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Shattered
The sound of a light chuckle brought Aâviloh back to to his senses from the brink of sleep.
With heavy eyelids he blinked and realised that he had almost fallen asleep in one of the armchairs in front of the roaring fireplace of the living room of Fortemps Manor.
Beside the fireplace stood Haurchefant with two cups in his hands and continued to laugh as the Miqoâte looked at him with drowsy confusion.
âI am barely gone for five minutes and you already fall asleep? It must have been quite a day, huh?â
Without really being able to recall why he was so exhausted, Aâviloh agreed, âIt wasâŚâ
âHere!â, the Elezen said and pressed one of the warm cups into Aâvilohâs hands. âIâll keep you company for a few more minutes but then you should get some rest. Tomorrow everything will look brighter again.â
âThank you.â, a honest smile appeared on the Miqoâteâs face. Haurchefants optimism never failed to cheer him up.
âItâs no wonder though that youâve almost fell asleep. Itâs quite comfortable here, isnât it?â, Haurchefant pondered in regards of the always burning faceplace and richly cushioned furniture. âBut your sweater also seems very soft and cozy. I like the color too, it looks very nice on you.â
âOh! Thank youâŚâ, Aâbiloh murmured a little embarrassed. He had made this sweater with Tataruâs help from some wool he had bought at Camp Cloudtop. âI made it myself. Itâs really nothing special thoughâŚâ
âNothing special? I donât know, I think such a Talent is quite admirable! I for my part would not be able to make something like this.â, the Elezen laughed and wasnât going to let Aâviloh belittle his own skills. âBesides, Alphinaud told me you are quite talented at all kinds of crafts, even at forging weapons and armour. Is that really true?â
âSort of.â, Aâviloh admitted. âBut Rael and I work together on things most of the time, so itâs not just my skills reallyâŚâ
âAh, you two are such a wonderful team! Together you can probaby do anything! Besides, I find such craftsmanship very impressive!â, Haurchefant praised. âDo you think you could forge something for sometime? I would feel very honored! Maybe a new chain mail or a better shield!â
Still a little embarrased Aâviloh shrugged. âSure, why not? I would be happy toâŚâ
The Elezen grinned bright and friendly as he nonchalantly said, âMaybe if you had done so sooner, I would still be aliveâŚâ
For a second he was simply confused. Then an uneasy feeling unfurled in Aâvilohâs chest as he realised that something was wrong.
Horribly wrong.
Suddenly the cup in Haurchefantâs hands slipped through his fingers. Loudly it crashed to the floor, bursting into myriads of unfixable pieces and spilling the hot liquid across the carpet.
Alarmed Aâviloh looked back up only to find the Elezen raise a hand to his chest and stare down in shock as it was immediately stained red with blood.
Gasping for air Haurchefant sank to his knees and clawed his hands into the fabric of Aâvilohâs sweater, trying to steady himself. Helplessly he stared as Haurchefant coughed and gasped, slowly suffocating on his own blood, while little splatters of it landed on the Miqoâteâs face.
Finally his grip loosened and as if in slow motion Haurchefants sank to the floor of the living room at Aâvilohâs feet, lying motionless, while the carpet was slowly stained red by a puddle of blood that grew bigger and bigger and bigger.
With dead eyes the Elezen stared up to him and through red lips and teeth he murmured in a ghostly echoing voice, âI wish I never met you. I wish I let you die in that blizzard. I saved your life and offered you all my love. And as reward you killed me. You killed me. You killed meâŚâ
Aâviloh woke up screaming.
With a jolt he sat up and buried his face in his hands as he realised it had just been a nightmare. He shivered and looked through the unfamiliar, sparsely furnished inn room. The flames in the fire place had long died and left the room to a cold, dark atmosphere, barely illuminated by the moon shining in through the window.
Right, he remembered. He had fled here after⌠Oh, if only all of this had just been a nightmare too.
Unsuccessfully he tried to suppress the memory that flared up in his mind again.
After the incident it had taken Rael and Alphinaud quite a bit of persuasion to make Aâviloh leave the side of their fallen friend and steer the Miqoâteâs dazed body back to Fortemps Manor. Once there he had barely dared to look Lord Fortemps or Artoirel and Emmanellain in the eyes, yet alone say anything.
And as he had watched Haurchefantâs father crumble and fall to his knees in grief, something had simply shattered inside of Aâviloh. Then and there he had whirled around and ran. How insolent his presence there must have been, offering nothing more than empty excuses while their son and brother lay dead because of him.
After aimlessly walking the city until it was dark and his body began to feel numb from the cold, Aâviloh had decided to seek refuge at the Forgotten Knight. He would not return to Fortemps Manor, so Haurchefantâs family would not have to tolerate seeing his face ever again. Or maybe he just didnât want to see theirâs.
Gibrillont had looked at the Miqoâteâs distressed appearance with worry but had gladly not asked any questions and just given him a room where he could stay and rest.
Still he shivered, only partially because of the cold, and tried to push the nightmare and the memories away. Tried to convince himself that Haurchefant would never say something like this. Nonetheless he could not help but think that the words had only been the truth.
As the shock about the nightmare finally faded, miserable sobs began to echo through the silence. Like a puppet with their strings cut he fell back onto the mattress and curled up, tightly wrapping his arms around his own body, as he shook violently and cried until there were no tears left.
Maybe at some point he would finally fall asleep again, not that his dreams would grant him much rest.
If only he would simply never wake up again.
If only he had never been born.
#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ffxiv writing#Aviloh Tia#ahaha I am so sorry for being this cruel to him again...#I am even more sorry to inform you that the next one isnt going to be better...#but after that I swear!! (maybe...)#Be glad I dont write about A'vi's nightmares more often because I am pretty sure he has a lot of messed up dreams...#Besides a little reminder that between this chapter and the next there is also the tiny thing I wrote for a Vierapril prompt#So maybe take a look at my nuclino list and reread that...#Next one is going to be Raels PoV and will also include some Vierapril screenshots!#Thats all I am going to say for now...#Late posting because I had a busy day and almost forgot#but I said Friday and it still is Friday!
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
Chapter seven âď¸ Got a feeling your electric touch, could fill this ghost town up with life
Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact. mentions of sex, mentions of unrequited feelings, sexual tension, reader teasing Steve sexually, not giving away anything else
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: After you and Steve cross a line, you are the one to take things to a whole new level â driving Steve insane with your never ending teasing.
Word count: 7.4k+
Authorâs note: I know you keep yelling at me but anyways -- shoutout to @hellfire--cult for helping me with this, especially the uh last part hehe.
Also, @prettyboyeddiemunson talked about a little crossover thing, and I love her girl in gods & monsters so she's making a little appearance here for Eddie hehe, all credits go to my bestie of course, the character belongs to her! If you haven't read the story yet, go check it out, it's one of my faves!
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Staring up at the ceiling, Steve sinks deeper into his pillows, finding more comfort in his bed than usual, he takes a deep breath as he runs his hand over his face. He should feel content, knowing that heâs got the day off but instead he feels tense and frustrated in a way he had never felt before.Â
His mind could be anywhere right now, he could think about the new tapes he stacked up at work last night, he could think about the show he watched before he went to bed, he could think about the mixtape Eddie had made for him, he could think about the girl that so obviously tried to flirt with him at work the other day, his mind could take him to any place, his imagination could be limitless but no, his mind is somewhere it shouldnât be, his mind is with you.Â
Nothing he does, nothing he tries to think about can drag his thoughts away from you. You occupy every space of his mind, reminding him of how much control you had taken over him ever since you both crossed a line that changed things between you both.Â
Steve may have been the one who started it at all, but you are the one who took the game to a whole new level.Â
The little accident in his kitchen that happened weeks ago, was only the start of it all.Â
Steve wasnât exactly subtle when he kept checking you out before the fiasco with the broken lever, and he wasnât subtle with his touches either. He was treading on thin ice, he knew that, he knew that his slight teasing could have easily backfired if you reacted differently but it didnât, and your reactions were everything that he was hoping for. You grew flustered, you started blushing, you stuttered and you looked at him the way he was hoping you would.Â
But, what he didnât expect was for you to tease him back, especially in a way that had him blushing, stuttering, and staring at you in shock.Â
You were so innocent and shy at first, doing everything as subtly as possible. It started with gentle touches on his arm or his hand, soft whispers during dinner whenever he sat beside you, or long eye contact. Then, you realized just how much power you had over him and things quickly developed into something more, something so much deeper.
Your teasing was no longer innocent and your shyness seemed to have slipped away more and more, little by little.Â
The look in your eyes was no longer a shy one whenever you looked at each other. There was a fire behind your eyes that he had never seen before. The smirk that tugged at your lips wasnât the same one you usually looked at him with, it was different, mischievous, and very suggestive â a little too suggestive for someone like you because if someone else had looked at him the way you do, heâd think that theyâre flirting but you donât do that and certainly not with him.Â
The only explanation for your behavior is that you are teasing him, playing with him just the way he did with you but not because you want him. He started something that night when Hopper and Joyce announced their engagement. It was harmless at first, his teasing was light and playful, he loved to see those sweet reactions of yours but Steve didnât know that it was a dangerous game that he had started, he didnât know that heâd be playing with fire the moment heâd touch you.Â
Because you are far from harmless, and your teasing is not light and playful in the slightest. If it was, he wouldnât be feeling like this right now; frustrated, agitated and filled with pent up emotions that he canât even make out in his own head.Â
He closes his eyes again as a groan falls from his lips, he shakes his head at himself, cursing inwardly for thinking about no one other than you.Â
Has it always been that way?Â
Have you always been on his mind?Â
Or is it something new?
An unspoken deal was made between the both of you when you two started this. There are no rules, just a winner and a loser â whoever breaks first loses and so far, it seems like Steve wonât even get close to winning, even though he was the one to start it all so confidently.Â
You clearly have taken over, because the moment you looked at him with innocent big eyes and a pout on your lips while pressing your chest against his arm when you tried to squeeze past him, your boobs nearly spilling over your cute little top, your voice sounding raspy from all the weed you had smoked that night, he was done for.Â
It wasnât the first time that a girl had done something like this to him, plenty of girls have given him those innocent eyes, have pressed their boobs against him, in much less clothing⌠but something about you drives him especially crazy. Maybe itâs the fact that you both hate or dislike each other or maybe itâs the fact that he is just extremely frustrated â sexually frustrated. Maybe that is the only reason why you get to him in that way⌠why he feels the want to continue this little game or why he feels the intense need to fuck you and get you out of his mind, once and for all.Â
Another groan falls from his lips when he remembers that Robin bailed on him after she called him in the middle of the night, telling him that she wouldnât make it to lunch today, meaning that it will be just Eddie, you and him.Â
A part of him even looks forward to seeing you, the other part doesnât because he already knows how he will feel afterwards, while you will probably go home feeling satisfied after teasing the hell out of him.Â
Every time before you leave, you look at him as though you had done nothing wrong, which sometimes leads him to believe that youâre not even aware of all the teasing you torture him with and that he was the only one playing this game, all this time.Â
Steve drags himself out of bed and into the bathroom, turning on the shower so the water can heat up while he brushes his teeth. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, rolling his eyes at the mess on his head, he brings his hand up to his hair, running his fingers through it.Â
As he thinks about what to wear, he gets lost in his thoughts, thinking about you, wondering what you will wear. Are you going to wear a dress? Another short skirt to drive him crazy with?Â
He rolls his eyes, cursing inwardly at himself for thinking about you again.Â
He needs to get this out of his system.Â
He needs to get you out of his system.Â
And there is only one way to do it and he knows it, but heâs not even sure where your feelings stand, if youâd be down for what heâs longing for or if youâd laugh in his face if he even tried to suggest something like it. â Your reaction would probably be the latter, and just the thought of it is enough to bring the grumpiness out in him.Â
He begrudgingly starts getting ready, all while his mind keeps him occupied with thoughts about you.Â
He doesnât know what caused all of this, he doesnât know how it happened, how his mind is incapable of thinking about anything or anyone but you these days.Â
He feels as though he had been cursed. You are haunting him, in his mind and even in his dreams, and seeing you all the time doesn't help at all⌠and yet, he wouldnât want it any other way because this little thing between you both makes him feel a thrill that has been missing in his life.Â
By the time Steve pulls up into the parking lot at the diner, you and Eddie are already there.
Youâre sitting on the hood of his car, hands folded in your lap, sunglasses low on your nose, a smile on your lips as youâre nodding along to whatever Eddie is telling you. You look good⌠too good for just a simple breakfast at the diner.Â
He parks the car and after a few deep breaths, he pulls out the keys and gets out, trying not to stare at you as he walks towards the two of you.Â
âHey guys.â
Eddie turns around, a mocking smile on his face, he crosses his arms over his chest, âtook you long enough, big boy.â
Steve chuckles, scratching the back of his neck as he eyes you from the side, âyeah uh, I missed my alarm this morning and Robin woke me up in the middle of the night to bail on us, took me a while to fall back asleep after that.âÂ
You groan at his words, sliding off the car, you smooth down your jean shorts and push your sunglasses up into your hair, âso she keeps ditching us.âÂ
âSheâs in love, Sweetheart,â Eddie winks at you, wiggling his brows, âsheâs got better things to do.âÂ
You roll your eyes at his words and look over Eddieâs shoulder, meeting his eyes for the first time today. You lick your lips as your eyes move down up and down his body.Â
âHey, Lego head.â
Lego head. The silly nickname doesnât quite suit the look in your eyes.Â
âBlondie,â he nods.Â
Eddie chuckles, playing with the keys in his hand as he nudges his head into the direction of the diner, âletâs go eat, Iâm starving.âÂ
âYouâre always starving, Eddie,â you snort as you are the first to start walking.Â
âYeah man, youâre always eating and youâre still starving,â Steve chuckles, walking beside Eddie, âyouâre like a raccoon or something.âÂ
You look over your shoulder, a smile on your lips, âoh heâs definitely a little raccoon.âÂ
Eddieâs lips part in surprise, he looks between you both, âdid you just⌠agree on something?âÂ
You scoff at his words, turning back around without another word while Steve looks down, shaking his head. The weight of Eddieâs arm around his shoulder makes him look back up, though not at you, but at Eddie, whose eyes are filled with amusement.Â
âYouâre not trying to steal my girl are you?âÂ
Steve doesnât know what is about the words âmy girlâ but he feels himself clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. By the tone in Eddieâs voice, he should know that he is only teasing, but apparently his mind isnât able to comprehend that right now.Â
He feels a fire in his chest that he canât even explain, one that only grows even more intense a few moments later, when a guy who was just leaving the diner, steps aside for you after opening the door.Â
Steve canât see your face or the looks you are giving to the man who is staring you up and down with nothing but hunger in his eyes, but by the way you walk past him without even turning your head or looking back, he knows that youâre giving him nothing. And yet, it doesnât stop his anger when the guy keeps checking you out, shamelessly, following you with his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at your ass. Youâre not even aware of it as it seems and it wouldnât be the first time.Â
Steve saw you at Big Buyâs the other day, you were strolling around the aisles in your cute little dress, throwing food items into your basket, completely unaware of his eyes on you. He couldnât look away from you⌠even when everything you did was riling him up, whether it was the way you bend down to reach for something on the lowest shelf, the way you touched your hair or the way your dress was moving by your sides as you walked. As he caught himself staring at you, at your effortless beauty, he knew that he couldnât be the only one â and his suspicions were confirmed, when he looked into the other aisle only to see another guy, not past his 30s staring at you, something that you werenât aware of in the slightest. He also caught himself rolling his eyes and clenching his fists⌠but thatâs something that he easily ignored.Â
Unlike today, he canât even help it when he passes the guy who canât seem to tear his eyes away from you with a deathly glare on his features, feeling anger for how shameless and disrespectful his ogling is, itâs disgusting.Â
âPerv,â Eddie mumbles under his breath, glaring the same way Steve does.Â
The guy doesnât even spare them a single glance, moving past them after taking another long⌠too long look at you before he walks out of the diner.Â
Steve and Eddie roll their eyes, following you to the table that you have already picked, completely unaware of what just happened.Â
You sit down in the booth, sliding over to the window. You put your sunglasses down on the table and instantly reach for the menu.Â
Eddie sits down beside you, while Steve takes the seat across from you. He tries not to look at you, sinking deeper into the leather seats as he reaches for the menu, as well.Â
âWhat are you guys doing afterwards?â Eddie asks.Â
âNothing, just gonna go back home and watch movies or something,â Steve mumbles, peeking over his menu and at you, to find you looking at him already.Â
âPerfect, why donât you two have a little bonding moment and have a movie day together?â Eddie grins, wiggling his brows at the both of you.Â
Steve sees the way you scrunch your nose up at his words, scoffing and shaking your head at him like itâs the most ridiculous thing that you have ever heard, like itâs something that you donât even want to think about.Â
âWeâre getting along just fine, no need for bonding time.âÂ
Right. Steve had been so focused on all your teasing, he almost forgot about how much you two are supposed to dislike each other.Â
âExactly,â Steve winks at Eddie, âBlondie and I are doing just fine.â
He looks back at you, his eyes meet yours, you raise your brows at him, smirking as you tilt your head.Â
âAre we?â You ask softly as you blink at him.Â
Steve leans closer, licking his lips, he opens his mouth to speak but Eddie cuts him off, clapping his hands.Â
âYeah, you are getting along! Now shut your mouths before you start a fight.â
You both snort at the metalhead, leaning back in your seats, neither of you saying a word, you both just look back at your menuâs, focusing on that⌠for now.Â
The busy waitress stops by your table, telling you that she will be back to take your order in a minute, seemingly catching Eddie off guard after placing her hand on his shoulder before she scurries away again.Â
He no longer looks at the menu, he finds something more interesting to look at.Â
Steveâs eyes flash with amusement as he looks over at his friend, whose eyes are wide and cheeks are red, an awestruck expression all over his face. He canât help but nudge your foot under the table, tilting his head towards Eddie when you look up with a frown.
You turn to your best friend. Your features soften, eyes flashing with surprise, you bump your shoulder into his, clearing your throat, âhey Edâs, before you fuck this up again, donât you want to tell Lego head about what happened?â You ask, snickering.Â
Eddie blinks, turning back to you, âh-huh?âÂ
âYou have a man to give you his opinion of what you did wrong.âÂ
Steve furrows his brows, looking between your amused face and his confused one, when Eddieâs eyes flash with realization and he groans in annoyance.Â
âSweetheart, heâs gonna be on my side.â
âWhat opinion?â Steve asks.Â
You turn back to your menu, scoffing at Eddie and rolling your eyes before you glance at him, âyouâll want to kill him.â
Eddie groans, shaking his head, his curls bouncing a little.Â
âYouâll understand, Harrington. Youâre a man. She is⌠looking at it from a feminine side of things.â
Steve gives you a quizzical look, almost laughing at the exasperated look on your face.Â
âAlright shoot,â he says to his friend.
Eddie presses his lips together, taking a deep breath before he folds his hand on the table and looks at him with squinted eyes, âokay so, I saw this girl at the hideout yesterday, Jeff told me to go talk to her, you know⌠so I did. We started talking, she was funny and all that, and you know, I always like to be a little mysterious.âÂ
You snort, making Eddie roll his eyes again, âshut it, Sweetheart.â
âI didnât say anything.â
âAnyways,â Eddie sighs, glaring at you, âso, when she asked me if I was there with a girl, I just said âwouldnât you like to know?ââÂ
Steve draws back a little, raising his brows and pursing his lips, looking perplexed.Â
âUh huh..â You murmur, keeping your eyes on Steve.Â
âEddie,â Steve shakes his head, âjust uh⌠did it⌠what happened then?â
Eddie sighs again, âwell, she rolled her eyes and left, but you know, she may not have a sense of humor so⌠itâs whatever.âÂ
âMunson, that girl had a sense of humor, you just have a lack of fucking tact,â Steve says, shaking his head at his friend, in pure disbelief.Â
Eddieâs jaw drops at his words, while a laugh falls from your lips as you turn to look at your best friend with nothing but satisfaction on your face.Â
âTold you.â
âSeriously!?â Eddie gasps, frowning. âHarrington, you were always mean to girls in the past, and you still slept with them!âÂ
Steve scoffs, shaking his head.Â
âThat was in high school, Munson! You are a grown up now, why the hell would you do that? Just tell her you were there alone or with friends!âÂ
Eddieâs jaw drops again, he slumps back in his seat, throwing his hands up.Â
âI just thought that a mysterious persona would work better than⌠you know⌠bubbly, happy, go lucky guy, desperate to get his dick wet personaâŚâ He whines, âno one wants to fuck me.âÂ
You giggle, hiding your face behind the menu.Â
Steveâs lips curl into a smile, he points a finger at you, âIâm gonna have to agree with Blondie, again, youâre a fucking idiot.âÂ
âDonât worry, Eds. Iâll help you,â you say, smiling, âIâll teach you how to flirt.âÂ
âHow are you gonna do that, Blondie? Do you even know how to flirt?â Steve snorts.Â
You may be a tease, a good one at that, but a flirt? No. Youâre too rough, too mean, too harsh to be a flirtatious person, you can barely hold a conversation with someone without going off at them about something, you wouldnât even know where to begin with, unlike him.Â
He is a flirty person, he has charm, he knows how to wrap a girl around his finger with just a few simple words.Â
He doesnât know what to expect, but he surely didnât expect for you to smile at him, to shrug and give him nothing more than a glance that tells him how wrong he is.Â
After the waitress comes back to take your order, leaving Eddie a blushing mess, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, only to come back with your hair now free from the scrunchie that kept it together and another coat of gloss on your lips, something that instantly catches Steveâs eyes.Â
You place your elbows on the table, putting your chin into your palm, blinking at him innocently.Â
The look in your eyes tells him that youâre up to no good, but he canât look away. He leans closer to the table, licking his lips as he raises his brows at you. Both of you are unaware of Eddie, who is basically drooling over the pretty waitress, too distracted to notice the looks you are giving to each other.
âThe waitress, is she from Hawkins? Never seen her in my fucking life,â Eddie murmurs in awe.Â
Steve turns his head to look at the woman, a gasp nearly tears from his lips when he feels your foot on his calf and you pull his attention back on you, he stares at you with wide eyes.Â
Smirking in satisfaction, you pull your foot back and look down at your nails.
âI-I donât know, Munson, not familiar.â He stutters without looking away.Â
Steve knew that this would happen, that you would tease him in one way or another, but he didnât know yet, just where you would take this today.Â
When your milkshakes arrive at the table, both you and Steve watch Eddie with amusement as he stares up at the blonde waitress, eyes moving back and forth between her face and her chest, not knowing what to look at first.Â
His eyes get stuck on the dainty cross necklace around her neck, seemingly growing more intrigued by her, his dark eyes meeting her blue ones.Â
Steve narrows his eyes at you, almost laughing when you look at him, at the same time.Â
Eddieâs cheeks are even more flushed than before now, his eyes wide, lips parted. The girl presses her lips together, trying not to giggle at the look on his face.Â
âYour food will come right up,â she says, looking between you all before her eyes meet Eddieâs again as she takes the last milkshake off the tray, putting it on the table and sliding it towards him.Â
He clears his throat, wrapping his fingers around the glass before she can even let go.Â
Both you and Steve watch the way she smiles down at Eddie and at the fingers brushing against hers.Â
âThanks, Sweetheart,â he smirks at her, surprising both you and Steve with the confidence in his voice.Â
The girl smiles in surprise, before she turns around, walking away from the table but not without giving Eddie another glance, his lips curl into a bigger smirk and he waves his fingers at her.
Your mouth drops and so does Steveâs, both of you, looking at each other again, with stunned and puzzled expressions on your faces.
âDude,â Steve mumbles, slowly turning to face his friend, âtell me⌠how did you fuck this up again⌠at the hideout, I mean?âÂ
Eddie only looks back when the girl disappears into the kitchen, âthe girl at the hideout just wasnât the right one.â
âOh, and this one is?â Steve chuckles, pointing his thumb to where the waitress walked off to.Â
âYeah,â Eddie says, dreamily. âSheâs soâŚâ
âHot?â You ask as you reach for your milkshake, grabbing the red and white straw between your thumb and your pointer finger.
âGorgeous,â he blushes.Â
Your lips tug into a smile, you bring your hand up to his face, pinching his cheek, âaw, look at you.âÂ
He swats your hand away, snorting.Â
âI thought you didnât know how to flirt, youâre doing such a good job, keep it up, Eds.âÂ
âWhat can I say, Iâm full of surprises,â Eddie winks at you before he looks away, eyes searching for the waitress again.Â
âHe doesnât need your help after all,â Steve laughs, tilting his head, ânot that youâd be much of a help anyways.âÂ
You squint your eyes at him, shrugging at his words, and you surprise him with your silence.Â
He watches the way you lean forward, placing your elbow on the table as you finally wrap your lips around the straw. Your eyelashes flutter and you tap your red fingernails against the glass, a moan falling from your lips.Â
âMmmh, thatâs so good.âÂ
Steve nearly jumps from his seat, the sound making his stomach flutter, he clenches his fists, staring at you with wide eyes.Â
Thereâs no smirk on your lips, no mischief behind your eyes, nothing but innocence is etched into your features â youâre not even teasing him, it was nothing but a genuine reaction to the sweet drink. And itâs something that frustrates him even more.Â
You reach for the maraschino cherry next, popping it into your mouth before you lick the whipped cream off your finger.Â
Steveâs breath hitches in his throat, he shifts in his seat, trying to look away from your lips⌠that are still wrapped around your finger but he canât, his eyes are stuck, his body is stuck, he canât move, all that he can do is watch you.
And then, you look towards him, eyes flashing with surprise when you find him staring. He hopes to see you blushing but instead, a smirk tugs at your lips as you release your finger, scooping up some more whipped cream before you bring it up to your lips.Â
And this is where the real teasing begins.Â
Steve nearly gasps when you hold eye contact this time as you lick the cream off your fingers, letting out another, softer moan.Â
Holy fuck.Â
Steveâs eyes darken, he swallows harshly, clenching his jaw in anger.Â
Eddie is too busy with his own milkshake, ogling the waitress as she talks to customers at the bar, completely unaware of how you both eyefuck each other, the way Steve canât take his eyes off of you.Â
By the look in your eyes, Steve knows how much fun youâre having with this, you know how much it frustrates him, you know what youâre doing to him.Â
And as though, all of this wasnât bad enough already. You then accidentally drop some of the whipped cream on your chest.Â
âOops,â you purr, giving him an innocent look through your lashes.Â
The warmth in his chest only grows more intense, spreading across his whole body, filling him up with need and a deep hunger that keeps growing and growing, one that can only be satiated in one way â he needs you, just once, he needs to have you, he needs to taste you, he needs to fuck you, he needs you out of his system for good.Â
He had enough of this, of all this teasing.Â
He would fuck you right there on this table if he could.
But, despite your teasing, despite the look in your eyes, despite your little act, he is still not sure about where you stand. He knows how you react to his touches, to his teasing, but a part of him fears rejection if he does make a move.Â
You are barely even friends, and the thought of making a fool of himself, in front of you, makes him want to crawl into a hole.Â
You are both playing this game, but while he knows what he wants, he doesnât know what you want.Â
Maybe you just enjoy this little back and forth, waiting for him to break first before you move along and pretend like nothing ever happened. Maybe you donât even expect anything to come out of this. Maybe you donât even want him the way he wants you. Maybe you just like to tease him because you know that it's riling him up.Â
So what is left for him to do?Â
Stop this game and move on? Or⌠keep going and wait for something more to happen?Â
Heâs had enough of your teasing, but heâs far from losing, there is still some power left in him⌠some.Â
He wonât sit here and let you get away with this.Â
So despite the uncomfortable strain in his pants, despite the burning in his skin, he plasters a smirk on his blushing face and reaches forward, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he mimics you, he grabs his glass and he reaches for the cherry on his milkshake, purposely dropping some whipped cream on the table as he puts the cherry in his mouth. He chews slowly, licking his finger tips while he watches you slowly, the way your smile slowly falls, the way your eyes widen a little.Â
He bites back the smirk as he scoops up the whipped cream off the table, with both his middle finger and ring finger, bringing them up to his lips, he looks back into your wide eyes as he places them into his mouth, watching the way you break eye contact to look at his lips.Â
Your throat bobs as you swallow, tightening your grip on your glass as you watch the way he licks his fingers slowly.Â
He can see the way you shift in your seat, the way your breathing gets heavier and your eyes darken, the way you lick your lips and how flustered you get as you look back into his eyes.Â
You are pressing your thighs together, he just knows you are.Â
He pulls his fingers out of his mouth, smirking at you in satisfaction while you still sit there, frozen in place. He breaks eye contact, looking down at his vanilla milkshake as though nothing happened.
âYou gotta give this one a ride home, Harrington,â Eddie mumbles, pointing at you without tearing his eyes away from the bar, âI think Iâm gonna stay here a little longer.â
You clear your throat.Â
Steve expects you to be more⌠nervous, to hear your voice wavering, but instead, it sounds confident, filled with yet more teasing as you open your mouth to speak.Â
âOh, I would love a ride home with Stevie,â you smile at him innocently as your foot touches his calf again, but this time, it doesnât just stay there, you move it up, just a little, but enough to nearly make him choke on his drink.Â
âSo you can keep getting on his nerves?â Eddie chuckles.Â
You lick your lips, smirking as you nod your head slowly, âexactly.â
Yeah, you donât really do this anymore, getting on each otherâs nerves, you both have found something so much better and much more interesting to do to one another.Â
âYou know I always win, Blondie,â Steve says so very confidently, like he isnât slowly losing his mind because his want for you is beginning to consume him entirely.Â
You tilt your head at him as you bite your lip, the sleeve of your blouse slowly sliding down your shoulder, making him gulp.Â
âDo you?â You ask, batting your lashes at him, provoking him with the look on your face.Â
He bites the insides of his cheeks, nodding at your words, âmhmm.â
A breathy chuckle falls from your lips, you shrug and lean back, âweâll see.â
Eddie doesnât know that youâre talking about something entirely else now, but he couldnât care less, when heâs got his eyes set on someone that stole his breath away.Â
He uses every second he gets with the pretty waitress to flirt, whether itâs through glances when she passes by or through his charming words when she delivers the food to the table.Â
He happily eats his burger and his fries, eyes following the blonde wherever she goes, completely blind to whatâs happening right next to and in front of him.Â
You and Steve keep staring at one another, eyes filled with intense need, hands itching to reach out to the other.Â
Steve feels the longing inside his chest, intensifying as the minutes go by, driving him insane. It gets to a point where he canât wait to get the hell out of this diner so he can go home and take care of himself. He is not sure if he had ever felt this desperate before â he surely never had to rush home to jerk off, but thatâs what he feels like now, like heâs going to explode if he sits here any longer.Â
The moment you decide on leaving, Steve nearly throws himself out of his seat, feeling no patience left inside of him.Â
âI got this covered,â Eddie announces, pulling out his wallet as he gets out of the booth so you can get out, âyou two can go.âÂ
You grab your sunglasses and get up, putting your hand on Eddieâs shoulder, âI see what youâre trying to do, you wanna get rid of us so you can flirt with the hot blonde.âÂ
He wiggles his brows, smirking at you proudly, âgotta score a date with my dream girl.âÂ
Steve chuckles, grabbing the car keys from his pocket, he smirks at Eddie, âjust donât mess it up again.âÂ
Eddie shakes his head, ânah never.âÂ
âAlright casanova, call me and tell me how it went.âÂ
âCall you?â He frowns, âIâll be there to raid your kitchen tonight, sweets.âÂ
You step away from him, brushing past Steve, âalright raccoon, Iâll see you later then.âÂ
âSee ya,â he chuckles.Â
With a sigh, Steve looks at Eddie, playing with his keys and giving him a nod.Â
âGood luck, man.â
âThanks,â Eddie winks, âand donât kill each other!â He jokes, ignoring the weird looks heâs given from an older couple two booths away.Â
âDonât worry, weâre not at that point anymore.âÂ
Youâre at a whole different point now, one that doesnât make him angry, not exactly, just one that drives him up the wall.Â
Steve stares at your hips, at the way your shorts hug your body so nicely, the way your ass looks so good in them. He forces his eyes away, feeling a little startled when you turn around to face him before you open the door, a friendly smile appears on your face and he realizes that you arenât looking at him, but at Eddieâs âdream girlâ, waving goodbye at the girl before you step out.Â
He feels the sudden need to talk, hoping that you wonât tease him any further in the car, because if you do, he isnât sure if he will manage to control himself the way he did, the whole time at the diner.Â
He rubs the back of his neck, walking down the steps, he clears his throat.Â
âDo you think he will manage to score a date?â
You slow down as you put your sunglasses on, âyeah, Iâm pretty sure he will.â
Steve chuckles, nodding.Â
âShe seems nice, and sheâs pretty,â you say.
So are you. Steve thinks to himself.Â
âSheâs got the kind of blonde hair you wanted when you ruined your hair with the blonde dye, huh?â
Steve canât see your eyes behind your sunglasses, but he can see the amused look on your features as your lips curl into a smile.Â
He ignores the way it feels when you step closer to him, when your hand brushes against his knuckles, sending chills throughout his whole body.Â
âActually, I wanted it even lighter, and how would I know that the pictures on the box dye were lies, it said it lightens up any hair color to that specific color!âÂ
Steve laughs at you, âwhat color were you hoping for?âÂ
You shrug, stepping away from him again when you walk around his car to the passenger side.Â
âI wanted like a Dolly Parton or uh⌠Heather Locklear kind of blonde.âÂ
He unlocks the car and opens his door, raising his brows at you, âwow, you should have gone to a hair salon, Blondie.â
You lift your sunglasses, rolling your eyes at him, âit was a spontaneous decision, I thought I could handle that myself, Iâm definitely never touching hair dye again.â
âJust call me, next time,â he winks at you as he gets into the car, âIâm a pro at doing hair.âÂ
You laugh at him as you get in as well, âdidnât know you were a hairdresser, Harrington.âÂ
âThey donât call me âthe hairâ for nothing.âÂ
âOh wow. I wouldnât trust you with my hair, who knows what color youâd dye my hair to.â
âMaybe Iâd get it to the Dolly Parton blonde that you wanted.âÂ
âYeah, right!â You scoff at him, âcause youâre such an expert!âÂ
A smile tugs at his lips, it almost feels normal, sitting here in his car with you, talking like this, it almost distracts him enough from the strong tension between you both, from the pull that is dragging him towards you, more and more.Â
Despite the frustration that he feels from all your teasing, he cannot help but want to keep playing the little game.Â
The sun is shining brightly, pulling down the sun visor wonât be enough â how convenient it is that he keeps his sunglasses in the glove compartment. He could ask you to get them but instead, he moves closer, âIâm sorry,â he murmurs before he places his hand on your knee as he reaches forward so he can get his ray-banâs.Â
Satisfaction rushes through him when he hears you sucking in a sharp breath.Â
But, his longing intensifies when he gets a whiff of your perfume and feels how soft your skin actually is.Â
He clearly never thinks things through, his little plans always backfire.Â
The want to wrap his hand around your thigh and keep it there is so strong⌠so goddamn strong, but he pulls away begrudgingly, holding back the smirk when he feels your eyes on him. He puts the sunglasses on, and finally starts the car.Â
Your silence surprises him, but he knows that itâs something that wonât stay for long.Â
Hungry Like The Wolf by Duran Duran starts playing and Steve almost wants to laugh at the irony, this is exactly what he feels like right now, hungry like a fucking wolf, hungry for you.Â
If you had been any other girl, he wouldâve made a move on you, a long long time ago. He would have flirted more obviously, he wouldâve taken your hand in his, he wouldâve brushed your hair out of your face before leaning in to kiss you.
But youâre not just any girl, youâre⌠you.Â
You love this little game, and no matter how flustered you get, no matter the looks you are giving him, he still struggles to read you, he still struggles to figure out whether you want what he wants or not.Â
He is waiting for a sign, but itâs almost like heâs blind to anything you give to him.Â
He holds the steering wheel tightly, keeping his other hand on the gearstick, dangerously close to your thigh. He keeps sneaking glances at you, at your soft skin, at the way you press your legs together, at the way your fingers play with the loose string on your shorts.Â
Steveâs face grows hot, his heart beating faster in his chest.Â
He almost feels relieved when your house comes into view, and he pulls up into your driveway.Â
âSo⌠what are you doing today?â You ask as you unbuckle your seatbelt, âbesides having a movie day by yourself.âÂ
You turn your body towards him, not making any moves to get out of the car yet.Â
âUh⌠I donât know,â he lies, his cheeks glowing red.Â
He already knows what heâs gonna do the moment he walks through his front door.Â
You take your sunglasses off, biting your lip as your eyes move up and down his body, making him shift uncomfortably, yet again.Â
âWell, Iâm going to lay out in the sun, in my new red bikini.âÂ
Steveâs eyes widen, and he almost starts drooling at the images that start forming in his mind.Â
Images of you⌠half naked.Â
âWe should have a pool party at some point,â you smile, blinking at him as you start inching closer to him, looking down at his lips.Â
âUh huhâŚâ
âBut anyways, I should get going,â you sigh, catching him by surprise when you place your hand on his thigh, so dangerously close to where he needs you the most, âthanks for the ride, Stevie.âÂ
And as though that wasnât bad enough.Â
You almost cause his heart to stop beating, when your face is only inches away from him now, and you press your lips against his cheek, kissing him, completely shocking him, leaving him a stuttering mess.Â
He lost all ability to speak, all he can do is stare at you, as his skin tingles and his heart races.Â
You smirk at him, eying his red cheeks.Â
âWho wouldâve thought that Steve Harrington would ever blush for me,â you say smugly, before you pull away and get out of the car, giggles falling from your lips. Without another word, you close the door and walk away, looking over your shoulder one more time, still giggling.Â
Fuck.Â
His frustration turns into anger when the realization starts creeping in slowly.Â
The smug look on your face, the smirk and your stupid giggles prove his point, that you did all of this not because you wanted him, but because you wanted to win this fucking game.Â
Thatâs all it is, thatâs all it ever was.Â
A game.Â
He doesnât know what the feeling in his chest is, whether itâs the feeling of annoyance or rejection, but it only irritates him even further, especially when all he can think about is still you.Â
You in your stupid red bikini, lying under the sun, looking pretty and hot⌠looking like someone he can never have, not even for a single night.Â
He is angry, angry at himself for still wanting you, for needing you, for wishing that he could feel your bare body underneath him, for wishing to hear your moans, your voice calling out his name, your hands clinging to his body, fingers tugging at his hair.Â
Despite the rejection, he feels his stupid jeans getting tighter, his dick straining against the fabric, making him feel uncomfortable and so needy to a point that the moment he gets home, he rushes upstairs and into the bathroom.Â
He slams the door shut and presses his back against it, hastily unbuckling his belt, the clinking and his heavy breathing being the only sounds to fill the room⌠for now. He pushes down his boxers and his pants, just enough so he can pull his dick out â his tip is an angry red, already leaking with pre cum, he spits into his hand before he wraps his hand around his aching cock.Â
That is all that it takes for a needy whimper to fall from his lips.Â
He closes his eyes, throwing his head back against the door as he starts jerking off slowly.Â
Images of you curse and bless his mind at the same time.Â
He wonders what it would be like to feel your hand around his dick or what it would be like to feel your lips on his neck, your whispers in his ear as you take care of him.Â
He furrows his brows, lips parting as his moans get louder and he begins to move his hand faster and faster, squeezing his eyes shut.Â
He pictures you on your knees for him, your hands replaced by your lips as he shuts you up with his cock in your mouth, silencing you once and for all, while tears stream down your cheeks.
âOh fuckâŚâ Steve whimpers, getting lost in pleasure.Â
He wanted nothing more than to bend you over the table when you started teasing him with the stupid whipped cream, but all he can think about now is you on your knees worshiping him.Â
His muscles tighten as he increases the tempo, using his thumb to rub the slit as he imagines it being the tip of your tongue as you look at him with big and teary eyes.Â
And he doesnât know for how long he was imagining you like this, but it doesnât matter because he is soon spilling in his hand, a loud groan escaping his lips as well as a shaky breath, the back of his head hitting the door as he tries to ease his breathing.Â
Maybe three minutes passed, or twenty, but it didnât matter. His cum is already on his hand and in your honor.Â
But this didnât satiate his hunger, nor his lust for you in the slightest.Â
Nothing that he could possibly do will.Â
He can imagine you and take care of himself all he wants, but it wonât change the way he wants you, the way he craves you.Â
He knows that there is only one way to get rid of this.
Tomorrow he will put his frustration away. Thatâs all it is, frustration. He just needs to let it out. He needs to fucking breathe again.Â
Yeah. Tomorrow.Â
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I'm gonna request something for haley bc i love how you write her and not so obsessed. im not sure if you are writing for request? but im gonna give my shot
a prompt where haley as wife, and the farmer was late passed midnight because of mining shit. and almost died (lmao). she got home safely, but limping with her wounds and bruise. then there's haley, saw her wife barely walking and her reaction, just comfort, fluff, worried and taking care of the farmer.
that's all, thanks, no pressure <3
Kiss it Off Me
CHAPTER 7
Chapter Summary:
"I don't like your stupid gift!" She didn't intend for it to sound harsh, but as soon as her mouth opened, she couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "I honestly thought you'd know better than to give me something like this."
Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer
Disclaimer:Â I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.
Warning: violence, blood
Notes:
thanks to anon for being the first-ever reader to request a prompt. I initially thought to make a separate fic for this one but I realized why not make it as a new chapter? There would be some adjustments to the prompt, instead of Haley being the farmer's wife, she'd be somewhere in between a friend and a woman struggling to put a name to what she's feeling with the farmer. I'm really sorry anon for not following the route you're hoping for but I do hope you'll like this one.
Summer 9
The sound of thunder clapping from above her made it difficult for sleep to come that night. Despite the late hour, the darkness outside was illuminated intermittently by flashes of lightning, casting eerie shadows across the walls of her room.
Rain drummed steadily against the glass, a constant reminder of Yoba's fury. The room felt oppressive, suffocating almost, as if the storm had seeped its way indoors, invading her sanctuary.
She had always hated rain. Well, the main reason is it's horrible weather for a dashing photographer like her. Not only does it ruin her hair that she spent all morning fixing, but it could also ruin her equipment. Oh, did she also mention it gives an awful lighting?
She also shares the same level of dislike for storms because they destroy the calmness of rain. It's aggressive, cold, and destructive.
That's why the moment the news announced there would be a storm for the next three days, she was quick to stock every little favorite snack she could think of because there was no way she was waltzing outside in that kind of weather.
Haley popped out a tired eye as she looked at the clock beside her.
1:56 AM.
Oh, joy it's almost two in the morning. How in Yoba's name could she go outside with bags under her eyes probably heavier than all of Emily's hippie gems combined?
'I meanâ there's always a concealer,' she thought but quickly dismissed the idea.
She has been minimizing her makeup since... since whatever (when you told her she looked prettier even without them) PLUS with summer's sweltering heat, layering on cosmetics seemed suffocating.
With a groan, she pushed herself up from the bed, determination flashing in her tired eyes as she made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, hoping that this little solution would finally give her the sleep she'd been craving for.
But as she reached for the milk, a cacophony outside shattered the stillness of the night. Haley froze, her heart pounding in her chest. It's kind of hard to tell with the harsh rain and thunder and everything.
As if to confirm that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, a set of audible coughs echoed just behind the door. Haley's heart thumped so loud she was afraid it might come out of her chest.
That could only be an intruder.
In Haley's sleep-deprived mind, she didn't stop to even realize that Pelican Town had never experienced a robbery in the dead of night. Instead, she quickly bolted to her room, grabbing Alex's old baseball bat he had left here one time, not even having the presence of mind to wake up Emily to face this 'intruder' together.
****
Spoiler alert, it wasn't an intruder but an idiotic farmer covered in dirt and unbelievably wet from the rain.
You were holding your rucksack close to your chest for dear life with your sword held tightly by your other hand when Haley found you slumped against the door.
"What the hell are you doing outside at this hour and in this weather?" was the first words she uttered when her eyes spotted you. She was quick to help you up and bring you inside, not even minding the mud and water accumulating from where you stood.
When you didn't respond, Haley met your eyes.
