#┊*ೃ♡ moonlight shining on lovers

[the-guardian-kitsune]

hi azaliya!🩷 uh okay first off your blog is absolutely GORGEOUS! omg im in awe it looks amazing i almost got totally distract with why i came here just clicking through all your pinned pages heh

i was wondering, what are some of your favs favorite pet names to call you & what do you prefer to call them? do you usually call each other by your pet names or are they reserved for more special times?🥰

hi luna! ✨️ first of all thank you so much eheh i take great pride in it since it took me a while so i really appreciate your compliments 🫶🏻 and yours is beautiful as well, diluc has a wife with taste~

now, to answer you: it mainly depends on them. some of them go for the most classical and romantic choices: lady/love/dear/princess from ningguang, zhongli, dehya, yaoshi and so on; others choose quite the same, but in their native languages, like alhaitham, dan heng, neuvi, gepard; lastly, those who uses quite the unique names, be it thoma, wanderer, caelus, nanook or luka. then there are those who don't use any or choose to just shorten the actual names.

as for when they're used, it depends! some use them on daily basis so much i tease them about if they forgot my real name; others use them only on special occasions or when we're in private, depending on their choice.

as for me in both scenarios, i just follow their flow and match their energy, since it's all good for me and my primary goal is to make them feel the same way they make me feel: satisfied and happy! :>

oh i was almost forgetting! (writing this right before posting smh) all ships are with my self insert oc hana :> although hana is basically me in most aspects there are still some small differences heh

post update on above: decided to get rid of the "azaliya" person and use hana for both; sorry for the trouble ^^;

(hope i covered anything with my answers lmao)

[kamaluhkhan]

YOUR SWEETHEART PSYCHOPATHIC CRUSH !

pairing: levi ackerman x fem!reader word count: 5.7k chapter summary: while spending your summer at the ackerman's estate, you and levi become slightly obsessed with each other despite mikasa being very clear she doesn't want you to fuck her cousin. warnings: alcohol, smoking, slight enemies to lovers dynamic, kinda rough smut (18+!!), oral (f+m receiving), unprotected period sex, mentions of blood, yearning, religious imagery/references, morally ambiguous protagonist with unclear motivations, eat the rich vibes....essentially very saltburn inspired so...yeah author's note: been having levi brainrot all summer and this is the result hope y'all enjoy ♡

♪: the louvre by lorde

you weren’t in love with him. 

picture levi ackerman on a gilded summer day. shimmering, sweaty skin. designer sunglasses and overpriced flip flops. mouth red and sticky from the popsicle melting in his hand. sharp jawline. sharper tongue.

you understood why people loved him, of course — and so many did. 

he saw through them, and they wanted to be seen by him. 

picture levi ackerman at a busy pub on a friday night, the most expensive whiskey in front of him. one eyebrow quirked, silver piercing disappearing beneath his hairline. grey-blue eyes watching carefully. interested. suspicious.

he was dangerous;

picture levi ackerman on a hot, midsummer night. on his knees, canines sparkling in the moonlight. blood on his chin, between his fingers. he’s wearing pristine silk pyjamas that will soon become stained with grass and dirt and other unspeakable things. 

beautiful, of course;

picture levi ackerman in a marble bathtub, skin wet and soapy. defined muscles and intricate tendons that could have been carved from marble, too. smelling of citrus and bergamot.

and compassionate, somehow. 

picture levi ackerman handing someone a cigarette, heart beating fast after a heated argument. long, slender fingers and a silver crested ring. black stars etched across the skin of his hand, similar to his cousin’s. 

you loved him. 

picture levi ackerman across a bountiful breakfast table. he pries open a ripe fig, reaches over for some tea. as always, he holds his cup from the top. burgundy bruises in the shape of someone’s lips decorate his neck, disappear under the collar of his shirt. 

you loved him.

picture levi ackerman, preening as if for a portrait they’d hang in an art gallery. taking a slow drag of his cigarette, backlit by the sun shining in from grand windows, framing him like a halo. 

but, were you in love with him?

it’s a sticky, sultry summer — the summer mikasa first brings you to paradis. 

with each day that passes, slow and sweltering, june gradually melts away in the blistering heat, but july lingers. 

time passes differently when your life is filled with luxurious nothing. 

mikasa always had friends over, all of whom had their own summer houses nearby. you recognized them from school. work, actually — they were frequent customers at scout’s coffee.

there was historia reiss (oat vanilla latte), who was family friend to the ackermans and twice as rich; annie leonhart (double shot of espresso), who grew up next door; eren jager (black coffee) whom mikasa had gotten back together with at the end of year banquet; and, jean kirstein (cappuccino with extra foam), one of eren’s frat brothers who seemed to notice you more now that you were out of your emerald green uniform and instead squeezed into a very revealing bathing suit mikasa had given you to wear. 

she’d been doing that a lot since you arrived to paradis: giving you last year’s dress to wear at dinner, a blouse that didn’t fit her right, a skirt she wore once that she thought you would look so good in, trust her.

you’re sure it was a coincidence that jean only took interest in you now. 

“oy!” jean whistles your name from across the water. “enjoying the view?” 

you stop your task to look at him, but your eyes quickly wander.

you are, in fact, enjoying the view. on the other side of the pool, levi ackerman (no coffee, just earl grey tea) lounges on a pool chair. his pale skin shimmers under the afternoon sun. levi’s mouth is stained, red and sticky from the popsicle melting in his hand. 

levi, whom mikasa had already deemed off limits. he was family, she said, and you were her friend. it wouldn't be right, she said.

she might not be too thrilled to find out how much you wanted to run your tongue over levi’s lips and underneath his jawline, chase the sweet popsicle stains with the salty sweat on his skin.

“instead of painting mikasa’s nails, you should paint me like one of your french girls sometime,” jean continues, lifting his prada sunglasses just to wink at you. he then goes back to his conversation with eren, the two of them talking animatedly in the shallow end while sipping their beers.

oblivious or not to your staring, levi seems too busy devouring another gothic novel — last week was frankenstein by mary shelley. this week is oscar wilde’s the picture of dorian gray. he’s shirtless, wearing designer sunglasses, overpriced flip flops and board shorts. in his day-to-day summer outfit, an entirely new expanse of skin is on display: a sword tucked into his forearm; angel wings sprouting from his shoulders, almost golden under the sun’s rays; flowers and thorns blooming between his ribs; a snake slithering across his hip bone. 

mikasa clicks her tongue, a telltale sign that she’s impatient for you to get back to work, so you do.

“so, here’s the thing: eren told me than jean likes you,” mikasa says once you finish with her left hand and start on her right.

annie snorts. she’s one chair over, clad in a light blue bikini, suntanning with her eyes closed yet very much engaged with the gossip at hand. “you think? he’s been drooling over her since the start of summer. i’m surprised he hasn’t made a move yet.” 

“well, apparently, he’s been waiting for you to make the first move.”

you bite back a scoff. “why?”

“he likes to be chased, sometimes,” mikasa explains. “it’s a game to him.” 

“i don’t know. i’m not really looking to play any games,” you lie, thankful that she let you borrow one of her many pairs of vintage sunglasses as they hide how your eyes instinctively flick over to levi. 

“come on!” mikasa pouts. “jean would be, like, the hottest summer fling. he’s smart and sexy and definitely knows how to show someone a good time.” a sober mikasa would have never said that — eren would hate his girlfriend talking about another guy like that — but she reaches over to grab her second margarita, smudging the fresh polish on her thumb, and takes a long gulp before adding: “you should go for it. right, guys?”

“you should totally go for it!” historia encourages, leaning over the other side of annie to nod at you enthusiastically. “jean is such a catch.”

“heard he’s good in bed, too,” annie adds. “so, yeah. go for it.”

“right,” mikasa smiles, satisfied. “it’ll be good for you.”

it’ll be good for you. 

you didn’t even want to think about what mikasa meant by that, however well-intentioned. 

the truth is that you had arrived to the ackerman’s sprawling estate with a hand-me-down suitcase, one old swimsuit, and a bitterness buried in your throat. 

mikasa had invited you because she pitied you, the poor scholarship student working at the cafe she and the others frequented. all you had to do was comfort her after another argument with her flighty boyfriend eren jaeger, and suddenly the two of you were the best of friends. inseparable, even when spring finals bled into summer break.

friends is a generous word, really. she was your golden ticket, you were her charity case.

what’s that saying about the road to hell?

it’s paved with good intentions.

you wonder what that means for the road to paradise, then. 

“just promise me you’ll consider it? at least give it a chance? please?” mikasa looks at you with those naive, hopeless romantic eyes. she wants this for you, and you have to keep her happy if you want to stay in this paradise for a little longer. 

“okay,” you concede. “i’ll think about it.” 

when you glance across the pool once more, levi is gone. 

SPRING SEMESTER. 

amid the chaos of students rushing across campus, all you could focus on was useless clicking. 

click.

click.

nothing. not even a goddamn spark.

served you right, buying a lighter from the dollar store. 

“need a light?”

levi’s voice had a deep baritone, one that might have been calming if the two of you hadn’t spent the past hour bickering. he argued that caravaggio’s painting of judith beheading holofernes was more sophisticated than any other rendition; you challenged him, stating that artemisia gentileschi’s work was more powerful — cathartic, even — and therefore a better representation of the story.

erwin smith, the professor leading your art history seminar, urged the two of you to stay focused on the class material, but between you and levi — it always got personal. 

you couldn’t afford the textbook, so how could you know anything about art? 

his family bought his way into the university, so how could he know anything about anything? 

so on and so forth. razor-sharp insults and sarcasm that dripped from your tongues like honey, the other always eager to lap it up like a starving dog. 

if there was one thing you could count on from then on, it was levi providing a snarky comment or underhanded joke meant to remind you that you were only a guest in the aristocratic world mikasa pulled you into, and for you to defend yourself as best you could through equally cutting remarks.

it was like that ever since mikasa dragged you into the group earlier in the semester.

everyone was already a few drinks in at the pub when you walked in behind her. the most expensive whiskey was sitting in a crystal glass in front of levi. he quirked one eyebrow at you, silver piercing disappearing beneath his hairline. grey-blue eyes watching carefully — interested, suspicious — as mikasa introduced you.

it was exhausting. a little exhilarating, too, but not enough to keep you from sliding down to the ground, back against the cold limestone wall, knees pressed to your chest.

“not from you,” you told him. you expected him to leave you alone, grant you a minute to compose yourself.

instead, levi sat down next to you, legs stretched out because he knew the crowd would bend around him. you listened as he lit his own cigarette on the first try, handing it to you without taking a drag. 

long, slender fingers and a silver crested ackerman ring. black stars etched on the skin of his hand, similar to the ones mikasa has.

you couldn’t help but stare; levi ackerman had that effect on people. 

it was almost unfair how attractive he was. all he had to do was lounge against an old building, dark hair with a sharp undercut and eyebrow piercing glinting in the late afternoon sun, to give michaelangelo’s david a run for his money. 

you dug your nails into your palm to keep yourself from accepting his offer. there was always a price to kindness, especially with people like him. 

after a few moments, levi rolled his eyes. he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled deeply, just for show.

“it’s not poisoned or anything. i wouldn’t do that. not to you, at least.” 

you weren’t convinced, but smoke curled around his words. when it hit your nostrils, you had to give in.

“god,” you practically moaned as warmth filled your lungs; your heart rate eased as you finally got your vice. levi let out something of a choke. his cheeks became slightly flushed.

it must have been your imagination. levi ackerman did not get flustered.

he cleared his throat, your fingers brushing against each other when he accepted the cigarette you handed back to him.

“mika says i’ve projected certain….insecurities onto you.” 

mikasa had changed her major three times already, and the one she’d settled on then was psychology. her new pastime was psychoanalysing the people around her, depending on which chapter was being covered that week. 

“she says i should apologize for —”

“being a dick?”

“yeah, i guess.” 

it wasn’t an apology. he just looked at you with his signature, disinterested gaze. 

“okay.” you wouldn’t give him forgiveness, anyways. 

“can i ask you something, then? without you biting my head off?”

a pause.

“fine,” levi responded. 

“what insecurities?”

another pause. he twisted the ring on his finger, almost nervously. 

levi ackerman did not get nervous, but maybe he wasn’t used to letting his guard down. 

the silence stretched between you.

“let’s just say that i’m not as blue-blooded as i try to seem,” he finally said.

you turned your head to examine levi ackerman: ironed button-down rolled up to his elbows, showing off elaborate tattoos that must have cost a fortune. brown leather satchel engraved with his initials. shiny new rolex.

“oh. could’ve fooled me.”

levi laughed, stiff and hollow. you could taste the bitterness from his lips when it was your turn with the cigarette, and instinctively licked your own. 

“you more than anyone should know: that’s kind of the point.” 

it was the way he said it that got you. his voice just above a whisper. protecting his secret — and, by proxy, yours. 

you gnawed the inside of your cheek, hard enough to taste copper. 

it never occurred to you that you might not have been the only outsider. 

there might have been reasons why levi remained on the edge of the group, a brooding mystery to most of them, why you were the only one levi bothered to argue with. there were reasons why he didn’t skip class or get blackout drunk on weekdays like the others, why he was always so pristine, so perfect, so composed. 

“look, i’m not a bad person. it’s just —”

“sometimes you have to bite,” you finished his sentence. “you’re angry at the world, and you know that the wrong person might take everything away if you step out of line and let that anger slip through.”

it was a coping mechanism; one wired within you, too, even if it sometimes manifested in different ways. you didn’t need a textbook to recognize that. 

“yeah.” 

you could tell he was trying his best to hide his reaction, but you knew — by the sudden glint in his eye, the slight relaxing of his jaw. 

levi ackerman did not let his guard down, but there you were, recognizing the hunger inside him as your own.

“well, i don’t care if you bite,” you promised. “just don’t be surprised if i bite back.” 

the corners of his lips curled into a smirk, matching your own.

“i’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

you let the time pass, let ash fall from the smouldering cigarette you shared until it was down to the quick. the sun was hidden behind the lecture hall by then, and the quad was quiet. only you and levi remained.

“i should get to my next class,” levi informed, breaking the comfortable silence you had unexpectedly built. he got up swiftly, although he was likely already late. 

“see you around.” you caught a flash of silver where he was just sitting. you grabbed it, and held it up. “don’t forget your lighter.”

he flicked his eyes towards the object in your hand, and he frowned. 

“keep it.”

“i – i can’t.”

“it’s fine. just take it.”

“i don’t need your handouts, levi,” you snapped. you remembered the time he had teased you for wearing one of mikasa’s blouses, warning you that her handouts aren’t enough to make you pass as one of them.

levi winced, clearly remembering too. “consider it a gift for being — what did you call me before?”

“a dick.”

“right. anyways, you’d be doing me a favour,” levi continued. “i’ve been wanting to get rid of this one; got a better one waiting for me at home.”

you would’ve continued pushing back, but it was too late. levi was already walking away. 

levi looked back once and winked at you. you let the cool metal lighter burn through your skin.

apparently, trust fund kids suck at monopoly. especially after a few bottles of wine taken from their parents’ cellar.

they don’t really have a strategy, and those who did…well, it can’t beat yours.

you secure property left and right, make deals, and, yeah, screw people over until you’re the only one remaining with any candy-colored bills. by the end, you’re drunk off pinot noir and a high on the euphoria of winning this little, insignificant game. 

“no fair!” jean whines. “how’d you do that?”

“a magician never reveals her secret,” you hum. 

“what if i asked nicely?” 

you shake your head with a slight smile, leaning over to grab the last of the pretzels as a cover for getting jean’s hand off your thigh. he’d become bolder in the past few days in his flirtations; you, in all fairness, gave as well as you got — lingering eyes, purposeful touching, flirty banter. 

levi, sitting across from you, sips his drink calmly. 

“maybe you just underestimated her,” he suggests. 

“hell yeah, he did.” historia gives you an enthusiastic high five.

“i did not underestimate her.” jean rolls his eyes. “it’s just, i didn’t expect her to —”

“ — have a strategy that might outwit you, of all people?” levi mocks.

“put your teeth away, ackerman,” jean huffs. “i’m just saying — i’m a business major.”

“you did fail econ 200 twice, jean,” eren points out. 

“you’re lucky daddy kirstein payed off the professor so you didn’t have to take it a third time,” levi quips, earning a scowl from jean. 

“don’t get me started, you underground piece of — ” 

“okay, good game everyone!” mikasa interjects, so loud her words bounced off the walls. the ackerman’s ‘cozy’ den is just as grand as any other room, large with signature tiled floors and marble columns. she turns to you and jean, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “why don’t the two of you go get more snacks, and the rest of us will decide on a movie?”

as everyone else follows mikasa to the home theatre, the board game now forgotten, you and jean head to the kitchen.

“my dad didn’t pay the professor off, for the record,” jean says as you start refilling bowls. he leans against the counter, watching you. “he paid for a tutor. i mean, i had to pass the class, right? if i’m going to take over my dad’s real estate company. there’s nothing wrong with a little help.”

you smile like you mean it. 

“of course not.” 

and that seems to pacify jean, until he bluntly asks: 

“is something happening between you and levi?” 

you freeze. “why would you say that?”

jean walks around the large kitchen island, stopping in front of you. 

“he just seems…protective over you.”

“nothing’s happening,” you swallow the lump in your throat, unable to say more. “nothing’s happening between me and levi.” 

if you keep saying it, maybe it will become true. maybe the tension will evaporate, and the fire in the pit of your stomach will die out, and you will be able to give mikasa what she wants.

jean watches you through thick lashes, hands creeping over your hips. playing the part, you throw your arms around his neck, fingers threading through auburn hair.

“good. because this dress is incredible.”

it’s mikasa’s dress. gucci, spring collection from the year before.

“jean,” you whisper his name like you want him. 

jean kisses you then, and you kiss back. he slides his tongue in your mouth, slides a hand underneath the dress you wore. whispers again how incredible the dress was, how good you would look on your knees for him later.

you feel nothing. it’s fine.

you squeeze your eyes shut and, ignoring your guilty conscience, imagine a certain raven-haired boy in jean’s place. it works fine, allowing you to deepen the kiss, but then jean presses his thigh between your legs, and his stubble itches against your cheek.

fuck. you don’t want this. 

lightheaded, you rip away from jean’s grip and place a hand on the counter next to you to steady yourself. you swallow as much air as you can, but still feel terribly breathless.

“everything okay?”

of course, it’s levi. he came to inform the two of you that cruel intentions was decided on (a message from mikasa), and to tell you to hurry the fuck up with the snacks (a message from eren).

jean smirks as he walks past your raven-haired boy and winks at you before he leaves the room.

levi is the one who helps you bring everything to the home theatre. he doesn’t say another word to you all night.

the only time you can truly be at peace in paradis is late at night, looking out into the dark green nothing. 

it became a habit of yours, going out to smoke when you figured everyone was asleep. you’d formed an attachment to a particular stone bench next to a statue of some melancholy mythological woman (persephone, maybe?), and parked yourself there every night to look up at the stars. 

quiet. limitless. alone.

even then, there’s always someone watching.

“nice lighter.”

those are the first words levi has spoken to you in the past week that aren’t delivered like he’s getting his teeth pulled. 

“nice shirt, too.”

you look down, remembering that you’re not wearing the nightgown mikasa had given you when she saw your actual pyjamas: a pair of old boxers and an oversized marvin the martian t-shirt. 

that’s one thing you can’t bring yourself to give up in all this, apparently: the soft, worn cotton that feels like home. 

the other, unfortunately, takes a seat next to you. you should tell him to leave you alone, but you find yourself wanting him to stay.

he reaches out for the cigarette. you pass it to him like a moth to a flame, body betraying mind, knowing deep down that it might cause you to burn in the end. you watch as he inhales deeply, then tilts his head up as if sending the smoke as an offering to the full moon.

the quiet, formerly comforting, now makes your skin crawl. 

“so….what’d you get on the final?” that’s the best you can do in terms of small talk with levi ackerman. your heart stops, when you realize your mistake — 

the reality of what happened the last time you studied together.

levi, for his part, doesn’t bring that up. he hands the cigarette back to you.

