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[dreamingkitsunewrites]

┍━━ ☽【ஓ๑♡Queen of the Night - 0. Prologue ♡๑ஓ】☾━━┑

Chapter 0- Prologue "Queen of the night". | AO3 link here

Synopsis: a beginning in medias res

TW: angst, swearing, suggestive language.

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♫♬♪─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ Chapter Soundtrack: "Queen of the Night by Hey Violet ⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻."♫♬♪

Y/N pov

11.32pm

Less than 30 minutes remain in my shift. The bar is unusually quiet tonight—definitely more so than a typical Wednesday. Just a handful of patrons linger at tables tucked away in the corners of the dance floor. The small stage is empty; with no live music on weeknights, I’m left to rely on the soft background tunes spilling from the speakers to stave off the boredom. I trust this random playlist on repeat to keep me company until I can finally escape this place.

As one song fades, the hauntingly familiar notes of a piano melody begin to play… 

I've bandaged your bruises, you've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started that we'd end up here, here?

Choso. Why do I never see it coming? The emotion, the pain, him… and now this song, hitting me out of nowhere like a slap in the face. These lyrics strike me harder than a thousand knives, reopening wounds I’m still trying to stitch. My grip tightens around the lipstick-stained glass in my hand as memories I wish I could erase come flooding back. Will I ever forget? Do I even want to?

Choso and I never needed many words to understand each other. Being there for one another during our lowest moments was more than enough: cold, pale skin… rough, calloused hands. Him. Bruised knuckles, wounded pride, clenched teeth. I remember sitting across from him in my bathroom, carefully wrapping his sore knuckles in white bandages after he pushed himself too hard yet again. “I need to get stronger… this time I- fuck.” Choso winced in pain as my fingers brushed against his injured skin. “Sorry, my hand slipped….” Our eyes met, his battered soul looking deep into mine.

A subtle tremor coursed through him and into me, a silent electricity igniting our senses. I resumed my ministrations, both our hands trembling now: I still can't  tell it was out of fear or if it was simply the dawning intimacy we were creating.

Choso’s the only one who saw me at my lowest… that night he rescued me from the bar.  Delusion and self-pity drowning alongside the alcohol in my veins. Intrusive thoughts clouded my mind as I leaned against his tall, solid frame for support. How do I always let my guard down? What if my ex is right? What if I’m worthless? What if… Choso’s cold hands gently wrapped around my ankles, grounding me in reality. He brought me home safely tha night, helping me remove my heels, and kneeling beside me on the cold bathroom floor. I don’t remember every detail of those first moments of intimacy, but I will never forget how he quietly cared for me, holding back my hair as I threw up, cradling me like a child as I cried uncontrollably.

Who’d known when we started that we’d end up in so deep?

But you reach out and touch me, say my name like a prayer

All my friends say you're dangerous, but I don't fucking care

Time passed by and we couldn't see how close we had grown… until the moment my name slipped from his lips like a prayer, barely audible over the torrential rain outside my window.

All my friends warned me against getting involved with him, especially after that incident… but never, not even for tiny second, I’ve feared his superhuman strength "It’s too dangerous to be so close to him; you’ll end up being hurt one day,” they said… but I never listened; I never cared about their opinions. They never understood what we had, how could they?

'Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Being with Choso makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. I crave the thrill only he can provide, the way my heart raced as we danced in the rain, the butterflies in my stomach whenever he touched me… I still cherish the astonishment in discovering his half-cursed nature, the excitement of the unknown unfolding day after day in front of my eyes… I never thought twice around him. I felt fearless by his side; his comforting presence was enough to make me feel stronger and freer than I ever had.

We had our issues, it’s true… I tried to heal the scars still etched on his soul with everything I had. But the road to redemption isn’t easy, and insecurity chipped away at us day by day. Yet, even after the hurtful words he spoke, I still hold onto hope that he will return to me, safe and sound, and that we’ll start anew… because no matter how many times he tells me to walk away, to change my path and leave it all behind….I just can’t turn my back to him.

When the night goes quiet and we're up in your room

And you're kissing my fingers, and I kiss your tattoo

I could play in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

I long to feel that sensation again—the intimacy of lying naked beside him in the stillness of the night, the soft sound of rain enveloping us. I crave to become the object of the adoring look in those amber eyes once again,right as he brings my hand to his lips to kiss each one of my fingertips with sacred deliberateness. My fingers still itch to trace the marks adorning his delicate features of his face once more.

I miss those lazy days spent together in bed, talking for hours about nothing, wrapped up between the sheets and his strong arms. Choso would frown and hold my waist as I tried to get up to go the bathroom, keeping me from leaving the bed with a frown. Those lazy moments of playfulness between us were the best...No one will ever compare to him.

