed, really. But it doesn’t. Because you can see Minho enjoying it so much. 

“I’m gonna make love to you, baby. Make you take my cock, all of me.”

“Gonna make you cum until you’re satisfied.” 

“I don’t think I can survive, baby. Dove, you’re fucking tight and warm around three fingers, you’re gonna be so full of my cock.” 

You moan his name, babbling incoherent sentences, feeding your lover’s ego. 

“Minho, cum, oh my fuck, god!”

Second time for the night. Both earth shattering. 

You’re so fucking lucky. 

“I love the way you scream my name when you cum, dove,” he says, kissing your lips, fingers still moving in and out of you, slowing down a little to make sure you’re not overstimulated. That’s a treat for next time. 

“I love you,” you tell him, hands running through his disheveled hair. Your man looks amazing like this. Hair messy, lips glistening with your juices, chin coated with your cum.

“I love you, Y/N. I really do. I’m in love with you,” he gives you a genuine smile, the kind that reaches his eyes. 

He takes a few minutes to let you calm down. You look ethereal, glowing. If this is what cumming does to his dove, he’d make sure to make you cum everyday. 

“Min, I’m okay. Can you continue, please?” you finally ask him, not wanting to waste even another second. 

“Okay, dove. Let me get the condom-”

“No, please,” you whimper. 

Minho looks at you, a bit puzzled but also hopeful. Does it mean you want him to…? That would be a dream come true. 

“I.. I’m clean. Are you?”

“I am, dove.” 

“I want to feel you raw. I’m on birth control. I… I need to feel you. Bare. no flimsy rubber, please?” 

He rewards you with a hungry kiss. Not that he wouldn’t give you a kiss if you wanted him to wear a condom, of course he would still kiss you. But the feeling of absolute trust you’re giving him makes him feel so good. 

“Please, Min? Now- can’t wait-” you tell him in between kisses, definitely needy now, if it’s not already obvious. 

“Okay, dove. Just need to do something,” he says, pushing you softly on your back, reaching for the forgotten tie that has slipped from over your tits when you moved as he finger fucked you. 

Minho gently puts his arm under your waist, pulling you up a little and slips the tie under your body before he gently places your body back on the mattress. He looks into your eye as he slowly ties the tie onto your waist, making a makeshift holder. 

“It looks good against your skin, dove. We need to make use of it,” Minho says and you gasp when he pulls you up by the tie, your lower half in the air. 

“Min… you’re… so strong,” you whisper, unsure of why you’re even surprised. This is the man who works out and does boxing seriously. 

“And you, my dove, are getting wetter, you’re dripping onto your sheets, baby,” he teases. 

“How can I not? The man in my fantasies are doing all the things I want him to and more.”

“You’re talking smoothly now, dove. We need to get you back to that babbling mess state you were in. ready?” 

And fuck, as Minho pushes his tip into you, you swear it feels like you have his whole dick inside. 

“Min.. s-so big. Big- oh my god,” you cry, trying your best to not clench too hard. 

“You’re, you’re so tight love. Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, trying his best to not just ram into you. 

He doesn't want to hurt you – he knows for a fact you need time to adjust. 

Minho bends down a little to kiss you, lovingly, slowly, careful to not accidentally push inside any further. He can feel your little hole throbbing around his cock and he feels dizzy. 

You feel amazing. Warm, tight. Perfect. His perfect little dove. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re- fuck. I can’t think,” he confesses, trying his hardest to not move. It flatters you, seeing him lose his mind over you. It’s good to know that you’re not the only one going crazy over your lover. 

“Don’t- don’t think. Just do. I need more, I’m ready Min, please, please.” 

You decide to continue your encouragement when he seems unsure. 

“You prepped me well, baby. You stretched me. I’m ready.” 

“Can’t you feel me, Min? My hole.. It needs more. You have to give me more.” 

“Min, make love to me. All of you. I need all of you. I love you, my Minho. Love me, please.” 

And that does it for the man. With a soft “I love you so fucking much too”, Minho starts pushing inside you more, slowly, still careful but you’re one greedy dove, you push your hips up to meet his, wanting to engulf more of him, needing to feel his whole dick inside. 

“Dove- fuck, Y/N, ah shit,” is all he can say when his cock is already half sheated in you. It’s a tight fit, really. He can feel you pulsing around him and he could definitely blow right this second but he won’t. He won’t fucking blow like a premature teen. Even when you’re sweetly asking him to. 

“Just want you to cum inside, Min. that’s the only proper love making.” 

No, no. not when he doesn’t have his cock fully inside you. And definitely not before you squirt around his fucking dick. 

He knows this is supposed to be love making but maybe it’s a form of love making by two lovers who have been craving each other for years – there primal need is not something you both can push away. 

So he finally does it – sinks his cock inside you, slow and the stretch must be so delicious for you because you’re moaning his name like a mantra, tits jiggling as you breathe and fuck, Minho hopes his memory won’t fail him because this is a scenario he wants to remember for the rest of his fucking life. 

A minute passed and you’re already moaning like his pretty little slut, begging him to move, telling him you need more. 

Being the sucker he is, he does just that. Minho starts fucking his cock in and out of your pretty pussy, so enticed with the sounds you’re making, wanting nothing more than to emit more of it from you. 

His hips move more gracefully than he would on stage. This time, his performance is for you. His love. You’re holding onto his hand that’s holding the tie to hold you up, your mouth ajar, your eyes rolled back – it’s perfect. 

His perfect dove is looking all satisfied and that’s all he wants. Your curls are spread out, enveloping your beautiful figure, making you look like an angel sent specially for him.

Him? He’s more than fucking satisfied. He has his dick inside you, you’re moaning his name, he gets to leave hickeys anywhere he wants and you’re constantly asking him to cum inside. 

What more can he ask for? 

“Yes, yes, Min, there, there oh my god don’t stop don’t stop I’m gonna- fuck, Minho, fuck!” 

With that, he witnesses your pretty body shake, your mouth letting out a surprised shriek as you squirt around his cock, his thumb that’s been steadily rubbing your clit now slipping away because fuck, you’re drenched. His thighs are fucking drenched with your juices and he loves it. 

He loves it, his dick loves it – the whole fucking entirety of him is ready to let go. 

“Dove, dove, you’re so sexy, so sexy fuck.” 

“My dove, just a little more, little more. I’m gonna fill you.” 

“Gonna make you mine. Make you take it. You’re mine for eternity, dove. Fuck-” 

He cums. He fills your tight, fluttering hole. The spurts of cum don't stop – he always has so much, even when he’s jerking himself off to the thought of you. 

“Min, you’re perfect. Oh, there’s so much– filling me so full, baby,” you moan, truly satisfied. Totally in love. 

He’s the only man you’ll ever let fill you up like this, take you like this. 

The both of you stay silent for a while, Minho trying to empty himself inside of you while he latches onto your tits like a hungry man. 

Minho places his forehead on yours when he comes down from his high, and you smile at him. 

“I love you, my dove. Thank you, thank you for accepting me as I am.” 

“Shh, Minho. You’re perfect. You make me so happy, so special. Thank you, thank you for existing as you are. And wanting to be with me.”

“I always wanna be with you, dove. You’re my person. Forever and always.” 

You tear up. You can’t help it. It’s not every day you meet a person who completes you. 

“My Minho. You’re my forever and always.” 

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— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 11.4k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, dissociation/panic attacks, mild dub-con (character trying to force a kiss), other content that may be triggering. — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold​!

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You pull a chunky sweater – Namjoon’s, you think – over your head, the thick wool settling heavily on your shoulders. It makes you want to crawl out of your own skin whenever you have to wear their clothes. You don’t have much of a choice, though, unless you want to freeze your ass off.

They thankfully had enough forethought to bring some of your clothes with them the night they broke into your apartment, but the majority of it isn’t warm enough to fend off the dropping temperatures in the cabin. You may be many things, but stupid is not one of them. You know it wasn’t an accident that your warmest clothes were left behind.

You pick at the sweater, frowning, as you nip at it with your nails. You know it’s childish to ruin their things but it’s truly the only way you can act out without foiling your plans. Screaming at them won’t help you one bit and you need some form of outlet for your anger. By the time they pick up on all the tiny holes in their clothes, you’ll hopefully be long gone.

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Day 28 : Breath - Wooyoung

「Title」 : Shhh

「Word count」 : 499

-> Genre: Smut. College Au.

Paring: Fratboy!Wooyoung x Reader

[Warnings] : Messy unprotected sex. Fucking at a party. Frat boy Wooyoung. Choking kink. Breath play. Swearing. Secret relationship. Slight pain kink. Creampie. Let me know if I missed anything.

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“Shh be quiet.” His hand landed on your mouth, stopping your airflow. His other hand held your neck in pace, tightening your airways completely. You started to feel dizzy as black spots slowly clouded your vision.

“Occupied. So shit somewhere else.” Wooyoung yelled out to San who had been whining from beyond the locked bathroom door for the past three minutes. Wooyoungs thrusts didn’t falter, keeping their hash pace as he fucks you desperately. Your fingers claw at the marble sink top while your eyes water, staring at the smug frag boy behind you. His breathing was rugged and short-paced. He finally removed his hand from your mouth, letting fall to your hips for support but the other stays nicely tucked against your neck. His long fingers are cased around your flesh, finding the right amount of pleasure to tip you over the edge. You couldn’t help but scream.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wooyoung!!!” if no one knew about you, they definitely know now, hearing your sweet moans pooling down the hall from the small bathroom. Wooyoung’s hips don’t stop, instead, they get faster and harder, feeling himself being close to the edge. You beg for him to slow down and that ‘it’s too much’ for your sensitive cunt but he does listen.

“You can take it Doll. Be a good little cumslut and take my load.” His words got your head spinning along with the lack of oxygen. His hot breath tickled your neck as he bit your shoulder threatening to break through the skin. The pain mixing with pleasure felt you wanted more and more. Feeling another orgasm running tightly in your gut.

“Please Woo…” You begged.

“There’s my good girl.” He praised, shifting his position so he could stand up straight, bringing your back flush against his bare chest. “My perfect whore. Fuck I love you.” He swore, snapping his hips one final time before spilling deep inside your dripping pussy. You came soon after, feeling the power of his thrusts slow every time his cock slips inside until he could come to a stop completely. You couldn’t speak, or move, letting Wooyoung pull his cock out painfully slow, making sure you feel every vein while he does so. His fingers that were tight around your throat finally let go for the first time since he caught you hiding out in the bathroom. Meaning you could take a deep breath in, passing out soon after.

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pairing: criminal! san x criminal! reader (fem)

summary: you and your boyfriend are on the run after robbing a bank.

w.c: 2k

warnings: mommy! san, sub! reader, subspace, brief masturbation, oral (receiving), squirting, choking, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: wow this is the last one for fff i'm actually so sad ;; but i'm glad i could end it with sannie :3 this was so fun to do holy shit ??? i also just wanted to say thank you for all the sweet feedback and support <3 it gives me the motivation to continue sharing my stories with you all <3

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Sitting in the passenger seat of your partner's car, you gazed out of the rain-streaked window, feeling like your heart was about to explode out of your chest with how much adrenaline was pumping through you. After zoning out for a second, you smiled down at the large black duffle bag in your lap, your red-stained fingers unzipping it to gaze down at its contents. It was filled to the brim with stacks of cash that you had just stolen from a random bank in the random town you were passing through with your boyfriend. Some of the money was also stained with red dye, knowing that the banks always did that on purpose to have a better chance at catching the perpetrators. It never got you caught before, but anything was possible. That's why it was always so exciting. You didn't feel truly alive unless you were putting everything on the line alongside your love. You turned your head to look at him, reaching over to run your fingers up and down the shaved section of his hair in an affectionate manner, making him emit a soft sigh of approval.

"We got a lot this time, didn't we, baby?" San asked, his hands clutching the steering wheel tightly, the adrenaline so blindingly intense, he almost swerved off of the road you were on when he smiled over at you.

"So much!" you exclaimed, taking the small strap off of one of the stacks and tossing some of the bills into the air around you, giggling as it fluttered down onto the dash, the floor, and on the both of you. "Can we stop by a neighborhood so I can give some away?"

"Of course we can, my love." San turned down another street and headed down an unfamiliar neighborhood street, grinning to himself. He took his foot off of the gas and let the car roll forward, rolling the windows down to let you do your thing.

You got onto your knees on the seat and leaned the top half of your body out of the window, sighing at the feeling of the heavy rain pelting down onto your warm skin. It felt incredible. Orgasmic, even. Every cell in your body was firing off neurons at once. You closed your thighs together, feeling how sticky you were getting. You would have to ask for San's help in a minute, knowing he wouldn't resist you. He was probably in the same predicament, having to ignore his aching cock sitting inside the waistband of his black pants.

You tossed ten stacks of cash out of the window and near the porch of a few houses you passed by. Ten more were thrown by San, making sure he aimed them near the front doors, rather than the lawns. You both kept going until about half of the money remained inside the duffle bag. It was still more than enough to work with.

"My baby's always so sweet and caring. Always wanting to give to others. It makes Mommy so proud of you." He reached over with his free hand to caress your cheek, smearing a bit of the red dye onto your rain-stained face. You leaned into his touch, emitting a small moan, sliding one of your hands up underneath your skirt. San noticed right away, struggling to keep his eyes on the road as he sped up, heading onto the closest freeway. "Baby's feeling needy, huh? Baby always gets needy after a heist, doesn't she?"

Spreading your legs apart, one of your thighs resting against San's closest one, you lifted your skirt up and revealed your soaked cunt, not even having to touch it for it to begin pulsing. “Mm-hm…it makes me feel really good..."

San swallowed harshly, pushing his foot down on the gas, swerving past the cars that were in his way, wanting to get a little farther from the cops that he knew were most likely trying to locate the both of you. "Mommy wants you to play with yourself for a bit. Can you do that, baby?" he asked softly, taking one hand off of the steering wheel to run it up one of your thighs, just barely brushing his fingers over your clit.

“Uh-huh…” you murmured, making a small squeaking sound when he teased you. Noticing that San kept his hand settled on your upper thigh, his fingers squeezing into it, a little more slick leaked out of you and down the leather seat you were slouching on.

San continued to drive down the highway, groaning at the sounds of your squelching cunt and your whiny, high-pitched moans, occasionally glancing over to watch you shove two fingers into yourself, see your flushed, messy face contorting in pure esctasy, and feel your thighs trembling underneath his grasp. He had to taste you soon. It was killing him, but he had to get as far away from the authorities as he possibly could. You continued to cry out for your Mommy, needing his help to get all the way there. So he put his whole foot down on the gas, hitting 90.

