#YES I THOUGHT VERY DEEPLY ABOUT A NIGHT OF THE DEMONS AU

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"James is having a party, Jason and Freddy are too scared to come... But you'll have a hell of a time."

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Chapter 9

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC 

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, honestly my brain has stopped but promise each chapter with have individual warnings!

WORDCOUNT: 6,689

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from the dead! Long story short moved into my first home and IMMEDIATELY got laid off from my job.....all that to say I am now more stable and less depressed. I have been working on this story so she is not abandoned. I can't say that the updates will be consistent but I have written up to Chapter 12! That being said if anyone is interested in beta reading please let me know. I need someone to help hold me accountable for writing 😭. Anywho, love ya'll bunches XOXO!

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“Are you sure you’re feel alright?” It was what felt like the hundredth time that Namjoon had asked Wynter that same question. Rolling her eyes she continued to sweep up the non-existent dust that was on the floor. Keeping busy was not helping her from not zoning out. In Namjoon’s defense he was still unsure if the effects of the potion had really worn off and didn’t leave any lasting effects. Wynter had reassured him numerous times that morning that it had not and that she had felt perfectly fine. 

“Yes.” Her tone coming out more clipped than usual. Less because of the concerned owner and more because of her raging and unprocessed emotions swirling in her head. To say that she was confused would be an understatement. After yesterday it was like every single thought, feeling, that she had successfully locked away in a little box in a dusty corner of her head regarding Yoongi exploded, leaving nothing but chaos in it’s wake. Not helped by the fact that she woke up this morning  to him not forcefully waking her up but instead to a full course breakfast that he had made. 

She was leary about what it was for - lowkey traumatized by the time he spelled the food to make it unbearably spicy because in his words “all food could be tampered with. Even by those you trust”.  Wynter had cussed him out for that once she had downed most of the milk. So when she questioned him before taking a bite this morning he had simply stated that she deserved a break after yesterday. It made her suspicious. 

All month he had basically been missing and now suddenly he was  gently waking her up with the small of an american style breakfast. When he had time to even learned to make that type of food only confused her further. The only conclusion was that he was planning on throwing some big test her way. Either way though now with her emotions all over the place it was hard to not conflate his act of “goodwill” with something deeper. 

Gasping Wynter stopped mid-sweep. What if he heard her yesterday? She felt her body heat up from the sheer embarrassment of the mere thought that he knew that she had masturbated. Even more that she masturbated to the some of the most deprived thoughts of him. Fuck, she even said his name. Groaning hung her head in shame as she continued cleaning. In her defense it wasn’t really her fault. She was under magical influence that exacerbated her very real, very deeply hidden, feelings for said demon. 

“Are you sure-”

“If you ask me that one more time I’m going to throw this broom at your face.” Wynter huffed as Namjoon mouth opened and closed as he tried to find a response. “It honestly didn’t last but a few hours. I felt normal by the time I went to bed last night.” Did it have to do with what was probably the most powerful orgasm she had given herself? Maybe, but Namjoon didn’t need to know that. 

Reluctantly nodding, the shaman went back to counting down the cash register. Making her way over to her little workstation in the corner, Wynter went about putting up the ingredients and materials she had used that day. Smiling a bit to herself she was happy that Namjoon had enough faith in her to allow her to start fixing candles and making small charms in the shop. It took some of the stress of doing all of the spellwork off of him and allowed him to focus on doing work for their actually magical clientele. 

The smell of orange and rose filled the air as Wynter wiped the area off with some Florida water. Humming to herself she blessed the space to prepare it for use the next day. Lost in her own little world she didn’t notice that Namjoon had walked over to her, “Wyn?”

Looking up she saw that the sliver haired shaman was standing directly in front of her, shifting his weight from side to side. Pushing his round framed glasses up with a long finger her cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you were busy this Sunday?” His voice came out stable but a slight tremble gave away that her was nervous. 

Unsure of where this was going Wynter slowing down wiping the counter until she stopped. Sunday’s were usually the days that Yoongi let her rest. Consisting of them mostly lazing about with her binge watching a new drama and Yoongi begrudgingly participating, but Wynter could tell he was secretly starting to get invested in the newest one they were watching. “I should be free. Did you need me to come in and work for a bit?”

Namjoon was quick to shake his head, “No that’s not it. Jin and Taehyung are going to watch the store that day.” Wynter’s eyes narrowed in question as a quizzical look overtook her face. “What I mean is that Tae had been talking about this new art exhibit that’s just opened up over in Samcheong-dong and I wanted to see if you would be interested in checking it out. With me?” 

Tilting her head slightly Wynter really took a moment to take him in and now very clear nervous disposition. “Like a date?” She question confusion coloring her tone, because she was genuinely confused. Never in a million would she had guess that Kim Namjoon would ask her out. Racking her brain she tried to figure out of there were any signs she missed. This must be the friend the Jin and Tae were talking about last month. She thought it was going to be one of the servers at Moon not their brother. Which just begs the question of how long had Namjoon like her. 

“Uh, yeah.” He said quietly, rubbing his hands together to try and disperse some of his anxious energy. Wynter stood in front of him, rag still in hand, at a lost for words. She wanted to say no, mostly out of habit, but other than the fact that he was her boss and mentor Wynter couldn’t find a valid reason. She knew that after that last date that she would have a hard time finding someone to accept the fact that she was tied to a demon. Though, if it was Namjoon she wouldn’t have to since he already knew. Maybe her feelings that she had for Yoongi were just misplaced. 

“Yeah. I would love to go out with you Sunday.” The words felt odd coming out of her mouth, but she chalked it up to not saying yes to an organic date in years. She didn’t count the blind date with Mrs. Kwon’s son. To her amusement Namjoon body sagged with relief at her yes, a blinding smile lighting up his face - dimples on full devastating display. “Wonderful! I’ll come pick you up around four if that works?” 

Wynter couldn’t help but smile back as she agreed to the time. “I should get going, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” Namjoon nodded as he clumsily made his way back to his workshop with a dopy grin on his face, tripping over his own feet every few steps. 

Laughing Wynter walked out of the shop with a mixture of excitement and confusion about what had just happened.

Yoongi had just put the kimchi on the table when he heard the front door open and close. He was proud of himself for getting the timing right. It had took a while to get the handle on gauging Wynter’s schedule but he had it pretty down at this point. “I didn’t really feel like cooking all that much so I just made some ramen-” Yoongi’s voice trailed off as he watched as Wynter plopped down at the small dining room table with a dazed look on her face. “What’s wrong?” His eyes scanned her for any injuries and his flicked through her mind for any hint as to what could be happening. 

“Namjoon asked me out on a date,” her voice sounded far away like she was still processing what had just happened. Pulling her hair out of her scrunchy she shook out the curls, fluffing them around her head. 

Yoongi paused his assessment and fixed her with a stare, “What did you say?” 

“Yeah.” Picking up her pink chopsticks she popped a piece of kimchi into her mouth. Chewing absentmindedly. Meanwhile Yoongi felt as though his entire world just stopped working because it would just be his luck that when he decided to pursue and lean into his feelings the shaman would finally make a move. Taking a calming breath he tried to keep his even. 

“Why?” It came out  bit rougher than he intended but Wynter was so in her head she didn’t even notice. 

Taking another piece of kimchi to eat, Wynter thought for a moment. “Well, he’s a really great man honestly. I mean he’s so good at what he does. Not only in the store but also as a shaman. I know you don’t get to see him work but the things that his mind comes up with. He’s so kind and compassionate too. I mean he’s a little clumsy but who isn’t. Plus I’d have to be blind to not notice how unbelievable hot he his, I mean have you seen his thighs. Though I’ve never looked at him that way because he’s my boss and my mentor so it seemed inappropriate but it’s been so long now that I think we’ve become equals in some ways.”

Yoongi could feel his temper raising with each word that Wynter rambled in praise of Kim Namjoon. It was like she was taking a red hot blade and stabbing him in the heart over and over again. His soft face harden as he tried to keep his jealousy in check but if this was a test he was failing spectacularly. “You’re not going?”

The finality of his tone made Wynter stop mid sentence and look over to where Yoongi was leaned on the counter his arms on either side of him. She could see where his hands were flexing from gripping the countertop. “Excuse me?” She needed him to repeat what he just said because she thought she heard him say that she couldn’t go on a date. 

“You heard me the first time,” Yoongi’s tone was as dark as his face as his stared her down. 

Scoffing in disbelief she threw her chopsticks down onto the table, “I’m so sorry but I thought I made it very clear the last time I went on a date that you do not get to dictate who I get to go out with.” 

“I’m not telling you that you can’t go out,” Yoongi felt his chest constrict a little at the lie. “What I’m saying is that you can’t go out with the shaman or really any of the Kim’s for that reason.” 

Crossing her arm Wynter laughed in his face, “Be so fucking for real right now. Whatever your deal is with the Kim’s leave me out of it cause I don’t have shit to do with it.” She could not believe him right now. To have the audacity to tell her who she could and could not date. “Your afraid that the big bad shamans are going to send you packing again,” Wynter mocked in a baby voice rolling her eyes. 

He felt it as his anger took over. The cheap table broke upon impact against the wall. Scattering broken dishes and food everywhere. Yoongi grabbed a fistfull her her soft locks at the back of her head, yanking it back forcing her eyes to his now fully black ones. Tears pricked the corner of Wynter’s eyes as she stared into his cold ones. “Do not forget who you are speaking to?” Yoongi’s voice was low and calm as he spoke to her. “If you would like to fuck your way up to the top of high shaman society I won’t stop you, but remember that at the end of the day I own you. Mind, body, and soul. So if I get sent back down you get dragged along with me.” 

Yoongi couldn’t stop the words leaving his mouth even if he wanted too. The regret and guilt was instant when he felt fear seep it’s way into their bond. He was doing the one thing he never wanted to do which was make Wynter scared of him. The monster that he truly was being reflected back to him in Wynter wide eyes. Inhaling deeply he removed his hand and watched as she bounced a bit in the chair from how forceful he dropped her. Turning away he walked out. The front door slamming behind him echoed in Wynter’s ears.

Wynter could feel the tears that she was trying to hold back begin to run down her cheeks. The fear that had dissipated throughout the few months that she had known Yoongi came back full force. Suddenly Wynter felt very small and as if nothing was in her control. More importantly she came to the stark realization that whatever these feelings for the demon she was having were foolish. Yoongi’s words doing nothing but making that abundantly clear that she was nothing more than an obligation, and investment, in his eyes.

Maybe that’s why the tears weren’t stopping. Not because she was scared of him -Wynter understood that Yoongi wouldn’t hurt her, at leat not in any real way- but because she had been slammed back into reality and into her place in his life. Wiping her tears she picked up what she could and threw out what was broken. 

Smoothing down the front of her silk skirt, Wynter took one last look at herself in the mirror. The 90’s style midi skirt was a burnt orange that complemented her skin tone and paired with a white tank top style bodysuit gave the right balance for a casual day to night date. Fixing her headscarf she added an few extra bobby pins to make it more secure to support the pineapple she had threw her hair into. It was one of those days where she just wanted to cut it all off but chose to throw it up and out of her face. 

Fidgtinging for a few moments, Wynter threw her hands up in defeat. She looked fine and she knew she looked fine, she was just anxious. Surprisingly not about this date with Namjoon but about the fact that she hadn’t seen or heard from Yoongi in days. Not even for trainings or lessons, which was odd. Obviously their argument was bad, but usually he at least popped in for a quick check in. This time it felt as though his anger was masking hurt. Now that Wynter had had some time to process the events Yoongi did seem hurt by what she said. Knowing herself she knew she would feel anxious and guilty until she apologized which was why him up a disappearing was unsettling to her, because what if he didn’t come back. Sighing she looked over to where she heard a soft knock at her door. Knowing that Namjoon was there. 

Putting on her platform heels and grabbing her small crossbody bag, Wynter opened the door to a surprised Namjoon with his fist still raised mid-air. Bashfully smiling he put his hand down, as he took a quick scan of her. “I got these for you,” he held out a bouquet of wildflowers for her to take. The mix greenery and purple flowers were beautiful and made butterflies erupt in Wynters chest. 

“Thanks!” Her heels clicked across the floor as she made her way over to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase and some water, before setting it on her coffee table. Namjoon gave a hum of acknowledgement as he looked around Wynter’s apartment. He had been there before but he this was the first time he had been back since Yoongi had “moved in”. Wynter figured it was due to the fact the neither of them could be in the same room as the other without wanting to kill each other. 

“What happened to your table?” Wynter looked up from where she was arranging the flowers to see Namjoon pointing over to the empty space where her dining room table once sat. Wynter felt her chest tighten at the fresh memory. 

“Um, training gone wrong,” her chuckle sounded force even to her own ears. She felt bad for lying to Namjoon but if she told him what actually happened then they rest of the day would be ruined, and Wynter was determined to give this date a fair chance. He seemed to accept that answer as they left the apartment. The way over was filled with talk about the art exhibit they were going too. Wynter didn’t really contribute much content to let Namjoon lead the conversation. The way his eyes would light up with each new piece of information he remembered about the artists that were featured made Wynter’s heart swell with fondness. 

Apparently it was supposed to be a multimedia exhibit that brought together modern and classic artists pieces and allowed visual and audio artist to bring the pieces to life. Namjoon explained it better than Wynter ever could but she understood the gist of it. Knowing that anything she didn't understand Namjoon would happily explain. 

After securing their tickets, where Namjoon insisted on paying, they entered the first spaces. To say that that it was a interactive experience would be an understatement. It was as if Wynter walked right into the art itself. Somehow immersing the spectator and making them the subject. Stepping into the first exhibit it was like they were transported to the Korean countryside. The soft dirt path through the room lead them through a field of grass next to a small country home during what looked to be early morning. Wynter wasn’t sure that it was made to scale but it felt as though it was. She could even smell the smoke coming from the chimney and here the water from the stream the path followed. 

Looking to her right she was surprised to find that there was an actual stream with small fish swimming through them. Gasping she tugged on the sleeve of Namjoon’s cardigan as she made her way over to take a closer look at the fishes. “We have to stay on the path!” Namjoon whispered at her. 

“I don’t think so. Aren’t there usually signs that say that,” Wynter countered, “Plus the lady of front said that the exhibit is meant to be explored to its fullest extent.” Looking back up at him with her eyes wide, they had a mini stare off which just resulted in Namjoon sighing and letting himself be dragged over to look at the small fishes swim. Every room that they went through was like the first one, transporting them to different times and places. Wynter let Namjoon explain what painting each room was because he was actually paying attention to the small plaques on the wall, while Wynter was basically running headlong into what awaited them in the next room. 

By the time they got to the last room Wynter felt as though they had lived so many different lives. She couldn’t remember when was the last time she had such a fun time on a date. Their hands were tightly intertwined as they walked into the last room. Both, Namjoon and Wynter, stopped at how beautifully breathtaking the space was as a sea of purple greeted them. Wynter didn’t need Namjoon to explain what painting this was, the smell of wild irises filled the air as the abstract field waved in the late afternoon breeze. She didn’t know how the had managed to pull off an entire field of flowers exactly in Van Gogh’s iconic style with just lights, holograms, and pieces of  soft fabric but they did. 

They took their time walking through knowing that this was the last room, wanting to soak in the experience and tranquility that the room brought. “I wish they were real. Irises are my favorite,” Wynter said quietly as they meandered. 

Namjoon looked over to see Wynter staring longingly at one of the faux purple flowers swaying. Feeling Namjoon bend down next to her, she turned to see him gently grab the fabric stalk of one of flowers. The air around them seem to charge as Namjoon plucked it from it’s spot transforming it into a real iris, the bright yellow petals a complimentary contrast to its purple and blue counterparts. “Have you ever seen a Korean iris before?” Eyes wide Wynter shook her head as she accepted the flower from the handsome shaman. “Well now you have,” his smile wide and his dimples deep as he turned his gaze shyly to the ground as they made their way out of the room. 

The restaurant that Namjoon took her to wasn’t far from the art exhibit. It was a small Italian bistro with intimate seating and low lighting. Wynter looked over to where the sun had began to set through the window, as she listened to Namjoon order them a bottle of wine. Her fingers lightly tapped the menu as she tried to find something to eat, before finally settling on eggplant parm. There conversation flowed easily as they went through a full breakdown of the art exhibit going over their favorite parts and what painting they wished were included. 

Wynter loved watching Namjoon talk about art. His passion for the subject taking her by surprise the first time the had met. It was through him, and Taehyung, that she had grown an appreciation for art at all. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Namjoon spoke in between bites, “To be honest, I’ve been nervous all week so to hear that you’re enjoying yourself is a relief.”

“I always enjoy myself when I’m with you, Joon.” Wynter giggled as she took a sip of her wine. While not a lie, she was enjoying herself, she realized that something felt off. The entire time through the exhibits and throughout the majority of dinner it was like she was going through the motions. Understanding that this was a wonderful date, damn near perfect, but knowing that she still wasn’t satisfied. A weird form of double think as she casually conversed with the man in front of her, yet thought only of if a certain someone would enjoy the meal in front of her. Wondering if a certain someone would have enjoyed the art, particularly the Joseon royal courtyard overflowing with peonies, Korean red pines and crepe myrtles. Wynter wondered if that was what his courtyard looked like. 

No matter how much of her full attention she wanted to give to Namjoon, she couldn’t help the fact that her mind kept wondering back to the dark haired demon who she was currently missing. Still, she smiled and bickered with Namjoon over who would pay, eventually letting him win. Wynter kept up the light flirting and conversation as they made their way back over to their neighborhood. 

Yellow iris still gripped in her hand, Wynter and Namjoon stopped in front of her apartment door. Him being enough of a gentleman to walk her up the steps to make sure she made it home in one piece. “I’ll respell this tomorrow at the shop,” Namjoon reached out and touched the selenite that rested against her chest. They both stood for a moment as they both tried to find a non-awkward way to end the date. Namjoon’s gaze dropping to her full lips.

Clearing her throat, “I’ll see you tomorrow than?”

The sound of her voice seemed to have startled Namjoon, causing his eyes to snap up to meet hers from where they rested on her lips. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Taking the hint he took a step back giving Wynter enough room to unlock her door and enter her apartment. After turning to say one last bye she watched as the tall man walked down the hall towards the elevator before closing her door. Slouching against the door she took what she felt like was the first relaxing breath. 

Wynter felt like absolute shit because that was her ideal date with someone she put in the friend box because she didn’t think he’d even look at her twice. Yet, she was too busy worrying about if Yoongi was still mad at her and if he would enjoy a date like that. Internally cussing herself out she took off her heels and put her stuff up. Taking the lone yellow iris she laid it on the edge of the counter next to where the vase of flowers reasted. 

The real problem was that during her almost four hour date with Namjoon she came to the annoying conclusion that she really fucking liked Yoongi. She had made the promise to herself to not let him take her heart too but here she was serving it up to him on a platter so that he can incinerate and then piss on it. Though there were moments where she was sure she saw an odd gleam in his eye or a caught him staring at her. Pushing all of that to the side he made clear that she was nothing more than an investment to him. Wynter had known him just long enough to notice that when backed into a corner he lashes out, so how sure could she really be of that train of thought. 

Groaning Wynter leaned against the back of her couch looking out into the Seoul night skyline. Hypothetically speaking even if he does reciprocate her mix of feelings, then what? They ride off happily into the sunset? That seemed like a load of bullshit even to Wynter but realistically they were from two different worlds that were constantly fighting with each other. There was no way that whatever relationship that they had would end well. The question that swirled around Wynter’s head was if it was worth it. Her mind reminded her of all the possible ways it wouldn’t work and ended up with one or both of them dead. Her heart screamed at her that none of that mattered as long as they faced it together. 

Slowly she closed her eyes and took in a deep breathe sighing it out. Her momma had always told her to follow her intuition. To follow the path her soul lead her, and it was leading her down this clearly doomed path. Only real way to begin down this path was to talk to him. Rolling her eyes she went and opened a cabinet grabbing two whiskey glasses and the bottle of Yoongi’s favorite whiskey. After pouring both glasses she mumbled under her breath, “I hope this fucking works.” Looking up towards the ceiling she shook her head before calling out. “Yoongi!” After a moment of silence she tried again, “Yoongi, I have your favorite whiskey. Poured it just the way you like it.” Her saccharine voice still not enough to get the demon to answer. Switching tactics, “Yoongi, I know you can hear me. Stop ignoring me. Get up here right now and talk to me like a fucking adult instead of hiding.”

Minutes seemed to tick by as she waited for the pale demon to show up. Head hung low she closed her eyes in defeat. He wasn’t going to come. Yoongi had abandoned her. She could feel the tell tell sting of tears starting behind her eyes. Grabbing her glass she knocked the spirit back letting the burn of it coating her throat banaish the tears away. “It’s not polite to drink the offering before the person the offering is for.” Wynter almost broke her neck to see where Yoongi stood next to her. 

Apologizing was the first on her list of things to do but seeing him in front of her after so long made her brain short circuit. Much like when the first met he stood leaned against he kitchen counter, an oversized black shirt draped over his frame, with a pair a ripped jeans to tie the whole look together. His shaggy hair was parted down the middle and looked as though he had been running his hands through it. It was the only thing that betrayed his nerves, that and the fact that he kept rubbing the bottom of his scar. 

Taking a sip of his whiskey, Yoongi stood there and watched with light amusement as Wynter tried to find her words. “Gongjunim, did you need something?” His tone playful as Wynter just gazed up at him before putting her glass down on the table. 

“Where the hell have you been?” She seethed. Wynter didn’t think she was that annoyed at him just up and leaving but she apparently was. “I have been worried sick about you. I-”

“I’m a big demon. I can take care of myself.” The interrupted doing nothing irritating her further. 

“I know you’re a ‘big demon’ but you don’t get to just disappear when we get into an argument. You get to sit there like the ‘big demon’ that you are until a resolution has reached.” Wynter’s determined gaze flickered back and forth between the demons wide eyes. Yoongi wasn’t used to people yelling at him, let alone someone who when he last saw them were terrified. Opening his mouth to respond he was swiftly cut off, “We also don’t just get to disappear without a single word or check in either! Understood?” Yoongi gave a stilted nod unsure if speaking was the best route to go. The only other person that ever reprimanded him so thoroughly was his master teacher growing up. 

This was not the way the Wynter saw this apology going but it just tumbled out of her mouth. “Now,” pouring herself another glass, Wynter took a sip before continuing. “I wanted to apologize for what I said to you. It was mean and it was hurtful. You didn’t deserve it and for that I’m sorry.” She hoped the her level gaze conveyed her sincerity. It seemed as though, after searching her gaze for any hint of trickery, Yoongi accepted her apology with a nod and a hum. 

They both silently finished there drink unsure of how to move forward. Yoongi knew he should apologize but the concept of guilt, remorse, and regret were still taking some getting use to. Clearing his throat he glanced over to where Wynter stood next to him. Seemingly dressed up like she went out. A knot formed in his chest at the recognition that she had her date today. Contrary to what she thought Yoongi was still checking in on her and making sure she was doing okay.

“So, uh, how was your date with the shaman,” Yoongi cringed at how he stammered.

Chuckling Wynter brought her glass up to her lips and took a sip, “Well, it was perfect. Namjoon was perfect.” The knot seemed to tighten in his chest at her low mumble. Knowing that he would never be described as perfect. “But.” The word lingered in the air between them as Wynter tried to find the words to explain. 

“But?” 

“I don’t think he’s perfect for me.” Wynter admitted. Yoongi made sure to hide his shock, and satisfaction, behind a neutral look. Turning herself to look into the demons face her eyes seemed to sparkle, “Just didn’t feel right you know?” A light smile graced her lips as she looked up to him, neither of them realizing just how close that they were to each other. Their bodies gravitating towards the other without their knowledge. 

