#So to come back after all this time and get such a positive response

[insomniadreamzz]

In love with the Wolf

Alpha!Jinx x Fem!Reader

This fic takes place in Omegaverse AU. Mentions of smut, blood, werewolves, violence, angst

This fic is also taking place in another world but with Arcane characters. A Fanfiction written by me. I don’t own any of the characters. Using (Y/N) in this fic as well for Reader.

Enjoy!

Prolouge

Jinx and Vi were both Alpha‘s and sisters. Their relationship wasn’t the best after their father died in an accident. Vi blaming Jinx for it, like she blamed her every time something went wrong. Since that accident both of them parted ways, Vi meeting a beautiful woman, a Omega called Caitlyn. Caitlyn grew up in well known pack, a family with a lot of money, living the fancy life together with Vi in a beautiful place, a mansion. Meanwhile Jinx stayed at their lifestyle they had before. Nothing looked pompous, she had a simple home, a little hideout where she spent her time resting after going hunting or just causing trouble in town. She was known for being a criminal who stole stuff from other werewolves that had a more fancier life or even going in the human town and causing trouble there.

Their father Vander always told them not to get close to the human town. It’s dangerous. Humans and Werewolves had their problems with each other obviously. War between humans and werewolves was always a thing but at that time things got quiet between them. The leader of the whole werewolf nation made a deal with the human one. A deal no one really knew exactly about but it was important for every nation that they stopped fighting and living their own life even tho there were a little outsiders who still caused trouble. Criminals like Jinx. How long will the armistice hold on until everything goes back to chaos again? Only time would tell.

———

„Is that really necessary?“ You asked as you looked at the mirror, your brother Victor helped you adjusting the tie of your new uniform.

„Of course it is. You’re an adult woman now and our government needs more people who take care of the well being of human existence. You have never been the girly girl ever since you were little. You wanted this don’t you remember? Protecting your home?“ He told you as he gave you a smile with a little hint of sadness in it. „I can’t do it because of my disability to walk but you can. Make your older brother proud.“ He mentioned and you smiled, nodding in response. Victor was right. He couldn’t do anything much but you could. Maybe it isn’t that bad and you could use what you will learn to protect your loved ones.

Even if there is no war at the moment there were still some outsiders who caused trouble on both sides, human and wolves. The city must be protected and you grew more proud with your new job, fighting for good all those years you grew stronger and smarter. At least you thought werewolves were bad and they had to be locked away as soon as they get into the human territory. It’s too dangerous letting those ‚animals‘ run free.

All those things got taught to you. All that hatred. But for what cost? Your brother disappeared and you were alone, living only for the well being of your hometown.

You didn’t know what happened to Victor. He just disappeared from one day to another. You made peace with your own mind, convincing yourself of thinking he won’t come back anymore so you will stop being disappointed every day he won’t stand in front of your door, telling you everything is fine.

„Make your older brother proud.“ That sentence from him creeped in your mind daily and you promised him you will make him proud.

You were walking along the streets, the whole morning was rather quiet, not much to do for you as you roamed along the usual are you were positioned on. You were about to take a break when you suddenly heard a loud bang, a building catching fire, your eyes widen as you saw the chaos only a few meters away from where you were standing. „Shit…“ You mumbled under your breath, running towards the building.

You saw a few people running into your direction, away from the fire, some of your coworkers who were located near your route were also on their way to where the explosion happened, helping injured people out of it.

You decided to get in, trying to find more possible injured people but you didn’t see anything, coughing as you inhaled the smoke of the fire which also made it hard for you to see anything. In the middle of the chaos you saw a figure sitting in the middle of the room you were standing. It was a female, giggling to herself insanely before she noticed your presence, pink glowing eyes looking straight into yours. Her grinning widely so you could see the tip of her fangs. She was one of them…

„What the hell are you doing!? Get outta here!“ You shout at her, not caring if she was one of the wolves. She was still a living being. Sometimes you thought you are too soft for this job but letting anyone die wasn’t one of your things to do. „Why? Don’t you love the chaos? I do like it. Because that’s all I can do right. Causing chaos and trouble.“ She answered and your eyes widened, realising she was responsible for that.

„Why???! Why did you do that? I mean-…fuck it!“ You grumbled, knowing it was pointless asking her that. When you heard the ceiling above you cracking, something snapped in your mind and you rushed to grab the other womans arm and dragging her out of here, she squirmed into your grip, clearly not wanting you to touch her but you didn’t care at this point. Just the moment you both got out, the building crushed together.

„Don’t fucking touch me!“ She growled, you having other plans though. „Are you kidding me? You are arrested.“ You said before a coworker joined you, his expression almost scared as he saw your grip on the other womans arm. „How…did you get her?“ He asked before taking the handcuffs, making sure to put them around her wrists, you both having a hard time to make her stay still but you somehow managed it together.

„What? Why are you so shocked? Isn’t that my job?“ You asked him and his answer kind of surprised you. „That’s Jinx. You have never heard of her? She is well known for doing crimes. You will get a huge price for catching her!“

Your eyes widen in surprise. That woman was Jinx? She didn’t even try to fight you but why? Why was she so easy to get? Something is definitely off here. Jinx didn’t even look at you both, she looked to the ground, looking at absolutely nothing. She looked empty and sad. She did give up so quickly it made you wonder why or was it a trick?

Ever since that day you couldn’t stop thinking about Jinx. You wondered why she didn’t try to escape from you, she could easily turn into her wolf form and escape also the colour of her eyes…that pink colour. Usually werewolves had golden eyes, why were hers so…unique? You wanted to know more about her.

It was your free day but you still made your way to the cells, the urge to see Jinx again and getting to know more about her was just too intense. You knew she probably wouldn’t want to talk but at least you could try. Maybe you could also understand how that species is thinking and if they really are this bad. You always believed in the good in people and you wanted to give it a try.

When you stood in front of her cell you saw her being all curled up in the corner, her long blue hair hanging over her face you could barely see her. The walls of the cell were covered in scratch marks, telling you she probably freaked out in there. You didn’t even habe to say anything, she could sense your presence, her head slowly lifting to look at you, thise eyes already made you feel lost in them. Her gaze was tired, she was tired. Probably from crying, her dark makeup all smudged, cheeks stained with dried tears. „What do you want? Judging me?“ She grumbled but you didn’t answer yet. You crouched down to be the same level as her, showing her you don’t wanna do anything bad. „I want to understand you.“ You finally spoke with a soft voice, making her grunt in return. „No one understands me.“ She said, both of you staying silent for a while before she finally decided to say something.

„I lost everyone. My father is dead because of me fucking up…my sister blaming me for everything that ever went wrong and left me for a fancy bitch that hates me, everyone hates me. What’s the point of trying to keep a living? Nothing. I have no one.“ Her sudden openness was surprising but you understood the part of having no one. „You know…I have no one as well…my brother…he is gone. I don’t know if he is even alive anymore. Our parents died when we were younger.“ You mentioned, looking at Jinx who hugged herself as her nails digged into her upper arms, making her bleed. „You don’t understand half of what I am feeling.“ She continued pushing you away with her words but you stayed stubborn. „So all of this chaos because you have no one?“ You dared to ask and she snorted, snapping her head up as she looked at you, her eyes filled with rage but also with pain. „I wanted to show them all! I wanted to show what I can do! But…I always end up fucking up so I accepted that this is all I can do. I can’t do anything good.“ She snarled before getting up, walking towards you as she grabbed the metal rods of the cell. „What do you even know? You’re just a human.“

„Maybe I am just a human.“ You said before standing up as well, looking directly into her eyes. „You decided to cause trouble here. That’s not your home, that’s just not right. Of course we have to do something about it don’t we?“

„A human killed my father! My fault or not he died by a humans hands! I hate you! I hate what you are!“ She kept on yelling at you, her rage radiating a lot of power but you stayed calm. „You would have been arrested in your own home as well by doing that crime. You can’t blame every human for what they have done to your family. I do believe that if we would work together instead of wanting to erase each other we will have a much more peaceful life.“ You explained, her expression still angry but surprisingly she listened to you. „Jinx. You can do better than that I know it. I don’t care what you are. You are unique. Please remember my words okay? Think about it.“ You said before turning to leave, hoping Jinx will really think about what you told her. Maybe you had a chance to get her convinced to use her intelligence and powers for good. Just maybe.

To be continued

I hope you enjoyed the first part!! It’s more of an introduction but dw part 2 will come soon! Let me know if you like this story and wanna see more. I have a lot for you incoming. ❤️

[evelynvipah]

I’ve been wanting to talk about how even Jinx is very ignorant, or just comes off as uncaring, to the extent of Vi’s trauma in regard to before her prison time and after. I’ve also always found it quite weird and unfunny how quick people were to make jokes and say that Jinx “clocked” Vi in the tunnels when they were searching for Vander and fought about what they were doing after all the time had passed.

Jinx has actively watched her sister lose herself for months without interference—with knowledge that she was thrown into Stillwater, facing things that Vi obviously isn’t going to be that vulnerable abt—knowing that they both share the intense childhood trauma of losing an entire family in one night, and still finding it within herself to make fun of Vi being passively suicidal is honestly horrible to me. Especially considering the position Jinx has nonstop been putting Vi in since they reunited. Yes, Jinx has been going through some traumatic things, but not once has she even stopped to think (that we’ve seen) of what her sister has been through for the past seven years. The guilt she must be harboring for things she should not have had anything to do with, or responsibility over.

There have been plenty scenes where Vi recounts bits and pieces of her experiences in Still and most times she not only downplays it for the sake of trying to help other people understand where her position on a situation is from, but goes unacknowledged. With Jayce, when she asks him if he knows what being trapped for days, months, or years in a stone box is like he changes the subject to talk about their plans to go against what the council thinks and be more active against Silco. And with Jinx, her own sister, it doesn’t go any further than Vi wanting to reassure her that she’s always been there thinking about her and hoping to someday find her way back. No one, even Ekko, truly tries to reach out to her in a way that validates her own trauma and how the many changes she’s been through so far is affecting her. It’s all about what she can do for them or what position she holds in their lives. And I don’t say that in a way of meaning that everyone should drop everything they’re doing to focus on her, but a little goes a long way. Vi speaking out about her own prison trauma in multiple conversations could be her subconsciously asking for someone to show her some support or care that she hasn’t been on the receiving end of in years. She’s Jinx’s family—her only family left really—and all Jinx does is constantly disrespect her and what she’s willing to do or put aside for her.

This is me ranting at 2am so it might not make much sense (needed to get this out here), but I really hate that Jinx says to her “I busted half of Zaun out of Stillwater while you were passed out in the bottom of a mug,” as if that makes her such a good and heroic person. Yes, Jinx doesn’t really feel like that, but for her to throw it in Vi’s face like the girl hasn’t been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders since she was a child is sickening.

Some may hate me for saying this but I really feel like so far the only person that has put more thought into Vi and what she’s ever gone through is Caitlyn. Caitlyn is the one who got Vi out of Stillwater and saw first hand her conditions. Caitlyn is the one that got to witness Vi’s world be turned upside down when she came back to Zaun and saw it’s all gone to shit. Caitlyn is the one that Vi told about Powder and her family and what it all meant to her. The amount of guilt and responsibility weighing on her shoulders over something she had no control over whatsoever. Being parentified by her own father figure and community, leaving her with no space to be a child. Caitlyn has stuck by her side when her sister was harming them directly too, seeing Vi as her own individual and not an extension of Jinx. Even when they separated, Caitlyn still managed to do some good thinking about Vi by forbidding the use of the cells on the lower levels of the prison because of how inhumane they were. To say that Vi had only known Caitlyn for such a short time, Vi had become Caitlyn’s everything real quick and I feel like it says something when compared to Vi’s strained relationship with Jinx. Or even Ekko, the only other person who would truly understand what Vi had been through and is still going through. Being the protector, being the savior, being someone that people feel can solve every last one of their problems. Jinx had a chance to really connect with Vi outside of saving Vander, and she chose to hurt Vi because she knew she could. She knew she wasn’t the only one with open wounds not even close to healing, and she couldn’t help but rub salt in the ones of her own sister to make herself feel better.

-rereading and this is all over the place but whatever loll

[fourkisses]

i stare at the crash (it actually works) ✷

a cs55 written-smau series where . . .

carlos sainz signs with porsche after getting ditched by ferrari only to find himself in a heated rivalry with his teammate, the only female driver on the grid. oh, and did i mention she's also his ex-girlfriend?

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!porsche driver!reader

warnings: words. lots of words.

a/n: i may or may not have been missing in action for the past six months because of college (really deeply sorry for that.) anyhoo, here's part three. i hope u enjoy :)

ᯓ★ PART THREE: THE PROBLEM

Porsche F1 Headquarters | Monday, 01:38 PM

“You absolutely cannot race each other on the track from now on,” Reuben, Porsche's team principal, calmly announces.

You hung your head low, sinking lower on the couch. Carlos who is seated across you can only clench his jaw in response.

You two have been called in his office today after the debrief with the team. Everyone’s eyes were on you as you both walked outside the boardroom like two high school students who just got called into the principal’s office.

“If you two keep performing like this, then it would be greatly detrimental and dangerous not only to the team but to your safety as well.”

The tension in the room is manageable, but the embarrassment? Deafening. The guilty silence is so loud you think you’re in one of those mental torture rooms you keep seeing on the internet, with all the white walls and no windows. Then again, you thought to yourself after remembering all the stressful calls and negotiations done in this room, that yeah, it’s kind of like that.

“I’m sorry if I’m going over the line but I just have to ask this,” Reuben's voice snapping you back to reality, “but do you have some personal, err… how do I word this. . . grudges? Against each other?”

Instinctively, you look up to Carlos. His eyes meet yours. You both hold your gaze, determined to not lose this staring game. In the end, the Spaniard was the first one to break the contact. You both turn to the German who was sitting on his desk, answering his query at the same time.

“Sí.”

“No.”

Your gaze whips back to Carlos’ direction, glaring at him. Fucking hell. “No, Ru, we don’t.”

“Are you sure? You know I admire you both and I really believe in each one’s talent, but whenever you’re on track.. you just forget everyone else and the only competitor you see is each other.

“I get it that you both have a chance for the championship, but you know why Max is still the one leading?”

He looks at you, then at Carlos, before sighing. “It’s because you’re busy taking each other out instead of outperforming the other teams.”

Carlos comes to his own defense. “I’m not the one who always pushes their teammate off track when the race starts.”

You scoff. “It’s not my problem he keeps bottling his pole positions.”

“It’s because you keep pushing me off the track!”