Haley's heart nearly stopped at the sight beyond her. Without being hidden by the darkness, she could finally see your whole state.
There standing is the farmer herself. Your white hoodie was tattered and looked burned. Your hoodie's sleeves are ripped too up to your upper arms, and your left arm has a cut with fresh blood still gushing out of it.
You were missing the other pair of your shoes, and your hair was disheveled and covered with slime. You even had multiple scratches and scrapes all over your body. Your right cheek has some small scratches, and blood is rushing out of the wound on your forehead.
"Yoba..." Haley's voice was barely a whisper as she gently cupped your cheeks, careful not to aggravate your wounds. Her eyes flickered to the gash on your forehead, blood still seeping from the wound. "What happened, Y/n/n? We need to get you to Harvey!"
You shook your head weakly, struggling to stand upright. "No... H-harvey," you protested, your voice strained. "H-he'll kill me."
"Y/n!" Haley's arms enveloped you in a tight embrace as you nearly stumbled over her. She wanted to reprimand you, to demand answers, but the rush of blood in her ears and the pounding of her heart against her chest prevented her from doing so.
For now, she needed to make sure you were okay.
You only grunted in response as you gave in to her, allowing her to guide you onto the cushions.
"I'm just gonna get a towel and the first aid." Her lips trembled as she said those words.
In record time, she was able to get everything she thought you'd need, afraid if she missed any more seconds you wouldn't be breathing.
When she returned to the living room, she almost went ballistic when she spotted your form unmoving from your seat.
"Y/n! Wake up, for Yoba's sake! Don't you dare die onâ" Haley's words caught in her throat as you rasped out a response.
"...oh, look an angel," you managed with a small grin, your tired eyes fluttering open.
Haley couldn't help but smile softly at your attempt to lighten the mood. "Very funny," she replied, relief flooding through her as she saw you conscious, if only barely.
Wordlessly, she draped a towel over you, tucking it gently to ensure you stayed warm. It was the same blanket she used during storms like this when she felt cold herself.
With a purposeful stride, she made her way to the fireplace, adding more wood to the fire in hopes of warming you further.
"Keep your eyes open, please? I'm just gonna get some rags to clean up your wound," she requested gently.
She placed the first aid kit on the coffee table in front of you before heading to the kitchen to gather clean rags and a sponge.
Returning to the living room, she filled a bowl with tap water and carried it carefully as she made her way back to you.
With great tenderness, Haley cautiously wiped the blood from your body with the sponge, dampening it in the tap water she had prepared. She winced as the color of the water turned red.
"You lost too much blood," Haley commented, masking the shakiness of her voice. She wasn't a great fan of blood but she was not naive with treating minor injuries either. She silently thanked Yoba for letting Emily force her to learn a thing or two about first aid.
You only grunted in response to her observation.
"What happened, Y/n?" She couldn't hide the worry in her voice even if she dared try. "I should call Harvey and get you to the clinic."
You groaned as she accidentally applied too much pressure to your wound. "No... it's okay. It's n-nothing, I'm fine."
"These serious injuries don't shout nothing, Y/n. What the hell happened?"
"'I went to the mine..." you explained, and Haley waited expectantly for you to continue.
"It's storming."
"I know..." You couldn't look at her in the eye. "It's just that there's not much going on in the farm so I thought I should continue my expeditions in the mine. I thought it would be safe but..."
"But it wasn't." Haley couldn't helped but deadpan.
You visibly winced, unsure if it was because of your wounds, Haley's biting remark, or just both. "I heard from Marlon I could find rare items once I reached the hundredth floor, which I did," you explained, tapping your rucksack beside you. "But I should have known better that those items are rare for a reason. Not because they're hard to find, but because they're hard to acquire. Once I got hold of this baby," you gestured to your bag, "the whole cave was swarmed by slimes and shadow people."
"What?" Haley's voice sputtered with disbelief, her brows furrowing in concern. "Shadow people? I thought they were just myths!"
You tried to nod in confirmation, but Haley kept a firm hand on your cheeks, preventing the movement. "Uhuh, they're very real," you affirmed, your voice tinged with exhaustion. "And I can say they aren't really fond of us humans and, uh, dwarves I think. They're more scared of me than intimidating. I tried not to, y'know, hurt them."
"That's a stupid idea."
"I know," you admitted, your gaze dropping to the floor. "But given our history with them, I didn't want to give them any more reason to hate us. Plus, I was the one invading their homes."
Haley let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping with weariness. "Still, you should have fought back. What if they had killed you in there? How would we have known you were down there and rotting? You're the only one crazy enough to go down there anyway."
You didn't speak after that, and Haley mistook that as compliance. She was too busy fuming at your lack of self-preservation to notice the frown creasing on your features.
After managing to cleanse the visible injuries of your body, she began to grab some clean rags to apply some pressure on your forehead and your forearm to keep your bleeding to an absolute minimum.
She cursed softly under her breath, trying to think of what to do next.
"âŚY/n? Y/n, wake up, stop sleeping," Haley's voice was quiet, her tone laced with urgency as she gently tapped your cheek.
Your eyes pulled themselves open and looked tiredly at her. "Hn?"
"I need you to sit up straight and pull your hoodie off. What do you have underneath?" Haley's words were gentle but firm as she carefully supported your shoulder and hip.
"âŚjust a tank top."
Slowly, you strained to sit upright, wincing with discomfort. Haley could tell from the way your grip tightened on her wrist that you were not comfortable sitting for very long.
With Haley's assistance, you managed to pull your hoodie off, careful not to aggravate any wounds. Once the clothes were removed, Haley's eyes lingered on the minor cuts just below your chest, blood still seeping from the wounds. She grabbed the sponge again, gently brushing away the blood from your cuts.
After cleansing the wounds, Haley applied alcohol and antibiotics, causing you to grunt in discomfort. No words were exchanged as she skillfully wrapped bandages around your forehead, forearm, and abdomen. She then helped you into warmer clothes she found in her wardrobe, her movements gentle and reassuring.
"How do you feel?" Haley bit her lip, anxious. Honestly speaking, she wasn't confident in her abilities to treat injuries, so she anxiously awaited your response, hoping she hadn't made things worse.
"âŚI'm alright now," you rasped, your voice hoarse with exhaustion. "âŚthank you, Hay."
Haley felt a wave of relief wash over her at your words. Your face had regained some color compared to earlier when you looked as pale as a ghost.
"Do you want anything to eat?" she questioned tentatively. "I'll whip you up some tea and soup."
You swallowed gently and nodded your head.
"I'll be back soon then. Rest. I'll wake you when your soup is done."
****
About twenty minutes later, Haley went back into the living room, a tray in her hands. She found you sprawled on the couch (thankfully not moving too much), embracing your rucksack in your arms once again. She wanted to question what was inside and why you couldn't part with it so much but decided to make sure you were okay first.
The things she does for you.
She placed the tray of food on the coffee table and sat beside you, taking in your sleeping form.
"Y/n/n? Food's ready," Haley said softly, tapping your thigh to rouse you from your slumber.
Startled and kind of a forced of habit, you tried to sit up straight. Thankfully, Haley was fast enough to stop you.
"Don't get up. | don't want to wrap your wounds again," Haley admonished, her tone firm.
She grabbed a pillow and propped it behind your back to elevate your head slightly. As she picked up the bowl of chicken soup, she could feel your eyes on her.
"I can feed myself, Haley. Thank you," you finally spoke. Haley's eyes met yours briefly before she averted her gaze, a flicker of emotion passing over her features.
"Clearly, you aren't capable of feeding yourself. Stop being a baby and let me do this."
Your eyes settled on her for probably a full minute before you sighed in resignation. Despite the hardened gaze she probably wore on her face, Haley gently placed a spoonful of soup in your mouth.
"I know you can, Y/n," Haley spoke after a few moments. "But you lost too much blood already, I don't want you to bleed again."
"I'm sorry for causing you all this trouble," you uttered softly.
Haley paused and finally looked at you, like, really looked at you properly this time. Since you had arrived covered in mud and blood, she had been operating on autopilot, with only one mission: ensuring you were okay. It's the only thing running through her mind, leaving no room for anything else. Mainly, she hadn't thought about the impact of her words.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's no trouble. I'm just..." Haley paused, thinking about what words to use without giving away that she cared too much. "I'm just glad that you're okay."
Once you had finished eating, Haley placed the empty bowl down and reached for a damp cloth. Brushing away a stray lock of your hair, she gently wiped away a few drops of blood and dirt, her touch surprisingly gentle. She was so focused on her task that she didn't notice you watching her quietly, your expression softening as she attended to the blemish on your face.
"Haley..." you called softly, breaking the silence. Haley looked down at you, her eyes startled. A small, appreciative smile graced your lips as you continued, "Thank you."
Haley couldn't help but smile in return. Sometimes it's hard to stay mad at you. "You can thank me by resting and making sure this won't happen again."
You chuckled softly as you closed your eyes, resting your head against the pillow once more. "No promises."
Seeing that you were getting sleepy, Haley quickly gathered the empty bowl and cup and placed them in the sink. When she returned, she extended a hand to help you up, much to your confusion.
"Come, let's get you to my room."
"Haley," you protested weakly. "I couldn't possibly impose more than I already have."
"Shut up. I won't let an injured woman sleep on the couch, Y/n."
Despite your protests, Haley managed to convince you to agree with her proposed setup. While Haley wasn't entirely keen on sleeping on the couch herself, it's not like she has a choice on the matter. The cushion is uncomfortable as hell, it's like sitting on a pile of bricks. That's more than enough reason to let you sleep on her bed. Plus, with the mess and worry weighing on her mind, she doubted she'd be able to sleep anyway.
She was about to leave to clean the mess in the living room when she finally sat you down on her bed, but a hand stopped her.
"âŚhave you seen my bag, Hay?"
"Oh, that? Do you want me to get it for you?"
"No, no. Thanks but I can get it myself." You made a move to stand but Haley kept a firm grip on your shoulder.
Haley frowned. "You can't barely even stand. Do you think I'm gonna let you walk by yourself? What's in the bag anyway? I'll get it for you."
"I'm wounded, not disabledâ" you tried to say but Haley only raised an eyebrow at you, daring you to finish your sentence. You sighed when you realized that you wouldn't win against her again. "It's... it's a gift."
"For whom?" Haley couldn't help but ask. Who could you possibly want to give a gift that you almost died just to get it?
Was it for Penny? Haley heard she liked gems as well. Or was it Maru? If she could remember correctly, tomorrow's her birthday and she seemed to like everything you can find in caves. This totally makes sense.
But why did her heart clench at the thought? More importantly, how did she even remember all this information when she didn't care about them at all?
Before you could respond, Haley left the room to retrieve your rucksack. She felt like she didn't need to hear the answer to her question.
When she returned, she wordlessly handed the bag to you, prepared to leave the room once more. However, your voice stopped her in her tracks.
"It's for you."
She turned, mouth agape. "What?"
"It's for you." You smiled warmly as you held out a familiar-looking crystalline gem, about the size of a palm, emitting a dazzling array of colors.
Haley's initial surprise quickly turned to dismay as she recognized the mineral. Her frown deepened, and a flicker of discomfort passed through her eyes at the sight of it. She knew what it was, and just the thought of touching it made her feel physically ill.
"What's wrong?" you asked, concerned at her sudden change in demeanor.
"I don't like your stupid gift!" She didn't intend for it to sound harsh, but as soon as her mouth opened, she couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "I honestly thought you'd know better than to give me something like this."
"I..."
"Keep it," she said with finality. "Good night, Y/n."
With a curt nod, she turned on her heel and stormed off, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing in the room as she left.
****
She shouldn't have said that. She knows she shouldn't have but she was just so worried she couldn't control anything else spouting from her foul mouth.
She hated how she caused the light in your eyes to die down. Hated the way you weren't able to say anything else. Hated the way she just couldn't probably express her worries properly.
Now you probably thought she hated your guts.
Which is far from the truth. Kind of the opposite actually but she's far too tired and confused to delve into her feelings further at the moment.
It's true she doesn't share the same passion for gems and rocks as her sister Emily, and people will generally thank someone who will give them a prismatic shard because for one, they are pretty, she's not gonna lie about that. Secondly, they're super rare and by extension, expensive.
Haley just couldn't bring herself to appreciate it in the same way.
She hated them with passion. And she hated people assuming she liked shiny things because of her personality.
While it's true she's kind of materialistic, it was a trait ingrained in her from years of her parents trying to compensate for their absence by showering her with gifts.
She didn't like being materialistic, but she's so used to it that it's hard to stop.
And she hated how you seemed to think the same way about her when you thought about giving her a prismatic shard as a gift. That all she ever was were just pretty and expensive gifts.
And she hated how you let yourself get hurt just to give her this.
She hated everything about this.
****
Haley spent the majority of the night cleaning the living room, hoping to tire herself out enough to dull the heaviness and emptiness in her heart. She didn't know it was possible to feel both at the same time, but there she was, experiencing it firsthand, and she despised every moment of it.
And she hated herself more now because she found herself padding her way towards her room. Her steps faltered when she saw you peacefully sleeping on her bed. A gentle smile touched her lips at the sight of your chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Unable to resist, Haley approached you quietly. She carefully tucked you in, a tenderness in her actions that betrayed the turmoil in her heart. Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to your bandaged forehead, a gesture she had learned from her late grandmother.
"To kiss the pain away," her grandmother used to say, and Haley found solace in that belief.
With one last caress of your cheek, Haley settled onto the foot of her bed, a magazine in hand, silently hoping for the sun's rays to finally peek behind the horizon by her room's window.
****
Haley woke up surprisingly lacking any back pains. She didn't feel sleep-deprived either.
Waitâ
How'd she get in her bed? You're supposed to beâ Oh.
She sat up straight when she realized she was holding a letter in her hand. Straightening up the almost crumpled paper, she could recognize your handwriting immediately.
Good morning, Haley. Sorry for the disturbance last night, and thank you for taking care of me. It means a lot. I didn't want to impose more than I already have so I excused myself while you were asleep. Thank you again. â Y/n
Haley studied the letter, noting the hastily scribbled handwriting that differed from your usual neat script. She could imagine you rushing to write it just to avoid dealing with her.
It hurt more than she cared to admit. But after what she said to you, who was she to complain?
At this point, it would be a miracle if you still talked to her.
"Good morning, sis!" Emily chirped, her voice echoing through the room as Haley emerged from her room. She sat on the couch, casually knitting what appeared to be another sweatshirt.
Haley's expression was one of mild annoyance as she replied, "It's noon."
"Storm has passed but Caroline canceled, just to be safe," Emily responded, her fingers deftly working the knitting needles as she spoke. "And I know it's noon. Just wanted to emphasize you slept late, little lady."
She glanced around the living room, noting the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, indicating that the day was well underway and the storm had thankfully subsided.
"Why are you here anyway? Don't you have a yoga class to attend to?"
Haley let out a resigned groan, her movements sluggish as she made her way toward the kitchen to avoid further conversation with her sister.
"Just so you know, I saw Y/n/n come out of your room!" Emily called out from the living room, her tone playful yet teasing.
Haley froze mid-step, her grip tightening on the handle of her mug. "Whaâ" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her surprise. "Nothing happened!"
"Of course, nothing's going to happen in that state she's in," Emily retorted.
Haley couldn't ignore the sense of urgency that suddenly gripped her at the mention of your state. You're in no condition to go home all by yourself.
"Just tell me you took her home," she pleaded, her tone softening slightly as she returned to the living room.
Thankfully, Emily's too caught up with her work to notice that brief slip-up of vulnerability Haley rarely shows.
"I volunteered actually, but Penny saw us on our way and insisted she could do the job," Emily explained, her tone matter-of-fact.
"And you agreed?!" she sputtered incredulously.
"Of course, I would!" Emily readily defended. "She volunteered!"
Haley's sigh was heavy as she sank down onto the couch next to Emily. "You should have woken me up."
She could feel Emily's eyes settling on her as if trying to decipher what's got her so distressed.
"I tried, but Y/n/n won't let me. Said you needed the sleep," Emily finally answered after a few moments of silence.
"You're unbelievable." Haley couldn't help but massage the bridge of her nose at Emily's casualness about the situation as if seeing a heavily injured farmer waltz out of Haley's room was just a normal occurrence. "I suppose she told you what happened then?"
"Uh-huh. Accident in the mines, right? And she went here instead to the clinic because Harvey would kill her once he saw her state." Emily chuckled, her tone light as if discussing the weather. "He just literally told her last time to take it easy."
Haley blinked in disbelief. "And how do you know this?"
"Everyone knows this, Haley." Emily looked at her as if wondering why she didn't know this piece of information. "It's practically a common thing to see Y/n/n passed out outside in the morning."
Haley's brows furrowed in frustration, her mind racing with thoughts. Of course, she doesn't know this. If she would have known, she would have told you to take it easy. Hell, she'll help with farming if it will make things easier for you. This thing where you pass out and overwork yourself shouldn't be normalized. Actually, if anythingâ
She stopped herself from this line of thinking because why the hell was she even considering helping out with your farm when she, in fact, hated dirt?
"She also told me how you stepped up and helped her," Emily continued, her voice pulling Haley back to the present moment. She felt Emily's hand pat her shoulder in a gesture of reassurance. "I saw she's well-cleaned up. I'm proud of you, sis."
Haley forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. I'm not proud of what I did, Em.
*****
Summer 10
The sky was painted with hues of pink and orange as Haley sat alone on the shore, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the sand providing a soothing rhythm to her troubled thoughts. She had come here seeking solace, the ocean always offering her a sense of peace in times of distress.
The events yesterday had bothered her more than she had let on. She convinced herself you'd understand why she reacted the way she did but a part of herself thinks she should apologize.
But as stubborn as she is, she instead spent the whole day sulking, which is what she did.
She embraced her knees closer to her chest, fingers brushing the bracelet adorning her wrist. It was her great-grandma's, a delicate piece of jewelry passed down through generations adorned in gold and pearl on the middle part. Her grandmother has given it to her instead of her mom because she'd rather wear luxurious things than some hand-me-down jewelry. But Haley loved them, and it's probably the only piece of jewelry she'd ever wear aside from the shell necklace she was wearing now.
It was a ritual of sorts for her, wearing the bracelet whenever she felt sad and alone. It's as if wearing it made her feel like her grandma was with her at this very moment, comforting her.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't realize her bracelet had slipped from her wrist. It wasn't until she reached to adjust it that she felt its absence.
"Oh, no..."
With trembling hands, she combed through the sand, her movements growing more frantic with each passing moment. Her eyes scanned the water's edge, fearing the worst as she desperately sought any glimmer of gold amidst the grains of sand.
No, no... impossible. She made sure she was far enough from the water for that specific reason.
An hour passed with no sign of the precious heirloom, and Haley felt tears welling up in her eyes as desperation threatened to consume her. She practically combed the whole beach for it and still no signs of the bracelet.
She couldn't help but slump back to the sand. She's feeling everything too much.
She's such a useless piece of shit. She couldn't even kept an important heirloom. How the hell can she even keep someone like you in her life?
Everyone's right. She's way up high in the clouds that everything she touches crumbles within her fingertips.
The tears are threatening to fall from her eyes and a sob is rising on her throat.
And just before a tear fell from her eyes, a hand shot up and grabbed her by the shoulder.
She looked up and met a pair of gray eyes staring into her own. The grayish color of your eyes is stark and deep and seemed a little bluish from the illumination of the sun. It almost looked like the sky during spring or the ocean seen from a cruising ship as a cold tundra threatened to ruin the quiet solitude of the season. Your eyes telltale thousands of untold stories with every blink, stories too ambiguous, too dark for any of them to understand. Though not dark enough to feed her thoughts of the midnight sea, of storms and drowning.
Calloused fingertips thumbed mascara stains from her cheeks with such gentleness Haley doesn't think she deserves.
"I'm here," you murmured. "What happened, Haley?"
"I l-lost it," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she struggled to hold back tears. "My bracelet... it's gone! I know I had it on when I got here... But now it's gone, Y/n and I can't find it anywhere..."
She couldn't help the sob that escaped her as she burrows closer into you. She had probably stained your shirt with expensive make-up and salty tears but she didn't care as she dug her face deeper into your collar bone further and sucks a shaky breath.
"Shh," you soothed, sturdy arms wrapped around her tightened instinctively. "I'll go find it, don't worry."
"I'll never find another one like it..."
"I'm really sorry..." she felt you murmur against her hair. "I'm sure it's just around here somewhere."
"...maybe it'll wash up on another shore," she hiccuped between sobs. "I can't bear to think of it at the bottom of the ocean."
"We'll find it, okay?" you assured her, and Haley swore her heart stopped beating when you planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "Stay here. We're not leaving until we find your bracelet."
****
And truth be told you did find it.
After what seemed like an eternity of combing through the sand, Haley's eyes lit up as she spotted the familiar-looking bracelet in your hands.
With a smile so bright it rivaled the sun, you approached her.
"You found it!" she cheered as she run towards you, hopping from the sand and straight to your arms.
You weren't deterred by this and proceeded to secure your arms around her to prevent her from falling.
"Careful there, we don't want to drop it again, do we?" You barked out a laugh but Haley was quick to recognize the grunt of pain in them.
"Yoba, I'm sorry! I forgot you're still wounded!" Haley made a move to let you go but you weren't having any of it. If anything, you hold her tighter. Haley couldn't help but let out a laugh as well as she wrapped her arms around your neck just as firmly. "Thank you so much, Y/n. You're a lifesaver."
"You're welcome," you murmured against her chest. "Here, I'll help you wear it."
You gently set her down, much to her disappointment, and began to fasten the bracelet around her wrist, your actions filled with care and tenderness.
"Thank you, Y/n. Really," she murmured softly. "You're always there whenever I needed you and all you get as a thank you is me being... a bitch to you. I'm sorry."
You frowned. "You're not a... 'b' word. Far from it."
"'B' word,"she scoffed, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips "What are you, twelve?"
"Hey!" you protested in mock indignation. "I can cuss. I just don't want to use it around you. I don't want to get used to it."
Haley's gaze softened drastically. If you keep this kind of consistency around her then Haley's bound to fall hard on her back. And since it's with you, you'd probably made your way to ensure she'll be falling in a pile of pillows and flowers. You're thoughtful like that.
"I'm sorry for giving you that gift yesterday..." you started after a moment of silence. "Let me finish first," you interrupted gently when you saw her mouth open to speak. "I just... prismatic shards are rare to find and I wanted to give it to you because I thought it's something you'd like to photograph."
You took her hand in yours, a tender gesture that made Haley's heart skip a beat, her cheeks flushing slightly at the warmth of your touch. The soft morning light bathed the shoreline in a golden hue, casting long shadows across the sand as gentle waves lapped against the shore.
"But then I realized how it may have looked like to you, and I'm sorry I made you feel that way."
"Y/n..."
"So I like to try again." Without further explanation, you strode towards the boat beside Elliot's cabin, your steps confident and purposeful, and produced a bouquet ofâwait, are those sunflowers?
"No way!" she sputtered as she tried to fight the grin threatening to spill on her face. You're not supposed to look this dashing walking towards her with a bouquet in hand. It's unfair!
"Yes way." you grinned at her as you handed her the flowers, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "I hope I'm forgiven."
"I'm supposed to be the one saying sorry, you dunce!" Haley playfully slapped your shoulders before accepting them. "They're beautiful, Y/n! These are my absolute favorite! Thank you."
"No worries. And if you're free you can take a look at them at my farm."
"You planted them?" Now that she had mentioned it, it sounded like a stupid question. Of course, you planted them yourself, where else can you get these flowers?
But as usual, being the kind and patient person that you are, you only beamed at her and nodded. "Yep! I planted a whole yard."
"For real?"
"For real," you affirmed, your smile widening at her incredulous expression.
"But why? I mean compared to other crops I'm sure sunflowers aren't that profitable."
You shrugged again, your expression softening. "Eh, I wasn't aiming for the profit. I was aiming for your smile."
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Across the Universe-Final Chapter (Fenrys x reader)
Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terrasen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.
Warnings: SMUT, Minors dni, some angst, violence, mentions of trauma.
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A/n: Well, here we are guys, the end of the road. Final chapter. Thank you all so much for reading and loving this series just as much as I loved writing it. This one is quite long so I suggest you get a snack, get comfy and begin reading. Enjoy and I hope to see you again next time! <3
The next day passed swiftly with y/n training some more together with Dorian, Aelin, and Yrene, spending time with Fenrys and watching the others plan their attack on the valg. As the hours ticked by, y/n felt a heavy weight settle on her shoulders not just because of the thought of going home, but also failure. What if she fails? What if she can't even open the gates? What if the others fail? What if.....something happens to Fenrys?!
She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about the "what ifs". Aelin told her how all she had to do was reach as deep as possible within herself to find her own abilities and bring them up. The queen also told y/n that once she opens the gate, she has to feel relaxed and confident in her self because no one will be able to save her or bring her back except herself.
It was later in the night that while they were having dinner, Arthur came rushing in with the Book of Breathings in his hand. His eyes were wide and his breaths were ragged as he set the book right next to Aelin.
"Forgive me, my queen, for interrupting your moment but there is an issue, this book is talking nonstop. No matter how many wards I put, it won't stop acting out of the ordinary."
Lysandra chuckled, "That thing always acts out of the ordinary, Arthur, just ignore it."
The librarian nervously shook his head as he said, "No, you don't understand. Just- just listen. It keeps on hissing and talking over and over. None of my spells work on it."
"He is close"
"Shifting gates"
"Trying, he is trying to come"
Rowan immediately gets up, taking the book in his hand, "Is it the valg or the foreigners?"
"Coming, he is coming"
"Shifting"
"Y/n, I think you should be the one to talk to this book because it seems like you are the only one it will ever answer due to your connection." Aelin's eyes were wide with worry as she adressed her.
Y/n hesitantly nodded her head and got up, Fenrys right behind her as she gestured for Rowan to put the book on the table that was standing between two couches. Once the prince set it down, she took a quick breath, reminded herself that Fenrys was right beside her, that she was safe, and opened her mouth.
"Is it Rhysand?"
"Yes."
"Is he coming alone?"
"No."
"Who else is coming?"
"All except the seer."
So Elain wasn't coming then. Y/n saw from her peripheral vision how Lucien's tense shoulders slightly sagged with relief.
With the room completely silent and all eyes on her, y/n leaned a little more towards the book and asked,
"Are they successful? Have they been able to find a way?"
"They have been trying. Lord of Night is close, true to his name as the most powerful fae, he has managed to get close."
"How?"
"Second-in-command"
"Amren? Did she find a way for Rhys to use his powers and find a solution?"
"A deal with Koschei. She made a deal."
Amren made a deal with one of the Old Gods? This can not end well.
"What kind of a deal?"
"Unknown. Koschei knew of my power and blocked everything but her out."
Y/n sighed but asked her final question.
"If they manage to get through, when will they arrive? You need a gate for that."
"Soon."
Soon. They may arrive soon. Y/n's heart felt heavier with each tense and silent second that passed.
"Well, it seems we will be having some guests soon."
Lorcan's sarcastic tone brought y/n out of her trance, causing her to look around the room before she felt Fenrys' hand in hers, gently soothing her.
Manon crossed her arms over her chest. "Whether they come or not is up to them to figure out but all we need is to be prepared for tomorrow which, I hope that we are."
As the discussion goes on, Aelin steps towards y/n, glancing between her and Fenrys, joined by their hands.
"Y/n, could I take you away for a moment?"
Fenrys looks down at her, his eyes questioning before she nods her head with a small smile and turns towards the queen. "Of course,"
Aelin smiles and gestures towards the other side of the room, away from all the noise. Fenrys squeezes her hand one last time in support and moves towards where everyone seems to be gathered in a circle, arguing.
Once she reached the queen, y/n looked at her expectantly, waiting to hear what she has to say. Aelin sighed before looking y/n straight in the eyes. "There is something that I didn't tell you about the closing of the gates."
Y/n's eyebrows furrowed. "But I thought you and Dorian told me everything that happened with you two when you were closing them."
"Dorian did tell you everything about what happened to him. I, however, didn't tell you what happened to me once I kicked Dorian out."
"Didn't you meet and then kill the Gods?"
"Yes, but after that I.....I ended up falling through worlds."
Y/n's eyebrows hit her hairline as she gasped "What?! How- What?!"
Aelin smiled slightly, "Well, after my 'lovely' encounter with the Gods, I ended up falling through worlds. So many different places, each more unique than the last. But it was too quick, I was just falling- almost flying through each gate. I was starting to loose hope when I fell into one world and saw a fae male with his pregnant mate looking up into the sky. It is thanks to whoever he was that I managed to slow down and find my way back home, back to my family, friends and most importantly, my mate."
Y/n's eyes were wide with wonder as she took a moment to process her words. After a minute, she cleared her throat, "That- that is unbelievable. Do you mean the same will happen to me?"
Aelin's expression turned serious as she placed her hand on y/n's shoulder and said, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I am not sure if such a thing will happen to you because I wasn't expecting it either but, whatever the case is, I wanted you to be aware of it. To be prepared and in the small chance that it does happen, be ready to find your way home because no one will be able to help you."
"And what if I can't? You said someone helped you to slow down. What if no one helps me? What if I just keep falling and falling forever?"
Aelin shook her head. "Listen to me, y/n. Yes, I may have gotten help to find my way back to this world but what mainly guided me was well, myself. My determination to see Rowan once again, my will to go back home and my confidence in my journey were what kept me from loosing my mind. I want you to do the same. Believe in yourself because if you don't, then no one will and you will fail to find your way back home. To your true home."
Y/n sighed "And how will I know where my true home is?"
She noted the quick glance Aelin gave to Fenrys before smiling back at her. "Home is wherever your heart is."
The queen gave her a small squeeze on the shoulder before joining her mate, leaving y/n to ponder what she meant. Deciding that she needed a moment of peace to herself, she left the room and headed towards...well, she had no idea where. All y/n knew was that she had to be alone for a little while and gather her thoughts.
Y/n kept on climbing stair after stair in one of the far towers of the palace. She might have been here for some time now, but y/n hadn't really explored the whole place, not that there even was any time for that, which is why she just kept following the stairs which seemed to keep moving upwards. She could just fly up now but y/n didn't think she had the energy for that at the moment.
Once she reached the top, there was a wooden door right in front the stairs, waiting for her to open it. When she did, the view knocked the breath out of her mouth. Y/n was standing on the rooftop of one of the palace towers, the night sky above painted in shimmering stars, the moon casting its glow over the fields and waters everywhere. This view was vastly different from the one she saw in the balcony because this place is so much more higher and-
Soft cushions! How lovely and peaceful. Y/n wished she could just stop the time and stay here like this forever. With a small smile, she sat down on one of the soft, large cushions and admired the view, or at least tried to with the kind of a mind she had right now. So much was happening, so many uncertainities, so many questions and complications, y/n didn't know what to do anymore. She just wanted to
"Disappear and never come back." Y/n closed her eyes as she pondered over what she just said out loud for only the stars in the night sky to hear.
âIf you even think about disappearing, youâd better be ready for me to chase you to the ends of any world because I refuse to let your light be snuffed out.â
Y/n's eyes immediately pop open, her breath catching in surprise. She looks up to find Fenrys standing right above her, his intensity and passion clear in every line of his face.
Very well then, maybe the stars weren't the only ones to hear her small confession.
"Fenrys, what are you doing here- did you follow me?!"
He gave her a small smile and moved to sit next to her.
"In case you didn't know, my attention these days seems to only be focused on you so if you leave, that means I leave too."
"Don't you wish to be with your family? After all, tomorrow we have a battle to fight. I thought maybe you would want some privacy within the walls of your home-"
He gently took her hands in his larger ones and looked at her with an intense and serious gaze that couldn't even be explained.
"You are my home, y/n. You are my family. There is no me without you, I realize."
She scoffed. "Do not get your hopes up too high. There is a chance that I will simply die while trying to open the gates-"
His grip on her hands tightened. "Don't you dare finish that sentence, y/n."
The low growl that left his lips shouldn't make her feel this way, because this isn't the right time but.....y/n still felt her body betray her.
Her eyes widened slightly as she whispered, "You- you could move on-"
His face was mere inches away from her now, eyes intensely boring into hers. "Move on? You believe I could move on from the death of my mate?! My beloved? You?! Oh, princess if you die, I die too."
"W-what?! No!"
He smiled slightly, "Yes, I will kill myself so that I don't have to stay without my other half for who knows how long."
"Fenrys I-"
"I know, you haven't said anything about accepting or rejecting the bond but mate or not, I am hopelessly attached to you, y/n. This isn't obsession anymore, it's beyond that, I think...I think that I am starting to truly fall in love with you. Therefore, just as I said about never letting you disappear, I mean it even in death. I will follow you in death too."
Her eyes became glossy with tears as she smiled at Fenrys before hugging him and burying her face in the crook of his neck, smelling that delicious scent that is so distinctively him. Y/n felt his arms wrap protectively around her, his grip tightening as he pressed them as close as possible together.
She sighed, content to be in this male's arms before saying, "I have made my decision, Fen. I have an answer."
His arms slightly loosened from around her as she leaned back to look at him, her palms on his chest, a happy smile covering her face. Fenrys' gaze was full of mixed emotions, worry and fear being the main ones as he gazed expectantly at her.
With a determined voice she said, "Fenrys, I-"
But her sentence was cut off as a sharp pain overtook her body, making her bend over, hand going staright to her chest. Fenrys was immediately helping her, holding her firm yet gently as his shaky voice kept saying, "Y/n! What is happening?! Please princess, talk to me."
But she couldn't. Not when her whole body felt like it was being stabbed in all the places. Not when her chest felt heavy and she couldn't even breathe, let alone talk.
All she heard was the Book of Breathing's voice invading her mind and hissing, "They are close! They are coming!" "Come to me! Tell the queen to bring me to you!"
Everything was a blur, she distantly felt Fenrys pick her up and start running but her mind was in too much pain to process what was truly going on. The pain was becoming too much, too unbearable. At some point, y/n started screaming in agony. Or did she? She couldn't think anymore, didn't know what was real or imaginary.
Through the haze and the blur, she could only register that there were multiple heads around her, probably Aelin and others. There was a buzz in her ears that blocked out all the outer noises, including her cries and screams, except one.....Fenrys' rich, honey-like voice became her light at the end of a dark tunnel.
"Please, y/n, hold on a little more!"
"Princess, I am begging you, don't leave me!!"
"Y/n! Stay awake! Please!"
"Help her! Isolde, Yrene help her!"
"Don't fucking try to take me away Lorcan!!"
But then, all her pain suddenly stopped. Her muscles relaxed and her breathing slowly returned to normal, heart beating at a standard rate. Her mind started to slowly become aware as the books voice stopped banging through her walls. She slowly opened her eyes, hand immediately touching her face to feel her tear stained cheeks.
Her vision was still unclear but she could make out the silhouettes around her and just as she predicted, everyone was in the room, probably worriedly watching her-
She felt a hand on top of hers....not just any hand, Fenrys' hand. Her body seems to recognize and react to all of his touches.
"Y/n, princess, do you hear me?"
Her throat felt so dry and painful due to all the screams she had let out but, y/n managed to croak out a small "Y-yes"
She registered a couple of relieved sighs from around the room, someone saying "Oh, thank Aelin."
"Me? Why me?"
"You know, for being a queen, you still ask such silly questions. Whatever, the answer is....because you killed the Gods, of course!"
"Watch how you speak to my queen, Dorian."
"I-"
"Will you all silence yourselves?! Refocus your attention back to y/n, please!"
Y/n shut her eyes, hand gripping Fenrys' as she whispered, "Water, please."
She felt Fenrys grip loosen from her hand only to come behind her and help lift her into a sitting position as someone else helped her drink it.
Once she drank enough, y/n slowly opened her eyes, her haze starting to clear out as she noted the looks everyone around her were giving-
There was something on her lap.
Y/n tilted her head down and saw the same book that has been the bane of her existence ever since it sent her here, sitting right there, on her lap.
This is why her pain stopped. She is with the Book of Breathings, just like it told her.
"You kept screaming 'bring me the book' so, I ordered for it to immediately be brought here." Aelin's gentle voice invaded her mind, clearing her haze even more as y/n looked up at the queen in front of her bed.
The only word y/n could mutter as her hands gently touched the book was, "It says that they are coming. Rhys is ripping open the gates."
"Which explains your pain because you and the gates are clearly connected."
She slowly nodded her head at Aedion's words as Fenrys rubbed her back. "Let them come, then. No harm will come to you, princess. Not while I am here."
Lysandra cleared her throat "Not while we are here."
Aelin crossed her arms "I am aware that none of us are fond of those foreigners but, I will not tolerate any violence on my grounds unless they start it so, we shall greet them like we would anyone else. I am not saying be kind or all smiles, no. Just don't restort to physical violence and it shall be good. I am looking at you, Fenrys."
Fenrys just growled something incoherent and kept his gaze on the ground.
Dorian clapped his hands, "Well, it seems like none of us are getting any sleep tonight so we might as well go over our plans for one last time."
And as the hours passed and dawn started to slowly crack, y/n began to slowly burst with energy as she watched everyone around her plan, eat, drink, talk and plan some more. Her doubts forgotten temporarily as she snuggled closer to Fenrys' chest on the bed.
It was when she finally came outside with Fenrys to follow everyone into the war council room at the other end of the palace grounds, that it happened. The ground shook nonstop, the vibrations going all over her body. Fenrys immediately lunged for her, pinning her to the ground and covering her body with his as a blinding light just erupted all over the place, causing the guards and the rest of the court to also duck for a hiding spot and block their eyes.
A short moment later, the light vanished, leaving only a trail of smoke around. What in the Mother's name was tha-
A large gate opened and in came.....Rhysand, followed by the rest of them.
Cassian, Amren, Nesta, Feyre, Mor and.....Azriel. Oh, Gods.
Fenrys' heart was beating out of his chest as he tried to reel his mind back from what just happened while helping y/n up. Everyone around them were also getting up when another gate opened and in came complete strangers. As usual, Fenrys' first instinct was to move y/n to stand behind him but when he tried to do so, he saw how unmoving she was, her gaze transfixedon the newcomers.
That is when it clicked for him. This was Rhysand and his court. Fenrys turned his intense and calculating gaze towards them as Aelin and Rowan came forward, followed by the rest of the court while the guards surrounded the area.
The male standing at the front seemed poised and polished, even though his gaze told you all you needed to know. This had to be Rhysand. Holding his hand, was a golden-brown haired female with blue eyes. Probably Rhysands mate. There was a shoulder-length haired male with red siphons and wings just like y/n's except much larger. Next to him was a tall female with the same physical appearances as the other one. Probably sisters. There were two more females one tall, with golden blond hair, and the other short with black hair. The short one he saw once when she somehow appeared in his room and y/n called her.....Amren? And lastly, there was another winged male. Short, black hair cut close to his scalp, with a few strands covering his brows, golden-brown eyes and blue siphons. And some dark mist like things swirling all around him.
He already knew which was Rhysand so Fenrys took him out of the portrait. It was either the long haired one or the short haired one. The female beside long haired one was leaning too close to him. Too close to be considered nothing. And he was trying to shield her with his wing. So, they were definitely mates or atleast in some sort of a relationship. That left only the one with the blue siphons and weird shadows and from the way his eyes were looking all over the place in search of something, or rather someone, Fenrys knew that this had to be Azriel.
He was about to go towards him when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head sideways to see y/n looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please, not now." She whispered and how could he ever say no to her.
"It's you," Aelin's voice made them both turn their head towards where everyone was, the queen now standing face to face with Rhysand.
The high lord gave Fenrys' queen a smirk as he said, "So we meet again."
Aedion turned his head towards his cousin. "Aelin? What do you mean?"
She just kept looking at the male as she said to no one in particular, "Remember when I told you that I was falling through worlds? Well, I ended up in his world and saw him with his pregnant mate, looking into the sky. I was falling too fast so I thought I would just quickly pass through there but then I somehow slowed down due to the dark magic that enveloped me. You looked at me like you already knew where I was and gave me a smile and a wave before I was once again moving through worlds."
Rhysand nodded his head slightly as the female beside him said, "Rhys? Really?"
Aelin looked at the female, "I have to thank your mate. If it wasn't for him, I would have completely flown by my world and kept on falling for eternity. Thank you.....Rhysand."
That seemed to shock them all as Rhysand's eyes widened slightly before he once again was looking at the queen with cold indifference as he said, "How do you know my name?"
"Lucien," The blond female's gasp made the inner circle look beyond Aelin, Rowan, Lysandra and Aedion to see the rest of the court standing close by.
Lucien gave them all a cold look before drawing Petrah closer and holding her hand, the witches gaze never wavering away from the blond female's.
"What is this?! How did you end up here?!" The male with red siphons was now demanding as his eyes took in the whole area, coming to land on Fenrys, still not seeing y/n behind his tall and broad body.
Before anyone could answer, the short female said, "You are looking at the wrong one, Cassian." And then, as if she knew, her gaze darted to Fenrys before moving behind him, causing everyone else to also follow in her lead.
Fenrys felt y/n let out a deep sigh before moving to stand right beside him. He didn't want her to see them or for them to see her. All Fenrys wanted was to take her into his arms and disappear to a place where he could hide her forever. Just them two. They didn't deserve to set their nasty gazes on her. Especially not that fucker Azriel. Fenrys was barely keeping his rage at bay, one wrong move and they are done for.
He saw how all of their expressions went from being skeptical to being shocked. Azriel the most of all. He nearly fell down on his knees if not for the blond beside him, gripping him by the arm to try and stabilize him. He let out a disbelieving "Y/n..." as his shaking hands came to grip his hair.
Fenrys took her hand, silently letting her know that he and the rest of them are here, with her and that no harm will come her way. Y/n looked at each of them with the cold indifference she once used to give to Fenrys and that made him feel a little better knowing that they weren't getting any nice gestures or words out of her.
Rhysand looked at Azriel before saying, "Y/n, we have been looking everywhere for you. You have no idea how difficult it was to try and locate you, next time try to not disappear so suddenly on us, alright?" His statement landed flat as y/n gave no reaction to her once high lord.
That's my witchling, Fenrys proudly thought to himself.
Azriel tried to slowly take steps towards her but was stopped by Rowan and Aedion who stood in front of Fenrys while Dorian, Chaol and Lorcan had his and y/n's back. "Not so fast, bat. Who said you could go near her?"
Rowans tone made the winged male's gaze snap to him before moving to look at y/n. "Y/n! Please, my love, please, let us talk. I am begging you, let me in."
My love? My fucking love?
Oh, this male has a death wish, that is for sure.
"Don't." Lorcan's quiet but firm command from behind Fenrys made him pause and take in a deep breath to still cling into that thin thread of not resorting to violence and murder.
He felt y/n's hand shake as she also took in a sharp breath. Now, he was starting to doubt everything. To worry. What if she chooses Azriel? What if she leaves?
But then, he heard her say, "I have nothing to say to you, Azriel."
Azriel, however kept shaking his head, trying but failing to pass through Rowan and Lorcan. Although he is a quite big male, he is nothing near Fenrys and his two brothers, Rowan and Lorcan. None of them were. This would be over before it even began.
"No! No! You don't understand. Please, y/n! Let us talk! Let me explain!"
"Come home now, y/n. We found you." came Cassians voice from the other side.
"Yes, let us go back home and talk rationally there." Rhysands mate said as she looked kindly at y/n. But Fenrys knew better than to trust that look. After all, didn't she also contribute to y/n's declining mental state?
"You are safe now, you are with us once more, come." Fenrys noticed how Rhysands voice held a pleading tone within it as he addressed y/n.
Azriel kept on looking straight at her, either ignoring or not seeing Fenrys standing right beside her. That made him very irritated.
Y/n, still keeping her indifferent mask, said with a cold tone, "I am not coming home."
That shocked not just the inner circle, but Fenrys and his family too as everyone now looked at her.
Azriel's eyes widened as he immediately asked, "What?! Why?! Y/n, no! you know that we are together, that we must solve this issue and b happy once more-"
"No. You have a mate."
"No! I don't love her, I love you-"
"No, you don't."
"Why?! Why are you doing this to me?! Please, my love, Please, come home."
"I can't."
"Why?!"
"Because I have a mate!!"