“I see,” Yoongi rotated his body to set his glass behind him on the counter, needing to take a moment to compose himself without her bewitching him. The muted thud of the glass hitting the counter was the only other sound in the apartment. Looking a bit further down the counter he saw a splash of yellow. The Korean iris laid peacefully unaware of the melancholy that was raising in his heart. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached over gently picking it up - admiring it. “Where did you get this?”

Wynter  barely heard his whisper, but when he brought the flower around to show her she smiled and gave a light laugh. “Oh, one of the art exhibits we saw was a room that was a field of faux iris based on a Van Gogh painting. They were all purple and blue irises though, but when I told Namjoon that irises were my favorite-”

“Irises are you favorite?” Yoongi’s soft interruption brought Wynter’s sight from the yellow flower and up to the demons soft features where she could see a sadness lurking. 

“Yeah,” she said just as softly. “They’re my favorite. He used his magic to transform one of the fake purple irises into a Korean irises. I had never seem one before so imagine my surprise when I saw that it was yellow.” 

Wynter’s giddy excitement at the discovery seized Yoongi’s heart. Memories of a past that he longed to forget came forward. A field of bloodsoaked yellow irises burning as he tried to erase every human part of him. Wynter’s face scrunched in concern at the film of unshed tears the showed up in Yoongi’s dark eyes. Gently placing her hand on his wrist she tried to pull him out of whatever memory he was getting stuck in. “Are you okay?” She knew it was a stupid question but she didn’t know how to really comfort a demon. They weren’t suppose to have emotions like this. 

Taking in a shaky breath, Yoongi pulled away from Wynter wiping the moisture out of his eye. “Yeah,” he croaked. “I just haven’t seen one of these in a long time.” Quickly he created a small vase made of white porcelain covered in images of irises done in the distinct style his kingdom was known for. Placing the lone flower in it’s new home perfectly made for it. “A beautiful flower deserves a beautiful place to be admired.”

Wynter felt herself hold her breath at the soft look Yoongi had as he admired his work. She wondered if in the moment if this was the real Yoongi. The romantic ideals of a young prince not yet jaded and corrupted by the power that comes with being king. His feline eyes pinned her in place, caught in her staring. They stood like that, gazes locked,  admiring each other in the soft light of the kitchen. Feeling the start of something blooming in her chest, Wynter’s sharp intake of breath broke the two out of their moment in time. 

Yoongi watched as she rubbed the space of her heart as if trying to soothe the feeling away. He knew it was their bond snapping fully into place for her. Knew that it would only be a matter of time before Wynter begin feeling what he had been. “You should get some sleep.” Picking up the glasses he went and started washing them. Leaving Wynter standing there still rooted in her spot. “I promise I’m not leaving this time.”

Nodding, Wynter walked off to get ready for bed. When he heard the bathroom door click shut, Yoongi allowed himself to relax his body. He didn’t even realize how tense he was until he had came back into her presence. His time away was spent trying to instill trust with the head of prominent factions that he needed on his side, so that they had a fair chance to win against Jungsoo. It wasn’t just that, it was trying to make sure that they also wouldn’t betray him once Jungsoo was taken care of. The power vacuum that was going to happen needed to be filled quickly and that meant promising positions that allowed them to feel in control. 

On top of that, he could feel himself getting closer than ever on breaking down what this curse affect Wynter was, as well as locating Jiyeon. Yoongi needed help though. The squirmishes up top had attracted the attention of small shamans clans looking to gain power. It needed to be nipped in the bud. The padding of Wynter’s feet across the wooden floor pulled Yoongi’s focus. 

Wynter watched as the demon walked around tidying up the apartment as she settled into her bed. When she had walked out and saw that he was still there, she was pleasantly surprised. Once he deemed the place clean enough he shuffled into his side of the bed. They both knew that she didn’t need the comfort anymore but at this point it was a habit neither of them were willing to give up. It felt nice to have a warm body next to her, as she drifted off to sleep.

Yoongi waited as Wynter’s body slowly relax, signaling him to him that she was asleep. He kept is gaze trained on the white ceiling as he racked his brain with what to do next now that he knew that the threat of the shaman was no longer warranted. Now really the only thing in his way was the many ways that he could fuck this up and in turn fuck his beautiful soulmate up. Even without all of the outside forces - the curse, the rebellion, the obvious problem with a witch and demon pairing - Yoongi was most afraid of handling Wynter. He didn’t know how to love. He had crushed that feeling, along with his heart, long ago. He was a monster and he saw that reflected in her eyes. The universe wouldn’t have gifted him Wynter if it knew he would ruin it. 

Shifting Yoongi placed on arm behind his head as he got comfortable. “Wynter,” Yoongi whispered. When he got know response he tried a few more times, even peeking over to see the rhythmic raise and fall of her shoulder. He was glad he was faced away from him on her side. It gave him courage for what he was about to do next. 

“Wynter, I wish this was something that I could tell you while you were awake, but I’m a coward. I’ve been hiding something from you, not really knowing how to tell you. So I hope you don’t mind me practicing while you sleep.” Yoongi felt stupid but if he got the thought out of his head and into the air he knew he would be able to focus on his other responsibilities. “I,” swallowing down the lump in his throat he gathered the courage to trek on, “We are soulmates. I know that if I told you that you’d laugh in my face. Hell I would have laughed in my face to but it’s true. I feel the soul bond we have with each other, which is unbelievable since I have no soul.” 

Yoongi’s quiet  laugh sounded jaded even to his own ears. “But I feel it. Reforming. It’s reforming because it calls out to yours. I wish I had more information or research, but it’s rare. I know you would never choose me. The thought of me as a soulmate should disgust you. I’m a monster.” He didn’t even bother to wipe the tear the slid down his face and onto the pillow below him. “I’m a monster but I would do anything to change that for you. To be better for you. I feel deep in my soul, in my being, that I love you. Fuck, that’s weird to say.” His face broke out with a gummy smile at the relief of finally saying those words out loud, even if sadness of never being able to say the to you cause the tears to keep falling. “I love you. I know that in our deal you promised anything, but I’m afraid that it is me who must live with the reality that it is I who will give you everything.”

[m-jelly]

Chapter 7

Pairing: Demon priest! Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, teasing, flirting, cute, plot building, relationship development, smut, oral, teasing, multiple positions, demon dick.

Concept: Levi takes you to his demon home to show you around. You both enjoy a nice bath together before Levi and you become one for the first time.

Important notice: Due to comments made to me as I planned this story, I have chosen to create a brand new religion to avoid causing any offence to those reading this fic. Some terminology is similar to other religions and inspired by them too.

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You held Levi’s hand as you walked through the night. You gazed up at Levi wondering what he had planned for you both. You blushed as he raised your hand and kissed the back of it. Your heart danced in your chest as your mind run wild with all the ideas you had. Your necklace stone was red, but you’d been working so much on the last piece of art that you hadn’t acted on the changing stone. However, you had agreed to take a break and Levi was taking you for a nice walk after having dinner at home.

You frowned a little when he led you to the temple. “How come we’re here?”

He winked at you. He clicked his fingers making a black key with red vines appear in his hand. “This is a special key for us.” He placed it in the keyhole and turned it.

You looked up and saw a tidal wave of black ripple over the door from the keyhole. “Wow.”

Levi opened the door to reveal the inside of a home inside a bigger temple. “This is our demon home.”

You walked into the building as Levi closed the door and locked it behind him. You admired the tall pillars with lights on them. His kitchen was modern with the latest things in to making cooking easier. The living area had a sofa that was more like a bed with comfy fluffy blankets for snuggling. You adored the library area that had comfy leather seats. You noticed a door in the back which you assumed would lead to the bathroom. Your blush heated your cheeks when you admired the bed. Right where the altar should be was a huge bed.

Levi wrapped his arms around you and held you from behind. “Do you like it?”

You placed your hands on Levi’s. “I love it. It’s so dark and cosy. It’s very us.”

His lips danced on your neck, his voice deep and his breath hot as he spoke against your skin. “Would you like a drink? Maybe a bath?”

You nibbled your lip as nerves tingled inside you. You loved the choices, the place and Levi. You weren’t sure what you wanted. You hummed in thought. “I’m not sure.”

He released you and placed a hand on your back. He guided you to the bathroom door and opened it. Inside the bathroom was a pool bath filled with hot steamy water. There was a waterfall shower for you and a nice toilet area. “How about a drink in the bath?”

You nodded and started stripping. You placed your clothes in the changing section before walking down the steps and into the water. You dipped under the water before pushing your hair back and sighing. You smiled in delight as your body relaxed in the water. You inhaled deeply and felt your aching bones and troubles just wash away.

Levi stripped his things odd and stood before you in his human form. He placed the drinks on a floating table and moved them towards you. “Here.”

You picked up a glass and pouted a little. “Why are you not in demon form?”

He shivered causing his body to change before your eyes. “Better?”

You stared at his penis with a soft blush. “Yes.”

He walked down into the water. He picked up his drink and sat next to you. “You enjoying the bath?”

You nodded. “It’s cosy. Is there something in the water?”

“There is, it’s meant to relax you.” He placed his hand on the top of your drink. “Just to let you know, this demon drink is an aphrodisiac of sorts. Most of our drinks are like this. It’ll just make you feel good, relaxed and a bit horny.”

You hummed a laugh. “I’m happy to drink it.”

“You sure?”

You nodded and sipped your drink. “Mm, it’s like pink lemonade.”

He blushed a little. “You like it?”

“Love it.”

He moved closer to you. “It’s also to help us both relax. This is our first time as a couple, you know going all the way. I am nervous because I’m a demon and you’re a human. You’re my first human.”

You took Levi’s glass and put his and your cups on the side. You cupped his face and kissed him. “I love you for you.”

Levi’s claws massaged your waist. He pulled you against him as he deepened the kiss. His forked tongue moved with yours. He lifted you a little as he moaned against your lips. “I love you so much.”

You walked backwards and pulled Levi with you. “I want you.” You panted and shivered a little as you felt the slickness increase between your legs. “I need you.”

Levi climbed out of the water with you. He wrapped you up in a towel and dried you off. “I only want one part of you getting the bed wet.”

You giggled as Levi dried you off. “Yes, sir.”

He dried himself off. “Would you like to take a drink with you?”

You leaned over and grabbed your glass and the bottle. You walked out of the bathroom and glanced over at Levi. “Nice and warm in here.”

Levi felt himself drooling at seeing you walk around naked with confidence. He cleaned up the bathroom before racing out into the main room. He looked around the temple home before landing his gaze on you. He smiled at seeing you sitting on his bed, glass in hand with your legs tucked to the side as you sat on your thigh. He walked closer to you as he felt his hunger rising deep within him.

You downed most of your drink and hummed. “I have something for you.”

His eyes dragged all over your body. “Is it your whole body? Your pussy dripping in your sweet nectar? Your delicious breasts ready to be sucked?”

You shifted your legs and sat back on the bed. You leaned on one forearm and smirked at Levi. “How about this?” You tapped the cold rim of the glass to your chest and poured it so it ran slowly down between your breasts. “Drink up.”

Levi moaned as he watched the drink roll down your body. He dove for you as his hunger for your body overtook his actions. He flattened his tongue against your stomach just above your belly button. He dragged his forked tongue up your body as he lapped up the drink. Your skin burned at his touch, his love, his dedication to his lover which was you.

He locked eyes with you and smiled. “I think I’d like to have my drinks like this from now on.”

You pushed your fingers into his hair and saw his pupils turn to slits. You smiled softly at him as you moved your touch to his horns. You pulled him closer and captured his lips. You moaned softly as he pushed his forked tongue into your mouth. You slowly rolled over and pressed him against the bed.

You straddled your lover as a delicate smile graced your lips. “You look good under me.” You knelt up and purred. You ran your hands over your body. You gasped when you felt something very hot tap against your bum. “What’s that?” You shifted and let Levi’s fully erect demon cock tap against his abs and stomach. “Hello, handsome.”

Levi ran his hands up and down your thighs sending a tingling warmth to shoot through your aching body. “I want to taste you.”

You sat on his cock and shivered at feeling the bumps against your lips and clit. You rolled your lips as you softly panted. “Levi. You’re incredible.”

Levi sat up and wrapped his arm around you. He yanked you roughly against him. He moaned as he gazed at your breast right in his face. He opened his mouth as his tongue lapped and twirled around your nipple making it peak in arousal. He looked up at you as his other hand massaged your plump behind. He smiled against your breast as he slowly massaged closer to your vagina. He opened his wings wind before slowly wrapping them around you both.

You massaged the base of Levi’s horn as you dragged your nails over his back. You looked up and were met with darkness. Levi’s wings had shut out all light. You couldn’t see anything, only feel and hear. You closed your eyes and panted as Levi’s fingers teased and played with your opening. Your body quivered with desire as your pussy craved to be filled up with his thick throbbing member. You had a strong appetite for Levi to ruin your body.  

You shivered as Levi teased your opening, his fingers getting coated in your slickness. You whined a little and tugged at Levi’s horn. He released your breast and turned his head just a little before attacking your other breast. He smiled against you as you whimpered a little. He sank his fingers into you slowly allowing him to marvel at how wet and hot you were for him. His eyes rolled back as he pressed his fingers against your silken walls as they fluttered around his elegant claw fingers.

Levi massaged your walls as his pointed ears twitched and listened closely to your moans. He chased your most pleasure-filled moans. He looked up at you, his demon eyes glowing subtly in the darkness. He read your body and knew exactly what he needed to do to your body. He pressed his fingers and rubbed making you cry out in ecstasy. He smiled against your breast as he kept his eyes on your pleasure-drunk face. He admired how beautiful you were. You were the greatest sin in the world and he adored it.

You moved your hips against Levi’s fingers and began riding them. You felt yourself drooling as you enjoyed how he moved against you. You wrapped your arms around Levi’s head and yanked him closer against your breast. Levi grunted at your actions but didn’t protest. Levi’s eyes rolled back as he felt himself melting against you. He pumped his fingers into you a little faster as his desire to feel you cum all over his hand took over. He craved the meal that was your blissful sin.

You tossed your head back as you felt a fire surge through your veins. You gasped as you became consumed with your sinful orgasm. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your body vibrated at your nerves popping away at your body drowning release. You cried out as you gave in to the pleasure and coated your lover’s fingers in your arousal.

Levi dragged his fingers from you and smiled at your whimper at losing his touch. “What a delight you are, my love.” He raised his finger and wrapped his tongue lovingly around them. He sucked every drop of your cum off them. He pulled his fingers from his lips and moaned at you. “Always delicious.”

You panted as your thighs shook. Your legs parted as you dropped and sat on Levi’s thighs. You whined at him. “It’s not fair.”

He opened his wings so you could gaze at each other. “What isn’t, my love?”

You blushed. “How good you are with your fingers and mouth.”

He cupped your face. “Oh, my love, if you only knew the things you did to me.”

You nibbled your lip as you gazed at Levi. You pushed your hands up his chest as his pupils went wide like a cat ready to pounce. “Can I ride you?”

“Yes, my love. You can do anything you want.”

You knelt up. “I will only do things that you want.”

He massaged your hips. “Oh, trust me, my love, I want this.” He held his erection for you. “I’m all yours.”

You looked down at the slightly pointed tip. You moved your hand down and parted your slit. You gulped hard as you thought everything over. You’d never taken a dick like this before. You’d had toys that were a little different, but this was a whole new thing. It was thick, had bumps, and a pointed tip and seemed to be hot. You noticed what looked like a slight knot. You hummed before slowly sinking down on him.

Levi gasped as your wet silken walls wrapped around him. He grunted as you softly clenched him and sank down on him. He locked eyes with you as he panted in bliss. “You feel so good.”

A shiver ran up your spine and into the back of your head. You kept going until you were sat fully on your lover. You felt slightly stretched by him. You placed your hand on your pelvis as your mind tried to process what you had inside you. Every little lump on his dick was a little pop of pleasure going through you. You shifted your legs and let out a little whimper when you felt the tip of his unique cock press your cervix just right.

You panted as your pussy and body went crazy for Levi. You nipped your finger and gazed at Levi. “You’re incredible.” You moaned at Levi. “You fit me perfectly like you were made for me. How is that possible?”

He hummed a little laugh as his claws gripped your butt cheeks. He dragged you close to his body. “Because I was made to love you, please you, adore you and worship you.” He smiled against your lips. “Why do you think my bed is where the altar should be? You’re my altar now.”

You blushed. “Levi.” You rocked your hips against Levi making you both softly moan. “I love you. I love you more than anything.”

Levi cupped your neck as his other hand remained on your plump behind. He grunted as you rocked a little faster against him. “That’s it, my little sinner, use my cock to give yourself pleasure.” He purred at you. “Look at you. You’re a Goddess.” He kissed your neck and jawline as he spoke against your skin. “Take all the orgasms you want. All I need is you and your love.”

You grabbed Levi’s horns and pulled his head back. You looked down at your man and moved as fast as your hips could go. You felt every inch of his bumpy thick cock inside you moving against your hot walls. Your legs ached a little before, but the pleasure that burned in your soul drove you to keep moving. You wanted to be consumed by the demon of pleasure that was Levi. You felt so sinful being with him like this and you were sure he was getting a great meal from you, but so were you. His dick moving inside you, pressing against your walls, rubbing you in just the right way made you lose sense of the world around you. You were lost in the moment. Lost in Levi.

Levi admired you as you moved on him. He gripped you a little harder as he enjoyed the delicacy that was you. You were filling him with pure pleasure and feeding him so perfectly. He bucked up a little against you and smirked a little at your little squeak of delight. He shifted his legs and lay back. He gripped your thighs and began pumping his cock up into you causing you to cry out in ecstasy. He adored how your body reacted so perfectly to his. He couldn’t wait to fuck you senseless for eternity.

You slipped and fell against your lover’s chest. You locked eyes with Levi as you whimpered in pleasure at how his cock rammed itself in and out of your hungry pussy. You dug your nails into his pecs as you panted and shivered above Levi. You crashed your lips against Levi’s and moaned at him as his forked tongue slipped into your mouth. Levi tangled his fingers into your hair as he gave you all his love and passion.

You released Levi’s lips. “Mm, Levi. Levi, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me. Massage my cock. Take your pleasure from me.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck as you whimpered. Your walls spasmed around Levi’s dick as your felt your coil snap. You bit Levi’s neck and moaned against his skin as you let your orgasm consume every cell in your body. You bucked against Levi as your body shook in pure delight. You shivered as you felt yourself melting in delight.

Levi rubbed your back as he stopped moving his hips. He rolled over onto you and smiled down at you. He stretched his wings out and hummed at you. “So beautiful.”

You blushed a little. “Levi.”

“Did that feel good?”

You nodded shyly. “Incredible. I’ve never…it…you…” Your cheeks burned. “You were just amazing.”

Levi pushed his arms up the bed allowing him to press his body against your own. He gripped his sheets and thanked his past self for buying demon-proof sheets. He purred at you as he grinded deep into you. He’d drag his cock out of you just a bit before he’d plunge back in. He covered your neck and face with kisses so you felt you were being showered in love. He smiled against you as he moaned your name.

You panted as your locked your legs around Levi. You grabbed one of his horns as your other hand clung to part of his wing that was connected to his back. You mewled at Levi as he moved against you. His pelvis rubbed your clit which stimulated your body and pleasure more. You gripped Levi tightly and just moaned to him. You lifted your hips and little and tried to meet his actions, but he has such a command over your body. You were like a work of art and Levi was the artist.

Levi tapped his forehead against yours as he moaned your name. “You feel so good. You’re a goddess. Your pussy is so hot and addictive.” He grunted as you clenched him. “I want to always be inside you, filling you, pleasing you until the end of time.” He moved a little faster as he panted. “You’re incredible.”

You moaned. “Levi. I love you. Your cock feels so good, it’s perfect. Mm, so thick inside me.” You locked eyes with Levi. “I can’t wait for you to fill me with your seed.”

Levi smiled at you. “What a naughty sinner you are wanting a demon’s seed. Well, I won’t deny you. I’ll drown your pussy in my cum. I’ll fill your tight hole all day and night long.”

You cried out as you felt your coil wind up so tightly. “Yes. I need it.”

“Tell me, my love.” He moaned as he enjoyed your cervix kissing his tip. “Who does your pussy belong to? Have you sinned and handed it to a demon?”

You choked on a moan. “It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

He smiled at you causing his canines to show. “What a good little sinner you are. So good for your demon lover.” He gripped the bed hard, shifted his legs and began pounding his thick cock into you. He grinned as you threw your head back and screamed in pleasure. “You like that? You like my cock like this in your sinful pussy?”

You gripped his wing hard. “Yes!” You arched your back as you felt like you were floating. “Oh, Gods!”

Levi leaned closer and whispered in your ear. “I’m your god now.”

You screamed in ecstasy as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your hearing went as your vision went spotty. You felt yourself going limp against the bed as you embraced the warmth of your blissful orgasm. “Levi!”

He slowed his hips and smiled softly at you. “Look at you. You are a joy to pleasure.”

You whimpered at Levi. “I feel delirious.”

Levi knelt up and looped your legs over his arms. “Embrace it, my love.” He lifted your hips and moved you into the mating press. He spread his wings as a ripple went through his wings. “Fuck, my goddess, you are intoxicating. Look at you.” He smiled at you. “You’re meant to be bred by me.” He growled at you. “My little demon lover.”

You cupped his face and panted. “That’s right, I’m meant for you. So, give me everything you have. Pour yourself deep into me.”

He pumped his cock in and out of you, the little lumps popping in and out of you and rubbing you in all the places your body was screaming for attention. His tip was pressing against your cervix opening and begged it to open and let it take his seed. He gazed at you with pure love and devotion in his eyes. He truly loved you with his whole heart and soul. He felt blessed to be like this with you. He adored everything that was you. He smiled as your moans echoed in his temple home which was now dedicated to worshipping you.

You looked down at your opening and felt yourself blushing at the sinful act you were taking part in with great pleasure. His thick member slammed in and out of you, each lump popping out of your pussy before popping back in. You whimpered when you saw at the base of his cock a swelling beginning as his pleasure took over and his desire to cum inside you drove him. You reached down between you and Levi and began moving your fingers on your plump clit.

You shivered and mewled in delight. “Levi. Your cock is perfection. I’m addicted to it, to you.” You locked eyes with Levi and smiled as you moaned. “I love you. I love you so much.”

He panted. “Ha, ha, mm, nngh.” He shivered causing a ripple to go through his feathers. He wrapped them around you as his demon eyes shined in the dark. He moaned your name in delight. “I love you too.” His brows furrowed. “Fuck, your pussy is holy.”

You yanked Levi down and crashed your lips against Levi’s. You hummed in pleasure as you felt his knot popping in and out of you. “Levi, cum inside me.” You clenched his cock as you moved your fingers a little faster. “Please. Knot me.”

Levi growled at you and pounded harder into you. The slapping of his hips against yours echoed in the temple home along with your moans and your wet pussy. Levi thought it was all music to his ears. He could see you were flustered by all the noises surrounding you both. He pressed his lips against your own and moved his tongue with yours. He moved more passionately with you as he chased your pleasure. He wanted you to cum again before he knotted you and filled you up.

You clenched your toes as you felt your coil tighten hard. You gripped Levi’s back as you kept moving your fingers against your clit. You wiggled a little under him as your body screamed in pleasure. You shivered as Levi pumped bliss into you. You inhaled deeply through your nose and felt the snap. You moaned into Levi’s kiss as your body and pussy spasmed in pure euphoria.

Levi pressed his knot fully into you and bucked a few times before he drained himself into you. He moaned in delight as he felt his hot seed enter you and fill you. He pulled from your lip and panted. “My love.”

You moaned at feeling how hot his cum was. “Ah! Levi.”