“97. you?”

“98.”

levi whistles. “better go celebrate with your new boyfriend.”

“he’s not my — ” 

you bite your tongue. 

careful. 

you want to bite that smirk off his lips.

it’s been a while, but he’s trying to rile you up.

you wonder what levi saw in you that made him think this was how to understand you: by throwing a punch and seeing if you could match his fight. 

the truth is that jean isn’t anything to you. nothing had happened after that moment in the kitchen, and you wanted to keep it that way. you know that levi is perceptive enough to notice how you subtly distance yourself from jean, despite mikasa’s efforts and jean’s once again one-sided flirtations. 

(you have a clear image of levi at breakfast a few days ago, prying open a ripe fig and holding his cup of tea from the top, burgundy bruises in the shape of someone’s lips decorating his neck and disappearing under the collar of his shirt. historia had thrown a party next door, and you had the profound displeasure of watching levi make out with someone who wasn’t you. as soon as your eyes met his from across the room, levi removed himself from the person sucking on his collarbone. you weren’t sure it was a coincidence.)

“so kirstein isn’t your boyfriend?” 

“what does it matter to you?”

“are you just hooking up, then?”

“why do you care, levi?” you snap.

it was dark, and you felt levi shuffle closer to you. you turned your head away, refusing to acknowledge the weight of his gaze on your body. 

“i think you know why.” his voice nothing but a burning whisper in your ear.

levi, the clever brat, after giving you the cold shoulder, is not only trying to rile you up — he’s teasing you.

god, you were losing your mind, playing levi’s game, when he should have been losing yours.  

you felt a fresh kind of heat spread through your body.

“whatever.”

you rip the cigarette from levi’s fingers, careful to avoid skin touching skin, snuff it out, and make all the moves to leave.

“wait.” he commands, grabbing your wrist before you can get too far. “let’s start again. i know you heard me earlier tonight.” 

you clench your jaw, still standing. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

(your bedroom is the closest to his, with only a bathroom with thin walls separating the two. earlier, you swore he was pleasuring himself to the rhythm of your name, but when you entered the bathroom to check, all you found was water swirling down the bathtub drain.) 

“i saw you.”

“what do you want, levi?” his name like poison on your tongue, fire in your throat.

levi doesn’t say anything for a bit. 

crickets chirp in the distance. 

neither of you move. 

“i think about that night all the time.” levi swallows, hard. “that night in the library.”

(during finals season, late night at the library, when you were both frustrated and bone-tired and in need of release, levi fucked you in a secluded corner. two fingers in, knuckle deep. you returned the favour after reaching your high, kneeling down on the carpet to taste him. he was wiping away his own cum from the corner of your mouth just as someone walked over to examine the shelves for a book on the italian renaissance. it was careless, and dangerous, and neither of you spoke of it again.) 

mikasa made her expectations for you clear, and you need to please her, so you bit back your desire, swallowed whatever spark might have been between you and levi, and carried on as acquaintances because you couldn’t really afford to let it catch.

except, levi’s looking at you like he did then, hooded eyes, dark blue with desire. 

he lets go of your wrist and you already miss his touch. 

so, the reckless part of you stays, sits closer to him, tries not to melt when his silk pyjamas brush against your naked thigh. 

“i think about your mouth.” he brings a tentative hand to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your bottom lip. “those pretty little moans, the way you said my name….” 

you can’t help it; you brush your fingers in the junction between his neck and shoulder, and find his pulse strong, but steady. 

“levi,” you sigh, and he shudders.

“fuck, just like that.” 

you and levi are so close now, you aren’t sure the air you’re breathing is your own. 

“it kills me, that you’re only a room away —” 

“i think about your fingers,” you finally confess. you lick your lips, grazing levi’s thumb in the process. “i think about the way you taste, how full you made me feel.”

levi sucks in a sharp breath. by now, he’s snaked his other hand underneath your shirt, fingers tracing shapes onto your stomach.

“kirstein might murder me.”

you nod slowly. 

“mikasa might never speak to me again.”

“you’ve been driving me insane all year,” levi justifies. “all fucking year. when mika brought you to paradis, i thought we’d have all summer….”

he scrapes his nails against your ribcage, wandering further into dangerous territory.

“i guess we better make up for lost time, then.” you suggest. his hand stills, eyes locked on yours. “don’t you think, levi?”

levi answers by surging forward, and kissing you with such ferocity, he might as well be a man starved. teeth on teeth on tongue. you tangle your hands into his hair, pull on some strands just to see what he'd do. he groans, and retaliates by biting down on your bottom lip, hard enough that you taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with the remnants of minty toothpaste on his lips. you whimper and pull away slightly. he holds your face firmly between his two hands, so you can’t go too far.

"sorry." levi smirks, and you know he doesn't really mean it. 

you don’t care. you tug his hair some more and crash your mouth back to his, let your tongue trace every one of his teeth as if committing to memory.

you’re jolted back to reality when his hand dips beneath the waistband of your underwear. 

“shit. wait.” you push levi away and need a second to appreciate the state he’s in: raven hair a mess of your own making, pupils blown wide as he watches you with greedy impatience. 

“what is it?” he presses when you take a second too long to explain.

“oh. it’s just,” a nervous laugh bubbles from your chest. you’ve craved this, craved him for so long, and it seems cosmically unfair that something else prevents you from satisfying your hunger. “i’m on my period.”

levi blinks at you. “so?”

you’re flustered, having to spell this out for him. “well, i guess we can’t really have sex, then?” you pause, watching as levi tilts his head. “i can suck you off if you want —

“what i want is to taste you,” levi states. “it’s lucky for you, i’m a vampire.” 

you would have bet all your money that levi was just fucking with you, ready to leave you to tend to yourself for the night. 

it’s a bet you would have promptly lost, seeing as levi slides to his knees and lodges himself between your legs.

“if you’re not comfortable with it, i don’t have to.” 

your teeth catch your bottom lip, heart almost beating out of your chest.

you could back out now, suck it up and get on your knees for jean instead, gush to mikasa about it later and keep making her believe that you’re following her word like scripture. 

but — it’s just so sincere. sweet, almost, how levi tilts his head up at you, waiting for your command like you’re a deity he’s dedicated his life to, willing to do anything and everything to prove his devotion. 

the final transgression, the nail in the coffin: 

you reach down to brush your fingers underneath his jawline and tell him it’s okay — that you want him.

levi sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh, soothing his tongue over the sting before removing your shorts and underwear.

he has his way with you, bringing you over the edge not once, but twice with his sharp tongue and skilled fingers. you bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from screaming, until it’s just too damn much and you have to push levi’s head away. 

levi looks up at you again, this time with a devilish grin, canines sparkling in the moonlight. crimson on his chin, between his fingers. once spotless silk pyjamas are probably stained with grass and dirt and whatever wetness he’s gathered from you. 

maybe you should be on your knees, too, repent for the sin of crossing a line that was very clearly drawn, but you don’t care. 

you’re hot and sticky and overstimulated, and fuck if you aren’t entirely blissed out. 

levi confesses that wants, needs, to be inside you, so he carries you to his bedroom. you claw at the angel wings engraved on levi’s shoulder blades as he thrusts into you and sucks at your pulse point, your collarbone and chest.

“knew you’d feel like bliss, all tight and wrapped around me,” levi exhales, moving up to press his sweaty forehead to yours. “i’d call you angel, but we both know our friends would sentence us to hell for this. worth it though, right, baby?”

“fuck, levi,” you moan at the nickname, which encourages him to go faster. one of his hands moves to grip the pillow beside your head; you take the opportunity to angle your chin and run your tongue over the tattooed sword on his forearm, tasting salt. “so fucking worth it.”

you reach your climax when levi starts rubbing harsh circles onto your clit. he lets you ride out your high before pulling out of you, stroking himself a few times, and painting your stomach with his release. 

lingering in a post-orgasm haze, you take a few moments to look around. levi’s room is pristine, save for the dirty clothes you practically tore from each other’s bodies and the now ruined sheets. you’re about to close your eyes, but levi taps your cheek. 

“hey. you okay?”

“yeah,” you yawn, tracing a finger across the roses decorating his chest. “sorry about the mess.”

levi shakes his head. “don’t worry about that. i’ll do laundry tomorrow,” he assures. “but let’s get you cleaned up now, beautiful.”

it was such a rush at the beginning, between you and levi. now, the result of your… whatever you want to call it — obsession, violence, passion — sees the two of you sharing a bath.  the air thick with steam and smelling of citrus and bergamot. levi ackerman in a marble bathtub, skin wet and soapy after washing away blood and dirt. defined muscles and intricate tendons that could have been carved from marble, too.

he falls asleep in your bed, and you fall asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

in the morning, when you wake up, levi is sitting on your windowsill. backlit by the sun shining in, framing him with a halo, he takes a slow drag of his cigarette, preens for no one in particular as if for a portrait they’d hang in an art gallery. 

you’ve tried, multiple times, but could never quite capture his beauty. at least not with a regular hb pencil and flimsy sketchbook paper. you thought he deserved to be immortalised, all shadows and intense angles. maybe the louvre in paris or the uffizi in florence; displayed somewhere for all to admire, like renaissance portraits of italian nobles or ancient gods carved in stone, given sacrifices from starving peasants. 

levi represents everything you want to burn to a crisp.

and, yet.

levi notices you stirring.

he smiles at you (you’d sit in hell just for a glimpse of that rare, precious, levi ackerman smile) and murmurs a good morning, sweetheart (how is it possible that you can taste his words on your tongue, thick like honey and just as sweet?), all while looking at you like you were the work of art.

you feel something twist in your gut. 

you’re so, utterly fucked.

[konigbabe]

eleusinian mysteries

DAY 7 ⇢ Gangbang Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader x Toji Fushiguro x Kento Nanami x Choso Kamo Word count: 4k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; gangbang; oral sex (F & M receive); p-in-v; anal sex (F receive only); pure filth; fingering; cunnilingus; rimming; deepthroat/throatfucking; praise kink; protected sex; ass slaping (like once); pet names (each one calls you differently); basically 4 men 1 female gangbang Summary: How did you find yourself passed around by four men might remain a mystery; at least it's off of your bucket list now. [Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023]. Divider is mine. A/N: With NSFW Week oficially over with this piece, I wanted to give special thanks to the radiant Fae (@kennedyswhore) for her unconditional support [that kept me from dropping the event], sublime Kit (@vagabond-umlaut) for her encouraging and kind words (that subconciously pushed me to finish each piece), Karma (@kazushawty) who infected my mind with her filth (in a good way) that resulted in this mess (and kudos to her tutorial for this GIF) and to you, who's reading this [series]. Thank you for the support! ♡

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There's a thin line between reality and a dream – which can easily be blurred. Especially when the present blends with the past and gets a hold of the future within its grasp.

"What's this?"

Satoru lies spread wide on the bed; torso bared to the world and stretched out, his physique like an invitation to explore. Especially with the way the moon casts its shine onto the mop of silvery strands that crown his head.

With a soft sigh, you position one knee on the plush expanse of the bed, flicking your eyes on your lover. His curious fingers dance towards the petite diary on your nightstand; a beacon of secret desires nestled in the soft glow of tonight's moonlight.

"A journal," you reply, "of sorts," the mumble that leaves your lips is faint, tinged with skepticism. Unease. Shame maybe – even.

"Can I?" With the book already ensconced in his slender fingers, he throws you a questioning look. Seeks your permission. Your silent approval is conveyed through a gentle dip of your chin.

Satoru unfurls the pages. Flips through them. Hair clinging to his forehead, eyes darting across each paragraph and list; he takes his time reading, studying each entry. Flipping through the pages, you notice the crease between his eyebrows deepen as he reaches the last page.

The last page.

There are no hidden feelings between you. You are an open book for him – now in a more literal sense than ever before.

"This page's interesting," he mumbles to himself, yet his words reach your ears clearly. And you know what he means. A warm flush sweeps across your cheeks, causing your eyes to divert towards the sheets, where your nervous fingers fiddle with the fabric, "is this a bucket list?"

His utterance is clear, and you grasp the implication quickly.

"Yeah, well, everyone has dreams."

You feel the bed on your side dip. Satoru shifts, sits up, the sheets cascading around his lithe waist. Warm breath fans over your cheeks, adding fuel to the fire smoldering beneath your skin. His hand finds its way onto your exposed thigh, thumb caressing the damp skin.

"Yours are rather," searching for the right descriptor, the hand that was on your thigh now slips underneath your chin, gently lifting it to align your gaze with the deep, cerulean depths of his eyes, "provocative."

Filthy. That'd be more fitting, you think.

The answer on the tip of your tongue refuses to budge.

"I like that," he adds after a while. "And if you want," sitting straight, his face now stands in front of you, a breath away, "we can do number three now."

When you don't respond – only watch his face inch closer, lips hover over the curve of yours – he licks a thin stripe across your lower lip.

"And I can arrange number seven if you want," he mumbles against your lips, pushing your face towards his.

How such a simple conversation led to this will probably remain a bit of a head–scratcher. How Satoru managed to have all of them agree to this will be a mystery. Maybe he has a knack for bringing out people's hidden desires or a way of making everyone comfortable enough to do this.

But these thoughts don't really stick in your mind. Especially with the way Nanami's tongue continues to lick thick stripes over your drenched walls. Back flat against the table, legs up and spread wide. Toji keeps a vice grip on one of your ankles with Choso gripping the other one – the two men keeping your legs open for the blonde man to devour you comfortably.

You'd never imagine there would be a day when all of them would see you like this.

And that there would come a day when you discover the taste of each of their lips; the unique sensation each of their kiss can bring.

Satoru you were familiar with – hungry. Sloppy. Messy. Remaining filled with passion even after years of familiarity. Holding your face with both his hands, cradling your cheeks. Like the first plunge into a lukewarm sea that turns into swirling foam – enveloping and capricious. He always speaks with his entire body; grinding up against you and wrapping his arms around your back. A boisterous lover.

Nanami – Nanami's kiss, on the other hand, is a contrast to Satoru's intensity. It's precise, measured, and full of depth. A slow dance of passion; like the waltz. His hand comes to your face and cups your chin, lifting your head up just the slightest amount of space so that when his lips meet yours, they nestle in there perfectly. His lips meet yours with a calculated tenderness. There's a sense of control and mastery in his kiss, and it leaves you with a feeling of being cherished and understood.

Toji – like a storm. Wild and untamed, coming out of nowhere with an intensity that left you breathless. An untamed force that sweeps you off your feet. Fingers gripping your chin with iron strength, thumb pushing against your lower lip to part for him more. Tongue both demanding and teasing, as if he can't decide whether to be gentle or let the beast out. The taste of danger and desire both eminent on his lips.

And Choso – the perfect blend of sweetness and ardor. His kiss is unexpectedly tender, considering his broad, rough exterior. A hand resting on your nape, not pushing or anything, with the other sliding up and down your arm; making you feel like he had waited a lifetime for this moment and wanted to savor the warmth of your skin under his palms. He tastes like moonlight on bare skin.

So when all four kiss you, the sensation is a whirlwind – a summer storm. A combination of the intensity of Satoru's kiss, the depth of Nanami's, the wildness of Toji's, and the tenderness of Choso's.

"Mmph–fuck," Toji rumbles, teeth showing in a grimace as nails dig into the flesh of your calf. Your fingers tighten around his base when you feel Nanami's fingertips collect your wetness, spread your lips apart before his finger teases your open hole.

You want to answer, urge Nanami to finally let go of the restraints – feeling like hours have passed since he went down on his knees and buried his face between your legs. Yet it's hard to do so when Satoru's cock plunges into your mouth. So deep in your mouth that you can barely breathe as he thrusts it into you; our lips and the back of your throat rubbing raw against its pulsing flesh. You feel him hit a soft barrier and push harder.

Hands slide across your chest. Slick with saliva before the softness of someone's lips envelops one of your nipples. A kiss, soon followed by a nip of teeth. Gentle, exploring – Choso, you guess. Compared to how Toji keeps squeezing the other one. All rough and fast, his thumb flicking over your erect nipple whenever your finger presses against his slit.

"Daamn, baby," you pick up Satoru's mumbles. And with your head thrown over the table's edge, you manage to look up. To see the underside of his chin, see how he's looking up; how his hand continues to caress your hollowing cheek, thumb collecting the tears that spill over your waterline.

A moan slips past the tight seal of your lips when Nanami's finger is finally buried all the way inside your drenched cunt. You arch against him, hips grinding against his moving hand before another one presses down onto your lower belly.

"Don't move, love," Nanami's voice echoes, hot breath skittering over your wet folds moving to your aching nub, "just let me prep you."

You tighten your grip – both of them – which only earns you deep grunts. Choso's teeth swipe over the tender flesh of your breast, over the soon-to-be bruise forming upon his attack. Tongue swirling over the silk-soft skin, making it stiffen with prickly heat. Your moan and twitch at the touch.

Toji flicks your nipple, rolls it between his fingers. Eyes drawn onto the sight before him. On the way your body lies completely bared; body offered on a platter of lustful ecstasy, like a sacred offering.

As Nanami's hand slides inside of you, heat spreads through every inch of your body. His fingers are merciless, relentlessly adding another finger and curling them both up to press against your walls. Searching for that sweet spot, that one point of ecstasy that will have you seeing stars.

"Baby," Satoru whines, thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth to draw your attention to him, "gonna cum. Think you can swallow me?"

Your hands continue to slide up and down Choso's and Toji's cocks, each on either side of you. Satoru stops moving, the throbbing tip of his cock resting on your upper palate. Your tongue swipes over his leaking slit, collecting the briny, pearlescent droplets before swallowing.

"Mhm," you attempt to nod, taking a deep breath through your nose.

"Good," Satoru responds, holding you in place by digging his fingers into the nape of your neck as his cock expands against your throat walls, pushing every nerve ending until a burning pleasure washes over you.

You can feel the heat spreading through your body, coalescing in the space between your legs.

Nanami's fingers continue to massage your walls, pressing against that slightly ridged spot deep inside – the one that tightens your throat, makes you clamp down on his fingers, grip Choso and Toji tighter. Everyone feeling your pleasure rise–

Satoru stills inside you. And you feel him spill. All hot and heavy; flowing over your tongue and melting on your taste buds like an ice cream cone in the summer sun. Tengy but savory.

–and rise until the dam breaks. Warmth flooding your nerves, overwhelming your senses until you surrender to it completely.

Nanami doesn't stop moving. Instead he speeds up, his fingers working you over until you are soaked in sweat; not a single inch of your skin dry or cool.

Fucking you through the first orgasm of the night while Satoru withdraws from your mouth. A feral groan escapes his lips as he watches scant droplets of his cum escape your mouth and rustle down the side of your cheek, smearing the sensuous skin with slick fluids that threaten to drip into your eyes. He leans down and sweeps up the droplets; plunging his sticky fingers deep inside your mouth.

All while the azure depths of his eyes lock onto your hazy gaze, you watching the upside down image of your boyfriend.

"You're so good," he praises, withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean. You can taste it on his tongue; the saltiness, the sweetness of his spent, "ready for the real fun?"

Nanami's fingers scratch your quivering walls once last time. His lips – soft and velour – press against your opening, tongue teasingly licking along the entrance before he stands up.

"Mhm–definitely," you murmur and watch. Watch as Nanami stands up, torso sculpted into perfection. Muscles rippling under pale skin, the veins visible beneath the surface. Your fingers itch, coming closer until the tip of your middle finger nudges against the graven abdomen.

His hips pitch forward upon your touch. Hand tightening around his cock as he gives it a few pumps.

You want it. Want him. Want to feel the stretch as he sinks inside.

"Condoms," Satoru chimes in from your side, stern but only reminding everyone as his hand strokes your cheek. Nanami grips your thighs to spread your legs wider for him. Nodding, he reaches to your side, grabbing one from the small stack of them you prepared beforehand.

With one hand on your inner thigh, her rips open the foil packet with his teeth and rolls it down the length of his leaking cock.