Delirious with need, you pulled your top up over your tits and pulled your skirt up even higher, facing towards San and spreading your legs open the best you could in the confined space of the car, one leg on the dash, the other hanging off of the console, the sole of your shoe pressing into the back of the driver's seat. “Please eat me, Mommy. I've been dripping since we got to the bank. I need you so bad. I can't take it anymore."

“Yeah? You want Mommy to taste your sweet little cunt before the bad men come for us?” he questioned, barely spotting a blurry sign informing passing drivers of an upcoming truck stop. He changed lanes, making sure he'd take the proper exit, wanting to get there before his cock hurt even more than it did.

Rubbing your clit between your wet, slippery fingers, you tossed your head back into the seat, whining, "Please, Mommy! I can't cum without your tongue and fingers...You know that..."

Speeding up, San cut off a nearby car, ignoring its honking, as he headed into the crowded truck stop, parking in between two large semi-trucks. When a burly truck driver got out of his truck to tell the two of you to fuck off, San pulled out a stack of cash from the duffle bag and tossed it at the man, chiming, "I'm gonna eat my pretty baby's pussy now so please mind your business. Thank youuu." And with that, the confused man got a quick look at you before jumping back into his truck.

"Mommy, my hands are cramping," you complained, dropping your arms at your sides, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. You were so wet, you almost slipped out of the seat when San grabbed you by the thighs and pulled you further in his direction.

"I'm sorry, baby. Let Mommy take care of you," San reassured in a gentle tone, blowing a few wet bangs out of his eyes, hunching over and burying his face in your soaked cunt, immediately dragging his tongue up and down it to collect your juices, groaning all the while. "You're so wet for Mommy...always so fucking wet.."

San immediately attached his lips onto your clit, sucking and licking at it, your wet hole sucking his fingers up to the hilt when he shoved them inside. Clutching the back of his head out of desperation, you began bucking your hips up, already so sensitive from playing with yourself for so long. "Gonna cum, Mommy...Gonna cum for you..."

"Yeah, you are, baby. You're gonna squirt all over Mommy's face just like you always do," he encouraged in a gravelly voice, spitting on his free hand and lowering it to free his cock from his pants, quickly stroking it and groaning loudly from finally being able to relieve the intense ache.

Noticing San was pleasuring himself, you felt yourself beginning to drool, having to swallow some of the saliva down so it didn't overflow. "Keep playing with yourself, Mommy," you moaned out, your cunt clenching around San's pistoning fingers, your thighs starting to tremble from the onslaught of pleasure taking over your body and mind. "Cum with baby, Mommy. Please."

"Mommy's gonna cum with baby, don't worry," he groaned hoarsely, speeding up his hand movements, making sure he curled his fingers inside you to rub your sensitive spot, rubbing his tongue aggressively against your throbbing clit.

"Nnnngh...!" Your body shook and your eyes rolled back into your head, pulling at San's raven hair, your arousal squirting out onto his fingers and running down his forearm. You wanted more. Needed more. Just like you always did. "Wanna cum again, Mommy. Wanna cum from you choking me."

"Naughty baby." San pulled his cum-coated fingers out of your pulsing hole to wrap them around your neck, your drool immediately dripping past your lips when you felt your air flow being restricted. "You like being choked by Mommy so much you're drooling?"

"Yeah. Want your cock too, Mommy. Give baby cock," you babbled almost incoherently, almost letting out a scream, just as San positioned himself so that he could slide his heavy, throbbing cock inside your needy hole, thrusting himself inside you as desperately as you wanted him to. "I love your cock, Mommy. Love how full it makes baby."

"So full, huh? Mommy's cock is the perfect fit for baby's tight little pussy," he commented breathlessly, about to come undone from how hot and wet your cunt was, slowly squeezing his fingers a little tighter around your delicate neck, licking up the saliva that continued to spill down your chin.

Time slowed down to a crawl, your vision started to fade a bit, and you were able to hear your heartbeat inside your ears. One of your hands fell into the open duffle bag, your fingers idly running across the countless bills that you would get to spend on San. You couldn't ask for anything more than this. It was just you, your love, and endless possibilities. "Gonna cum again," you whispered in a small strained voice, encouraging San to slam his hips into yours, knowing he wouldn't stop until he filled you with his love.

"Cum, baby. Cum for Mommy," he grunted in between sloppy thrusts, his thighs trembling slightly as your warm arousal squirted onto his cock, letting go of your neck, wanting to savor the sounds of your breathy moans and incoherent babbling. "Feels so good, huh? Feels so good when you squirt for Mommy, doesn't it?"

"So good, so good, it's so good," you slurred out, almost like you were drunk, holding onto San as tightly as you could, the extra wetness between your bodies making it easier for your boyfriend to fuck you into a state that bordered between euphoria and insanity.

San suddenly buried his cock into you and stayed still, panting heavily, whispering, "Mommy's filling you up, baby." Hot cum spilled out into your cunt as he leaned down towards you, pressing his lips firmly against yours, beads of sweat falling from his forehead down onto your face and making you shiver.

"Thank you, Mommy," you whispered against his lips, feeling so intensely warm and full of love that you could cry if you wanted to.

The both of you laid there, limbs tangled up together, feeling each other's hearts slowing down to a more relaxed pace, trying to breathe in the heavy, sex-filled air. Before the both of you could go another round, flashes of red and blue shone through the foggy glass of the back window, your sweaty bodies tensing up. You exchanged long looks, not having to say anything to know how you both felt. It might've been the end, but it was worth it. It always was.

"Love you so much, Mommy," you whispered into San's ear, giving his cheek a gentle kiss, before caressing his face and rubbing your thumbs along his jaw, admiring him for as long as you could.

"Love you too, baby," San answered softly, holding your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb as well. His other hand settled behind your head, bringing you near him until you met in the middle for one last kiss.

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LET ME MAKE IT CLEAR :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

# ❛SUMMARY .・゜゜・ ꒰ best to eradicate rumours - in style ꒱ # ❛PAIRING .・゜゜・ .・゜꒰ kylian mbappe x fem! rapper/singer! reader ꒱ # ❛GENRE.・゜゜・ ꒰ fluff, suggestive content?, texting au ꒱ # ❛WORD COUNT .・゜゜・ ꒰ 1.2k ꒱ # ❛WARNINGS .・゜゜・ ꒰ making out, long distanstance?, rumors, mentions of twitter - let me know if I missed anything ꒱ # ❛AUTHORS NOTE .・゜゜・꒰ annon requested, "could you, please write a story about kylian mbappe and a rapper reader who is like nicki minaj pls" personally, I loved this request and it got me listening to a lot of nicki's music again, and this was actually inspired by one of the queens iconic verses - so hope you like it. also sorry for the lack of posting I have been having major writers block and lack of inspo, hopefully I should get a lot more works out in the next 2-3 week ꒱

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The rumours were part of the job. Part of the job description is being a celebrity, and in many ways, it could both help and hinder you - especially if you were a woman. On the one hand, it could boost your career; on another, it could sink it faster than the Titanic. Y/N L/N, an influential rapper and singer, knew all too well the impact of having baseless rumours thrown at you. Her name was attached to everyone and anyone (at some point or another) with no rhyme, reason or proof. So it made sense that she chose to ignore most of them and focus on herself and her private life.

Yes, her private life was why everyone speculated, as people wondered who had stolen her heart. The rapper had stated that she was in a relationship multiple times but refused to specify with who as she wished for the relationship to remain private. But you know, the internet, they can't keep their noses out of other people's business. So naturally, the witch hunt began, and Twitter went up in flames every other day, trying to figure out who had captured the up-and-coming star's heart. No name was off-limits.

In the beginning, Y/N found all the hilarious speculation amusing, laughing about it with her friends (who were said to be possible love interests), but after a while, it started to get on her nerves. People were relentlessly holding on to the topic like a dog with a chew toy, and after six months and a discussion with her lover, she finally decided to put the rumours to rest - in style.

"Are you sure?" the rapper's close friend and manager Monica asked for the nth time of the night as they stood backstage. "I'm positive Mon. I've talked with Ky about it, and he agreed," the couple agreed they were going to reveal their relationship on one of the most important dates of the music calendar, the 67th Grammy Awards. But in a far more creative way than most normally would. As they say, nothing conveys emotions better than music.

"Now, welcome to the stage for her first-ever grammy performance Y/N L/N!" stepping out on stage, the air was heavy with tension as the crowd of fans and other music alumni were eager to see the artist who had been nominated for 5 Grammys preform. The lights dimmed, and the backup dancers got into their positions as the backtrack began to play.

"I never fucked Giroud. I never fucked Neymar. On my life, man, Fuck's sake. If I did, I'd menage with 'em, And let's eat my ass like a cupcake. My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody, But tape. Oh, and yeah, and by the way, my man's name is Kylian Mbappé." The audience was shocked at the freestyle rap, and the camera panned to the faces of other celebs to get their shocked reaction. The most notable one was that of the queen bee herself Beyoncé as she nodded in approval and bopped to the beat, while another memorable response was that of one of her best friends, Doja Cat, as she was losing it with laughter.

The freestyle then segued into her Grammy-nominated song Woman, as the flawless choreography and unforgettable spotlight moments made it one of the night's best performances. It ended in thunderous applause and multiple viral moments. As she walked backstage after the successful performance, she wiped off the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. She opened her phone to find it crowded with thousands of notifications, but the only ones she was only interested in were those from the love of her life - Kylian Mbappe.

KY KY

people are already talking lol by the way great performance mon ange your ass looked great on the carpet give me a private concert later?

Y/N only if you can keep up mon roi

KY KY you know I love it when you speak french ma reine

Y/N what can I say I have a great teacher

KY KY you know I can teach you so much more than french

Y/N really? I doubt it babe

KY KY come back home and I'll prove you so wrong mon amour

Y/N baby you know I can't I have press and shit to deal with

KY KY ik ik but a man can dream can't he

Y/N have fun entertaining yourself my dear

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KY KY your gonna get it when you get back

Another thing you should know about being a celebrity because it makes you an awfully good liar. Now there was no sinister intent behind Y/N lying to Kylian. The rapper just wanted to surprise him, so as she pulled into the new PSG training centre, she kept a relatively low profile as the new owner of five Grammys did not want to attract any unwanted attention. Walking to the reception, she was greeted by one of the coaching assistants and a few cameras. She had let them in on her plan to surprise her boyfriend, and in return for their help, they would get a video for their youtube channel.

As they walked towards the outdoor training area where the first team where hard at work, sure, they all looked hot, but Kylian was miles more than the others. Hot and sweaty, looking like some sex god rather than a Ligue 1 player. The number seven played a round of Tika taka with Neymar, Messi, Ramos, Hakimi and Veratti. He was oblivious to what was happening as Y/N slowly crept up behind him - placing a finger over your lips to tell his teammates to keep quiet after they noticed your presents.

"So Kylian, how's everything with your girl" Neymar, the little pot stirrer he is, had to milk this situation for its worth so that he could have something to tease his teammate with later. "Great man, I mean, god, she's perfect. I know it's a bit early to say, but I can see myself marrying her." safe to say everyone's hearts melted at the French player as he gushed over his girlfriend. Tried to hide, Y/N embraced her boyfriend in a hug from behind. "I love you too, Ky."

Turning around in shock, safe to say, Mbappe's eyes were larger than a football as he spun his girl in the air before kissing her. "What are you doing here? I thought you had work." the football star asked with nothing but love and affection as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. "I missed you. And I wanted to surprise you. Also, I lied." the rapper said, giggling at the look on his face. "Why you, little" With that, Kylian threw her over his shoulder and ran off with her as she screamed in fear and begged to be put down. Kylian refused.

As everyone watched the reunited couple get lost in their world, they couldn't help but smile at how happy the two made each other. "They are gonna get married," Ramos said, taking a sip of his water. "And I will be Kylian's best man," Neymar said jokingly. "Hate to break it to you, brother, but as long as I live and breath, that position is not available", Hakimi chimed in bluntly.

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➛ DATING JOÃO FELIX

# ❛WARNINGS .·゜゜· ꒰ none ꒱ # ❛AUTHORS NOTE .·゜゜· ꒰ requested by @nowaymanshutup "hello! sorry for the inconvenience. I would like to make a request for João Félix headcanons, thank you very much if you accept it and if not, thank you very much, your work is very incredible" thank you so much I was unsure if you wanted a dating headcanon or just a normal one, but I hope you enjoy regardless. Also thank you so much for all of your kind messages I do see them and really appreciate them. ꒱

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joao has pretty privilege

this was facts

but god, did his beauty look insignificant standing next to you

you were an angel

perfect in every way

a work of art

safe to say it was love at first sight

and boy, was he whipped for you

you thought he was sweet and a kind person

so it was an easy yes when he asked you out

and god, was he perfect

kisses on the nose

baths together with rose petals

doing skin care with each other

basically, owning all of his hoodies

little sticky notes everywhere with compliments

late-night car rides

blasting music and singing off-key

late-night shopping trips

'don't buy one, buy them all' type shit

sometimes joao get insecure

constantly comparing himself to others

but you constantly reassure him that he is the only one for you

promise rings!!!

love letters

trips to the beach

and late-night pillow talk about your future together

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➛ DATING ERLING HAALAND

# ❛WARNINGS .·゜゜· ꒰ none ꒱ # ❛AUTHORS NOTE .·゜゜· ꒰ requested by anon "PLEASE haaland headcanons or a daring erling haaland imagine" your wish is my command hope you like it - also double update who dis ꒱

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the two of you met when you went to a dortmund game

you and your friends were shown on the big screen, and he was instantly hooked

after the game, he spent hours trying to find your socials

instagram, twitter, tiktok, snapchat anything that could tell him more about you

and when he found you, boy, was he happy

smiling like a complete idiot as he scrolled through your feed

and was basically kicking his feet and twirling his hair when he found out that you were single

so he followed you and started liking and commenting on your posts

safe to say you were stunned

a football player noticed you - well, that wasn't on your 2023 bingo card

soon after, he messaged you

which you were a bit apprehensive about since the stereotype that all footballers were fuck boys and assholes was ingrained in the back of your mind

but with a bit of persuasion, you agreed to go on a 'friendly' outing to a theme park

safe to say it was a massive success

you were the only two in the park (he rented it out for the two of you)

so no long ques and privacy

you went on all the rides and ate as much as you want

and he won you basically every available prize

with the final stop of the night being a photo booth

and with some last-minute confidence boost, you kiss him before the final photo is taken

that picture is now his wallpaper

after a couple more dates, you made it official

after that, it was full steam ahead

posting each other daily/hourly

cute tiktoks

and light pda

people couldn't get enough of you

especially the height difference

his jerseys looked like dresses on you

and his hoodies basically touched the floor

safe to say you looked super cute

midnight snack runs

and baking at 2am

cuddling while watching movies and playing in the snow

not to mention showering you with many gifts

you look at a dress. it's yours. you think those earrings are cute. here is one in every colour. like this makeup brand. here's one of every product they make.