“I don’t! You’re just stupid to not see that there’s no space left! It’s a fucking racetrack, not a public highway, so why would you squeeze yourself when there’s no spa–”

“Ay, come on! You always do that even in the middle of the race! Remember Imola? Yeah, and you didn’t even take penalty for that!”

“What, so you decide to shove me into the wall yesterday? Because of that?!”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it was an accident! It was in a corner and I’m trying to turn but then you try to overtake even though you can clearly see there was no spa—”

“We’re the only cars in that area! Don’t give me that no space shit!”

“So it’s okay if you use it to reason out but if I do it’s not?!”

“Oh mein gott, stop it, both of you!” says Reuben, his voice echoing throughout the whole room, interrupting you and Carlos in the middle of your. . . conversation.

“See? This is what I’m talking about! You two act like you’re a divorced couple fighting for your pet dog’s custody! And it’s worse on track! Did you ever review what happened yesterday?”

Of course you did—with Carlos, during the post-race debrief earlier. But what the team doesn’t realize is that no matter how many times they replay every moment from the race, they’ll never uncover the real reason it happened. Yesterday's issue wasn't on the track. It happened outside. In the the pit lane, specifically.

Pit Lane, Silverstone Circuit • Race Day | 07:39 AM

You've heard of stories about couples who work with each other.

Usually they don't end well, that's why people do not recommend doing so. Don't shit where you eat or something like that, as some would say. Something with blurring boundaries and the un-seperation of work from personal life or whatever.

But stories about ex-couples who work with each other? Rarely spoken of. Maybe it's because people usually avoid even just breathing the same air with the person they once went down for (figuratively and literally), so the chances of a fire burning the entire workplace is low. But the scarcity of information regarding the comedic potential of this absolute shitshow begs the question that half of the human population (okay, maybe less) gives a fuck about: How does it end?

Well, good thing you're here to tell your own first-hand experience.

You hear the squeaking of approaching footsteps against the floor. Not long after the sound comes to a stop as the owner of those footsteps arrive to stand beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder.

Carlos clears his throat. Despite and in spite of you not looking in his direction, you just know it's him. And despite and in spite of his presence, you continue bathing in your perpetual state of calm, keeping your gaze glued to the track in front of you.

“So,” he says, revving up a conversation. “You're gonna fly with the Ferrari boys the rest of the season?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Looks like it.”

“Max told me to invite you to fly with us sometimes.”

Really? You turn to face him but you see his eyes already staring at you in anticipation, waiting for a response. Talk about catching you off-guard. “Can I bring Lew?”

Now Carlos was the one caught off-guard. Why the fuck would you ask to bring Lewis?

In your defense, Lewis doesn't have that many close friends inside the track. You're just playing shepherd here, herding the sport's sheeps inside one pen so they can mingle with each other.

“Oh... uhm... I— he ... Max..” he starts to fumble, his eyes to the floor, to your side, up the sky, everywhere except meeting yours. He scratches the tip of his nose before replying.“Err, Max only mentioned you so.. I don't know if.. Lewis can, you know.. come.”

You cross your arms, turning your body back to the track in front of you. Welp. That was awkward. “Then tell Max I said thanks, but no thanks.”

Carlos' face contorted. So much for making amends, he thought.

“What's up with you and Lewis anyways? Are you two, like, you know, together?” he asks coolly, but deep inside he's dying to know. Keep it together, hijo de puta.

You're eyebrows knit in confusion. “What's with the questions?”

“Nothing! It's just that you two always hang out, you know... having your own little world and.. all that...” he trails off.

”And why does that concern you, Carlos? You're my teammate, not my boyfriend, remember?”

Carlos is taken aback by your blunt statement. The fuck? “So what if I'm not your boyfriend anymore? Dios mio, Y/N, maybe I'm asking because you're friends with the person who took my seat? And that you hate me? And we're fighting for the title? And only God knows what things you two are plotting against me?”

You swear to the heavens that if your jaw wasn't attached to your skull, it would've been on the floor already with all the blasphemy you just heard coming from his mouth. You turn to face him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Wow. Just. Wow. Up until now, he still doesn't trust you. After everything, he still doesn't trust you.

Carlos raises both of his arms. “I said what I said!”

You feel your blood boil, the ether of hatred for this man you once loved seething within you. You take a step forward, closing the gap between the two of you, all while never taking your gaze off his.

You look up at him, speaking with your voice low. “Carlos, have you ever heard of the phrase ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ ?”

Carlos chuckles. “What, you're gonna tell me that's your excuse as to why you're always with Lewis? Huh? You're keeping your enemies closer?”

Fucker.

“No, Carlos,” you replied with conviction. “Lewis is actually the first half of the quote.”

“Oh yeah?”

Instead of replying, you put your palm on his chest. He looks you in the eye and you hold his gaze. His eyebrows furrow. You speak again.

“The second half, mi amor, is why you and I are teammates.”

You tap him on his chest.

Then and there, the smug look on his face completely falters.

And then and there, you walk away.

How does it end? Truth is you really don't know. But how does it end up for you? Well, let me tell you something . . .

Porsche F1 Headquarters | Monday, 02:01 PM

Holy shit, you thought to yourself.

Reuben had already moved on and is now talking about plans for the summer break. You, however, are still stuck on a profound realization that just hit you after recalling what happened between you and Carlos before yesterday's race. An idea that you can't get out of your head. A reflection that resonated deeply. A thought that just won't stop haunting you.

. . . Are we the new Alpine?

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ELUCIEN | FAKE DATING MODERN AU

The one where Graysen cheating on Elain makes her want to extract revenge and her best friend is conveniently available.

Rated: 18+ (cuz smut) MDNI.

(I've been writing this for months and the difference between reading the smut I've written when I'm ovulating vs. when I'm not is just...enlightening.)

"L-Lucien!"

The groan in response had Elain throwing her head back as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, sinking deeper into her dripping cunt.

"Knew the bastard had never treated you right." Lucien was growling against her ear, pounding into Elain relentlessly as she pulled his face down to kiss him.

If someone had told Elain a few days back, hell, even a few hours back that she would be having the most soul-snatching and phenomenal sex with her best friend, she'd have laughed in their faces. Now, pinned underneath him as he drew out her sixth orgasm after she had already passed out twice in between, Elain wasn't so sure anymore.

Lucien had always been perfectly mannered and gentlemanly, never crossing any lines- not a single time in the six years Elain had known him. But as he held her down, whispering lewd comments and profanities under his breath, Elain wasn't sure she knew him at all.

All she did know was that, riding his face had been one of the most life-changing experiences she'd ever had. And she'd die if she never got to experience it again.

"Lucien...Lucien, I can't I can't I can't" Elain was sobbing as Lucien took her entire breast in his mouth, pulling her nipple taut in sync with reaching between them and rubbing her clit.

"Yes, love" He told her, pulling back to stare into her eyes as he slowed his pace to hit her deeper, draw out her orgasm longer before he reached down and sealed his lips to hers "You can."

Her moans were muffled as Lucien kissed her so hard it was like he was trying to drive her into the mattress while she clenched around him so tight, it was definitely painful if Lucien's answering groan was any indication as they came together.

Dazed and spent, Elain finally had breathing room as Lucien pulled himself off her but hovered above, leisurely kissing her as her fingers ran through his long hair that had come undone over the course of the night where they hadn't stopped in...4 hours.

It had all started as some petty revenge and Elain couldn't believe how far she had gone because of it. When she'd seen Graysen parading the girl he had cheated on her with around, openly and unabashedly, it had enraged Elain to the point that she'd actually flung some cutlery around.

It was two years of wasted effort and a deep sense of embarrassment that he had moved on, but she was still stuck in the humiliating loop of the entire ordeal. So, when her sisters suggested getting back at him in a way that was both effective and satisfactory, Elain had only one person in mind for it.

Graysen had hated Lucien's guts from the moment they'd met. Elain didn't know if it was because of Lucien's visible wealth or because of his evident pure-bred grooming. Whatever the case, he was perfect for it. But Elain hadn't been sure how to convince him of it.

When she'd finally gotten around to it, Lucien had all but laughed, agreeing almost immediately. It threw her off that he would be willing to go so far for her just for the sake of getting back at her ex.

But Lucien hadn't said a word, just rolled up his sleeves revealing those delicious forearms of his with the protruding veins, sat her down on his lap, those thick thighs making it hard for Elain to properly adjust herself on either side or smoothen down her skirt. He had handed her phone to her, guiding it towards the floor length mirror and helping her perfect the angle before his fingers ghosted under her shirt and he hid his face in the crook of her neck.

Elain's hands trembled as she took the picture, letting the phone cover her face but the entire setting was too intimate for two people who were just friends. She was positively delirious from the light touch of Lucien's warm fingers on her skin, his breath against her hair and his close proximity. She had taken a few more pictures before she gasped when Lucien's mouth connected with the side of her neck. It was a split second; one she didn't even properly register but Lucien was already plucking the phone out of her hand and swiping.

"I like this one" he told her, his warm breath fanning against her cheek as he showed her the last picture.

Elain let him post it.

It was safe to say, it broke the internet. She had only meant for him to post it as a story on his Instagram, but this man had gone ahead and shared that picture with all 760K followers of his.

A picture of Elain on his lap, face hidden by her phone as Lucien kissed her neck with a hand under her shirt had more than 150K likes.

It had taken Graysen less than a day to text her, a screenshot of Lucien's post attached to the message.

This is the best friend you told me to not to worry about?

Elain didn't bother deigning him with a response. Her mission was accomplished, and she felt a lot better.

So, why in God's good name could she not stop herself from coming up with absurd reasons to keep this farce going on for longer?

For Elain, that post wasn't anything. But for the world, Lucien belonged to one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. Sure, his controlling father was dead, and no one mourned him, and Eris gave all his younger brothers much more leeway than they had ever gotten but for Lucien to be so generous for some petty scheme on her end... it made her question her entire friendship with the enigma that was Lucien Vanserra.

It didn't help that she had always been oddly drawn to him, attractive and unbearably sexy that he was. Always immaculately dressed and groomed, charming and so so mouth-wateringly handsome.

When she brought it up with her sisters; Feyre, who had been friends with Lucien even before Elain, shrugged "Did you ever entertain the idea that maybe he likes you?"

Elain had laughed but sobered up when neither Nesta nor Feyre joined "You can't be serious?"

But they were and like the previous time, prompted her to test the theory.

It felt weird not being able to ask Lucien outright what his intentions were. She'd always been able to talk to him about these things and it felt unsettling to tiptoe around him.

When she innocently asked if he would be up for a few more pictures (that she would post this time), Lucien had shrugged and agreed without giving it a single thought.

The next few weeks were spent posting all sorts of deceptive pictures on her very public account. A hand on her thigh that was recognized as Lucien's almost instantly because of his signet ring. One of a bouquet of her favorite flowers. Another of a candlelight dinner. Of two champagne glasses. A shot of them walking around holding hands.

Very quickly, not only had she started gaining followers by the thousands, but her Instagram feed was filled with pictures of her best friend parading her around like she was his girlfriend for real. All she'd done was explain how it bothered her that Graysen was engaged to the girl he had cheated on her with, and Lucien had taken care of the rest.

Her sisters would swoon whenever a new picture dropped, and her comment sections would be flooded. Her sisters were proving their theory right and to the world, they were an ideal couple. Privately, Lucien had best friend duties as he tried to make her ex eat dirt.

But she could read between the lines. Lucien had remembered her favorite flowers when Elain had probably mentioned them in passing once. The candlelight dinner was set up on a beach near the waters which was on Elain's bucket list. He hadn't stopped holding her hand on the entire walk. Lucien had not removed his hand from her thigh after she had taken the picture, he'd just left it there like she was his real girlfriend.

And Gods, with how good he had treated her, she wanted to be.

She just didn't know what to tell him. For Lucien, she was sure he was just dutifully fulfilling his responsibilities as a long-time best friend. She didn't know how to tell him she loved acting like he was her real boyfriend.

When Vassa's party came around and Elain spotted Graysen in the crowd heading towards her, she was sure she was going to be sick. Three seconds before Graysen reached her, an arm had encircled around her waist and pushed her flush against the side of a firm body.

"Graysen" Lucien had greeted, his smile conveying all the malice he felt.

"Lucien" Graysen returned, eyes immediately dropping to his arm around Elain's waist "Long time."

"Not long enough" Lucien had responded "How's the cheek?"

Elain fought to hide her smile, turning her head and burying it into Lucien's expensive three-piece suit when she remembered that Lucien had punched Graysen on Elain's behalf when they learned of his infidelity.

"I knew you were always jealous of me; you bastard" Graysen had spat at him from his place on the floor.

"Then you would know how this turn of events delights me"

At the time, Elain had assumed Lucien was talking about finally getting to punch Graysen, something he'd been offering to do for a long time every time she complained about her douchey boyfriend. As she recalled that and compared them with recent outcomes, she wasn't sure.

Before Graysen could get another word out, Lucien was already leading Elain away. With a start, she realized it was away from the party as they ascended the stairs together.

All for a show. All for a show. All for a show. All for a show. Elain repeatedly reminded herself.

"How far are you willing to take this, Elain?" Lucien asked, an amicable expression on his face to cover up the seriousness of what he was asking.

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Elain realized he still believed she was doing everything, all of it, to one up her ex-boyfriend. But somewhere between her request and the first picture they'd taken, lines had blurred for her.

"Till he thinks death is a sweeter alternative to watching me with another man"

"In that case..." Lucien's voice drawled as he led her down the hallway till they were shrouded in darkness, far away from the party and any illumination the full moon was providing.

His head suddenly dipping too close to hers would have had her moving away but Lucien's grip on her waist tightened "He's right there, near the staircase. Watching"

Elain's breath caught as Lucien leaned in closer, grabbing the back of her head "Put your hands on my shoulders" When Elain did that, he instructed further "One hand near my..." He trailed off when Elain grabbed his nape, rising to her tiptoes and pressing her body flush against his.

"I get it" She whispered under her breath as Lucien changed positions, pushing her against the wall and trapping her in between the concrete and his body.

With the angle, Lucien's hands roaming all over her body as Elain rhythmically tightened and loosened her hold on his neck, it was hard to tell what exactly they were doing in the dark.

"Thank you" Elain finally whispered, looking up at him through her lashes, his face mere inches from hers "For going along with this and doing all of this for me despite knowing how silly it is"

Lucien didn't say anything. He watched her in a contemplative way, his gaze darkening when Elain's tongue peeked out to swipe against her lips as she continued watching him.

"Elain" He finally said.

"Yes?"

"Stop looking at me like that unless you want to really partake in what we're pretending to do here."

Elain didn't stop looking at him.