"Ready," he asks to which you nod.

The burn is intense, numbing as you're filled in one smooth motion. His cock feels even better than you imagined it would; slick and hot inside you. You can feel every inch of him, every inch that fills you up. His hands tighten around your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he stays still.

A mewl cascades past your parted lips. Body shifting, seeking more friction; movement. Nanami responds with a roll of his hips – exploring. Testing whether you opened up for him enough. And when he feels the unrestrained slide of his cock inside you, he can't help it any more. At first it's slow, shallow thrusts that have you biting your lip in anticipation.

"Fuck, get it over with already Nanami or I'm gonna explode," you hear a gruff voice.

Toji.

"Y'know," it sounds more like a moan rather than words but all four sets of eyes snap to your face, "I have two holes, don't I?"

Nanami shudders against your cunt, and you could swear he got more swollen upon your words. Choso's eyes snap to Satoru as Toji grabs the bottle of lube from the table. Yet Satoru's gaze lingers on your blissful expression.

"You sure about that?"

When he asks, your chest tightens, pulse gallops.

"She's a big girl, she can decide for herself," Toji responds, hand on your hip. He nods at you and then turns to Nanami, who looks up at him. They exchange a few words, a conversation that passes by your ears.

"Hey–"

"Satoru," you interrupt the man by your side, hand reaching upwards to touch the side of his neck, "s'okay. It's a gift for me after all."

You whimper when Nanami's cock slides out; now feeling the emptiness all over again.

"Gonna move this to the couch," Choso retorts–

Everything feels weightless. Surreal. Each kiss a caress, each touch a fire. Your thoughts are muddled, consumed by the need for him. For all of them.

–and soon enough, your legs are spread wide around Nanami's waist, his cock nestled deep inside you. You move in tandem, slow and shallow thrusts as you straddle him. He leans back against the couch, his head hidden in the nook of your neck; while at the same time, Choso stands behind it, with your lips sealed around his dripping tip.

Toji stays crouched behind you. Any other day, your face would burn over the thought – of having someone's finger up your ass. It's a strange feeling – the steady pressure of his middle finger as he twists inside you. Even with the generous amount of lube, it takes Nanami a few good thrusts and encouraging words – You feel good. Relax for us, yeah? – to get you mellowed enough for Toji to add a second finger and scissor them inside.

All while Satoru stands by the doorframe; fully naked, skin pale with pinkish hue. It feels as if he's glowing, radiant, when your eyes open and he's standing in your peripheral vision.

The motion tugs at something deep inside you. And you moan around Choso's cock. Hollowing your cheeks, tongue pressing flat against his underside as you feel pleasure washing the shame away.

Suddenly, Toji's presence leaves your body. Letting go of Choso's cock, you hold it in your hand, thumb swiping over the sensitive slit, earning you a grunt of appreciation as Satoru's eyes lock onto yours – and you feel a small smile tug at your corners before–

"What–"

Something wet slithers around your rim as Nanami stills once again. Teeth nipping at the skin on your clavicles, your lips press momentarily against the ridge of Choso's tip, tasting the saltiness before you use Nanami's shoulders to steady yourself enough to twist around. To look at Toji, crunched down, hands spreading your cheeks apart with face buried between them. His eyes, verdant windows to his carnal soul, glint in the faint luminescence as they look up at you; you can't help but gasp, mouth running dry. His tongue like fire, skin searing under his touch as he swirls around your ass before pushing inside.

"Wait, I–ugh–"

Satoru shifts in the corner of your eyes.

But somehow, it feels good. So fucking good and delightful.

"Relax, not my first rodeo," Toji rumbles when he pulls away, sinking his teeth into the plump flesh of your ass; then he goes back for more.

"Feels weird," you let out a chuckle, nodding in Satoru's direction, "but good." Hand grasping Choso's cock – who's been patiently waiting for your return – you kiss the side of the burning flesh while letting Toji devour you.

Nanami's hands slide from their spot on your hips, tracing the curves and dips of your body; settling around the globes of your breasts. They squeeze the abused flesh, kissing the tender spots. Hips having mind of its own, you circle them on top of him, causing Nanami to grow into your skin.

For what feels like an eternity, you stay this way – squeezing, warming Nanami's cock inside your dripping walls. One hand resting at the back of his head as he kisses your chest, massages your nipples and caresses your sides. The other hand moves along Choso's length, lips tightly wrapped around it as you bob your head, Choso's hand resting on top of your head, gently urging you to take more.

With Satoru watching over it all.

"Good," a sharp slap, sting on your ass when Toji finishes and stands up, "arch your back for me, kitten." His hand presses against your lower back, urging you into position.

Your body curves into Nanami's, like water around a rock.

Nanami spreads his legs more, opening you when Toji spread more lube over his cock. Tugs a few times to spread the slick, sticky substance over the condom, dipping the fingers in your ass to loosen the upcoming friction more.

You expect pain; pain of being stretched to the limit. Yet there's none when the tip of his cock slips past your rim and slowly slips inside you – further and further, until his hips are pressed against your ass.

"Fuck–good girl, ain't ya," Toji mumbles, more for himself as he feels the heat of your insides hug him tightly.

"You're doing great," Nanami's lips brush against the shell of your ear, tone quiet – just for you. "Wanna ride us?"

"Mmph–," you nod. Fingers sliding along Choso's cock, taking him in your mouth when you start to move on your own accord.

Which doesn't last too long as pleasure increases, makes it difficult for you to find a good pace. As if he can feel your struggle, Toji grasps your hips, stabilizing the pace as Nanami moves his hips.

Satoru watches on with a mixture of curiosity and admiration as Nanami starts to move; his cock sliding inside you with ease, meeting up with Toji's pace. You can feel both their cocks pushing deep within you, adding fuel to the fire inside.

Their hands never leave your body, grasping at whatever they can reach.

"Ah–" Choso's hips stutter the moment his cock breaches the entrance to your throat. You keep going, deepening the movement with each plunge. The sensation builds up in seconds, making it impossible to keep still as he grunts your name, feeling himself nearing the edge. "Gonna cum–ugh– damn."

His hands grasp your face, hips rolling forward. You grasp Nanami's shoulders, letting Choso ride out his high, his cum sliding down your throat before he slips out – spent and satisfied – and watches with grateful gaze as you swallow him down, not leaving a droplet to escape.

"Shit–," Toji speaks up after a second, "you just got tighter," and he grips your hips, moving Nanami's hands out the way as the intensity of his thrusts increases. "Look at you. Always knew you were a dirty one."

You can't even respond, just focus on the intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Pulling away, Choso takes a step back; steading yourself on Nanami, using his chest as leverage, you pull back. Back meeting Toji's solid chest, his hand wrapping around the side of your neck while he brings your head to his – cheek to cheek, lips pressed against your ear.

"Would kill to have you cum raw on my cock alone," he mumbles. And you know the reason for the quiet whisper. You can feel Nanami's hands move to your hips, steadying them as he thrusts in time with Toji. Together they create a perfect tempo, pushing you closer.

"Ah, ah–" you moan out as their combined rhythm sends pleasure through you, building up the intensity until it takes over every inch of your body. Until your walls shudder around them, body tensing before you let loose.

Nanami doesn't stay behind; his hands slide up your waist to grip your ribs. He feels you tense around him, and the sound of your name slipping past his gritted teeth echoes in the room as he drops his forehead to your collarbones. With one final thrust, he spills inside the condom with a groan. You can feel the tension in his shoulders relax; as if a weight has been lifted from them.

Still in haze – eyes closed – you let out a small sigh, feeling the last of Nanami's warmth seep out of your body before the scene shifts.

Satoru has you pinned against the wall, Toji standing behind. His hands grip your hips, pushing his hard, slick cock inside your loose asshole while Satoru moves in front of you, taking your face in his hands – his hands move down from your chin to your jaw, then to the side, to the sensitive skin along the bottom of your ear and your collarbone. The strong wide thumb of his right hand presses against the corner of your mouth, gently.

So you open up. Legs supported under Toji's wise grip, you offer yourself to the two. You can feel Toji behind you, his breath hot on your neck as he thrusts back and forth. Teeth marking your nape, electrifying your sensitive body – still high from another climax mere seconds ago, yet neither of the two stopped –

Satoru's lips move to your wet cheek before he inches closer again, lips ghosting yours until the tip of his tongue finds its way inside your mouth – warm and wet – a silent command for you to reciprocate, and you do. You let yourself get lost in his kiss while Toji's hips crash against yours, pushing you both forward.

The sensation is overwhelming – a mixture of pleasure and pain as both men push against each other, letting out groans of pleasure and grunts of delight that blur the line between lustful and loving. Primal and affectionate.

"Fuck–kitten," Toji grumbles, chest vibrating against your back, "gonna cum."

And even with the condom on, you feel it. Feel the sudden rush of warmth as Toji's cock pulsates inside you. His name sounds like a prayer on your tongue when he stills, flexing his arms and spreading you wider for Satoru's harsh thrusts to reach deeper. Pelvis massaging your swollen nub each time he buries himself balls deep inside your cunt – raw, unrestrained, without a barrier. Unlike the rest.

All while Toji relishes in the squeeze of your ass, the snug fit whenever Satoru hits that deepest spot inside you and bullies his cock in your walls (even if he hates to admit it).

The sensation sends your body into a new frenzy and you can feel the tension building up. Again. Watching Satoru's eyes close, the crease between his brows deepen. Hips stuttering, his hand cradles your cheek as he lets go. Your arms sneak around his shoulders, face nestled in the sharp contour of his neck.

(With all the sensations buzzing inside your body, in each nerve, you don't notice Toji leaving silently.)

A strong arm sneaks behind your back, the other placed on the back of your neck. Hips pushing into your softness as he grunts appreciatively; you feel the slickness flood your walls, paint it pearlescent white. He holds you close, whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Heat rolling over your body. His voice like honey and the sound of it alone is enough to bring you back to earth.

Until it all ends in a beautiful mess. A gluttony of pleasure, skin slick and breathless.

And somehow, you want more.

"Think we can do round two."

[verlaineszz]

"ALL I WANNA DO IS GET HIGH BY THE BEACH!"

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚— HUMAN FYODOR X SIREN FEM READER

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩SUMMARY: A man with a haunting past and a dead lover has already lost hope in all of humanity. He originally wanted to save humanity, not until the only person he loved the most perished because of it. Avenging of what he can, he does heinous crimes and carry a hatred towards humanity due to the loss of his lover.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ — ANGST + HORROR + ROMANCE + PSYCHOLOGY

A/N: Im gonna make this fanfic quite short since I've been busy and drained.. Please enjoy the read<3!

( ၴႅၴ+WARNINGS! : DRUG USAGE, MURDER, DEATH (+ nickname usage, - Lyubov' (love) & Ангел (angel)

Being somebody who is considered 'immortal' wasn't easy, you see the people you love die easily.

Originally, fyodor wanted to save humanity, he believed that everyone needed saving except the people who abused the abilities that was bestowed onto them by the heavens.

He only loved ONE person, a woman who has gained his interest and his affection. The love he had was unconditional and affectionate, a raging storm that was shined upon with the everlasting moonlight. And that was all YOU.

But one day, you needed to visit a certain island due to your studies, being the lover fyodor was, he was quite skeptical and paranoid that something may happen to you, but he didn't wanna cut off your freedom as he does love you dearly.. So he let you off.

With a kiss on the hand and a cheek, you leave the house with a suitcase, on your way to the ship that you were going on, it was a ship controlled by a wealthy and powerful dictator, who the DOSTOEVSKY wasn't fond of.

The ship set sailed in ease..

A few days later, fyodor received a message that the ship went missing. Including you. And the only person who survived it was no other than the dictator himself.

Fyodor clutched his fists as he read through the letter, it wasn't often he was enranged like this, but the melancholic feeling of his lover missing consumed him, how could he let this happen? He should've never let you on in the ship.

Eventually thats when he becamd a ruthless man, he was already making ability users perish but the only thing he admired and adored the most has been taken away from him, he had a plan. A plan to kill the dictator.

He was used to hiding, but he didn't want to anymore. He'd do anything to avenge your death. Your body wasn't even found.

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Years passed by, population went down due to his sprees, this void in him was eating him alive.

Every neck he slashed and every shot he has taken was all for you.

He walked through the jagged rocks of the beach, trying to get away from his past. He wanted to forget about it, but he didn't wanna forget you. He walked groggily, he recently took some Lysergic acid diethylamide, he wanted to lay off of life for a second and forget his surroundings. He wasn't normally this disheveled and unhinged, but your death really took a toll on him.

The wind howled through the decaying coastal town, carrying with it the scent of salt and the distant, mournful cries of the sea. Fyodors face gaunt and holloweyed, stumbled along the cobblestone streets, the weight of the past dragging at his every step. He had come to this place seeking something anything that could fill the void left by the death of his wife. But in his search for solace, he had found only darkness.

He took another blotter paper with LSD, he walked till the end of the coast line, nobody was around as the numbing feeling of the substance took over his chest, that dulled tha pain he endured. His legs were cut and he was pale and skinny, you were always the one who was taking care of him that he forgot what to eat, drink and how to sleep.

He looked at the moon with half lidded eyes and soft breathing before hearing a familiar voice. The singing was melodic and smooth to hear, a voice that had the same pitch, tone, and key to yours. This can't be real right?

He immediately walks over to the sound, trying to find it. The sky was oddly colorful today. It was a deep blue. He walked over and he hears it getting louder, he breathes heavily. Running towards the sound, he didn't wanna speak yet. He had to find out himself, were you still alive? After all these years?

With unsteady steps, he descended the rocky path to the shore, the waves crashing violently against the rocks. There, in the shallow waters, stood a figure, bathed in the ghostly light of the moon. Her hair tangled and damp, her skin beautiful and glistening with the spray of the sea. But it was her eyes. those familiar, haunting eyes—.. that stopped fyodor in his tracks.

"Lyubov'.." he muttered with wide eyes and disbelief, his sadness washing away from his chest.

His breath caught in his throat. It couldn’t be. Yet, as he looked at her, he was certain that this was his wife, that returned to him from beyond the grave. His heart swelled with a mix of joy and sorrow, his mind reeling with the impossibility of it all.

“fedya.. ” you whispered with a teasing grin, your voice a soft, melodic echo of the song that had called him. breath caught in his throat. It couldn’t be. Yet, as he looked at her, he was certain—this was his wife.. His beloved lover, That returned to him from beyond the grave. His heart swelled with a mix of joy and sorrow, his mind reeling with the impossibility of it all.

“You came back Ангел..!” he choked out, walking toward you with an admiring grin. “I knew you would come back."

The siren, his wife, smiled, a sad, distant expression that seemed almost… wrong.

“I never left, fedya. I've been here all along. Awaiting for your arrival, my dear." you whispered softly in his ear.

He fell to his knees in the icy cold water, reaching out to touch her. His hand trembled as it brushed against your cheek, you leaned into his touch, your skin cold, damp, and scaley..yet familiar.

He grinned gently, wrapping his hands on your waist, admiring your beautiful face. This is what dreams are made of right? Everything felt completely right. His eyes were filled with adoration and solace. The gaping void in his chest was filled once again, he was finally with you. His wife.

"I've done alot of things in the past, im afraid. But i did it all for you." he caressed your skin, but it felt.. Hard and cold. He ignored that, he just wanted to be with you, to touch you, to love you all over again. "I want you to understand, lyubov'. If you come back amd see the way things are now, don't be afraid."

His eyes were locked onto yours, tucking a piece of your hair behind your finned ears. He looked down, seeing your scaley tail. He didn't care of you weren't human anymore.

You lean onto him, "I'm back now.. Come with me instead, into the depths of the ocean." he nods, his gaze locked onto yours, "let go, and be with me.. Forever. In the sea. We'll love again,"— he nodded, his thumb caressing your cheek as he held your waist securely. "we'll laugh again, and we'll be together. Forever."

His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had yearned for this moment, to be reunited with you, to finally find peace and have you in his arms. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, cold and salty like the sea.. But how beautiful you were..

But as he kissed you, he felt nothing but bones. He felt something hard, it wasn't the soft lips that he would kiss every night.

No.

It wasn't.

The substances effect slowly faded away, he looked back at you.. his eyes wide with horror. The figure before him was no longer his wife, no longer the ethereal beauty who had called to him from the sea. She was something else!- something twisted and grotesque. Your bones were pale, bloated, mottled with decay, and your eyes.. those eyes.. were empty, hollow sockets.

This was not a reincarnation of you as a siren. It was your remains. Your rotting missing cadaver that had washed up on shore. Your boned were waterlogged and broken, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The crashing waves of the oceans was evident that it crushed your body. The waves and smell of the sea surrounded him as he held your decaying bones.

He looked at your ring finger. It still had the ring he proposed to you with, a patch of grey rotting skin was under the ring. Your skin, that he worshipped and adored the most. His breath was jagged and he held your hand, a single tear dropping down his eye.

The corpse stared back at him with empty eyes, her mouth twisted into a mockery of the smile he loved. He looks down and he held your decaying body close, leaning his head onto your shoulder.

"I.. I will then. If you want it, I'll do it."

It was all a hallucination. But he didn't want to believe that. He believed it was still you. He carried your rotting bones in bridal style, like he did during your wedding day.

He took another dose of his substances and he walked deeper into the ocean.

Deeper.

And deeper..

And deeper.

A/N: the color of the theme is blue and white, completely different from my theme which is red and black..but i wanted to change it up abit. Thanks for reading. This actually made me sad abit..

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[madwomansapologist]

making every second count | shadowheart

Meet Kind!Druid!Tav | More Daughter of Darkness | AO3

synopsis: A lifetime with you. That's something Shadowheart never thought she would get. That's something she would have never allowed herself to enjoy. At least, not before you. Everyday you show her that this is her happy ending, and everynight she reminds you it's yours too.

warnings: valentine's day special of the year! female!reader. fluff. mentions of shar (you're cancelled Mrs. Loss, please die). implied smut. gift giving. our emo girl experiencing pure love. religion is difficult, right folks?

Shadowheart pretended for so long not to have desires and needs. To feel hunger was a sin, and to assume it was shameful. Even when what she wanted was right in front of her face, at the reach of her touch, Shadowheart convinced herself to turn away. Embrace loss, she advices others. It was the only thing she knew.

Tempted by your sweetness, Shadowheart showed you her heart. She allowed you to hold it, only to act as if nothing had happened. In another live, Shadowheart told you after she asked you to be hers, we wouldn't have taken so long.

At least, a half-elf can live long enough to make up for all those wasted moments.

With the moonlight shining on your bare skin, Shadowheart caressed your face. You melted against her touch, the unregulated breathing reaching her palm. So peaceful. As if nothing bad had ever happened to you. As if your shoulders didn't know the weight of the world.

Shadowheart kissed your eyelids, a giggle escaping between your lips. She kissed you, and you tasted yourself on her tongue. "You told me we wouldn't celebrate," you whispered. There was no need to, but you did it anyway.

You woke up to her kisses, but only now noticed the wrapped box on the bedside table. Shadowheart kissed your nose, and you held her chin lightly. "I've wanted to surprise you, lover," she too whispered. So debonaire.

Shadowheart sat, pulling you with her. You took the wrapped box and worked on the red knot. "Yours is on the second drawer," you smirked.

She rolled her eyes, but never moved to see what you got her.

Holding the silver tiara, flowers adorning the edges and carved moons in the center, you understood what it was. A union of your essence and hers. "I loved it."

Before, she would never do such a emotional act. Shadowheart regrets nothing of her past. She won't let it haunt her, not more than it already does. But she's not that person anymore, and hopes never to be again.

"I love you," you said. And she believed. Shadowheart has faith on you. Not on any goddess that never answered when it was needed. Not on someone she was told to trust. But you, the only one who ever truly cared for her. "Can you put it on me?"

With the moon watching over her, Shadowheart crowned you her maiden. Illuminated by moonlight, you worshiped the only light that mattered to you.

Happiness. Finally.