That seemed to shut Azriel up as his and the inner circle's eyes widened in utter shock.
Y/n continued, her tone harsh as she tightly gripped Fenrys' hand.
"I have a mate here and I am not leaving. I also found my true family here, the one that doesn't neglect me or my troubles for their own benefit. My purpose is here, my life is here, my home is here."
Then she turned her head towards Fenrys, her gaze immediately softening as a small smile graced her lucious lips before she said, "I accept. I accept the bond, Fen."
The second she said that, Fenrys felt an overwhelming feeling overtake him as their bond finally came alive and he was flooded with both her and his emotions. Fenrys couldn't hide the huge smile that overtook him as he asked, "Really?!"
She smiled and nodded. "Really."
He couldn't believe this. He couldn't even explain what he was feeling. All Fenrys now knew was that she was truly his and he was truly hers. She won't leave. They are together forever.
"I accept the bond as well, princess."
He barely managed to finish his sentence before she gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him. Fenrys immediately took a hold of her waist as he kissed her back just as hungrily and ferociously. Once he remembered that they have an audience, he hesitantly pulled away but not without giving her lips one last peck, a promise of more to come later on.
When they both looked back around, Fenrys saw how his family had knowing and proud looks on their faces, some smiling and some, like the idiots Dorian and Aedion, fully smirking mischeviously. On the other hand, Rhysand and his court were in pure and utter shock and seeing Azriels pain stricken face as he looked between him and her brought Fenrys so much pleasure.
"I am not leaving either." Came Lucien's voice as they all looked back at him.
The female beside the male whom Amren called Cassian recovered from her shock and crossed her arms. "Let me guess, you have found your mate as well, haven't you?"
The prince nodded his head as he let go of Petrah's hand only to pull her closer by the waist.
The blond female said, "And what about your brother? Your family?Elain-"
"I have ended everything with Elain. She was no true mate of mine."
"But she is sorry, Lucien. She is so sorry for treating you that way, for letting you go-"
"Well, too late. I couldn't really give less of a fuck anymore."
The blond female's gaze moved to Petrah before coming back to Lucien. "You know, I always knew you would end up being a traitor. I guess being a snake runs in the family-"
"Finish that sentence, I dare you." Petrah's tone was filled with warning as she glared back at the blond.
"Oh really? And what will happen when he will leave you too, claiming some bullshit like you weren't true mates and he needs to move on. What then? Believe me, you are nothing but a toy for him."
Before Lucien could say anything, Petrah moved away and started to slowly go towards the blond. A smirk overtaking her face as she said, "It's not my fault that the ladies of Prythian are such insecure crybabies. I know your true intentions, Mor. I know them very well. You couldn't care less about Lucien's mate fiasco, your problem is with his brother. You keep on projecting your anger at him because of his brother but let me tell you something, not anymore. You will not longer say stupid shit at him unless you want me to rip your tounge out."
Mor's gaze turned angry as she also came closer but faltered in her steps when Petrah let her iron teeth and nails show slightly. Manon's voice came loud and confident as she stood beside the witch.
"Careful with how you talk to us iron teeth witches, and especially be careful when I am present because you are trying to insult my subject. My second-in-command. And I don't take well to anyone trying to cross my kin. That includes y/n."
"You are a witch?"
"Y/n isn't your kin, witch. She is an Illyrian."
Nesta and Rhysand spoke at the same time, the female's eyes filled with wonder as she asked her question while the high lords gaze harsh as he looked straight at Manon.
Manon smirked and looked back at y/n, causing her to smirk back before pulling away from Fenrys and going towards the witch.
"I am an iron teeth witch as well." She easily let her teeth and nails show enough to have them surprised and then retracted them back.
The stunned silence and the increasing tension between Azriel and Fenrys was cut off by Aelin who cleared her throat, forcing Fenrys to stop glaring at the Illyrian who was glaring back just as harshly.
"Rhysand, I believe you got your answer from y/n. She wishes to stay here, with us and with her mate. I hope you will only act rationally and respect her wishes-"
"Respect her wishes? Her wish to throw us away like she wasn't with us for so many years? Her wish to completely discard the family-"
"Family?!" Y/n's once again cold voice cut Nesta off from her rambling as she looked slightly dumbstruck at y/n.
"You call yourselves my family?! Well, let me tell you something, my dear 'family', a family doesn't neglect its members, a family doesn't cover up the dirt of one of its members just because they saw him as closer to them," She directs her glare at Mor, "A family doesn't walk in on one of their own having a panick attack and then pretends as if nothing happened." Her gaze roams over everyone now, "A family doesn't say 'it is in the past, get over it' when someone tells them of their troubles, a family doesn't ignore someone who is clearly descending into depression and pretend as if everything is perfect. And lastly...." Her gaze stops on Azriel "A family doesn't get to pretend like they are loyal and care about you when all they had been doing was hiding the truth from me about the male I once loved."
The male I once loved.
The male I once loved.
The male I once loved.
Fenrys couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he watched them all, stunned in silence, Azriel's wide eyes staring at her in shock, body trembling, clearly out of words.
He was so proud of her. So, so, proud of his y/n, his witchling, his princess,
His mate.
"Y/n-"
"No-"
"Oh, y/n-"
"I am so sorry-"
"It was none of our intention-"
"Save it. All of you. Rhysand, you got your answer from me. I am not coming with you. You may leave now."
"No, actually, they can't."
Everyone looked at Dorian who now pushed through Rowan and Aedion to get to the front and faced Rhysand.
"The lunar eclipse is today, in about eight or nine hours from now and if they open the gates once more,"
"The magic will shift again, causing the gates to open in wrong locations," Amren seemingly caught on to the kings theory.
He nodded his head before continuing, "And because y/n has the special connection with the book, the gates and all, she may end up failing when trying to close them. Or worse, she could end up in different places. We can't risk it. I suggest you stay until the lunar eclipse. Once that starts, y/n will be busy with the gates while we will be busy with the valgs. She will close every gate. Once defeated, she can manage to send you home before finally sealing this gate as well."
Dorian was looking at Aelin now, expecting her to say something. She nodded her head as she looked back at Rhysand. "What do you say? And before you ask, I swear this is no ruse to get you all trapped or whatever, y/n will truly close the gates today. No violence or harm shall come from our side to you unless you start it. Then, I can't promise you anything.
Before Rhysand could say anything, Cassian asked, "What is a valg and how for Mother's sake can y/n connect with gates?"
Feyre nudged him in the ribs before looking back at Aelin, "We accept. We will stay for the next however many hours and help-"
"Your help isn't needed." Both y/n and Lysandra spoke at the same time, their gazes equally defensive.
"Needed or not, that is the only way we can ensure they don't end up in a wrong place and then blame us for it." Azriel's glare went towards Rowan as he said, "You think you are so smart, don't you? You think you know it all? How fucking pathetic."
Clearly, Azriel wasn't in his right mind right now but that didn't make Fenrys any less furious for the way that prick talked to his friend and prince.
Rowan didn't even give Azriel an ounce of his attention as he took ahold of Aelin's waist, pulling her closer and looked at Rhysand. "I assume you are their ruler. What do you say?"
Rhysand assesed everyone before looking back at the queen and the prince consort as he said, "We may have hurt y/n and broken her trust but she hasn't broken ours. If she trusts you enough to be here, we shall trust you enough to be here. I also swear to keep my members in line and make sure no harm comes from our side either."
Aelin nodded as she said, "Very well, then. Follow me." She turned to leave with Rowan beside her followed by everyone else but Fenrys stayed back when he saw y/n quickly say something to Aelin before coming towards him only to be stopped by Azriel getting in her way.
Oh, you little fucker.
"Y/n, please, there has been a misunderstanding. Please, let us talk-"
She didn't even acknowledge a word he said as she moved past him and headed straight towards Fenrys, taking ahold of his hand before moving in the opposite direction to the wing in which her room was located in.
She saw how Fenrys gave the Illyrian a smirk before turning around and following his mate.
"I have been dying to get to you! I have been so sorry! Please!"
His cries for her went on deaf ears as she led her mate towards the palace. Once inside her room, Fenrys said, "What was that about-"
"Shhhh"
She silenced him with a quick peck to his lips before once more taking his hand and a small lamp while leading him towards the very place she felt the need to show him. The Crystal Caverns. When she moved the creaked floorboard, Fenrys' shock was evident on his face as he looked at the stairs leading into the darkness beyond.
"What- how- what is this? Since when has it been here?"
She turned to look at him and smiled. "I discovered it a little while after I came here. Trust me, Fen. You won't regret it. Just follow me."
He took ahold of her hand as he said with the most serious tone ever, "I will always follow you, my princess. I trust you enough to lead me anywhere."
She couldn't hide the overflow of emotions she felt for him and from the looks on his face, Fenrys felt all of them as well through the now golden bond.
After a while of walking while telling Fenrys all about the place, they finally arrived at the breathtaking location of crystal caverns. Y/n watched every move and reaction that Fenrys made as his wide eyes took in the place, mouth wide open in utter bewilderment.
She smiled and let him look around as she moved towards the small glittering lake, staring into the beautiful and translucent colors eminating from it due to the crystals underwater.
"It is beautiful, isn't it, Fen?"
"It is, but not as beautiful as you." His voice sounded from right near her ear, slightly startling her as y/n turned her head sideways and looked at him.
And then, she whispered the words that changed the mood completely.
"My mate,"
Fenrys' eyes visibly turned darker as his pupils dilated, his breath suddenly coming in ragged breaths and the small scent of his arousal hitting her nose immediately. Y/n herself felt all hot as she squeezed her thighs to try and keep her arousal from him but....from the way Fenrys suddenly turned her around and breathed her in, nuzzling his head in her neck and groaning, y/n knew it was fruitless to hide from him. Not anymore.
He pulled his head away slightly, face mere inches away from hers as he whispered, "Ask me to kiss you."
Her reply came immediately, "Kiss me, Fenrys."
She barely managed to finish the sentence when his lips collided with hers. His tounge invading her mouth as they both fought for dominance in their hungry kiss, Fenrys eventually getting the upper hand.
Without breaking the kiss, she tugged at his tunic, signaling for him to take it off. Fenrys didn't need anymore telling as he immediately ripped it away, hands then coming to help her unclasp her ties in the back of her dress. Once that was on the floor, she was left in her undergarments which caused him to break away and step back to admire her body, her scars and her curves.
She tried to move her hands and cover her exposed areas but his fierce, dominating voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Don't you dare."
She put her hands down immediately, letting him devour her with just his yes. Another wave of arousal overtook her as she felt herself getting wetter.
"Take off your undergarments and get in the water, princess."
She did as he told her, slowly taking off each piece while keeping her eyes on his. Once she was completely naked, Fenrys groaned loudly as he took her in from head to toe.
"Gods, you are perfect. And all fucking mine."
"And you are mine."
He clearly enjoyed her posessive tone as slowly started to take down his pants with a smirk. "Oh, yeah, princess?"
She nodded her head slowly, eyes admiring every inch of him as Fenrys took off his last garment that hid his prominent erection from her. And oh Gods.....the sheer size and girth of him made her knees buckle. His tip was all red and angry, waiting for her.
She slowly glided her gaze back to his before turning around and seductively swaying her hips on her way towards the lake. Once she entered it, the warm water reaching her mid-ribs, she turned to look at him. Fenrys' eyes never left hers as he took deliberately slow steps towards her, eventually also immersing himself in the water.
They were standing chest to chest now, Fenrys' hand slowly rised out of the water as he moved a strand of her hair behind her ear. He then gently took ahold of the back of her head, bringing their lips closer as her arms went to his biceps. The kiss was full of words they couldn't express. Desperation, hunger, posessiveness, obsession and adoration. Both of their hands exploring each others assets as he gently squeezed her cheek underwater causing a small yelp to come out of her, granting him the access he needed to fully devour her mouth.
After a while, his mouth moved to her jaw and then her neck, leaving open mouthed and desperate kisses but also bites that clearly marked her as his. Y/n tried to hide her moans but stopped when he lifted his head, looking down on her as he said in an attractively raspy voice, "Don't hide your pretty noises from me, princess. There is no one here and even if there was, they would know that you are mine and mine alone so sing for me, witchling."
She did as he asked, letting her moans out as Fenrys kept on going lower and lower, kissing over her collarbones and scars before reaching her breasts and sucking one, while playing with the other. She could feel his hard erection pressing right against her now, causing her to squeeze her thighs which led to Fenrys letting out a strangled moan.
"Fen, please,"
He lifted his head, one hand slowly submerging underwater to slowly find its way towards the place she needed him in the most.
"Please what?"
"Please-" Her gasp cut off her sentence as one of his long and thick fingers entered her mound, causing her eyes to roll back and hands clench on his biceps.
"Please what, princess?"
"I-" A second finger entered her, making her head fall onto his shoulder, small moans emitting from her mouth.
"Princess, what happened?"
Before she even processed his words, a third finger was inside her, invading her walls as his pace quickened, his palm now hitting her cunt as she felt that spark within her build up.
"D-don't s-s-stop"
"Wasn't planning to, princess."
His other hand took ahold the back of her neck as he moved her head back and attacked her neck once more. Her release was quickly building up and his lips on her neck just intesified it tenfold.
His lips came to her ear, hot breath hitting her as he said, "You are mine now, this cunt is mine, this ass is mine, this body is mine, your everything is mine. You are mine and I will prove it to you in every possible way."
That was her undoing as with a final thrust, she let out a loud moan and came all over his fingers, chest heaving up and down as she slowly looked at him through the haze within her and oh, Gods....he was watching her the entire time, his intense and hungry eyes fixed on her completely as he slowly took his hand out from underwater and licked his fingers, groaning at the taste of her on his tounge, causing her to flush red.
"Y/n-"
Y/n didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence before she leapt on to him, joining their lips once more and tasting herself on his tounge. She pulled away slightly, both of them panting heavily as she whispered, "Fuck me, Fenrys."
He groaned out a "Fuck, princess. You are killing me. Jump."
She wasted no time in jumping on to him, Fenrys catching her under the thighs as he lined his cock with her entrance. He slowly entered her, inch by inch, making her let out a silent moan before he kissed her fiercely. Her grip behind his neck tightened as her hands tangled in his hair and her mound took in more and more of him with each stretch until he was fully inside her.
He gave her time to adjust before she nuzzled her head in his neck and whispered a "Move, please."
He started off slow, not wanting to hurt her and y/n already felt so full, her pain quickly dissolving into pleasure as she soon started to kiss and bite his throat, causing him to moan loudly as he picked up his pace, balls slapping against her skin.
Their moans echoed all throughout the place as her walls tightened around him, his tip constantly hitting her spongy spot. Her mind was completely hazy, her mouth was open, everything was a blank. She thought nothing but Fenrys and how good he felt. How she never wanted to leave this cave and make this moment end. She wanted to be with him, forever.
They came together and stayed like that for a while before their newly mated bond caused their insatiable need for one another to renew. After they fucked like rabbits in almost every part of the cave, after Fenrys ate her out who knows how many times more, they were both spent as they lay on the ground, limbs all tangled, bodies all wet with sweat and water as she put her head on his beating chest while he caressed her hair and looked up at the crystals covering the rocky ceilings.
"You know, we Illyrian's have very sensitive wings."
"Yes, you told that to Eva."
"But what I didn't tell her is that, that sensitivity also applies in sex. There is a specific place within the muscles in our wings that if touched properly, we can just cum from that alone."
"Oh, yeah? Hmmm I will test that out for my self soon enough then."
But then she felt his hand on her back, touching her biggest scar and suddenly her mood dampened.
"Who gave you all these scars, princess?"
She sighed and closed her eyes as she whispered, "A cruel monster."
His hands kept on gently caressing her even though she felt his body slightly stiffen as he whispered back, "Where is he now?"
"Dead."
"You killed him?" She heard the surprise in his voice as she nodded her head, still refusing to look at him and said, "My first kill. I was twenty."
"How did he give these scars to you?"
"Let that be a story for another time. I don't wish to talk about it now."
And so they didn't talk. Not with words atleast. But Fenrys made sure to show her all the love with his body as they stayed in the crystal caverns for a little more before bathing in the small lake and then leaving the place hand in hand. Their joy at finally being joined in both body and soul emanating from them both.
Fenrys had never felt so fulfilled in his life before. Finally being with his mate after years of being alone brought him the peace he has been seeking for so long. Even though they are about to face something so terrifying, Fenrys knew that they would be fine as long as their bond stayed strong.
Everyone was in the war council chamber when they entered the room. His protective instincts made Fenrys draw her closer to his body before moving towards the side of the area in which his family was. The high lord, who was listening to Aelin's plans carefully, failed to hide the shame on his face when y/n entered the room. All of their eyes were on her as Fenrys led her to sit with the women; Manon, Petrah, Yrene, Lysandra and Elide.
The anger from Azriel could be felt even if they were miles and miles apart and that alone made Fenrys full with pride.
"Finally, after three hours, you decide to grace us with your prese- oh, now I see." Lorcan had the most mischevious grin on his face as he smelled Fenrys and then looked over at y/n.
Fenrys, still not taking his eyes off of Azriel's intense gaze from across the room, asked Lorcan, "How was it while we were gone?"
Lorcan just scoffed as he looked around the place, his eyes coming to land on Rowan and Aelin explaining whatever to Rhysand and his court.
"I came this close to ripping off that Cassians head about three times in the past hour alone. He is giving all of us these dirty looks, well, how about he tries to give me that look when I am punching him into the ground. His mate-Nesta- is no different- did you know, she also has some death powers like bringing dead people to her feet or something? Apparently they call her lady death."
"Anyways, then that Mor kept looking at Lucien and Petrah which caused her to at some point yell at Mor something like 'If you keep staring some more, I won't hesitate to rip your throat out' and that caused Mor to challenge her and then the whole place turned into a disaster of two sides arguing before Rhysand managed to interfere and calm his court down."
And then, Lorcan's eyes widened as he turned to look at Fenrys with a huge smile and hit him on the arm. "Oooh and my favorite moment was when in the middle of a somewhat civil-as civil as you can get with these barbarians-discussion, Azriel asked where was y/n and Dorian decided it would be a great idea to provoke him by saying 'with her mate, probably fucking.' Oh, Godsss, you should have seen that pricks face, Fenrys. It was like all the color got drained out of him."
Fenrys noted to thank Dorian later on for that as a huge grin overtook his face. He then looked towards the windows where his beautiful mate was with Manon, Petrah and Yrene now, listening attentively as the healer explained something to her by pointing into the book. Even seeing her caused a soft smile to overtake his features as he admired what was now his.
Once all of this was over, he would take her away for some time where it could be just the two of them, basking in their newly found relationship. He looked back at Lorcan and said, "Care for a walk?"
"I would love to." Dorian's voice interrupted Lorcan's as the king popped from behind Lorcan.
Lorcan rolled his eyes. "No one invited you, little king."
Dorian just shrugged as Chaol, Lucien and Aedion also came to stand with them.
"Oh, well. We are all about to risk our lives once more so might as well have a lovely little walk beforehand."
Aedion nodded his head. "Rowan and Aelin seem to have it handled. Just get me out of here, please. I don't know how much of this tension I can take."
Fenrys sighed, "Very well. Looks like what was meant to be an only two person chat will end up becoming a five person chat."
Lucien smirked, "We can't miss the exciting conversation about how you and y/n mated, you know."
Chaol rolled his eyes as they moved to first kiss their women a temporary goodbye. "You are acting as if you and Petrah didn't also just newly mate."
Lucien hugged his mate before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, causing her to smile up at him. "We will take turns in telling."
Fenrys ignored the rest of the conversation as he moved to kiss his woman fiercely, leaving her breathless once they detached, her eyes once more filling with lust.
"We will be back soon, little warrior."
Her eyes darted to the others before a small blush crept up her cheeks and she smiled while nodding.
Gods, she was so adorable, Fenrys just wanted to eat her whole.
They left the room and headed towards the royal gardens when an irritating voice stopped them.
"You think you can take my mate from me and get away with it, you viper?!"
Fenrys and the others immediately turned around to find Azriel and Cassian heading straight towards them as Cassian tried but failed to hold him back by the shoulder.
Lorcan and Aedion immediately stepped forward but Fenrys pushed them back, all of their warnings of 'Don't do it.' 'Don't fall for his games' 'He is just provoking you' 'Ignore him' fell on deaf ears as Fenrys stood proud and tall when Azriel--who turned out to be a couple of inches shorter--came to stand right in front of his face.
Cassian, whose slightly anxious eyes now darted towards Lorcan due to his huge size, tried to once again push his brother back but failed miserably when Azriel snarled in Fenrys' face.
"You won't get away with this. She is mine and she knows it. Y/n will come home with me and we will be together once more."
Fenrys kept his indifferent mask on as he said, "Don't you have a mate? Hmmm I wonder what she would think if her beloved is here trying to get back what was never his to begin with."
Azriels eyes narrowed into slits as he said, "You are no mate for her. You are undeserving of her. Who do you think you are? Nobody but a stranger from a different world who interfered with our relationship-"
The dam broke.
The wolf was unleashed.
Fenrys landed his first blow right into Azriel's jaw and hit him with the second one right in the ribs before he even had time to think about it.
Azriel staggered back, a sharp breath escaping his lips as he struggled to regain his footing. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, now burned with a fierce, unyielding fire. The air between them crackled with tension, charged with the raw energy of their confrontation.
With a snarl, Azriel righted himself, his dark wings flaring as he used their power to launch himself back into the fray. He swung a powerful arc with his staff, aiming to catch Fenrys off guard. But Fenrys was ready. With a swift, practiced move, he dodged the blow and countered with a spinning kick that connected solidly with Azrielâs midsection.
In the distance, he could hear shouts and screams. Probably his brothers stopping Cassian or maybe Lorcan too, is releasing his anger on Cassian or maybe they are trying to stop Fenrys. Whatever the case is, he didn't care. Fenrys tried. He tried for y/n. Tried for his queen and tried for his brother but no, Azriel had to breach the line and now, he was facing the consequences.
Azriel grunted, the impact sending him crashing into a nearby stone pillar. He pushed himself up with a growl of determination, wiping a trickle of blood from his split lip. His gaze locked onto Fenrys with renewed intensity.
âIs that all youâve got?â Azrielâs voice was a low, dangerous growl.
Fenrys smirked, the adrenaline of battle fueling his movements. He advanced, his movements fluid and fierce, each step calculated to keep Azriel on the defensive. He feigned a left jab, only to deliver a right hook to Azrielâs temple.
Maybe in their world, Azriel, Cassian and Rhysand are considered the best, the largest, the most powerful. But here? Azriel was nothing but a faeling for Fenrys. None of them were match for the Cadre.
Azriel reeled, but he quickly recovered, his eyes narrowing as he harnessed his power. In a swift, fluid motion, he conjured a blade of shadow and lashed out with it. The dark blade cut through the air with a menacing hiss. Fenrys barely had time to react, raising his forearm to block the strike. The blade scraped against his skin, leaving a searing, burning sensation in its wake.
He spread his wings wide, using them to shield himself from Fenrysâs next onslaught. As Fenrys closed in, Azrielâs dark magic surged, swirling around him in a protective barrier.
Fenrys didnât hesitate. He gathered his strength and charged through the barrier with a roar, breaking through the swirling shadows and driving Azriel back with a brutal series of strikes. The clash of their powers reverberated through the air, each blow resonating with the intensity of their struggle.
Azrielâs breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to keep up with Fenrysâs relentless assault. Azriel's shadows seemingly decided to leave him alone, disappearing into who knows where. Fenrys managed to pin him to the ground, delivering blow after blow, his anger knowing no bounds or limits.
He could shift into a wolf but then that would mean that he has to kill Azriel and although he would love nothing more, Fenrys was still sensible enough to know that by doing it, he would unleash a myriad of unwanted problems.
He saw nothing and heard nothing but Azriel and his bone crunching under Fenrys' fists. Oh the pleasure it brought to him to finally have him like this-
Two small hands were on his, trying to drag him away-
He would know these hands and this scent anywhere. The only one who can ever calm him down. His princess, his witchling, his mate.
Y/n.
"Fen, please stop this!"
"Please, Fenrys!"
He let go of Azriel as y/n managed to drag him away, the rest of their family coming to circle all around him.
"Gods, Fenrys. Are you out of your mind?!" Aedion.
"I think I made it clear when I said no fights!" Aelin.
"You did so good, Fenrys. Thanks to you I got to punch Cassian when he tried to attack us for beating up Azriel." fucking Lorcan.
"Look at your hands!" Yrene.
"Why did I even try with warning you in the first place?" Rowan.
"Fen, please, look at me." His love, y/n.
Fenrys' eyes immediately snapped up to her and before anyone could say anything else, he grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto his shoulder, pushing through others and heading towards the palace.
"Fenrys!"
"Fen, please put me down!"
He ignored her.
A sigh. "Atleast go to the healing hut where we can do something about those bloody knuckles of yours."
He obliged.
Once in the healing hut, he put her down before she knocked on Isolde's door and entered it once the healer opened it.
"Oh Fenrys, what have you done?" Isolde said while slightly shaking her head and gesturing for them to sit down as she went to search for some medicine. Y/n turned to look at him with all the worry in the world evident in her hypnotizing eyes.
"What were you thinking? You promised-"
"He provoked me too much. I couldn't hold it back anymore."
She sighed as Isolde came back with a small wooden box in her hand, giving it to y/n. "Apply this salve over his injuries, they should heal in a days time."
Y/n nodded and said her thanks before the healer turned and left to another corner of the room. Y/n opened the circular box and wiped some of the salve with her fingers before taking his right hand in hers and gently applying it onto them.
"Well, thank you."
Fenrys' eyes widened slightly. "Thank you? For what?"
She smiled. "For standing up for me. For protecting my honor. Azriel is in a horrible condition, you know. If you continued some more, he would end up dead."
Fenrys grunted. "Should've kept punching, then."
She moved her hands from his to his face, cupping it and bringing him closer to her as she looked between his eyes, "I am glad you didn't, Fen. What you already have done has been more than enough. I am so proud of you for everything."
He smiled softly at her as his arm came around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he delivered a soft kiss to his mate's delectable lips.
The next hours passed in high tensions as neither of the courts spoke with each other, only acknowledging one another when needed. As the hours drew closer, y/n just kept her anxious thoughts at bay by burying herself in her mate's arms as they sat on a couch in the sitting room with their family around.
Finally, as she watched her mate and friends choose weapons for the battle, y/n felt her fears slowly to start creeping up-
"Everything will be fine, you will do just fine." Yrene's soothing voice sounded in her ear as they both stood on the sidelines and watched everything going around them.
Dorian entered the room with the book in hand, heading towards them as he said, "The best place for this will be in the forest, ladies. We don't need to destroy any furniture, you know."
Y/n and Yrene smiled as the former said, "Let us get going as well then."
"And not say farewell to us?" Aelin's feigned hurt tone made them look at her, all strapped with weapons as y/n said, "Of course not before that."
"Good, because I don't think I can leave without kissing you some more." Lorcan said to his wife as Elide giggled.
"Get a room, you two." Dorian's disgust at them vanished the second he had Manon in his arms and began devouring her face.
"Such babies," Yrene said while shaking her head as she let her husband hug her tightly.
In the other side of the room, Lysandra, Aedion and Eva were having their own family moment as Fenrys approached y/n.
âBe careful please,â she said as Fenrys hugged her in his arms, inhaling her scent.
âIf being careful means coming back to you, then I most certainly will be.âÂ
She nuzzled her head in his chest, âI am afraid, Fen.â
He kissed the top of her head gently, âDonât be, I will send you energy through the bond if I feel you declining.âÂ
She closed her eyes, pure bliss overtaking her âHmmmâ
âIf any of those vipers try to do something to you-â
âFen, no. They wonât because they are ashamed to even look at me in the eye. I will be fine.â
âWe are leaving, everyone!â Aelinâs voice boomed across the room as the couples began detaching.
âAsk me to kiss you.â
She smiled and pulled away. âNot this time, Fen. I will kiss you when you comeback home to me. Alive.â
He smiled back and said, âVery well, witch.â
And before she knew it, with a final look, he was heading towards Rowan and Aelin.
Once they were gone, Dorian told the guards to inform Rhysand and his court that it is time.Â
As they began preparing for their short journey to the woods, the inner circle entered. Y/n felt her body tense slightly but decided to ignore them all and keep her hands busy with helping Yrene roll the scriptures.
Lucien came into the room a moment later as Eva crossed her arms and asked him, âAnd where, pray tell, were you?â
He just smiled sheepishly and said, âCanât a male have his privacy with his mate?â
Elide snickered before they heard a scoff from the other side of the roomâŚ.Mor.
Y/n put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, âIgnore them, they will be gone soon, Lu.â
He just nodded his head stiffly but didnât say anything else.Â
âVery well, everyone. Time to leave.â Dorian announced as he exited the door, book in hand.
During their walk, y/n felt like she could cut the tension with a knife as the inner circle followed them through the woods. At some point, Nesta tried to speak to her but y/n cut her off with an âI donât want to hear it.âÂ
More also tried apologizing for the whole panic attack situation but, y/n ignored her too. Azriel could barely even walk, let alone breathe as Cassian, who had a giant bruise on his cheekbone, held his brother up.
She just kept close to her friends and followed the path Dorian went. When they finally arrived, the place looked like some sort of a ritual point. A huge circle made out of stone held up large boulders with unique carvings on them as green ivyâs covered most of the ground and surrounding area.Â
Dorian placed the book in the very center and then turned to look at y/n. âTell it to open the right page.â
Y/n came forward and put her hand on the book, her body filling with energy as she looked down at the object and said, âOpen the right page.â
The book needed no more commands as itâs pages flipped through on their own accord, coming to land on a text with ancient writing.Â
Yrene nodded her head before turning to look at the inner circle. âSince you all will be leaving together, I suggest you do not separate at all.âÂ
Rhysand gave her a short, curt, nod before turning to his court and saying something in a low voice  to them.Â
Dorian looked at Lucien, Elide, Eva, Yrene and then at her as he said, âVery well, family. Y/n, the lunar eclipse shall begin inâŚwhen will it begin again Yrene?â
The healer looked up into the sky and said, âIf my calculations were correct, in exactly two minutes.â
âSo, once the eclipse begins, I put my hand on this writing and hone in my energy?â
They all gave her small nods before Eva asked, âAre we sure that the gates will open?â
Dorian just sighed. âFor our sake, let us hope that they will.â
âI think it is starting.â Elide announced as she looked upwards, followed by everyone else as y/n heard Feyre gasp and say, âWhat is happening?â
âIt is time.â Dorian looked at y/n, a small encouraging smile on his face as Yrene opened her scriptures and began reciting the spells she deciphered from the book in the library. What they did, y/n had no idea but she trusted the healer too much to ever doubt her skills.
Elide, Lucien and Eva stood nearby, observing and ready to help at any second as the inner circle too, came closer.
Y/n could feel all the eyes on her as she sighed and closed her eyes, bringing her palm up and on to the page.Â
The second her hand landed on the magical writing, her blood felt molten, her body feeling too heavy. It was like she was burning from the inside.Â
And then, all of a sudden, it was as if something gripped her from the back and yanked her into darkness.Â
âElaraâs daughterâ
âThe connectedâ
âThe keyâ
âThe chosen oneâ
Multiple ancient voices were hissing all around her as y/n kept on falling through the darkness.Â
âHave you come to close the gates, child?â
âFool, you shall die.â
She fell and fell until her back hit something strong. With a groan, y/n got up  and looked around, only mist and fog were around her. What was this place?
She couldnât see much due to the fog but she tried her best and stretched her arms in front of her to try and feel where she was going.Â
âYou think you can close the gates and keep end the valgs?â
She suddenly turned around to find a towering figure emerging from the mist. Cloaked in shadows, its eyes glowed a piercing blue, cutting through the darkness. The figure seemed to absorb the very light around it, creating an aura of dread that chilled y/n to her core.
"You think you can close the gates and end the valgs?" The voice echoed again, this time more pronounced, filled with both curiosity and malice.
"I have to," y/n whispered, her voice trembling yet determined. "It's my destiny."
The figure laughed, a cold, harsh sound that reverberated through the void. "Destiny, child? Or a curse?"
With a wave of its hand, the mist parted, revealing a path lined with ancient, rune-covered stones. "Follow the path if you dare. But beware, for not all who tread here return."
Determined, y/n took a deep breath and stepped forward, her resolve hardening with each step. The path seemed endless, winding through the fog, with the voices of the ancients whispering warnings and secrets in her ears. The weight of her destiny pressed heavily upon her, but she knew she had no choice but to continue.
The path led y/n deeper into the mist, where the air grew colder and the whispers grew louder, each step echoing with an ominous finality. As she continued, the runes on the stones began to glow faintly, casting eerie shadows that danced and shifted around her.Â
After what felt like an eternity, she arrived at a massive, ancient gate made of black stone, covered in intricate carvings and sigils that seemed to pulse with a dark energy. This was the source of the whispers, the place where the voices of the ancients converged.
Before the gate stood a tall, imposing figure draped in dark robes, its face hidden beneath a hood. In its hands, it held a staff topped with a glowing crystal, emanating an otherworldly light.
"You have arrived, Elaraâs daughter," the figure intoned, its voice resonating with a power that shook y/n to her core. "This is the Gate of Shadows, the barrier between worlds. To close it, you must face the darkness within and without."
The gate slowly began to creak open, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and light beyond. The figure raised its staff, and the crystalâs glow intensified, casting a protective circle around y/n.
"Step forward, child, and confront your destiny. But remember, the darkness will test you. Only those with the purest hearts and strongest wills can prevail."
With a deep breath, y/n stepped through the gate, into the heart of the vortex, ready to face whatever trials awaited her within.
As y/n stepped through the gate, she felt an immediate pull, like being drawn into a powerful current. The swirling shadows and light enveloped her, and she was plunged into a world of chaotic energy. Shapes and figures moved within the darkness, whispering her name, taunting and challenging her resolve.
As y/n stepped through the gate, she felt an immediate pull, like being drawn into a powerful current. The swirling shadows and light enveloped her, and she was plunged into a world of chaotic energy. Shapes and figures moved within the darkness, whispering her name, taunting and challenging her resolve.
The first trial began almost instantly. The shadows coalesced into a figure resembling her mother, Elara. The figureâs eyes glowed with an unearthly light, and its voice was a haunting echo of her motherâs.
"Do you really think you can succeed where I failed?" the shadow-Elara taunted. "You are but a child, untested and weak."
Y/nâs heart ached at the sight, but she stood firm, clenching her fists. "I am stronger than you think. I carry your legacy, and I will not fail."
The shadow-Elara lunged at her, its form twisting into a monstrous shape. Y/n dodged and summoned her inner strength, feeling the magic within her pulse and surge. With a fierce cry, she released a burst of light, dispelling the shadow.
The vortex shifted, and y/n found herself in a vast, desolate landscape, the sky above a swirling mass of storm clouds. In the distance, she saw a figure standing alone. As she approached, she realized it was herself, a mirror image staring back at her with cold, calculating eyes.
"This is your second trial," the doppelgänger said, its voice a perfect replica of her own. "You must confront your own fears and doubts. Are you ready to face yourself?"
Y/n nodded, feeling a mix of fear and determination. "I am ready."
The battle was intense, with the doppelgänger matching her every move, every spell, every strike. But y/n drew on the memories of her journey, the lessons learned, the bonds formed. With each strike, she remembered her purpose, her friends, and her promise to end the valgs. Her iron fangs and claws working nonstop to help her in defeating her own self.
Finally, with a powerful surge of magic, y/n overwhelmed her doppelgänger, who dissolved into a swirl of shadows. Breathing heavily, she stood victorious, but exhausted.
The landscape shifted once more, and y/n found herself in a serene, beautiful garden, a stark contrast to the trials she had just faced. In the center of the garden stood a towering tree, its branches covered in shimmering, golden leaves. At its base, a small, intricately carved box rested, emanating a soft, warm light.
As she approached the tree, the ancient voices returned, now gentle and guiding. "This is the heart of the gate. To close it, you must place your hand upon the box and channel your magic. But be warned, the gate will resist, and the valgs will try to stop you."
With renewed determination, y/n placed her hand on the box. Immediately, she felt a surge of resistance, as if the gate itself was fighting against her. Dark figures began to emerge from the shadows, the valgs intent on stopping her.
Drawing on every ounce of her strength and magic, y/n focused on the box, channeling her energy into it. The light grew brighter, pushing back the darkness. The valgs advanced, but she held firm, determined to see this through. Black, foggy claws were on her from every side, trying to drag her back as ugly voices said, âYou wonât prevail. You wonât prevail.â
With a final, powerful burst of magic, the light from the box exploded outward, engulfing the garden and the shadows. The ancient voices cried out in triumph as the gate began to close, the vortex of shadows and light dissipating.
As the world around her faded to white, y/n felt a sense of peace wash over her. She had faced her trials, confronted her fears, and emerged victorious. The gate was closed, and the valgs were no more. Or at-least she hoped that was the case-
âY/n.âÂ
She turned around to find the inner circle. They were in some sort of a hallway that seemed to glow white from all around. Behind Rhysand and his court was a gate that was slowly-very slowly- closing.Â
They all looked at her with so much shame, with so much guilt. Y/n sighed and decided to speak first because she knew that this would be the last time they ever saw one another.
âI forgive you all. I wonât forget any of it but I do not wish for us to part with unfortunate feelings towards one another.â
Feyre was fully tearing up as Rhysand gripped her hand. For the first time, she saw Amrenâs eyes full with sadness as her unusually soft voice called out to her, âWe shall carry this guilt with us forever, girl.âÂ
Nesta who was standing next to Amren, nodded her head, a tear sliding down her cheek as she said, âI am happy to know that you have found a family that will truly cherish you.â
âThat will succeed in the places we failed.â Mor said mournfully.Â
Rhysand gave her a small, grateful smile as he said, âIt was my honor to have known you for so long. Your invaluable presence will never be replaced.â
As they began turning one by one and entering the closing gate, Cassianâs pained face looked at her. âI am so sorry, sweets. So sorry for letting you down.âÂ
She gave him a small smile as he too, turned around and went through the gate, leaving only Azriel behind as he looked back at the now quickly closing gate and then at her.
âY/n-â
âI understand, Azriel. We had a beautiful time while together and I believe that is something I shall never forget. In a way, we both prepared each other to ultimately meet our mates. Now go, be with her. I wish you both well.â
He gave her a small smile. âI will forever carry this guilt with me, but I wish you the best as well. My love for you will never cease to exist, y/n dearest.â
Then, he turned around and entered the gate, giving her final look of gratitude before the gate closed completely.Â
She sighed and turned around, taking a step forward-
Her foot fell through a hole. She was falling once more. World after world, gate after gate, she saw glimpses of different realms, different places before their gates too, sealed off completely.
She saw a world with tall buildings and shimmering lights, a world filled with vast dunes and oasis cities, a world where a whole civilization was underwater, a world where multiple Islands were floating in the air.
She went through world after world, the gates shutting off after she passed through each until she was slowing down, down, downâŚ.
When she finally opened her eyes with a gasp, she found herself back in the real world, the ancient writing still glowing faintly beneath her hand. She was exhausted but triumphant. The voices of the ancients had fallen silent, and a calm, serene silence enveloped her.
âOh thank the Gods!â Yreneâs overjoyed voice was the first thing that she heard before Eva was on her, hugging her tightly.Â
Y/n was drained. She was panting heavily and felt like her body would collapse at any second when everyone gathered around her, congratulating her.
Eva put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest as she looked at Dorian. âSooo, I win the bet. Give me my 15 gold coins.â
The king rolled his eyes playfully but said, âYou said she would be back in two hours. She came back in three.â
âWell, unlike Lucien who bet ten minutes, I was close enough.â
Lucien laughed as he said, âIn my defence, I had no idea it would take this long.â
Elide put her arm under y/nâs shoulder as Dorian hoisted her up from the other side, âIgnore them, we were bored while your body was immersed in a trance so we made bets about how quickly you would return.âÂ
Y/n didnât feel like she had the energy to reply to anything so she gave a small smile as they slowly made their way out of the woods while Dorian kept bickering with Eva, others interfering at some point.Â
The moment y/n was back in her room, she collapsed on the bed and slept away who knows how many hours. When she awoke, Fenrys was beside her, an arm draped protectively over her waist.Â
His eyes were open as he seemingly admired her. Y/n couldnât keep her joy and relief at seeing her mate come back in one piece contained as she jumped on to him, draping her arms around his shoulders and nuzzling her nose into his neck.Â
He hissed a little which caused her to immediately detach and pull the covers away to find his left arm bandaged.Â
âFenrys! What- Are you well? I am so sorry-â
He put his right arms around her waist and pressed her body against his, smiling. âJust a scratch donât worry. Isolde said it will heal in a week. I am better now that you are with me.â
She looked worriedly all over him before sighing and putting her head back on his chest.Â
âDid you manage to kill them?âÂ
"We killed and killed. None of us could even stop to take a breath. There were so many of them it's like they keep inbreeding. At some point, I started becoming worried when I couldn't feel you through the bond and then I started full on panicking when the valgs wouldn't die because it meant that there was a chance something happened to you. But it wasn't like I could leave, I was stuck killing valg after valg. Then, however, they all suddenly fell to the ground mid-fight. All of them. That's when we all realized that you did, after all, manage to close the gates."
He kissed the top of her head as y/n listened to his beating heart, ensuring herself that he was real, alive and with her.
"Are there any injured?"
"Lysandra's leg got injured and a small amount of skin was ripped off of Lorcan's ribs but other than that, we are all well. Tired, exhausted even, but well."
She nodded her head. "What now?"
"Now? Now we get to finally live in peace. Together. Now we get all the time in the universe for each other."
She smiled. "I like that. I very much like that."
He slightly pushed her away so that they were looking at each others eyes as Fenrys said, "I believe you owe me a long overdue kiss?"
Y/n laughed and said, "Hmmm do I?"
His expression turned into longing as he whispered, eyes trained on her lips, "Ask me to kiss you."
She wasted no time in replying. "Kiss me, Fenrys."
He kissed her longingly, lovingly, hungrily, fiercely and softly. He kissed her until they couldn't breath anymore and once he left her lips, he moved down to her jaw, neck, slowly undressing her as he went lower to her breasts and then even lower. Heat was already pooling below her stomach as they basked in the feel of each other, knowing that they were finally in each others arms and that nothing could ever seperate them.
After a couple of hours, when they both entered the sitting room, they saw everyone gathered there, Lysandra's right foot was perched atop Aedions lap as Lorcan also lay on the opposite couch with his head on Elide's lap.
Everyone else was coupled up with their significant others, basking in the moment.
"Well, dearest y/n, welcome to the family." Aelin's proud voice echoed around the room as she looked at y/n with a bright smile, Rowan too smiled as he sat beside his queen and mate.
Y/n reciprocated their smile with her own. "Thank you. All of you. I am very grateful that you accepted me to your circle."
Lysandra waved her hand in the air, "Nonsense, you are one of us now, we are the ones who are grateful to have you with us."
"Are you going to take the blood oath now?" Chaol's question made all eyes turn to Aelin but the queen just smiled and looked at Manon who smiled back at y/n.
"Actually, me and Manon have already discussed this between ourselves since y/n is after all, an iron teeth witch and the mate of someone who is blood sworn to me. And we decided that..."
"That it is up to her to decide. She may or may not choose to do the blood oath. My only wish is that she comes and visits us in the witch kingdom."
Y/n smiled as Fenrys hugged her waist, "Of course I will. I will come visit all of you. There is so much to explore in this world, I can't wait to see it all with my own eyes."
Fenrys kissed the top of her head as he said, "We shall do it together, you will see all the beauty of our world, I swear it."
"Well, if you don't come to Adarlan first, I will be seriously wounded." Dorian put his hand on his chest as his head fell on top of Manon's, who was snuggled up in his arms.
"Oh, shush, you. Witch kingdom it is." Petrah hit him on the head as she passed by them with Lucien holding her hands.
"Oh, here we go again." Lysandra rolled her eyes as Aedion laughed.
Yrene, who was braiding Eva's hair, said, "Actually, she should go to the Southern continent first. I am sure Nesryn would love to meet her. Oh! I could show you where I lived for so long-"
"No! I think-"
"Gods, you are all such babies-"
"Shush Aelin!"