He opened his wings. “You feel that? You feel my cum inside you?”

You nodded shyly. “There’s so much. It’s so hot too. I love it.”

He released your legs and let you lie on the bed. He lay against you and covered your face in loving kisses. “I’m glad.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair and smiled softly at him. “You’re incredible.”

He played with your hair and sighed. “How are you, my love?”

“I’m perfect.”

“Nothing hurts?”

You shook your head and felt your body melt. “I’m great. I do need a drink though.”

Levi knelt up and looked at his knot. “Give me just a bit…” He winced a moment and pulled out of you before his knot was fully gone. “Nngh, shit.”

You blushed at the pop feeling and then a gushing of something out of you. “Ah! Am I peeing?”

Levi chuckled. “No, it’s just my cum seeping out of you. I’ll clean you and get you a drink.” He kissed you and smiled. “Stay here.”

You opened your legs and waited for Levi. You smiled as he wiped you clean before clicking his fingers and making fresh sheets appear and you to be dressed. You sat up and accepted your water from him. “Thank you.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you as he placed delicate loving kisses against your head. “You’re welcome.” He traced your necklace as you drank. “We’re getting this necklace to work hard, huh?”

You giggled at his comment. “You’re right.”

He took your empty glass and placed it on the side. “There anything else I can get you?”

You shook your head as you leaned into Levi’s arms. “I don’t need anything.”

“Are you sure?”

You gazed at Levi as a soft smile spread on your lips. “I’m perfect.”

He hummed in thought. “No, this won’t do.”

You giggled as he lifted you and lay you on your stomach on the bed. “Levi, what are you doing?”

He gently massaged your aching joints and sore muscles. “You need more care.”

You let out a long sigh. “You’re too kind.”

“I just want to take care of you, that’s all.”

You stretched and clicked your joints. “You take great care of me, my love.”

He kissed your back between your shoulder blades. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Always with you.” You rolled over and faced him. “Can we just cuddle in bed now?”

He lay on his side, dragged you against him and then pulled the covers up. “I’m all yours.”

You clung to Levi and hummed. “I think I’ll be happy here with you.”

“You mean it?”

You nodded as you gazed at Levi. “I do. This house is stunning and we can make it into a home, together.”

He smiled and kissed you as he let your loving word wash over him. “Yes. It’s our home.”

You sighed as you thought about the temple. “Not long now, huh? You thought about what you’re going to say to everyone as a goodbye?”

He shrugged in thought. “Don’t know. Maybe I’ll scare the shit out of Edith. I think I might show her I’m a demon, tell her to go fuck herself and then run off with you.”

“That sounds awesome.”

He smiled. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “You have my approval.”

“Wonderful.”  

[brackenfur]

au starting from lost stars/one non canon event mentioned but i cant stop thinking abt a scene where bramblestar slips up abt thinking abt killing firestar in sunset n how squirrel would react to that. this is a very quick drabble aka its not rly thought out or edited, i jsut needed to write and get it out somewhere ! i also cant rly definitively say that everything abt bramblestars version of events/what squirrelflight knew abt the foxtrap scene is canon-accurate since its been a minute since ive read tnp + that time period is extremely muddled in terms of which author writes it and what any cat outside of bramblestar ACTUALLY knows.

anyways tysm for reading <3

"i've sacrificed everything for this relationship, for you," bramblestar snaps, eyes that were at one moment dim and exhausted from his oncoming illness now alight with anger. "you don't even know how much pressure i was under all those years ago, after we got back together and i became deputy. i was dealing with my new position, with thunderclan's mistrust, with hawkfrost telling me to-" and he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening just slightly as he realizes he let something slip.

squirrelflight blinks, deeply uncomfortable by his reaction. she knows that he and hawkfrost kept communicating after she and bramblestar got back together, and she knows to this day that hawkfrost never had good intentions - but there is something about the way bramblestar looks away from her, how his fur prickles along his spine, that makes her think there's more to this story.

"hawkfrost telling you to what?" she tries to keep up her bravado and confrontational tone so he doesn't detect how disturbed she's becoming, but her voice wavers. "what are you talking about?"

"nothing," he says too quickly, shaking his head. "it doesn't matter. i'm tired, squirrelflight; this leafbare is the worst i've seen, and i'm not feeling my best, either. you know that - i've been so sick, and-"

"yes, you are sick, and i've told you to rest," she reminds him, cutting him off. "and i'm sorry about that, but what are you talking about with hawkfrost?"

"i said it was nothing."

"it doesn't look like it was nothing."

bramblestar sets his jaw, shaking his head. "you know how he was. i was just going to say that he was just trying to pressure me to stop talking to you, that's it."

it doesn't feel like that was it. she has no love for hawkfrost and doesn't particularly care that he didn't like her much either - but bramblestar wouldn't be so upset and secretive about something that trivial. there's more.

"you're not telling me something," she says finally. "i know you - or, i mean, i think i know you. you're hiding something from me about hawkfrost, and i swear to starclan - we just had a conversation the other night about being truthful."

"i've always been truthful."

"it seems like you're not right now, though. i've laid out all of my secrets and told you every bad thing i've done - i've let the whole forest know my demons. not by choice, but what's done is done. there's something you're not telling me about hawkfrost - and don't tell me he didn't like me, we all know that. what was he telling you to do?"

he twitches his whiskers. "squirrelflight, you need to drop it."

this just makes her more angry. "i've told you everything i've done and you're always going on about how we need to stay truthful to each other to make this work - whatever it is, i'll listen to you about it. i know how hawkfrost was - did he want you to take over the forest, or something? i know he talked to mudclaw about things like that; he wasn't subtle about his plans to be tigerstar junior."

bramblestar looks deeply uncomfortable. "i didn't do what he wanted me to do, you know i didn't," he finally says after what seems like an hour; she blinks, unsure of what he's talking about.

"what do you mean? like...yeah, you didn't take over-"

"he wanted me to become thunderclan's leader. that's it. now, please, just drop it."

she frowns. she kind of expected that, but there's....a deep shame in his eyes, and she thinks there's an element to this story he's not saying. he's being evasive and private, and her heart begins to beat harder when she really, really thinks back on all those years ago.

a memory surfaces, one that she always thought about with pain and yet an underlying feeling of pride - for brambleclaw, for her mate, for saving her father....

it hits her then. she always thought that the foxtrap was brambleclaw's moment of undying loyalty to her father - stumbling upon hawkfrost about to kill firestar, and immediately jumping to his defense. that's always how he told it, anyways; he knew what hawkfrost wanted to do, and put an end to it.

but there were always these underlying moments that she couldn't quite place over the years - some type of underlying shame and embarrassment that she just chalked up to grief for his brother.

they look at each other, and she tries to keep calm. "when you found my father in the foxtrap," she says slowly. "did you think about letting hawkfrost kill him?"

bramblestar's beat of silence is all she needed to know; he immediately tries recovering it, though.

"squirrelflight, i would've never done that- hawkfrost and tigerstar were-"

"tigerstar? what does your father have to do with this?"

bramblestar is very quiet; she thinks that the world around them is completely silent as they stand in the middle of a snowy clearing. the cold usually heightens the sounds in the air, but in this moment all squirrelflight can hear is the thudding of her own heart.

bramblestar seems like he's trying to piece his thoughts together carefully; she forces herself to wait until he finally says: "i was never going to do it," he says, voice tight with emotion. "squirrelflight, i loved your father - you know that." she can barely hear him anymore as she finally grasps what exactly he's telling her. "my father and my brother- you've heard about how they are from lionblaze and ivypool and the others that went to the dark forest, how could i have- they were my family once, i thought that maybe-"

so that was his big secret, the one that he never meant for her to uncover. everything makes a little more sense now; the guilt and shame in bramblestar's eyes for those first seasons after hawkfrost's death whenever he'd look at firestar, the overcompensation bramblestar tried to preform as deputy. it wasn't because he felt like he allowed his brother to cause harm to firestar before saving him, it was-

"hawkfrost told you to kill firestar," she says softly, looking up at her mate. "but that- if it was just that, you would have told me, not lead me to believe that hawkfrost was the one who wanted to do it all along," she feels herself shaking as the shame begins to come back into bramblestar's expression. "you thought about, didn't you? about killing my father so you could become leader?"

bramblestar gives one moment of hesitation, and she shakes her head.

"i'm going to be sick," she says quickly, stepping away from him.

"i didn't hurt him. it wasn't-"

"this whole time, you've shamed me and made me feel like the worst cat that's been born because i kept a secret for my sister," she almost spits, her fur raising. "i don't know if i was morally right or wrong, i don't know what anyone else would do in my paws during that time - but you made me feel like i was worthless for a year because i protected leafpool, and now i finally get to know that you not only met up frequently with tigerstar but that you actually- you thought about killing my father. you thought about hurting firestar just so you could become leader."

ashfur's jibe all those years ago suddenly makes more sense - after the fire, the way he bumped into her with his shoulder and sneered you don't really even know your own mate, do you?

who knew that even after all this time after his death, ashfur still got the last laugh.

[patt-writes-stuff]

Violetgrass (Xiao x f!reader)

Pairing: Yan!Xiao x f!reader

Word count: 6.7K+

Warnings: not the most canon complaint cuz the timeline for the archon War is a little blurry? Angst with no happy ending, major and repeated character death, semi-detailed descriptions of blood, injuries, and violence. Unhealthy and toxic relationships, yandere themes, mentions of stalking, controlling behavior, mentions of kid-napping, forced captivity. Unhealthy mindsets and generally xiao’s kinda slowly losing his sanity. Some delusions. Allusions of starvation/dehydration (it’s like one sentence). Pleas do not read this if any of the previously mentioned topics trigger you in any way.

Genre: Angst and Yandere

Tags/Aus: Mythology Au, Reincarnation Au

Summary: You and Xiao were lovers during the Archon War. You were his paradise, his bliss, and, unfortunately, a fragile mortal who was taken away far too soon. However Celestina was kind enough, or perhaps cruel enough, to bring you back to Xiao, only to rip you out of his loving embrace once more. This happens again and again, each time far more painfully than the last. Even an Adeptus such as Xiao can only take so much before he snaps though. This time, he’s gonna make sure that no one, not even you, can take his bliss away.

A/N: This is my piece for the Attack on Academia Mythology Au Collab!! Be sure to check the rest of them, they’re all super awesome and made by amazing writers!

You’ve heard the myth about the Vigilant Yaksha and the violetgrass maiden, haven’t you?

It’s said that the two are eternally intertwined, destined to love each other, only to be ripped apart by both her mortality and the cruelty of the gods. The tale itself goes like this…

The first time the Adeptus and his mortal lover met was back when the Archon War was still roaring. The smell of blood and misery filled the air and Rex Lapis had yet to claim his title as the Geo Archon. Despite this, some managed to find joy and serenity in these troubling periods.

The maiden was one of those people. She found joy in frolicking through the fields and climbing the highest mountains to collect qingxin flowers and, her personal favorite, violetgrass, whenever she had the time. Though climbing up the steep mountains and jagged peaks of Liyue was indeed dangerous, the damsel had become quite skilled at climbing, her hold rarely ever slipping, no falls or cuts of any sort.

Until one day, the maiden was climbing up a particular mountain. It was a troublesome one, for there were no proper footholds or protruding stones to grab on to. Still, the pretty violetgrass that was just a foot or two away from her, swaying gently with the wind, was far too tempting to not collect. It would look so lovely in a flower crown, or maybe a vase, perhaps she could flatten it out to make a bookmark or-

A piercing shriek escaped the mortal. Whilst her thoughts had been elsewhere, she’d stopped on a small ledge that was far too fragile to support her weight, the rock beneath the maiden gave away to nothing before she could react.

She shut their eyes tightly, bracing herself for an impact that would surely leave her battered and bruised, if not dead.

However, it never came.

Instead, she was caught mid-air by a pair of strong arms that secured their hold under the mortal woman’s knees and neck. She didn’t open her eyes right away, for fear that she would still fall, choosing instead to catch their breath. Once her savior landed safely on the ground, something she was able to detect due to the thud of shoes against the earth, she slowly opened her eyes.

Upon opening them, her eyes met with the piercing amber eyes of a young man with dark hair (the color of the ocean at night, she thought dreamily) with pretty teal bangs framing his even prettier face. His brows were furrowed slightly, thin lips twisted into what seemed to be a permanent frown. In her still dazed state, she couldn’t help but think that he was far too handsome to look so dreadfully serious.

After an intense moment of eye contact, perhaps too intense for two strangers that had met only seconds prior, he let her go in a rather unceremonious manner, causing her to squawk in surprise, knees buckling under the unexpected weight. She had not yet had a chance to gather her bearings after such a terrifying event.

Instead of asking if she was alright, the young man simply said, in a rather crude and callous manner, “You should be more careful, mortal. If I hadn’t been there to catch you, you would’ve surely broken your neck.”

She gawked at him. Mortal? Why would he refer to her in such an… odd way?

The maiden looked at him up and down, as if trying to understand just what was wrong with this poor man. Suddenly, it struck her. She’d been an absolute idiot to not have noticed sooner. From the tattoo that adorned his right arm to the way he held himself, it had been so obvious.

Her savior was an Adeptus.

He wasn’t just an Adeptus, no. He was much more than that. He was one of the Adepti who served under Rex Lapis. He was one of the five Yakshas who kept her and the people of Liyue safe if the mask tied to his belt was any indication. And instead of killing demons or evil gods, he’d taken the time to save her.

Before she could muster an adequate thank you, he, who she’d now realized was Adeptus Xiao, was already leaving, uttering a quick “Please be careful,” on his way.

Quickly, and without really thinking, she grabbed onto his wrist, blabbering out the words, “Wait, don’t go! You must allow me to repay you for your generous actions!”

The amber-eyed Adeptus opened his mouth, ready to declare that it was unnecessary, but before he could, the damsel spoke up, “I could cook you something in return. How about almond tofu?” with a small giggle she added, “I assure you it’s sweeter than those dreams you eat.”

To both of their surprises, Xiao uttered a quiet, almost shy, “Yes.”

The Adeptus didn’t know what had come over him. All he knew is that there was something about the way her eyes sparkled and her lips moved, her soothing, melodious voice. It made his heart pound in a way it never had before.

And so, she cooked him some almond tofu, and they- well, she- talked as he ate the mouthwatering sweet.

He came back the day after that one and the one after that, followed on by the one after that, and so on. Xiao hadn’t meant to, really he hadn’t. But there was something about the maiden that just brought him a peace he had never experienced before. Her warm embrace and soft, gentle words were all he needed to keep fighting, to keep living, even. She was his paradise, his bliss. It wasn’t long until they were mutually infatuated with one another, deeply in love.

Every time he would visit her home, he would always bring her the flowers she so adored. Glaze lilies, silk flowers, and of course, violetgrass. Xiao had even gifted her a small broach, one made of the finest noctilucous jade, shaped like the downturned purple flower.

Unfortunately, everything is temporary for those punished with immortality.

The first time Xiao lost his maiden was, as he remembers, a rainy day. Despite the dreary weather, she had decided to go violetgrass picking since they’re always best picked after the rain.

But, dear Archons, what a dreadful idea that had been.

While the purple flower is indeed best picked after it rains, it is also the time when rocks are most… slippery.

So, as the maiden was climbing up the steep mountains of Juyen Karst, her right hand’s hold on the rock slipped, causing her palm to be cut open by a particularly jagged piece of stone. She hissed in, watching as blood began to ooze out. Panic started to seep in, there was no ledge for her to tend to her wound, and the cut was far too big for her to continue to climb up or down.

Dread began to fill her to her very core, she felt burning hot with unchecked anxiety, fear begging to settle into her gut in the most uncomfortable of manners. She should have waited for Xiao as he had asked of her. Ever since they had first met, a year ago to the day, he’d been so adamant on wanting to go with her to ensure her safety. She’d only wanted to surprise him with some when he returned home. The maiden was so sure it would’ve been a romantic anniversary gift, seeing as they were the cause of their meeting…

She’d been such a fool.

The violetgrass maiden attempted to climb down but Celestia seemed to laugh at her feeble attempts. She stretched her leg, trying to find the foothold she had used previously. However, her foot slipped and before she knew it, she was falling, just as she had been a year ago.

Horror filled her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe, her life flashed before her eyes, and then suddenly she remembered some words her lover had uttered to her one night under the glow of the moonlight when it was but the two of them in each other’s arms:

“If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name, Adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call.”

And so she called, at the top of her lungs, as loud as she could muster. The seconds seemed to turn to hours as she shut her eyes and waited to feel the strong arms of her lover, to hear the safety of his heartbeat.

But it never came.

Or rather, it came too late.

By the time Xiao had finished up the demonic creatures that threatening Liyue, by the time he’d answered her call, he was already too late.

Upon manifesting in the air out of nothing, he was greeted by the side of his love’s pitiful, mortal body. Her garments were bloody, the basket she carried her flowers in laid a few feet away from her body,her neck bent in a painfully awkward way.

Xiao felt so helpless. He was so helpless.

He could do no more than hold back the tears stinging his eyes and attempting to shake her awake.

The second time Xiao met the maiden was no more than a century after the first time. The Archon War was not yet over and sickness plagued every nook and cranny, taking the lives of hundreds upon thousands.

The two star-crossed lovers were reunited one clear summer night when the maiden was wandering aimlessly through the fields of Lingju Pass. She knew it was dangerous during these times, especially with how ill she had been feeling as of late. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She’d already spent hours tossing and turning in her bed. Sleep, however, refused to come. Instead, she felt the overwhelming urge to leave the safety of her bed and go there. It was as if someone had tied a rope around her waist and was tugging at it persistently, insisting she follows.

And so she followed.

Upon reaching a clearing, she froze. In front of her very eyes was a sitting Stonehide Lawachurl, the type even the fiercest warriors in your village struggled with. The maiden quickly started backing away, praying to the Lord of Geo that it wouldn’t sense her presence. Her prayers were in vain, however, for as soon as the thought escaped her, she stepped on a twig, making it snap and effectively alerting the fearsome monster of her presence.

She shook in terror as parts of the Lawachurl’s rocky exterior began to glow with geo elemental energy. She hadn’t expected anything of the sort to happen so she hadn’t brought her sword, meaning she couldn’t exactly fight it, definitely not without a vision at least. Running wasn’t much of an option considering her body’s weak and ill state. She could try to outrun it, sure, but it wouldn’t be long before she was driven to a coughing fit because of it.

Before life had a chance to flash before her eyes, a masked young man appeared. Distantly, she recognized him as one of the adepti and watched him easily defeat the Stonehide Lawachurl with a series of short, consecutive plunges. She couldn’t help but watch him, mouth agape in an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. The Adeptus didn’t even need a claymore to break through the creature’s thick, hard exterior. As bad as she felt for not assisting him, she knew she weren’t exactly in any position to lend a hand. Not that she needed to, though, for soon enough the monster crumbled into nothing but red and black smoke.

After a second of panting over the remains of what was left of the creature, polearm in hand, Xiao turned to her and felt his blood run cold.

It was her.

How could it be her? She had died long ago. He knew she had, he’d cradled her cold body as tears streamed down his face. He’d taken her lifeless body back to her family. He’d left flowers at her grave.

This had to be some sort of sick joke, he thought, perhaps the karmic debt was finally getting to him, just like it had his fellow Yakshas.

Suddenly, his amber eyes zeroed in on a broach she had pinned to her dress. A Violetgrass broach, to be exact. Made of noctilucous jade, just like the one he had given her. The one he’d made for her with his own hands. There was no denying it was the very one. Only, how could that be? He had ensured it had been buried with you…

But it was an indisputable fact. That broach was the one he had made for his love and the woman before him was her. It was her from her wide eyes, fixated on him with the same wonder they had always had when they looked at him. Her hair was the same color and texture, and it framed her face in the same way. It was her.

The beginnings of tears stung at his eyes. Perhaps Celestia had brought you back? Perhaps they’d finally realized, just as he had always known, that her death was cruel and unfair. That it wasn’t meant to be. That she was meant to be in his arms, happy and safe.

“Uhm- excuse me, Adeptus Xiao, are you alright?” She inquired worriedly, eyes solely on him, filled to the brim with concern.

‘Oh Archons’, he couldn’t help but think distantly, ‘I’ve missed her voice.’

Instead of running up to her and crushing him in his loving embrace, he stayed where he was, took off his mask, nodded briskly, swallowing as if to avoid the tightness in his throat. She didn’t seem to remember him yet, so there was no use in frightening her.

Before he could muster up the courage to speak to her, his love began to cough furiously, though she attempted to cover it up. She didn’t want to be rude to her savior, after all.

“Ha, pardon me, sir, I’ve just been feeling a bit under the weather is all,” she told him feebly.

He nodded brusquely, before uttering, “I shall return you home safely.”

“Oh no, I assure you, you’ve done more than enough for me. I can’t ask that of you,” she fumbled hurriedly, though his words were more of a statement than a question.

Xiao had never been one for unnecessary- or at least what he thought were unnecessary- words, so instead of saying anything, the Adeptus simply grabbed her by the waist and teleported you home, after asking where home was, of course.

The next day, the Yaksha visited the maiden’s home, a bushel of violetgrass flowers in hand. She’d been understandably surprised, yet thrilled that the dark-haired man was visiting her. She hadn’t expected someone as busy as him to make time for a regular person such as herself, especially not during these times.

“These are my favorite flowers, y’know? They’re just so beautiful,” the maiden exclaimed gleefully.

He did know. That had been one of the reasons he had brought them to her. The second reason was because of what happened last time, in her previous life, he supposed. Celestia had been kind enough to gift him a second chance with his love, and he was going to ensure that it did not go to waste.

And so, every day he would visit her. Some days he would bring silk flowers, or glaze lilies, while other days he would bring her loach pearls and core lapis. Not a day went by where he would not appear in front of the damsel’s house, a gift in hand, ready to hear her ramble about whatever that beautiful brain of hers desired to prattle on about.

“You’re simply too generous Xiao,” she’d told him playfully while she laid in her bed, as she was still unwell, the Adeptus seated in a plush chair next to it. “There has to be something I can give you in return for everything. I won’t take no for an answer.”

He thought for a moment, before asking, tentatively, “Do you know how to make almond tofu?”

He’d never forget her dazzling smile that day, as she shakily got out of her bed, latching onto the support he offered while she gathered her bearings, and marched to her kitchen, enthusiastically preparing the sweet treat as she talked about a book she’d been reading, one that’d been gifted to her by a friend, titled Moonlit Bamboo Forest.

The lovers did this every day for months. Xiao brought her some medicinal tea that Rex Lapis himself said could cure her ailments. They did indeed begin to see improvement in her health and Xiao couldn’t help but feel immense relief. This time, he wouldn’t lose her for certain.

Until the plagues reached her village.

She’d been one of the first to catch it since the village doctor came to check on her so often, he’d spread it to her. The plague, coupled with her previous illness, weakened her body in a manner of days. One day, Xiao went to get some medicine his fellow adepti had guaranteed would help the maiden feel better.

When he returned later that day, however, he found her body in the bed, cold and without a pulse, the stench of death and sickness thick in the air.

That was the second time he had lost her.

The third time the star-crossed lovers met was long after the archon war. Liyue was now its own nation with its own name, the great center of wealth and commerce. The Yakshas were now a thing of the past, having succumbed to their karmic debt. Eventually, they all fell in one way or another.

All but Xiao, who remained a constant throughout it all.