With a tortured groan, Lucien swept down and captured her lips with his, pressing her into the wall while simultaneously lifting her face for better access. Elain moaned at the feeling of his teeth nibbling on her lips before they parted for him, and she gasped when Lucien wasted no time in plunging his tongue into her mouth.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her, so she was suspended in the air, legs wrapping around his trimmed waist as she met him stroke for stroke. Lucien released a deep groan in his throat when Elain bit his lip and then soothed it with her tongue.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers as they breathed heavily still staring at each other before Lucien pushed her against the wall again, claiming her lips once more, unable to stop his hands from exploring the expanse of her body.

Elain's hands were on his face, memorizing the smoothness of his cheeks and the curve of his jaw as she opened her mouth further for his intrusion.

When they pulled back a second time, Lucien's lips had latched onto the side of her neck, kissing the secret spot below her ear that made her dizzy and gasp against the sensation. Before Lucien's lips latched onto her again, she managed to ask.

"Is he gone?"

Lucien paused as if he had been doused with cold water and he immediately dropped her back onto her feet, pulling back and creating space that Elain was beginning to hate.

"I think so" Lucien noted the empty spot near the staircase while he simultaneously held his handkerchief out to Elain for her to wipe her lips with. She stared at the handkerchief incredulously before swatting his hand away.

"Don't give me that" She grit out, eyebrows furrowing at his closed off stance.

"He's gone so I think we're safe to go downstairs now" Lucien was saying, his face set in stone, so in contrast with how he had looked at her only moments ago.

Before he could make a move to leave, Elain was grabbing his arm and dragging him into one of the empty rooms in the hallway before slamming the door closed behind them and locking it.

She whirled at him, enraged that he still thought she was only using him "I only asked-" She grit out, advancing on him "Because I didn't want to give my cheater of an ex-boyfriend a front row seat to whatever we were doing"

"What were we doing, Elain?"

When Lucien didn't say anything else, just watched her, Elain took his hand in hers "What we did-" She paused when she realized not putting a name to it could upset him further "-Kissing you. That was of my own volition, not based on some inane need to flip the bird to my ex. I liked kissing you, Lucien. I..." She took a deep breath as she met his eyes "I like you."

When Lucien remained quiet and contemplative, with dawning horror Elain realized that maybe she was wrong, and he had only been doing everything out of the goodness of his heart. Springing this on him, oh God, she was cornering him.

She snatched her hand back from where she'd been gripping his as words tumbled out "But that's just me. I- I just wanted to tell you" She took a step back "It's probably because you've been so nice to me" Another step back "It'll go away in a while" She gave a pathetic laugh.

"Elain, where are you going?"

With a start, Elain noted the wood of the door grinding into her back. Before she could answer, however, Lucien's hand shot out and grabbed her arm before he pulled her against him once again.

"Don't think you can run away after saying all that."

"I- I wasn't...that's not what I was-"

"Say it again"

"What?"

"The part where you liked kissing me."

Elain's cheeks were tinted red as she avoided his eyes, fiddling with her fingers "I liked...kissing you."

"Why?"

"I... like you" She whispered.

"Elain, look at me."

"I can't!" She cried, the embarrassment at being so horribly wrong flooding over her.

When all attempts to get her to look at him failed, Lucien lowered himself to her height to finally look at her.

"I like you too, Elain. I like you a lot."

Elain's rising smile was smothered down by Lucien's lips on hers as he lifted her with an arm under her ass, making her squeal into his mouth as he walked them to the bed. He dropped Elain onto the mattress, watching her for a moment as she looked up at him with a flushed face and a glowing smile.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"

Elain nodded because he had. He had picked her up tonight and stood and stared when she'd opened the door wearing a tiny, red number with a modest neckline which was open at the back all the way down to her waistline. She had worn her highest heels and was still considerably shorter than Lucien, a fact she secretly loved.

As he advanced on her, Elain moved further back on the bed "Then let me tell you how you're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on."

"You're not so bad yourself" Elain quipped teasingly before she squealed as he grabbed her ankle and dragged her back down to the edge of the bed.

"Such a fucking tease" he told her between kisses as he shed his jacket and Elain's fingers worked on untying the knot of his tie.

When she finally managed to pry his shirt open, her mouth dried at the sight of his perfectly tanned and chiseled muscles, openly gaping at his washboard abs and the v-line disappearing into his pants.

"Like what you see?" He taunted making Elain push at his shoulders till their positions had reversed. With a single tug, Elain pulled her dress up and over her body, leaving her in her red, lacy lingerie.

"Good God"

Elain had never truly known what it was like to be the recipient of a look like that till Lucien had come along. He looked like he'd been wandering in the desert for far too long and just found an oasis. She was his oasis.

"Elain..."

"Lucien, if you don't kiss me right this-"

He was already tugging her down, turning them over as he pressed his entire length against her, drawing a shudder from Elain while he kissed her. He kissed her like he was trying to imprint himself on her. He was kissing her for all the times he couldn't.

Elain gasped when she felt his knee against her clothed pussy, rubbing circles that made her feel faint. She thought she could come from that sensation alone.

"Behave, Elain" Lucien chided, almost like he knew where her mind was at, his fingers roaming the expanse of her back as he unclasped her bra, kissing a path down the valley of her breasts and finally pulling the flimsy material away with his tongue.

Elain made an attempt at modesty but Lucien never let her arms reach down to cover herself. Pinning them above her head, Lucien's jaw tightened when he took in the perfect shape of her tits, the peaking nipples.

"You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"

She didn't and she told him so. Lucien responded with reaching down and tugging at her breast with his teeth, making her back arch "Elain Archeron.." He soothed the sting with his tongue "You are every man's biggest desire and wettest dream. Do you know how much self-restraint I've had to exercise around you all these years?"

"Here I thought you were a gentleman" Elain lightly teased.

Lucien retorted by slapping her breast making her gasp "Walking around in those tiny clothes with that body, it's like you loved testing my limits. Last Friday, I almost bent you over the kitchen table"

That was partially Elain's doing. She had been testing a theory by walking around in the tiniest night shorts she owned with a camisole that was practically see-through. Lucien had shown no visible reaction except the occasional sigh but she'd assumed it was because she had subjected him to watching romcoms with her.

"You acted like you always did" Elain pouted in sham disappointment.

"I rubbed one out in your bathroom when you went to make more popcorn" Letting her arms go and taking each of her breasts in a palm, Lucien massaged them as he lowered his face again to lick a path up to her throat "Only to come back out and see you bent over the kitchen floor trying to do God knows what"

"I spilled-" Elain gasped when Lucien settled on her breast again, taking the entirety of it in his mouth "-soda"

"I don't fucking care, Elain. All I could think of was you in that exact same position, sitting on my face"

When Elain went quiet, Lucien pulled back to check her reaction, noting one of surprise.

"Fuck" Pulling himself off her, Lucien kneeled over her "Don't tell me Graysen never went down on you?"

"H-He had a thing.." Elain shrugged, arms automatically covering herself in a state of vulnerability "I just thought it applied to how most people felt about..y'know, oral"

Lucien didn't even wanna know if Graysen had made her go down on him. Grabbing her hand, Lucien pulled Elain upright before lowering himself onto the bed and pulling her over him. It was only when he grabbed her thighs and dragged her towards his face that Elain expressed alarm.

"You don't have to do anything just to one up Graysen"

"If I was on deathrow, eating you out would be my last request. Come here"

Clamping both his arms around her thighs, Lucien firmly planted her over his face, her soaked underwear the only barrier between his tongue and the place Lucien wanted it the most.

"You're soaked, baby" Every word against her pussy was a vibration that made her see stars.

Reaching up, Lucien tore her underwear, the sting making Elain gasp and pull on his hair.

"Lucien, I don't-"

With the first swipe of his tongue, Elain forgot what she was saying.

Lucien ate her out like she really was his last meal. He licked a clean swipe from the bottom to the top before capturing her clit between his teeth and tugging. Elain thought she'd black out as she cried out for him, her body bending over his head as she grabbed onto the sheets.

"Lucien!"

"I gotchu, baby" When he hit the spot, Elain's hips bucked forward but Lucien's arms around her firmly sat her back in place.

"You're going nowhere"

And he didn't let her. Not as she rode out her first orgasm, his name a prayer on her lips. Or as her second orgasm rolled into the first one, Elain going slump against him as he licked all of the juices leaking out of her, rolling her onto her back.

Elain's entire face was red, and she didn't think she had it in her to move an inch, but her hands moved up to free Lucien's hair from the band holding it together, pulling him toward her.

"I love your hair" She confessed.

"Yeah?" Elain tasted herself on his lips as Lucien tangled his tongue with hers.

"The volume makes me envious"

Lucien laughed between kisses, unhurried as he caressed her body, rubbing lazy circles on her clit making her eyes flutter and mouth fall open. When she sighed, her eyes barely open and lips swollen, Lucien was gone.

"You're driving me fucking crazy" He groaned against her throat, trying to relieve some of the tension in his pants by grinding against the mattress.

"Let me...help" Elain whispered, hands wandering low till Lucien grabbed onto them, pinning them above her head.

"As much as the thought of that delights me..." Lucien's belt snapping open sent shivers running down her spine "I've waited six years to have you, Elain. Don't make me hold back any longer"

Elain watched him lower his pants, boxer shorts following as she took in his erect length, her mouth drying up at the sheer size and girth "Gods, I want you"

"Say that again" Lucien ripped the wrapper off the condom with his teeth as Elain watched him roll it on with hawk eyes.

"I want you, Lucien Vanserra"

With a groan punctuated with her moan, Lucien sank into her, bracing an arm against the bed to steady himself. Elain's eyes rolled to the back of her head, teeth sinking into the cushion of her lip to hold herself back from screaming.

Lucien had never exercised self-restraint like he did as he waited for Elain to adjust, holding himself back from moving. He was trying to take it easy, make love to her and not fuck her raw and dirty like animals in heat. When Elain rolled her hips and tightened against him, Lucien was positive he'd died and gone to heaven.

"Lucien..." Even her breathy voice was enough to make him finish like a pubescent teenager "Please..."

He didn't need any more invitation as he intertwined their fingers, dug all his body weight into hers, sinking into her inviting warmth to the hilt and pulling out almost completely. Elain was delirious, eyes almost closing at the sensation before they shot open when Lucien hit that sweet spot inside her. The slow and deep strokes he was going for were torture, but Lucien vowed he wouldn't treat his first time with her like a quickie.

Till Elain dug her fingers deep into his scalp and connected their foreheads, speaking right over his lips "Now is not the time to be a gentleman, Lucien. Fuck me like you mean it"

It was like she flipped a switch in him. Something about the mean look in his eyes had Elain more aroused than ever.

When he pulled out completely, Elain whined. Both at the loss of him and his body heat. But Lucien just pulled her off the bed and pinned her over the vanity table.

"I wanted to do good by you, Elain" He lifted one of her legs on the table, stretching her in a way that he would never be strong enough to resist "But you test me every time. Watch" He lifted her face to the mirror in front of them as he sank into her from behind, Elain's head falling against his shoulder "Watch how good I fuck you, baby"

When he started moving against her at a pace much rougher and faster than before, Elain felt herself falling forward but Lucien grabbed her around her mid-section holding her up as she cried out for him, his other hand rubbing circles over her clit.

"Look at yourself, Elain" Lucien urged, grabbing her jaw and holding her face up.

In the middle of her hazy, foggy mind, Elain did register her flushed cheeks, her bruised but perky breasts, the multiple hickeys around her neck and she felt good about them. Lucien felt good. Towering behind her, holding her up with those strong forearms, he looked nothing short of a sex God as sweat glistened his tanned skin that contrasted against her pale one.

She had to take a long moment between his thrusts to actually find her voice "You-" She was already going to combust "You feel so good"

Flattening his fingers on her tongue, Lucien watched as Elain wrapped her tongue around it, panting and moaning, her eyes fluttering shut as Lucien massaged her breasts in tandem.

Her eyes flew open when Lucien delivered a sharp spank on her ass, sending her hips bucking into the edge of the dresser "Eyes on me when I fuck you, Elain"

When she finally neared her orgasm, chanting his name like a prayer he'd all but driven her up the dresser, her face smushed against the mirror with Lucien panting into her hair as he repeatedly hit her sweet spot and applied pressure on her clit.

When one orgasm rolled into another, Elain didn't know. She didn't have any recollection of how Lucien got her back on the bed either, just that he felt too good, and she never wanted him to stop.

Somewhere between her ass being in the air as he pounded ruthlessly into her from behind, holding her hands captive and going slow, edging her orgasm out for hours, Elain had already passed out twice. It was brief, she hadn't even realized it had happened till she awoke to Lucien between her legs, and she never wanted to wake up any other way again.

It was only after Lucien rolled off her that Elain turned to him, automatically resting her head against his bicep. It was funny how something as simple as her perfectly slotting against his side when Graysen and she had been awkward angled whenever they cuddled could make her this happy. That Lucien made her so happy.

"Tell me you like me again" She asked him when he turned to her, pulling her on top of him.

"I like you, Elain Archeron" he said immediately, without missing a beat "And I want to be your boyfriend. Officially"

"I don't know. It's not exactly easy filling that role. It comes with a lot of responsibilities and tasks that I'm not sure you're up to" Elain shrugged in sham pity.

"Are you being coy on purpose?" Lucien twirled a lock of her hair between his fingers, something about the mundane activity so intimate.

"Just letting you know what you're signing up for"

Lucien smiled as he leaned in for a kiss and saw Elain already moving towards him too "Don't worry, love. I have prior experience in that department"

"Really? And how was the feedback?" Elain asked between kisses, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You tell me" With that, he flipped her on her back.

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how it is, how it was, how it has to be

Ao3 | 2.8k Words | Darlin's POV

This was not your fault. That was the truth you kept repeating to yourself, the grounding thought that swirled in your addled brain to keep you from coming out of your skin entirely. No matter how D.U.M.P. spun this, no matter what the vamps said when they were questioned, you knew that it wasn’t your fault.

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Darlin' and Angel have a run in with some vampires. They get arrested. David comes running to help.

TW: Blood and injury, violence, death (not a main character, a random vampire), DUMP sucks and makes this way harder than it should be, poor practices by law enforcement, trauma responses.

This was not your fault. That was the truth you kept repeating to yourself, the grounding thought that swirled in your addled brain to keep you from coming out of your skin entirely. No matter how D.U.M.P. spun this, no matter what the vamps said when they were questioned, you knew that it wasn’t your fault. 

You also happened to have the Alpha-Mate of the Shaw Pack to back you up, which lent you a bit of credibility. You wouldn’t blame any official who had glanced at your cinder block of a file for not believing a word that came out of your mouth. You’d all but made a career out of lying to cops and enforcers, and you weren’t exactly inclined to stop that now, even as Sam attempted to tame you. 

