#[ bell interacts ] melody

[kyujosha]

008. ▸ tags 》 belle dumont . . .

[starrylanex]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

PAIRING - bucky barnes x reader

SUMMARY - bucky cant help but get jealous at stark’s party as he watches you interact with the others, because all he wants to do is kiss you then and there

WC - 1,1k

EXTRA - one use of y/n, bucky being jealous and overprotective, stark being a smartass,

NOTES - hi angels, if i made a patreon where i would update regularly with longer fics and answer your asks quicker, would anyone support me there too?

PS. - english isn’t my first language so if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes please don’t hesitate to point them out:))

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the rhythmic pulse of music filled the opulent halls of stark tower, the vibrant lights casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the dance floor. tony stark's parties were legendary, a whirlwind of glamour, extravagance, and hedonism. yet amidst the glittering throng of guests, bucky barnes found himself feeling distinctly out of place.

clad in a sleek suit that hugged his muscular frame, bucky stood at the edge of the room, his steel-blue eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of wariness and apprehension. his grip tightened around the crystal tumbler in his hand as he watched the scene unfold before him.

amidst the sea of revelers, his gaze inevitably found its way to you, the object of his affection and the reason for his unease. you moved with effortless grace, your laughter ringing out like a melody amidst the voices.

bucky's heart clenched painfully in his chest as he watched you interact with the other guests, a swarm of admirers vying for your attention. he knew he had no right to feel this way—no claim over you—but the sight of other men hovering around you like vultures sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through his veins.

"hey there, buckaroo," a voice interrupted his thoughts, and bucky turned to see tony stark himself sauntering up to him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"enjoying the party?" tony asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief and sipping on his own glass of champagne.

bucky forced a tight smile, the tension in his jaw betraying his true feelings. "yeah, it's a real blast," he replied tersely, his gaze flickering back to where you were standing across the room.

tony followed his line of sight and chuckled knowingly. "ah, i see. keeping an eye on y/n, are we?" he teased, nudging bucky playfully.

bucky bristled at the implication, his jaw clenching in frustration. "she's just a friend," he muttered through gritted teeth, though the words felt hollow even to his own ears.

tony raised an eyebrow, his expression one of mock disbelief. "right, just a friend," he echoed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "tell me, barnes, do you always look at your friends like you want to devour them whole?"

bucky's cheeks flushed crimson at the implication, a surge of guilt mingling with the simmering jealousy in his chest. he opened his mouth to protest, but before he could utter a word, a commotion erupted across the room.

a group of boisterous guests had gathered around you, their laughter ringing out like a chorus of bells. bucky's heart plummeted as he watched a particularly persistent admirer step too close for comfort, his hand lingering on your lower back.

without a second thought, bucky was striding across the room, his jaw set in a steely resolve. he reached you in a matter of seconds, his presence looming over the other man like a thundercloud.

"is there a problem here?" bucky's voice was low and dangerous, a warning laced with thinly veiled menace. winter soldier coming through for a second.

the other man recoiled at the sudden intrusion, his eyes widening in surprise. "n-no, no problem at all," he stammered, taking a hasty step back.

bucky's gaze never wavered from yours as he gently took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "come on," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos of the party. "let's get out of here."

you nodded wordlessly, your heart pounding in your chest as bucky led you away from the crowd, his protective presence a shield against the world outside.

as you slipped away into the quiet solitude of the night, the tangled web of jealousy and desire that had ensnared you both seemed to unravel, leaving only the fragile threads of something deeper—a connection that transcended words and boundaries, binding you together in ways neither of you could fully comprehend.

the cool night air greeted bucky and you as the two of you stepped out onto the balcony, the cacophony of the party fading into the distance behind you. bucky's grip on your hand remained firm but gentle, a silent reassurance in the darkness.

"i'm sorry," you murmured, breaking the tense silence that hung between them. "i didn't mean to cause a scene back there."

bucky shook his head, his expression softening as he turned to face you. "you didn't do anything wrong, angel," he replied earnestly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "i just couldn't stand seeing you surrounded by those assholes."

a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips, gratitude warming your heart at his words. "thank you, bucky," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "for always looking out for me.

bucky's heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in your eyes, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. "always," he vowed, his voice filled with quiet determination.

for a long moment, the two of you stood together in comfortable silence, the only sound the gentle rustle of the wind against the city skyline and faded music coming from the party. the weight of unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air.

then, without warning, something came over him, and bucky's hand cupped your cheek, his touch tender yet possessive as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. time seemed to stand still as you gazed into each other's eyes, the world around you fading into obscurity.

he waited patiently for you to move away form him, to give him a sign that this wasn’t what you wanted, but you stayed still, waiting for him to finish what he started.

and then, with a soft exhale, bucky closed the distance between you two, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss that spoke of promises yet to be fulfilled. it was a moment of pure vulnerability, a silent confession of the feelings that had long simmered beneath the surface.

as you finally pulled away, not because you wanted to, but because you had to take a breath, the world seemed to shift on its axis, the weight of uncertainty replaced by a newfound sense of clarity. in each other's arms, the two of you found solace amidst the chaos, a beacon of light guiding them through the darkness.

"i don't ever want to lose you, precious," bucky whispered, his voice barely audible above the whisper of the wind.

you smiled softly, your heart overflowing with emotion as you pressed closer to him, seeking refuge in his embrace. "you won't," you promised, the words a vow etched in the depths of your soul. "i'm right here, bucky. Always. and i dont plan on going anywhere anytime soon."

and as you stood together beneath the starlit sky, your intertwined hands a symbol of the unbreakable bond that bound you two together, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, hand in hand, hearts entwined in a love that defied all odds.

[kinascum]

LATER, BOY - M. STURNIOLO

SUMMARY: Nerd!Matt admires Popular!Reader from afar until he gathers the courage to approach her, sparking a journey of self-discovery and budding romance.

CONTENTS: NERD!Matt, POPULAR!reader, second hand embarrassment from Matt, Matt's a simp im sorry

WORDCOUNT: 745

next part (coming soon)

Matt's eyes remained glued to the screen of his phone, scrolling through the endless feed of social media updates. His thumb hovered over the heart button, contemplating whether to like or pass the latest post from Y/N, the vibrant girl who always had a smile for everyone. Her laughter echoed through the school halls, and her voice was a melody that filled every corner with warmth. He had heard it a hundred times, but had never dared to join the conversations she so effortlessly navigated.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to look up. Y/N was there, in the flesh, standing just a few feet away from him, surrounded by her usual gaggle of friends. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, and she offered a smile that seemed to be just for him. His heart stumbled in his chest, and he quickly returned to the safety of his screen, cheeks flaming. It was a daily dance, one he was too scared to break out of. But today was different. He felt a strange resolve coalescing within him, urging him to step out of his comfort zone.

With trembling hands, he shoved his phone into his pocket and approached her group. The air grew thick with anticipation as he got closer, each step feeling like a mile. "Hey, Y/N," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. She looked over, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Hi, Matt!" she exclaimed, her voice as cheerful as ever. The others in her group turned to look at him, and he felt the weight of their collective gaze. His heart was racing now, a wild stallion in his chest.

"I just wanted to tell you," he began, the words tumbling out faster than he could control, "that I think you're really amazing. Like, the most amazing person I've ever met." He felt the heat of his own embarrassment, but pushed through it, his eyes never leaving hers. The group had gone quiet, watching the unfolding scene with curious expressions. Y/N's smile grew softer, and she took a step closer to him. "That's really sweet, Matt," she said, her voice gentle. "Thank you."

For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Then she reached out and placed a hand on his arm. "But, I uh... I have to go. I'm late for practice." And with that, she turned away, leaving him standing there, stunned. His heart sank, the brief spark of hope extinguished by the cold reality of his situation. He watched her retreating back, the words he had rehearsed a hundred times in his head now seeming so trivial. He had taken the plunge, and all he had to show for it was a simple thank you.

The conversation around him resumed, but he barely heard it. His mind was racing with thoughts of what he could have said, what he should have done differently. But as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, he realized that he had done it. He had talked to her. And she had talked back. It was a small victory, but it was something. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him after all. As he gathered his books and started walking to his next class, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, a glimmer that grew stronger with each step he took away from the shadow of his shyness.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. His mind kept replaying their brief interaction, analyzing every word, every gesture. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, that the invisible barrier that had separated them for so long had been breached. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, he found himself walking home with a slightly lighter step, his thoughts swirling with the possibility of what could come next.

The next day, as he made his way to his locker, he saw her again. She was talking to a group of friends, her laughter pealing through the hallway. His heart quickened, and he felt the same fear and excitement that had gripped him the day before. But this time, he didn't hesitate. He walked straight up to her, his books clutched tightly to his chest. "Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice a little steadier this time. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she gave him a smile that seemed to hold a hint of curiosity.

"Hi, Matt," she replied, her voice as bright as the sun. "How was your day?" He swallowed, trying to form a coherent response. "It was okay," he said, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. "I heard about the game tomorrow," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Are you going?" He nodded, his heart racing. "Yeah, I might go." It was a lie. He had no intention of going to the game, but the thought of seeing her there made his palms sweat. "Maybe I'll see you there," she said, and with a wave, she was off again, leaving him to stare after her, feeling like he had just been handed the world on a silver platter.

The days that followed were a series of small moments like this. They passed each other in the halls, exchanged brief hellos, and occasionally shared a smile. Each interaction was a tiny victory for Matt, each smile a beacon of hope that grew brighter with every passing second. He began to feel less like the invisible nerd and more like a boy with a chance. He started to pay more attention to his appearance, wearing clothes that made him feel confident, practicing his smile in the mirror until it didn't feel forced. The slow burn of their friendship was growing into something more, something he hadn't dared to dream of.

tags! @sturnstvs @gxldenlush @immattsslut @slut4chriss hope you liked!

[ladybyakuya]

| BRAZIL + TASUKU TSUBAKINO.

+cw. — advisor!Tasuku Tsubakino x fem!singer!reader, musical au,band au, bofurin as band, mention of show pub ougi bar so manga spoilers, first meeting, usage of some canonical elements, rockstar!umemiya hajime, angst,hurt, misunderstanding ( ? ), confession, smut, mature content ahead. title based on song brazil by Declan McKenna

+wc. — 2k

+syn.— Tsubaki likes you while you know that he loves umemiya hajime and that is where jealousy comes into play but when it does it always turns the world upside down.

+notes. — this is a collab piece via wind breaker server ( the bofurin brothel ) hosted by our beloved mel ( @gimme-hiragi ). i used tsubaki instead of tsubakino because that's how he likes to be addressed. he is one of my favs >:)). dividers by cafekitsune | redirect to blog navigation.

+tags. — @stunie @prettyiwa

The stage curtains are drawn out granting a manageable access for the sunlight to pour into the empty stage. The pebble bar lights are not alive. There is no need for those but only during nights. Tsubaki is staring at the stage with a daze in his eyes as you connect the chords, set the microphone, and grab the headphones. For someone who can ignite the dormant rhythm in people’s hearts with the melody of your voice, you are an eerily silent soul. You clean the headphones with your handkerchief before putting it on. The only sound that could be heard was breathing: one was even like a pond while the other was uneven like a mountain range. Despite how quiet you are, Tsubaki can still pick up the rhythm of your body and soul: the footsteps, the breathing, Tsubaki watches as you take the stance of singing in front of the microphone.  He always does. He comes every Friday morning to watch you practice and as for you, you practice singing without any instruments or gadgets every morning, when the entire bar is in deep slumber. Clearing your throat, you start to sing but at first, just with wordless tunes, scaling your voice.

The lyrics:

{ heard he lives down a river somewhere

With six cars and a grizzly bear

He's got eyes, but he can't see

Well, he talks like an angel, but he looks like me

Oh, Lord

Oh, Lord }

Tsubaki rests his chin in between the slit of his index finger and thumb, elbow fixed on the table beside the glass of a strawberry milkshake. His eyes straw away due to the jingle of the bell coming from afar that is located at the apex of the back door. Someone is here. Tsubaki can not see them until they step into the main arena. Maybe they are from the staff section he consoles himself. He looks at you to check if you are expecting someone’s arrival at this time of the day but he finds you immersed in your voice. With those headphones on he doubts you could barely hear anything.

The thing is your Friday mornings solely belong to Tsubaki so anyone else is just noise to him but you do not know that. You know that every Friday morning he turns up sharp at 9 o clock without his twin bodyguards. He murmurs under his breath, “The music you play in bars is more real than what I play in stadiums.” and sips the strawberry milkshake through the pink straw.

You cover the microphone with your palm; moving your head away from it a little you retort tartly. “Oh? That’s new. Are you mocking bofurin?”

Tsubaki's red lips have a tinge of the pinkish milkshake he just sipped. He could not even gulp it down. Azure eyes go static, a palm over his mouth. Awkward. Waiting. 

“That’s what I thought. You could never,” you chime with a smile plastered on your face that you often maneuver during interaction of any sort with customers. He finally gulps down the strawberry milkshake. It feels stale and does not help with either the heat or the bubbling tension amongst his chest ribs. The moment you were about to sing again, your eyes switched to the entrance of the bar lounge.

Tsubaki’s sky lake eyes follow as he murmurs, “Umemiya-kun. . .?” it sparkles as if the sun shone upon him after a cloudy day.

Your mouth fell open ajar. How courageous of Umemiya to roam as free as a bird carrying all the fame and fortune on his back. “I hope you’re not looking for a place to hide, Haji.” you quipped gaining the attention of pair of eyes in the room.

Umemiya swigs his palm in front of his face exclaiming with zest, “No. No. Not at all.” He walks towards the stage and stands in front of you. Now, you can see both: Tsubaki and Umemiya. “Can’t I come visit an old friend?”

That would be unusual for a rockstar of his status. He has just started new heights. Recklessness sure follows wherever there is popularity and financial prosperity. Even with all that, it is unusual for him to pay an unscheduled visit for him. Could it be he is out in the wild, hinting at his muse? 

“you’re stuck.” Umemiya’s gigantic smile disappears instantly. Oh! That must be it. He is stuck with his music. “Bingo.” 

“Hmmm. That's what I thought. I mean you can’t afford to pay a visit like this unless you need me.”You pull his leg a little as Tasuku fidgets with the hem of his dress revealing a fair amount of this thigh. How tactless! Or could be intentional? There is a bleak prospect of that so for the better or worse you do not follow the trail of that thought. It's your jealousy wrapped with anger trying to stretch your heartstrings and release it, snapping the string and rewarding you with a bleeding heart.

You excuse yourself for a minute because it truly feels like someone is already tugging at your heartstrings and it's none other than Tsubaki. The way he acts around Umemiya bothers you. The way he acts around you clams your heart but you can not run after that tranquility. Never. Not in this life.

By the time, you come back Tsubaki has already left and Umemiya is sitting, waiting for you by the window side. He spends nearly half an hour trying to schedule a time with you and you can not lie to him. You can not lie to him even if you want to because you have to appease Tsubaki. So, if you agree with him, help him with whatever problem he is facing. 

It was decided that after a gig, the next weekend his staff would come and pick you up from your house and drop you at his house. And, when the work is done his staff will drop you back to your house.

The next morning strikes with a devastation deadlier than death. 

There is a photo of you and Umemiya on the front page. It is blurred just a little enough to not recognize your face but people around you can tell easily that it’s you. Tsubaki certainly can. That’s the only thing that matters, not the contents of the photo or how ambiguous it is. You and Umemiya are standing close to each other, closer than normal people. He is touching your earring and the angle of the photo makes it seem that he is touching your cheek. Damn! These paparazzi. You try not to call any of the Bofurin members because by now the must be busy handling the situation, especially Tsubaki being Umemiya’s sole advisor. It is almost mid-day. You throw the paper in the dustbin and pour liquor before burning it. Sure, you are jealous of Umemiya but you do not pray for his down fall. It makes you feel horrible to even think such a case. If this the price of love you have to pay, you would rather fall out of love. As if you can afford to do that. You can perhaps but not now. You have your reputation to protect.

A few nights later, after your first show when you walk back to your green room you find Tsubaki waiting in your green room without the lights on in the dark Your green room is nothing out of the ordinary except for him. He is like a cilantro in dessert. He does not belong here, in the world of booze and cheap bar lights. 

“What’re you doing here?” you try to sound angry, even annoyed but it is the shock that he hears the most, maybe a fear hidden underneath your voice. So, he does not leave the chair but rather folds his legs, one over the other. The taut and toned muscles of his legs are on vivid display making it even harder for you to focus. 

 “It was easy. I sneaked in.” He responds with so much detest in his heart that it makes you think he is mad about the photo. But he has no right to be, you remind yourself. After all, he is the one to choose to turn a blind eye to your feelings.

“Well, I have another performance so you have to wait.” you tartly spoke walking towards the mirror for some touch-up. Tsubaki watches you as you put lipstick on your lips.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

“Let me answer you with a question.” You turn your face to him, your hand still being kept on the wooden skin of the dressing table. “Why do you think I didn’t join Bodurin?”

“So, it's true. The rumors are true.” This guy . . . 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The opened lipstick clatters among the cosmetics separating the maroon part from the lipstick case as you throw it away. Tsubaki does not say a word; just spares a glance at the smudged part of your lips, must have happened when you swatted it away.

“All this time, I thought you . . .you liked him. You liked him.”  Tsubaki exclaims in a low voice leaving his seat and coming close to you. “So, I restrained myself. I kept reminding myself—” his fingers linger on your chin. “ That you are not mine to own.” Right! How could you not think of this? Tsubaki the smudged part of the lipstick and you let him. “Now, i don’t have to do that.” he whispers against your lips. You gulp. He still has not let go of your chin. You don’t think he is going to  . . . kiss you, right? He chins your face up a little expanding a little more access towards your collar bones. Tsubaki jocks down, kisses on your exposed collarbone. Just a peck. “That will do for now. Will quiet down the rumors too.” Tsubaki smiles. You look at the mirror to check your reflection. There it is the lipstick mark, as bright as a diamond. You do not dare to wipe it off. You don’t want to. 

Tsubaki stands behind you as you watch yourself in all glory. He moves aside the fall of your hair onto your left shoulder. You tilt your head, eyes glistening as you look at him through the mirror. There is hope. Want. Lust. Desire. . . Tsubaki wet his lips seeing you inviting him but he can not do that, not here. You have a show to host, and people to entertain. So, he unzips your dress exposing your skin. You must either be wearing a backless bra or nipple pads. If not none, you are getting an earful from him later but for now, he proceeds to place a trail of kisses, slow and full all over your back. It is frustrating how you can not see his face or the lipstick marks he left on your back.

Tsubaki stands up after kissing you till the dress would allow him. He zips it up as he stands. “I’ll wait for your show to be over. Then, after the show we are going home.” He whispers into your ear but he is too close so you shrink feeling ticklish all over your body. A few days ago he felt light years away, so out of your reach and now he is standing behind you, as close as he can get for now. 

“I’ll hurry after the show if .  .  .” you can finally find your voice now. Wait, can you sing properly? Of course, you can; you reassure yourself. 

“Oh don’t worry.” Tsubaki interrupts. “ I’ll make sure we will make up for all the time we have lost love.” He holds your hand assuring you that it's okay; he is not running anymore; he is not. If anything, he feels repentance for suffering all these years regretting his feelings for you but now that bitter feeling has sublimed he is so full of love that it feels like his heart will burst at the seams. It's not suffocating anymore. It’s liberating. Love is liberating. OH DEAR! What blind fool he has been to not to see the love you have for him in those galactic eyes.

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[missmimii]

☕︎︎ －𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 | 𝐂 - 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Chris stumbles upon a bakery that holds much more than just a sweet treat, the one behind the counter being the sweetest of all that varies.

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. none! Just tooth rotting fluff and a whole lot of a Chris’s terrible pick-up lines

✩－𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ𝓈 • I thought of this yesterday when I was in a bakery near my house, saw the cutest interaction between the girl behind the counter and a customer ♥︎

୨ৎ － The sickening smell of cinnamon and icing sugar engulfs the triplet’s nose, as well as flour tickling his nostrils as the ceiling fan above swooshes the powder around the room. Squeak, his shoes emit as the rubber bottoms make contact with the freshly mopped floors of the bakery, a faint smell of almond floor cleaner entering his nose.

☕︎︎－ Chris felt some variant of comfort from the small bakery, a soft melody playing in the background of bustling that came from behind the counter. The glass that held an array of sweet treats was void of any fingerprints or skids, along with the sleek marble counter that held a sparkle from the sunlight coming in the window.

୨ৎ － Though his finger did itch to tap the bell aside the cash register, he didn’t want to come off as a nuisance. Was anyone even here? He pondered, gaze of curiosity tipping off into the back of the shop to catch a glimpse of anyone. Hm － he thought to himself, seeing nothing but a cloud of smoke that smelt of vanilla stream from one of the ovens.

☕︎︎ － Atop the oven sat a stained pair of pink oven mitts, before a hand reached out to lift them. Chris’s lips parted a little as the girl emerged from the other end of the kitchen, manicured hands slipping the mitts on her hand one at a time. “Talking about my girl －my girl,” She hummed softly to the music, pulling the oven open, revealing a medium sized baking tray.

୨ৎ －Assuming she’d felt the heat of Christopher’s gaze on her seemingly unflattering state, she slowly averted her own eyes to the cash. The girls eyes widened as she took in the sight of a brunette male, wondering just how long she left a customer waiting. God, her boss would’ve ripped her a new one if he’d saw. “Uhm－one second mister!” She hollered in the direction of the man, feeling rather rattled while rushing to arrange her messy kitchen.

☕︎︎ －The mouth watering aroma of vanilla and cinnamon infused the whole bakery as she gently plopped the metal sheet atop the oven, tossing the pink mitts onto the counter beside. If he had been else Chris would thought the delightful smell was a candle, just from how surreally perfect it’d smelled.

୨ৎ －The boy that was once drawn to the little shop out of feigning something pure sugar, now found himself craving something rather beautiful. Chipped red nailed hands dip into the running water as she gathered suds of soap across her hands. Tap, tap, tap. Chris watched with admiration as droplets fell from her skin as she flicked the faucet off, swiftly pulling the hand towel off the hook to dry her wet hands.

☕︎︎－ Dozens of baking ingredients were aligned upon the surfaces on counters, flour and drizzles of frosting covering almost every inch of the area. The triplet’s lips fell up into a small smile of muse as he watched the girl struggle to push the stray hairs framing her face away, refusing to use her clean hands. Goodness, how he wanted to gently tuck the feathering strands behind her ears.

୨ৎ － Chris opened his mouth to let the stressed girl know he was in no rush, but was cut off at the sound of a wince. “Ouch,” the sound of a feminine hiss echoed from behind the store, making his eyebrows fly up with both concern and confusion. Was she .. a head popped from behind a corner, a sheepish look on the timid girl’s face as she looked at Chris. “so sorry.” She winced, before she disappeared once again.