"Did you just tell my wife to shush?"
"Calm down, Rowan. Dorian has just been itching to get a beating from me for the past week."
"I would love to see you try-"
Y/n smiled and side hugged Fenrys as they watched their beloved family argue and bicker.
Suddenly, Fenrys whispered in her ear, "I promise to love and cherish you across the universe."
Oh, how she was ready for this new adventure to begin.
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Bitter Allies [Soap x Reader]
Chapter 8: The Cabin: Day 4 (pt.1)
Summary: You try to talk to Soap about yesterday. Key word is try.
Word Count: 4,515
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, angst, strong language, arguing, mentions of sex, hurtful language
A/N: Another two parter! Enjoy!! Donât forget to like, comment, and reblog if you wish đŤśđť also, see the end of the chapter for Soapâs drawing
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Bitter Allies ⢠Part 8
The next morning, the pain in your chest is still present. Your heart feels heavy, weighed down by confusion and a little regret. The dull ache between your legs is a lingering echo of Soap's rough touch that had split you in half. A constant reminder of last night. You feel raw, exposed, and the desire to talk to Soap about what happened is overwhelming now. As daunting as it seems, you know this conversation is unavoidable. It needs to happen sooner or later.
Pulling yourself upright in bed, you look to Soapâs side of the room and see that heâs gone. You hope for once that heâs around and hasnât left for a morning run or anything. You donât know if you can handle waiting for him to get back. Getting changed into the last fully clean pair of clothes you have, you go to look for the Scot.
As you walk into the kitchen, youâre naturally drawn to look out the window. Your heart leaps when you see him. Heâd sitting by the same tree he had a couple days ago, looking out towards the water. Taking a deep breath, gathering up your courage, you exit the cabin. The morning air is cool against your skin, but it does little to soothe your nerves.
Each step you take towards him makes your heart beat faster, the anxiety building with every stride. Youâre so nervous to talk to him, afraid of how this interaction might go. You had a pretty bad track record so far of turning civil conversations into heated arguments.
As you get closer, you come to realize he has one of his black books with him. Itâs opened up, and it looks like heâs sketching something. His eyes dart from between the lake in front of him to his book, pausing between his strokes when he does.
He either doesnât hear you or chooses not to acknowledge you until youâre about halfway to him. You can see him glance a little over his shoulder as you draw near, but he never fully turns his head to look at you. His gaze just goes back to his book. Even when youâre finally right next to him, he still doesnât say anything or even look up at you.
âCan I sit with you for a bit?â You ask before you lose your courage and run back to the cabin.
Soap is silent for a couple seconds, and for a moment, youâre worried heâs not going to say anything to you. Thereâs a pang in your chest at that thought, but Soap finally answers after a moment.
âSure.â He sighs, seeming to know exactly what you are here for. Then again, why else would you ever come to talk to him?
Slowly, you move to sit beside him. Itâs peaceful outside, a stark contrast to how youâre feeling. Not really knowing how you want to start this conversation, you instead look at the sketch heâs currently working on.
âI didnât know you liked to draw.â You say, watching as he carefully makes each line on the paper. Heâs drawing the scene of the lake. Using one of his fingers, he smudges a line heâs just made, darkening his finger with the lead of his pencil.
âIt helps pass the time. Takes my mind off stuff.â He shrugs, still offering his full attention to his drawing.
âIt looks nice. Youâre really good at drawing.â
And youâre being genuine. Youâre surprised to say that Soap is really good at drawing. Heâs about halfway through sketching the landscape, and it looks beautiful so far. Despite your compliment though, Soap sighs, taking his pencil off the drawing and finally looking at you.
âWhat do you want?â He asks, making you shy away slightly. You donât want him thinking your compliment was just empty words.
âI was being serious. Your drawing is really nice. Youâre really talented.â
Soap sighs again, glancing back down to his artwork, but not drawing anymore. âThanks. But I know youâre not out here cause you want to watch me draw. So get to it.â
Youâre silent for a long time, watching the side of his face. You were out here to talk to him about last night, but you were nervous. You wanted to ease into it, not just dive right in. Though with Soap outing you on your intentions, you donât really have a choice now.
âI just wanted to talk to you about last nightâŚâ You say slowly.
âThereâs nothing to talk about.â He answers quickly, making you frown. Of course there was something to talk about. How could he say that?
âSoap, we⌠we had sex. How is that not something to talk about?â
âLots of people have sex, States.â He shrugs. You begin to nervously pick at your nails.
âSo it didnât mean anything?â You find yourself asking.
You donât know what you want his answer to be. You should want him to say it didnât mean anything. It was just sex and nothing more. But a part of you doesnât want him to say that. Maybe if it meant something then you wouldnât regret it so much? Or maybe you really just wanted it to have meant something.
âDonât you fucking dare do that.â
âDo what?â You frown.
âDonât you start telling me this meant something to you. That you think this fixes anything between us.â
âIt⌠it didnât, I donât. I mean, Iâm just sorting through it- I donât know.â You say quickly, caught off guard by what he said.
âFucking ChristâŚâ Soap mutters, burying his face into his hands as you begin to feel flustered.
âCan you just-! Just answer my question! So what we did last night didnât mean anything?â
Soap groans, hitting his head against the back of the tree slightly. âNope. It was just sex. Something to get rid of all the tension for a bit. Thatâs it.â
His answer hurts you a lot more than you expect. The sting of his words leaves you momentarily speechless, your mind racing to process his easy dismissal. âOk.. well, good.â You find yourself saying, looking out across the waters. Itâs silent for a few moments before Soap breaks it.
âHey, by the way, youâre not going to get pregnant, are you? You are on birth control right?â He looks over to you, and youâre staring straight ahead, a blank expression on your face. His voice snaps you out of your thoughts.
âYeah, no weâre fine. Iâve got a birth control implant.â
You werenât on birth control for the birth control part of it. It was mostly to help with a hormone imbalance to make your menstrual cycle more regular. But the birth control part of it was nice too for situations like when your teammate randomly decides to fuck you senseless.
Soap nods, his gaze shifting back to his sketchbook. He seems to visibly relax knowing there wasnât a chance of you being pregnant. âGood. Donât have to worry about that. Letâs just move on then, alright? What we did last night doesnât change anything.â
You bite the insight of your lip. âHow can you say it doesnât change anything?â It could be meaningless sex, but to say it didnât change anything? That was ridiculous.
Soap pauses, his pencil hovering above the page. He doesn't look up, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. "Because it doesnât," he says, his voice tight. "We had sex. Itâs over. We move on."
You shake your head, frustration boiling over. âHow can you just brush it off like itâs nothing."
He finally sets his pencil down, meeting your gaze with a hard stare. "What do you want me to say, States? That it meant something? That it was special? It wasnât. It was a mistake if anything.â
You hesitate, your emotions a tangled mess. "I donât know⌠It just doesnât feel like it was nothing."
He sighs heavily, closing his sketchbook. "Look, it was a mistake. A moment of weakness. We both needed an outlet, and it happened. But thatâs all it was.â
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "I just⌠Can I ask you something else?â You ask softly. There was still so much you wanted to get answers to.
Soap gives you a hard stare, but he eventually caves. âSure. Go ahead.â Soap sighs, turning his gaze to look out at the lake. He clearly doesnât want to keep talking about this with you, but he lets you continue anyway.
âI need to understand. Why did you kiss me? Why now, after everything?â
Soapâs jaw clenches slightly, you make out the slight pulse in his jaw when he does. âBecause I needed to blow off some steam. Because we were both there, and it was convenient. Does it matter?â
âYes, it matters!â You snap, your voice rising. âIt matters because I need to know if this was just some spur-of-the-moment decision for you or if thereâs something more to it.â
Soap sighs heavily, running a hand over his face in annoyance. âStates,â he says, his tone softer but still firm. You can heâs trying to keep his cool. âI donât have a better answer for you. It was just sex. Thatâs all it was. It was just a way to release some tension. Thereâs no hidden meaning behind it. No deeper nothing. Itâs better if we just forget it and move on.â
âSo thatâs it?â You manage to say, voice trembling slightly. âWe just go back to hating each other?â
Soapâs eyes meet yours. Thereâs a flicker of somethingâregret, maybe?âbut itâs gone too quickly to be sure. âYes, we go back to the way things were, and we forget this ever happened. Itâs better that way.â
âHow can we just act like nothing happened?â
âWe just go about our lives like we did before we fucked. Itâs not that hard, States.â
You bite your lip, fighting back tears. âMaybe for you!â
âOh, donât give me that shite. Youâre a soldier. You know how to compartmentalize. Do it.â
You shake your head, frustration boiling over. âThat���s not fair, Soap. You canât just ignore my feelings because itâs easier for you.â
âIâm not ignoring your feelings! Iâm trying not to make things more complicated than they need to be!â
âItâs already complicated! My whole relationship with you is complicated. And now I donât know what the hell to do! People who hate each other donât fuck each other.â
âI donât know what to fucking tell you! I was angry, things have been tense between us for a long time, I wanted to release that tension. So I did. It wasnât anything. Just a build up of too much tension that needed to be released. And it helped. The sex was good, but thatâs all it was. If you canât wrap your head around that, then thatâs your problem, not mine,â he says coldly. âIâve said what I needed to say. If you canât move on, thatâs on you.â
He picks up his sketchbook up off the ground and stands up, effectively ending the conversation. You continue to sit there, feeling more lost and confused than ever. The weight of his words hung heavily on your heart. You just had to forget it⌠Move on and act like it hadnât happened. You regretted it, you wished it hadnât happened.
Then why couldnât you let it go?
Soap was more than willing to act like it was nothing. To go back to your normal lives. Though maybe the problem was that you didnât want to go back. You didnât want to go back to the way things were. Where you fought constantly and were always at each otherâs throats. Maybe you hoped that sex meant Soap didnât hate you after all. It certainly felt like he despised you even more now though.
The more you thought about it, the more angry you got. He kissed you, he was the one whoâd had sex with you, he started all of this. All with the intention of just making himself feel better. No regard for how it might affect you. He really hated you that much? And he wouldnât even tell you why he felt the way that he did. If you had some explanation, some reason, maybe itâd make it better to accept it, but he gave you nothing.
Feeling a new fire ignite inside you, one that didnât want to go back, or at least wanted answers as to why Soap resented you, you get up and march after him. Heâd been dodging the question every time you asked, but not anymore. If things were going to go back to how they were, you were going to know why he felt the way he did.
By the time youâre up, Soap is already walking up the steps of the porch and heading inside. You follow after him, trying to get to him before he tries to leave again or before you lose the nerve to talk with him.
You push the door of the cabin open and step inside, scanning the small space for him. Heâs in the bedroom, tucking his journal away as you walk up to the doorway. As soon as Soap realizes youâre back, a sour look crosses his face.
âFucking hell, what do you want? Weâre done talking about last night.â He says firmly, going back to doing whatever it was he came in here to do.
âNo weâre not.â You say as firmly as you can. It comes out a little shaky though. âIf last night changes nothing, and if it meant nothing, if we have to just go back hating each other-â
âThere is no âgoing backâ to hating each other. We always have, nothing ever changed that.â Soap interrupts, just stabbing another knife into your chest.
âDonât interrupt me! If youâre going to hate me, thatâs fine. But I want to know why you do.â
Soap visibly gets uncomfortable, his shoulders tensing. âI already told you, I donât need to explain myself.â
âYou kind of do. You can't just keep pushing me away, Soap. If you really hate me that much, at least have the decency to tell me why."
âIâm not doing this with you.â
âYes you are! I deserve to know why you hate me. After everything you did yesterday, I deserve some answers.â
He clenches his jaw, looking away for a moment before finally meeting your gaze again. "Fine. You want to know why? Because you're always so damn stubborn, always in my face, challenging me, questioning everything I do."
Your heart is pounding in your chest. âSo, you hate me because I stand up to you? Because I won't just roll over and let you constantly talk shit to me?â
âYep.â He answers shortly, and you know heâs lying. Or at least not telling you everything.
âBullshit. I didnât start doing any of that to you for a long time. You were awful to me since I stepped foot on base. From our first introduction to each other. Was there someone else you wanted instead of me on the Task Force? Do you not like a girl joining your little group? Are you afraid Iâm going to out perform you? Is it because the guys like me, and you canât stand that?â
âWe didnât need you on our team! We were fine before you came along and ruined the entire dynamic.â
âYou are literally the only one who thinks that!â
âYeah, well, itâs not the first time Iâve seen a whole fucking unit crumble because no one wanted to believe me! I will not let you come in and tear everything apart!â
âIâm not going to tear you guys apart! I want to be on this team! I want to be with Price and Gaz and Ghost, and even you!â
âYeah thatâs what Annette said too!â
âWhoâs Annette?â You ask, and Soap instantly closes himself off. Heâs said too much. Got too caught up in the heat of the moment, slipped up, and revealed something to you he didnât want to.
âSheâs no one.â He says harshly before quickly continuing. âLook, you want to know why I fucking hate everything about you, States?â Soap is slowly approaching you, cornering you against the doorframe. âOh, where to even start. Youâre stubborn. You canât keep your nose out of other peopleâs business. Youâre annoying as hell. Youâre an absolute shite soldier, one I canât trust to have my back on the field. Youâre reckless, youâre a liability, and you have no clue what it means to be part of a team. And donât get me started on your pathetic attempts to prove yourself. Youâre just a suck up to Price and the others. Itâs embarrassing. You think youâre tough? Youâre a joke. Every time you open your mouth, I want to walk the other way. Youâre nothing but a thorn in my side, and I wish youâd never been assigned to this team. Youâre weak, youâre useless, and youâre a bloody nuisance. Thatâs why I hate you, States. Because youâre not worth the dirt on my boots.â
Youâre almost in tears as he finishes up. Your jaw is clenched tight to keep it from trembling, and youâre gripping the wood on the door frame so tightly youâre afraid itâs going to rip off. Soap has been a jerk to you in the past, but heâs never been this raw with his words before. At least you finally had an answer. One that felt real. Genuine. And shit, did it hurt.
âWeâve got three more fucking days together, States. Donât speak to me again during that time. Understand?â
Heâs leaning over you, face far too close for comfort. All you can do is nod your head, afraid that opening your mouth is going to make you break down. Soap huffs, his warm breath against your cheek before he pulls away.
âGoing out for bit. Gonna be hours. Just letting you know so you donât worry.â He tells you mockingly before leaving you against the doorframe. You listen for the sound of the cabin door closing before you sink to the ground, sobbing into your knees as you hug them close to you.
***
As Soap leaves the cabin, he can hear you crying inside. Despite all the horrible things he just said, after expressing how much he hated you, his heart tightens in his chest. It wasnât that he liked saying those things⌠hell, he wasnât even sure he meant half of those things anymore. But he refused to let you in. He couldnât. And you just wonât understand that.
It was all just a mess. Truth was, things had changed yesterday when he had sex with you. The more time he spent thinking about it, the more he realized Ghost was right. He really did just need to fuck you and get it out of his system. For the split second that all the tension was resolved, he truly felt an attraction towards you.
And that scared him.
He hadnât been expecting that. He thought youâd simply fuck and then have a breather for a moment. He didnât expect to be rushed with this sudden urge to actually want to be with you.
These next three days couldnât go by faster. He wanted this hell to be over. This torment to just end. He yearned to go back to how things were before he came here with you. Even if itâd been complicated before, it was better than how complicated it was now.
He listens to your sobs a moment more before shaking his head and heading for the woods. If he stayed a second longer, he was afraid heâd run back to you and do something he was going to regret.
***
You sat on the floor and cried for what felt like hours. Your eyes burned from how many tears had been leaking from them. The skin your around eyes was sore from how often youâd wiped at them, and your last clean shirt was now soiled with tears and snot. It wasnât prettyâŚ
After a few hours, you really couldnât cry anymore. You didnât think it was possible, but youâre sure youâve run out of tears. You feel disgusting. Soapâs words played on repeat over and over in your head, and youâre beginning to believe them.
Liability⌠untrustworthy⌠embarrassing⌠weak⌠uselessâŚ
You didnât want to be those things. And you know Ghost, Price, or Gaz would be so fast to dismiss them and reassure you that you werenât. But they werenât here, and they couldnât tell you those things. The only person you had was Soap.
At some point, you decide youâve had enough of sitting on the hard wood floor. You were a soldier. You know how to pull yourself together and keep going. So thatâs what you were going to do. The first thing you were going to do was take a bath. Wash away any remnants of Soap. Wash away the things heâs said to you, the grim, the pain. Take the opportunity to clean yourself now that you felt like you were in a million pieces before you put yourself back together again.
You slowly collect all the things you needed for bathing and head outside. Itâs warm. Beautiful as always. You hope maybe the sun will help you grow after feeling like youâve wilted. You can only hope.
As you step onto the deck, you notice your shit covered boots still waiting outside to be cleaned. You might as well clean those too while youâre at it. Why shouldnât everything have a fresh start. So you pick those up and carrying them down with you to the waters edge, dropping them in the dirt while dropping your towel on a nice patch of grass.
You strip down, no longer really caring about who is going to see you. Youâre far too upset to care at this point. The sun is warm of your skin, but the water is cold. It always is. Itâs numbing though, and youâd really like to feel numb for a little bit.
Youâre stepping deeper and deeper, feeling an odd moment of calm. The water really is soothing. Itâs helping to take your mind off the past three days. You close your eyes, soaking up the sunlight on your face and letting the water hold you.
Youâre so deep into your own mind, trying to self soothe, that you donât hear the silent steps of someone joining you on the shoreline. You donât hear your boots being knocked over, or see your clothes being stepped on. Itâs only when the feet of your unwanted guest step into the water, creating ripples and a plunking sound, that you realize youâre not alone.
An uneasy feeling overwhelms you and you shrink down slightly. âSoap?â You ask hesitantly, your first thought being that he was close by. But when you glance over your shoulder, itâs not Soap. Instead of meeting his angry blue eyes, you instead meet the angry black eyes of a black bear.
You gasp, almost losing your footing as you try to back away quickly into the deeper water to get some distance. There was a fair amount of distance between you and the bear already, but your first instinct was to get away from it.
The bear is sniffling the air, looking right at you. Itâs watching your every movement like itâs reading your body language. Trying to decide if youâd be worth going after. It makes a few grunting sounds, which sound so familiar. This must have been the bear that was chasing you yesterday. It must have followed you here.
âG-go away!â You shout at it, not sure if youâre suppose to play dead or not. Clearly this bear knows you arenât dead, and you honestly arenât sure if the play dead thing was a myth or not.
Maybe it wasnât a myth though, cause as soon as you shout at it, it raises onto its back legs and bellows at you. The sounds makes your heart thud harder in your chest, a shiver of fear running all through you. Its teeth look so sharp, itâs claws so long. Panic is starting to overtake you no matter how hard you try to push it down and keep a clear mind.
âOh my God, oh my God, oh my God⌠what the fuck do I do?â You mutter to yourself, yelping as it comes down on all fours again.
The bear starts to walk into the water, continuing to sniff the air and watch your every movement. Itâs still grunting and growling at you as it slowly stalks towards you.
Youâre frozen in fear, almost like youâre hoping it wonât see you if you stay super still, and it will go away. The creature takes a lunge at you, splashing up water before retreating a bit. Testing you. The sudden movement brings you back to the present, and you let out a scream, holding your arms up to shield you from the spray of water.
âGo away!â You shout louder this time and start to splash water towards it in hopes of scaring it off. It manages to make the animal jump and back away, but it recovers when it realizes the water didnât hurt and starts to come in again.
It lunges again at you, letting out a long roar and getting closer. However, this time it doesnât back away. Its mouth is hanging open and thick drool is dripping from its chops. It was like drooling at the very thought of having you for its next meal, a thought that makes you shiver.
âGet out of here! Go!â You shout some more. In a panic, you try to make more distance, swimming out a little further. The water was coming up to just under your chest now.
You avert your gaze for a split second to look around for a weapon, a stick or anything to defend yourself with, and the second you look away, the bear charges. You scream again, heart pounding and tears coming to your eyes. It was standing up again so it could touch the bottom of the lake, its arm taking a swipe at you. Luckily youâre still just out of reach.
âGo away! You fucking stupid animal! Go away!â You scream at it, backing up more.
To say you are terrified is an understatement. Youâre naked and completely unprepared to fight off something like a bear. You canât think, your mind still stressed and exhausted from the last few hours. Youâre panicking and afraid that youâre going to die.
Then you hear, far off in the distance, a familiar voice. One youâve never been more happy to hear in your entire life. As relieved and happy as you are to hear him, you hope itâs not going to be the last voice you ever hear.
âStates?! States!!!â
***
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LOVE YOUR HC!!! Can I ask for Haku, Romeo, Sho, Subaru courting the reader? And maybe a jealous HC if you are comfortable haha (could be combined to one or separated HC)
Haku, Romeo, Sho, and Subaru Courting Reader HCs(Gender Neutral Reader)
Of course! Thank you for requesting.
Ahhh thank you!
I'll do a separate jealous HCs since I didn't really include it in this post. I wasn't as well versed in courting hcs as I was in dating hcs, so I hope you enjoy.
Spoilers for the Hotarubi chapter in Subaru's part
It happened one day, out of the blue, when Haku asked you if he could court you.Â
When you agreed, Haku began.
It started with texts. You two would converse whenever you had free time.
The texts ranged from ordinary school life to the flirting that Haku did occasionally.Â
Next, Haku would give you little gifts. Flowers, little keychains that reminded him of you, plushies, and many more gifts.
And finally, he planned out many dates.
Restaurant dates were the first kinds of dates you went on. Then you went on trips to amusement parks and arcades. Now you guys go on little fun dates.
Haku would make sure to set boundaries between you and him.
If you enjoy physical content, he would make sure to initiate it. If not, he'd respect it.
Haku would ask Subaru and Zenji for advice for courting.
You would meet with the other ghouls in Hotarubi very often, having tea parties and talks.
Even though he's busy most of the time, he always makes time for you.
Romeo is a bit worse with courting. He didnât even tell you he wanted to, he just started doing it.Â
When you told him that youâd go through with the courting, he didnât really react besides a âgood choiceâ and a smile, but inside he was ecstatic.
Romeo was not that great at flirting at first, often times more of a backhanded compliment than a real compliment. Though after some conversations with Rui, reluctantly, he managed to get the hang of it.
The gifts Romeo brought you were oftentimes things he uses and owns.Â
Similar clothes, the same perfume he wears, and even similar sunglasses. He also gets you lots of flowers.
Even with his busy schedule, he managed to plan dates.Â
Fancy restaurant dates were the most common, although if you expressed interest, you could convince him to go to an aquarium, amusement park, or site seeing different spots in Japan.Â
Romeo is very possessive and proud. The gifts he gives you are his way of âmarking you.âÂ
He'd only be affectionate in public if it was a way to brag about you, and the fact that youâre the one dating the great Fico.Â
He would actively keep you away from Taiga and Rui, especially Taiga.Â
Heâs always eager to meet up with you whenever his work ends.
Sho doesnât really know how to court properly, but that still doesnât stop him.
After much consideration, he asks you if could court you.Â
He already texted you a lot, but he ups the romance a bit. He tries to flirt with you, but it ends up failing, at least you got a smile out of it. After lots of research he starts getting the hang of it.
Sho learns your preferences to pick out perfect gifts for you.Â
He gives you your favorite flowers, clothes he knows you'd like, and jewelry that you love.
Though he does buy you small things like coffee and food.
Dates with Sho are often held at your dorm with a home cooked meal made by him. He does take you on amusement park dates, arcade dates, and even cooking dates.
Sho does enjoy physical touch, and often holds your hand. Kisses and hugs are saved for private. He loves cuddling with you.
He actively keeps you away from Leo, but he doesnât mind you being around Alan.Â
Youâre his encouragement, and he looks forward to whenever he gets to see you.
Subaru is a mess when it comes to courting you. When you approve of him courting, he nervously starts.
Subaruâs texts are polite and romantic. He doesnât know how to flirt, so he often asks for advice from Haku and Zenji.Â
Subaru uses his stigma to learn your preferences, which helps him not overthink presents for you. He also gets help from Haku about gifts for you.
Lots of flowers, jewelry, and little trinkets are given to you by him. He gives you a pretty decorated good luck charm that he made.
Subaruâs dates are pretty chill. He takes you to watch Kabuki, you two have little tea dates, and you take little walks through scenic places.Â
Subaru doesnât like physical touch due to his stigma, but if you do, heâll deal with it. He does like hugging you, he just wishes his stigma doesnât activate.
You have tea and snacks with Haku and Zenji occasionally. Subaru sometimes joins in with them when he isnât busy.Â
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Chapter 2: Reign of Mercy
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đ˛summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your cityâs most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance â one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? đ˛this chapter: Thereâs a whole world here, where your curse can start to bloomâŚ
đ˛pairing: jungkook x female reader đ˛word count: 6.1k đ˛genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family đ˛rating: pg15 đ˛warnings: violence with superpowers, past attempted murder
a/n: if anyone is wondering, 190811 jungkook is exactly who I have in my head for this fic. so, go google that and thank me laterđđ also if you saw me change the summary, don't mind međ one more thing, I just wanted to clarify that while I say female reader, in this fic it's just the use of she/her pronouns. reader is shorter than Jungkook, but I don't think there's any actual anatomy description going on, in case that's a worry for you!
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âYouâre kidding, right?â
Namjoon made no reply to Jungkook at first, simply sighing. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he moved past the younger man and sank into the sofa. Anyone would have thought he hadnât heard the irate question.
Eventually he deigned to give a weary reply.
âJungkook, we canât pick and choose what happens. And nor could she. So drop it.â
Silent, wide eyes flickered between the two from the kitchen. Jiminâs breath stilled at his lips watching his two brothers while he clutched Vâs hand tightly.
Chewing over Namjoonâs response, Jungkook was like a ticking bomb. His gaze never faltered, blazing eyes fixed on his leader.
âJungkook.â
Only now did his tense form turn, finding Yoongi sat on the sofa behind him, relaxed with one leg slung over the other. No one had seen him come in, but that was normal. He still had his hood up; probably just got back.
Aiming a level look at the youngest, Yoongi said no more.
Exhaling, Jungkookâs shoulders relaxed a little. Simultaneously, a hint of poison leaked away from the air in the room.
Jungkook turned around.
âIt was Bolt, wasnât it?â
âYes.â Namjoon didnât try to deny it.
Swallowing, Jungkook stepped back to take a seat by Yoongi. He did not relax into the sofa's comfort, however, staying perched on the edge, alert.
âItâll be fine,â Namjoon spoke firmly, âI understand youâre not feeling great about it, but youâll get used to it. A good nightâs sleep, and youâll forget you were ever this mad.â
Jungkook scoffed derisively. Like that was ever going to happen.
âItâs not fair on the kid,â Yoongi weighed in, âshe was pretty beat up.â
âSee?â Namjoon agreed, as if that was a positive thing. âNever mind how she might look, she was a victim of Bolt too.â
Eyes slipping to the floor, Jungkook stuck his tongue in his cheek.
âYou know how we work.â
Namjoonâs words were final. And Jungkook could easily read within them the challenge, daring him to question their methods. Their trust. And he could never do that. Angry as he was, he knew Namjoon was right.
âHow youâre feeling is valid,â a softer voice tentatively entered.
As Jimin slid into the spot beside him, shuffling as close as possible with comforting arms enfolding his form, Jungkook gave in. Slouching at last, he leaned into his brother as V found a spot opposite.
âBut try to be fair,â Jiminâs gentle reminder sounded in his ear.
Jungkook stayed silent.
Cracking open, the door left a gap just big enough for Jin to talk through. The sound proofing on your safe room made it necessary.
âGood morning! Are you decent?â
He had to resist the panicked urge to enter when nothing answered him for a moment. But he neednât have worried; you were still asleep. His greeting brought the first ray of light with it to illuminate your room, and soon had you stirring.
Eyelids inching open, you managed a groggy humming sound.
âCan I come in?â
âHuh? Yeah,â you croaked, coming to your senses.
Sitting up among a crumpled pile of blankets, you were in time to receive a glass of water from Jin as he entered. On moving, your head announced its displeasure with a nauseating wave of pain, so you were grateful for the pills he then pushed into your hand.
âHow are you feeling?â
Swallowing them down with the cold water, you finally became alert enough to feel embarrassed. In front of you, Jin was professionally dressed in a shirt, smart as he had been the night before. You however, probably looked like the worst hangover in history.
âNot badâŚâ you muttered.
Examining your hands, there was mercifully no sign of that cursed blue so far. The burn you had sustained was also remarkably faded.
âUp to some breakfast? It would certainly help.â
Not sure how hungry you were, you agreed anyway. He probably knew best.
Stepping outside, he waited while you slipped on some clothes he had brought. They were fairly shapeless, large black things, but you couldnât exactly complain.
Just as the sweater fell over your head, a prickling sensation burst into your wrists.
Gasping, you dropped the jumper over your eyes to look. To your surprise the blue shocks of light jumped from your fingertips and up the fibres of the garment like static. You braced for the burning feeling like last time, but it never came.
Still not free from the knot of fear which tightened every time the powers leapt out, you stared, dumbstruck at your palms.
âY/N? Are you nearly ready?â
Blinking rapidly, you looked, startled to the door.
âSorry! One moment!â you called.
There you stood, fully dressed, yet frozen to the spot. As much as this room felt like a cell, you were safe in the knowledge that your powers would do no damage in here. If you left its walls, you had no way of controlling it.
Fists clenching of their own accord, you didn't notice the gasping sniffles that took over you as you watched the door fearfully.
Clearly, Jin did.
âY/N?â his voice was markedly more concerned, âIâm coming in.â
A momentâs pause, and he was coming towards you.
A firm grip on your wrists pulled you back to reality. Horrified, you stared wide-eyed at Jinâs hands, expecting at any moment for them to be fried when your powers made themselves known. But he was unafraid, keeping them there without hesitation.
âY/N.â His steady tone had you raising your eyes to him. âI know this is strange for you. But you wonât hurt any of us, itâs perfectly fine. And besides, food makes everything better.â
Holding his smiling gaze with scepticism, you let your hands fall weakly to your sides as he released them. Wiggling your fingers, you tried to detect any sign of the electricity that now resided there.
With a sigh, you only lagged a few steps when you followed Jin's lead out of the room.
A little way down the corridor, a glorious smell of cooking wafted past. Perhaps Jin had a point.
Emerging into the kitchen, you eagerly headed towards the mouth watering scent. But on rounding the corner, your steps slowed a little. Although the space was mostly empty, providing some relief from the overwhelm of last night, the figures that occupied the place were not ones that built your confidence.
By the stove, flipping bacon in a pan, was a man you hadnât seen before. But you only caught a glimpse of his profile under white hair, before your eyes fell on the other, seated at the island.
Slowing, you instantly recognised the face of Jungkook, who had looked so angry last time he had seen you. Tentative to get too close, you stopped entirely some steps away from the seats.
Nearer to you, the tv was on, volume low as it displayed the news to two empty sofas. But, eager for the distraction, you let your eyes linger on it to delay approaching the intimidating man in the kitchen.
Shame it didnât provide the respite you were bargaining for. A shot of a city tower cut directly to a startling blue image, the beaming face of a man otherwise hidden by his mask. Bolt.
Your eyes widened, breath freezing in your body as the blue eyes on screen seemed to pierce through to meet your own. The same blue which had confronted you in the mirror last night.
Gulping, you forced your eyes down to the rolling red text below the images.
BOLT SPARES ATTACKER, REIGN OF MERCY PREVAILS
Something churned, low and dangerous in your gut. The letters leered, imprinting themselves on your retinas as you struggled to believe them.
ââŚyou know, my job is to keep people safe, not to sentence themâŚâ Boltâs voice carried faintly from the screen, twisting harshly in your ears, ââŚthe authorities are the real heroes, I just lend a hand where I canâŚâ
So Bolt had done the noble thing, and left Kuyang unharmed? Except he had sentenced you. Judge, jury and executioner, all in the blink of an eye. In one throwaway flicker of light.
Taeyeon hadnât even been so lucky.
You hadnât even noticed the tension in your frame until the image in front of you suddenly shrunk, dropping to black.
âThatâs enough of that.â
Jin threw the remote onto the sofa, giving you a meaningful glance. You avoided it, spinning back onto your original path, having totally forgotten your reason for abandoning it in the first place.
Jungkook had been shovelling food into his mouth, but looked up as Jin rounded the island.
And then he saw you.
Straightening instantly in his chair, his chopsticks hovered in mid-air as his every action halted.
Your brain failed you, leaving you staring right back. It was only after a second that you jerkily prompted yourself to smile. Might as well try to make a good impression.
His brow quirked a little, the only acknowledgment you got. Because not a second later, you were gasping as a shock ran down your arms.
Hurriedly fisting your hands in your jumper, you gritted your teeth. Already subsiding, the familiar feeling was seeping away as a chair screeched against the floor and Jungkookâs tall figure brushed roughly past you.
Turning after him with shock, you could only watch the rigid line of his shoulders as he marched away down the hall.
âBreakfast is served!â
Jinâs chipper call pulled you reluctantly back to the table. Seating yourself, you caught him looking regretfully after Jungkook.
Though the food on your plate was steaming hot and looked delicious, you frowned around at the kitchen. Hadnât someone else just been here? And what had just happened with Jungkook?
As you began to eat, you eyed Jinâs back. Could you have done something to upset Jungkook? The way Jin had looked ready to run after him reminded you again of the fact you had suddenly intruded, albeit not of your own accord, on what seemed to be an established group.
Fixing your eyes on your plate, you focussed on getting through breakfast. It was admittedly very tasty, and you felt energy return to your body once more.
âAny better?â
Jinâs stubbornly upbeat mood was back, and now you were finally able to offer him a smile and a nod. Feeling full and a little more alive, you turned your attention to Jin who leant towards you from across the table.
âYouâre still recovering from yesterday, but we need to do a little bit of workâ â you frowned slightly â âitâs not like we want to put you in full training, but Joon reckons you would appreciate being able to control your powers a little.â
Though you nodded, your frown deepened.
âTraining?â
âAh.â
That was all Jin said before standing, leaving you no option but to follow him. Abandoning the kitchen, you hurried to his heels and walked, confused as ever, back down the corridor away from the main space.
However, this time, you passed by the door to your small room. There was little variation in scenery as you went further down the corridor. You found yourself near enough tripping over Jinâs heels when he stopped in front of the final door that ended the hallway. Plain and dark like the others, it was like a black hole, pulling you towards it.
Looking up at Jin, you tore your eyes away from his hand where it rested, hovering on the handle. His mouth had drawn itself into a flatter line, smile erased in favour of a serious stare.
âThe others are probably in there already, so⌠just stay near.â
And then he flashed a smile, as if he had been inviting you in for tea.
With no more time to worry about what on earth he meant by that, you were greeted with the door opening and an instant cacophony of sound from beyond it.
Eyes widening, you forced newly tense muscles forwards. Jinâs reminder to âstay nearâ pressed close on your mind as he disappeared into the dim space beyond.
A thin staircase curved and led you downwards. When the door shut, it cut off no light. In here, flashes bounced off dark walls, air cracking as it was tossed around.
Coming to the base of the stairs, you looked over a long room. It resembled a gym, a couple of benches and punching bags pushed against the outside walls and large square mats on the floor. Sure enough, as Jin had said, some of the boys you had met the previous day were dotted along it.
As you stopped beside Jin, who waited by the steps, another spark, like lightning, burst across the far end of the space. Gold sliced through the air in a thick, powerful beam, veins darting into the air.
Just as quickly, it was gone.
âJungkook has the most similar powers to you,â Jinâs voice, low in your ear, âwhich is why we would have him teach you, but⌠I donât think thatâs best, right now.â
He moved into the space without elaborating. Though your feet carried you with him, you were occupied by squinting across at Jungkook. He hadnât noticed you yet. He was facing away, and now he rolled his shoulders out, shaking hair from his face, and raised his arms again.
In the blink of an eye, vibrant gold shot from his palms, towards a sort of metal disk on the wall opposite him.
âLook out!â
Your gaze at Jungkook was severed as a tug came on your arm.
In your distraction, your feet had stilled, and now you stumbled towards Jin and out of the path of a medicine ball which slammed into the wall with a dull thud. Gulping, you watched it fall heavily to the ground, not even bouncing.
âSorry!â
Snapping your jaw shut, you found the source of the apology.
Chest heaving and pink hair plastered to his forehead, was the man that had smiled at you last night. He shot another dazzling grin now, as if he hadnât just sent a weighted ball shooting at where your head had been.
But as your eyebrows raised, he lifted a hand and suddenly the ball floated up from its resting place on the ground. The next moment it was flying back towards him.
Flattening his hand, the ball stopped and stayed hovering a few inches above his palm.
You must have failed to hide the shock on your face. The moment he looked over to you, he burst out laughing, eyes creasing. And you couldnât be sure â his eyes were obscured after all â but they might have glowed pink for a moment as you watched. The ball never moved, seemingly fixed in place in mid-air.
âThatâs Jimin,â Jin muttered, then raised his voice, âget back to it!â
Laughter subsiding into a bold grin, Jimin snatched the medicine ball from the air and turned away.
Close behind Jin, you made more effort to stay with him this time, eager not to find yourself in the path of any more flying things.
Further along, the wall gave way to an opening. A similar room lay beyond, square this time. Peering around the corner, a familiar blond zoomed across your vision. But watching the person, you could barely believe it was the same cheery Hope who had welcomed you yesterday.
This room had more equipment, ropes descending from the middle of the ceiling, as well as bars and hoops filling the floor. And currently Hobi was way above your heads, making easy work of a rope. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when he leapt from it with zero hesitation.
A second later, he landed securely on the wall, grasping small climbing holds you hadnât noticed. They were black just like the walls, only noticeable because he was now clutching onto them.
Pulling himself up, he launched once again into the air, kicking off the neighbouring wall into a somersault. You had barely scooped your jaw off the floor when he landed on a lower platform and dropped out of sight behind it.
âYou know Hob-ah already,â Jin said conversationally. His light tone sounded more like he was showing you around an art gallery, not that you had just seen his friend performing death-defying stunts.
Rushing once more to keep up with your guide, your eyes never settled. They darted from him to the surroundings, not having time to look more at the flash of purple from across the room or the white-haired man slumping onto a bench near Jungkook.
âSo this-â you panted, âthis is training?â
âYep!â
âYou⌠you all train with your powers?â
A nod.
You had reached the end of the gym now. A couple more doors led on; where, you could not guess. This place seemed like a maze. You didnât even know whether you were underground or not at this point.
Sticking close to Jin, you couldnât help but shrink back as you passed Jungkook. He was a few strides away, but as you expected, that venomous glare fixed itself back on his face the moment he saw you.
Sparks crackled by his fingertips, drawing your eyes. Was he trying to intimidate you?
Brow sinking and nostrils flaring, you fixed a stare right back at him. You hadnât spoken to him once! What could his problem be? As you glared, a flicker of gold darted across his irises.
But then you had apparently reached your destination, as Jin opened one of the doors and you were led away, gaze warring with Jungkook until the last moment.
Once you turned back to Jin, you found him a way down the new hallway. Quickening to catch up, you frowned at the back of Jinâs head.
âWhat⌠what power do you have?â you asked tentatively.
In front of the next door, Jin stopped, making you do the same. A soft chuckle left him, his face good-humoured as he turned to you as if you had just told a joke. Shaking his head, his eyes turned back to the door you waited at.
âMe? No, I donât have any powers.â
And then he was rapping at the door.
âOne moment!â came a call from inside.
âExcept maybe keeping Namjoon-ssi organised,â Jin winked at you then.
Too startled to form any kind of response, you hadnât so much as laughed before the door was pulled open. Jin swiftly left as Namjoon smiled in greeting and stood back to let you into the room.
Swallowing, you stepped into the space. It was fairly unremarkable, grey walls with a plain desk and a couple of chairs in the middle.
You paused a few steps in, but now Namjoon strode to the desk. Following, you sat opposite him. A tension had seeped into your frame and now you eyed him warily as he made himself comfortable, a welcoming smile on his face.
âIâm sure Jin told you,â he began, âwe donât expect you to do anything with your powers just yet. But it will make things easier for you if you can control them a little. Is that okay?â
You nodded.
Taking you in for a moment, Namjoon was silent. Then he sat back and spread his arms.
âI want you to summon them.â
âWhat?â
Your protest was instant, but you got no further.
âIf you can summon them, that level of control will help you to suppress them as well,â Namjoon explained calmly, finger raised to quell your complaints, ânot to mention that by using your powers, it prevents the need for them to burst out uncontrolled as well.â
âBut⌠I donât know how to summon them,â you spoke quieter, hanging your head.
The scrape of his chair brought your eyes up again. An encouraging nod your way had you standing as well.
âHold your hands out.â
Still hesitant, you did it anyway. He seemed to have no issue with the fact he would be directly in your line of fire if you actually succeeded.
âOkay. I would have liked to ask Jungkook to do this with you, since his powers are most like yours. I donât know exactly what your powers feel like, so youâll have to think about that yourself. Can you imagine how it felt when you used them?â
You chewed your lip as you tried to recall. It hadnât been pleasant, you knew that. A sort of itching, tingling sensation â though at first it had been worse, like a burning.
You didnât want to feel that again.
âGot it?â he asked.
Nodding weakly, you listened to the next instructions.
âAs a starting point, try to picture the feeling. Hopefully they should respond. Really focus, and when they do, try to sustain it for a couple of seconds. You should be able to feel the core, where the power is flowing from.â
You blinked. You hadnât really understood any of that, but you took a deep breath anyway.
Letting your eyes slide closed, you tried to remember precisely the feeling of your powers. Not that you wanted to feel the electricity claw its way down your veins, or burst from your fingertips.
Nonetheless, you willed the fire to unleash itself.
It must have sensed your reluctance, though. Nothing came.
Dropping your arms after a few more moments, you sent an apologetic glance to Namjoon. But he didnât look disappointed in the least like you had imagined he would.
âIt almost never works the first time,â he said. âKeep trying.â
Biting down on your lip, you resigned yourself and raised your hands again.
âIf it helps, thereâs nothing to be afraid of,â he kept talking, âyou wonât hurt me, or damage anything. In fact, you can actively try to hit me if you want. Imagine Iâm someone you hate!â
His dimpled grin made it hard to imagine him as an enemy you would enjoy frying with lightning. Focussing again on the non-existent feeling in your arms and hands, you tried to come up with some sort of motivation.
Your first thought was Bolt.
You had only seen him for a few minutes, but it had been enough for him to rule your life out as insignificant. The single thoughtless shock of blue could well have ended your life â nearly did.
A sharp flicker of heat made your eyes fly open. At the same moment, an exclamation from Namjoon.
For a split second, blue had bloomed in your palms, but it had slipped away before you could grasp it.
âThat was good,â he encouraged, âa bit longer next time.â
Breathing heavily, you shut your eyes again, the sensation more present in your mind now. Your anger at Bolt had helped, but the memory was so fleeting it couldnât sustain the feeling.
Taking a steadying breath, you straightened your arms in front of you. You wanted to do this. Strangely, the next face that cropped up was that of Jungkook. Glaring whenever he saw you, he seemed to resent your presence.
Maybe he didnât want you there? Didnât think you belonged?
You would show him. You wanted to do this. If you could control your powers, he would have no reason to look down on you.
Gritting your teeth, you looked the inevitable pain right in the face, challenging it to come out.
Like a floodgate opening, you felt a heat expand in your chest, energy flowing down your arms. When your eyes opened, they were met with a beam of light as it exploded out from your hands.
Without noticing it, your jaw had dropped. The bright blue light you had so quickly come to despise spilled confidently from open palms. Very quickly, the discomfort of electricity in your veins faded, nothing a but a slight warmth to indicate your power.
Around you, you vaguely noticed a deep red glow hanging in the air. Made of light, the cage-like structure stretched from the floor and was containing the lightning you were creating.
On the other side of it, Namjoon stood unharmed, your power dissipating, melting in mid-air before it could harm him.
âStop,â he now told you, voice slightly raised.
Blinking as spots bleached themselves into your vision, you tore your eyes from the light that had hypnotised you. How did you make it stop?