You’d been home for three months. David had known for two and a half. Slowly but surely, the pack had folded you back into itself. You felt like you were circling yourself like a buzzard, on the downdraft, landing on the carcass of the person you used to be. You couldn’t escape the kid you’d been when you were a Shaw. You couldn’t help but see that kid in the mirror every day, in the ugly things you’d done with Quinn, to Quinn. 

People didn’t change, not really. And people weren’t good. 

That was why David’s mate made you so fucking nervous. Everything about them set your nerves on edge. You met them for the first time at the pack meeting where David all but forced you to spill your guts. So frayed, so exposed, their introduction was about as comforting of a thing as you could imagine at the time. 

“Hey.” They’d said, smiling at you like you were an old friend they were relieved to see again. “Come on. Let’s get  burgers or something. I’m starving.” 

That was how it had been with them ever since, an instant familiarity, friendship at first sight. People weren’t good, but they were. You didn’t trust people like that. You didn’t trust things that felt that good that fast. 

They were so comfortable with you so fast that it took a solid two weeks before you’d learned their name. David referred to them almost exclusively as his mate, the title heavy and purposeful. They were small. They looked weak. To essentially any empowered person looking in at the pack, they were an easy target. So he named their title, spoke their status as often as he drew breath, hovered his big hands over them everywhere they went. 

So it didn’t surprise you when the others called them stupid nicknames like ‘Little Alpha,’ and ‘Little Shaw’ whenever strangers were around. Everybody in the pack telegraphed their position, let outsiders know exactly who they would have to answer to if the Alpha-Mate was touched. You’d taken to, in the few months you’d known them, calling them simply ‘Little.’ 

Little had a few tricks up their sleeve. They’d caught you off guard that night when, after dragging you out to a club for a few drinks and a dance, they’d decked a vampire directly in the jaw with a mean right hook. You heard their knuckles crack and break when they did it, but even if it didn’t hurt the asshole, it certainly stunned him. 

You’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop for weeks. Quinn had friends. Friends who owed him favors. Friends who were willing to interrupt your night in dingy back alleys, away from unempowered eyes. Friends who were willing to put their hands on David Shaw’s Mate to get you to comply. 

It wasn’t your fault. They had touched your Alpha-Mate, and they had to pay the price. You circled yourself like a buzzard, and the corpse of the reckless, destructive kid you had been now rotted under your talons. You’d never had the sense or the charisma to talk your way out of a situation like that. For you, the only way out was through. 

It was just your luck that an off-duty Enforcer was walking home and passed your clandestine ally just in time to see you shift. It wasn’t a fair fight, three to one, but you would have gotten a lot further if he hadn’t called down the alley for everybody to freeze. 

When the law showed up, it tended to make people desperate. You saw the shift in one of the vamps’ faces from rehearsed cruelty to panic. He was closer to Little than to you, and his fangs cut into the paper-thin skin of their throat like a knife into butter. 

Dammit. You had to kill that guy. And in front of an Enforcer too. 

By the time he broke the fight up, you’d taken a bit more than your share of hits. One vamp was ashed and two were nearing it quickly. Little was on the ground after that first bite, twisting in pain and clutching the gnarly bite on the side of their neck. If they didn’t see a healer soon, they’d scar. They’d die. 

You shifted back, clothes torn and bloodied as soon as they settled over your body. You were extending your hands to try and help (how the fuck you didn’t know, you really wished Sam were there), when a pair of dampening cuffs clicked into place over your wrists. 

You’d done what you could, through spitting venom and curses at anybody who touched you or Little, to insist that somebody heal them. You were subsequently assured by every person who saw you through transport, processing, and eventually into the dingy, tiny holding cell you found yourself in now, that that was somebody else’s responsibility. 

That would have been fine if they had taken your cuffs off. You could at least try to heal them yourself. But they hadn’t. 

You could have started raising even more hell if they hadn’t shuffled the two surviving vampires into the same holding cell as you, as if attempting to manifest a brawl. Instead, you had to focus what little energy you had left on guarding Little. 

You crouched over them as you twisted your arms, pinned behind your back, and tried to gauge your range of movement. It wasn’t much, and the shoulder that you’d dislocated in high school sang with dull, familiar pain. 

You needed your arms in front of you. The vamps were getting their bearings. Their wounds were healing. Their eyes shone like predator’s in the low light, training on you. On them. 

When you popped your shoulder out of its socket, it gave you just enough room to slip your bound wrists under your feet. You huffed as the pain washed over you. You tugged Little up and wrapped your arms around them awkwardly so that you could apply pressure to their throat with one hand and dragged them back until you were pressed into the far corner of the cell. From there, you could see every inch of the space, could track any attack before it came. 

They would call David. They would have to, it was in your record that you were a member of the Shaw pack, not to mention the fact that they would know by now they had the Pack’s Alpha-Mate in custody, unconscious though they be. David wouldn’t let you sit for long. 

Minutes ticked by like molasses. You watched, crouched in the corner and bleeding steadily into the concrete, as the shift changed. Your knees ached from your unchanging position. Your shoulder pulsed with pain. 

It wasn’t David who came. It was Milo’s mate. You had known the Investigator for a while, had brushed shoulders with them a handful of times before you broke from the pack. You’d stayed away from them since coming back to town. The last thing you needed as a Department official sticking their nose into your business. They were good people, sure, Milo wouldn’t have picked them otherwise, but that didn’t mean they weren’t mandated to report the things you had in store for Quinn and his fucked up friends. 

Their sharp eyes scanned the holding cell for just a moment before they landed on you and went wide. You saw them gasp a curse before turning to the attendant and sharing some sharp, direct words. They marched over to the bars, but the attendant didn’t follow. Their brow screwed up in frustration. 

“Have you been seen by a healer?” They asked sharply, looking you over. Clearly you had not. They pursed their lips. A high, angry flush had overtaken their features. They turned back to the door and poked their head out of it, speaking quickly with whoever was waiting there for them. “Hey, that’s fine!” You heard them snap, their voice raising. “But when the Alpha gets here, it’s your ass!” They cast their gaze back over their shoulder, face twisting up in something you couldn’t identify.

They slipped back through the door, still shouting, and left you alone with the attendant and the vamps. 

It had been a few hours since you’d been tossed in the cell. Your energy and stamina had waned, but it had given the two vamps in the corner a chance to heal. After the Investigator’s visit, they started getting bolder. 

You couldn’t shift, but you could growl. You could jerk at them, bare teeth. You could ward off any attempt to get close with a sharp, predatory warning. They didn’t dare get too close. The memory of their friend’s ash must have clung to the back of their throats. You reminded them how easy it had been for you, voice tinged with animal hunger, to tear their friend to pieces. 

It took another half hour for the door to open again, and when it did, the air in the room changed. You were tired. You had been bleeding steadily from a smattering of wounds across your side and neck. Your wolf was crushed down in your chest by the cuffs, core straining to break free but unable. But as soon as the door opened, energy surged through you. The prey animal inside of you knew a predator when it came close, and it flooded your body with adrenaline in preparation for its attack. 

David Shaw stepped one foot into the room, his dark eyes sweeping over you, over his mate, over the vampires in the corner. You met his gaze, your vision hazy. You opened your mouth to say something, to call out his name, to tell him that this was not your fault. He held up a hand, a shaking finger and stopped you. He stepped back out of the door. Rage seethed off of him in waves. Your core responded, coiling back, away, your body bending and turning away in submission. You couldn’t help it, just like you couldn’t help baring your teeth when you were angry, or shifting when you were frightened. You hated how that made you look to the vampires in the cell with you, who snickered and eyed you, daring to inch closer as you cowered. You curled over David’s mate protectively, their little form shivering against you as you got ready to defend your little corner. 

There was shouting from outside of the door. Something crashed into the wall. You flinched violently, the wounds in your neck and side tearing open, weeping fresh blood. You hissed and flashed teeth, watched as the eyes of both vampires in the cell went with and locked on you. 

“Come a little closer, puppy,” one of them dared, moving closer. His face was twisted with hunger. You had made them bleed. They had had to heal. They would be hungry. “I just wanna bite.” 

A hand connected with your shoulder at the same moment the door slammed open. David’s form cut through the bright, fluorescent light from outside the holding room, casting a heaving shadow across the floor. Everybody froze. 

The Enforcer that had arrested you stepped out from behind him, his shirt wrinkled and a bruise beginning to blossom on his cheek. He motioned and the attendant jumped to obey. The door was opened. 

David entered the cell and every person in it crowded themselves against the wall, you included. You tightened your arms around Little, curled them into your chest, your eyes cast down and away from David’s face. All you could do, all your mind could hold on to was that you had to keep them safe. 

David’s hands were big and warm and gentle when they found you. One slipped to the back of your neck, holding your head where it was, blocking the wounds on your neck from view of the vampires in the cell. The other found his Mate, pushed their hair back from their face, gently stroked their cheek as he roused them. 

“Come on,” he said softly. It was still an order and your body still jolted to obey. He slowly extracted them from your arms, cardled them against his chest as he rose. You followed, even as your knees ached and threatened to buckle. You followed as he stepped out of the cell, his head high, his eyes cutting into the vampires in the corner. So big and brave when they had you injured and defenseless, now cowering back with their tails tucked. 

You managed to hold yourself up until the door was closed behind you. David stopped in the processing room, where the Investigator was waiting. He bent his knees, turned Little in his arms until they could reach. You watched as they pumped healing magic into them. They stirred, face pinched in pain, before settling back into David’s chest. They looked so serene in his arms, when even unconscious they had been tense in yours. 

The Investigator nodded as they finished with Little, turning to you. They unlocked your cuffs, and caught your shoulder as you threatened to double over. Your magic surged back through you as your core woke up, and your bones and muscles moved under your skin, threatening to shift. 

David’s presence pressed into your side. His voice cut through the buzz in your ears, quiet, concise orders. Do not shift. You’re safe. You don’t have to fight. Focus on me. 

Your core relaxed at his order, at his touch, as his presence grounding you in the present. Cool, thin hands snaked over the wound on your throat. You jerked back, slammed your dislocated shoulder into the wall on accident. 

“No!” You barked, your gut twisting. The Investigator stepped back, hands raised, smeared with blood. “No. I’ll… I’ll wait for Sam.” David said your name, low and in warning. If he ordered that you let them heal you, you wouldn’t have a choice. You flashed your eyes up to his. A high, pleading whine escaped from your throat. You felt pathetic. 

David didn’t say anything else. The Investigator hovered by your side as David started leading you to the parking lot.

David had to help you climb into his truck, his hands firm on your waist as you slid into the back seat. You huffed, embarrassed, and scooted across the leather seat as David lifted Little in after you. He tucked them into your side, his gaze flicking to yours for just a moment before he closed the door. He shared a few quick words with the Investigator, too muffled by the car door to make out. You watched as he dipped, bent his back and brought his hand up to cup the nape of their neck, pressing their foreheads together for a moment before they turned back to the building and he hopped into the driver’s seat. 

“It wasn’t my fault.” You said softly, about halfway through the drive back to the Shaw’s house. David’s dark eyes flicked up to the rear view mirror. You looked away, unable to meet them. 

“I know.” He said softly. Your heart stuttered in your chest. “I got the report. You didn’t do anything until they touched my Mate.” 

“The one who bit them is dead.” You supplied, like that bit of information was a peace offering. A deep, satisfied growl cut through the cabin of the truck. The vibrations of it shook loose the tension in your body. You relaxed, just a bit, rested your head against Little’s where it rested on your shoulder. “I made sure of it.” 

“Thank you.” He said it so softly you almost missed it as your consciousness drifted. You would be at David’s soon, and he would call Sam and take care of the bite wounds and your shoulder. Little was safe, tucked against your side. David was there. There wasn’t anything else for you to worry about. Your body caught up with you. You felt like shit. You hadn't felt like this since Sam had saved your life. 

You circled and circled, always the same, no matter how much time had passed. 

“Go to sleep, Troublemaker.” David’s voice cut through your spiral. “I’ve got you.” 

You couldn’t help but obey.

[cry4mina]

DYWTYLM? - Part 8

Take Me Back to Eden - Mina x Fem!reader

Word count: 8k

Angst/Fluff

Summary: Reader cooperates with authorities to trap Nayeon so they can lock her away for good but nayeon has other plans. Mina shows up for you in ways you never thought possible, solidifying your relationship and giving you reinforcement for the idea you already had.

TW: mentions of food, abusive partners, Nayeon is actually insane…death, knives, blood, suggestive moments, angst angst angst.

A/N: I was dragging my feet bc like only one more part after this and it’s basically an epilogue 😭 i fr love this series so much and I know I talk about it constantly but it’s just bc I’m just so proud of it. Thank you for taking the time to read it and I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤

A deep breath before entering the familiar building you used to call home, you look back to make sure the police are in their positions in the unmarked cars they drove over in to not tip off Nayeon.

A quick thumbs up to them before shifting your attention over to Mina who is in the passenger seat of your car. Parked in its usual spot, you can see her fidgeting and bitting her nails…she’s just as fearful as you are.

The worry in her eyes was very clear, even from a distance. Distraught over this plan you had concocted with the law enforcement to trap Nayeon and arrest her.

It won’t stop if you don’t stop it.

You are who she want and the sense of responsibility that you feel to protect those you care about is strong. Mina already got caught in the crosshairs…you couldn’t bare it if someone else was hurt by her.

Nayeon waiting for you in the apartment that held all the memories, good, bad, ugly, and even worse - the ones that weren’t yours too. All the energy that was trapped in that space, if the walls could talk, they would scream bloody murder.

9:45pm is when the cops were going to move in on the apartment, you just needed to keep her distracted while they moved into the building…you could do that. Looking down at your phone to check the time, it was 9:29pm already. Distracting her for 15 minutes didn’t seem like too big of a task but the fear of the unknown looms over your head.

What would she do or say while you were in front of her?

Another deep breath, you silently enter the building and make your way to the elevator.

It takes forever to get to your floor, the slow pull of gravity adds to your anxiety as the numbers go up,

1.

2.

3.

Until finally you’re on the floor where this began…and where it was about to end.

Flashes of everything that had happen haze over your mind’s eye, showing memory after memory of what had taken place over the last month.

The note.

The text messages.

The rock through the window.

The banquet.

The hospital.

Everything she had put you through, now about to come to a head as you sulk down the hallway and to the wood that separated you from whatever would happen next.

The front door is intimidating, feeling the same rush of emotions as the first time you came back to this place after you found out about Nayeon cheating on you…but in no way did you think it would turn into this…nightmare.

