#WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT WHY DOES HE HATE ME. ITS NOT EVEN THAT SERIOUS

[lily-claw]

First of all, im sorry if you took it as something rude because just because i mainly ship bkdk doesnt mean i dont like izuocha and i believe izuocha deserved better than this.

You actually said it on your own, Ochako had/has feelings for him and she deserves to be someone she likes. Yes, i agree but not in a rushed way, trying to make them look better in a chapter looked bad and she deserved better than that.

We can comment on an art as long as we do not act rude so i find it funny🤡 I think the way you say "THIS MEANS NOTHING" is way much more rude and its not only to other shippers but also for the artist bc wdym by"this means nothing?"

I think its like bnha's last chapters in a nutshell thingy but in one art lmao

Did you see Ochako's page in final fan book? We didn't see anything new about her program. The way horikoshi made it look lile her program isnt even close to bakugo and todoroki's remedial class is even worse. The only thing we saw was her trying to help a child to use his beaming(?) quirk to shot Lemillion' s butt💀💀 I've never said "i want her to be a lesbian for her dead lover so she can be happy" just how are you reading my comments? 😭😭

Also how does she not daydreaming about toga? We saw her seeing toga in her dreams, we saw her talking about toga with tsuyu, we saw her seeing toga giving a push to her when she was with izuku. Do you really mean that those were nothing or that was real? 🤔

And you know what, im gonna add toga deserved better tag there too since hori actually thought about letting her being alive. She deserved better too. She just died bc it was a way for her to take punishment. I dont understand how this would make anything better.

And also where do you know that bakugo never wanted to be with him? Or Izuku also has feelings for Ochako? Did horikoshi told you? Bc i remember him saying "imagine it" (sorry izuocha shippers deserved vetter too, he lowkey roasted you💀

Bakugo literally said "for the rest of our lives" thingy, and just after deku starting to be back in top numbers he got in top 5🤡🤡 even if he doesnt love him like you think, i dont think that he hates him bud🫠

I think Bakugo deserved better bc he looked so depressed in chapter 431. He was number 4 but just because his loud mouth, he became number 15. Then how the heck Endeavor stayed as number 2?? What actually changed in the system? Was he actually acting out of his place so he become number 15?? (and the way he become number 5 was also a lil bit weird lol did he just shut his mouth so he'd be more close to deku?? It doesn't feel good enough.)

Also weve never seen them having therapy ofc they deserved better than this ayo they all need therapy before anything 😭😭 according to psychology, the grieving process is an average of one year under normal circumstances so-🥴🥴

I really wanna know why you needed to say to me stop being delusional bc i genuinely thought that picture is funny

Also anyone can ship whatever they want as long as it doesnt harm anyone. We can joke about the ship situation as long as we dont actually try to hurt each other in any way. It really is not that much of a serious thing, you know? 🫠🫠

I dont think that i was trying to belittle izuocha, if you understood it that way im sorry that i hurt your feelings but the way you write this post doesnt look kind either. I hope you can write something like this in a more kind way if you are gonna write again because you dont look like you have any respect to me either.

I will also take out izuocha tag out from there if any izuocha shippers can give me an actual and kind comment about how it disrespects the ship.

The fact that noguchi cencored this bc he thought its sensitive... Guys, I think he is trying to cope while being known as Horikoshi's assistant.

It looks like that meme where deku asks "does your gf has to be here?" and uraraka responds as "does yours?" lmao I can't take this seriously...

[detta-pica]

“Okay, enough stalling,” Satoru says, arms wrapped too tightly around Suguru’s neck. “I’m here for one reason and one reason only: to make Suguru look pretty for once in his life. Utahime, where do we start?” Just like that, their harsh words are forgotten, and they assess Suguru with twin predatory looks. What follows is an experience Suguru will never quite recover from. His pores get cleansed. His face is smeared with layers of funny-smelling, unpleasantly cold substances that he doesn’t trust, but isn’t about to say so and get accused of cowardice. His hands are moisturised, his cuticles tidied, his nails painted a glossy black. Suguru can’t stop looking at them, how they reflect the light when he angles them. The effect might be worth the discomfort of having cold liquid smeared over his nails and drying slowly. “Does he look pretty yet?” Shoko asks, grin shit-eating, even though she probably shouldn’t be bunching up her skin under her face mask. She’s on her second beer and the only effect it’s had on her so far is that she’s gotten meaner. Satoru, who has been watching Suguru watch his nails with the smuggest smile on his face, suddenly leans in close, almost nose to nose. Suguru recoils, but Satoru follows, until he’s all but straddling Suguru’s things. “I think,” he says slowly, chin held between his thumb and forefinger, “that we’re not quite there yet.” “Wow, thanks.” Suguru is leaned back against the bed so far that it digs unpleasantly into his spine. “If you hate my face that much, stop looking at it.” “That’s not it. Your face is fine, but I can see its hidden potential. We’ll make a hot girl out of you, Suguru.” Which is how Suguru ends up being subjected to more makeup products he can’t name. Why does his entire face get smeared with skin-coloured stuff? He doesn’t know, but at least it doesn’t smell or feel too unpleasant. The mascara he understands, and also the lip gloss. Then there’s rouge--he thinks--and eye shadow. It’s honestly nice to sit there, hair pulled back with a Cinnamoroll headband, eyes closed, and have Satoru’s hands all over his face. Also various brushes and stuff, those aren’t bad, either. At the end of it, Suguru feels a little ridiculous and a lot pampered. Shoko gleefully hands him a hand mirror, and--well. That sure is the general shape of his face. “Huh,” Suguru decides, and can’t stop staring. Mostly he’s shocked that Satoru hasn’t taken the opportunity to make Suguru look like a clown, literal or otherwise. But he hasn’t. Instead, the makeup is subtle and genuinely highlights Suguru’s better features. He could go out like this, he thinks, and only feel vaguely guilty about the indulgence. “What do you mean, huh?” Satoru whines, tugging Suguru’s headband up and snapping it against the side of his head. “This took hard work, Suguru! Appreciate it.” “No, I’m just--it looks good. Thank you?” Suguru doesn’t know the protocol here. “Do you want me to return the favour?” Satoru’s grin is blinding. “Hell yes. I love to watch you fail.” Suguru has no choice but to tackle him for that. The girls scramble out of the way as Satoru’s laughter fills the room, too loud in the small space. Suguru continues sitting on him as he applies lip gloss--and immediately gets stuck. He can’t come up with a reason to cover up Satoru’s perfect skin. Rouge would probably look nice, but Satoru’s natural, splotchy blushes are so much cuter. Mascara is out of the question--they haven’t bought any shades that would work with Satoru’s unreal eyelashes. Defeated, Suguru grabs blue eye shadow and uses it very conservatively. Satoru’s eyes already look bug-like from the wrong angle. There’s no reason to make them seem even bigger.

When I said I'm happily stuck writing fics for fandom events, I was so serious. This one's going to be for @switchmasinjuly.

I know absolutely nothing about makeup or proper skincare, and am going purely off of pop culture and things I learned by reading fanfiction. Feedback is welcome 🙈

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Brother saw my outfit for today and said Is That Sebastian Shaw chat should i kill myself now or wait until im with family

[fresh-bed-old-sheets]

Ok ok NOW i will finally sit down and do all my work and clean my room and have a shower and then make the perfect routine for myself and Start Following It and then i will exercise and start a hobby and start being good at socialising and create a good relationship with my parents and Never do anything wrong and

[lewyn-martell]

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[fideidefenswhore]

soulmate-ism ❤️

[lapdogchase]

mutual 1: just got engaged lol <3 #slash serious

mutual 2: i know its been 3 years but i cant stop thinking about bloingo's arc in season 2 :(( my baby my baby youre my baby say it to me

mutual 3: This world is sweriously so fucking beautiful #Just had a snickers bar. effervescent

mutual 4: https://open.spotify.com/track/2P5yIMu2DNeMXTyOANKS6k #yeah...

mutual 5: [gerard way image] #i miss her thighs i mean her music

mutual 6: [this post contains filtered content: blood, gore, guts, wound, nsfw]

mutual 7: if bloingo was a deer he would have chronic wasting disease

mutual 8: [responding to the most insane anon hate you've ever seen] they anon on my askbox til i block #fslur girl slay

mutual 9: Next person to Fuck with mutual 8 has To go through me..... I Will Protect You

mutual 10: get me OUT of the fucking midwest bro #CANNOT take it anymore im srsly at my limit

mutual 11: [poll] should i get boba [yes] / [no] / [button for me]

mutual 12: i think i have a disorder

mutual 13: [rapidly reblogging gerard way images from 2010 with 6 notes]

mutual 14: dude i just got hit by a fucking car im not even joking im waiting for my uber to the hospital rn i think my legs are broken why does god hate me

mutual 15: JUST GOT MY NEUROSCIENCE PHD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mutual 16: [this post contains filtered tags: #[fandom you hate but you love ur mutual so much anyway]]

mutual 17: [reblogging bloingo fanart at a rate previously thought physically impossible]

mutual 18: One of the guys in my head ate my fucking ham sandwich

[chrolloluvr]

Adam, Mammon, Alastor and Lucifer with a insecure S/o

💋��ིྀིAdam, Mammon, Alastor, Stolas and Lucifer w/ Insecure S/O 💋ྀིྀི

Note: Yesss i love this request!! As somebody who is insecure about quite a few things I think this is so cute <3 🥰 Also I hope you don't mind me adding Stolas <3

Female!reader, GenderNeutral!Reader for Stolas <3

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex

Mammon 💸:

He does not grasp the concept of insecure. Why be insecure when your with him? He chose you, right? He is extremely picky, so what is there to worry about? Why are you insecure? To him you are adorable, so who cares?

He may notice you are feeling down lately, or that you have been avoiding him, which agitates him to no end.

So at first, he will have you bottle up your insecurity, just so that he can be your big savior, and make you feel loved by him.

When you tell him exactly what you are insecure about, he audibly laughs. Well, he doesn't mean to make you upset or anything, but like, are you being serious?

He will say things like:

"Babe, what the fack? you look hot, theres no need to beat around the goddamn bush."

"What, is it your (insert insecurity)? cmon, don't be such a sour puss. You look just fine to me."

"Cmon sweets, whats on ya mind? How about we go out to the restaurant you love, yeah?"

He will go to that restaurant, even though he hates it. He just does not like seeing his little trophy upset or visibly irked. Even if there is Paparazzi around, he will hide them from you, or bribe them to leave.

His favorite insecurity on you would have to be your thighs. He loves squeezing them, jiggling them, putting his head between them, seeing them move when you walk, etc. If you have bigger ones, he thinks that one of, if not the best physical quality about you. He will spend his time ranting to you while snug in your legs about how annoying his newest stars are, or how Ozzie did this, or Fizzarolli did that-

Overall, he will make sure you dont go on with that contentious bullshit ever again. He cant have his favorite little lady upset, can he?

Adam 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪:

He is Adam, the first man, he does not ever feel insecure. he never makes mistakes.

But in reality, he has felt insecure. Especially after his two wives left him for the. same. man.

He does not notice until a while later that you are upset. He thinks you are happy all the time because of him. But he's basically your husband, so he will notice things about you, that you don't even know about yourself (same as mammon)

When you tell him you are insecure, he coddles you, and threats you like you're an infant

He will say things like:

"Your insecure? About what? You have to be lying babe, you look perfect to me."

"Relax babe, im kidding, so its your (insert insecurity)? Oh, are you joking?"

"How about... you and me do a little something something, hm?"

(He is a sex deviant, so he will always bring that up.)

He tries to make it up to you by putting on your favorite movie, and bringing you your favorite snacks. But he ends up eating most of them himself...

But anyways, his favorite insecurity is your ass. He likes squeezing it, spanking it, etc. Even if it small, he likes it and thinks its cute. He will randomly pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and just, spank it, and put you down??

So overall, he is okay at comforting you, but dont come running to him unless you dont want things to turn somehow sexual.

Alastor 🎶:

He has never felt insecure in his twisted mind.

He will notice immediately that you are upset about something. He takes action fairly quickly, by rubbing your shoulders, etc.

When you tell him you are insecure, he is very understanding. You are his dearest, so he wants to take care of you, and make you feel like an angel.

While he may not understand insecurity himself, he understands you are disarmed, and that bothers him greatly.

He will say things like:

"My love, don't fret about these regal thoughts. What are you feeling down about now?"

"Is this about your (insert insecurity)? If so, that is silly nonsense, my dear. You know I do not mind."

"How about, we take a stroll. Maybe we could stop by Rosie, she sure knows how to cheer you up, hm?"

He tries his best to make you feel better, because your feelings reflect on him. While it may not seem so on the outside, his heart tears when he sees you like this.

His favorite insecurity has to be your hip dips. He thinks they make you look very feminine and womanlike, which he likes. He likes to run his hands over them, enjoying the way his fingers sink into them.

So overall, Alastor makes you feel very loved and cared for. You will never feel discontent as long as he is in your vicinity.

Lucifer 𓆩𓆪:

He has felt insecure a lot. From being casted down into Hell, to his wife somewhat recently leaving him, (to his height), he knows what it feels like

But since meeting you, he is very attentive over you.

So he notices very quickly that you are upset.

When the time comes to tell him that you are insecure, (because he kept asking you frantically whats wrong), He is very understanding.

He will say things like:

"Seriously? You? Insecure? Well we cant have that here, now can we?"

"Its your (insert insecurity)? Its ok honey, I love you just how you are."

"Honey, how about the two of us stay home for the day, hm?"

He will stay by your side a lot more often now that you told him that. He is a very doting and worried lover like Stolas, so he wants you to feel comfortable with yourself.

His favorite insecurity of your is also your thighs. Big or small, he loves them. His favorite is when his head and cheeks are squished against them. Or when he's eating you out, and he feels the warmth smothering his face. He loves the way they move when you walk as well like Mammon.

So overall, he knows what it is like to be insecure. He wants you to feel loved, and like you are cherished by him.

Stolas 𓅪:

Feels insecure a lot like Lucifer. WIth his (ex)wife, concerning his daughter, etc.

He also will notice your changes instantly. SO he will constantly ask if something is wrong. When it comes to you being upset, he will be very combative in telling him.

So when you tell him you are insecure, he feels for you. He will hold you close, and let you lay on top of his fluffy, feathered body.

He will say things like:

"Sweetheart, what is troubling you so much? I am always by your side, you know. So if you want to talk, we can."

"Your (insert insecurity)? But they are beautiful! You don't have to worry my owlette."

"How about we watch a movie? That always seems to cheer you up."

He is very concerned about you, and just wants to make you happy. That is his duty in his mind. If he cant make the rest of his family happy, he can surely make you happy, right?

His favorite insecurity of yours is stretch marks. He likes them, and he thinks they look like cute little tiger cub stripes. He will run his slender fingers over them, making you shiver in the process. He believes they are like pieces of art, just all over your body.

So in his mind, you are perfect. He is always going to love you, insecurity through and through. You are his lover.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Allure

Part Three: Smoke

❥ Park Seonghwa x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

Part One & Part Two

➯a/n: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BEOOOOTCHESSS ITS HERE HOLD ONTO YOUR PANTIES. finally finally finally!! im so glad i got to write this, and if there's enough demand i'll spoil yall with pure smut of these three emotional wrecks 😎

✃ "This is home."

♫ "I don't smoke except for when I'm missing you." -Smoke, Mitski ♫ Allure Soundtrack ♫

✫彡wordcount: 13k (whoops)

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: smut, yandere, a/b/o

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: i regret nothing GENERAL: alpha MATZ/omega reader, pack dynamics, family trouble, angst, heat induced illness, shmoking shweed 🍃, worshipping the moon, general werewolf things, briefly proof-read. SMUT: highlights include; hella dirty talk, heats and ruts, fingering, threesome, emotional sex, like seriously emotional on a soul level

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

ALLURE ⁂fic taglist: @potatomountain @spooo00oky @choichaeyiul @cheynalexilaiho @haven-cove @hwasbabygirl @gong-fourz @chaoticfloral @hyukssunflower @unlikelysublimekryptonite @tinybada

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

˚➶ ｡˚ PART THREE ˚➶ ｡˚

"You shouldn't smoke, y'know?"