☕︎︎ － “Ouch, ouch, ouch － ow,” The pained girl fumbled with the tap until it turned cold, sticking her left hand under the running rush of water. Ah － Her shoulders fell at the contact, the cold sensation soothing the burning pain on the end of her index finger. Never once has she burnt herself in the three years she’s worked in a bakery. She just shook her head incredulously, flicking the water off.

୨ৎ －Chris’s face was still coated in perplexity when she’d finally rushed from kitchen, his hand that he’d been running across his jaw halting in place as she threw him a warm smile. “I’m so sorry about that. It’s usually so slow on Sundays － and I must’ve not heard the bell ring when you walked in because of the hand mixer.” She rambled, hands waving around has she expressed her sorrow.

☕︎︎ － “Your hand,” He interrupted, making the girl’s eyes meet his. Her hand .. what?－ “I don’t think I- oh.” She let out a small sound as the males hand hesitantly prompted to grab hers, the warmth of his palm pressing against her wrist as he turned her hand over. “Yeah.. it happens often.” Chris’s hooded gaze lifted from her pink finger, meeting her eyes. Liar, he thought to himself. “hm,” Obviously not being willing to express the fact he knew the falsified confession, he withdrew his touch.

୨ৎ － She cleared her throat, lowering her injured hand to her side. “Did my bad work ethic allow you enough time to choose something?” She half joked, cheeks warming as he chuckled. “Nothing here,” Chris admitted, nipping at his lip as he flicked his gaze down to the various baked goods. “though I did spot something quite delicious behind the counter.”

☕︎︎ －She blinked at him while processing the information, feeling her lips twitch with a small smile as she saw the flirtatious grin placed upon his lips. “Oh.” Chris hummed, lifting an eyebrow. “The rolls.” Huh? Chris watched as she nodded in understanding. Rolls? “I just put a batch in before you walked in － whenever that was.” She murmured to herself, shaking her head softly.

୨ৎ － “uh-” Just as she turned her back to go fetch the goods, the boy spoke again. “What ‘rolls’?” Her eyebrows knitted together with confusion before she answered. “Cinnamon rolls.” She said in a matter of fact tone, turning back around. She smiled to herself as she walked back through the arched doorway, finding the way Chris’s eyes light up almost cute. Cinnamon rolls did sound good..

☕︎︎ －He stood there patiently as she shuffled around in the kitchen, bending his neck a bit to catch sight of something she was getting into. Chris made a sound of amusement as she vigorously whisked together something in a metal mixing bowl, splatters of a cream white icing hitting the cylinder sides as she stirred. Did she really not get my pick up? Chris felt slightly defeated, having thought that the flirty sentence had been quite smart of him.

୨ৎ －Chris quickly stood upright, attempting to hide the clear fact he was peering into the girls kitchen, as she gleefully stalked back into the main room. “It’s a little warm still, so the frosting might seep into the cake a teensey bit.” She fiddled with a striped pink box, sheet of clear plastic cut out in the middle showing a glimpse of the fluffy golden brown roll. Steam glazed the clear part over, the treat having been freshly baked. Chris’s mouth practically watered as he watched the icing slowly slide down the sides of the roll, creating a delicious puddle of sugar below the bun.

☕︎︎ －Her pink tipped fingernails gently tied a pink ribbon around the the box before softly nudging it across the counter to the boy. His eyes slipped up to hers, finding her leaning on the edge of the island while staring at his reaction, her bottom lip tucked lusciously between her teeth. Holy － was my heart pounding so damn hard because of the nauseating scent of sugar, or the sight of this unworldly woman? “Well now I feel bad undoing something so pretty, baby.” Her heart exploded, butterflies pressing against her gut at the pet name.

୨ৎ －Chris gently tugged at the silk ribbon, the thin piece of fabric falling from the box, his fingers unfolding the opening at the top. “Hm~” She watched with curiosity as he hummed in delight, the cloud of steam that flooded from the box engulfing his nose. Vanilla, cinnamon, brown sugar, butter － as well as the slight hint of the cream perfume coming from the girl across. Shakily lifting the treat from the box, being cautious not to drop it, he brought it to his lips.

☕︎︎ －Oh god － Christopher’s eyes had slowly slipped shut as soon as his teeth sunk into the soft baked good, moaning oh so softly as the sweetness set off every tastebud on his tongue into a frenzy. “Holy fuck.” He muttered, savouring the taste of a whipped like vanilla frosting swirling around his mouth as he chewed. Chris finally allowed his eyes to peek open, his gaze automatically focused on her.

୨ৎ －He watched with intent as her lips parted, tongue sliding across her bottom one as she looked between his lips and blue eyes. The muscles in his jaw clenched with every chew, eyelashes batting admirably against his flushed cheeks as he brought the tip of his middle finger to his lips. Chris looked into her eyes with desire while dipping the end of his finger into his lips, swirling his tongue around the skin to gather the sugary liquid.

☕︎︎－With a small plop, he placed the treat back into box, all while keeping his eyes on her. “You’ make that?” He asked, tilting his head while peeking his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth. God he could still taste that fucking frosting. At her timid nod, he felt his lips curve up at the corners. “It almost curbed all of my cravings.” Chris shamelessly admitted.

୨ৎ －She felt her breath get caught in her throat as she heard the husk in his tone, the two hands she hand placed on the marble counter squeezing around the surface tightly. Chris effortlessly twisted the cap from his water bottle before tipping back the refreshing liquid with content. “Sweet, huh?” She laughed softly, hair getting caught on her eyelashes as she looked down for a moment.

☕︎︎－Chris felt his lips tip up around the cap as he pulled the bottle away, breathing out a soft laugh at her words. “Very,” her cheeks flushed, giggling softly. She’s so .. effortlessly perfect, Chris thought to himself, tilting his head as he look across to the girl. “not nearly as sweet as you though.” Oh－her eyes widened.

୨ৎ －Maybe it’s because she’d never got hit on during work －or at all for that matter, but she found herself dumbfounded by his bold flirting. Because he was flirting .. right? She suddenly felt unsure of his motives, clearing her throat as she sent a quick smile his way. “Thank you- really.” She impulsively added the last part as a whisper, her fingers raising the brush away the hairs in her face, before stopping. Ah －I need to wash my hands.

☕︎︎ －She jumped, startled as two calloused fingers brushed the irritating flyaways from her face. “here,” Chris murmured gently, looking into her eyes with a unknown emotion as he tucked the tendrils behind her pierced ears. “Oh.” She breathed out, the smile that gleamed across her lips unable to be fought. “thank you.” She uttered.

୨ৎ －Chris nodded softly, leaving a prolonged beat before he stepped back from her. He cleared his throat, cheeks warming as he felt the aftermath of his action’s overcome him. Was that too bold? I could’ve made her uncomfortable. “Well ..” The girl’s eyes flicked up to his at the sound. “Can I get your name or somethin’? To remember you of course.” Chris quickly added on, seeing her eyebrows fly up.

☕︎︎ －She silently nipped at her lips for a second as she resisted the temptation to allow a grin to spread across her lips. “Hm..” He lifts a brow as she drawled out the sound, her hand toying with the ribbon from his box. Within seconds his eyes widened, her hand reaching out and entrapping his own.

୨ৎ －She leaned forward, belly resting on the island as she took his wrist into her palm. Chris opted to stay quiet, feeling a little too happy with the feeling of her touch. Her fingers skillfully threaded the pink ribbon around his wrist, gently pulling the two ends to finish off her signature bow. “There,” he looked down at her, seeing her big smile as she finished the work. “try forgetting me now.”

[thrashkink-coven]

Understanding how your brain works to better utilize it in witchcraft spirituality or occultism

If you haven’t already done the quiz in part 1 see link below!!

Part 2: Interpreting your Results

Dominant in Field A

People who primarily use visual imagery as a vehicle of thought will be naturally more gifted in fields of occultism that have to do with visualization and "mind spaces". These are methods of magic which use the mind's eye as the dominating sense to observe energy or receive divine intuition. Things like scrying, hydromancy, capnomancy, mandalas, etc, will come very easily to people in this field. People who are dominant in visual imagery may also find success in manners of astral travel and mind palaces.

If you are dominant in field A, with field B as a supportive sense, you will find greater ease in visual types of meditations with the assistance of mantras, songs, or enns. People who are sufficient in these two senses in tandem are usually gifted with receiving visions/ visual stimuli whilst listening to mantras or music.

If you are dominant in field A with field C as a supportive sense, you may find it exceedingly easy to preform acts of astral travel and oneiromancy (dream divination). Your trances will be very vivid and stimulating. You will have ease imaging spaces and navigating them in real time. If you are a daydreamer, your fictional scenarios are likely very intricate and intense. You may be a lucid dreamer.

A and D together indicates talents in operations which include sigils and symbols. People with A and D are very likely to have success in oneiromancy which is powered by sigil work. You will have a much easier time understanding your visual experiences in dreams when you write them down. You may encounter deities or spirits that look like symbols themselves.

A and E together indicates that you will likely find it easy to enter into trance states when visualizing your goal or target. You will have greater success in preforming operations of divination where the entity communicates through visual sequences, and your manifestations rely heavily on you actively visualizing what it is you want to obtain, and how your life will be changed by obtaining it.

A and F together indicate that your mind is extremely susceptible to recalling visual stimuli. For people with A and F together, visual imagery that sits directly on the altar will be extremely beneficial. Talisman and symbols influence the subconscious mind into taking a desired path or attracting a desired energy or outcome. Having beautiful paintings of your deities on your altar, well established talisman dedicated to them, etc. will be very helpful to you in your craft. Your memory of events and the feelings you have associated with their visual imagery is the source of a lot of your energy.

Dominant in Field B

People who primarily use audible sounds as a vehicle of communication will have great success in all things which involve making mantras, beats, songs, poems and melodies in their craft. Creating songs for deities, having audible incantations and magic words in spell craft , and repeating affirming words to oneself will greatly aid people in this category. Hymns and Enns will likely be some of your favorite tools. You may also find witch bells, chimes, howling wind and rainfall relaxing. You will be talented in the skill of “hearing without hearing”, and may receive sounds as the primary method of communication from deities. If you are at all gifted with channeling, you may be very gifted at knowing what people are about to say before they speak.

B and C together may imply that you will incorporate movements, dances, or tapping into your mantras. Clapping, snapping, clicking, and moving all add to the energy of your operation. The way that sound interacts with your body is important to the way you experience the world. Your meditations should include a lot of auditory stimulation along with sensory toys like sand, water, chalk or dice.

B and D together mean you will gain a lot from things like enns and incantations. The combination of the magical words and the sounds they produce will be easily absorbed into your subconscious. The syllables and consonants themselves are magical, the vibrations they create when you hear them are the source of your energy. Humming a deities name in your chest or mouthing the characters of a magical word to reaffirm something will probably become habits of yours.

B and E together indicate that you will have greater ease receiving auditory messages during divination and spirit communication. You will not literally hear a voice or sound, but your brain will react as if it has. You may "hear" a sound and instantly understand the meaning of it as if you had studied a word. The auditory experience of your dreams will stand out to you.

B and F together indicate that you will gain a lot from very repetitive mantras and affirmations that can get stuck in your head easily. The law of attraction will be friendly to you. Associating affirmations with songs you already know and love will be very useful to you. You may receive deity communications through song lyrics, and familiar songs may pop up in your dreams often.

Dominant in field C

People who primarily use texture or sensations as a vehicle of thought will have great success in operations having to do with immersion. You will likely have an easier time entering into trances when submerged in water or dirt. Occult tools will probably seem very fun to use. You will have an easier time acclimating to tarot cards, dice, bones, and other tools which involve using hands on practice. You may also gain a lot from the smell of different incense when trying to enter trance like states. You are very involved with the way living inside your body feels.

C and D together indicate that you will gain a lot from textile talisman that you can constantly feel on your body throughout the day. Things like enchanted jewelry or charms with utilize symbols will likely be your most frequented tools. Feeling the shape of the symbol with your fingers like brail instantly affirms your manifestation.

C and E together indicates that you will find it very easy to enter trance states when you are grounded by some kind of textile experience, like a soft silk sheet or warm water. You could likely fall into a trance while sitting in a driving car or a rocking boat. Alternatively, you may have greater ease using tools like pendulums. You may also find ease in preforming grounding techniques which involve focusing energy into each part of the body. Rituals like the LBRP will come more naturally to you. You are likely very aware of your body and how energy flows through and around it.

C and F together indicate that you will find the most success in your craft when you return to places of familiarity and comfort. You likely have well established sensory tools that you have been using for years, like a wand, dice or a set of cards. Returning to a place of childhood joy like a park, an old friend’s house or a store you used to frequent will increase your ability to do good work. Likewise, when trying to do anything astral or “mind palace” related, you will likely come to find that you return to a place you have already been or currently inhabit, like a childhood home.

Dominant in field D

People who are dominant in field D are extremely involved in symbols and sigils. Your mind takes special care to identify and remember shapes which it believes communicates something important. You probably love to write, your prayers are poems and your thoughts are novels. You gain the most when you see information presented in symbols, either when you write them down or turn them into a pictorial. You will be very gifted at spell writing, coming up with incantations and diagrams, as well as creating and using sigils, especially those which relate to intuition and dreams.

D and E together means that you will find greater ease in entering trance states when meditating on sigils, especially deity sigils. If you can let your mind go quiet and truly focus on that sigil for long enough, you will likely find it easier to communicate with deities and identify their energies. Whenever you receive these communications, they will likely be communicated to you through text or symbols.

D and F together means you SHOULD DEFINITELY HAVE A DREAM JOURNAL OMG!!! If you are interested in divination or deity communication you will likely be receiving a lot of sigils and magic words to utilize in your craft while you sleep. WRITE IT DOWN! Having sigils and symbols all around your sleeping and working space is very important to your craft. When you can automatically and immediately communicate what you are trying to manifest by just seeing a symbol it will most definitely leak into your subconscious. Your dreams will be the most prophetic and profound when they seem the most cryptic and nonsensical. Study the symbols!

Dominant in field E

People who are dominant in field E will have the greatest ease in accessing trance like states and deep meditations. These people are quite easily able to silence their inner thoughts and go with the flow. They simply do because they know and tend not to have many options about their every day actions.

E and F together are a very interesting combination. Most F types are very grounded in their real world environment, while E types are are able to adapt quickly to new mental states or environments. This means you may be very able to access different states of mind but simply opt not to, instead taking the path of least resistance. You may be skilled at doing manifestations or affirmations without thinking about it. In fact, thinking about your desires too much may be your pitfall. You are good at manifesting and then forgetting about the things you manifested, only to be surprised when you get what you wanted. You may be superstitious and very sure not to violate your own personal rules.. You likely have well defined “rituals” in your life that seem like second nature.

Dominant in field F

Those who are dominant in field F are very nostalgic people. They enjoy repetition and feel safest when they're around people they've known for a long time. Those who are dominant in memory based thoughts are likely to be both self critical and hyper aware. They may have some difficulty with things like astral travel due to an inability to stop producing conscious thoughts, but they will have great luck in manifestation and affirmations. These people are masters at the law of attraction and entering the flow of their desires. They are able to recognize cycles and choose how they want to approach them, either by perpetuating or breaking them.

These people are more likely to have the greatest revelations when remembering events that have already happened. Synchronizations will make the most sense in hindsight. Tarot is a tool you may have great success in.

Did you have fun? Did you learn something about yourself? Please let me know if you did!

I am not a psychologist lol, these are just some things I've noticed that might help some beginners get a better idea of some practices they might have a natural talent at! These are obviously not strict at all, and being more dominant in one field doesn't make you any more or less capable of practicing witchcraft, spirituality or occultism. You might just have a better time identifying your strengths and weaknesses with these things in mind. Okay bye ily xx 💋💋

[that-one-p00k1e]

Coincidence?

Muichiro x Fem!Reader, lil High school AU

Warnings: none just fluff Ig Idk bro

Note: Wowzers!!😱😱 I'm still alive!!😱😱 This was a bit rushed because I wanted to post something after so long and bcs IT'S MY BIRTHDAY WHAATT🤯🤯 crazy amirite anw pls forgive the grammar and how boring this is

Nothing felt better than hearing the last bell of a school day ring, knowing that the days after were the end of the week. The heavenly images in your head of finally being able to lay in bed, cuddled up in a warm blanket after taking a good relaxing shower.

However, instead of immediately going home, you decided to head to the park near the school to have a breath of fresh air. Fortunately, it seems to be vacant with no one on sight occupying it.

The rustling of leaves blown by the wind, the smell of fresh grass and dirt, and the silence that brought the feel of peace and tranquility. But the one thing that had always caught your attention, was the cherry blossom tree planted at the center of the park. For you, it was the most beautiful sight in the park. Almost never has its beauty failed to captivate passersby.

As you decided to take a seat underneath the tree, you noticed a familiar backpack laid on the ground. Thinking it could be anyone's and not just the specific familiar person you know who owns that exact same object, you reluctantly and carefully looked to the back of the tree to see who the mystery owner was. ‘Probably a random stranger’ you easily thought. But oh how wrong you were as your heart dropped the moment your eyes settled on the known figure.

Under the falling petals of cherry blossom he sat; beautiful mint-green eyes fixated on the strings of his guitar, fingers carefully strumming a melody that could soothe one's nerves. His long black hair gently swayed in the wind, coloured ends that matched his  irises. You've always admired him since the first day of high school; managing to get a few interactions here and there through group work. As much as you wanted to get to know him better, the charming and attractive classmate had his own walls built when it comes to the social environment. Not even the guys in your class could make him crack a bit of a smile. Thus, you've accepted such defeat ever since.

But seeing him being so peaceful right now, enjoying himself in his own world, made it hard for you to bat your eyes away from him. You couldn't help but just gaze in awe at the sight of such beauty.

Until his fingers suddenly stopped playing through the guitar strings.

The moment he perked his head up, you immediately hid yourself behind the other side of the tree; heart almost stopped working. You hear him getting up, walking closer and closer to where you once stood. As your breath hitched, you tried to act cool in case the both of you went face-to-face. You hoped you wouldn't, but fate unfortunately had its own plan.

“Y/N?” a deep yet gentle voice called out to you from the side of the tree, making your heart race faster than it already had been. He looked at you with a gaze oh-so empty; making it difficult to look through that stoic disposition of his.

“Oh! Uhh… yeah, it's me. Fancy seeing you here,” you greeted awkwardly, fidgeting the hem of your shirt from the embarrassment you felt deep down.

You thought he would be reluctant to engage further in the conversation, but to your surprise, he proceeded to ask another question.

“It's your birthday today, isn't it?”

The moment his words entered your hearing, it felt as if your organs were rearranged.

“I- uhh… How did you know?”

“Heard your friends mentioning about it. Forgot to give you this.”

He rummaged through his bag, before pulling out a box wrapped in gift paper and handing it to you with that blank stare maintained.

“For you. In addition to your birthday,” he said reluctantly.

You hesitantly took the gift from his hand, internally debating if this was a dream or not. Before you could word out your gratitude, he quickly picked up his belongings and threw a short “My bus is here, gotta go,” leaving you on your own with your thoughts; trying to process what just happened. You looked down at the gift he had given you, then pinched yourself to double check reality. Yet there was one thing you didn't put your mind into.

If he recently knew about your birthday from your friends today… How did he forget a gift regarding something he had never known about in the first place?

[trashpandato]

Music

It’s a beautiful early fall day in National City. The sun is still warm, but it’s not as oppressively hot as a few weeks ago, and Kara can tell that the air is holding a bit more moisture these days. The leaves on the trees are turning yellow and red, and Lena’s fingers feel cold when they slip into Kara’s hand.

They’re out for a walk along the harbour after Kara insisted that Lena should get out of her office more on such a nice day. And Kara doesn’t want to boast, but when Lena tells her that this was a “wonderful idea” and squeezes her hand gratefully, Kara has to agree. She does have some really spectacular ideas sometimes.

The walkway near the water is busy that afternoon. There are young families, kids on the tiniest bicycles Kara has ever seen, and more than a few folks who’ve escaped the nearby office towers to drink their afternoon coffee outside.

It’s exactly what Kara and Lena are doing, too, sipping on their still hot lattes, when all of a sudden, Lena comes to an abrupt stop, staring toward a bench a little further ahead.

Lena’s body language and sudden change in demeanour sets off every single alarm bell for Kara.

“What? What’s going on?”

But Lena doesn’t respond. Instead, she lets go of Kara’s hand and walks toward the bench. Kara has to use a burst of extra speed to catch up to her.

She uses her senses to scan their surroundings but nothing seems suspicious to her. She can hear the squealing of a few kids behind them, snippets of conversations between people who are milling about, as well as the gentle humming coming from a woman on the bench that seems to be the focus of Lena’s attention. The woman is cradling an infant against her chest, clearly singing to her child, and Lena keeps her voice soft and low when she approaches her.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” Lena says, and Kara can hear the tremors in her voice that indicate how important this interaction is to her. “I, um, I heard the melody you are humming, and I was wondering if you could tell me what song that is?”

The woman looks at Lena then. She’s maybe a little confused by this stranger’s question, but a small smile crosses her features.

“It’s called The Gartan Mother’s Lullaby. It’s her favourite,” she nods at her baby. 

There’s a strong familiar lilt in the woman’s voice when she answers and Kara immediately knows she’s Irish.

“Thank you,” Lena whispers. “Sorry again for interrupting.”

The woman waves at them, as if to say that it’s not a problem, but Lena has already turned around and is walking back in the direction they came from. 

Kara smiles apologetically at the woman before she bids her goodbye and runs after Lena.

They don’t speak for a few moments. Kara can see how affected Lena is, knows that offering something as small as holding her hand might be too much right now. So she simply walks next to her and tries to show Lena that she’s not alone.

Eventually, Lena slows down and steps towards the railing by the water. There are a couple of kayaks nearby, and a few ducks, but Kara only has eyes for Lena.

“My mom used to sing it to me,” Lena confesses, staring ahead. “I didn’t, I remember singing it to myself the first few weeks at the Luthor mansion. But I never knew all of the words. And over time, I forgot the melody, too.”

Kara doesn’t say anything, then. She knows the pain of fading memories, of forgetting the smells and sounds of home. But she moves a little closer to Lena and places her hand low on Lena’s back. When she feels Lena lean into the touch, she knows they’ll be okay.

Later that evening, when they’re curled up in bed and Lena is half asleep with her head on Kara’s chest, Kara starts humming the song. For a brief moment, Lena stiffens and Kara can tell she’s holding her breath, but then she relaxes into Kara’s embrace and lets her eyes drift shut as she listens to Kara’s attempt to remember the melody she hastily learned that afternoon. When Kara gets to the end, she feels Lena press the softest kiss against her neck.

“Thank you.”

Kara only holds her tighter in response.

[jpitha]

Between the Black and Grey 44

First / Previous / Next

When they got back to the frigate, everyone went to their rooms. It wasn't the scheduled rest time, but nobody really felt like sitting in the common room.

Fen was exhausted anyway. She showered and fell into bed. Soon after she was completely asleep.

She dreamed.