It was a full blown terror now, seeing who she truly was, her true colors…it was all still so disorienting, even with the time apart. Having a hard time believing this is who she was even though you saw it for yourself.

You watched as she tried to take away your happiness for her own gain, you watched as she selfishly almost murdered not only you, but Mina…and what she did to Jihyo and the people she supposedly loved…all of you put in harms way.

A violent narcissistic temper tantrum was all it was and at the cost of all her relationships.

Taking another deep breath, wincing at the broken and bruised ribs, you take your second to calm down. Needing to keep her here and calm was the biggest thing so the police could do their job.

It’s hard to remain neutral when all you want to do is lash out at her, tell her that she will never be anything to you anymore but you know she’s not going to listen…she hasn’t listened the last few times you’ve said it, you suspect she would only be worse this time.

Wrapping your hand around the knob, you open the door- the creak of the hinges only adds to the tension already built up in your body.

Stepping inside, Nayeon is waiting for you by the counter, smiling and giddy, bouncing in her place with little happy movements- the exact opposite of that you were feeling.

“Welcome home, baby!” Walking towards you with her arms spread to hug you.

Flinching at the action, you take a step back and lift your hands to shield yourself from whatever she might do.

Nayeon stops in her tracks, sniffling and pursing her lips. Her brows furrow harshly, smacking her lips and going back over to the counter where she was when you walked in.

“Are you scared of me, baby?” The pain and sorrow reflected in her question rings through your bones, a dull ache that made its way down your body.

“You know the only reason I’m here is because you threatened Momo and Dahyun…and don’t call me baby.” anger filled words with the sharpest inflection, spewing venom towards the snake.

Nayeon lets out one chuckle, it’s evil in nature and aggressive.

“I figured that was the only way to get you here…Sorry about your little girlfriend. I know you’re probably mad at me for that, but you’ll forgive me in time. You will see that you and I are meant for each other.” wincing as she walks over to the couch, a predator who didn’t feel threatened finding a place to perch.

Nayeon plops into her usual spot and pats the seat next to her, looking you in the eyes to see if they have softened for her the way they used to.

Crossing your arms, the rage swells into fury.

“How dare you?…How can you possibly think that I would ever come back to you after everything you’ve done?!” Voice raising at every syllable.

“You cheated on me, stalked me, threatened to harm people I care about, you pointed a fucking gun at my face, you shot Mina, trashed my apartment, and you think that I’m going to what…just crawl back to you, Nayeon?! You’re fucking delusional!” Screaming at her, releasing every ounce of hatred you had.

A laugh that echoed the sound of pure hell added fuel to the fire the moment it left her lips. Nayeon stood up and walked over to the counter again.

“You don’t have a choice, baby! You loved me once…and you can love me again. Either you stay here with me…” unsheathing a large kitchen knife from the butcher block on the counter.

“Or you lose everyone you love and not just M-Mina…” Nayeon chokes on her name, a single tear falls from her eye.

The admission of her intent to kill only swells your rage more, the fire in your veins fueling every poison laced sentence you spit in her direction.

“Don’t you dare say her fucking name, Nayeon! You don’t get to play sad for the things YOU did…I’m not agreeing to anything you want, Nayeon. Not now, not ever.” Clenching your jaw while trying to wait out the clock but you’re getting more restless by the second.

Nayeon slides a piece of paper over to you, knife still in hand - a silent threat.

It’s a marriage certificate with her name and yours written on it.

“You sign this…” clicking a pen open and placing it next to the contract.

“Or I will take everything and everyone you love away from you…it’s your choice.”

The calmness she has about her is an eerie cockiness, batting her big brown eyes at you like it would make a difference.

Emotional whiplash, the bounce between insanity and the Nayeon you fell in love with makes your chest hurt.

You’re disgusted by her, her true colors are showing in a way that paints her in the worst light and her soft attempts to show you that the gentle part of her still exists.

Looking over at the clock, the time reads 9:40pm…only 5 more minutes. You just needed to keep her here for only 5 more minutes.

Picking up the paper and scanning it over, you look up at her to see the ring you purchased sitting on her finger…The pear shaped diamond in the middle with little diamonds laid into a rose gold band.

The one you bought planning to propose… the one you showed her after you found out about Jihyo…your face twists in disgust.

Pinching the paper at the top, you are sure to look right in her eyes and you rip it right down the center, tossing it mindlessly to the floor.

“Hear me when I say this, Nayeon…I will never marry you. In fact, the most peace I have ever felt was when Jihyo told me she shot you and that you were dead. For that day, I was completely and totally fine. You have terrorized me long enough.” Voice getting shaky as the fear clings to you, chest tightening with each word.

“Look at the lengths you’ve gone…look at how much worse it actually is. You’ve hurt more than just me in this, you’ve hurt Mina, Jihyo, and every other member as well…”

“Had you actually been the person you showed me you were, we could’ve had it all…but you aren’t and you never were…you never will be that and I do not want anything to do with you.” Hearing the words leave your mouth was healing in a way, something you had said to her previously, but she failed to understand.

“I already took her from you. Mina is gone, Y/n. So who do you have now? You need me!” Watching as she gripped the knife like she was trying to strangle it teeth clenched and muscles flexing and her own anger boils over…she’s about to crack.

“SHE STOLE YOU FROM ME SO I TOOK HER FROM YOU! SHE CAN’T HAVE YOU LIKE I’VE HAD YOU!” Slamming her fists down, shaking the counter and everything on it, huffing and breathing heavy while tries to expel the hatred of the one who “stole” you.

Nayeon winces at her own wounds before cackling manically and taking a step towards you, she pulls the knife up over her head and swings down at you.

Dodging the blade, you push her back against the counter.

The shriek released from her was hard to hear, the physical and emotional pain she was going through…you were there too but in a very different light.

“Nayeon! Stop this!” Backing up towards the door, reaching for the knob.

“Don’t you DARE fucking LEAVE! I ruined my LIFE FOR YOU! FOR US!” Another swing of the knife, her heaving breath filling the room as she continues to slash in your direction.

“I’ve been gone this entire time! You have done nothing but make my life a living hell! Put the fucking knife down!” Managing to maneuver around her swings quickly, expertly avoiding the sharp slashes as they cut through the air.

Fear takes over, terrified at the attempts to harm you again. How could it be so easy for her to just attack you like this? Grappling with the extent she would go to get what she wanted, you can’t understand even now how she would be so willing to harm you.

Managing to gain a little distance from her, you watch as her arm cocks back. Dropping to the floor you hear this whistle of the knife and a loud thud in the wall behind you.

The blade sticks into the wall, wobbling from the sheer force she threw it with.

Clock reading 9:43pm - you just needed to get through 2 more minutes and everything would be fine.

“YOU. ARE. MINE.” Throwing anything she can get her hands on at you.

Coffee pot, pans, silverware, the crystal vase…everything.

Dodging most things being pelted at you, the crystal vase hits your back - shattering and scattering all over the floor, a few shards imbedded in your flesh.

Sucking air between your teeth, you reach down to try and shakily pull the shards you can see out. The sound of the blood covered crystal hitting the floor shocks Nayeon out of this jealous filled rage.

“Oh my god…baby, I’m…I’m so sorry.” Rushing over to you with a towel to try and stop your bleeding.

Flinching on her approach, you take a fearful step away from her.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” Tears now spilling, you move and the shards you can’t reach dig deeper into your side, torturously shredding you from the inside.

“P-please let me help you…” Nayeon is crying and sulking at her own mess, the craziness behind her eyes is still very present.

“No! I said don’t touch me!” sobbing as the terror sinks deeper.

Nayeon suddenly runs at you, swinging her fists violently. She manages to land a few punched on your face and ribs. The pain erupts from your chest, crying out into the living room where your illusion of happiness died.

Not letting you fall to the ground, she holds you up and drags you to the couch only to throw you down on it.

Straddling you, she wraps her hands around your throat and squeezes. Air being immediately cut off, you fight to get her off you.

“If you won’t be with me, then you won’t fucking be with anyone!” Hissed in your face as her digits tighten around your throat.

Fighting with every ounce of strength you have, you attempt to tell her to get off you but her grip is too tight. Tugging and pulling on her fingers, you grasp at her face and arms trying to just breath.

Vision is fading to black, you can feel the blood in your head trying to find a way out - tasting blood in your mouth…was this really it?

What about Mina? Thought to yourself…what about the life you could build with her. Her face flashes in your minds eye, you need to live for her…you can’t give up just yet.

Allowing your body to go limp, you lay still when you feel Nayeon’s hands retract. She starts bawling her eyes out, laying her head on your chest with her hands over her face.

“What have I done?…what the fuck have I done?!” Feeling her body shake on top of you while she sobbed into you.

Bawling your hand up into a tightly woven fist, you swing, knocking her clean off you and onto the coffee table - causing the glass top to break underneath her.

Trying to stand and catch your breath, there’s a heavy knock at the door.

Nayeon stands up, dripping blood from her back - panicking, eyes darting around to try and find her escape.

“You aren’t getting away this time, Nayeon!” Horsely yelled at her through the knocking.

Her face turns beat read, a fury like you’ve never seen before.

She walks over to the kitchen and pulls the knife out of the wall with a sharp jolt - never letting her eyes leave you.

Taking a step towards you, she hears the rattle of the door again.

“OPEN UP, IM NAYEON! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!” The burly sheriff yells, you hear the battering ram slam into the door - it budges slightly.

Nayeon runs at you, wrapping her arm around your throat to get you in her grasps. She places the blade on your throat and is waiting for the door to break.

The wood explodes out of the frame, a million splinters waiting to be had across the floor as the three police men file in, guns drawn and ready to fire.

The problem being you in the way, she was using you as a human shield.

“DROP THE KNIFE!” The sherif yelled, she did not comply.

“Put your guns down or I’ll slice her throat and let her bleed out.” Calmly, almost gentle in nature. How can she have such a calm demeanor, you can feel her heart beating out of her chest as she tugs you even closer to her, metal still to the skin of your throat.

Panic set into you, the adrenaline was too much and your heart was racing. Feeling the droplets of blood gather through the slices and drip down your side, slithering down your body - you hear a familiar voice breaking the concentration of keeping Nayeon’s knife off your skin.

“Nayeon…put the knife down!” An angelic voice rings from behind the men.

Hearting filling with dread as you break out in a cold sweat. No! Why is she here?! She can’t be in this dangerous situation.

“No!” You shouted past the officers.

“Don’t come in here!” Nayeon tightens her grip again, pulling you to get you to stop fighting her grasp.

Already fighting her way in, Nayeon gasps when she sees Mina slowly making her way into the room, tightening her grip on you and scooting the knife up higher on your throat.

Feeling the blade start to separate your top layer of skin, a single drop of crimson descends your throat, the police see this and take aim at Nayeon.

“Mina…W-what? H-how did you?” Mina simply raises her hand at Nayeon.

“Nayeon, let Y/n go…you know this isn’t what you want.” Her voice is so soft…and sweet…this is an awful time to swoon but you can’t help it.

Willingly putting herself in harms way to try and help you, to get you out of this situation. She steps in front of the officers and tries to defuse this.

“You don’t fucking know what I want, Mina! I wanted you dead and out of the picture but it looks like neither of us are going to get what we want!”

Nayeon’s tight grip of you faulters, you wedge your fingers under hers and push them a few centimeters away from your skin so the knife isn’t in contact with you anymore.

This is enough to distract her from everyone else, pushing against you to bring it closer to your throat to keep her leverage.

The push and pull ensues and no one makes a single move, cops won’t shoot because you’re in front of her, Mina is crying and begging for Nayeon to stop when it dawns on you…

“N-Nayeon! If you love me like you say you do…then put the knife down!” Strained and tired, the please escape you.

Nayeon hesitates, her grip loosens for a moment and you take the opportunity to break free - using her own strength against her and launching her back against the window, causing it to break.

Running to Mina, you wrap your arms around her. Safety with a beautiful face, you fight your sobs in the grips of her.

This wasn’t over yet.

“If you are with her…” Nayeon starts “Then I have nothing to be here for…” slamming the hilt of the knife into the already cracked window - the spill of the glass furthers everyone’s focus on her. There is an echo of the glass hitting the side walk down below.

Whipping around, you see Nayeon sit on the window sill, the cops are shouting and you take a massive step towards her.

“Get off the window! Now!” The men yell, but her focus remains on only you.

“Y/n, I love you…I’m sorry.”

“STOP!” Yelled, tearing your vocal cord with the shear force of the scream.

Everyone freezes, silence fills the room.

“Don’t do this, Nayeon. Please.” Begging through tears, you can feel Minas energy shift.

Taking another step forward, you watch how Nayeon is analyzing you…only one way to save this, only one way to save her…not wanting her to take this route out, you were going to see this through.

“Nayeonnie…please don’t do this…if you love me, you won’t do this…” reaching a hand out to her, trying to get her to co-operate by using her own tactics against her.

The old nickname rings through the room, hitting her ears and creating a tense moment of old memories. A sob breaks from her chest, reaching for your hand and locking her fingers with yours.

“Come on, let’s go…we can figure it out together, like we always do…right, baby?” This seems to be working, she’s got her hand in yours, hyperventilating as the ocean pours out from her eyes.

“Don’t you get it, Y/n?” Nayeon sniffles.

“There is no out.” Swinging the knife and slicing you across the chest violently, the unexpected movement as you thought you had her in your grasps by giving her what she wanted.

A loud boom claps through the room as the warm crimson spills out from your skin, it’s a surface wound - thankfully but the blood is still ever flowing.

Looking at Nayeon and watching it in slow motion as the blood spilled from her own chest…her knees hit the ground, dropping the knife on her way and toppled over onto her side - gasping for air and coughing up her own life force.

Instinctually, you rush over to her and places your hand over her would to keep the blood in. The cops call an ambulance, and you try to hold in the tears now that the danger has been quelled.

“Y/n?” Choked out between wheezes and coughs.

“Yeah?” Sadness in the tone of your reply, you never wanted it to come to this…you wanted her to be held accountable but…this is…not what you imagined.

“Can I…ask you…something?” Her voice getting quieter as the sentence carries on.

Nodding your head, a tear breaks free from your eyes.

“Do you believe we can turn into different people?” Almost a whisper this time.

“I watched it happen to you…” replied through the tightness of your throat and the ache of what was happening in front of you.

“Do you wish that you loved me?”

The questions burns in your ears, stinging it’s way down your neck to your chest and down to your stomach.

“…No. I wish I didn’t.” Words hitching as you sniffle through them.

Nayeon lets out a soft chuckle, lifting her had with the rest of the energy she had to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“It’s been so long since I’ve touched your face, I forgot what it feels like…” tears of her own spilling as she chokes on more of her own blood.