not only does erling love you, but so does his teammate

jude is basically your best friend 2 minutes into meeting each other

and Dortmund coaches love having you around, even if you distract Haaland a bit

all in all, a very happy and healthy relationship :)

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➛ DATING JUDE BELLINGHAM

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the two of you met by accident

bumping into each other at a party

the two of you were drunk

and by the end of the night, you were both making out with each other and tangled in the sheets with skin on skin

the next morning you woke up naked and in each other's embrace

before you left, you placed a note on the side table

'I had fun last night'

signing it off with a kiss of red lipstick that you hadn't removed for last night

as much as you wanted to give him your number, you weren't looking for anything serious

but a couple hours later, a text from an unknown number changed all that

'missed you this morning'

how the fuck did he get your number

'and before you ask, you gave me your number last night. I'm not a stalker.'

after cracking a few jokes and exchanging a few pleasantries, the two felt comfortable with each other

and over the next few weeks, talking became a regular occurrence

until one-day jude asked if you would be down to get coffee

it was an unspoken date

which you happily expected

as the two of you talked for hours about everything and anything

and by the end of the night, he bid you goodbye with a kiss

safe to say when he asked you to be his girlfriend, you couldn't say no

from the moment you said yes he treated you like a queen (not that he didn't before, but you know what I mean)

matching outfits

necklace with his initials

lots of pda

calls you 'babe, angel, darling'

making out before and after matches

maybe some fun in the changing room

aesthetic instagram posts

travelling together

being the 'it couple of the football world

in every one of his matches, you are in the crowd

and he loves seeing you in his jersey

may or may not turn him on

defends you from psycho fans

while other fans say that they want you instead of jude

which makes him kinda jealous

but he can't blame them

everyone wants to be you or be with you

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hey are you continuing shoot your shot

recently i have been taking time off because i have been having a really difficult time with life in general idk when im going to post it some time in the future

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➛ DATING LUKA MODRIC # ❛WARNINGS .·゜゜· ꒰ none ꒱ # ❛AUTHORS NOTE .·゜゜· ꒰ requested by anon, " could you do a dating headcanon for Luka modric?" okay, so this is my first headcanon in a while, so sorry if it's bad I really did. sorry for the wait as well I have 10 pending fic's to write and this got lost in my inbox ꒱

luka is an angel

even before the two of you started dating, he was nothing but a gentleman

opening doors and pulling out chairs

safe to say he was a romantic

he was very busy, but when he had time off, he loved taking you out on film-worthy dates

candle-lit dinners, and walks on the beach

you name it, he did it, no expense spared

that included in the gift department

whether it was a jewellery set or a dozen of your favourite flowers

they were always tailored to you

your likes, your favourites, or bought with you in mind

but obviously, it wasn't just the expensive date and heartfelt gifts that he brought to the relationship

he was an incredibly patient and understanding man

would drop everything (within reason) to spend time with you

from cooking together to laying on the sofa in each other's embrace and talking about your days

spending time together outside his work meant the world to him

speaking of his work

loves when you come to his games and always has a seat reserved just in case you decide to come last minute

wear his jersey with his number

dedicating all his goals to you

jumping the barrier to kiss you after the match

sweet interaction that makes the fans go wild

obviously, his teammates love you

constantly call you 'love birds'

safe to say they knew the two of you would get married

and they were right

thank god ramos set you up

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comfort, kylian mbappe imagine

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it was cold and you'd been waiting for at least three hours now, stepping from room to room in hopes that you'd hear the key in the lock and the sound of your boyfriend kicking off his shoes. you'd done everything in the house that needed to be done; fresh washing, mopping, dish washing and even prepared your breakfast for tomorrow.

you felt an all too familiar ache in the pit of your stomach as you finally collapsed onto the sofa behind you, grabbing the tv remote with a huff. you knew there was no hope in sitting around and waiting in silence for kylian to finish training and come back, and you knew he'd hate to think that you were bored out of your mind waiting for him. you scrolled aimlessly through the tv channels in an attempt to ignore the dull cramp that was beginning to fester in your abdomen - you hated cramps and the thought of facing them alone made you wince.

with a cushion pressed firmly against your stomach you drifted in and out of a nap, the hum of the tv programme in the background as you lulled into a small slumber. you had no idea how long you'd been asleep for, the weighted feeling of someone sitting opposite you dragging you from your half-conscious state.

"you scared the life outta' me!" you groaned at the sight of your boyfriend perched at the bottom of the sofa, his head cocked to the left as he studied your position. he knew straight away from the cushion on your stomach that you'd probably been suffering with your monthly round of cramps, his mouth twisting to a soft smile.

"sorry baby, i didn't want to wake you," he shuffled till his body was next to yours, legs bent so that you still had most of the space. he stretched an arm across you, his fingers lacing with yours as he brought the back of your hand to his mouth, pressing a firm but gentle kiss to your skin, "cramps again?"

all it took was a half-asleep nod from you before his other hand dropped to your stomach, massaging the tender flesh of your tummy. the soothing nature of your boyfriend behind closed doors had always been so attractive to you, his attentiveness to always make sure you were okay and feeling well being something that you'd so desperately craved from past relationships; and kylian had given you it all.

"how about i get the hot water bottle and a nice warm drink?" he whispered, careful to not add to much pressure to your aching body as he shot you a soft grin.

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･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ GUITAR STRING HEART ♡ KYLIAN MBAPPE :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

# ❛SUMMARY .・゜゜・ ꒰ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ꒱ # ❛PAIRING .・゜゜・ .・゜꒰ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist/singer! reader ꒱ # ❛GENRE.・゜゜・ ꒰ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ꒱ # ❛WORD COUNT .・゜゜・ ꒰ 13.4K ꒱ # ❛WARNINGS .・゜゜・ ꒰ drinking, smoking, mention of nudity, breakups, and insecurities, mentions of arguments and ghosting people, drinking, jealousy, and suggestive content, poorly translated spanish, portugues italian and french, sexual jokes, tension, drinking, smoking, jealousy, alcohol and partying as a coping mechanism, break up over text, mention of depression and lack of eating, a lot of crying, slight love triangle, mbappe is kinda a dick, halland is an angel ꒱ # ❛STATUS .・゜゜・ ꒰ complete ꒱

… [ CHAPTERS ] ◌ೄ — chapter 1 — chapter 2 — chapter 3

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･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ GUITAR STRING HEART 3 ♡ KYLIAN MBAPPE :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

# ❛SUMMARY .・゜゜・ ꒰ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ꒱ # ❛PAIRING .・゜゜・ .・゜꒰ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist and singer! reader ꒱ # ❛GENRE.・゜゜・ ꒰ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ꒱ # ❛WORD COUNT .・゜゜・ ꒰ ꒱ # ❛WARNINGS .・゜゜・ ꒰ poorly translated spanish, portugues italian and french, sexual jokes, tension, drinking, smoking, jealousy, alcohol and partying as a coping mechanism, break up over text, mention of depression and lack of eating, alot of crying, slight love triangle, mbappe is kinda a dick, halland is an angel - let me know if I missed anything ꒱ # ❛AUTHORS NOTE .・゜゜・꒰ I'm so sorry that this is late. I had some personal issues, but everything is okay now, and I'll be back to posting as normal. obviously, this is the last part of the three-part series, which makes me sad as I really do love this series - I may do an epilogue if I feel like it. But otherwise, I will be writing some of the other ideas I have planned. Also, sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, I'll try and edit it later, but I just wanted to post it so you guys wouldn't have to wait any longer ꒱

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"So, are we just going to ignore the tension between the two of you?" meanwhile, on the opposite side of Paris, PSG's first team sat in Marco Verratti's apartment as planned the previous day. They would hang out before heading to the concert. But as the boys indulged in the rare day off and looked forward to their activities later that night, some players couldn't help but bring up the noticeable tension between Kylian and the Singer/Guitarist of their favourite band.

"Thank god I thought I was the only one." Sergio Ramos said, happy that Pembélé had brought this up. As all eyes were now on Mbappe, he wished for the ground to swallow him whole. He quickly tried to dismiss the topic; he suggested they play FIFA in a last-ditch attempt to distract his teammates from the obvious suspense between the former lovers. It didn't work. But at least he tried.

Looking to his friends for support, Hakimi spoke up. "Brother, just tell them." before looking towards Neymar and Messi for a second and third opinion, he let out a deep sigh in response to their nods. "I guess it all started…" within the next 15 minutes, the number seven told them everything - well, almost everything as the group were left dumbfounded and confused about how Kylian had managed to keep it low profile with a person of Y/N stature.

"So, wait, the rumours are true?" Marquinhos asked in disbelief, and wide eyes, another nod from the young star, left the team perplexed again. "Santo Cielo!" Ramos cursed in Spanish as he took another swing of his drink. While his teammates were baffled by this new information, Kylian hung his head in shame. Noticing his friend's dishearted spirit, Hakimi told the boys to quiet down not to make him feel any worse.

As the racket finally died, the squad tried to comfort the young player. But that had little effect on the boy's broken heart, but he appreciated the kind remarks. As a pregnant silence developed in the following moments, the boys all looked at each other. "Why don't you get back together? I mean, the two of you are clearly in love." Verratti said in an appeal as. They weren't over each other. "We didn't end on the best of terms."

His answer was enough for his teammates to imagine the multiple scenarios that could have gone down between the two. "I was the one who called off the relationship" the striker's statement confounded his fellow players more - why would he break up with someone he was blindly in love with? "I was stupid." the declaration was followed by faux coughs from Neymar. "Yah think?" he muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Wait, you knew about this?" Ramos said wide-eyed as he looked between his two teammates. "Hakimi and Messi, too, but trust me, we found our by accident, parceiro", Neymar confessed. "But on a real note Ky, the two of you gotta patch things up" the Brazilian player was right, as much as he hated to admit it. "She's not going to forgive me, Neymar. Trust me. I know," the French player said in defeat, much to his friend's annoyance. "Have you talked to her?" Messi asked, wondering where he got that stupid idea from.

"No", facepalm, "Then how do you know that she's not gonna forgive you" the Argentina player questioned again, getting ready to prove him wrong. Regardless of whatever stupid point next came out of his mouth. "Look…" trailing off slightly, Kylian swirled his drink in his hand before taking a sip, cringing at the taste of the bitter alcohol. Vodka - Y/N's favourite. "She's not the type to forgive and forget."

"But for you, she would be" the comment helped slightly clear any doubts regarding her ex's love for him, but the singer wasn't just going to forgive him. Fucking hell, she wrote a whole album about how he ripped her heart in two. Safe to say, if he wanted her back, he would have to work for it. "look, I get it, ky. Heck, your right. She has the right to be angry, but that doesn't mean you should give up. Because this may be your last chance to get her back, so don't do something that you won't regret,"

Mbappe listened to Ramos with intent knowing that he was speaking from experience. "But how am I even going to get her to talk to me…" looking at his friends in concern, "you just leave that to us." With this bit of newfound confidence and a lot of encouragement from his teammates, he felt his spirits lift, optimistic that things may work out for them. He looked towards his teammates as they anticipated his answer - Okay, what's the plan." with that project, guitar string was ago.

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yourinstagram wow actually using good pic - who dis ⤷ onyxisarock you mf ⤷ yourinstagram good to know

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maneskin can't wait ⤷ bloodyvalentine 🙏🙏🙏

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HALLAND good luck today, sweetheart

Y/N thank you :)

Nerves were running high, not just because it was the last show of their tour. But because a lot was going on. They had been teasing the highly anticipated Bloody Valentines x Maneskin collaboration since the two bands met after Maneskin won the Euro vision song concert. But there was also drama behind the sense. The fact that two people Y/N wished were on the other side of the world rather would be in touching distance of her. Kylian and Earling.

Kylian, for obvious reasons, was her ex, so for blatant reasons, she wanted him at a ten-hundred-meter distance. But since that was impossible, she would have to power through and act unbothered. But what made this situation ten times more uncomfortable was the fact that her latest hook-up was there. Now don't get her wrong, she had nothing against the Norwegian. But it was slightly awkward that she unintentionally hooked up with her ex's rival. Now, usually, she wouldn't care. But the two were going to be in the same room. And the last thing Y/N wanted was for this to turn into a shit show.

As the two groups sat backstage, tuning their instruments - mentally preparing for the performance that awaited them. They stood behind the thin fabric separating them from the screaming fans who had decided to entertain themselves by singing Queen songs. But Y/N was nervous. Not because of the crowd, she had been stressing all morning, and it showed. "Baby, sit down your pacing is giving me a headache." Victoria, Maneskin's bassist, groaned as she rubbed her temples. Patting the seat beside her, Y/N plopped herself down next to Victoria.

"Why are you worried, la mia futura moglie" The Italian woman asked, looking at her friend concerned. "This isn't about who you were with last night, Y/N - is it?" Sabrina's question made her go quiet. Dame, her girl, was good.

"Wait, wait aspetta un secondo. Who did you spend the night with, mi cara? That wasn't me." The guitarist from Maneskin, Thomas Raggi interveined. The two guitarists had a curious relationship.

They had hooked up multiple times, but there was no feeling there. They were friends before causal sex partners and after the duo bonded over heartache. They vowed to comfort each other emotionally and physically until either was in a relationship, and they have stayed true to that promise till the present day. "Someone", the Bloody Valentine's singer's response naturally intrigued the Italians. They were very open about their hook-ups and one-night stands, so what could be wrong with this one?

"Darling, I doubt it's that bad", Damiano, the lead singer of Maneskin, said, still invested in what his friend had to say but highly doubting it was that bad. "I slept with my ex's rival" The sound of glass breaking made them all look toward Onyx, who was white as a ghost. "You slept with Erling-!?" Before the drummer could finish his sentence, a hand over his mouth (courtesy of Axel) shut him up as the group all looked at him pointedly. Quieting down the drummer, they turned their attention back to the singer.

"Okay, how did that happen?" Axel asked, unsure if he wanted to know how she got with the Norwegian star. "I mean, if you were doing it out of spite, fair play, but if not, why?" The male vocalist asked his bandmate as they eagerly waited for a reply. "I just wanna know how you two met" Onyx was a whore for Halland, and it wasn't surprising that he cut Y/N off from answering so he could ask about Halland. "We met in the bathroom…After the match."