The words slip up your throat and past your lips before you can stop them. That seems to be a common reoccurrence with your body now adjusting to having your blocker ripped out. You're starting to be less surprised with the thoughts that tumble out without your consent, but you still look a little shocked as you speak so plainly to the alpha.

"Sorry," you mumble, averting your eyes as Seonghwa looks directly at you while nursing the joint between his fingers.

"Why's that?" He asks tartly, a puff of the smoke rising into the air. It dances around his head as it slowly dissipates.

On the side of the road, you're sat on the edge of the concrete- with Seonghwa standing like a guard tower next to you. The van is just a few long strides away, and you can hear the chatter as San and Wooyoung fight about how to correctly change a tire.

"It's bad for you," you state simply, "for your lungs."

"I'm fine," he dismisses quickly, taking another long puff. "I'm a big bad wolf."

You huff out a laugh at his deadpan voice: so flat that you almost think he's serious, but when you look up at him you find a small smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, okay, talk to me when you're coughing up a lung," you joke as you go back to facing the field, locking your gaze as you feel him move to sit next to you.

His legs sprawl out further than yours into the grass as he mirrors your position, leaning his weight back on his hands and looking at the vibrant summer colors.

"Can I ask you somethin', Omega?"

You hate the way your wolf prances in joy when he calls you by your status. Nobody ever does that anymore, only to Alphas to show respect. "Sure?"

"Tell me about your past packs. I want to know everything."

He doesn't say it like a question, but he doesn't use his commanding voice. It's a small gesture, really it's the bare minimum not to force you to tell your story, but you're still grateful for the opportunity to think it over before you open your mouth.

You don't do so for a few slow moments, but when you do, you tell the truth to him. "I hated them, mostly."

That seems to peek his interest, he draws in his legs and rests his arms on his knees as he leans towards you, flicking his joint to the road before his eyes become unblinking even though you never meet his stare.

"In my born pack, I never felt like I fit in. I was the first Omega born in a while, the only one there even. They didn't bother to teach me about anything. How to nest, hunt, none of that. I wasn't involved in rituals or even taken to The Thing. My mom was okay, I guess. She loved me, but I guess not as much as she would have loved me if I were a different status... cause when I turned eighteen they threw me to the curb."

You still remember it clearly, the look of disgust on your older sister's face as she finally got to tell you how disappointing you were to the family of strong Beta's.

"But my last pack... I was a lot happier. Alpha Fairchild was very sweet. He took me in under his wing when he found me. He and his wife taught me how to nest, how to control my fangs and claws, how to present if I ever got a mate, stuff I should've know all along... There were other Omegas there but still, we were a little, uh, different I guess, from the rest of the pack. They didn't let us do rituals, but I did start going to The Thing every year with the Fairchilds."

He watches, owl-eyed, as you speak softly, committing every word to memory as he absorbs them.

"But-" You clear your throat before you can get choked up on your emotions, "they passed a couple years ago. A rouge broke out of the prison and decided that I'd be a good snack. My Alpha fought him but... but age was catching up to him, he wasn't as fast as he used to be."

His wolf whines internally as he sees a tear roll down your cheek, deep regret settling in his bones as he remembers how they mocked your late Alpha.

      

"His wife got sick when their bond was broken, and she never recovered. Told me I should lead the pack in their absence, but honestly she had a fever so high it could have touched the moon."

The silence between you is only broken by the far off voices of his pack.

That is, until he speaks. "You'll be a great leader."

"Yeah, right-"

"I'm serious."

You finally meet his gaze, and you can see the sincerity swirling in the dark brown of his eyes. "You will be a great addition to this pack. Selene knows what she's doing, doesn't she? Every member of this pack is a leader in their own right, and you're no different, Omega. By our side, you could rule the world if you wanted to..."

He cups your cheek with all the gentleness in his heart, thumb stroking your cheek bone as he continues, "you're already feeling it, aren't you? I saw the dents in your tub, no little Omega on blockers could cause damage like that." Your heart skips a beat as his hand trails down slowly, tracing his bite with the pad of his index finger. "Mind, body, soul, and wolf... I can feel you, just like I feel Joong. Can't you feel us?"

You can't believe your eyes as you see the first born Alpha tearing up, caressing your neck like you're a piece of ancient fine china that will shatter at the slightest bit of pressure.

"Can't you feel me?"

The sounds of the others become muffled to you as he rests his forehead against yours, a tender gesture that makes your wolf melt into his.

"We are what we are. Why do you fight it, Omega?"

The affectionate bond is broke when someone shouts, making you jump back. "Hey, love birds! We fixed it!" Mingis voice pulls you away from Seonghwa, and you scramble back to the van with a heat on your cheeks and a lot on your mind.

As you climb into the vehicle, you catch a glimpse of the oldest member. Exactly where you left him, unmoving until Hongjoong grabs his shoulder and snaps him from his trance.

He blinks a few quick times, and the tears and tenderness are gone by the time the van lurches to life.

˚➶ ｡˚

The farm house staring back at you is giant. Compared to your house that's a lifetime away, it may as well be a mansion that's been plopped down in the middle of nowhere.

     The last few hours of the journey were awkward, more so than before your midnight rendezvous with Hongjoong and your mid-morning conversation with Seonghwa. So, you were grateful to be out of the cage on wheels.

     Lia and Wooyoung immediately jump out of the van, running up onto the wrap around porch and into the tall door. San and Mingi follow after, carrying the small amount of bags: all but yours which is clutched to your chest as you gape at the house.

     Under pretty much any other circumstances, you'd have been thrilled to start calling this place home. But Seonghwa places his hand on the small of your back, and you're reminded that this will most likely become the house that you're locked in for the foreseeable future; two criminal alphas and their pack along with them, trapping you.

   Hongjoong arm finds its way around your shoulders. "Welcome home, Dolly~" He chimes while bending to kiss your head.

      "You'll like it here," Seonghwa says in a much more lukewarm tone, "our pack isn't very big, but they'll respect you. You can have free rein of the estate, but if you try to pass the gates, you'll regret it." He moves his hand and grips the side of your head, kissing in a way that's akin to affection, to love. But it's much too forceful and piercing to your soul. Especially paired with his words.

     "Alpha!" A deep voice comes barreling towards you, and you look up from the dirt to see the tall figure that accompanies it. "Thank goodness!" He tackles Seonghwa off of you, into a crushing hug. "Thank the moon! I was about to lose my mind," he chuckles, and you almost miss the small, fond smile on the alphas lips as he pats the man's back.

      He turns and acknowledges you briefly with a hello and a bow before he gives Hongjoong the same treatment. He doesn't hide his glee like his other half does, he laughs softly and hugs him back just as tightly.

     "Holding down the fort for us?" He asks as they release each other.

     "Barely," he sighs before turning back to you, holding out his hand. "I'm Yunho, nice to- ow!"

    "No touching." The brunette alpha groans, pulling you into his side possessively.

     "Oh, of course! Sorry, sorry," he apologizes quickly, and while he's looking at you- it's clear that the apology is to his offended alpha. "Well, it's nice to meet you, we were all thrilled to hear."

    "Yeah..." The small pinch on your side courtesy of Seonghwa urges you to continue, "thank you. Nice to meet you too."

    "Well, uhm, Yeosang and Jongho are out by Greenes territory doing recon, why don't you both- sorry, you three all come in and get settled."

     You're too anxious and swarmed in thoughts to care about what they're talking about, just tightly holding onto your bag as you follow behind Yunho and Hongjoong.

    Your body doesn't seem to have trouble going up the stairs and onto the porch, but it halts at the doorway. You search the area visible to you. It's a warm looking home. Inviting. Lived in but not dirty. Decorated tastefully. It looks like a regular farm house. And that makes your stomach hurt, knowing that's far from the truth.

    "Let's go, omega. Hot as fuck out here." Seonghwas voice from behind you startles you back to life, and your legs comply as he pushes you into the building gently as he can manage.

   The slam of the door makes you flinch, holding your bag tighter to your chest.

     When he yells, you twitch away, stumbling further into the home even though it's not directed at you. "Jesus, a man leaves for a few weeks and his house becomes a reck!"

     "Sorry, man, we were kinda busy breaking you out from prison," San quips as he passes into the living room to your left.

     "Hey, omega!" Hongjoong bounds up to you with his ever present manic glee, grabbing your hand and almost making your drop your only earthly possessions. "I'll show you around!"

       The first floor is lively, everyone buzzing with energy from the alphas return. He shows you the day room, with a big colored tv which enamors you for a bit until you're drug to the large kitchen. He tells you that you have full access, but don't try anything dumb with the knives or they'll become off limits. There's a bathroom, a laundry room, and a door that has multiple locks on it. He tells you not to worry about that last one. 

   The second floor is a little more quiet. You only see Lia in the halls before she disappears into one of the many rooms. He opens up every door while he speaks a name. "Yunho," he explains at the room with a disheveled look, "hm, he needs to pick up before Hwa gets on his ass." The next door reveals a room with a huge bed and nearly nothing else, "Wooyoung." A room with a heavy smell which makes you shiver, "Yeosang," and you make a mental note to avoid that person when you meet them.

The next room makes up for it, the soft and comfortable smell of an omega washing away the fear briefly, "Mingi." The next room,which shocks you because, there's an obvious smell of a female beta, "Sannie and Cheonsa. She's probably outside tending to the animals." The next door is already open, and Lia waves to you. "Lia, as you can see," he waves back and leads you to the last door in the hall, "and her brother, Jongho."

     "That's all of us! You'll get used to a full house soon," he grabs your hand and leads you up the stairs to the third and final floor. "This one's all us." You know he means you, him, and Seonghwa. Because there's not even a hint of any other scent besides them despite being in the same house.

    It's overwhelming them.

    It's one straight hall coming up the stairs, and behind them is a small open library area. One door is the bathroom. One is an empty room, save for a few boxes. You try to push away the quick remark he makes about making it into a nursery, but that makes your stomach hurt as well. The second to last in the hall is an office area with two desks, overflowing with stacks of paper and files. He says you don't have to worry about what they do in here, but you know it has to do with their 'line of work'.

     The furthest door in the hall nearly makes you gag , but your wolf is howling and prancing excitedly. It smells, no, it reeks of the two alphas. He opens the door with a wide smile. A proud smile.

     You step in hesitantly. There's an open door, a closet with neatly hung clothes over a set of drawers. "We'll make some room for your clothes as well. Next time I go to town I'll get you some, you didn't pack a lot." The bed side tables on either side of the enormous bed have a lamp and little things strewn on their surface. On the left is a walkman, a nail file, a framed photo that you can't quite make out from this distance. On the right is an ashtray, a small vase with fake flowers in it, and a half burned candle.

"You can make yourself at home, I promise. I know it will take a while to get comfortable... But you can make this place your own as well." He urges you forward and takes your bag gingerly. "I'll help you unpack."

It's not an offer, you quickly realize as he unzips the large duffel bag. You stand there anxiously in the middle of the room as he takes your things out and sets them on the dark grey comforter that knocks another wave of their mixed scent into the air every time he sets your things on it. "If you need anything too, don't be afraid to ask." He smiles over his shoulder at you. "You won't be going anywhere for a while, so let us know how to make you comfy!"

The nonchalant aura around him makes you angry. Acting like you're a prized guest, and like they didn't forcefully bond with you and drag you more than half way across the country.

He notices your tears before you do, pausing with your own walkman in his hands as he turns around. He discards it on the bed and fully turns to you.

With a sigh, he sits on the edge of the mattress. "Come here."

When you make no move to come forward, only standing still and crying with your head down, he uses his commanding voice. "Omega, come."

Your wolf nearly breaks her hind legs with the force she pushes you forward with. And despite your deepest anxieties and fears nagging at you, you find yourself standing between his knees. "Omega, look at me," he does it again, forcing your eyes to meet his with only his words. "You scared?"

"Yes..." It's barely above a whisper. But he catches it. You could whisper at the volume of an ant and he would catch it.

"Omega, tell me something that would comfort you."

You fight the words on your tongue, but it's useless. You're only grateful they haven't used that voice to do darker things. "I want to be home."

    "Something else, omega."

    "I want to nest."

"Stay."

He leaves you quickly, and your feet are rooted in place despite your pout. You blink away the remaining tears in your eyes, tired of crying over that which can't be changed. You're here. You're mated to two criminals. You're stuck in the middle of nowhere.

     About seven internal wars later, he returns with his arms packed. "Here you go! Set it up wherever you like, Dolly."

     He drops everything on the floor, and you hesitate to break his command of 'stay' before taking a step toward the pile and looking curiously.

     "Can..."

      He looks up from the pile, eyes eager, "hm?"

    "Can I do it on my own...please?"

    It's as if you can see the way his wolf's ears drop along with his eyes, but he nods nonetheless and takes a finally glance at you before he closes the door behind him.

˚➶ ｡˚

      You wanted the corner of the room. Your wolf wanted the bed, arguing he said anywhere.

      Halfway through building your saftey nest in the far corner, you get tired of her incessant howling.

    You settle at the foot of the bed, building a small bed, just enough room for you incase they get ideas of joining you; they'd end up on the floor. You tuck your empty bag under your head, leaving your things where Hongjoong left them, too afraid to encroach on their space although they'd done much worse to you.

    If you focus hard enough, you can smell the faint memories on the fabric. Smells that remind you of home. Smells that lure you to fitful sleep.

     The sound of your soft, even breaths, reach Hongjoongs ears from his place in the office next door.

   "She's asleep," he informs the others in the room quietly, followed by a threat, "wake her up and I'll kill you."

     Yunho nods quietly, brining out a manilla file from his lap and setting it on the desk where Seonghwa is sat behind, and Hongjoong is sat ontop of. "Pictures of the Greene territory. Alpha's house is up on this hill, it's a good bit away but they'd hear any commotion, so we need to be in and out with whatever you've got planned."

     Hongjoong leans over disinterested and glances at the developed photos. "How many in the house?"

    "We've seen about six come and go, but Yeosang is out there now sniffing to pin point for sure."

    The eldest wolf simply hums an acknowledgment, glaring at the photos of the large, smiling pack.

    A silence drapes them gently while the leaders commit the layout to memory.

    "So-"

    "How-"

    The beta bows his head, letting the elder speak first. "How many sales since we left?"

    "About the same, some customers dropped when you guys' names hit the news. Only a few, though."

     "Okay. What were you going to say?"

    The brunette shifts in his seat, both of the alphas gazes now fixed on him, on his awkward heartbeat.

     "About your mate... I don't mean to be crass-"

    "Out with it." Hongjoong snaps, leaning towards him in an act of dominance, "what about her?"

      Yunhos face drops, his back pressing into the chair, "do you really know that she's meant to be yours? She seems so... docile."

     "You're questioning us?" Seonghwa grumbles, lip snarling upward, "has the few weeks of being in charge gone to your head?"

    "No, no!" He shouts, quickly placing a hand over his mouth and lowering his volume, "no, Alpha... I'm just worried for her. It doesn't seem like she'll fair well here. She seems... a bit weak."

     "She'll fair just fine, because we're going to take care of her. And you will as well. Everyone here is to treat her with the utmost respect and care. Yes, Yunho, we really know she's meant for us, ask something stupid like that again and you'll earn a trip to the basement."

    "S-sorry," he pouts to himself, wiping it away before he looks up, "am I excused? I haven't slept well the past few weeks, I'd like to rest."

   "Go," the alpha huffs, already beginning to sort through more papers.

    "And be quiet in the hall!" Follows the second man, whispering loudly as the beta scampers away.