“I wish I never reminded myself…I tried to fix it all but…nothing seemed to help.” Breathed through the trauma she had endured throughout this night.

“I’m sorry my love…I’ll be better in the next life.” Coughing and hacking after the sentence only for her body to go limp in your arms, eyes open but staring at nothing as she takes her last and final breath.

Time is frozen for you and you only, the cops lift you from her and move you over to Mina who is still crying and waiting for you with open arms.

“Get her out of here!” The cop instructs Mina, she guides to the door and into the hallway.

“Let’s go downstairs and wait for the ambulance to get here, okay?” Staring at your hands, covered in Nayeon’s blood and seeing your own shirt soaked in a mixture of yours and hers…you come up with responses or even know what to speak out loud.

Mina takes the lead and takes you out of what once was your home, now only serving as a point as a headstone to the memory of Im Nayeon.

—

The sherif and first responders bring down the gurney with the body bag on it, packing it into the second ambulance and sending it off to the morgue.

The EMT responsible for stitching up your chest and removing the shards from your side mentioned to Mina that you were in a state of shock and should be okay in an hour or so, offering to let you sit on the tailgate of the vehicle until you were okay to drive.

Mina never left your side.

Not once since she had you again.

Phone vibrating next to you, rattling against the metal and startling both you and Mina. She picked up the phone, answering it quickly.

It’s Momo.

“Yeah, Y/n is okay. A few more stitches in her chest and she’s in shock but she’s okay…Mhm, yeah…” Mina looks at you with sad eyes, she was going to say it out loud.

“Momo, Dahyun…Nayeon is…Nayeon is dead.”

Silence.

“She was shot by one of the police officers. She tried to kill Y/n with a knife…it’s a lot, I know…Yeah we can meet you there once Y/n calms down a little more…okay…okay text me the address…alright I’ll see you soon. Bye.” Hanging up and sitting next to you.

Reaching over to Mina, you grab her left hand and lean your head on her shoulder. Wrapping her right arm around you, she just holds you closely. Giving you a forehead kiss and cooing that everything is okay now.

The only thing that felt okay, was her.

—

Mina hired people to clean up your apartment, paying the lease and moving you in with her. After a few weeks you and her both were mostly healed, ribs no longer broken…only the physical and emotional scars remain.

Though you lived together, most of your relationship was taking care of one another’s wounds and making sure the panic attacks had someone to combat them but what you really wanted was to build on the already solid foundation.

It was hard.

On both of you.

The girls came over every few days to check in, making sure that you both were doing okay. Momo called you every day, coming over most days of the week to cook for you and Mina.

Appreciating everything that everyone was doing to show up for you, there was a grey wash over you. Something you couldn’t explain, but it was noticeable to everyone…you weren’t as cheery and joy filled as you were…before.

Often waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, panicking from the nightmares of Nayeon holding a gun to your face or a knife to your throat - you would sob and Mina would hold you.

Three months of this was driving you crazy, never truly resting the way that you needed to, you drowned in your head and your thoughts - the flashbacks so unsettling that all you can do is sit still and hope they pass quickly while trying not to cry.

The lack of sleep caused you to not be present more often than not. Unable to hold a conversation for longer than 5 minutes or focus on a tv show, playing video games…food was uninteresting, skipping meals most days- it worried Mina more than she led on.

One particular night, after jolting out of sleep from a nightmare, you got up and put on a robe to cover your mostly naked body before strolling into the living room and wandering to the balcony. Taking a seat in one of the rocking chairs, just taking in the calmness of the night when you heard the door creak behind you - startling you.

Mina steps into the moonlight, still in just her panties.

“Mind if I join you?” The tiredness in her voice made you want to send her back to bed but you knew she was going through the same things you were, but she was trying to be strong about it for you.

Nodding your head, she walked over to sit in your lap, her legs horizontally across your thighs so she could lean into you. Her skin was cold against yours, even with the chill, you welcomed this contact with her.

Throwing part of the robe over her legs and covering her back with the other part as best you could, you both just sit in silence, keeping each other warm and enjoy the night sky together.

Looking up at Mina’s beautiful face, your eyes trace down her body to the scar where the bullet entered…your throat tightens, eyes watering as you bring your finger up and lightly trace it.

“I’m sorry…” choked out through the attempt to keep yourself from sobbing.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby.” Reassuring you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and slipping it up into your hair.

“If I had jus-“

“No.” Cutting you off before you could finish the sentence.

“You did everything you could do. She was the one who couldn’t respect that she made a mistake and took that out on you and I…that’s not your fault…that’s her fault.” there is a hitch in her breath that makes you hold her just a little bit tighter.

Tears streaming down both of your faces, she traces the long sliced scar across your own chest and you sigh.

“My reflection doesn’t smile back at me anymore.” Whispered through the silence of the night, followed by your sniffles and you trying to clear your throat.

The silence continues for a moment.

“Your reflection is missing out…Mine smiles back at me because of you.” matter of factly stated.

“Because of me?” throat closing as you speak the words out loud.

“Absolutely because of you. You are amazing, Y/n…you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner and so much more…you have shown me that even in the worst of times, life can still be great. Look at what we went through together! Look at all what we survived…together. I know that things have been a little rough after the fact, but we are still building…and my intention is to keep building…with you.” Lightly crying in the memory.

“You and I, we can get through anything.” Smiling through the tears she had.

“Y/n, I love you…” cupping your face with her hands and kissing you softly.

The warmth of her love radiated through you, evaporating any doubt or self blame you were having. It was nice not having to question if she was telling the truth or not. Every single display of love was in her actions, though this was the first time she actually said it out loud, you had known for a while.

Lips parting, she placed her forehead on yours, looking you in the eyes.

“Okay?” With a silly tone, eye wide trying to provoke you to giggle.

“Okay.” Smiled back at her.

Rocking in the chair together for a few minutes, you realize that this is what you always dreamed of. The fantasy of having someone who wouldn’t give up on you, the openness to be able to talk about what was bothering you…hope for the future…

Mina, this type of undying love….this was what you wanted.

“Hey, Mina?”

“Yes, my love?” Facing you to make sure you know that her attention was yours.

“I love you too.”

She rests her head on your shoulder and sighs, relaxing her body into yours. This brings a comfort to you that you can’t elaborate.

“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?” Feeling her voice reverberate in your chest as she asks.

“I would love to.” Planting a light peck on her forehead before resting your head there.

Continuing to sit calmly in the moonlight together, anticipating tomorrow as you calmly rock back and forth.

—

The brightness of the sun wakes you around 11am, calmly waking up for the first time in weeks. Mina is laying in your arms, still sleeping peacefully with her face in your chest. Not wanting to wake her just yet, you admire the calmness of the morning you’ve woken up to.

Mina shifts in her sleep, leaning into you more, and clinging to you even more. A small giggle erupts from you - feeling her smile into your skin, you stroke her hair.

“Good Morning, beautiful.”

“Good Morning, baby.” Her eyes still closed, tilting her head back and puckering her lips - asking you for a kiss.

Happily granting her wishes, you kiss her gently - a few soft sweet pecks before sitting up in bed. Nails tracing shapes on your lower back as you look over at her.

Bare faced and beaming up at you, you can’t help but think about how you got here. Everything that has transpired, all the heart ache and the worry…all of that leading up to this moment of waking up next to someone who would never dream of putting you through that.

In fact, she cares so much that she went through it with you…hand in hand.

Sighing, you lay back down with her, facing her and brushing a piece of hair out of her face just to tuck it behind her ear.

A bright gummy smile beamed at you sleepily, warmth in its light.

The sun couldn’t imagine the brightness or the warmth that she filled you with. Despite the scars and wounds you had both suffered together, she was still here…in the lowest point of your life she was a consistent ray of shining effervescent light.

“Do you know how special you are, Mina?” Tone turning serious for a moment, first thing in the morning.

“I could ask you the same question.” As she takes your hand off her face, softly kissing your palm before cuddling your arm.

The idea sprang into your head, something thought about in passing but too scared to focus on - you weren’t so scared anymore.

“Did you have anything planned for that date tonight?” Eyebrow raised and lips pursed.

“I was just about to ask what you wanted to do.”

“I’m…highjacking this date!” Jumping up and throwing on a pair of pants and a shirt.

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Leaping after you, wrapping her hands around your neck and clinging to you.

“I just highjacked a date, Mina! I have to make it special if I’m stealing it from you!” Smirking at her.

“Anything with you is special.” Kissing from your neck up to your jaw, making you totally weak in the knees.

“M-Mina! Stop trying to seduce meeeee!” The way you whined at her brought out that beautiful smile again.

Grabbing your wallet off the dresser, you hand her one of your cards.

“Baby, why are you giving me your card?” Confusion in her tone and concern on her face.

“Tonight’s date is all on me. All of it. So, do me a favor…” wrapping your arms around her waist and scooting her back to the bed so she’s seated.

“Take my card, go get your nails done and get an outfit for tonight.” Kissing her one last time before heading towards the door.

“But-“

“No buts! Unless it’s yours, then yes…butts.” Blowing her a kiss and slipping out the door.

Her giggle follows you.

—

Getting yourself a new outfit for the date as you were still replacing everything that was destroyed.

A medium grey sweater that hugged you perfectly, some fitted black slacks and black dress shoes. Mina would go crazy seeing you in this and that’s what you wanted.

Walking back to the car, you try not to pay too much attention to what’s across the street from the store you were in.

You hadn’t been there…maybe you should go. You know the number of the plot…

Before you could argue with yourself further you were pulling into the dirt parking lot and stepping out of the car.

Walking down the isles and counting until you hit the one you knew it was at.

Taking a deep breath, you walk to the stone and read it.

~Im Nayeon~

~Forever in our hearts~

Fans had scattered the grave with wreaths, photocards, flowers and candles that had burnt out all their life force.

You were just happy none of the fans were here to see you visiting so you could have your peace in this moment.

The company did a very good job at covering up how it all happened, burying police reports and blaming it on a car accident.

JYP had been collecting letters sent to the company for you, the world not knowing what she put you through…they offer sympathy but it only caused you more suffering. You opted not to read them.

The online comments about you being with Mina were hard to swallow, everyone placing bets on who you’d be with next when they had no idea what you had already been through with Nayeon.

The world never knew what she was or who she was. A secret kept from everyone in order to protect the privacy of Twice and you while you all healed.

Staring for a minute, you drop your head and have a moment of silence with yourself.

The birds are chirping, the sun is bright and you were about to propose to your girlfriend tonight but you were here…somberly staring at the cold stone slab that Nayeon was buried under.

“I’m going to ask Mina to marry me today, Nayeon…I know that probably doesn’t sit well with you.” A dull whisper of wind pushes your hair out of your face as you sit down in front of her grave.

“What you and I had…it wasn’t love…it was never love…and I know that because what you put me through is something I would never put Mina through…I wouldn’t have put you through it either.” Eyes staring to well up in anger and sadness, tears falling and hitting your pant legs with a thick rhythmic thwap.

“But…Mina is exactly what I’ve always wanted…she’s what I thought you were.” Taking a deep breath as you carry on.

“It’s still so hard to wrap my brain around. How did you go from humming in the kitchen and trying to make my coffee perfect to…shooting her and stabbing me? And what you did to Jihyo? I just…” choking on your words, face twisting in discomfort.

“Not in this life or the next…Goodbye, Im Nayeon.” Taking a second to blink the pain from your eyes, another deep breath, you stand up and walk back to your car.

You’ve got some preparing to do.

—

Next to stop for flowers, and then you’ll be ready to go and pick up Mina from your shared apartment.

Though it hadn’t been long since the two of you had been together, it felt like a life time. There was nothing you were more sure about than marrying her.

Grabbing a bouquet of 2 dozen roses, you are officially ready to return back to your apartment.

Pulling into the parking lot and going up the stairs, you hear the shower running. Taking the moment where Mina was distracted, you set up the flowers in the living room. Frilling them out and making sure they were perfect.

Once that was done, you went into the room - removing your shirt and pants on the way and heading straight for the bathroom to join Mina.

Angelic singing echoing against the tile, her shadow behind the frosted glass washing her hair.

Stripping out of your underwear, you knock lightly on that glass.

“Room for one more?”

“Hmmmm, I suppose I could make room.” Winking before stepping to the side and letting you into the drizzle of the shower head.

—

Mina stayed in the bathroom to dry her hair and style it while you went and got ready in the room. Slipping on your new slacks, you grab the sweater and slide it on before brushing it out as a nervous tick.

A spray of the sandalwood perfume you like and a watch, you’re almost ready to go.

Sneaking over to your sock drawer in the dresser and pulling out a little suede box and stuffing it in your pocket quickly.

“I want to surprise you with the dress I got so go to the living room when you’re finished!” Shouted with excitement.

“Yes Ma’am, leaving now.” Stepping out of the room and closing the door.

Thinking it is a little chilly outside, you should probably grab your jacket. There was a charcoal grey peacoat you had that would match, and hand an inner pocket to hide the ring.

Putting the jacket on, you tug the ring out of your back pocket and pop the box open.

It’s perfect.

An oval diamond on a platinum band with two smaller diamonds framing the one in the middle, classy and elegant just like her.

Closing the box, you put it in your jacket and take a deep breath. Nerves getting the better of you as you wait.

It didn’t take long for Mina to emerge from the bedroom. Hearing the door open, you turn your head to see your beautiful girlfriend.

Holy.

Shit.

A bright candy apple red cocktail dress, hair done in large beach waves with a nude lip. The embodiment of heaven blessing you with her presence, elegant and sexy…you were very lucky for so many reasons and very aware of that.

“Oh, wow…” standing up immediately, you walk over to her - jaw to the floor.

Suddenly Mina gasps at the roses set up for her on the coffee table.

“Honey! These are so beautiful!” Running over to them to stick her nose in them and take a deep whiff of their fragrance.

“Thank you.” The eyes she’s giving you sends a chill, jaw still on the floor at her in this dress.

“Can you help me?” Pointing to her back and turning around to reveal her zipper half way down.

Oh, the nerves persist, rattling you to your core. Hands shakily taking the small zipper and tugging it up, you release the metal and hear it rattle.

“Are you shaking? Did you eat today?” Concern in her voice, she turns around quickly to face you, brows furrowed in worry.

“Yes, I did eat.” Sheepishly, trying not to make eye contact.

The warmth in your cheeks gives you away to her.

“Y/n L/n, are you blushing right now?” Her hands go to hips, the smirk she gives you makes you cover your eyes.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Reaching for your fingers to hold your hand.

“You might still make me nervous…” timidly expressed with a chuckle.

“Nervous?! We are just going to dinner, my love! No need to be nervous.” Kissing your cheek and grabbing her shoes to slip on.