The puzzle pieces were starting to fit together as her bandmates looked shocked, and maneskin just looked confused. "Am I the only one who's lost?" Ethan, the luscious locked drummer of the Italian band, said, "We didn't do anything, we talked and exchanged numbers, and he did a favour for me, so I returned it" when she attempted to explain the situation, it only made it sound worse. "So you slept with him out of a favour," Axel said. Now angry that Halland may have coerced his friend into something.

"No! He was helping me with Onyx's Christmas present - he was getting me a signed jersey, and I got him and his team concert tickets in return. He didn't coerce me into anything, and we slept together after my argument with you. Everything that happened was consensual." Quickly correcting the wording of her previous statement, she was met with less angry faces as her mutuals let out a sigh of relief that nothing had happened to their friend. "And I'm worried because He and Kylian will be in the same section." Ah, that was a reasonably significant problem, but there was no time to discuss solutions as it was time for the show to begin.

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Angelic. That was one way to describe how Y/N was playing. She poured her heart and soul into her performance as the colourful light and pyrotechnics lit up the stage painting her skin in shades of pastel red, making her look ethereal yet dangerous. The air felt full of static as the final pluck of strings echoed around the arena before the boisterous applause roared loud enough for the entirety of Paris to hear. Safe to say, both teams were in awe of the band - and they were only four minutes into the set. It was almost enough to distract from the unmistakable tension between the two teams, all seated in the private VIP section. They were the only ones there, which was good because if a fight broke out, there would be no one else to witness it.

As the applause dipped slightly, Y/N finally spoke. "Paris, are you ready!" the screams of excitement made her smile. "Good to hear. We got a lot of surprises for you tonight. So remember, have fun and…" Axel continued the small introduction before allowing the fans to finish the iconic intro. "And fuck it up!" the crowd roared back, transitioning into the first song. As the lights and pyro changed accordingly to the music. Played in perfect harmony, the audience sang the lyrics word for word as the four performers sang with them.

Safe to say that Kylian was also singing the words. How couldn't he? Her songs were ingrained in his head like a tattoo, as players from both teams took videos/pictures and sang/danced to the music. Everything was going great until Halland happened. It was no great surprise to anyone that the two were sizing each other up, but what Mbappe didn't expect was to see out of the corner of his eye a picture of him and Y/N set as his wallpaper. He tried to rationalise the situation. Maybe it was from a while ago. Perhaps he edited it, but his heart still hurt no matter how he put it.

As he tried to ignore the claws of doubt scraping against his heart, were the two of you together? She wouldn't do that, Would she? Date someone who had made it his mission to put himself above him in every aspect. Surely she didn't hate him that much that she felt the need to spite him in a way that left such a brutal scar - on his ego and heart.

Still in shock, it took all the strength not to beat the bastard up. His sadness and confusion were now souring into rage and hatred while not being sure who it was focused towards, Halland or Y/N. Maybe both, but mainly Halland, as he didn't want to believe that the girl of his dreams could do something so heartless. He was self-aware enough to acknowledge that he deserved to feel like shit for what he did to her - but this was too far.

As the climax to the current song began, he unintentionally focused on the lyrics. "You were my everything, and all you did was make me fucking sad cuz second chance romance doesn't leave enough time for one last dance." It was second chance romance - his song. As he watched her from afar, he felt his heartbeat like a drum. Glancing between Y/N and Erling, he realised something, on stage, the two of them were nothing to her. All that mattered was her and the music. Just like in his current situation, all that mattered was having Y/N back in his arms, so God help him. This was one prize that he would not allow Halland to have. Ever. Take the trophies in football, but the singer's heart was his and his alone, and he would prove it to everyone tonight.

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The after-party was in full swing at the french nightclub 'tigre blanc.', as the smell of sex, drugs, and alcohol lay thick as the mob people celebrated on the first floor. The upstairs floor was reserved for the celebrities and other elite to enjoy the after-party without worrying about being swamped with fans. But unfortunately, Maneskin couldn't make it as they needed to fly back to the US. As the PSG squad sat in a booth enjoying the expensive alcohol, they all watched in concern as their teammate looked like he was about to break his glass.

Kylian felt like decapitating halland as he watched from afar, throwing himself all over Y/N. He was not enjoying himself as he revelled in jealousy and seemingly ingested more alcohol than humanly possible. Safe to say, this was a recipe for disaster. Wanting to do nothing more than walk up to them and break Halland's fucking face in, but he didn't. Knowing full well, the singer would hate him even more.

As another hour flew by, it was clear to his teammates that Kylian was drunk on equal parts jealousy and alcohol. So finally having enough of Mbappe's sour demeanour, they put their plan into motion. "Who up for a game of never have I ever?" Neymar yelled loudly, receiving scattered applause as everyone quickly formed a circle. "Hey, love birds, get over here!"

Onyx yelled to his bandmate and the Norwegian star as he watched the two stumble over (clearly drunk), taking a seat next to each other - truthfully, if they had sat any closer, the girl would have been in the blond's lap. With one arm secured around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder, and their hands intertwined, safe to say that Hallnad was complacent. As the circle consisted of PSG, man city and band associates, safe to say everyone could feel the tension brewing.

"Okay, let's begin. If any of you are unfamiliar with the game, take a shot. If you have done what the question is asking, I'll go first. Never have I ever kissed a friend's sibling," Neymar said, starting the game quickly to defuse the escalating situation. As multiple people began downing their shots, Sabrina looked towards her bandmates. "Ya'll better not fucking take a shot cuz if I find out any of yall have kissed my brother, I'm gonna kill you." the bassist said as she took her shot.

"Wait, who?" Axel said in surprise. "Jackson Mays, older brother." the mention of the asshole from high school made Y/N gag in disguise. "Didn't he get arrested for selling drugs or something?" the rest of the group watched a mixture of amusement and shock at the interesting people that the four knew.

"Oo, I have a good one. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person." Phil Foden spoke, taking his shot a second later. "Was meant for the Mrs, went to jack instead, which made everyone laugh at the stupid confession. "At least now I know he's not lying about how big he is." The group of drunk people found that report very amusing as Foden turned a bright shade of red. But what caught people off guard was when Y/N tipped her shot into her mouth, hoping no one would notice.

"Who was it?" Neymar asked, knowing full well the answer, "An old flame" was all she could muster as her grip on Hallands hand tightened, and a sickening feeling swelled in her stomach. Truthfully the answer was Kylian. He knew it was Kylian - heck. It was how they met each other in the first place. Sabrina got a new number, and they joked about sending each other dirty/flirty text, but Y/N's messages when to the wrong number, which happened to be a famous footballer. An awkward conversation between a musician and a baller turned into a whirlwind romance.

As the tension builds again, Y/N tries to deflect from the obvious by continuing the game, "Okay, never have I ever faked an orgasm?" As all of the women in the circle (Y/N included) down their shot, the men look at them in horror. "Are men really that bad?" Ramos asked in shock at the revelation that most men are dreadful at making their partners orgasm. "You have no idea," Sabrina said, shooting a little look towards Kylian as if to say something without opening her mouth.

Now she knew that Kylian always made his partners cum. How did she know this? Y/N told her she knew he was good sexually, but that wasn't why she commented. It wasn't to bruise his ego but to see if he was genuine about her friend. Sabrina knew that Mbappe wanted the singer back. Heck, a blind man could tell you that. But she wanted to see how far he was willing to go because he would have to walk a mile over fucking glass after the shit he pulled.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Halland's contribution to the game made Y/N look up to him, see she confided in him and told him a couple of things that she probably shouldn't have, but she never said to him that - educated guess, maybe. Y/N knew she should stop, but right now, being sober would only make things worse. At least if she were drunk, she would have some reason to excuse her behaviour. One gulp and the shot was gone, "No way, how could someone break up with you over text" Kevin De Brunier asked in shock.

"A fucking idiot", Halland responded for her as she felt herself growing more upset by the minute. The remainder of the way that she had her heart broken. Over a fucking text message. Many months of love and vigour, countless hours spilling her darkest secrets, lust and passion mixed with sweet nothings meant nothing more than a single line of text to him. 'We aren't going to work. I'm sorry, but we need to break up.' In his words, not her's.

And she just accepted it. She didn't resist or fight for the love that she cared for so dearly. Instead, she mourned the loss of someone she thought would be her forever. She coped in the only way she knew how. Drinking, partying and smoking as she fell into a deep depression. As she hardly slept or ate anything, it took Y/N a long time to finally feel like herself again. But now she was back at square one.

But the singer wasn't the only one going through the motions as Kylian felt the rage of a thousand suns burn inside him, and in a moment of heated outrage, he said something he would regret. "Never have I ever wanted to get back with my ex." as tension reached new heights, "I'm gonna go smoke." with that, Y/N walked away from the situation, unable to face him. As she tried to hold back her tears, she walked up the stairs that led to the club's roof. She was utterly unaware of her surroundings. As the night's cold air welcomed her, she walked towards the roof's edge.

She sat with her leg dangling over the edge as she lit a cigarette. Letting out a deep sigh as the rush of s nicotine hit, "You know those things are gonna kill you." Halland joined the girl on edge as Y/N took another deep puff before exhaling in euphoria. "It's a form of coping. I'm just so stressed," the singer finally spoke, her eyes full of tears. "You know it's okay to cry", and with those words, Y/N began to cry so violently that her whole body began to shake. As Erling placed her head into the nook of his shoulder, he let the girl of his affection release her pent-up emotions.

After her heavy tears reduced to sniffles and sobs, the football player asked her a question that made her want to cry again. "You are still in love with him, aren't you" with that, more tears streamed down her face as she cried her heart out. she had ruined her make-up. "I do, and I fucking hate it. Why can't I stop? Please make it stop." the girl's voice cracked mid-sentence making her sound even more pitiful than she already did. The Norwegian hugged the girl as tightly as he could. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

As much as Halland wanted Y/N for himself, he couldn't take advantage of her. He had already done it once. When they hooked up, it was clear that it only happened because they were intoxicated and emotional. But that didn't mean that he didn't love her, no. He would give anything to see her happy. That is why he was going to let her run back to Mbappe. Even if it hurt his pride, he was happy as long as he made her happy. But if he messed up again, he would treat the singer like the queen she was.

As they stayed in each other's embrace, they were unaware of the third party watching from the door. Clearing his throat, Kylian made his presence known. As Y/N went frigid with fear, she looked towards Halland for help, but all he did was nod slightly as if to say, 'talk to him. Please, for all our sakes', to which she agreed. "If you need me, I'll be with the others, okay."

And with that, the Norwegian left, but not before he and his rival had a short stare-down. The PSG player slowly walked towards his ex-lover as if she was a scared animal, worried she would run off at a moment's notice. They fell into a heavy silence as he kept his distance beside her. "What happened to us, mon amore?" the player asked, looking at the girl. "We ended, Kylian, that's what happened. You ripped my heart in two, and you left." the bitter tone was enough to tell mbappe how she felt about the split.

"That was a mistake, ange de mon coeur" God, she missed the sound of him speaking french, but Y/N refused to cave in - she couldn't. Getting up, she began to walk towards the door. This conversation was over. Kylian walked behind her, quickly grabbing her wrist and gently making her stop dead in her tracks. "Let go of me, please", refusing to look in his direction. Her heart begged her to embrace him. But if she did, there was a chance that this would end in disaster. She would be left like a broken china doll again, leaving her to put herself together again. It was not going to happen.

"Let's talk about this, please" Kylian sounded just as desperate, if not more, as he refused to let go of her hand as he intertwined their fingers. "No, Kylian, we shouldn't talk about it." in a fable attempt to deny him any comfort, she removed her hand from his. "Why not" now he was on the brink of crying, "bébé, please look at me." he knew how to tug on her heartstrings as she turned to look into his deep eyes. She said, inches apart and breath fanning each other's faces.

"Kylian, don't" as this point, she didn't know what she was saying no to, but frankly, she didn't care. "Don't call me that" it sounded like more of a plea than a demand. "But you love it when I speak french." he knew what he was doing, and in his defence, it was working. "that is exactly the problem, Kylian. We can't keep doing this" Y/N was frustrated and angry, and the alcohol was not helping. "Doing what?" now playing oblivious, they looked into eyes of each other, both telling two different stories.

"We aren't good for each other" the whisper did not sound very convincing. "Did Halland tell you that?" the question was a mixture of anger and dread. What could the Norwegian have said to her before his arrival? "No" a slight sight of relief didn't mean he was out of the woods yet. "Then why" his voice was small and breathy, as if he was unsure if he wanted to know the answer.

"You hurt me, Kylian. I thought you were my one, and you destroyed me." The silence was deafening as they stood face to face for the first time in a year. "I told you things I had never told anyone. I let you into my world. I showed you my dreams and fears, and you disregarded them. I put my heart in your hand, and you threw it away like it was nothing, Ky it hurt. Did I not even deserve to be broken up face to face? Did I mean that little to you?" As he stood there and listened, he felt his throat dry as his words got stuck.

"No, ma reine", he protested. How could Y/N say that? she meant everything to him - did she not know that? "Then why did you hurt me?" tears again fell from her eyes for the nth time. "I don't know" the singer appreciated his honesty, but it still hurt. "But it was the biggest regret I have ever had."

"That doesn't fix things. Kylian"

"I know"

As the two stood closer than ever, they felt the tension hit the stratosphere. "But it's a start." with that, two sets of lips collided in a feverish kiss, tongue and teeth, swirl and bite. Hands all over each other as they momentarily forgot their problems. Breaking apart with heavy breathing and noses still touching, "If we do this promise me one thing", Y/N said, short of breath, "Anything, ma princess." giving him a small peck on the lips before speaking ", please don't leave me again."

"let get out of here"

"my place?"

"sure"

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| in love and lore | eight |

pairing: ateez x fem reader

genre: fantasy/daemon/soulmate au

warnings: some cursing, mentions of death and violence

summary: the daemon king and his seven black generals. names and faces of these eight had changed over the years as each new king was crowned, but their reputation as the most powerful daemons always remained the same. upon hearing the rumors one of the seven led the charge of the nearby battle, you should have stayed close to the encampment. you should have never wandered out on your own. but you did, and your life would never be the same again. good or bad, you would just have to wait to find out.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

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a/n: ahhh, it's finally here and so much longer than i originally planned. when i first started this chapter, i planned on it covering the entirety of their travels back to the daemons' kingdom, but here we are, and you'll come to see that journey will be for the next chapter and we're still outside maehwa by the end of it. oops. but i am super happy with how this came out. don't really know how it did or what possessed me, but it did and it's here. so i hope you all enjoy. :)

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"May I sit with you?"

