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gepards-beloved · 2 years ago

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playing with his hair

w/ blade, jing yuan, dan heng, gepard, luocha, sampo

" what are you doing?" a groggy voice calls from your lap. when you glance down, you are greeted with a crimson orb and a pair of pinched brows - the crease dissipates when you kiss BLADE on his forehead. " your hair is so long," you grin, playing a portion between your fingers; it had a faint waft of your shampoo. " do you want me to stop?" he blinks at you, handsome face unveiled when not having a curtain of black over his eyes. he looked cute like that— and it felt particularly special when he dropped his cold demeanor in favor of displaying a more vulnerable side; one you have been privy to on many occasions. if you hadn't known better, you'd say his face has gradually softened since you've locked eyes. " no," he whispers, screwing his eyes shut. " this is good." when you resume untangling his roots, he thinks he's found something even more comforting than your kisses. it surprises him, even as his body resumes to sink in your lap— but you continue to find ways to worm into his heart. the thought of complaining never crosses him.

oh, JING YUAN, elegant, refined, and adroit in both marksmanship and leadership. the great general can only fall pilant to one certain foe— you. your hands sift through his hair, locks of snow terribly soft and frizzy in all directions. " it's so soft," you pull the loose strands into makeshift hairstyles of sorts. he looked enchanting as ever, golden rays of light catching his locks in a replenishment shine; then again, he always looked picturesque. the room was quiet, save for his deep sighs that sent a flutter to your heart. jing yuan turns his head to glance at you, but you quickly usher him to sit still as you work out the knots. he couldn't help himself. he just wanted to see your cute face scrunch up in concentration and kiss your jutted lips. he finds appreciation in these details, signaling your endless care for him. he gently pries away one of your hands, placing kisses along the knuckles. " don't worry, my dear," he smiles, moving to kiss your wrist. " i'm all yours." (honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you found a bird hiding deep within the roots. he merely chuckles, kissing your thigh in a show of tenderness. he's far too entranced with your hands tangling in his roots to concern himself with the actual nest he's housing.)

DAN HENG was reading a book, and his hair was just there; loosely tied together in a neat presentation. honestly, how could something taunt you so much, and how could he look so ethereal by just reading?? he notices see you in the corner of his eye, his curiosity already piqued before you even got his hair. " what trouble are you stirring up to this time," he blatantly inquires, serious as ever but deterred by a gentle tone he always speaks to you in. "oh nothing," you giggle. "carry on reading." he cocks a brow but remains quiet. despite himself, he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching when you start to weave your hands in the strands. you tended it with care, combing it out with your fingers and dan heng couldn't bring himself to foucs on the words anymore. he nearly shivers when you suddenly press a kiss to the nape of his neck, his sharp exhale occupying the silence. after a couple blissful moments, he pulls away, book long discarded on the table. you hardly got the chance to whine, not when he gently brings you to sit on his lap. " standing won't be necessary," his hand settles on your hips, pecking you on the cheek. " you will be more comfortable this way."

the skeptical look in GEPARD'S eye progressively falters the longer you curl your fingers in his roots. instead, a form of bliss comes to blend into his countenance, and his lips gape into an 'o' pair with a rosy blush in brew from the proximity. it was hard not to get butterflies in your chest when he rubbed his cheek into your palm. and his eyes went heavy when you scratched the area beneath his ear; he was almost like a puppy of sorts. " you're the most handsome man I know," your lips brush the corner of his mouth, the skin growing warm from your words. before you could pull away, his hand grabs your face and brings you in for a kiss proper - it's messy and hurried, still lacking experience but nonetheless effective in sending a wave of anticipation up your spine." can we stay like this forever?" he shuffles closer to you, nose bumping yours; your hands were still buried deep within his blonde hair and he nearly whines when you brush your thumb over his scalp. the sensation, coupled with your synchronized inhales and exhales was nearly numbing. without realizing it, gepard tucks a loose strand of your own behind your ear, a lovestruck grin finding his lips. when you nod, his smile reaches his eyes.

its no secret that LUOCHA adores your touch. you weren't sure how long he's been using your lap as a pillow, sleepily blinking at you as his hand stroked your thigh. a hum escapes him when you experimentally ran a nail down his head; the way his eyes fluttered shut was almost instantaneous, and he tilted his head to the side to grant you more access. he pushes back the temptation to squirm when you curl your hands on the back on his head, the baby hairs responding to your touch. luocha thinks he might just fall asleep like this, his grip turning lax against your clothes. it's only when you move to twirl his bangs around your pinky that it returns stubbornly. " are you teasing me?" he chooses to ignore the way his heart tickles when you cup his face, batting your eyelashes at him. " i'm just looking at you, you're handsome." he smiles against his own rationality, the expression warming you up far more than the sun's rays ever could. he pinches your chin gently, pulling you down until your lips meet in a sloppy movement, tasting like the jam you had fed him earlier. when his eyes fall shut you had the opportunity to fully admire his bliss expression, lopsided and bright. " thank you," he guides your hand back into his hair but not before pressing a kiss to the palm. " indulge me a little more, my love?"

SAMPO was being oddly quiet. so much so, it was growing unnerving. rather than being met with cheesy one-liners or random kisses to your neck, you were greeted instead by silence and a sampo who laid at your lap unmoving. huh, it seems he's fallen asleep, you thought, taking the advantage to run your fingers through his unkempt hair. it was unruly, increasingly so as you meander your fingers along the roots. sampo forces back his grin when you cup the back of his head, baby hairs elevating to your touch. he does, however, release a sigh when you start to detangle it mindlessly, the outside world momentarily forgotton. your stupor is broken when a drawled "y/n~" intrudes the silence, punctuated by a pinch to your arm. you don't know what was more humiliating: your yelp or the way your body went taut. " were you faking this entire time?" you reeled back, frowning at the mirth glazed in his eyes; you don't get too far when he captures your hand, peppering kisses along the wrist. " don't be so surprised," sampo gives your pulse point a teasing nibble, relishing in the reaction it coaxes from you. " i have tricks up my sleeve too."

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mydearestbeloved · 4 months ago

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Chapter 21 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW:

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

Jinwoo watched you closely as he and his shadows continued their meticulous task of destroying the ant eggs and any stragglers still lurking in the nest. His soldiers, as efficient as ever, moved like an unstoppable tide, bolstered by the shimmering aura of your butterflies. Among the usual flurry of colors, Jinwoo's attention was drawn to one distinct silver—the butterfly that previously hovered near Hunter Cha, never straying far.

He frowned slightly, wracking his brain.

What was its name again? Till? No, that’s not it. Trix? Close, but no. Tick-tack-toe? Wait, what the hell? How does she even remember all of their names in the first place?" He huffed quietly, shaking his head.

He saw you gently cradle the silver butterfly in one hand, a soft smile gracing your lips as the other hand rummaged through your inventory. With practiced ease, you summoned several items that floated around you, suspended in midair. Jinwoo recognized the shimmer of a polished silver gem and the ornate design of a potion bottle filled with liquid that shifted hues between vibrant purple and fiery orange-yellow. The faint golden glow illuminated the items as if presenting them like treasures.

To his surprise, the objects dissolved into a flurry of white butterflies—tinier, ethereal creatures that resembled particles of light more than living beings. They swirled around the silver butterfly before settling into the air above the ground in front of you. Jinwoo squinted as the radiant light seemed to change shape.

When the glow subsided, he found himself staring at a kneeling figure—a woman clad in a ensemble of black and white. The design was elegant and sleek, resembling the human form Red had taken when Jinwoo first met her, yet distinct in its details. The most noticeable feature was the overlay of silver butterfly wings extending behind her, creating an effect akin to an outer skirt or flowing coattails.

Jinwoo watched as you reached out and patted the woman’s head with a fond smile.

“You’ve done well, Trick,” you said softly, your voice full of warmth.

Ah, so that’s its—her name, Jinwoo mused, filing it away in his memory.

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Later, you watch as Jinwoo summoned the former Ant King and officially welcomed him into his legion by bestowing upon him the name Beru. The newly minted shadow bowed before his master with a deep sense of reverence, his antennae twitching in anticipation.

As you approached, Jinwoo nodded at you in acknowledgment—a subtle greeting that you returned with ease—then turned back to the task of coordinating his soldiers. To your surprise, however, Beru bowed deeply in your direction.

You raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity passing over your face. “Why do you bow to me?” you asked, your tone calm but inquisitive. “I’m not your master, nor was I the one who defeated you.”

Beru straightened slightly, his antennae twitching as if considering how best to respond. “I can feel,” he began, his voice measured and polite, “that My Liege already holds My Lady in the highest regard.” His antennae twitched again, as if punctuating the statement, and you caught the faintest shimmer of admiration in his glowing eyes.

You blinked, taken aback. Sure, some of your children called you as such, but the title “My Lady” straight from Jinwoo’s shadow soldiers was brand new, and the way Beru said it carried an odd mixture of respect and familiarity. Is this something Jinwoo instructed, or is it something Beru decided on his own? you wondered.

Though you had read the manhwa, you were unused to this side of Beru—polished, deferential, and subdued. Was it because he’s only just been awakened as Jinwoo’s soldier? you thought. You remembered how in the manhwa, Beru often showered Jinwoo with flowery praises and dramatic declarations. This version of him, freshly reborn, was a bit different.

You were about to question Beru further, curiosity piqued, when a sudden flash of silver and hints of orange-yellow entered your vision.

---

"Is she… hissing at him?" Jinwoo asked incredulously, his eyes narrowing in disbelief as the odd scene before him unfolded. His gaze flickered from the silver-haired woman—your butterfly, Trick, now manifest in her humanoid form—to the tall figure holding her aloft like a squirming misbehaved cat.

Red, your other butterfly and Trick’s elder sister in a way, stood impassively, her expression unreadable as always. The height difference made the whole situation look absurdly comedic. Trick’s thrashing, her hands clawing at the air and her feet kicking, only added to the spectacle.

"She’s definitely hissing," you confirmed with a sigh, pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose. The frustration in your voice betrayed how accustomed you were to such antics.

Jinwoo’s gaze flickered back to Beru, who stood behind him with his head slightly cocked to the side, the faintest wisps of black mist curling off parts of his neck. Trick's claws—or whatever equivalent her humanoid form had—had evidently done a number on the Shadow Ant. Her orange-streaked yellow eyes glowed with such intensity that Jinwoo couldn’t help but wonder if she was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. If Trick had chosen to use a beast-like form instead of this human one, Jinwoo imagined she’d be foaming at the mouth by now, her silver hair—fur? Whatever—would be bristling, her fangs bared, and perhaps a low growl vibrating through the air.

"Honestly, it’s like dealing with squabbling children." you muttered under your breath, though your gaze softened as it landed on Trick. The bond you shared with your "children" made their emotions as transparent to you as an open book. You knew Trick’s rage wasn’t born of whimsy—it had a cause, one tied to her fiercely protective instincts.

Jinwoo raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in amusement. "You tell me. Did Beru step on her toes or something?"

Jinwoo looked between Trick and Beru, his lips twitching as if suppressing a laugh. “Beru,” he said finally, fixing his soldier with a questioning stare. “Do you have any idea why she’s reacting like this?”

The towering ant shifted uncomfortably, his usual air of unshakable confidence dampened. “If I may inquire, My Lady,” Beru began—Again with that, your brows slightly furrowed—his deep voice uncharacteristically measured, “what grievance have I caused to incur such wrath from your esteemed creation?” His antennae twitched as if nervously seeking your approval.

You turned your attention back to Trick, who was still glaring daggers at Beru, and let out a long sigh. “Well…” You trailed off, carefully choosing your words. "It’s not about you, exactly."

"Then what is it about?" Jinwoo chimed in, crossing his arms and leaning slightly to the side for a better view of Trick’s furious expression.

You hesitated before answering, not quite sure whether to laugh or groan at the absurdity of it all. "You hurt her favorite friend," you finally explained.

Jinwoo frowned, tilting his head. “Her favorite friend?”

“Hae-In,” you clarified, crossing your arms and shooting Trick a knowing look. “Trick has a soft spot for her. She’s been watching over her ever since we met her. Seeing you injure her during the raid must’ve left a… lasting impression.”

Beru’s posture straightened, though the faintest trace of guilt crept into his expression. “Ah,” he said quietly. "I see. My actions during my life as an ant appear to have caused unintended grief. For this, I offer my sincerest apologies, to My Lady and her esteemed creations.”

You only sighed, still not getting used to Beru’s…politeness to you. Jinwoo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but said nothing as the scene continued to unfold. Red, meanwhile, silently tilted her head, her question clear even without words. You caught her gaze and waved her off. “It’s fine, Red. Let her go.”

Red nodded and gently set Trick down. The moment her feet touched the ground, Trick darted toward Beru like a missile. Before she could reach her target, however, she froze mid-air, a faint golden aura wrapping around her as your hand glowed softly. You lifted her effortlessly, the action reminiscent of a mother cat carrying her kitten by the scruff. Jinwoo let out a low chuckle at the sight, unable to help himself.

“Trick,” you called gently, your tone firm yet kind. Her glowing orange-silver eyes snapped to yours, and the fiery anger within them dimmed slightly. “I know you’re upset, but remember—Beru is one of Jinwoo’s shadows now. He’s not our enemy anymore.”

Trick’s lips pressed into a thin line, and though her arms crossed stubbornly, she offered no further resistance. Reluctantly, you lowered her to the ground.

“Good girl,” you said softly, patting her head. At your touch, Trick practically melted, leaning into your hand like a contented cat. Jinwoo could almost see the image of her butterfly form, wings glowing in delighted contentment.

"You’ve got an interesting way of keeping everyone in line," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement.

You shot him a dry look. "Says the guy with an army of shadows who jump at his every whim,"

He shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Touché.”

Beru stepped forward cautiously, bowing deeply. “My Lady, I assure you, I will strive to amend this misunderstanding and avoid offending your creation in the future."

You waved a dismissive hand, already tired of the situation. “Just avoid provoking her. She’s protective, that’s all.”

“Protective is an understatement,” Jinwoo muttered, earning himself another glare from you.