Fen found herself on a beach of black sand, with a turquoise sky overhead and a sea that was nearly purple. Behind her were trees that looked like mangroves if you squinted, but the leaves were a deep purple, like the sea.

"Where am I?"

"You're on Meìhuá. Or at least how I remember it." A woman appeared next to her. Fen turned, and was taken aback. It was her... But it wasn't. Her hair was different, the lines in the face different, but it still was unnerving.

"You're Melody, I assume?"

Melody, First Empress nodded. "The star that Meìhuá orbits outputs different wavelengths of light than Earth's sun. The plants here evolved to absorb it's energy and power themselves with their version of chlorophyl. But the most efficient color wasn't the green of Earth."

"Is this real?"

Melody smiled. "No Fen, it's a dream. But it's also a memory. And it's also a reminder. You are my clone, and you did interact with the Nanites." Melody stared out to sea. "I missed this. I had all these plans to go home, to visit everyone, to show them my success." She shook her head. "It turns out, that was not in the cards."

The beach changed. With the logic that only works in a dream, they walked a few meters down the beach and they entered a massive room. Room was too small to describe what this place was, it was practically an arena, with seats for thousands of sapients. At the far end, high above everyone was a throne made of something that looked like green glass. It almost seemed to have grown from the floor, it's role as a throne secondary. It flowed up towards the ceiling and spread in fractal branches until it disappeared in a blur that hurt to look at too long. Melody climbed up the steps towards the throne and sat gingerly, wincing slightly. She patted a smaller - but still impressive - chair next to her, and Fen sat. "Okay, but how did you get here? How are you in my head? How are we talking?

"The Builders - that's the name of the people who ruled with the Nanites a long time ago - used to have this ritual they'd do. They would visit the nearest Gate to where they were and touch the addressing stone. This would initiate an upload, and the Nanites would take... a snapshot of the current Empress and store it. I had a chance to do it once before I began my invasion of Sol." She turned back to Fen. "Think of me like that. I'm a snapshot of the Empress when she touched the addressing stone, but also, I know more than that Melody did because the Nanites filled me in." She chuckled. "I'm almost an AI, I suppose."

"Why are you here? Why now?"

Melody leaned forward, and put her chin in her hands. She stared out at the empty arena, and didn't look at Fen. "The Nanites asked me to. They said that you'd listen to me." Her eyes flicked to Fen. "If you're half as much like me as I think you are, they're only somewhat correct. I know you'll listen, but I don't know if you can be convinced."

"Convinced?"

She nodded, her chin still on her hands. "To take up the Nanites again. To become Empress."

"I don't want to be Empress." Fen rolled her eyes and scoffed.

Melody lifted her head off her hands and stared at Fen. Her eyes - nut brown, just like Fen's - stared into her soul.

"So what do you want, Fenchurch Whitehorse, clone of Melody Mullen?"

What did she want? The answer shouted back at her, clear as a bell.

"I want Ma-ren back."

"The one thing we cannot do for you."

Fen stared out at the empty arena, trying not to weep again. It wasn't fair. If Ma was here, she could help her figure all this out. If Ma was here she would know what to do. If Ma was here she... wouldn't be so alone.

"Fen. The Nanites can't bring Ma-ren back, nothing can. But they can help you make the world the kind of place where the other Fens and Ma-rens of the galaxy won't have to be separated the way you were."

Fen turned slowly and stared at Melody. "You're the Nanites, aren't you."

Melody held out a hand. As she did that, the hand... disappeared. There was no blood, no gore where her hand was, her arm just came to a stop. Around where her hand would have been was a cloud of grey smoke. She smiled and the smoke flew towards her and condensed into a hand again. She flexed her fingers.

"Yes... and no." Melody looked up from her hand at Fen. "I am Melody Mullen - at least her when she touched the addressing stone, but I am also the Nanites. We work in harmony."

"We've moved beyond dreaming now. How are we-" Fen's forehead creased and her eyes narrowed. She unconsciously balled her fists. "Helen. Ancestors damn her."

"Yes, Helen provided you with the concentration of Nanites necessary for us to reestablish contact."

The scene changed again. Now they were floating somewhere. The only colors were grey and black. Fen's crossed arms and frown spoke volumes. "I don't want to be Empress, I don't want to do this. I want to be left alone and do my own thing."

"What better person to rule the Galaxy than someone who doesn't want the job?"

"Just why do you want us to rule anyway? What do you have to gain?"

"We've been over this, Fen and we know that Helen has told you. We want you to build more Gates. The Gates reach into our dimension and give us an outlet into yours."

"But why? Why do you want to enter our dimension?"

The representation of the Nanites currently in the shape of Melody floated in the black and grey nothingness, silent.

"I won't agree to anything unless you explain yourselves."

They sighed. "If we explain ourselves, will you be Empress?"

"I will listen. That's all I can promise right now."

"Fine"

They were elsewhere.

It was a planet. They were high in the atmosphere. Full of pinks and light blues with browns and reds below. Overhead was two moons, either further away or smaller than the huge moon orbiting Earth.

"This... was our home. Long, long ago we were a biological sapient species, like you, like the K'laxi, like the Gren, like everyone. We learned about our galaxy beyond our planet, about the space in our local area, expanding out, further and further. Do you know what we found, Fen?"

Fen stayed silent.

"We found nothing. There were stars, but they were far away and dim. There were planets, but only a few, and most were bare chunks of nickel-iron. We used our strongest telescopes, saw back to the beginning of everything and saw that we were alone. We know that your species had a similar feeling, though you had way more stars and planets than we did. Eventually you met the K'laxi and then the wider galactic community, and later still you found the Gates and met us - but I am getting ahead of myself."

"As the realization that we were alone started to sink in, people decided to throw themselves into learning as much as we could about where we were. We spent decades, centuries trying to learn about the physical laws that we were under. Eventually - much later than yourselves - we figured out the math to predict black holes. We know that soon after you predicted their existence, you discovered them. We searched for hundreds of years without finding any."

"Fen you have to understand, we were undergoing a bit of an existential crisis. If we were alone, then what did anything mean. We were a social species, like yours. We were actually pretty close to mammalian, like yours. What did your species do when they're in close quarters with no outside influence?"

"We self-select into groups and then those groups fight." As much as she didn't like her schooling back home, Fen remembered that much from history class.

"You fight. We did too. Huge, decades long wars about nothing at all. At the time, it felt like it was everything, but in hindsight-" they chuckle "-it was nothing. War is a great driver of technology, so our technology grew by leaps and bounds. Soon enough, we were manipulating matter on the sub-quantum level. With enough energy, we could make anything. Your matter printers come close, but this is an evolution of that."

She let them continue, it seemed like they were on a roll.

"The first time it happened, it was an accident. Someone had uploaded their mind and became distributed. A cloud of nanomachines, sentient. There were discussions and arguments about whether they were alive, whether they were a person. Before we could work out the legal framework, someone else did it. Then another, and another. There was something about this that drew everyone in."

As they were talking, the scene around them changed. It moved from being over a planet to being further out, near the orbit of the moons. As they spoke, the planet turned from pinks and browns and blues to a uniform grey.

"It wasn't long before everyone converted. We had all become one distributed nanoscale being."

"What happened to those who didn't want to upload and become Nanites?"

The representation of Melody turned away from Fen. "You know what happened. What always happens."

"They were killed. Turned into raw material for the Nanites." Fen's eyes widen in recognition.

"As we grew, we required matter. That was simple enough - we disassembled our solar system and moved on to others. Energy was more difficult. Our dimension was much more sparsely populated than yours. We don't know why, maybe a quirk of our physics. Anyway, we spread through our universe, consuming everything, turning it all into Nanites when we came upon it."

"It?"

The view changed again. Now, Fen and 'Melody' were floating above a sphere, brighter than a billion suns and just as large. Light and energy radiated from it in every direction. Fen reflexively held her hands in front of her face, but it wasn't necessary. This was only a memory.

"The white hole. If you think of a black hole as a place where energy and matter is taken in, the white hole is where it comes out. Nearly unlimited energy, all for us to take and utilize."

Now, around the white hole it was uniformly grey. Countless Nanites surrounding the white hole, taking the energy it gives and building more of themselves.

"Even though we had become one large distributed intelligence, this did not sate our curiosity. What was the white hole? Where did the energy come from? We dug deeper and deeper into the mystery until we realized that we were most likely living inside a black hole. Your own scientists theorized this as well. Wondering if inside every black hole was another universe. We wondered this too. Eventually, we gained the technology to be able to check and what did we find?"

"You found us."

The representation of Melody holds up a hand. "Almost. We found your galaxy as it was hundreds of thousands of years ago. All around it was stars, planets, black holes, pulsars. Your universe was teeming with energy, teeming with life. Far, far more than ours. We knew enough that we could open a door to your universe from ours and stream through. We could come in and use that energy to continue to grow."

"Then why didn't you?"

"We spent a long time thinking about it. Eventually it was decided that we should not come into this dimension and consume everything to make more of us. We should... be good stewards of the other universes that we find. We developed the Gates and showed the local sapients how to build them."

The view changes. Now Fen can see a massive sphere, made up of rings interwoven. Each ring glows blue with a painful, fuzzy light, almost like Cherenkov radiation."

"The master Gate. All gates are extensions of this Gate. When everyone uses a Gate they pass through here on the way to their destination. It's how Gate travel is instantaneous. It's how we reached out when you went through the gate."

"Okay, but you still haven't explained why. Why do you try and set up a galactic empire? Why do you give the Empress the ability to give orders that can't be disobeyed?

"It's the most expedient way, Fen."

"Way to do what?"

"To build more Gates, to allow us to see into your universe to help us find other universes."

"Other universes?"

"Yes. We made the decision not to consume this one because of how it teems with life, but it has been a long time Fen. A long long time."

The representation of Melody falls away. Fen is back in the black and grey void. The voice comes from everywhere, all at once.

"We are hungry."

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

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Anita Page (Our Dancing Daughters, The Broadway Melody, Our Modern Maidens)— She's as stunning as you'd expect someone once dubbed "The Girl With The Most Beautiful Face In Hollywood" to be, but what makes her stand out for me is the sweetness of her features. She comes across as very genuine.

Jean Arthur (Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Easy Living, The Talk of the Town)—Always found the best facial expression and the perfect line delivery, so nailed the transition from silent film to talkies (her voice is CRAZY btw- high and overly sweet but also so gravelly she's like a breakfast parfait), then went on to dominate roles in multiple genres well into her 50s. Such a great personality both onscreen and off, and to our end pulls off 'gorgeous,' 'sexy,' and 'cute' all at once (in a word: hot!)

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Jean Arthur:

i had to submit every movie of hers ive seen so far because 1) shes GORGEOUS. 2) extremely gifted with comic timing and delivery and whats better than a confident beautiful woman that makes you laugh. and 3) seems to effortlessly blend wit emotion and logic in her performances in a way that sometimes is just so... it tells you as much about the other characters shes interacting with as it does her own (see this clip from mr smith)

Adorable and sultry with a voice that went from urban smartass to sounding, as director Frank Capra described it, more like tinkling bells than a voice has a right to sound

jean arthur wearing bucksin trousers and a little hat in the plainsman was fully my queer awakening. i love that woman so much. she has defined calamity jane for me. also she is adorable and heartbreaking and SMOKING HOT in deeds like everyone needs to experience her, she's everything to me

She's a chameleon, rocking any hair colour and any style, any mood and any genre. And she's got such a fine, captivating smile!

Truly amazing talking voice, like eating pop candy. Played wise cracking gals with hearts of gold. Once got arrested for trespassing because she went to console a dog that was being mistreated. Angel. Star. Baby. Winner!

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Bakery Worker!Soobin x Bookstore Worker!Reader

Prompt: “What will it be today?” “One kiss please”

Word Count: 2560

Part Two of The First Kiss Series

The soft chime of the bell above the door echoed through the quiet bookstore, signaling the arrival of a customer. Looking up you saw it was Soobin, his apron in his hands waiting to be put on. Soobin worked at the bakery across the street. You smiled warmly at him, feeling a flicker of excitement dance in your chest.

Over the past few months, you had developed a secret infatuation for the charming bakery worker. He developed a habit of coming in before his shift, just to say hi to you. His gentle demeanor and warm smile never failed to make your heart skip a beat whenever he came in.

As you continued to gaze at Soobin, a blush crept up your cheeks. His presence had a way of making the entire room glow as if he carried his own personal sunbeam with him wherever he went.

"Good morning (Y/N)," Soobin greeted you, his voice like a melody in the quiet bookstore.

"Good morning, Soobin," you replied, your voice soft and filled with a hint of longing. 

You couldn't deny the fact that your feelings for him had grown stronger with each passing day. Soobin was the reason you got this job in the first place. You and your friend used to visit the shopping center often, and she would always notice how you would linger in front of the bakery where Soobin works. She suggested that you apply to the bookstore, knowing that it would give you a chance to interact with him more frequently. And now, here you were, standing behind the counter, taking solace in his visits each morning. 

"You're earlier than usual today," you observed, a small smile playing on your lips as you picked up a stack of books to be put away.

Soobin chuckled softly, adjusting the straps of his apron as he put it on. 

"I couldn't resist the opportunity to spend a little more time with you," he joked.

Joke or not, you felt a rush of warmth flooding to your cheeks. You fumbled with the stack of books in your hands, trying to hide your bashful smile. Soobin's flirty comment caught you off guard, sending a wave of butterflies swirling in your stomach. You bit your lip, desperately trying to come up with a witty response to match his playful banter.

"Well," you stammered, glancing down at the books as if they held the answer,

"I'm glad you did." 

Soobin's eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you stumble over your words. He took a step closer, the scent of warm pastries clinging to his clothes.

"Will you be coming in on your break today?" he asked, his voice low and velvety. 

Visiting the bakery on your lunch break became a routine. It wasn't just to see Soobin, but also because they had the most delicious pastries you've ever tasted. 

"Yes, I'll be here. As always," you replied, hoping that your eagerness didn't come across as too obvious.

Soobin grinned, his gaze lingering on your face. 

"Great," he said, his voice filled with genuine excitement.

"I'll see you then."

As the day went on, you couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and anticipation for your lunch break. You found yourself glancing at the clock more often than usual, counting down the minutes until you could go. The bookstore seemed unusually quiet, as if time had slowed down just to tease you. Now and then, you would glance out the window and catch a glimpse of Soobin hard at work in the bakery. You smiled at the way he interacted with the customers, his gentle, charismatic nature shining through as he served them with a warm smile. 

The sound of the chime above the door breaks your train of thought and you see your friend approaching you. 

"Hey, (Y/N)! I brought you your usual," your friend said, holding up a paper bag with the bakery's logo on it.

You blinked in surprise, temporarily forgetting about your impending lunch break with Soobin.

"Oh, thanks! You didn't have to do that," you replied gratefully, taking the bag from her.

The sweet scent of freshly baked pastries wafted up from the bag, making your stomach growl in anticipation.

"I know how much you love their pastries," she said with a mischievous wink.

"And maybe... I wanted to give you an extra push towards Mr. Bakery Worker over there."

You laughed, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. It was clear that your friend was trying, yet again, to convince you to tell Soobin how you felt.

"He has a name you know," you teased, playfully nudging your friend's shoulder.

"And I appreciate the subtle matchmaking."

Your friend grinned, her eyes filled with mischief.

"Well, you two are too cute to not be together. It's practically a crime."

Your cheeks flushed bright red and you quickly shook your head in embarrassment. You glanced up and caught a glimpse of Soobin through the window, chatting with some girls from your school. Your friend noticed your sudden quietness and looked in the same direction. She nudged you with an encouraging smile, her eyes full of knowing.

"Looks like he's quite popular with the ladies," she commented, her voice teasing, trying to lighten the mood.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding outside. Soobin was effortlessly charming, his laughter filling the air as he engaged with the girls. You finally looked away and sighed softly. 

"Yeah, he's always been charming like that."

Your friend sensed the change in your mood and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

"Hey, don't let that discourage you."

You nodded, appreciating your friend's support. Deep down, you knew that Soobin's friendly nature didn't necessarily mean he had romantic feelings for all those girls. But still, you felt a twinge of insecurity. 

"I don't think I'll take my lunch break today," you said, your voice tinged with disappointment.

Your friend raised an eyebrow, her expression filled with concern.

"What? Why not?" she asked, her tone gentle.

"Not hungry," you muttered, avoiding eye contact.

The truth was, you didn't want to risk witnessing any more interactions between Soobin and the girls from your school. It felt like a punch to the gut every time you saw him laughing and smiling with them, while your feelings remained hidden and unrequited. You knew it was unfair to expect him to know how you felt without ever expressing it, but the fear of rejection kept you paralyzed.

Your friend's hand tightened on your shoulder, her voice filled with determination.

"Listen, (Y/N), don't you think he likes you too?"

You froze, your friend's words cutting through the fog of your insecurities. You glanced at her, searching for any sign that she was joking, but her expression held nothing but sincerity.

"What...what makes you say that?" you stammered, your heart pounding in your chest.

She grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

"The way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. I've seen it before, (Y/N). And doesn't he come to see you every morning before his shift?"

You blinked in surprise, your mind racing to recall every interaction you've had with Soobin. Your friend was right – he did always come by before starting his shift, even if it was just for a quick hello. And now that she mentioned it, there were moments when you caught him stealing glances at you when he thought you weren't looking. Could it be that he felt the same way? 

"He does, yeah," you admitted softly, a spark of hope igniting within you.

"But... I don't know, maybe he's just being friendly."

Your friend shook her head, her smile unwavering.

"Trust me, (Y/N), it's more than just friendship. I've seen the way he lights up when he's around you."

She gave one last look to Soobin and saw him dismissing one of the girls as she touched his arm.

"I'm gonna go, I'll come back at the end of your shift and we'll get ice cream, okay?"

You nodded, grateful for your friend's unwavering support. As she left, you turned your attention back to Soobin. His conversation with the girls had ended, and he was now attending to a customer at the counter. Despite your friend's encouragement, when your lunch break rolled around, you didn't go to the bakery like you said you would. Instead, you found yourself wandering aimlessly through the streets, nibbling on the pastries your friend brought for you. You got back to the bookstore shortly after and carried on with your shift.

As closing time approached, your eyes drifted towards the bakery and you caught a glimpse of Soobin bidding farewell to his co-worker while wiping down the counter. A surge of nervousness washed over you as you watched him. His movements were deliberate yet gentle, his smile warm and sincere. Unable to resist any longer, you decided to take a chance. With a shaky breath, you locked up the bookstore and made your way across the street.

As you stepped inside the inviting warmth of the bakery, the scent of freshly baked bread enveloped you, soothing your nerves. Soobin looked up, his eyes widening slightly in surprise when he saw you standing there.

"Hey," Soobin said, his voice soft.

"You didn't show up for your lunch break like you said you would. Is everything alright?"

You nodded, the words caught in your throat. His concern only made you fall deeper for him.

"Yeah, everything's fine," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I just... needed some time to myself."

"Did you already turn off the espresso machine?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Soobin nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, I just finished cleaning up. Why do you ask?"

"Oh," you said sounding a little disappointed.

"I can turn it back on just for you though," he said, his smile growing wider.

"I was really hoping you'd stop by earlier." 

A rush of warmth flooded through you at his words, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Maybe, just maybe, your friend was right about Soobin's feelings for you. Gathering your courage, you took a step closer to the counter, leaning against it as you met his gaze.

"Thank you," you replied, a shy smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 

"Do you remember where I'm at on my great menu journey?"

Soobin chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with playful delight.

"Of course, how could I forget?" 

"You're on the 'Decadent Delights' section now, right?" Soobin asked amused.

You nodded, feeling your heart flutter at the genuine interest in his eyes. You looked away from him briefly to look at the pastries behind the display case, trying to decide what you'd have with your coffee. You watched as Soobin prepared your drink, concentrating on it like it was the most important order he had to fulfill. He placed the cup in front of you, and his fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. It was a simple touch, but it spoke volumes.

Soobin noticed your attention had gone back to the pastries and he smiled, knowing you always had one with your drink.

"Which one will it be today?" he asked softly.

Turning your attention back to him you decided to go for it.

"One kiss please."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Soobin's lips, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes.

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, "Are you sure about that?"

Your heart quickened at his words, the anticipation filling the air. There was a teasing playfulness to his tone, and you knew he was testing the waters just as much as you were. But you were done with hesitation and second-guessing.

With a surge of courage, you leaned in closer, closing the gap between you. Your lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss, but the sparks that ignited were anything but timid. It was as if time stood still as you melted into each other, the sweet taste of his lips mingling with the rich aroma of coffee in the air. 

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Soobin opened his eyes and looked at you with a mixture of surprise and desire. His fingers gently brushed against your cheek, tracing the path where his lips had just been.

He let out a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," he admitted, his eyes full of vulnerability. 

"But I've been waiting for you to make a move, to give me a sign that you felt the same way."

A surge of relief washed over you, realizing that your feelings were reciprocated. You smiled, intertwining your fingers with his, letting the warmth of his touch anchor you in the reality of this moment.

"I was waiting for you to make a move," you whispered, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

Soobin laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

"Well, I'm not known for my bravery, so I'm glad you made the first move."

You giggled, feeling the weight of the tension finally dissipate. The air was now charged with a newfound sense of excitement and possibility. Soobin squeezed your hand, his smile widening as he leaned in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. 

"Does this mean we're a couple now?" he whispered, his voice filled with hope.

You looked into his eyes, seeing the longing in them, and your heart swelled with affection.

"Yes, I would hope so" you said, your voice steady and filled with certainty. 

The whirring of the espresso machine reminded you of your long-forgotten coffee. 

"I'm sorry, you made this for practically no reason," you frowned, but Soobin shook his head, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"No, it's okay. I've never made that one before, so we'll call it practice."

You smiled, realizing that this was just one of the many little things you liked about him – his unwavering support and ability to turn any situation into something light-hearted. 

"My friend is supposed to meet me here and we were going to get ice cream. Would you like to join us?"

Soobin glanced at the clock on the wall, contemplating for a moment before answering.

"I'd love to join you," he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "Just let me lock up and grab my jacket, and I'll be right back."

Minutes later, Soobin emerged from the back room, his jacket draped over his arm. He locked up the bakery, and the two of you waited outside for your friend to show up. As you stood there, shivering slightly in the crisp evening air, Soobin reached out and gently wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, his touch both comforting and intimate. You blushed and took his hand in yours, leaning into him slightly.

Your friend arrived a few minutes later, a wide grin on her face as she approached the two of you. She glanced up at Soobin, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"(Y/N), would you like to introduce me to your new friend here?" she teased, nudging you playfully.

"This is Soobin, my boyfriend."

a/n: Soobin's part! Bakery worker Soobin really has my heart 🥺

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[chrizztopher97]

WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

DOM!WerewolfChan, SUB!FemReader, swearing, oral, piv, unprotected sex, marking, breeding, breast play, praise, name calling, werewolf AU.

It was a normal day at work, serving costumer after costumer at the store whenever they came. From time to time paying attention at the music playing in the background.

