#and for once. what do i have to look forward to. what hope do i have. for a job for a life for love.

[cherrybr4t]

pretty boys bring you to heaven - jeon wonwoo (m)

CONTENT WARNINGS: biker bf!wonwoo, jealous wonwoo (hehe.), SMUT!, unprotected p in v, oral (f rec), praise ��, marking up (f rec), creampie, slightly possessive wonu, overused trope but! dom!wonwoo, sub fem!reader, kitchen counter sex 😔

WC: 2k

A/N: hello..fulfilling my inner teen wattpad days with a cliche scenario & trope. but. hot jealous biker bf wonwoo. one for me pls. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this 😔 (slightly inspired by real life events)

enjoy! <3

"sorry miss, excuse me... my friends and i were over there and we thought you were really pretty.. any chance we could get your digits?"

you were already freezing outside the izakaya restuarant, waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up. said boyfriend was about 10 minutes late from the arranged timing.

mustering up the kindest smile you could in that condition, you waved a hand politely, "no thank you, i have a boyfriend." with a curt nod, you shifted about 5 inches to the side.

expecting the guy to take his leave, he offered a cynical chuckle on that scornful face instead.

"come on, it's just your number, hm?" he inched closer, waving his phone in your face.

scoffing, you turned to him, "i'm telling you, i have a boyfriend and he's about to be here any minute now so if i were you, i would walk away,"

"well, i don't see that boyfriend of yours anywhere baby, how 'bout you stop lying—"

"turn around," your eyebrows raised at the familiar deep timbre. you gulped, knowing that you tried to give that poor guy a small warning.

"ah," the guy turned around, took one look over before shaking his head. "didn't peg you for a pretty boy kinda girl babe, oh, and pretty boy rides," he mocked after seeing the sleek black helmet wonwoo was clutching onto.

“yeah? this pretty boy right here s’bout to turn you extra pretty with this helmet right here if you don’t step away from his girlfriend,”

you looked at your boyfriend, sharp eyes daggering through the man, knowing that he meant every word. wonwoo was a rather mellow person, but when things came down to it, you’ve seen first hand how it’s never good to rub him off in the wrong way.

with the exception of yourself, of course. you could do no wrong in your simp of a boyfriend’s eyes.

you felt your insides churn at how he stepped in with such a sinister glare. lips threatening to break into a giddy smile as you were feeling so in love with your boyfriend at the moment, as well as satisfied at how the man is now avoiding his gaze, slowly backing off.

“got it dude, chill out. s’not like i can’t find another one of these bitches out there,”

something in wonwoo snapped and he lunged forward, grabbing onto the man’s shirt with his precious helmet now dropped on the pavement.

“what did you fucking say?”

you decided it was time to step in, not wanting to cause any ruckus — you just wanted the night to be over and done with and to head home, tucked in with your boyfriend.

“alright alright, wonwoo, it’s fine let it go, he’s not worth the trouble,” you tugged onto wonwoo’s shirt, hand reaching up to massage his nape, calming him down.

wonwoo’s muscles relaxed immediately at your touch, before turning over to look at you. taking a few moments before deciding to let go —which was for the better because you knew that guy stood no chance against your hapkido black belt man.

wonwoo pushed him towards the road before grabbing onto your hand, chuckling once he saw that you’ve already picked up the helmet. you shrugged, holding onto him tighter before dragging him towards his bike.

“i’m sorry baby, this wouldn’t have happened if i got here on time.. i swear the traffic lights just weren’t in my favour today,” wonwoo cupped your face gently in his hands, pecking you gently on your lips.

“stop, this isn’t your fault wonwoo.. there’re always gonna be pesky rats out and about, plus i still remember some moves you taught me,” you got into your fight stance, flailing your arms while making exaggerated ‘hah’s.

wonwoo let out a chortle, before patting down your head, “good girl, but… i can tell you’re slightly pissed, you’re calling me wonwoo and not baby,” he wraps his arms around you, lowering his face to rub his obvious pout in your face.

“gosh you’re such a baby, baby.” you kissed his pout to which he gladly welcomed and engulfed you into an open mouth kiss, tightening his grip on you.