“Bad,” you chided Trick when she moved to lunge at Beru again. She froze instantly, her shoulders slumping as if your single word had deflated her entirely. Her lips trembled, and she whimpered like a scolded child, teary-eyed and all that.

Satisfied she wouldn’t try anything else, you turned back to Jinwoo. “Don’t push it,” you warned, your tone carrying a sharp edge.

Jinwoo raised his hands in mock surrender, though his smirk remained firmly in place. “Noted.”

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"Do your best, My Child. Fool them to their deaths."

Jinwoo remembered the exact words you said to Trick when he ordered Beru to eliminate the rest of the ants, especially the ones that managed to escape the island’s perimeters.

As the cleanup of the ant colony continued, Jinwoo observed Trick in action. She commanded her silver siblings with ruthless efficiency, her abilities seamlessly complementing Beru’s as they tracked down and eliminated the remaining ants.

"For someone who was plotting Beru’s murder just moments ago, she works very well with him," Jinwoo remarked, his tone light as he glanced in your direction.

You didn’t miss a beat. “I taught all my children to separate work and personal grievances, thank you very much.”

“Uh-huh,” Jinwoo replied, the skepticism evident in his voice. His gaze shifted back to the battlefield, where a particularly large cluster of ants was being lured directly into Beru’s path, clearly overloading him with unnecessary targets.

Jinwoo smirked. "You sure about that?"

“She’s sending way too many ants toward him, isn’t she?”

"I'd appreciate it if you can tell her to stop, but...” Jinwoo drawled out with a grin.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperation washing over you for the nth time today.

He chuckled, "Good thing my new soldier’s tough enough to handle her, huh?"

Before you could respond, the system’s obnoxiously cheerful tone chimed in.

[You lost this time, ‘Trial’ Player.]

You groaned, turning away, determined not to give Jinwoo and the system the satisfaction of seeing your frustration. As futile as it was, you continued to mutter under your breath.

“Damnit.”

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Breaking News!

"5th Jeju Island Raid Ends with Unprecedented Results!"

4802 hunters in participation. 727 regular awakened mobilized. Of those, 46 awakened lost their lives, and 32 civilians sustained injuries—historically the lowest numbers for a raid of this magnitude!

Special Note: Flowers mysteriously appearing during the battle have left many intrigued. “What’s the deal with these flowers popping up out of nowhere?!” exclaimed one baffled netizen.

18 hunters announced immediate permanent retirement post-raid, citing personal reasons. Notably, Min Byung-Gyu, the esteemed Healer who returned from the brink of death, is among them. However, Hunter Min declined to comment further.

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As the memorial service for the fallen Hunters drew to a close, Jinwoo lingered in the crowd to pay his respects. His expression was unreadable, a careful mask concealing the myriad of emotions beneath. He had done his part, both in the raid and in honoring the sacrifices of the deceased.

"I don’t know how you did it, but…" Baek Yoonho added after his previous statements to Jinwoo, voice thick with emotion. "Thank you. For saving him."

Jinwoo paused, his lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "It’s not me you should be thanking for that," he replied simply, offering no further explanation, his tone laced with quiet conviction. Without waiting for a response, he turned to leave, leaving Baek Yoonho staring after him, puzzled but still thankful.

Jinwoo's gaze swept the crowd until his eyes landed on Cha Hae-In. She stood a short distance away and caught his eye, her expression warm as she mouthed a quiet, ‘Thank you.’ Jinwoo nodded once in acknowledgment, appreciating the sincerity in her unspoken words.

As his eyes continued to roam, they eventually found you, standing still among the mourners. Your posture was still and composed, a faintly distant look in your eyes as though you were seeing beyond the moment, even as your head bowed slightly in reverence. When you noticed his gaze, you met it briefly before closing your eyes and turning back to the solemn proceedings, making no effort to move or acknowledge him further. Jinwoo took it as a sign.

Alright, Jinwoo thought as he noticed the Association’s official approaching, informing him that Chairman Go Gunhee wishes to speak with him. I needed to talk with him too anyway, as he followed the official, his eyes flickered back to you one last time. Huh, for a fleeting moment, he allowed himself a small observation.

She looks good in black.

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Jinwoo should’ve finished his talk with the Chairman by now.

You thought as you slowly made your way toward the edge of the memorial grounds. The crowd was thinning, the lingering sense of grief and loss still hung in the air, but it was something you had grown accustomed to in this world, where sacrifice and loss often overshadowed victory. You had done what you could. The lives lost had been honored, and those who had survived could move on, at least for a while.

Out of the corner of your vision, a butterfly caught your eye—its wings shimmered in hues of green, black, and silver as it fluttered through the mourners—the child you had tasked to keep watch over a certain healer. Now it circled nearby as if to confirm the man’s presence.

Though you hadn’t expected him to notice you.

What were the odds? For him, standing in the middle of the sea of mourners, to notice you in the far back-end?

Your gaze drifted in the direction it came from, from where you stood, your gaze locked with Min Byung-Gyu’s. Recognition flickered briefly in his eyes before he looked away, his expression carefully neutral. You mirrored his action, calmly turning and continuing on your path.

You trusted him—he had made his vow to stay silent about what had transpired in that strange, timeless space where the two of you had crossed paths. Still, his awareness of you felt like a ripple in still water, a detail you couldn’t entirely dismiss. Though, should Min Byung-Gyu ever stray from his promise, the system would intervene.

Just as you began to retreat into your thoughts, a familiar voice broke through.

"(Name)."

You turned to see Jinwoo approaching with his usual gait. And, as you fell into steps beside him, he slowed his pace to match yours.

"When are you free?" he asked, his tone casual but with an undertone of anticipation.

You only hummed, tilting your head slightly, indicating to him that you'd need a bit more context than that.

"For that dinner," Jinwoo clarified.

Oh. Your steps faltered briefly.

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"Sir?!" Woo Jinchul's voice rose in panic as Chairman Go Gunhee suddenly collapsed to his knees. The aide was at his side in an instant, his hands steadying the older man as he gave him a reassuring pat on the arm.

His sharp mind momentarily dulled by a wave of overwhelming warmth that left him gasping, Go Gunhee only laughed lightly, dismissing his subordinate's concern with a wave of his hand. "My apologies, Jinchul," he said, his voice calm despite the situation. " These old bones are finally starting to show their age. "

"Chairman, this isn't something to brush off!" Jinchul protested, his grip firm as he helped the older man back to his feet, then to a nearby bench. The concern etched across his features was evident, his brow furrowed deeply as he assessed the chairman's condition.

"Sir, should I call for a medic? We can—"

"That won't be necessary," Go Gunhee interrupted gently but firmly, shaking his head.

However, Go Gunhee’s attention was no longer on his subordinate— his sharp, seasoned gaze fixed on the direction Hunter Sung Jinwoo had disappeared moments earlier. Or rather, where they had disappeared.

It was ancient, commanding, and unyielding. Like a fragment of an endless abyss brushing against his very soul.

—Kneel. You are in the presence of [][][] [][][][][][][].

The fragmented sensation lingered, a half-heard whisper reverberating in the depths of his consciousness. It wasn't the first time he had felt something like this, though the last occasion was buried in the annals of his long memory, far back when the world was still grappling with the sudden appearance of Gates.

Yet, the air still thrummed with a residual warmth, all-encompassing and unrelenting, an energy that felt simultaneously divine and otherworldly. It wasn’t Jinwoo’s presence that lingered this time. It was hers.

“Chairman?” Jinchul’s voice brought him back, laced with worry.

“Hmm,” Gunhee hummed in thought, forcing himself to focus. “Woo Jinchul,” he called, his voice steady but thoughtful.

"Sir?" The younger man straightened immediately, awaiting orders.

"Investigate the young woman who accompanied Hunter Sung today," the Chairman instructed, his tone firm despite the fatigue in his posture, his gaze still fixed on that same direction. "I believe I’ve seen her somewhere before. Perhaps in our records of Hunters."

Jinchul hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Understood, sir. I’ll pull up all available data and cross-check our archives. Do you have any specific details that might help narrow the search?"

Gunhee's gaze remained, his thoughts distant. "No… but something tells me she isn’t someone we can overlook. There's an aura about her—" he paused, searching for the right words, "—similar to Hunter Sung, like she’s walked through storms most of us can't even imagine, though notably subtler."

Jinchul glanced toward that direction as well, though no trace of Jinwoo or his companion remained. "Do you believe she’s a threat, sir?"

"Threat?" Gunhee repeated softly. He tilted his head slightly, pondering the question. "No… not quite.”

“Let’s just say... it’s better to err on the side of caution.”

Jinchul's frown deepened as he processed the chairman’s words.

"I’ll begin the investigation immediately," Jinchul assured.

"Good," Gunhee said, finally tearing his gaze away. "Let me know as soon as you find anything."

"Yes, Sir," Jinchul replied, already mentally cataloging the resources he’d need to dive into such a search.

As Jinchul guided him toward the car, Go Gunhee couldn’t shake the lingering impression. For years, he had dedicated himself to understanding the dangers that plagued their world, studying Hunters, Gates, and the forces behind them. Yet here he was, feeling unsettled by the presence of one woman.

As they drove away, he couldn’t help but glance out the window, back toward the direction Jinwoo and the woman had gone.

What kind of secret was Sung Jinwoo hiding now?

End Note:

Unfinished Draft of [25/11/2024] -

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drabblesandsnippets · 3 months ago

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Imagine... (‘I'm your present!’)

Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female reader

December Daze Challenge - Day 26 - @the-slumberparty

Warnings: (380w) Everyone’s alive and happy. Mention of Christmas. Friends to lovers. Vague description of lingerie.

Imagine the holidays at the compound, a mixture of elegant and whimsical decorations filling every room, fairy lights illuminating the hallways. The festivities are endless, boisterous laughter spilling across the shared space, various inviting smells emanating from the kitchen. One of your favorite parts is after things eventually quiet down and Bucky walks you back to your room, the two of you taking the long way to have more time together. In between the comfortable silence there’s heartfelt conversations and playful flirting, your friendship never crossing that line despite the obvious shared attraction. You’ve been patiently waiting for him to make a move, wanting to play into any lingering 1940’s sensibilities, but after yet another missed opportunity it’s time for a different approach. With your usual fearlessness and rarely-lacking confidence guiding you, a fateful game of Secret Santa has you sneaking into Bucky’s unoccupied room to surprise him with his gift. He walks in to find you standing at the foot of his bed, wearing sheer, unwrap-me lingerie that shows off your curves, the wide satin bow strategically tied across your breasts. One look from Bucky and the ungodly amount of time it took you to find the perfect size, and figure out how to evenly tie it, makes it all worth it. For several long seconds, he just stands there, mouth agape, eyes wide and unblinking, his gaze traveling from your bare legs all the way up to the bright smile lighting your face. After an initial indecipherable, muttered curse, Bucky lets out a hopeful laugh and stutters out, “Wha- What is this?” With your arms held wide to give him an even better view, you explain, “I’m your secret santa.” A playful twirl and then, “Merry Christmas!” Still in a bit of shock, color spreading across his cheeks, Bucky slowly shakes his head and sharply exhales, “Is this really happening?” “It is,” you laugh, his growing smirk giving you butterflies. “Do you like it?” “Do I-?” He’s interrupted by his own incredulous laugh before telling you, “Jesus, doll, this is- yes, I like it! I-.” A pause to let his gaze linger at the bow hiding most of your cleavage and Bucky’s excitedly asking, “Do I get to… if I pull on that, what'll happen?” “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

Day 25 | Imagine… Masterlist | Day 27

More is coming for these two!

Banners by @cafekitsune - Divider by @saradika-graphics

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werezmastarbucks · 28 days ago

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there's always a quiet one

masterlist - part 2 of 6

in which you meet a certain SUGA at Namjoon's birthday party

word count: 4414

warnings: none

music: steven universe by l.dre, already dead by lofi.samurai, unsaved info by joji, lost! by rm

Kim Namjoon has passed the test. Not only was he polite and not a maneater with a coke nose; he also seemed infintely grateful to you for protecting his baby sister. The capacity for compassion in his brain was just the same size as the others; he acknowledged even the fact that you knew nobody at the party, except Minji and Jungkook (and the latter, very vaguely), and asked you to be comfortable and not stress. Minji kept tugging on your hand and repeating that they are good boys. She seemed to like this phrase a lot.

First thing after finishing the conversation with birthday boy, you strolled towards the boat bar room where someone with black bangs guided you. His name was probably Taehyung because that's what Minji called him. You found all the people present on the marine vehicle absolutely stunning. They were like people from the TV - in their TV skins. It was maddening. All equally pretty, Minji included, which made you want to hide. You had no idea how usual people look to them and was afraid of meeting them all; you counted seven other men on the boat, excluding Namjoon, yourself and Minji. Jungkook, the guy from the music videos, billboards and CK ads, had an unmistakeably sweet baby face in reality. His gaze was curious and inviting, and he constantly chewed on his lower lip. On your way to the bar you greeted someone and recognized Jimin (sweet voice, object of obsession for crazy stalkers in the news) in this person.

"Are you also in BTS?" you asked him in a whisper. Maybe you should have researched beforehand, but Minji failed to mention their names until today, so. Jimin pressed his lips together and you saw he was trying not to laugh. His nostrils grew with the effort.

"Almost everyone is", he helped. He smelled like candy and his hair looked like cotton candy, too. Amazingly glistening eyes, like he was on something. But his careful disposition and tender voice betrayed his gentleness:

"That guy, in the Abramovich shirt? He is the only one who's not from the band. He's Namjoon's best friend. The rest of us are... well, us", he spoke English with elegant fairy accent of unknown origin.

"And you're Y/N, right? Minji keeps talking about you non-stop. You're the first normal friend she made in years".

This sounded sad. You nodded. Said that it was nice to meet him, and Jimin asked if you're okay.

"Yes, but I am a little star struck, even though I am ignorant about most of you".

Jimin bit his lower lip with a content smile.

"Yes, it's the vibe I give off", he suddenly changed into a very happy person, "no worries. No worries".