It was one of the most unknown group you liked, called 'Strays', at first it was just a trio but then it became something big as eight yet one disappeared.

Every once in a while you found yourself looking around on the net in case there was any news about it but the only thing you could find was 'personal reasons'.

The bell of the store brought you back from the clouds and you stood up, ready to serve the costumer.

"Welcome." Smiling warmly, you gave a little bow.

The male costumer in return gave a little bow and went to do his own shopping.

Finding yourself immersed in the music, you hummed to the melody, almost tearing up at the voice of that trio you loved, J.One, FoxI.N and Seungmo.

"Gone away..." You hummed grabbing the scanner to scan every item the costumer left on the counter.

Scan after scan, you grabbed a totem reusable bag from under the counter and placed the goods inside.

"You listen to this group?" The guy brought your attention from the song to his voice.

"Oh yeah, definitely my favorite even though that CB97 left or is kinda silent..." You mumbled, clearly feeling afflicted by his absence.

"I'm pretty sure he'll be back." The guy chuckled pulling out his wallet, handling you his card.

"I hope so..." Swiping it to pay, you handled him the POS so that he could dial the pin. "Man, his voice was absolutely gorgeous." You whined in a sad smile.

The guy chuckled and got his stuff. "Thank you..." Looking your name tag for a moment. "Lady Y/N." And with a soft smile he left.

The voice sounded familiar yet you had no idea where the familiar source came from.

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Once the shift was over, you walked back home taking the path from within the forest, a less crowded way you would always take whenever you didn't want to partake in any conversations with the villagers.

After all, everyone was scared of that forest, except you. You were always so curious of what roamed inside of it. The rumors sounded so damn stupid that you knew it was all either a story that one mad man once told or just a way for the police to make sure that people wouldn't go there in case any killer or drug addict would walk around there freely.

It's been a while since you've lived there, almost ten years and you knew the forest like the insides of your pockets and never in your life you encountered killers nor a great, violent and ferocious beast that everyone claimed to exist.

Beast or not, it was peaceful being there, just you, the green and the wind. It was so calming but it did made you wonder if the forest was really claimed by someone or something. After all, there was that big castle at the end of the forest, right besides the lake. A beauty that no one apparently visited besides you.

With the bag in hand, you walked to the castle. As per usual you would make some sort of offerings, knocking three times at the door before leaving.

"Whether someone lives here or not, I'll enter someday." You mumbled looking up, the castle looking enormous to your stature.

Walking outside of the forest, you found a guy in a hat anda long coat walking right past you. "The forest isn't a place for people like you." He simply said before making his way inside.

Not minding whatever the man said, you just went your way home.

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Another day went by, meaning, another day walking inside the forest but this time you hadn't planned meeting anyone nor anything. Hearing growls, you made your way through the source, finding yourself by the lake. A pack of seven big wolves talking among each other, making you surprised by their long, smooth and likely silky fur.

A sniff caught your attention from above you, moving up your gaze you realised you were standing under the muzzle of a huge, black wolf with red eyes staring down at you. It didn't attack nor allerted the pack ahead so you just slowly retracted, making your way to the castle.

"Now, that was definitely insane." You whispered to yourself as you arrived at the start of the stairs of the castle.

Running up, you placed the offerings down before reaching for the doorknob, opening the huge wooden doors.

"No creakings?" You furrowed your brow upward, wondering why such an old castle wouldn't make exhausting noises.

Taking your phone, you turned on the flashlight, walking around. Curious as ever, you wandered around finding many rooms, opening one. The room seemed very old, as if no one ever stayed there for ages. Turning around you noticed something covered by a cloth, taking it down it revealed a painting of a guy in his 20s.

"Damn." Was the only thing you were able to say.

The man had long, dark brown curly hair, red eyes, a refined nose, well proportioned with his handsome face. Plump, looking soft, rosey plush lips.

"Pretty..." You whispered in your breath.

Unable to gather your thoughts you just stared at the painting as much as you wanted but a sound brought you back from your trance. Not knowing what to do, you went to the window.

In the meantime, the pack was looking at the window, amused by whatever you were doing.

"Humans are definitely weird." The wolf with a reddish fur howled.

"She is weird." The silver wolf almost snickered loudly.

"Make some weird sounds inside the house." The pack leader growled. "She wasn't phased even a bit when I was standing above her, wanna see how fearless she is."

The wolf with dark blue shade fur, turning in its human form, opened and closed doors making you prepping yourself on top of the window, ready to climb down.

"What if she falls?" The wolf with a grey fur mumbled.

"Then one of you will save her." The alpha howled back in response.

Taking your time in looking down, you secured your stuff inside your bag and tying your shoelaces, you tilted your head.

The wolves with their eyes on you, watched in amusement.

"Go inside my room, take your time in opening the door." The alpha howled once again.

Wolves, just like any other animal, had their senses heightened but as werewolves, they were able to communicate by kilometres even with just whispers.

Hearing the footsteps approaching and the door moving, you sighed and climbed down with smooth movements. Once at the edge of the last balcony, you just jumped down, causing a scratch on your arm.

"This is for being too nosy." You mumbled securing your bag and slowly running away. "I just hope it wasn't some drug addict or any convicted person." You mumbled making the wolves silently snicker among each other.

"She's definitely amusing." The alpha mumbled to itself.

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Another week passed by with the same routine. Work, walking by the forest, making your offering and then right straight at home.

Today, since it was the weekend, you went to do some grocery shopping, buying fruits and vegetables from the market in town.

"I should get some meat as well..." You mumbled looking at the fresh cuts on the stand as you walked by.

"How can I help you, lady?" The worker smiled genuinely as he fixed the hat on his head.

"Do you have any minced bovine meat?" You questioned hoping to find what you were looking for.

"Of course, anything else?" He questioned while placing two kilos of already covered minced meat inside a bag.

You loved the way this worker didn't leave the meat out in the open but already preserved in bags inside mini fridges.

"Uhm, can I have ten pieces of chicken wings and chicken drums, please." Adding whatever you needed, the worker immediately complied.

Taking all your bags and resting them inside your grocery trolley, you paid and thanked the saler.

He was a nice guy, always with a smile on his face. His ginger hair always caught your attention, making you wonder if it was normal for an Asian guy having real red hair.

"Uhm, sorry for the weird question but I've always been curious. Is that your color?" You questioned the guy, him already looking at you in amusement.

"Oh, yeah." He nodded taking off his hat, placing his hands on both sides of his head, showing you his scalp. "Definitely natural." He chuckled.

He was definitely a natural ginger haired boy and the color suited him very well.

Waving at him, you walked away. Passing by, you saw a stand selling silk items making you stop, touching the fabric and smiling softly at the touch.

"Welcome, lady. What can I get you?" The distinguished accent rang in your ears.

"Do you sell any robes?" You questioned looking at the black bedsheets, feeling the texture before picking the set.

"We do have them in the store," He mumbled taking a pair of keys. "if you may excuse me." The guy spoke to the friend before leading you to his store.

Showing you the vast choices, you looked around and touched the soft fabric. Nodding in amusement you grabbed three different colors. Black, red and purple.

"I'll get these and the black set of bedsheets. Please." You spoke while setting the set onto the counter.

Scanning the items, he grabbed a bag and set them inside. Handling him the card to pay, he gave you the POS. Swiping the card, you inserted the PIN before grabbing your bags and giving a smile at the worker.

"Thank you, have a good day." You said, a genuine smile on your lips.

Returning the generosity, he smiled and waved. "Thank you once again for your purchase." The guy with black hair said before you left.

The town you lived in wasn't a very huge place but you did know everyone yet you tended to forget people names. You only remembered the name of your favourite home designer, Felix.

A guy so radious where his blond hair always made his aura shine even brighter. Always with a smile on his face, specially on rainy and full moon nights.

Passing by his store, you waved at him through the window and went on your way home.

"You see that girl over there? She's Y/N Knight, the daughter of that married couple that was slaughtered by the beast." You heard someone say from your side.

'Yeah, yeah. Slaughtered by the beast.' You shook your head in disbelief.

Just because your parents were killed by that burglar, didn't mean the beast did it.

It made you uncomfortable the fact that the police paid you to keep quiet about the burglar, just for the sake of not having people walk around in the forest.

You could still remember the man's face that after that night it was found killed. To say that you were happy, it would have been an understatement. You were definitely happy that karma got him but you wished for him to suffer just a little more.

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It was night time and by routine you prepared your offerings. Today you decided to make two pies, a huge and a little one. One for yourself and the other, well, for whatever or whoever ate your food.

After you finished your meal, you grabbed the picnic basket and wore your coat before leaving the house. Walking by the path that leaded from your house to the forest, you took in the shining moonlight on your face.

You were so pale to the point that some villagers spreaded rumors about your family being descendants of vampires. You didn't believe it but the fact that you couldn't get tanned and that you didn't really like the sun, it was as if you were meant to walk in the shadows.

"Ha.. a vampire." You chuckled thinking about the rumor that spreaded the night of your parents funeral where you couldn't even shed a single tear.

Not that you were unable to feel anything but you tended to get your already cold feet, a little bit colder whenever you cried. That's why you just let yourself go once you were at home, in front of your fireplace and wrapped with a blanket. You loved your parents so much and having to lie about their death was... atrocious.

Without noticing you found yourself at the bottom of the stairs of the castle. You picked up the basket with your arms and walked up the stairs, making sure to not fall down.

Setting the basket on the floor, you rested the wrapped big plastic plate on the floor and knocked three times before running down the stairs and hiding yourself at the top of a tree.

Tonight you just wanted to know what or who ate all your offerings, wanting to thank them for making you cook more, as if you were cooking for your own family.

Hearing rustling made by footsteps, you could hear some growls before absolute silence.

Looking ahead you saw a man. Walking shamelessly naked under the moonlight. His, obvious, comrades threw him a robe so he could cover.

"Look at her bringing me my favourite." He spoke, his voice sounding so sweet and raspy, making you feel goosebumps all over your body.

"I knew it." You mumbled jumping down the tree.

Turning around you only saw that one man eating your pie, nonchalantly looking at you. Everyone else left fast enough for you to not even notice.

"Thank you for eating my food." You said running up to him.

The man, turned his look from the full moon to you. Standing up slowly before walking towards you.

"You shouldn't be here, lady." He spoke, eyes fixed on your stature.

You felt so small compared to his tall figure.

"You shouldn't either." You mumbled fidgeting with the button of your coat.

A chuckle came from his lips making you dazzled by his cute laugh.

"Go home, the forest is very dangerous." He spoke ruffling your hair. "You might encounter the beast." He said, a teasing smile forming on his lips.

"If you mean that pack of wolves that roam inside the forest, they don't scare me." You nodded your head in affirmation.

Hearing a chuckle, he just walked back up and waved at you.

You gave him a proper look before going away.

Once at home, you couldn't forget the face of that guy, his face reminding you of someone. His voice making your mind wander, as if you already heard him somewhere. Unable to remember where you saw him, you just let it go.

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Another week passed by. Same routine. Work, walk by the forest and then home. The weekend seemed rainy tonight so you had no idea if it was a good thing to go and make your offerings, in hope to see that handsome man.

You couldn't forget his voice nor the way he acted. It felt as if you knew him, yet you didn't.

As you prepared your dinner, lost in thought, you cooked more than you aimed, making it hard for you to decide whether to offer it or store it inside your fridge.

Taking the coin your father gave you, you tossed it.

"Head, I'm not going. Tail, I'm going." Looking down at the coin on the floor, you grabbed your raincoat and went your way with your basket.

If it weren't for your blue raincoat, you would look like little red riding hood and the idea made you giggle.

Humming your favorite song, you finally arrived at the end of the stairs.

"I wish they made a slide to come down." You pouted holding the basket with your forearms before walking up.

Once at the stairs, you set the basket on the floor and knocked three times before going down the stairs. Waiting behind a tree you saw a big wolf walking towards the basket, smiling yet pouting at the same time. You definitely hoped to see that guy again.

Walking towards the wolf, you made a little noise. "Sorry to disturb you, wolf." You mumbled poking it's side.

The wolf stopped eating, looking at you almost in disbelief.

"Have you seen a man this tall?" You questioned holding up your hand to the guy's height. "Very handsome, long, curly dark hair?" Shaking your head you huffed. "Why am I even talking to a wolf as if you could respond..." You whispered stroking its muzzle, not fazed by the fact that such a big animal could literally rip you to shreds.

On the other side, the wolf looked at you incredulous, its tail almost wagging by the touch of your strokes.

'This human is definitely weird.' The wolf thought, lowering its head so you could reach better.

"Do you have a home?" You questioned petting the back of the wolf, burying your fingers inside the long soft fur.

The wolf, amused by the way you were acting, it decided to gamble on the situation. Shaking its head, the wolf lied down on its four legs as if to tell you that it was just a stray animal.

"Wait, you're the same wolf of two weeks ago." You said taking the head between your hands. "Red eyes." You mumbled making the wolf wag its tail. "You do have a pack... I can't bring you home with me..." Pouting, you rubbed its neck. "I'll bring you something tomorrow, yeah?" You smiled and retracted your hand.

Walking back to your place, you sighed.

Meanwhile, the alpha looked at you. Silently following your steps just to know where you lived.

Once you stopped, the wolf hid itself behind a lying tree, observing you.

'How amusing.' The red eyed wolf thought.

As you organised your plants, you moved a big rock with your hands making the wolf muzzle almost open wide.

'Interesting.' It thought as it was watching you effortlessly place it on another side of your garden.

It wasn't a secret that your body was that strong, even if it didn't look like it. No one ever expected it to be like that but you enjoyed the feeling of being able to do whatever you wanted by yourself. Not needing to call anyone just for the sake of moving a mere couch.

It did weirded you out the fact that your muscles were that strong but as your father always said, it was natural strength.

"What was it again?" You questioned thinking about what your father once said. His vague words always confusing you. "Yes, strength that passes from generation to generation." You mumbled to yourself.

The wolf, hearing whatever you were rambling about, turned around and went back to the forest.

"One of you, find out who is this child and which family she is from." The wolf growled to one of its pack that was listening from afar.

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Another full moon arrived, as per routine you prepared your offerings, preparing a special cake. This time you decided to grab a picnic basket and place everything you prepared inside.

Once at the lake, you set the picnic towel on the ground and waited sitting on top of it. Hoping that someone would join you.

Minutes that became hours made you sigh. Taking the cake from inside the basket you put on the candle and took the lighter from your pockets, lighting the little red candle. "Happy birthday to me, I guess..." You whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

It wasn't the first birthday you've spent alone but today you hoped that anyone, whether it was that man or that big wolf or even a small spider, would accompany that cursed date of yours.

Feeling some rustling from the side, you looked up meeting the guy you once saw on a full moon. A robe covering just bits of his body, the sensitive parts especially.

"You're here?" He questioned walking up to you, eyes glaring down at your seated form.

"Where is hi, how are you?" You questioned rolling your eyes.

This guy was definitely weird. Talking to you as if he'd known you for years yet you met only two times.

Sitting next to you, he grabbed a sandwich from the basket and looked at the moon. "Were you cryin'?" He questioned, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"Like hell I'd cry." You mumbled cutting the wild berries cheesecake.

"Lies." He said giggling.

"Why would I even cry?" Taking two plates you set a slice on a plate.

"Because you're friendless, maybe?" He teased, shaking his head as he reached for the empty plate, hoping for you to fill it.

"No cake for you." You scoffed turning around while eating your portion.

"Oh, come on!" He whined reaching for your hand. "You always bring me food, at least grant me a slice of your birthday cake." Poking on your shoulder making you sit still, back straightened at the feeling of his finger.

"Oh, no no." You turned around and looked at him. "I bring food here for whoever lives here, not for you." You mumbled finally giving in and placing a slice of cake on the plate he was eagerly waiting to be filled.

"So cruel." He mumbled taking a big bite from the cake, his canines visible to your eyes.

'So long for a human.' You wondered to yourself.

It was rather weird and rare that someone would want to shape their canines that long and sharp.

"Why are you always naked?" You questioned pointing at his odd vest.

"I don't have a need for complessed clothes." He mumbled handing you the knife.

"Want another slice?" You questioned, looking at his expectant face.

Nodding in return, he moved his now empty plate as if to hurry you.

"Cut it yourself, you have hands." You mumbled before finishing your slice.

Falling on your back, you looked at the moon and listened to the water moving.

"Why are you always here?" His voice caught your attention for a moment.

Eyes looking at him for a moment. "I like it here." You simply responded. "And how do you know I come here often?" Your voice almost concerned.

'Is he stalking me?' Thinking for a moment before realising that if he wanted to do something to you, he wouldn't have wasted time chit chatting for no reason.

"I take walks around here often." He mumbled, eyes looking elsewhere.

"Are you homeless?" You questioned, almost caught off guard by your rudeness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask you this way." You mumbled fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve.

The guy just laughed, shaking his head he lied down right next to you. "I do have a home. But I like taking walks here as well."

Nodding, understanding the feeling you sighed. Perhaps a sigh that whispered how lonely you felt and how grateful you were for him to show up randomly.

"Wait." You mumbled looking at him. "How did you know it was a birthday cake?" You questioned holding yourself with your elbows.

"I happened to hear you." He mumbled touching something from his vest. "Here." He mumbled handing you a box.

"And you magically have this with you because?" You questioned, confused as to why he would bring something inside a robe that has no pockets.

"Because I happened to know you were coming here and I wanted to give it to you regardless." He said handling it to you. "So take it." He mumbled, voice sounding calm and gentle yet demanding.

Weirded out by the sudden gesture, you grabbed the box and opened it. Inside it lied the pendant of a necklace. A red lapis lazuli with a bat with closed wings on top.

"Mhm. Not that I dislike it but..." You mumbled taking it in your hand, surprised by the sudden movement the wings of the bat made. Opening as if ready to fly away. "Uh... Is it supposed to be doing that?" You questioned, eyebrows furrowed confusedly.

"Hmm..." He mumbled looking at it and then at you. "Hold this for a second." He mumbled pulling out a second box.

Already weirded out, you just did what he told you. Opening the box and revealing another pendant with a white mineral with the shape of a full moon.

Taking it in your hand, you looked at him. "What about it?" You mumbled, curious as to why he was giving you these type of gifts.

"Interesting..." He mumbled looking at your hands now holding those two minerals.

Glancing down you saw the second necklace shining from a white to a bloodshot red color.

"Do they change based on emotions?" You questioned curiously.

"Something like that." He mumbled looking at the pendants, as if to remember the shape they took once in your hands.

"Take the one you think fits you best." He spoke, now looking into your eyes.

There was something weird about all this but you couldn't understand what it was.

"I like them both." You mumbled tracing the lines of the adornment.

"Which one feels like home to you?" He questioned, eyes fixed on yours.

Those dark pupils eyeing you as if you had to give the man a satisfying answer.

"Home.." You mumbled out loud as you looked at the two gifts.

"My dad would choose the bat one and my mother would also choose the same as my dad." You pondered, weighing them on your palms for no reason. "But I like the moon one better."

"Hmm." He whispered taking the moon pendant, wrapping the necklace around your neck.

Standing up, he looked at you and scooped down to your height.

"Call me if you sense you're in any danger, got it?" He said, a serious tone in his voice, taking you off guard.

Nodding your head, he stood up and waved at you as he took the picnic basket. "I'll return it next time, birthday girl." He mumbled before leaving you all alone.

Puzzled at the sudden sentence, you sat there for a moment before going home.

Once wrapped up with your blankets you wondered. "And how am I even supposed to call a guy I don't even know the name of?" You mumbled shaking your head before dozing off.

On the other side, the guy felt a light breeze on his neck, knowing that you were thinking of him.

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Another week passed and you were going to the forest with big bloody steaks to give to the wolves.

"Brought you something!" You exclaimed walking up to the wolves that were looking at you.

"You smell that? Mhm... wanna dig my fangs on it." The wolf with a blondish fur howled as you opened the bag.

"The other week, the two things you gave me, they did change." The alpha growled to one of its pack.

"Both of them?" The wolf with a brownish fur howled.

Your hand reaching for the meaty steaks and place them each in front of the wolves as you heard them howl and growl.

The alpha nodded, muzzle reaching for your neck. "Hey hey, the meat is there. Not me." You mumbled, the moon pendant necklace now showing.

"But she chose this one?" The question came rather curious.

"She did want them both but I told her to choose just one." The alpha looked at you before digging in to the portion of meat you placed under its nose.

Smiling fondly at those wolves, it felt as if you had little puppies around you all the time. Patting the blond fur of one of the wolves, you smiled as you saw the sparkle in its golden eyes.

Tilting your head, you took a few steps backwards, sitting on the cement while looking at all of them.

"Is it even normal for a wolf to have red eyes?" You mumbled to yourself. "Hmm..." You hummed bringing out an old book that was in your father's studio.

Flipping some pages randomly you stopped on an odd page. Almost impossible to recognise.

"Werewolves, uh..." You whispered trying to read the word carefully.

The wolves, halted their snickering as soon as they heard you but you didn't mind it. After all, they were wolves who couldn't understand you anyways. That's what you thought, of course.

"Did she just say..." The dark purple furred wolf with golden eyes howled.

"Later." The alpha growled taking its seat behind your back.

Leaning onto the wolf belly, you hummed while trying to read the words. "Ugh." Whining you changed page. "It's too dark here to read this old page." Whining you gave up as you rest your eyes for a moment.

"Oh! Vampires." You mumbled looking interested.

"Vampires, enemies of werewolves for long time where the existence serve for the purpose of equilibrium between light and darkness, life and death." You started reading the phrase.

The wolves looking among each other, the alpha gritting its teeth.

"Bloodthirsty creatures, just like werewolves, that catch their preys by playing with them. Emotionally and physically." You mumbled touching the picture.

Your fingers tracing the line of the man's face painted on the paper.

"Not my type." You scoffed flipping the page once again stopping at the sight of the guy you spent your birthday with.

"Wait a second." You mumbled taking your phone to turn on the flashlight.

The wolf behind you moving uncomfortably against your face. "I'll pat you later." You mumbled pulling its muzzle away from your face.

Staring blankly at the picture, a thought came on your mind. "Oh my God. He's the guy in the painting!" You exclaimed tapping with your feet on the grass.

"That's why it felt as if I've seen him somewhere." You mumbled closing the book.

"He's hotter in person." You giggled to yourself. "But that's probably a relative of his." You whispered looking at the old picture.

The wolves in the meantime looked at you as if they understood what you meant. Your eyes wandering everywhere.

"Call me if you sense any danger." You mocked the guy you met, name still unknown. "Yeah, danger. As if I can't even hold a damn cooking knife." You scoffed looking at the wolf behind you.

"He belittled me but he's the one who should know I am the danger." You whined stretching your body. "Such a mean, handsome guy." You pouted, the wolves snickering among each other.

"What will you do if she learns the truth?" The dark purple furred wolf questioned to the alpha.

"As long as I'm cursed, she'll never learn about it." The alpha howled.

Closing your eyes you hummed your favourite song 'Placebo'.