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[the-guardian-kitsune]

WELP-

i'm calling, they're answering: shenhe, gepard, luka, cyno, dehya, alhaitham, wriothesley, nanook, lucifer, satan, solomon, jingliu, clorinde, candace, yaoshi, sara, zhongli

they're calling, i'm answering: aether, kazuha, thoma, yanfei, ningguang, wanderer, neuvillette, caelus, dan heng, beelzebub, hanya

hi friends ₍^. ̫.^₎ which of ur favs r "you came" "you called" coded? hehe

[transmascaraa]

HEAR ME OUT something based on NIGHT DANCER (by either Will Stetson or Raon (raon version reminds me of scara for some reason???)

multiple characters headcannons!

night dancer.

characters: lyney, wanderer, xiao x gn!reader

author's note: FINALLY decided to do this one lmfao i hope you like it😭 also yeah to everyone else since it's based off of a song ig if you don't know it i suggest listening to it cuz i personally really like it :)) ENJOYYYY (the scenario is basically dancing at midnight with your lover in the living room with nobody else there while this song is playing in the bg)

♡ Lyney

-first of all, he would be really excited if you were the one who suggested the idea

-because usually he'd be the one asking something like that

-but enough of that, he's dancing with you.

-a tint of red blush on his cheeks that you can't really see in the dark, especially when his face gets close to yours.

-you— only focusing on his lips, through which soft small breaths and compliments came out of every now and then.

-here and there he would tell you he loves you, that you're his one and only, that he'd never ever leave you because you're his everything.

-the night and the whole moment is calming and peaceful, nobody is interrupting you.

-you've never seen him so calm and happy genuinely, while he was awake.

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✿ Wanderer

-very hesitant at first.

-he thinks it dumb and that he won't do it at all.

-but after enough convincing, you have him slowly dancing with you in the dark.

-the only light was coming from the moon outside, shining beautifully over hus features, making him look magical.

-despite his hesitancy a while ago, he doesn't talk.

-it's clear he likes it and enjoys it, especially when closer to you, but he doesn't want to show it.

-he doesn't want to be vulnerable in your eyes.

-so please, take him by the hands and dance together with him, compliment him, smile at him.

-kiss him softly.

-he won't admit anything, but he liked it— no, loved it when you kissed the back of his hand at the end of the song.

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⑅ Xiao

-xiao being xiao, he thinks it's dumb as well

-like he doesn't understand why mortals think that would be fun

-you're literally randomly moving your body around, anyone can do that anywhere

-but he agrees after you tell him that you'd teach him how to properly dance.

-so, when the moonlight seeps through the dark curtains in the room, shining over his gold eyes, you take him by his hands and lead the dance.

-confusing at first for him, but he gets the idea of how it should go soon enough.

-that's when you let go off of his hands and let him dance with you on his own, without needing your help, you're quite amazed.

-as you dance along him, he finally understands what you meant by this being "calming" and "fun".

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HXHEBFBSB I LOVE IT IDK

i love how i explained everything

damn had a tiny bit of writer's block for like 2 days but i kinda motivated(forced) myself to write this and it worked🤩🤩 I DON'T REGRET IT

| @keeyisbored | @mariaace <3

[togenabi]

by the window under the moonlight

inumaki toge x fem!reader ♡ royalty au

♡—when sent to look for your brother, you find a handsome stranger instead.

word count♡— 1.9k words

genre♡— fluff, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— strangers to potential lovers, mutual pining, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, love at first sight ish, very fluff, mc pins toge to the wall, toge writes a love letter, toge uses sign language bc I refuse to write shake or salmon in a royalty au, lets just say that mc is called princess bc their empire > the other kingdoms

author's note♡— i desperately needed toge fluff, so i was motivated to write this! might be a bit wonky bc it's been a while since i wrote a fic, but i'm still happy with how it turned out ^^ enjoy!

You don't know why you believed Satoru when he promised he would sit still at tonight's ball. Maybe it was because you were genuinely looking forward to it. Maybe you wanted to believe that you would have fun with your friends without having to worry about the troublesome crown prince.

But... he was your brother, and as it always was in times like these, you're sent away to find him.

Because he does listen to you.

...

To an extent.

...

When he feels like it.

Running your hands through your hair, you turn towards yet another empty corridor.

“Just where is that annoying—” Your grumbling is interrupted when you spot a head of white hair flit by the corner of your eye.

‘Aha!’ You rush immediately to follow the figure.

It quickly becomes clear that he's very good at dodging you and leading you in circles. However, you know this castle better than anyone, and you trap him into a corner soon enough.

“I'm surprised you fell for that. You aren't usually this easy to... catch...”

A beautiful stained glass window is fixed at the end of the corridor you led him to. The moonlight shines through it and paints the stranger in breathtaking colors.

‘Who is he?’, you wonder. You don't think you've ever seen someone so handsome... Despite an extended collar covering half of his face.

He meets your eyes and frowns. Though you only stand in front of him in confusion.

“You're not... Satoru.” You start slowly, trying to grasp the situation. “Why did you run from me?”

You hear several scuffling feet in the distance, and suddenly you're alarmed.

‘Shit, is this an ambush?’

The stranger seems to be distracted by the noise as well. Taking the opportunity, you sprint and tackle him, pinning him to the wall. This hallway is secluded enough that you're confident whoever's following you won't be able to find you if you keep quiet.

He looks like he's about to say something, but you don't let him.

“Shush!” You say. He looks bewildered.

A moment passes, and you realize that the noise was only from the knights rushing to look for Satoru as well.

You find yourself staying still despite having nothing to hide from the knights. ‘Why do I feel like I've done something wrong?!’

You take the time to analyze the man in front of you while waiting for the knights to depart. Though you can feel his strong build, he doesn't resist you. Perhaps he isn't particularly dangerous, or maybe he doesn't see you as enough of a threat to put up a fight.

The latter irks you more than you thought it would.

The noises fade, and you're about to loosen your grip on the stranger when you hear more sounds. This time, it's the boisterous laughter of those annoying, pompous delegates.

Annoyance paints your face just thinking about the ridiculous rumors they spread. If only they'd properly do their jobs instead of gossiping and pestering you to get married. Imagine if they saw you now, pinning this man to the wall. Why, they would probably chatter about it for years and—

You suddenly realize how... delicate your current situation is.

You panic, and the stranger tilts his head as if asking you, ‘What?’

“Shhhhh!!!” Before you could help it, you shush the man with urgency, using your hands to cover his mouth. You couldn't even begin to comprehend the international scandal that would unfold should you be discovered in this very compromising position—with a noble you've never met, no less!

“Did you hear that the crown prince disappeared again?” One of the delegates cackled.

“Oh my, again? Then was the princess sent to fetch him?”

“It seems so! But I hear she has been gone for some time as well! Ho ho!”

“Perhaps she has gotten tired playing her brother's keeper. I can't believe the future of the empire lies on the shoulders of someone so happy-go-lucky. Tsk.”

The voices fade. Holding your breath, you crane your neck every which way to see if the delegates have truly left. You finally spare the stranger a glance once you're met with a noiseless hallway. You sigh deeply.

‘This man would probably be angry’, you think to yourself...

You expected him to be mad, or to throw a tantrum. You waited for him to shove you off despite you being a princess—to demand an explanation and god forbid, compensation for the stress they endured this entire ordeal. That's how most, if not all, nobles were these days. Entitled beyond repair.

But to your surprise, you find him smiling. The corners of his eyes pinch as if he finds the situation very amusing. His shoulders shake due to laughter, and that's when you notice the color of his coat—a deep bluish purple... The color reminds you of the Inumaki clan, of the flag on the carriage you saw arriving this morning.

...

Ah. You let go of him.

His eyes glow with mischief as he watches you take in his appearance. The coat. The color of his hair. The purple eyes...

...The markings he reveals after he pulls down his collar.

You've played yourself a fool.

You back away from him immediately, clearing your throat and smoothing your hands over your skirt. “I deeply apologize, prince Toge.” You bow deeply.

Toge bows to you as well. Afterwards, he begins to sign a response. ‘You have a strong grip, princess.’

Your cheeks grow warm. Of course he decides to make fun of you. But then again, it was very rude of you to have literally cornered and restrained him.

“Again, I'm sorry.” You take a deep breath. “As you may have heard, I was looking for my brother. I only followed you because I thought you were him.”

His eyes glint wickedly. ‘And the pinning?’

“I-I was flustered.” You still are, but you curtsy to him and look to the floor to hide your expression. “Please excuse me. I must go.”

Toge watches you leave, and a smile blooms on his face when he sees your ears turning red.

He looks back to the stunning window at the end of the hall, and engraves into his memory how beautiful you had looked under the iridescent moonlight.

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After trying (and failing) to find your dearest brother, you decide to return to the ballroom. You spot your trio of best friends conversing near the buffet table. Prince Megumi catches your sight first, and walks briskly to meet you.

“Where have you been?” He asks, and you think this is the most frazzled you've seen of the dark haired prince.

“I was looking for my brother, where else?” Your thoughts wander to prince Toge, and you subconsciously look around to see if he has returned as well. Your eyes find prince Yuji and princess Nobara approaching.

“When we thought you were taking too long, we left to find you.” Nobara explains. “But we ended up finding your brother instead.” She gestures to the end of the ballroom, where Satoru is sprawled on his seat next to the emperor's.

“Serves him right to look so bored. He's so much more trouble than he's worth.” You tsk.

Yuji catches your attention. “But I don't understand what took you so long, princess. You usually find him quickly, did something happen?”

Once again, your mind is brought back to Toge, and how he looked when you first saw him.

You must have taken a beat longer to reply. The three of them suddenly lean closer to try and read your expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Don't you dare try to keep whatever this is a secret from us!”

“So something did happen!”

They bombard you with questions, and you're suddenly overwhelmed. “I'll explain if you all let me, now will you?”

You pull them towards the wall, where there are less people, before explaining what happened.

...

You immediately regret doing so.

Your friends fail to compose themselves as they laugh. You're baffled as even Megumi laughs at you. He tries to cover his mouth, but it's too late. You glare at all of them.

“I can't believe you told prince Toge, of all people, to shush!” Nobara wipes her eyes with a handkerchief.

Yuji is still keeled over as he nods. “I would have paid to see that!”

“Now I understand what Maki and Panda were laughing about earlier, and why they kept looking over at us.” Megumi smirks at you teasingly.

“No!” You gasp. “They didn't!”

“Oh yes they did!” Yuji counters. “It all makes sense now!”

The trio seems to have regained their composure, but you're still a bit miffed. You refuse their offer to dance with you.

“I don't want to dance with any of you right now.”

“Oh shush, princess!” Nobara says, and they're caught in a fit of laughter once again.

But then their eyes shift to something behind you, and their next words get stuck in their throat.

You hear footsteps before you look over your shoulder. Prince Toge advances towards you.

He bows in a graceful motion, just as he did before. ‘I greet the princess of the empire. May I have this dance?’ He asks before holding out his hand.

You expected to be too embarrassed to dance with him well. But you're learning that your expectations are often wrong tonight.

Words fail to describe how wonderful it was to dance with him.

For someone who held him against a wall, the prince looks at you fondly. More fondly than you expected, and more fondly than anyone else has ever regarded you. His movements are confident and smooth as he leads you along to the music.

You want to apologize again, and possibly say that you're enjoying your time with him; but you have the strangest feeling that he already knows.

And thus, you stay silent, and let yourself be swept off your feet. The gentle melody plays on and contrasts with the erratic beating of your heart.

When the dance ends, he leans down to bring his face closer to yours. He takes your hands and brings your fingers up to cover his lips—reminiscent of how you had done earlier when you were hiding. You blush as he kisses your fingers while holding your hands firmly.

You find yourself unable to think of anything else even when the ball draws to a close.

You're unable to properly greet him goodbye, but you meet his eye when he looks over before entering his carriage. He nods, and smiles sweetly at you, the kind that reaches his eyes.

Your attention snaps away from him when Nobara demands you make her your maid of honor at your wedding, and you're left flustered once again.

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A letter from him arrived the next day.

Dearest princess,

I realize I left you last night without apologizing to you. Please accept my apology now, though it may be late. You said you were flustered, and that was what led you to your actions last night. I'm afraid it was the same for me.

I don't know why I ran from you, or why I didn't bother to turn around sooner to confirm the identity of my pursuer. But now I'm certainly glad I didn't, for it has left me with memories I will surely cherish.

I will be frank. I am unable to stop my thoughts of you, and would like to get to know you more. Allow me to be the one to pursue you, this time.

In a few weeks, during the crown prince's birthday banquet, please let me steal you away for a while. I hope to meet you there again, by the window under the moonlight. I look forward to your reply.

Thinking of you,

- Toge

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[PART 2]

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[the-guardian-kitsune]

wrio and me? wrio and me! ♡

happy monday! i come bearing a picrew—i hope everyone has a wonderful week <3

[rainroses45]

My Moonlight

(Neteyam x fem. reader)

☾description: You wander off into the forest and Neteyam is out looking for you….this takes place 10 years later

☾a/n: I promised fluff so here it comes

☾song inspiration: Neytiri’s song cord and melting

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

You twirled through the forest as a gentle hum played in your mind. Your hands scattered through the different plants feeling their unique textures. The simple breeze of fresh air flowed through your messy hair. A smile spread across your face as you stopped your movement and stared off into the distance. The beautiful sun began to settle down for bed, but still giving you an hour or two to rejoice in its natural glow.

“Ngati oel munge soaiane.” You sang gently as you sat slowly onto the ground, needing a little rest from the climbing and walking. Your baby bump caused you to struggle a bit, but you still managed to get comfortable. The beautiful flowers blossomed around you, heavenly disposing their scent onto your smooth skin. The forest stayed quiet as you sang it a song.

“Lie si oe atanur,” your voice carried through the forest surrounding you. The moss underneath you was so soft and laced in bright green. A soft small kick was felt on your stomach. You smiled down rubbing one hand on your bump.

“Pähem parul, tì'ongokx ahuta.” The flowers swayed towards the melody as the wind grew quiet. Your necklace rattled gently with the wisps of the breeze. The feeling of freedom and glee made you glow in the evening dew.

“Lawnol a mì te'lan,” your soft voice sang as the sun slowly began to leave you for the night. It was the moon’s time to shine.

“Lawnol a mì te'lan,” you sang the lyric once more, wood spirits flowed towards your direction like graceful dancers.

“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri tìreyä,” the world around you began to glow in vibrant colors. It’s soothing pigments lured you into a sleepy trance.

“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe,” you were so tired and liberated from the world around you. The need to close your eyes grew stronger and stronger every passing second.

“Srrìri tìreyä, ma Eywa, ma Eywa.” You let out a yawn as you finished the song, nestling up next to a tree you allowed yourself to drift into dreamland.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

“There you are my love,” a familiar voice said as you opened your eyes to greet the special intruder. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder softly waking you back up.

“Neteyam, you nearly scared me to death,” you weakly laughed as you turn yourself to lay on your back. A yawn escaped from you as you rubbed your eyes open.

“I could say the same thing,” he commented back “I told you to not travel too far, with you being almost ready to deliver, I do not need you to be far away in pain.” His expression lightened up after seeing you and the baby were more than alright.

“I know, but I just wanted to adventure out for a bit.” You explained lifting yourself up with the help of your husband into a sitting position. “I’m just tired of being cooped up all day staring at the same wall.”

“I understand my love, but tell me when you are going to wander off so I may accompany you or send one of my siblings too.” He pushed back a strand of your hair behind your ear, admiring your beautiful features.

“I don’t need a baby sitter Neteyam.” You stated in an annoyed tone. “I am perfectly fine by myself.” You looked away from your mate, wanting to enjoy the beautiful night sky before you were sent back to your prison.

“And I didn’t say you weren’t capable sweetheart, I know fully well who I chose to spend the rest of my life with. You are a strong warrior Y/n, but-“

“There is no but, I just want to be able to have some privacy.” You responded back with tears in your eyes. The moon light shines across the sorrowful liquid.

“I understand that Y/n. I just don’t want to be told that my lover is in labor alone with no one to help her.” He argued back grabbing your hand in his, intwining your fingers in a tight hold.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized looking down at your baby bump, grabbing Neteyam’s free hand and placing it on your stomach allowing him to feel his baby’s kicks.

He looked back at you with gleaming eyes and a soft smile. You had the sweetest soul he has ever seen, he thought as he cradled your right cheek carefully. Gently bringing your faces together, your lips touched in a passionate delicate kiss. He held your face as you melted in the feeling of love.

The kiss was soft, he held you like a fragile flower who’s petals only began to bloom. Neteyam loved to lavish you with his love. You are his sweet caring mate who deserves nothing less than the world after all. He was so proud of you, so very proud of you for carrying his child.

He did everything for you, feeding every one of your cravings no matter how weird they were, massaging your sore feet as you cried out in pain over the cramps. His protectiveness over you increased once he figured out you were gifted with the blessing of having life. Oh how he loved you, you were his moonlight who paired so well with his stars.

A blush blemished your face as you parted away from the kiss. Your hands still intwined with one another.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” you whispered softly as you shifted yourself into his arms, trying to drift back into your wonderful nap.

“I love you to Y/n.”

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a/n: if i was only this motivated to finish essays this fast…welp

[the-guardian-kitsune]

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[coeurcanelle]

☆Baby,the stars shine bright☆ pt5

pt1,pt2,pt3,pt4,pt6

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

wlw,extra fluff in this chapter

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The sun was setting as Ellie was driving you to her house.

Beforehand, you had time to stop by a shop. Every time you got money, you couldn’t help but use it right away, so you and Ellie bought bracelets.

They weren’t just any kind of bracelets.

You and Ellie bought bracelets shaped like the moon on the day of your birthday.

It turned out your moons completed each other when you put your wrists next to each other!

Ellie's lips turned into a loving smile, as bright as the moonlight. "I really wonder what this means," Ellie said, playing dumb. She wondered if you thought about the same thing.

You quickly bought the bracelets. "You watch too many movies," you replied, leaving things ambiguous even though you did think it was a sign.

Ellie's waning crescent moon and your waning gibbous moon formed one full moon.

Maybe it was the fact that you and Ellie were so different that made you and her get along.

"I knew you'd say that." The poor girl wished you fell for her as fast as she fell for you.

Ellie was driving less fast and less dangerously since you were already hurt.

You told her you were fine, but she didn't believe you. She wanted to get your face cleaned up since your forehead was bleeding a bit after falling on the ground.

You wrapped your arms around her waist like she showed you before and laid your head on her shoulder. The woody and earthy scent with a subtle sweetness didn't leave her body. At first, you didn't bother being close to her, but now, you started to like this.

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The road to her home was long.

Ellie felt excited to bring you over to her house. She didn't want to leave you like last time. She usually hated 'goodbyes,' but with you, she started to despise them. Spending more time with you made her happy, and she thought it wasn't too soon to introduce you to Joel.

It had been a while since she last had someone over. She never dared to invite any of her gang members, even though they were her friends. If they ever turned their backs on her and did something to Joel, she would never forgive herself.

However, you earned Ellie's respect since the day you got your revenge on the thief.

You never dared to unfairly blame her for anything, and that was enough for you to gain her trust.

Remarkable and so beautiful, you were also starting to gain her love.

It felt as if the sun was following you as Ellie drove into a small village, lost in the middle of nowhere, isolated from the big buildings.

Ellie was focused on the road, trying to ignore her heart speeding up when she noticed your bodies touching.

She was already planning excuses in her head for you to sleep over.

You took this opportunity to slip the money you wanted to give her into her pocket.

"Do you often go to the casino?" you asked as the road grew bumpier, interrupting the silence.

"Like 2 or 3 times a month, depending on how much money I need."

You nodded as both of you entered the woods. It was a good thing that she wasn't gambling every day like your dad. She was intelligent and knew her limits.

"How much did you need today?"

"Not so much, I got enough to travel around the country to find someone," Ellie explained. She further mentioned that she had to meet Himeko, an old woman who was the founder of the gang she joined.