"I need a drink".

"On, Yoongi will make you one, he's already hiding in there", Jimin stabbed the air behind his shoulder with his thumb. "Have fun".

This wasn't mortifying at all, you thought. Jimin himself was like a butterfly that was more scared of you, than the other way around. The boat, although music blasted on the deck outside, was relatively peaceful: people (men) were sitting around on sofas, chatting, their legs crossed, and Minji, as you expected her to do, kind of forgot about you once she saw all her 'good boys'. She was somewhere outside: you could see the segment of her dark haired head in the small window.

You headed on into the bar and finally found yourself in a tiny, stylishly furnished space: same glistening wood, beige leather. You wondered if this boat was rented, or belonged exclusively to Namjoon.

A wide back stood at the bar counter, tee black, hair, raven black, in black jeans, all black. But when he turned around, his face was round and white like the moon. Before seeing him you were thinking that you've yet to meet a non-conventionally beautiful person in here, and here he was. You got fairly used to seeing the local faces everywhere, since you were in Seoul. Still, he looked slightly different, and you didn't know what it was.

"Hi", his voice was low and his mouth, round, produced the sound with certain roughness of unwillingness. He's already hiding in there.

Although, upon looking at you, his brow was raised a little, opening up the eyes.

"Y/N?"

"Yes", you walked to the counter and observed the variety of alcohol. You quickly got confused with the huge amounts of similarly looking bottles.

"What are you drinking?"

He sounded like a very diligent student of English that tried to enunciate his syllables. You hummed, head empty, brain busy working out his name. There was familiarity to his face.

"Something that I can drink for a long time and not vomit later".

"Got it", he said with a little bit more enthusiasm and started working at once. His hands flew up to a shelf and grabbed a bottle. You decided to test him a little.

"How was the funeral?"

Instead of frowning, or smiling, he replied nonchalantly:

"Boring as hell. They all had long faces like someone died".

Finally, you both snickered, delighted by the seamless run of the joke you synchronized. You watched him, and as the smile touched his lips, you could see his teeth, and finally, it clicked in your brain.

"Oh, I saw your face on a bus".

Yoongi's shoulders shook with silent laughter. The guy had the effortless magnetism about him. It was a shame, you thought, he wasn't attractive.

"It's weird seeing you move, like, in reality".

Yoongi twitched his head to brush off the hair from the eyes and finally turned to you with his whole body. His eyes started sliding down you, and stopped at the collarbone.

"I try not to move, generally".

He started stirring the drink and then craned his neck in search of a straw, allowing the tip of his tongue to travel across his lower lip. The thick silver earring shimmered through the black hair and you looked away. He was all shades of moon-pale and light pink. The more animated he became, the more interesting he got, actually.

"Minji keeps talking about you", he said with the undetectable tone to his voice. You spotted a colorful straw in a metal jar to your left and took one to plop into your drink.

"Do you need one?"

"No, thank you. She mentioned you work at a university".

"Yeah", you nodded, "what about you?"

He smiled again, letting out a sigh at the same time. He didn't look tortured, but seemed to avoid looking you in the eye.

"I am in a band. Here you go".

As soon as the first gulp of the drink slithered down your throat, you realized several things. Yoongi is super, painfully shy; or he plainly hates you. Also, he is great at making cocktails. He suddenly turned his eyes to you, dark in contrast with his pale skin, to see if you like it.

"Have you eaten?"

You were taken aback by this question. Only Minji asked you that usually, because she was someone close to you. Yoongi nodded towards the glass in your hands:

"It's strong. You should eat before you drink a lot".

You nodded,

"We had pizza in a taxi".

Yoongi's mouth was pulled in a smile again:

"Did Minji drop any pieces on the floor?"

They were really close.

"Yes", you laughed, "smeared the driver's seat with ketchup".

Yoongi winced.

"She is so funny", you said, heartfelt, a sudden wave of love for your friend washing over you. The silent laughter he mastered, that shook his shoulders, made you smile as well.

"She has been the greatest support for me in adapting here", you had no idea why you said it.

"Did you live here long?"

His H's had adorable rigour to them. He tried too much to sound as clearly as possible and that showed his inner hardworking, simplistic nature.

"About two years now".

He nodded significantly.

"Yes, being alone is difficult", his eyes pierced through your face, "where are you from?"

You named your country, and Yoongi nodded again, like he was recording the data into inner software.

"Imagine the shock of differences. The new job, the new people around, and generally, loneliness. And Minji just held me through that, for the last seven months".

Yoongi managed to smirk with only one half of his mouth, showing pale salmon of his gums. His mouth, producing careful and weighed sounds and words, working not to break the bridge of connection between you.

"You fail to mention how you killed her ex with a bottle of soju".

The Korean word that fell out from his tongue had a pleasant grumble to it.

You choked on your cocktail, and Yoongi pursed his lips and smiled only with his eyes.

"Is that what she's telling you nowadays?"

"I am hyperbolizing a little. But the point stands".

"Is he dead though?"

Suga ran his hand through his hair, texture so soft that it literally cascaded back, released by his palm.

"Who cares", he stretched, his voice low. Timbre was satisfying, scratching the right spot in your brain. You felt your lips and cheeks go hot and focused on your drink while the guy kept himself busy with his own glass. Yoongi was simpler about this and just poured himself some whiskey and plopped a cube of ice into it.

"I'm sorry", he said suddenly, and you looked up, "when I am not at my best, I am unfriendly".

"At least you're not loud like the upstairs", you murmured approvingly. The bar space was slightly lower compared to the main cabin.

"There's always a quiet one", he readily agreed, with the same kind of pride that filled Jimin when you told him about being star struck.

"Give me twenty minutes", he continued, pressing the glass to his lips, but he didn't have a chance to finish, as Minji threw herself into the narrow space of the bar.

"Yoongi!" she yelped, and stepped towards him, finding a place under his arm immediately. Yoongi pressed her to himself like he, not Namjoon, was her older brother. Her eyes twinkled at you; was she already drunk?

"Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?"

Oh, please for the love of Christ, don't start it, you thought and shook your head violently.

"No, you didn't".

Minji looked up at unperturbed Yoongi and left his side.

"Then I need to kidnap you. I'm already tired of them, and it's barely been an hour. Let's go on the deck".

And so she pulled your hand and relieved you of Yoongi's company. You tried not to attribute it to anything. He was, after all, a celebrity. Probably crafted face. Crafted personality. Maybe he had this specific role in the band, of the quiet and suave guy. You were happy to step away from him, thinking, how does Minji not get delirious, being surrounded by not one, but six of them?

On the deck, the sun was very slowly setting, and Seoul was floating on the side, slick, glistening, like on a vintage film. It was a breathtaking picture which you two enjoyed for a while. You took pictures of the sunset, and Minji gently warned you not to record or take pictures of the members, and you understood. She wasn't too concerned about it; she kept babbling at you to fill you in on who you're partying with.

"Seong-won, he's Namjoon's school time friend. He's just a normal guy like you and me. But the rest of them, you'll want to remember, you naughty foreigner", she scolded you playfully. "Have you met them? I've seen you talking with Jimin".

She met someone's eyes and you looked up. A tall guy passed you by and made a face at Minji. He nodded to you gravely, which you found funny.

"Do they all have a skill or something?" you laughed, "this one is super amusing".

Minji grinned.

"This is Jin. He is known as the most handsome in the band. My brother, Namjoon, is the leader. He is the most level-headed. You'll see tonight".

"I'd think Yoongi is", you raised your eyebrow.

"Great, you know some names! Yoongi is honestly sometimes a little unhinged. He is quiet for now, but wait until he gets into the mood".

She tapped her nail on the banister. The warm, juicy September air with still a huge whiff of August, was filling your nostrils and hair. A little bit more like that, and you'd get used to this feeling of freedom.

"Jimin is the gentle one, he is, like, always soothing to be around".

You nodded. Checks out. She was naming them like Pokémon: Taehyung is the unpredictable and smooth one; Jungkook is the youngest, and thus, he is everybody's favorite and also super talented. There's nothing he's bad at! Hobi, or Hoseok is the dancer, he dances everywhere, he can't stop dancing. Even now, when you turned your head to illustrate her words, the guy was moving smoothly to the sound of music.

"It's very easy to make him laugh", Minji added.

They all had a characteristic, you noticed. Like characters in a movie.

"They are good boys", she thought out loud, her eyes staring somewhere in the distance.

"Are you already drunk?"

"A little", Minji admitted, "I hope you have fun here. I didn't wanna force you, you know".

"So far it's entertaining, I must admit", you said. You turned towards the open door and was looking into the cabin. Yoongi emerged from the bar with his whiskey glass and walked slowly towards the dancing Hoseok. The latter instantly put his arm around Yoongi's broad shoulder. They swayed together slowly.

"They are super cosy with each other", you noticed.

"They have grown together, all seven of them. Jungkook was just fifteen when they started training together. They've been through all of it, everything", Minji's voice quivered a bit, and you stared at her with surprise.

"Sorry. I get emotional. They are..."

"Good boys?"

She gulped down her drink.

The party went on. As the sky turned redder, everybody went out on the deck to take pictures or just look. Jin was screaming at Hoseok (you watched them very closely to memorize their names):

"Film me! Film me now!" in Korean. You noticed that this whole company was trying to adjust when in close proximity to you and switched to somewhat broken but sincerely sweet English in your earshot.

"Picture, please!" Jin cried, when his eyes noticed you're looking, and started laughing at himself, "J-Hope, picture, please!"

It was honestly mellow and fun. They took pictures in pairs and in threes, and then you offered to take one picture of all of them, together, but they all couldn't fit in one shot on a narrow deck. Jungkook spent painfully long minutes trying to help you create a certain shape they could stand in, so that they would fit. He offered holding someone on his and Namjoon's shoulders, and got slapped, and shut up finally.

The sun was sliding down the dusty sky, skyscrapers on land growing darker, ember, and commotion slowly moved back inside where music became louder. Two cocktails down, you still felt adequate, thanks to Yoongi; he made you the second when you found him again at the bar. Back at the cabin, you enjoyed observing their chatter, unconcerned with having to socialise too much. Taehyung, whom you confused with Jin once, heard Jimin say to you "no worries" and kept mimicking him; everytime he passed you by, he asked something, or offered a piece of food like sacrifice, and kept saying 'no worries, no worries'.

Namjoon made it his mission to leave a classy impression on you, introducing everybody again, but way more professionally than his sister. He explained who did what in the greatest phenomenon of all time, which was BTS. You watched his mouth move with the words like "vocals" and "rap line" and hoped that he understands that all this information is about to skip your brain because you're getting slowly drunk. Still, out of respect he naturally installed in you, you listened and asked questions. You asked about the posters he's collecting, and what art he likes, and what books he reads, and he seemed genuinely intelligent and nice. His face was smooth, without a single defect, and he was a gentleman.

"I hope you understand that you are stuck with us for as long as you live here", he said in his impeccable American English that you also found borderline endearing and amusing.

"Huh?"

"Minji thinks she's in great debt to you. We don't know what Taejeong would've done if it hadn't been for you", he clarified, "he was always a very violent and abusive man".

You stepped a little closer to him and got a whiff of his subtle cologne.

"Why was she with him?" you whispered, covering your mouth with your hand.

Namjoon shrugged.

"The mystery of attraction. Our parents raised us pretty well and she's never been slapped around the house like I have. So I don't know where it came from".

"You are very well spoken", you complimented him. Namjoon seemed pleased to no end, and for the third time today you saw a wild BTS prideful boy peek through:

"Thank you. I've been listening to American rap all my life".

The pairs switched. The sun was so low that the light switched on, and the mood changed. You managed to crawl towards an unoccupied armchair and fell into it to observe from aside. Someone was being loud in the bar below. Suddenly Jungkook exclaimed:

"UNO!"

"Oh, there we go", you heard the low voice above your ear. You hadn't noticed Yoongi, blending in with the black leather, sitting in the armchair next to you.

"Now we play Uno because Jungkook will nag until everybody wants to play. Then he will win and make everybody do a Lambada or something".

"At this point I don't mind", you mused, looking into your empty glass.

"Min Yoongi, I need another one".

His slow yet sharp eyes switched to you.

"Have you eaten?"

Everything happened exactly as Yoongi predicted. Jungkook had a special, strange grip on people: they cheated for him and pulled their punches on him. Being literally the youngest in the whole group, he got to laugh with his tongue out while everybody admired him. You won two games, Yoongi won two as well; everytime he sat next to you and you dealt on him, you said his full name out loud to remember it better. You did the same with your other neighbors. Jungkook won five games and everybody decided that it wasn't worth it anymore. Hoseok did Lambada because he hasn't won a single time. The music was playing loud enough, and people were relaxed. They started dancing and you might have joined, but first you went downstairs to fix yourself a new drink since your personal barista forgot about it.

Once you were back, you all but flew onto Minji who was dying laughing; she was thoroughly enjoying the boy's club, so you wondered if your presence was ever needed in the first place.

In the cabin, the following was erupting: Namjoon's childhood friend whose name you forgot because he hadn't sat next to you once in Uno, lay on the armchair looking completely dead. BTS in full number were joined at the shoulder, jumping together, all seven of them, chanting with the music. Jungkook was in the very middle of them. You've never seen such a explosively happy picture before, you thought. This was almost insane. They were jumping in synch, all chanting and laughing, even Yoongi, and suddenly, Minji shrieked:

"Maknae throw!"

Jungkook threw himself up in a hop, and Jin, together with Namjoon, on his sides, took his weight onto themselves, and in the next second Jungkook was in the air performing the smallest flip in boat dancing history. Once he landed, the chain was complete again, and they continued singing, turning towards their passed out friend, trying to wake him up.

"They do that every time", Minji was roaring with laughter, and you realized that your jaws were separated, and your mouth which was used to crying, swearing and yawning, hooted with joy as well.

More dancing ensued, and one body got detached from the rest and floated towards you. You were trying to collect your legs, knees spreading, alcohol circulating in your blood. Where Yoongi's professional, probably alcoholic hand, knew the exact balance between making it tipsy and drunk, you just poured yourself a whole lot of soju and added a little juice to it. As you noticed Yoongi's white face approach the armchairs in the pink-purple party light, you shook your head:

"I haven't eaten".