You glanced up from the pen and paper in hand at the voice that spoke above you, though it was done out of habit than to see who it was. You already that piece of information, having felt his gaze on you for the past half hour.

You had done all you could to avoid Hongjoong and his generals over the past few days, but any success you had found hadn't been on your part, but their own attempt in giving you the space you desperately craved. While you had woke up early and spent the past hour curled up next to the barrier to watch the sunrise by yourself, you had been well aware of Yeosang's nearby presence and wondered if he would ever make a move.

You met his eyes briefly before turning back down to the paper before you, simply shrugging your shoulders instead of bothering to verbally answer his question. You didn't quite have it in your heart to refuse him, but you did hope the defensive stance your body had taken at his presence would have been enough to deter him. It didn't, not that you had really expected it to, and he simply took your silent response as an excuse to set down on the ground next to you. Not quite close enough to be touching, but close enough for you shift your stance a bit before busying yourself with the paper you had been doodling on in an attempt to clear your mind. It had worked well enough up to this point, but his new proximity to you caused your anxiety to spike once more.

He had to have wanted something. While your attempts at completely avoiding them had been futile, none of them had approached you in the manner Yeosang now did. Any interactions with them had been brief and awkward. There was much they wanted to say. Either to apologize or convince you in some manner, but they held their tongues, fully knowing you didn't want to talk about it at this point.

The constant guard from before had been dropped from that night, and though you had more time to yourself than you had ever had since they had brought you here, you found little relief in the matter. Not with the barrier you had run across that first night remaining up and present. They had claimed it was simply an added precaution to keep you safe after the incident at the masquerade, but you weren't an idiot. You knew they had simply exchanged one guard for another. The thought of running had crossed your mind more than once since that first night, though not in the way they were worried of. Part of you did want to run and escape this fate that had been placed on you, but you knew it wasn't something you could or would succeed in. And even if you did, where would you go? You had nowhere to go or anyone to run to. But the fleeting thoughts you had made of it must have slipped over in their minds as well, and the barrier was the needed precaution they had taken to keep it from happening.

Honjoong had claimed they could only read the thoughts you outwardly projected, and only then when you were within a certain proximity of them, but without any other explanation of the process, you struggled to understand what exactly he had meant by it or how you could control it yourself. Based on your past experiences, you were certain things had slipped through, but without knowing which thoughts had or hadn't, it was impossible to tell just how much they had gleaned from you in the meantime. And with the way you struggled to control the panic that took root in your stomach each time you saw one of them, you had the sinking suspicion they knew more than they let on. The glances they sent to each other when they thought you weren't looking was all the evidence you needed of that fact.

"Hongjoong has informed us that the treaty talks have come to a conclusion."

You tensed at the mention of him, shifting your position against the barrier you had been using as a backrest. And though your eyes stayed focused on the sketch in your lap, you caught the way Yeosang's body extended past the barrier out of the corner of your eye, a fact that had your grip tightening its grip on the pencil in hand.

You hadn't seen Hongjoong since that night.

Wanting nothing more than to be alone, you had strayed near the edge of the camp long into the night, contemplating over everything he had told you. You had run through everything he had said over and over, and yet, you still struggled to make sense of it all to this day. No matter which way you wrapped your head around it, parts of it would still not make sense. You couldn't have been his mate. Not when you weren't a daemon. Not when you were someone who should have never been born. And then, if it was true, and you truly were his mate, then he shouldn't have been fine with the fact as much as he seemed to, not with the giant gap between statuses. Not when he was a king.

As much as you knew you should, you had yet to divulge the information to Soomin or Hyunwoo. You were well aware telling them could perhaps give you some much needed advice or reassurance, but the courage always left you the moment you opened your mouth. You didn't know how they would react or whether or not they would hate you for it. And you could already hear the teasing statements Hyunwoo would make from it, only serving to fuel the flustered state the knowledge left you in already.

The two of them had taken the occupancy of a nearby tent after the masquerade, Jongho's statement of them being brought back with you proving true when he had allowed you a brief visit before your talk with Hongjoong. It was there that you had returned to that night once your tears had finally dried up, unable to go back to your own tent at the prospect of being forced to see him again. Neither one of them had been asleep when you had slipped inside and had been quietly conversing on the edge of one of the cots when you had appeared.

Your sudden presence had surprised them, as well as the state you were in, but they hadn't tried to press for anything more than whether or not you were safe for the time being. They were curious as to what had happened and the meaning behind their behavior, that much was obvious, but you hadn't had the courage to tell them. So when Hyunwoo offered up his bed instead of pressing you further, you had nodded your appreciation and curled up inside it without another word.

But as much as you had wanted to hide inside that tent forever, it was impossible. Despite never telling them where you had gone off to, Mingi had still been waiting for you outside the tent when you had woken up the following afternoon, chatting idly with Hyunwoo. Though he had made no mention of anything that had occurred the night before or why you had retreated into your siblings' tent, you had felt the concern he extended towards you all the same, and it had been impossible for him to completely hide the care that had laced his tone each time he had spoken.

You had never been entirely comfortable with any of them before, but this... This threw away any sort of progress you had made towards it since you had met them. You didn't know where you stood with them anymore - not that you really had before - let alone how to act around them now. The revelation of your newfound relation to them hung heavy in the air each time you were forced to interact, leaving you feeling more vulnerable than ever. It was impossible to look them in the eye, let alone stop the blush that came creeping up the back of your neck whenever they referred to you by those damned nicknames of theirs. Each use of 'angel' or 'pretty' only now served as a sharp reminder of how you were now stuck here with them, sealed to a fate you had no control over.

You had been right when you had told Seonghwa how harsh reality could be at times that night so long ago, and though you had hated how clueless you had been before, you almost wished you could have your ignorance back, almost preferring the anxiety it had brought over the anxiety the truth brought with it.

"We'll remain here for a few more days to ensure everything is properly instated, but preparations for the journey back to Taeyang have already begun." If he noticed your discomfort, he didn't show it, continuing on with his previous train of thought as he gazed upwards at the city's walls. "If you wish, I can escort you back to the city and help you gather anything you might wish to take with you."

"How generous of you," you murmured, "allowing me the time to grab a few comforts of home before stealing me away."

Up to this point, no one had explicitly mentioned what was to happen now, and if Hongjoong had been going to, you had left before he got around to it. You weren't completely clueless, however, and were able to read between the lines. If Hongjoong really had told you the truth, and you really were their mate, and they really intended to act upon this fact, you knew you wouldn't be staying here. You knew you would be left with no choice but to go down south with them, and the casual mentions the others had made of this had all but secured this fact for you. And yet, despite fully aware of what was coming, it did little to lessen the blow upon finally hearing it.

"Would you prefer to stay here with the humans, then, and continue the life you had led before? A life where you were overworked, insulted, and hated?"

"No," your body tensed, "but that doesn't mean I wish to go with you either."

"Then where do you wish to go? What is it that you wish to do if it's neither staying here and continuing the life you had before nor a new one with us?"

"I don't know," you shrugged, "somewhere..."

"Somewhere you could open up your own shop? A place where you could do whatever you wanted on your own terms and no one else's?" he answered for you, the corner of his lip tilting up. "We could give you that you know? Perhaps not in the exact way you always imagined, but we could give you anything you needed to grow and brew whatever it was you desired."

His words were a reference to a time that now felt like a different lifetime altogether, a time where you had been clueless to his true identity and in awe of the attention and kindness he had extended your way. A time where you had thought him nothing more than a concerned human who had truly seen you for who you were and not for the blood running through your veins.

Upon first discovering he was a daemon, you had originally thought it had been nothing more than an act. Something to get you to drop your guard and pin the murder of Hak Seongmin on you. But now that you knew exactly what was going on, the weight of his actions hit in a different way. And the implication he had made when he had mentioned what it was he yearned for if things had been different hit you hard in this moment.

You had thought his wish had been odd at the time. The idea that someone like him could never settle down and find someone to marry had seemed impossible with his attractive features and suave personality, but now you understood. For the majority of his life, he had been told a mate and family was something he would never have. That he had been born with the sole purpose of serving and protecting his king. And yet, everything had changed when Hongjoong had been crowned and the bond between them had snapped in place. Unlike you, the life he had craved was now at the tip of fingers.

"Was anything you said that day true?"

With all motivation to draw thrown out the window, you dropped the pencil you had been fiddling with into your lap and exchanged it for a loose strand at the edge of your sleeve.

"I know how it might seem from your view, but let me assure you everything I told you that day was true." His gaze was trained on you, but you refused to meet it. "The only thing I hid from you that day was the fact I wasn't human."

"And what if," you found it hard to speak, afraid of the answer to the question that had been burning in your head for days now, "what if I wasn't your mate? Would you have treated me with the same kindness you had shown me that day? Or would you have turned the other way like everyone else and simply let me die?"

Ever since you had gotten over your shock and come to accept everything Hongjoong had told you was very well true, the question had haunted your thoughts. What if you hadn't been their mate? What would have happened then? Would they have treated you with the same kindness they had shown you by your deeds as the Black Angel and the people you had saved, or would they have killed you where you stood when Seonghwa had revealed your identity? Was the only reason they were kind to you and treated you like everyone else simply because you were their mate and nothing more? And if things had been different, would you even still be alive?

Yeosang was silent for a moment, brows furrowing as he mulled over his answer to your question. Each moment that ticked by only serving to further fuel your insecurities, telling you what you had known all along. That things would have been different.

"You're right on the account that things would have been different, but not in the way you're assuming."

This time you did look up at him, eyes narrowing at the way his reply ended up being a response to your thoughts and not the question you had verbally asked him.

"Sorry." He had the decency to look ashamed for a moment, fingers digging into the ground beside him as he frowned. "It's just, without any proper training, you're akin to an open book. The heightened emotions from the past few days has made your thoughts and emotions overflow to the rest of us whether you mean them to or not, and sadly, we have very little means to block them out."

His apology felt sincere, but it didn't stop you from pulling your legs in closer, feeling more embarrassed than you had before now that you knew just how much they must have gathered from you. The pitiful looks they had sent you the past few days now worse than before.

"It won't always be this way though. We can teach you to control them, if you'd let us. Though you would probably excel the most with Mingi. Out of us all, he's always been the best at maintaining his thoughts."

"You said things would have been different," you replied, returning the conversation back to the question Yeosang had avoided earlier. "Different how?"

"Well, you did save Seonghwa's and the others' lives, so we would have happily followed through with our promise to repay you for your deeds and ensured your safety through the war's end. After that, well, it's a bit hard to say what Hongjoong would decide, but I imagine he would have extended an invitation for you to come back to Taeyang with us and hired you as a healer based on your natural talent and daemon ability."

"Forgive me when I say I have a hard time believing that." He might have said he had yet to lie to you, but that didn't mean he hadn't hidden things from you before, and you had a hard time believing he wasn't hiding something now when his claims of truth seemed so far-fetched. Perhaps they would have extended an offer your way, but you doubted you would have been given a choice in the matter, and would have only landed yourself in a similar position to the one you had before with the humans. Only this time with daemons calling you names instead of the humans. "And even if you are telling the truth, and you would have kept me alive to the end, would you have still done it if I had no healing capabilities? Or would it have just been a way for you to get a hold of my blood and use me as the humans have?"

"I understand how it might all appear from your view and I'll be the first of us to admit your worries do not come completely unwarranted. The daemons have not always been kind to those without a pure lineage and hundreds, if not thousands, of people have suffered and died under this obsession they've had. For it was the daemons who hunted down and killed the half-daemons when the war began and not the humans. And it would be easy to blame that occurrence and any similar one on the former king and his growing paranoia, but it was from centuries of prejudice that carried those acts to fruition and nothing I say or do will ever make up for it."

"You hunted them down?" It was hard to keep your voice level at the wave of disgust that coursed through you. You had known the daemons often killed your kind for no other reason than their hatred for your existence, but hearing how they had actively been hunted down for something they had no control over was something else altogether. "Why?"

"Hongjoong's father was not a nice man, and he craved power more than anything else. And the more time went by, the more his lust for it increased, and with it, came paranoia. He was afraid of anything and everything that could challenge him for it, including Hongjoong who he kept under a strict watch. He knew Hongjoong had the power to overthrow him, just as his father had overthrown his grandfather, so he did everything he could to ensure that would never come to pass." Yeosang's body had become tense as he spoke, his previous relaxed state hardening. "So, when the war began and he heard the humans had decided to gather up as many half-daemons as they could for the war efforts, the order to hunt and exterminate any and all half-daemons was given. It's the reason why the war hit the borders so hard in the beginning; the daemon troops under orders to burn them all to the ground, no matter whose side they were on."

"And you wonder why I was thankful to have been born among the humans," you retorted, voice full of bitterness.

"Things are changing though. Hongjoong is not the man his father was. When he heard what his father was doing, he recruited us to do everything we could to save as many of his people as he could, but there was only so much we could do before it was too late. There were only so many people we could save."

"And why's that? Why did he care? Why did any of you care?"

"Now that is a question that requires a long and rather complicated answer, one that I am unable to fully answer myself, but I will do my best to explain to you what I can." His head tilted, black eyes catching yours, and for the first time since he had appeared you didn't look away. "Has anyone explained to you or mentioned what my ability is?"

You shook your head, wondering what that had to do with the topic you were just discussing, but you knew better than to question him on it. After all, you did hold some curiosity to what his and the others' daemon abilities were.

"I can create illusions, making those around me see, feel, and hear whatever it is that I wish them to. Take this butterfly for example." A hint of a smile reappeared on his face as he reached his hand out for the insect, allowing it to take rest on his finer. "It's not real; simply an image I'm projecting inside each of our heads at the moment." To prove his point, he raised his opposite hand to swipe at the bug. To your surprise, his fingers ran through it as though it was only air, causing the image to ripple for a few seconds. "Believe it or not, it took years of training for me to pull off tricks like this one. Tasks such as changing my appearance or disappearing from view entirely took little more than innate talent, but mimicking another living being to where it was believable was something much harder altogether."

The butterfly's wings extended, taking off from Yeosang's hand to make the short trek over to your knee. You eyed it closely, in utter disbelief to discover it wasn't real. That it was nothing more than an illusion the man next to you had created for you to see. Everything about it felt real, down to the way its wings fluttered in the breeze to the way its feet tickled your skin as it moved along the back of your left hand.

"It's the same guard ability your father had."

"You knew my father?" Your lips twisted, teeth pulling at the bottom corner of your lip, unsure of just how this revelation made you feel. On one hand, you had no desire to learn about the man who had destroyed your family when he had killed your mother, especially not that you now knew just what sort of man he had served, but another part of you was curious. Curious to know if he really did match the rumors or if perhaps there might have been a chance there was some truth behind Soomin's hazy memories of the man.