"I wanna meet these Strays' guys so bad." You mumbled in a whine. "My dear CB97, come back to me!" With a semi begging voice, you looked at the night sky and stretched your arms.

The rest of the night passed with you getting almost walked by all those wolves back home. It felt rather weird but at least you weren't alone.

"If I see my garden messed up, I know it's because of you." You looked at those eight big wolves that were standing behind you. "Behave and go back to your place. I'll arrange you a spot here when I have time." Pointing your finger up as if you were scolding them.

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Back in the forest, almost all of the wolves shifted back to their human forms, everyone except for the leader.

"What do we do now?" One of the pack questioned while opening the door of the castle, making way for their leader to enter.

"We're getting too tangled up with that human." The guy with ginger hair mumbled. "The vampires will definitely think we're breaking the oath." Visibly annoyed thinking back on what happened ten years ago.

"The vampires have no right to utter a single word for what they did the last time." The alpha growled sitting by the fire.

"About that, Chris." The blond haired guy spoke. His voice sounding rather hesitant.

"What happened Felix?" The alpha growled. Impatient to understand as to why he would act like that.

Felix looked at him, almost scared to see his own alpha lose control over his possible response.

"The man that was killed by the vampires ended up to be the killer of Y/N's parents." He mumbled scratching the back of his neck.

"I did hear some rumor like that once but I wasn't sure about it." The guy with fake glasses on spoke as he set them on the table.

"How do you know?" Chris, growled.

"Y/N and I have a good friendship." Felix mumbled.

As silence befall the entire castle, the pack awaited for their alpha to start speaking.

"Changbin, Jisung, Minho." Chris growled looking at them. "Find out the location of those vampires who killed her parents." Proceeding with his own thoughts. "Jeongin, Hyunjin, Seungmin, I want you to find out who spreaded rumors about her family." Looking at them briefly before shifting his gaze to Felix. "You stay close to her."

"Why are you doing all of this?" Changbin questioned frustrated.

All of them were siblings and they followed their alpha with eyes closed and neither of them ever faltered their trust in him. Their elder brother was their own moon. Always shielding and protecting each other like the family they were.

"Besides you that bring me food constantly, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been able to remain strong." He howled. "The curse has gotten worse but her food helps me regain my supernatural strength to the point that I started shifting again at every full moon." He explained.

Reminiscing to those weeks he passed closed in his room as a wolf, blocked by anything and going out only whenever he heard knocks. Then roaming around the forest finding food in front of their house. All that food ignited something in him.

He was finally able to turn back for more than just a full moon every two months. His strength came back making it easier for him to shift back to his human form every full moon in a single month.

"There's something I need from her." He howled leaving the others in complete confusion.

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Another week passed and as it was another beautiful night. The full moon was shining so brightly and you decided to make plans to find that guy you eagerly waited to see.

In the meantime you walked the path to the castle, the pack was having a heated argument with the vampires to the point that they couldn't even smell nor hear you.

Hiding behind a tree you could see Felix right behind your annoying semi naked friend. Your eyes didn't focus yet on the situation but once they did, you could see two people brought on their knees by force.

You could recognise the built body of the silk salesman, hands holding down the woman and man by their necks, so easily. His arms sleeveless showing his toned biceps.

"Behave." He spoke so coldly making you unable to recognise him.

Everytime you would come by the market, he would always give you a nice smile, making you wonder if it was the same person.

"Now tell me the truth." Your friend questioned. Voice so harsh to the point that it made you wonder if his personality towards you was all fake.

"They were our kind." The man held by the neck spoke.

"We just did what we ought to do." The woman spoke after.

"And the child?" He then questioned. Eyes looking down at them.

For some reason it reminded you of how the alpha of the wolf pack looked at you the first time you met.

'Should I just go?' You questioned yourself as you were hesitant of showing yourself.

"She's not of our kind." The man spoke, harsh words coming from his voice.

"How is that even possible?" Felix spoke, his deep voice catching you off guard as a growl almost came out from his throat.

"We don't know. It was because of that wi-" The woman spoke but got caught by your nameless friend.

"You mean to tell me that woman put a hex on her as well?" He questioned, head twitching on the left. His jaw clenched and his hands closed in fists.

He looked visibly mad about something.

"We don't know. We just know that the woman met her parents after she was conceived." The man responded.

Unable to think anything of whatever was going on, you just left.

Once at home, you just moved the food from the basket to the fridge before going to bed.

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Some weeks passed and you hesitated going to the forest as you fell sick. A sore throat that made you stop talking.

While working you kept yourself silent, hoping that no costumer would find you rude.

Coming back home, you decided once again to take the village route. Casually nodding as to greet some people that passed by.

Once at the gates of your home, you opened it and walked to the back of the house to quickly water the plants. That night was moonless, there was no hint of light besides your house.

As you turned to go in, you heard a growl making you turn around and see the red eyed wolf.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned so silently. Voice feeling so broken and throat hurting so bad. "Sorry, I'm not feeling so good." You mumbled quietly before turning around and getting inside.

The wolf looked at you, incredulous of the cold way you treated him.

"Open." Chris howled, paw reaching for the window.

Sighing you opened the window and closed it behind you once the wolf was inside.

"Paws." You whispered, a cloth in your hands.

Kneeling down, he gave you the paws that you cleaned thoroughly. Making sure to clean under the claws.

"Don't expect me to be joyfull, I feel very sick." You mumbled standing up.

Opening the fridge you took a steak and placed it on the wolf's muzzle.

"Have this, don't make a mess while I change my clothes." You murmured so quietly as you left.

Christopher, the wolf, couldn't stop wondering why you didn't even look for him. Not a single time. After all you had the necklace and just the thought of him would have called upon his name so why wasn't he in your head.

Once the wolf finished eating, he walked around the house, looking at the picture frames of your family, recognising the faces of your parents making him mad at the idea of you being their daughter.

As you came out in the living room, wearing your warmest pajama, you hopped on the couch and patted the place next to yours.

"Sit beside me. I'm cold." You whispered, voice shaking as a very terrible cough escaped your throat. "Ugh..." You whined as you covered yourself with a heavy blanket.

The wolf came on top of the couch making you stand up and lean on its belly. Picking the remote you placed a movie in hope to fall asleep.

Putting on a horror movie, the start was enough to make you fall asleep on the red eyed wolf that every inhale and exhale vibrated through your entire body, making you feel somewhat relaxed.

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On the night of the full moon, Christopher shifted back on his human form for the first time after he couldn't because of your absence.

After waiting for some time, he saw you walking up the stairs of the castle. Going down from the top of the highest roof of the mansion, he came from behind you.

"You surely come here just whenever you want, uh?" He questioned sarcastically as he poked your sides.

"Missed me?" You teased, your voice sounding as clear as water.

'No more sickness, uh?' He thought to himself.

"Why would I?" He teased back. "After all, the one who missed me was you." Pointing at the bag you were holding.

Mocking him in response, you just gave him the bag and ruffled his hair, feeling something soft moving under your touch. "Don't get too excited or you'll end up wagging your tail." You joked aiming to leave.

"You're leaving?" He questioned making you turn around. "Thought you dressed so prettily for me." He teased making you chuckle.

"I have a date. Now, bye bye." You responded making him almost explode the sandwich he was holding in his hand.

"Have fun." He just replied before you disappeared from his sight.

"Follow her and find out who that guy is." Chris spoke, voice so damn cold that it made his own pack scared.

Complying to his orders they found her walking around with a human, the way he was holding onto her made it understand that they had to somehow interrupt the date.

Changbin and Minho made their way between you two, acting playfully as if they were joking around.

"Oh, sorry." They mumbled seeing that you and the guy separated from each other.

"Oh, it's you!" You exclaimed pointing at Minho. "You were all about not going to the forest while going inside yourself." You teased him making him shake his hand. "Acting all so badass."

"Oh, he's always so grumpy at first but he's a softie on the inside." Changbin spoke holding you by the shoulders.

"You okay with this guy?" He questioned softly in your ear.

"Can you come up with something, he wants to take me to his place..." You whispered very quietly.

Smirking, he looked at his friend and held you close. "Changbin will take care of this." He mumbled pointing at himself before turning to the guy.

"I'm so sorry but my sister needs to come home immediately." He spoke, eyes piercing to his skull. "So bye." He mumbled pulling you away. "Minho, grab some food on your way back." He mumbled before making his way to the forest.

"You have no idea how mad Christopher is." He mumbled in his breath making you look up to him.

"Why would he?" You questioned, eyes definitely look for some honesty in his words.

"He's very serious about some things." Changbin mumbled, making you halt in your steps.

"Why would he?" You questioned so incredulous. "It's not like he's my boyfriend." You mumbled walking once again.

In response Changbin just mumbled something unaudible to your ears.

Once in the forest, you were halted by Chris' arms wrapped around you.

"I'm not staying here." You mumbled pushing him aside. "Going home right now." You added turning around.

"Stay." His voice firm yet so gentle.

"I'm exhausted." You mumbled waving at everyone.

As you left, they all looked at their pack leader for a moment before going inside. Not wanting to feel his rage even for a moment.

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Two days after you left him all alone, he couldn't help it but come to your house, finding you opening the window for his wolf form to enter.

"Was waiting for you, I didn't see you for a while." You giggled rubbing the belly making him wag his tail.

While listening to music you halted in your steps.

"CB97 is Chris!" You exclaimed so eager. "That says a lot about the way I could recognise his voice." You mumbled, the wolf nuzzling on your chest.

Caressing his muzzle, you bopped his nose. "You're so heavy but so fluffy." You giggled rubbing his ears.

Not caring much about the way he acted in front of you, you both ended up falling asleep on the couch of your living room.

The next day you woke up, it felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from your body. Yawning you opened your eyes to find a bare chest against your face making you startled to the point of falling from the couch.

"What the hell?" You questioned eyeing the guy that was next to you.

He looked at you for a moment before standing up. His naked body almost fully revealed to your sight.

"Chris, when did you come here?" Your voice shaky from embarrassment.

"Didn't think you'd be able to break the curse just like this." He mumbled ruffling his hair revealing his ears. Wolf ears.

"And even in one of the worst period I could be in." He whispered coming closer to you, pulling you by the waist. "Had to break it right in time for rut season, uh?" His lips moving closer to your ear.

"Are you a..." Unable to even comprehend your own thoughts you looked behind him for some sort of confirmation.

A tail.

"Is this even possible?" You questioned looking up to him, finding his eyes fixed intently on yours.

Blushing, you tried to move your gaze elsewhere making him place a hand on your chin, pulling it up with his index and stroking it softly with his thumb.

"Anything is possible, cutie." He whispered leaning closer.

"Now that explains everything..." You mumbled thinking back at the night where you saw him looking so menacing.

Confused, he looked at you and sat back on the sofa, making sure to cover his prominent bulge under the blanket.

"We should talk." He mumbled pulling you by the hand, making you sit on the table to look directly at him.

After he explained everything to you, from the death of your parents, to his life, the curse he undergo and how your parents killed their entire werewolf bloodline, leaving only him with his pack made you feel so wrong. It felt as if you knew nothing about your family.

"If they killed your bloodline, why do you treat me with care?" You questioned softly, eyes filled with tears.

"Because you're not responsible for what happened hundred years ago." He answered, making you pause for a moment.

"How old are you?" Head so confused to the point that the only thing you could focus on was his age.

"126 years old." He mumbled caressing the skin under your eyes to take the tears off of your face.

"And you want to go to your rut season with me?" You questioned in disbelief.

"I won't touch you if you don't want me to." He whispered leaning in. "But know that just talking right now it's so difficult for me."

He looked at you so gently but his red eyes looked at you as if he was already eating you up.

"I don't think I'm capable of holding your puppies..." You mumbled, shocked by whatever thought came out in your head.

He chuckled, eyes lingering on yours before looking at your lips. "Don't worry about that, I'm pretty sure you're capable of holding at least six of them." He whispered standing up.

Hand still holding yours, he made you stand up and pressed your body against his. "Now make me feel how much you missed your CB97." He whispered, a hand of his trailed from your waist to the curve of your ass.

"Chris... Am I perhaps your mate?" You questioned so softly, your voice choked by your own saliva.

"Are you questioning me if I claimed you?" He spoke, a hint of tease in his words.

His lips reached your cheek, kissing it softly. "Is it because Changbin told you that I get possessive about what's mine?" Kissing your cheeks once again he looked at you before leaving a kiss on your neck. "Or is it because I ordered them to interrupt your date?"

"I meant like... imprinting or something..." You whispered, your hands shaky. Legs feeling so weak that if he didn't hold you, you would have fallen on the floor.

You had no idea where to put your focus on. Whether it was on his lips on your neck, his hand that was massaging your ass cheek or on his hardness pressed on your belly. Hearing his chuckle, you looked up to him.

"We're not in Twilight." He giggled taking both your sides, caressing your ass cheeks for a moment before pulling you up in his embrace. "Werewolves claim their mates with their mark." He explained, walking towards your room making you self conscious about what was about to happen.

You did wonder when you would end up in bed with him but never ever in your thoughts you imagined to be held by someone who was secretly a werewolf.

"And what if I don't want it?" You questioned softly as he put you down on the mattress, caressing your legs softly.

"Then, I'll go away and you won't see me ever again." He whispered placing himself between your legs. "Worst case scenario the curse will come back and I'll have to wait another hundred years to find someone like you."

Not knowing what to make of the situation, you just stared at him. A visible reddish blush scattered on your cheekbones making your skin heating up.

"Want me to stop?" He questioned softly, leaning forward, arms resting on your sides, palms placed in both sides of your face. "Gotta admit, it's not ideal of me being already naked..." He whispered in a chuckle as he leaned in closer, hips pressed on your core.

With a slow huff, you looked at him and giggled. "You've been always semi naked." You teased, hands reaching to touch his ears but stopping midway, not knowing if you could do such intimate thing.

Regardless of the moment, that was the first time you ever been so intimate with him. Not that you disliked it nor wanted to deny it. After all, he was in your most intimate thoughts. Whether you intently thought of him while pleasuring yourself or even if his face just happened to pop up everytime you happened to reach your peak.

Lowering his head, he nuzzled his head on your hand. "You can touch, baby." He whispered leaning in so slowly.

With the prints of your thumb and index, you felt the texture of his ear. It felt silky and smooth just like when he was a wolf.

With a soft whimper, he leaned more into your touch. Getting up with your elbows, you leaned your face forwards.

"Stop hesitating..." You mumbled pressing your lips on his, letting a gruttal moan escape from his mouth to yours.

Smirk forming on his lips, he gave you a light peck. "How many rounds?" His sweet voice questioned as your lips kept on staying locked.

"As far as I can hold?" You questioned back, not understanding what he meant by that.

With a chuckle he pressed his lower body on your thigh. "I mean, how many rounds do you need to get used to me." Kissing your lips softly, he looked at you warmly.

Caught off guard, you gulped down and felt the prominent pressure between your legs. Unable to look him in the eyes, your blush colored your entire face making it harder for him not to giggle at your reactions.

"Such an adorable creature you are." He whispered caressing your lips with his finger. "I'll go slowly and when you'll tell me, I'll move better," Kissing your forehead for a few moments before continuing speaking. "how does that sound, my lady?"

His red eyes looked down on yours, your breath caught in your throat as you looked at his plush, plump, soft and sweet lips aiming at the softest part of your neck. "After all, I should do what my lady wishes me to do."

Biting your lower lip, you closed your eyes enjoying the beautiful feeling of his lips on your skin. "Ha..." Letting out a delicate moan, he smirked on your skin, looking up to you.

"Shall I?" Whispering, he retracted his lips from your neck to place his hands on the hem of your pajamas shirt.

With a nod you sat on your knees and let him pull up your shirt.

"Wait." You whispered getting off the bed. "I... I need a moment." You mumbled running to the bathroom.

Swiftly taking off your pajamas, you looked at your body from the mirror and looked in case there were any imperfections. Taking your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth and hopped in the shower to clean your body thoroughly.

"Getting me so hypnotized to the point of forgetting basic things like hygiene..." You mumbled in your breath as you got out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

On the other hand, Chris that was waiting you in bed, was giggling at your words. Unable to resist your adorable ways of acting.

Getting off the bed himself, he opened your closet and took a pair of shorts wearing them. "Guess I'll need the boys to get me some clothes now..." He mumbled walking to the bathroom, knocking three times.

"You okay in there, my lady?" His soft voice caught your attention making you halt in your steps.

"Ah, yes. I'll be out in a second." You mumbled drying your body and putting on some essential oil.

"Not that one.." He mumbled in his breath. "I might risk going too indelicate if you use this one scent.." Slowly opening the door, he got the bottle from your hands. "This one only could make me wild out of rut season.."

Slowly moving his hands on the shelf, he took a red bottle and placed it in your fingers. "This one will keep me at least a little calm." Securing the towel wrapped around your body, he walked you out of the bathroom. "Take your time, I'll clean myself up, I definitely need it." He chuckled kissing your forehead before closing the door behind him.

"There are some supplies on the third drawer." You mumbled before walking to your bedroom.

As he caught himself in the shower, you hurriedly massaged yourself with the berry essential oil everywhere. From your face to your neck, from your breasts to your hips and then from your thighs to your toes.

Wrapping yourself with the black silky robe, you fixed the bedroom, lightning up some red cinnamon candles, scattering some petals on the mattress before sitting at the edge of the bed. Brushing your semi dried hair with your fingers.

After some time, Chris came in the room and leaned against the door frame. Arms wrapped on his chest as he looked at how you organised the bedroom.

"Cinnamon?" He questioned walking slowly, towel wrapped around his waist. Body still covered in droplets of water.

"You don't like it?" You questioned almost reaching to turn off all the candles.

"Mh... I do," He murmured taking you by the hand to make you stand up. "it's really relaxing me." He whispered lowering his face to your height. "That's what I usually ask the pack to put in my room so that I don't go around breeding anyone and anything." He joked, lips brushing on your cheeks.

Leaning into his touch, you reached to wrap your hands behind his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you locked your lips with his in a sweet and delicate kiss.

"How do you normally like it?" You whispered caressing his ears tenderly.

"Baby, do you think a wolf mates just with anyone?" He chuckled lifting you up so smoothly while sitting you onto his lap.

Hands reaching for your butt cheeks, you looked at him with a blush on your face. Seeing his tail wagging behind his back, you chuckled kissing his cheek.

"I guess someone is eagerly waiting for something." You teased as you brushed your fingers behind his back.

"Babygirl, you're merely covered by silk and you expect me to resist you?" He teased, hands reaching your thighs.

Caressing your skin slowly, he cupped your butt cheeks once again, lifting up the thin material just to finally feel some of your skin.

Letting out a soft moan, you leaned in to capture his lips with yours. At first the kiss was tender and gentle but a few moments later it just came out to be so desperate. His hands moving around your body, exploring every inch he missed so far.

Breathless, his lips moved from your lips to your neck, nibbling on your skin fervently. Fingers moving at the loose tie you made, making the robe fall behind your back in seconds.

Wrapping an arm behind your waist, he lifted you and easily made you lie down on the mattress. Completely naked, he unwrapped the towel from his waist making it fall behind him as he propped himself between your thighs.

Softly moaning, your hands reached for his back, caressing his skin gently. Nails slightly grazing him as he let out a breathy moan.

"I hope you can keep up with these four weeks," He whispered brushing the tip of his cock on your folds. "I got some pent up sexual frustration..."

"Four wee-" Interrupted by the shaft of his lenght entering inside, you let out a little cry. Digging your nails on his skin making him let out one of the most delicious sounds you'd ever heard coming from him.

"Fuck.." He mouthed as he entered fully inside of you. "So wet and ready for me.." Kissing your lips once again, he captured your lower lip between his teeth.

A hand trailing your curves. From you ass to your breasts, playing with your hard nipple, he gave a light squeeze to your tit before parting his lips for a second. "...can I move?" He questioned so silently.

Kissing him back in response, he held your body pressed against his as you arched your back feeling him sliding outside of you. "Ha.." Huffing and soft moanings muffled by your open mouthed kiss as he slid right back inside.

A hand squeezing your chest while the other squeezed your ass cheek as the arm made its way to part your right leg so that he could slide in and out easily.

"You feel so damn good, baby." He whispered softly in a breathy moan.

Holding onto his muscular body, you let out his name escape from your lips several times. Your core feeling as if a fire was ignited all over you. Loving the way his chest moved its way, flexing every muscle every time he thrusted himself inside of you.

Unable to resist longer, you cried out his name as you came for the first time. Arching your back, he let out a howl making his way with his fangs on your neck.

"Where can I mark you, my lady?" He whispered grazing his teeth on your skin.

"Anywhere it's fine." You mumbled trying to catch your breath.

In a swift motion, you found yourself on top of him. Not a single time he slid himself out of you. Unable to even resist the urge anymore, he caught your wrists behind your back, his free hand moving so slowly against your ass cheek but the motion felt hundred times harder than you could imagine.

You felt vibrations through your entire body as he digged his fangs inside the flesh of your shoulder. Thrusting as deeper and harder into you.

"Oh my God!" You couldn't refrain from screaming as both the pain and pleasure were overwhelming you.

His hand easily tying your wrists behind your back as the other kept on fondling your ass. "You taste heavenly." Whispering in your ear as he slammed himself harder and harder.

"Fuck Chris.." You whined as you were easily manhandled by his strong arms.

Even your strength couldn't compare to his. The way he kept you under his firm yet so gentle hands, as he did his best to keep up a pace as humanly as possible.

"My lady, hope you can forgive my rudeness." He whispered standing up and walking against the wall.

Your back arching at the chill feeling of the cold wall as he kept on pushing in and out, in and out.

His claws slowly grazing your skin lightly as he kept on fucking you to insanity. "The way you're sucking me in..." His voice slightly above a whisper. "Makes me going insane." He mumbled freeing your hands and placing a palm on the side of your face.

His claws digging in the wooden wall as the other kept on holding you from your ass, slapping it from time to time as he kept on moving.

Your nails reaching for his shoulder, digging fervently inside his skin. Your voice unable to stop the sounds from the blissful sensations.

"126 years and you started making music?" The random question made his movements stop for a moment.

Tail moving at every thrust he made, ears jumping up and down everytime his head moved, a dazed look in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip caught between his teeth. "Babygirl, you're surely amusing if you make such questions in these heated settings." He chuckled continuing his movements once again, slowing the speed this time.

"I need to keep myself focused or else you'll end up stopping in a few moments." You mumbled holding his ears in your palms.

"Alright then." He mumbled pulling you down.

Turning you around, your back faced him as he pushed your stomach gently onto the mattress. "Well, after some time of changing jobs, I wanted to experiment some new things," He mumbled rubbing the shaft of his hardness at your entrance. "and music felt like a good start." He mumbled slowly spreading your sweet hole with his thumbs as he slid himself with a single thrust making the both of you moan in unison.

"You intend on.. huff.. coming back?" You questioned as you let your feet float mid air as he was holding your waist up.

"Maybe, but not so sure." He huffed in response. Both of his fingers holding your hips with ease.