He disappeared like a spirit and then reemerged the same way. Your mind was skipping fractions of time, video input changing into flashes of moments: his hand, pale, with visible veins, holding a plate towards you, as he is sitting down. You take the plate as carefully as you can and shove whatever's on it in your mouth. The birthday cake and some fruit. You hope you eat it with a fork and not your hand. The present gifting ceremony went well in the beginning of the evening: even if Kim Namjoon, the millionaire, deemed your antique store vases worthless, he hid this feeling very deep inside. He looked sincerely happy as he observed them, and handled them carefully, passing one of them to Hoseok for inspection. Now, you finished his birthday cake, and potassium from the banana suddenly brought back some of consciousness to you.

"Okay?" he asked. You suddenly realized Yoongi is still next to you. His face looked quite different in this light: he pushed his hair behind his ears and looked like a gun for hire now. You informed him about it, and he replied with a condescending lopsided smile. You were past the point of trying to to embarrass yoursef in front of an idol. He didn't dwell on you too long, it seemed. Speaking in such loud room was hard.

"Why", you yelled, shifting your body closer to make him hear, "do you call yourself Sugar?"

His shoulders shook.

"It's not Sugar, it's Suga. I like basketball", he cut the noise wave with his hand, putting it like a shield against your heads as you leaned onto each other.

"There is a position in basketball, shooting guard. SU-GA".

"That's quite smart", you muttered.

"Thank you. Why do you call yourself spoilt?" there was a spark in his eye. He was smiling again.

You frowned at first, and he didn't help. It was a good five seconds staring into his pitch-black eyes before you realized the top you're wearing said SPOILT in nostalgic nineties font.

"It's because life spoilt me, you know", you strangely reminded yourself of Jin with his awkward, jokingly delicate English, "it's just so good to me".

"Do you know Sebadoh?" he asked. It sounded like a demon name. You shook your head, and the boat, together with Yoongi, swayed.

"It's a band. They have a song with this title", he pointed at your top.

"Spoiled. I saw you and it started playing in my head and wouldn't stop".

He found it amusing, apparently. It warranted another wide smile. While you were thinking of what to say to that, Minji joined you, her face glistening with sweat, hair slicked back like she was shooting an erotic movie. She looked good, flushed, the vein on her throat pumping. Yoongi raised his eyes and looked at her. For some twisted reason a small part of you suddenly had a hope that he doesn't ask her if she's eaten.

Minji crashed onto the armrest by your side and bowed down to hear you both:

"Whatcha doing?"

"Playing basketball", you uttered, your brain partying there, with the rest of the crowd. Minji opened her mouth showing her white pearl teeth. Yoongi gestured for her to take his armchair and gave her his place. He retreated silently into the dancing crowd, bopping his head lazily, then took a sharp step aside as Jungkook attempted to throw himself onto his hyung's shoulders.

"How do you like them?"

You had to give it to Minji, she didn't abandon you all the way and wasn't speaking nonsense. She was happily tipsy, her body clearly craving more dancing, more movement, more action. She was biting her lower lip, scanning them with her eyes.

"Which one do you like the most?"

She nudged you with her shoulder. You scratched your head and discovered a small cut on your forearm you didn't even remember getting.

"Uuhhh..."

"Come on. Tell me and I'll tell you", she flashed her predatory smile in the red light, and you felt corrupted. You shrugged.

"I guess your brother is the most handsome so far".

Minji made the funniest face, pursing her lips and bulging her eyes.

"He i-i-sss, isn't he? He's totally a heartthroob, Namjoon. Wow. I approve, Y/N. Do you wanna dance with him?"

A chucke escaped your mouth.

"No, I don't wanna dance".

"Ah, you're a party, hater, just like Yoongi hyung".

She got distracted and pointed her finger into the dancing male bodies. Yoongi was in the middle, his left hand clutching Hoseok's neck in a firm lock, and his right, trying to get the hair off his face.

"By the way", Minji laid her chin on your shoulder, about to deliver the craziest line so far, "I am sleeping with him. Occasionally. You know, no strings attached".

The music got really loud all of a sudden, bashing your head in. You lost her voice in the torrent of it.

"What? With Yoongi?"

Minji was already vibing again and gave you a naive, careless stare. She nodded, then moved towards you again.

"Yes, you see, I was so in love with Teojeong... I had to break this feeling, and one evening, we just sort of met, and he was in his white sweatshirt, you know I love it, and he made me laugh so much, God, I don't know what happened, but now we're friends with benefits".

"Is he good?" you wondered out loud, your eyes still transfixed on him, for the last time, you guessed. Jin stepped out of the crowd and crooked his finger, calling Minji in.

"Uh-huh!" she jumped up instantly, and you saw the back of her. The music changed, a slow song filling the cabin, and almost all the boys vanished from the dancing spot. Only Jin and Minji were in each other's arms, both drunk and giggling. Taehyung approached you slowly:

"Dance?"

He read it on your face, but still, his hand was in the air before you:

"No worries, no worries. Just dance".

So you danced with Taehyung.

#bts imagine #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn

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bbieangel · 7 months ago

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Love the Joel fic!!! plsssss do an Arthur cramps one!!!

Moon Cycle — Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

A/N: I loved writing this! It's my first time writing anything that's not set in the present world so please bare with me <3 And yes, the title is a reference to Melanie Martinez's song :) As always, thank you for your requests and I hope you love it!

Summary: Even when you try to act tough, Arthur Morgan always sees right through you. And, the day you finally allow yourself to feel weak, he's there to help you with your cramps.

Tags: Fluff! A LOT OF FLUFF. High honor Arthur. Self-deprecating Arthur, we all know how he talks to himself. Mentions of his past (Eliza and Mary Linn), reader has a uterus and is menstruating, she doesn't wear the typical clothes that women used in the 1800's (think of it more like Sadie, she dresses like her). This is set before Arthur even knows he's sick.

Word count: 7.8k

Divider by @/peony chance on Pinterest!

Since day one, you had never failed to amaze the whole Van Der Linde gang with your dirty mouth and ways of pissing off Miss Grimshaw. To say the least, they had grown fond of you. And even if you could look after yourself just fine, you laid awake in your cot endless nights just wishing someone was there for you in times where you felt the most vulnerable, needing attention like the dog the gang had adopted. He always ran around, sniffing everyone and looking for any hand that would give him back scratches.

One particular day you had gone out to rob a stagecoach that a guy in Rhodes had told you about. Dutch assigned you to go along with Arthur, the gruff looking, almost giant man. But you knew he hid something else behind his blue-green eyes that often held a hint of tenderness whenever he looked your way.

"Now, stay right behind me, princess."

He muttered as he covered his face behind the rock you were prompted at, making sure the drivers didn't see you.

You groaned. Of course that, out of all of the women in camp, he would call you princess. But he didn't do it for the reasons you thought.

"Call me by my name, Morgan."

You muttered and he let out a deep chuckle, rumbling through his chest and sending butterflies to your stomach. But you wouldn't let your face show that, after all, you kinda liked being called princess by him.

The stagecoach robbery was a success, feeling like a breath of fresh air after what seemed like the gang had been cursed or just ran out of good luck.

Arthur counted the money effortlessly, the flicking of his fingers looking elegant. It was ridiculous, you thought as he you waited for your part.

"Don't forget to give some to camp, princess."

He said, pointing a finger at you. But he knew not to worry about you contributing to the little box Dutch had beside his tent, he had seen you do it more times than anyone else in the gang.

"You don't need to worry about me contributing, Arthur."

You said with a soft smile as you both rode back to camp, side by side, enjoying the nice weather and the views.

—

Later that day, you were sitting up against a log in front of the campfire. A bead of sweat fell down the side of your face and into your shirt. Arthur was going to tease you about it, but he held himself back when he saw the slight frown on your face and your knees being held against your chest.

He sighed, knowing that caring about you wasn't the best decision. He couldn't bring himself to like anyone else, not after Eliza and Mary. But that soft, empathetic part of him was stronger than any of his insecurities, and it needed to know if you were okay. Which you clearly weren't.

He slowly sat down beside you with a look of concern on his face, and placed his calloused hand on your shoulder.

"You alright, princess? Did you get hurt? You should've told me—"

"I didn't get hurt."

You interrupted him. You were about to snap at him for teasing you, but when you looked into his eyes, glowing by the fire crackling in front of you, you noticed he was being genuine. So your expression softened, and he saw it, making his heart flutter and long to open up to you more.

"I'm.. I have cramps. It's that time of the month.."

You spoke quietly. You had grown to know it wasn't okay to talk about it, let alone tell a man about it. They found it disgusting, a woman bleeding monthly was seen almost as a sin, something you couldn't talk about.

But Arthur couldn't care less. He had killed people and had seen countless bodies, massacred by some fool. Hell, he'd seen his son be born. He could handle speaking about a monthly small amount of blood coming out of a woman's body naturally.

"I understand. Is there anything I can do for you?"

He asked, and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Why wasn't he acting disgusted by what you just said? Why didn't he tell you to just suck it up?

It took you a few seconds to answer.

"I—Uhm.. I don't know, actually. Can you help me get to my tent? I think I might've stained my clothes and I don't wanna get teased about it."

You spoke, your eyes darted towards the fire once again. It was fine if he declined, you would understand. But, once again, he surprised you.

"Yeah, let's go."

He said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, helping you up. He looked behind his shoulder to make sure no one was paying attention to see the small stain in your pants, and led you to your tent.

"I've heard.."

He cleared his throat before speaking, the slight pink tint on his cheeks gave away the soft embarrassment he felt.

"I've heard that peppermint or chamomile tea helps, the ladies were talking about it the other day."

He said and you couldn't help but smile softly.

"Yeah, it does. I just ran out of both herbes."

At that, he raised an eyebrow. Why didn't you tell him? He would've gone looking for some if it brought you comfort. And, against his better judgement, he chose to speak.

"You should've told me. I'll make sure to bring you some."

He spoke gruffly, but unable to hide his growing softness and tenderness for you.

When he helped you into your cot, he made sure to cover you with a blanket before turning on his heels to go away. He figured you might want to be left alone.

"Wait."

You called out to him. You knew better than to call over a man who wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet between anyone's eyes, but a part of you knew he only did it when absolutely necessary. And that he would never, ever touch a hair on your body.

"Can you.. stay a little while?"

You asked, your cheeks turning a cute rosey shade. At that, he gave you a light chuckle.

"Yeah, 'course."

He sat down on the edge of your cot. You could see the sympathetic look in his eyes when your face would scrunch up every time a cramp hit harder.

"I'm not usually like this, I can take the pain—"

"No need to explain to me. I know it hurts and I don't need you to act tough all the time."

He cut you off, easing some of the embarrassment you felt. Maybe it was stress, maybe your hormones were fighting against you, but this cycle felt different. It hurt a lot more, making you sweat as you tried to deal with the pain.

The tension between the both of you only continued to grow, hidden desires behind your eyelids that none of you could speak about. Heartbreaks and loss were two things you were too familiar with, and couldn't bring yourself to experience once again.

So he didn't speak as he laid beside you, carefully, treating you as if you were made out of porcelain and he didn't want to hurt you. His hand went to your lower stomach and began moving it gently, massaging the zone.

You let out a sigh of relief—how did he know exactly what to do? As if reading your thoughts, he spoke:

"Mary told me this works. I didn't figure it out on my own."

He spoke quietly, and you felt kinda bad. How could she be such a fool to break up with such a kind man?

"Even if you didn't figure it out on your own, I'm grateful you know about it."

You spoke softly.

"Can I tell you something, Arthur?"

You asked, you heart pounding in your chest as if it wanted out just to be gifted to Arthur.

"'Course, princess."

He responded, his hand never stopped moving as he saw the look of relief in your face. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed it was working.

"You're a good man. And anyone who doesn't see that, is a fool. A damn, blind fool."

You spoke and his eyes widened at that, letting you take in more of the particular color they had. You were so close to him yet none of you could move.

"I ain't much of a good person, princess. I've done things I'm not proud of, killed folks just because.. There's a price on my head."

He said, looking at you with that self-deprecating look he gave anyone who even dared to call him good. He wasn't good, he was a fool who didn't know how to be kind, how to be good. Or at least, that was what he thought of himself.

But on the contrary, you didn't see him that way, and he knew. So you doubled down, going along with your stubborn nature.

"Well, to me you are good. And nothing will change my mind about that."

You spoke in a firmer tone, placing a hand on top of his shoulder and rubbing it softly. He swore you could feel the way his heart jumped at your small gesture.

After a few minutes of just contemplating each other's faces, trying to read each other's minds, he spoke.

"You deserve someone better than me."

At that, you frowned. He couldn't tell you what you deserved and what you didn't, who you could or couldn't like.

"No one has ever cared about my cramps before. No one... No man has taken the time to try and make me feel better."

His expression softened. How could anyone treat you badly about something that wasn't your fault? But again, he reminded himself, it was 1899. You didn't live in a fair world.

"I couldn't just let you be in pain."

"Exactly."

You said. Everything he did or said was just another reason as to why you considered him a good man. After fighting against your fears, your mind, your insecurities, you leaned slightly closer. What were you doing? You didn't know. But the sight of his lips covered by his always perfectly trimmed moustache was something almost magnetic that pulled at your heartstrings right when you were the most vulnerable and needy.

"Princess..."

He tried to protest. His breathing hitched as he felt you slightly closer, his eyes kept darting towards your plush lips without even thinking. His heart thumped against his chest in a way that almost hurt.

"Do you trust me?"

His eyes shot up at yours. Of course he trusted you, even if a part of his brain begged him not to, he wasn't doing what his brain wanted. He was following his heart at this point, and his heart wanted you. Only you.

"I do."

He responded, his deep voice was now soft.

"Then.. Let me."

You whispered and pressed your lips against his, without giving your brain the possibility to make you think about it twice. You stayed still as you waited for him to pull away, to shut you down and never talk to you again.