˚➶ ｡˚

     A knock at the door is foreign. For you to hear, and for Seonghwa to do at his own door.

    He doesn't get a response as you groggily lift yourself up, so he comes in anyways, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he sees your state.

     "Dinners ready, we're waiting for you."

     You blink up at him, and become brave as you shake your head.

     "You aren't hungry? You need to eat, your heat is-"

    "Do you all eat together?"

    "We do, everyday except weekends. Wooyoung and Cheonsa are wonderful cooks."

     "That's nice..." You sniff the air in attempt to find the wafts of food, but find nothing. With your senses, you can't smell anything other than the scents of your mates permeating in the wallpaper. "I'm not hungry."

    "Come on, let get you some-" He reaches forward to your small nest, where you cower back even more, cutting him off-

     "I don't want to."

      A mute moment falls between you as he stares down at you, and you down at the floor. When you dare look up, your gut fills with regret.

    His lip is snarled up on one side, canine on display and eyes glinting dangerously in the filtered light from the curtains.

    You immediately lower your head, moving at a snails pace as you roll onto your side, then your knees, kneeling in your small nest. "Please, Alpha, I don-"

"You don't get a free pass to be disrespectful just because you're my mate. Pack dinner is non-negotiable, Omega. Do you understand?" You hear the movement from him, but you don't dare look at him again.

"Yes..."

Another beat of silence.

A pregnant pause.

His gaze burns your soul as he takes in every inch of you.

Your trembling fists at either side of your folded legs. Your lowered head, bites on both sides of your neck. Submitting to him so easily, making yourself small as you kneel on the little nest you've built in his space. Already smelling like him and his mate just by napping in their room.

He almost doesn't want to let the heavenly scent of you be tainted by leaving the room.

Almost.

You yip quietly as he tugs you up by your bicep, head still hanging low as you tune out his grumbling. He's careful going down the stairs, watching your feet closely as you descend.

His grip doesn't go away until you're standing infront of the table.

     "Oh my gosh!" A sweet and soft voice coos, and it's quickly followed by the warm embrace of two hands cupping your face. Both calloused and gentle as a spring breeze, the caressing makes you open your eyes wearily.

     The woman holding your face and smiling up at you immediately calms your anxious jitters, and your wolf is drawn into a sense of safety- one that feels like Hyolyn or Chungha, in a way. Like a fellow woman you could lean towards.

     She has shining grey eyes that crinkle with her smile and brown fluffy hair. "Oh, she's so cute!" She coos softly, petting your cheeks in a way that makes you simultaneously confused and comforted.

     "No touching, Cheonsa," Seonghwa chuckles from behind you, making the woman pout briefly as she steps back.

    For a moment, you wonder why he was less stern with her- but your curiosity it settled when her round belly comes into view. You blink at it a few times before you hear her laugh.

    "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare!" You move to bow, held upright by the man as the laughter spreads to the seated members of the pack.

    "It's okay, she's pretty big, huh? I'm only six months, she must take after her dad." She cradles her stomach as she moves away to take the seat next to the buff beta. He has an air of proudness around him as he smiles at her. "Sit down, dear, we won't bite."

    You rush to take the seat next to her, instead of the one next to Hongjoong and the unfamiliar man with green hair.

    Despite the fact that she couldn't have been much older than the rest of you, she had a motherly aura that made you feel less like you wanted to dive out of the nearest window.

     Seonghwa takes the seat you had passed up, giving Hongjoong a chaste kiss to the head which makes the smaller alpha beam.

     The table is octangular and a bit cramped, but nobody seems to mind besides you. Though you won't voice your thoughts, you won't even look up until prompted. Across from you, Hongjoong speaks while reaching over and handing you a plate, "we all serve one another during dinner, it's our own little ritual of respect."

      He begins loading the plate with a multitude of foods, a comfortable silence in the room. Comfortable for the pack, at least. You're starting to get restless as you watch his fingers effortlessly maneuver the serving chop sticks.

     Your eyes go up his arm and scan the tattoo on his inner arm before you finally land on his face. He has a smile on his lips. One that's not manic or worn with an edge. One that says he's content, happy.

     He gestures you to set the plate down, and hands you the chopsticks after you do so. "Serve anyone you like, Doll," the glint in his eyes clearly says he hopes you chose him, or Seonghwa even.

     You take a moment to survey the circle.

     Hongjoong and Seonghwa, who you won't serve for a list of reasons. The green haired man with an aura that almost seemed quiet, until you caught a whiff of his scent. Yeosang, your wolf connects as you remember the smell of the room you saw in your brief tour. San and Cheonsa, who you assumed wanted to serve one another. Wooyoung, Mingi, and Lia already had plates- apparently having served one another before your arrival. That left Yunho, who avoided your gaze, and a short and unfamiliar but strangely comforting man.

      With everyone else accounted for, this must be Jongho. He doesn't smell like a werewolf, upon a further sniff. Similar to Lia, in that way. Actually, similar to Lia in a lot of ways. Soft features, brown eyes and hair, chubby cheeks. Was he unfamiliar? You felt like you'd seen him before. Maybe in a news paper or something reporting the groups crimes-

    "Omega," Seonghwa hums, breaking your staring contest with the unwilling participant.

      "Sorry..." You took a deep breath and decided on Yeosang. If he was as scary as his scent came off as, it'd be best to show him some respect and get on his good side. You shakily clench a piece of meat in the chopsticks and hold it out in offering.

     He sits up straight and holds his plate up with both hands, seemingly surprised that you picked him out of any other open plate.

    The alphas seem similarly surprised, watching as you fill the other man's plate before carefully handing over the chopsticks.

He makes quick work of filling Seonghwa's plate, almost as nervous as you as the alphas glare at him. Hongjoongs glare quickly falls into a childish pout, turning to face your lowered head. "Why him?" He drags out.

"Uh?" You look up with wide eyes, "I dunno... He has cool hair."

Wooyoung cackles at the bewildered faces of the leaders, and the noise makes smiles spread across the entirety of the table.

��➶ ｡˚

The smell of lust is that of overly salted caramel butterscotch.

    Seonghwa's is, at least.

        You bury your nose deeper in the fabric of your bag and whine.

      It's the dead of night, completely silence in the house. Darkness only broken by the moon filtering in through the windows. And you haven't gotten a wink of sleep.

      The smell of the room keeps your rowdy wolf rolling on her back and exposing her underbelly, begging for her mates. And it doesn't help that the sources keep it fresh and wafting. And it especially doesn't help that the elder alpha seems to be having a wet dream.

      You -against your best judgment- hold onto the end of the bed frame and peek your eyes over.

    Hongjoong is laying face down with one of your few pieces of clothing under his head, half under the blanket.

    Seonghwa is completely above the covers, on the other side of the bed and leaving a gap between them that they clearly left for you to fill.

     The sight of him makes you slick — slicker, that is.

    Only in his boxers, one leg bent to the side, tattooed fingers resting idly over the tent that-

   "Hm? 'Mega?" He hums sleepily, blinking down at you.

     You duck back into the false safety of your nest, breathing heavily like you just ran a marathon. Over the fast thrumming of your heart, you hear the bed creak ever so slightly. His steps, in reality are soft and somewhat clumsy from his newly woken state, but they feel like little individual earthquakes to you.

      "What are you doing awake?" He asks quietly, sniffing the air curiously. "Aww," he reaches and pats your head softly, earning a sound that you rarely ever heard yourself make. You purred.

       His smile was soft and earnest as he pets your head, taking a knee just outside of your little safe haven. "You need help?"

Yes! Your wolf wants to scream. Desperately, yes!

You shake your head, no.

He hums, clearly not convinced. His eyes trail down your body and to the little bed you've made. "That can't be as comfy as a bed, can it?"

You don't answer, simply staring up with wide eyes.

"Come lay with us, just until we can get you a mat or something and make your nest more comfortable, yeah?"

You can't lie to yourself, and you certainly can't lie to Seonghwa with his senses that listen to your heartbeat and pick up on every flutter of your eyelashes. Maybe it will help you sleep. You need a good night of rest.

"Okay..."

˚➶ ｡˚

     The first floor is a hive of activity, people to and from and here and there. A multitude of barely familiar scents mixing together. The clink of cutlery and the distant hum of voices.

    You're thankful that Seonghwa didn't drag you down like he did last night, they allowed you to come at your own pace; and if any of them notice you standing at the bottom of the stairs (they do), they don't say anything.

    "Why don't you get something to eat?" A soft suggestion comes from behind you. Lia, you turn to see. "We won't bite," she jokes as she slides past you.

    Unfortunately, you think, you do bite.

    You follow loosely behind her, taking a small bit of the food off the serving plates before standing awkwardly in the doorway.

      The chatter stops slowly and you can feel their eyes on you, but you try your hardest to ignore it as you over-think where to sit.

     Over the open seat between Hongjoong and Yunho, you choose the one between Mingi and Jongho.

    "How'd you sleep?" Cheonsa asks over the silence, clearly trying to break the ice.

    "Fine, thank you... and you?"

    "Oh, I was up and down all night — baby is acting I owe her money, kicking me like that," she laughs, bringing a small smile to your face.

     The chatter between the pack members returns, and you keep mostly to yourself as you eat.

    "- so he wants to see us in person to clear things up, shouldn't take us too long," Seonghwa says as he stands, catching your attention. He comes around the table to stand behind you and you freeze.

     It's quiet again, the members know better than to talk over their leader; especially when he has the stern look on his face.

    Your chair scrapes against the tile as he pulls you back, only a little bit.

     He slides his finger tips down your jaw and under your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Will you be okay while Hongjoong and I take care of some business?"

     You nod, hesitantly. You'll obviously be okay. But your wolf doesn't want them to leave.

   "I'll be fine," you force out a verbal response and he hums approvingly.

    Before he backs away though, he comes closer. Close enough to peck your lips gently, before backing away quickly and taking his plate to the kitchen.

    Hongjoong is on you next, and he seemingly forgot the meaning of "privacy", as he shamelessly grabs your hair and tilts your head to meet his eager lips. You jump in shock, although you don't try to pull away as he licks your tongue a few good times before finally pulling away.

      "Ooooh~" Wooyoung whistles, cut off by a hit to his chest from Mingi, "ow! Dickhead!"

     Their bantering is lost on you as Hongjoong speaks, "be good, Dolly."

     You face your plate once more as you feel your ear heating up with embarrassment- and something else.

     From the door, you hear Seonghwa shout, "Yunho, you're in charge!"

Thankfully, the remaining members leave you to your own devices again as everyone finishes up, slowly filtering out and leaving you at the table on your lonesome.

And you sit there. For a long time, you just sit. And you think. And then, you begin to cry.

Because it's only been an hour. And you find yourself missing your alphas.

You keep your noise to a minimum for the sake of the wolves that you can hear in the other room, but one thing slips your mind.

There's another alpha in the house, and he can smell your scent turning sour.

Within seconds, he's snuck up on you, a frown on his face at the smell of an upset omega.

"Hey..." Yeosang whispers as he pulls out a chair one away from you, slowly sitting so as not to spook you.

You mumble out a small, "sorry," as you try and wipe your flowing tears, turning away from him.

"Do you, uhm, do you wanna talk about it?"

"What?"

He looks around the room like he's never seen it before just to avoid your gaze.

You sigh before looking back down at the table you've stared at for more than an hour.

Silence.

Painfully awkward silence and the stench of tears.

A low grumble comes from his throat, seemingly without his knowledge because his eyes widen and he bows his head with an apology. "Sorry, sorry," he rambles, "I'm sorry, my wolf just hates when others are sad."

"Sorry..." You sniff, "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Oh, no, no! Uhm, you know what, can I-" He holds his hand out, "can I just? May I?"

You look down at it cautiously, eyebrows screwed up in confusion, but your wolf tells you to take his hand. And so you do.

     He wraps his fingers around your hand gently and holds it, and you slowly do the same.

     Even more confusion paints itself on your face as your sadness fades into a dull tug in your heart strings. "How are you doing that?" You blurt out.

    "I'm from a pack of healing wolves, it's just second nature to us." He says in a soft tone, something sad in his eyes.

    "Thank you, Yeosang," you say simply.

    The sadness is gone when he smiles up at you.

˚➶ ｡˚

The alphas return sometime in the night, as you sit on the porch with Cheonsa and Lia, talking about simple things and listening to the bugs chirp.

"Welcome back!" Cheonsa says before you even notice they're approaching.

"Ladies," Hongjoong greets with a playfully bow.

"Everything good here," Seonghwa asks more formally, leaning over you and scenting your head.

"Yup, all quiet here."

"Good. Could you give us a moment with our mate, please?"

They're up and into the house before he even finishes his command, leaving you alone with them in the dusk breeze. You greet them with a small smile, and a simple, "you're back."

"What, you expect us to abandon you?" Hongjoong jokes as he sniffs the air, a look of distain quickly overcoming his smile,"hey-!"

"You smell like Yeosang, why?" Seonghwa interjects with a cold glare, both of their stares making you shrink up.

"Oh, he helped me-"

"Helped you?!" The blonde pounces on you and sniffs all over, trying to pinpoint the smell and letting out a growl as the wind prevents him from doing so. He pins your wrists to the wooden porch and moves his nose all along your neck and chest.

      "Not like that!" Your wolf whines at the mere thought of another alpha- another wolf touching you so intimately.

     Hongjoong pauses, and so does Seonghwa who was about to rip the door open to get to the man you smelled of. From above you, the younger tilts his head, his grip lessening enough for you to hold out your hand — where the smell is most potent.

    "I was crying, so he held my hand and did some healing stuff I don't totally understand, but it helped," you explain quickly, hoping to save Yeosangs head from winding up on a stick.

     "Aw, why were you sad?" Hongjoongs tone flips immediately as he helps you sit upright, dusting the dirt off of your back. Seonghwa sits down next to you both, ignoring all the furniture in favor of being on your level.

    "Cause I- my wolf, she missed you..." You admit with a hushed voice, shifting under their intense eyes.

    Something hits them after you say that. Hits their noses.

    Underneath Yeosangs strong alpha scent is you. More specifically, your arousal.

    "Oh," Hongjoong smirks, "she missed us, huh?"

    "Come." Seonghwa stands up quickly and grabs the door knob before turning back and picking you up, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of feathers, "not fast enough." He growls as he opens the door, ignoring your (light) protests,  and ignores every thing and every one else as he carries you through the house and up the stairs; all the while Hongjoong follows with a aura of... something that can only be described as manic hunger.

      You land on the bed, and the brunette is above you before you even know what's happening. He straddles your chest and grabs your hand; grimacing at the smell of another wolf on you before nuzzling his cheek all over it. You almost gape at the sight of him rubbing against your hand like a cat, but his blond paramour distracts you — tugging away your pants with one fell swoop.

     You gasp as your slick soaked panties are exposed, the cold air that hits you has no business feeling so good. You cross your legs with an embarrassed whine, only for them to be pried right back open.

     "Don't hide, Dolly~" Hongjoong coos, trailing his nails up your legs teasingly.

      "They'll smell i-"

       "Let them."

     You can't argue with them, not when they've got you this worked up over such simple things. You take a deep breath before you do something you haven't in a long time, you let your wolf drive all of your actions.

     You take your wrist out of Seonghwa's control and slide it all along his neck, allowing yourself to purr as the foreign scent is overwhelmed by your mates.

    And overwhelmed it was, completely washed away and replaced by the mixed scents of the duo by the end of the night.

˚➶ ｡˚

    The next day, breakfast goes about the same. It's less awkward, more flowing conversation. It's just you, your alphas, and San by the time a car horn blares outside.

     "Ah, that's Jongho, he's taking us to Greene's territory so we can finalize our plan," Seonghwa speaks as he reaches across the table and goes to put more food on your plate.

     "Oh, I'm not hungry," you shake your head with a polite hand out to stop him, "thank you, though."