âMake the feeling go away,â Namjoon said, âthe opposite of what you just did. You control these powers.â
You didnât exactly feel that was true. Arms beginning to tremble, you desperately scrambled to shut it off. It felt warm, so you tried to think of cold, creeping up your armsâŚ
The beams of light sputtered.
Breathing in, you clenched your fists around the power. You could tell it was stemming from your chest, and tried to focus on shutting it off. It felt much like swimming upstream, counter-intuitive as you had to forcefully reign in the feeling that suddenly felt natural.
Holding your breath, you screwed your eyes shut.
Your powers pushed back, wanting to be free. But you dug your heels in, getting the odd sensation that you were backed up against a door that didnât want to shut.
But the warmth was receding, the stream of energy down your arms thinning.
Namjoon was repeating your name. You had to stop.
All at once, like a candle blown out, the light was gone. All the heat snuffed out, the barrier in your chest blockaded.
Gasping, you fell forwards, stumbling until your arms braced against the desk. Before now you hadnât noticed the sweat breaking out on your forehead, nor the exertion making you heave for breath.
The red cage dissolved around you, a flash of crimson dying in Namjoonâs eyes.
âGood, well done,â he was saying, a chair being thrust under you. Sinking gladly into it, you still leaned heavily on the table.
âThat was good,â he repeated, a glass of water making its way into your hand, âI wonât make you do more now. But it was a start.â
Panting, you raised your eyes as you lifted the glass to your lips. The water was welcome since you felt like you had just run the length of the city. Wrangling your powers to your will was difficult, but you didnât know what you had expected.
A sharp chime rang out.
Starting, you saw Namjoonâs gaze snap to the tabletop, where a screen had lit up. A small circle and a name popped up, but he swiped it quickly away, the screenâs light dying the next second.
But you frowned. You could have sworn that said-
âApologies,â he spoke, standing up, âbusiness calls. Is it alright if you rest outside? You can find your way back when youâre ready. We have no more demands to make of you for a while.â
And so you followed him to the door, being left alone soon after.
You looked each way down the plain corridor outside. Letting a breath out, you resolved to at least find a seat before collapsing with exhaustion, so you set off, feeling a little lost. So far you hadnât really been left alone here, always being shown the way.
But it was simple enough, only a straight path to the large training room you had already seen.
It was emptier now. Someone was evidently still training as you could hear noise, but it came from out of sight in one of the adjoining spaces. Otherwise, the place was now deserted, leaving you free to sink onto the nearest bench.
Limbs feeling a little shaky, you gladly took the weight off them and slumped back against the wall.
You were unsure how long you spent staring into space, catching your breath. That had been tiring, so much effort expended for relatively little result. You supposed you should be proud that you had achieved some level of control over the powers, but you still felt no safer. If they were to surge again, you were no closer to being able to hold them off with any ease, nor to summon them.
The only thing you were sure of was that the energy from breakfast had quickly been chased away, and the prospect of ever getting up again was distinctly unappealing.
âHey!â
The cheery call pulled you from your thoughts. At some point the sounds from the next room had ceased, outside your notice, and now Hope was walking from the training room.
Having seen you, he changed course and was heading your way. The sight of his sweat-soaked hair and reddened face reassured you for a moment â you werenât the only one tired. But this only comforted you for a split second before you remembered the sorts of stunts he had been doing, while you had only half succeeded in your beginner attempt.
âFirst training session?â he asked, thousand-watt grin never fading.
âIf you could call it training,â you half-heartedly chuckled.
âAh, youâll be great in no time!â As he drew up to you, you finally mustered the strength to stand up, joining him to a clap on the shoulder. Taking in your dejected state, he offered a sympathetic smile. âTiring tho, hmm?â
âYou could say that.â
âWell, I know what you need! Some good food will pick you right up.â
You couldnât say you disagreed, and put all your remaining energy into getting up the stairs and to the kitchen while Hobi talked on happily.
âIâll get us something,â he told you once you were there.
Infinitely grateful for his offer, you slid into the closest seat and resisted the urge to face-plant the table. Instead you leaned on your elbows, watching idly as he grabbed plates from the cupboards.
âAh! Y/N! How was it?â
A new addition rushed to the kitchen, familiar pink hair approaching as Jimin took a seat beside you. You looked back into a bright smile as he sat expectant.
Laughing drily, you looked at the countertop.
âI donât think Iâm a natural.â
Tilting his head, he pouted a little at your response and lifted a hand to rub your shoulder comfortingly.
âItâs always tough to start with,â he nodded, âbut the beginning is the hardest. Donât push yourself.â
âYeah, we canât all be Jungkook,â Hobi laughed. He returned to the table with two plates of sandwiches, pushing one under your nose. Jimin quickly turned his attention to pout at Hope, who rolled his eyes and shoved the other plate towards the pink-haired boy before returning to prepare another for himself.
As desperate as you had been a moment ago for some food, your curiosity was piqued.
ââBe Jungkookâ? What do you mean?â
âOur golden youngest,â Jimin explained, taking a large bite of his meal before adding, âfor more than one reason.â
âItâs seriously unfair,â Hobi spoke over his shoulder, âthe kid can do anything he sets his mind to. Best pupil Joonâs ever had.â
Shutting your mouth, you sank a little in your chair. Jimin was buried in his sandwich, and Hobi in the kitchen, leaving you to pick at your own plate. But you only bit your lip. So Jungkook was some kind of prodigy?
You sighed, neglecting your food entirely. It made you feel even worse about your terrible performance and lack of skill. And here you were, thinking that you would be able to prove yourself to the man who seemed to hate you.
Only when a flickering light distracted you did you look up from your hopelessness.
The kitchen light blinked off entirely for a brief moment, returning to reveal Hobi whirling around with a shout.
âThatâs my lunch! Make your own, this is already my second try!â
Frowning, you looked around trying to spot who Hope was berating. Nothing.
While you sat perplexed, the blond suddenly leapt across your vision, jumping high enough to hop from the kitchen table and towards the sofa. As he landed, another figure became abruptly visible, falling as if emerging from a patch of shadow.
Beside you, Jimin guffawed loudly as you gaped. Hobi had knocked the mysterious figure from seemingly thin air, and now deftly swept a plate of sandwiches from their hands, the whole while straddling them to keep them pinned on the sofa cushions.
âNice try!â
A muffled âget offâ accompanied flailing arms, vague attempts at whacking their attacker.
Heaving himself from the couch, Hobi walked victorious to the counter and began, at last, to eat. Behind him, a white-haired young man sat up, ruffling his dishevelled hair as a hood fell from his head.
He turned around with a sheepish smile, shuffling back to the kitchen.
âBe gentle, Hob-ah,â he grumbled on his way past, though there was no malice behind it.
Hobi only laughed loudly in return, turning as the white-haired man came past and playfully hit at his shoulder.
âYouâre all brats!â Hope claimed loudly, waving half a sandwich in the air. He was laughing so hard you were concerned for a moment he would fall clean off the chair.
As yet, the new man hadnât noticed your blatant staring. Luckily, your attention was diverted before he could see your saucer-like eyes. Unluckily, it was diverted by the entrance of a certain Jungkook.
Jimin had been the first to stop laughing. Looking around, you became aware of the tall figure hanging back in the shadows on the other side of the living room.
The raucous joy that had filled the kitchen froze over very quickly as the other occupants noticed him. Cold, piercing eyes scanned over the space, but undeniably landed on you. Struck dumb, you merely stared back as his calculating gaze bored into you.
Setting his jaw, his gaze snapped away, fleeting over the rest of the room for a moment before he turned and left.
Sliding from his chair, Jimin dropped his remaining lunch back onto his plate.
âJungkook-â he called, shoulders drooping when there was no response. With a sigh he followed after the younger man.
You watched him go, and then watched the empty doorway he had left through. When at last you turned slowly back to the kitchen, Hoseok sent you a grimace.
âSorry itâs taking him a while to warm up,â he said, as if that was consolation. It didnât seem as if Jungkook was trying to âwarm upâ to you at all.
You produced no reply, but were saved the trouble as the white-haired man joined you. For the first time, he looked at you, eyes roaming over your face, still surely littered with scrapes from the previous night.
âYou look better than yesterday,â he commented.
You blinked.
âIâm sorry⌠have we met?â
âYoongi,â he nodded, sinking onto a chair. Then, âyou should eat that.â
That had hardly explained anything, but you complied anyway, picking up your food. Once you had finally finished your sandwich, the quiet was disrupted by Namjoon entering. Nodding once at you, he headed across to the kitchen.
Seeing him again, you were reminded of the âbusinessâ call that had taken him from you earlier on. Eyes lingering on his back as he busied himself grabbing a mug and plate from the cupboards, your curiosity swelled within you. You were sure you had seen who was calling him. Though your life before Bolt â and all that happened since â seemed so distant, you couldnât help your keen interest.
On the edge of your seat, you chewed on your lip until you couldnât hold it any more.
âHowâs Kuyang?â you blurted.
The othersâ eyes snapped to you. Namjoon froze.
Slowly, he turned around, faint frown lining his face. You never dropped his questioning stare.
âHeâs⌠fine,â he spoke.
âSorry,â Hope looked lost, âyou know Kuyang?â
Before you could do more than nod, Yoongi spoke up too.
âHeâs fine? How did he get away from Bolt?â
âThatâs not important.â Namjoon strode across the kitchen, âbut how do you know Kuyang?â
âI was his secretary.â
You had hoped your honesty might prompt Namjoon to reciprocate, but no such luck. His reason for involvement with Kuyang was promptly forgotten. Hobi gasped at your news; Yoongiâs eyes widened slightly as if something was dawning on him.
But Namjoon beat him to it.
âThat explains why you were hit by Bolt,â he said.
âWe thought you were just a bystander that got unlucky,â Hobi chipped in.
Just as you opened your mouth to return to your original question, Namjoon turned away from the table. Swiping his food from the counter, he marched away.
Halfway across the room, he paused with a look over his shoulder. Maybe he would give in and tell you at last?
âI suggest you rest,â he told you instead, âJungkook is going to help you practise some more tomorrow.â
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I n f a t u a t e d âŚď¸EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER ONEâžTWOâžTHREEâžFOURâžFIVE SIXâžSEVENâžEIGHTâžNINEâžď¸TEN ELEVENâžTWELVEâžď¸THIRTEENâžFOURTEENâžFIFTEEN SIXTEENâžSEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN
They start the day as normal as she's ever experienced with him, but in the end it's all just a ruse when he reminds her of her role, of his rules, and of the consequences should she break one...
ruthless nightclub owner â innocent young woman with a crush
WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Public fingering. Humiliation. Sugar Daddy behavior. Sex toys under clothing. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 8.9k
SEVENTEEN đĽ EIGHTEEN đĽ NINETEEN
She's still tired when he wakes her the next morning. Whether he used her during the night or not, she can't tell, she feels sore, but that's how she already felt when she fell asleep on him on the couch. Everything after that is gone from her conscious mind. And it doesn't matter either way. It's his right to do to her whatever he wants, if it makes him happy, she's fine with it.
What she's not fine with, but tries not to show too much, is how exhausted she is, and frankly a little hangry too, her stomach rumbling emptily, her limbs barely able to move. He pulls her out of bed, makes her brush her teeth and wash her face, superficially cleans his cum and her juices from between her legs. He also pulls the plug from her ass, finally. She can't even tell how long she's had that in there. The sudden emptiness feels weird, but she prefers it over the constant pressure.
He then dresses her in her pastel pink dress and nothing else because he either forgot about her panties in his pocket or doesn't want her to have that extra protective layer. While he dresses in fresh clothes he finds in the closet (a pair of jeans and a hoodie that looks good on him but strangely unfamiliar, too casual almost), he lets her use the bathroom, before he puts on her socks and sneakers, then drags her out of the cabin and into his car.
She feels like the doll she is, handled into place, buckled in, and with her head heavy and sleep still clinging to her, she lets him, kind of likes it even. It's easier that way.
If she would have been alone, she'd stay in bed for the rest of the day (or week). But he seems to be the more active kind of guy, always ready for the next adventure. Luckily the first thing he takes her to is a diner at the side of the road, somewhere rural, and the smells that assault her nostrils as he walks her into the heavily air-conditioned room, his hand tight around hers, make her almost drool in anticipation.
They sit down at a booth in the far back, she's in the corner, he beside her, and while she rubs her arms, he scans the menu, then waves the waitress over and orders something of everything. Unconsciously moving closer to him under the cold air, she flinches slightly when she bumps her shoulder into his arm, blushing when he looks at her. His arm moves around her shoulders and pulls her even closer before he kisses the top of her head.
âAre you cold?â he whispers. She nods, acutely aware of the shortness of her sleeveless dress and the lack of underwear. âWe'll get you some clothes later, okay?â
She purses her lips. âWhat about... my backpack? It's still in your car, isn't it? I could wear something I brought...â It feels like forever ago that he asked her to pack up something she may need from her old apartment, but it was only yesterday, twenty-four hours ago, when her life changed completely.
He shakes his head. âI'd rather dress you up in something new,â he tells her quietly, giving her a wink.
Exhaling loudly, she looks away. âWhy did I even bring anything then?â she mumbles under her breath, folding her arms over her chest, not just to underline her pouting, but to cover the goosebumps on her skin as well.
âWhat was that?â The sudden change in his tone makes her flinch, and she looks back at him, eyes widening, arms falling away. His gaze is dark, face stern, his body tense even with his arm around her in a casual manner.
âI... I, uh...â
âSpeak up,â he says quietly, but with a demanding edge.
For a moment she's forgotten their roles, they've been so close, so comfortable around each other, but seeing him now, she can only duck her head, breathing harder, knowing she shouldn't have said anything.
âI ââ
Footsteps sound behind them, and without breaking eye contact, she notices the waitress approaching their table. She presses her lips together and witnesses how his dark face lights up when he looks away and towards the woman carrying their order.
Suddenly he's smiling at the woman as she fills their table with various plates of different food items, and he thanks her with a soft voice, and she could swear the woman blushes, she even giggles when she nods her head and leaves again. Was he just flirting? In front of her?
She's pulled from one extreme to the next when he suddenly looks at her again, eyes narrowed, the darkness back in his gaze. She blinks in confusion, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions.
âWe'll talk about this later,â he tells her sternly, retrieving his arm from around her shoulders, before he pushes the plate of pancakes towards her and puts a fork next to it.
She swallows hard, lowers her head. âYes, sir,â she mumbles, focusing on the deliciously smelling food under her nose.
Her stomach tenses, but not in anticipation of nutrients. Suddenly she's back being bent over the back of his car, his belt whirring through the air and landing blow after blow on her soft skin. (And that was when he didn't have a reason to punish her.) The welts still burn, but she is sore all over so it blends into her other aches as she shifts on the seat.
She feels him looking at her, and the cold isn't just in the air around them, it's growing inside her. Poking at her pancakes, she tries to ease her breathing and the beating of her frantic heart. Was it disobedient to question his ways? To go back on his generosity to let her pack something from her old life, even if he doesn't allow her to use it anymore? It's not fair, but this has never been about fairness. He takes what he wants, she has to do what he says.
And she even has to endure if he flirts with other women, because why shouldn't he? But it still stings, to see him smiling at that waitress while he glares down at her now. It doesn't matter that she's the girl he decided to fuck, but maybe she'll like to see that smile as well? It's selfish, and a want she shouldn't have, she reminds herself as she chews on the first bite of pancake.
âI thought you were hungry,â she hears his low voice, and quickly looks up, straightening her shoulders.
âI... I am, I'm sorry,â she whispers, looking at him as she picks up another piece, but the fork misses her mouth slightly and pokes her cheek, smearing syrup all over her skin. A little whine escapes her, but before she can panic more, he's grabbed her hand and puts the fork down, then wipes at her soiled cheek, holding her gaze.
âRelax,â he says quietly, bringing his syrupy finger to his lips and licks it clean. She swallows and nods, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
âI am sorry, though,â she urges out.
He gives her another stare, even though his face isn't as dark anymore. âEat,â he tells her and motions towards her plate.
She nods quickly and focuses back on her breakfast, picking up the fork with a shaking hand. Trying to keep her head empty (trying to think back to the times she's felt good and comfortable with him), she eats in silence, barely registering how he finishes his plate of bacon and eggs.
He's sipping on his coffee when the waitress returns, and she stares down at her emptying plate, breathing harder when another giggle comes to her ears. Stupid woman. Go away, she thinks darkly, a deep shiver that's not from the AC crashing through her.
âCan I bring you anything else? Maybe a juice for your daughter?â
She almost chokes on her pancake bite, coughing roughly as she feels her cheeks burning up. His hand is on her back, patting it gently, but he's still facing the waitress.
âNo, thank you. I'd like the check though,â he replies, not even fixing the woman's mistake.
She doesn't look that young, does she? Well, she is still wearing that stupidly cute dress with the modest collar and the stupid flowers, and it's pink, and ugh, this can't be happening. If only that stupid woman could see the state of her thighs and the bruises on her neck and that she's not wearing any panties because he took them from her because he probably wants to keep easy access to her cunt so he can â oh god, what is she even thinking?
She bites the inside of her cheek so hard she's tasting blood, the sudden sting distracting her from her erratic thoughts. Breathing rougher through her nose, she shoves the last of her pancake into her mouth, chewing aggressively, still trying to ignore anything around her. The waitress just walks away, and as soon as she does, his hand moves under the table and dips right under the hem of her dress, eagerly slipping between her legs and poking at her folds, as if he's had the same thoughts just now.
She gasps softly and stares at him, swallowing hard to get the pancake down. His eyes are darker, pupils blown, and so intense she can't look away. He's moving his finger up and down her slit, and she can't help it, she's wet, and her thighs twitch, and â
Suddenly the waitress returns, check in hand, but he keeps his hand right where it is. She clamps her legs together in panic, but he doesn't care, just turns to the woman and hands her his credit card with his other hand â and another smile when she leaves them again. She squirms against him as he pushes his finger deeper, teasing at her entrance, but the more she protests, the rougher he gets, eventually forcing his way into her, adding another finger, curling them.
She's aware that her cheeks are burning, that her breaths are too fast, her shoulders shaking slightly as she tries not to move against his ministrations. The woman returns to the table and hands him his card, which he accepts with a casual nod of his head, another damn smile, and an infuriatingly nonchalant air around him as if he isn't fingering the girl the waitress declared his daughter in this very moment...
Luckily the skirt of her dress is long enough, the table positioned just so nobody can see the scene, but she still cannot completely halt her reactions. He leans against her when he slips his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans, allowing him to push his hand further and his fingers deeper, and she croaks out a muffled moan, immediately putting a hand on her mouth as she stares at him with wide eyes.
His eyes hold her hostage, dark and intense, but only for a moment before he sits back and focuses on the waitress gathering their empty plates. The woman looks at her then, a frown on her face.
All she can do is clear her throat and lower her hand, face flushed even more.
âAre you alright, dear?â the woman asks, and she blinks, forcing a smile with tight lips, and nods. The waitress pulls her eyebrows up but doesn't press it any more before she leaves their table, plates balancing on one hand.
âYou gotta learn to keep quiet,â he whispers, leaning back into her, his voice low in her ear, his breath hot on her cheek, his fingers deep in her cunt.
âM'sor-ah!â she chokes out, swallowing another moan when he curls his fingers and scrapes his short nails over her soft flesh, teasing that special spot. Her eyelids flutter, her stomach tenses, her head spins from the onslaught of sensations. Knowing that they're in a public space only adds to her heightened senses, and she can't help it when her walls clamp around his fingers, causing her to sit up in her seat with a jerk.
âShh,â he makes, increasing his motions, now also teasing her clit with every deeper push. She furrows her eyebrows, pressing her lips together, forcing herself to remain calm and quiet, which seems absolutely impossible to achieve with her insides positively aflame by now.
âP-please,â she breathes through tight lips.
âPlease what?â he whispers back, leaning casually in his seat, free arm draped over the back of the bench, eyes scanning the room while his fingers pump into her with reckless abandon.
âP-please... st-stop...â she gasps, squirming more against him, hands grasping at his wrist.
âAre you telling me no?â he asks, his tone as casual as his demeanor, but she can tell there's a darkness behind his words.
She whines quietly, clamping her thighs around his hand, trying to stop him. âN-no, I... I mean... please... not here...â she mumbles, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He meets her gaze, tilting his head. âYou are telling me no,â he says. âAnd you know what that means.â
A cold shiver runs down her spine. She's so tense, sweaty and teetering on the edge, but she doesn't want to let go here, and somehow facing punishment for disobeying him sounds better than climaxing in a diner full of people. Even if he'll belt her again. In this moment, humiliation burns brighter than any pain he can inflict.
He stops, resting his fingers in her clenching cunt, and she breathes deeply, her body shaking as the impending release slowly deflates again. âYou sure?â he asks again.
And to her own surprise, she nods.
His eyebrows shoot up, and he pulls his fingers from between her dripping folds, the quiet squelching sound the last bit of embarrassment she hopes to endure. Pressing her thighs together to keep her juices to herself, she sinks into the seat, exhaling loudly in relief.
He stares at her as he brings his wet fingers to his lips, casually licking them clean. The heat crashes through her again. Before she can fully recover, he stands up and holds his hand out to her. She takes it hectically, not wanting to add even more disobedience to his list. He pulls her up, his free hand finding her face before he tucks her hair behind her ear, fingers tracing the bruises on her neck.
She shivers, stares up at him, her heart beating out of her chest. Her thighs are sticky, and she's aware that the back of her dress might be a little wet as well. But she focuses on him, tells herself she doesn't know these people and will probably never see them again. Then his hand smooths down her dress, curves around her rear, pushes the fabric slightly between her legs, gathers her wetness, and before he eases it out again, he presses against the back of her thigh, right against the stinging welts.
She jumps, barely able to refrain from crying out. He stares down at her, shaking his head threateningly. She's close to crying now, and even more so when he sighs loudly, gives her butt an audible pat that makes her wince and grabs her wrist to pull her after him, not to the exit, but to the restrooms.
Stumbling after him, she's acutely aware of the many pairs of eyes following them. The waitress gives her a sympathetic smile, probably thinking she had an accident or something. Stupid girl, chokes on her food, can't control her bladder, what a disgrace...
The first tear slips from beneath her lashes when he pulls her into the room and closes the door behind them with a click. Breathing heavier, she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, lets more tears spill from them, before she finds the last bit of strength inside her.
He's about to pull her into a stall, when she puts her feet down, making him look back at her with a frown, then she closes the distance between them and puts her free hand on his face, looking up at him pleadingly.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, his voice low and dark, the creases between his eyebrows deepening.
âI... I want to say that I'm sorry. I... I didn't do as you wanted, and I'm sorry, I am, really, please believe me,â she stammers, voice a desperate little hum, leaning against him, hoping that physical touch and closeness may ease his bad mood, may save her from whatever punishment he has in store for her.
He stares at her, jaw clenching under her palm. âAre you bargaining with me?â
She blinks.
âYou said no to me,â he starts, letting go of her wrist to grab her throat, fingers digging into the bruises, aligning with the marks the same hand has left before. âAnd you know you are not supposed to.â She nods frantically. âAnd I told you I will punish you if you disobey me. You disobeyed me, so I have to punish you, isn't that right?â
She pulls her eyebrows together, sniffling helplessly. âYes, sir,â she whimpers, swallowing against his hand. âBut ââ she keeps going, knowing it'll only get worse, but she has to try.
He shakes his head, cutting her off. âNo more bargaining. I decide what I do with you, when I do it, and where I do it...â He pushes her backwards by her throat until her lower back slams into the sinks. She lets out a breathless whine. His gaze darkens.
âP-please...â
His hand tightens around her throat, it hurts, but whatever he wants to do to her next will probably be worse. Her fingers brush against his wrist as she looks up at him.
âWhat did I say?â he hisses, leaning closer until he presses his nose against hers.
âY-you... decide...â she stammers, barely able to get the words out.
âI do,â he whispers, staring her down. She shudders under the intensity in his eyes, the fluorescent lights above them only amplifying the darkness within him. âAnd if I want to spank you in this very bathroom, I will do it.â She whines pathetically. âAnd if you don't keep quiet, I will most definitely do it...â
She freezes, frowning slightly. He leans back then, letting go of her throat. Watching her for another moment, he sighs, then swiftly pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing a tight black T-shirt beneath that emphasizes his strong arms, muscles and veins shifting under his tight skin. She stares at him, confusion washing over her. He looks down at her, then pulls her away from the sinks by her elbow and turns her around.
She meets his gaze in the mirror, but whatever she has feared he would do, he doesn't do it, instead he wraps his hoodie around her waist, turns her around once more and knots the sleeves together in front of her stomach, ultimately covering up the wet stain on the back of her dress. She sniffles as a strange kind of pressure falls off her.
His hands find her shoulders, his gaze dark as he looms over her. âDo you really think I would spank you in the restroom of a full diner?â he whispers, a malicious little smirk dancing around the corner of his lips.
She swallows whatever remark wants to break free from her clouded mind and presses her lips together.
âI've done crazier things, but I am not that stupid,â he adds with a sigh and straightens up again, wiping his fingers over her wet cheek. âBut don't worry. I won't forget. You'll get your punishment.â
A cold shiver runs down her spine, a strangled sob escaping her throat. He watches her for another moment, then nods towards the sink behind her. âWash your face,â he orders, and she turns around quickly, opening the faucet with shaking hands and lets the cool water run over them, then splashes it carefully onto her burning face. He hands her a paper towel from the dispenser, and she dries her cheeks and forehead with it, focusing on the task instead of her frantic breaths.
Wiping the rest of the water away with her hands, she then turns around and looks up at him. He reaches towards her and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, nodding contently. Then he grabs her wrist and pulls her after him, already opening the door, when she tugs gently on his hand. He turns around, giving her a glare, but she bites her lip and whispers âThank youâ as she curls her fingers into the hoodie tied around her waist.
He relaxes slightly and gives her another nod, then continues to drag her through the diner. Again she's aware of the eyes on her, but she tries vehemently to ignore them and keeps her head low when she follows him.
âHave a lovely day!â the waitress calls after them, and while she ducks her head, he slows a little and turns around slightly, replying, in a friendly tone she's rarely heard from him: âThanks, you too, Nancy.â He even raises his hand to wave at the woman who probably blushes again, giggling like the school girl she hasn't been in decades. Stupid Nancy.
Something cold mixes with the heat of embarrassment churning in her stomach. They leave the diner under the soft ring of the bell above the door, then step into the bright sunlight. He pulls her right to his car, opens the passenger door and lets her get in. Despite everything he still leans over her and buckles her in, but he doesn't look at her when he does so. She sinks into the seat when he slams the door shut and walks around the hood to his side, leaving her to stew in her own mind.
The first punishment he gives her is silence â and after what feels like forever, she thinks it is worse than any pain he could inflict upon her. He's not looking at her, one hand is curled around the steering wheel, the other resting on the gear shift, close to her seat, but he's never touching her either. He just drives, eyes on the road, there's no radio to distract her, just her own dark thoughts.
But she doesn't want to go down that path again, so she keeps squirming on her seat, feeling the stickiness between her thighs, that empty feeling in her cunt, remembers his fingers there, his cock, his mouth, and in the end she feels she's getting even wetter, probably now also staining the hoodie he gave her.
Her fingers play with the sleeves, feel the soft material, she can smell the subtle scent on it, and of him, of course, right next to her, and more than once, she looks to her side, almost longingly, pleadingly, hoping to catch his eye, but he never indulges her. So she just watches him, lets her eyes wander over his toned torso, those strong arms, follows the veins down to his hands to then stare at the tendons moving under his skin when he moves his fingers.
He looks so casual in just that T-shirt, not as intimidating as in a suit, but he's still that big wall of muscle next to her, unapproachable, almost scary. She wonders what punishment he'll show her whenever they arrive wherever he wants to go, and then she thinks back to why she deserves it.
That comment about her uselessly packed backpack has been ungrateful, she knew it the moment it left her mouth, but in a normal conversation it wouldn't have been that bad, nothing to be angry about, really. But normal doesn't define what they have, what he pulled her into. There's nothing normal about taking a girl from a club and keeping her as his own personal sex doll or whatever he sees her as.
But that is what she is, isn't it? These last days have been so intense, so physically and mentally straining, she can't even recall all the different things he made her do, forced her to, pushed onto (and into) her. It is all a blur, and her body is as confused as she is, no longer distinguishing between soreness from within and from outside, it's all one big pain as her muscles try to adjust to the unfamiliar sensations.
Shifting on her seat again, she looks away, out of her window, but she can't see the landscape rushing by, the small towns they drive through, her eyes are unfocused, remembering him even though he's right next to her. Remembering his fingers under her dress, in the diner, remembering how she denied him.
Did he really expect her to be okay with being forced to have an orgasm in a public space, surrounded by people who were already staring at them, because they were strangers, because he's that grown-ass man and she's that girl looking younger than she is, apparently. Making them believe she wet herself was only part of the problem. It was the forcing her to say no to him, knowing fully well that she's not allowed. But what was she supposed to do?
A sigh escapes her, but he still doesn't acknowledge her. And now she's not only left dreading whatever comes next, but also feeling the ache inside her, the itch that needs to be scratched, that she denied herself...
Her fingers flex around her knees, gripping the hem of her dress, tracing the little flowers. She's stewing in her own thoughts (and juices) for a while longer, before it all gets too much, and she looks back at him, opening her mouth â only to freeze when he suddenly looks at her, eyes dark, face stoic, and she realizes he's pulled the car into a parking lot and has killed the engine.
She blinks in confusion, looks around, before she feels his large hand gripping both of hers, holding them tightly. Staring back at him, she holds her breath in anticipation (while also savoring the warm touch, no matter how demanding it is). His eyes wander over her face, looking her up and down.
âYou'll behave in there, won't you?â he then says quietly, his voice that low hum that goes straight into her tense stomach and lower.
She nods eagerly, happy that he's talking to her again. âYes, sir, of course,â she replies quickly, licking her lips.
âYou'll do as I say, no matter what?â
âYes.â There was a little hesitation but she still got the word out.
âNo matter what,â he repeats, squeezing her hands. She nods again, breathing a little harder.
âNo matter what,â she whispers, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
âGood,â he says and lets go of her, then unbuckles his seat belt and gets out of the car to round it. When he opens her door, he points to the buckle of her own seat belt, and for the first time doesn't lean over to open it himself.
She fumbles with it nervously, then pushes the seat belt away and follows his nod to get out. He's not offering her his hand. Once she stands outside, next to the tall man looking so grim she feels tears prick at the corners of her eyes, she notices they're in a large parking lot of an even larger department store. People stream in and out of the building constantly.
Suddenly she feels nervous and slouches her shoulders in an attempt to make herself even smaller. Her heart beats faster. It's not just the threat of him making her do whatever right here in public, it's the people themselves. She hates crowded stores, people are loud and stressed and everywhere. Swallowing hard, she blinks the tears away, focuses, but in the end the need for comfort is bigger and she reaches her hand out to touch the side of his leg.
He looks at her, so tall but slightly less intimidating than facing all these faceless people, and he seems to sense her nervousness, seems to pity her for it. With a loud exhale he slips his hand around hers and holds it tightly, then gives her a nudge and pulls her after him. She follows immediately, eager to stay as close to him as possible.
The walk through the giant store is a blur, she focuses on his warm hand, on his confident steps, his tall body blocking her from most of the things that make her nervous, but the more they walk, the more anxious she gets of the man beside her. What is he planning? What will he do?
He pulls her into the clothing section and heads straight to the changing rooms in the back, small boxes separated by thin sheets of wood and a flimsy curtain in the front. She watches him when he looks around the section, then pushes her into one of the stalls and steps in behind her, pulling the curtain shut.
She's pressed against the wall, he is right there in front of her, chest to chest, and when she looks up at him, her heart racing, he tilts his head and studies her for a moment, then leans down a little and unties the hoodie from around her waist. She holds her breath, timid and afraid, too nervous to move much. She doesn't even stop him when he grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head, leaving her completely bare (except for her socks and sneakers).
Shivering badly, she doesn't dare to pull her arms around her chest to cover herself, just stands there, thighs pressed together, hands by her sides, fingers twitching. He holds the hoodie and the dress in one hand, then raises the other to slide his fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her shoulder, exposing her bruised neck. There's a large mirror to her left, and she can see the dark red and purple marks, his fingers scorched into her pale skin, a reminder of his strength, of his unpredictability.
He moves his hand down her arm, gives one breast a gentle nudge, then closes his fingers around her waist, pulling her against him as he leans over her to whisper into her ear: âYou'll stay right here until I come back, understood?â She nods, breathing harder, feeling the warmth of his chest pressing into hers, the heat of his breath on her sensitive skin, the unspoken threat in his words taking root in her heart. âYou wouldn't want to be caught like this, right?â he adds in a mocking tone, then leans back to rake his eyes over her naked body.
She swallows, nods again, looks at him timidly from under her lashes. âNo, sir. I'll stay right here...â
âGood girl,â he whispers, giving her the hint of a smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes.
His praise, no matter the circumstances, still hits its mark and makes her clench around nothing, and she squirms slightly on the spot with her thighs rubbing together.
He notices the movement. âDo you have to pee?â he asks bluntly, and she blushes deeply, shaking her head vehemently. His hand is moving around her rear, teasing between her legs. A soft but dark chuckle escapes him as he dips a finger between her wet folds. âI see,â he whispers and leans in again, brushing his lips against her ear. âDo you want to come, baby girl?â
She gasps, squirms more, unconsciously grinds against his hand. But before she has to deny him once more (which she almost wouldn't have as she considers that there weren't too many people around), he leans away and wipes his finger along her hip. Looking down at her darkly, he gives her a wink, then steps back.
âBe right back,â he tells her and slips through the curtain, leaving her alone and naked and completely flustered.
He takes his sweet time, doing whatever he does, and she just stands there, shifting from one foot to the other. She's managed to cross her arms over her chest, rubbing her forearms against her hardening nipples. The AC seems to blow right into the stall, but it's actually quite nice, because the heat coursing through her body seems unbearable otherwise.
Her core is aching, and for only a moment she is tempted to slip her fingers between her legs and handle the situation on her own, but shame and fear pushes that thought away again. Inhaling deeply, she listens to the noises around her. The faint music playing in the back, voices of passing customers, footsteps coming closer and leaving again.
One time, someone steps really close to her stall, and she quickly grabs the edge of the curtain and holds it closed, mumbling âOccupied!â, and a grunted âSorryâ comes back. Her heart is racing, and, still holding the curtain, she leans against the wooden wall and tries to catch her breath, ease her nerves.
Eventually she relaxes, slips into the furthest corner of the small square room and stares at herself in the mirror for a bit. It's a frightening sight. She's bruised all over from where he's grabbed her, held her tightly, choked her, and she remembers the situations, remembers the hard thrusts of his cock, the strength in his arms, the weight of his body, the warmth, the noises when he came deep inside her...
Covering her burning face, she groans into her hands, squirming on the spot again as her cunt clenches in a need she never felt before. Is it because he hasn't fucked her yet? She woke up and he dragged her away, to the diner, to this store, and the last time she's felt his cock inside her has been... she squints as she tries to remember... on the table, before he choked her into unconsciousness. She gave him head after that and he fingered a few orgasms out of her, but the kind of sex where he just takes and uses her, where she's that pliant thing in his arms, that feels like a very distant memory (even if it wasn't).
She's gone all her life without sex before he took her away, and now, after only three days of intense... sexual exercise, for lack of a better term, she feels the need to do it all the freaking time, and even a few hours without makes her feel itchy and restless and desperate.
What has he done to her? What has he turned her into? What has she become?
A sudden noise rips her from her thoughts, and then he's back, standing tall inside that tiny cubicle, towering over her, several pieces of clothing draped over his arm. The sight of him makes her feel both calm and anxious, and her core is just happy to see him, shedding a few drops of moisture that slip slowly down her inner thigh. She doesn't even care anymore at this point.
He looks at her for a moment, waits for her arms to fall to her sides, then starts putting the hangers on the hook on the wall. She sees many different colors, soft pastels mostly, but also some whites and blacks. Dresses, skirts, blouses, shirts. Obviously no underwear.
He makes her try on everything, and even if she was a little apprehensive at first, she moves almost automatically when he makes her strip over and over again. While she slips into the different outfits, he observes her silently, barely shows any reaction to the tight dresses, the short skirts, the revealing blouses or form-fitting shirts. He has a good eye, managed to find her size almost perfectly.
Whenever she's done, he takes the clothes, puts them back on their hangers and separates them into two sides, and in the end he chooses two black skirts for her (a pleated one that's really short, barely fits over her butt, definitely shows the red welts on the backs of her thighs and most definitely will flash anyone who stands behind her if she has to bend down, and a flowing one that's covering at least the middle of her thighs) and a soft pastel yellow, long-sleeved blouse that's tied in the front, showing off the flat of her stomach and the hint of her boobs with a plunging neckline (she hopes he'll buy her a push-up bra too, but he seems content with how it is).
He also decides on a long dress that brushes along the floor with how short she is, black with white accents in the bust, a belt on the waist and a large bow in the back, sitting right on the swell of her rear, letting the dress flare out a little. She feels most comfortable in that, it looks so fancy, and she can imagine herself standing next to him in his elegant suit, holding onto his arm, beaming up at him like the women do in those old movies.
For now she is again just the naked girl in the way too tight changing room, waiting for the man next to her to give her something to wear so they can finally leave the store. But he doesn't seem to be done yet. He takes the clothes he didn't choose, gives her another pointed look, and leaves through the curtain once more. She sighs and brushes her hand along the black dress hanging on the wall.
He probably expects her to be grateful for this, and she is, of course she is, nobody has ever gone through the hassle of buying her clothes before, but she wonders how she can repay him, what he wants from her in return. She's already doing (almost) everything he asks of her, what could he possibly expect now? What if he asks her to suck him off in the middle of the store? To spread her legs on one of those display tables? Bend over those clothes carousels? She shudders just thinking about it. Not the act itself (because her cunt is still weeping for him), but to be surrounded by people watching them...
How would she react if she'd see a couple doing it in public? Hearing those moans and grunts, seeing their bodies moving together? It's definitely not something one would see while shopping for clothes or groceries, it's frowned-upon, forbidden for a reason. He wouldn't do that, would he? It wouldn't be good for his reputation as well, she'd assume.
She has no idea where she is now, certainly not in the city she met him, but maybe they know of him here too? He's a popular bachelor, she's seen his face on those fancy business magazines displayed in dingy newspaper kiosks, he's known, he wouldn't just throw that away to humiliate her in public, right?
She's again ripped from her frantic thoughts when he returns, this time carrying a bunch of shoes with thin leather straps, skillfully balanced between his fingers, some high heels, some wedges, some flats. He immediately bends down and grabs her left foot, and she has to hold onto his shoulders for support as she watches him take off her sneakers and socks, then slips her feet into each pair, one at a time, lets her balance on them (again he's picked the right size on instinct or accident), his warm fingers always in contact with her ankles, a comforting touch that fuels the need within her.
He's surprisingly patient, calm and collected, and his cool demeanor makes her feel safe â despite those nagging thoughts of what may happen after they are done shopping. For now she enjoys the moment, the gentle touches, the way he looks at her. When she's tried on every pair of shoes, he puts them all back between his fingers, then gathers the clothes he chose for her over his arm.
But as he turns around to leave again, she feels the sudden urge to grab him, hold him back, and her fingers brush against his back before digging into his shirt. He stops, turns slightly and looks down at her over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
She shifts on her naked feet, rubbing her bare arms, biting her lip. âWhat am I supposed to wear?â she asks quietly, suddenly afraid he may force her to streak through the department store.
âI'll be right back,â he only says, not answering her question, and before she can do anything, he's slipped through the curtain once more, leaving her behind, naked, shivering under the AC, confused as ever.
More time passes (and she's back in her own mind, thinking about things that already happened, that could happen in the future, that hopefully will not happen anytime soon), and when he returns this time, he's holding three large shopping bags â and her pastel pink dress and his hoodie in the other hand.
âPut on your shoes,â he tells her, and she quickly crouches down and does so, happy about having something to do, and when she's done and stands back up, he hands her the dress. It feels softer and a little warm. âI had it cleaned,â he replies to her quizzical look, and the warmth from the fabric seeps into her body, warming her heart, melting away the doubts she's had before.
âThank you,â she says quietly, smiling up at him before he makes her lift her arms and pulls the dress over her head, smoothing his hands along her sides, then frees her hair from the collar. She doesn't even mind the lack of underwear anymore.
He's been so good to her, giving her these new clothes, being so gentle about it, having her dirty dress cleaned and dried. Spending money on her. Treating her like a human being, like a girl wants to be treated, like she wants to be treated anyway. She feels so grateful, she's even considering thanking him right then and there, her eyes already moving down his body, her cunt clenching as she thinks about putting his cock into her mouth, but he stops that train of thought by grabbing her hand (not her wrist) and pulling her out of the changing room.
She inhales deeply as she follows him, finally out of the constant AC blast, and she isn't even mad about the many people around them when he walks with her through the store. She's focused on his hand around hers, on the shopping bags he's carrying for her, how her heart swells contently. When they pass the food court, he buys her a large pink milkshake that she happily slurps as they continue their way.
This feels normal, she thinks as she watches him with the straw between her lips, smirking softly as the sweet drink runs smoothly down her throat. Just a girl and her... boyfriend? The thought makes her blush deeply. A strange word for him, maybe... gentleman caller? Lover even?
Something cold crashes through her as the deeper parts of her mind shove themselves to the forefront. Abductor. Abuser. Manipulative asshole who forces her to do things she would never have agreed to, who doesn't allow her to say no, who'll punish her for disobedience or without any reason at all. She swallows hard, blinking away a sudden tear.
But, she reasons with herself, he's also a man who gives her a chance at a new and better life. A man who spends time with her and money on her, who gives her his attention, and food, whose strong arms make her feel safe and protected. Whose cock fits so perfectly into her cunt she cannot live without it anymore.
That last thought makes her choke on the thick milkshake, and he looks at her with a frown as she coughs into the crook of her arm. She swallows, clears her throat, looks up at him with a nervous giggle and burning cheeks. He squeezes her hand and keeps walking.
When they reach his car, her drink is halfway finished, her mind is a complete mess and her blush has crept all the way down to her chest. He takes the shake from her and empties the cup with a few sucks, and she's too stunned to protest, too mesmerized by the way his lips close around the straw, how he watches her as he does so. He lowers the cup, still watching her, and takes a step closer, his hand wandering up her arm, then around it to snake along her waist before he presses it to her lower back and pulls her against him with a smack.
She gasps, and he uses the moment she parts her lips to bring his head to her level and press his lips to hers, or rather his whole mouth to hers, because his tongue, strawberry sweet, dips straight into it and tangles with her own. She mirrors the motion instantly, her hands reaching out to hold onto him, eagerly, hungrily, her pussy weeping all over again. His kiss is short but intense, and when he leans back, she still tastes the milkshake â and him, and it almost makes her drool.
He watches her with a soft smile, licking his lips, and she just stares up at him, oblivious to the people walking around them, the cars coming and going, it doesn't matter. If he'd ask her now to suck him off, she'd be on her knees in an instant. Head empty, head filled with him.
The moment passes, and he lets go of her again to throw the empty cup into a nearby trash can, before walking back to the car and opening the trunk to put the shopping bags in. He rummages around a little longer while she leans against the side, legs trembling slightly and crossed, fingers playing with the hem of her dress, waiting, savoring the soft moment.
The thud of the trunk startles her, and when he returns to her, he's holding a smaller bag, one of the outfits (she can't tell which), and another bag she hasn't seen before because it's not a shopping bag. He then takes her hand and pulls her back to the building, but instead of going in again, he steers her to the public restrooms on the side.
Her heart beats faster. What is he going to do now? The answer comes when he maneuvers her into a stall, but instead of following her only shoves the shopping bag into her hands. âPut these on,â he tells her, then closes the door and seemingly leans against it from the other side, waiting for her to finish.
It's the high-heeled wedges, the very short black skirt and the pastel yellow blouse. Still, no underwear, and as soon as she puts the pleaded skirt on, she feels exposed, basically naked, the fabric barely enough to cover her butt. If she just stands in it, fine, but she has to walk in it, move, turn, possibly stretch or bend, and everybody will see her bare cunt then. She shivers, but continues to dress.