Yeosang nooded. "When the new members of the guard pop up, the current members devote quite a bit of time training them up and teaching them how best to utilize their abilities. Since I shared the ability of you father, we spent quite a bit of time together in my youth and we were quite close before he was sent to Maehwa." He paused for a second, and you could feel the way his eyes had traveled back to you. "Did you knew your brother looks just like him? So much so, it took me by surprise the first time I saw him, and for a second, I thought it might have actually been him until I saw his eyes." The butterfly on your hand vanished then, causing your eyes to lock on his for a split second. "But I see now that you were the one to inherit them instead."

You struggled to control the way your stomach twisted at his words and were quick to divert your eyes. The light expression on his face showed he hadn't meant anything negative by them, but that didn't stop the wave of insecurities that hit you as he commented on the one feature you had spent years wishing you could change and the reason behind them.

"You're a lot like him, you know?" Yeosang's voice softened and a hand was placed on top of your shoulder. "A little stubborn, maybe, but incredibly selfless and kind. Someone who could see beyond the status of daemon and human. He would have absolutely adored you."

"Just like he adored my mother?" you rebuked his statement, pulling back far enough to cause his hand to drop.

"It's not that simple."

"What do you mean? He killed her, didn't he? What more is there to tell"

"It's... complicated." You were quick to see the way Yeosang had tensed up again, dropping his gaze back to his lap. "And though I played a small role in an attempt to stop the events that occurred that night, it's not my story to tell. If you wish to hear what happened, you would need to speak with Hongjoong. It's his story to tell."

"No, you can't leave it at that." You shook your head, forcing him to meet your eyes. You weren't going to play that game again. You weren't going to let them keep their secrets from you and brush off your questions. "He was my father and it was my mother, so I think I have a right to know. So, tell me, did he kill her?"

"I'm sorry, angel, truly, but I shouldn't be the one to explain that night to you. Trust me when I say you need to hear it from Hongjoong. After everything he went through to get here, he deserves to be the one to tell you." And despite the way his words frustrated you, you could see the desperation in them, as though he truly believed it would be best if you heard it from Hongjoong. "But something you should know is that your father was a good man. He knew I wasn't fully daemon, and yet, he never once treated me differently for it. And it was him who helped me gain the courage to finally tell the others."

You couldn't stop the sharp inhale his words brought, eyes widening as you process what he had just said and wiping away any remaining thoughts you had about the conversation before for the time being. He had mentioned it so casually, that you had almost missed it, caught up in figuring out what it was he had hinted about.

Yeosang wasn't fully daemon.

Yeosang, one of the Seven, and one of the highest ranking daemons in this part of the world, wasn't even fully daemon.

"My father was full-blooded, but my mother was a half-daemon like yourself. Because of that, it's not something anyone would be able to know unless they tested my blood for it, but still enough to where many daemons would shun me if they knew. So, when my horns and eyes turned black on my thirteenth birthday, I was shocked to say the least. The thought of being a member of the Black Guard had never once crossed my mind due to my lineage, so I was certain a mistake had been made. Why would the maetha choose me? Someone the daemons considered impure? And I was terrified. I knew what it was like in the capital and what they thought of those like me, and I was terrified of what they would do to me if anyone found out." He shifted, pulling his right leg in towards him and wrapped his arms loosely around it. "So, when I discovered I had inherited the guards' illusion ability, I used it to hide the new color my features had taken and prevented myself from being sent away."

You struggled to wrap your head around what he had just revealed to you, barely hearing the words that followed as your brain was too busy repeating the fact Yeosang wasn't fully daemon. More daemon than you were and with enough of their blood running through him to easily pass as one, but none of that changed the fact he was just like you in some ways. Someone who didn't quite fit into the status quo of the world.

"But they found you?" You straightened up, taking in his figure next to you in a whole new light.

"No," he shook his head, "in the end, I went to them on my own accord."

"Why?"

"Out of spite and a broken heart," he huffed, but a hint of a smile once again appeared and the slope of his shoulders relaxed. "There was a girl in my village that I fell in love with when I was around sixteen, making me more motivated than ever to continue keeping my identity hidden. For if I did, I would be able to stay there and live the normal unassuming life I craved. But, you see, she had only ever been stringing me along. She thought I was sweet, but could never see beyond the fact I wasn't fully daemon and thought I was someone beneath her. She craved a life outside that little village, so when someone else came along that she thought could fulfill her needs, she broke things off with me in the cruelest of ways. At the time, it nearly broke me, and I couldn't stand to be there any longer, so I left to fulfill the destiny that I had denied for so long. Any concerns I had previously had before didn't worry me anymore. If I ended up dead because of it, then so be it. I didn't care anymore."

"I'm sorry." It was you who reached out for him this time, resting your hand on top of his as a wave of empathy rolled through you. You may have never had your heart broken before, but you understood exactly what it was like to experience a rejected and turned away based on something you had no control over.

"I'm not," he shook his head, smile widening as he looked at the hand on top of his own. "If I had stayed where I was, I would have been miserable. At the time, I didn't understand why I was chosen, and perhaps a small part of me still wonders why the maetha chose me of all people, but ever since you showed up in the picture, I think I've finally begun to understand."

"I wish I could say the same." You retracted your hand, pulling it back around your legs as his words brought you back to the reality that surrounded you, reminding you just who it was you had been comforting. "No matter which way I run through things in my head, it just doesn't make any sense. A little over a month ago I was just another half-daemon trying to survive in this crazy world, and now I'm being told I'm the mate of the daemon king and his seven generals. It's just a lot in a small amount of time, and I'm having a hard time processing it all."

You stuck your chin against the top of your knees, looking up once more at the walls that had been your home for the past twenty years. There had been a time when you had yearned to leave them behind, but not like this. Not when your path only led you to another prison. A different city, but with the same walls that had tormented you as a child.

"My whole life I've been seen by nothing more than my status as a half-daemon. It's dictated my entire life, telling me what I can and can't do because of it. And not once has anyone ever taken the time to see what lies beyond it. To see me, the real me. Not the half-daemon y/n. Not the Black Angel with the magical blood. And not your stupid mate. Just me. Just y/n. And lately," you took a deep breath, shaking in the exhale, "I've been wondering if she's even still there."

You hadn't meant to tell him any of that, but the words had fallen out before you could stop them, fueled by his earlier revelation and you could feel his gaze on you as you finished, heavy with unspoken sympathy.

"You mentioned you were here to escort me back to the city, right?" You spoke up before he had a chance to reply, not wanting to hear what his response might have been. "I don't like it, but if I'm left with no choice in the matter, then I do wish to take you up on that offer. I don't have much, but there are a few items I would rather not part with."

"Of course."

If he wanted to push you further on the matter and prod your brain for what exactly you had meant by any of your earlier thoughts, he didn't. Instead, he followed your lead and pushed himself back up to his feet, stretching out the muscles in his back. When the action caused his shirt to lift and reveal the toned surface beneath, you immediately turned your gaze unable to stop the heat that rose up inside you.

What the hell was wrong with you?

It wasn't like you hadn't ever seen a shirtless man before, let alone other more intimate areas. So, maybe, it wasn't in that specific context before, but rather in the numerous injuries you had healed in your lifetime, but never once had you felt that rush through you before and you only hoped it hadn't leaked through the bond. The last thing you needed was for them to realize a part of you was physically attracted to them and use that to their advantage. You didn't think you could survive if they did.

"Just give me a second to get the barrier down." If Yeosang noticed, he did a hell of a job hiding it, rolling out his shoulders once more before turning to the barrier behind you.

"This was you?"

He shook his head. "No, the barriers are all San's doing."

"It's his daemon ability?" you asked, head tilting as your hand brushed against the invisible wall.

It seemed so obvious now that you knew, the feel of it beneath your skin strangely familiar to the daemon you had danced with so many nights ago. The energy in which it thrummed feeling distinctly of him, and the only explanation you had for the strange phenomena was the bond that now tied you to him-

- Maybe that was also the explanation for the way you had reacted to him earlier and the reason your heart was still beating just a smidge too fast. Yes, that had to be it. Why else would you have felt that way?

"How does he maintain it? It's been up for days." And you would know, having snuck off more than once the past few days for no other purpose than to see if it was still there or not.

"Barriers of this scale and complexity require the use of his blood to create and maintain, but if you're still curious about it, you should ask him. He could explain it all better than I would be able to and says he would be more than happy to give you a demonstration as well."

"He says?" You looked back at Yeosang as your hand dropped back down to your side. "You're talking with him right now? How?"

"Through the bond," he replied. "It ultimately stems from Hongjoong's ability to speak with us at any distance, though the bond limits the rest of us to a certain distance. With a little training, though, not only can you learn to control those thoughts, but you can also learn to direct them to certain individuals instead of everyone within distance."

"Is that all it does? Just sort of like everyone's mind together?"

"No, it affects each of us in different ways, and some more than others."

With the barrier now down, Yeosang motioned for you to follow him. You paused for a second, tentatively reaching out with your hand and half-expecting him to by lying to you. But your hand wasn't stopped this time and merely slipped through the air. Whatever barrier had held you back the past few days was finally down.

"Take Seonghwa for example. His ability only allows him to teleport to places within a certain radius around him, but the bond gave him the ability to also teleport directly to anyone else he's attached to, no matter the distance," he continued, guiding you in the direction of the city's gate. "That's why it was so devastating when it was him who had been injured in Binna. If it had been any of the rest of us, Seonghwa could have gotten them back to the rest of us, but it just had to be him. And by the time we realized just how severe it was, he had already lost too much blood. If he had tried to teleport to one of us, he likely would have died. Our only chance of saving him was keeping him there on the off chance you would show up. And you did." He looked back at you, gaze softening. "I know things have been rough for you since that night and things might have happened in ways they shouldn't have, but if you only knew what it had been like for us. To not only have Seonghwa alive and safe, but to have finally found you. It was... overwhelming to say the least. Enough so, that even Mingi lost his grip on his mind for a moment."

"And now that you've found me," your arms wrapped around your body, finding it hard to control the shiver his words elicited, "what do you plan on doing with me?"

It had been a question that had plagued you since your emotions had finally settled down and you had regained a grip on your mind once more. In your initial panic, you had left Hongjoong as quickly as you could, needing time and space to process the overload of information he had just dumped on you. And it was only once you had calmed down that you realized the amount of question you had for him now that you were thinking logically once more. He had claimed you were their mate, but he had never gotten around to stating what it was they intended to do with you because of it. Did they plan on accepting you and forcing you to play the dutiful mate? Or did they plan on rejecting you for something as trivial as your mixed blood?

Hongjoong's words and actions from that night had all but confirmed acceptance, and the others' only then served to reaffirm this thought. But you felt no relief from it, instead you wished the opposite would have been true. It might have hurt to have been rejected, knowing full well it had only been because of your lineage, but it wasn't anything you hadn't been through before. It wasn't anything you couldn't have handled.

It would have hurt, yes. You may have faced enough rejection over your lifetime to have become used to it, but that didn't mean it still wouldn't have stung in some ways. But it would have made sense. He was the daemon king and you were just a halfbreed. Just a mutt. Your father might have been someone of a higher class, but you weren't. And you never would be.

That was why you were so confused as to why each of them seemed so intent on accepting it. How each of them thought it was normal for someone of their status to be with someone of yours just didn't make any sense. Not when you were someone history had dictated would never belong in their world, and just because they seemed fine with it didn't mean the others would. You hadn't been around many daemons in your life, but you knew the reaction it would pull. You knew they would never accept you as one of them. Because you weren't. The sooner they came to realize this small fact, the better.

"Well, you are our mate," Yeosang replied, and you were unable to control the shiver his words brought this time. "We were hoping you would accept it. Accept us."

"And what if I don't? What if I say I don't want any of this? That I don't want any of you?" It was hard to speak, throat tightening on you as the inevitable hit you once more. "Would you accept my refusal and let me be?"

Your answer was in the silence which followed your question. The length it took him to come up with a suitable reply all but telling you what you had already known to be true. That there was no way out of this. It didn't matter what you wanted. It didn't matter what you thought. They had decided your fate when they had bonded you to them. The only choice you had in the matter was whether to try and fight it or just give in and accept it.

"Is that what you want?" Yeosang did his best to keep his response level, but you heard the way his voice still wobbled, hinting at the emotions that wavered treacherously beneath his carefully calculated expression.

"I don't know," you sighed, "but it would be nice to be given a choice. To have time to process everything and come to my own conclusion without you all butting in and deciding it for me."

"And if we had, would you have accepted us then?"

This time it was your silence that answered his question. The uncertainty of the situation making you pause for a second as he turned the table towards you. If things had been different, and it hadn't been forced on you in the manner it had, you honestly didn't know how you would have responded, but you had an inkling it would have been similar to how it was now. While you harbored strong frustrations towards each of them for taking your choice away from you, that wasn't why you were so hesitant over it all. That wasn't why you were so terrified at the prospect of being their mate.

If you were able to put your insecurities and frustrations aside, you thought things might have been different. There was no mistaking the physical attraction you felt towards each of them, the earlier incident evidence of that, nor the inward pull that had you yearning to get in close and stop avoiding them. Whether this was because of the bond that Hongjoong had put in place, the fact you were mates, or something else, you weren't sure. After all, you had felt some sort of connection to Seonghwa before the bond had taken hold, left in of the man before you.

You still remembered the strange pit that had formed in your stomach when you he had drank of your blood. Of all the times you had proffered your blood to heal another, it had never felt like such an intimate act as it had that night. At the time you had just assumed it was your nerves, terrified of the man in front of you, but what if it had been something more?

And though you didn't know them, not yet, at least, the attentiveness and kindness each of them had shown you during your time with them had been nice. You would never admit it out loud, but you had enjoyed that time with them more than you ever had with the humans. Having plenty of time to rest and recharge, being treated as a normal person, it was more than anyone had ever given you before. Never in your life had anyone ever treated you in such a way before. To have looked beyond your slit eyes or the lack of horns on your head and treated you kindly. It would have been the best week in your life if it hadn't been for the fact your life had hung in the balance.

And yet, there had been a reason they had chosen to look past what others had been unable to. They hadn't seen you as either daemon or human, but they hadn't seen you for who you truly were either. No, they had simply seen you as their mate and then treated you accordingly. And that singular fact hurt more than it would have if the opposite had been true. If they had simply treated you as the halfbreed you were.