    "You've barely eaten," Hongjoong points out with a frown, looking up from where he was filing his claws. He points with one of them dramatically, "you eat. You're still in heat."

     "Maybe it's settled down, I don't have much of an appetite."

    "But we still haven't knotted y-"

    

     "I'll take your plates! You should get going!" You cut him off with a heat rising in your cheeks, "you have zero tact."

    "That's not a word!" He yells after you before looking toward Seonghwa, who's clearly just as confused and concerned. "Is that normal?" He turns to San, "no, right?"

     "No, heats don't just go away, especially fresh off of blockers and fresh mated." San has a thoughtful look, watching as you clean the plates.

    "Keep an eye on her," Seonghwa orders the beta, taking one last glance at you before leaving.

˚➶ ｡˚

You sit up with a sharp cry, tumbling off of the bed and onto the hardwood as you continue to fight your nightmare.

Downstairs, Yeosang flinches from the loud noise; dropping the basket of eggs Cheonsa was handing over.

Yunho, the designated leader in the alpha's absence, snaps into action. He leaps from his place on the couch and dashes up the stairs, telling commands all the while. "San, Wooyoung, check the borders! Cheonsa, hold up in the basement! Everyone else check the house!"

     Immediately, two wolves are above you. In your nightmare induced panic, you don't register that they are Yunho and Mingi.

You slap away the hands that come towards you, fighting yourself into the corner, where you pull your knees to your chest and hide.

"Hey..." Yunho whispers slowly, lowering himself to your level, "hey, you're okay." He takes a shaky breath and lets it out as a sigh. "Mingi, go and get some water, will you?"

With a nod, Mingi is running to carry out his orders.

     As your panic subsides, pain fills its place. A deep pinch in your stomach and a wave of unbearable heat across your entire body. You look around with wide eyes, searching for your alphas.

    "Where-" you double over and groan, claws digging into the nightstand, "alpha?"

    "I don't- I don't know, they were supposed to be back-"

     "Where is my alphas?!" You bare your teeth at him, forcing a growl back down your throat as you see the kind man flinch. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Yunho. But something is wrong!" You wail as a pain akin to being punched in the stomach hits you.

     "Yeosang!" It's your turn to jump as he yells out the open door.

      Your cries carry through the home, nothing but raw panic and pain.

     You see a blur of green, but that's all before your blurry vision gives out and leads you into darkness.

˚➶ ｡˚

      "Heat build up? I didn't even know that's a thing..." Wooyoung sighs, leaning against the doorway of the alphas bedroom.

    You're laid on the bed in a fitful unconsciousness, Mingi and Cheonsa working carefully to build a nest around you out of your mates clothes. "It's horrible," Mingi whispers, "I had it once, I should have seen this coming..."

    "It's no one's fault," Cheonsa contrasts, leaning back and resting her hands on her belly. "It's a messy situation."

    "Yeah, you could say that again," Lia quips with a pout as she turns a fan to face you.

    "I can't heal it?" Yeosang asks again, biting at the skin around his nails.

    "No," San and Mingi both reply, and the ladder continues; speaking from experience, "she needs to mate to get rid of it."

     "Where the hell are those knot heads?" Wooyoung grumbles, fishing in his pocket. He pulls out a blunt and a lighter earning a look from Cheonsa.

     "Is now really the time?"

     "I'm stressed out, okay?!"

    Your nose twitches in your sleep as he lights it, and as he begins to smoke it, your eyes peek open with a hopefully groan of, "Seonghwa?"

     "Hey, sweetie," Cheonsa greets you softly as you wake, "how are you feeling?"

     You curl up on your self and look for the source of the familiar smell, eyes landing on Wooyoung. "What is that?"

     "Ah, weed?" He answers like it's a question.

    "Want it, please?" You whine, eyes filling with tears. Seonghwa isn't here. Hongjoong isn't here. This is the next best thing, in your pain addled mind. Maybe it will taste like their kisses.

     "Yeah, yeah of course," he approaches slowly and carefully hands it over, all of them watching as you hesitantly wrap your lips around it and breathe in. You barely get enough to have it on your taste buds, but it's enough to trick your wolf into believing it's one of Seonghwa's fleeting pecks or Hongjoong's dominating french kisses.

    And that's enough to put you back to sleep for the time being.

˚➶ ｡˚

When you wake again, you can't stand the heat of the house; even with windows open to let in the breeze and a fan pointed at the sweat-soaked bed.

You allow San to carry you outside, although his touch burns your body. The relief of the cool summer breeze on your heated skin is worth it.

You lay on the porch, tucking a jacket that smells equally like the alphas under your head.

"Where are they..." You whine as another wave of pain settles in your gut, "they said it would be quick, they've been gone all day!"

"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be back any time."

"How can you know that?"

"I know them."

You leave it at that, listening to natures nightlife in silence between other members of the pack coming to check on you.

It must be hours later. Others stopped coming and going a bit ago. The moon is high in the sky.

Even the bugs seem quieter.

"What the fuck is that smell?!" A bellowing shout nearly had you breaking your jelly-like bones to stand.

"Alpha!" You nearly screech, diving right into Seonghwa, wrapping your arms around him and scenting all over his chest — the dry blood splatter completely lost on you.

"Omega-" He can barely get a word out before you change targets and give Hongjoong the same treatment, also completely ignoring Jongho.

"Where the hell have you been?" San sighs a breath of relief, slumping in his chair where he'd faithfully been watching over you through all the hours of the night. "She has heat build up, she scared the shit out of us!"

"Greene spotted us so we improvised, took him out on the spot but his men blew our tires- heat build up?" Seonghwa's eyes darken, looking over to where you cling to Hongjoong.

His mixture of adrenaline, bloodlust, and the effects of his upcoming rut proves to be a deadly combination.

He snatches you from the younger alpha and growls as he pushes you to the wall of the house. "You stupid omega, I should have knotted you the second I was free. Do you know how dangerous heat build up can be?"

San shrinks up on himself as he hears the rumble in his leaders voice, quickly entering the house and gesturing for Jongho to follow.

"Dolly," Hongjoong begins with a similarly dark tone, "are you finally ready? Just say the word and we can make it all better~."

"Oh, please, yes-" Your words turn into muffled moans as Seonghwa's lips collide with yours roughly. He tastes like copper and cinnamon sugar as he forces his tongue into your mouth. You gladly grant him entrance, closing your eyes and opening your mouth to kiss him back just as passionately.

     Hongjoong slides behind you, sandwiching you between them. The aching in your body is beginning to melt into a deep longing, a burning primal urge. A loud moan comes up your throat and into Seonghwa mouth as Hongjoong slips a hand into your shorts.

You blink your eyes open as Seonghwa pulls away, his eyes deep red and his claws cradling your face. "Why'd you stop?"

"You taste like smoke," he observes, his hips having a mind of their own as they press to yours; subsequently grinding his bulge against Hongjoong's hand that's toying with you.

"It tastes like you, I missed you," you admit plainly, which earns a smirk from him as he looks down at the way your hips grind subconsciously.

"Poor Omega," Hongjoong purrs from behind you, "you're soaking my hand, this all for us?" You whine a 'yes' as his hand leaves your heat, watching closely with wide eyes as he brings his dripping fingers to the older alphas mouth.

He takes the offering, eagerly. Licking and slurping your essence from every bit of his hand, moaning all the while you continue to watch and grind.

"Please, Alpha," you cry, claws slicing his shirt as you clings to him and pull him closer. He either ignores or doesn't notice your pleas until you whimper, "mate."

His tongue pauses, as does the fingers prodding at it. Both of them are on the same wavelength, working wordlessly in tandem. Seonghwa lifts you by your waist, allowing Hongjoong to easily swoop you up into a bridal hold.

He looks down at you as he carries you quickly to the room, smiling almost wholesomely. "What a pretty mate Selene gave us~."

He lowers you into the mess of clothes on the bed, the nest you'd fixed up between fits of unconsciousness. The sound of fabric slicing makes you jump, and you notice then that Seonghwa has ripped your clothes from top to bottom in one single swipe. They work together to completely rid you of your clothes, one lifting while the other pulls away the torn fabric that offends them by shielding your body. Like they've done this a million times before, they work in fluid unison. And you simply let them, watching and admiring.

You whine once more as Seonghwa stands, beckoning him to come back. "Shhh," Hongjoong shushes you gently, lowering himself to lay next to you. He drapes a leg around yours, prying your legs further open. "Don't you worry, Dolly," he leaves soft kisses all over the side of your neck — his side, he thinks. He laps over the healing mark he's left while his hand finds your wetness once again. "Your mates will take good care of you."

With no resistance at all, two of his fingers find their way inside of you, curling right up on that spongey spot that makes you gasp as stars fill your vision. "Hongjoong!" You let out his name in a shaking howl as he keeps his fingers pressing against that beautiful bundle of nerves, slowly harder and harder and- "fuck!" You cry as a wave of pleasure crashes into you.

You barely hear Seonghwa chuckle over your own panting and whining, Hongjoong similarly letting out a soft laugh as he wraps his free arm around your shoulders.

You blink your blurry eyes, letting the blondes face come into focus above you. "Feeling better already, 'Mega?"

"M-more," you whisper needily, humping down on his fingers with reckless abandon.

"Don't you worry, gorgeous," Seonghwa comes into your view from the other side of the bed, making the mattress dip and drive you further onto the fingers that scissor inside of you. "We'll give you more, give you everything you need. You want a knot, hm?"

He coos darkly as you nod desperately, eyes widening as you take in his naked figure, "knot, yes! Yes, yes, please!"

"You want two knots?" Hongjoong muses, slipping another finger into your core with close to zero effort, making you arch your back to try and suck him deeper.

"Need them! I need you!" Your words are jumbled and fast, but they latch onto every syllable and commit them to memory.

"Hmm~" Seonghwa blinks at you with his red eyes burning into your soul, and you don't look away. "Can a little Omega like you take a rutting Alphas knot?" His words are teasing, but make you pout all the same.

Hongjoong is giggling like he's watching a comedy, like he's not bringing you ever closer to another orgasm, as you babble and beg. "I can! I can! Please, Seonghwa!"

"I might break you-"

"Oh, do it! Please!"

He trails his claws across your cheek with an adoring glint in his eyes before he speaks, "how can I say no to that?"

With the promise of his knot, you let your pleasure crest once more, digging your own claws into the fabric below you as you mewl loudly.

You distantly feel Hongjoong withdraw, a soft grumble of protest leaving you as his body warmth disappears. It's quickly replaced by Seonghwa's as he climbs ontop of you. A soft tap on your cheek makes you realize you've closed your eyes, and you peek them open to face him.

"This is your last chance to back out, Starlight," the new nickname makes your head spin and your heart flutter. He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes flicking between red and brown. "Once I'm inside of you, my wolf won't let me stop."

Hongjoong climbs back onto the bed with his clothes discarded, settling himself behind your head. He gently pets Seonghwa's messy hair back, gazing between the two of you.

"I need-" You stop yourself when your wolf corrects you, "I want you." You peek to the other alpha, "both of you. I have to have you."

"And have us you will," Hongjoong leans and kisses Seonghwa, making the man lurch forward to kiss him back passionately. You moan softly as you watch them, finding yourself clenching around nothing. "Elders first," he pulls back with a teasing quip, tracing down his neck to the years old mark, "unless you want me to-"

"I will throw you out the window," Seonghwa deadpans.

"Fair enough," Hongjoong chuckles before leaning back to give him space. Even he knows when to stop poking the proverbial bear. That bear, in this instance, being an alpha in a rut — a first born, at that. He may be his mate, but so are you, and he knows his wolf is fighting tooth and claw to knot with the pretty omega that bares his mark; because his wolf is too.

"C'mere," Seonghwa growls deeply, yanking you to the middle of the bed by your hips and making you yelp in surprise. "You're gonna be a good mate, take it all?" You nod quickly, desperately, wiggling your hips.

He groans as he has to lean down to rub his tip against your weeping heat, eyes flicking as his wolf howls for a better position. He has to stop himself from moving too quickly, claws still out and proud. He tenderly grabs the back of your thighs before ruthlessly folding you in half and bringing your hips up to what he deems an acceptable level.

You let out a fleeting gasp, quickly replaced by a sigh of relief as he pops his tip into your awaiting hole.

"Hold her," he orders as his eyes trace every inches of your body.

Hongjoong quickly complies, warm hands squishing down on the back of your thighs with a purr. He watches with eyes taken over by black as Seonghwa inches his hips forward; cherishing and savoring every slow moment as he fills you with a snaillike pace.

     You're sure you'll explode from the pure euphoria that races through your body as he stretches your walls, making you moan and whine and flutter around him.

      As his hips finally still, a deep rumbling sound comes from the depths of his chest.

    You, in all of your pleasure filled delirium, don't notice it as you pant and moan, sucking in sharp breaths as you feel your core molding itself to fit him perfectly.

     Hongjoong, however, has his ears tuned in to pick up on any little noise either of you make; so he lifts his head from its place in the crook of your neck to be sure he isn't hearing thing that aren't there.

    You let out a soft whine as his body warmth leaves its place by your side, and similarly look up to the eldest alpha.

    You blink up at him and tilt your head; and another deep rumble comes from the man.

    "Baby," Hongjoong glances at Seonghwa's blissed out face, his eyes sparkling, "you're purring?"

    He says it almost like a question, but it's most certainly a statement. The sound is weak and clumsy, but it's undeniably purring.

    "Shut up," Seonghwa growls between his teeth, breathing heavily. He places his clawed hands over Hongjoong's, pressing your legs to your chest rougher. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head against your calf, another purr leaving his inked neck.

    "Seonghwa?" You whisper, making his eyes snap open.

He looks completely enraptured, like he's almost forgotten where he is, as he rakes his eyes over you once again.

"I was right, I should have done this a long time ago."

"Wha- oh fuck!" You shriek as he suddenly and without warning begins to pound into you. Your feet sway and bounce, your back arches off the bed, your jaw pried open with embarrassingly loud sounds of carnality. You bring both of your hands to your mouth to dull your noises, the heat on your face now burning all the way to your ears as the realization dawns on you that all the members of the pack might very well be woken up by the sound of the alphas ravishing your insides.

     The both of them growl, Seonghwa much louder than Hongjoong; who moves to grab your wrists.

     He pauses his rhythm to lean over your folded up figure, slotting himself under your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, as Hongjoong pins your hands above your head. "Don't you try and hide from us," he groans deeply, sniffing at your neck. "Aww, she's embarrassed," he looks down at you while chuckling darkly, "don't be embarrassed, Love."

    Your jaw drops as he starts his movements again, this time slow and intentional. "They all know you're in heat," he hums into your jaw before giving it a teasing lick. He leans up to gaze down at you, nails digging into your skin as he holds himself back.

    "And they all know we're fucking~" Hongjoong adds with a smirk as he traces one of his hands all the way down your body, "might as well let them know how well we do it, right, Alpha?" He meets eyes with Seonghwa, and the onslaught of pleasure returns ten fold.

     Seonghwa is pumping into you ruthlessly, the sound of wetness and skin on skin echoing with your wails of elation. Hongjoongs nimble fingers play with your clit like he's an expert on your body. And all you can do is writhe and moan; trapped beneath them in a whirlpool of lust.

    "Please, please, please," is the only word in your vocabulary until, "Alpha!"

You howl as the tension inside of you snaps and releases a gushing wave of slick onto the alphas' pelvis and hand. The heat is like you've been filled with a million blinking stars, unlike anything you've ever felt before.

    The blinding pleasure knocks you out of control and has your omega taking over, and you don't even realize the words that come from your own lips. "Knot me! Please! Oh, please, Alpha! I want your pups!"

     Your pleading sobs have Hongjoongs neglected member twitching and leaking, standing at full attention while he watches his mates fuck like a pair of rabbits.