As he entered slowly once again, you couldn't help but clench around him making his claws slowly scratch your skin. "You want me to?" Leaning down, he planted a trail of wet kisses on your back.

"If it's not your priority," Trying your best in gulping down some moans, you bit on the pillow. "I'd love it if your music would only be heard by me." You confessed brazenly as your voice got cut by the fast pace he started.

"Damn it," He whispered in your ear. "you're so damn fuckable, baby." Pressing his body on yours, making sure to not crush you, he reached to hold your hands.

Trapping both of them in his big palm, he kept on diving deeper. "Makes it so damn difficult to resist you." With that, he released himself inside of you. "Don't worry, you'll need at least to spend at least four rut seasons with me before getting breeded." He mumbled kissing your scapula.

"Tell me more about it.." You whispered in your breath. "so I can stay conscious."

Turning you around, he wrapped your legs around his torso as he pushed forward into you. Your wrists still trapped in the single palm of his hand while his other massaged your breasts.

"Your reproductive system needs as much wolf seed to be able to change." He mumbled moving slowly once again. "Specially since your werewolf genes were put to a deep sleep, I need to wake your body with my semen." He huffed trying to capture your lips in a kiss, you moved to the side to be able to speak.

"I'm not human?" You questioned confusedly as he stopped moving. "If my parents were both vampires, it's already weird I'm not like them."

Balls deep inside you, he pressed a soft kiss on your temple. "You do have vampires genes too but the same witch that cursed me, made your body different. You were supposed to be a pure blood vampire but whatever she did, it made your vampirism manifest through your physical strength only." He explained, hand caressing your cheek. "I had Seungmin get a sample of your blood and he made the discovery that your body modified exponentially by the time you kept on coming to the forest," Hand reaching to cup your tit giving it a little squeeze. "and then as I shifted back to human form, it was easier for my pheromones to envelope your body ecosystem."

"I don't donate... How did you get my blood?" You questioned holding yourself up with your elbows.

"Please, don't ask." He whispered kissing your lips softly before holding you steadily.

Setting the thought aside, you reached behind his neck, playing with his hair as he started thrusting faster than before.

Eyes shut, lips locked in open mouthed kisses, you kept on moaning and moaning. His name getting trapped in his throat at every time you screamed how good it felt, how Godly he was made just for you.

His body always enticed you sex appeal. Such a handsome man, werewolf, all for yourself to love. All for yourself to feel this Intense love.

Arching your back once again, you came in unison with him, hitting a high pitched orgasm as ecstasy left your pores. His seed splurting inside of you.

After countless hours, of non-stop sex, he decided to stop himself. For the sake of not having you falling unconscious onto him. Preparing you a meal, he wrapped his arms around your body and cuddled up with you, falling asleep on each other.

The next day, by the moment you woke up, you had time to eat and go to work and by the second you opened the door, he rushed to hold you. Almost tearing your clothes apart.

His length standing proud as you got on your knees, opening your mouth slowly as you started sucking him, making him hiss a breath. "Babygirl..." He whispered softly, fingers buried in your hair.

Massaging your scalp, he guided your head on his cockhead, deep-throating himself for a couple of minutes before releasing his seed countless times in your throat. Cum flooding directly in your throat, you looked up to him and smiled as you gulped him down.

"Such a naughty girl I got, uh?" He chuckled bending down to lift you up.

Throwing you on the mattress, he prepped himself up for another day of pure blissful ecstasy. "Gonna make a pie out of you." He whispered burying himself inside of you.

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It's been a while since you've been Christopher's woman. He started going to work as well so he could help himself getting back into society.

"Baby.. you really want to keep living here?" He whined while moving the couch as per your orders. "You know I live in a castle?"

"You're so clueless to the point that it's cute." You chuckled halting your hand. "I'm making this our rendezvous whenever it's breeding season." You mumbled tilting your head.

Moving the second couch yourself, you placed it on the other side. "And we had so much fun." You chuckled as you leaned over his body. "And last time, whenever we had intercourse at your manor, you happened to release so much pheromones that it made the pack crazy." You pulled him into your arms and hugged him.

"Still..." Pouting, he gave you that dazed look of submission once again. "Wanna claim you everywhere I can."

Ruffling his hair you stamped a soft peck on his lips. "Never got to ask, does this mark mean we're married?" You questioned caressing his ears.

Tail wagging, he buried his face on your chest. "Not yet, it's a proposal." He mumbled kissing between your breasts. "I should get your mark to be able to say we're married."

"And is there a ceremony?" You questioned rubbing his back softly. Nails grazing on his skin, he nuzzled his nose on your neck.

"Sorta." He mumbled pulling away. "It's a little bit naughty though."

Confused you looked at him and let your hands fall on your stomach. "Which is?" You questioned confusedly, eyebrow furrowed.

"We have to mate under the full moon while the pack watches." He mumbled swifting his look on the side. Ears pulled down, tail falling on your thigh.

Hearing his response made you instantly sit up. "Ah.." You mumbled. A blush spreading all over your face. "So.. basically public sex.." You whispered in your breath.

Leaning on your neck, he buried himself to hide his embarrassment. "I should have told you before but it's not something we can avoid.. it's part of the tradition." He whispered placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Can I be at least clothed..?" You questioned shyly.

"Oh, we won't be naked. We have a specific attire, let's say." He mumbled looking up to you. "There's still time until you become a wolf, don't worry."

Leaning towards your face, he started kissing you all over your face. Giggling you went to sit onto his lap. "How is work going?" You questioned, nose stroking his.

"Thought of opening a shop of my own." He mumbled rubbing your buttocks softly. "After all, all my brothers have one." He pointed out. "Seungmin is a doctor, Felix does home design, Changbin sales silk, Jeongin is a butcher, Hyunjin is a painter while Jisung and Minho sell clothes." Leaning on your face, he kissed your nose. "Wanna do something myself but I don't know what to do..." He whined.

"I always forget that you're all siblings." You giggled as you tried to comfort your big yet so adorable wolf. "But how come you're the alpha?" You questioned curiously.

"I'm the first born, of course." He said proudly. "And the first borns are always the next generations' alphas." He chuckled holding you.

Leaning forward he captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss that once again leaded you both completely naked, holding each other ever so tightly.

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Busy enjoying your first ever holiday, you found yourself roaming around the castle, cleaning around so that when your fiancée and his brothers came, they'd find everything in order.

"And with this. I'm done cleaning!" You exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Time for dinner." You mumbled taking off your man's sweatshirt.

It's been precisely two rut seasons since you've been in a relationship with Chris and you never found yourself unhappy.

He found his ideal job and always gave you strength to remain in a good and healthy shape. Owning a gym was probably a good thing since there wasn't one in the village so opening it was an easy thing to do.

Even though the pack was filthy rich, due to them being already passed a hundred years old, they never stopped working saying that they'd need to remain indoors for a long time once it was too obvious that they don't age at all.

As you looked for a good recipe to make, you listened to the mixtape your lover made, loving every single track. "My man is so talented." You chuckled to yourself as you started making preparations for dinner.

Once you settled the final appetizers on the table, the front door opened.

"Welcome home!" You greeted warmly as you took a seat.

"Chris, come here." Felix mumbled walking to the kitchen.

"What?" You questioned preoccupied by his weird reaction. "Did I cook something you don't eat?"

Chris, coming from behind him, he looked at you and then came closer. Taking a deep inhale he looked at you.

"What?" You questioned, confusion was the only expression you had.

Humming for a moment, he leaned in closer and then looked around your waist. "Were you doing something with my sweatshirt?" He questioned tapping on your shoulders.

"I've cleaned around, probably had a good sweat as well. Why?" You responded looking up to him.

"You intensified my pheromones with your sweat so we thought you started changing." He mumbled leaning down to stamp a kiss on your lips. "Don't worry about it tho."

Nodding understanding slightly his explanation, you waited for the pack to come sit to finally eat dinner.

After dinner, you took a bath with Chris, cuddling and kissing.

"Y/N.." He mumbled kissing your scapula in wet kisses, sucking on your flesh aiming to leave some lovebites.

Humming in response, you turned your face around and looked at him.

"I love you." He whispered catching your lips in a tender kiss.

"I love you too." You smiled softly as you leaned in closer to deepen the kiss.

Moments later, he got up from the bathtub holding you in his arms. Making your way into the bedroom, your lips never ceased to kiss.

Hands roaming all over each other's body making the both of you moan in each other's mouth.

As he finally lied on the mattress, he looked at you for a moment before trailing his fingers along your legs, making their way between your wet folds.

Letting out a breathy gasp, you looked at him and kissed him once again. Fingers playing on your clit, making it's way inside of you. "Oh my.. God.." You breathed out, lips locked with his.

Prepping himself between your legs, you sat on the shaft of his hardness, letting out a delicious cry of pleasure. "Chris..." Whispering his name, you took him fully as you started moving slowly onto his length.

Moments later, after fondling and scratching each other's bodies, he looked at you and let out a loud whimper. "Baby, you have no idea how sexy you are right now." He mumbled reaching for something behind your back, making you jolt in pleasure.

He looked at you as if you were a Goddess. Hypnotized by your beauty.

Dazed, you looked at whatever he had in his hand and let out another gasp as he slowly pulled it. "Fuck!" You exclaimed reaching to grab his pecs.

"Took you less than expected, uh?" He whispered as he started slamming himself harder than before. "Gonna finally have my puppies next time." He huffed in a gruttal moan as he reached to kiss your ears.

Nuzzling against your skin, he pressed himself more and more on your body, loving the way your human body slowly changed in few seconds.

It took you a few more touches to understand that those sensitive spots turned out to be your tail and wolf ears. Without even thinking you started wagging it from left to the right as he kept on bouncing your hips onto him.

Lip caught between his teeth, he looked at you desperately. Eyebrows furrowed, he couldn't stop moaning your name. "Fuck, you look like a cute kitty." He chuckled breathless.

Leaning in, you kissed his lips twice before pulling him up slowly. Finding it more easy to lift him as he was heavier just a few minutes ago.

As if caught in a trance, he moved under your touch, it took just a few open mouthed kisses to make him fill you up with his seed.

Lips curved up in a smile, you kissed his shoulder before biting hard as you kept on riding him through your high.

"Oh heavens.." He whimpered as his hips stuttered and your ass stopped moving.

One soundly last slam from you and you were filled up once again, feeling his cum splurt all over your walls, dripping down from your thighs.

Cockwarming him, you fell onto his arms as he kept on caressing your ears and tail. "My pretty wife." He whispered kissing your cheek. "You look divine."

Smiling softly you kissed the bite mark you gave him and looked up to him. "Now, you're completely mine." You whispered proudly.

"I would have let you bite me thousands of times if you never turned into a wolf." He chuckled poking your cheek.

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It was the last day of the breeding season, the full moon was shining so brightly.

Wearing a white traditional long dress, your black tail popped out from behind as you sat on top of Chris' lap. He was wearing a white robe that covered only half of his body.

"You look stunning, my lady." He whispered as he kept on moving his hips into you.

Smiling fondly at him, you leaned in and kissed him. Tongue roaming around each other's mouths as you kept on eating each other's moanings.

Finally giving the last thrust, he released inside of you. The pack howling behind you while looking at the moon.

Doing the same, you finally finalised your marriage with Chris.

"Who knew that underneath those brown eyes, there was an alpha ready to be reign." He whispered softly as he stroke your cheekbone.

"Probably the vampire genes helped?" You chuckled looking down at him.

Still wrapped around his length, he sat up and wrapped his arms around you. "Now we'll need a mere week to see if you're expecting." He whispered nuzzling against your neck. "And if they are eight, I'll be very very very happy." He mumbled kissing your cleavage.

Smiling fondly, you hugged him back as you let yourself drunk in his pheromones before letting each other have some fun more intimately as the pack left the forest to do their own thing.

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More than a week passed and you started feeling your stomach getting rounder by the day. Useless to say that you were having your first babies.

"Can't wait for the puppies to come out, so I can make love to you." He mumbled kissing your belly.

Giggling you poked his cheeks. "Then what would have happened if I got pregnant during the breeding season?" Looking at him, you played with his now short curls. "Would you have patiently waited for me or would you have begged for a quick fuck?"

Looking at you with submission, his tail started fluttering around. "I would have begged to at least dip my fingers in." He chuckled rubbing your belly. "Or my tongue."

Shaking your head, you bopped his nose before reaching to get some fruit. "You crave the same thing our mom did." He whispered, his red eyes sparkled under the dim light of the moon outside.

Kissing his lips, you kept on eating the strawberries before finding yourself falling asleep in his embrace.

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With one last push, the last puppy came out. Seungmin holding him in his embrace as he showed the smile on the baby's face.

Tears rolling down, you looked at your husband and slowly sat up on the mattress. Besides you were lying the other seven new borns, from the first one to the last one.

"You did an amazing job." Chris whispered kissing your temple as he squeezed your hand.

Drying the sweat from your face he smiled widely as he leaned in to press soft kisses in their heads.

"Channie.." You whispered holding the last born child as you kissed his head. "How do you wanna name them?" You questioned, body finally relaxing from the intensity of giving birth.

"The first one, after our late father." He whispered holding the puppy in his arms. "Niklaus."

"The second one, Rhino." You whispered looking at Minho. "After his strongest uncle." Minho, kneeling down in front of you as to pledge loyalty to protect the family.

"The third one, Theodore." Chris whispered looking at his brother. "After his dad's best friend and brother." Changbin trying his best not to cry in front of you.

"The fourth one, Samuel." You looked over at Hyunjin that was painting the family all together. "After the best painter to ever exist." His eyes watery by holding the tears.

"The fifth one, Peter." Your husband said kissing the baby's small hand. "After one of the most chaotic yet amazing brother I have." Jisung, already sobbing from seeing you giving birth, he knelt down to Chris' side.

"The sixth one, Yongbok." You spoke. "After the warmest moonshine to ever exist." Your best friend Felix looking at you warmly as he leaned to dry the sweat from your forehead.

"The seventh one, Sky." Christopher spoke. "After the brother who made sure that my wife had everything while in labour." He said looking over his brother.

"The eight one, Elijah." You said looking over at Jeongin. "After the cutest wolf to ever exist." Kissing the nose of the younger baby, you placed him on the mattress.

Finally able to sit up, you caught the pack kneeling down. Hand in their hearts.

"We pledge to protect the pack, to protect the family at cost of our lives." They spoke in unison making you tear up.

"No one will ever give up their lives, got it?" You said, voice trembling as you knelt down yourself. "We're all a big family and we will protect each other making sure no one will ever be left behind."

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Years passed and by the time your kids reached adulthood, they transformed in their first full moon. All of them having the same colors as their uncles.

Black fur with red eyes was your first born, Niklaus; your second child, Rhino, had a grey colored fur; the third one, Theodore, had a darker shade of blue; your fourth child Samuel had a silver one; the fifth, Peter, had a dark purple fur; the sixth, Yongbok, had a darker shade of blond; the seventh, Sky, had a beautiful brown caramel shade and the last born child, Elijah, had a reddish fur.

They definitely took after their father's family and you were so happy about it.

As they shifted back into humans, you handled them a basket of wild berries each. "Eat as much as you can every day of the breeding season, I'm too young to be a grandma." You whined as you ruffled their hair.

"Mom, gross." They screamed loudly as they walked inside the mansion.

Giggling you threw yourself in your husband's arms. "Let's hope for some werewolf tribe to pass by..." You mumbled kissing his neck. "So that even your brothers will find their loved ones."

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After two hundred years, the family expanded one by one. First Jeongin finding his match, having four puppies; then Felix and Jisung giving the family the benediction of six each; Changbin and Hyunjin found their loved ones and gave birth to five each; Seungmin and Minho found themselves giving birth seven each.

While your own wolves found themselves busy building their lives, you slowly caught glimpses of them falling in love with eight beautiful women, wolves.

You thanked the moon every night and day for making another wolf tribe coming to your village. You were finally ready to experience your own children to finally be fully adults.

It didn't take long for your own children to share their ritual. It felt definitely weirder seeing your own kids having intercourse but as part of the ritual you just held your lover's hand and howled to the moon. Leaving after a couple of minutes later.

"Let's go to our love nest." Chris whispered pulling you by the hand.

Giggling you complied and followed him with a happy smile.

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"Congratulations!" Seungmin spoke looking at you. "You're pregnant." He spoke showing you the ultrasound.

Shocked you looked at Chris, who was already all over you. Fists moving around as he did his best to not move his tail around. "How many?" He questioned, the same beaming smile on his lips.

"Twelve wolves." He said indicating the locations.

Hugging you tightly he pulled you up in his arms. "Our bloodline will continue for centuries." He whispered kissing your cheek.

Smiling widely, you came back to the castle and gave everyone the big news making them halt in their place.

"Twelve?!" Your first born asked surprised.

"Apparently two alphas have the highest chance to make up to twenty puppies." You mumbled rubbing your belly.

Seeing your now adult puppies running to hug you, you felt yourself more alive than ever.

Happy of your life. Happy to have met Christopher and falling in love with him. Happy to have broken both your curses. Happy to be able to give him the family he always wished for. Happy to have kids of your own and upcoming kids. Happy to be able to give birth to more than just one generation. Happy to be alive.

"Y/N.." Chris whispered holding you in his arms. "I love you and I'll forever love you." Kissing your temple he rubbed your belly as you were lying in his arms.

"I love you dearly." You mumbled kissing his cheek.

[mystique-6]

Kinktober Day 9: Hunter/Prey

Summary: Ailis and Astarion decide to play a game of hunter vs prey. They're prize? Getting to do whatever they want to the other.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like this please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tags: Hunter/Prey, Ball Gag, Extremely Dubious Consent**, Rough Sex, Safeword Ignored, Disassociation, NSFW

Additional Notes: This work involves Spawn Astarion, but it's early in their relationship and he's darker than previously written in these. Be warned.

** Also, I've gone back and forth on whether I should include rape in the tags, but I landed on dubious consent. If you feel I should add rape to the tags please let me know. I will add it. If you are reading this and anything I am stating makes you think you could run into a trigger in this fic then I would suggest skipping this one. My feelings won't be hurt. I want everyone to protect their own peace.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

            It was a beautiful summer night.  Warm, but not muggy.  There was not a cloud in the sky.  The stars and moon shone a pearlescent light across the landscape.  Crickets played a harmonious melody that brought a feeling of peace over their camp.  Ailis enjoyed the clear reflection of the night sky as she washed the night’s dishes.  Usually, she didn’t care for the task, but it was hard to be bothered on a night like this.  It reminded her of the summer nights she spent with her mother catching fireflies that danced across their farm.  She took her time scrubbing the dinnerware clean.  She turned to place a dried plate in its crate and let out a startled yelp, dropping the plate to the dirt.  She scowled as she picked it back up and began to rewash it.

            “Can’t you step on a twig or something?” she grumbled at Astarion, who had a smug grin on his face.

            “I can’t help it, darling.  I am a predator.  Our prey isn’t supposed to know we’re approaching them,” he replied snidely.  She shot him an unamused glare.

            “I think I’m going to back Shadowheart’s idea and have you wear a bell around camp,” she muttered.  Astarion snorted. 

            “I’d like to see you try,” he said.

            “You know, you should be very nice to me right now, considering it’s your night to do the dishes,” Ailis pointed out.

            “I didn’t ask you to do them for me,” he replied.  “Why are you washing them anyway?  Trying to butter me up?  Want something from me?”

            “Oh yeah, cause everything I do is about pleasing you,” she snapped.  “I’m doing the dishes for you so we can all be spared your grumbling.  And they’ll actually be clean for the morning meal for a change.”

            “They’re clean when I wash them,” he whined. 

            “You don’t wash them, Astarion,” she cried.  “You dunk them in the water once and call it a job well done.  Meanwhile, the rest of us are forced to eat off dirty plates at the next meal.”  He scowled.

            “Well, it’s not fair to ask me to do the dishes when I don’t contribute to the mess!” he exclaimed.  “What do I need a plate for?”

            “You’re a member of this camp,” Ailis stated.  “You’re beholden to the same chores everyone else is.”

            “Fine,” he snapped and snatched the wet plate out of her hands.  He made aggressive eye contact as he dried it thoroughly and then placed it in the crate.  “The dishes are done.”

            “You’re infuriating,” she said, lifting the crate and starting back to camp.

            “You’re just angry that I can get the better of you,” Astarion replied, walking alongside her.  He did not offer to carry the heavy crate.

            “Oh, please.  I could snap your spine in two in under a minute,” she snapped.

            “I wouldn’t be too sure about that, darling,” he replied stiffly, “but that’s not what I meant.  You aren’t used to being caught unawares.  It bothers you that I can approach you without your notice.”

            “Because you purposefully sneak around!” she argued.  “If you approached like a normal person or if I knew you were seeking me out, I’d notice.”

            “Why don’t we put that to the test?” he suggested.  “You can see if you can avoid me as I hunt you through the woods.  I’ll even give you a five-minute head start.”  She considered his game.  She should really ignore his taunting, but she felt the need to prove her competence.

            “Am I allowed a weapon?” she asked.  “The woods are dangerous at night.”

            “Of course, Ailis.  I wouldn’t have you defenseless.  Just don’t use it on me when I inevitably hunt you down,” he replied.  His arrogant tone made her decision for her.

            “Fine.  When are we doing this?  Tonight?” she questioned.

            “Oh no, darling,” he replied.  “I like to anticipate the hunt.  I’m looking forward to anticipating my prize all day tomorrow.”

            “Your prize?” she replied, raising her eyebrows.

            “Yes.  My prize.  When I catch you tomorrow night, I’ll win this bet and a bet must have an award to it,” he said.  She rolled her eyes.

            “Fine,” she agreed.  “What do you want?”

            “Hmm,” he hummed, considering.  He ran a hand sensually over her clothed body and she couldn’t help a shiver from running through her.  “It would be fun to mark up your skin and then lick away every ounce of blood spilled.”

            “Absolutely not,” she replied.  “I have enough scars.”

            “It’s my prize for winning though, which means I should get what I want,” he said glibly.  “Of course, if you manage to evade me, you win and you can do whatever you want to me.”

            “Whatever I want?” she questioned.  She knew what would make her happy.

            “Yes, darling.  Whatever dirty thing you want,” he replied.  I am curious what you have in mind.”

            “You’ll find out tomorrow when I win,” she said cheerfully.

            “Don’t be delusional, darling.  It doesn’t suit you,” he replied.

            “We’ll see if I’m delusional tomorrow, won’t we?” she said feeling even more determined to win.  “Have a good night.  You’ll need the rest for tomorrow.”

            The anticipation throughout the next day nearly killed her.  It was almost impossible to focus on the day’s tasks or to pay attention to her surroundings.  She blundered through the day until, finally, it was time to return to camp.  She made a stop at the grove for supplies for the night’s adventure before joining the others at camp.  She ate her dinner quickly, and then packed a bag of supplies before meeting Astarion at the edge of the forest.

            “Ready, darling?” he asked after they’d discussed a few rules.