But he kissed you back. He kissed you back, and his hand tangled on your hair as he did. Every move, every action was so gentle, so careful. And you couldn't be more grateful for that.

His other hand never left your lower stomach. He was determined to end with your cramps, even if his own hand ended up cramping after massaging your skin for so long.

He didn't leave your side that night. If anything, the whole situation only brought the two of you closer, to the point where he would look for excuses to sleep with you all curled up against him. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding your frame up against his chest. All while keeping a soft smile on his face even when he slept.

Because what started with the two of you being scared of letting anyone else in, ended up with Arthur going out of his way to look for anything that would relieve your pain. He would even ride his horse for hours until he found peppermint.

But in the end: all you wanted was the warmth his body provided you with and his hand pressed against your skin.

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mistressmxggot · 1 month ago

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Chapter 8- ✰ Wrong Path, Bitch ✰

"𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆... 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴."

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~You skipped breakfast again. Your appetite was completely gone these past days, butterflies constantly sitting heavy in your stomach. You were trying to figure out how to get home. She had humiliated you, and of course she couldn't care less.

In a brief passing, she had told you there would be some get-together, party or whatever tonight. Now on top of being heartbroken and embarrassed, you had to pretend to be okay with that heathen of a woman. Still, you would glance at her when you had the chance. She was your weakness and you just couldn't get away from that. It was just something you had to accept, but you wouldn't show weakness to her anymore.

You were more sad than anything. You should be more angry and you sort of were, at least at Vivian. Ambessa was always different. God why did you have to be so weak?

Everything was annoying you. Everyone was annoying you. That servant girl you had danced with, whatever her name was, did she even tell you her name?, didn't even talk to you. No smiles, no good morning, nothing. Fuck Vivian, how about that, fuck that stupid whore. You grunted, yanking your blankets over your head. If she comes into this room asking where you are, your head just might explode. You had gotten some water and went right back to bed. Her slaves had probably told her that you didn't eat. Well if she wanted you to eat, she shouldn't humilate you.

Your sighs and grunts filled the room. You had that stupid party tonight. Of course she would want you there, to look presentable. Oh you hated rich people. In your night gown, you groggily lingered towards the library. You couldn't care less what you looked like.

Curled onto an ottoman, your head rested on your arm. An exhausted sigh left your lips. No books were interesting you. Would she be angry if you left her? Would she even notice? You figured you could ask to go shopping, and use that money, and have an excuse to leave this hell house. Of course that would mean waiting till tomorrow. This stupid party was just something you had to bear, then you could go home. You weren't gonna tell her anything, just ask for the money, pack, and disappear. Your head was spinning, eyelids fluttering shut. This was just entirely too much.

A large, rough hand nudged you out of your sleep. You slowly gained consciousness. The disturbance was annoying you. Looking up, she was there, at your side. Your breath hitched in your throat, gaze glued to the ground.

"It's late, you need to prepare yourself."

A nasty realization bit at you. It had been hours of you resting. You were still exhausted. Of course. This party was imminent.

"Sure whatever."

You began to gather yourself, stacking the two books you hadn't read atop of eachother. She stayed there. You could feel her looking at you.

"Can you go?"

"Just making sure you don't fall back asleep."

That really annoyed you for some reason. Everything she said annoyed you. Everything she did annoyed you. You quickly got up, leaving the books there. She could deal with them.

After showering, you did your makeup with what she had left you. There was nothing dark except for mascara. Everything was pale and pink. She like, really liked you in white. That's what color your gown was, layed out for you. It was beautiful at least, but everything here was beautiful and elegant. The dress was off the shoulder, floor length, and backless. It was finished with a silver belt. You would be lying if you said you didn't like it.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your stomach and chest tight. Something was wrong. This party... you didn't know. You were still so upset. You wanted her to like you, to touch you.

The door creeked open, your tears quickly wiped away. Another servant entered, put in a simple black dress.

"Miss Medarda would like to have you now."

You gulped. You had followed by her side for the beginning of the evening, silent as she introduced you as some sort of close buisness partner. You thought it would be mentally easier to just be a servant, but it wouldn't be fun to serve pretentious rich people all night. It was good when you finally got to drift off.

You knew you were drinking too much, the wine was just too good. Honestly, you wouldn't mind embarrassing her either. You sat at a table, eating too many hors d'oeuvres and saying too much to this odd looking man. Her servants cleaned up after you, making you feel a little guilty. The man asked you if you enjoyed Ambessa's company. You weren't exactly sure what he meant by that. You just wanted this night to be over. You wanted to go home.

Now dancing with another man, about a couple drinks too many flowing through you, he chatted with you.

"Between you and I, I'm surprised Ambessa brought you here with her. She's not the type to connect with someone like you."

Your eyebrows furrowed.

"I apologize, that sounded aggressive. I only mean that she isn't usually the type to be so connected with a partner. I suppose you are good for her, lighten her up a bit."

He chuckled, spinning you around. The wheels began to turn. Ambessa usually wasn't the type to tell her intentions. You felt your hands heat up.

"Excuse me I have to use the ladies room."

You quickly snatched your hands away from him. He looked puzzled. Yeah you could relate. You hurried off to the bathroom, taking a full glass of wine with you, not sure whose it was. With a loud shut, you locked yourself in.

"She isn't usually the type to be so connected with a partner. I suppose you could lighten her up a bit."

You were so angry. Ambessa was the most ridiculous person you had ever met. Every situation just deepened your hatred and embarrassment. You downed the glass of wine. You didn't want to look at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't. You just wanted to go home.

The night had passed in a blur. You had returned to the man and danced some more. You knocked over a vase and...now you were in Ambessa's room. She was undressing, obviously tired.

"Do you need something?"

You glared at her. "You could have fucking told me."

She couldn't even glance at you. A deep sigh left her.

"What are you speaking of now?"

"Are you serious?! You could have fucking told me I wasn't meant to be a buisness partner. You just had to humiliate me even more didn't you? I couldn't just be a buisness partner? Why did I have to be... basically your prostitute?"

She turned towards you. "That's what you want don't you? You are not that special, and it is very audacious of you to assume I would jeopardize my reputation for you. I believe you have been mistaken. I did tell them you were a buisness partner. Still, it doesn't matter how many of my dresses and how much of my jewelry you put on, it's very challenging to take the look of undercity whore off of you."

You looked at her.

She chuckled. "You're very obedient, which is good, but your lack of action disappoints me. It is weak. It seems you have no discipline. You have served me very well in the thrill of the hunt. You have satiated every hunger, in almost every aspect, but it angers me how easy you have yielded yourself to me. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Now you only squirn when the wolf's jaws are wrapped around your neck. You need to fight back. Think little lamb. The wolf has you, ready to swallow you whole. All you can do it cry and throw tantrums. Pathetic."

Your throat felt tight. Why? Why did her words hurt you so much? Maybe it was how she seemed to not care at all, how she didn't care about the situation or about how hurt you were. You told her you were humiliated. She didn't even respond. She only responded to the fact you weren't understanding her or how to be vicious like her. Before you could stop yourself, you burst into tears. She looked offended, and it only made you cry harder. You heaved and held you stomach, tears ruining your makeup. You just sobbed. You couldn't hold yourself together infront of her anymore.

Ambessa sighed and mumbled under her breath. "Cry and throw tantrums.." You cried harder, covering your face.

"You're very drunk and it's making you emotional. Sleep. You need it."

Sure. Whatever. You left her room, face red. Rictus glanced at you with pity. Your dress- correction her dress and jewelry lay in a mess on the floor. You had since stopped crying, the pillow hugging your cheek. The alcohol was fucking you up. Your sadness turned to shame, them sadness, then back to shame, and soon to anger.

No no no! She wasn't just going to get off that easily. You shot up from your bed, blankets falling to the floor. You whipped it open, only to be face to face with Malik. Shock sobered you up real quick.

"M-Malik? How did you make it here?"

Your voice shook. You weren't sure what you were feeling. His face... well he looked furious.

You gulped. "Malik. You came for me!"

You reached your hands and stepped out to him, but he quick backed up. He didn't look happy at all.

Large arms wrapped around you, one at your throat and another at your mouth. You tried to scream, but you couldn't breathe. Malik stared at you with obvious disgust. The man holding you began to drag to away from your room.

"Keep her in check. It would be nice to go unnoticed."

You heard a door swing open. At the end of the hallway, you could see Ambessa and Rictus, looking right at the three of you. Two more of Malik's men approached from behind the corner. You tried to reach out for Ambessa.

"Shit! We need to leave, now!"

The man threw you over his shoulder, following Malik.

"Ambessa!" You shouted for her, watching as her and Rictus ran towards you. They were too far away. You couldn't process what was happening. You were out of a window, then on the ground, and then... it went black.~

You. Always. Masterlist.

This is kinda short and it took 50 years to come out I know 😭 Chapter 9 is it tho and it will be out hopefully by the end of tomorrow. I promise it won't take forever this time

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locuas642 · 11 months ago

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One of the most iconic characters in Elden Ring is Malenia, Blade of Miquella. A character who was almost always present in the marketing leading up to the game's release, even if, funnily enough, she is an optional boss that can only be reached by entering a completely optional area of the game and only by the time you reach what could be considered the endgame areas.

She is an example of a character design for a woman who is supposed to be a powerful warrior who reaches a really good balance of feeling elegant, powerful and also feminine.

the interesting thing, tho, is how those traits are carried over to her second phase, when she goes completely naked except for her prosthesis and grows massive wings made of butterflies.

It doesn't feel sexual, it doesnt feel fanservice-y. It doesnt feel like the framing wants you to find her sexy.

But also, despite the clear signs of rot in her body, signals of the Scarlet Rot that she is cursed with, it also doesn't feel like it wants you to be repulsed by it. The Scarlet Valkyrie, in this image, looks almost like a reinaissence painting. Of Aphrodite's birth, or Michelangelo's "the creation of adam" or even his David.

In other words, she is beautiful. but not in the sexy way, not in the "pretty girl" way. But in the way the human form is beautiful. It is an example of how nudity isn't inherently a sexual thing, not something to desire or be repulsed by. And that finding it beautiful is not the same as finding it sexy. It can just be.

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latin5mamii · 9 months ago

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Angel -Jude Bellingham

|WARNINGS: none |AUTHOR'S NOTE:I'm loving this fanfic😭 Previous part |SUMMARY:How could you know that a stupid nickname could change everything?

You couldn’t stop thinking about the date,which wasn’t really a date actually.That word never escaped his lips and you knew that this was just a casual meeting with your best friend, that’s all.You spent the whole day thinking about a good outfit,which wasn’t easy, of course.

You didn’t want to appear too elegant but also not too much casual,so you decided for a mini skirt and an embroidered black top,your favorite heels that weren’t too high, you weren’t a really tall girl, just right in the middle, but a pair of heels wouldn’t hurt anyone, he would still be higher than you;you then thought about wavy hair and some makeup. You then added the right amount of jewelry and surely you couldn’t forget your favorite perfume, now you’re finally ready and a texts lets your phone vibrate.

Jude:You ready?I’m here

You felt your heart racing and your cheeks becoming hotter, it’s just a normal date, right?

:Yes i’ll be out there in a second

You gave yourself a last look at the mirror and you felt a sense of joy and butterflies in your stomach.You didn’t care if it was a date or not, you only wanted to be with him honestly.

As you slid into Jude's car, the radio pulsed with the rhythm of "Eyes Without a Face." The haunting melody, with its lyrics about a love unseen, seemed to echo the unspoken desires swirling between you. You stole a glance at Jude, finding him already looking at you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"So," he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, "where would you like to go, Angel?"

The nickname, a relic of your childhood, brought a warmth to your cheeks. "There's this great little jazz bar downtown," you suggested, surprised at your own boldness. "They have live music and amazing food."

A slow smile, genuine and heart-stopping, spread across Jude's face. "Perfect. I know just the place."

The drive was a whirlwind of comfortable silences punctuated by playful banter. You told him about your favorite childhood prank, and he countered with a story about a disastrous attempt to impress a girl with his soccer skills. When he chuckled at your teasing about his youthful clumsiness, a playful glint lit up his eyes.

"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "you could have saved me a lot of trouble back then if you'd just let me impress you instead."

You scoffed, but a blush crept up your neck. "Impress me? With what, tripping over your own shoelaces?"

He feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. "Hey! Those were some fancy footwork maneuvers gone wrong."

By the time you pulled up to the jazz bar, tucked away on a quiet side street, laughter lines had etched themselves around your eyes. The smoky intimacy of the place, with its thrumming melody and warm candlelight, felt like stepping into a bygone era.

The hostess, a woman with a knowing smile and a mane of silver hair, greeted Jude by name. "Jude! Good to see you again. We've saved you a booth in the back."

He winked at you, a silent promise of a private corner. The booth, nestled against a brick wall adorned with photographs of jazz legends, was bathed in a warm glow. You settled in, feeling an electricity crackle in the air.

The menu, presented on a worn leather-bound cover, promised a delectable array of dishes. As you debated your options, you caught Jude stealing glances at your outfit.

"That top is amazing," he said, his voice a low murmur. "The embroidery is beautiful."

You felt a blush creep up your neck again. "Thanks," you mumbled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Actually, my mom gave it to me."

He raised an eyebrow playfully. "Your mom has impeccable taste. See, even without shoelaces, I manage to impress sometimes."

With every playful jab and shared secret, the tension between you crackled. It was a tension that mirrored the song playing softly in the background, a song that spoke of love and longing, a perfect reflection of your own unspoken feelings.

When dessert arrived, a decadent chocolate mousse that Jude insisted you share with him, a playful tug-of-war ensued over the spoon. Laughter filled the air as you both ended up with chocolate smeared on your smiles.

"Gotcha," Jude chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You swiped a bit of chocolate from his cheek with your thumb, savoring the warmth of his touch. "Seems like the only one getting impressed tonight is me, Mr. Soccer Star."

A playful glint lit up Jude's eyes as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Well, Angel," he murmured, "consider this round one. There's plenty of time for you to get even more impressed later."