     They have a similar effect on Seonghwa, whose wolf begs him to do as you ask. He manages to tear his eyes away from your fucked-out face and towards his other precious mate. "Fuck," he growls under his breath. He gives you one last good slam before withdrawing from you, making you sob.

     "No, no! Please, Seonghwa! Akma!" It takes all of his years of training his wolf not to bust out and knot your perfect body as you cry his name.

    You fidget and grind your hips in an attempt to get him back, but it's futile. "Shhh," he coos, clawed hand cradling your cheek and pushing it gently so you face the other alpha, "you'll get both of our knots by the end of this heat, I promise, Darling. But look at our Joongie, he needs some loving, huh?"

    You focus your eyes on the younger alpha, eyes flicking everywhere around his body with pure adoration until they land on his member. It's leaking on his stomach, rising and falling with his heavy breaths as he controls himself. "Uh-huh," you agree with Seonghwa with a half-there answer, licking your lips subconsciously.

      He moves away from you, letting your legs unfold from your body. "Have at her, Baby," he smirks as he hears his boy dive into you and begins kissing you sloppily. And then he settles himself with his back on the headboard to watch, fisting his own member slowly to keep his wolf appeased.

    Hongjoong is half on top of you, forcing his tongue into your awaiting mouth as his hands fondle your breasts with a mind of their own. His hips, similarly, move to grind his cock against your leg without his knowledge. Now that Seonghwa has given him permission, the lower ranking alpha is buzzing with excitement and anticipation, slowly sinking deeper and deeper into his wolf's control.

     You gasp and pant as he finally pulls away, his lips finding purpose in sucking little marks into your neck and shoulders that soon resemble a galaxy with how many he's leaving in his wake. "Joongie, please mate me," the soft pleading moan with his nickname makes him freeze.

    "Present for me." He blurts with a newfound obsession in his mind. "Will you do that for me, Dolly?"

    You blink. Once, twice. As you think. Presenting to a mate, especially to your alpha, is a big deal... Putting yourself in a completely vulnerable position and saying with that action that you trusted the other wolf to take care of you fully. Not just sexually, while of course that was part of it, but in every sense of the word. It's a vulnerable position, and putting yourself in that position says you put yourself fully in the others hands.

    They watch with bated breath as your mind moves a million miles an hour. Seonghwa knocks his foot against your arm, "you don't have to if you aren't ready, Gorgeous."

      Hongjoong nearly jumps out of his skin when you move under him, and he backs up to give you room, not wanting to spook you into stopping. 

       You turn yourself over, gazing up at Seonghwa as you settle yourself between his legs. You rest your head on his hip and close your eyes blissfully as you move to kneel. Your shoulders rest lower on his legs, slumping yourself with nothing but your bottom in the air. Then you move your hands behind your back, wrists crossed and ready to be held.

     "Knot me, Alpha," you whisper lustfully.

    Seonghwa is almost jealous that he didn't think to ask you to present first — be he knows he'll get his chance. Their poor little Omega, on blockers for so long and suddenly having it out made your heat bad enough. And then heat sickness multiplied it by a hundred. He'd be surprised if you allow them to leave the bed at all for at least two weeks. Really, he has to commend your willpower.

     But right now, he can only admire how beautiful you are, especially as you submit to his mate fully.

    Said mate is nearly bouncing off the walls, chest puffed out pridefully as he savors every second that he looks at you. Art truly imitates life, he thinks as he finds himself wishing that he could capture this moment in a sculpture, in a painting, even a measly photograph would suffice.

   He feels a pang in his gut and growls loudly, eyes stuck in a pure black void as he comes up behind you. His wolf is clawing at the walls of his enclosure, and he doesn't have the strength to fight him anymore. He lets the beast take control of his body.

      He's speared you open on his member before you even register that he's behind you, uncontrollable moans spilling past your lips and pilling up on Seonghwa's hip in the form of drool. When Hongjoongs clawed hands encase your wrists tenderly, you're a goner.

     Over your own babbles of ecstasy and mindless profanity, you don't take in the words he's saying. You can tell he's being just as talkative as you, praises upon praises purred toward you as he uses his grip on your arms to pull you back into his frantic thrusts.

    What finally makes you and your wolf listen is his deep rumble, followed by dark chuckle. "Oh, oh fuck~ Our pretty puppy sent me into an early rut," he mewls, eyes looking back into his head as your heat burns so pleasantly around his previously neglected member. 

      If it's the pet name or the words along with it, you can't tell, but you shake with an unexpected and sudden orgasm, soaking his legs and dripping on the sheets as you wail.

     "Oh you like that?" Seonghwa chirps, petting your sweaty hair away from your face, "little puppy likes being told how good she is for her Alphas?"

    You nod frantically, huffing and puffing to catch your breath as Hongjoong and his relentless wolf refuse to give you even a brief respite. Though your pussy feels like it can't take anymore pleasure, your omega brain knows it can and will. You can feel your heartbeat in your clit, and Hongjoong can feel it pulsing around him.

     He drops your hands and you let them fall boneless, allowing the wolf you presented yourself to do as he pleases. His claws find a home on your hips, just barely scratching you as he holds you in place to repeatedly stuff you to your limit. "Fuck," he begins growing and purring nonstop, switching between the two as pleasure completely clouds his mind.

     Seonghwa laces his fingers into yours, holding your hands tightly as you get your insides reshaped. You're mouthing and nipping at his hip, your eyes —when not screwed shut from the overwhelming pressure building in you once more— are glazed over and glowing. Not that barely there glow of an omega. No, not like that at all. They burn bright and blink like the stars that Selene handcrafted. Starlight begins to fit you more and more, he thinks with a grin.

"Look at you, Starlight," his praises continue, "taking a big bad alphas rutting cock." The words make your face burn hotter, how is it even possible? He knows his dirty talk has heavy effects on you, almost as much effects as Hongjoong dragging and knocking against that spongey spot inside of you that he found earlier. With every. Single. Thrust.

"You're gonna make me pop a knot early, Dolly," the blonde chimes in as well, making your cunt twitch in anticipation. He bends down and kisses across the scars on your back, purring something softer that makes your heart thrum with something different, "our Omega is such a warrior."

With those gentle words of admiration spoken while he has you in such a dominated position, you feel a burst of emotion blooming in your chest; making you cry out.

They feel it too, you realize as Hongjoongs hips stutter and Seonghwa's eyes grow soft with love.

You've finally let them in completely...

Mind, body, soul, and wolf.

You feel like a piece of thread, being woven in with them. You can feel their emotions, their intentions of protecting and providing for you. You feel the deep possessiveness they hold in their hearts for you. And you feel their power rushing through your veins.

All of these things, all at once.

Hongjoong wraps his arms around your chest from behind, staying deep inside of you; but you can barely feel it because something is deeper than that — the feeling of your souls being tied together, bound by the moon that shines in through the window, shining with pride at its job well done bringing you to your alphas. Bringing you to your fated pack. It shimmers, bathing you and your mates in its ethereal light. You finally feel something you've never felt before.

You felt like you were home.

Not a place, or a pillow to rest your head on at night. No, that's not home.

Home is the scent of happy wolves mingling in the living room. Home is serving each other at dinner. It's Cheonsa's warm aura, Lia and Jonghos chubby cheeks making their eyes wrinkle when they smile. Home is Wooyoungs humorous cackle, and San's watchful eye. Home feels like the softness in Yeosangs eyes as he takes his members pain. Home is like the fierceness with which Yunho snapped into action to protect the pack when he heard you cry. Home is the pack taking care of you after only a few days of knowing you.

Above all, though... Home is Seonghwa and Hongjoong. The smell of smoke lingering with the eldest alphas signature salted carmel. Roasted hazelnut coming so strongly off of the younger than you can almost taste it. The two of them mixing together to create a sweet scent that you want to drown in.

    It's Seonghwa's fierce possessive nature, and the small smile he has when you interact with his hand-picked pack. 

    It's Hongjoongs ever present manic glee and giggles, the way he tries so hard to make you feel at home.

It's the feeling of their claws caressing you with care, holding themselves back so as not to harm you. The weight of Hongjoong on your back, protecting your body as you're far off in your own head. The reassuring squeeze Seonghwa gives your hands and the smile tugging at his lips as he feels your bond being completed. The way they give you time to process all of this, and so much more. Their patience with you even as their wolves howl incessantly.

     Seeing you come back to yourself, Seonghwa slowly stops the soft pets he gave your head and smiles, "welcome home, Starlight."

    Hongjoong peeks at you from behind, a smile gleaming in the moonlight. Pride overflowing from his very being at the fact that he got your last wall down and helped to complete the bond.

    You have a smile of your own gracing your features as you look from Hongjoong back to Seonghwa, finally answering his question from days ago.

     "I can feel you."

˚➶ ｡˚ ALLURE ˚➶ ｡˚

˚➶ ｡˚ EPILOGUE ˚➶ ｡˚

      The kitchen and dining room is as lively as ever as Seonghwa carries you down from the third floor for the first time in three weeks. Everyone moves to work together seamlessly and set the table, the record player in the living turned up loud. "Hey, guys," he greets as you enter, "look who's back in business."

     Everyone pauses. But it's not like before. It's not awkward or tense. Everyone has a smile on their face as they see you for the first time in almost a month.

   Compared to last time they saw you, you were positively glowing. Not a trace of pain or anxiety on your face. Your scent didn't burn anyone's noses, instead it wafted gently and calmed them- much like the other pack omegas did.

    "Hey," you smile sheepishly, looking down at the table as Seonghwa sits you down.

     "Ah, praise Selene!" Cheonsa yelled with a laugh as she tackled you from the side in a hug.

    Lia came up on the other side of you, similarly embracing you, "we thought you'd never come down! We were stuck with these guys again it was horrible!"

     "Hey!" Wooyoung yelled offendedly before throwing you a smile as he handed you a full plate.

    "Thank you," you smiled kindly, one hand on each of the women's arms as they refused to let go of you.

    "C'mon, let the girl eat," Yunho swatted them away with the newspaper he held, shooting you a lopsided smile of his own.

   Everyone settles in their seats, and peace overcomes you at the table with the members that you can feel through your minds.

    Hongjoong comes bouncing down the stairs with a pep in his step, towel around his neck to catch the droplets of water that slide off his hair. "You left without me!"

     "The food smelled too good, I couldn't wait anymore!" You argue, pouting as you sip some juice.

      Seonghwa hides his prideful grin by taking a bite of his own. Not even a month ago, you couldn't smell the food from your bedroom no matter how hard you tried, and today it was what finally lured you out of the nest you've made of their bed.

     "Aw, how could I stay mad at that face?" He coos, cupping your jaw to kiss you passionately.

      "Zero tact," Mingi whispers to Yeosang, who nods.

    Hongjoong pulls back with his eyebrows pushed together, "that is not a word!"

...

     Minutes later, Jongho is leaned over a dictionary, and everyone crowded around him, some having placed bets.

     "Oh there it is!" San shouts, "it is a word!"

   "Tact: to talk or act carefully so as not to offend or disturb others," Lia reads with a chuckle.

     "Damn," Wooyoung slumps, digging in his pocket and slapping down a five dollar bill into Yunhos awaiting palm.

    "Told you," Mingi quips with a roll of his eyes, "Hongjoong has zero."

    "You little brat!" A chase ensues around the kitchen, joyous laughter filling the room.

   You rest your chin on your hand and watch fondly. You see Seonghwa do the same out of the corner of your eye, watching your mate chase the other omega around the table full of smiling faces.

   Yeah. You think. This is home.

˚➶ ｡˚ THANK YOU FOR READING ˚➶ ｡˚

[lulunothulu]

“Valentine’s Day”

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Description: Hangman hates Valentine’s Day almost as much as you both hate one another… or do you?

“I hate Valentine’s Day,” Hangman says, taking a swig of his beer and looking around The Hard Deck.

“Of course you do,” you respond. “You’re a fuckboy who’s never been in love.”

Coyote snorts a laugh and Phoenix high fives you with a grin. Next to Phoenix, Rooster looks between you and Hangman—eyebrows raised.

It’d been no secret that the two of you hated one another. Hangman is the perfect example of a cockiness. You could’ve sworn he liked pissing you off as much as he does in a daily. Getting under his skin was almost a sport to you. The only time you ever acted remotely sweet toward him, was when you were: 1. Drunk or 2. Ovulating.

You just so happened to be on your way to getting drunk tonight.

“Have you been in love, Bullseye?” Hangman asks, leaning forward and into your space. “Or are you saving a spot for me in that black heart of yours?”

You smile up at him, clenching your jaw so tightly, it hurts. “I’m not drunk enough to answer that.”

You push him back, palm firmly on his chest, and begin walking away—toward the bar. Only, Hangman follows behind.

“Mind if I pay for it?” He asks from your side.

“Why?” You’re suspicious and rightfully so. Hangman is not the type just offer to buy anyone a drink, least of all you.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he states. “Let me be a gentleman.”

“Okay? You’re not my valentine.” You’ve both just reached the bar but you only have eyes on him. He froze his brows and tightens his lips before opening it to say something but Penny interrupts him—pulling your gaze from him.

“Another beer?” She asks you.

“Yes,” you tell her. Then, facing him again, add, “Hangman here said he’d put it on his tab.”

You glance at him but he’s still watching you and he looks…jealous? His suntanned skin looks like it’s steaming under the lights of the bar. His green eyes are the darkest shade you’d ever seen them. And his jaw? Clenched beyond comprehension.

“Yeah,” he finally says. “It’s on me.”

Penny nods and flashes you a look before turning to retrieve the beers.

“You are okay?” You ask Hangman when she’s gone.

“Who’s your valentine?” He asks.

“Who said I had one?”

“You implied that you did.” You almost choke out a laugh, but stop when you see how deadly serious he is.

“What are we in elementary school? Are you being for real right now?” You ask. “You don’t even like me.”

He steps closer to you, the faint warmth of his hand on the bar next to your hip the only indication of how close he is. He smells clean, with a hint of cologne—not too strong or overpowering. You have to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact with him, and almost gasp at how remarkably handsome he is up close.

You’d known he’d been handsome, hell everyone knows. But standing in front of him now, under these moody lights, you can see why women fall for him.

“Do you have a valentine?” he asks.

“And if I do?” You ask. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

You have no idea where that flirtiness came from, but it makes him smile. He takes another step closer to you, your hips conjoined at different heights.

“Then,” he starts. He’s so close to you, he doesn’t have to shout over the loud music and chatter. “I’d say to tell him that you have a new valentine.”

“And what? That would be you?”

He takes a breath, almost realizing what he’s about to say. His eyes glanced to the right before falling back onto yours. There’s something so sincere and commanding about the way that he looks down at you, that you can’t help, but believe what he says next. 

“Yes.”

“But you hate me,” you tell him.

“No, I don’t.”

“—And I hate you.”

He smirks down at you, leaning his head to your ear before whispering, “No, you don’t.”

His breath on the shell of your ear, makes you shiver and gasp softly. The hand closest to the bar, fully encapsules your hip, the other matching its movement. You can hear him inhale to say something else, but Penny interrupts the moment.

“Your beers,” she says. You turn away from Hangman, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks and take the beer.

“Thank you,” you reply.

You begin to walk away when you feel Hangman’s hand wrap around your wrist. You turn to face him and his eyes are glossy. Not in a drunk way, but something different. You know something shifted after that small moment you had with him.

And you definitely know deep down you liked it.

You rip your arm out of his hand and begin to walk toward your friends, trying to forget the way his eyes lingered on you and how much you wanted to kiss him.

This is insane. I can’t be feeling this way, not after years of hating him.

But now come to think of it, why did you hate him? Is it because he’s the only person who knows you inside and out? Is it because he’s the only other person who can ever push you and your buttons? Or maybe it’s the way that his cocky grin almost always falls on you after you correct something he’s done.

There was no fucking way that you secretly liked him…right?

Back with your friends, Phoenix nudges you softly and pulls you to another pool table.

“What was that all about?” She asks, pointing her chin at Hangman.