You were surprised to hear this name again because your mother had the same name.

If it wasn't for her, Ellie wouldn't be in her gang, which was like a shelter in a hostile place, a second home to her.

She owed it all to Himeko, as well as Dina: being able to fight, making justice right, and making good friends and memories along the way.

It was only when she'd go out driving with her gang members that she'd feel free and forget about everything. "Nobody ever found her, but rumors say she's still alive. I have to find a designer or something to sew my gang's name on the jacket's sleeve and then give it to her."

Ellie parked her motorcycle in front of a lovely wooden house in the middle of the woods.

Both of you arrived at your destination; this time you didn't feel nauseous.

"How do you even know if those rumors are true?" you asked as you got off her motorcycle. Though you had already given her part of what she needed for her trip, you felt like offering more. You wanted to offer her more.

Ellie took back her keys and glanced at you as a smirk formed on her lips. "I guess I'll find out." She didn't care if Himeko was dead or alive, but if the rumors were true, Ellie wanted to be the first person to find Himeko.

She then motioned for you to follow her. "Do you underestimate me or something?"

You walked beside her and climbed the two stairs leading to the porch. "Would you rather I overestimate you?"

"Still better than being underestimated," Ellie smirked at you before knocking on the wooden door. No matter what you say,ellie always had an answer for everything.

The door opened with a creaky sound, revealing a 5'10" man in his forties. He had black hair and hazel eyes and was wearing a simple green button-up shirt and blue denim jeans.

Joel didn't expect to see Ellie bring a girl home. He squinted his eyes at her curiously before telling both of you to come in.

You couldn't tell what the house's usual smell was like since the pizza's aroma was perfuming the whole place. Your stomach growled, and you made sure to keep your mouth shut to avoid drooling.

Ellie introduced you to Joel, who reached out his hand. You shook hands with him and smiled as he said it was nice to meet you.

"You're the one who sells clothes to her? She told me about you. How's your little business going?"

You recognized the same deep voice talking to Ellie on her phone. Joel looked at you curiously; he's always wondered where his money went when he'd give it to Ellie, especially since she spends most of her days outside.

"Ellie’s my only customer, but she's loyal, so it's doing good," you carefully chose your words, remembering you’re known for doing something you're not supposed to. But the fact that Ellie talked about you to a family member warmed your heart; it felt nice to be appreciated by her. "She does think my clothes are underpriced."

Joel glanced at Ellie and sighed like a tired father. It wasn't the first time he had talked about it with Ellie. "I know, she's really bad with the concept of money. I guess she wants to be nice." The way he scratched the back of his neck reminded you of how Ellie would act when nervous. The way they were so similar was so cute!

"Yeah, she got so upset I thought she was going to—" you were about to complain, but guess who cut you off by covering your mouth with her hand.

"Whoa, let's get you cleaned up before you pass out from blood loss," Ellie exaggerated before she took your hand.

Joel's eyes followed Ellie leading you to the bathroom. He smiled to himself; he definitely would not have let you in if it wasn't for the way Ellie was looking at you. It was enough to make his day, knowing someone was able to make her genuinely smile. He hadn't seen it in forever...

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Your cut on your forehead was barely visible and already starting to heal, but that wasn't an excuse for Ellie not to apply a band-aid after cleaning your wound with some alcohol.

Ellie made you sit on the cold edge of her bathtub. But with Ellie so close to you and her fingers touching your face, your body felt warm.

Ellie turned around to grab the band-aid package and started to open it. "sit still and don't move."

"I'm telling you, there's no need to do all that," you said, looking up at her walking in front of you with the band-aid in hand. She didn't listen to you anyway. It was her chance to take care of you, and she wasn't going to let it slip. "you know, you'd be like the kind of doctor that asks if they can remove unnecessary organs during surgery and then removes a whole kidney."

"you can survive with one," Ellie shrugged her shoulders.

"but there's no such thing as an unnecessary organ."

Ellie saw your point and nodded so you would stop making fun of her so she could start putting on the band-aid.

"alright, now shut up 'cause your forehead moves when you talk. I don't want to mess this up," Ellie ordered. She looked down at you, meeting your eyes—her biggest distraction. "close your eyes."

"I can't see if you're doing it right with my eyes closed," you said, instead of admitting you liked looking at her focused face. You were enjoying this as much as she was.

"I'm not going to draw a dick on your face, chill," Ellie's chuckle made you roll your eyes before you closed them. You made a mental note to sleep with at least one eye open if you stayed over.

Ellie removed the strips and carefully applied the band-aid on your small cut. Her fingers, usually clenched into fists to throw punches, touched your face as if it were made of porcelain.

Her lips curved into a smile when she saw no sign of pain and instead, your lips forming a smile as well. They were a bit chapped, and she wondered how many kisses it would take to make them soft again.

You were making it hard for her to be a lesbian. You were just sitting in front of her, looking pretty so effortlessly, listening to her, and letting her take care of you.

She wanted to punch herself and knock some sense into her for falling for you so easily and so fast. Her heart was so big,with so much room for love but it could hardly handle any rejection.

The only thing she could do was give love.

Give and hope that you would take it.

She didn't want to stop removing her fingers yet. She applied a bit of pressure on the band-aid to help it stick and finally removed them so as not to seem clingy.

You finally opened your eyes and stood up to look in the large mirror in front of you. You thanked Ellie, who smiled at you.

"if you know that much about medicine, I have to ask you something," Ellie said, maintaining eye contact. "are you a surgeon?"

You didn't know what was happening inside her mind, but her flirtiness was back. "obviously,why?" you said, playing along.

Ellie liked that you played along.Even though you were good at talking back when flirting, she hoped to see your demeanor change to a more shy and flustered attitude." She walked closer to you and swiftly took your hand, placing it on her chest while maintaining eye contact, hoping to capture your flustered face. "because I think you stole my heart."

She rolled her eyes when she caught you laughing instead. "I can feel something beating, though."

You were making her weak. "I meant because my heart skips a beat every time I see you," Ellie spoke quickly, struggling to keep her eyes on yours.

She noticed her little mistake and felt embarrassed. You thought it was cute the way she tried to keep flirting despite completely losing her composure.

You tilted your head. "did you practice saying this to me or something?" you asked with a curious tone, but you knew the answer anyway. You smiled at her, making her face feel hot. You counted, and it took three seconds for her whole face to turn red.

Once again, despite her efforts, she struggled to make you lose your composure while you effortlessly made her flustered. "alright, fuck, can I redo it?"

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The pizza was a little cold, so Ellie decided to heat it up in the oven. You were beside her in the kitchen when you were surprised by a little friend.

" 'sup, mars? you're hungry too?" Ellie crouched down to gently pat the white cat's head, who purred in response.

Her fur looked so soft. She was looking at Ellie with her beautiful eyes. Even though you and Ellie had opposite tastes, you could understand why she fell for this cute cat.

Noticing how you were standing still, admiring her beautiful pet, Ellie stopped petting her and removed her hand. "you can pet her," she smiled reassuringly before taking your hand again.

You crouched down and patted Mars's head gently. The cat purred, seeming to enjoy it as much as you did.

"careful, she bites a lot," Ellie warned. The look of fear on your face as you quickly removed your hand made her laugh so hard. "man, I was just playing with you. look at her, she's so cute. she wouldn't even hurt a fly, unlike...some people."

"don't be surprised if I stop trusting you," you retorted.

Ellie felt like melting, seeing how adorable the entire reaction was. The sight of someone she loves bonding with her pet made her even more in love.

You played with Mars's face and couldn't stop giggling at the sounds she was making. Ellie grimaced in jealousy

You asked Ellie if you could hold Mars, but got her refusal in response. "you're stealing her from me already?" Ellie smirked. She didn’t expect Mars to love you after just a few pats.

"she looks like she doesn’t mind," you said, continuing to pat her head. You wanted to hold her like a baby.

"well, let's ask her then," Ellie became serious again.

You just met her cat, and you wanted to make Mars yours already? She wasn’t going to let that happen just like she let you steal her heart. She took Mars carefully and walked towards the back of the room before putting her down.

Mars was now sitting four meters away from both you and Ellie, cleaning herself and not paying any attention to either of you.

You laughed as you looked at Ellie. Her plan didn’t seem to work like she wanted since the cat wasn’t even budging. "Look at her doing her toilet after you touched her."

Ellie nudged your arm playfully. "I washed my hands before putting the pizza in the oven, shut up." Ellie turned her attention back to her cat while you kept laughing.

Satisfied and feeling clean, Mars stopped grooming herself. Her eyes lingered on both of you, but sadly, neither of you got to mâle her crawl in your direction since Joel called out Mars to go eat. He poured the kibble in her dish, instantly attracting Mars to him.

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"If there was an eating pizza contest instead of the spicy one..." Ellie said after taking a big bite of her pizza slice.

Both you and Ellie sat across from each other, around the kitchen table, with the smell of the pizza perfuming the entire room.

"oh my god, you're still talking about this?" your tone dripping with exasperation.

"yeah, it was rigged. I don't know what kind of spice they put in, but that stuff got my tongue numb. I couldn't even feel it after eating," Ellie complained to you.

"just admit it's the first time you ate something spicy."

Ellie took another big bite of her pizza before quickly swallowing it.

She stood up and quickly went to the kitchen, returning with two big plates of pizza. Her eyes were burning with competition as she handed you one plate and sat next to you with hers in hand. "I want a rematch."

Now that she thought about it, every single time she wanted to impress you, it always resulted in you impressing her instead. Whether it was eating spicy food or playing pachinko, you'd always win so effortlessly. If you lived back in the 18th century, she would have definitely accused you of being a witch. "first one who finishes their pizza slice wins."

You raised your eyebrow at Ellie. "wins what? I'm not putting my heart and soul into this just for another ride on your motorcycle." The pizza you had looked really tasty, and you wondered if you could eat all of it or if your appetite would give out.

"then you'll get that if you lose," Ellie smirked maliciously. She wasn't playing anymore. Her eyes showed no mercy; she wasn't just looking at you like a friend but like one of her gang's opponents.

After counting down from three, both you and Ellie tried to eat as fast as possible. Ellie gathered all the determination she had since the first time she competed against you. She ate her pizza like there was no tomorrow.

Your eyes lingered on Ellie and then on your pizza slice. The look of determination in her eyes made you want to win too, but something in you wanted to let her seize this chance to impress you.

Three minutes were enough for Ellie to finish her entire pizza. The sight of you still eating made her smile proudly.

She finally achieved something she had been desperately trying to do for days.

It didn't seem impossible to beat you at something anymore; you weren't as invincible as she used to think. However, there was still something she wanted to win from you.

You gave Ellie a disappointed face, but deep down, you couldn't care less that you lost. It was a win-win for you.

In fact ,you dont mind losing to her once again, just to see her happy smile.

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Ellie wasn't that stupid; she could read you like an open book now. You'd effortlessly win against her in most games, but she saw how you purposely let her win.

Though she wished you'd make it harder for her to win, she didn't feel insulted. It was rather the opposite. "how about you just do whatever I want for the rest of the night?" Ellie's tone was suggestive, but you truly didn't have a choice.

Was it too soon for her to make a move?

She tried flirting, but even when you wouldn't exactly flirt back, you'd still get her flustered.

She tried to impress you again but wasn't that satisfied.

The night was still long. There was no sign of boredom or tiredness on your face, which was already a good sign.

"depends on what you have in mind," you said, pushing back your plate, too full to eat any more. You sighed as you leaned back on the couch, giving Ellie time to think about what she wanted.

But Ellie's mind was freezing. There were so many things she wanted to do, to say, to show... her mind could hardly slow down.Taking things slow would surely get her what she wanted fast.

"it wasn't a suggestion," Ellie smirked at your sass, reminding you that she had won against you. "How about you carry me bridal style to my room?"

It was since that moment, when you did anything Ellie asked, that Ellie's delusions were fed. The map was written, and it didn't take long for you to find what she thought she'd perfectly kept secret: her heart.

The way you didn't hesitate to occasionally massage her shoulders when she'd complain about them being sore. Her eyes practically begging for you to take care of her like she did for you earlier. You asking if you were doing it right was enough to drive her crazy. She'd nod and tell you to keep going while pretending to focus on the TV.

Or when you'd paint her nails black carefully, her hand on your thigh as you held one finger, making sure the polish wouldn't get on her skin. Her hand was so cold to the touch, but it had warmed up when you applied another 'coat.' Ellie's heart was filled with so much warmth she swore it could make the whole Atlantic melt.

"you like it?" you asked, interrupting Ellie's thoughts. She realized she'd been looking at you the whole time when you faced her.

She wondered if you liked doing this as much as she did. The way you took care of her so lovingly made her forget she was the one who ordered you to do this in the first place. But even if you were just following her orders, no sign of unhappiness was shown on your face. That was enough to give Ellie hope.

Her nails looked beautifully painted with no polish outside the lines.

"it's not so bad," Ellie said, not wanting to admit she loved it. She put her hands on her thighs, letting her nails dry.

The wind, bringing in coldness as it came through the window, made you look outside, noticing the brilliant full moon above the trees.

With no city lights chasing away the darkness, all the stars in the sky could shine brightly. Ellie knew the perfect spot to spend time looking at them. She'd start to stargaze every time insomnia hit her, staying because she liked how small it made her feel.

After asking if you were tired, her eyes dropped from your face to your shivering body; you easily feared the cold. But you stopped shivering once you felt Ellie's jacket over your shoulders. You wanted to tell her you didn't need it, but her lovely smile shut you up.

With no words exchanged besides glances, Ellie softly took your hand again before leading you out of her room, your fingers interlocked as you walked up the staircase leading to the roof.

After a few minutes of Ellie going back and forth to the house, you were finally settled, both of you sitting on a thin blanket, unbothered by the cold night breeze. Even at the sight of the two bowls of snacks, you didn't get hungry, too focused on the stars and the peace you felt.

It's true that you never truly paid attention to the stars at night because you'd mostly spend that time sleeping, listening to leaves dancing with the wind and the owls continuously hooting. Tonight was different; the beautiful stars did a good job of taking your breath away.

Ellie felt it again, the warmth enveloping her heart, contrasting with the cold breeze. Her eyes noticed your amazed ones gazing up at the stars; you were experiencing the same feeling she'd get when stargazing alone. No words were needed for her to understand that you enjoyed this moment. She smiled to herself, realizing how easy it was to put sparkles in your eyes.

Did you naturally enjoy the same things as her, or was it the fact that you were spending time with her that made you start to like the same things she did?

Either way, it made Ellie fall for you even more, and she hoped that this special moment made you feel the same way. But if her hope turned out to be useless, she would take action and make you fall for her.

You laid down more comfortably while keeping your eyes on the stars. Ellie followed you and scooted next to you. Her eyes were also fixated on the stars, but you could tell she was lost in her thoughts when you looked at her.

After a few minutes of silence, Ellie broke it. "did you know that when you look at the stars, you're actually looking back in time?" She turned her head to face you, the moonlight illuminating your face just right.

"isn't it because of the time it takes for the light to reach us or something?"

Ellie smiled. You were the only person who would let her ramble about the things she was passionate about. "yeah, the light from the closest star takes over four years to reach us, and light from more distant stars can take thousands or even millions of years to get here."

Never in your life would you have thought your knowledge would be expanded by a gangster, but with Ellie, you learned to expect anything from her. Maybe it was also why you were always curious about her.

"I guess time machines have competition," you said, making Ellie laugh shortly. You couldn't deny it: it was pleasing to hear her softly laughing at your jokes, even when you weren't purposely funny. Something about it made you want to hear more.

Ellie looked at you, still lying down next to her. She wanted to tell you something, but every time she opened her mouth, only uncontrollable laughs came out. You smiled, trying to contain your own laugh, but the sight of her struggling to tell her joke was too hilarious. You put your hand on her shoulder to shake her a little. "come on, what's so funny?"

Ellie tried to calm herself down. She inhaled deeply while closing her eyes. "nothing, I was just... thinking about something stupid."

You sat up, still keeping your eyes on hers. You were used to her stupid jokes. "just tell me man," your voice desperate to hear her joke. It was her chance to make you laugh too.

"you're picking up my phrases," Ellie noted. She smiled proudly, still teasing you by not saying what was making her laugh earlier. You pushed her shoulder slightly, inviting her to let it out.

"ok,fine,it's the story of an elephant and a camel..." Ellie tried her best to control her shaky voice, but you already laughing didn't help. "you're not even letting me start"

You covered your mouth and bit your lip not to let out another laugh and listened to her.

Ellie took another breath before continuing, keeping her eyes on you. "so the elephant asks the camel, 'Why do you have boobs on your back?' The camel replies, 'I don't know; at least I don't have a dick on my face.'" Ellie's voice progressively pitched up before she exploded with laughter, making you laugh even harder.

You wondered how she came up with something so out of pocket.

The tears streaming down your face as you held your stomach made her smile in victory. She made sure to capture this moment in her memory and hoped that moments like these would never stop.

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Though Ellie found herself not admiring the stars in the sky as much as usual, she still considered looking at you as "stargazing."

Why would she drift her eyes away from you when you were the most beautiful star she had ever seen? All she needed was your word, and she'd create a whole new universe for you.

Your arms were touching as both of you lay down, neither of you moving away. You finally understood why Ellie liked physical touch. Her forearm stole your attention from the stars for a moment. You had never seen her tattoo until now. Ellie always wore her jacket, but now that it was on your shoulders, it was the first time you saw it.

A large moth alongside some plants adorned her arm. You couldn’t help but trace the plants down with your fingers, feeling Ellie's warm skin. You wondered how she was not shivering in the cold outside when you were literally freezing inside.

She hoped you didn't hear her heart pounding so loudly in her chest.

"it's's ferns," Ellie said, looking at you, then at her own tattoo before lifting her forearm up so you could see it better under the moonlight. She pointed at the plants she was talking about.

"is there a meaning behind this?" Your fingers traced lower, around the moth, unforgivingly making Ellie's heart beat faster. Ellie swore it could explode if you kept touching her so softly.

When you asked the meaning of her tattoo, it brought her back to how her relationship with Joel was before she ran away. Until this day, she wished she could go back in time and change the past to make the present better. It was still hard for her to turn the page, to get to the next chapter.

"not much, just something cheesy. You're going to find it cringe."

like it's new? just tell me; I promise I won't judge." You removed your hand, and Ellie lowered her forearm.

Ellie rolled her eyes at your smirk. "fine, it means being drawn to the light. Like when you're in the darkness and totally hopeless... instead of giving up, you should look for the light... some stupid stuff that makes me think of Joel."

You smiled at her thoughtful words. Your eyes finally left her tattoo to look at her embarrassed face. You realized how much this tattoo meant to her. "that's cute... a little bit cheesy, but I like it."

Feeling your persistent gaze on her, she suddenly found the stars more interesting to look at. Her heart was beating happily, no regrets surfacing from telling you something personal.

You were seriously starting to like her flustered reactions, her pupils dilating in the moonlight making her green eyes ten times more mesmerizing, her nervousness making her cheeks turn red and her breath unsteady.

A part of you hoped you were the only person in the world able to make her feel like this.

"Is there something you're bad at?" Ellie cleared her throat. She sat up, trying to take back control of her body, hoping it would make the effects on her go away.

"why do you want to know?"

"just curious." Ellie's eyes gazed at the stars, then at her thighs, not really knowing where to look but still avoiding looking back at you. "I mean, you play pachinko like a pro. Does your dad secretly own a casino or something?"

"If he did, we wouldn't be kicked out. Also, he used to be in a gang. he couldn't even properly hold a gun, so I can't imagine him owning a casino." The idea of your dad owning a casino or just being the head of some big business was too unbelievable; it'd belong in fictional stories.

"your dad? holding guns? what for?"

And so it was your turn to rant, exchanging roles with Ellie. She was carefully listening while you were focsued on talking, casually oversharing to a girl you met this week like she was your best friend. Your trust issues always made you keep quiet, but something told you that trusting Ellie wasn't a mistake.