The heels give her at least two more inches to her height, and she sways on them for a moment before adjusting. The blouse is soft, plays around her curves nicely, even accentuates her small bust a little with its plunging neckline. Once she's done, she knocks softly on the door. He opens it immediately, his eyes raking over her form, no reaction on his face, just a little nod.
She watches him look around then, before he steps into the stall as well, crowding the tiny space, pushing her back against the wall beside the toilet. âTurn around and bend over,â he says quietly, and a little surprised whine escapes her.
She's been too comfortable with him, blinded by his generous gestures, completely forgetting about what else he can do to her. The idea of his cock is one thing, the need for it, the hunger to be filled, the way her cunt clenches just thinking about it, but knowing he might fulfill her hidden desires right here, right now, makes her anxious, turns the tension in her stomach into an actual ache.
She still does as he tells her, without much hesitation, turning around and bracing her hands on the toilet lid as she bends forwards, feeling the little fabric of the skirt slipping up over her rear. His hand is on her soft skin, following the gentle curves, dipping between them and downwards, and she flinches slightly when she feels his finger pushing straight between her folds, deeper, a quiet squelching sound making goosebumps ripple over her exposed skin.
âPerfectly wet,â she hears him whisper, and she isn't sure if she should feel shame or pride at his words. âShouldn't hurt too bad then,â he adds, and those words make her stiffen, her heart beating faster.
She suppresses a whimper when he pulls his finger away and replaces it with something hard and cold, and before she realizes what it is, he nudges the object into her clenching cunt, slow and steady, not forced and rough, but it still makes her knees shake beneath her, even more so on the high shoes. He keeps pushing, against her tight muscles, and she whines quietly when it reaches the far end, or so she thinks, because then his fingers are on her clit, rubbing it hard, making her gasp and shiver, relaxing her muscles enough for him to be able to prod the item even further, and the last inch causes her to groan deeply.
She feels full, stuffed, like she's been stuffed twice before, and somehow she is glad he's only shoving a dildo up her cunt, but she should never count her chickens before they are hatched, as they say, because suddenly he nudges his leg between hers, holding her open and also the toy in place, when he presses a cold, wet finger to her sphincter.
She arches her back, bucking her hips to get away from the sensation, and suddenly she remembers the slim fingers of the woman in the sex shop, Mistress, feels those long pointy nails poking into her tense muscles, though his finger feels very different, wider, longer, harder, and he's equally unrelenting, shoves it in and out, easing the tight grip of her hole. She's fighting her reactions, tries to keep the noises down, though she doesn't even think about the possibility of other people entering the restroom.
She's too focused on the pressure inside her ass. And it gets only worse when he adds another finger, pumps them harder, deeper, faster. Her arms are shaking as she leans on them, her head hanging low, lips pressed into a tight line, breaths rapid and heart frantic. And amidst it all, she can't believe he's doing this, here, now. Not that he cares.
His fingers vanish after a moment, leaving her empty (well, half-empty) and gasping for air. Then she feels the cold tip of the plug pressing into her, and when the first ball shaped bump tries to squeeze through her tight muscles, she cries out in a choked croak. He nudges his leg against her core, only making it worse, and it's really hard to keep her composure, to keep quiet.
She's biting the inside of her cheek, whining helplessly, wishing he'd prepare her better. It burns when he forces the toy deeper, her muscles are too tense to let it in properly, and yet he keeps shoving, really putting his strength into it, one hand pushed against her stomach as he holds her in place. She would have probably sank to the floor already without his strong grip.
After a bit more fight and more tears and muffled wails, the plug sits inside her, the base gripped by her clenching hole, the other dildo brushing against it through her protesting walls, and as soon as he lets her go, she stumbles, shaking badly, barely noticing how he puts his hand around her mound, then pulls something up her legs. The harness. That she notices. She winces when it scrapes over the welts on her thighs, then whimpers when the hard leather straps press against the toys to hold them in place.
He secures the belts around her legs and hips, checking every strap before leaning back and grabbing her waist to pull her into a standing position. He flattens the skirt over her rear, turning her this way and that, and she lets him because she's frozen in shock, suddenly realizing that she has to leave the restroom in a short skirt that shows off everything, from the bruises on her legs to the black leather harness holding not one, but two dildos inside her. The people will see, they will know, they will whisper, point fingers, they'll think she's a... slut.
Another tear rolls down her cheek, and he catches it with his finger before he cups her face fully and leans down to look at her. âThis is just the beginning of your punishment, darling,â he tells her with a dark smile.
She sniffles, swallowing hard. She should have just let him make her come in that freaking diner. At least she would have felt good about it in the moment.
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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]
Side 2. Rina, Rocket Puncher
Note: someone pls tell her to stop punching the phone-
This took place between Chapter 35 & 36
The Smash Room was not the type of place Y/n had expected to visit that day. The walls were covered in padding, and an impressive assortment of âsmashableâ itemsâplates, bottles, electronicsâlined the shelves like some dystopian buffet. Karina stood beside him, grinning from ear to ear, holding a bat like it was the best gift sheâd ever received.
âAre you⌠sure about this?â Y/n asked, eyeing a particularly delicate-looking lamp.
Karina rolled her eyes, thrusting a bat into his hands. âYes, Iâm sure. Trust me; youâll thank me later.â
âBut smashing things on purpose⌠it feels wrong,â he admitted, staring down at the bat.
Karina laughed, already cracking her knuckles in anticipation. âItâs supposed to feel wrong! Thatâs the point. I needed a place to blow off steam, and I thought itâd be way more fun if you came along to try it out.â
"âŚI don't really have anything to blow off steam, though?" Y/n questioned.
"Lies." Karina deadpanned. "You're dating Minjeong. Surely there is something you find annoying about her."
"Oi, you're trying to rat me out now?" Y/n widened his eyes.
"It's between us." Karina giggled. "âŚunless?"
Y/n gulped, but Karinaâs enthusiasm was infectious. âFine⌠letâs do this.â
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When they finally suited up, helmets secure and armed with a stack of plates, old electronics, and an assortment of glass bottles in the centre of the room, Y/n couldnât shake a lingering sense of hesitation. Heâd been dragged here, no doubt, by Karinaâs insistence that âeveryone needs to smash something every once in a while.â She practically glowed with energy as she scanned the items around them, clearly fired up for what was about to go down.
âReady to blow off some steam?â Karina asked, eyeing a nearby plate with a devilish grin. She picked it up and weighed it in her hands like a pro, already looking to him for the go-ahead.
âUh, as ready as Iâll ever be,â Y/n replied, still clutching his bat with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. âYou seem a little too excited about this.â
âOh, trust me, I am,â Karina laughed. âYou donât know how badly Iâve needed this!â
With a wild swing, she sent the first plate crashing against the wall, bits of ceramic scattering in every direction. She let out a triumphant yell, her face lighting up.
âJeez,â Y/n said, raising an eyebrow. âIs that plate supposed to be someone in particular?â
Karina grinned, winding up for the next throw. âThat one was for all the times Iâve had to work late for a last-minute meeting. Andââ She smashed another plate. ââfor every time I had to remind everyone to be on time, especially NINGNING!â
Y/n snorted, gripping his own plate. âNing just use her aespa timeâŚ.a bit too much, huh?â
âOh, and donât get me started on the stress of managing appearances and, like, fifty different social media expectations!â Karina vented, smashing another plate with gusto. âNot everything needs to be perfect, but the pressure is still there! SO DAMN ANNOYING!â
âYES!â Y/n said with feeling, setting up his own bottle to smash. He hesitated for a moment, thinking back on his recent frustrations with Winter, from her infamous âkiss prankâ to the slightly overwhelming reality of actually dating herâŚwhich came with some undisclosed baggage. He swung, and the bottle exploded in a satisfying burst.
âOHHH SHT! That felt good!â
From the bottom of his heart, he loved Winter, but that was liberating.
Karina, catching his thoughtful look, nudged him with a knowing smile. âThat looked personal. Care to share?â
He grinned, a little sheepishly. âItâs just⌠Jeong. Thereâs so much about her thatâs awesome, but dating her is a whole new experience. I mean, sheâs perfect, but also impossible. She just, like, invades my space EVERYWHERE, which sounds greatâŚ"
"Uhuh" Karina was intrigued.
"âŚuntil she messes with all my stuff and stole my oreo stashes I kept for myself.â
âOh, I get it. Minjeong does have that⌠selective attention to detail,â Karina laughed, setting up another bottle. âSheâll memorise every outfit in her closet but will still âforgetâ to tell you she invited the whole group over to your place.â
Y/n laughed, nodding. âExactly! And itâs like the more time we spend together, the more I realize sheâs just as rowdy as the rest of youâif not more. But⌠itâs hard to stay annoyed when she gives me that look, you know?â
Karina grinned as she grabbed a plate, holding it up like it was a prized possession. âThis one? This is for every time a scheduleâs changed last minute, throwing off everything weâve worked on!â She wound up, smashed it, and let out a satisfied sigh.
Y/n found himself nodding along. âYou know, Jeong has this habit of casually dropping huge things at the last possible moment. Like, âOh, by the way, I promised my mom Iâd come by for dinnerââwhile weâre already on our way somewhere else.â
âOh, she finally did that to you!â Karina laughed, taking a quick swing at another bottle, the glass shattering on impact. She turned back to him with a playful glint in her eye. âSounds like youâve got your hands full.â
âTell me about it.â Y/n lined up another bottle and smashed it with a swing that was a little more enthusiastic than heâd intended. âI love her for how she is, butâŚthose will kill my sanity.â
They both shared a laugh, the cathartic smashing of objects somehow loosening up more than just physical tension.
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âAlright, Rina, use Rocket Punch!â Y/n challenged, feeling his earlier nervousness fade as he grabbed another plate and handed it to her.
"Ya, I'm not a Pokemon!" She took it, eyeing him with a mock-serious expression.
"Whatever, do it!" Y/n cheered.
âThis one is for all the choreography changes we go through in the middle of a tour,â she muttered with feigned gravity, before smashing it so hard that tiny ceramic pieces ricocheted off the wall.
"Perfect shot." Y/n winced and gave a low whistle. âRemind me to never get on your bad side.â
She laughed, shaking her head. âHonestly, I think all of us need this every once in a while. You canât keep everything bottled up without it exploding, right?â
He nodded, a grin spreading on his face. âSpeaking of which, I think itâs time for the grand finale.â He held up an old radio, raising its high for dramatic effect.
âOhhh, nice choice!â Karina cheered, standing back to give him space.
"KIM MINJEONG! STOP DOODLING ON MY FACE!"
With a loud yell, Y/n hurled the radio against the wall, bits of plastic and metal scattering everywhere as they both burst into laughter.
Breathless, Y/n leaned back against the wall, shaking his head. âHolyâŚ.I seriously didnât think this would be so⌠satisfying.â
Karina nodded, grinning at him. âI knew youâd come around. Itâs not just about breaking things; itâs about letting go, you know?â
He looked at her, her usual serious leader demeanour replaced with a relaxed, genuine smile. âYou know, I think we all see you as this powerhouse who just handles everything. Itâs easy to forget that you need to punch things.â
Karinaâs smile softened. âI guess I do. Itâs just⌠hard sometimes. When youâre the leader, thereâs this pressure to always be âonâ and âperfect.â But, itâs nice to have these moments where I can just be myself. Not âKarina the leader,â just Karina.â
âWell, for the record, youâre pretty cool Rina, leader or not,â Y/n said, giving her a sincere look. âI think weâd all be a little lost without you, to be honest.â
âCool? Not cute?â
âErm. Sorry, I have a Minjeong.â Y/n denied.
She let out a soft chuckle, bumping his shoulder. âThanks, Y/n. Itâs nice to hear that, especially from someone who has to put up with us 24/7.â
"You're welcome." Y/n grinned. "Now, please stop punching the camera."
-
Exhausted and a little breathless, they finally put down their bats, slumping onto a bench in the lounge area. Bits of dust and tiny shards clung to their protective gear, but they looked thoroughly exhilarated.
Y/n turned to her with a smile. âYouâre living up to the name Rocket Puncher, you know that?â
Karina shrugged, though her eyes sparkled. âI guess I just have a habit of punching things.â
Y/n laughed. âJust donât go overboard. We canât have you smashing plates left and right during practice, alright?â
She laughed, nodding. âFair enough. Iâll keep it contained to smash rooms.â
They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before Karina pointed toward the photo booth in the corner, her eyes lighting up. âHey! Before we go, we should take a picture. Just, you know, to remember today.â
Y/n followed her gaze and groaned. âAre you serious? We look like we just walked out of a war!â
âExactly! Thatâs the point!â Karina insisted, practically dragging him over. âCâmon, tough guy, one picture wonât kill you.â
As the camera flashed, Karina made a series of increasingly ridiculous faces, pulling Y/n into the antics with her. By the last frame, he was laughing so hard he barely noticed the camera snapping.
When the photos printed, Karina held up the strip with pride. âThis is definitely going up on the fridge. Maybe Iâll even show Minjeong.â
Y/nâs eyes widened. âPlease don't. Sheâll never let me hear the end of it.â
Karina just smirked, pocketing the photos. âConsider it payback for letting me rant today. And donât worryâIâll only tease you a little.â
âTsk.â Y/n sighed. â But thanks for this, Rina. I think I needed it more than I realised.â
She smiled, looping her arm over his shoulder. âAnytime, Y/n. A little smash helps wonder.â
They sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the conversation lingering, but in a way that felt comforting rather than heavy.
-
Karinaâs usual habit was quickly taken up by a notch in the dorm. No one could resist teasing her after each new incident, and her reactionsâhalf-defensive, half-mortifiedâonly added to the fun.
Which happened sooner than expected.
One evening, everyone was gathered around the dinner table for takeout night. Y/n watched with an amused grin as Karina grabbed her chopsticks with a little too much enthusiasm, causing her plate to slip and crack against the table.
âWelp, another one bites the dust,â Y/n quipped, leaning back with a smirk.
Karina gave him a narrowed look, cheeks flushed. âYou know what? Maybe plates these days just arenât made to last!â
Winter snorted. âOr maybe youâre just turning into some kind of superhero with âsmashâ as your only superpower.â
âSoooâŚHulk?â Giselle questioned.
Karina huffed, crossing her arms. âWell, I didnât ask for this power.â
Ningning leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. âYeah, but if you keep breaking things, people might actually believe youâre the leader of a super-powered girl group.â
Giselle clapped her hands, laughing. âImagine if they replaced our choreo with you smashing props on stage!â
Y/nâs eyes lit up with mock seriousness. âRina, think of the fan meetings. Youâd just need to sign autographs on concrete blocks with a sledgehammer or something.â
Karina tried to stifle her laugh but couldnât. She finally gave in, laughing as she tossed a crumpled napkin at Y/n. âYouâre all just jealous of my raw strength.â
-
The next morning, Y/n and Karina found themselves in the kitchen, prepping for a long day ahead. Karina was trying to work the espresso machine, but it seemed to be giving her trouble. As she pulled the handle, the coffee machine sputtered and stopped working entirely.
âDid it justâŚ?â Karina blinked, staring at the lifeless machine.
Y/n, stifling a laugh, leaned in to inspect. âHmmmm, letâs see, it was perfectly fine this morning, and now itâs dead. Who could possibly be responsible?â
Karina swatted his arm. âHey! I didnât even touch it that hard! I just⌠pulled the lever with a bit of confidence.â
âOh, âconfidence,ââ Y/n said with a grin. âThatâs a nice way of putting it. You know, youâre like a coffee machine whisperer⌠except in reverse.â
Karina glared at him, then let out a laugh. âFine, maybe I got a little too eager. But youâre making the coffee, then.â
Y/n shook his head, feigning exasperation as he grabbed his phone to put in a delivery order for iced lattes instead. âIâll be sending this bill to the SM. You know, at this rate, youâre going to single-handedly ruin every appliance in the dorm.â
âThen maybe you should start getting unbreakable appliances,â Karina shot back, grinning as she took a seat at the counter.
Winter wandered into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She looked between the two and yawned. âWhat happened now?â
âCoffee machine casualty,â Y/n explained, waving a hand at the machine. âShe claimed another victim.â
Winter shook her head with a small laugh. âGreatâŚ.another funeral?â
Karina shrugged, holding up her hands in surrender. âApparently, Iâve just⌠developed an ult.â
-
A few days later, Karina and Y/n were shopping for some supplies when they wandered into the electronics section. Theyâd been joking about her newfound âhabitâ all morning, and Karina couldnât resist poking fun at herself.
âYa, Y/n, think they sell smash-proof headphones?â she asked with a grin, picking up a sleek pair.
He laughed. âIf they did, youâd be their first customer.â
Karina nodded thoughtfully, pretending to examine the headphones. âMaybe we should just go all out and buy everything in metal. Like, imagine an indestructible blender or a phone that can survive anything.â
Y/n snorted, crossing his arms. âWhat, youâre planning on hurling your phone across the room?â
Karina gave him a playful nudge. âNot *intentionally*. But you never know.â
She picked up a ceramic mug, examining it thoughtfully. âHmm. You think this one would survive me?â
Y/n raised an eyebrow. âWhy donât you try holding it like a normal human, and weâll see?â
Karina broke into laughter, the two of them gathering curious stares from other shoppers. âFine, fine, Iâll keep my grip to a minimum.â
-
That night, back at the dorm, the members were lounging around after a busy day. Y/n was tidying up the living room when he heard a familiar *crack* from the kitchen. He didnât even have to look to know who the culprit was.
âYOO JIMIN!â he called, trying to sound stern but barely hiding his amusement.
Karina peeked around the corner, looking sheepish. âIt was just a spoonâŚâ
Winter groaned dramatically. âDo we even have spoons left at this point?â
Ningning held up a plastic spoon with a grin. âThese are the only safe ones left. And Iâm not taking any chances.â
Giselle couldnât resist piling on. âAt this rate, weâre going to have to wrap everything in bubble wrap. Including you, unnie.â
Karina laughed, her face flushing pink. âItâs not my fault! Everythingâs so fragile!â
Y/n rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. âOkay, you and I are making a pact. Once a month, smash room therapy. But no more âpracticingâ in the dorm, got it?â
Karina raised her hand in mock seriousness, nodding. âFine, deal. Monthly smashing sessions only in the smash room. But only if you join me.â
The others burst into laughter as Y/n sighed, defeated. âAlright, alright. As long as you promise to keep your âsmashingâ in the smash room.â
Winter nudged Karina, grinning. âThis is really gonna be a thing, isnât it?â
Karina shrugged, laughing. âGuess so. Letâs just hope I donât smash anything important, like, I dunno⌠the door.â
âOr my boyfriendâ Winter instantly glared at her leader while hugging Y/n. âOnly he can deal with our rowdiness here.â
The entire group laughed, shaking their heads. Despite the accidental destruction, they couldnât help but enjoy every minute of it. Karinaâs âhabitâ had become an endless source of entertainment, and Y/n knew heâd never look at a coffee machineâor a remoteâthe same way again.
-
The next month rolled around, and true to their agreement, Y/n and Karina made another trip to the smash room. Karina was fired up, armed with a bat and practically bouncing on her heels as she looked at the new array of breakables.
âOh, youâre going down this time,â she taunted, tossing Y/n a helmet. âGet ready to lose, mister.â
Y/n scoffed, slipping on his helmet and giving her a playful glare. âIs that so? Weâll see about that. Just donât go breaking anything else when we get back to the dorm, okay?â
With that, the smash room countdown started, and they both went at it. Plates shattered, vases exploded, and Karina laughed wildly with every hit. They were neck and neck, neither one letting up as they plowed through piles of items. But just as they were about to swing at the last pieceâa towering stack of old electronicsâthey paused, catching their breath.
Karina raised her bat, grinning. âAlright, letâs end this. Whoever smashes it first is the ultimate champ.â
Y/n, equally competitive now, rolled his shoulders, raising his bat. âPrepare to lose, Rocket Puncher.â
âThree⌠two⌠one!â They both swung, aiming straight for the top of the stack.
But just as they were about to hit, Karinaâs bat connected a split second sooner, sending pieces flyingâand her bat continued on its path, grazing Y/nâs arm as he tried to dodge.
âOw!â he yelped, dropping his bat and clutching his arm, though a grin tugged at his lips.
Karina gasped, immediately dropping her bat. âOh my gosh, Y/n! Iâm so sorry!â She rushed over, her hands hovering as if she wanted to check on him but didnât want to make it worse.
Y/n burst into laughter, holding his âinjuredâ arm dramatically. âYou actually smashed me, Karina! I didnât know Iâd signed up for *full-contact smashing.*â
She smacked his shoulder playfully, though she was still red-faced with embarrassment. âYou were in my way! And stop laughingâI thought I broke your arm!â
He couldnât help grinning. âNext time, weâre putting a strict no beating your manager rule in place. I barely survived.â
Karina laughed, shaking her head as she helped him up. âGuess I did win the smashing contest, though,â she teased, flashing him a victorious grin.
Y/n chuckled, rubbing his arm with a smile. âYeah, yeah, Rocket Puncher⌠but the prize is definitely on you. Because from now on, Iâm giving you a permanent smash ban.â
She pouted, though she couldnât hold back her smile. âFine. But donât be surprised if I accidentally âsmashâ something again. Just⌠try not to stand in my way next time?â
âThat sounds wron-â
âFinish that and you will eat this bat.â Karina glared.
âYes maâamâ
With a shared stifled laugh, they both left the smash room, Karina proudly claiming her âvictoryâ and Y/n mentally preparing to dodge any âunintentionalâ smash attacks back at the dorm.
As they finished their monthly agreement and left the smash room, a renewed sense of camaraderie between them, both feeling lighter than they had in a long time. There was certainly mild hostility between the two of them when first met, but things changed for the better.
It wasnât just the smashing or the laughsâit was the reminder that they had each other, through all the chaos, and that was a pretty solid foundation to lean on.
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Isekai Yandere Strawhats Chapter 2
Previously| next
The days turned to weeks and weeks to months soon, that world was a thought of the past. Y/n had continued to her regular life going to school, hanging out with friends, and having her biggest worries being what time her assignments were due.
She didnât throw away any of her old books or posters with those characters on them instead she put them in a box under her bed. Just so they were right beneath her feet if she ever wanted to return and fantasize about maybe a different time, maybe if things wouldâve gone differently.Â
The seasons were beginning to change March would soon become April. It had only dawned on the girl today that a year had passed since she first started that journey. Sitting by the window as the birds chirped in glee, Y/n finally had some time to dive into her memory.
A year ago Y/n had just met the straw hat pirates. She appeared in their life so suddenly, and little did she know they would become so easily enamored. She laughed to herself in disbelief then rubbed her hand through her bangs, â How could I be so stupid?â she said to herself.
Opening her curtains for the rays of the sun to wash over her reminded her of tanning with the girls on the Sunny, in the beginning, it was just so sweet, wasnât it?
With a sigh, she got up from her bed and waltzed over to grab her remote from the desk turning on the TV hoping to drown out the memory of a certain someone. The shows were white noise as the face of Trafalgar Law was all she could focus on.Â
A call from her mother had made her jump and she quickly made her way out of her room. â Yes, mother?â She said walking into the living room. Her mother smiled and handed her a letter. The envelope was black with no writing on it and the seal was yellow with a small bear on it.
Y/n bit her lip, not wanting to get too excited in front of her mother and for herself, who knows if this letter is from who she thinks it is?
She thanked her mother and quickly made her way back to her room shutting the door with her back. The pit of her stomach grew butterflies and nerves flared inside of her. She turned off her TV and sat on her bed using her thumb to unseal the envelope.
There were two letters inside marked with red and blue at the tips of the corner. Pulling the blue one out first she swiftly opened it and began reading.
Dear Y/n, I wonder what youâve been doing all this time. I know you got back home safely, I can feel it in my bones. I debated on whether or not I should just go see you myself but I figured it was better to let you enjoy your time with your family for now.
I have been able to avoid clashing with BlackBeard thanks to you and I have been able to gather more research on this gateway between our worlds. I wonât go too in-depth in this letter but I can say that we have a lot to talk about once we meet again. After you left the strawhats also left me alone without a word or a fight. Within the next month, we will meet but it will take some effort on your part as well. Please read the next letter for additional information.Â
L.Â
Y/n felt ecstatic, finally after months of wondering what happened to Law there was an answer, directly from him at that. She tossed the note beside her pulled out the red-tipped letter and began reading.
There were instructions and illustrations explaining how to open a gateway directly onto the polar tang where they could travel with ease. It was a method without shifting that wouldnât be so strenuous on both parts.
At the end of the letter, there was a small warning, â It will take time, over a month on your end to make sure that the gate is stabilized so as soon as you read this you should get started.â
With a smile on her face, she followed both letters back into the envelope and began to follow the instructions. The instructions were relatively easy but there was a reason she needed time.
Step one, keep the mirror on your door as clean as can be that will be the gate. Step two, ensure any other mirrors are not facing the gate including your television.
Step three, keep your curtains open as the sun will help charge up the portal. The other steps were simple as well, donât keep anything plugged in at night, and keep a diet consisting of greens.Â
Y/n had a new pep in her step and everyone around her noticed. Y/n had smiled more often and life at home seemed like a fantasy for her parents, they never had to ask her twice to complete chores or help out with anything around the house.
The first week of April swings by and exam season is brewing up, Y/n spent time studying with her friends in the library. " Y/n me and y/f/n are going to get drinks real quick."
The girl waved her friends off too focused on her current textbook. A minute passed before she was interrupted again by a text message. Her mother was telling her she needed to pick up something for dinner, she sighed and decided to take a break from studying and possibly find a book she could take home.
Out of interest Y/n took to the supernatural fantasy section. Wondering if she could find any books relating to portals and how they work.
At the top of the shelf there was a black hardcover with the words open your mind written in script on the spine. Reaching up she grabbed it, â Open Your Mind written by N.Râ. The book seemed to be brand new, the pages crisp and the cover silky smooth.
Returning to her seat Y/n began to read. Her friends soon returned and hours had passed as Y/n fell into the fantasy world of N.R. The book was about a women who had a found family and was able to discover the mysteries of her world. The chills ran down her spine when she realized how similar it had been to one piece.
Although there werenât any pirates Y/n couldnât shake the feeling of having heard a few similar stories within her favorite series. Bitting her lip she closed the book on the third chapter, not wanting to spoon herself while with her friends.
Y/n tucked a strand of her behind her ears and told her friends she would be off as it was getting late. Waiting for the bus questions popped into her head.
There is no way one of them could be here right?
Law made sure they didnât have a way back right?
Itâs been so long since she was filled with this much anxiety. The cool spring breeze wouldnât cool her nerves and the palms of her hands filled with sweat.
The bus finally came and she stepped on seating herself in the single seats. Her head rested on the window and she silently watched the cars zoom by leaving colorful glares.
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A/N: Welcome back to the drama!!! Iâm so excited to begin this new journey again and I am so happy everyone enjoyed the first part. I donât currently know how long I want this part to be but I will have a schedule in my Masterlist of when I will update.
Extra: What do you think about the letter?
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Port Wine & Sake | Chapter 4
Roronoa Zoro x Reader
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Chapter rating: NSFW
Whole fic content/warnings: NSFW, 18+, Female Reader, Enemies to lovers, slight alcohol abuse, dysfunctional family dynamics, past trauma
Summary: You were tired of the fucking nuisances freeloading in your brother's castle, but it seemed you had no choice but to endure. A tumultuous romance between Roronoa Zoro and Dracule Mihawk's sister, set throughout the 2 year time skip.
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Chapter 4: The First Month â Midnight Wanderings
As Roronoa Zoroâs training intensified, he often found himself roaming the halls in the dead of night. The adrenaline from Mihawk's relentless regimen still coursed through his veins, keeping him awake when he should have been sleeping. It was during one of these restless nights that he first glimpsed you wandering the eerie corridors, your figure shrouded in a ghostly robe that billowed behind you like a specter haunting the damned cursed castle.
At first, he almost mistook you for Perona, the way your silhouette moved with an ethereal grace, illuminated by the pale moonlight filtering through the high windows was otherworldly. He almost expected you to disappear through a wall, almost called out but something stayed his tongueâa faint trace of cinnamon and something uniquely you, a scent that clung to the stillness of the darkness and pricked at his senses. Zoro had hesitated, his annoyance at the interruption of his solitude mingling with a begrudging curiosity.
He watched as you moved with a purposeful stride, the unusual softness of your features catching his eye despite himself. You seemed driven by some unseen force, your path illuminated by the thin glow of the moon. He followed you from a distance, justifying it to himself as idle boredom. The corridors were silent save for the quiet echo of your footsteps and the far away hum of the sea beyond.
That first night, you had simply wandered back to your room. Zoro had stood there, hidden in the shadows, watching as you disappeared behind your door. The encounter left him with a lingering sense of intrigue that gnawed at him, an unwanted added distraction he couldnât shake.
The next night, sleeplessness plagued him again and he found himself in the halls, hopingâagainst his better judgmentâto glimpse you once more. But as he roamed the corridors aimlessly, you were nowhere to be seen.
You could feel yourself slowly unraveling. You knew you were sleepwalking again. Your feet were sore from your endless wanderings, exhaustion loomed over your shoulders but most of all you were bored. Bored out of your fucking mind. Roronoa Zoro had finally started his training and as youâd promised Mihawk, this meant the end of your entertainment.
The little swordsman was even avoiding you. You werenât sure if you should be flattered of that fact or annoyed that he had seemingly disappeared from your quotidian. It was truly a dreadful situation. A tragedy.
You kneaded the dough with a bit more force than necessary. Perona had asked for bagels. Well asked wasnât quite the adequate word. Demanded was more like it.
The dough resisted under your hands, an extremely poor substitute for the excitement Zoro's presence had brought. You glanced out the window, where you could just make out the training grounds in the distance. The rhythmic clanging of swords carried faintly on the breeze, a reminder of where your distraction had gone.
With a sigh, you focused back on your task. Perona's demands weren't going to go away on their own and you had learned that keeping the specter princess happy greatly improved your peace. Besides, it wasnât the worst of requests. You quite enjoyed bagels yourself.
As you shaped the dough into perfect circles, your mind wandered, replaying moments with Zoro. Oh, how easily he flustered. How he twitched and squirmed so beautifully beneath your stare. You bet Mihawk was having a field day training him.
You sighed.
It was truly a shame, such great entertainment wasted on sword training.
âWhatâs got you sighing like that?â Perona interrupted your train of thought. The girl floated in from behind you, peering over your shoulder as you worked.
âWouldnât you like to know?â You smirked, not looking up from the dough.
She huffed, hovering closer. âOh please, heâs not THAT interesting,â she remarked, leaning in with a mischievous grin.
You shot her a sideways glance, a knowing smile playing on your lips. âNo? You should see the way he reacts when you catch him off guard. Itâs priceless.â
Perona rolled her eyes. âYou two siblings are insane,â she stated. âHeâs not interesting. Heâs just another swordsman obsessed with his training. Entirely boring and entirely not cute.â She poked at one of the dough circles. âAnd yet here you are, making bagels and sighing about him.â
You gave her an overdramatic shrug. âWhat can I say? Boredom has overtaken my life once more.â
âAs I said, entirely insane.â Perona floated to the other side of the counter, facing you. âYou even played doll and dressed him. What a complete waste.â
You chuckled, the memory of his reaction as your nail had grazed his abdomen delightfully sweet on your mind. âIs that jealousy I hear in your voice, girl? Do you desire new clothes too?â
âDonât call me like that.â She pouted. âHow old are you anyways?â
âItâs really none of your business,â you replied, your tone a touch too short.
She frowned at that, her passing interest growing into something more concrete. âWhat? Are you actually younger than me?â
Your jaw clenched, and you regretted your words. You should have simply given her a bullshit answer. âI wouldnât know, Perona. Father wasnât particularly keen on birthdays.â
That seemed to shut her up for a second. She let out a small âohâ of realization as your statement sank in.
You couldnât help the hint of bitterness coloring your tone as you continued. âDonât dwell on it too much. Itâs not something I tend to think about, myself.â
For a moment Perona hovered in silence, seemingly lost in thought. Then with a shake of her head, she switched gears, returning to her mischievous demeanor. âSo, about those bagels. Any chance I can get a heart-shaped one?â
You rolled your eyes, a small smile gracing your lips once more. âI can try. No promises though.â
âAnd, yes,â she said. âI would also like new clothes. So make me a dress.â
You laughed, a hearty laugh. âNow, why would I do that?â
As Roronoa Zoro swung his swords in precise, furious arcs, the rhythm of his training became a battleground of its own. Amidst the clash of steel and the exertion of muscle, your presence haunted him like a persistent ghost. He couldn't escape the memory of your laughter, the way you effortlessly turned your interactions into a game of wits that left him off balance. It was infuriating how you managed to get under his skin with such ease.
He needed to get stronger, he reminded himself. For Luffy. His captain should never have been fighting alone.
Each swing of his swords echoed with frustration. The more he trained, the more his thoughts drifted to youâyour sharp retorts, the way you so easily unraveled his composure with a mere glance or a fleeting touch. It was maddening, it had been days since you last played with him. And yet, you were still a torment that gnawed at him relentlessly.
No.
He needed to get stronger. He wouldnât let what happened in Sabaody happen again.
Zoroâs mind flashed back to the moments that lingered like a curseâthe curve of your lips as you teased him, the warmth of your breath on his skin, and the tantalizing scent of cinnamon that clung to the air long after you had left. Those memories, intertwined with the intensity of his training, threatened to drive him to madness.
Damn it.
He needed to get stronger. For his crew, for his friends.
He gritted his teeth, focusing harder on his strikes, hoping to drown out the reminiscences with the physical exertion. But no matter how fiercely he swung his swords, your presence remained like an indelible mark etched upon his consciousness. The memory of your softened features in the moonlight, the way that sheer robe you wore at night, that short slip and how it left nearly nothing to the imagination.
Fuck.
He neededâ
"You're distracted, Roronoa," Mihawk's voice cut through the air, bringing Zoro's attention back to the present. The warlord observed him with his characteristic stoicism, but there was a hint of something else in his gazeâalmost amusement.
Zoroâs mouth twisted at being read so easily. âIâm not,â he stubbornly denied.
âThose forms of yours would disagree.â Mihawk stepped forward, drawing his sword. âI would suggest you donât entertain my sisterâs antics, but I doubt that is within your control.â
Zoroâs jaw clenched as Mihawkâs words hit their mark. He knew the warlord saw through him, saw through the façade of focus he tried to maintain during training. Swinging his swords with renewed determination, Zoro fought to regain his composure, but the memory of you kneeling before him as you laced up his pants lingered like a stubborn shadow.
âIâm not distracted,â Zoro insisted, his voice edged with frustration as he parried Mihawkâs assault.
Mihawk raised an eyebrow, his swordplay graceful and precise, effortlessly overpowering him. âDenial suits you poorly, Roronoa.â
The memory of the tips of your fingers grazing his skin plagued his mind once more and his strike faltered, allowing the warlord to bring him to his knees, blade at his throat.
âI can see what she meant,â he continued with a rare smile. âYou are delightfully easy to rile up.â
Zoro scowled.
âEmotions play a large part in winning battles, Roronoa.â He lowered his sword, letting Zoro rise. âLearn to control them.â
He needed to get stronger.
The second time Roronoa Zoro caught you wandering in the dead of night was days later. He had almost convinced himself that the first encounter was a one-time fluke, a bizarre chapter in the castleâs ghostly narrative. The sprawling fortress was enveloped in darkness, the moonlight barely filtering through the heavy clouds, casting an eerie, fragmented glow along the stone corridors. The silence was thick, oppressive, wrapping around him like a shroud.
It was a rare solace, this peaceful solitude. A respite from Peronaâs incessant chatter and, more importantly, a break from the piercing scrutiny of your stare.
Your stare...
It lingered in his mind, unsettling, annoying. He gritted his teeth.
It was the soft echo of steps that made him stop, barely audible over the sound of his own breathing. His eyes narrowed as he spotted a series of faint, smeared footprints on the usually pristine surface of the marble floor. He bent down, observing the dirt tracks and, disturbingly enough, specks of blood that marked the path. Irritation flared further within himâwhy did you have to bring chaos even in your sleep?
Still, he quickened his pace, following the trail. The delicate scent of cinnamon pricked his senses, signaling that he was drawing closer. You moved slowly, your features bathed in the dim, cold glow of the moon. Your eyes were half-lidded, your expression serene, almost childlike. The sight was unsettling, and yet, there was a beauty to it that he reluctantly acknowledged.
A soft murmur escaped your lips as you reached a wall, barely audible in the stillness. Zoro strained to hear, trying to catch the fragmented words. âFather... locked all the doors... trapped...â you mumbled, nails digging into the stone. âThe doors...canât get outâŚâ
There was no distress in your tone, only a grim acceptance that tugged at something he didnât like deep within him. He dimly spotted tear tracks glistening on your cheeks.
Eerily beautiful.
Before he could take another step, a figure emerged from the shadows. Mihawk moved with his usual grace, his gaze fixed on you with a softness Zoro hadnât known the warlord was capable of.
Zoro froze, watching as Mihawk reached out and placed a hand over yours, stopping the mindless digging of your fingers. âYouâre safe,â Mihawkâs voice was a low murmur, soothing. âNo one can harm you here.â
You didnât turn to Mihawk, your eyes still unfocused, far away. âBut... Father... the doors...â
âHush, now,â Mihawk whispered, his tone softening further. âIâm here. There are no locked doors.â
You seemed to relax in his hold. âFather,â you stumbled, and Mihawk settled you. âFatherâll be angry.â Your voice was so quiet he barely heard the last few words.
The warlordâs stare caught Zoroâs eyes, and he flinched under the coldness of the amber gaze. âFatherâs not here,â Mihawkâs tone was tender, a sharp contrast to the expression on his features.
He should not care. Really should not care.
He watched as Mihawk picked you up effortlessly, as your face buried itself in his coat.
âForget what youâve seen, Roronoa,â Mihawk said as he passed him.
Forget, huh?
Yes, he could do that. It didnât matter. He didnât care.
Or at least, he tried to convince himself he didnât.
"You've started wandering again," Mihawk's voice, calm and measured, cut through the stillness as he strode into the dining room.
You winced, pausing mid-bite. The weariness from your restless nights was evident in the dark circles under your eyes, a testament to the strain you were under.
"I am aware," you replied, your words tinged with frustration, each syllable a sharp edge against the tranquility of the early morning hour.
He observed you silently for a moment, his gaze inscrutable, a flicker of concern hidden deep within his amber stare. "It's becoming a problem," he said finally, his tone devoid of accusation, merely stating a fact that hung heavily between you.
You brought the piece of bread back to your lips, chewing with a slight annoyance, not tasting the buttery jam as you watched him pull out a chair and sit down across from you. The quiet scrape against the floor felt unnaturally loud in the otherwise silent room.
You sighed, the weight of his stare pressing down on you, an invisible burden that seemed to grow heavier with each passing second. "As I said, I am aware it has," you muttered, the depths of your voice trembling almost imperceptibly, a crack in your usually composed facade.
Mihawk's sharp eyes missed nothing. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, his posture uncharacteristically relaxed. "You need rest," he said, his tone softer now, gentle. "This can't continue."
You looked down, avoiding his penetrating gaze. "Itâll pass," the vulnerability in your voice betraying how close you were to crumbling. âYou know it always does.â The words felt heavy, laden with the exhaustion that had settled deep in your bones, making every night a battle you seemed destined to lose.
Mihawk's stance eased a little at your answer. "It seems our guest has also been following you on your nightly escapades,â he added, almost as though it was an afterthought.
Your gaze snapped back to him at that, a slow, satisfied smile spreading on your lips. âHas he?â you cooed with sudden interest. âAnd here I thought our little swordsman was trying to avoid me.â
A flicker of amusement danced in Mihawkâs eyes, though it was fleeting. "It seems you have a way of captivating even the most unwilling participants," he replied, his tone light yet laced with an underlying seriousness.
You leaned back in your chair, a smirk playing on your lips. "Oh, Iâm well aware of that," you said, the confidence in your voice masking the exhaustion that still clung to you.
Mihawk raised an eyebrow, leaning back as well. âI would appreciate it if you stopped distracting my student.â
You were about to say something clever, maybe a little provocative when the sound of arguing made the words disappear on your tongue.
âAre you dense or something?â Perona's sharp screech sliced through the air, her annoyance palpable as she directed her scolding at Zoro. âWeâre in this room three times a day, minimum. How is it possible you still donât know your way around?â
Zoro shot her a sidelong glance, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. âI made it here, didnât I?â
Perona rolled her eyes dramatically, her exasperation evident. âBarely. It took us over an hour. For someone who supposedly helped defeat Moria-sama, your sense of direction is abysmal.â
Zoro scowled at Perona, the frustration clear in the tightness of his jaw. âI didnât ask for your help,â he muttered, throwing himself in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest defensively.
Perona huffed, her hands on her hips. âWell, you should. If you keep wandering around like this, youâll never make it to the dining room in time for breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner.â
The tension between them was almost tangible, and you couldnât help but chuckle at their bickering. âNow, now,â you interjected smoothly, a playful glint in your eyes. âLeave him alone, Perona. Itâs not every day someone manages to get lost in a straight corridor.â
âIt is quite the miracle you ever make it to training,â Mihawk added.
Zoroâs scowl deepened, his pride clearly bruised by the collective teasing. âI didnât ask for your commentary either,â he grumbled, the frustration evident in his voice.
You smiled sweetly, leaning back in your chair. âJust trying to help,â you said, feigning innocence. âYou seemed to be having a rough time, little swordsman.â
His jaw twitched visibly. âIâm not little,â he muttered through gritted teeth.
You laughed.
Zoro's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles screaming in protest, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth more intense with each exhale. He tried to ready himself, tightening his grip on his swords, bracing for the onslaught he knew was coming. Mihawkâs eyes bore into him. Sharp. Calculating.
âAgain,â Mihawkâs voice cut through the air, cold and unyielding.
Zoro barely had time to raise his blades before Mihawk was upon him, his strikes swift and merciless. Each clash of their swords reverberated through Zoroâs bones, the sheer force of Mihawkâs blows driving him back, step by agonizing step.
He tried to focus, tried to find an opening, but Mihawkâs movements were a blur, a dance of deadly precision that left Zoro scrambling to keep up. His vision wavered, the edges of his sight tinged with red. Was he hallucinating? The warlordâs strikes seemed more brutal than usual, each one carrying a weight that threatened to crush Zoroâs spirit.
âIs this all youâve got, Roronoa?â Mihawkâs evident boredom was a dagger to Zoroâs pride. âYouâll never defeat me with such feeble attempts.â
Gritting his teeth, Zoro pushed forward, his swords a whirlwind of steel. But no matter how fiercely he attacked, Mihawk was always one step ahead, his defenses impenetrable. Zoroâs frustration mounted with each failed attempt, his body growing heavier with every passing moment.
Sweat dripped from Zoroâs brow, mixing with the blood that trickled from a cut above his eye. His grip on his swords faltered for a split second, and Mihawk seized the opportunity, disarming him with a single, decisive strike. Zoroâs swords clattered to the ground, and he fell to one knee, gasping for breath.
âGet up,â Mihawk ordered, his voice devoid of sympathy. âYouâre not done yet.â
Zoroâs vision swam, the trees and the sky spinning around him. He reached for his swords, his hands trembling. His muscles screamed in protest, but he forced himself to stand, to face Mihawk once more.
âAgain,â Mihawk said, his tone unwavering.
Zoro lunged forward, his movements fueled by sheer willpower. But Mihawkâs blade met his with a resounding clash, effortlessly deflecting his attacks. Each strike sent shockwaves through Zoroâs body, his limbs growing heavier, his breaths more labored.
âYouâre slow,â Mihawk taunted, his eyes cold and unfeeling. âPredictable.â
Zoroâs frustration reached a boiling point. With a roar, he unleashed a flurry of attacks, his swords moving with lightning speed. But it was a hopeless struggle, the warlord's swordsmanship was flawless. He parried with ease, his expression never wavering, not a drop of sweat or dirt marring his skin.