The heat in his gaze flustered you, and you quickly looked down at the lingering chocolate on your fingers. You knew you should probably steer the conversation back to safe territory, but the playful banter felt exhilarating, a stark contrast to the nervous energy that had simmered between you earlier.

Just then, the melody shifted, the smoky saxophone giving way to a sultry female vocalist. The lyrics, filled with promises of forever and declarations of burning love, hung heavy in the air. You stole a glance at Jude, wondering if the song mirrored the unspoken emotions swirling within him too.

"This song reminds me of something," he said, his voice a low rumble.

A nervous flutter took flight in your stomach. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

He leaned back in the booth, a thoughtful expression on his face. "There was this girl, back when we were just kids, who used to climb trees and get stuck. The same girl who'd get mad at her brother for calling her Angel."

His words sent a jolt through you. A playful smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "Sounds like someone has a good memory."

"The best," he replied, his gaze locking with yours. "Especially the memory of how brave she was, and kind, and beautiful..." He paused, his voice trailing off, leaving the rest unspoken.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of his words hanging heavy between you. You felt your cheeks burning under his intense gaze. Was he confessing his childhood feelings for you? Or was he simply reminiscing?

Before you could voice the question that burned on your tongue, the music swelled, drowning out any further conversation. The vocalist launched into a powerful rendition of a classic love ballad, its lyrics echoing the yearning in your own heart.

Jude reached across the table, his fingers brushing against yours. A spark shot through you as your eyes met. In that silent moment, a million unspoken emotions hung in the air. The playful banter, the stolen glances, the lingering touches - it all seemed to culminate in this single, electrifying moment.

With a hesitant smile, Jude squeezed your hand gently. "Dance with me, Angel?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.

Your heart pounded a frantic rhythm against your ribs. This wasn't how you imagined the night would end, but a thrilling anticipation bubbled within you. You couldn't deny the pull you felt towards him, a connection that transcended years of friendship.

With a shy smile, you nodded, allowing him to lead you to the small dance floor tucked away in a corner of the bar. The intimacy of the space, coupled with the soulful melody filling the air, created a bubble around you two.

Jude held you close, his hand resting possessively on your lower back. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his cologne sending a familiar scent swirling around you. As you swayed to the music, a comfortable silence settled between you, a comfortable silence that spoke volumes.

The song ended all too soon, the applause of the other patrons breaking the spell. Yet, as you looked into Jude's eyes, you saw a reflection of the same yearning you felt burning within you.

The late-night jazz bar felt a world away now, replaced by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the car windows. Jude navigated the familiar streets with practiced ease, a comfortable silence settling between you.

The unspoken tension in the air thrummed with a different kind of energy now – a hopeful anticipation for what might lie ahead. You stole a glance at Jude, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights. His lips were curved in a thoughtful smile, and you couldn't help but wonder if it mirrored the one playing on your own lips.

As he pulled up in front of your apartment building, a pang of disappointment shot through you. The night had flown by, and the thought of saying goodbye so soon felt unbearable.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to him, your voice barely a whisper.

"Would you like to come in?" you blurted out, surprised by your own boldness.

His eyes widened in surprise, then a slow smile spread across his face. "I'd like that very much, angel."

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noisycowboyglitter · 7 months ago

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𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 | 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

18+ minor please dni

content warnings: remote controlled vibrators, pervert! sevika, exhibitionism, jayce talis

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𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི mel’s position as a top public defender earns her privilege of attending galas thrown by politicians, wealthy businessmen, and the likes. even before mel entered the world of law—her mother, ambessa, continuously dragged her to these types of events. always reinforcing the importance of these sorts of things.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི mel is trained in all things elegance and luxury. it’s become second nature. but it doesn’t mean she necessarily enjoys it. or attending countless balls or galas or charity events with people who have far too much money or time. it’s the reason she became a public defender instead of working at a private firm or as in house counsel.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི after a couple months of dating—mel got invited…again…to some pointless fundraising campaign for some politician that makes big, empty promises. she asked sevika very politely if her girlfriend would come. sevika grumbled and huffed and rolled her eyes at the proposition. but when mel got on her knees and started unbuckling sevika’s pants—she forgot all about why she didn’t even want to go.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི mel took the opportunity to get sevika a tailored suit, gold cuff links, and a matching emerald green pocket square. sevika insisted mel didn’t need to buy anything. but when mel tied sevika’s tie with a gentle smile on her face — sevika couldn’t deny the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི sevika bought mel her own gift for their first charity event together. she searched all the sex shops of zaun but eventually found it in a piltover sex shop. a small enough sleek stainless steel remote controlled toy. just for her darling mel.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི as mel got ready the night of the event—sevika patiently waited on the couch. flipping the toy over in her palms and re-reading the instructions making sure it would be possible tonight. and when mel came swaying out her room—inserting her last earring and half stepping in her heels, sevika feels her pussy throb with undeniable lust.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི sevika casually introduced the toy to mel as well. mel’s leg was outstretched on sevika’s lap while sevika secured one of mel’s many anklets. they were both mindlessly talking and sevika dropped the toy into conversation so effortlessly. sevika could visibly see mel short circuit with the new information. and when sevika presented the toy mel eagerly nodded with a bite of her lip.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི mel was convinced sevika forgot about the toy most of the night. both women stayed by each others side most of the night. mel introducing anyone and everyone to her handsome lover, sevika. sevika’s hand always on mel’s lower back—guiding her through the mass of bodies. mel had never felt more safe. but she had also never felt so horny. mel could feel the toy brushing against her every time she walked.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི sevika was waiting for the perfect time. she did not want mel ruined the entire night. but then she saw him. jayce talis. the bane of her existence and mel’s ex-boyfriend. mel reassured her that jayce wasn’t important to her anymore. she valued and respected him as a scientist and inventor but that was it. of course sevika believed mel. she had no reason to either. but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t grind her gears seeing mel laugh at jayce’s jokes. or the stupid shit eating goofy boyish grin he sports.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི jayce always waited for sevika to disappear to pop up and talk with mel. perhaps the woman did intimidate him. and as sevika heard his voice then mel’s laugh directly afterward…well she couldn’t help herself. her fingers dug in the pocket of her blazer, fishing out the remote for the vibrator. she turned the toy on to the lowest setting and watched.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི sevika watched mel immediately straighten her posture and look around the ballroom for her. even by the bar, sevika noticed the lump mel swallowed down. mel could no longer properly focus on the conversation with jayce. she nodded at intervals and rarely laughed at his jokes anymore. sevika rolled her eyes when jayce awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck—probably asking mel if she felt okay.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི sevika took the opportunity to speed up the vibrations of the toy. she watched mel’s eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. the gold specks of freckles on mel’s cheeks glowed dimly. not enough for anyone to think it wasn’t the chandeliers reflecting off mel but enough sevika understood mel was already effected. it only took sevika 30 seconds to cross the expanse of the ballroom and grab mel’s hand.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི mel smiled up at sevika with such love and lust interlaced in her green eyes. sevika always told mel—she stared at her as if she hung the moon or she’s some prince charming. and mel never refuted. mel certainly thinks sevika can do anything and everything. the younger woman forgot all about jayce talis’s conversation and allowed sevika to drag her off upstairs.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི sevika wasted no time pushing mel against the balcony overlooking the party below. her fingers turned up the vibrations again and watched mel’s head tip back. she’s no longer able to contain herself. sevika relishes this side of mel. free of any social code or etiquette and letting her desires run free. sevika gently nudged mel’s legs apart—hearing the toy moving inside of mel.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི and perhaps it was a little inappropriate to slide her hand underneath mel’s dress right there. anyone could look up and see sevika towering over mel as she teased mel’s clit with firm yet slow circles. sevika hadn’t even cared to keep mel quiet. she wanted everyone to know how much their high society woman was an actual slut. just for sevika.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི after sevika prolonged mel’s orgasm playing with the controls of the toy sevika really needed to taste mel. but she figured getting on her knees and eating mel out with the toy still inside her might be too much. so instead she settled for something else. sevika reached for her half drunk glass of champagne instead. firmly holding the stem, sevika dragged the rim of the flute up mel’s inner thigh. the action scooped any of mel’s wetness down the inside of the glass. mel was too stunned to even properly speak. she watched with a perplexed expression yet deeply aroused as sevika drank the mixture of champagne and slick. sevika moaned as the tangy flavor changed the flavor profile of the alcohol.

#mel medarda #sevika #sevika x mel #melvika #sevika arcane #mel medarda arcane #arcane

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heartfeltcherie · 9 months ago

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❝come and get it now❞

notes; birthday present for myself! this is also my first time writing something not rated pg-13 so my apologies if it’s not the greatest.

wc; i was too lazy to paste everything to google docs to figure out how many words were written lolz

warnings: mentions of smoking weed, making out, suggestive at the end. minors please don’t interact lol

you emerge into the lounge area, looking for something— anything —to do, pure boredom clogging up your mind. you see alastor and your dead heart skips a beat.

only he’s capable of doing that.

shades of red cast in through the open door of the hotel. alastor leans against the doorway casually, smoke dancing from his lips so gracefully you’d swear he was doing it on purpose to put you in a trance.

“penny for your thoughts?” you didn’t realize you were staring. “are you smoking weed?” a dumb question. you know a blunt when you see one. “indeed it is, my dear” he answers back so smoothly and casually, like seeing him doing such a thing is completely normal.

you take a few tentative steps closer to him. he’s got his eyes trained on the outside of the pride ring. his side profile looks so beautiful. and the way he holds that blunt between his fingers with such elegance and… care? god, you wish it was your hand he was holding instead.

“didn’t take you to be a smoker” you joke playfully, leaning against the opposite side of the doorway, one leg crossed in front of the other. alastor chuckles at you. “there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, belle” he takes another drag and blows out the smoke… your gaze goes to his lips. “my eyes are up here, darling” your eyes widen and your face feels hot as he curves his finger under your chin to tilt your head up. his eyes are so beautiful under hell’s red glow.

you both stay like that for what seems like forever, time ticking by slowly as you put a tentative hand around his wrist, carefully testing the waters. and it surprises you when he doesn’t pull away or make the distance between you two less…

he stays. and instead he uses his thumb to gently pull your bottom lip down, moving his thumb across it so teasingly and tauntingly — but what else did you expect? it’s alastor for hell’s sake. but it doesn’t stop the sudden urge you feel to open your mouth fully for his thumb to enter your mouth.

fuck…

“something on your mind, cher?” alastor’s voice breaks through the silence with a smirk on his face; yeah, a certain radio demon and how badly i wanna kiss him. “may i try it?” alastor tilts his head at you, his radio coming through with muffles. “the weed”

alastor stands up straight again, taking his hand away from you (it feels cold there now). he lets out a hum, taking another puff. “oh, if you so must” he passes it to you and it gives you butterflies that your lips will be where his were in just a matter of seconds.

he watches as you put the rolled joint between your lips and he swears to himself that he’s never seen you look more angelic — which is the funniest thing, he thinks, utmost hilarious, considering you’re in the depths of hell. you breathe in the intoxicating air but your lungs decide it would be fun to betray you, making you begin coughing an ungodly amount. alastor laughs at you.

what an ass.

“al, you’re mean! i could’ve died!” you put a hand over your chest, catching your breath. “oh the dramatics, my dear. it was simply just smoke! you wouldn’t have died”

“i deserve a redo”

“a redo you say? hmm…” alastor makes a thinking face for a moment before a smirk graces his face again. he gently takes the joint out of your hand. “my dear, i’m gonna need you to stay completely still for this” you nod and watch as he takes the joint between his lips again, breathing in with ease. he leans down again, cupping your chin with his other hand as the joint rests to the side of him. he uses his thumb, again, to gently pull your bottom lip down as he so-gracefully blows the smoke into your parted lips.

you feel so giddy having an intimate moment like this with hell’s most feared overlord. it makes you wonder why people think he’s so scary when he’s always the utmost gentleman… with you.

your eyes are closed as you feel his hand go from your chin to your hip, clutching onto the material of your clothing like a vice as you put your hands over top his chest and you swear you can feel his heart beating. it’s intoxicating and dizzying and it puts you in a daze when everything’s finished. you open your half lidded eyes and he’s still nose-to-nose with you.

“was that better?” alastor looks at you with hooded eyes and all you can do is nod, feeling like you’re not even on the ground anymore. he chuckles. “oh darling, you’re too adorable…” he brings his hand back up to your cheek, stroking your skin gently with his thumb. “especially in this state”

then do something about it, you wanna say.

“al?”

you swear you see him looking at your lips the same way you’re looking at his; with hunger, want, need, desire, like you’ll die if you don’t get to know the feeling of each other’s lips.

fuck it.

“what will it take for you to kiss me already”

and that sentence is all it takes for alastor to break the distance between you both, crashing his lips onto yours in a fervent motion. you sigh against his lips, your hands clutching onto the lapels of his coat because if you don’t, he might disappear. he tosses the forgotten joint somewhere outside, not caring where it lands as his only focus is hitching your leg against his hip and holding it there as he keeps kissing you with so much passion and hunger that it takes your breath away every time you hear your lips smacking together. you’re feeling so turned on and the high gives you this cloud nine feel and—

oh my fucking god, i’m high and making out with the radio demon.

alastor puts both hands on your hips as he mutters a small “jump”, refusing to bring this make out session to a halt for even a couple seconds. you happily comply as you jump into alastor’s arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands cup your butt, giving a gentle squeeze and he can’t help but chuckle lowly as you gasp into his mouth. he walks you both over to the couch, stopping at the side of the arm rest before he gently lays you down on the couch. the kissing stops for just a second (much to both of your dismays) so you can watch as he crawls over top of you like a predator about to pounce on his prey.

you part your legs so he has space to slot between and oh boy do the butterflies tickle your tummy with their wings seeing him on top of you like this. your face feels like lava.

“you know, my dear, i was planning on properly courting you before doing such explicit things,” he moves some hair out of your face, looking at you with hooded eyes. “but my mind is filled with thoughts that make me less of a gentleman” you bring your fingers to card through his hair.