Everything was told, from your dad's past job as a gangster to your mom who selfishly cheated on him to you selling clothes to sustain your own primary needs (fulfilling your closet of Lolita clothes). It was normal for Ellie to be on your dad's side. She also grew empathy over your grandma, who also played a role in raising you.

She finally understood the real reasons why you refused to join her gang.

You also revealed your successful lying tactics to get money from your dad, which she disagreed with. It was hilarious how a gangster like her thought your tactics crossed the line.

"that's kinda evil."

"he's not at the age when an emotional shock instantly gives you a heart attack... but I stopped lying anyway," you justified. You considered lying okay, but directly stealing your dad's money was beyond your morals.

Ellie raised her eyebrows at you, the moonlight making her green orbs clearly visible. "trust me, if you keep doing this, you're going to be the reason he'll age as fast as the speed of light." Her sarcastic tone still made you think of your actions.

"also, did you know that if he was, by pure luck, thrown in space and stayed one year there away from you, 7071 years would have passed on Earth?" Ellie added. "It's like the ultimate long-distance relationship." A light chuckle escaped from her as she casually switched the conversation to drop a joke about the theory of relativity, making you wonder how she even had so much knowledge.

You were the only person she liked telling stupid jokes to.

Ellie laughed even more at your confused face. "I'm not making this up; it's true. To be able to make a time machine, it has to go as fast as the speed of light... Einstein said it." Ellie's eyes pierced through yours to make you believe her words.

"nerd."

"got a problem with nerds?" Ellie retorted, faking being offended.

"why'd you take it as an insult?" you clapped back as your eyes met hers.

Ellie turned her eyes from your lips forming a smile to the sky again. "because you said it like it was an insult."

"I have nothing against nerds," you reassured Ellie, stealing a last glance at her before copying her and looking at the sky as well. The dark blue hues coloring the sky enhanced the shining stars beautifully, like Ellie entering your boring life out of nowhere even though you didn't ask. You'd be lying if you said she wasn't making you feel things.

Your heart beating a little bit faster, being unable to retain your smile, and your eyes getting lost in admiration. These were familiar feelings you'd get from buying Lolita clothes, but unfamiliar feelings towards people. You didn't know what words to put on this feeling. Yes, it was love, but it was only platonic, right?

But you certainly knew that you enjoyed whatever was going on between you two a little too much.

If there was a shooting star, you'd wish for this night to be eternal.

"you better," ellie muttered because she was not done ranting to you about space. Not only for this night but hopefully forever,she hoped youll always stick by her side no matter what.

Unfortunately,no matter how much time and effort Ellie would put into learn about the universe, a lot of mysteries remained unfolded. "you still didn't answer my question, though."

You didn't even realize you dodged Ellie's question as you talked. There were many things you were bad at, gave up trying to learn, and never tried before.

After answering her,you caught Ellie smirking mischievously before she put M&M's in her mouth, munching as she went back to her room. You stayed on the roof as she told you to.

Hearing a loud 'bump' followed by a 'shit', you turned your head. Ellie walked back to you, holding a guitar with one hand and soothing her head with the other.

"you know we can just go back—" you looked up at her as she put her guitar down.

"no, it's fine, there's no one else around," Ellie said, sitting down next to you before softly strumming her guitar.

"just us." Ellie smiled at you while tuning her guitar to standard.

You didn’t know why, but you looked away from her eyes as your lips curved into a smile too. Feeling like you would explode if you kept looking at her, instead, your eyes drifted to the moth on her guitar.

The same moth on her tattoo was drawn next to the soundhole. Ellie told you Joel made it for her for her latest birthday. You didn't know much about Joel, but you knew enough to assume he truly cared about Ellie.

Ellie tried to calm herself down; her palms were sweating, and her hands slightly shaking. Even though she wasn’t showing off to a big public, she was still nervous playing in front of you.

"do you want me to play something?" was all Ellie managed to say. She realized she should have been careful with what she asked. "vesides classical music, I'm not into that choir and orchestral stuff as you can see."

"I don't only listen to that," you rolled your eyes at her statement. Classical music was certainly your favorite genre, but with indie and jazz, your music taste was hardly limited to one genre. "do you know Lamp?" You weren't surprised to see her nodding in refusal. It was your turn to make her discover your interest.

After making her listen to 'For Lovers' by the band with your MP3 player, Ellie picked up her guitar and started to learn how to play the song.

Her finding the right chords just from listening to the song over and over again easily impressed you.

You didn't pick any random song; it was one of your favorites, and listening to it felt like opening a love letter from someone you love.

Ellie kept practicing, determined to put more stars in your eyes than there were in the sky.

Your eyes drifted from her beautifully focused face to her calloused hands and fingers fingerpicking the strings. You wondered if you were the only one who ever got to see her like this, playing for you. For the first time in your existence, someone made you feel special.

Not clothes but an actual person.

It was so easy for Ellie to hit the right spots in your heart, whether it was from smiling, telling you stupid jokes, or playing this lovely melody.

To make this moment even more magical, a star stole both of your attention; it was brighter than the other ones as it quickly flew across the sky.

Ellie put her guitar aside, taking time to appreciate the uncommon scenery in her eyes.

It was in this moment that things like grabbing your hand and squeezing it made you melt in love.

There was clearly nothing platonic about this moment, you thought.

Ellie’s eyes didn't leave the star until it was out of sight, still holding your hand.

"did you make a wish?" Ellie whispered as she turned to look at you, feeling all giddy inside.

She wasn't nervous to look into your eyes; she wanted to see every single reaction, she wanted to see if she had an effect on you.

Her eyes bore into yours, trying to read your mind, trying to act as if she wasn't desperate to kiss your lips at this moment.

"as if I'll tell you."

Like treasures locked inside chests, both of you kept what turned out to be the same secret.

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You didn't want the sun to rise too soon, making the stars disappear, outshined by the moon.

You didn't want this night to end too soon.

A storm suddenly struck, and rain poured heavily outside, so you and Ellie got back into her room before your clothes could soak. Ellie suggested you stay overnight, to which you agreed.

With the sound of rain hitting the windows in vain, you changed into Ellie’s clothes for sleeping after she brought you to the bathroom.

You could hear Ellie practicing the song you recommended from her room, and you couldn't help but feel touched.

She was getting better and would soon perform just for you.

You smiled as you finished putting on her black sweatpants, her dialogue replaying in your mind.

"what's wrong, scared you won't look cute in those?" Ellie had teased, holding out her large black tee and black sweatpants, which looked so comfy to sleep in.

"no," you rolled your eyes at her teasing, "I was just wondering if you were okay with me wearing your stuff."

Ellie loved your reaction. She was convinced you’d look cute in her clothes. It wasn’t hard convincing you, but if she was you,she knew she wouldn't be able to pull off your frilly dresses as well as you. Ellie found you so mesmerizing that she was persuaded you'd look good in anything. "as long as you don’t have fleas on you, it’s fine."

Your lips curved into a smile as you looked at yourself in the mirror, but Ellie’s smile was bigger when she saw you walking back to her room.

She was so happy just matching clothes with you.

After Joel shouted for Ellie to stop playing the guitar at 1 a.m., both of you slipped under the warm covers, giggling and talking until you fell asleep.

In just one day, you had already made so many memories, each too precious to forget.

And in just a few days, you bonded with someone you never thought you’d like in your life.

Ellie lay still on her back beside you, looking at the ceiling, trying her best not to seem awkward. With you so close, her heart was flooding with love, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time. S

he didn’t want a single second to go to waste; otherwise, she’d feel miserable. So instead of sleeping, she stayed up with you.

You were lying on your side, admiring her profile while Ellie kept her eyes averted. Suddenly, you thought about the first day you met her and how you had successfully scammed her. Ellie was really smart, and it was surprising she hadn’t seen through your scam. Something told you she might have heard of your father getting caught for selling fake luxury clothes.

"what would you do if I told you the clothes I sold you were fake?" you asked, already anticipating all the ways she could respond. The worst she could do was end your friendship.

Ellie huffed and turned to look at you in the eyes, "I’d probably drag you with me and lock you in my basement, leaving you there until you die of hunger and boredom."

You scanned for any sign of playfulness, but to your surprise, Ellie actually looked serious. Even though both of you became friends afterward, it would still count as a betrayal for lying to her. When Ellie leaned into you with a serious look on her face, you instantly regretted saying this, not even knowing what pushed you to reveal it in the first place.

She tilted her head to the side. "don’t tell me you’re actually being for real?" Her voice was low with a hint of curiosity, slightly threatening you to tell the truth.

You felt her warm breath hitting your face. You tried to keep eye contact, but something drew your attention to her lips.

A small red crumb of M&M's was on the corner of her lips.

Ellie noticed where your eyes were lingering, and her cheeks instantly turned as red as the M&M.

"um, you have something here," you said, pointing at your own lips so she could mirror you and take it off.

The sight of the crumb staying there despite how many times she wiped her lips made you laugh softly.

"don’t change the subject," Ellie said, keeping her eyes on yours as she kept wiping her lips, still missing the crumb.

"it's still there," you sighed at her struggle, wondering if she was doing it on purpose. You reached your hand towards her lips to help her.

Ellie caught your wrist to stop you, her eyes boring into yours, still waiting for you to explain yourself.

You unconsciously licked your lips, and with her strong grip and lingering gaze, you were slightly scared at first, but the smirk forming on her face was enough to make your stomach flip uncontrollably.

Even if she tried to seem serious, it turned you on more than anything.

Your eyes drifted from the crumb to her kissable lips, and your heartbeat quickened as your imagination went wild.

How would it feel to be pinned by her?

How would her lips feel against yours?

You also wondered.

How would Ellie kiss you?

All of those unusual questions occupied your mind without answers, driving you crazy. Ellie was driving you crazy.

As much as you wanted her to pin you down and release the tension, the urge to finally tell her you scammed her and not keep any more secrets made you speak up. "okay, fine, it’s true."

You apologized sincerely, hoping Ellie would forgive your dishonest act. If you were her, you'd definitely feel betrayed and question your friendship, but to your surprise, Ellie’s face curved into a goofy smile before she laughed out loud.

It was a lighthearted laugh.

Her unexpected reaction absolutely flabbergasted you.

She was just playing with you all this time.

Ellie never knew she could seem that scary, and it secretly filled her with pride.

Ellie gently released your grip.

"I knew it," Ellie laughed, still keeping her eyes on you. She knew about you and your father's doings from the beginning.

Though your intuition was right, it didn't stop the feeling of shock from washing over you.

"why’d you buy my clothes then?" your voice was filled with curiosity and incomprehension.

"you know, I was actually surprised you’d let me walk into your house just like that," Ellie's lips formed a smirk, a malicious one. "uou made everything a lot easier for me, and you had no idea what I was planning to do." Ellie looked at you, trying to make you guess by yourself.

It is only now that you realized how naive you were. The more you talked with Ellie, the more stupid you felt.

With the malicious tone in her voice, it was evident Ellie did have bad intentions, stalking your dad to your house.

"just say it. I’m too tired for this."

"don't like guessing games, hm?"

"you wanted to bomb my entire house?"

"what? no, come on, you're a smart girl."

Your mind replayed the first day you met Ellie. She was just another stupid gangster to you, someone who’d get into useless fights and an outlaw who would do anything they wanted just for money. "I guess stealing my clothes so you could resell them to people who’ve never heard of my dad's scandal? I dont think reselling them in Tokyo is a g--"

Ellie shot you a proud smile. "yeah, I know, but it's not the reason why I gave up. With your grandma acting like a literal control tower, I couldn’t try anything."

She still bought the black jacket because she needed it and couldn’t find any other shops that would satisfy her demands.

At this very moment, you’ve never felt so grateful to have your grandma guarding your house. "thank God. I hope you fail miserably again at your next try."

Ellie nodded. "stealing is not fun. I stopped after helping find your bag. I’m sorry."

Her eyes showed pure honesty. You finally admitted lying to her, and Ellie stopped being troublesome.

In the end, everything turned out fine.

"It's okay... can you also say how much of a good influence I am?" You smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"you're into praises?"

"I'm not giving you the answer to that. you're a smart girl."

"you—oh my God, you could have told me earlier, and here I thought I only had to play guitar to make you all shy and flustered." Ellie looked at you with exaggeratedly unbelievable eyes.

You rolled your eyes at her, okay with admitting your lies but not with admitting you have a soft spot for her. "you played horribly."

"don't act like I didn't see you drooling over me." Ellie didn’t miss your adorable gaze on her when she was playing; that's when she knew she already had you wrapped around her finger.

"don't act like I didn't catch you staring at me all night." You also didn’t miss how persistent Ellie’s loving glances were. You were used to getting stares while walking in public, and at first, it would bother you. But you surely knew that you grew fond of having Ellie’s eyes on you, filled with admiration.

It did take a long time for both of you to finally fall asleep. Conversing this much for this long was unusual for you and took a bit of your energy, but it didn't mean you didn't like talking with Ellie.

You fell asleep first, laying on your side as you used your hands as a pillow. Your soft hums and breaths were like a melodic lullaby to Ellie’s ears.

Despite rambling about everything and anything all night, there was still a lot she didn't say.

Like telling you she wished you’d called her that day she hadn’t seen you at all. That even if she was busy, she'd spare some time exclusively for you.

That day passed like a month to her, and she really missed you.

Ellie let herself fall asleep facing you, hopeful to wake up to your adorable face.

She fell into a restless sleep, dreaming about you and all the wholesome things she wished she could have done with you this night.

[socksjinie]

sunshower, 02 | jungkook

synopsis. they say past lives can never go between fated lovers... will that be their case?

✿ for those who read wonder and under the pouring rain, this serves as a distant past of the two.

pairing. jungkook x oc

genre. warrior jk and deity oc + fluff + smut + angst + past lives

word count. 3520

warnings. mention of slaughter, blood, death, and actual fight scene

a/n. another chapter dedicated to a friend who's been with me through sunshine and rain ♡ happy birthday to my amazing guardian! thank you for meaning and doing so much for me~ i love you, cee, through all my lifetimes!

chapters. 01 — 02 — 03

She almost didn’t show up to see the lights. 

After being struck with the unpleasant intensity of feelings she had never experienced that early morning, she felt the urge to stay inside for the night. Something felt oddly out of place. She wasn’t acting like her deity self. Unfortunately and without much choice, she had to countlessly remind herself as she groomed her hair, that she had come to Joseon with a mission. She had no time to unravel the causes of the sudden commotion within herself as she had come to fulfill a promise to a dear friend. 

And so, after being pampered with expensive silk and golden accessories all over her hair to meet expectations, she forced herself to step outside when the sun went down and the people started filling the narrow streets with paper lanterns. 

While she strolled around, it was visible how everyone felt cheerful, hopeful, and blissfully forgetful of the dangers being faced recently with a Kumiho on the loose. The streets, even if for just one night, felt like magic. 

The more she followed the crowd on the pretense of enjoying the festivities like everyone else, the more she felt enchanted by her surroundings. Her ears were blessed with the buzz of laughter, and the songs played by the street entertainers made her forget for brief moments she was actually hunting. The moonshine reached every little corner, eager to bless the event, and the town folks showed gratitude through cheerful chitchatting as they drank the night away.  

She stopped by a stand filled with colorful trinkets, committed to analyzing further the regalia as she caught notice of a large group passing by. The men all wore the colors of the king’s officers, and instinctively her eyes searched for a familiar face walking amongst them.

There was a slight disappointment that grew in the pit of her stomach for Jeon Jungkook not being in their midst. 

Instead, as she glanced further on, she found him standing relaxed on a balcony, escorted by some of his men as he made conversation with scholars. With a certain hesitancy to her movements, she settled for watching from a distance. Underneath the short cloth that hangs from the stall, she watched him make an enthusiastic toast, shining under the moonlight, completely unaware of her eyes on him. Some of his companions lunged by his side, under the effect of the alcohol, spilling the content on the floor and causing a ruckus while he laughed. 

If it was not for the old seller calling for her attention, she would have probably stayed there the whole night. Planted like a tall tree, unable to do anything but watch that particular Officer’s existence. 

With a small apology, she gave back the hairpin she had been holding in hand to its merchant and walked slowly toward the busy street. Her eyes never left his figure. 

Afraid of being uncovered for now being in his direct line of sight, she took refuge in the shadow of a house, right across the street. People passed by, following the sound of the drums that were being played up ahead on the large square, but everything felt like background noise to her. And Jungkook apparently, since his eyes never lowered to the street. She was partially thankful for this, however, as it was the only reason he hadn’t spotted her yet. 

The more she watched him, the more it started to feel hard suppressing the insistent grin that threatened to appear on her features every time the Officer laughed or scrunched his nose as his fellow mates made jokes. Her mind twirled in the process, eager to find the reason why she felt so compelled by his actions. She certainly had never felt such a thing before, let alone something incited by a human being. And perhaps that was why her eyes seemed so stubborn to leave him. 

Clouded by curiosity and enchanted by his mannerisms, she almost didn’t notice how the Madam from earlier that day, Madam Lee as the family she stayed with had informed, had approached him with the excuse of pouring him another drink. The woman that made her way through and unabashedly ignored the other customers was wearing her best silk, she noticed, probably intended for this moment alone and not the festival itself. She proudly displayed a Cheshire cat smile that prickled the deity that watched the scene from a tucked alley. 

Madam Lee was overflowing with happiness, and if she recalled that terrible morning well enough, this was the first time Jungkook attended the festival as the hostess asked him to. 

Her eyebrows furrowed suddenly bothered, as she saw the mistress pull him by his sleeve implying that she would like to tell him something with some discretion. The rest of the scholars seemed distracted enough with their drinks and uproar to even notice. Jungkook eyed her for a few seconds before nodding, as if encouraging Madam Lee to speak, which she did do, but only after tugging on his sleeve once more to bring his ear closer to her mouth. 

If the deity were in her fox form, she would have growled enraged upon seeing the scene. Why the display before her eyes led to such behavior being incited in her, she wouldn’t know. The same thing had happened that morning and although she had spent the evening pondering, she still didn't have an answer. Nor a change in her animalistic behavior.

Thunder started dancing in her irises the moment Madam Lee chuckled shily as she kept whispering close to the Officer’s ear. In a split second, Jungkook’s eyes which had been nonchalantly staring up ahead left the plaza to scan the busy street and to his surprise, were met with the fox’s instead. Their eyes clashed like magnets and an electrifying jolt ran through her body. 

Just then a gust of wind rushed down the street and part of her untied hair floated with it. She saw how the corners of Jungkook’s mouth lifted up as he eyed her, and she couldn’t help how her eyebrows knitted further, furious. Her golden orbs betrayed her as they didn’t leave him, she couldn’t break the connection no matter how she tried, still, she was able to notice the girl beside him waiting for an answer. Jeon Jungkook just forgot to give her one.  

With a thumping heart, she tried to calm herself down to prevent a storm from forming and consequently ruining the event. The light wind was proving hard enough to deal with for the folks who crossed her way, as their gowns danced unstopping around them and hats were lost to the skies amidst laughter. 

Still, their eyes were locked, and Madam Lee started to get confused by the Officer’s sudden reaction as she was left forgotten by his side without his reply.

A shrieking sound is what finally breaks their hypnotic gaze. A scream coming from the plaza. Jungkook briefly averts his eyes with fright, hand coming to his sword attached to his belt. He sees a commotion up ahead, and people running from it. The scholars standing on the balcony next to him grow agitated, much like their betrothed and the servants. He glances toward the alley again but the mysterious woman whose looks seem to intrigue him isn’t there anymore. He leans over the balcony to check if she is tucked just underneath him but finds turmoil instead. Just more people running, scared. Perhaps she ran too, he thinks. 

With a quick command, his men follow him down to the streets. They see themselves opening the way through a sea of people who ran in the opposite direction. 

Approaching the center of the square, they are able to spot what had frightened everyone with such terror. A lifeless body was half fallen from behind the curtains of a small carriage. The eyes of the poor woman were still wide open in shock, the only thing missing was the color in her pupils. Where there should be a dark circle was now a muddy canvas painted in all white.