“I honestly don’t know,” you reply. “He wanted to know if I had a valentine. Like if we’re in elementary school or something.”

Phoenix’s eyes widen, her mouth dropping open. “No fucking way. He actually asked you.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’d been talking to Bradshaw, and asking him how likely his chances would be if he asked you to be his valentine,” she explains. “Bradley and I were confused because we thought you two hated each other. But the look on Bagman’s face told us otherwise.”

“Okay?”

“Y/N,” she starts, “I think he was serious. He wants you to be his valentine, possibly more.”

You stare at her with wide eyes before cracking a smile and beginning to laugh. You laughed so hard you double over holding your stomach, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes and onto your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you laugh, wiping your tears away. “Seresin does not like me.”

“I don’t know,” she starts. “Think about it. Does he bother anyone else as much as he does you?”

“Well,” you start.

Now that you thought about it, you’re the only other person he seems to annoy the most, and on purpose for that matter. Sure, he and Rooster got into little arguments every once in a while. But he’s never gone out of his way to annoy or tease anyone else like he has with you. Never mind the subtle flirting.

“Oh my god,” you finally say. “He likes me.”

“He likes you.”

“What do I do?” You ask.

“Well, do you like him back?” Phoenix lifts a brow, a small smirk beginning to form on her lips.

“I don’t know.” And it’s true, you didn’t know. “Does it feel nice to know that someone might like me? Sure. And it’s not like he’s ever done anything remotely bad to me. I just thought that he was being cocky and a show boat because that’s how he is.”

“Shit, what if he was acting like that around you because he thought that was a way to approach you?”

You turn your body fully to face her and lean on the pool table. “You think he was doing that ‘if a boy is mean to you, he likes you’ thing they told us in elementary school?”

“I think he was trying to do what always works for him.”

“What do I do?” You ask.

“Go talk to him,” she tells you. “See what’s going on in that big ass head of his.”

You chuckle at that and turn your head toward where the guys are. Hangman is already looking at you, his lips corked up to the side in a cheeky smile.

You nod your head to the right, silently telling him to follow you to the back of the bar. When he nods in confirmation, you turn to Phoenix and smile.

“I’ll be right back.”

You make your way to the doors, pushing them open and stepping out into the warm beach air. You cross the porch and lean onto the wooden railing, waiting for Hangman to appear.

At the sound of the door opening and closing behind you, you look over your shoulder. Hangman stands there, hands in his pockets and a shy smile on his face.

You’ve never seen him look shy before.

His dimples are out, his smile tentative, and he’s blushing. Blushing.

“Hi,” you greet.

“Hi,” he responds.

You both stand in awkward silence before you sigh, placing you hands on your hips. The motion makes his eyes gleam in anticipation, and you realize he might like this a lot more than you thought.

“I’m just gonna go out and say it,” you huff. “Do you like me?”

Hangman’s caught off guard. His green eyes widen, cheeks reddening, and smile faltering before regaining its composure.

“Answer truthfully,” you add when he opens his mouth. “I don’t want a cocky remark.”

“Yes.”

You’re both stunned. Speechlessness was something Hangman has never seemed to experience, and you could tell by the shocked look on his face.

“Is that why you’re always teasing me?” You ask.

“I try not to,” he starts. “I just don’t know how to approach you.”

The candor in his words and tone makes you step closer to him. Your arms drop to your sides before you take the three steps it takes to come face-to-face with him.

Well, toe-to-toe since you’re a good head shorter than he is.

“You wanna know what would’ve gotten my attention,” you snap your fingers, “that quickly?”

“What?” He swallows, his throat bobbing. He licks his lips, a small smile beginning to form on his lips.

“Ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“Asks me to be your valentine,” you shrug. He opens his mouth but you raise your hand to stop him. “And do it nicely.”

Hangman smiles slowly, biting his bottom lips before shaking his head in astonishment.

“Bullseye,” he starts. “Will you be my valentine?”

“See, was that so hard?” You tease. “And yes, I’ll be your valentine.”

“That’s all it takes?” He asks, tentatively placing is hands on your hips again, just like he did at the bar.

“That’s all it takes.”

“What should I do if it’s not Valentine’s Day?” He asks.

“Be upfront and ask me out,” you shrug, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’ll keep that in mind for tomorrow,” he smiles. “Now, how would I ask to kiss you tonight?”

“Don’t ask,” you respond.

So he doesn’t.

Imma leave y’all hanging bc I have a Rooster fic coming later today 🤪 (also yes, this was supposed to be posted on Valentine’s Day. I just could not bring myself to do it for some reason.)

[ponderingmoonlight]

Playing truth or dare with the JJK cast!!

love love love

Playing truth or dare with jjk men

Pairings: Gojo x reader; Geto x reader; Sukuna x reader; Megumi x reader

Word Count: 3,5k

Warnings: a little bit of spice hehe, Geto's part is sooo fluffy

Gojo Satoru – Dare

The game of truth or dare is heating up like it always does when you and Gojo participate. The group is gathered around, your gaze flicking between the men as they take turns while Shoko takes a drag on her cigarette. The laughter is loud, the mood is light - until Gojo smirks at you after you’ve been listening to Geto talking about that strange-looking curse he encountered today.

You feel his predator eyes on you almost immediately, always sharp, always intense, filling you with a wave of unease and...excitement.

Truth is, it’s very hard not to fall for Gojo Satoru. Not when he wrapped you around his long fingers the second he said Hi, not when he never fails to flirt with you during a mission. You hate to admit it, but you’re weak – weak for the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

"Alright," Gojo announces, tilting his head back slightly, his white hair falling in disarray.

How did you not realize the bottle landed on you? But not just by anybody, but Satoru himself?

"Truth or dare?"

You pause for a moment, your pulse picking up, unsure if you want to risk the dare, especially with Gojo's mischievous grin spreading across his face. You bite your lip, hesitating before finally saying,

"Dare."

A flicker of amusement dances across Gojo's expression.

"You sure about that?"

"Yes," you reply, more confidently than you feel.

"Alright then," Gojo stands up and paces around the group, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

"I dare you to kiss me. Right here. Right now."

The words send a shockwave through your body. For a second, the room is silent, everyone looking between you and Gojo, their eyes wide with disbelief. He, however, is completely unfazed, his grin only widening at your reaction. His confidence is almost overwhelming, and you're starting to feel a little out of breath.

“Satoru…isn’t that a little much even for you?”

“Why? (y/n) can totally decline and live with the shame of being a loser, right?”

Your heart races as you look into his eyes, those blue irises glinting with a playful challenge. You could back out - everyone would understand. But something about Gojo's daring smirk and cheeky words is pushing you forward. Your cheeks flush as you stand up, your body almost moving of its own accord, driven by a mix of desire and curiosity.

Gojo's hands remain in his pockets as you step closer to him. The atmosphere is thick with tension. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, like he's daring you to make the first move.

"You know," Gojo says in a low, almost teasing voice, "I won’t bite, unless you want me to."

Your breath catches at the implication. You don't know what comes over you, but you close the remaining gap between the two of you. Slowly, you tilt your head upward, lips brushing against his. His mouth is warm, but the kiss is slow, deliberate. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, the kiss deepening as his tongue gently teases yours.

Gojo's touch is light at first, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending waves of warmth through you. But as the kiss intensifies, his grip tightens, his body pressing against yours almost making you lose what’s left of your self-dignity. His lips move with purpose, and you find yourself melting into the kiss, his heat and presence overwhelming.

When you finally break the kiss, your chest rises and falls with the intensity of the moment, your mind simply blank. Gojo pulls away just enough to look at you, his grin now replaced with a more serious expression.

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"That was just a taste. I might make you do more next time."

Your face burns at the words, but your lips tingle from the lingering touch of his.

“Can the two of you just…stop?”

“Yeah, get a room or something. I’ll never play truth or dare with you guys again.”

Geto Suguru – Truth

The game has been spiraling in unpredictable directions with Gojo teasing the hell out of none other than Nanami Kento, but it's Geto's turn now. He's been quiet so far, watching with a cool, calculating gaze, his dark hair falling messily around his face. His sharp eyes flick to yours, locking with yours in a way that feels like he’s reading your every thought.

The bottle lands on you.

"Truth or dare?" he asks, his voice smooth and confident, though there's something deeper, almost hypnotic, lingering in it.

You swallow hard. You know Geto isn’t one for games, but he has a way of turning everything into something more intense, more serious. His charm is subtle but dangerous, especially for someone who hopelessly fell in love with the black-haired boy when first meeting him. You hesitate, the thought of what dare he might come up with making your heart race. Truth might be safer, but you know Geto enjoys seeing how far he can push someone, testing their limits. But still.

You bite your lip and, with a deep breath, answer, "Truth."

Geto's smile is slow, deliberate, almost predatory, as though he’s been waiting for this. He leans back in his seat, stretching his long legs out in front of him, making sure everyone’s attention is fully on you. He studies you for a moment, considering the best way to get under your skin.

"Alright," he murmurs, his gaze never leaving yours.

"What’s the one thing you want... but you’re too afraid to ask for?"

YOU.

The question hangs in the air, weighted with layers of meaning. Oh, it’s not a secret to anyone that you fell for him hard but are too shy to admit it out loud. Does he know as well? Does he know how long your gaze is glued to his back even though he said goodbye a while ago? Does he know how often you ask for him, how deeply worried you are when he is forced to leave for a difficult mission? Does he know how many nights your mind drifts off to him, imagining things you’d never say?

You feel the heat rise in your chest, but you're not sure if it's from the question itself or the way Geto’s eyes linger on you. His question is no simple one, and it feels personal, almost invasive. You want to answer, but something about the way he's looking at you makes it harder to speak.

His expression remains unreadable as you fumble with your thoughts. It’s not like Geto to let you squirm. He doesn’t need to push. He knows you’ll eventually crack under the weight of his gaze.

"Well?" he presses, his voice quiet, but with a certain edge to it, as if he’s daring you to be honest.

You take a shaky breath, your mind racing. It’s impossible to ignore the tension between the two of you, the air crackling as you finally speak.

"I..."

You hesitate, feeling your chest tighten. "I want...A boy here at jujutsu high…But I can’t ask for that."

A hush falls over the room as your words sink in. You can feel the weight of Geto’s gaze intensifying, his lips curling into that knowing smile of his.

“Just admit that it’s Geto already, Gosh”, Shoko mumbles under her breath.

Fuck. Heat rushes up your face in an instant. He shouldn’t know that, shouldn’t be confronted by your true feelings. But somehow…Your heavy heart feels the tiniest bit lighter by now.

“I want…You”, you finally press out.

Silence settles in the room, only interrupted by Gojo’s unforgiving giggles.

“I’ve known for a while,” he finally replies, his tone low and comforting, as though he’s carefully choosing his words.

“I didn’t want to push you, but I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”

You blink, your mind racing to catch up with his words, not even realizing Shoko punching the hell out of Gojo in order for him to keep his mouth shut. You’ve been afraid for so long to admit your feelings, thinking that perhaps he didn’t feel the same way, or that you would somehow make things awkward between the two of you.

But the truth hits you like a wave -the feeling is mutual.

Geto’s smile widens slightly, and he leans in closer, his eyes now holding a warmth that melts away the last of your doubts.

 “I’m not going anywhere, (y/n). You don’t have to be afraid or hide anymore.”

It feels like the weight of the world has lifted from your shoulders, and suddenly, everything is lighter. You can’t help but smile, a soft, genuine smile that you’ve been holding back for so long. Geto…in love with you?

“I was afraid… that you wouldn’t feel the same way,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles softly, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face.

“Don’t be,” he says softly.

“I’m right here.”

His words settle into your heart, and for the first time for way too long, you feel completely at ease. Geto doesn’t make a big show of it, doesn’t make things overly dramatic. Instead, he leans back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on you with that same gentle, understanding gaze.

"I think," he murmurs, "this is just the beginning."

You smile, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. He’s right. This - whatever this is - feels like it’s just the start of something beautiful, something you never imagined could happen.

“Wooooow, look at that!” Gojo interrups, suddenly leaning forward, his usual playful grin plastered across his face.

“Suguru, I knew you were secretly a softie. Who would’ve thought?”

You can’t help but laugh nervously at Gojo’s interruption, the tension lifting ever so slightly. Geto, for his part, just rolls his eyes at Gojo’s theatrics, though there’s a slight pink hue creeping up his neck.

“I’m not a ‘softie,’” Geto mutters, trying to maintain his usual cool composure, but it’s clear he’s embarrassed by the attention.

“Sure, sure,” Gojo teases, not letting up.

“You can pretend all you want, but the heart wants what it wants, right? And clearly, it wants (y/n).”

You feel your cheeks flush at Gojo’s teasing, but it’s not uncomfortable. In fact, his lightheartedness makes everything feel a little less serious.

Geto sighs, but you can tell he’s not bothered. He looks at you again, his expression softening as he leans closer, his voice just for you.

“Ignore him. He’s just jealous because no one’s in love with him.”

Gojo grins widely.

“Oh, we know better, Suguru. It’s hard to compete with your charm. But you’re right - he’s a lucky guy, (y/n).”

Geto smirks at that, clearly trying to hide the fact that Gojo’s teasing is making him more flustered than he’d like to admit. But his hand stays gently on yours, the connection between you both feeling real, solid, and genuine.

The rest of the group lets out a collective "aww" at the sight of the two of you except for Nanami who stares both of you up and down while rolling his eyes.

Sukuna – Dare

The air is thick with tension as Sukuna turn comes around. It’s a wonder he decided to join your little round of truth or dare on his own while finally being freed by this brat, but the way his gaze brushes over you each and every minute forces shivers down your spine. He watches you carefully, his eyes narrowing with amusement as he waits for your choice. The room is quiet, save for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You swallow, already feeling the heat of his gaze like a brand against your skin.

"Truth or dare?" he asks, his voice low and commanding, the words dripping with a certain darkness that only he can carry.

You hesitate. Sukuna is unpredictable, merciless at times. But you know that backing out would only make things worse, so you speak before your courage can fade.

"Dare."

Sukuna smiles, a wicked, almost cruel smile that makes your blood run cold.

"I dare you to sit on my lap. Right now. And don’t you dare hold back."

A sharp breath escapes your lips, the air between you suddenly feeling too thick to breathe properly. You glance around, unsure if the others are watching, but all attention is on you. His dare isn’t something lighthearted, and you know it. His presence is overwhelming, his power like a storm that’s always on the edge of breaking.

You stand slowly, walking toward him with uncertainty weighing your steps. Sukuna’s eyes follow every move, his smirk never fading as he sits back in his seat, clearly enjoying this. His hand rests on the arm of the chair, his fingers long and deliberate, tapping lightly. When you finally stand before him, you feel your body freeze under his gaze.

"Don't be shy," Sukuna drawls, his voice like silk, but there’s a cruel edge to it.

"I won’t bite… Much."

You hesitate one last time before sitting down slowly, your heart pounding as you lower yourself onto his lap. His body is solid beneath you, hard and unyielding. You try to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach, the way his presence consumes you. The moment you sit down, you feel his grip tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, making it impossible to escape.

"That’s it," Sukuna murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

 "I can feel your heartbeat. So fast. So nervous."

His voice sends shivers down your spine, his lips brushing against the side of your neck. Oh, you’d definitely hit the floor if it wasn’t for him holding you tightly.

"Are you afraid of me, little one?"

You can’t respond, can’t even think. Your body is reacting to him in ways you can't control. The tension between you is unbearable, but the way he looks at you, like he knows everything, like he owns you, makes your stomach flip with a mix of fear and something else, something dangerous.

He chuckles softly when you don’t answer, his hand moving from your waist to grip your chin, tilting your head to the side so he can study your face more closely.

"You’re trembling. Interesting. I wonder what it would take to make you beg for more."