“i don’t want you to be a gentleman with me, al. not right now”

alastor smirks and you swear you see his pupils turn to radio dials as he leans into your neck and says lowly in your ear,

“good girl”

tags; @alastorthirsty

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#❥ lexi’s daydreams #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #alastor x you #hazbin hotel x you #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor imagine #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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mellifluouaamor · 1 year ago

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TANJIROU KAMADO ⍣ FEMALE READER

synopsis. tanjirou thinks you're like a flower.

you're just like a wisteria flower, TANJIROU would always think to himself. beautiful and elegant, kind yet resilient - and your beauty was akin to that of a blooming flower. there's an air of tranquility around you whenever you're on the battlefield, the smile you'd wear soothing your frazzled teammates and reassuring them that everything will be okay.

tanjirou never regretted meeting you that day - the day he saved you from being devoured. you were the only survivor of the squad that was sent to the inn infested by a formidable demon, and he clearly remembered witnessing you struggle to live as you fought with a breath style that he had never seen before: the breath of ayatori style. it appeared to branch off from the breath of love style as it heavily involved agility and flexibility, and the blade of your nichirin sword was also identical to the love pillar's. watching you fight was like watching a dancer perform, and he had never been so mesmerised by graceful movements meant to kill.

after his first meeting with you, the two of you grew closer to each other, and slowly but surely, stronger feelings blossomed in your hearts.

when the sun rose from the horizon, marking the break of dawn, tanjirou was prompted to pick up his pace and ended up jogging the rest of the way to the butterfly estate. he had received worrying news of you returning from a mission severely injured just as he completed his, and he wanted to check up on you as soon as possible.

as he approached the familiar gates of the butterfly estate, he spotted a particular flower growing amongst yellow daffodils. its striking purple colour reminded him of you, causing him to stop in his tracks. would you like this? he could bring it as a small gift since he didn't think of bringing anything for you until this moment.

without another second to waste, tanjirou knelt down and plucked the sweet violet.

❀

tanjirou spotted you lying on your side on the veranda. you were fast asleep, eyelids drawn shut and lips slightly parted as soft breaths slipped past them. traversing the garden, he soon came to a stop in front of your resting form before reaching out to brush away the stray strands of hair covering your face.

he hesitated to wake you up because of how peaceful you looked. although he could have just left the violet for you to wake up to, he wanted to give it to you in person, all so he could see your expression light up like the sky at dawn. tanjirou released a long, drawn-out sigh and then lowered himself on his knees, eyes never leaving you. he subconsciously moved his free hand to cup your face, his thumb tenderly caressing your cheek.

as if on cue, you drifted out of your slumber, your eyelashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks. a slight frown etched itself onto your countenance when you tried to figure out who was in front of you.

"tanjirou...?" you mumbled, recognising his scarlet hair, "what are you doing here?" stifling a yawn, you carefully propped yourself up on your elbow, kneading one eye with a fist.

"why are you sleeping out here?" he asked, chuckling, "the mornings are still cold."

"i was stargazing last night... i guess i accidentally fell asleep," you replied, scratching your lower cheek sheepishly. you then gave tanjirou your signature smile and added, "welcome back by the way! you must be tired from your mission."

he beamed. "thank you! but i'm probably not as tired as you. you should sleep on a proper bed since you're still healing from your injuries..." his gaze swept over the bandages on your body as his red hues flashed with concern. "how are you feeling?"

"some parts of my body are sore, but i'm generally feeling okay. kochou-san said i should avoid strenuous work for now," you said, shifting your body to sit properly.

suddenly remembering the flower in his grasp, tanjirou presented you with the sweet violet he had intended to give you, making your eyes widen.

"it's for you!" he chirped, "i found a flower that reminded me of you on my way here. i... think it suits you."

your cheeks heated up at his remark. with a shy "thank you", you happily accepted the flower and inhaled its sweet scent. "it smells nice... and it's so pretty."

"just like you," tanjirou blurted out before covering his mouth upon realising what he just said.

instead of getting embarrassed, you surprised him by leaning over to kiss his cheek, eliciting a blush from him.

"you're so cute~" you cooed, giggling.

tanjirou let out a huff. before your brain could register what was happening, you found yourself being carried like a princess in his strong arms. you immediately clung to his shoulders with a squeal, afraid that he might drop you (even though you knew that he wouldn't) as he strode away.

"h-hey! put me down!" you exclaimed, kicking your legs.

feeling a bit bold, tanjirou leaned towards your face and lightly bumped your nose with his, smiling. your breath hitched in your throat; that little gesture was effective in silencing you as he brought you inside the infirmary and tucked you in bed.

truly, you're a flower he wants to protect with his life.

#loveletters—!#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #scenario #female reader

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suigetsusunny · 5 months ago

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Temporary Whispers Of The Heart ⊹₊⟡⋆ | Sosuke Aizen X Reader

Chapter 1; Prologue | Haunted

ꜱᴏᴜꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴀɪᴢᴇɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ; ᴀ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Aizen Sousuke, the enigma of a being has been rashly released from his prison sentence to allow for the Soul Society to repair damages resulting from Yhwach's terror.

Your previous comrade and now sworn enemy is required to join forces with you in order to aid the Soul Society in its new branches into the Human world as his power is now once again weaponised by them for support.

Every moment you spend with your old 'friend' feels more torturous than having each of your limbs slowly cut off with a chainsaw, the past often creeping up on you the more you were forced to interact with him not helping in the slightest.

Can you work through your difficulties together for the sake of the Soul Society as you both once did?

PROLOGUE | HAUNTED

Shihōin; Y/N.

Half-human, Half-Shinigami. Illegitimate child of the Shihōin family, half-sister of Yoruichi, cast away at youth from the her family due to her illegitimacy. It wasn't a large bother, however, as she was picked up quickly by Unohana and raised under her wing.

A long time ago, she worked tirelessly as a novice soul reaper, moving from city to city in the human world to settle disorder and misconduct, receiving high praise and offers in return.

A sufficient candidate as deemed by Shunsui and Unohana back then, a well fit as pertaining to her Shihōin heritage and uptight personality. She was therefore appointed Lieutenant of Division 2 for this reason after Yoruichi's banishment, the Soul Society desperately requiring assistance in the dire period of sudden Hollowfication. Yamamoto required as much force as he could gather from anyone, and another hailing from the Shihōin family yet out of contact with her sister, she was deemed a sufficient replacement in this dire time.

Graceful and elegant, a sweet child whom did only her best to protect her honour and the dignity of the Soul Society.

Y/N held onto the quintessential value of camaraderie between her peers, ensuring to thoroughly understand and be by the side of each Captain, regardless of how miniscule she felt under them as compared to their astounding skill.

She formed a strong bond with a particular individual back in the day. A genuine individual such as herself, trusting and diligent. Fit like a pair of mahjong eyes, he would joke as they enjoyed a cup of tea with one another.

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pre - fake Aizen death; Soul Society arc.

...

"The moon's gaze feels like a blessing tonight."

Aizen's soft hazel locks glistened almost hauntingly in the moonlight with their beauty, the glow present on his body being simply enchanting. You glanced towards the living beauty lying on the floorboards beside you as he spoke, his incomprehensible poems and metaphors once more befuddling you.

"Yes, it is quite bright tonight." You returned his reverent smile, enjoying the soft moment of silence.

"Do you know why I called you here tonight, Y/N?"

You turned to look at him as he spoke, shrugging as you laid back onto the oak porch of Aizen's quarters before returning to staring out into the night sky. You felt a timid blush creeping up to your cheeks and a buzz in your chest as you pondered why he did.

"No... I presumed it was just for some company. Or a drinking partner."

Your heart rate went erratic as he chuckled back and turned from the stars to face you, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. The chestnut floorboards creaked as he leaned his elbow onto them, propping his head up to rest on the back of his hand. Oh, he was truly moonkissed.

You felt a sliver of hope arise in your heart as it pounded irrationally with the way he graced you with just his gaze. Butterflies rashly gnawed at the enclosure of your chest, it felt as if they would explode out of your stomach at any given moment. You silently prayed he would say the words you were yearning for him to say.

"... There's been a lot of unresolved disorder in the Soul Society, hasn't there."

You tilted your head, perplexed at his abrupt statement, yet you still nodded to signal your focused attention. Aizen leaned backwards once again, gazing into the constellations as he spoke.

"Hollowfication... The sudden betrayal of Urahara and Yoruichi... Even the current weak intruders that are somehow getting through the Soul Society's defenses... You don't think it's lamentable that events of such insignificance have been causing the Soul Society so much loss?"

No words came out of your mouth, you served only as a silent observer to his choice of topic. You slowly rose and sat up to pay further heed to what he was saying.

"It is an upsetting time for all of us, I think." You softly reassured, unsure at what he was getting at.

Aizen sat up alongside you, shifting his body a bit closer to yours. His once comforting scent and warmth made you slightly uncomfortable as he extended an arm around your back, holding your arm in his extended hand and tenderly caressing it with his thumb. Goosebumps erected on the skin underneath your shihakushō where he so carefully touched.

"Don't you agree that it's clear that the Soul King is too weak to reign this world any longer?"

You paused, the familiar sparkle in his eyes fading the longer you stared into them.

"What are you suggesting, Mr. Aizen."

He sighed, briefly looking downwards before letting out a soft chuckle. "I will change this world, bit by bit if I must. It's clearly necessary, the balance of power in this world is catastrophic. There needs to be some sort of order... I'm sure you can understand out of all people, Y/N."

Your mouth gaped, pure repulsion flowing through your veins as his once compassionate gaze was replaced with unrecognisable animosity. So cruel it could be comparable to a bestial hollow.

"You... All of this was really you?"

You attempted to shuffle your arm gently out of his grip, backing away steadily as you tried to retain your composure.

"Mr. Aizen. You know this cannot fix anything. There is no solution or outcome that could ever result from this that would provide any sort of positive outcome for this world. You know this." You state, firmly rebutting his argument.

Aizen grunted, tsking as he sighed exasperatedly.

"You cannot compare your intelligence to my own, Y/N.

I'm sure you're well aware."

His cunning eyes shot you a vexatious glance as he scoffed at your attempt to reason with him.

"There has to be some sort of catalyst for change... a leader. I despise obeying this pitiful, weak Soul King like some sort of lifeless being and I refuse to do so any longer. I will see change and become its leader. I shall become a God if it's what it takes to change this world."

You scowled at him, the words coming out of his mouth stabbing you like daggers.

"Do not dare to harm the Soul King. Your desire to become a God is simply only for your own good and selfishness. Return to the society and repent or..."

The way his profoundly alluring, sepia irises shone in the moonlight captivated your senses, causing you to stammer and stall your defense. Even knowing the severe power imbalance between the two of you, you still swiftly freed yourself from his grip and stood up to unsheathe your Zanpakutō, the edge pointed directly at his Adam's apple.

"I will have to halt you myself."

Aizen's leer and sly grin mocked you, belittling you as he rose alongside you. His change in demeanour stumped you, the way his mischievous eyes taunted you in the luminescence of the pale moon truly petrifying you. A benign chuckle emitted from his hexing lips as he walked towards you, backing you into his room. The loud clacks of your waraji sandals gradually replaced with soft tufts as the flooring changed from oak floorboards to the tatami of his room whilst you retreated as far as you could from him.

"You can't stop me. I'm simply asking you to come with me. I want you to join me, Y/N...

You're perfect for my alliance."

Aizen's illusion faded, revealing another ominously standing in the corner, next to his futon. Your eyes darted sporadically around the room as several Aizen's emerged from the darkness surrounding you, causing you to hurriedly stumble away from him until your back slammed against the shoji wall.

You started to grasp the true nature of his plan and his request for you to join him.

Of course...

You were half human, half soul reaper after all. A rare case... a perfect little experiment for his hollowfication plan.

"How dare you threaten to use me like you've used all these innocent souls. I refuse. Return and repent, Mr. Aizen. Please. Should you turn yourself in now Council 46 may lower your punishment."

Your merciful plea had a limited effect on Aizen, the illusions in the room finally fading to reveal his true self.

"That is not what-"

You felt peril creeping up on you as he approached you, and you returned your Zanpakutō to the same cultivated pose as before. You threatened to dig it deeper into his neck, as a trickle of blood slid down it as a result from your increased proximity.

"Repent, Mr. Aizen!"

"No. You do not understand-"

Before he could restrain you once more, you briskly moved aside, hardly escaping his grip. You knew you didn't stand a chance.

You didn't think as your fingers latched onto the shoji door, violently sliding it open as you barely managed to escape his room. The sound of your sandals clacking against wooden porch echoed throughout Aizen's quarter and you tossed them aside, ridding yourself of any noise to conceal your location better.

I am far too weak to battle him myself. I have to tell them. Shunsui. Unohana. Sister...

Flashes of your traitor sister somehow always managed to poison your mind whenever you were in jeopardy and were in dire need of a hand. Your aching heart as a result of this was not helping your ability to quickly retreat and fix the situation. Your legs moved on their own, leaping over obstacles as you hastily made your way to the other Captain's quarters. You huffed spasmodically as your lungs begged for air from the intense speed you were travelling at.

You glanced behind you, the lack of Aizen in your sight relieving you. You prevented yourself from faltering as you kept your eyes focused on the target ahead of you, releasing your kido technique to jump higher over other living quarters and move faster.

So close... Your mind motivated you as you could perceive Shunsui's quarters in your sight.

So close...

Yet so far.

A familiar gait advanced rapidly behind you, yet you kept running. You refused to stop until you reached Shunsui's deck.

Unfortunately, a hand clasped around your wrist rashly, the grip so hard it felt as if it could burn through your skin.

The sly fox had outrun the feeble rabbit.

You were yanked backwards, a hard surface that once gave you comfort sending chills down your spine as your back collided with his chest.

An arm secured around your waist and another slithered over your mouth to halt your shrieks as Aizen took hold of you. He muttered an order to Tousen under his breath and before you knew it, you were transported into an unfamiliar room.

You cursed yourself for being so weak, you could not even heed a warning before he had caught up to you. You continued to struggle before you felt intense reiatsu suppress you, until you were immobilised and forced onto your knees.