The scene gets even more atrocious, as Jungkook cautiously opens the curtain to inspect and is greeted with her ribcage torn apart. He doesn’t have the time to check what is missing as he already knows who is behind this. Better yet, what is behind this grotesque crime. 

The Officer quickly orders two of his men to stay put by the body, some to keep the villagers out of the streets, and his second commanding officer to follow him toward the woods. The bloodied path left by the culprit was unmistakenly pointing to the borders of the city, right where the pine trees divided territory. 

Jungkook wills his sword as soon as he arrives at the entrance of the wooden portal, taking a step inside the maze canopied by overhanging trees. His focus is solely on the beast he was born to catch. 

She had successfully tracked the Kumiho to the woods as her deity gifts seemed to be working again and her senses were all heightened. Her human feet opened a path through the dense vegetation in the dark without the need of holding a torch to be able to see. 

It was clear as day the direction she needed to follow due to the scent of blood that sickened her to her core. The Kumiho was close by, she could feel it in her bones. Climbing to the middle branch of a tall tree, she decided to hunt from above, decided to surprise her prey instead of frontal combat, or even risk the escape of this unworthy being. 

With feathered feet, she humped silently from tree to tree in the dark, slowly closing the gap between them. She was able to see the shadows of the Kumiho mingling in the dark foliage as it ran. It wasn’t wearing its fox-like appearance, but instead using the image of a young woman bearing nothing but her undergarments. She was so close that the Kumiho’s uneasiness was palpable to her through the air. 

And then suddenly there was nothing. 

Her body jerked at the intensity of a total blankness and she felt dizzy. Her feet wobbled as she tried desperately to regain balance on top of the tree branch, steadying her breathing and dis-compassed heart so as to not fall. When she was finally able to stand again, the Kumiho she was so close to catching had long disappeared. 

The sound of warped laughter echoed around her. The Kumiho celebrates its escape as she launches from the tree to the ground, snapping her head in every direction possible, unable to use her night vision as she had done before. What is happening?, she desperately questions herself as she tries to form figures in the dark. It didn’t help that the moon had hidden itself behind the density of the trees. 

She was never one to throw in the towel, however. Despite the debt she had to pay due to the promise she had made, now catching this monster was a matter of honor. So crouching where she was in between the branches and the damp grass she closed her eyes, solely focusing on her hearing instead. Even if it wasn’t heightened, she could still hear well in her human form. 

Her eyes opened in a snap, sharp as the tip of a sword, and she began running toward the sound of something crushing the leaves that pilled on the dirty ground of those woods. 

The eyes that once before lit the way in the dark, were now flawed, but still, she ran like a missile, avoiding the trees with pure instinct and years of life that trailed behind her in the form of a pair of white tails.  

The clash between her and the body before her couldn’t be avoided even if they wanted. She launched herself to kill, and he—in all his might and training—rolled with her on the floor, able to protect his own neck from being torn apart by the fangs that snarled close to his face. 

A wave of shock shakes the both of them, as her eyes lock with Jungkook’s scared ones and she rolls herself over to get off of him. Panting confused and still on the ground, Jungkook’s wide eyes are glued to her image as she gets up and tears from her body the silky dress gown she had been wearing and consequently clamping her movements. In the darkness of the night, lit only by the moonlight, he finally sees her without theatrics, standing tall in her manly pants, tied undergarments around her chest, and the tails swaying from one side to the other. He could swear she was glowing, silk skin basking in the moonlight that now shined through. The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. 

“Are you hurt?” her velvety voice hits his ears as she eyes him concerned. 

Except she isn’t a woman, his brain yells alarmed. 

Exceptionally quick, he is back on his feet, only now his sword is being pointed straight at her neck. “So you’re the one killing all of my people–” he growls infuriated and his eyes swim in liquid choler. “My men–My–” he stumbles on his words as the loss of his closest companion is still too fresh to process. Minutes prior to their unexpected encounter he had witnessed his right arm officer being pulled to the darkness of the forest only to find him lifeless, disposed of by a tree. 

“You need to breathe,” she tries to ease him, as her eyes go from his to the sword wielded by him. “Breathe–” her hands are by her sides as a sign of submission. But as she talks she realizes once more that her bewitchery doesn’t work on him. 

“Don’t dare!” Jungkook snarls. “I know what you are. I know what you do with your words. You won’t command me, beast!” his sharp sword is able to inflict a tiny cut on her throat as he takes a step further, but she doesn’t wince. Instead, she lifts her chin, stoic, and looks at him closely. Before she can work a way to make him believe she isn’t the one inflicting damage to the village, he continues, “Don’t deny it. I can see it in your eyes–” 

“I’m not the one you’re looking for,” she says unshakable. 

“Yes, you are!” he snaps. “That is why I was so keen on you. I thought–” he chuckles in sad realization to himself, “I thought I was infatuated with you… When this whole time it was just because I’m a hunter, and you–You’re the beast I’m made to hunt.”

The air she inhales in surprise as the dots connect in her mind doesn't leave her as she is frozen for a second. This was the reason she had been faulty ever since landing feet on the village. 

She was aware of the tale of the hunter—a child born to a blue moon when the stars were perfectly aligned, being able to lend the force of the superior Gods to strike balance in life when the deities failed to do so. Jungkook was the only one among human beings to be immune to the powers she and her fellow deities possessed. Not only that but when around him, he was able to diminish their power altogether. 

“This–” he pulls from under his garments an emerald green medallion, hanging from his neck by a leather string. “This is meant to protect me and warn me from beasts like you and I’m certain that–” he pauses as he takes a glance down. 

She watches as his eyebrows knit together in confusion and his sword falters by her neck. “It isn’t glowing,” Jungkook states. 

“Why would it glow?” she feels compelled to ask. 

“Because it has glowed every time I was close to a beast!” he shouts impatiently, trying to bring the amulet closer to her so as to see a change. 

As she gently tries to push the sword he was still pointing at her, he grows eerie again, letting the emerald stone pend from his neck to shift his attention back to her face. With a grunt, he forces the blade against her throat again. “That is what I’m trying to say!” she raises her voice, starting to get impatient herself. The real culprit was still on the loose and with her powers turned off they faced danger for being so exposed and unguarded. 

Jungkook eyes her with a clenched jaw. “I’m not the Kumiho you’re after,” she explains finally. “I’m a servant of Inari, I arrived here at Joseon after the incidents started happening. I came to help a friend. I’m not a beast, I’m a deity.”  

He gulps as his heart quivers ready to believe her words, but the scene of his best friend being pulled by a beast is still rewinding in his mind. His turmoil makes the knuckles of his hand turn white as he still holds the sword close to her pulsing neck.  

Her ears perk and the sound of branches snap them out of the face-off. They freeze and she is able to faintly recognize the abhorrent iron smell of blood. The Kumiho was close again. 

Jungkook still doesn’t let her out of his watch, even though his eyes shift around the canopy, and so her movements are constricted under his sword as she tries to be alert toward the presence of the real danger. She sees through her peripheral the moment a shadow comes sprinting behind his back as his eyes are focused on hers instead, and she makes a decision on the spot. She won’t let him die. 

Grabbing Jungkook by the string of the emerald medallion, she pulls him towards her, and the way his sword pierces her skin right at the base of her neck is enough to disrupt the trance she stood under his gaze. With her movements now free, she swirls him around, taking his place instead to face the savagery of the Kumiho. 

Jungkook is thrown to the side, as he sees the Kumiho piercing its claws right under his savior’s rib. She falls to the ground with the injuries inflicted not only by the beast but also by his sword and he gasps remorsefully. He tries to collect himself, and as he sees the Kumiho lifting its claws once more to deliver the final blow with a deranged smile on its face, he runs enraged in defense of the deity he almost unrightfully killed. He isn’t sure if he will make it on time, he fears being too slow compared to such beings, but still, his legs don’t give up.  

Before he arrives, a bolt of lightning blinds him, casting him back once more, and its thunder deafens his ears. The high pitch is so intense that every sound that follows is muffled and he is afraid he will lose his consciousness as he stubbornly stumbles his way toward the deity who isn’t moving. 

Jungkook watches in horror as the Kumiho drags itself out of the picture, painting with scarlet red the vegetation as its arm is missing. He crawls and then with difficulty he stands, picking up his sword, resolved as to not let that killer’s fate be anything other than death itself. 

But then his heart tugs and he is unable to move. 

The Officer looks back and sees the woman that saved his life losing her own. She lies on the cold ground with her eyes trailing to the sky as she panted softly, admiring how the moon shone so brightly and gifted her its final light. Jungkook dropped his sword with a thump and shortened the space between them, falling to his knee right by her side. 

Her eyes search for his as his shaking hand wraps around her neck, trying to stop the bleeding. “I’m–I’m sorry,” he gasps still in shock. He eyes nervously how bloodied the short undergarment around her chest is and he becomes uncertain of what to do to stop so much bleeding, trying to avoid what he knew to be a certain fate. 

“Please stay with me,” he mumbles softly, and his free hand goes to make pressure on her right rib. His eyes are wavering, lost, and it is the touch of her palm on his wrist that calls for them like a beacon. 

He gulps as she opens a smile, “It’s ok,” she whispers, “I need you–” she tries with difficulty, and he inclines forward to help, “I need you to kill that thing. Please.” her eyes are desperate as she looks intently at his irises, “Go.”

Jungkook shakes his head, eyebrows furrowed, unable to let her that way. “Go! Please.” she pleads with all her remaining strength, but he doesn’t move. His hands never stop making pressure, stanching the blood however he could. 

Drawing a shaking breath his starry eyes are the last thing she sees before the world spins and the moonlit night goes dark around her.

✿ to be continued...

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 🔞

deception- /dɪˈsɛpʃn/ -noun; the action of deceiving someone.

Tags/Warnings: Prince!Cursed!Jungkook, Dragonkin!Reader, mentions of poor living conditions (reader is chained up in a basement smh), magic and other fantasy elements, Angst, tragic lovers au?, strangers to lovers question mark???, did I mention angst, fluff?, it's somewhere I promise, open ending- I might write more dunno yet

Story length: 5k

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It's quiet underneath the castle tonight.

No one is probably yet awake- moonlight still brightly shining through the tiny window at the very top corner of your cell, signaling it's still nighttime. There's occasional cats passing by, or mice sneaking in to capture any crumbs you may have left behind of the dry bread they give you to eat- but except this, there's nothing but silence.

It's nothing like the woods you've lived in before, close to the seaside.

There, the waves would've sang you a song to help you sleep, the trees swaying alongside the melody as if to rock you like a mother would her child, side to side, slowly, gently. In here, there's no soft foliage underneath you, no warm pelts that make up your nest. There's nothing but a bit of hay- but not even nearly enough to give you the opportunity to nest at all. It's damp, starting to mold, itching your skin to the point of you rather sleeping on the cold hard floor instead.

Suddenly, there's drops hitting the ground outside.

You turn around to look up at the window properly, before you stand up, shackles clattering loudly as the metal chains drag on the floor. Your hands on the brick wall, you turn up your head to at least try and smell the fresh air the storm seems to bring. And as if mother nature takes pity on you, the wind starts to shift, blowing the cool rain into the cell where you let it patter on your skin and face with a smile.

You don't care that the water runs into your cell now, flowing down the very brick wall you've got your hands placed against. There's no worse for your situation anyways- though one might argue that it could be a lot more evil.

At least they feed you.

Kind of.

For now, you lay down on the bits of hay you've collected to sleep on, sound of the rain helping you fall asleep.

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"Jungkook, take it slow, will you." the King sighs, watching as the young prince eagerly swings his wooden sword against the one of a young soldier and dear friend. And while the prince won't listen, Namjoon looses his attention at the sound of the king approaching, becoming an easy target for the younger prince who groans out in a dramatic manner.

"Father, please stop this." he sighs, putting the sword away before wiping his sweat. "Me laying down and doing nothing won't do much except kill me faster by boredom." he tells his father, who scoffs.

"I don't like the way you talk about this." the old man argues, making his son only roll his eyes.

"And I don't like you treating me as if I'm incapable of knowing my body and limits." he says. "I will rest if I need to." he finishes, turning his back to the king who can only click his tongue, before leaving his son alone.

"Your father is right." Namjoon says. "You know, at least until we figured out how to get the wish, you should take it easy-"

"That's all I'm doing!" Jungkook says, throwing up his arms in defeat. "I've been doing nothing but take it easy." he mumbles more or less to himself, shaking his head. "I'm tired of it." he tells his friend, before he walks out the training grounds, and back into the castle. On his way, he walls past the guarded stairway leading down into the basement cells- and curiosity grips him by the hand at the sight of it.

There's no guards around right now. Typically, the doorway that leads into the basement dungeons stays heavily guarded, not ever giving him proper opportunity to step down there and see what's kept hidden inside for himself. His father constantly lectures him about it, tells him that he will have to deal with prisoners soon enough once he's crowned, but Jungkook doesn't want to wait. He doesn't want to be slapped harshly by the responsibilities from one day to the other- he wants to know while he's still got the time to familiarize himself with everything slowly.

So he walks down carefully, aware that nowadays, his balance is sometimes thrown off randomly- one of many health effects the curse has on him.

No one knows exactly what had happened in the past of his family to curse him as the only son of his father and therefore heir of the throne to be cursed this badly. It's a dragon's curse, powerful and without any empathy for it's victim. It's slowly killing him, black marks and swirling lines underneath his skin pulsing in anger about something he doesn't know. He won't ever lie- he doesn't trust his father whenever the man says that dragons have just cursed him out of pure spite and boredom for inheriting the land they once owned. Jungkook doesn't know dragons too well, but he's read about them. He knows the tales. He doesn't think that creatures as old as them would just become petty centuries after the war had been ended peacefully.

But at this stage, with the illness progressing like it does, it won't be enough time for him to ever find out the truth it seems.

There's not many prisoners down here- most are in the corners of their cells, keeping to themselves without sparing the prince any interest. What grips his own however, is the heavy metal cage at the end of the hall, iron bars decorated with runes he knows are witchcraft used to hold powerful beings- with a lump of clothes inside, along with hay and nothing else.

He walks closer, placing his burning torch into the holder at the wall, before he stands in front of the cold metal bars. It's when you begin to move, slowly turning to look at him, that he realizes who you are.

What you are.

"..you are the dragon?" he wonders mostly to himself, barely raising his voice anything above a whisper. He'd certainly expected anything but this; a young, almost fragile looking thing, with eyes so tired and longing. His father had told him a few weeks ago that he'd acquired a dragon in hopes to have it cure him- but other than that, Jungkook had never been told what that would entail for you, what it would take to make you help him. He squats down in front of the bars to instinctively appear smaller and less threatening- his mind unable to quite believe that you're supposedly one of the rare beasts roaming the skies and filling the kid's nightmares with horror.

That you're the same kind that had cursed him for simply existing.

You don't answer him- though you do sit up to face him, curiosity caught at the sight of him. He definitely looks nicer than you'd thought, and yet, the clear marks on his neck and hand speak clearly to you about his fate. It's not a dragon's curse at all, but who would ever believe you? You'd told the king time and time again that your death would do nothing- but there was no talking him out of his ambitions, you've come to realize.

There was no use in fighting.

Jungkook however is now just confused. You're clearly suffering, in bad physical state, and all you had to do is grant a wish. His father had told him about this- that a dragon could grant a wish to anyone once in their lifetime, which was one reason they were hunted years back. People didn't know that the wish couldn't be forced out of someone- it had to be granted in pure willingness. So why was his father putting you in a cage down here, like a prisoner of war, when this very much wouldn't help his need for a wish at all?

"Why won't you grant the wish? You'll be free afterwards." The prince urges, but you shake your head.

"I can't." you say, almost inaudible. "If I could, I would've done it already." you croak out, voice a bit raspy from lack of use- and recent fight with a guard that had been sent to 'make you understand the urgency of the matter', as the king had told.

"what do you mean?" Jungkook asks, before you're both interrupted by your stomach. "did they not feed you yet? My father said they provided you with food..-" he talks more or less to himself, before a guard steps in.

"Your- highness! The king is looking for you." the Guard says.

"Has she not been fed today?" he wants to know instead, standing up to his full height while the guard seems surprised at the question.

"only every second day. We've been told to make her more easy to handle on days where she doesn't receive her ration, your highness." the older man admits, and Jungkook looks back at you, with a look you can only describe as guilty.

Though you're unsure why.

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You're not sure why he, as a prince of royal heritage, chooses to eat his dinner with you instead, on dirty concrete of all things.

It's stuffy in here, dark and cold, and yet he seems to be fine with it, constantly urging you to eat what he'd brought you. Was this a new plan created to garner your wish? You're unsure of it, last experiences having made you suspicious of any kind gestures given towards you. There's always an ulterior motive, a goal, no smile without calculation.

At least not inside these walls.

"I can't grant your wish." You say because of that, putting the bread down onto the floor- something Jungkook stares at, for a moment, before he looks back at your face thats turned downwards in a submissive manner. He doesn't know why you're not at all the proud being he's read about in books and teachings.

"Why not? Did you already grant one?" He wonders, but you shake your head.

"What did they tell you about the wish, prince?" You ask him, and he cringes a bit at the title, before he adjusts his pose, leaning back a bit on his hands.

His sleeves are rolled up, showing the extend of the damage his curse has been taking the past few weeks. No one knows if anything he does makes it worse or eases it. It's simply moody it seems, sometimes not spreading for days before it takes over him in waves, making him curl into himself in pain. There's nothing that helps the symptoms, every day a gamble, but Jungkook had been living with this ever since he was born. So to him, it was almost normal.

"That you can only grant a wish once, and that you have to do it willingly." He explains. "You cannot wish for the dead to be revived or to gain eternal life. Thats.. what's been written in the books." The prince says. You sigh.

"The wish isn't a thing." You reveal, making his blood run cold. "It never was. It's a legend, but it doesn't exist." You say, shivering a bit from the cold floor underneath you, small gravel digging into your naked thighs. The dress you wear isn't exactly made for a long stay at an underground prison.

"What- but.." He furrows his brows. "That would mean all of the wars, they've been-"

"For nothing." You say, eyes focused on his. "Without any reason." You tell him. "And your curse? My kind does not possess magic. We cannot curse or heal. Our blood doesn't cure disease, and our horns do not make the blind see again." Your voice wavers, becomes frantic in your emotions bubbling over as your eyes fill with tears. "Our scales don't offer eternal youth. Our liver doesn't make a man stronger than an army. Our eggs only contain our children, never the wealth you all believe it does." You tell him, drops of silver running from your eyes. "You've been killing my kind for centuries, making up stories to justify your murder just to feel better about yourself." You get up, standing in front of the wide eyed prince, his skin pale as he watches you. "Your curse has been given by the blood your father spilled for nothing more than the need for power. And I'm deeply sorry that an innocent man such as you who's never fought a war once in his life has to suffer the consequences." Jungkook gets up as well now, slower, but still with a look of pure shock on his face as he watches you talk. "But if mother earth has decided that you're the price to pay, then there's nothing anyone can do about it." You finish, before walking to the very corner, in the darkest place of your cell, leaving the young prince by himself to stare at nothing in particular.

He doesn't want to believe it.

But why would you lie?

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"And this is all you could find?" Jungkook wonders, looking at his friend and partner in crime, who looks around anxously before he answers.

"I didn't have much more time, but yes. This was all he had laying around that I thought would be of interest for you." Taehyung tells him, before he looks a bit more gentle. "Jungkook.. no matter what's in these pages, I want you to know-" He urges, putting his hands on the shoulders of his friend. "-you'll always stay the Jungkook I know today." The young man promises. "I consider you my brother, even if we're not from the same womb."

"I know." Jungkook nods. "And I look at you the same, friend." He offers, before he looks around. "Now go, before they behead you for your actions. We'll meet again, I promise." He says, well aware that if Taeyhung was to ever be found again, it could end in his execution for the act of stealing property of the king. Even if it was on Jungkook's word, it still was a crime he's committed. So the least the prince could do is to give him a fresh start far away from the kingdom- wherever the horse pulling the carriage might take the young worker's son.