His words are a spark that threatens to set you ablaze. His fingers trace your jawline lightly, sending waves of heat to your skin. You try to steady yourself, to focus, but Sukuna’s proximity, his touch, is doing something to you that you can’t deny.

Finally, he lets you go, a smirk curling on his lips as he watches you squirm, struggling to maintain control.

"Next time, I think I’ll make you do something more... entertaining."

You barely manage to stand, your legs unsteady as you move away from Sukuna like in trance. The game continues, but you can’t shake the lingering feeling of his touch, the weight of his gaze, and the fire that now burns within you, sparked by his unrelenting dare.

“Meet me when this is over, brat.”

Megumi Fushiguro – Truth

The game has shifted into something far more intense now, each turn testing boundaries in ways you hadn't expected. Those countless dirty questions from none other than Panda, Toge who’s blushing like crazy with each passing round, Yuji who fails to understand half of it.

The group’s laughter and joking fills the air, but as the bottle spins to you, you notice Megumi’s gaze subtly lingering on you. There’s something different in the way he watches you today, his usual quiet confidence replaced with a trace of something you can't quite read.

Nobara, sitting across from you, smirks and leans in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You know she’s been planning something, and you feel a hint of dread as she leans forward, her gaze locking onto yours.

"Alright, (y/n)," Nobara announces, her voice playful but with a hint of challenge,

"I dare you to sit on Megumi’s lap."

You freeze.

What?

The room goes silent for a moment, and you feel your pulse quicken. Megumi looks up at you, his face going red as his lips part slightly in surprise. The normally stoic, composed Megumi is now visibly flustered - his cheeks stained pink, his usual calm shattered. He’s staring at you like he’s been caught in a trap.

You glance at Nobara, who’s watching you with a wicked grin, clearly enjoying the power she holds in this moment. That lousy friend of yours who knows exactly you have a secret crush on Megumi Fushiguro, who’s aware of the fact that you’d never even ask him for a hug. The others, Yuji included, are looking at you with amused expressions, clearly expecting you to either protest or comply. The entire room seems to hold its breath as you look from Megumi back to Nobara.

"Come on, don’t be shy," Nobara teases.

"It’s just a dare."

There’s no escaping this now. You know she won’t let you off easy, and the others are watching with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The tension is thick. You hesitate, trying to find some excuse to back out, but Megumi’s gaze is too intense, like he’s trying to will you to make a decision without saying a word. He’s still sitting there, looking awkward, like he’s not sure what to do with himself.

Taking a deep breath, you rise to your feet, your legs feeling unsteady as you walk toward Megumi. He doesn’t move, his eyes locked on you, watching you with a mix of embarrassment and…something else. There’s a slight tremor in his hands as you approach him and you can feel the weight of his gaze following your every movement.

When you reach him, you stop, feeling your face warm as you stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Are you supposed to just…sit down on him?

Megumi shifts slightly in his seat, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. He doesn’t look like he’s angry, more like he’s caught off guard by the sudden closeness, his usual serious expression replaced with something far more flustered.

"You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to," Megumi murmurs, his voice low and awkward, but there’s an edge to it that makes your stomach flutter.

You can tell he’s trying to be polite, to save face, but the way his eyes dart away from yours betrays him. He’s just as nervous as you are.

But the dare has been set, and you can’t back out now if you don’t want to get teased for the rest of the year.

You sit down slowly on his lap, careful not to be too abrupt, but your heart is pounding in your chest as you make contact. His body stiffens beneath you, and you feel the heat of his form through the fabric of his clothes. The moment you sit, his hands immediately rest at your waist, but it’s not a firm grip, it’s almost like he’s afraid to touch you. The awkwardness is intense and you feel strangely aware of the way Megumi’s body reacts to your presence.

You try to adjust, but it only seems to make things more awkward. His breath catches, and you can’t help but notice how tense his muscles are, like he’s holding himself back from moving at all. You avoid looking at his face, focusing instead on the others, who are watching you both with wide eyes, clearly trying to hide their smiles.

Nobara is grinning from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"See? Not so bad, right?"

That miserable thing of a friend. When this is over, you’ll have a serious talk about personal boundaries with her-

Megumi shifts beneath you, his hands still at your waist, but you can tell he’s unsure what to do. The quiet intensity of his gaze on you makes your heart race and mind go blank. His lips are slightly parted as he glances at you, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you alright?" Megumi asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft and unsure.

His eyes dart between your face and your body, clearly embarrassed by the closeness the two of you never shared before.

You nod, trying to stay composed, but you can’t ignore the way his breath against your neck makes your heart flutter. The heat between you two is undeniable now, and the tension is thick, almost suffocating. Neither of you is saying anything, just existing in the awkwardness and…intimacy of the moment.

You can feel Megumi’s body slowly relaxing beneath you, but there’s still that silent distance between you both, the unspoken uncertainty hanging in the air. His hands shift a little, and you can feel the slight pressure of his fingers against your waist, like he’s unsure if he should move them or leave them where they are.

Finally, the silence is broken by Panda, who is clearly enjoying the moment too much. "Aww, look at out little Megumi. Getting all flustered. You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re shy, Fushiguro."

“Leave him alone, idiot”, Maki mumbles under her breath while smacking his head roughly.

Megumi's face turns even redder at Panda’s teasing, but he doesn’t say anything, his eyes locked on you as if trying to figure out what to do next.

You can see it in his face: he’s utterly embarrassed, yet there's something else in his gaze, something softer, more vulnerable.

"Let’s just get this over with," he mutters under his breath, clearly trying to keep his cool, but failing spectacularly.

You can’t help but smile at his flustered state and the ridiculousness of this moment, a small part of you reveling in how uncharacteristically nervous he is.

Nobara bursts into laughter, clearly pleased with the result of her dare.

"Okay, okay, we’ll move on," she says, but you can see her trying to suppress her laughter.

"But don’t think I won’t get you next time, Fushiguro."

As you stand up, you feel Megumi’s hands linger for just a moment longer than necessary before he pulls them away, his face still red as he avoids looking at you.

“That was…not bad”, you finally admit shyly while taking the free seat next to him.

“Not so bad? I mean, yeah…”

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[dontbesoweirdkira]

howdyyy, what do u think of plat yan! dick grayson (or platonic yan father bruce wayne up to u) with a batsis who is very disinterested with him primarily bc when she was younger she idolised him a lot but now not so much. there are comics where grayson has cheated on his partners before so imagine batsis coming to realise as she aged and matured that her doting brother is a bit of a playboy…. a lot like a playboy actually—

You know, this is actually extremely realistic. There's nothing like the rose color glasses falling off and realizing just how messed up your family truly is.

I'd like to think that there was plenty of jokes and mentions about Dick being a playboy but Batsis would just be absolutely clueless. You probably just thought it was a reference to his charming appearance or the way he gets hit on at least once whenever he goes out. Not really that he was an notorious heart breaker.

Like i don't think the other batkids had serious talks about it in front of you because of your (then) age or maybe it was a request by Dick so he could keep on his perfect mask with you?

Ironically, he wouldn't want any man to treat his little sister (or any of them) the way he does to other women but he has a problem. I will say though, it makes absolute sense that Dick or even the others would have issues keeping relationships or even have sex addictions. I mean it's a real issue that many people are struggling with right now. But can you imagine your father constantly bringing home women and cheating your entire childhood? Like Bruce introduces some of these women to them, they get attached to this potential mother then it's ripped away to be discarded for the new catch. I think that definitely warped Dick's view of women and romance stems from that. *intense mommy issues* But also i mentioned before that it's hard for him to maintain relationships while taking on the fatherly role in the family. His obsession with making sure all of his siblings are cared for and protected(mixed with being nightwing), makes it all the more difficult. Maybe that leads him to just hooking up with and being sloppy in his relationships. Maybe its just a means of stress relief and that causes him to almost dehumanize/objectify the women he "romances".

I'm not saying this is justifiable, cheating is disgusting and his behaviors are something that needs to be corrected regardless of mommy issues but for headcanon sake we are entertaining the concept

I'm not sure how you'd exactly find out about it. Maybe one of the kids let it slip and didn't bother to do damage control because you're old enough now? Maybe you spoke to one of his exes that is still friendly with the batfam? Or maybe your brain started to develop and you realized he wasn't hanging out with that new super model as just friends all night...it was something more and his girlfriend definitely didn't know about it.

Regardless, I think when you finally found out about everything, your world crushed. I don't think you'd hate him but you just feel yucky about the whole thing. Now when you look at him something in your stomach just sinks. You might even wonder if you can trust him. I mean if he's got that much of a problem to be dishonest with his lovers, then why would it be so left field to suggest he lied to you too when he said he loves you or that you were his favorite? The transition from you idolizing him to being standoff-ish would be extremely noticeable to him. I mean it's hard to ignore when you were his mini me. Even as you got older you followed him around and never skipped an opportunity to be near.

He wouldn't think that it was because of the playboy thing, maybe just you needing some space as a teen. Everyone has gone through that phase before but when he notices your shift is only directed towards him, he's a little upset about it. He doesn't understand what he did wrong? One day you guys are eating ice cream together while having a sleepover in his room to you treating him like a disease.

Eventually your big brother corners you and makes you to confess whats bothering you. He apologizes if something he said rubbed you the wrong way but you couldn't keep treating him this way.

"uhm..i dunno, dick? I found out how you've been treating you partners and i think it's kinda gross. I guess i just don't really wanna be around someone who treats women like that right now..."

I think Dick's reaction would be complete shock....who tf told you?! He has no defense but he tries to muster up one before realizing this is just making him look worse when EVERYBODY knows how much of a whore he is lol. He'd back off of you and maybe even mutter an apology before walking away to go collect himself.

He's furious as well...whoever told you will be getting an earful because they just ruined something precious to him. (yeah they did. totally not his OWN actions) If it was one of his brothers, he will be throwing hands.

Dick does very much care about others perception of him, i've said this before. He knew he had a problem and his other siblings have spoken to him about it and it affected him but never enough to change. It's just a far deeper issue than wanting a quick fuck in the expense of his partners...But seeing his baby sister look at him with just so much disgust and disappointment was enough to cause him to spiral. He's not proud of his actions and knows he's hurt and discarded of many, many women for his own satisfaction. It's deplorable. I can imagine him taking maybe a few days to himself, he's just in his head while being overtaken by heavy guilt.

I'm not sure if Dick would actually change for you though? I think he is even debating it. Yeah he's a yandere for his batsis but is his obsession with you enough to kick the other one to the curb? That's up to you. A hopeful person would say, yes he would. Anything for his babybat! He's going to do whatever it takes to prove himself again, anything to make you proud. This habit isn't worth it if hes loosing you.

My opinion? No, he won't change after his guilt wears off. He'll just pretend like he's reborn. Dick would try for like a week and then go right back to doing his habits. He's a manipulative piece of work and yeah, lying to you is bad but he wants his cake and to eat it too. He's not willing to give up anything that gives him a euphoric boost. Shh...what you don't know, won't kill you.

[kxsagi]

Hello ! I hope you're well. I just wanted to request Isagi, the Itoshi brothers, Aryu, Yukimiya and any character of your choice with a horserider!reader 👀👀 (Sadly..Bachira strikes me as someone who would be a little too loud or excited near horses XD) Have a good day !

“𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞”

a/n: hi, i'm doing good, thank you! and as always, i hope you are too and have a wonderful day as well 🥰

i rode a horse when i was 6 and it traumatized me

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, aryuu jyubei, yukimiya kenyu

isagi yoichi

was today years old when he learned horses don’t just roam around freely eating grass and chilling. 

first time he saw you hop on a horse like it was nothing, he said “damn. so this is what peak athleticism looks like.” 

tried to impress you by getting on a pony at a petting zoo once. a pony. got thrown off immediately and claimed it was “just testing its strength.” 

when your horse sneezed on him he screamed. like full-volume, soccer-field echo scream. “he tried to kill me, baby!” “yoichi. he has hay up his nose.” 

constantly makes horse puns and thinks he’s hilarious. “hay, you look good today.” “i’m feeling a bit unstable.” “can i get a whinny kiss?” 

itoshi rin

hated your horse on sight at first. why? because it made you smile more than he could. “it’s just an animal,” he muttered, clearly jealous of a 1,200 lb beast. 

you made the mistake of saying “want to come riding with me?” now he’s standing stiffly in full borrowed gear, horse glaring at him, and he mutters, “this is how i die.” 

his horse walked two steps and he yelled, “HELP IT’S RUNNING.” you had to physically grab the reins to calm him down. 

got kicked in the shin once and pretended it didn’t hurt. limped for three days. told people it was a “training injury.” 

secretly feeds your horse treats behind your back and tells it, “don’t say anything. this never happened.” like they’re in a mafia alliance. 

itoshi sae

when you first told him you ride horses, he blinked at you like you just said you race dragons. “you voluntarily get on a horse… and stay there?” 

insisted he’d never ride. said it with his whole chest. “i play for spain, not yeehaw.” but two weeks later you found him googling “how to look cool on a horse.” 

your horse doesn’t like him. like, at all. full-on glare-offs across the paddock. sae: “your horse’s eyes are full of judgment.” you: “she’s literally chewing hay.” sae: “judgment hay.” 

shows up to the stable in designer everything. white pants. you warned him. “i’ll be fine.” he was not fine. a goat sneezed on him before he even made it to the horse. 

when he finally agreed to ride, it was 90% peer pressure, 10% pride. the second his butt hit the saddle: “why does this feel like sitting on two angry watermelons?” 

held the reins like they were cursed. “so if i pull this, it turns?” “no, that makes her stop –” “she’s stopping too fast– OKAY SHE’S BACKING UP–” 

got off after 3 minutes. straight-faced. dead serious. “i've had enough character development for today.” 

will NEVER admit it out loud, but he has a soft spot for your horse. feeds her snacks when no one’s watching. calls her “gremlin” but scratches behind her ears like a pro. 

once looked you dead in the eyes and said: “i may not be a horse boy, but i’d be your stable boy.” … then turned around and walked into a fence.

aryuu jyubei

said “i was born for this” and mounted the horse with the elegance of a runway model… then immediately fell off because his pants were too tight. 

brings dry shampoo and perfume for himself and your horse. “we’re a duo. if i smell like vanilla cashmere, she should too.” 

hosts impromptu photo shoots mid-ride. “wait, hold the reins. i need to pose.” almost got bucked once for trying to vogue on horseback. 

tried to teach your horse how to smize. you caught him saying “chin down. eyes fierce. yes queen” to her. 

insists on giving your horse a “seasonal wardrobe.” bought her a rhinestone saddle cover and glitter hoof polish. 

yukimiya kenyu

very prince charming about it until the horse sneezed on him. “i… respect your freedom, majestic beast. but that was disgusting.” 

made you a whole playlist to listen to while riding, called ‘gallop vibes 🐎✨’ and included three taylor swift songs, two anime openings, and the shrek soundtrack. 

dramatically bows before the horse every time like she’s royalty. “milady, may i approach?” 

tried to learn how to trot and immediately screamed, “MY BUTT BONES???” halfway through the lesson. 

gave your horse a full spa day: brushing, detangling, scented oils. she looked like a damn pageant queen when he was done. he called it “equestrian self-care.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[sturnsdarling]

lets just stay here for a while

{part two of 'I get them too, sometimes' } anxious!reader has an anxiety attack so bff!matt kisses her to calm her down, after, they agree to not go back to the party and just hang out with each other for a while.

vibe check: fluff, maybe suggestive if you squint, MAKEOUT SESH oioioioioi, just cute vibes all round honestly

1.6k words

A/N: slightly obsessed with this vibe dude. i'm really into writing fluffy stuff atm, I do have some smut in the works but as of rn this is the vibe I'm on. I hope this comforts you guys as much as it does me hehe

love and cigs, merc

"d'you - do you wanna hang out in here for a bit? I can stay with you" Matt said, his eye contact wavering at the offer only to return to you once more.