Strapped black heels to finish the look off and a black clutch to match.

Catching her eyeing you while she fixes the straps on her shoes, you wink at her and taking the moment of separation to grab her long black jacket out of the closet.

“Thank you for getting my jacket baby, and can I just say…you clean up so well.” Winking back at you as you hold her coat open for her so she could easily put it on.

“Thank you,” kissing her and admiring her.

“Ready?”

Mina nods her head at you, you hold the door for her while she steps out and you’re off on your date.

—

Dinner was smooth, taking her to a fancy steak house around the corner for your apartment. The food was great, the atmosphere was quiet and the conversation was immaculate as always.

Unsure of how you were going to pop the question, you just let the night take you where ever it may.

A glass of wine or two and you were feeling less nervous than before, now it was just a matter of timing.

Unwilling to ask her in public, you tried to think about what you could do or where you could take her that would be romantic and still personal.

“Wow, the sunset looks really pretty tonight.” Pointed out to you as you left the restaurant.

“Do you want to go watch it at the park?” Perfect idea.

“I’d love that.” Smiling up at you as you set off.

The park only being a block away was a big win, especially with her in those shoes. Clinging to your arm the entire way there, you find a bench in front of a stream and watch as the sun goes down.

Mina’s head is resting on your shoulder, still holding onto your arm and sighing into relaxation.

“Hey, Mina?”

“Hm?”

“Well…” the nerves returned rapidly as you start your speech.

“You know you mean the world to me? You’re so kind and caring, intelligent, thoughtful…I really respect and admire the person you are.”

*Deep breath, keep going*.

“Everyday, even the days that wouldn’t classify as great, since I’ve met you, you’ve only added to my life. I’ve grown so much…I value myself more, and I finally know what love truly means. Through out the relationship we’ve built, you constantly show up for me…you are an amazing partner and friend.” Running out of breath, forgetting to inhale and exhale while you talk.

Mina is looking you in the eyes, tearing up as you continue.

“I would not have made it through…the situation we were in without you…and to be honest, I don’t want to know another day without you as my partner. You are everything I dreamed of and so so so much more.”

Standing up and kneeling down on one knee in the gravel, you pull the box out of your jacket, anxiously trembling as you pop it open in front of her.

Mina’s hands cover her mouth as she gasps in shock at the ring, the tears are now freely falling as she covers her entire face with them.

“Mina Sharon Myoui, w-will you marry me?” Quivering through the most important sentence of your life.

Mina is aggressively nodding her head yes, sniffling and choking back happy tears while she extends her left hand towards you.

Slipping her ring on her finger, you kiss her hand and stand up only for her to follow you in a massive hug, sobbing into your neck and squeezing you.

“You are everything to me.” Her tightened throat squeaked out.

Meeting you face to face, placing her hands on your cheeks and bringing you in for a kiss drenched in pure love.

Resting your foreheads together, you’re smiling at each other- holding each other and living right in that moment where you’re supposed to be.

This is what they talk about in movies. This is what the love songs are written about.

This is Eden.

“So, future Mrs. Myoui, what would you like to do for the rest of the evening?” Starting to walk home hand in hand, Mina’s ring finger sparkling in the moonlight.

“Anything.”

“Anything?” Eyebrows raised, she has something in mind.

“Mhm, what are you thinking?” Kicking a pebble on the street as you walk.

Mina can’t seem to shake the smile she has, you share that sentiment.

“I can think of a few things, actually.”

“Oh, really? Like what?”

“Well, I might’ve bought more than just this dress…and I’m going to be honest, I’ve been staring at you all night.” A glimmer in her eye, a look.

THE look.

“More than just the dress, huh? I’m intrigued.” raising an eyebrow at her.

“…it’s actually under the dress.” Casually dropping the information.

“Drinks before dessert?” as you turn the key to your apartment.

“Whatever you want, soon-to-be Mrs. Myoui.”

[cotl-eyesofdeath]

What went wrong the first time around with the kids? What was narilamb's fatal flaw as parents?

Short answer:

Lambie’s manipulative with a need for control even when it comes to their loved ones, and while Narinder tries his best he’s still kind of a mediocre dad that let Lambie do whatever they wanted to their kids as long as it wasn’t physically traumatizing

Long answer:

After like a thousand years of being a cult leader Lambie starts thinking that they want a break from all their responsibilities, and so they decide to try having a child with Narinder to see if they can keep the cult leading in the family. On account of their… eldritch-ness, Lambie’s unable to have children the regular way, so they needed to use a ritual that would actually make it possible. Use your imagination for that part.

They didn’t expect it to work since they kinda just bullshitted it, but somehow it did work and so Narinder ends up carrying their firstborn, which they name Yarna. From her birth Lambie has groomed Yarna into becoming the perfect cult leader, just like Narinder did with them, but there were still a few doubts in their mind. They decide to have another child, Chanto(Narinder carried a him too), and raise him as a sort of back-up plan. They also decide to raise backups to the backup but with children of their followers instead of having another of their own, starting a sort of cult leader/disciple school. This along with Lambie’s selective shows of affection breed jealousy and rivalry between the two siblings- Yarna believing that being the next cult leader is her rightful place as the firstborn and afraid of losing her position, and Chanto just wanting to prove himself to Lambie and get the same treatment that Yarna gets.

Narinder notices the growing tension between the siblings and does his best to teach them to cooperate with eachother and keep a healthy relationship, but his idea of a “healthy sibling relationship” isn’t the best to begin with… still, he warns his kids of what happened with his own family with stories of the past, but that’s pretty much all he does. Aside from keeping them apart so they don’t fight, he doesn’t do anything else, and the kids have heard his stories so many times that they start to tune them out and forget- retreating into their own world of spite and jealousy. This is all made worse by Lambie deliberately stirring up trouble between them, seeing them as in competition with eachother and their schoolmates and making no effort to hide it, believing that if they’re in competition with eachother then they’ll strive to be better and pick off the weaker ones.

Jealousy runs amok between them. Yarna has always had an advantage with being the firstborn and first student, giving her more time than all the other kids to learn and hone her skills as a cult leader. This obviously makes her the biggest source of jealousy for everyone else since they’re basically playing catch-up and hoping that she’ll get behind somehow to actually give them a chance. Though this also means that there’s extremely high expectations put on her to be the most model student of the entire cult, causing her punishments to be even more extreme when she does make a mistake, and Lambie’s punishments for her are the worst of all. Since she’s the most promising student, she’s the one that Lambie pays the most attention to and that’s an extremely sharp double-edged sword- not just for her but for everyone else too. Lambie pays the most attention to Yarna, so she gets most of their affections, leaving everyone else basically in the dust. Nobody else gets as much of their attention and praise as Yarna, but this also means they’re allowed much more freedom and their punishments for mistakes aren’t as severe.

Chanto as the second born is at a disadvantage with their studies that they try their hardest to overcome, and though the hard work does pay up and they inch ever closer to Yarna, in the end they feel like they could never reach her- not only in their studies but also personally. Both of them want affection from Lambie, their parent and beloved god, but Chanto also wants Yarna’s affections too, at least at first. They believed that if they caught up to Yarna then they could both have fun as siblings while also getting Lambie’s attention. Yarna, of course, only sees him as a rival. What he gets praised for is something she’s expected to do without it, and when he does something bad he’s punished with a lot less severity than a small mistake that she would make. Not only that, but he has a freedom that she craves. Yarna is constantly on edge and acting perfect all the time, studying 24/7 and doing it all with a forced smile she’s perfected to look natural all while her own brother is allowed to play around outside in the trees and with the other kids. She believes this is an injustice, and so every chance she gets she “disciplines” Chanto herself, using his naivety and craving for affection against him, becoming his biggest bully. She would berate him, steal his food, destroy his things, and spread rumors about him all around the cult in hopes of getting his reputation so low that Lambie will finally discipline him the same way they discipline her.

Years of bitterness, jealousy, anger, hate, and routine neglect pass by and Yarna is still the first in line for cult leader status. Lambie’s attention has turned solely to Yarna after a while, practically ignoring all the other students in favor of constant monitoring of her to make sure she doesn’t mess anything up. They’ve gone from grooming her into the perfect cult leader to instead turning her into a mini version of them, feeling that they could only leave the cult in her hands if she did everything as they would. This has led to them ignoring even Chanto, their other child, who has started defecting against their leadership due to this neglect without them even noticing. Their plans of pitting their kids against each other in order to make them better leaders has failed, turning one into a constantly stressed internal mess and the other into a secret dissenter that slowly blooms a rebellion in the dark of night, growing it steadily for years. Chanto has realized that Lambie has been abusing him, his classmates, and most of all: Yarna. He tries to help her out of the situation several times but she never lets him- she’s too deeply brainwashed and still resents him for what she couldn’t have. She’s going to follow the path that’s been laid out for her like the obedient half-sheep she is or die trying- and, well… Chanto will free them both from their lifelong misery, by any means necessary.

A few more years pass and Yarna has finally taken her place as the new cult leader while Chanto and half of the original cult have dissented and split off to live somewhere else. This, in theory, should make everyone happy, but… neither Yarna nor Chanto are at ease with the other group’s existence, and so there’s still friction between the two, but a war wouldn’t benefit anybody as of now and so they’re just keeping their distances for now. At least, that is until the dissenting group settles into a place with an abundance of a specific resource, causing them to thrive more than the original cult.

I’m gonna speed this up because I’ve been writing this over the course of several weeks and I’m tired but basically:

Trade negotiations are started but eventually fail so bad that it snowballs into a war, Yarna and Chanto leading their own respective armies

Lambie leaves the two groups to fight amongst themselves believing that it’s just another one of their kids’ sibling fights while Narinder is freaking out knowing that this will kill both of his kids. He attempts to convince Lambie to join the fight only to protect the kids and make sure that they don’t fucking die even if it means killing everyone else because he doesn’t have any power in this situation. It works but way too late

Lambie goes to the war site and finds their kids. Dead. They stabbed each other in the heart and died at the same time, the consequences of Lambie’s actions being this. They kill every single cult member- old, new, dissenting and loyal, deciding that starting from complete scratch with only Narinder is the best course of action.

This isn’t the first time they’ve had to start over with only Narinder, but while the first time was accidental this one was on purpose, and it hurts a lot more. Lambie truly is devastated at the loss of their kids but it’s Narinder who took this the hardest. He will always love the lamb and how ruthless they can be, but this… this made him realize how much more evil they could be. However, what hurts the most is just how complicit he realizes he had been.

The whole situation changes them both but mostly Narinder, leaving him in a state of shock for so long before he finally starts to grieve.

5 stages of grief and all that, shit gets really weird between the two of them for a long time before they finally start to mend their relationship again because they’re bound to each other no matter what so they might as well keep their relationship amicable at least. After like a thousand years of self reflection and improvement(mainly Narinder but he has the lamb change a bit too) they decide to have another kid, but just one this time, and they name her Mary(the little lamb). Narinder is more present and active and the lamb isn’t trying to mold and manipulate her into the perfect cult leader so she grows up into a pretty decent and happy person, even though she can see the dead and is haunted by her parents’ past mistakes in the form of her dead siblings trying to steal her life. She has a bee boyfriend and likes poetry.

[xproskeith]

I noticed someone bookmarked my fic I wrote and posted last night and this was the comment on the bookmark. I'm fine. Not crying at all 🥹

[dangerous-advantage]

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The top left description reads, "seems like they'd be good at parenting." The top right description reads, "seems like they'd be bad at parenting."

Then, from the top down, to the left of the squares, the other set of descriptions reads: "excellent child rearing instincts," and "never trust them with a child in your life."

Each of the four squares contains an image of a different character. At the top left is an image of Lan Wangji of the Mo Dao Zu Shi donghua. He sits between the descriptors "seems like they'd be good at parenting," and "excellent child rearing instincts."

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In the bottom left square is an image of Xie Lian from the Tian Guan Ci Fu manhua. He occupies the square with the captions, "seems like they'd be good at parenting" and "never trust them with a child in your life."

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[itsalwaysdark]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[baishouqijia]

i am desperately trying to be more active but i'm experiencing mental burnout. just want to say thank you for the interactions even when i'm only checking in here now and again - i'll respond when i'm feeling better! <3

[chastiefoul]

nanami kento is known to have a habit of crossing his legs when he sits. when he's reading, or just idly thinking. it's just something he does unconsciously, often time he doesn't even realize it himself.

yet this quickly changes after he got together with you.

now, everytime you come into the same room as him, the man quickly shifted his legs back to a regular position; you know, just in case you want to sit on lap.

fine, he wants you to sit atop of it.

this is all because he had the mistake─one he'll gladly do over and over, of experiencing it once.

the feeling of your body pressed so close against him while you ramble on about absolutely nothing, which he listens to intently with a smile on his face; his hand running along your hair ever so softly while he hums once or twice as response to your animated chatter.

and then you rested your head on his shoulder after getting a bit tired, your strands tickling his neck in the best way possible. his hands moved smoothly to your sides, rubbing up and down. all soothed and relaxed, nanami loves the sight of you being so comfortable near him.

you probably couldn't get closer to him more than this could you? he thought, as he held you tighter nonetheless. he felt content, whole.

so yeah, in short, nanami wants you to sit on his laps.

and with how fast he does it too there's no way you don't notice the subtle change of how he sits lately. yet you don't have the heart to point how obvious he was being, so most of the times you just indulged him, no questions asked. although it's not like it wasn't enjoyable for you, it was the opposite.

not to mention the smile he wears everytime you do it... it's enough to make your knees go weak. a smile you'd go to war for, a smile that's worth doing anything he's asking for.

it seems like nanami isn't the only one who has a new habit, then.

[koling2345]

Just Simon with a cute new recruit. NSFW

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Lieutenant! Simon who: Thought you'd be just another recruit, until he saw that you were such a cute little bird. So obedient and pliable, always listening to what he had to say without refuting it.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Never even looked at any recruit in a different way until you arrived on base. The way you looked at him with sweet little eyes and called him 'Sir' was almost a symphony in his ears.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Loved it when you asked him for help with something on the base, sometimes purposely disappearing with things, only to see you coming after him to find out where that item was.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Made a point of training you, he never let any other superior do it. Not even Johnny. Simon wanted to be solely responsible for your success, or rather, he wanted to be solely responsible for giving you orders. And watching you obey them.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Started glaring daggers at any other soldier who looked at you. Not only that, but any soldier who even spoke to you or flirted with you was magically given a month's worth of hard duties. What a shame ;(

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was in charge of you at the gym, giving you several repetitions of exercises, never passing up an opportunity to put you in some positions that were a bit... Lewd, to say at least. Always keeping a close eye on every exercise you did, his eyes roaming over your body as you knelt down to stand up when you finished a set. The sight always made his pants a little tight.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Always gave you heavy workouts, tiring you to the limit. Just to make sure you'd get tired enough, then he'd have the excuse of helping you to get your bearings. Putting a hand on your lower back. Sometimes even being bold enough to put his hand on your waist, pulling your body against his in an attempt to help you. And if you were really, really tired, he could carry you on his shoulders. No, it wasn't an excuse to stare at your ass and thighs, feeling your body pressed against his. He swore it was just his good intention, he just wanted to help!