Over the past decade or so, Xiao had taken to staying at the Wangshu Inn when he wasn’t slaying monsters. The people were nice enough, though he had long given up on attempting to form emotional connections with others. It would only lead to grief, just like it had when he’d lost his love or his fellow Yakshas, and there was only so much grief anyone, mortal or not, could take before their thread of sanity snapped in half. And with his Karmic Debt being as bad as it was…

As Xiao sat at the edge of the balcony of the Wangshu Inn, legs dangling below, he couldn’t help but think of her, his maiden. He wondered if, perhaps, Celestia would give him a third chance and bring her back to him. Honestly, the Adeptus wasn’t sure he wanted a third chance with her. While he did miss the sound of her heartbeat and the sweet words she’d utter to him and only him, he doubted he could bear the pain of having her ripped away from him once again.

It’s as if Celestia was taunting Xiao. As if the Archons above were bored and found some sick amusement in his pain as if his emotions were nothing but a game to them. What other explanations were there for what happened next?

“Um- excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?” An angelic voice he knew far too well, missed far too much, spoke.

Xiao looked up and lo and behold, it was her. Same hair, same eyes, same violetgrass broach.

She stood behind him clutching a plate of something, though the angle wouldn’t allow him to make up what it was. Her face adorned that same anxious smile of hers and he could feel himself falling in love with the maiden all over again. He knew he should say no. He shouldn’t allow her back in, not when he’s already lost her so many times before, not when they’d both suffered so much just by being together.

He nodded before looking away.

He shouldn’t but he would.

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding on your quiet time,” she said softly once she had settled beside him. When he made no indication of answering, she continued, “To be honest, you just seemed so… sad, melancholic even. Something about it, even if I don’t really know you, doesn’t sit right with me. It makes my heart feel heavy.”

The violetgrass maiden received no response, except for a soft grunt of acknowledgment, so small she wasn’t sure she hadn’t imagined it. Still, it was all she needed to perk up and stretch her arms out, offering him the plate she’d been holding.

“Here, I got this for you,” she told him, “word around the streets is you’ve got quite an appetite for it! Though this is my first time staying at the Inn, so I’m not sure if it’s any good here.”

Xiao looked at her, amber eyes filled with love. He was glad to know that, despite living through many lives now, she was still the girl he’d met back then, as sweet as he’d remembered her, just as caring.

He shouldn’t have but he took the plate from her hands and began to eat.

Instead of saying anything, she simply watched him as he ate, a silly little smile making its way to her face. The look on his lady’s face had him growing hot and turning beet red

“So,” he coughed out, embarrassed, “where’d you get a broach like that?”

“Oh, this one?” She inquired, pointing at the shiny violetgrass broach, “I found it lying on the ground one day when I was out picking lotus heads for dinner. I asked just about everyone in Liyue Harbor if it was theirs, but no luck. I eventually decided to just keep it for myself. It is a shame though, whoever lost it must truly be upset over losing such a beautiful piece of jewelry. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

He nodded along, thinking that, well, the broach actually was with its owner.

“It’s as if it were fate though,” she prattled on happily, watching the stars as she talked, “Violeygrass is my very favorite, always has been really. Though, I’ve always been too scared to climb up for them myself. You see, ever since I was little, I’ve had this recurring nightmare where I fell to my death while collecting some.”

The Adeptus stilled for a second, tense. She hadn’t ever brought up dreams about her past life. Maybe this time was different, maybe she’d remember what he did!

“Oh my Archons,” she exclaimed, face warm with embarrassment, scratching the back of her head sheepishly, “I’ve been going on and on! I’m so sorry, something about you feels so familiar. It makes me feel like I can tell you just about everything. Is that weird?”

His heart was racing like it hadn’t in years, decades even.

“You can tell me whatever you want,” he answered shortly, “I don’t mind listening. You have a nice voice.”

The maiden covered her hands with her face, flustered, and Xiao let out a rare smile, soft and gentle. This time would be different. He’d make sure of it.

After that day, the maiden began to visit the Wangshu Inn often, whenever she could spare time away from her job. Unbeknownst to her, however, Xiao followed at a distance when she wasn’t visiting him, to ensure her safety. He knew it wasn’t right, truly, but he had no other choice. He had to, or else he’d risk losing her to an accident such as last time, fall ill again, attacked by monsters or, Celestia forbid, be kidnapped by a group of treasure hoarders.

He’d have to get rid of any and all threats.

So, Xiao continued to follow his maiden from a distance, he made sure she was in tip-top shape, and ruthlessly slaughtering all enemies that he deemed a threat to her, until he was certain nothing would take her away from him again.

Except for one threat. Himself.

The third time he’d lost her was on a beautiful night, not that Xiao could remember it well. His love had insisted on the two of them taking a walk. She’d reasoned that the cool night air would help him regain control. His karmic debt had been weighing on him an awful lot recently and she simply couldn’t bear to see him in such excruciating pain.

The walk had started off rather pleasantly, as far as Xiao could remember. He could remember nudging his hand against hers, wanting to hold it but being far too shy to do so. With a laugh and a teasing remark, the maiden interlaced their fingers, bringing up their hands to place a gentle kiss on his, making the tips of his ears redden in bashfulness. They’d walked a little further until they encountered a group of hilichurls accompanied by a pyro abyss mage. Without skipping a beat, Xiao stepped in front of his lover, polearm appearing in his hand.

And then…

Everything went dark. Xiao’s mind was nothing but a void, pain exploded in every inch of his body as his karmic debt returned in full force to punish him for the slaughtering he’d committed.

When he came to, his mind was hazy, unsure of what had occurred. The Yaksha sat up, ignoring the way his muscles protested against it, and looked around, trying to make sense of what had happened and where he was.

Xiao froze when his eyes locked onto her pitiful body laying a few feet ahead of him in the grass surrounded by arrowheads and broken hilichurl masks, blood turning ice-cold. If he ignored the gashes across her body, the ones that were unmistakably made by the bloody spear he was clutching and not some hilichurl club or bow and arrow, and the blood that stained her pretty garments, he could almost fool himself into thinking she was asleep.

This had been his doing.

After a few beats of stunned silence, the dark-haired Adeptus lurched forward grabbing onto her cold body and shaking ruthlessly, calling out her name frantically, as if it would make his love wake up, make her cradle his face lovingly and ask why he’d been crying.

Xiao looked up onto the sky scornfully, looking up at Celestia with nothing short of pure, unadulterated loathing. He was willing to bet they were all mocking him right now, laughing at how weak and pathetic he was, at how time after time, he’d failed to love her enough, to keep her alive. They did this on purpose he was sure of it, those bastards. Well, if they could play dirty like this, so could he. He’d get her back, he’d keep her alive by his side.

And just like that, Xiao’s thread of sanity snapped.

“You can’t take her away from me anymore,” he spoke to the sky nonsensically, “I won’t let you. I don’t care what I have to do, who I have to kill, you won’t take my bliss away from me again.”

“That story was quite depressing,” Chongyun stated, ceasing his footsteps to look to his friend, Xingqiu.

“Ah yes, it is indeed, my liege,” the navy blue-haired gentleman agreed, “However, I’m glad this book included the whole myth, instead of making me wait for the next volume like the last one.”

The light blue-haired boy rolled his eyes before saying, “As much as I appreciated you reading the book aloud, I don’t see how this aids us in our search for (Y/N).”

The reason the boys had been searching across all of Liyue, was because their aforementioned friend had mysteriously gone missing. Everything had been as it normally was until one day, (Y/N) didn’t show up at her job in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, something that was incredibly unusual of her, especially without a warning to her boss or coworkers. This led Hu Tao, with the insistence of Zhongli, to ask Chongyun and Xingqiu, two of (Y/N)’s friends, for help in the search for her. They had also contacted the milelith, but they had told them that she’d not been missing for long enough to warrant a search party. The two had, of course, been quick to help, though Xingqiu had been rather enraptured in a book of Liyue Myths, simply insisting he’d have to take it with him so he could read while he searched for her.

“But my liege,” Xingqiu exclaimed playfully, golden eyes shining with mirth, “this story is of utmost importance in our search for our beloved friend. Why, for all we know, (Y/N) might’ve been kidnapped by the Vigilant Yaksha himself! She has always had a habit of climbing mountains to pick violetgrass like the maiden in the book”

“Do not be so ridiculous,” Chongyun said, rolling his eyes, “I doubt an Adeptus such as himself would ever commit such an atrocity of that degree against a citizen of Liyue. Besides, that myth is incredibly old and there’s very little evidence that proves its validity. It’s more likely that (Y/N) was taken by a demon. That is why I asked you to accompany me to Wuwang Hill.”

“I was simply joking Chongyun,” he said with a laugh before turning solemn, “However, regretfully I feel as though it is time for the two of us to return to Liyue Harbor for the day. You’ve just about run out of popsicles and with this heat, I have no doubt you’ll overheat if we keep going.”

“I’m afraid you’re right,” The blue-eyed boy admitted. “I hope (Y/N) is alright wherever she is.”

“I do as well,” Xingqiu agreed, “Perhaps Hu Tao and Zhongli have had more luck.”

Chongyun nodded, “Xiangling also said she’d ask her customers if they’d seen her.”

With that, the two boys made their way back to Lihue Harbor, oblivious to just how true Xingqiu’s joke had been.

Xiao sighed as he climbed up the stairs of Wangshu Inn up to his room. Of course, he did not need sleep, it was a mortal need in and of itself, or a room for that matter but Verr Goldet had insisted that he should have his own space, somewhere he could rest after long days of slaughtering demons such as this one.

The Adeptus turned the door handle, opening the door of an empty, pristine room. While the room had all of the furniture the other Inn rooms had, it still felt unnervingly empty, without any clothes or trinkets laying around. The only personal object of Xiao’s in the room was an orange teapot that rested on the nightstand.

Quickly, Xiao opened the tea pot’s lid, and within seconds he was standing in front of a Liyue style mansion, surrounded by mountains that he crafted to look like the ones from when the two of you had met all those centuries ago. Eager to see you, Xiao ignored Tubby’s greetings and opened the front door, making quick work of taking off his shoes before climbing the stairs to the second floor, where your room was.

He opened the door to find you sat atop your bed, alert and glaring at him fiercely. The Adeptus rolled his amber eyes, it seemed you were still trying to act out and be defiant. Looking around your room, mostly to make sure you hadn’t tried to smash the windows with the desk chair like last time (you seemed to not comprehend the fact that there was no escaping the serenetea pot, since it was a world Xiao himself had created), his eyes settled on the plate of bamboo shoot soup he’d left for you this morning, along with a still filled to the brim cup of water. He narrowed his eyes at that. It simply wouldn’t do. You’d been here for about a week now and you still refused to eat or drink anything he brought you, except for a few nibbles and sips he’d managed to threaten coax out of you. Xiao, admittedly, didn’t know very much about humans, but he did know they needed to eat and drink to stay alive. He’d learned that the hard way on his last few tries.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Xiao inquired before adding, “If you don’t like this food you should come out and say it. I can ask Smiley Yanxiao for something that suits your taste more.”

You let out a poorly suppressed scoff. This nut-job didn’t seem to get that out of all the things wrong in this situation, the last thing you were concerned about was the food. Dear Archons, just what is wrong with this man? First, he had the gall of taking you captive one evening when you were going home from work and now he had the audacity to expect you to act like a complacent little toy and go along with this insanity?

And to think that when you’d first met him whilst accompanying the Traveler and Paimon, who had been commissioned by Director Hu Tao to gather some cor lapis for a client’s ceremony, you’d been absolutely smitten with the awkward and stoic Adeptus. Everything from his pretty black hair to his captivating bright eyes had your knees weak. So much so that you’d ignored all of the red flags, like how he’d stare at you in such an intense manner, with eyes fixated on you and only you, how he seemed to distrust Aether, a trusted friend of his, when it came to him accompanying you, or how as soon as you’d met you had the horrible sensation of being watched at all times of the day. Just thinking back to all the warning signs you’d missed made your skin crawl. Perhaps if you hadn’t been such a lovesick idiot you’d be at home right now or eating dinner with Chongyun and Xingqiu, trying out one of Xianglings crazy concoctions containing slime condensate or whopper flower nectar.

Instead, you were trapped in an artificial world, in a room that looked horrifyingly similar to your own back home.

You were snapped out of your reverie by Xiao moving closer to your bed.

“Let me go home,” you said, hating how your voice cracked at the end. You felt so pathetic, you always prided yourself on being a headstrong independent person, and here you were, cowering at his closeness and avoiding all eye contact, as if looking at his pain filled eyes would ruin you.

“You are home,” he retorted, his voice bordering on delusion, “This is your home. This is where you're safe. Where you stay alive and I get to keep you forever.”

Xiao stretched out his arm, as if to cradle your cheek in his hand but before he got to you flinched away, backing away from him as far as you could, back hitting the headboard. You looked away, trying to ignore how guilty the pain that flashed through his eyes made you feel. You shouldn’t be the one feeling guilty.  He should be. He’s the one that stole you away from your home. He’s the one that ruined your life.

You look down at the violetgrass broach clasped onto your blouse in nothing short of complete and utter loathing. You’d been so captivated by it when you’d first found it at the antique shop while window shopping with Mr. Zhongli.

It had been exactly six months since you’d moved away from your home in the sleepy Qingce Village in exchange for a job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and a quaint apparently in the bustling city of Liyue Harbor. To celebrate, your coworker (and the person you had been shadowing in order to learn the ropes of the funeral business) Mr. Zhongli had insisted on going to Third-Round Knockout for some dinner. You’d been a bit hesitant at first, mostly because you knew well of the elegant gentleman’s habit of forgetting his wallet, but you enjoyed hearing his stories far too much to say no. Something about his retellings of stories about the Adepti just enraptured you.

Afterward, the two of you had decided to walk around the city and look at the displays in shops, since you had decided that your hard work warranted splurging a little as a reward of sorts. You had of course asked Mr. Zhongli to join you since he had such exquisite taste and an eye for the authentic, you valued his opinion greatly.

That’s how the two of you ended up at Xigu Antiques, browsing the display case. All of a sudden, your eyes zeroed in on a broach that resembles a little violetgrass plant, its downturned leaves made up of what you could only guess was noctilucous jade. It was, for lack of a better word, stunning.

“Mr. Zhongli,” you exclaimed, tugging at his sleeve to call his attention away from a porcelain teapot with gold little geo symbols as decoration, “what do you think of this one? It’s quite beautiful isn’t it?”

The dark-haired man looked at the broach you were pointing at before going tense, a small gasp escaping him as his beautiful amber eyes widened slightly. You looked at him in concern, you’d never seen the man come this close to losing his composure.

“Oh,” he said, clearing his throat, “is this the one you’re thinking of purchasing? I’d advise against it. Even by just a mere glance, I can tell it is not made of real noctilucous jade.”

Strangely, you felt as though he wasn’t being truthful with you.

“Well, that’s alright. I don’t really care about the authenticity and it’s pretty cheap. If it is a fake, I don’t really have much to lose. Plus, I’ve always loved violetgrass. This broach could be like a little homage to that!” You answered, letting out a little giggle.

“You’ve heard of the Vigilant Yaksha and the violetgrass maiden, am I correct?” He asked.

“Oh, yes I have! My Gran used to tell it to me and the rest of the village children back when I was young. It always made me so sad, how they can never be together. It was pretty silly now that I think about it, but I would bawl my eyes out every time. The rest of the kids would tease me a bit but I just couldn’t control it,” you reminisced.

“I- well, yes in any case, they say that anyone who possesses that broach will be cursed to meet the same fate,” Zhongli added, trying his best to dissuade you from buying the old broach, dread creeping into his stomach as he thought of what might happen to you- to the both of you.

“Of course you’d believe old supersticiones, Mr. Zhongli,” you said, letting out a lighthearted laugh that could make any heart, even one of stone, melt, “it’s very on brand! However, I’m sure there’s no need to be worried, after all, it’s nothing but an old myth! And even if it is real, you yourself said that it’s not made of the real stuff.”

Before Zhongli could figure a way to change the unchangeable, you had already purchased the broach. As you kept on leading the funeral consultant around the streets of Liyue Harbor, bag in hand, prattling on about anything and everything, he couldn’t help but feel his heart sink. A single thought, the same one you would later have, crossed his mind.

If only you hadn’t bought that goddamned broach.

In a fit of anger and desperation, you ripped the detested broach off of your shirt, throwing it at Xiao. You hoped it would somehow break into millions of tiny pieces.

After a beat of silence, Xiao spoke, “Eat.”

“No,” you yelled, before breaking down into a fit of angry sob, “I hate you!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Xiao lurched forward so close your noses were almost touching, and for a second you think he’s gonna hit you but instead, he simply rests his forehead on yours and closes his eyes. When he pulls away, your sobs have waned into hiccups. Without saying so much as a word Xiao clasps the violetgrass broach onto your shirt, where it belongs.

“Eat,” is all he says, placing the now lukewarm soup into your hands.

Scared, tired, and sad, you do as he said, taking small sips of the admittedly tasty dish. He does nothing more than stare at her with those intense amber eyes of his for a few minutes before turning around and heading towards the door.

Before he leaves he turns his head back to look at her and says, “I don’t care if you don’t like me. Hate me for all I care. As long as you stay alive I don’t care.”

[earnestly-endlessly]

Hi, how are you? Your blog is amazing and your recommendations have already allowed me to read wonderful stories, so thank you so much! I wonder if you could suggest me any cherik fics of them as detectives? I remember reading one a long time ago, but unfortunately I don't know the name and even less the synopsis. Thank you in advance for your help.

Thank you so much @remember5novemberv for your kind words. I'm so sorry this took me so long but I hope you enjoy this list. There are some excellent detective AUs in this fandom so you're in for a treat.

Cherik Detective AUs

Their Mouths Always Lie – keire_ke

Summary: Charles adheres to most police protocols like they are a personal code of conduct. Erik gets things done and over with, for better or worse. Raven knows what she's doing, most of the time. The serial killer kills, regardless. Police AU.

Guilty by Association – Reagan

Summary: While investigating the homicide of a John Doe who he suspects might've been murdered while working the streets as a prostitute, Detective Erik Lehnsherr finds an unexpected ally in a hooker named Charles who seems as determined as he to solve the case. As they become more deeply involved both with the case and each other, there's just one thing that Charles neglects to mention -- that he's really an investigative journalist, one quickly convinced that what they're dealing with is more than simple murder. cop!Erik, fake-hooker-slash-reporter!Charles, Modern AU.

Incy Wincy Spider – Tawabids

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a renowned homicide detective, with his husband Charles at home and his partner on the job, Moira MacTaggert. When a twisted serial killer starts targeting mutants, Erik and Moira are the perfect team for the job, especially since Erik himself is the mutant poster-boy of an NYPD trying to improve their image.

But what they don't yet know is that the serial killer is an old soul out of Erik's past, and his next move is to pull Charles into his web.

The Theory of Partnership Dynamics – Pangea

Summary: “Detective Lehnsherr, how wonderful to see you out on the job!” The fed in the front greets him as they draw nearer. He’s shorter than the other two by a full head, and he’s beaming at Lehnsherr as if completely undeterred by Lehnsherr’s paint-peeling scowl.

“What do the feds want?” Lehnsherr asks bluntly.

“You know I can’t tell you that,” the fed answers cheerfully. Then his gaze lands on Alex, and, impossibly, his grin gets even brighter. “Did you get a new partner?"

“No,” Lehnsherr says through his teeth while at the same time Alex says, “Yes.”

Charles’ Killer – luchia

Summary: When detective Charles Xavier finds himself hunting down a vendetta-driven serial killer, it doesn't take long for him to realize he's in over his head. It only takes a little longer for him to realize his killer is, too.

Demoted – JayPendragon

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a detective-specialist with the NYPD Mutant Tactical Unit, ready to help out where his skills are needed. Or he would be, if he and his partner hadn’t been demoted. For the next four months, he is patrolling the Lenox Hill precinct with Azazel – if he doesn’t die of boredom first.

One night they are called in to investigate a potential case of domestic violence, yet the tenant assures them he is both alone and unharmed. However, there is something about this Charles Xavier that compels Erik to follow up.

Watching the Detectives – Clocks

Summary: Detectives Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are good friends and colleagues. However, when they go undercover at a Christmas party to nab a prime suspect, Erik keeps reminding himself to stay professional and ignore feelings of unexpected jealousy.

Oh, Sinnerman (Where you gonna run to?) – TintagelCastle (orphan–account)

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is one of the best homicide detectives in New York. From small time stabbings to high end mob hits, Erik (and his equally scary partner Logan) makes sure all the bad guys get caught, searching for the final clue to nail his mother's killer. As a string of murders draws the net ever tighter on Erik's life's work, he needs to catch the nightmare of his past whilst continuing to be the darling of the Force...

And so what if he's completely in love with the British guy on Forensics? Who's he ever going to tell?

Wrap up my bones – waifornight

Summary: Damaged detective Erik Lehnsherr is grimly searching for a serial killer whose victims all have extraordinary gifts. But without any clues or leads he and his partner Logan are in the dark. Until Charles Xavier, abducted by the killer, escapes. Together Erik and Charles must confront something far darker than either of them had ever imagined.

Alternate Universe loosely based off the crime movie Kiss the Girls.

I’ll see your heart (and I’ll race you mine) – sirona

Summary: For Kriminalhauptkommissar Erik Lehnsherr, this case will change everything.

Paralyzer – Yahtzee

Summary: In 1965, Erik Lehnsherr has infiltrated the NYPD for his own purposes -- but his powers make him a brilliant detective. Yet that's not why FBI agent Charles Xavier has sought him out. It's because the mysterious killer they're both trying to find is murdering people like them: other mutants.

Their search for a madman binds them together. Their inner demons may tear them apart. But the greatest danger comes when the killer they're looking for looks back.

Wrap up my bones – waifornight

Summary: Damaged detective Erik Lehnsherr is grimly searching for a serial killer whose victims all have extraordinary gifts. But without any clues or leads he and his partner Logan are in the dark. Until Charles Xavier, abducted by the killer, escapes. Together Erik and Charles must confront something far darker than either of them had ever imagined.

Alternate Universe loosely based off the crime movie Kiss the Girls.

The Long Bright Dark – lachatblanche

Summary: Ten years ago Detectives Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr closed the case on a grotesque series of murders that continue to haunt them even in the present day. When they are pulled in for questioning a decade later, they finally have confirmation of something that they have both suspected for a very long time - that there is unfinished business for them to take care of and that the case they thought they had closed so very long ago is in reality still all too open.

A True Detective AU.

Finding North – ClarkeStetler, Goosenik

Summary: Charles and Erik are (loosely) friends with benefits. They don't share personal details, last names, or anything concrete about their lives. This is ruined rather spectacularly when Charles gets recruited by the Mutant Apprehension Division of the FBI. Surprised is a bit of an understatement for their reaction to finding themselves partnered up and sent out on cases with the team.

Closer (to God) – dsrobertson

Summary: Se7en/The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo AU-ish.

Political journalist and editor, Erik Lehnsherr, has just lost £150,000 in a libel case against businessman, Kurt Marko. Down on his luck and in need of money, Erik is approached by the Metropolitan Police’s Detective Inspector Charles Xavier. Well-known for his investigative journalism, Erik is asked to help in the search for a serial killer in return for £200,000 if the killer is caught.

Wrapped up in murder, religion, and sex, Erik gets more than he bargained for.

Homo Sacer – unveiled

Summary: In a not too distant future, Detective Erik Lehnsherr meets Charles Xavier: street magician, former academician, and telepath.

One Good Day – troll_under_the_bridge

Summary: One case which is going to turn Charles' world upside down, while he struggles to pacify his boss, investigate murders and come to terms with the mess his life has become.

Playing With Fire – professor

Summary: Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.

If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.

Hold on or let go – aesc, pearl_o

Summary: Teenage telepath Charles Xavier takes a job as a consultant, working with prickly police detective Erik Lehnsherr. Charles is used to being on his own and taking care of himself; he has no reason to think that his relationship with this stern, icy man is going to change any of that. (Also known as: Tough Little Baby Telepath.)