"I'm aware that all of this is probably normal for you, that finding out your someone's mate is a more joyous occasion, but nothing about this is normal for me. It's foreign, confusing, and more than a little overwhelming. Having and finding your mate might simply be a way of life for you, but it's not the way I grew up where who we ended up with was a choice rather than something decided by fate. And though it might be a bit different for you than most daemons, Hongjoong has known about me my entire life and has had two decades to think things over and make a decision. And I didn't get any of that. I had it forced upon me before I even knew what was happening, so forgive me, pleasse," you took a deep breath, hands clenching at your sides and causing the nails to dig into your skin, "if I seem to have some reservations about it all."

"Which are perfectly valid, however hard they might be to here." As you neared the city's entrance, Yeosang reached out to you, pulling you to a stop next to him so that he had your full attention. "And though it may be wrong of me to ask this of you after everything that's happened, could you at least give us a try? Things may have started off badly, but is there nothing we can do to redeem ourselves? If it's time you need, we can give you that. All we ask, all I ask, is that you give us another chance before throwing it all away. Please, angel, I'm begging you."

The desperation in his voice caught you off guard. The way his eyes pleaded with you in that moment made your stomach twist and you were unable to hold his gaze for more than a few seconds as the feeling of vulnerability hit you once more. Here was one of the Seven, one of the most powerful beings in your world, all but begging for your forgiveness for the wrong he had done you.

You didn't know what scared you the most in that moment. The raw emotion buried within his words, the way he was looking at you as though you were the only thing that mattered, or the fact it was working.

You didn't want it too, still hurt and bitter about what they had done to you, but goddammit, he was right. As someone who had grown up helping others, you had grown up believing that everyone deserved a second chance at life, no matter what they had done. It was why you had been so willing to save the injured daemons. It was why you had been willing to save Seonghwa. Because who were you to decide whether or not they died? People made mistakes all the time and these mistakes were bound to hurt others, especially the ones closest to them. So, who were you to deny them that second chance when they seemed more than willing to change? When they were all but begging for you to let them redeem themselves?

"You said you can give me more time," you spoke slowly, trying to keep your own emotions under control. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

Yeosang straightened up, the grip in which he held you with tightening at the hopeful prospect your response elicited. "In whatever way you needed. We would ask that you still come with us to ensure your own safety and wellbeing, but we won't rush you into anything that you're not comfortable with. We can do things on your time if that's what you so wish."

"My time," you echoed his words, letting the implication of them hit. It wasn't ideal. Not since you had been forced into this whole ordeal to begin with, but it did offer you some small comfort knowing that the way things could and would proceed from here on out could be done at a pace and way you were comfortable with. "And all of you would be okay with that?"

"Of course. Anything you may need or want, we'll do. All you have to do is ask."

None of it truly changed what would happen, and you were fully aware that despite how you felt, you would still be going with them. It all just boiled down to whether you would go willingly or by force.

And yet, there was still some relief in knowing you now had time. You may have very well been in the same position you were before, having no real say in whether you got to stay or go, but there was some ease of mind knowing you could do things on your time, that you had some time to sort through your thoughts and feelings and not be forced into anything else you weren't comfortable with. There was peace in knowing you had some of the power in your hands, in knowing you still had some control over how exactly your fate would play out. It wasn't much, but it was more than you had before.

"Okay," you took another breath, doing your best to stop the blush that was creeping up the back of your neck at his words. You knew he didn't mean they would do absolutely anything for you, not if it meant losing you, but it still made your stomach flop. "I'll think about it."

~

Do you need something?

You jumped at the voice that rang out in your head, breaking the inner monologue you had been mulling over for the past twenty minutes in your attempt to decide whether it was a good time to approach him or not. Looking up, you saw Hongjoong had stopped sparring for the moment to talk with a daemon soldier, but his gaze had turned in your direction, brow raised as he awaited your response.

Can we talk?

To your surprise, he nodded. You hadn't known what exactly you were doing when it came to talking to him through the bond, but it seemed as though whatever you had done had worked and gotten through to him.

You had little time to celebrate your accomplishment, quickly noting the way he grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped up his conversation with the lesser daemon before making his way over. After talking with Yeosang the day before, you had spent the majority of that day and night thinking over everything he had said and what it had meant for you. And the more you pondered over it, the more you came to realize what your next step would have to be. Talking with Yeosang could only do so much. If you truly wanted to hash out what was to happen with you now and set the boundaries you wished to set, you were left with no choice but to speak with all of them. But first, you needed to clear a few things up with Hongjoong.

It had taken you nearly an hour to gather the courage to go through with it once you realized it was the next reasonable step for you to take, and then another once you had narrowed down his location in the camp. When you had seen what he was up to, you very nearly retreated then and there, especially since Wooyoung, San, and Jongho had also been there. This wasn't the first time you had found them here, often catching sight of one or two out in the fields on your way to some corner of the camp. And though you often diverted your eyes and hurried along, that hadn't stopped you from sneaking a few peaks as you did, especially today.

You had retreated to a nearby tree, doing your best to shroud your body in shadows as you attempted to wait him out before fully giving up. And though your eyes had done their best to focus on the sketchbook in hand, it hadn't stopped them from peaking over the cover every so often. You had told yourself it was to check and see if Hongjoong was free yet, but the excuse never covered the way your eyes lingered for a few extra seconds before returning to your lap.

You knew they were skilled, but it was still something else seeing them in action. Even if they weren't using their full potential against each other, it was still clear to you why none of them had ever been stopped before. Your eyes had struggled to keep up with their movements, not just from the speed in which they moved, but the way their muscles had rippled, eliciting a very similar feeling to the one with Yeosang before.

"C'mon, why don't we go somewhere a little more private?"

You jumped once more at his approach, quickly shutting the sketchbook in your lap and hoping he didn't take notice of the fact it was him who you had been drawing. Only once it was safely tucked away did you take the hand he extended towards you and allowed him to help pull you to your feet.

You struggled to get a read on him, taking quick note of the distance he had put between the two of you since the last time you had talked. He was guarded, more so than he had been the last time, and you were quickly reminded of the way things had ended between you. Of the last words you had said to him. And though they had been the truth, you still began to regret them in that moment, fully aware of the way they had cut him and how you would have never dared to say it if it hadn't been for your own heightened emotions.

"I'm sorry if anything I said or did that night hurt you," you started once he had led you back to the place where it had begun between you. "It's just, everything happened so fast and nothing you said or did could have prepared me for what you said and I panicked."

"You have no reason to apologize. You were right in what you had said. I never should have bonded you to us then. Not without your consent, and in doing so, I had hurt you." He leaned against the table that took up the center of the room, looking everywhere but at you. "It was just so overwhelming finally seeing you after all that time that I didn't think. I was terrified of losing you, and after everything I had been through to finally get to this point, I acted on impulse to make sure I never would. It might not feel this way from your view, but I did it for you. Everything I did was for you. To ensure your safety. To ensure your happiness. And yet, I've already failed."

You sunk down on the edge of the bed, the effect his words had on you making you unstable. The intimacy in his tone making you all the more uncomfortable, even more so since it was coming from him. Even with all the time you had spent processing everything, to not only be in his presence, but at the end of his concern, was still so strange. You weren't used to this type of attention, this care and concern they all seemed to shower onto you, and it only added to the insecurities that had plagued you since he had revealed you were their mate.

"What you did wasn't right, and I'm still struggling with my frustrations towards you all for it, but after talking with Yeosang and thinking over some things myself, I think I might be willing to give this all a chance, but," you raised your hand before he had a chance to respond, "I still need to clarify a few things with you and the others first. And then, if I'm comfortable with the answers you give me, maybe we can work something out. Or at least make me more willing to go with you."

"Of course. Please, ask away."

He did his best to contain the reaction your response gave, but you still felt a shiver of excitement roll through you in that instance. And though you didn't know exactly how you knew it, you were fully aware that emotion hadn't been your own, but the man's next to you. His emotions momentarily leaking into you through the bond that linked you.

"In a minute." You shook your head. "Not only do I think that it would be best if everyone was present for them so I can hear from you altogether, but there's still something I need to discuss with you before we can move on to that."

"Your father," Hongjoong answered for you. "Yes, Yeosang said you would probably come asking about it."

"I need to know what happened. If he was innocent, and someone else is to blame for my mother's death," your breath shook, the thought of finally discovering what had gone down that night was nearly overwhelming, "I think I deserve to know."

"I'll tell you, but," he lifted a finger to stop the rebuttal that began to claw its way out of your throat at but, "it won't be easy to hear. And I don't doubt you'll wish to be alone once the story has been told in full. If you wish to talk to us about making things work, I doubt you'll feel much like talking once we're done here."

You took a deep breath, the ominous message behind his words making you shiver. Yeosang had said things were more complicated than they seemed from the surface, but both had hinted at the truth being hard to hear. And why was that? Because they had allowed the thought of your father actually being a good man to bloom? And to hear he had still snapped and killed your mother would only serve to make it worse for you than it had been before?

"Then I guess you'll just have to wait." You set your face and nodded your confirmation. Hard to hear or not, this was something you still needed to know. Especially if the rest of them had also played a role in it all.

"My father was not a kind man, and he did many terrible things during his reign as king. He craved the power his position held and did everything he could to gain more, no matter the cost. He loathed the fact that I was stronger than him, that I could take everything away from him if I so wished, so he did everything in his power to ensure I kept my place beneath him." His words mirrored a similar sentiment Yeosang had held towards the the former king and you were quick to notice how they elicited a similar response from him. "And as time went on and the daemons became less happy with his rule, his paranoia became increasingly worse and only served to add to the cruelty he showed them. It was clear that someone needed to put a stop to it, and that I was one of the only daemons who was able to stop him, but I didn't know how. I was stronger, but he knew my weaknesses and played them to his strengths. He knew how close I was with my own guard and had no shame in exploiting it. He may have been no match for me, but my guard was not and they were the ones who suffered whenever I stepped out of line."

"He hurt them?"

It was just as much a statement for yourself to process just exactly he was hinting at as it was a question to him, absolutely appalled. When Yeosang had mentioned the previous king had been cruel, you had expected a cruelty akin to the rumors you had grown up hearing about daemons as a whole. You hadn't expected to hear of a man who was so jealous of his own son and the power he held, that he actively hurt others to make sure he did exactly what he wanted him to.

"My father took great pride in the ability he obtained from my grandfather, the one that allowed him to take control of another person's body so long as some of his blood had entered their system. For reasons we never did quite understand, it did not work against me, nor was I able to use it against him, so all I could do was stand and watch as he made them enact his cruelty on them, themselves." Hongjoong shuddered, and despite everything he had done to you, it didn't stop the wave of sympathy that filled you in that moment. "They always insisted it was fine. That it wasn't my fault, but how was it not? If I so much as questioned anything he did or showed the slightest ounce of disobedience, they were the ones who suffered for it."

"But they were right." You stood up from your seat on the bed, cautiously approaching him and placing your hand against the one he had braced against the table behind him. "It wasn't your fault. That blame lies on your father. Not you. And no matter what he might have said to convince you otherwise, he's wrong."

"Thank you." He seemed surprised by your presence, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he only leaned further into you, shifting his body closer towards yours. "That means a lot coming from you, even if I don't quite believe or deserve it. But, you didn't come to me to hear about my past, but what happened to your father." He paused for a second, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You see, your father may have been one of the king's guards, but he hated the man he had become. He refused to stand by and allow the cruelty to continue, so one day he approached me when my father was out of town. He told me what he had been thinking and proposed a plan to assassinate my father. It was a good plan if done perfectly, one where no one would end of being killed, but before we could follow through with it, it fell through. Despite the precautions we had put in place, my father still somehow received word of something going on. And I swear, if it wasn't for your father or Seoyun, all of us would have probably died that night."

You shook at the wave of fear that coursed through you in that moment, tightening your hold on his hand as you blinked back the tears his sorrow caused. The pain and anguish that filled him was nearly overwhelming, and it was only a fraction of what he had felt that night.

"Angel, I'm so sorry." His frown increased when he looked up to see the tears that lined your eyes, suddenly aware that he had slipped and allowed his emotions to flow over into you. "I didn't-"

"It's okay." You shook your head, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze to tell him it was fine. "I don't mind. I mean, can I really complain after the hell I've probably caused you to go through because I can't control mine yet? You don't have to worry about keeping them locked away, at least not for my sake."

He nodded, though you still felt the emotions pull back from you in the moments that followed. "Seoyun was able to settle his rage before anything got too out of hand, and to ensure something like this never happened again, he sent Minsu away to the humans. And for the next fifteen years, I didn't dare step another foot out of line; at least not until you suddenly appeared in my life."

"This Seoyun you mentioned, who is she?"

"A... childhood friend and someone who's saved our lives more times than I can count. You see, she's one of the daemons who have seemed to slip through the cracks of the spell and was born with a unique ability. Without her ability to influence others' emotions, we never would have been able to quell my father's rage when he got worked up."

You nodded, wondering why he had paused in mentioning his relation to this woman and if it meant what you thought it meant. You didn't care. Really you didn't. You knew Hongjoong was your mate, but that didn't mean that you wanted him in that way. At least not yet. And if he had past relations with other women, you didn't care.

"But, like I said," Hongjoong continued, pulling your thoughts from Seoyun and what might have occurred between the two of them before, "your father was sent to observe the humans and I didn't dare to try anything else until my first vision of you appeared. Even to this day, I can still see it clearly. Of Minsu's face staring down at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. If the shock of you finally being born wasn't enough, it was knowing you were Minsu's daughter. And unfortunately for all of us, I wasn't able to hide my emotions well enough and it wasn't long before my father found out."

"He killed them, didn't he?"

You had known it was coming, but it did little to lighten the weight of it as the realization sunk in. You had never known either of your parents; at least not long enough for you to count, but knowing the truth still hurt because it changed everything. You had had your suspicions over the years through Soomin, but knowing that he had truly loved her, had truly loved you, sent you reeling.

"We tried to stop him. Once I recieved word he was traveling to Maehwa, Yeosang and I raced after him, but we were too late to save your mother. Fortunately, Minsu had some warning, as you and your siblings were gone by the time my father arrived. And to ensure he didn't spend the next weeks hunting you three down, Yeosang used his ability to fake your deaths."

You were silent, fighting the wave of emotions that soard through you. Hongjoong had been right when he said the truth would be hard to hear, but not in the way you had expected. Hearing your father was actually a monster would have been easy to hear compared to this. Compared to the knowledge his and your mother's deaths were all because of you.