Boy I love ya, always gonna

The glass I’m holding slips from my fingers, shattering on the ground and snapping me out of my reverie. I stand frozen in the middle of the bar, too numb to move.

“YN, are you okay? Did you cut yourself?” My colleague rushes over, kneeling to clean up the mess I’ve made. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

“I’m sorry… I… I just need a moment.” I hurry to the bathroom. Leaning against the sink, I stare at my reflection… 'Boy, I love ya, always gonna'… No, this can’t be the end. We will find our way back to each other, even if it takes months, even years… 'just come home to me safe and sound, Cho… I promise we’ll find a way to fix this and finally be together again.'

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[dreamingkitsunewrites]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Qʊɛɛռ օʄ ȶɦɛ Nɨɢɦȶ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Tumblr Materialist | READ ON AO3 here

Synopsis: Choso never thought he could be something more than a weapon. For all of his life he trained, fought, protected... After a year of strenuous battles, he finally glimpses the promise of a new,normal existence alongside Yuji. Yet, as he embraces this new beginning, he finds himself grappling with the tumult of unfamiliar emotions, the delicate intricacies of the human heart... Enter YN, Yuuji's new neighbor—a wanderess, a dreamer. With her heart always wide open, she struggles with the consequences of becoming attached to everyone and everything in her path. But as their lives intertwine, a shadow from Choso's past threatens to come back from the dead, mining his path towards redemption and happiness.

Tags: Heavy angst, fluff, slow-burn, and Major TWs ahead. Pls make sure to properly read the TW section before approaching each chapter. • MDNI •

♬⋆.˚"Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you" ♬⋆.˚

Chapters Index: ─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻

0. ♫♬♪Prologue. Queen of the Night♫♬♪

1. (Coming soon...)

Taglist:

[lethargiccryptid]

Okay.....I already LOVE this 🥰🥰🥰

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Qʊɛɛռ օʄ ȶɦɛ Nɨɢɦȶ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Tumblr Materialist | READ ON AO3 here

Synopsis: Choso never thought he could be something more than a weapon. For all of his life he trained, fought, protected... After a year of strenuous battles, he finally glimpses the promise of a new,normal existence alongside Yuji. Yet, as he embraces this new beginning, he finds himself grappling with the tumult of unfamiliar emotions, the delicate intricacies of the human heart... Enter YN, Yuuji's new neighbor—a wanderess, a dreamer. With her heart always wide open, she struggles with the consequences of becoming attached to everyone and everything in her path. But as their lives intertwine, a shadow from Choso's past threatens to come back from the dead, mining his path towards redemption and happiness.

Tags: Heavy angst, fluff, slow-burn, and Major TWs ahead. Pls make sure to properly read the TW section before approaching each chapter. • MDNI •

A/N: this fic holds a special, personal meaning for me. I've poured my heart and soul into it, I really hope someone will like it💜 thanks in advance for reading 💜 let me know if you want to be included in a taglist!

♬⋆.˚"Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you" ♬⋆.˚

Chapters Index: ─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻

0. ♫♬♪Prologue. Queen of the Night♫♬♪

1. (Coming soon...)

Taglist:

[lazyjellyfish300]

I crave the thrill only he can provide, the way my heart raced as we danced in the rain, the butterflies in my stomach whenever he touched me… I still cherish the astonishment in discovering his half-cursed nature, the excitement of the unknown unfolding day after day in front of my eyes… I never thought twice around him. I felt fearless by his side; his comforting presence was enough to make me feel stronger and freer than I ever had.

┍━━ ☽【ஓ๑♡Queen of the Night - 0. Prologue ♡๑ஓ】☾━━┑

Chapter 0- Prologue "Queen of the night". | AO3 link here

Synopsis: a beginning in medias res

TW: angst, swearing, suggestive language.

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

♫♬♪─•────ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ Chapter Soundtrack: "Queen of the Night by Hey Violet ⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻."♫♬♪

Y/N pov

11.32pm

Less than 30 minutes remain in my shift. The bar is unusually quiet tonight—definitely more so than a typical Wednesday. Just a handful of patrons linger at tables tucked away in the corners of the dance floor. The small stage is empty; with no live music on weeknights, I’m left to rely on the soft background tunes spilling from the speakers to stave off the boredom. I trust this random playlist on repeat to keep me company until I can finally escape this place.

As one song fades, the hauntingly familiar notes of a piano melody begin to play… 

I've bandaged your bruises, you've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started that we'd end up here, here?