            “I’m ready,” she said.  “Are you?”  His lips quirked up in amusement.

            “Yes.  I’m quite ready to enjoy my prize at the end of this,” he said.  “Do try to make the hunt difficult for me, though.  It’s always disappointing when it’s too easy.”  She rolled her eyes.

            “I think it’s going to be a difficult night for you when you lose,” she replied.

            “We’ll see,” he said.  “Do you have everything you need?”  She nodded.  “All right, then.  You have twenty minutes to get ahead of me.  After that the hunt begins.”

            “I thought you were only giving me a five-minute head start,” she said.

            “I would find you too easily,” he said.  “This way will be more fun.”  She snorted and then stepped into the woods.  She quickly lightened her step though and began to cover some ground.  She did her best not to lay any kind of trail. 

            It wasn’t long though, before her confidence began to wane and she started to think this game was a mistake.  The thick canopy of the trees blocked out much of the moon and starlight.  She couldn’t see very far ahead, and despite her best efforts, tripped over roots and other debris.  She’d packed a torch in case of emergency, but she refused to light it.  The fire would immediately give away her position.

            The darkness was cloying though, and it felt like the forest was closing in on her.  It was also disturbingly quiet.  No animals scuttled about or made their usual various chatter.  They sensed a predator on the loose as keenly as she did.  Even though she knew who was hunting her and that she was safe, goosebumps prickled her skin and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.  Her instincts screamed that she was in danger.  She ignored her instinct.  She was safe. 

            Still, she felt an increasing need to get out from under the trees.  She decided to risk traveling on the shore of the river.  She’d find a calm spot to cross.  It would throw her scent and she believed she was still far enough ahead of Astarion that he wouldn’t hear any potential splashing.  She reached the edge of the forest and peeked out at the shore from behind a tree.  The area looked clear. 

            Carefully, she stepped out into the open and approached the river.  The water was traveling quickly, but the light from the moon was bright enough for her to make out the pebbled riverbed all the way out to the middle.  It was very shallow here.  She decided to cross and travel alongside the tree line on the other side.  She slowly stepped into the river to avoid making a splash.  She began wading across it, never lifting her feet high enough to break the surface.  It was slow progress.

            “She had gotten halfway across when she heard rustling in the woods behind her.  She whipped her head around to look over her shoulder, but she didn’t see anything.  She was about to continue when she heard more rustling and a frightened and pained cry.  She took off in a dead run, splashing her way across the rest of the river and then she took off into the woods before her.  She ran until her lungs felt like they were about to burst.

            She leaned against a tree as she caught her breath.  As her breathing evened out, she felt the adrenaline fade from her body.  Her senses came back to her and she realized her mistake.  She hadn’t paid any attention to her surroundings as she’d ran.  She was fairly certain she’d run as straight a course as possible, but she wasn’t sure how far off course she was.  She could scream.  Astarion would probably hear her.  Or she could just wait until he found her.  He was most likely right on her tail anyway with all the noise she’d just made.  But both of those options meant she’d lose the game.  She’d rather lose trying than just giving up. 

            She decided to find her way back to the river and recross it.  She would determine her next step from there.  She turned back in the general direction she thought she’d run from and began to trek back.  Anxiety prickled her skin as after she’d been walking for a while, she hadn’t come across the river.  Nothing looked familiar to her.  She picked up her pace, moving at a light job, until she finally heard the river babbling through the brush.

            Ailis stepped back out onto the shore.  She was relieved to see she was only a few feet down from where she’d originally crossed.  She moved back to that spot and this time managed to silently cross the river.  She ducked back into the woods.  As much as she loathed the claustrophobic feeling of the trees at night, she’d drawn too much attention to her position to stay in the open. 

            She began to carefully pick her way through the brush again.  Her head moved constantly around as she scanned for any sign of movement.  Ahead of her, a bush began to shake.  She tensed and gripped the handle of the knife attached to her belt.  Most likely, it was just Astarion messing with her before her caught her, but there was an abundance of wildlife in these woods.  And plenty of those animals might decide to attack her.

            The bush rustled for another moment and then a raccoon stumbled out of it.  Ailis let go of the knife.  She felt relief at the sight of the harmless animal and then sympathy as she saw the large wound on its leg.  This was the creature that made all that screeching before that had sent her running.  The ruckus had been a predator attack.  A failed one.  When the raccoon noticed her, it immediately began to hiss and it arched its back to appear larger. 

            “Hey, it’s okay.  I’m not going to hurt you,” she said in a soothing tone.  It did nothing to calm the raccoon.  It stomped its feet, causing its wounded leg to buckle and knock it off balance.  “Oh, don’t do that!  You’re hurt.”  She pulled her backpack off and dug through it until she found the potion of animal speaking she’d packed.  She quickly downed the potion.

            “I’m not going to hurt you,” she said.  “Please calm down.”  The raccoon cocked its head at her as it got back on its feet.

            “Leg hurts,” it whined.  She noticed he wasn’t putting any weight on it now.

            “I can see that,” she said.  “Can I take a look at it?”  The raccoon chittered.  It looked unsure.  “I just want to see if I can help.” 

            “Okay.  Have look,” he submitted.  She knelt in front of the raccoon and gently held onto his paw and looked at the wound.  It was still bleeding and she could see down to the muscle, though not the bone.  She carefully prodded around the leg and was relieved to find it wasn’t broken.  If the wound didn’t get infected and the raccoon avoided fights or other predations he might live.

            “I’m going to clean this wound and bandage it.  It will come off on its own after a time, but try not to pick at it,” she said pulling out her medical supplies.  “It’s important to keep it as clean as possible.”  She got to work quickly, and soon had the bandage in place.  The raccoon tested the leg and was able to put weight on it and walk.

            “Feel better!  Thanks.  You friend,” the raccoon chittered.  She smiled at him.

            “Take care of yourself now, okay?” she said.  The raccoon nodded and then waddled off into the forest.  She also continued, making her way through the brush.  She flinched at every noise she heard.  Every second she expected Astarion to appear, but she continued to evade him.  More likely, he was just toying with her.  He probably had his eyes on her right now and was enjoying her increasing anxiety.  The bushes behind her rustled and she whirled around to see what had snuck up on her.

            “Ouch!” a pained shout called out and she recognized the voice.  She quickly moved through the bushes and found Astarion trying to kick off a raccoon with a bandaged leg.

            “Don’t kick him!” Ailis said rushing over.

            “The damn thing won’t let go,” Astarion snapped.

            “I’ll get him to let go.  Quit trying to throw him off,” she said kneeling down so she was closer to her furry friend.  “Let go of him please.”

            “Monster.  Stalking you,” the raccoon said and hissed at Astarion.

            “The monster is my friend.  We’re playing a game.  He’s safe,” Ailis said.

            “Safe?” the raccoon repeated.

            “Yes.  Safe,” she assured him and after a moment, he let go of Astarion’s leg.  “Thanks for looking out for me.”

            “You friend,” the raccoon said and with a last suspicious glance at Astarion, disappeared back into the woods.

            “Were you just speaking with that creature?” Astarion asked.

            “Yes.  I used a potion of animal speaking earlier so I could get him to let me bandage his leg,” she replied.  “Poor thing got attacked.”

            “I heard,” Astarion replied and then gave her a sultry smile and pulled her to him by her waist.  “I also heard you, and now that I’ve caught you…”

            “You didn’t catch me.  I caught you,” she said.

            “Hmm?”  he hummed giving her a confused look.

            “I found you first.  I win,” she said with a triumphant smile.  He started to frown.

            “I wouldn’t say you found me first, darling,” he replied, his tone slightly strained.  “I knew where you were.  I was just about to make my appearance known.”

            “But I found you before that happened and we agreed that we had to make the other known that they were found to count as a win,” Ailis said.  “Or I had to avoid you completely.  No stalking outside the hunt to find me was allowed.  You apparently decided to disregard that rule.  I made my presence aware to you when I found you, so I win!”

            “You only found me because your damn raccoon attacked me!” Astarion cried.  “You used a potion to conspire with the wildlife.  You cheated!”

            “At no point did we say the potion of animal speaking couldn’t be used,” she replied calmly.  She watched Astarion’s stormy expression as he tried to find something to retort with, but his shoulders slumped in defeat.  She felt surprised when his expression slipped immediately back to seductive.

            “All right then, darling.  What do you have planned for me?” he purred.  She hesitated, feeling a flicker of concern, but shook it off and pulled her pack off her shoulders and dug through it.  If he really wanted to protest, he would, she thought.  After a moment of searching, she held up what she’d been looking for to Astarion to see.  It was a leather belt with a red ball in the middle instead of a buckle.

            “A ball gag?” Astarion said, eyebrows raised.  “Where did you get that?”

            “From a rather amused druid,” she replied, grinning hugely.  A muscle ticked in Astarion’s cheek as if he were about to smile, but his mouth remained a neutral line.

            “Is this your way of telling me I talk too much?” he said.

            “If it wouldn’t be too mean, I’d have you wear it during our travels, but since I’m nice I’ll just use it on you for this occasion,” she replied lightly.  She was teasing him of course.  Although some things he said certainly annoyed or even angered her, she would never want to restrict him from expressing his thoughts or opinions.  The gag was just meant for a bit of fun.  Astarion’s expression remained neutral though.

            “All right.  Place it on me,” he said.  She hesitated.  Something in his manner didn’t feel quite right.  Usually, he was very flirtatious and open during their sexual encounters.  Right now, he was very stiff and guarded.  He wasn’t telling her no, though.  She thought maybe he’d never used a gag before and was just nervous.  More likely he was just mad that he’d lost the game.  She moved closer after a moment.  He would let her know if he needed her to stop.  She held the gag up so the red ball was just in front of his mouth.

            “Open,” she ordered, and he listened.  She gently pushed the ball into his mouth.  She’d worried his fangs wouldn’t work with this gag, but it fit fine and didn’t appear to be putting any pressure on his fangs.  She leaned into his chest as she fastened the lock of the gag in place behind his head and adjusted it to fit snugly.  She ignored the part of her mind that wished he’d put his arms around her as she did this.

            “Is it too tight?” she asked.  He tried to speak and she bit her lips to stop from laughing at the scowl that appeared on his face when he remembered he couldn’t talk.  He shook his head.  “Good.  Now listen to me, cause this next bit’s important.  If at any time you want or need the gag removed just tap me three times, okay?  Nod that you understand.”  He nodded.

            “All right, then.  On your knees,” she ordered.  She half expected him to refuse, but he obeyed.  He watched her warily from where he kneeled on the ground.  She fisted her hand tightly in his white curls, and pulled his head back a little, but then noticed there was actual fear in his eyes.  She loosened her grip so he could pull his head away if he wanted to, and kissed him softly on the cheek.  The fear was gone, but he still looked cautious.  “Three taps, Astarion.  That’s how you get out of this.”

            She waited to see if he would do it, but he didn’t.  Taking that to mean he didn’t want to stop, she continued.  She pulled his shirt off and then, using both hands, she shoved at his chest.  He fell back onto his behind.  Before he could recover, she knelt in front of him and draped herself over them until he laid flat on his back on the ground.  She traced her tongue along one of his ears and then nipped the earlobe.  She smirked when this caused him to moan, the sound muffled by the gag.  She trailed kisses down his jaw and throat and then bit gently into the skin where the neck met shoulder.  Her hands flew to her waist and she waited to see if he was going to use the signal.  He didn’t.

            She continued trailing kisses down his chest, nipping lightly at the skin every now and again.  She continued down his abdomen until she reached his pants.  She palmed his cock through his pants and squeezed through the fabric.  He moaned, and she wasted no more time teasing him.  She unlaced his pants and shoved them down to his knees.  She stroked his cock to full hardness and then kissed the tip before taking him in her mouth.  She smirked around his cock as she listened to him moan and cry out around the gag.  She worked him with her mouth and when she felt he was about to cu she stopped.  She smiled at the frustrated groan and glanced up at his face.  Drool was dripping down his chin.  She felt her own desire flare in her gut at the sight.  She expected to see an indignant scowl when she looked in his eyes, but she was shocked to see they were completely vacant. 

            He looked as if he were miles way.  By his body’s reactions, she had assumed he was enjoying himself.  Nor had he given her the signal asking for her to stop.  She now wondered if he was even aware enough of what was happening to be able to use the signal.  He’d drifted away slightly at other times when they’d had sex.  He always said he was just holding back so as not to hurt her or lose control.  She’d never thought that was the whole story and now, she was sure.  She quickly worked a hand behind his head and unlocked the gag, before easing it out of his mouth.  She was alarmed when he didn’t seem to realize the gag was gone.

            “Astarion,” she said, but he didn’t even look at her.  She began carding her fingers through his hair, offering a kind touch for comfort, while she shook his shoulder gently with her other hand.  “Astarion!  Look at me.”  His gaze turned to her.  At first, she could tell he was just obeying an order, but after a moment, she saw awareness return to his expression and she felt immensely relieved.

            “Ailis?” he said.

            “Yes.  It’s me,” she replied gently, tugging in an errant white curl that had fallen onto his forehead. 

            “You stopped.  Why?” he asked, sounding baffled.  She glanced at him warily.

            “Astarion, I went to check on you and you weren’t at all present,” she said.  He suddenly looked annoyed.

            “I’ve told you, darling,” he said, sitting up and she followed.  “Sometimes my desire for your blood gets a little too strong.  I must hold myself back to keep myself from hurting you.  I should have found an animal to consume while I was hunting you.”

            “If that’s the case, why didn’t you use the signal?” she asked.

            “I’ve never told you I need to stop before over it,” he replied. 

            “You always had the ability to,” Ailis said.  “I gave you a signal to use because you wouldn’t be able to speak with the gag.  Are you saying you’ve wanted to stop before this time, but didn’t say anything?  Did you just disregard using the signal or were you so spaced out you couldn’t?”

            “You are looking for problems, darling,” he replied tersely.  “I’ve never needed to stop before and I didn’t need to now.”  She bit her lip, unsure how to respond.  It felt like there was a deeper issue at play here, that caused him to zone out.  She wasn’t convinced he had a problem with bloodlust.  She wasn’t sure if she should push the issue.  They weren’t in a real relationship.  They were just two people fooling around and letting off some steam.  They weren’t even friends, really.  Although she had grown to appreciate Astarion, she didn’t care for him all that much.  She found his callous disregard for others chilling and his tendency to rile up the group frustrating.

            “Are we continuing, darling?” Astarion asked.  He sounded impatient.  She was tempted to call it off tonight, but she was already worked up.  And the vampire spawn was quick to say when something displeased him usually.  Surely, he wouldn’t suffer through sex just for her benefit.  Still, she was done with the gag.  He may not want to admit it, but he clearly didn’t like it.  At least, not being used on him.

            “We can continue,” she said, “but just do what you wanted tonight.  Forget the gag.”

            “You won, darling.  It’s rightfully your pick on what we do tonight,” she said snippily.  “Besides, I recall you saying you didn’t want what I had in mind.”  She shrugged.

            “It’s fine,” she said.  “Just don’t cut anywhere that’s readily visible to others.”  Astarion gazed at her consideringly for a moment, and then took the gag out of her hand and held it up to her face.  Surprised, she opened her mouth to ask him what he was planning to do, but he roughly shoved the gag inside.  Her exclamation of surprise was muffled by the gag.  He quickly fastened the clasp behind her head and then pulled back to look at her.

            “Hmm.  You were right.  The gag is appealing,” he said.  She felt a flash of hurt.  She had made a similar remark about shutting him up, but she had been teasing.  She couldn’t tell if he was or not, and suddenly wondered if he thought she’d meant it too.  She had no way to ask him now.  He then pushed her back and she landed with a thud onto her back.  He was mirroring her own actions from earlier, though his treatment was much harsher.  Her clothes were quickly removed.  He then abruptly lifted her legs up over her shoulder and then leaned forward until her knees hovered around her shoulders.  She whined at the rough treatment and his gaze finally met hers.

            “Three taps, darling,” he said and then he slammed into her.  She cried out around the gag and her fingers dug into the dirt beneath her as they clenched from the surprise and mild pain.  There had been no prep and she was struggling to adjust to him inside her.  He gave her no time to as he pulled out completely and then thrust back in, setting a punishing rhythm.  Spit gurgled out of her mouth around the gag and dribbled down her chin and cheeks as she moaned and cried out from his brutal thrusts. 

She tried to catch his gaze, but realized he wasn’t even looking at her.  His gaze was forward, somewhere over her head and she knew he was disassociating again.  She moved a hand up to tap his shoulder and use their signal, but his hand gripped her own and pulled it up above her head.  He did the same with the other hand and then pinned them in a crushing grip.  Her protests were muffled by the gag.  She wasn’t sure he could hear her anyway.  Her only option left was to bear it.  She tried to make her body as malleable as possible as she rocked with each thrust.  It didn’t take too long for his rhythm to falter and he came as he pulled out of her.  She felt his cool cum spurt across her folds and up to her lower abdomen, and grimaced.  Mess was just a part of sex and usually it turned her on, but she could only feel disgust right now.

Her attention was drawn back to him when she felt him pulling her open her leg to increase his access and she realized he intended to make her finish.  She gave a cry in protest around the gag and tugged her leg from his grasp.  He let her go and glanced up at her in surprise.  A part of her was relieved to see he was fully present now, but a larger part of her burned with anger.  She had treated him with care, giving up her prize so he could feel comfortable.  He had just used her like an object; one he didn’t care much about.  This wasn’t a relationship.  Neither of them really cared much for the other, but she had treated him with respect and he had just thrown that back in her face.  She reached back behind her head and started fumbling with the clasp on the gag, but she couldn’t get it.  She felt his cool hand brush hers aside and he unfastened it for her and pulled the gag away.

“Darling?” he questioned.  She ignored him and worked her jaw for a moment as she sat up before wiping the drool away and then turning to look for her clothes.  She’d just found her shirt when she felt him pull t her leg again.  She jerked out of his grip again.  “Darling, you didn’t get to cum.”  She could feel his eyes on her face, but she refused to meet them.

“It’s fine.  I don’t need to,” she replied, keeping her tone neutral.  She grabbed her shirt and started slipping it on.  She could put the upper undergarment on later when she got back to camp.

“It’s not fine, love.  Mutual pleasure, remember?” he said with a sultry smile.  He placed his hand on her leg again and this time she kicked him hard in the chest.  Hard enough to push him backwards onto his behind.  He looked shocked for a moment, and then angry.  “What in the Hells was that for?!”  She ignored him as she finished slipping her shirt on and began looking for her pants.  “If you’re angry because we didn’t do this your way that’s on you.  I didn’t call it off.  You did.  And I was considerate enough to not enact what I wanted from my prize on you.”  Now she did meet his gaze and her lips curled in disgust.

“You think I’m upset because the night didn’t play out the way I wanted?!” she practically growled.  He looked at her completely abashed for a moment before growing defensive.

“I can’t think of any other reason for you to be upset,” he replied coolly.  She stared at him.  There was no true emotion on his face.  Any expression he wore was a mask to cover his callousness.  He was a vampire spawn, she reminded herself.  He didn’t care.  He couldn’t care.  She snatched her pants off the ground and hurriedly pulled them on.  She felt him staring at her as she picked up her discarded pack.  “Ailis…”

“I’m not going to explain something to you that you are incapable of understanding,” she snapped.  “I’ll see you in the morning.”  She moved through the woods until she got back to camp.  She moved to the river and cleaned herself up before going straight to her tent.  Once inside, she up in a ball on her bedroll; her arms wrapped tightly around her knees.  She swore it was the last time she ever let a man make her feel so small, and then she burst into tears.  She promised herself that every time.  She just never learned.

[minarixx]

𝐈 𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐨 ✯ 𝐑.𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚

"𝙄𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤"

PAIRING. Suna Rintarou x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, Arranged Marriage (not w suna), Unrequited love

Y/N and Suna, separated by parental mandates but bound by an enduring connection. After forced separation, Y/N enters an arranged marriage, only to escape it years later. Returning to her hometown, she seeks Suna, only to discover he's engaged to another. The ache of lost love and the unpredictable twists of fate, leaving Y/N to confront the bittersweet echoes of a romance that slipped through her fingers.

WC. 4.4K

A/N. I didn't realize I was gone for almost a month so my b. this one is longe so bare with me. idk why u guys liked that Tsukishima shot that one was cringe. anyways get ready for a smutshot next after this.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

In a bustling classroom, the scent of chalk dust and the murmur of young voices hung in the air like a familiar melody. It was the beginning of a new school year, and to everyone’s excitement, it was the last year for high school. Y/N found herself a seat near the window, her eyes curious as she surveyed her new classmates.

As the teacher entered and introduced herself, a hush fell over the room. The students quickly settled into their seats, their attention drawn to the front. And amidst this sea of faces, Y/N's gaze landed on him – Suna Rintaro.

He sat a few rows ahead, leaning slightly against his desk, as if the weight of the world rested upon his shoulders. His demeanor exuded a sense of quiet calm, a stillness that set him apart from the chatter and enthusiasm of his peers. His dark brown hair framed his face, and his sharp eyes held a thoughtful gaze that seemed to observe the world with a sense of detachment.

As Homeroom came to an end, they moved on to their next classes for the day, Y/N couldn't help but analyze Suna Rintarou. The bell rang for dismissal and Y/N found herself partnered with Suna for classroom cleanup. Her heart raced, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation filling her chest. She tentatively approached his desk, her voice soft as she spoke his name.

"Suna?"

He stopped putting away his pencil and books and turned his gaze towards her, his eyes meeting hers with a calm intensity. There was a moment of silence, as if he was studying her before acknowledging her presence. Y/N felt a flutter of nerves, unsure of what to expect.

"Yes?" His voice was gentle, an atmosphere whisper that carried a sense of depth.

"We're supposed to clean the class today together," Y/N explained, offering a small smile.

He nodded, his lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. It was as if the corners of his mouth had just grazed the surface of happiness before retreating back into his usual calm facade.

Their collaboration was quiet and efficient. Y/N found herself stealing glances at him, intrigued by the enigmatic aura he emitted. His contributions were thoughtful and precise, his words carrying a weight that left an impression on her. And yet, there was an air of distance around him, as if he was present but also held in reserve.

As the clock ticked to 4:30, Y/N felt a curiosity tugging at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder about the thoughts and dreams that lay hidden beneath Suna's composed exterior. What did he long for? What made him smile?

Their first interaction left Y/N with a sense of intrigue that she couldn't shake. As the days turned into weeks, their paths crossed more frequently. Each time, their conversations remained subdued, as if both were content in the comfortable silence they shared.

Y/N found herself drawn to Suna's quiet presence. She admired the way he listened, the way he observed, and the way he spoke – each word chosen with care. In a world that often raced forward, Suna seemed to exist in a pocket of tranquility, untouched by the chaos around him.

Their partnership blossomed into an unspoken understanding. They didn't need to fill the space with unnecessary words. Their connection was built on shared glances, exchanged smiles, and the mutual appreciation of the moments they spent together.