MCIS: First Case – Pookaseraph

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr considers himself a great MCIS agent, and he puts up with a lot from his boss - Moira MacTaggart - in the name of solving crimes against mutants, but he's not so sure about this new empath, Charles Xavier. Their first case together will test Erik's patience, but doubtless be the beginning of a brilliant friendship.

MCIS: Fathers, Sons, and Brothers – Pookaseraph

Summary: Alex Summers has a single case that he has obsessed about ever since coming to MCIS two years ago: Su-M-94-0708-0034, the murder of Christopher and Katherine Summers, and the presumed kidnapping and possible murder of Scott Summers. Very little evidence was found at the time, but hopefully a new team - and new leads - can shed light on the case that left Alex an orphan.

When the Crazies come to town – Chinchillaatthedisc0

Summary: Erik is a surly detective with zero people skills who has just been assigned the murder case of Kurt Marko. Prime suspect? Charles xavier. Who's no where to be found.

My old man is a bad man – faerie_ground

Summary: Sebastian Shaw dies at two am in the morning with a dagger embedded in his forehead. Detective Erik Lehnsherr is on the case, and the number one suspect is the recently widowed Dr Charles Xavier, Sebastian Shaw's husband.

Deep Cover – Subtilior

Summary: Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.

A Murder of Ravens – AbandonedWorld

Summary:Charles Xavier is wrongfully accused. Erik Lehnsherr is a top-notch homicide Lieutenant who stumbles upon the case of a lifetime: a serial killer targeting mutants–and only mutants. Charles bides his incarceration waiting on a miracle, reciting Poe's timeless gem in effort to retain his sanity...

Note: Unfinished

[daydreaming-away-reality]

Timeless

Zhongli x Reader | ☁️ | 1.2k | Soulmate AU

There once was a time before the Archon War that was peaceful. Well, at least some semblance of peace within Liyue. 

With the world prone to changes within a span of years, you found that being an immortal being really let you see how nothing lasts forever. In your life, you had seen the rise and fall of mountains, civilizations and gods alike.

Not interested in being worshipped or maintaining territory, you had lived most of your life quietly through Liyue. As much as you tried to avoid conflict, you had seen your share of battles to ensure your survival. 

Although it was difficult to find companions without being dragged into a larger issue, you had met someone who had ambitions that you admired.

To find some order within the chaotic world and protect those who followed him.

He went by many names, but to you, he was Zhongli.

Recognized as Morax and the Lord of Geo, he was a man who held great power no matter the name or form he took on. But this was something you learned later on when you had gotten to know him better.

You had met Zhongli one night as you were gazing at some wild silk flowers that were lit up by the glow of the moonlight. Having heard the footsteps of someone nearby, you had turned to meet a pair of bright amber eyes watching you.

"I believe that most flowers bloom most beautifully during the day,” he had commented.

“Perhaps,” you agreed. “But there’s a certain beauty in seeing flowers during the night too.”

As the two of you encountered each other more, the closer your relationship became. Learning that he was a god came to you with no surprise. Zhongli had an aura of power around him that came naturally. However, he had been rather surprised to learn that you were an immortal being, not just a regular human as he had initially expected.

In hopes of getting to know each other better, Zhongli had asked you to take a walk with him. Aware of his intentions, you had agreed. 

You were curious about him as well.

Simply spending some time catching up with each other initially, the light patter of raindrop interrupted the flow of your conversation during the walk.

“We should look for a place to take shelter,” Zhongli offered, his eyes skimming the surroundings. Catching sight of a small cave, he nodded in that direction. “Shall we go there to wait out the rain?”

You nodded, following his lead. 

Staying dry within the cave, the two of you sat next to each other, watching Liyue through the mist of rain.

Your (E/C) eyes managed to catch sight of a particular purple flower not to far from where you were.

“Violetgrass.” you pointed out to Zhongli. “It grows best in moist places and is best picked after it rains.”

The man beside you stared at the flower, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

“You seem to know a great deal of knowledge around flowers,” he commented.

You gave him a small shrug. “I like learning little facts about everything - I find that living as an immortal gives you a lot of opportunities to learn and reflect.”

Zhongli let out a hum of agreement. 

“(Y/N), you have mentioned being in conflict before, am I correct?”

Flicking your gaze back to him, you nodded. “Ah, yes. I do what I need to. It feels like we can’t survive without some conflict within our lives.”

“It certainly feels that way,” Zhongli remarked.

Your thoughts drifted to the fallen gods and lost moments from the distant past. The world was so big, you had a feeling that these were shared memories others could relate to as well.

“Do you think one day, when I am defeated, that my soul might conjure up the demons of this world?” you quietly wondered out loud.

You weren’t sure if Zhongli had heard you over the sound of the rain, but his glove hand rested on top of your own hand.

“I doubt your soul would ever experience corruption to that extent for it to incite harm upon others.” Zhongli spoke carefully, picking out his words attentively. “My own soul, however...”

“Would also be fine,” you interjected. This caught Zhongli’s attention. “You are a rational being who does things with intention, I would like to believe that if anything were to happen to you, your soul would not conjure any demons either.”

Viewing you from your side profile, Zhongli was able to notice how you were thoughtful and considerate being as well. For someone who was immortal that didn’t seek out power like many of the other gods around them, you were very unique in his eyes.

As the rain slowed down to a stop, and the light from the sunset broke through the clouds, the lighting gave you a soft aura.  Zhongli felt the urge to protect it, protect you.

He stood up, offering a hand to you. “Shall we get going?”

“Sure.”

You took his hand, pulling yourself up. Zhongli didn’t let go over your hand until much later that day.

You and Zhongli had spent the next few hundred years together as companions. His presence would gather the attention of others, while yours was more quiet and hidden.

When rumors of the seven divine seats of Celestia being opened up for the taking, there was an unspoken awareness that conflict would be soon approaching once more.

For someone who didn’t engage in conflict unless necessary, you found it rather interesting that you stayed near the God of War’s side.

One night when you were out in a field of glaze lilies, the familiar footsteps of Zhongli caught your attention.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he greeted you. Standing beside you, he noticed the distant gaze that your (E/C) eyes held. “What’s on your mind?”

“Will the glaze lilies still bloom this beautifully if the memories of Liyue will be tainted by war?” you asked. Your tone held the same worry as the people who followed Zhongli. “What might become of us once the conflict reaches us?”

Listening to your thoughts, Zhongli took a moment to consider this all.

“Let us create a contract,” he said decisively. 

You looked at him in surprise. “A contract?”

“I care for you, deeply,” Zhongli elaborated. He reached out, gently caressing your cheek. “Let us agree upon binding our souls together, so that if anything happens, we will find each other again.”

“Are... are you sure?” you asked, cheeks heating up. You had heard the humans use a phrase to describe this before... “Like become soulmates?”

The man before you nodded.

“Do you not feel the same way?”

You shook your head lightly. “I do feel the same way about you.”

“Good,” Zhongli softly murmured. He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “May our words bind us to this agreement. And please know, I will do everything within my power to keep you safe during this war.”

[xpeachesncream]

restart | eleven

↱ SEQUEL TO PERFECTLY WRONG  |  series masterlist ↰

summary: as you and taehyung start to build your life together post graduation, things become more complicated than what you expected it to be. while taehyung struggles with his inner demons, you’ve become the sole supporter, the pillar, juggling different jobs to keep you two afloat. your love for each other has been put to the test as your relationship continues to face hurdles - hurdles that have you questioning whether or not your relationship will make it through.

pairing: reader x fiancé!kth

genre: post grad au, established relationship au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.3k

warnings: cussing/mature language, angst, thoughts on overdrive, anxiety

notes: um, there’s about 3 chapters left ☹️ i won’t be taking drabble requests right away just to give myself a little break and work on bands for a bit, BUT-- i think i might be working on something else in the meantime? i’ll let you guys know lol ily a milli 💗

tags: @enchantaeduniverse​ @thedarkwinterrose​ @jeontier​ @jwlmnbt​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ra-mun-e @brightcolorsoffendme​ @jungcrookthecookbook​ @sunniejinnie​ @littlewolfieposts​ @vanntaesworld​ @thebeebi​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Look, I—"

"No, Aiko. You know damn well I deserve to hear this from you too no matter what the outcome was. It takes two to tango." You step a little closer to her as you feel your bottom lip trembling. Just looking at her makes your stomach drop. You remember all the times that you felt insecure, and truly inferior especially after those nudes she used to send.

Fuck, Taehyung.

Maybe she was just always going to be a weakness for Tae, and that was it.

God, you want to hurl. But you keep yourself composed because it's here now. There's really no turning back.

"Hey." Jin gently squeezes your wrist and gives you a reassuring look. "It's okay." He mouths out.

"Do you have to be here while we do this?" Aiko shoots Jin a look.

"Of course I do. I'm not leaving her side. Why are you suddenly so shy when you've been sharing your nudes with everyone, let alone men in relationships?" Jin snaps back with that glare of his. But this didn't surprise you, Jin was always direct. He would never shy away from telling you like it is. All Aiko can do is roll her eyes at him before letting out a small sigh and bringing her attention back to you.

"Can we just cut to the chase here? I'm not exactly here to be friends." You say as calmly as possible. "Why did Taehyung come to see you?" Which, you curse yourself under your breath once you ask the question because why the fuck else would he come and see her? You were just too busy trying to sway away from the truth.

"He just asked to come see me. For specifics, I'm sure you and I both know what the intention was behind it." You feel sick, but you swallow the lump in your throat and slowly nod your head.

"So, um—"

"No, he didn't Y/N." She cuts you off and looks at you, her facial expression softening. "He didn't do it."

"W-what?"

"He came here and left. Said this was a mistake and that he would never do this to you." Jin's grip tightens around your wrist for whatever reason, you can't really decipher the signal right now. You honestly had a hard time believing her at the moment, and it has even gotten to the point where you think they've both created this story to tell you. However, when you look at her, her body language isn't defensive, nor does she seem like she's hiding anything. There's a small frown creeping up at the corners of her lips as she watches you.

She watches how you fiddle with your fingers, and how you always seem to swallow the lump in your throat every 5 seconds, slyly looking up to prevent the tears from coming down.

"O-oh."

"Look, I'm really sorry for having caused any trouble and I know I'm probably still not going to be on your favorites list for the way I acted with Jin—" She quickly looks at him. "And with Taehyung. But, if there's really one thing that I help with right now, I can tell you that he truly does love you." She tightens the way her arms are crossed close to her chest as she lets out another shaky sigh. "I know it's terrible that the thought was there for the both of us, but he would never do anything to hurt you. He can't. You mean too much to him, Y/N."

"I— don't really know what to say."

"He's set on you. There's no changing that for him." She says, and you can catch the hurt in her voice. The way her tone dips a little when she tells you there's no changing that for him. She still had feelings for him, and this shouldn't be anything new to you.

"Thanks." Aiko does nothing besides purse her lips into a tight line.

"Yup." You look at Jin, and he simply nods at Aiko before he's slightly pushing you to walk away from the door and down the stairs. But, before you could fully get yourself down a step, Aiko calls out for you both. "Hey."

"Hm?"

"He's lucky to have someone like you. I hope he learns from whatever he's going through." You take one last look at her before you silently head down the steps with Jin and situate yourself in his passenger seat.

"So, what now?" Jin asks as he drives off.

"I honestly don't know." The scene of him begging you not to go replays in your head and your heart shatters all over again. You don't know if you're upset with yourself or if you're still upset with him. Actually - yes, you still were upset with him because he had the fucking nerve. The fucking thought. You couldn't get over that. But part of you felt relieved knowing he didn't move forward with it? Or, that he was fucking smart enough at the very least to fix himself the very last minute.

"You can't avoid him forever."

"No, I know that. I just don't know what to say to him." You turn to Jin. "Is it really bad for me to want him to make this work? I don't wanna be the one that goes to him first, not after all of this. I'm tired. I just want to believe that he still wants me the same way he did before."

"I'm sure he hasn't changed."

"Jin, the thought still crossed his mind."

"I know and it's not okay whatsoever but I do have to give it to him for realizing it before."

"I don't know. I guess, yeah." You look down at your lap. "What if he just doesn't fix this? I'm scared of being upped and left again." The sudden thought of your ex popping up, along with all the nights you cried yourself to sleep - waking up with a pounding headache and dry eyes.

"He's not going to." Jin says reassuringly. "I really do believe he'll get this right, but just like you needed time, he does too. I know you had a hard time and a lot of things hurt you, but Taehyung had his own demons to battle and that's never easy. He's trying."

"Yeah." Is all you respond with.

"Do you need more clothes?"

"No, I don't think so. If anything I'll just ask one of the boys to grab me something."

"Okay." Jin continues to drive off and back to his apartment. You keep your gaze outside of the window until your phone vibrates in your lap.

[taehyung♡] 6:05pm: can we talk tonight? i know you might not be ready, but i honestly don't want to put this off any longer. i need to see you.

Your breathing hitches and Jin can feel that something has suddenly changed in your mood. You stare at your phone, unsure if you want to cry or if you're relieved to see Taehyung pop up on your screen. You wanna cry cause of course it still hurts to know the thought crossed his head; you'll never forget that for a second, Taehyung thought about risking everything you've built together just to feel wanted, needed, whatever the hell it was. For a second, he pushed you aside because he was ready to let Aiko back in.

But then you also are relieved because fuck, even if it hasn't been long, part of you felt like he was truly going to give up. That he wasn't going to try anymore. That he didn't think this was worth fixing. That you and him just weren't meant to be together. After all this, of course you still loved him. You loved him deeply - so, so deep, that thought of you without him is probably what hurts the most. He meant everything to you.

"What is it?"

"He wants to talk tonight."

"I'm telling you, you can't avoid him forever."

"Should I do it?"

"Are you ready to? Just because I say you can't avoid him forever doesn't mean you have to talk to him right at this moment, especially if you aren't ready." You look at Jin.

"This is so fucked up, because after everything, I still miss him. And I want to see him. I just don't know what I'd say though."

"Why don't you be honest about everything, yeah? How it made you feel, you confronting Aiko. Let him know that if this does work out, he'll really need to learn from it and understand how hurt you were."

"I know."

"So are you going to see him?"

"Yeah, I think so." Your hands became clammy as you picked up your phone and responded.

[y/n] 6:11pm: yeah, sure.

[taehyung♡] 6:13pm: is it okay if i pick you up from jin hyung's?

[y/n] 6:15pm: yeah, that's fine.

[taehyung♡] 6:16pm: be there in about 15 minutes.

As soon as you put your phone down, Jin is turning into his parking garage and parking into his assigned spot. You quietly walk up the steps, feeling the anxiety settle in. How was this night going to go? Were you going to have to move your stuff out permanently? Move in with Jin or Jungkook until you could figure things out? You already felt terrible enough having spent these past nights in Jin's bed while he slept out on the couch. He insisted he was fine with it, but still.

What if Taehyung really just wanted to talk to tell you that this was done?

Fuck.

Your anxiety is bubbling in your stomach as the minutes go by, 15 minutes seemingly coming a lot slower than it usually does on any other given day. But, it eventually comes and it comes by Taehyung texting you that he's downstairs. You zip up your jacket, fixing up your appearance just a teeny bit because this was still Taehyung. Jin is eating dinner as he waves you off, setting your bowl aside on the kitchen counter for you to eat later when you get back [if you're hungry].

You feel your pulse on your neck, and your ears are slightly ringing because of how nervous you are. You catch a glimpse of him through the lobby doors and you instantly feel weak, and you fucking hated that effect he had on you. He looks at you as you near the passenger door, slipping yourself in without making much eye contact.

"Hey." He says softly as he drives off.

"Hey."

"You eat already?"

"Nope, haven't been too hungry." His heart sinks at the statement.

"Let me know if you want me to stop by anywhere afterwards to get you some food."

"I'll be fine, thanks." You say, keeping your eyes on the passing view outside of the passenger window. The ride is awfully quiet, nothing but the thoughts in your head making noise. You realize he's taking you down towards the nearby beach, parking his car in front of the ocean view. When he shifts the gear to park and shuts off his lights, he slightly sinks in his seat and lets out a sigh.

"Y/N." He says, breaking the silence. You slightly turn your head towards him, eyeing him every now and then through your peripherals. "I'm sorry." He says, close to a whisper as his head drops and he begins to cry.

"Do you even know what you're sorry for, Taehyung?" You ask, your voice cracking when you look at him to see how torn up he is.

"Baby, of course I do." He looks at you through his teary eyes. "I'm so sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry for ever making you question your worth, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble and pain while all you've done was be there for me. I'm just.. sorry for not being there when I should have been. I should have never let you go through this alone."

"You have no idea how it's been all this time. I was your fiancé, Taehyung. I was trying to be there for you through everything you were feeling, experiencing, whatever it was. I tried. And all you did was push me aside and you still ended up pointing your fingers at me. Almost cheating on me, even? The thing that feels so unforgivable and so painful is the fact that for a second, you really believed risking everything we've built together was worth it."

"I know and I fucked up. That was on me, 100%. I let everything get to the best of me and I was too dumb to see it right away. I fully acknowledge it and I never want to make you feel that way again. I miss you so much. You being away has been so difficult because I feel empty without you. It's been hard to be without you because I never pictured myself to be without you. I still can't."

"We were planning to get married, Tae." You begin to softly cry. "This isn't something you do when you get married to someone and build that life together with them. You can't—" You wipe your tears with a quick pause. "You can't just run off expecting things to be okay after they get brushed under the rug. How are we supposed to have a family together, grow old together, if we can't even fix these kinds of issues together?"

"Baby, I'm ready to do this with you. It's been a hell of a ride and I'm learning as I go. I know I haven't been perfect, or the best fiancé, but know I'm learning from this because I want to be the best for you and give you the world like you rightfully deserve. I'm so, so sorry, my love." He responds, wiping his tears in between before reaching for your hand and grabbing it. He brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss against it, causing your heart to flutter. "I love you so much, I'm not giving up on us. I want to do better and you help me be a better man every day that we're together."

"I just want you to understand how much of a toll this took on me and our relationship. You really hurt me, and all I hope is that you do learn from this and become better from it. I love you so much, but I can't always save you. I can be there for you, but sometimes you have to help yourself and I don't know what I'll do if I have to go through this again."

"I know. And I said I wanted to do better, I'm gonna do this for us. I don't want to do this with anyone else. I'm ready to do this ride with you." You don't really have anything else to say, because you feel like you've made your point time and time again. Now, you just didn't know if you'd take this leap of faith again and trust him, or if you should let it be. You simply lean over to wipe his tears, but he keeps your palm against his cheek, pressing a kiss against it as he leans into your touch. "I'm in love with you, Y/N. More than you'll ever know." You sit back into your seat and give him a tiny smile before letting out a breath. You were nervous for what you were about to say, but you needed to say it. You just needed to be honest. This is what this time was about.

"I went to see Aiko earlier." His eyes shoot right at yours, but he doesn't say anything. "She told me you didn't do anything and that you left." You slightly nodded. "It's gonna be hard for me to let that go. But I hope you understand that I want to be the person you go to if things get rough, no one else. I want you to confide in me and tell me what you need so I can better provide. I don't want my man to be running off to someone else because they feel like they can't get a certain feeling or emotion reciprocated, especially without discussing the issue."

"I know, love. I know. I understand and hear you. I'm going to show you that you're the only one that matters to me, and I'll never make you doubt yourself ever again." You sigh and nod. He leans over to kiss you on the forehead, but retreats back to his seat without kissing you anywhere else because he still felt the need to give you space. The kiss sent shivers down your spine though, and it only really solidified the fact that he was the only one you still wanted. "I—um, talked with my parents."

"You did?" You ask softly. For some reason, this was something you weren't expecting to hear. You truly and honestly didn't think Tae was ever gonna try to mend his relationship with his parents, but this showed you that he wanted to try - with you and with them. Hopefully, at least.

"Yeah. I stayed there for a bit." He slightly smiles. "I'm gonna start working with my dad next week. We've been trying to do a lot to mend our relationship and spend more time together."

"I'm happy to hear that, Tae. I really am."

"Thank you for always pushing me to do better with them. There's a lot on their side that I had yet to better understand and vice versa."

"Of course." You say softly as you look at him. He was still the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on, even under the moonlight.

"Do you wanna head back to Jin hyung's now?"

"Sure. I think I've said what I needed to say."

"Come home, please." He says softly as he begins to drive off. "I want to work on mending us, and our relationship."

"I—I don't know. I want this, I do. But I think I just need time to process this? I don't really know. I have to be honest, I'm scared."

"That's okay, I understand. You have every right to feel that way, but I'll show you that you don't have to be. You know you're always welcome to come back whenever you're ready though, baby." But fuck, everything about this makes you so weak. You really did want to go back home and work on this. You just wanted to be with him. You were just scared. There's really no other way to put it. Scared of getting hurt, scared of falling into another trap.

The rest of the ride is quiet again, but it's obvious that the both of you feel a little better getting things off of your chest and talking things out. It didn't mean that everything was fixed though, but you could at least say you both were on the same page of working this out and fixing your relationship. And even though you weren't going home with him that minute, Taehyung can't help but feel hopeful that this will work out in the end. He wanted to do right by you, and he was going to. He was going to fix this, marry you, have a family with you, grow old with you - he was gonna do whatever it took to get you both back on track.

When you unbuckle your seatbelt, you turn to face Taehyung. He simply gives you a tiny, toothless smile before cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead, then nose.

"I love you, babygirl." He kisses your nose once more, thumb lightly caressing your cheek. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." You respond before quickly hopping out to prevent yourself from crying even more. You don't turn back and simply head into the elevators up to Jin's floor, straggling tears able to leave your eyes and lightly stain your cheeks.

"How was it?"

"Good, I think."

"What's the plan moving forward?" Jin asks as he leans onto the kitchen counter, watching you wipe your tears and nose.

"I think I'm gonna go home."

even when i'm on my own, i'm never alone and the silence sounds so loud, i'm feeling bound by the words i can't get out

track six: me and my mind - jazz morley

[jadelynlace]

Ink Drinker / Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader], Chapter 5

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synopsis: Ivar was only meant to be a friend with benefits, but he caught feelings for his older brother’s best friend, and co-worker: you.

pairing: Ivar x F!Reader

***content warning [PLEASE READ]: this chapter is quite gruesome, please read at your own risk. yes this is based off of a trauma call I actually went to, and yes I am sparing some of the sicker details because it truly was one of the worst calls I had ever walked in on. and yes, it actually happened this way and yes, this helps me heal from it. ok, that is all.

author’s note: I’m so sorry.

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A sinful noise comes from Ivar’s mouth in the exact moment you entered in through the threshold. Truthfully, the sound sent a shiver down your spine, worrisome as the twenty four hour shift ended and Ivar had chosen to go to your flat last night, not his own. 

“Why are you in my house, Ivar?” You say to him, eyes scanning over his half naked body as it tangled throughout the sheets, biceps set to curling around the rather feminine color of your duvet.

“Good morning to you too,” Ivar says back with a yawn that croaks from his mouth as he pulls the covers back. “Come lay with me,” Your mind rolls ideas between your ears, behind your eyes as you calculate why Ivar willingly came to your empty place the night prior, when he knew you were working yourself to death on the back of a never ending ambulance.

“That didn’t answer my question, Ivar,” Your voices teases him as you walk about the small space, pulling pins from your collar. He goes silent after your statement, moving the blankets to cover his face out of a twinge of embarrassment, not sure how you would take to learning that he felt better here. Felt happier, even when you weren’t home it gave him that sense that he wasn’t alone. You peek your head back to make out the large mound under the duvet, Ivar rolling under it and flopping on to his stomach. Tossing the discarded blues into your hamper, the tags, keys, pins and your tactical belt are all put away neatly in their homes as you pull on a shirt that no longer has a real shape to it. Ivar’s eyes peel open when you creep the covers off of his face, the cold air rushing against his skin and you’re in his vision—not as blurry to his glasses-less eyes as you make way to snuggle into him.