His vision blurred further as exhaustion and pain took their toll. He could barely keep his grip on his swords. He stumbled, his legs buckling beneath him, and Mihawkâs blade was there, waiting, knocking him to the ground with a final, decisive blow.
Zoro lay, his chest heaving, every breath a struggle. He could hear Mihawk's footsteps approaching, each step a reminder of his failure.
âDo you see now, Roronoa?â Mihawkâs voice was calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deeper than any sword. âYou have strength, but you lack control. You have determination, but you lack discipline. Until you learn to master both, you will never defeat me.â
Zoroâs vision darkened, his body refusing to move. He could hear Mihawk walking away, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance.
âGhost girl, patch him up,â Mihawk's command was sharp, the final blow to Zoro's pride.
He lay there long after Perona finished patching him up, watching as the sky shifted from its usual gray to hues of twilight. It was only him and the moon, and even though his mind was swirling with pain and exhaustion it was still a peaceful moment.
With a grunt he sat up, his eyes falling on his swords, still scattered on the ground. Slowly, painfully, he crawled over to them, his fingers wrapping around the familiar hilts. Each movement was agony, but he refused to give in, to let his body dictate his limits.
With unwavering determination he stood up and he brought Wado Ichimonji to his mouth. He got into stance and then⌠then he saw you.
You, tittering on the edge of the balustrade. You, your hair flowing in the cold night wind. You, ethereal under the moonlight.
His breath halted.
For a moment he thought youâd jump and his sword fell from his mouth and he instinctively took a step forward, not that he could do anything from so far away. And his heart both stopped and beat too hard in his ears.
But then you simply backed away and disappeared. Disappeared as though you had only been a hallucination his psyche had conjured out of desperation.
And he cursed himself. Cursed the hold you had on him. Cursed the fact that he was not able to keep you from his mind.
You were always vaguely aware that you were dreaming, but your consciousness never quite allowed you to return to reality. You knew the halls you wandered through were not real, that you were not back in the nightmare of your childhood, and yet the dreams persisted. The walls around you were the same cold, unforgiving stone, the same locked doors and barred windows. There was also a faint awareness that you were sleepwalking, the sensation of your feet against the floor just a little too real for it to be purely a dream.
But the scent of that familiar cologne filled the air, the unmistakable smell making your heart race with fear and anger. It was always there in these dreams, a cruel reminder of the control he had wielded over your life. You wandered aimlessly, your feet carrying you down usual paths, your hands brushing against the rough stone walls.
The memories forever played out in your mind, a loop of pain and helplessness. You could hear his voice, sharp and demanding, as if he were right behind you. You flinched at the phantom sound of his steps, your own quickening as you tried to escape his hold. But no matter how fast you moved, you were always trapped, always locked in this prison of memories.
Your fingers traced the edges of a door, the wood splintered and worn. You tried the handle, knowing it would be locked, but the compulsion to try was too strong. It rattled in your hand, and a grim acceptance overcame you.
Your gaze locked with the one window you knew was never sealed.
It would be so easy.
As you pried the panes open, the cold night air rushed in, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the halls. You felt a momentary sense of freedom, a fleeting respite from the relentless memories that plagued you. The ground below seemed to call to you, promising an escape from the torment.
It would be so, so easy.
You opened your eyes, taking in the sight before you. The wind was freezing on your skin, far colder than the one of your dreams. You were so up high, tittering on the edge of the balustrade. Your gaze met Zoroâs from afar. You watched as the sword in his mouth dropped down. He looked concerned. How adorable. For a moment, you moved your foot, still with half a mind to jump, half a mind to end it all but instead you laughed, rich bitter laughter.
It was the dreams talking. The past, not the present.
You gave a long shaky exhale.
âHave you been following me for long?â you asked Mihawk, whom was hovering right at the edge of the balconyâs door.
âLong enough,â he answered simply. âYou were rather uncooperative tonight.â
You sighed, hopping backwards, back onto the stone floor and turning to face him. âI see,â you dragged on the word. âI apologize for the inconvenience.â
He hummed, following you as you stepped back inside. Your steps instinctually brought you to the cellar and you selected two bottles of wine at random from the top shelf.
âYou should rest,â Mihawk said as he watched you continue to browse. You chose a bottle of port, taking a moment to shift your hold so you could carry all three bottles comfortably.
âIâm going to drink Mihawk.â You strolled past him. âGet entirely wasted, forget for a moment, so while I appreciate you keeping me safe, Iâd also appreciate it if you left me alone for a while.â
Mihawk's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you. His expression softened just a fraction, the concern in his gaze unusually barely hidden.
"Drowning your sorrows in wine won't solve anything," he said, his voice calm but firm.
You laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. "Perhaps not, but it will give me some sort of reprieve," you replied, your tone matching the emptiness you felt inside. "For a few hours at least."
He didn't respond immediately, and you could feel his stare boring into you, weighing his next words carefully. "Very well," he finally said. "Try not to do anything too dumb, Sister.â
You offered him a wry smile. "When have I ever, Brother?" you teased, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
With that, you turned and made your way to one of the salons, the bottles of wine clinking softly with each step.
It seemed to Roronoa Zoro that the only thing in this damned castle he could find, was you. Every corridor he turned down, every hallway he explored, he couldnât for the life of him find his way back to his fucking room. And still, his steps brought him to you.
He paused outside the slightly ajar door to the salon, a soft humming and the flickering warmth of a fire drawing him in. He cursed himself. He couldnât help it. He pushed the door open further and stepped inside.
You were seated by the fireplace, a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other. You looked up as he entered, a wry smile playing on your mouth. âWell, well, if it isnât my little swordsman,â you drawled, raising your glass in a mock toast.
Zoro scowled at the nickname, ignored the urge to snap back. His eyes unwittingly roamed your form. Seared into his mind how the short black silken slip you wore rode dangerously high along the plushness of your thighs, the way your hair framed your face, how your features were unusually relaxed, the tint of wine on your lips, the way one of the straps was sliding lower and lower against your shoulder.
âYou shouldnât drink alone,â he muttered, more to himself than to you.
You raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eyes. âOh? Then you should join me?â You took a sip of your wine, watching him over the rim of your glass.
He huffed, dropping into the chair opposite you. âIâm not here to babysit you,â he said gruffly, but there was an undercurrent of something else in his voice he didnât quite understandâconcern, perhaps?
You leaned back in your chair, studying him with an almost lazy interest. âNo, youâre not. Youâre here because youâre lost, arenât you?â
His jaw clenched, and he looked away, the firelight casting shadows on his face. âYouâre annoying,â he grumbled.
âAnd yet, here you are,â you retorted, pouring another glass of wine and offering it to him. âDrink with me, Zoro. Maybe youâll find me less annoying.â
He eyed the glass warily, his instinct screaming at him that it was a bad idea. But something about your demeanor made it impossible for him to refuse. With a grunt, he took it from your hand, the touch of your fingers against his sending a jolt through his system.
Fuck.
He downed the wine in one gulp, barely tasting the rich flavor as it burned its way down his throat. You watched him with a mix of amusement and curiosity, refilling his glass without a word. Zoro took it, this time sipping more slowly, the alcohol warming him from the inside out.
âItâs been a while, little swordsman. Did you miss me?â
Zoroâs jaw tightened at your question, his grip on the wine glass firm. âMiss you? Hardly,â he retorted, though it lacked the venom he intended. The warmth of the wine and the flickering firelight softened his resolve, making it all the more difficult to maintain his usual gruff exterior.
You chuckled, the sound rich and melodic, filling the room with an odd sense of comfort. âOh, come now. We both know you enjoy our little exchanges. Why else would you be here?â
He huffed, taking another sip of his wine. âAs you said, Iâm lost. This castle is a damned maze.â
You leaned back in your chair, your eyes never leaving his. âIs that so? I hear youâve been keeping me company.â
Surprise flickered on his features which he quickly tried to mask with a scowl. It didnât work though, the slow spreading smile on your lipâs infuriating. âWhy do you always have to be soââ
You laughed and the words died on his tongue.
âSo what? Annoying? Vexing? Overdramatic? Theatrical?â you listed off each word with exaggerated flair. Your laughter bubbling up again as his scowl deepened.
In a languid movement you got up and he downed the glass in his hands in a desperate attempt to quiet his beating heart.
âOh I know!â You continued, your fingers slowly brushing against his shoulder. âSanctimonious? Maddening? Irking?â
You knew this was a bad idea. You knew you had a little too much alcohol flowing through your veins for you to make sensible decisions and by the way heâd just downed the entirety of the almost overflowing glass youâd poured him so did he. But you wanted to play. You needed to play. Your boredom craved to be satiated and Roronoa Zoro was the perfect little plaything to satiate its incessant demands.
He was so pretty struggling like that, the challenge in his steely gaze intoxicating.
Despite the haze of alcohol, you remained keenly aware, attuned to the signals he might give were he to choose to stop you. You doubted he would, however. No, he would not. If you were reading him well, and you knew how easily you could read him, he wanted thisâŚperhaps even more than you.
He was so pretty struggling like that, his body held taut, desperately restraining himself.
The way his gaze fixated on you spoke volumes, clouded with a raw intensity that could only be interpreted as desire. As you continued to speak, your words tumbling out in a provocative stream, you wondered if he truly comprehended any of it. His attention seemed consumed by something primal, a hunger that mirrored your own need for amusement.
He was so pretty struggling like that, entirely lost to the allure of lust.
Drawing closer, you abandoned decorum, slowly you pressed your knee between his legs. You leaned in close, your lips almost touching his earrings, your hand finding balance over the backrest of his chair.
âYouâre so easy to rile up, Roronoa Zoro,â you whispered, your breath grazing his skin.
The only thing you seemed to like more than fine wine and messing with him was the sound of your own fucking voice. Fuck. You were so pretty taunting him like that. So pretty, so pretty, so pretty. He needed you to shut up or heâd do something heâd regret.
Zoro gritted his teeth, his pulse quickening as your words echoed in his mind, yet remained unregistered. Each of your smiles, every playful insult, all of your fleeting touches, only served to ignite the simmering frustration within him.
You were close now, hovering over his seat, the smell of amber and cinnamon filling his every senses.
"You're so easy to rile up, Roronoa Zoro," your voice had a lilting quality, a teasing edge that drove him to the brink. You leaned in closer, your knee slotting between his, your hand finding balance on the backrest over his shoulder, your breath warm against his ear. "Maybe one day, you'll actually do something about it."
You were playing with fire and you both knew it. But as your gaze locked with his and he registered the mischievous glint in yours, it became evident to him that you were exactly aware of what you were doing and that you clearly didnât care.
Zoro's fists clenched at his sides, fingers digging into the wooden armrests until his knuckles went white and his nails left crescent marks. The muscles in his jaw worked overtime to keep his composure. Damn you and your games. He wanted to walk away, to distance himself from your intoxicating presence, but he found he was rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away from you.
Your lips moved but he didnât hear anything.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice an imperceptible growl. "So beautiful.â The words were so low they were lost in the air between you.
You may not have heard the words but youâd definitely read them on his lips. He cursed himself, cursed that heâd slipped up. He expected you to taunt him further, say something clever, but instead, you laughed, the sound like a bell chiming, and it drove him to the edge.
His self-control was fraying, unraveling with each passing second. He could feel the heat rising in him, a primal urge to close the distance between you, to capture those taunting lips with his own and silence you in the only way he knew how. His pulse pounded in his ears, his breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts.
âItâs been so long since weâve played together.â Your hand traveled from the backrest to his bandaged chest, sliding down and dangerously close to the waistband of his pants then to his thighs.
You dropped to your knees, pushing his apart, settling yourself as though it was your rightful place. Your hands went up and down his thighs, then your nails dug in hard in the leather as they roamed back up one last time, closer and closer to his crotch, finding the laces at his waist.
âHow about I thank you for entertaining me tonight?â You cooed, pulling absentmindedly at the cords, your cheek resting on his tensing thigh as you gazed up at him through your lashes.
Zoro's breath hitched, the sight of you between his legs nearly undoing him. Your touch, your voice, your proximityâit was all too much, yet not enough. He watched, mesmerized, as you slowly worked at the laces of his pants, your eyes never leaving his. The smirk on your lips was a promise of the wicked intentions you harbored, and he could feel his resolve crumbling under the weight of his own desire.
The alcohol dulled the edges of his restraint, making his mind fuzzy and his body hyper-aware of every movement, every touch. Your fingers brushed against his skin, and he shivered, a low growl catching at the back of his throat. "You're playing a dangerous game," he managed to rasp out, his voice strained with the effort to maintain control.
You tilted your head, your cheek pressing further against his thigh as you looked up at him with a mixture of mischief and defiance. "Is that so?" you murmured, your tone dripping with faux innocence.
With a swift, deliberate motion, you loosened the last of the laces, your fingers grazing his heated skin, riskily close to his crotch. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he sucked in a breath, his body responding instinctively to your touch. His hands, which had been gripping the armrests, moved to your shoulders, his fingers digging into your flesh as if to anchor his sanity in reality.
"Stop," he said, but the word lacked conviction. It was a weak attempt to assert control, to regain the upper hand, but the truth was, he was losing himself in you. In this moment, your touch, your presence, was a drug he couldn't resist.
You chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through him. "Are you sure?" you asked, your voice low and sultry. You tugged at his waistband, and his breath came out in a harsh exhale. Your fingers slid beneath the fabric, teasing, exploring, never quite where he needed them to go. His head fell back, eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensation. âIâll stop if you really want me to, little swordsman.â
Your breath was warm against his skin as you leaned in, your lips brushing his abdomen in feather light touches. The tension was unbearable, the hunger overwhelming, and he knew he was on the verge of breaking.
You sensed it too, your grin widening as you watched him struggle.
"Fuck, woman," he muttered, his voice a gravelly whisper. He opened his eyes, looking down at you with a mixture of frustration and raw, unbridled lust. His hand moved from your shoulder to your hair, tangling in the strands as he pulled you closer, the intensity of his need overwhelming any remnants of hesitation. âFuck.â
You smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that told him you knew exactly what he meant. "Good," you purred, your hand moving with a practiced ease that made his pulse race. "Now let me thank you properly." You finally dragged his aching cock out of his pants.
You ran a finger along the underside, your breath hot against his tip. âAlready?â You teased, gathering a bead of precum and bringing it to your lips. âI havenât even started yet.â
You held his gaze as you brought your tongue to him, licking a slow thick stripe before giving his tip a soft kiss. His response was a guttural sound, half-growl, half-moan. You deftly slipped the straps of your slip down, revealing your chest, your fingers playing with your erect nipples.
"Fuck," he muttered again, his voice barely more than a whisper. His eyes were captivated by the show you gave him but as a small mewl escaped your lips, his gaze met yours once more, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was only you and him, locked in this dance of lust and power.
As you moved to take him into your mouth, he let out a low, shuddering breath, his entire being falling back against the chair. The sensation was overwhelming, a combination of pleasure and torment that left him gasping for air. He could feel his control slipping, the tight leash he kept on his desires fraying with every passing second.
"Please," he whispered, the word escaping him before he could stop it. It was a plea, a surrender, a desperate acknowledgment that he was at your mercy.
You paused, looking up at him with triumph in your eyes. "That's more like it," you murmured, your voice a sultry purr.
His hand twitched at that, his fingers itching to grab harder, to pull you closer and control this tortuous game. But he held back, a war raging within him. He ached for your touch, but he would be damned if he gave you the satisfaction of seeing him lose control any further.
You, however, feasted on the desperation in his gaze, drank in every shaky moan escaping his lips as yours wrapped around his length. You wanted to hear more, craved to hear him beg. You hollowed out your cheeks and he almost bucked under you.
Adorable.
You took more of him, your nose nearly finding the patch of green hair at his base. His lids fluttered shut in pleasure. That wouldnât do. You needed to see him unravel. You backed a little before taking him again, one of your hands traveled between your thighs and you moaned around him. His eyes snapped open as the sound hit his ears, as he felt the vibrations around him and the unbridled lust that broke on his features was the sweetest of victory.
In this moment, he was yours. You held all the power of the world over him. He was lost and you were his guiding star.
His fingers tightened their hold in your hair, his thighs trembled at your sides. You moaned around him again and again. The taste of him, the feel of him against your tongue, was intoxicating, and you reveled in the way he shuddered beneath your touch.
You slowed back down for a moment, savoring every sound he made, each little reaction but as his grip tightened and his hips bucked, you increased your pace, taking him deeper, faster, harder.
His breathing grew ragged, moans filling the room as you brought him closer to the edge. He was lost in ecstasy, the pleasure overwhelming, and you knew he couldn't hold back much longer.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice a desperate growl. "I'm gonnaâ"
You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his as you stroked him with your hand, your mouth still teasing the sensitive head. "Do it," you whispered, your voice filled with anticipation. "I want to taste you."
With a final, shuddering groan, Zoro gave in to the pleasure, his release hitting your tongue. You took him in, savoring the taste, the feel of him pulsing in your mouth, and you didn't stop until he was spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
His seed was hot in your mouth. You smirked as you snaked your way up, straddling him with ease. You traced his jaw then his lips, prying them open gently. Your hair formed a curtain around you as you leaned closer, your lips almost upon his.
You let his cum dribble out of your mouth and into his, lust thick in your gaze as your fingers mixed the milky white with his spit. His eyes never left yours, something akin to reverence merging with the haze of release swirling in them. You absentmindedly grasped for the bottle of port at your side and brought it to your lips. As you savored the rich sweetness, you pushed further almost choking him and he groaned and you delighted in the hold you held over him.
You put back the bottle, craving for his touch. Your hand reached for his, dragging it along your outer thigh, then to your core, letting him feel how wet you were. âItâs a shame you came so fast, little swordsman,â you moaned as his fingers gathered your slick. You had half a mind to pursue your own rapture but instead you continued to guide his hand up, pressing it harder against the softness of your breast, to your cheek. âWe could have had so much more fun,â you teased as your reddened lips wrapped along his slick digits.
You let them go with a pop and moved in closer still. Your tongue met his lower lip, then your teeth and through your grin you nipped at the soft flesh. Your lips finally found his, and your tongues swirled together, the taste of both your arousals mixing with the sweetness of the port wine.
Zoro's senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of your taste and touch. The coldness of your spit on his fingers, the softness of your breasts beneath his hold, and the way your lips and tongue moved against hisâall of it combined to create a maelstrom of desire that left him breathless and yearning for more.
He groaned into your mouth, his hand traveling to your waist, somehow pulling you closer. The heat between you was palpable, your bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desperation. His hands dug into your flesh, knotted into fine silk, the ache to claim you, to make you his, growing stronger with every passing second.
You let out a moan, which he drank in with intensity. It was intoxicating, it made the world disappear, ecstasy flowed through his veins. He rolled his hips under you and you let out another one, needy and muffled against his lips and he reveled in it. His fingers traveled under your slip, seeking your skin, tracing your spine, tugging you into him.
"You're driving me crazy," he murmured against you, his voice rough with lust.
You smiled, your eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction. âGood,â you said as you slipped away, leaving him stranded in the heat of his desire. âI like being in your thoughts.â
Your hands met his, and you dragged them away from you. You touched his cheek tenderly before pulling up the fallen straps of your slip and smoothing down the thin fabric. With slow deliberate steps you made your way to the door. You looked back at him, delighting in his confusion.
Adorable.
âThank you for playing with me, little swordsman,â you giggled, disappearing into the corridor. âCome and find me, if you want to play again,â you called out.
And just like that you left him in a haze of bewilderment and wild desire. His ragged breath slowly tamed and the heat of your presence dissipated so quickly he almost thought it had all been a hallucination. With a shaky hand, he reached for one of the bottles on the side table, not caring as he brought it to his lips.
Port wine. He scowled as the liquid hit his tongue. Heâd never been a fan of port. It was too sweet. Too rich. Too expensive. But in this moment, it was intoxicating.
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angel chapter five // stepping away
a/n : so i may have lied, this oneâs another short one⌠also i know jonas resigned but i write this before he did and im to lazy to change it.
warnings : cancer, cancer treatment, side effects, still a fluffy chapter though.
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Angelâs treatments, though showing promise, still left her weak and vulnerable, and there were many days when Leah could see how much her little girl needed her. It wasnât just about the medical appointments and treatmentsâit was about the quiet moments in between, when Angel would wake up from a restless sleep and reach out for her motherâs comforting touch, or the times when she would ask Leah to sit beside her just so she wouldnât feel alone.
Leah had missed a few training sessions recently, and though her teammates were understanding, Leah could see the strain it was placing on the team. The club had been nothing but supportive, but there was a growing realization within Leah that something needed to change. She couldnât keep splitting herself between the demands of football and the needs of her daughter, not when Angelâs fight was still so precarious.
The moment of clarity came one afternoon as Leah sat in the hospital room, holding Angelâs hand as her daughter slept. The beeping of the monitors filled the silence, a constant reminder of their reality. Leah stared at her daughterâs pale face, at the way her once-vibrant hair had thinned and how fragile she looked lying there. The thought of being away from her, even for a few hours of training, filled Leah with a deep sense of unease.
It was time. She knew what she needed to do.
The next day, Leah called a meeting with the club. Sitting across from Jonas and the management team, she took a deep breath. âI need to step away from football for a while,â she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. âI want to be with Angel. I need to be there for her.â
Jonas leaned forward, his expression compassionate and understanding. âWe completely understand, Leah. Your family comes first, and weâll support you in whatever you need.â
Leah nodded, relief washing over her but also a pang of sadness. She had dedicated so much of her life to this sport, to this club. Walking away, even temporarily, felt like leaving a piece of herself behind. But when she thought of Angelâher daughterâs small hand clasped in hers, her soft voice asking if Leah would be there when she woke upâit wasnât even a choice. It was the only thing she could do.
Leah informed the rest of the team after training that day. The news was met with a wave of emotion, and as her teammates surrounded her, Leah could feel the love and support in every embrace, in every quiet word of encouragement. Lia pulled her aside, her eyes shining with understanding. âWeâre all here for you,â she said. âAnd when youâre ready, weâll be here waiting.â
The next morning, Leah woke up knowing that football was no longer part of her daily routine. There was no training to get to, no tactics to think about, no upcoming matches to prepare for. It felt strange, disorienting even, to be without the structure that had defined her life for so long. But as she glanced over at Angel, still sleeping soundly beside her, Leah was reassured that she had made the right choice.
Their days settled into a new kind of routine. Leah became fully immersed in Angelâs worldâsitting through long hours of chemotherapy, reading countless books to pass the time, and finding little ways to make each day feel special, even if it was something as simple as a board game or a coloring session. She learned to treasure the moments when Angelâs energy returned, however fleeting they were, and to be present in the quiet, difficult times when all she could do was hold her daughterâs hand and let her know she wasnât alone.
Angelâs condition continued to fluctuate. There were days when she seemed to be getting stronger, her smile more frequent and her laughter more like it used to be. But there were also setbacksâunexpected fevers, side effects from the treatments, and nights when her pain seemed unmanageable. Leah remained a constant source of comfort, her presence giving Angel the strength to face each day, no matter how hard it was.
Despite stepping away from the pitch, Leah couldnât completely shut football out of her life. The Arsenal team kept in close contact, sending messages and video calls, making sure she knew they hadnât forgotten about her or Angel. On match days, they wore âAngelâ armbands in her honor, and the club organized fundraisers for childhood cancer research. It was a reminder that the Arsenal family was still very much a part of their journey, even from a distance.
One evening, as Leah and Angel sat together in the hospital room, the little girl looked up at her mother with wide, curious eyes. âMummy, why arenât you playing football anymore?â she asked. âDonât you miss it?â
Leahâs heart ached at the question. She thought about all the times she had taken to the pitch, the adrenaline of game day, the roar of the crowd, the feeling of being part of something bigger than herself. But then she looked at Angel, and her daughterâs tired but hopeful face reminded her why she had made the choice.
âI do miss it,â Leah admitted, her voice soft. âBut right now, youâre the most important thing in the world to me. Football will always be there, but I want to be with you while youâre getting better.â
Angel seemed to ponder this for a moment, then nodded. âOkay,â she said, a small smile forming on her lips. âBut youâll go back one day, right?â
Leah nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from Angelâs forehead. âOne day,â she agreed. âWhen youâre all better, weâll go back together.â
The days that followed were a mix of quiet resilience and unexpected joys. Though Leah wasnât on the pitch, she felt more connected to her daughter than ever before. They created their own little worldâone where they painted pictures of football matches, watched old Arsenal games on TV, and even kicked a small foam ball around the hospital room on Angelâs good days. It wasnât the life Leah had planned, but it was a life filled with love, and that was all that mattered.
And slowly, Leah began to notice a change in herself too. Being with Angel day in and day out, she found a new kind of strength, one that didnât come from physical training or mental toughness, but from the unconditional love she felt for her daughter. She learned that sometimes, the bravest thing you could do was simply be presentâto sit in the discomfort, the uncertainty, and the fear, and still find a way to see the light.
One quiet afternoon, as they sat together coloring a picture of the Emirates Stadium, Leah looked over at her daughter and saw a glimmer of the little girl she had been before all this beganâcheeky and full of dreams. Angel caught her motherâs gaze and tilted her head. âWhat is it, Mummy?â she asked, her blue eyes twinkling.
Leah smiled, feeling a swell of hope she hadnât dared to acknowledge before. âI was just thinking,â she said softly, âabout how strong you are. Youâre the bravest person I know.â
Angelâs smile grew, and she took her motherâs hand, squeezing it gently. âThatâs because I have you,â she whispered.
Leah felt tears prick her eyes, but they were different this timeâmore hopeful than sad. She knew the road ahead was still uncertain, still full of challenges. But for now, they had each other, and that was enough.
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Chapter 15
Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; Suicidal ideation; Allusions to necrophilia; Sexual themes A/N: Donât get too settled! Things will be shaken up in some heavy, heavy ways in the next few chapters. Also, my edit button isnât working so I canât fix anything once this is posted. Just ignore errors and pretend I know what Iâm doing.
Daryl lifted the pistol with one hand, firing off a shot with practiced precision to effortlessly hit the targetâ a can on top of an empty water barrel âsome distance away.Â
âYou⌠didnât even aim.â You stated timidly, your shoulders tensed and trembling close to your ears. Your target, another empty can, was significantly closer but still an intimidating distance away.Â
âYeah, I did. Jusâ been doinâ it fer sâ long that sâquick. Know what ta do without really thinkinâ âbout it.â He lowered his weapon and placed it in the holster at his hip, coming to stand just behind you. You had been practicing aiming for several days, even choosing to stay out after Daryl had left to complete other tasks. You had found that he was keeping an eye on you, hovering without suffocating you.Â
Things had changed since he had been sick. Drastically, in your opinion. It was like a switch flipped in both of you. He communicated with a certain ease now, the way you had witnessed him speak with Carol. Still a man of few words unless they were required, but less closed off than before.Â
Any apprehension you had around him had dissipated entirely. You were comfortable and felt a warm safety under his watchful eye. Even when you couldnât see him, you knew he was there.Â
You had taken to sleeping on the mattress with him. The both of you were careful to keep space between your bodies, a boundary not so willingly crossed. He usually slept with his back to you, but you opened your eyes nearly every morning to see him rising from his side, facing you.Â
Your relationship with Carol was healing, bit by bit. Just that very morning, you had shown up to help her with breakfast. Silence remained throughout. You began stirring the oats while she chopped berries, taking a moment to look at one another with small smiles that said more than words ever could.Â
âDonâ look at what yer shootinâ at.â Daryl stepped up beside you and tapped the rear sight of the gun. âLine âer up nâ then look here. Ya can still see the can, jusâ a lilâ blurry now.â The archer took a step back and crossed his arms, eyes narrowed while studying your form. You were trembling, not only with anticipation but with nervousness. You wanted to do well. You had been practicing diligently, already embarrassed that he was reminding you how to aim properly. You smiled when you saw him nod his approval from the corner of your eye. âWhenever yer ready.â
You inhaled deeply, not focusing on the drumming of your heart or the noises of the prison around you. You let your sole focus simmer down to the weight of the gun, the slack you could feel in the trigger as you began to squeeze it. The target was indeed blurry beyond the sight but you could still see it. The can expanded and twisted into the face of Big Jazz, his cruel laughter echoing as you felt the first traces of resistance.Â
Daryl had warned you about recoil, so the kickback of the weapon startled you very little. You were too focused on the target. He had instructed you to keep the gun steady even after firing so that you didnât pull it back too early and alter the trajectory of the bullet. There was a loud clink when the projectile made contact, clipping the can on the top right, sending it soaring.Â
You stared at it in wonder, the pride you felt beginning as a low buzz just below your sternum. Then you were beaming, lowering the weapon to turn your smile on Daryl, finding the man already smirking back at you. âI did it!â The calm in your voice betrayed the absolute thrill sparkling in your eyes.Â
He watched you curiously. You had been spending so much time dedicated to practicing the things he would teach, soaking up the information like a sponge and immediately. You never complained that he put you through the motions and wouldnât let you try live rounds from the get go.Â
You actually never complained about anything.
You always smiled, albeit small and unsure, when you picked up your meals. You always offered a word or two of gratitude, putting forth so much effort toward acclimating yourself into the little community. You did the chores, no matter how tedious or exhausting. In between everything, you scurried off to practice on your own.Â
After all youâd been through, you were blossoming into something heâd never expected. Which only added fuel to the fire of his infatuation with you.Â
He was struggling to say the least, hoping to every deity that he was hiding it well. Every touch set his skin on fire. Every glance made the butterflies in his stomach do gymnastics. The urge to run from you, however, was strongly outweighed by the desire to be close to you. You needed to be safe. Even Daryl knew that it went far beyond his feelings of responsibility at this point.Â
âYer a natural.â His smile fell away as you ran at him, throwing your arms around his neck. The embrace was the reason his cheeks flushed but the real problem was still nestled in your tight grip. âWhoa, whoa, whoa! How âbout ya, uh, put on the safety âfore ya come runninâ at me, huh?â He was unwinding your limbs, handling your gun-wielding arm with extra care.Â
You pulled back with a grin that made his heart flutter. âI did.â
He blinked at you, caught off guard when you held the gun sideways to show that you actually had, at some point between firing the shot and throwing yourself against him, flicked on the safety.Â
After the initial surprise wore off, he snorted slightly. âIâll be damned. Good girl.â The words were out of his mouth before his brain caught up. His face grew impossibly warmer, but his heart dropped when he saw the expression you wore. Almost a look of fear. One that made sense almost immediately. He had meant it as a compliment but it was something you most definitely heard during less than pleasant experiences.Â
âSorry.â You dropped your gaze, that submissive stance he hadnât seen in a while returning with such intensity that he found his hand reaching out, fingers tapping gently beneath your chin. You were slow to oblige, which was an improvement from your once instant desire to obey.Â
âShouldnâa said it like thaâ.â Daryl dropped his hand to his side, too focused on how heâd just made you feel to dwell on the tingle in his fingertips from the brief feel of your skin. âMeant it asâŚwell, uh, mâ proudâa ya.â
The discomfort faded from your face almost immediately. âThank you, Daryl.â Your teeth teased your bottom lip in front of an almost bashful smile. When he noticed the way you were bouncing on the balls of your feet, he sighed with a dramatic roll of his eyes.Â
âGâon nâ tell Carol.â You took off, your boots sliding in the gravel and almost toppling you over, but you managed to stay on your feet, tucking your handgun into the waistband of your jeans on the way up the hill.Â
Daryl didnât even realize he was smiling until he noticed movement from the corner of his eye, turning to find Rick watching him curiously. The frown was instantaneous. âWhat?â He snapped.Â
Rick failed exponentially at covering his grin but held up his hands in surrender. âNothing.â The archer didnât like the way the other man laughed as he turned away.Â
Carol nodded enthusiastically with an amused smile as you carried on about your successful first shot, not daring to interrupt you. She was just elated that you had come to her willingly with your excitement and that your voice was still strong and even louder than youâd ever before shown.Â
âGood job!â She cheered, holding out her hand for a high five. You actually jumped when delivering the request, bringing laughter bubbling out of her throat. Rick had approached and was listening in toward the end, engaging you in conversation about the experience once you had finished telling Carol.Â
As you talked with the former deputy, she watched you, only noticing small signs of discomfort in your body language. You were healing. Little by little, you were feeling more confident. You smiled freely and frequently. You laughed. You were eager to learn. It was such a beautiful thing in a not so pretty world. It was like watching her own story, different players and scenes with the same underlying theme.Â
âHey.â Daryl nudged her with his elbow. Carol looked up at him, standing beside her with his arms crossed and a stick of cinnamon between his lips. His blue eyes were trained right on you.Â
âGood job, Pookie.â She laughed when his lip curled, his elbow bumping her arm a second time.Â
âWhaddaya mean?â The archer inquired, rolling the cylinder between his teeth. Carol only slightly refrained from rolling her eyes.Â
âLook at her. Thatâs all you.â She nodded toward where Rick was intently listening to you explain what Daryl had taught you, as if the man had never seen a firearm in his life. The silver-haired woman observed her friend from the corner of her eye. The bowman had a different air about him when he looked at you, even if he tried like hell to hide it. Responsibility, my ass.Â
âSâall her. I jusâ watch.â He shrugged.Â
âI bet you do.â She said smugly, leaving him standing there with an exasperated expression that was just as much telling as it wasnât.Â
Daryl had to go on a run. He had left you with Carol, under very strict orders not to move from the womanâs side. You didnât like seeing Daryl upset or stressed, and he always seemed to be both when called away from the prison for hunting or scavenging. It was obvious to even you that he didnât like to leave you behind.Â
âKeep practicinâ. When I think ya can handle yerself, ya can go with me.â
So thatâs what you did. Everyday. You would help with the chores that kept things running smoothly and in between, you would practice. Except the days Daryl was gone. Those days, you were Carolâs shadow. She was well aware of why and never complained. Though she couldnât make time for you to improve shooting, she would take you with her to clear the fences.
That particular day, you had ended up soaked in dark blood and brain matter. You were obviously repulsed by the mess but dropping the walkers didnât really bother you anymore. There was still a respectable amount of fear when facing a corpse but it was no longer debilitating.Â
Once inside the safety of the prison, you split from your chaperone and headed straight for the showers. Most of the community didnât shower daily, understanding the need to conserve water. You were different. Rick gave the okay for your daily washes, knowing your history and why it was imperative for you to end the day feeling clean. Feeling new and untouched. Unsullied.Â
You always made them fast but thorough. The darkness that surrounded you there was suffocating, even with your lantern. It never failed to overwhelm you with the paranoia that some sleaze was waiting in the shadows to take you back to Big Jazz. It was the same song and dance each time, without fail.Â
Hair still damp, you rubbed at it with the towel on the way back to the perch. The sun had already dipped behind the trees, leaving you certain that Daryl would be waiting for you. So when you reached the top step to find the space unoccupied, you grew nervous. Not only for the archerâs safety but for the fear of being left alone once the last shreds of light gave way to the faint luminescence of the moon.Â
Biting at your nails, you sat down on the mattress and laid out one of Darylâs handkerchiefs. Cleaning your gun gave you practice while occupying your mind. You knew from experience that being left alone with your thoughts was dangerous.Â
During your isolation at the club, you idealized ways to end your suffering. That only led to wondering what would become of your body. Back then, your knowledge of walkers was limited. And you knew that Todd had sold some of the other bodies to clientele and what those men were doing when they didnât need your services for a while. The thought of what would happen after your death was almost as daunting as what was happening while you were living and breathing.Â
Except you had this hope that, while you still lived, you might come to know someone. Someone that would miss you if you died.
Along came Daryl.Â
He was your savior in every sense of the word. He delivered you from the hell in which you were trapped. He brought you to a place of relative safety, despite the dangers that could infiltrate. He was teaching you and protecting you.Â
He had finally begun to drop his walls. He treated you like a person. He could still be abrasive but the moments had grown fewer and farther in between. He was ruggedly handsome with kind eyes and a nice smile when he would show it. It wasnât often that his lips dared venture past a smirk. You liked his lips.Â
You dropped the clip when trying to return it to the gun, blinking at the pieces with wide eyes. You were supposed to be distracted from thinking, not swooning over a man who was as emotionally available as a thumbtack. Sure, Daryl was kind but you noticed he never spared any of the women a second glance.Â
They sure spared him several.Â
There was a smoldering heat somewhere in your chest when you thought of how the other females would eye the man as he passed them. The sensation was vaguely familiar, a piece of your pre-enslaved self prodded at whatever cage your subconscious had trapped it inside. You couldnât exactly name it, but you were well aware that you didnât like it.Â
With an annoyed huff, you glanced up toward the high windows. It was well past nightfall and the group had still not returned. This had never happened before and if you were completely honest, you were scared. The shadows were forgotten, every threat your mind could create was shot down by the vivid scenarios of what could have happened to Daryl. The final image your brain shoved to the forefront was enough to bring tears to your eyes.Â
Daryl as a walker at the fence.Â
âNo, no, no.â You chanted, shoving yourself to your feet. You kept repeating the word all the way to the door of Carolâs cell. You didnât tap on the bars or call out to her. The curtain was roughly shoved aside and you barged in with no still tumbling from your lips.Â
âY/N? Hey, whatâs wrong?â She had already pulled you into her arms, shushing you and stroking your hair.Â
âHeâs not coming back, is he? Itâs after dark. Daryl said nights are dangerous. Heâs not coming back, Carol. Heâs not coming back.â You sobbed against her. You had finally managed to find something good in this world. Someone good. The fear of that being stripped away from you was almost too much to bear.Â
âNo, no. Honey, listen. They were probably just held up. It doesnât meanââ She seemed to understand the moment that your legs gave out and followed you to the floor, still holding you tightly against her. âY/N, everythingâs okay.â
âItâs not okay! Heâs not coming back!â Your voice was slowly rising, panic taking hold in a familiar way that you never again wanted to feel. âHeâs not coming back! He left me and heâs not coming back!â
âWho ainât cominâ back?â
Your head snapped to the doorway so fast that your neck twinged in protest.
Daryl was bruised, bloody, and more than a little dirty but he was there.Â
âWho ainâtâ oomf!âÂ
You hit his chest with enough force to stagger him toward the railing, his heartrate spiking from the fear that you both might topple over it. âWhy werenât you here?! You canât leave me, Daryl! You canât go!â
The archer was staring helplessly at Carol, admittedly unsure of what the hell he was supposed to do. She only gave him a gentle smile and stood, walking to the door of her cell and pulling the sheet closed. He could not suppress the glare that the doorway received.Â
He then turned his attention to the bundle of you currently holding so tightly to the shirt beneath his vest that he heard some part of it tear. Hug you. He should hug you. That was logical.Â
âHey.â Daryl said softly, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed your back. âMâright here.â Your sobs didnât seem to quiet in the slightest, surely alerting everyone else in the prison. Hopefully they werenât asleep yet. âY/N. Mâhere. Ainât goinâ nowhere.â His brow furrowed when he noticed how hard you were trembling. When words were continuing to fail him, he settled with just holding you.Â
It felt like hours of listening to you cry, the vice around his heart tightening until he could barely breathe. When one of the former Woodbury residents peeked out of their cell to scowl at him, he knew he had to get you away from that area. Not before offering a glare that had the manâs eyebrows shooting into his hairline just before he disappeared back into his space.Â
You made no objections when he bent to sweep an arm beneath your knees, only refusing to release your hold on the shirt your tears were steadily soaking through. He was careful, walking slowly so as not to jostle you, like you were still that fragile burden he had carried to the prison all those weeks ago.Â
Once he had climbed the stairs, he attempted to place you down on the mattress but you held fast to him, twisting your fists for a firmer grip. Daryl couldnât help the fond smile he gave to the top of your head.Â
âGonna hafta let go eventually.â With a deep, stuttering breath, your hold finally loosened yet didnât fall away. âWanna tell me whaâ happened?â
âNights are dangerous.â Your voice was so small that it reminded him of the first time you ever spoke to him, outside of that club. He did not want to see you revert back from the person you had worked so hard to become. âThatâs what you said. When night came, I thoughtââ
âYa thought I wouldnâ come back.â You nodded against his chest. âRan outta fuel skirtinâ âround a herd. Gotta diffârent car, got the crap we found, made it back.â You sniffled again.Â
âYou were late.â
Daryl couldnât stop himself from snorting. âDidnâ realize I had a curfew.â He was able to hold onto the humor of the situation until you finally looked at him. His heart went plummeting down into some dark part of him, knowing then and there that he never wanted to see that fearful hopelessness again.Â
âDonât leave me behind again. Please.â
The archer swallowed hard, feeling like an asshole. âY/N, I canâ take ya out there. It ainât safe.â His hold tightened slightly when he turned to sit on the mattress, lowering your legs onto his lap, so that he could embrace you with both arms. You were still looking at him. Strangely, he didnât feel anxious under your gaze, distressed as it was. He felt oddlyâŚanchored.Â
âItâll never be safe.âÂ
He couldnât argue with that point. Nowhere was safe anymore. âNot knowinâ how ta protect yerself gets ya killed. I canâ take ya with me nâ have ta watch ya the whole time. Get us both killed.â
âThen teach me.â You implored, actually shaking him with the hold you still had on his shirt. âI can use the knife. I can shoot. Teach me what else I need to know so I can go with you.â
Darylâs expression fell. You were right. You were good with your knife. You were fucking great with the gun. There was only one thing left to show you. And he dreaded it more than actually taking you outside the fence. âYa need ta know how ta fight.â Your head tilted in a way that he would have found adorable had he not felt like he was about to vomit.Â
âCan Carol or Maggieââ
He was already shaking his head. âNeed ta know how ta fight someone bigger, stronger. Need ta be able ta hold yer own when I canâ get ta ya.â When, not if. There would undoubtedly come a time when you would be alone, for whatever reason, and need to be able to take down walker or human; woman or man.Â
He would need to teach you.Â
Which meant, at some point, putting his hands on you.Â
The images of finding you at the mercy of Lonny and Marvin. The stark contrast between the blood and your skin. The way you had surrendered, given up, and just accepted what would have happened if he hadnâtâ
Daryl didnât know when he had looked away, staring at some unimportant spot on the floor until your soft palm turned him back to you.Â
âOkay.â
He narrowed his eyes, filled with an anger he knew wasnât for you. It was for the lowlife assholes that had touched you, made you afraid of your own shadow. You had struggled to claw your way out of the shell they had left behind and now he would be forced to bring all of that back to the surface. Maybe not at first, but before it was done, before he would even feel remotely comfortable taking you anywhere beyond the prison gate, you would be afraid of him.Â
âI can do it, Daryl.âÂ
The fire he felt raging just behind his ribs began to fade when he looked at you, your fierce determination mingling with the softness your eyes always held. Somewhere down deep, he knew you could do it. It wasnât really about that. It was him. He was the one afraid. He never wanted to be the source of your nightmares. He didnât want to portray the monster that his father so openly and willingly embraced.Â
He somehow managed to swallow past the lump in his throat. âOkay.â He reluctantly agreed. âI, uh⌠need ta shower. Gettinâ guts nâ shit all over yer clothes.â When he tried to move you aside, this time you let him. Yet when he stood, your hand snagged his wrist and he found himself looking down at you again.Â
âDonât go.â
âMâjusâ gonna shower, Y/N.â Had his absence really been that profound? âMâgonna be righâ back.â
âIâll go with you.âÂ
Daryl was certain his jaw hit the floor. âW-whaâ?âÂ
âI wonât look. I promise. I justâŚI donât want to be alone.â You released his wrist but he could still feel a tingling where your fingers had been.Â
âYâainât alone. Carolâs jusâââ
âI donât want to be away from you right now.â
Part of him wouldnât mind if you tagged along. You werenât going there to gawk at him. But the part of him that knew what he was planning on doing aside from showering was filled with a sudden shame that he was no stranger to but had learned to ignore.Â
âPlease?â You fixed him with those doe eyes of yours and he knew he was well and truly fucked. The hunter rubbed a hand roughly over his face and began to dig through his pile of clean clothing for something to wear to bed. Before you, he had usually just slept in whatever he was wearing when he crashed, giving in to the need for comfort by pulling on some flannel pants on occasion. When you began to spend more time in his space, he had raided the scavenged clothing and found several things he could sleep in that would make it more comfortable for you. How could you relax if he was constantly covered in grime and guts with no reprieve?