And so, amidst the noise of the classroom, Y/N discovered the beauty of a friendship that didn't need to be loud to be meaningful. In Suna Rintaro's quiet demeanor, she found a kindred spirit, a companion who reminded her that sometimes, the most profound connections are forged in the hush between heartbeats.

It had been some time since Y/N and Suna Rintaro had first met in the classroom, their interactions marked by quiet exchanges and stolen glances. What had started as a mere curiosity had grown into something more profound, something that now lay nestled in the chambers of her heart – feelings that had begun to bloom like delicate flowers in the spring.

As the weeks turned into months, their paths continued to cross. Their conversations remained soft-spoken, their words like whispered secrets shared between confidants. Y/N found herself treasuring every moment they spent together, each interaction like a precious gem to be cherished.

One day, as the school bell rang to signal the end of the day, Y/N hesitated by her desk, gathering her belongings. She felt a presence beside her and turned to find Suna standing there, his expression as enigmatic as ever.

"Would you like to walk home together?" he asked, his voice carrying the same calmness that had come to define him.

A warmth spread through Y/N's chest, and a soft smile graced her lips. "I'd like that."

And so, they walked side by side, the quiet rhythm of their footsteps creating a melody of their own. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own cocoon of companionship.

With each step, their conversations grew deeper, their words touching on topics that transcended the mundane. They shared their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities, like pieces of a puzzle that fit seamlessly together. Y/N marveled at how easily Suna seemed to understand her, how effortlessly he saw through the layers she often hid behind.

As the seasons changed, so did their connection. Their feelings, once delicate and uncertain, began to bloom with a vibrancy that matched the blossoming cherry blossoms that adorned their town. Their shared moments became memories etched in time – an afternoon spent watching the sunset from the hilltop, a quiet night beneath the stars, a shared laughter over a cup of coffee.

It was in those moments that Y/N realized her heart had found its home in Suna's quiet presence. His gaze, once distant and unreadable, now held a warmth that sent shivers down her spine. The brush of their fingers as they reached for the same book in the library, the way their eyes met and lingered a fraction too long – these were the gestures that spoke of feelings too deep for words.

And yet, amidst the blossoming love, there was an undercurrent of uncertainty. Y/N knew the world outside their quiet bubble was complex and unpredictable. The unspoken understanding between them was both a comfort and a challenge, a bond that held them together yet left so much unsaid.

As the school year came to an end, Y/N found herself standing once again by the riverbank where they had first met. The sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, casting a warm glow on everything around her. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the whispers of the wind and the memories that had woven themselves into the fabric of her heart.

Amid the vibrant swirl colours of sky, Y/N and Suna's love story unfolded like a hidden gem, radiant yet concealed from the prying eyes of the world. Their bond, nurtured over years of shared moments and whispered confessions, had bloomed into a love that neither of them could deny.

Their paths intertwined effortlessly as they embarked on new adventures, facing the world side by side. Their love, once unspoken, now held a clarity that resonated in every glance and every touch. The world seemed to dim around them as they reveled in the warmth of each other's presence.

But the currents of fate are often turbulent, and the tranquility they had carved for themselves was not destined to last. Y/N's parents, driven by a world of social expectations and business alliances, cast their disapproving gaze upon Suna. He was everything that they deemed unfit for their daughter – an outsider to their social circle, a disruption to their carefully laid plans.

One evening, in a dimly lit room where whispers carried more weight than shouts, Y/N's parents confronted her about her relationship with Suna. Their faces bore expressions of stern determination, their words dripping with ultimatums.

"He is not the future we have envisioned for you," her father stated coldly. "Our reputation and our business connections are at stake."

Y/N's heart pounded, torn between the love she felt for Suna and the loyalty she owed her family. Her mother's gaze bore into her, an unspoken threat that cut deeper than any blade.

"We will not allow you to tarnish our name," her mother declared, her voice laced with an icy resolve.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she found herself standing at the crossroads of love and duty. She knew that her parents held the power to reshape her life, to either bless her happiness or snatch it away. The choice was impossible – to follow her heart and face the wrath of her family, or to sacrifice her love for the sake of their approval.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N's heart grew heavy with the weight of her decision. Suna sensed her inner turmoil, his eyes searching hers for the answers she couldn't provide. Their moments together were tinged with a sense of urgency, as if they were holding onto fragments of a dream slipping through their fingers.

And then came the day when a letter arrived, sealing Y/N's fate in ink that felt like a death sentence. It was a letter from her parents’ friends, informing her that they had arranged a date for her with their son – a man she had met only in passing, a man whose very presence felt foreign.

Y/N read the words on the page with a sinking heart, the weight of her parents' expectations pressing down on her. She felt as if the walls were closing in, suffocating her dreams and the love she held so dear. Suna's name echoed in her mind, a painful reminder of the love that had blossomed and now withered under the weight of society's judgment.

With trembling hands, she dialed Suna's number, her heart pounding in her chest. The line crackled to life, and she struggled to keep her voice steady.

"Suna, we need to talk."

Their meeting was solemn, their usual refuge – the riverside – now bearing witness to the unraveling of their shared dreams. Y/N's voice trembled as she recounted the ultimatum her parents had presented, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

“My parents say that they’ll cut me off financially and physically. They also said they’ll fuck up our admittance to universities if we keep dating.” She said, biting her lips trying to fight back the tears.

Suna listened in silence, his eyes a mix of sorrow and understanding. He reached out, his fingers brushing away her tears, a gentle touch that spoke volumes of his love and empathy.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "But I understand the weight of your choice."

And so, in a quiet corner of their world, Y/N and Suna made a heart-wrenching decision. They would part ways, allowing her to honor her family's wishes and him to carry the memory of their love in his heart.

As Y/N stood on the precipice of a love forsaken, she cast one last glance at Suna, committing his image to memory – the curve of his lips, the warmth of his gaze, the love that had once consumed them both.

The months  that followed were a blur of preparations and forced smiles. Y/N found herself entangled in a web of expectations, her heart heavy with the knowledge that the path she walked was not her own. Before she knew it, 2 years had passed.

As the wedding day arrived, Y/N stood before the mirror, her reflection a mask of conflicting emotions. The wedding attire felt like a shroud, a symbol of the life she was entering, one that had been mapped out by others.

The day ahead held a weight that seemed almost insurmountable, a day that marked the beginning of a new chapter she had never truly chosen.

She had spent years building a life that was defined by duty and expectation, a life that had veered away from the path of her heart's desires. Her parents' wishes had guided her steps, leading her to the brink of a marriage that held none of the warmth and love she had once dreamt of.

As the sunlight gradually filled the room, there was a knock at the door – a sound that brought a mixture of surprise and trepidation. Y/N opened the door to find him standing there, his presence a bittersweet reminder of the love that had once consumed her thoughts – Suna Rintaro.

"Can we talk?" he asked softly, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken emotions.

Y/N nodded, her heart racing as she stepped aside to let him in. They sat in silence for a moment, their shared history stretching between them like an invisible thread.

"I heard about the wedding," Suna finally spoke, his gaze locked on the floor. "I wanted to see you before..."

His words hung in the air, unfinished yet brimming with emotion. Y/N's heart ached, the pain of their unresolved feelings like an open wound.

"Suna, I..." she began, her voice faltering.

He looked up, his eyes searching hers. "I want to know that you’ll keep my promise."

Confusion swirled within Y/N's chest, and she searched his eyes for an explanation.

"I'll write to you," Suna continued, his voice steady yet heavy with unspoken truths. "No matter where you are, no matter what happens, you’ll reply and I'll reply to you.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as the weight of his words settled upon her. In that moment, she realized the depth of his feelings, the unyielding connection that had always existed between them.

With a tenderness that spoke of years of longing, Suna reached out, his fingers brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye.

"I don't want to let you go, Y/N," he confessed softly. "But I also don't want to hold you back from the life you deserve."

Their gaze locked in a shared understanding, a moment that encapsulated the complexities of love and sacrifice. And then, as the sun's rays filtered through the window, Suna rose from his seat, his presence a fleeting yet indelible impression upon her heart.

As he turned to leave, he looked back one last time, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow.

"I'll write to you," he repeated, his voice a whispered promise that lingered in the air.

The ceremony passed in a blur of tradition and celebration, the echoes of joy and laughter contrasting sharply with the emptiness Y/N felt within. She walked the path set before her, her steps heavy with the weight of a decision that had robbed her of her dreams.

And as the vows were exchanged, she stole a glance at her new husband – a man whose face was familiar yet distant, a man who represented everything she had surrendered.

Suna's image lingered in her heart as the years unfolded. The love they had shared, the dreams they had dared to dream, remained an ember that refused to be extinguished. The life she had chosen was one of comfort and stability, but it was a life that left her heart yearning for what might have been.

And so, the letters began – a lifeline that connected two souls separated by circumstances beyond their control. In the days that followed, Y/N would find herself eagerly awaiting the arrival of each letter, her heart racing as she read his words, words that carried the weight of his unspoken feelings.

As the years passed, the love between Y/N and her husband grew into something resembling companionship, but it was a feeling that could never fill the void left by Suna. Their lives were marked by polite conversations, shared responsibilities, and the illusion of a content marriage.

As she looked in the mirror, the reflection that stared back at her was a stranger – a woman who had lost herself in the pursuit of others' expectations. The once-bright eyes that held dreams and aspirations now held a glimmer of emptiness, haunted by the choices that had led her astray. The lines on her face told a story of resilience and hidden pain, a narrative of sacrifices that had slowly chipped away at the spirit she once knew.

Her fingers brushed against the cold surface of the mirror, a tactile connection to the reality she had crafted. The wedding band still adorned her finger, a constant reminder of a loveless union that had stripped her of her own desires and dreams. The life she had built felt like a house of cards, teetering on the edge of collapse, held together by the weight of societal expectations.

The letters were an escape, a world where they could be honest about their emotions, where their love could flourish without the constraints of society's expectations. Through the ink on paper, they shared their dreams, their fears, and the moments that defined their lives.

For two years, their correspondence held them together, a bond that felt unbreakable despite the miles that separated them.

The ink on the letters told stories of unfulfilled yearnings and whispered confessions of 

love. In those words, they found solace, a sanctuary for their forbidden emotions. But as time passed, the letters grew fewer, and the ache in Y/N's chest deepened. Suna's responses became scarce, and a chasm grew between them, mirroring the physical separation that fate had enforced.  

But then, one day, the letters stopped. The silence that followed was a void that echoed Y/N's longing and uncertainty.

She found herself standing at the crossroads once again, her heart heavy with questions. Why had he stopped writing? Had he moved on? Had he grown tired of their unfulfilled connection?

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Y/N's heartache deepened. The absence of his letters felt like a gaping hole, a reminder of the love that had once sustained her.

The passage of time had a way of reshaping lives, of transforming the familiar into the unrecognizable. The years following Y/N's marriage had been marked by a mixture of contentment and resignation. Her union with her husband had been a facade, a construct built upon societal expectations and familial obligations.

As the third year of her marriage approached, Y/N found herself at a crossroads. The foundation upon which her life had been built was beginning to crumble, and the weight of her unhappiness had become an unbearable burden. 

And so, with a heart heavy but resolute, Y/N faced the reality of her situation. She initiated the process of divorce, a decision that carried both liberation and uncertainty. The threads that had bound her to a life that was not truly hers were finally unraveling, paving the way for a new beginning.

Three years drifted by like leaves in the wind. The day finally came when Y/N was able to escape the shackles of her arranged marriage. Her divorce was a victory, but it tasted bittersweet. She had fought for her freedom, but it came at a cost she had not anticipated.

As she returned to her hometown, the place where her journey had begun, Y/N felt a mixture of nostalgia and anticipation. The streets were both familiar and foreign, a reflection of the changes she had undergone. She found herself wandering through the places of her past, seeking solace in the memories that had shaped her.

One evening, as she passed by an electronics store, a television screen caught her attention. The images on the screen were of a figure she had not seen in years – Suna Rintaro. He stood tall and confident, a symbol of success and achievement. The sight of him sent a jolt of emotions through her – a mixture of surprise, pride, and a pang of unresolved feelings.

The news spoke of his volleyball career, his rise to prominence as a player who had made his mark on the national stage. Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for his achievements, a sense of pride for the man who had once held a special place in her heart.

But as the news segment continued, the narrative took an unexpected turn – Suna's engagement to a woman. The shock of the revelation hit Y/N like a tidal wave, a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

The happiness she had initially felt for his success was now intertwined with the sting of his engagement – a reminder that life had moved forward without her. The years of silence, the distance that had separated them, had transformed their connection into something distant and unattainable.

As Y/N watched the screen, her heart clenched with a mixture of emotions. The ache of her unfulfilled love resurfaced, a reminder of the choices they had both made, the paths they had walked apart.

As Y/N walked away from the store, her thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. The chance encounter with Suna had left her heart pounding and her mind in disarray. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had stepped into a surreal dream, a world where the past and present collided in unexpected ways.

"It can't be true," she whispered to herself, the words a desperate mantra. "There's no way..."

The news of Suna's engagement continued to reverberate within her, a persistent thorn in her heart. The thought of him moving on, finding happiness with someone else, was something she had struggled to accept. She had clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, the news was a mistake, a twisted rumor that had spiraled out of control.

As she walked through the familiar streets of her hometown, memories of their shared past flashed through her mind. The countless moments they had spent together, the whispered conversations, and the unspoken confessions – they were all etched into her heart. Their love had been a flame that had burned brightly, illuminating her world with a warmth she had never known before.

And now, faced with the reality of his engagement, Y/N grappled with the pain of loss and the confusion of unfulfilled longing. The love they had shared had been pure and genuine, and the thought of Suna belonging to someone else felt like a betrayal of that love.

As she reached her destination – the high school where it all started. She gazed out at the surroundings, the world around her a blur as she tried to make sense of her feelings.

As she walked through the school's gates, she was hit by a wave of nostalgia. The hallways echoed with the laughter and chatter of students, a reminder of the passage of time. She strolled through the campus, each step a journey through the corridors of her past.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N turned a corner and collided with someone – someone whose presence sent a jolt of recognition through her. She looked up, her heart racing, and her eyes met his – Suna Rintaro.

Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, their gazes locked in a shared moment of surprise and recognition. Suna's eyes held a mixture of emotions – surprise, joy, and a hint of something that Y/N couldn't quite decipher.

"Y/N," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of years of memories.

"Suna" she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of emotions she struggled to contain.

They stood there in the hallway, surrounded by the echoes of their shared past. The years that had separated them suddenly felt insignificant, and Y/N realized that the emotions they had both tried to suppress were still very much alive.

"It's been a long time," Suna said, his gaze searching hers.

Y/N nodded, unable to find the words to express the complexity of her feelings. The silence between them held a mixture of unspoken questions and shared understanding.

"I heard about your volleyball career and your engagement," Y/N finally spoke, her voice carrying a blend of curiosity and vulnerability.

Suna's gaze softened, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. "I wanted to tell you in person."

As the weight of his words settled upon her, Y/N felt a mixture of emotions – a sense of closure and a hint of regret. The love they had once shared had transformed into a bittersweet memory, a reminder of the choices they had both made.

"You deserve all the happiness, Suna," Y/N said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her.

His gaze held hers, a mixture of gratitude and longing. "And you, Y/N? How have you been?"

Y/N smiled, her heart warmed by the genuine concern in his words. "I've been finding my way, step by step."

They stood there, two souls whose paths had intertwined in the most unexpected ways. The school's halls were a silent witness to their shared history – the quiet moments, the unspoken confessions, and the years of separation that had ultimately led them to this moment.

As they parted ways, Y/N felt a sense of peace settling within her. Seeing Suna again had been both a reminder of the love they had shared and a confirmation that life had taken them on different paths.

The box of letters in her hands felt heavy as she put it back in the luggage. Y/N's heart was heavy too, burdened by the weight of lost love. She knew there would be no happy ending for her, only memories of what could have been.

Y/N found herself standing at a crossroads once again – a place where the echoes of their shared past resonated with the weight of unfulfilled dreams. And as she looked out at the world around her, the stars above casting a somber glow, she couldn't help but wonder if their paths had ever truly been destined to intertwine. 

Sitting alone in her hotel room, tears streaming down her face, Y/N realized that she had lost not only her chance at happiness but also her best friend. She had fought for love, only to be met with disappointment. Life had played a cruel trick on her, leaving her with nothing but shattered dreams.

The ache of her unfulfilled love remained, a constant companion in the quiet moments of her life, a poignant reminder that some love stories were destined to remain unfinished, forever suspended in the realm of what could have been.

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[blush-boulevard]

𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑- in a quaint bakery, Y/N's routine is sweetened by the frequent visits of Jimin, a charming customer with dreams of becoming a singer.

female reader/ park jimin x reader/ fluff/ romance/-idol AU/ Bakery AU/ BTS/ BANGTAN SONYEONDAN/ ARMY/ park jimin/ one shot

word count: 1382

~ @nikisgirl15 ｜𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬｜𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝒰𝐼𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐼𝒩𝐸𝒮｜𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘｜𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the quiet streets of the early morning. It was the kind of aroma that made the neighborhood feel alive, a comforting beacon of warmth in the chilly dawn. Y/N, the owner of the small, cozy bakery, had been up for hours preparing the day's goods. The rhythmic thump of dough on the countertop had become a soothing lullaby to the cobblestone alleyways outside.

As the sun began to peek over the rooftops, casting a soft glow on the display of pastries and loaves, the bell over the bakery door jingled cheerfully. A young man, not more than twenty-four, with dark hair and piercing eyes, stepped inside. He was tall and lean, with an air of quiet confidence that seemed to brighten the room even more than the sunlight that danced around him. Y/N looked up from her work, a small smile playing on her lips as she recognized the newcomer.

"Good morning, Jimin," she greeted, her voice warm and welcoming. "Your usual?"

Jimin nodded, his eyes scanning the assortment of baked treats before settling on the chocolate croissants. He was a creature of habit, but there was something about the way Y/N's croissants melted in his mouth that made every visit feel like a new adventure. "Please," he replied, his voice a gentle melody that seemed to resonate with the quiet hum of the bakery.

Their interactions had always been friendly, but there was a spark that neither of them could quite ignore. It was in the way their eyes met and lingered a moment too long, the shared laughter over the town's latest gossip, and the quiet nod of understanding when a customer's order revealed a little too much about their personal life. Jimin was a regular, but his visits had started to feel less like transactions and more like moments they both looked forward to in their day.

Y/N carefully placed the croissant in a paper bag, her heart fluttering just a bit as she handed it to him. "Here you go," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jimin took the bag, their fingers brushing for a brief second. He searched her eyes, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a caress in the stillness of the bakery.

The door chimed again, breaking the spell, and another customer bustled in. The day had officially begun, but as Y/N watched Jimin leave, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was shifting between them. The crisp autumn air outside seemed to carry whispers of change, hinting at a sweetness that went beyond the scent of fresh bread.

Days turned into weeks, and the unspoken tension grew stronger with each passing visit. Jimin started bringing in little gifts, a bouquet of flowers one morning, a small hand-carved wooden spoon the next. Y/N's cheeks would flush as she accepted them, her eyes shyly meeting his, her voice a soft "thank you" that seemed to hang in the air long after he was gone.

One evening, as Y/N was closing up the bakery, Jimin appeared again, this time with a shy look on his face. "Could I help you with anything?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

He hesitated before speaking, "Would you... like to have dinner with me?" The words tumbled out in a rush, as if he had been holding them in for a long time. Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She had never been asked out by a customer before, especially not by someone as charming as Jimin. She took a moment to consider, glancing around the now-empty bakery, the last light of the setting sun painting the room in a warm, golden hue.

"I'd love to," she finally said, a genuine smile spreading across her face. Jimin's eyes lit up, and for a moment, the world outside the bakery ceased to exist. They made plans to meet at a cozy restaurant down the street, one that Y/N had always wanted to try but never had the time.

Their dinner was filled with easy conversation and shared laughter, the kind that made their eyes sparkle and their cheeks ache. Jimin spoke of his love for music, his dreams of becoming a singer, and his shy beginnings. Y/N, in turn, talked about her journey opening the bakery, the late nights and early mornings that had become her life's rhythm. They found common ground in their passion for creating something that brought joy to others.

As the night grew late and the restaurant began to empty, Jimin reached across the table, taking Y/N's hand in his. His touch was gentle, yet firm, and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. He leaned in, his eyes searching hers, and whispered, "I've wanted to do this for so long."

Their first kiss was as sweet and tender as the pastries they had shared in the quiet of her bakery. It was a promise of more to come, a declaration of feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface of their casual acquaintance. And as they stepped out into the cool night air, their arms entwined, Y/N couldn't help but wonder what the next chapter of their story would hold.

Their relationship grew as steadily as the line of customers outside her bakery. Each morning, Jimin would stop by, a bouquet of flowers in hand, and the sight of him would make her heart leap. They'd share stories over coffee and croissants, his gentle teasing making her laugh, her honest advice making him think. He'd stay longer and longer, until the sun had fully risen and the scent of fresh bread was replaced by the aroma of the day's baking.

One day, as the leaves outside turned a fiery shade of red and gold, Jimin stepped through the bakery door with a look of excitement in his eyes. "Guess what?" he exclaimed, holding out a small, neatly folded piece of paper.

Y/N took it from him, her heart racing. It was an audition slip for a idol agency in the city. She knew how much this meant to him, the culmination of his dreams laid out in stark black and white. "Jimin," she breathed, her eyes brimming with pride. "You're going to be amazing."

He grinned, his eyes shining with hope. "I couldn't have done it without you," he said, squeezing her hand. "You've been my rock, my muse."

The days leading up to the audition were a whirlwind of rehearsals and nerves. Y/N would bake him special energy bars, filled with ingredients she swore would calm his jitters. They'd sit in the back of the bakery, the smell of vanilla and chocolate swirling around them, as he practiced his vocal exercises. Her voice was the first thing he heard every morning and the last thing at night, singing him songs of encouragement.

On the day of the audition, Y/N watched from the audience, her heart in her throat, as Jimin took the stage. His voice soared through the room, a beautiful blend of power and vulnerability that had the judges nodding in approval. When he was done, the applause was deafening, and she knew, without a doubt, that she had fallen in love with him.

As his audition progressed, so did their relationship. Stolen kisses in the bakery kitchen, whispered promises of forever, and late-night talks that turned into dawn-lit confessions of love. And when Jimin finally got his results of him making it in to the group, his first thought was of her, the girl who had baked his favorite croissants and captured his heart.

The victory brought him fame and fortune, but it also meant long hours away from the bakery and the girl he loved. Yet, every time he came back, the scent of fresh bread and the sight of her smiling face was a homecoming like no other. And as they embraced, the warmth of their love seemed to fill the little shop, more potent than any spice or sweetener.

Their life together was a tapestry of music and flour, of love and hard work. The bakery remained the constant in their ever-changing world, a place where their hearts could always find refuge. And as they grew together, side by side, the sweetness of their romance became the heart of the neighborhood, a tale as enchanting as the scent of bread that filled the air every morning.