"oh you don't - you don't have to do that, Matt, you'll miss your party" you shook your head.

"I don't really like parties anyway" he replied, "I'd honestly rather sit here with you on the floor all night" he chuckled, gesturing to the floor.

You smiled as a soft laugh left your nose, "okay" you said.

"yeah?" his head shot up to meet your gaze.

"yeah." you nodded

Matt opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as quick, a boyish grin crawling its way onto his face. You cant help but smile back, the thumping sounds of the music just on the other side of the door suddenly becoming a muffled hum as you stared at Matt.

His presence had always been a strange comfort to you, more so than any of your other friends. There was something about him, you just knew he got it, whatever it was and there was never any pressure to be anything other than yourself around him.

"so, um" You both began to speak at the same time, cutting yourselves off with a laugh and a raised hand.

"you go" He said, a soft smile still lingering on his lips

"can I ask you something?" you said, biting your cheek slightly.

"anything" Matt replied, almost instantly

"how many girls have you kissed to stop their anxiety attacks?" you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood from earlier.

Matt laughs, dropping his head and shaking it slightly, peering up at you from under his lashes, "none" he smiles, "well, other than you now, obviously"

a genuine laugh left your lips, you brought your legs into you, an uncontrollable smile etched across your face as you looked at him, "well, I guess I should feel privileged then"

"oh, definitely" Matt nodded, brows furrowed in jesting seriousness, "I don't just go around kissing any and everyone having breathing problems, you know" he added, trying to maintain his serious face but failing.

you chuckled again, "I should hope so, that would be very invasive" you couldn't help but laugh at the mental image

"yeah, I'd probably get in a lot of trouble" Matt said, laughing as he spoke, "good thing - uh, good thing it's just you, huh?" He said.

your heart dropped slightly and you weren't sure why, something about the 'just you' stinging slightly, your face dropped into a slight smile and you nodded, biting your cheek, "yeah, I suppose that is a good thing" your eyes met the floor.

Matt noticed your change in demeanour and immediately started kicking himself, why did he say that? what did that even mean? what did he even want that to mean? a silence filled the room, the only sound being the echoing music of Chris' party playlist in the back, some generic rap song you didn't like that much started playing and, in unison, you and Matt groaned.

"god I fuckin' hate this song" Matt rolled his eyes.

"me too" you chuckled.

"for once I wish we could have a party like this with my music, I'd have such a better time"

"we could -um, we could listen to music, if you want to" you said, shrugging

"yeah? I mean, yeah, let's do that" Matt said, nodding and getting up, riffling through his drawers for an old pair of wired headphones for you both to share.

He found them and came and sat down next to you again, this time, his back rested against the bed as he pulled his phone from his pocket and plugged in the headphones. Matt placed a bud in his ear and held the other one out to you. You shuffled up next to him, your back against the end of the bed as you placed the bud in your ear. Matt looked through his playlist, trying to find the perfect song, you lazily gazed over his screen, watching all the songs fly by as he raced through his playlists.

"oh, I love that song" you said, pointing at the screen

"Dominic Fike?" Matt asked, looking at you, "didn't I show you his stuff?"

"mhm" you nodded, "I like him, he's cool"

Matt simply smiled, looking back to his phone and pressing the song. 'Wurli' by Dominic Fike started playing and after a moment, Matt put his phone down between the two of you and rested his head back onto the end of the bed. You did the same, letting the corner of the bed act as a rest for your neck.

Matts hand was rested by his phone, and without thinking, yours met his on the floor, your knuckles brushing against each other slightly as they rested next to each other. Your fingers twitched against his, every touch felt like static through your body, the subtle intimacy of it making you feel giddy. Matts hand edged closer to yours, his fingers now resting on your palm slightly as he traced small circles on your skin. You shifted your hand slightly, moving it down to meet his, your fingers interlocking on reflex.

Matt closes his eyes with a smile, and you did the same, you felt like teenagers, holding hands for the first time. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed over yours and his touch made you feel completely content.

"Matt" you craned your head to the side, looking at him.

"hm?" he hummed, mimicking your actions and turning so his face was only inches from yours, his breath hitching slightly at the feeling of his nose nearly brushing yours.

"thankyou, for staying with me" you smiled, eyes pouring into his

His brows furrowed slightly as he stared back, unable to pull his eyes form yours, "of course" he smiled

"you um-" you paused, letting your eyes flit to his lips for a split second before returning to his eyes, "you're a really good friend"

Matt chuckled, not realising how close you had both gotten, your noses now touching as your eyes wondered back to his lips, "well, you know what they say" his words coming out in a near whisper

"what do they say?" you asked, your volume matching his, your lips a now breath from his.

"they, um - you know" his eyes were rapid between your eyes and lips, feeling the warmth of your words on his skin, "I have no idea" he admitted, before pulling his hand from yours, placing it on your cheek and pulling you into him.

Your lips were pressed against his, this time, in a much more desperate way. You pulled at his shoulder, dragging him into you impossibly close as his tongue brushed against your lips, asking for access that you granted him immediately. Your tongues brushed against one-anothers, your hands grapsing at each other as if you were trying to crawl into each others skin. The song was still playing, nearly at an end as you were pulled deeper into Matt.

As he kissed you feverishly, you shifted, hooking your leg up to hoik yourself onto his lap. You straddled him, his hands finding your waist immediately as both of you refused to break the kiss. Your lips moved against one-anothers in sync, as if you were created for eachother, created to kiss like this. His hands moved up your back, making you arch into him as you whimpered slightly into the kiss. Neither of you had come up for air, and the song had restarted, you were completely lost in it, blissfully unaware of the approaching sound of Chris calling Matts name outside of the room.

"Matt, what the fuck are y-" Chris said, swinging the door open and cutting himself short as he laid eyes on the vision in front of him

You and Matt instantly pulled away from each other breathlessly as your attentions shot to the door.

Chris' mouth was hanging open in a smirk, "sorry, kid, as you were" Chris through his hands up in surrender, turning his back and closing the door behind him with a chuckle.

You and Matt both sighed, laughing slightly as Matts grip on you loosened, and your forehead fell to his. You shook your head against his slightly.

"we should probably go back out" you whispered, pulling away from Matt and resting your hand on his shoulder.

"yeah" Matts shoulders dropped, "we probably should" he nodded, his gaze on your hips as he pressed his thumbs into the tops of your thighs.

"or" you said in an insinuating tone.

"or?" Matts eyes shot to yours, a grin spread across your face, "or is good, I like or" Matt said rapidly, eyes flitting between yours and your plump lips.

"we could just stay in here" you shrugged, moving your lips to hover over his.

"that, is an amazing idea, angel" he smiled, pulling you into him with a large hand spread across the small of your back.

Once again, your lips were moving against his. The song still playing on a loop in your headphones as you kissed each other desperately, your hips moving against his as your straddled him. You felt almost lightheaded as Matt kissed you like he was starved of you, pulling you into him as if he had been waiting to kiss you, to have you like this, his entire life.

Just outside the door in the kitchen, Chris searched around the sea of people for Nick, who was at the table with a group of people talking about something Chris didn't care about. Chris placed a hand on Nicks shoulder, getting his attention before leaning down and whispering in his ear, a smile growing on Nicks face as Chris spoke.

"finally" Nick said, looking up at Chris who was nodding his head in agreeance.

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[narcjsistx]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 ᡣ𐭩

all the information here ; PART ONE

If there was one thing Sae couldn't stand, it was the screams of little kids. When he was a child, or so his mother said, he had only cried when he was born and when he was told he was going to be a big brother. When Rin was little he rarely cried, so he hadn't had the problem of enduring the sleepless nights that his classmates with younger siblings talked about during recess. He had heard that noise so few times that the few times it had happened he had hated it with all his heart

So when he was called into the hospital on a random (or maybe not so random) morning with the news that the son he knew absolutely nothing about had been born, he had the opportunity to hear all the cries of the babies in the ward. This made him reevaluate why he fell for such a clear and simple scam. When he entered the room and saw the face of the woman he had shamelessly fucked exactly 9 months before, he understood that it was not a scam but the actual reality

When he noticed the baby in the crib he couldn't help but notice the Itoshi family mark, the inevitable eyelashes. A tag near the child already showed that he belonged to Sae's family, the surname "Itoshi" accompanied by the name "Tanzeku". He didn't know what to say, really in difficulty in front of the situation he had in front of him: he remembered having used a condom that night, and above all he remembered not having been contacted in the slightest by anyone during the alleged pregnancy. He wasn't a heartless person, maybe a bitch but not mean. If he had known about this child before maybe now he would be less traumatized or speechless, he would at least know what to say to the mother whose name he doesn't even remember

"I have to graduate in a month. I hate this baby with all my heart but aborting it didn't seem like the most sensible option, especially since I found out too late" says the woman, making Sae turn around in surprise "Oh" he says. The woman struggles out of bed, walking towards Sae "I know he’s yours, I think you’ve noticed too. I’ve already written that I have no rights over him, he’s your responsibility from now on. You want to raise him? Do it. You want to put him in an orphanage? Do it. He’s yours" says the woman, taking the baby from the cradle and putting him in her arms "Don't think of me as heartless... I don't hate him because he is him, but because he was born at the wrong time and above all from a person I don't know" she says lowering her gaze, cradling the baby

Sae watches the scene quite confused. He is 20 years old, at the moment he is at the top of his soccer life after winning the Champions League exactly 9 months ago. But in 20 years of life he has never had a girlfriend, and at the moment it is not even his main concern. He does not even have a family, more or less. Privately, he's still the same guy who left Japan almost 7 years ago, just with a random fuck that evidently gave its results. Raising a child is something that has never crossed his mind, and right now doing so would be almost impossible with the life he leads, always traveling for some special match or training session. But in the teal eyes of the child he recognizes Rin, who as a child was like his son. He recognizes himself in his mother's arms when soccer was not yet part of his life

"Give him to me" he says, gesturing to the woman to pass him the baby. She looks up, handing him over almost immediately. Sae has rarely held babies, and is struggling to pick him up without his hands shaking. He holds the child trying to remain as serious as possible, but for some reason a storm is going on inside him. The woman goes back to the bed, where she picks up some suitcases "Like I said, do what you want with him. I won't bother coming back anytime soon to ask for money... I don't need it. I don't need him and I don't need you" she says as she picks up her clothes. Sae doesn't even bother hearing her speak, holding the baby and thinking seriously about what to do with him. The door slams and turning around, the boy notices that he is left alone with his new son

Sae lowers his gaze, looking at the little Tanzeku: the light hairs on his head are reddish, another sign that he is definitely his son. Even though he has more or less accepted the responsibility of this child, Sae knows perfectly well that being a father is something he is not meant to do. Even as a child he never saw himself as his father, who always idolized him as a prodigy. Yet now he had a child that only he and his mother, who had just gone permanently, knew existed. Putting him in an orphanage wasn't even an option, but what he could do?

He would never have stopped playing soccer just for this kid, especially now that he was in his prime. He would never have revealed the existence of this kid, who would probably ruin the image he had built up over the years. But he couldn't take care of him alone, he knew perfectly well that he needed help

The only option was to find someone. Someone to pay to fill a role that he didn't feel was his. Someone like a babysitter

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[vivievienne]

A HYMN FOR THE HOLLOW GOD . . . . 祁煜 ☆ he begged for her love and bled for her silence.

DΞVФΓIФИ ─── God loves you, but not enough to save you.

ωα𝗋𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌: religious trauma , priest!rafayel , implied murderer , deity!mc , mc uses she/her , hemolacria , blood , 932

a/n: I SAW THIS RAFAYEL AU AND OH MY GOD I COULDNT HELP MYSELF. God, forgive me please, but I just had to. I made it in like two days??? but hell yeah it was worth it. anyway UUHH IM GONNA DIEEE

part 1 / part 2

"Let us pray," he said, raising his hands upward. "Most Magnificent, You, before whose beauty the stars fade and the seas are torn in two so that You can pass through them - we ask You to deign to hear our humble requests and supplications. Make Your people grow in love together with all the saints who have pleased You throughout the ages."

Saying this, he looked towards the altar, where the image of the Most Holy One was.

The Divinity.

Their Divinity.

His Divinity.

The Divinity he venerated above all others.

They began to sing. The sounds of the songs began to fill the Temple, where in a flash the voices of the choir spread, where the altos and sopranos began to worship their Saviour in perfect harmony accompanied by the organ, whose pipes were able to produce such tones that the floor could shake under the influence of the sublimity of this event.

She was so beautiful.

Rafayel always looked at Her with admiration. She walked this earth just as he did now. Improbable. Someone as extraordinary as She was once like him.

That is why every time he read the Holy Book, he could not believe that She never wanted applause, that She did not want to be recognized, that She was able to endure all tortures just to save them.

Magnificent.

"May the Most Sacred Heart of Our Saviour always bless us."

He always, but always, uttered every word with a serious and dignified tone that made those gathered in the Temple look with interest at the young priest, who was looking at the Deity with delight, as he walked away from the altar.

Then, there was his favourite moment during the day.

It was when he returned to his small room to rest after a hard day. He sat down at the desk where the Holy Book was. He didn't remember how many times he had read It. Certainly a lot. However, he couldn't help the fact that this story affected him the same way every time. He couldn't help the fact that His Deity lived among them and it seemed so unreal, so surreal to him, and at the same time he was so happy that it had really happened. He was glad that She was among them, that She watched over them, that She loved them.

However, man is a proud being, no matter how wonderful His Creator is.

And Rafayel wanted Her to notice him, for Her to look at him and tell him that She saw how devoted he was to Her.

Because Rafayel loved His Divinity.

He loved Y/N.

He was faithful to Her, obedient. If She told him to jump into the fire — he would do it.

Let Her just look at him.

But Rafayel knew.

He was nothing.

One of the many sheep of Her flock.

Her miserable prodigal son.

A weed in Her field.

Everything Rafayel did not want to be, and yet he knew he would never be more.

But his faith, that unconditional love that he gave Her...

He didn't want too much, did he?

He did everything for Her. He honoured Her more than those... 'followers'.

Rafayel hated that name.

They 'follow'... But they don't believe.

No one believes in Her Majesty like he does.

You can profess anything: a view, love, a mystery, but not religion - you have to believe in it, blindly follow its rules and trust it, recognize it as truth and the highest value. You have to live religion, not just breathe it.

That's why Rafael believed that these 'followers' would never get what they wanted.

They leave the Temple and sin. They are so proud. They think that She will forgive them everything.

And it hurts Rafayel.

It hurt him that She loved him as much as others, even though he trusted Her completely and believed in Her with all his heart.

It was so unfair.

"I beg you... Most Beloved... Be merciful to me", he said through tears. "Me, a sinful thief, unworthy of Your gaze. Have mercy on me... Have mercy on Your worthless servant", he remembered that he always put his hands to the cheeks of the cold stone covered with a white veil, in which the bust of His Deity was carved.

It was so unfair.

He always judged those who in any way opposed the Most Holy Commandments.

After all, salvation did not await them anyway, right?

They violated the Holy Law, for which they must be punished.

Even if they pay the highest price for it.

It was so unfair.

"I have sinned," he confessed before the stone image of His Savior. "I have sinned against You, Most Holy. Forgive me. I beg You. Or take my eyes so that I may not suffer, looking upon those who are unworthy of Your Grace."

He was covered in the blood of that wicked man who had defied His Divinity. Scarlet tears flowed from his eyes, leaving red streaks on his pale cheeks. He held a rosary in his hand, and his stained hands touched her cheeks, leaving crimson streaks.

"Forgive me, Most Holy."

His voice began to tremble as the words left his lips.

"I beg You, forgive me."

And his lips joined the cold stone, leaving a ruby ​​mark on them.

"I will do anything to be closer to You," he whispered. "Just ask, tell me whatever You desire. I will be Your boundlessly devoted servant. Just please, give me a sign."

"I will prove it to You. I swear it. I will prove it."