“Don’t want to creep you out,” Ivar says to you lowly, voice hoarse like sandpaper, scratching in its new use and you only turn your head to give him a sideways look. “It makes me feel better to be here,” He finally admits, fingers busying themselves with the loose hem on your shirt as he still won’t look at you. “Makes me feel less alone even if you’re not here,” You want to sigh, you want to cup his cheeks and push them together like he’s a toddler who’s being too damn adorable for your undertaking, but you can’t. These are words that took him a while to finally speak, progress for what darkness seems to leech in his mind at all hours, and now only a sliver of light comes through because he’s telling you how he feels. The reasoning behind it all, the baring of his soul on the bedsheets and stark naked with his emotions.

“You can come here whenever you want Ivar, you know that.” You say back, eyes searching his and they close briefly, sighing in a moment of relief because you’re not throwing him out on to the street for his choice. “Anything that makes you feel better, you should do,” You tell him, a peck to the corner of his mouth as you settle against him. “As long as it’s legal,” You add quickly, picking your head up in haste to move your point across and Ivar only chuckles as you do.

“You know what makes me feel better?” Ivar whispers and he’s climbs over you, pressing a weight to rein over you and you giggle. Sluggish as he moves with his hair tickling your face and he’s finally made the leeway with his figure, bending his forearms to catch his weight.

“What makes you feel better?” You ask him, looking up at this man who is so hopelessly in love with you he doesn’t even care to hide it on his face.

“You make me feel better,” Ivar tells you and the words hardly escape before his lips are against yours. Languid and soft, relishing in how your nails scratch up his back, humming as they press along his skin like keys on a piano and he finally drops his weight. Laying over you as his lips find their place on your pulse point, grazing the skin like thousands of little needles and you let a breathless moan pass from your tongue. Ivar only hums in response as his mouth stays busy, splotching you and navigating the skin to make sure more of the dots will stay hidden when you put your blues back on. His forehead rests on the length of your collarbone, his hand moving around the mattress to find yours. “I’ve never been in love until I met you,” Ivar whispers against you skin, sinking the praise into your pores and it shatters your heart but repairs it just as quickly. Resting his cheek he finally looks up at you, dragging his fingertips down your nose and there’s a low light that’s dancing off of his features, paling his blue eyes as he gazes at you.

“I love you, too Ivar,” You say softly and you mean the sentence with every single fiber in your body. You’d say it until you were blue in the face if it helped to heal every demon in his mind. He smiles as you say it, like he still can’t believe his luck.

“Want you—but I know you’re tired,” He mumbles and his lips take back to the game against your skin and you know he doesn’t mean to try to turn you in his favor. But you tell him about the coffee you had—more than you should have had if you planned to sleep some of the day away and he’s moving back over you again. Worshipping you with each press of his lips, each roll of his hips as he grinds down against your spread legs. He’s not rushed with how he feels you, how he only kicks his pants off and pulls your bottoms off as you undress fully for him, his eyes just watching your skin as he kisses each knee cap and then he’s back over you. Mouth against yours as the tip of his cock brushes against your opening, how that small notion is already so heavenly and when he’s finally pushing into you, you’re holding back on to him. Letting him know you’re there as he moves slowly in the morning light. Heavy breathing and soft mews between the both of you while Ivar brings you to your peek with the rolls of his hips and his tongue on yours. And he falls with you, panting and coating your walls and humming in pure contentment because this is a sensation he never wants to forget, never lose, as long as he lives, sleeping the morning away tangled between you and the sheets.

*

It had rolled into another slow morning left with nothing other to do than mop the bay’s floors and terrorize Hvitserk with unruly sprays from the soap gun. Laughing as he flinched, all but made inhuman noises whenever your aim got closer to his pristine blues. You two had gone on coffee runs, stopping to grab lunch and snacking away with boots up on the benches as another unrealistic drama show flashes from the screen. It was a bright change for the days that you two had spent together, but the quietness was never welcomed completely without the slow thoughts of what was to come lingering behind it. A car into a semi-truck. Hvitserk tipped his head back and groaned so loudly he nearly fell backwards from his chair. At least you were just able to blaze through the streets of town with loud horns and bright sirens and command the authority to have everyone bow to your right of way. 

It was warm, growing increasingly so in the last few hours and the sun hung well above the road. Scattered with the remains of scrap metal, tangled mess of a car and the comically unbent eighteen wheeler. The fire engine met you on the scene, already blinking with two police cars and in your maneuvering to park the rig close, you caught more of the vehicle wreck. A tangled mess of a black mustang and you could feel the blood drain from your face as your heart stopped.

“Hvitserk,” You whine and that snaps his attention from the back the rig as he’s pulling gloves for both of you. “Oh my god Hvitserk it’s Ivar,” You all but yell and he bolts from the back of the double doors to round the ambulance. And then he sees it. And you see it. Your partner takes off, no protective gear as a shield and you grab him, locking an arm to pull him back as a look of panic crosses him like a field. “Focus,” You hiss at him. “Do your job and fucking focus—you’re the best medic on the god damn team and you need to prove that right now,” But you could say the speech until you’re blue in the face, gasping as the words fall with no meaning because Hvitserk is out of control for the first time ever on a call.

“He’s awake in there,” A voice calls from the other side of the car.

“Get the trauma bag.” You call to your partner and then you take off, steel toes rounding the car and there’s no door to open anymore. Just a blown out rear view window that’s already been cut by those jaws. You see Ivar blink and your mind shuts off completely. 

“Hey baby,” His voice rasps when he sees you in his sight, picking his head up while the crushed front end of the car covers his legs like a blanket. Your heart is stabbed with a knife and you can’t worry about that right now, you can’t worry about how you feel because your uniform is telling you that you’re the only hope for the man you so deeply love.

“Ivar keep your head down please, I need you to stay as still as possible.” You tell him and Hvitserk makes his way behind you. 

“We need the take this side off!” Hvitserk’s voice calls to the fire department. The noise of his voice floats behind you and he pulls another fire fighter to aid him in the collection of equipment he’s sending to you.

“What’s that?” Ivar asks you and you’re reaching behind you for the c-collar. 

“This keeps your neck straight, Ivar, it’s very important that you don’t move. How else are you feeling?”

“My legs feel funny,” Ivar mumbles to you as you lock the device around his neck. At his words you peek down for the first time and your stomach rolls. Churning like a great open sea as you see the mess that is before the two of you. There is no clear cut determining factor of where his legs start and the car ends. 

“Ivar can you feel my hand right here?” You ask him as you have it on his thigh.

“I like it when you touch me there baby,” Ivar slurs and it’s a twist of his words drooling from his mouth as he’s trying to stay awake. Even as his body shuts down. Even with the same bastard smirk. You back out slowly and Hvitserk replaces your spot as quickly as he’ll allow; tunneled vision as he asses Ivar’s closest vein and through a shake in his fingers, hooks him up to a line. “What are you doing brother?” He asks and his voice is smaller now, like a child and Hvitserk only sadly smiles.

“This is pain medicine Ivar, so we can get you out of the car. You’re going to get really tired and I don’t want you to fight it, alright? I’ll see you when you wake up.” Are the last words Ivar registers and his world becomes dark.

The hiss of the saw catches your attention as you watch the sparks sizzle on the heated asphalt. Linens down on the stretcher and reflective gear covering you but your body is so cold, chilled and down right hypothermic as the car groans lowly once it is peeled apart. Like bark from a tree as it curls into scrap metal and Hvitserk cranks two tourniquets on each of Ivar’s legs. 

“Helicopter?” You call to him and he shakes his head.

“It’ll be faster if you drive him down to the trauma center. They won’t fly—it’s too cloudy today,” He calls back and you can’t help but think of the ever going joke about how the pilots don’t fly, even with only one cloud in the whole sky. There’s yelling, screams, the buzz of machines and too much noise but Ivar is still asleep, and you find comfort in the fact that he’s not seeing what you are. Your reflective vest catches the sunlight and it bounces into your face, mixes with your tear filled eyes and you wipe them along your sleeve to smear mascara and sweat. As soon as the command comes from around you that it’s safe, the car is stable and you can reach your patient, you waste no time.

It takes you, Hvitserk and two of the largest firemen on the team to pull Ivar from the wreck. Hooking around his arms and you can still smell his cologne over the burnt rubber that takes up home in your nostrils. His legs are crushed, obliterated and shattered and you’re queasy for the first time ever on a call. They drag behind him like dead limbs as he’s sliding up the back board. Hvitserk tears what was left of his jeans in adrenaline as he tries to wrap what he can to stay sterile but the injuries are far too extreme for you two alone to treat. The mess of mangled flesh and your heart breaks even farther as you see the art work on his skin now a waste because you know how Ivar loves his tattoos. They’re smashed and bent and somehow still there and if it were any other call there would be pictures being taken and you would be exchanging glances with your partner. Treating the rest of what he can and Hvitserk pales, because you both know Ivar may never walk again. 

From above his belt, Ivar looks normal—he looks like the man you saw this morning—your Ivar. Obvious contusions from the seat belt and the airbag, torn shirt cut right up the middle as you attach the stickers to his chest. The Like Pak squeezes an already bulged bicep for his blood pressure and it’s dropping quickly. The non-rebreather mask’s reservoir fills with oxygen and you watch the plastic palpate, the fingers in his left hand twitch like they do when he’s asleep. It feels like a nightmare, loud noises and beating sun with clouds that pass and every time shade greats you, you find another injury on his body. The motions come so simply because your mind has gone, sucked out the window and on a vacation because you need to focus on what you’re doing, now more than ever.

Protruding tibia bones look back at you, knee caps that are now mere powder mock you. You see his bones, you see his muscles, you see every inner part of both of his legs stabbed with shrapnel and the glass, raw and cherry colored, and you think you’re going to pass out as you pull the gurney to the machine that grabs it, sucking into the back of the ambulance. Hvitserk jumps back there you slam the doors so quickly, trying to shut that world out to focus on this one. And then you pull the ambulance around and gun it, sandwiching the peddle between your blood covered boot and the ambulance’s floor. Even over the sirens, the blare of the horn you can hear your partner praying. Praying to a God he doesn’t believe in for his brother to live through this as the monitor sings a tune that Ivar is crashing.

“Come on brother—don’t do this to me,” He curses and pulls another vile, cranks the oxygen flow and sends more fluid into his body. “Don’t do this to me Ivar. Not today. Not today, Ivar,” And the tears finally start again in your eyes as you curse the vehicle for not going any faster. For its limit of one hundred and twenty miles per hour on the open lane of the freeway because cars have spread. They’ve parted as this creature screams for them to obey and you see the cop cars ahead of you, trying to pave the way and then the flight car. Your section chief right on your front bumper and you know he can tell its you driving the ambulance. You’re the fastest driver he’s ever employed and now is the time to remember that—and your job as you all carry Ivar’s body from this battle, into a much worse one.

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[skellebonez]

Prompt 69 with Syntax, except he's the one doing the glaring but at who, you decide!

So uh... what would have happened if MK didn’t just run in to get the sign in episode 9? What if, before grabbing it, he heard a certain voice that he recognized and went to investigate? Yeah, consider this an AU. Need a name for this one, I am accruing many now.

You see that death glare means she (he) likes you

This was... not exactly the predicament that Xiaotian expected himself to be in. At all. Not after being chased away from Spider Queen by her spider trio. He had just wanted to get Pigsy’s sign back... and he did! Eventually! 100% A+ marks on that! He just... hadn’t expected to find Macaque there as well.

Or some back with him and another... straggler.

"So... Syntax, was it?" Pigsy said roughly, earning a glower from the spider demon in turn.

They were inside Pigsy’s noodles, away from prying ears but still in their night clothes. Not that they had time to change. Not when Syntax was immediately interrogated and started explaining, and then Xiaotian had tried explaining over him, and then Macaque just. Revealed everything in one sentence. And that lead to a very tense, very uncomfortable explanation of exactly what was going on.

Xiaotian didn’t tell them Macaque was from the shadow play. Or what he did before than. Only that he was someone he knew through Sun Wukong who had tried to teach him before and wasn’t on good terms with his mentor, which wasn’t exactly a lie. And oddly, Macaque didn’t say anything either.

"Care to tell us exactly what the plan was for dealing with this "immense evil power" you were tricked into assisting at the cost of your entire clan's deaths?" Pigsy continued, brandishing his spoon he was using to make an emergency meal at him.

"Pigsy!" Tang chided with an exasperated look. "We don't know if they're dead."

"Could you maybe stop saying dead please?" Xiaotian asked quietly, curled up at a table in a corner away from the others, so quiet that the only person who seemed to have heard him was Macaque.

They wouldn’t be here having this conversation if MK hadn’t heard Macaque yelling in frustration so he supposed that was a slight victory. If Xiaotian was being honest with himself... he probably wouldn’t have told the others anything about what had happened. You can’t exactly hide a suspiciously familiar monkey and a very familiar spider when the three of you crash land on a roof together.

Going to see what was up let him free the immortal from the draining webbing he was tied up in, and had alerted Syntax to their location. If he hadn’t insisted on going back for the sign and that had not lead Syntax after them.. That would not have lead to the Spider Queen almost, almost, agreeing to work with him, and if he hadn’t grabbed the other at the Spider Queen’s insistence maybe...

“We were attempting to rebuild the mech from new years, if you must know,” Syntax answered haughtily. There was a shaking in his hands that no one pointed out, but Xiaotian could tell at least Pigsy and Macaque picked up on it from their expressions, as he did something with the gadget on his arm. Schematics, bright digital holograms, displayed in the air before them. “It would have worked, I’m positive of that! The White Bone Spirit is powerful, but not unbeatable as she is right now. Unfortunately, even if the Monkey Boy-”

“Kid, but if you’re going to call him the wrong name at least call him a man,” Tang said, a slight glower shining through his glasses.

“Monkie KID,” Syntax corrected himself tersely, returning to look at the schematics with a frown. He looked... genuinely upset as he reviewed them. “Even if he hadn’t interfered by coming for the sign my bots stole from you, we wouldn’t have had enough time or material to finish it before she found us out. It was... inevitable that something like this happen if we couldn’t convince our Queen to leave. And we couldn’t.” Syntax reached up, massaging his head as the hologram dissipated. “And we weren’t going to leave her alone. If only Huntsman had started asking questions sooner...”

At the mention of the eldest spider demon Sandy frowned, something deeply sad that Xiaotian couldn’t quite understand or parse from it. But clearly something had happened between them when he went to get the flower for his hiccups. He hadn’t hid their encounter from them, even if he didn’t tell them exactly what happened.

Syntax on the other hand went quiet, the mention of his comrade seeming to be the last thing to make him need to sit down at the counter and hold his head in his hands. “You know... he was annoying. Always trying to one up me, get the approval of our queen over me. But seeing him like that... and Goliath... they didn’t deserve that. He was good at what he did and I never got to tell him I didn’t actually hate him.”

The room went quiet after that. Xiaojiao moved to sit beside Xiaotian, wrapping her am around his shoulder. Tang stayed sat at the counter across from Syntax, watching him from the side with the barest tilt of his head. Sandy sat at a table away from the others, pulling something out his his pocket and cradling it in his hand. Pigsy continued to cook, more focused on it than he had been before.

And Macaque... Macaque stood in the middle of the room and scowled. Probably because he was so drained from the webbing that if he sat down he looked like he would pass out on the spot.

“There is... one good thing,” Xiaotian said after a moment, reaching into his jacket pocket. “Maybe? I-I was kinda distracted by the, you know. Spiders. Macaque screaming he was going to ‘send WBS to a realm even she can’t escape from when he escapes’, but I passed this room full of stuff...”

That got Syntax’s attention. “What room full of stuff?”

“It had the Trigram Furnace in it,” Xiaotian continued. “And a bunch of other stuff. Like this.” He pulled his hand back out and uncurled up on top of the table, letting his prize gently float down. Bright and golden-orange and as vibrant as the day Sandy had picked the whole thing. “I thought since Huntsman tried so hard to steal it from Sandy it might be important?”

“You stole back the Crimson Jimsonweed!?” Syntax yelled, jumping up and using his spider legs to nearly catapult himself in Xiaotian’s direction. “That... that may have been the most dangerous thing you could have done! And... and the smartest!”

“What?” Xiaotian asked deadpan, looking at the spider in confusion.

“The White Bone Spirit needs that flower petal to finish whatever she is making with the furnace!” Syntax continued, now pacing back and forth between the table, a smile slowly forming on his face. “Without it, she can’t finish it properly! She may be able to try, but there is no guarantee it would work, if she takes the chance and it does work than she will be significantly weakened by the lack of a key ingredient! She-she probably doesn’t even realize it is missing yet! YOU!” He pointed a spider leg in Sandy’s direction, making him jump in surprise. “Huntsman said you were knowledgeable of the flower’s properties, and I know there is a way to make it into a non-tea like medicine. Do you know of it?”

“Y-yes!” Sandy said after a moment of surprise. “It’s not hard to make, I could make it with what Pigsy’s got.”

“Good, make it immediately before she realizes,” Syntax continued, smirking. “She needs that petal whole and in tact. If you can break it down and make multiple small doses of medicine out of it-”

“Then she wouldn’t be able to use it because it wouldn’t be enough and what is left would be contaminated by the other ingredients!” Sandy finished, jumping up and rushing to the back of the shop. “PIGSY I’M USING YOUR SUPPLY CABINET!”

“What the hell is happening?” Pigsy asked in confusion, looking around.

“Your Monkey Man accidentally figured out the best way to mess up everything that was being planned,” Macaque said with a smirk, nodding in Xiaotian’s direction. “Gotta say, Kid, I’m impressed.”

“Wait, won’t this WBS person figure out what happened?” Xiaojiao spoke up. “She probably won’t be happy about it, she’d probably going to come after it!”

“....so we leave,” Xiaotian said, looking to everyone. “Maybe not all of us, but some of us should leave the city, stay in the forest or the desert so that if she does come back for it no one else will get hurt. Besides...” he smiled, finally, kind of sheepish. “I, uh.. think we should maybe stop squashing the city when we train. I think the neighbors are starting to get annoyed.“

“I think... that’s an excellent idea,” Pigsy said with a smile, taking his finished soup off the stove. “And you ain’t leavin me behind!”

“Or me!” Tang spoke up, turning in his chair to smile at Xiaotian as well.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT WE’RE AGREEING TO BUT I’M IN!” Shouted Sandy from the back.

“And you know your girl is not getting left behind!” Xiaojiao laughed, pulling Xiaotian into a proper hug.

“Great, a whole gang,” Macaque said with a sigh, looking to the everyone before smirking in Xiaotian’s direction. “I know you’re not gonna let me just walk away, so I guess I’m stuck with you. But remember how I told you that you couldn't have too many teachers? That offer’s still open.”

“Tomorrow,” Xiaotian said firmly, more serious than his friends had ever probably heard him before. “We can start tomorrow. Real training, no tricks.”

The answer seemed to genuinely shock the immortal monkey, his un-glamored eyes wide in surprise. “Uh... ok. Tomorrow it is. No tricks.”

If everyone was confused by what they meant they didn’t say anything.

Syntax, moved back to the counter, tapping his hands and fingers against it in nervous energy. “I supposed I am stuck with you, after all my Queen said to go with you, and I can give you any information you need. Help with tech. That sort of thing.”

“As long as you don’t steal my dang sign again,” Pigsy scowled, depositing a bowl in front of the spider. He looked at it with suspicion, like he didn’t trust it to not be poisoned, much the way he looked at Pigsy in turn. “Or I’ll be the one squashin ya.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Syntax countered, his bright tone betrayed the severe lack of threat he felt at the other’s words. His glower though...

“Don’t worry about him,” Macaque said with a laugh, gesturing to Syntax. “You see that death glare means he likes you.”

“I DO NOT!” Syntax protested quickly and sharply, turning back and grabbing the bowl of soup and shoving a spoonful of noodles in his mouth before pausing. He said nothing, just looked down at the bowl before proceeding to devour it like a starving man who had been trapped on a desert island for weeks.

And for a moment everything seemed hopeful again.

It was the first time Xiaotian felt like this in a long time. He just didn’t expect it after revealing his secrets and with two of his enemies in the same room.

As they left to get on Sandy’s drone an hour later, full and ready to get more sleep after landing, Xiaotian couldn’t help but notice that Macaque stood father back from everyone else. Masked in shadow at times but still close enough for him to be seen. Syntax, on the other hand, seemed to have situated himself between Pigsy and Tang, talking to the scholar and the chef spiritedly about his recipes and the science of gastronomy (did this guy just know random stuff?). Which was weird, but at least they weren’t fighting.

Things felt... like maybe they could be alright.

[uglierdaikon]

I’ve had this one WIP sitting in my documents forever, and as hard as I’ve tried I absolutely cannot think of a direction to take it in but I really like what I have written, so I’ve decided to say “fuck it” and just post what I’ve got in here and let y’all imagine whatever ending for it you’d like. Without further ado, I present my long-deceased Witch!Nene x Demon!Hanako au:

            Nene, my love. Whatever happens do not forget that you are special. You were born special. You will help so many people.

             Nene couldn’t remember her mother very well. She had been so young when she died. In the furthest, foggiest corners of her mind, she could recall the long gray skirt that she clung to and hid behind when the other townspeople jeered at her. There was silvery hair like hers, and surely a face that would resemble hers. She remembered a voice that sang, a voice that stood up for her, a voice that told her, you are special. You will help so many people.

              And so she did. Although people were still unkind, still jeered at her, still called her an unnatural thing, she helped them. Some learned to be kind, and those were the ones who made it feel worth it. The others… well, the others couldn’t help that they found her strange. She was strange. Witches weren’t supposed to be born—they were made, by sealing deals with demons. And yet, she’d had magic from infancy. This marked her as an oddity, and people were afraid of things they didn’t understand. The rumors that swirled around the village about her certainly didn’t help. But Nene didn’t mind. Or, at least, she told herself she didn’t mind.

              There was work to be done. A farmer wanted a spell to help his cow get pregnant; the blacksmith wanted his tools bewitched to feel lighter to ease the strain on his aging back; a merchant from a nearby town had written her asking for a cure for his wife’s morning sickness. Morning sickness was simple enough—if you knew your plants well enough, you didn’t even need magic. She’d start with that.

              Nene set out her pestle and mortar on her worktable, then went to her cabinet for ingredients, whispering them to herself as she searched.

              “Cinnamon, dragon’s blood, rose petals… ginger.” She stopped short, carefully tucking jars of the other three ingredients in the crook of her left arm. “Have I used up all my ginger?” She shifted jars and vials and other magical odds and ends around her shelves, but there was no ginger hidden amongst them. She swore softly, set the other ingredients down on the table, and grabbed her cloak. She’d have to run out to her garden.

              She stepped out her back door and into the cool night. It had been unseasonably warm as of late, but now a chill wind nipped at her nose. Still, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in the scents of damp earth and autumn rot. The woods around her house seemed to thrum with gentle sounds, crickets and owls and the wind shuffling through the leaves. Nene smiled to herself, then hurried off to her garden. She knew it well enough that the dark was no impediment to her finding her ginger. She knelt carefully between other rows of plants and tugged up what she needed and a little extra, for next time.

              As she stood and began to brush dirt from her dress, Nene heard a rustling that did not belong to the thrum of her woods. It was a disruption, a discordant note. She heard a twig snap not far off and nearly dropped her ginger. Her immediate thought was that she should run—people may have been coming to accept her, but she wasn’t naïve enough to believe there was no one in the village who would do her harm. She should run, but her legs wouldn’t move except to tremble.