“that’s more like it baby, now let’s go home, need to keep my pretty baby out of these dangerous streets,”

wonwoo has you up on the counter back home, between your legs as he kisses you so fervidly while his hands grip onto your waist tightly. you rake your fingers on his nape and across his scalp as you deepen the kiss, tongue entering to find his.

his deep rumble of groans as you run your nails through his scalp has you clenching and you let out a small whimper mid-kiss. he pulls apart and stares at you.

“my pretty baby, so fucking beautiful you got all these men thinking they’ve got a shot,” he groans as he peppers small kisses along your jawline.

“til they find out that you’re mine, hm? not a fucking chance,” he follows through, kissing his way down your neck, stopping at your sweet spot he knows all too well, and starts sucking lightly.

you let out a full fledged moan at this point, head tilting back – unable to control how your boyfriend makes you deranged just by a few kisses.

“wonwoo…” you whine.

“yes baby? needa mark you up all prettily so no one else dares to even make a move hm? all mine mine mine,” he goes down on the same spot, sucking harshly with a few bites before smoothing it over with his tongue. you squeak out in pleasure, loving how his tongue feels so strong yet so good against that bruised spot.

“i'm all yours baby, l-let them all know who i belong to,” you beg, wanting to feel his mouth all over your body, not wanting him to miss any spot.

wonwoo moves on to his next spot, sucking, biting and soothing. you feel so giddy, totally missing his hand creeping towards your core, until you feel him directly palming your cunt aggressively – and you realise just how soaked you are when you feel your panties stick to your cunt.

“fuuck baby, you’re soaking through your fucking pants fuck,” wonwoo pants, inner fire growing stronger seeing how you react to him marking you up. he hastily removes your pants and kicks them aside, licking his lips subtly at the sight of your drenched cunt through your thin panties.

“wo-baby, do something, please,” you grab at nothing desperately on the counter, needing him to do something to release the tension in your core that’s been growing – you feel the need to rub against air.

“yeah? whatever my pretty baby wants,” he starts rubbing on your clothed cunt, before pushing the destroyed fabric aside, fingers soaking in your juices as he plays with your folds.

his other hand grabs onto your jaw forcing you to look at him, “open up,” he whispers before taking his fingers out of your cunt to stuff them into your mouth. you moan at the taste of yourself, eyes fluttering shut.

“so fucking delicious aren’t you,”

he spreads your legs wider before ripping your panties off. getting onto his knees, he positions his face directly in front of your cunt before going in straight and kissing your growing bud.

“fuck fuck fuck,” you scream out as you feel him start to suckle on your swollen bud, before leaving kisses over your folds. he sticks his tongue out, teasing over them before going in through layers of your folds.

“wonwoo!” moaning out your boyfriends name with a cracked voice, you thrust your hips in his face, craving more.

“as always, fucking sweet and fucking delicious, god,” he moans into your cunt, looking like a starved man as he eats and laps at your cunt so ravenously.

he grabs onto your thighs, forcing them to stay apart as he continues diving deeper into your sweet cunt, that tall nose of his hitting the right spot, rubbing against your bundle of nerves at a consistent pace.

“w-wonwoo, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum, wanna cum c-can i,” you cry out, feeling the gates of your dam about to break open any time.

wonwoo looks up you, half-lidded and lustful gaze as he urges you, "cum baby, cum all over my face fuck, need you to,"

few seconds after, you grab onto wonwoo’s hair as you feel the last string break, feeling of numbness engulfing your whole as you feel all the tension pump out of you. pulling his locks as you release your juices, moaning out his name like a mantra as you came, and you feel like you've been to heaven and back.

wonwoo doesn’t stop, and continues drinking in all of you – every last drop of your release. you pushed his head away due to oversensitivity, and wonwoo stands up chuckling.

“you make the prettiest sounds when you cum for me baby, can you do it again for me?” wonwoo coos, and kisses your forehead, slowly removing the remaining articles of clothing between the both of you.

“only if i get to cum around your cock this time,” you shot back lazily, eyes still hazy and drunk on your previous orgasm, yet still greedy for wonwoo’s cock. always greedy for more of him.