âFine.âÂ
You didn't smile which actually surprised him. You loved to beam at him when he gave you your way, but this was different. He had truly scared you. Clothing and towel in hand, he started down the steps with you trailing behind. He shouldnât have been allowing you to be so dependent on him. You needed to learn to be self reliant, self soothing. God, he was making you sound like an infant.Â
Maybe you simply didnât know that it wasnât exactly appropriate. You had been passed from man to man for so long that the lines of decency were blurred. He couldnât fault you for that, and he wouldnât try to educate you when you had been so shaken and he was aching and dog-tired.Â
The run had been a shitshow. He didnât lie to you, those things did happen. He just omitted a few things that would have done nothing but compound your anxiety. He was well aware that you would need to know the realities of a supply run but he would explain those in detail when you were ready to join him. The thought made him cringe. He still couldnât imagine you out there. Not that you werenât doing well with training. You were. It was just that knowing youâd be anywhere near immediate danger made him sick to his stomach.Â
He was hyper aware of each and every step you took behind him, even with your feet being bare. As an afterthought, he wondered if he should have brought the lantern. He didnât need it but perhaps you would. If you did, you hadnât said anything, even when he stepped into the stall, still fully clothed.Â
He turned to find you holding some of your own clothes at your hip.Â
âMine got dirty.â You shrugged, walking into the adjoining stall. Nothing but a single half wall separated you. When he saw your arms raise and the shirt being lifted over your head, he turned his back and inwardly groaned.Â
Why, oh why, had you needed to follow him?Â
âDone.â You announced, any trace of you gone when he turned around. Brow knitted, he raised to the balls of his feet to look over the barrier but still couldnât see you. Next, he leaned forward and peered around the outside of the wall. You were sitting with your back against the tiles, your eyes finding his before you smiled shyly. âIs this okay? I donât wanna make you feel uncomfortable.â
Uncomfortable could not even begin to describe how Daryl was feeling.Â
You watched as Darylâs eyes narrowed, something almost playful twinkling within the cobalt depths. âNo peeking.â He warned, his tone light, and then he vanished back to the other side.Â
You ignored the sounds of him undressingâ the graze of his boots over his socks, the soft clink of his belt buckle âand busied yourself with chewing on your nails, trying to even out the ones you had fucked up during your earlier episode. Chewing at a jagged edge, youâd pull back to inspect your work and then continue to the next.Â
You had made it almost all the way across one hand when a weight plopped and settled over your head. The familiar smell of leather stifled any instantaneous fear, so you pulled at the veil to find it was the winged vest.Â
âDaryl,â you whined through a smile. âI just changed my clothes!â The shower started spraying behind you.Â
âOops.â He replied flippantly.Â
Leaning forward, you cross-crossed your legs beneath you and set about carefully folding his vest, brushing away any dirt you could see by only moonlight, the rest left for when you could properly clean it. Carol had taught you how to care for and maintain it when the precious article came through in the laundry she had gathered, the one and only time youâd seen it in all the loads youâd helped wash.Â
Sweeping your hand back and forth over the material, you smiled at how far youâd come. There was a man showering less than ten feet away from you and you werenât whimpering or cowering. You werenât looking for an escape. It was a testament to both your strength and the influence of the aforementioned man in the shower.Â
Amidst your thoughts, the smell of burnt tobacco wafted into your face, your nose scrunching. You hadnât even heard the lighter!
âAre you seriously smoking in the shower?â
âWho doesnâ?âÂ
You could tell he was letting the cigarette hang between his lips from the sound of his voice, obviously talking from one side of his mouth. You smiled and rolled your eyes but didnât badger him further. There was no need. Your mind ventured far away.Â
It started innocently enough. You were picturing him washing his hair while drawing off the cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nose and looking pleased as punch. You would have giggled had your traitorous mind not called upon the rest of his body. Just recalling what you had seen that night made your cheeks burn.Â
If it had ended there, you might have been able to brush it off without hindrance. Your subconscious was never kind to you.Â
You saw yourself sitting on the low wall that currently separated you from him, just as wet and just as bare. The archer stepped between your legs that were open in invitation. His scars felt like your own, your fingers studying them as he watched, the cigarette still pressed between his lips. You blinked up at him when he grabbed the smoke between his thumb and forefinger, flicking it into the shower floor to be extinguished and forgotten. That same hand glided up your thigh and dipped between your bodies, his fingers mimicking your own; delicately tracing the scars littered over your core.Â
âYouâre just like me.â You whispered as his lips found yours.Â
âIf ya mean tired nâ done with this shit day then yep, we âbout the same.â
You jolted sideways, eyes wide with surprise. âDaryl!â He was standing at the end of the stall in flannel pants and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, his damp towel and dirty clothing in hand.Â
âYeah?â He was waiting you out but you couldnât seem to find words while your fresh little fantasy continued to flicker behind your eyes. âYâalrighâ?â
âYeah.â You cleared your throat, suddenly uncomfortable with his close proximity. âIâm good.â Clambering to your feet, you smiled and handed him his vest. âIâm just really tired too.â His narrowed eyes brought on worry that he wasnât buying it but after a moment, he nodded toward the door.
âLeâs hit the sack. Gotta a long day tomorrow.âÂ
You hummed your agreement and followed him out. Sleep was doubtfully going to be in the cards that night, not after what you had allowed to happen inside your head. Daryl wanted you, at least he had wanted you at some point. Did he still? Did you want him? Of course you did. He had made it clear that he cared for you. You were his friend. Maybe he did still want to fuck you.Â
That wasnât something you could ever allow.Â
You were damaged. Healing but forever damaged. Youâd been used so frequently by so many that you would never allow Daryl to lower himself to such desperation. There were plenty of women there vying for his attention. Maybe once he was less focused on you, he could start thinking more about his own needs. He would see that any appeal you had was nothing compared to a woman who could give him her whole heart and not just a pile of shredded fragments.Â
Finally settled, your shoulders were almost touching while the two of you laid on your backs. Silence was abundant for the longest time before Daryl cleared his throat.Â
âNight.â
âGoodnight.â
Simultaneously, you both turned away from the other; Darylâs eyes on the wall and yours on the shadows past the railing.Â
Neither was aware that the other was thinking the exact same thing.Â
He deserves better.
She deserves better.Â
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When the raven calls
Morpheus x Female Reader
You, his raven, die protecting Jessamy while rescuing the Dream Lord. When Morpheus returns to his realm, he mourns your loss, only to find a stranger waiting for him in his throne room. The stranger claims to be you, now in human form. He doesn't understand, but his raven will always watch over him.
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Chapter Eleven - All together now
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The knock on your door is firm but also cautious. You can tell he is hesitant. You know it's him before he even speaks.
"Go away."
For the first time ever, Morpheus doesn't know how to feel about you. You've never spoken to him like that before. You've always welcomed him. Now he senses your disdain toward him.
"Can we talk?"
You don't answer him. Morpheus feels hopeless right now. Upsetting you was something he never wanted to do. Ever. Not since... Not since he realised just how he felt.
He gently rests his head against the door and sighs softly.
"I did what I had to do. Gault will learn her lesson, and she will return one day. I did not think this would upset you so much."
Morpheus is startled by how quickly you open the door. You glare up at him, eyes still glistening with tears.
"Upset me? You've hurt me. How dare you send Gault away like that. She was trying to protect the boy. She wasn't harming anyone."
"She was keeping Jed in a lie. It is not our job to protect them from their waking lives." Morpheus tries to tell you.
"I know that much. God, you're so... difficult!"
Morpheus stares at you.
"You punish people just because they dare say no to you. How can you be so happy about that?" You look at him desperately. "Gault. Nada. Neither of them hurt you. Just your pride."
Dream clenches his jaw. He didn't expect this personal attack on him.
"I hate that I care so much. I hate that... that I can't do anything to fix any of this. I hate... that I feel the same way she did, and yet you're letting me go about my business."
"You feel the same way?" He asks, unsure of what you're referring to.
"I'm not the way you made me. Not any more. I changed. You're not punishing me for being different."
"Your case is different."
"Is it? Because it doesn't look it to me. Gault wanted to be a Dream. I think that's beautiful. You denied her that wish and sentenced her to the darkness." You wipe at your eyes gently. "I don't like being human any more..."
Morpheus feels his heart break.
You turn back into a raven. "I won't need this room anymore. I'm going to stay a raven. So, forget everything. Forget me stupid emotions and... and the clothes and the ice cream, and all that stuff we did."
You fly past Morpheus and disappear into the palace.
Morpheus stands there with his thoughts.
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You had gone to the library to seek comfort in Lucienne. She wasn't surprised to see you back in your raven form. The main reason you had stayed in your human form so long before was because Dream had asked you to stay like that.
She could see he was particularly fond of you as a human.
Still, she said nothing and let you keep her company. After all, Lord Morpheus had been quite clear to her about her place in the Dreaming.
It seemed everyone was having issues with the stubborn king.
Matthew comes flying in quickly and lands on the table beside you and Jessamy. You look at him.
"I don't know how she did it, but Rose just got Lyta pregnant."
"What?" Lucienne looks at him confused.
"Apperantly it happened in her dream, and when Lyta woke up-"
"She was still pregnant."
"Very much so," Matthew confirms.
"Then it's starting." You say. Lucienne nods.
"Rose is weakening the walls between the realms."
"You gonna tell the boss?" Matthew asks.
"No." Lucienne says.
"No?"
"It's none of my business."
You caw softly and step a little closer to her hand, pecking her finger gently with affection.
"Uh, since when?"
"Since Lord Morpheus reminded me that I'm merely a librarian and should concern myself with my books from now on." Lucienne tells him.
"He said that?"
"He's being an ass." You scoff.
Matthew is surprised to hear speak badly about him. He had always assumed you looked up to the guy. You had always been so fond of him and talked very highly of him before.
"What is wrong with him?" Matthew asks.
"Nothing is wrong with him. He's always been this way." Lucienne explains. "He's juat been away so long I'd forgotten. He's determined to deal with the vortex and the missing Arcana by himself. Without anyones help. So any news must be reported directly and exclusively to him."
"Okay. But can I keep you in the loop?"
"You'd better not. In his Majesty's current mood, he could banish us to the Darkness." She sighs. "As he did Gault."
"All right, fine. I'll go back to spying on Rose. But you should make up with him. Both of you."
"I should make up with him?" You ask, almost laughing.
"Yes. Now's not the time to be fighting, not when there's a vortex getting people pregnant and runaway Nightmares doing God knows what."
You sigh. "I'm not going to talk to him."
Matthew caws.
"I'm going to help you." You say.
"Huh?"
"With Rose."
"Is that a good idea? You wanna tell the boss first?" Matthew asks.
"Nope."
Before either Matthew or Lucienne can say anything, you fly off. Matthew turns to Jessamy, who had been quiet this whole time.
"What is happening?"
Jessamy looks at him. "They're having their first fight."
Lucienne looks at her. "I see."
"I don't." Matthew caws.
"They're in love." Lucienne says softly.
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You sit outside the window of Rose's room. You can see her talking to Lyta about dreams. Lyta wants to live in her dreams with her husband and the baby.
Rose's phone rings, and she answers it. You can't hear the other side, but you can tell Rose is talking to Jed.
She knows where he is.
You could go there and keep an eye on Jed.
Someone knocks on her door and you decide to leave.
You fly off.
The location in question is a hotel. It may be three hours away from Rose, but with your access to the Dreaming, it did not take long at all. You land in a tree opposite the hotel and decide to stake it out.
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Morpheus is in his throne room looking at his broken windows. Something is happening in the Dreaming. Quakes. Violent shaking, leaving damage behind.
Something was wrong.
"Loosh? You in here?" Mervyn comes in but stops when he finds Morpheus. "Whoops. Oh, sorry, boss. I was looking for Lucienne. See ya." He tries to leave.
"Wait." Morpheus stops him. "Why were you looking for Lucienne?"
"Oh, well, we just had some minor seismic activity and a little, you know, damage i wanted to report." Mervyn says.
"Then why not report it to me?"
"Uh, because you're busy? While you were away, Lucienne started taking care of that stuff, so I figured... why bother you when-"
Morpheus looks displeased. "Mervyn, if the Dreaming has been damaged in any way, I will be the one to address it."
The whole place shakes again. The window cracks even further.
"Oh, for crying out loud. You want me to fix that for you? Or will it just keep happening?" Mervyn asks.
"It will not keep happening because I will find the cause of the disturbance, and I will eliminate it." Morpheus declares. "Thank you, Mervyn."
"Uh, you're welcome."
Morpheus looks back at the window in thought. He then walks away, heading to the library.
He walks through the aisles with books under his arm. He walks with determination and then stops when he reaches where Lucienne is.
"Lucienne?"
"My Lord."
"I have come to return these..." He hands the books he was carrying. "And to assess the extent of the damage from the recent disturbances." He looks around. "Have... you any idea as to what caused them?" He asks.
"I assumed it was you, sir."
"Me?"
"Making further improvements to the realm... now that you're back."
"Lucienne, when we last spoke, I did not mean to imply that your efforts beyond the library are without value."
"Oh?"
"I really wish to relieve you of responbilities with which, had I been here, you would never have been burdened."
"I see."
"And... in that time, did you experience any... similar seismic disturbances?" He asks slowly. He speaks carefully.
"I did not."
"Have you any... theory as to their origin?"
"Speaking strictly as a librarian? I do." She says. "But you won't like it."
"Go on."
"I know you're waiting to see I'd the vortex will lead you to The Corianthian and Fiddler's Green. The way she led you to Gault."
"She may yet still." He says.
"Yes, but while you're waiting, she's putting cracks in the foundation." Lucienne sighs.
"Rose Walker has visited this realm before and done no damage. This is something else, something new."
"Perhaps. But if there is something new in the Dreaming and you did not create it, how did it get here? This is the vortex. I assure you."
Morpheus thinks it through.
âââ
Dream stands at your door. He hadn't brought himself to dismantle the room after what you said last time he spoke to you. In fact, he hadn't seen you since that conversation.
He felt sad. Sad that he had upset you. Sad that you had refused your human form. Sad that he didn't stop you from leaving when you got mad at him.
He wanted to talk to you, but he knew you weren't in there. "What am I doing?" He asks himself.
Morpheus walks away.
I'm sorry. He wanted to say.
Morpheus decides to give you your space and go deal with whatever is happening on his own. He can make things up with you later.
He finds himself in the dream of Lyta Hall. Rose is there, too. As is Lyta's deceased husband.
He needs to fix this.
"What do you think?" Matthew caws.
"Tell Lucienne she was right about the source of the tremors, and that I'm taking care of it."
He walks down to the house.
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You see Rose climb out of a car that just pulled up. There's a man with her. One you recognise immediately, though he didn't always look like that.
"Hm."
They head inside the hotel. You look around and then fly down to the ground, landing on two human feet. You won't get far going inside as a raven. You head for the entrance.
When you get inside, you don't see Rose or the man she was with. You sigh and look around the lobby. It's busy.
You don't even notice The Corianthian who had come inside because he thought he saw Jed run down the hall. He noticed you though.
It just hasn't clicked who you were yet.
He goes back outside. You walk further into the hotel.
Gilbert had seen and heard some things he would rather have not. He walks out of one of the rooms and frowns. As he turns, he catches a glimpse of you. Something clicks.
He knows you are.
He goes to call you, but you walk away. He panics. Gilbert heads back to the lobby and leaves a message at the front desk for Rose. He then leaves the hotel.
He needs to see Morpheus.
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Back in the Dreaming, Morpheus enters the library looking for Lucienne.
"Lucienne?"
"My Lord. There's something I must tell you." She comes out from between two shelves.
"And I will listen." He says. "But first, you must let me tell you you were right. The vortex was responsible for the damage to our realm, and I was... wrong to risk our safety in the hope that she would locate the missing Arcana."
"You were not entirely wrong, sir." She days to him. "She's found them both."
"What? The Corianthian and Fiddler's Green? Where? How do you know?" He asks.
"Fiddler's Green told me."
Gilbert comes into view and joins them. He looks at Morpheus with shame. He bows his head and looks back up at Dream.
"Apologies, lord, for having left."
"Why? Why did you leave? I trusted you. You were the heart of The Dreaming."
"No, sir. You were the heart of The Dreaming. And you were gone." Gilbert tells him. "I was curious. And it turns out that life as a human contains substance I never even imagined when I was here. Which is why I've returned because... he's murdering them."
"The Corianthian?"
"He appears to have built up a cult of worshippers who kill for pleasure, endangering the waking world and the life of a friend called Rose Walker."
"The Corianthian has found Rose Walker?" Morpheus asks, needing to know for sure.
"Yes." Gilbert looks confused.
"Can you imagine the damage he could do with someone like Rose?" Lucienne says, looking at Dream.
"You must tell me where they are."
"I thought perhaps you knew." He said. "Your raven is there, at least, I believe it was her."
Morpheus' heart sinks.
"My raven...?"
"Yes. Although, she appears to be human now." Gilbert wad rather confused. He didn't know you could do that.
Your name falls from his lips.
"No..."
Lucienne looks at Morpheus with worry. She knew you had gone to see Rose, but it didn't dawn on her that you would go so far. Now you were close to The Corianthian, too.
Morpheus leaves the library immediately.
âââ
You see no sign of Rose or of Jed. You decide they must be upstairs somewhere. As you turn back around to head for the lifts or elevators as they call them in this country, you find yourself face to face with The Corianthian.
"Well, hello."
"Oh dear..."
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Win a Date with Takada-Chan! Part I
Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader
Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~4.6k
cw: reader described as having hair, reader has curves, suggestive dialogue, sexual tension, explicit language
Summary: You win a very exclusive contest to join in a group date with Takada-Chan! Youâre able to bring a guest, but Sara is busy that day. Who else can you ask? None other than your fake boyfriend Aoi Todo.Â
Authorâs Notes: Hereâs chapter five, enjoy! Thanks for the support on this so far, I really appreciate it. Divider credit to @/saradika.Â
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After recounting to Sara all that was said between you and Todo, her first response is, âWhat the fuck?!â She grabs your two braided pigtails to twirls the ends in your face. âThis was all said right in front of me and Yuji?!â You nod sheepishly to confirm. The two of you are waiting at the bus stop, heading back to your place from Club Coffee. After seeing Todo pull you forward to whisper in your ear, your best friend is naturally very curious at what was said.Â
âI told you he was a perv, but I guess you are too. Naughty girl,â she teases, still tugging on one of your braids.Â
You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed. âI donât know what I was thinking.â
âYou liked that he was checking you out! You like him!â
âI donât like him!â you protest. âI donât even know him!â
âBut youâre attracted to him. You canât deny that.â She stares at you with a brow raised, waiting for you to confess. God, you hate it when sheâs right. She always rubs it in your face.
In a quiet voice, you mumble, âYeah, Iâm attracted to him.â
Sara snaps her fingers as if she just solved a case. âI knew it, I fucking knew it! You were in such denial the other day. Now you can drop this stupid act and just fuck already!â
âI donât think heâs attracted to me.â
âHe was staring at your ass all day. And he told you he likes it rough and wants to show you. What do you call that?â
âHe was only saying those things to mess with me since I was messing with him! Also, Iâm sure if someone put a mini skirt on an inflatable banana, that man would still check out its ass.â You pause to take a deep sigh. âAlso, youâre forgetting the most important thing: Heâs in love with Takada-Chan. I mean, the dude is already planning their wedding.â
Sara snorts, rolling her eyes. âI canât believe youâre attracted to this guy.â
You groan loudly. âI know! What is wrong with me?!â
âWell, itâs pretty clear heâs whipped for Takada-Chan, so thereâs nothing that can be done about that. Weâll have to think of something else.â
âWe donât have to think of anything else. Itâs not like Iâm in love with him or anything. Iâm just attracted to him. Thatâs it. Iâll just have to get over it eventually, which I probably will as soon as he opens his big dumb mouth the next time I see him.â
âLook at you, already looking forward to the next time you see him,â Sara says, smirking.Â
You canât believe your sudden feelings for him. Can you even call these feelings? Itâs just physical attraction, right? Sure, his confidence is sexy, despite how annoying he can be most of the time. And you know heâs loyal, given his dedication to Takada-Chan. That is something you can respect. You remind yourself that this man hasnât really done anything nice for you. All the interactions youâve had together have been argumentative and combative, constantly trying to one up each other. Were there hints of sexual tension here and there? Maybe. But at the end of the day, there isnât a reason for you to have feelings for Todo, besides your physical attraction to him. You barely know anything about him.Â
Whatever this is, you decide the best way to move forward is to drop this silly back-and-forth you constantly have with him. Today, he was mature enough to apologize and call a truce, but you decided to take a little bit of revenge anyways. It was petty of you to make suggestive comments in an attempt to embarrass him. It also didnât work since he landed the final blow.Â
The next time you see him, you make a promise to yourself to be nice, as you normally would. Maybe your feelings for him will become clearer.
~~~ Todo walks beside Yuji towards the train station, hands in his pocket, reflecting. Thereâs a fluttering in his stomach as he recalls his rival, basically whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Iâll keep the skirt on while you show me how rough you like it.
Holy shit. His cheeks burn red just thinking about it. Todo never surrenders, but in that moment, he had to. He was so tempted to grab her by the hand and take her up on her offer. No woman has ever said anything like that to him. The few he has been with never engaged in dirty talk. Is he realizing just now how much heâs into it? Because damn, he is really into it. His imagination runs wild with thoughts of her straddling him in that fucking mini skirt, her braids bouncing with every movement, giggles and moans escaping from that cute smile of hers.
Holy shit, seriously, he needs to calm down.
âToday was fun!â Yujiâs voice snaps Todo out of his extremely inappropriate subconscious.Â
Todo chuckles. âYeah, it was.â
âYou and your rival seem to be getting along better,â Yuji says, with a smirk.Â
âYeah, I guess.â
After a long pause, Yuji asks, âSoâŚare we not going to talk about how you were totally checking her out?â
Todo scoffs. âWhatâs there to talk about?â
âI donât know, Todo. You seem pretty smitten.â His brother tries his best to hold in his laughter.Â
âIâm not smitten. Donât be so stupid, brother. Itâs not that deep.â
âI just havenât seen you gawk at someone like that in a while. Other than Takada-Chan, of course.â
Todo whips her head towards Yuji and glares at him. âNow youâre really sounding ridiculous, brother. You know I only have eyes for sweet, precious Takada-Chan.â Yuji chuckles and doesnât press on the matter further. Todo continues to contemplate in silence.Â
Itâs not like he is truly committed to Takada-Chan the rest of his life. He may be eccentric and delusional, but heâs not an idiot. He knows deep, deep down that the pop idol and him will never be together. Just as he knows that she never rejected him and that they never even went to middle school together. Deep into the abyss of his being, he knows this is all a fabrication. But he likes living in his little fantasy world of his. He needs it. It gives him something to look forward to, even if it is all pretend. Itâs something hopeful. Something positive. Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer is a dangerous job. He knows he puts his life at risk every mission. The reality of his world is harsh, what harm is it to play pretend and hope for something fun in his life?Â
He's never had long term relationship. Sure, heâs hooked up with a few different women here and there. It never led to anything serious. Is that even something he wants? A serious relationship? What does that even mean to Todo?Â
The biggest cause of stress for him is boredom. Maybe he values a relationship that keeps him on his toes. He likes a woman who can keep up with him. And he isnât the type of man that is easy to keep up with. When he thinks about his ârivalâ, he realizes that all their interactions are never boring. He likes her fiery attitude towards him. She doesnât back down from a fight, even if she knows sheâs outmatched. Todo can be an intimidating person, though it doesnât seem to faze her.Â
He knows sheâs capable of being nice. She put on the whole act of pretending to be a couple to get Takada-Chanâs attention. Because of her, Todoâs dream of meeting the idol and getting her to know his name came true. She also gave him the signed poster. He still wonders why she did all of that. Is it because she cares for him? A stranger? A stranger who has always been an ass to her? That would be crazy, right?Â
Today, heâs seen her naughty side. He knows she said those things to provoke him, but holy shit. It was hot. And it wasnât just because of the outfit she was wearing. The confidence in which she said it was enticing. The way she touched his thigh, knowing it would rile him up. Itâs like she knows what gets him going.Â
And what compelled him to whisper those parting words to her? Weâll just have to reschedule. He wanted to get the last say, he wanted the upper hand. But thatâs not all it was. Part of him meant it, wanted it. Maybe he still wants it.
She can be naughty, and she can be nice. Heâs seen a little bit of both those sides of her. It intrigues him. He likes it. He wants to see more.Â
~~~
A week after Takada-Chanâs birthday, the pop idolâs official website releases details on a new contest: Win a Date with Takada-Chan! There will be five winners selected and they can bring a guest. The âdateâ consists of a party bus ride with Takada-Chan from a predetermined meeting spot to a studio location. At the studio, the lucky guests get a behind the scenes look at an official Takada-Chan photoshoot. After the photoshoot, Takada-Chan will treat her guests to an exclusive private dinner at her favorite sushi restaurant in Tokyo.Â
It all seems too good to be true. A whole day with the Takada-Chan? Incredible.
To enter the contest, you must submit a photo of yourself showing how big of a fan you are. Then you must write a little blurb about why you would love to win the contest. You decide to submit the photo of you, Todo, and Takada-Chan doing the Taka-tan Beam in her dressing room. In your description, you write about how much you admire Takada-Chan for her talent, confidence, and overall bright persona.Â
The winners are announced two weeks after. Miraculously, you are one of them. You cannot believe your luck. The pop idol gods have blessed you, indeed.Â
You tremble with excitement as you speed dial Sara on your phone.Â
âHey! Whatâs up?â she answers.
âYouâll never believe it. I won the contest!âÂ
âAre you serious?! Holy shit! Congratulations!â
âAnd I get a guest! Youâre coming with me!â
âSounds good. When is it?â
âNext Saturday.â
âNext Saturday?â
âYes!â
âDude, weâre hosting a huge party at the restaurant. I wonât be able to make it, Iâm serving.â
You frown to yourself. âAw man. Okay. I guess Iâll have to find someone else.â
You hear your best friend snickering in the background, but she doesnât say anything.
âWhat are you laughing about?â you ask.Â
âYou know exactly who you should bring.â
âNo. No way.â
âHeâs your fake boyfriend, donât you think Takada-Chan will be suspicious if you donât bring him?â
âI mean, Iâll make up some excuse. Iâm not going to ask Todo.â
âWhy not?! Weâve already established that youâre attracted to him. This will be another good opportunity to get to know him better! Or at least gauge how you really feel about him.â
You let out a loud sigh. âYou really canât make it?â
She laughs. âNo, I canât. Just ask Todo. Maybe you two can finally become friends and go to Takada-Chan events together instead of dragging me and Yuji to them.â
âGasp. Iâm hurt. I thought you loved going to Takada-Chan events with me!â you tease.Â
âThe reason I go to the events is because I love you. But Todo might be the answer to all my prayers. Who would have thought that giant mountain of a body would be my saving grace?â
âHa ha, very funny. Fine. Iâll ask him,â you say, begrudgingly. Then you add, âAnd for the record, I love you too.â
You can hear your best friend smile through the phone. âYeah, I know. Now go get your man.â
âSara!â
~~~
Todo is in the middle of eating ramen when he looks at his phone to see a notification. Itâs a text from someone named âRivalâ. Why is she texting him?
He opens their message thread. Besides the new message he just received, the only thing on there is their photo with Takada-Chan. He almost forgot how cute this picture is.Â
Rival: Hey, are you free next Saturday?
He drops his spoon in his soup bowl, reading the text slowly. His heart starts racing faster as he types out a response.
Todo: Yes. Why?
He sees the 3 dots. After a few more seconds, she texts back.
Rival: I won Takada-Chanâs date contest. Sara canât make it, so Iâm asking you.Â
The contest! Win a Date with Takada-Chan! He entered that weeks ago and never got any response back. He assumed he wasnât picked. She won?! Heâs too excited to text. He presses the phone icon to call her. After a few rings, she picks up. âTodo?â
For some reason, hearing her say his name makes his heart skip a beat. His breath hitches for a millisecond before he responds, âHey. Yeah, itâs me. You won the contest?â
She chuckles. âYeah, I did.â
After a few moments of silence, Todo asks, âAnd you want to take me?â
âWell, Sara canât make it. So, I figured the next best option would be Takada-Chanâs #2 fan.â
Todo grumbles. âI thought we were past this.â
She giggles. âYeah yeah, I know, Iâm just teasing you. So, are you down?â
âHell yeah, Iâm down. Just text me the details.â
âFor sure. Iâll see you next week.â
They hang up and Todo completely abandons his ramen. Heâs too thrilled to continue eating. A date with Takada-Chan? Itâs official. All his dreams are coming true, minus marrying the pop idol. But he can live with that for now.
It was all thanks to her. His rival. Or maybe he should start calling her his acquaintance? Or friend? Were they even friends? All the thoughts heâs had of her these past two weeks have not been appropriate of someone intending to be just âfriendsâ. Itâs safe to say that Todo has not forgotten any part of their interaction at the cafĂŠ. Itâs even safer to say that the memory of her outfit that day combined with her flirtatious demeanor lives in his mind rent free.Â
Whatever these feelings are, he must contain them next week. All his attention will be on Takada-Chan, and thatâs it. Heâs determined not to be distracted by anything, or anyone, else.Â
~~~
The day of Takada-Chanâs big group date finally arrives. The outfit you decide to wear today is simple: A lilac purple sweetheart dress that ends just right above your knees and white espadrille sandals. You wear a gold necklace with two interlocking circles. Sara has the exact same kind; you bought it as a matching set to symbolize your unwavering friendship, as cheesy as that sounds.Â
The meeting location for the group date is about a 20-minute bus ride from your house. You texted Todo the location last week, right after you told him the news. Youâre absolutely thrilled to spend the day with Takada-Chan, but also a little apprehensive being on the date with Todo. Youâve replayed your last encounter with him many times over in your mind. You havenât been able to go a day without thinking about him. When you talked to him on the phone, it was normal. As if you two didnât exchange sexually charged comments with each other just the other week. What will it be like today?Â
You take a deep breath as the bus approaches your stop. Are you more nervous about seeing Takada-Chan or Todo? You canât even tell.Â
From the stop, you walk about five minutes to the meeting location. Itâs an empty parking lot. From your understanding of todayâs agenda, a party bus with Takada-Chan will pick you up at 1:00 PM. Currently, itâs 12:40 PM.Â
The 4 other winners are already there with their plus ones. All of them are men. You laugh to yourself as Saraâs voice plays in your head. âSausage-festâ is what she would say.Â
You check your phone. 12:45 PM. Should you text him to see where he is?
A few minutes later, Todo arrives. Heâs wearing a dark purple t-shirt with black joggers. The shirt hugs his body tightly, accentuating every muscle and ab on his rock-hard body.Â
Wow, you think to yourself. This is the first time youâve noticed his attire. Has he always worn outfits like this? He looks good. Really good.Â
You swallow the drool that is currently pooling in your mouth as he approaches you. His expression is neutral when he first greets you. You catch him scanning up and down your body, observing you. Then he smirks. âYou look good.â
Thereâs a tingling right below your belly. You take a deep breath before saying, âThank you. You too.âÂ
He continues to smirk at you as you look directly into each otherâs eyes. You gulp loudly, feeling shy. But you donât want to look away from him.Â
Suddenly, someone approaches you two. Itâs one of the other winners of the contest. The rest of the winners follow closely behind him. âHey.â
âHello,â you respond. Something about the way they look at you doesnât seem friendly.Â
âAre you the âcoupleâ that Takada-Chan brought into her dressing room?â He puts air quotes around the word âcoupleâ.
Todo steps closer to him, intimidating. âYeah. Whatâs it to you?â
The guy smirks, then looks back at the other fans. âSee guys, I knew it was all a fraud. Pathetic.â
You scowl at them and ask, âWhat the hell do you mean by that?â
The annoying guy lets out a malicious laugh before saying, âItâs pretty obvious you two arenât a couple. You might have Takada-Chan fooled, but not us. We just think itâs pathetic that two fans would stoop so low.â
You hear Todo growling beside you. Not wanting the situation to escalate further, you say, âAnd what makes you think we arenât a couple?â You link your arm around Todoâs, glaring at the asshole in front of you.Â
âWeâve had reports from other fans saying theyâve seen you two at other events, just bickering and arguing with each other. Sometimes barely even speaking to each other.â
Todo snorts, snarling, âYou guys are a bunch of nerds. I donât give a shit what your âreportsâ say. Stop harassing me and my girlfriend.â His use of the word âgirlfriendâ makes your heart skip a beat for some reason. Control yourself, woman!Â
You tighten your grip on Todoâs arm and add, âBesides, you act like regular couples donât fight and bicker. News flash: they do.â
âWell how come nobody has ever seen you kiss or hug like normal couples do?â Some of the guys behind him nod in agreement.Â
Todo lets out an even louder snort and laughs. âIs this dude for real?â
This idiot was right on the money about you and Todo pretending to be in a relationship, but you would rather eat shit than admit it. At this point, youâll do whatever it takes to convince these losers that youâre right and theyâre wrong. If itâs a kiss they want, then so be it.Â
You grip Todo by the collar and pull him down towards you. âIf you perverts want to see a kiss, then fine. What do you say, baby?â
Todo seems taken aback by your sudden action. You desperately try to communicate to him telepathically. If youâre not cool with this, itâs okay, we donât have to do it! But if you are, letâs prove these assholes wrong!
You see that familiar smirk on his lips as he says in that sexy low voice, âYeah, letâs put on a show.â He leans down as you get on your tippy toes to close the gap.Â
His lips are soft against yours. Not what you expected from a meathead like this. The kiss starts closed mouth, but then suddenly his tongue slide against your lips, begging for entrance. You part your lips just the tiniest bit to feel his tongue swirl around yours. You let out a small moan, involuntarily.Â
You break the kiss immediately, Todoâs tongue still sticking out. His eyes are half-closed with a dazed look on his face. You turn away from him, face hot, and say to the crowd, âThere. Are you losers happy? Now leave us alone.â
The group of men look at you, ashamed. You hear some of them grumble, âSorryâ as they turn to face away from you. The idiot who did the accusing grimaces at you, muttering, âWhatever.â What a fucking prick.Â
With perfect timing, you see a black bus drive into the parking lot. Takada-Chan has arrived.Â
You glance at Todo, who now has rosy cheeks. How cute. In a hushed voice, you say, âIâm sorry about that. I didnât know how else to get those bastards to leave us alone.â
He doesnât say anything. You can tell heâs trying to find his words carefully. Not wanting to prolong this awkward silence, you say, âLetâs just enjoy this date with Takada-Chan, okay?â You grab his hand and lead him in front of the black bus, which has just parked. You fall in line behind the other fans, not wanting to see their annoying faces. Todoâs hand is still around yours. Youâre basically holding hands.Â
Peering up at him, you whisper, âWhat are you doing?â
He clears his throat and whispers back, âWe have to keep acting like a couple, right? Couples hold hands.âÂ
You look at him with a bewildered expression, but donât argue. Heâs right. You have to keep this whole act going. For those idiot fans, for Takada-Chan. Thatâs all it is, right? Just an act.
You adjust your grip so that you are interlocking fingers. This is more convincing. Itâs more intimate. His hold around you is firm, his hand massive compared to yours. Oh, the things he could do to you with these handsâŚ
The door to the bus opens and a security guard pops their head out. Thereâs a clipboard in his hand, presumably to check the list of winners and confirm their identities. Each winner and their guest steps into the bus, one by one. You hear squeals of joy as each fan enters and Takada-Chan greets them. When itâs your turn, the guard, who you now recognize as the same one at the Handshake Event and Meet and Greet, looks at you and Todo holding hands. He smiles and says, âGo ahead.â He didnât even check for your ID.Â
As you set foot in the bus, you see purple mood lighting on the ceiling and hear Takada-Chanâs music playing through the speakers. The pop idol is seated at the far end in her own booth. Two security guards surround her. When she sees you and Todo, she jumps up with excitement and walks towards you. âYouâre here! When I found out you were the one selected, I got so excited!â She gives you a warm hug, which you return with your free arm. Todo still has a steady hold of your hand. You expected him to let go as soon as he saw Takada-Chan, but surprisingly, his grip has not loosened one bit.Â
âTodo! So glad to see you here with your girlfriend!â Takada-Chan gives him a one-armed hug, which he returns silently.Â
You canât help but wonder whatâs going on in his head right now.Â
Takada-Chan leans in closer to whisper to you, âI wish you two could sit next to me, but these other fans sat there first. Weâll catch up later.â She gives you one last smile and a wink as she walks back to her seat.Â
You and Todo sit in the free spot closest to the entrance of the bus. Itâs a bit cramped with the two of you sitting side by side. Suddenly, Todo lets go of your hand and swings it around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to his body. Maybe he thought this would be a more comfortable position.Â
He feels like a giant teddy bear, except heâs rippling with hard muscle. Youâre so close that every time you breath, you inhale his scent. He smells like clean linen and ocean breeze. You turn your head slowly to face him, and to your surprise, his gaze is already on you.Â
~~~
When she turns to face him, Todo canât help but stare down at her lips, hungrily. He wants to continue where they left off. He wants to kiss her again, taste more of her on his tongue, make her moan once more against his mouth. Sheâs so close to him, he can smell the intoxicating scent of the shampoo in her hair. Heâs about to go feral if he doesnât try to contain himself.Â
He swore to himself he wouldnât let anybody distract him from today. But he didnât expect to kiss his pretend girlfriend in front of all those dweebs. He also didnât expect to like it. And boy, did he like it.Â
His arm is still wrapped around her, holding her close. She looks so good today, in her little purple dress. The neckline plunges just enough to tease him, leaving the rest to his imagination. Her collarbones are titillating, he wants to plant wet kisses all over, marking them as his. She wears a dainty gold necklace, giving her a look of innocence that seems to turn him on even more.
She stares at him with wide eyes. Her mouth is moving but isnât paying attention to what sheâs saying. All he can think about is how sweet her lips are. He just has to lean down a little bit closer to get a taste.Â
âHey Todo, are you listening to me?â She raises her voice, which awakens him from his trance.Â
âHuh?â
âI asked you if youâre okay. You look out of it.â Thereâs genuine concern in her eyes. Sheâs so cute.Â
He smirks. âYeah, Iâm great. Are you okay?â
She smiles softly and rests her head against his chest. âYeah, Iâm good.â
Fuck fuck fuck, sheâs so fucking cute.Â
After a while, she looks back up at him and says, âWhatever weâre doing, itâs working. Looks like those idiots arenât even paying attention to us anymore. As long as Takada-Chan still thinks weâre a couple, we should be in the clear.â
His heart sinks. He responds with a simple hum as she lays her head back against his chest. This is all just part of their elaborate scheme to get the pop idolâs attention. Itâs nothing more than an act, right?
The ride to the studio is only fifteen minutes. She spends the whole trip leaning on his body. He prays that she canât hear or feel his heart racing in his chest. Todo glances over at Takada-Chan, who is chatting away with the fans closest to her. She looks adorable as usual, but something feels different today. Not with her, but with the way he looks at her.
Takada-Chan has always been a silly little fantasy. Now he sits here with an actual reality laying on his chest. Someone interesting, someone he respects, someone tangible.Â
Sheâs better than a dream girl like Takada-Chan. Sheâs real.Â
Todo likes her. Thatâs the conclusion he comes to. He doesnât want this to be pretend anymore. He wants to hold her, kiss her, get to know her better. He wants all the aspects of being in a relationship without it all being part of an act.Â
He knows she might not feel the same way. She still thinks itâs all for show. Tonight, heâll tell her how he feels. If she doesnât feel the same way, then theyâll end this strange arrangement they have and heâll leave her alone forever. Will it crush him? Maybe. But Todo is strong. He always bounces back. Plus, heâll always have Takada-Chan.Â
He really, really hopes thereâs a chance she feels the same way. He doesnât want to go back to fantasy.
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An Animalistic Disaster
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A.n : So I reached my main goal of the beginning!!!! 1k in both Wattpad and Ao3 !!! Lessgoo!!!!! â§â ââ (â â°â âżâ â°â )â ââ â§
Thank you everyone who read and liked this story and gave votes and kudos!! You guys inspire me to keep on writing!!!
As for the promised QnA. I think I'll do that once all the harem characters have joined. This type of thing won't happen much after all.
Also I promise I'm working on the next chapter. (â â˘â  â â˝â  â â˘â ;â ) till it comes, here's some songs that goes with the story/ reminds me of them. Warning, I'm shit with love songs.
I'm not going to release the full playlist yet since it contains heavy spoilers. Same thing with the Oc's.
(Y/n)'s playlist
- Fictional by khloe rose.
(The feelings the reader had since she was little. Also the type of song that inspired me to write this self insert fanfic.)
- Rat by Penelope Scott
(This describes the relationship between the reader and her dad. How she feels deep inside. Also, I dunno if this counts much as a spoiler, but her dad is an engineer, so yeah. )
- W.I.T.C.H by Devon cole
(Wether someone calls her a witch or an ogre, she doesn't care. She can handle herself and that's all that matters.
And we stan a strong queen in this household)
Alastor x (Y/n)
-Never ever getting rid of me by Kimiko gleen
(You made him fall in love, so be prepared to deal with him 24/7.
Cause he ain't going anywhere honey)
Charlie x (Y/n)
- Adore by Mindy gleehill
( And here she goes, singing again. But this time it's directed towards the reader.
Poor girl can't control her heart around you. )
Vaggie x (Y/n)
- Boyfriend by Dove Cameron
(She knows she can treat you better then any man can.
And she's going to prove it )
Cherri Bomb x ( Y/n)
- Favourite by Isabel Larosa
(She's quite jealous of all the others stealing your attention. So can you really blame her for wanting to be your favourite?)
Pentious x (Y/n)
- Honeypie by Jawny
(He is determined to make you his and he won't stop till he does that.
He also can't get enough of your sweetness<3 )
Lucifer x (Y/n) [this is considering he gets chosen as a love interest]
- Checklist by Max
( What do you need? He's got it covered. He's going to spoil you rotten to have you all to himself.
The ruler of hell doesn't slack off in this area )
Husk x (Y/n)
- Older by lsabell Larosa
( I HAD to put this song here. Besides who wouldn't like an older man you could easily rely on?
This is basically reader's feelings about him.)
Angel x (Y/n)
- New side of me by Blake Roman
( He can't help but feel soft inside when he thinks about you. And it scares him.
He's never had anyone love him like you before.)
Niffty and (Y/n) [platonic]
- Sweet little psycho
(She's your very own sweet but psycho puppy.
Anyone disturbs you too much? Release her over them. :) )
Vox x (Y/n) [Will come in future]
-Criminal by Brittney spears
(He's our pathetic lovable criminal. You know you shouldn't fall for him, but what can you say?)
Adam x (Y/n) [ Will come in future]
- Genius by LSD
( Don't be fooled, he's no genius no matter what he might say. But he did make the correct call by falling for someone like you.
Someone who can manhandle and keep him in line.)
Lute x ( Y/n ) [Will come in future]
- Love like you
(She doesn't understand how she of all people managed to fall for you. This feeling should be a sin.
Yet, when she gets close to you, she can't regret it. )
An Animalistic Disaster playlist
- Can't sleep love by pentatonix
(I can just imagine the reader and Melody talking in phone like this. The reader can't decide what to do with all these feelings since all her fictional crushes have actually come to life AND living with her. She can't decide if she should act on it or not. Melody is already done with her shit and telling her to go back to sleep.)
- Bang bang by K'naan
( Okay, this is for my own brain rot. This is for everyone in the harem x reader. I can see the animation meme happening clearly in my head.
Every line is sang by different characters and when the 'bang' parts comes, a animal turns into human after getting hit by reader's love shot :)
Like-
She was walking around with a loaded shotgun - Angel
Ready to fire me a hot one - Cherri
It went- Charlie
*Sheep Charlie* BANG *human Charlie*
*Squirrel Cherri* BANG * Human Cherri*
*Deer Alastor* BANG * *Human Alastor*
Straight through my heart - Alastor
Maybe one day, if I learn to do animation. I'll make something like this. )
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