              “H-hello!” she called cautiously. Perhaps it was just someone lost. Or maybe it was only an animal, and she was being paranoid because some foul-tempered old woman had told her she was going to hell the day before. “Is anyone out there?”

              There was a pause, and then the rustling and crunching of leaves and earth continued, louder and closer. Nene frantically tried to think of a spell—something to freeze them, or confuse them. But when a shape finally moved in the darkness, all she could do was shriek, “Don’t hurt me!” and squeeze her eyes shut.

              Silence. No rustling, no movement. No attempt to seize her, or worse. Nene peeked an eye open, then the other. There was… nothing.

              “Meeeooow.”

              Nene jumped, then laughed. At the edge of the woods, mere feet from her garden, was a small black cat with golden eyes.

              “Well, hello there,” she said, crouching down and holding her hand out to it. “You sure gave me a fright, didn’t you? Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” The cat peered at her curiously, then took slow, cautious steps forward. When Nene reached to scratch it behind the ears, it flinched away. “I suppose people aren’t very kind to you, hm? Black cats are supposed to be a curse, you know. But I’m supposed to be cursed, too, and the only sign I see of it is in my love life. So I’m not afraid of curses.” The cat stepped toward her again. It seemed to her to be trying to communicate something with its eyes, some need or question. “Are you hungry little fella? I’ve got some catnip growing here.” The cat circled behind her, and in her squatted position it was awkward to turn to try to face it.

              “You shouldn’t feed strays. We’ll just keep coming back.” The voice came from directly behind her. Male. Dark. Amused, like he was laughing at her. Nene stumbled forward, whipping around to look at him once she was somewhat upright again. Where the cat should have been, there was a man dressed in fine black clothing, with choppy black hair and golden eyes. He was smiling at her, and the smile was not kind.

              “You—you—how, I—”

              His smile widened.

              “Hello there, little witch,” he said. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?” He looked her over like an animal eyeing its dinner. Nene pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

              “Wh-who are you? What do you want?” she managed to stammer. She tried to think of a spell, something to confuse him, or send him away. She didn’t have it in her to hurt someone, but she couldn’t expect the same of him. They were alone here by the woods, a long way from any neighbors that might care enough to help her.

              The man’s smile quickly morphed into a pout, and his eyebrows knit together. He stepped closer and leaned forward to peer at her. Nene made an odd squeaking sound and stepped back.

              “You haven’t been expecting me?” he asked. Before Nene could say anything, or think further about what to do, he reached out and took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “Hm. You really don’t know who I am.”

              “Y-yes, that would be why I asked,” she said, jerking her head to break free of his grip. He tapped his chin thoughtfully and began to circle her. “You do know what I am though, don’t you?”

              She didn’t. She had been too shocked, too frightened to see him as anything but some frightening man in her garden, possibly a warlock. But now that he asked, she didn’t know how she hadn’t sensed it, the power radiating off of him. The magic.

              “You’re a demon,” she said, her voice very audible. There was nothing she could do. No defense. What was her magic against a creature like him?

              The man gave her a small nod.

              “Tell me then, little witch,” he said. “How did you get your powers?”

              “I was born with them,” she said. Her voice was stronger—she’d had enough of that line of questioning over the years. He smiled at her, and she managed the courage to hold his gaze. She hoped he couldn’t tell that under her dress, her knees were shaking.

              “Were you now?” he said. “Oh, I do think I like you.”

              As he passed again on her left, he ghosted a hand through her long hair, watching as it faded from silver to green between his fingertips. The look in his eyes had changed into something less playful, just for a moment, and it did funny things to Nene’s already racing heart. Finally, he came to a stop in front of her again. The too-wide smile had reappeared.

              “I have a proposal for you,” he said. “I came tonight to claim something, but I can think of a much more entertaining game. How about a wager? What I want against what you want.”

              Nene narrowed her eyes.

              “What do you know about what I want?” she asked. His eyes narrowed slightly, but they still held their humor.

              “Oh, I can make some guesses,” he said. “I wager that in a week’s time, I will be able to tempt you into agreeing to… something. If I fail, I’ll be on my way, and I’ll never haunt your doorstep again. If I win, well. You’ll have agreed to my terms anyways.”

              “I don’t want any part in your wager,” she said. She tried to sound firm. Being firm with people who meant to manipulate her usually worked—it was a strategy a boy in town named Kou had taught her many years before.

              He shrugged.

              “Then I’ll just take what I came for and go,” he said, advancing toward her. Nene quickly scrambled back.

              “No!” she cried. She couldn’t imagine what horrible thing a demon could want to demand from her. “…Just a week? And once you fail, you’ll go.”

              He chuckled.

              “At once,” he said. “If I fail.”

              Nene scraped together the last of her courage and nodded. He would leave. She would lose nothing to him, face no harm whatsoever, as long as she simply said no to anything he might offer her. He would be gone.

              “Then it’s a deal.”

              His smile grew wider. Before she could react, he had wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his chest.

              “Do you know how demons usually seal their deals, little witch?” he asked, putting a hand under her chin to tilt her face up towards him. His gold eyes were hooded, locked onto her lips. Nene couldn’t form words, couldn’t form thoughts, as he slowly leaned in and—

              “No!” she cried, turning her face away. He stopped short. When she dared to peek at him, she saw his eyes were wide, like she’d startled him. That was a thought. Her, startling a demon. Then he laughed, and let go of her waist.

              “If you insist,” he said. He took her face in two large hands, tilted it slightly downward, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s sealed. We’ll begin tomorrow.” Before her eyes, he began to fade into nothingness. “Good luck, Miss Yashiro.”

[jadegreenimmortality]

ARIEL JUST STARTED CEO AU AND IM NOT OVER BUTLER DAZAI TEACHING YOU HOW TO DANCE

😭 Yeah, when I saw that AU what being revisited I just straight up skipped on reading it. I'm so sorry!! I just couldn't deal with even more brainrot in that moment. Also, I am STUCK IN THE BUTLER AU JUST AS YOU ARE and I like it here, thank you very much hehehe 💕.

There's just so much potential in the Butler AU 🥰. Power dynamics, forbidden relationships, subtle flirting and badass readers and demon butlers (hello yes, my mind can't avoid doing the Black Butler crossover).

Just imagine flirting with them if they were your butler. The thought is so hilarious to me 👏🏼😂.

Atsushi would be completely overtaxed with the situation. He's a diligent and deeply devoted butler, a bit clumsy sometimes, but always glad to be of service. He's had a secret crush on his master for years and always felt ashamed for it. But now they are giving him a smug smile and are gently, almost casually caressing his hand - w-w-what should he do???

Dazai would be a bit taken aback, but nonetheless pleasantly surprised and slightly smug. Of course he had noticed the way you looked at him and discreetly (or so you thought) gazes upon his frame when you thought he wouldn't notice. But he did notice, just as he did notice a blush creeping up your cheeks every time he leaned down to serve you your tea and your faces were close. Still, he didn't expect you to suddenly brush the hair out of his face and place a quick kiss on your cheek as he leaned forwaed yet another time to serve you. He isn't sure what to make of this, but he surely isn't going to decline your affection.

Chuuya is absolutely perplexed. You were the only priority in his life; your appreciation for his work and your warm smiles gave him a purpose he had long longed to find. So he didn't ask for a 'why' when you told him to kneel down before you. But he sure as hell didn't except the reason for it to be that you wanted to run your hand through his hair and softly tug a strand of it behind his ear. Your fingers are soft and warm, the unblemished skin of royalty, and no no he's surely not blushing.

Kunikida would lose his composure. He felt deeply honoured to be promoted to butler as his young age, much more to your personal butler and carried out his responsibilities with the utmost sense of duty. Never would he have dared to look at you in any other way than his master, it would have been very improper. So no, he didn't think much of it when you asked him to teach you the proper way to hold the billard cue. But as he was standing closely behind you to correcr your posture, as he felt you lean into his chest, he started questioning all his life resolutions.

Ango would be stunned. How was he supposed ro react to this? He was always working hard on fulfilling all his duties, but he had never bothered to pay much attention to your behaviour towards him. He was just another servant after all and he didn't expect you to pay any special attention to him, though he had to admit it was pleasant to hear you thank him for his work. You were his first masyer that ever bothered to recognize his efforts. Still, that didn't mean he expected you throw yourself into his arms one fateful night after a drink-filled soiree and drunkly snuggle your fave into his vest, telling him that he should carry you back to his carriage. But he obeyed and did his best to ignore the heat that crept up his neck as you burried your face on his shoulder.

Fukuzawa would be resigned, with a hint of well-hidden longing. He had been a butler for over a decade now and was an expert in reading his master's emotions and wishes. Of course he had noticed the rather shy behaviour of his new, young master whenever he was around. Of course he knew what it meant. But he never said a word about it. It wouldn't be right, even if he felt his heart soften every time he looked at their beautiful face. Still, here he was, sitting on their bedside and holding them in his arms, as consolation after a nightmare. They had called out to him and now that he felt their warmth in his arms, it cost him lot more will force not to slip a hand in their hair and draw them even closer than it should.

OH MY GOD I SWEAR THIS ISN'T WHAT I HAD PLANNED WHEN I STARTED ANSWERING THIS ASK HAHAHA, INSPIRATION JUST HIT ME HARD 😂😂😂😳 - anyways, I'm tagging a few people that I think may like this/participated in this AU 👉🏼👈🏼😖.

@kiyokoxd @bsdparadise @pompompurin1028 @requiem626k @alittlesimp

[writing-gifts]

okay im back with the 7th part of the incubus!doppio au! this chapter is really long compared to the other ones!

also I made the decision to make reader asexual in this story, I mentioned it on my blog already but saying at again since it’s mentioned this chapter. so there definitely wont be any smut in the future 

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@wasabi-mommy @mistabrainr0t @the-average-mastermind 

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It’s been 2 weeks since you last saw Doppio. He was most definitely avoiding you since you snapped at him, kind of. You realized you had upset him right after it happened too, but you didn't expect him to stop visiting because of it.

So when you weren't at work or trying to socialize with coworkers, you were by yourself. Being alone wasn't necessarily bad, but the whole time you'd end up dwelling on Doppio and stressing yourself out.

You tried to consider the positives, which there was one; Diavolo hadn't shown up either. But still, you missed your friend. And at this point, you were fed up with your thoughts going in circles. So instead of moping around your living room today too, you decide to go to the only other person you know nearby.

Retracing the steps you took with Doppio to get back home after your visit with the local witch--Was he the only witch in this area? You didn't know--you find your way back to the clearing in the forest with the giant lake and cabin.

Bruno looks surprised to find you at his door but lets you in. “I wasn't expecting you to come back.”

You shrug.

"By the way--" he says, "--it would be best not to wander too much in this forest. Many fae reside deeper within it and we don't want you running into any of them."

You nod since you didn't plan on going anywhere you hadn't been shown before anyway.

The comfortable looking couches around the fireplace are just what you need after that long walk. But as soon as you fall back into one of the loveseats, something sharp pricks your ass.

"Ow!" You shoot up and turn around. "What the hell…?"

A small pin you hadn't noticed was already occupying the seat. You pick it up and when Bruno sees what's in your hand he sighs.

"Okay, which one of you did it?" He sounds exasperated but stern.

There's no response and you wonder if the witch is talking to himself.

His brows furrow and he frowns, clearly frustrated by something.

He takes the pin from you. "Sorry about that ____."

"Uhh, it's fine? Accidents happen." You make sure there's nothing else in the seat and sit down. "...Who were you talking to?"

"My kids."

"You have kids?" You have never heard any noise or seen anything in the house that would imply that. Were they hiding?

Bruno drops the pin in the drawer of the small, wooden table next to the couch. He then takes a seat in the loveseat across from yours. “Well in a way. It's more like I just let them reside here.”

You were still confused but Bruno continues speaking before you can inquire more.

"Why'd you decide to visit?"

"I'm going to be honest. I was feeling a little lonely."

"No visitors?"

You rub at your arm and your slight frown becomes a full pout. "Yea…"

You didn't even have a certain cat anymore to help break the silence at home. Of course you weren't going to admit that part.

"Well that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"No. I already told you I want Doppio to stay with me, so it actually is."

Bruno hums. "I'm just trying to help you ____."

"You think you're helping me? Things don't have to go your way you know."

The witch looks completely unfazed by your words. “One day you'll understand and hopefully without you getting hurt.”

You deeply exhale. Talking to Bruno reminded you of a brick wall and you couldn't even find it in you to get mad.

"Wow…"

He raises a brow. "What?"

“You're stubborn as hell.”

"The same goes to you."

The two of you are quiet after that and the witch watches you. You felt like he was trying to see into your head and it made sitting still hard.

“Do you need something?” you ask.

“You're the one in my house ____.”

“Yea but you don't have to stare so hard...”

“You came here for another reason. Tell me.”

Caught off guard you take longer than usual to respond. You didn't know how Bruno could tell but it was best if you just said what you needed to instead of beating around the bush.

"Okay...I did. I was wondering about the exorcism, but not for Doppio--for Diavolo." You look down at your lap. "Do you think it's possible to exorcise him without hurting Doppio? I'm not even really sure how their whole situation works to be honest.”

You look to Bruno wondering if he had any answers.

"....A demon possessing a demon--that's what's most likely happening."

"Huh? That sounds strange."

"It is very peculiar, but I can't say it's impossible. So maybe there's a way to do an exorcism like you wanted."

Bruno's familiar swims by, above the fireplace and his eyes follow the eel. "Leone told me you two don't get along," he mentions.

"Me and Diavolo? Well yea. I'm sure you know he wants to kill me."

"Yes." His eyes land back on you. "That's why I'm not completely onboard with your idea."

"Okay but don't you think it would be better to at least get rid of one demon who definitely wants to hurt me instead of none?"

"I can't guarantee it; there's a chance it won't work and we'll only piss him off. Then you'd possibly be in more danger. It would make more sense and be much easier to get rid of both of them."

You frown but you weren't giving up. "Diavolo already has it out for me though. So not trying because of that is kinda pointless."

The rebuttal you just gave was weak and you weren't sure you could come up with anymore. So the longer Bruno takes to reply the more nervous you become.

"Listen, I'm not saying I'll do this but I'll at least look into it," he finally says.

You perk up. Even though you couldn't say he seemed convinced, you could at least work with it!

"T-Thank you! I'll even help!" You stand up eager to start. "Where do you want me to look first?" you ask.

From then on, you spend your off days at Bruno's home looking for any information about exorcism within his many books. A lot of which were in languages you didn't understand.

Surprising to you, Bruno turns out to be pretty good company when he isn't actively trying to get rid of Doppio. And you quickly find yourself enjoying coming over. It was the perfect distraction too.

You also now had the chance to really take in how cool the witch's house was. It felt like you were at the aquarium whenever you walked through it! So at first, you did a lot of that whenever you needed a break. Bruno's familiar which you found out was named Angeela, would swim along with you and keep you company. And even though there were no other fish it was still really relaxing.

But soon, strange things started to occur. Doors closing behind you. Items falling on top of you. It happened one too many times and started to freak you out so you brought it up with Bruno. It seemed to stop right after that though so you shrugged it off and decided to focus more on researching from then on.

During one of your visits, you focus a little too hard and accidentally end up staying too late. And there's no way for you to traverse back home safely so Bruno insists you stay in the spare guest room.

After dinner, you're ready to quietly head to bed for the night, but while you're cleaning your face, Abbacchio walks into the bathroom.

You raise a brow at the cat. You'd only seen hints of him this whole week. "What the hell?"

"Is there a problem?" The cat jumps up on the counter barely looking your way.

"Yea, you just walked in here without warning. What if I was changing you weirdo?"

"Then you wouldn't have left the door cracked open."

You roll your eyes and go back to what you're doing. "Where did you even come from?"

"None of your business. You don't want me around you anyway so it shouldn't matter."

"I said my house. I don't care what you do outside of it."

You wash off your hands and grab the tooth brush Bruno gave you. It's quiet except for the sink water running and the sound of you brushing your teeth. But you feel like you have to talk with Abbacchio in the room.

You spit in the sink. “Umm...is there something you need from me?”

The cat’s tail twitches before he answers. “Just making sure you don't do anything stupid."

Your lips purse. You were literally just trying to get ready for bed.

"Okay?" You go back to brushing.

The cat huffs. "You should stop trying to keep Doppio around. You're literally wasting time--"

“Ah, that's why you came in here," you interrupt through a mouthful of foam. You spit. "....I don't understand why everyone keeps doing this.”

"Doing what?" The cat sounds and looks irritated.

"Telling me this and that! I'm going to stay with Doppio and nothing you, Bruno, or Diavolo say is going to chase me off."

You expect to get lectured some more but Abbacchio glares at you. "Please don't tell me you aren't actually in love with him?" he asks.

"What are you talking about? I just want to stay with him because we're friends."

"You barely know him. It must be 'love'...or lust."

You shake your head. "Lust's definitely not it."

Abbacchio tilts his head but you weren't exactly in the mood to explain asexuality right now, especially to a feline, so you leave it at that and go back to brushing your teeth.

He squints at you. “Okay then. You're definitely in denial about your feelings though.”

"Can't friends care about each other--"

"Yes but that takes years. You're ready to throw your safety to the wind for someone you've known for a few months. You need to be careful before this crush gets out of hand."

You let out the most frustrated sigh. "Doppio wouldn't hurt me. I trust him."

"Hmph, you don't even understand this world but you think you know better."

You pause unsure how to respond. You wanted to say something back but he unfortunately had a point. This supernatural stuff was still new to you and you were honestly processing it kind of slowly.

Since you knew you weren't getting in the last word with Abbacchio and you were tired of being scolded by a cat, you rinse off your toothbrush and leave the restroom.

----

You open your eyes and stare at the unfamiliar ceiling for a several seconds before getting out of bed. You forgot to bring a glass of water with you and there was no way you would be able to get back to sleep with such a dry throat. So you creep out of your room.

The blueish glow from the tanks help light your way down the hallway to the kitchen. You see Angeela pass by before turning back and swimming along with you.

You smile before whispering. "Just getting water.”

The eel continues to follow you all the way to the kitchen. You rub at your arms once you enter to fend off the unusual chill in the room. Unfortunately, this was common in Bruno’s home. You suspected a draft problem but the witch didn’t seem to care.

Angeela swims out of view while you hurry and look for a glass so you can get back to your warm bed.

Once you find one in the cupboards, you fill it with water from the sink's tab and quench your thirst before filling it again. You move to leave but stop at the kitchen's entrance and look back at the refrigerator. You might as well eat something while you’re here.

Ready to grab the leftover food Bruno made for dinner, you open the fridge and scream. The glass you’re holding falls from your hand and shatters on the floor. And you slam the fridge door shut.

Abbacchio’s the first to appear in the kitchen. “There better be a good reason you’re yelling!"

“Something in the fridge--A HEAD--I don't know!”

Right after that Bruno rushes in. “What's wrong ____?”

“Something weird in the fridge--a head! I was just looking in the fridge because I was kinda hungry!”

Bruno pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fugo and Narancia come out now!”

A second passes before something phases into form in front of the annoyed witch. Then right after something small and sparkly flies out from behind the dish rack next to the sink. But you've barely registered the second thing cause there’s a little ghost kid standing there!

He had a tealish glow and you could see right through him.

A shiver runs up your spine and you want to run out of this cabin.

“Do either of you want to explain why ____ says they saw a head in the fridge?” Bruno asks. His breath is visible from how cold it's gotten.

The ghost looks down at his feet avoiding eye contact. The glowing light next to the ghost didn’t seem keen on answering either.

“Brats,” Abbacchio says before walking out of the kitchen.

"Narancia t-told me to…" the ghostly child's voice sounds watery and distant.

Bruno sighs before looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

“I...It’s okay,” you lie.

And you guess Bruno can tell because he stares at you strangely before speaking again. “Well I suppose I should introduce you to them since we all are here. This is Fugo." He points to the ghost. "And this is Narancia.”

You risk getting closer to the glowing small creature flying in the air and realize that they look like a shrunken child with wings.

“A...pixie?” you ask. You can barely believe your eyes but should you be surprised at this point?

"I think...I need to go to sleep," you say.

“Okay,” Bruno says, understanding. “Are you sure you're fine?”

“Uh huh.” You’re about to speed walk to the guest room, but remember the glass on the floor.

“Oh wait do you have a broom?" you ask the witch. "I-I'm sorry…”

“I'll take care of it.”

You nod and go back to your room. You wouldn't be wandering around Bruno's home again at night, if you ever stayed the night again that is.

-----

When you open your front door to walk out, you immediately tense up in surprise. Doppio's standing there, holding the key you gave him.

"Doppio!"

" ____--"

The both of you stop talking.

The incubus frowns and fidgets with the key in his hand. "Er ____...I'm sorry for keeping things from you! I really missed you.”

You hum but can't get any words out. For some reason you felt uncomfortable and timid.

“____?”

You clench your hands next to your sides and force yourself to speak. “I shouldn't have said what I did and especially not that harshly. I-I'm sorry and I missed you too.”

Doppio seems to relax but you stand in place awkwardly, struggling to make proper eye contact.

“That's okay ____. I understand why you were upset.”

"Yea but still…"

"Um, is it okay if we hug?" Doppio asks.

His expression is shy but he doesn't look away which makes you smile. You nod and open your arms. Your friend walks into them wrapping his own arms around you and giving you a squeeze. He smells like something sugary but you can't place it.

Once you're satisfied, you let your arms drop and pull away from the incubus.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He tilts his head. “Weren't you heading somewhere though?”

“I can go later. It’s not urgent.”

Doppio nods and walks past you inside. You shut the door and the two of you sit down on the couch.

“So what were you up to the last several weeks?” A question that you hoped would make any left over awkwardness disperse.

“I was on business for the boss.”

“Of course...Maybe he’ll finally stop being so angry with me.”

Doppio looks confused before his eyes widen, "Not that type of business!"

“Oh! What type of stuff then?"

"Um...making sure people stick to agreements. I don't think you'd want me to go into detail."

He gives a bit of a forced laugh. So you move on.

"Hey, you're okay right?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“Like you're not dying or anything? Diavolo said you would just lose your powers, but I just want to make sure.”

“Oh that. Yeah, I'm okay! I don't need sex to stay alive...”

You nod. “I guess I'm still trying to wrap my head around this incubus stuff--well demon stuff in general." You suddenly remember the events that happened at Bruno's house recently. “Actually, supernatural stuff overall. Soooo...just wondering, is it possible to exorcise a demon out of a demon?”

He grimaces slightly. “____, what are you trying to do?”

“I'm just speculating, but maybe we could get rid of Diavolo.”

Doppio's eyes widen. "N-no way. Why?"

”Don't you want to? He's literally leeching off of you.”

You liked Doppio...a lot and you wanted him to stay by your side but dealing with his alter ego frankily sucked. You had been able to tolerate him (barely) but after not having him come in and threaten you for the past couple weeks, any qualms (if there were any to begin with) about getting rid of Diavolo were gone. You just needed to get Doppio onboard.

“I don't know…I know he can be a lot but he's not all bad.”

You stare unbelieving at him. “Doppio, I think you might be codependent. He's literally the worst type of person.”

He avoids your eyes. "Well technically he's not even a person--"

“Demon whatever, he still sucks.”

"I don't think this is a good idea ____. He might be listening right now!"

That wasn't about to stop you. And even though Doppio didn't like to act like it, he had more control over this body than his "boss". The fact that Diavolo hasn't appeared to rip you apart proved that.

“If it doesn't work you can put all the blame on me. He won't hurt his own vessel anyways.”

“I'm not worried about me ____."

You smile a bit at his concern. "If we get this to work then you'll never have to worry about me."

Doppio sighs. "I guess...How are you even planning to do this?”

“Well, I've been visiting Bruno while you were gone.”

The incubus immediately looks disgruntled.