Your begs for mercy and curses were silenced from a talisman being harshly sealed around your mouth with Aizen's rough hands, following with reiatsu cuffs sealed around your wrists.

"I knew you were too dense to comprehend this." Aizen huffed, shaking his head as he gave an order to Tousen to open an exit.

"I gave you your chance. Your ungrateful response will cause you to now suffer, as I cannot have you ruin my plans due to your own idiocracy."

You muffled curses and swore to become stronger underneath the talisman, before its effects started to cause your head to spin. Hearing you, Aizen whipped around to face you, his haori flowing slowly along him as he kneeled down on one knee to bring your chin up with his index and thumb.

"Oh? I look forward to the day you prove it to me then, Y/N."

The last thing you perceived was the curled side of his mouth as he gave you a cunning grin, before your eyes lolled back and your head slammed onto the floor, fainting. You were only to be found unconscious Council 46's court room and released days later by Hitsugaya after discovering the murder of the 46 by Aizen.

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

...

You thought you would never see that man again after his banishment into the Muken, let alone set free out and about. Yet here he was. Aizen Sosuke, standing right in front of you.

A minute silence ensued as you paused in your tracks on the way to your new workplace - the newly appointed firm building in Karakura for the Soul Society. An illusion? A prank by Mayuri? Not a funny one to say the least.

"Will you keep staring at me like that or will you actually address my existence?" Aizen chuckled cordially at your dumbfounded expression.

You wasted no time in flipping out your Soul pager from your pocket as you rang Shunsui with great speed. Squeezing the flip phone by pressing it between your shoulder and your ear, you used both hands to lock Aizen's hands behind his back and suppress him with your own reiatsu. You looked down at his wrists overlapped firmly from your hands, bewildered that he could still even stand from the thick reiatsu cuffs on him and your own suppressing him.

"What an impolite way to greet a former comrade..." He muttered as his face was mercilessly slammed against the side of the building.

You scoffed and the line finally picked up, allowing you to finally release your agitation. "Shunsui sir, care to explain why special threat Aizen Sosuke is roaming the Human world without a care in the world?" You barked into the phone, rage filling your veins.

,,Ah, Y/N! A hello would be nice... Oh! That... right. I forgot to tell you. Um, don't be too upset but...

I've had to appoint him as your assistant.''

Your eyes widened larger than saucers.

,,I'll explain more when I arrive-''

"Is this a joke? This isn't amusing. Explain to me right now, what on earth you were thinking?! First you set him free whilst Yhwach is terrorising everyone, and now this? What is wrong with you, you egotistical, idiotic, stupid excuse of a Captain! I deplore you-"

The line abruptly cut, Aizen's suppressed chuckles slightly setting free as he snickered at Shunsui hanging up on you. You slammed his jaw once again into the concrete wall to silence him in response.

"Do not speak until he gets here or I will mash your jaw into this wall so hard you will never speak another nonsensical word out of your ugly mouth ever again."

He seemed to finally comply, and you let out an exhale of relief.

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What a fool of a God.

To assign Aizen as assistant chief executive officer of the Karakura office? Shunsui must be out of his head. Truly.

Aizen's reign knows no end, unfortunately.

And neither does his gaze.

...

"You are making a fool out of me, Shunsui."

A dark gaze perpetuated contact with yours as you felt yourself being figuratively cut from the sharpness of his irises. Aizen being your colleague once again. After what, years upon years?

A joke, really. Unfortunately not one you were willing to entertain.

Shunsui, that cunning man. You damned his ideas of releasing Aizen from the Muken and allowing him to bloom once again previously as well. It was truly a pain that his immense power was unfortunately required and weaponised by the Soul Society.

In the human world with guards and intense reiatsu cuffs, he knew better than to attempt to do any harm. Therefore, his removal from the Soul Society allowed it to properly repair the irrevocable damage and harm done without having him wander around it, free to take the reins of its horse once again. Yhwach’s mass destruction had resulted in Aizen's home, the Muken, being destroyed after all.

Or now once again, Mr. Aizen.

The raven haired man grunted, exasperatedly yet solemnly itching his beard as he exhaled in frustration.

"Come on, Y/N. You know how short staffed we are right now, and after Yhwach's terror, you know that we need him."

Need.

You tsked at Shunsui's poor attempt at convincing you. "Short staffed? Goodness, I wonder where I've heard that before." You shot an unforgiving glance to one of the causes of the Society's reduction in force, his nonchalant attitude causing flames of detestation to ignite in your blood. The Captain sighed once again, advancing towards you and giving you a sincere glance.

"… You used to be such a sweet little girl."

Those words left a wound in your heart as he serenely strutted past you, placing a courteous pat on your back as he left you two alone.

"This is necessary. I hope you understand."

Where have I heard that before, I wonder.

The click of the office door sliding shut served as a reminder to the both of you that you were lamentably forced together, alone. You turned to glare into the eyes that were almost burning holes into the side of your face with the way they were fixated on you.

Aizen's grin only widened in response, causing yours to further deplete.

"My, I can almost feel myself bleeding at your gaze. Aren't we supposed to be familiars now?" He jests amicably, causing you to wince at his poor attempt of humour.

Aizen's deep, brooding sepia eyes seemed to refuse to hook off of you, your mind cursing Shunsui and his entire blood line for this unfortunate reunion. He propped a leg up onto his other, leaning back in his new desk chair and admiring the golden plate atop his desk that read out the characters of his name.

You tucked your arms into each other as you held them against your chest, giving an intense yet unimpressed gaze as you leaned your hip back into the wall of his new office.

"You're not here for long, don't get ahead of yourself."

What a pathetic, naïve man for thinking he could once again fool you.

Another snap of silence was abruptly broken by his upfront attitude.

"I noticed you did not bestow your presence upon me in the disputes of Karakura. Why was that?"

His sharp and stern tone stunned you as a stark difference from his previous complacency, and you felt humiliated to say the truth.

"... I was advised not to after you took hold of Orihime."

Aizen raised an eyebrow as you blatantly lied through your teeth. You were fervently opposed to admitting you were still too weak and had trained with Squad 0 rigorously to even try to match up to your previous pitiful altercation. He truly had no idea the amount of guilt you held for not being able to defeat him that night, and prevent all of his catastrophe from occurring.

"I see. I was looking forward to seeing how you had improved." He stated, softly grazing his fingers over the engraving of the shimmering nameplate. You only scoffed in response, chuckling at his remark as you looked away.

"I already gave you your chance to battle me back then, I guess."

He exhaled in exasperation at the strong grip you clearly still held onto your previous experiences. "It seems you're still latching onto the past, Y/N. I wonder what benefits you receive from such... obsession." Aizen persuaded, eyes locked onto yours regardless if you decided to return his gaze once again.

"Do not feel you have a right to speak on what part of my past affects me. You are simply a temporary employee and I intend to retain only a collegiate work relationship with you. Do not expect anything further as the only reason I am doing this is for the Soul Society's sake." You paused to inhale, muttering under your breath as you followed with a deep exhale.

"Clearly not something you are familiar with."

He stared up at you, unimpressed by your lecture and returning to a complacent manner once again. It bothered you greatly that you could not tell what he was thinking at all.

"Shall we get tea, Miss Shihoin?"

You sneered at his pitiful attempt to switch the topic to something lighter.

"Over my deceased, decaying body, Mr. Aizen." You gently remarked back, giving a slight grin in response to his imprudent question. Aizen's eyes depicted an oddly different expression this time in response to the nostalgic address you used with him.

Before he could bombard you any longer with that torturous voice of his, you left the room swiftly and without a word. You severely doubted you could take the slap in the face you felt hearing his voice after so long any longer. Yet you still decided to suck it up, refusing to let this tarnish your dignity and poise. You had to repeat a mantra in your head to prevent yourself from completely losing yourself.

This is only temporary.

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I’ll keep you safe Darling - Ominus Gaunt x Female Reader

Summary: Ominus finds you in the common room after Sebastian used the Cruciatus Curse on you

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: reference to pain

Y/N’s POV

I collapse into one of the armchairs facing the dwindling fire in the Slytherin common room, the pain almost unbearable as it still ricochets through me in spasms. The memory of Sebastian’s use of the Cruciatus Curse lingers, tormenting me even as I try to catch my breath. My vision blurs as I try to focus on the crackling flames before me, seeking solace in their dancing glow. The darkness threatens to consume me, both within and without. Each wave of agony serves as a reminder of the horrors lurking in the shadows, waiting to ensnare me once more.

As I struggle to regain my composure, the sound of footsteps echoes through the room, drawing closer with each passing moment. A familiar presence fills the air, accompanied by the subtle scent of Elm wood and the faint rustle of robes.

“Ominus,” I whisper, relief flooding through me at the thought of his arrival. Despite his sarcastic demeanour and guarded exterior, there’s a warmth in his presence that I find comforting, a flicker of light amidst the darkness.

I hear him approach, his footsteps measured yet purposeful, as if navigating the world with a sense of certainty born from experience. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade, sharp yet tinged with concern.

“Are you okay?” Ominus’ words are more a worry than a question as he was there, he saw Sebastian cast the curse and could do nothing to stop him unless he wanted us all to die down in the Slytherin Scriptorium. I wasn’t going to let Ominus go through the Cruciatus Curse again after his childhood.

I can sense the tension in the air, the weight of unspoken truths between us like a veil. He wants to move closer but it’s as if he’s scared to get too close but before I can tell him it’s okay I feel another spasm of pain sweep through me. My hands grip the arms of the chair so tightly I think I bend a nail back and my whole body trembles, a whimper of pain escaping my lips.

Ominus lets out a soft sound in response, a mixture of sympathy and frustration. Before I can process it, he’s kneeling in front of me, his hands gently prying mine from the arms of the chair and into his own. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the harsh realities of our world.

I can feel the warmth of his hands in mine, a comforting presence amidst the storm raging within me. His fingers intertwine with mine, a silent promise of support and understanding. And as he whispers soothing and sweet nothings, I find myself drawn to the sound of his voice, a beacon of hope in the darkness.

The pain begins to subside, gradually fading into the background like a distant memory. I take a deep breath, willing myself to focus on the present moment, to find solace in Ominus's presence. For in his clouded blue eyes, I see a reflection of my own struggles, a shared bond forged in the fires of adversity.

Ominus knelt before me, his clouded blue eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the fire. In this moment, he appears so open and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the guarded facade he often wares. His pale skin, dotted with moles, seems to glow in the dim light of the common room, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and cheekbones. His blond hair, starting to stray from his usual slicked back style, framing his face like a halo, adding to his air of mystery and intrigue. Dressed in black trousers, a matching button up shirt and a sleek waistcoat, he exudes an aura of elegance and sophistication, a vision of dark allure in the midst of chaos.

As I gaze into his eyes, I feel a surge of emotions coursing through me, sending butterflies dancing in my stomach. I had always admired Ominus from afar, drawn to his enigmatic charm and razor-sharp wit. But I never dared to hope that he could ever feel the same way about me, that beneath his cynical exterior, there lay a heart capable of love.

Yet here he is, kneeling in front of me with a tenderness that takes my breath away. In his presence, I feel seen and understood in a way that I have never experienced before. And as he reaches out to brush away a stray tear, I can’t help but wonder if perhaps there is more to our connection than mere friendship.

Something in me seems to break, a dam bursting forth with emotions I can no longer contain. I’m sliding off the armchair and into Ominus's waiting arms, my face buried in the crook of his neck as he wraps me in his embrace. His arms not hesitating to encircle me like a fortress, offering solace and protection in the midst of the storm.

I can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek, a comforting cadence that soothes the turmoil raging within me. His whispered words wash over me like a gentle tide, reassuring me that I am safe, that nothing can hurt me now. And in this moment, surrounded by darkness yet bathed in the warmth of his embrace, I know that I have found a sanctuary in Ominus's arms. For in his presence, I am no longer alone, no longer adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

I pull away just enough to search Ominus’ face for some sign, any hint of what lies beneath the surface. In the dim light of the common room, I catch a flicker of something in his clouded blue eyes, a spark of warmth amidst the shadows. It’s enough to embolden me, to give voice to the feelings that have long lain dormant within my heart.

With trembling hands, I cup Ominus's face in mine, guiding his gaze to meet mine with an unspoken plea. His lips part slightly, a silent invitation that I cannot ignore. And in that moment, I lean forward, closing the distance between us with a soft, cautious kiss.

As our lips meet in a soft, cautious kiss, I feel a surge of electricity coursing through my veins, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. Ominus' lips are warm and inviting, a tantalising promise of the unknown. His touch is gentle yet insistent, drawing me deeper into the embrace of our shared moment.

For a heartbeat, the world falls away around us, leaving nothing but the intoxicating sensation of his presence. I can taste the faint hint of raspberry ice cream lingering on his lips, a lingering reminder of our shared meal earlier in the evening. It's a bittersweet symphony of flavours, a testament to the complexities of our connection.

As we lose ourselves in the rhythm of our kiss, time seems to slow down, allowing me to savour every moment, every sensation. I feel the soft brush of Ominus's fingers against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His lips, warm and tender, press against mine with a gentle urgency, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both.

But just as the kiss reaches its peak, Ominus breaks away, a rare smile gracing his tantalising lips. His eyes sparkle with a mixture of amusement and affection, a sight that takes my breath away. A chuckle escapes him as I try to follow his lips with mine, desperate to recapture the fleeting moment of intimacy.

"You're eager, aren't you?" he teases, his voice laced with amusement. His fingers gently trace the contours of my cheek, sending waves of warmth cascading through me. "I've been wanting to do that since I first met you, you know," he admits, his tone soft yet filled with undeniable sincerity.

His words hang in the air, a confession of longing and desire that takes me by surprise. In that moment, I realise that perhaps I'm not alone in my feelings, that Ominus harbours his own hidden depths of affection beneath his guarded exterior.

And as I gaze into his clouded blue eyes, I see a reflection of my own desires, a shared bond that defies all logic and reason. In the warmth of his embrace, I find solace and strength, a sanctuary where love knows no boundaries.

“I’ll keep you safe Darling.”

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