Lieutenant! Simon who: Would let you sleep in his room, there was a storm and the base was without power, you didn't want to be alone because you were scared. And he wouldn't let you be alone after learning that you were afraid of thunder, poor thing. That night he wrapped you up in his sheets, pulling you into his lap as he comforted you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Helped you forget the fierce storm outside, pumping his thick fingers into your pussy, slipping in and out of you, scissoring and curving inside you. He made you come once, twice, three times, enough to make you tired and sleep on his lap, in the mess you made on his thighs, and he didn't care. In fact, he was proud to see the mess you'd made, that he'd given you.

Lieutenant! Simon who: After spending one night with you, he refused to sleep in separate rooms, so every night he dragged you to his room, at which point he already considered you his cute little thing. Normally, he would hold you all night with a death grip, so don't even try to escape.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Couldn't sleep peacefully until he'd buried his cock in you. Sleep only came to him after he had slid his thick cock into your wet folds, deep into your tight warmth. Slamming into you without mercy, he swears that his lullaby is your whimpering sounds under him.

Lieutenant! Simon who: Was mean to you, used you until he had his fill. It didn't matter if you'd already come for the thousandth time, he didn't care, because he went after his own pleasure, he would pound into you all night if he wanted to.Even if you were whimpering underneath him and saying you couldn't take it anymore, he'd respond with:

“You can and you will.”

[nochepsicodelica]

You wake up from a nap that went on a little too long, only to see that Toji still isn't next to you in bed. It's dark already, and when you check the time on your phone, the screen reads 10:14. You see light underneath the bedroom door and get up, dragging the blanket along with you. When you open the door, there Toji is, sitting on the couch, watching TV with his hand in a bag of chips. You peek at him from the hallway entryway and watch as he puts another chip in his mouth.

"Hi," Toji says, not the slightest bit oblivious to your eyes on him. His gaze shifts to you and the big, puffy blanket you have draped around you. "How'd you sleep?"

You don't answer, but instead start making your way towards him, the blanket tailing behind you as it drags on the floor. Five more steps and you're right in front of him. Without a second thought, you're climbing onto his lap and making yourself comfortable. Your big blanket covers him, as well as his bag of chips, now, too.

"Still tired, mama?" Toji asks, when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You grunt, affirmatively, in response, tightening your arms around him. "That's how you answer, now?" He asks, chuckling when you grunt, again. "I'm rubbing off on you. You sound like a bear."

"Why didn't you come sleep with me?" You ask, your voice quiet from being underused.

"I went into the room to check on you and you were knocked out. Even got some cute pictures of you drooling, and you still didn't wake up."

You whine, annoyed at this revelation. "Not cute at all. It's like you don't even love me," you mumble, turning your face away from him, your cheek now positioned on his shoulder.

"Love you enough to keep an album full of these pictures."

"What? Toji." You briefly turn your attention back to him.

"There's eighty in there. Well, eighty-three, with the ones I got today."

You sigh, dramatically, and rest your cheek on his shoulder, again. "I have nothing more to say to you. Goodnight."

You can hear the smirk on Toji's face when he says, "'Night."

In the short amount of time that you slept on Toji, he was witness to yet another one of your dreams. He's been around for plenty of them. Some were nightmares, others just random dreams that made you jolt awake with a jump scare. He's even been around for the good ones that cause breathy renditions of his name to spill from your lips. This one was just weird.

Toji felt you stirring and watched as you nuzzled into his shoulder. He listened in on your nonsensical thoughts and grinned, amusedly, at the randomness. You sounded worried as you mumbled things about your eyes and how you wanted to keep them, and then something else about changing your mind and not being ready. He had no time to wonder what you weren't ready for, because you woke up and you looked scared.

You sit up on Toji's lap and blink a few times as you look around. "Toji, do my... my eyes?" You question, not finding offense in the way Toji looks like he's trying not to laugh. You're still very much concerned about your eyes.

"What about your eyes, ma?" He asks, his gaze darting after yours as you keep looking around.

"Do my eyes still work?" You ask, still panicking on the inside.

"I don't know. Do they?" he says, only further adding on to your fear. There's a small crease between your eyebrows, making you look conflicted. Your expression goes sad when you look away from Toji.

"Ma, wake up," Toji says, pinching your cheek a few times, while wearing a teasing grin on his face. "Look, if you're actually scared, we can check." You really need that confirmation, so you give Toji your full attention. "What's this?" He asks, tapping the scar that strikes his lips.

"Your handsome, sexy, all you can eat, full course meal of a scar," you mumble.

Toji deadpans and tilts his head, furthering his unamused expression. "Your eyes are fine."

"Test me, again. Pleaaaase?" You beg, giving him a soft smile and puppy eyes.

He sighs and gives in, no fight put up against you, whatsoever. "What color are my eyes?"

You hum as you lean in to examine the subject more closely before coming to your conclusion. "The most handsome bobansome, beautiful, crispy green apple, shade of green."

Toji scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief. "See? Your eyes are fine. On that note, you're banned from sleeping on me."

You gasp, dramatically, as if he offended you. "Aren't you the one always manhandling me so that i'm sleeping on top of you? And during our afternoon naps, you put my leg over your hip. And when I try to get up, you--"

"Okay, you're not banned. Jeez." You outsmarted him and it shows through the way he subtly clenches his jaw. "If you like sleeping on me that much, just say so."

You narrow your eyes at him, before pushing off of his chest in an attempt to get off of him.

"Whatcha doing?" He asks, holding your hips down so that you can't move.

"Going back to the room," you say, trying to peel his hands off of you, to no avail. "I would like to sleep on our bed, now, Toji."

"Then, tell me that and I'll take you. What are you doing pawing at my hands, trying to get them off of you?" He takes one look at the involuntary lift of your lips and already knows what's going on. "Oh..." he chuckles. "You a grumpy little bear, now?"

"Don't talk to me," you grumble, huffing childishly and turning your attention away from him.

"Aren't you the one always calling, saying you just wanted to hear my voice while i'm working? And you get goosebumps all over when I talk directly into your ear. And when I don't--"

"Stooop," you whine, leaning forward and burying your face in the crook of his neck, again. Your arms wrap around his neck and your thighs squeeze his waist. "You're not fair," you mumble, into his warm skin.

"Yeah, i'm so cruel to you, huh, baby?" He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, a soft smile lingering on his lips when you hum out a little "mhm" in response. He moves his bag of chips aside and turns off the TV, before wrapping the blanket around you and tucking the excess away, so that he doesn't trip over it as he walks. With ease, he stands up from the couch and starts towards the bedroom, with his lump of a blanket clinging to him.

[rafesangelita]

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 rafe is tired, but never too tired to have pretty little sheep!reader bouncing on his cock <3

warnings: dealer!rafe, light fluff, sleepy sex, riding & reverse cowgirl, dirty talk, praise, spanking, hair pulling, use of the name ‘daddy’, tit sucking

a/n: sheep!reader has been getting heavily requested.. so ask and you shall receive! i’ll be giving longer fics a small break until my pogue!sweetheart!reader series is done because my brain is actually going to explode lol

nothing felt better than coming home to you after a long day of bullshit and seeing you in nothing but those cute thigh high socks of yours. especially when you were so needy and willing to do all of the work. you’d give rafe what felt like a thousand kisses all over his face, his arms wrapped around your waist as you gushed about how much you missed him and thought about him all day. “yeah? i missed you more.” you’d smile at his words, quickly getting him out of his clothes.

you massaged the tension out of his shoulders and left trails of kisses along his skin, your boyfriend growing more relaxed as your skilled hands worked to get him unwinded. by the time you were finished, he was barely able to keep his eyes open, his heavy-lidded gaze meeting yours. “what do you want, baby? you’ve been looking at me like you got something on your mind..” your cheeks heated in response, his fingers dancing along your flesh.

“i know you’re tired.. but can i get on top?” a lazy smile made its way to rafe’s lips before he pulled you onto his lap.

“fuck, yeah.”

those two words were all the confirmation you needed, your shaky hands planted on rafe’s thighs as you moved on top of him, his cock filling you to the hilt. watching you move so fluidly on top of him was enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head, the sight of your soaked cunt gripping him with every drag of your hips drew more moans from him than the last. “ah, f-fuck! you’re just taking that shit..” rafe was mesmerized, his large palm resting in the curve of thigh.

you cried out when his hand came down on the globe of your ass, a stinging sensation spreading across your sensitive skin. “riding me dumb, huh?” rafe grunted, wrapping a fist in your hair before pulling you back against his chest. you were arched almost painfully in this position, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. “poor baby, here by herself all day..” you whimpered, his free hand snaking down your tummy until he had your clit pinched between his fingers.

you shrieked, white, hot pleasure blinding your vision. rafe knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew what would have you yelping in pain, and what would make you all soft and warm like putty in his hands. “riding daddy makes you so fucking wet,” your hips stuttered when rafe starting rubbing hard circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the lewdness of his words, “just letting me use you like the cock slut you are, right?”

“y-yes!” you whimpered, sighing in relief when he let your hair go. “make yourself cum, ‘pretty girl, let me feel you.” rafe watched as you leaned forward, your back arching deliciously as you bounced on his length. your ass met rafe’s thighs in rhythmic claps, the sound making both of you moan. “turn around, precious, ‘needa see that pretty face.” you slid off of him for a moment, finally swinging a leg over his lap before sinking back down on his cock.

pushing his face into your chest, you whined when you felt him take one of your tits in his mouth, his tongue circling around the sensitive bud. he licked and sucked as you worked to make both of you cum. you relished in these moments when you two were panting into each other’s mouths, skin hot and burning with fiery need and desire, never wanting it to end. rafe’s abs constricted as he inched closer and closer to his climax, your thighs aching for a break.

“don’t fucking stop..” rafe dug his fingers in the flesh of your hips, “oh, my god, don’t stop!” he repeated, your eyes brimming with tears as your clit slapped against his pubic bone. as soon as you doubled over, your head falling against his shoulder, rafe knew the band in your tummy finally snapped, his own orgasm hitting him at the same time. embracing you tightly, rafe thrusted up from below you so you could just cum without keeping up your pace.

you shook against him, tears rolling down your cheek and onto his collarbone as you reveled in each wave of pure bliss. rafe’s mouth stayed open, his eyes screwing shut as you milked him for all that he had. eventually, you two came to a stop, your breaths being the only sound in the room. if rafe felt tired before, he was even more drained now.. literally. nothing beat his pretty thing of a girlfriend taking his load at the end of the night.

[lovelivision]

꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱

Getting double penetrated by Gojo and Geto, taking them both at the same time. Laying on top of Gojo, head pressed to his chest, unable to help the way you’re drooling onto his skin. Geto behind you, cock sat deep inside your snug cunt, alongside Gojo’s.

Pussy overstuffed and making an obscene mess, not able to move, trying to adjust to the stretch of having both of them inside you. Gojo stroking your back and cooing at you, “Too much for you, sweetie?”

Shaking your head quickly against him, panting out, “No– hah– I’m good.”

Geto lets out an amused huff and leans down to you, murmuring low in your ear, “You always take it so well don’t you?”

His voice sends shivers down your spine, biting your lip to supress the moan you almost let out at his movements and words.

Both of them groan at your reaction, Gojo breathlessly asking, “You feel that, Suguru?”

“Mhm,” Geto cruelly blows on your ear, “You like when I talk to you?”

Your hips jerk, fucking yourself on the both of them, “Please.”

Gojo laughs but it comes out wrecked, “Sounds like you’re avoiding the question.”

“Can’t have that can we?” Geto directs at Gojo.

To which he only smiles back big and evil, “No, we can’t.”

They both begin moving at once, apparently knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Your cunt making lewd slick sounds as they both thrust in and out of you. Feeling so full it’s driving you up a wall, nails digging into Gojo’s chest under you. Breaths coming fast as you struggle to think, incoherent whines being the only thing that leaves you.

Your pussy sucking them both back in, twitching and squirming between the two of them. Using your hips to fuck yourself back onto the both of them as much as you can manage.

Geto pulls himself up, hands gripping your ass cheeks to pull them apart, choking back a moan at the sight of it all. Ruined when he says, “So messy, creaming all over us.”

“Wish I could see– hnn– next time we’re swapping – hah – positions, Suguru.” Gojo rambles out, obviously feeling jealous at being deprived of the whole view, “How does it feel, hmm?” Gojo asks you, wanting you to tell him how good it feels.

Your response is moaned, “Feels so– oh! I feel full.” Tears brimmed on your lash line.

“I fuckin bet,” he chuckles out. “Look here, look at me, pretty,” Gojo’s directing your attention to him.

It takes everything in you to look at him, he whines when you do, the look on your face making his hips jerk and stutter, pace ruined for a moment. You’re all teary eyed and mouth agape, choking on moans that don’t stop, it drives Gojo wild.

“Ohh that’s cute,” A hand reaches up and he wipes the spit from the corner of your mouth.

Geto grunts at the pace change, “You good, Satoru?”

“Oh yeah, just admiring the view,” he smirks at you.

The hum Geto lets out is low and thoughtful, his hands pulling at your ass again, “As much as I love this view, I wanna see how you cry for it, pretty.” Geto’s tone is bright, enjoying the thought of you falling apart for them. His eyes flick to Gojo’s, “Think we might have to swap positions next time after all.”

Then they’re sharing a cheeky smile with each other before drilling into you again, quicker, doubling their efforts to make you insane. The whimpers they’re pulling out of you just won’t stop, and Gojo’s holding such intense eye contact it’s making you feel bashful. Leaning into him, you plant your lips on his in a messy kiss.

Your tongue in his mouth before he can think, a loud moan caught in his chest at how insistently you kiss him. From behind, Geto clicks his tongue, hand reaching for your neck to pull you back and off Gojo’s mouth.

“Can’t have Satoru keeping all your pretty moans to himself,” he squeezes your neck lightly as a warning.

“Mm sorry,” you murmur out.

Gojo bites his lip and smiles at you, “I’m not.”

Geto gives a particularly harsh thrust, one that makes you cry out a moan and your head spin all at once.

The both of them at once just might kill you…