Choso. Why do I never see it coming? The emotion, the pain, him… and now this song, hitting me out of nowhere like a slap in the face. These lyrics strike me harder than a thousand knives, reopening wounds I’m still trying to stitch. My grip tightens around the lipstick-stained glass in my hand as memories I wish I could erase come flooding back. Will I ever forget? Do I even want to?

Choso and I never needed many words to understand each other. Being there for one another during our lowest moments was more than enough: cold, pale skin… rough, calloused hands. Him. Bruised knuckles, wounded pride, clenched teeth. I remember sitting across from him in my bathroom, carefully wrapping his sore knuckles in white bandages after he pushed himself too hard yet again. “I need to get stronger… this time I- fuck.” Choso winced in pain as my fingers brushed against his injured skin. “Sorry, my hand slipped….” Our eyes met, his battered soul looking deep into mine.

A subtle tremor coursed through him and into me, a silent electricity igniting our senses. I resumed my ministrations, both our hands trembling now: I still can't  tell it was out of fear or if it was simply the dawning intimacy we were creating.

Choso’s the only one who saw me at my lowest… that night he rescued me from the bar.  Delusion and self-pity drowning alongside the alcohol in my veins. Intrusive thoughts clouded my mind as I leaned against his tall, solid frame for support. How do I always let my guard down? What if my ex is right? What if I’m worthless? What if… Choso’s cold hands gently wrapped around my ankles, grounding me in reality. He brought me home safely tha night, helping me remove my heels, and kneeling beside me on the cold bathroom floor. I don’t remember every detail of those first moments of intimacy, but I will never forget how he quietly cared for me, holding back my hair as I threw up, cradling me like a child as I cried uncontrollably.

Who’d known when we started that we’d end up in so deep?

But you reach out and touch me, say my name like a prayer

All my friends say you're dangerous, but I don't fucking care

Time passed by and we couldn't see how close we had grown… until the moment my name slipped from his lips like a prayer, barely audible over the torrential rain outside my window.

All my friends warned me against getting involved with him, especially after that incident… but never, not even for tiny second, I’ve feared his superhuman strength "It’s too dangerous to be so close to him; you’ll end up being hurt one day,” they said… but I never listened; I never cared about their opinions. They never understood what we had, how could they?

'Cause there's something about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Being with Choso makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. I crave the thrill only he can provide, the way my heart raced as we danced in the rain, the butterflies in my stomach whenever he touched me… I still cherish the astonishment in discovering his half-cursed nature, the excitement of the unknown unfolding day after day in front of my eyes… I never thought twice around him. I felt fearless by his side; his comforting presence was enough to make me feel stronger and freer than I ever had.

We had our issues, it’s true… I tried to heal the scars still etched on his soul with everything I had. But the road to redemption isn’t easy, and insecurity chipped away at us day by day. Yet, even after the hurtful words he spoke, I still hold onto hope that he will return to me, safe and sound, and that we’ll start anew… because no matter how many times he tells me to walk away, to change my path and leave it all behind….I just can’t turn my back to him.

When the night goes quiet and we're up in your room

And you're kissing my fingers, and I kiss your tattoo

I could play in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

I long to feel that sensation again—the intimacy of lying naked beside him in the stillness of the night, the soft sound of rain enveloping us. I crave to become the object of the adoring look in those amber eyes once again,right as he brings my hand to his lips to kiss each one of my fingertips with sacred deliberateness. My fingers still itch to trace the marks adorning his delicate features of his face once more.

I miss those lazy days spent together in bed, talking for hours about nothing, wrapped up between the sheets and his strong arms. Choso would frown and hold my waist as I tried to get up to go the bathroom, keeping me from leaving the bed with a frown. Those lazy moments of playfulness between us were the best...No one will ever compare to him.

Boy I love ya, always gonna

The glass I’m holding slips from my fingers, shattering on the ground and snapping me out of my reverie. I stand frozen in the middle of the bar, too numb to move.

“YN, are you okay? Did you cut yourself?” My colleague rushes over, kneeling to clean up the mess I’ve made. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.

“I’m sorry… I… I just need a moment.” I hurry to the bathroom. Leaning against the sink, I stare at my reflection… 'Boy, I love ya, always gonna'… No, this can’t be the end. We will find our way back to each other, even if it takes months, even years… 'just come home to me safe and sound, Cho… I promise we’ll find a way to fix this and finally be together again.'

Thanks for reading this far! Comments and Reblogs are appreciated 💜

Fic Navigation Materialist | next chapter (coming soon)

© dreamingkitsunewrites. Don't repost/ translate my words without my consent please.