"No," Hongjoong shook his head, hearing the direction your thoughts had taken. The hand under yours slipped out, reaching for your chin and forcing you to look up at him. "It wasn't your fault. If anyone's to blame, it's me. If I had done a better job at hiding it, he never would have found out and your parents would have never died. It's my fault, angel. Not yours. It's my fault for not standing up to my father when I should have. So if you have to put the blame somewhere, put it on me."

It was strange; mourning people you had never even known. Mourning a life that had never been yours and yet, could have if things had only played out a little different. For years, you had kept everything bottled up inside, hiding the pain behind a mask of anger. And now that the anger was gone, there was nothing to stop the sorrow that had built up all those years.

You're a lot like him, you know, Yeosang had said. He would have absolutely adored you.

At the time you had hated those words, hated him for comparing yourself to your father, but now, now they sent a wave of warmth flowing through you.

"I won't lie, part of me wants to, but I can't and I won't." You closed your eyes, understanding now why Hongjoong had warned you about hearing the truth and why Yeosang had insisted it was him you hear it from. "Because it's not true. It's not right. Your father's sins are not your own and he's the only one we have the right to blame here, however hard it may be."

At the time you had hated those words, hated him for comparing yourself to your father, but now, now they sent a wave of warmth and encouragement flowing through you.

"Angel." The word was nothing more than a breath and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled you flush against him and into a tight embrace.

You tensed, fully aware of just who was holding you as though his very life depended on it. But at the soft, mumbling "Thank you," that followed, you allowed yourself to slowly sink into his touch, wrapping your own arms around him. After everything the both of you had gone through to get to this point right here, this was something you both needed.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." Hongjoong was the first to pull back, stepping fully away. "Do you wish to be alone?"

"No," you shook your head, "You may stay if you wish. I... I might have more questions for you in a moment."

"Of course," he nodded, "whatever you need."

He guided you to back to the bed and you sank down along the edge with little resistance, giving your legs some much needed rest before they collapsed on you. He sat down beside you, far enough away that you had enough space to be comfortable, but close enough to know he was there if you were to need anything.

"You came after me, why? You could have just left me and the others to die, but you didn't. Why?"

"Because you were my mate. I would have done anything and everything to keep you safe."

“But I was a halfbreed.”

"Perhaps when I was younger I might have cared. I'm not proud to say that I viewed half-daemons differently then and I could blame it on the way I was raised and the community I grew up in, but I should have known better. I should have known that one's lineage or blood had nothing to do on their character." He took a deep breath, carefully gauging your reaction out of the corner of his eyes. "It was your father who helped to change my view, as well as other members of my guard who had spent their first few years of life differently than I. So, when it came to be known that Yeosang wasn't fully daemon, I realized everything my father had told me was wrong. They weren't a pest or scourge so many daemons liked to claim. They weren't any less than those pure of blood. For how could they, when one of them had helped to save myself and the other guard members from my father's wrath so may times?

"And never once did I ever think negatively of you for your lineage. In fact, I cherished it. Because I knew through you, change might finally come."

"I think," you spoke after a few moments of silence, "I think I'd like to have that talk with you and the others now."

"Are you sure, angel? You don't have to, we can-"

"No, I'm sure." You nodded. "Knowing the truth of what happened to my father might have been difficult to hear and it might be a while before I can fully take in what happened, but there is also great relief in it as well. I'll now mourn for them and the life that could have been, but knowing that my father was innocent has lifted a weight on my shoulders I didn't even know was there. And for the first time in my life, I'm... I'm proud to say he was my father." Tears pricked at your eyes, the weight that was lifted at admitting those words causing another wave of emotions to course through you. "And after everything you've just told me, about him and the others, there are other questions I wish to ask, but feel as though it would be better if everyone was here."

"If that is what you wish, then I will call them."

"Thank you," you replied, doing your best to wipe the last of the tears away and to straighten yourself up before the others arrived.

At no surprise to you, Seonghwa was the first to arrive, teleporting next to you mere seconds after Hongjoong had informed you they were on their way. You had expected him to pull such a move, wanting to beat the others to you, but you still jumped when he suddenly appeared beside you.

Mingi and Yunho were next to arrive, whispering between themselves as they entered the tent. Their words fell away when they saw you sitting in between Hongjoong and Seonghwa on the bed, and they each sent a reassuring smile in your direction alongside their greeting.

San, Wooyoung, and Jongho followed closely after, the dust scattered across their clothes and the hair that clung to the back of their necks and face showing they must have continued sparring throughout your conversation with Hongjoong.

The last to arrive was Yeosang, and his appearance quickly brought back everything Hongjoong had said about him. How he had saved your life when he used his ability to make the former king believe you to already be dead and how he had also used it to save the others from him as well.

Just what had they gone through before? Hongjoong mentioned no specifics when it came to the way his father had punished each of them, but the pain you had felt through Hongjoong was all you needed to know. The suffering they had gone through at his hands was something you could never fully understand, but it didn't stop the burst of sympathy that came through you or the sudden urge you had to comfort them. To tell you how sorry you were for the pain they had endured and how you wished you could have been there to ease it.

But that would have to wait. Now was not the time nor place for it, and if you wanted to get to that place, you would need to secure your footing with them now. You couldn't afford to let yourself get pulled into their lives when you were still wondering just what your place with them was.

"I called you all here because I've done quite a bit of thinking these past few days," you began, eyes trained at the hands fiddling in your lap, "and despite things starting off rather badly, after talking with Yeosang and Hongjoong, I think I might just be willing to give this whole thing a try. To give you all a try, but I do have some final questions for all of you before I make my final decision. The first being what exactly would it look like if I were to accept?"

"I should think it would be obvious," Hongjoong began when the responsibility of the answer fell on him. "You are my mate, and through the bond that now binds us all, you are also theirs. Each of us are in agreement to treat you as such. You'll be taken care of, given anything you may require or desire, and when the proper time comes, you'll become queen."

"And you're all okay with that?" Your voice shook, unable to ignore the fact Hongjoong had just explicitly stated he had full intention of making you his queen when the time came. But you pushed it aside for the moment, choosing to focus on the more important topic at the moment; the one that your fate balanced upon. "This whole sharing a mate thing, I mean. You're all okay with it?"

"It was a bit strange at first, sure," Mingi was the one to respond first, beating Hongjoong. "I don't think any of us were expecting it to happen when Hongjoong was crowned and the bond reached its full strength, but you have to understand the bond between mates is unlike anything else, and many consider it to be the most sacred aspects of the maetha inside us. As someone who had never experienced this feeling until a few years ago, I'll be the first to attest that it's not something you can just easily push aside. And the additional bond that ties us all together only further intensifies those feelings."

"It's not very often mates end up rejecting one another, and there's good reason for it," Yunho continued. "You might not feel it quite as strongly as us due to your human side, but I'm sure even you can feel it to some extent, especially with our other bond. A yearning that starts in the pit of your stomach, growing stronger with each passing moment you spend together and subconsciously pulling you in closer, filling you with a desire that becomes harder and harder to ignore. And then that terrible aching in your chest when you're apart from each other, growing worse the longer you're away. Not enough to kill you, but enough to drive you to near insanity."

"It's why the Black Guard are born without mates." Seonghwa added at your side, and you were quick to note the truth behind Yunho's earlier words. At some point in the conversation, Seonghwa had placed his hand down on the bed behind you and you found yourself slowly leaning back into it, nearly closing the gap between you. "To neglect them of a bond that powerful would be torture and they would never be able to fulfill their roles and put the king before any and everyone else. Hongjoong knew this, so when we discovered what had happened when we each saw the vision of you on your eighteenth birthday, he wasted little time in deciding what would happen and that we would all just share you."

"It might be strange, but we've almost spent a century together at this point. Our entire lives have been spent leaning and trusting on one another. The idea that we would now all share a mate felt more natural than any of us had expected. And as someone who's always yearned to experience a relationship such as this, it was like a dream come true." Jongho's face tinted pink at his confession, and the sincerity in which he looked at you in that moment almost caused you to blush.

It was the very same sincerity that traced each of their features, all but ensuring each of them were speaking the truth. As crazy as it was to you, none of them seemed bothered by the fact they would be sharing you, nor show any trace of jealousy, at least at the moment. Not even Hongjoong, who made no motion to rebuke any of the their statements, caring more about them and their own wellbeing than being upset by the fact he would be sharing his mate with each of them.

"I'll admit you've each put up a pretty convincing argument," you began after a few moments of silence, "but you're all skipping over a rather important piece of information, especially if you're convinced of treating me the way you claim you will. How are the other daemons going to respond to this? This bond between us and your history with my kind might have made it easier for each of you to accept me, but what about the others? What will you do when my presence causes an uproar? Because believe me, it will."

“If anyone were to speak ill of you or attempt to harm you in any way, they’ll be dealt with accordingly-”

"In which case you don't mean murdering them, right?" You quirked a brow over at San, knowing exactly what the hand of justice looked like to the daemons. Hongjoong might have not been his father, but his past actions had shwon he was just as willing to kill for the right reason. "You can't just go around killing anyone and everyone who has wronged me in some way. Not only is that a terrible way to foster a better relationship between daemons and my kind, but it makes me feel terrible," you continued, stopping him or anyone else who tried to rebuke your sentiments. "And besides, if you did, then just about everyone in this world would be dead, including each of you."

"You make a valid point, but," Mingi responded, elbowing San in the side to get him to shut up before he said anything else that might have upset you further, "if anyone dared to threaten your life or safety, none of us can guarantee that we would be able to reign in our wrath the way you might want us to. We're not quite as merciful as you are, angel."

"Not that anyone would ever be able to make it that far though," Wooyoung piped up. "None of us would ever let anything happen to you. Your safety and happiness are our top priority."

"Perhaps there may be times when death is unavoidable, but I hope you would only act on it if my life was actually in danger and there was no other choice. Otherwise, I would prefer not only for you to not kill them, but to let me deal with it on my own. I may not be very capable in a fight, but I can handle a few nasty words thrown my way. I've had my whole life to practice, after all," you sighed, already fully aware of the chaos your presence was going to cause and wondering what the hell you were thinking to consider willingly subjecting yourself to it.

"Which leads me to another important note. If this is going to work, you're going to let me do things my way and on my own time. I'm still beyond frustrated at you all and the way you forced me into this. And though coming to learn your actions might have been done with a pure intent, that doesn't excuse them or change the fact they still hurt me. For weeks I was left confused and terrified for my life. I thought I was going to die, and then you dump this crazy, fucking mess on me, leaving me even more confused and terrified than I was before." You paused for just a moment, catching your breath. "My whole life I've been told I'm nothing and that I'll amount to nothing. I've been called any and all the names for a person of my status and have been rejected because of it more times than I can count. And sure, you learn to ignore it after a while, otherwise you'll drive yourself insane, but that doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. Each and every insult and rejection slowly chipping away at me." You pulled your knees up to your chest, burying your chin in between them. "And when everyone around you holds that same sentiment towards you, it only takes so long for it to start creeping in. You can only tell yourself it's not true for so long before you start to fall for their lies. Before you start to believe it yourself. So when you tell me something completely different than what I've been led to believe my entire life, it's... hard. And it hurts. It hurts because..."

I know if I wasn’t your mate, none of you would have made a passing glance in my direction. 

You didn't dare voice it out loud, not quite ready to bare yourself that much to them, but at the way Seonghwa's arm tensed behind you, you knew you had just done it again and each one of them had heard the words that had just rang through your head.

"And believe me when I say I don't blame you for it. After all, why would you?" Your words were soft, muffled against your legs as you sunk further into yourself. "I mean, you're the fucking daemon king and his seven generals; the most powerful men in this part of the world. And I'm what? Just someone who was lucky to be born. So why would any of you have ever given me a passing thought if it wasn't for the fate that now ties us altogether?"

"Angel-"

"No," you shook your head, cutting Yunho off. "I didn't tell you any of that to gain your sympathy or pity, so please don't give it to me. It'll only make things worse for me. I only wish for you to understand why I reacted in the way I did. To understand why I hold so many reservations towards it all and why we have to do it my way for things to work. Because if we continue down this road you've started, it's not going to end well for any of us."

“Take any and all the time you need, angel,” Wooyoung responded. “We’ll be here waiting whenever you’re ready.”

“Even if it takes years?”

“We’re daemons, remember, pretty?” Seonghwa doesn’t miss a beat beside you. “Once you start nearing a century, a few years is nothing.”

“And what if it was a century?”

“I’ve waited that long already, what’s another one?” Hongjoong returned. “Especially now that I’ve finally found you.”

“If that’s what you believe, then you’re crazy,” you huffed, but a hint of a smile tugged at your lips. “No one is worth that long of a wait.”

“Then I guess we’re all just crazy,” San hummed from across the room. “Because I, for one, think you are more than worth the wait.”

At the murmur of agreement that traversed the room, you found yourself burying your head in your legs once more. No longer from an attempt to comfort yourself, but from the way their words left a blush to bloom across your face. Never in your life had anyone expressed this sort of sentiment towards you, and you struggled to control the way your stomach flipped at the thought. 

And for the first time since you had met them, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this life wouldn’t be too bad. If maybe the fate that had tied you to them wasn’t the end of the world. That maybe, just maybe, a part of you was almost happy to be their mate. 

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Can I have Jealous Kylian Mbappe headcanons please

this is kinda similar to what i have written before but this time ill do the hcs with bf!kylian cause why not im bored and this is short im sorry!!! <33 thankyou for requesting

let's be honest here

knowing that THE kylian mbappe was your man.. other men were already staying away from you

i mean who wants to mess with him 💀

kylian loved it

he love love loved going out with you and always being in contact with you physically just to rub it in their faces

he is cocky like that

so are you tho, always making sure to have your arm around kylian's whenever you're in public

you were both such stubborn people who gave anyone who wanted to come in the middle a stank face

but there are rare moments when people really do test your guy

poor dude all he wanted was a drink at a party ... and by the time he's back you're surrounded by people trying to buy you drinks in a 'friendly way'

you were in an awkward position but then you felt his hand on your waist and you were like alright its over now LOL

kylian knows how to handle situations like these so well

he's like so nice but so mean

its really hot

you'd be the first one to notice his snarky remarks when he's talking to the men trying to impress you, and while you're trying to hold in your giggles he's right beside you telling them to sweetly, nicely, joyfully fuck off

dont even get me started on how his hands dont leave you after that moment

"kyky, you don't have to keep me close all night."

"oh but i want to, baby."

he's so smooth with everything oh my gosh im sorry but holy shit this man

he made sure paparazzi got some nice photos of you both making out that night

whenever someone tries to hit on you, for him its like a light switch when he remembers he can actually show you off

he's a "let them know who this ass belongs to" type of guy.

now do with that information what you will.