“Don't make that face okay. I actually managed to get him to consider doing things a different way.”

“B-But what if he's just using this as a way to get our guard down?”

“We are just researching. I haven't agreed to anything just yet. I really just want to know if it's possible…And wouldn't it be nice to have your own body?”

Doppio nods but still looks unsure.

“So let's just see what happens?” you say hoping to give him that little push he needs.

"Well if it's just research...it can't hurt to look into it?"

You nod and smile. “Right! I'll let you know if anything comes up.”

[ping-ping-ying]

ATEEZ as Yanderes! PT. 1/11

⚠️WARNING⚠️ : toxic relationships, mental, physical, and emotional abuse, mentions of death/murder, descriptive violence, kidnapping,

⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ : these are ALL FICTIONAL, and my OWN personal opinions and perceptions on the boys. Yanderes are NOT to be taken lightly or romanticized, these types of people are REAL and are/can be very dangerous. These kinds of stories are ONLY for entertainment. If you know anyone like this in real life, please get help!

HONGJOONG ⚖

Worship Yandere

"I'll do anything for you! I'll even kill for you! Please use me however you want!"

Hongjoong DEFINITELY strikes me as the worship yandere

Stalking would be highly likely

So he can know exactly what you like and don't like

Whether it be clothes, movies, your favorite historical event, it didn't natter

He took EXTREME action into knowing everything about you before he actually confronted you

When he first met you, he didn't just fall in love with your personality, but EVERYTHING about you

You didn't know but he was basically putty in your hands

Not that you would ever know

At first you were weirded out by him, due to him being so quiet, and his wandering eyes always staring at you

If you are upset, he will do ANYTHING to make you feel better

Someone at work/school made you upset?

You heard the news of that persons death the following week

You wanted a new pair of shoes that you couldn't afford?

Expect to have a whole closet filled with new shoes

No matter what you do, HE WILL NEVER hurt you

Like- ever

You could betray him, from the point of no return and he'd still worship you

Hongjoong doesn't care if you don't love him, he will still aim to please you at all times

He doesn't like killing people, he will only kill if they seem like a threat to you or your happiness

Doesn't realize he's being too clingy and possessive

But you say nothing in fear of hurting him

Hongjoong isn't that big of a softie once you get to know him

His cute, shy, and introvert persona would fade gradually over time

It was actually unnoticeable since the shift in character was cleverly planned out

Eventually you caught him in the act of beating up one of your friends because he was jealous that you were spending more time with them than with him

You called off your relationship immediately

He wouldn't fight you on the matter

But that won't stop him from secretly buying you things or taking care of your "problems"

SEONGHWA ⚖

Sadistic Yandere

"It hurts? That's your fault! Next time learn your lesson and stop looking at other men!"

I know exactly what you're thinking

"WOULDN'T THIS BE SAN?!"

I have thought about it, and to me Seonghwa strikes me as this type of Yandere the most

Seonghwa was also HIGHLY intelligent

He knew EXACTLY how to make you fall for him

It didn't matter how long it took

You were going to be his

Made sure to be your typical Wattpad fan fiction boy, whether you wanted him to be that "bad boy" or "good boy"

In the end he decided to try the good boy persona

When he met you, everything had to be perfect

He rehearsed lines ahead of time, and practiced until he had the courage to face you

It was at a summer carnival event, he helped you win a prize at the strength game

From the moment you looked into his eyes, you were putty in his hands

After almost a year of knowing each other, and a couple months of dating, things were going great

That was, until you decided to hang out with your old friends from high school

You invited Seonghwa to be your date to the gathering, and it was hell for him

The way you completely disobeyed his unspoken rules of talking to other men that wasnt him

The final straw that made him break his character was when it was time to leave and you have your male friend a big hug while giving him that smile that makes Seonghwas heart melt

When you got home he grabbed and dragged you to the bedroom

"Seonghwa what are you-"

SLAPPED YOU DEAD ACROSS YOUR FACE AND DID NOT GIVE TWO FUCKS

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

*SLAP*

"STOP IT WHAT-"

He smacked you a couple more times before he pushed you on the bed and decided you needed a lesson

Would torture you, sexually or plain physically

Don't scream or beg, it only fuels his drive to punish you

Will not stop until HE beileves you learned your lesson

YUNHO ⚖

Self-Harm Yandere

"Hey... look at me... look at me... look, there's so much blood coming out..."

Through your relationship, Yunho was pretty normal

Until you accidentally forgot to give him his goodnight kiss and hug

It was ONE night, because you were so exhausted from working/school and you passed out on the couch

In his mind, that one mistake told him that you didn't love him anymore

This Yandere has two sub units

One where they start harming themselves in private, and the second one, harming themselves openly

Yunho started off doing it privately

He planned this strategically

When you noticed cuts and bruises on his wrist the next day, you questioned him frantically

To which he nonchalantly explained that he hurt himself at the gym

But you weren't an idoit

You KNEW these particular kinds of injuries were caused by self harming

But you didn't press the issue because you assumed it was a sensitive topic for him, and didn't want to trigger him

Yunho began to lose trust in you

He was scared you would end up leaving him one day

All because of that ONE night

Even though after that one night, the normal goodnight kisses and hugs continued

But to Yunho it wasn't the same

So when you came home one day later in the evening, you and Yunho got into an argument

A very HEATED argument

It ended up with you saying his WORST FEAR

"If you don't stop this right now, we are over !"

That's when he snapped

"You're breaking up with me?!"

"If you don't stop acting like a selfish jackass then yes!"

Honey that's all he needed to hear to send him into a frenzy

He started punching himself in the face, to the point where his mouth started bleeding

"YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT!"

He ignored you and then grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen and sliced all over his arms, legs, torso, and face

You began to cry, and fear for your life

You backed up and was about to dial 911 when he yelled out,

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I'LL KILL MYSELF! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL DO IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!"

You acted quickly and raced over to him cautiously trying to get him to stop

"Yunho baby I'm not leaving you!"

"LIAR!"

"Honey I didn't mean what I said! We were arguing and I just said something cruel but please know that I won't leave you ever! I love you."

"YOU PROMISE?!"

"I promise now stop hurting yourself please!"

Yunho did what you asked and then started to break down and cry

You engulfed him in a big hug and whispered sweet nothings into his ear

All the while, Yunho smirked, and smiled wickedly while crying

His plan worked

There was no way you were ever going to leave him now

Or so he thought........

YEOSANG ⚖

Stalker Yandere

"Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?"

Yeosang is a man who likes to live off the radar

No one really seems him or acknowledges his existence unless he makes himself known

So stalking you everyday was no problem

You were oblivious to the fact he stalked you day and night

But that doesn't mean you didn't have any strange feelings

For the past three years you always had this sense of uneasiness

You didn't know how to explain it exactly

But you felt that you were always on the defense

Ready for something unexpected to happen to you

And not in a good way

Whenever you confessed these feelings, people would laugh and say that you're paranoid

And yes you were paranoid, because your psyche never lies, it's there for a reason

"I'm serious! Maybe I'm being stalked or something."

"Who would want to stalk you? You don't do anything."

A brutal attack, but the statement was true nonetheless

But that never set your psyche at ease

And the most fucked up thing about your whole "paranoia" was that Yeosang was in your life

He was your neighbor

And the two of you were quite acquainted

Granted Yeosang didn't exactly LIVE in that house down the street, but you'd never know

He would take run around the neighborhood for exercise and would stop to talk to you if he saw you

He played the role of the normal neighbor a little TOO well

Stalking Yanderes CAN be violent, but Yeosang wasn't

It would ruin his ability to stalk you in peace

He never hurt your, or the people around you

One day he told you a riddle that had you stumped completely

You loved when he told you riddles because it was like a little traditional thing whenever you two say each other

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it."

This riddle had you stumped for days, and you didn't want to cheat by looking it up online

So by magic chance two days later, at night when you were laying in bed in the dark trying to sleep, the answer hit you

Instead of getting giddy with excitement that you fianlly figured out his riddles like you usually did, it made you feel, puzzled

The way his voice sounded as he told you the riddle

The smile that was staining his face as he did, had your psyche going crazy

You needed to calm yourself, because it was just a riddle, nothing more, and nothing less

So you drifted off into sleep and mumbled the words,

"A shadow."

SAN ⚖

Training Yandere

"Say you love me... SAY IT, SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME! SAY IT!"

This is why I didn't label San as the sadistic Yandere

Even though he could have easily slipped into that category

But not with this one chile

Unlike the Sadistic Yandere, San doesn't like causing you pain, it hurts him deeply to see you in pain

A lot of Atinys (myself included) are so used to San being labeled as "the demon" or "possessed" when it comes to his stage presence or when it comes to NSFW AUs

But you need to remember that San is actually a bubbly, clingy little cupcake off stage

So that's why I stuck him with the Training Yandere

But you need to be trained, so he has no choice but to hurt you

He easily kidnapped you after breaking into your home and drugging your food.

You didn't know who San was, never saw him a day in your life

But San was convinced that you'd known each other for years

(I can also sense a tiny bit of the Delusional Yandere in this one, but like I said A TINY bit)

In the basement you were, chained to a chair like an animal

He came skipping down the stairs happily and had a plate of food for you

"Now you can eat if you say the magic words."

"Please?"

San chuckled at your response

In normal situations yes that is the magic word, but San said "words" not "word".

"No that's not it."

"Well then what it is?"

"You know what it is silly."

The confused look on your face made San beileve you were lying, and that you were just being a brat

He hated brats

"Alright I see you're still going with this-"

He brought out his bag filled with torture equipment

And that's when you lost all sense of reality

You kept telling yourself that you were dreaming

It was the only logical explanation for this situation

"Awe don't cry, just say the magic words and you can be free of your restraints."

"....."

"The magic words are "I love you".

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! I DON'T LOVE YOU! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!

(Y/N why couldn't you just play along tsk tsk)

"Oh boy, I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this."

The first tool he got out was a hammer, a big, hammer

And he released one of your hands only to hold it down on the table next to him

"You have ten fingers, let's see if you can say the words before we get to ten."

He aimed for your pointer finger and slammed the hammer down on it with all his might

"One."

You screamed bloody murder as you felt the pain shoot through your body

But you still didn't say anything

He slammed the hammer on your middle finger

"Two."

You still didn't say anything, how could you with all the pain you're in

The next finger

"Three."

No response

The next finger

"Four."

No response

San was getting frustrated, but didn't show it

He eventually broke all ten of your fingers, and was amazed at your strength of not giving in

But that's just the more violent he had to be

Next on the list, was your face

He slapped and punched you repeatedly, blood getting everywhere and your vision becoming blurry

But you STILL didn't give in

San had enough

He grabbed a knife from his bag and held it at your feet

This was also the final straw for you

You can live with broken fingers, but not feet

"SAN! I- I LOVE YOU!"

"What?"

"I'm sorry for being a brat, please forgive me! I love you!"

"Oh darling! I knew it!"

Of course you were lying, but he didn't know that

[phoenixrisesoncemore]

That wonderful “What If” style MDZS/CQL AU (what if WWX as MXY never played WangXian at Dafan Mountain) has made me think about an idea I first had roughly around the time I first started reading the novel (after watching CQL). I feel like I’ve seen something similar to this posted on Tumblr, but I can’t find it (at least not with a cursory search). If you know of a similar idea out there please post in the notes or let me know! Anyway, the idea is basically the inverse of the above:

WWX is dead and gone.

MXY is just MXY who has been trained in “demonic” cultivation and coached to pretend to be WWX for nefarious means (has he been weaponized by JGY for some purpose? Or by NHS?) Maybe MXY had a low level of cultivation when it came to traditional cultivation techniques, but actually excelled at “demonic” cultivation.

MXY even learned or was taught WangXian, after a record of the melody made its way into JGY’s treasure room. How? I tend to headcanon that LWJ played Wangxian at night sometimes after WWX’s death when he didn’t think anyone could hear him. But LXC hears it from time to time while walking past and thinks the melody is lovely in a deeply bittersweet way, even if he suspects this is a song that carries a lot of pain for his little brother—he’s certain it has something to do with Wei Ying. And maybe one evening after a particularly hard day, while he’s at Jin Lin Tai with JGY, he’s playing Liebing and “WangXian,” that lovely, sad melody he just can’t get out of his head, slips out. JGY asks what it is, and LXC, embarrassed but trusting of JGY (I mean, he canonically vents about LWJ’s love life with the man), tells him what he suspects. And JGY nods, and silently files that melody and bit of information away as ammunition. After all, unlike LXC, Lord Light-Bearer is a hard nut to crack, and could be a thorn in his side one day.

LWJ meets MXY on Dafan Mountain as in canon, hears him play WangXian, and comes to the same conclusion as in canon, except this time he’s wrong. Maybe he notices some things aren’t quite right, but MXY is a very good actor, and having WWX alive again is more than LWJ could have hoped for, and it clouds his judgement just enough.

And MXY is so happy to have someone love him so much, especially someone like LWJ, that he feels terrible about deceiving him, but also too horrified by what revealing who he really is to LWJ would do to him to dare tell him the truth.

Any maybe LXC asks LWJ one day how it is he can know for sure that this person is WWX (because LXC suspects he is not, and his little brother just very much wants him to be) and so LWJ tells him: because he knew the song LWJ wrote for him, the song he only ever played for Wei Ying. And LXC, who has started to suspect not everything is as on the up and up with JGY as he once thought, goes very pale.

Plausible? Probably not. Painful? Yes.

[juyeonau-main]

drifted

pairing: eric x reader ft. sunwoo, hyunjae and younghoon

genre: angst, suggestive, exes au, requested

word count: 2.2k

requested by: anon

warnings: bad breakup, mature language, mature themes, alcohol intake, smoking, parties, mentions of vomit, blood, anxiety 

prompt: “all my demons have your smile, in the city of angels” from la la lost you by niki

synopsis: after some time avoiding each other even if it was inevitable, he called you very late at night, wanting two things before he leaves; a last kiss and some closure.

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“Eric what’s wrong please tell me, please just tell me what the hell you’re thinking! We’re so detached from one another, we’ve drifted apart. Please I wanna know what’s keeping you so quiet nowadays, please tell me!” you say as you walk behind him in the hallways. Not even caring if other people watched. He walks to the end of the hallway to the door to the field. You grab his arm and he shakes it off you, looking at you with a soft frown with harsh eyes. 

“I’m breaking up with you, I’m tired, leave me alone.” he says. You gasp, “I don’t understand why are you being like this?” He flinches at the face you made. He hated seeing you in pain, and the moment you asked him the question your voice croaked as your mouth quivered. 

He breathes deeply, “I just want to be alone.” 

So you left him, clenching your fists as you stomp away with tears falling out of your eyes.

“Y/n baby!” you hear Hyunjae say with his arms open, and Sunwoo called for you as he walked by the halls. But the moment you looked at him, his face frowned, eyebrows furrowed and pulled you to him, hugging you as you cried. 

★

You sigh as you sit on the rooftop of your friend’s house. Currently at a house party you never wanted to attend. Hyunjae was lonely, needed company, but he didn’t seem to need you the moment more and more people mistook his small gathering as a ‘party.’ 

And there he goes, in the swimming pool with only his boxers and a bottle of vodka. You roll your eyes. You would usually want to join in on the fun, but today wasn’t a good day. Hyunjae knew that, and that’s why he wanted a ‘small’ gathering in the first place. Maybe you gave him the benefit of the doubt, that the people just suddenly appeared was out of his control. Besides, this could help him cope with the emptiness he was feeling.

The feeling of losing someone. 

But why were you so bothered that night you avoided contact with the people you liked to have fun with? Why is it so easy for you to leave parties when you’re usually the last to leave? 

Because on the walk to Hyunjae’s, you’ve seen the boy who’s broken your heart. “Sohn Eric.” you mumble his name as you look at the night sky. You and him had a pretty stable relationship, but there was always something off with him the few months before he finally left you. Eric had been your best friend since pre-school, decided to date you so suddenly in the tenth grade, and now as you’re about to graduate, he breaks it off. It’s been a few months, one more and it’s been half a year since you’ve been together. You think it was shitty, him breaking it off with you so coldly like those years never meant anything. And it was during your midterms too, how could someone be so selfish? Couldn’t he at least wait after midterms?

As much as you’d like to avoid him, he’s always there. What could you do? You both are literally on the same campus, you’re friends with his friends even before you were together, your best friend is Kim Sunwoo who’s literally always with him too. You hug your legs, resting your chin on your knees as your eyes follow Hyunjae swimming from side to side in a drunken state. 

You stayed quiet for a while, but you felt someone tap your shoulder. “Sunwoo, hey.” you tell him, patting the space beside you. He was only in his boxers too, hair dripping wet, probably swam. And he reeked of alcohol. “Are you drunk and horny? Cause I’d rather not do it with you. You’re hot, but drunk, and I’ve lost enough people by locking lips with them, but then again I’m pretty lonely.” 

Sunwoo chuckles, “I’m a bit tipsy but Hyunjae drinking in the pool made the vodka mix into the water. It’s for sure ninety percent alcohol and ten percent water now if it was possible. I smell horrible but yeah, swimming was… interesting. Wish you were there with me fucking everyone up though.” 

“Probably not, but please tell Hyunjae to take it easy, I’m fucking concerned.” you say with a sigh. 

He hums, “let him. He’s the older one between us three, and he’d beat my ass if I try anything. He’s probably in his own world now.” 

You both look up, thoughts both filled up your minds as you count each star, and how Sunwoo traced each one together. But he found the silent too awkward and broke it off, with something he knew you couldn’t stay silent about. “I heard the Eric thing. How are you both by the way? I asked him but he never told me about it. And we’re the closer ones, so could you give me anything?”

“Funny. I’m vulnerable and you use this tactic on me to talk, I hate you.” you grunt and moved further. 

Sunwoo scrunches his nose and slides, sitting closer to you than before. Both shoulders touching, you could already feel the cloth of your sweater getting drenched with the wetness of his skin. “Though, I kinda owe you an answer since you literally worked your ass off to keep us together whenever we fought. But I honestly don’t know. Like we’ve broken up, we’re trying to leave it in the past, but we can’t seem to face each other; which is fine, like I’d want to see his face.”

“It’s a face you kissed.” Sunwoo says, making the kiss sound.

You cringe at him and say a cold, “whatever.”

He laughs and asks you, “had Eric he’d ever try? Like to get back with you?” 

And your answer, “I don’t know. I blocked his number so he probably couldn’t call me.” 

Sunwoo pouts at your statement and wraps an arm around your shoulders. You try to swat him away, “you’re going to make me wet!” you say as you try to push him from you, but realizing the statement you just made you mentally face palmed. “That sounds so wrong fuck!” you say and giggle at yourself. Sunwoo still hadn’t let go, you could feel his warmth around you and his warm breath by your cheek. 

You don’t know what it is but the sudden company of Sunwoo had made you crave something. A tender touch perhaps? A small kiss? You denied him before he even tried anything, nor not even knowing if he had the intention to or not. Were you lonely? Maybe, but you didn’t know what was happening. Yes you had a bit to drink before the small gathering was thrashed for you, but you felt sober. “Sunwoo I-” you say, he looks at you but before you could’ve done anything your phone rings beside you with an unknown caller. 

“Answer, it looks familiar.” he says with a smile. “Well, I’ll go because I’m literally slipping. Also, tell me what happens, okay?” he waves and you were left dumbfounded. 

“Sunwoo what do you...mean.” you look back and he was no longer there. How slick. 

You answer your phone, shakily bringing up to your ear. Sunwoo’s words add onto your anxiety. “Hello?” you say with a shaky breath. 

And the moment the opposite line began to speak, you froze. “Y/n, go home, I’m at your front door, I need to tell you something.” and he ends the call. You didn’t know what to feel, but your body moved for you.

You quickly go down the rooftop, climbing down the tree and walking inside the house. Bottles everywhere, food scattered. The smell of smoke, bottles and vomit were everywhere. There was even dried blood by the living room. You go to the front door, meeting Younghoon by the staircase with a cigarette. “Leaving so soon?” 

“Too boring for me.” you tell him. 

He shrugs, “it’s cause you’re sober.”

“I don’t need to be drunk to have fun. Now I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, hopefully you’re not as ruined as the rest.” you give him a genuine smile, and he replies with a grin. He takes a puff on his stick and you grab your coat by the side, and head out. 

It wasn’t a long walk. You had your hands in your pocket as you took your time to get home. You were nervous, you could’ve just blocked the number, but something told you to just give him what you wanted. 

After a few more minutes, there was the boy who’d requested for your appearance, strangely at your own home sitting at the front porch. As you open the gate and enter, he looks up and stands. “Y/n.” 

“Say what you want and leave.” Maybe you were too harsh on him. But as you feel guilty you remember the scene that liked to reappear in your dreams. 

“What if I want to be with you for now?”

You scoff at him, looking at him wide eyed as you try to repeat what he’d just said. “Excuse me?” you say, holding yourself back without giving him a slap. 

“I’d like to be with you, and I just… I know this is the right thing to do. So please hear me out before I say my last goodbye.” 

“Last hello too, huh.” you say in spite. 

He sighs, “please just let me, please?” he pleads, giving you the tilt of the head you can’t seem to resist. “Okay, then we’ll talk inside.” you say and push him to the side. 

You crouch as you lift your home’s rug, grabbing the key and unlocking your home. “Come on.” you say as your gesture for him to come inside with a nod. 

You both settle down on your living room’s couch as Eric sits comfortably. You hated it, the way he’s being so calm while you’re about to burst. The mere sight of him hurt you, and you were really hurt. But how could he come here and act like he never did anything? 

“I miss you, all my demons have your smile, in the city of angels.” he says so suddenly, but you hadn’t bought it. 

“If you’re going to sweet talk me, just leave.” 

He frowns, and leans towards you. You moved back, yet he crawled on the couch, til you leaned on its end. You push him off, a look of horror on your face, the feeling of betrayal once again, heart pounding as he looked at you with sad eyes. His hand on his chest as he tried to calm it down. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you say. Spitting out more shouts of anger, getting nearer and nearer on him on the couch. You get on his lap as you hit his chest, but your thighs wrapping unconsciously around him like it was always used to. He held your hands and hugged you. 

“I’m leaving Y/n. I’m moving… back to LA.” He looks at your eyes. You pushed yourself away from him. 

You open your mouth, looking around you as you try to form a sentence. You force out your words, each space filled with a choked sob. “Is this why you broke up with me?” You wanted to throw up. It was too much for you to handle, this was too much. 

“I thought it would be better if… you end up hating me.”

Your hand comes in contact with his cheek. “I’m fine with a fucking long distance relationship! I’m fine! Why didn’t you tell me? We always told each other that…” you say, but you were dissociating. Your head spinning, you look at his eyes. You’ve seen this before, like deja vu. 

“Because I won’t be coming back. I’d stay there, and I don’t want you to be lonely. I know Sunwoo likes you. I just know he’d be a better fit. Besides, you would’ve dated him if he asked first.” Eric says with a chuckle. 

“But you’re the one I love Eric.” you say softly. Yet your mood changes quick, “fuck you. You’re just saying this for your selfish gain. You’re the one who doesn’t want to suffer.” you say, sobs in between. 

You wipe your tears. Eric stays silent for a moment, and maybe you were right. Maybe he doesn’t want to suffer, he doesn’t have the patience to wait til he could finally go back. And you were his first girlfriend. Time spent with you was vulnerable, but maybe you needed to break apart. Maybe you two were never meant for each other. 

“Can I at least have one last request?” he asks. You remove your hands from your eyes. Face puffy and eyes sore. Eric was right in front of you with a sad smile, and you couldn’t help but just give in, nodding weakly. 

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. You gasp at his sudden action, but you thought to yourself that this was meant to happen. And crashes your lips together, feeling each other's tears run down your faces. 

Closure.