Back in his own chambers, he reads with the help of a candle, entire world-view turned upside down as he reads about all of the things his father had done to try and lift the curse the man is well aware of from his son. He never speaks of murder like you'd said- but it's still evident from his writing that he's been using parts of dragons and even sirens to order witches for spells and rituals that might help his prince to gain back his health.

All for nothing, as he now knows.

But there's something else that stands out to him- letters written in ink and careful writing, but in a language he himself doesn't know. It's clear that his father must've had a connection to someone of non-human descent- every letter feeling warm to the touch, as if given to him with magic instead of conventional doves used by his kingdom.

Jungkook doesn't know what exactly he hopes for- but he can't think of anything else.

"I need your help." He says, quietly, making you turn around in the dim orange glow of his lantern. You can see that the curse has been spreading again, reaching the very tip of his earlobe on one side, silver jewelry hanging from his ear standing in great contrast to the deep black marks. He doesn't have much time left before the curse will take his senses, leaving him with no option but to hide in the castle and live with assistance.

You pity him. He's just a victim in this play, after all.

"What do you need me for?" You ask, unsure, when he holds three folded letters between the bars towards you.

"I was wondering if you might be able to read this- or at least tell me what language has been used." The prince asks, more calm now- but you can feel a fire burning inside his chest, an anger that feels more like betrayal than pure aggression over his situation, and you can only assume that he's learned of the past actions of his father and king. So you nod, standing up a little weak today, something Jungkook notices quite quickly- but for now, he can't do much to help.

You open the letter, gaze running over the words- one writing better than the other you notice, proving to you that while one was simply reciting what they've learned, using their memory of recently imprinted words and writings, the other person was native, well aware and confident in writing. The only thing interesting to you being however, that you can read it. "It's dragon's tongue." You softly say to the son of the king still standing close, holding his source of light close enough for you to comfortably read. "Prince Ju-"

"Just Jungkook. I'm in no way entitled to formality considering what my family has done to your kind." Jungkook offers weakly, and you nod.

"..Jungkook then." You nod, before looking at the letter again. "These are.. love letters."

"What?" He asks, confused. "Why would my father keep love letters of dragonkin?"

"Because he's the one who's sent one of them." You reveal to the prince, who's eyes widen. "It's.. I don't know why this one was kept- it seems like it has never been sent. But the name she writes to is your father's." You explain.

"Is- what.. what does it say?" He asks, voice quiet and unsure. "I- I don't need every word, just.."

"I.. Am unsure how to properly explain this. But this line right here?" You say, moving your finger over a line of text written delicately. "It reads as 'Please do raise mine as your own, as I cannot keep him in a place war has torn.'." You tell him. "Jungkook.. she's talking about you."

"She can't be." He says, shaking his head, before starting to pace around, dark marks of his curse pulsating angrily. "It doesn't say my name now, does it? It's not me."

"It does." You say. "In the letter.. that's not been sent." You offer, not looking at the prince in distress.

Jungkook shakes his head however, biting his lip bloody, before he runs an angry hand through his hair, taking the letters from you and being unaware of the paper cutting your hand a little as he leaves in pure confusion.

His entire life until now has been nothing but a lie.

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"You didn't just lie to me, but your whole Kingdom." Jungkook accuses, slapping books in front of his father onto his desk, ink from the man's pen splattering over the documents as the tip of the feather is bent and broken- equally as violent as the trust of his son. "You know exactly why this has been happening to me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The man he once knew as his father says, eyes hard as he stares at his son. "Do not talk with a tongue like this."

"The tongue of a dragon?" He grits out, laughing without any humor as he breathes heavily. The king's eyes widen, body loosing any tension as he realizes what his son had placed onto the desk.

It's diaries. Notebooks. All of himself. Letters, kept in between the pages, sent between him and the women he used to love.

"It's-" He starts, but Jungkook shakes his head.

"I do not have to listen to a man who does not share the same blood as me." Jungkook barks. "Who's my father? Did you murder him too for his parts, or just for pure sport?" He demands to know, and in the second the prince slams his hands onto the desk of the king, he's back again twenty-five years.

The king remembers Jungkook's father- he'd had the exact same fire in his eyes when he'd confronted him about the fate of his son. As a half blood, with partial identity of the dragons but also the kingdom of men, the king had used this to his own advantage, spite over the relationship his secret lover had held with the man in front of him fueling dark thoughts and desires. Jungkook's father had been protective as a father should always be- not ever letting his son be harmed, not even when just still growing in the safety of the womb. So he had to.

"I had to." The king offers. "He would not understand the situation, and tried to keep you away from me." He tries to explain.

"As he should have." Jungkook barks back. "He was my father- what right did you think you had to take me from him? From my mother as well?!"

"Your mother and I weren't supposed to ever become what we did." The king tries to justify. "She couldn't leave your father, but neither did she want to stay."

"So you decided to kill the only person between you and her- how noble of you." The prince- or former prince- chuckles darkly. "So I was just a biproduct? Simple collateral damage?"

"No. You have the blood of men running in your veins. You're not a dragonkin." The king tells him. "I have raised you-"

"Even though you had. No. Right." Jungkook grits out.

"There is no going back for you now." The man in front of him says calmly. "There is nowhere for you to go but here."

"You do not have the power over me a father might have." The former prince says, calmly backing away from the table, before he rips the gold ornament of his family's crest from around his neck- throwing it onto the table with a cold stare. "In fact, you never did. You just made me believe that. And I will not play by your rules any longer." He says. "Nothing binds me to you, or this kingdom."

"So where will you go?" The king demands to know.

"Somewhere this curse can take me away from this earth in piece and quiet." Jungkook says quietly. "Someplace I can die with the knowledge that I'm not living in a sick dream created by a man blinded by lust."

"I assume you will take the dragonkin as well." His former father figure says. "She sure has twisted your mind. Almost amusing of you to say I was blinded by lust when you're doing just the same."

"I am not." Jungkook says, walking towards the door. "I am not taking her with me."

"So you'll just set her free? She has nowhere to go either." The man behind the desk barks. "Her land is nothing but ashes."

Opening the door, Jungkook doesn't turn around as he speaks. "She still deserves freedom." he says, quietly. "She deserves to live."

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Someone gently shakes your shoulder, carefully waking you from your nap on the cold floor in the cell. One look up, and you see the prince again- his face tired, but holding a comforting smile. "Here." He offers, helping you sit up. "It's cold outside. I think this will fit you." He explains.

You take the coat and tilt your head in confusion. "What for?"

"You'll have to travel with me for a bit, just until we're out the border. But after that, you're free to go wherever." He tells you.

"I'm-… just like that?" You wonder, and he nods. "What about you?"

"I don't know yet." He shrugs. "But I can't stay here anymore. Not after.. I just can't stay near him any longer." He sighs, standing up. "Come. I've packed everything already, the only thing missing is you." He charmingly states, holding the cell door open.

You walk out, shackles being undone by a prison guard, before you're free to walk outside, sun blinding you for a good moment before Jungkook helps you onto the carriage where a large horse already in front of it, ready to pull. "Is it winter?" You wonder, as Jungkook climbs up on the other side of the front, nodding towards a guard close by you assume is his friend- before he pulls the reigns, steering the horse towards the main gate of the castle grounds.

"Not quite. But soon." He tells you, calm quietness falling over the both of you, your eyes taking in all the pretty forest and scenery you've not been able to look at for months now. You can't imagine the emotions running through the former prince now- his entire identity a complete lie. Nothing he ever thought he knew was true, his trust in the kingdom entirely broken down to nothing but dust.

"Are you doing this to redeem yourself?" You wonder out loud, not shy or worried he might change his mind and throw you back into the undergrounds of the castle. He's chosen to let you out- and you know the wilds better than he does. You'll survive on your own. Not easily, but you'll manage.

"No." He shakes his head. "There's nothing I could ever do that would make the crimes on your kind disappear, or able to be forgiven." The former prince sighs, puffs of air escaping his lips since his breath is warmer than the cold air outside. "I can comfort myself in hiding behind not knowing what really happened up until now. That's all I have."

"It's enough." You shrug. "You're not the man that led the war. You're-.. a victim just as much as I am, down the line." You tell him, pulling your legs up to snuggle into the way too big coat he got you. It's warm fabric, pelt keeping your body heat safe from the worsening winds picking up the further you go out the forests surrounding the kingdom.

"I guess." He mumbles. "I'm still just a bastard though, with nowhere to go." He more or less says to himself, while you watch him.

Again, you can't imagine what he must go through. At least you can say that you've experienced proper upbringing, a childhood, parents and the feelings of family and belonging. But for him, everything he'd thought was real turned out to be nothing but lies, and it hurts you to imagine that. He's never done wrong from what you can tell. Just like you said; he's a victim, not a criminal. His hands aren't drenched in blood.

If anything, he's the only one who's shown you empathy, who's tried to right the wrongs done by people around him even though he doesn't have to. And with that, you watch him a little more closely as you reach the kingdom's borders.

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"Are you warm enough?" He asks you in the back of the cart, making you move around and peek through the coverings of the cart that shield the insides from the cold nighttime air- and you nod. "Good."

"Will you rest soon as well?" You wonder, and he just shrugs, not offering a verbal reply while keeping his gaze on the road ahead. There's nothing in front of you it seems, faint lights of small towns nearby illuminating the far away places you pass by- but other than that, you're alone. "You can't keep going forever. I will feel useless."

"Don't worry, I won't think of you that way." He laughs, glad your attitude has slowly softened and relaxed around him. You're warming up to him, and he can't say he doesn't like it- after all, a companion is what he'd need most in his situation. But he won't ask you to stay, the question itself feeling almost criminal in his mind already, speaking it out loud would surely not be wise.

You huff in playful annoyance, disappearing inside the carriage before you reappear wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting next to him. "Why are you out now as well?" He chuckles, amused by your antics.

"To offer company. Do you not want it?" You ask, looking up at him with your slightly reflective eyes. You spot the same slight shine in his own eyes, reminding you that you're both not the same, but similar at the same time. He might not be a full-blooded dragon, but there's still a heart of one beating in his chest. You blame that exact fact for making you feel so attached to him already- feeling as if you don't want to leave him any longer. He's comfortable, he's nice, and caring, and gentle, and everything one might look for in a mate.

"Oh, I enjoy your company very much, don't you worry." He laughs again, though he yawns. "It might help keep me awake."

"Please rest." You ask of him, and he stutters a bit in his motion, before sighing in defeat.

"Just because I do not want to cause an accident and hurt you." He shakes his head, steering the horse into a space he deems hidden enough to set up camp for the night.

He probably isn't aware of the impact of his words.

You watch as he binds the horse to a nearby tree, his hand almost completely consumed by the black curse at this point as he pets the gentle creature for a goodnight. He climbs back into the carriage where you wait for him, already hiding underneath the blankets he'd brought along for both you and him alike, his gaze only resting on you for a second, not longer. "I can sleep outside as well. I understand if you don't trust me."

"I would've pushed you off the cart already if I wanted to." You answer him, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Considering my condition, you very much could've." He says, burying himself under the blankets as well next to you.

You look at the back of his head in front of you. "You'll be cured." You whisper out, and he shrugs again.

"Even if I won't, it's alright." He says. "I understand that it's not a curse, but simply.. I don't know."

"You don't deserve it, and I won't accept you saying that you do." You stubbornly reply. "We'll find a solution."

"It's alright." He just says, before he feels your finger drawing shapes on his back. "What are you doing?" He wonders, but you don't answer for a moment, before finishing what you're apparently writing.

"I've written my promise onto you." You quietly tell him.

"Promise?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"My promise to stay with you till the end." You say, turning around so your back faces his. "No matter how soon that might be."

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[her-penetrating-soul]

🤍 ‿⚘Growing up in a household of laughter and endless joy. I still remember the stories my parents used to say to me. I'd laugh, yet now I'm in bliss. I had these moments. "For where there are memories, there is no End," it is very true. I remember the tales that my mother told me about how I was born I to the light. That the day they brought me home. There weren't windows. Yet somehow, when they brought me into the kitchen, a radiate light shined into the kitchen directly to where I was. I was born into the light, and I walk forth into the light. I am the light. I have a glimmering aurora. I'm the light to those I impact in their lives. I still remember my father's tale. He would say I'm like a horse. Majestic, strong-willed, resilient, confident, a wild spirit, and beautiful, full of love. I can relate to this for their magical creatures. Yes, I can say I'm like a horse, I am strong-willed, resilient, a wild free spirit, confident, full of love. Yes, I can relate to these words, my father would say. I have always loved the intensity of the ocean. I cherish those whom I embrace into my wings of love. I can feel others' energies. I feel on a distinctive level. I can synchronize myself, who pierces my oceanic soul. When I give my love to my one. I'm 100% in not halfway. My father also used to say it would take a strong gentleman to bring me to my senses that it's alright not to always be in control of your life. I can now say this is 100% truthful. For when life brought me , I must say that I felt a life force so powerful that it impacted me, like if the entire world had come all at once. I had never felt such a force. I can honestly say that my father was right on this one. When the forces of life & the prayers are answered by our heavenly father, he sends you someone precious that changes your life. This person is your person. They will love you for you, not solely your outter shell. They will fall in love with all your attributes. I can be sassy, sarcastic, stubborn, straightforward, and no filter person, yet at the same time, I am compassionate, caring, loving, affectionate, patient, and person. These are my attributes that he saw in me. He saw me for me. He managed to crumble my walls that I had built for so long. He became the walls that surrounded me. He became my safe place, my everything. He became my everlasting bliss. I was blessed by the heavens themselves when the constellations aligned as one. That very moonlight. We crossed each other destinies. Our souls waltzed upon the glistening moonlight. Our twinkling stars subdued into one another. Life has always been a bliss. Life is now more beautiful. I have him to lean on. I have my person. I'll forevermore cherish him for seeing me for who I truly am. Life is truly a divinity. Many ask why I'm kind. It is embedded into the foundation of a woman. This is who I am. I'd be blessed there are still people with hearts of gold. Who are willing to uplift you. Love one another. Cherish those are in your life.⚘⁀🤍

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[rabbitenn]

Hello! GakuXReader where reader is his friend who is sooooo tired of people assuming that they're in a relationship with Gaku and it's preventing them from actually getting into a relationship and think Gaku is just as bothered but Gaku actually likes them?

Your blog is so much fun!

MY PRECIOUS WORLD.

Maybe everyone’s rumors were just a prediction for the future.

ft. Yaotome Gaku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: romance, fluff, friends to lovers.

hello, nonnie ! thank you for your request <3 I’m glad you think my blog is fun :) I apologize for the long wait in completing this, I hope you still like it, dear. 🤍

— It started as something that happened occasionally, at cafes or restaurants; it didn’t surprise you anymore hearing “and what will the lovely couple order?”

— At first, you stumbled over your words to deny such statements, cheeks burning at the implications, especially worried they would bring baseless drama into your good friend’s life.

— Yaotome Gaku. The man you know like the back of your hand, on and off stage. How long ago did you two meet again? You think you were probably toddlers, bruises on your knees and chocolate stains on your shirts.

— Yes, he was kind of… your best friend, you suppose.

— Except whatever it is you feel for him is more than friendship at this point, thus, meaning the rumors are indeed not entirely a hoax the media made up.

— The problem is you can never, never, make these feelings known to him or to anyone else.

— Especially not right now of all times, with the media’s eye set on you two

— Because you know how annoying it must be for him to be mistaken as your boyfriend so often.

— At first, he politely denied it with a soft voice, so unlike his deep tone… Surely he’s so bothered about people making these kinds of remarks, seeing how he’s stopped deflecting the speculations anymore, instead just offering a cordial smile.

— But why do his steel hued eyes shine when the word ‘couple’ is used to refer to you and him?

— It must be your foolish heart and treacherous feelings playing tricks on you, yes.

— And yet, considering how close you two were, you certainly hadn’t payed much attention to his facial expressions in moments when it was just you and him.

— Whether working on your respective tasks or existing peacefully together, enjoying tranquil hobbies, it was not uncommon for the leader of TRIGGER to steal the occasional (every time more frequent) glance in your direction, constellations of you and him shining in his gaze every time he beheld you.

— But can he tell you? The way he feels… What if you think he’s playing with you, given all the rumors circulating already?

Perhaps jumping head first was the answer…

♡

The mid-autumn chill kisses your skin, faded street lights allowing for some of the stars to peer into the tranquil night below.

The sign perched over the entrance of the soba shop is illuminated in cold light, its glow akin to a trail of moonstone pebbles leading you to the place where your heart felt warmest.

Your lips curl into a smile, as you see the one you came looking for just parking the store’s motorcycle by the door, his uniform still on.

You knew how he sometimes pretended to be just a regular guy, shipping soba orders here and there, claiming “I’m not that handsome” when inquiries regarding his stage persona were inevitably uttered.

“Hey there, delivery boy.” You greet him, arms crossed, pulling your jacket closer to your form.

The ‘delivery boy’ in question turns around, sharp moonlight eyes crinkling up in a mirror image to the crescent rising over a backdrop of deep indigo.

And you could never deny that the smile he gifts you causes for heat to rise up your neck.

A feverish dream, lasting only for a few instants, scattered like rose petals, when you realize the magnitude of the earthquake you two being in a relationship could ensue.

Besides, you’re sure it’s one sided.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Hey, [Y/n]…” Gaku calls you. He’s grateful for the poor illumination partially concealing the blush already forming across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks.

You tilt your head to the side, looking up at him.

“What is it, Gaku?”

He clears his throat, brows a little furrowed as he looks to the side.

“I… Uh… Ehem… Can I ask you to… wait for me for a bit? While I get changed. There’s something I’d like to… discuss with you.”

You stare at him, a little baffled. Gaku could be a tad awkward at times, but it was unusual for him to stumble over his words this much. And what’s this he has to discuss with you? Has he finally snapped because of all the people mistaking you two for a couple?

“Okay.” You nod, meekly.

And, are you seeing things, or did his smile just widen at your agreement?

“Come inside, we can’t have you catching a cold now.” The idol suggests, a hand on the small of your back. “I mean, in the lobby. Not like, inside the changing room.” Your friend lets out, his reddened cheeks now on full display thanks to the shop’s lighting.

You chuckle, the sound alone enough for Gaku to pause for an instant, admiring the way your eyes close and your lips tilt upwards.

Oh, how he’s dreamt of taking those lips in his.

And perhaps he planned for this to go differently, with him wearing his best clothes, the poetry of ‘may I have the honor to love you?’ adrift beneath a starry sky.

But, right now, Yaotome Gaku is afraid he might lose heart.

So he halts his steps, turning around, his solemn gaze of argent stardust fixated on you.

“Or you know what… Let me tell you now.”

“Is there anything wrong, Gaku? Did something happen?” Your brows knit together in concern, as you unconsciously reach forward and take one of his hands in both of yours.

“You’re so warm… are you feeling alright?” You ask.

Your cluelessness was truly endearing sometimes, he thinks.

“I’m okay.” The idol smiles, his hand leaning against the touch of yours. “Just… I want to ask you something.”

Your stare fixates on his, the almost midnight sky at a standstill outside the old establishment’s windows.

“What would you say if I asked you… What if… No.” He brings his free hand to his forehead. “Okay, don’t hate me for this, please.” Are the last words you hear before he tugs on your entwined hands and his lips crash against yours. His other hand cups the back of your head, pulling you closer to him, until the constellation of your longing fuses into a supernova of eternal waiting that finally paid off.

Your eyes go wide at first, air stolen from your very lungs.

You don’t need it now, though. Not as long as Yaotome Gaku’s lips are breathing life into your own with his searing kiss.

Your lids flutter closed, a balmy daze clinging to you as your hands grab the front of his shirt for support.

Well, his message definitely came across.

And by the way you react, it seems like your answer is a rotund affirmation.

Gaku’s grandparents agree, as they silently peek through the ajar kitchen door, the dancing embers of young love, so heartwarmingly sweet.