“of course baby, gotta feed this pussy more of my cock and my cum to remind who it belongs to, hm?” he turns you around before bending you over the counter. you smirk, heart palpitating at being manhandled to one of your favourite positions.

wonwoo glides his hands down your spine, caressing your cheeks, playing with them before slapping his pink and bulging tip on them.

“perfect ass, perfect tits, perfect everything, my fucking perfect baby, you were made for me and only me,” wonwoo moans out, letting his tip drench in your juices along your folds.

“mm wonwoo, baby, put it in, please,” you wiggle your hips backwards, and after a few more slaps against your cunt, he finally slides his tip in, causing you to gasp and fall forward onto the counter more.

you feel your walls constrict and expand aggressively, trying to suck your boyfriends length in inch by inch desperately.

wonwoo has a hand wrapped around your waist as he slides his full length in, both of you releasing the airiest moan once feeling each other on every nerve ending.

wonwoo starts to find a rhythm, hips thrusting so deep in you feel his tip hitting your cervix so comfortably and so fully every thrust you can’t help but scream out every time his tip nudges against that spot.

“so fucking good, cunt was made for me baby, making me see stars and shit,” wonwoo rasps out, panting as he struggles to formulate a sentence without breaking into moans.

“nngh, it feels so good wonwoo, so big, s-so good,” you were mind-fucked. having his cock in you deduced your brain to having no thoughts but him. crying out for him with no other care in this world.

“my pretty baby, wanna see you cum for me again, need to feel you cum around my cock for me, can–ah fuck–can you do that for me?” with an arm around you playing with your tits, and another arm suddenly reaching towards your exposed and swollen bud, you feel all hairs stand and being the most stimulated you’ve ever been.

“argh! wonwoo.. fuck,” you wail out his name, feeling so close to that eureka moment once again as your boyfriend rubs sloppy yet tight circles around your clit.

“mm baby, its okay, just cum for me hm? come on, cum around your cock, cum for me, cum cum,”

with him voicing his encouragements right behind you, you feel your abdomen reach its tightest point, before you feel the tipping point pour over, letting the waves of ecstasy wash over you, trembling underneath your boyfriend. squeezing the life out of his cock, you hear him groan.

“good girl, fuck, so fucking good, gonna cum for you now baby,”

soon after your release, you feel wonwoo’s body lurch and fall atop yours as his cum fills you up to the brim, and you moan at the warm liquid blanketing your cunt and its walls.

wonwoo steps back to admire his cum dripping out of your swollen cunt for a good minute, before you whine out for him - needing your after-fuck hugs and kisses.

he obliges, but whispers as he nibbles on your ear lobe, "don't think i'm done with you yet baby, you've got a loooong night ahead of you,"

a/n: hit the reblog if you've enjoyed this my loves! thank you so much for reading <3 sending love and kisses to everyone!

[solxamber]

ougghrhehhbebf this valentines event is so cute!!!!!! I’m gonna be feasting on sol writing again nyehehehe

Malleus, platonic, with 蛍はいなかった/Fireflies never came by Harumaki Gohan please! do whatever you think fits the vibes :)

it's a little similar to the silver one but I hope you like my take on it <3

"Fireflies never came" || Malleus Draconia

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Fireflies never came by Harumaki Gohan

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 760

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Angst with a Happy Ending, Reincarnation, Platonic Malleus x reader

Malleus Draconia had spent a lifetime watching the world from the outside.

It had always been that way—noble and powerful, a prince of the night, but forever set apart. The people whispered his name in reverence, in fear. They saw him as something more, something untouchable, something other.

And then you arrived, and the world changed.

You weren’t afraid of him. You never hesitated, never bowed your head in trembling obedience. Instead, you smiled at him as if he were simply Malleus. Not a prince, not a legend, just a friend.

And that was dangerous.

Because Malleus had never truly had a friend before, and he did not know how to hold something so precious without breaking it.

He remembers the first time you told him about the fireflies.

“They only shine for a little while,” you had said, your voice soft with wonder, eyes reflecting the night sky. “But that’s what makes them special. They live knowing their time is short, so they glow with everything they have.”

Malleus had listened, entranced by the warmth in your voice, by the way your fingers traced idle patterns against the grass.

“If they are so fleeting,” he murmured, “then we must go see them before they are gone.”

He had promised. And when he made that promise, you beamed at him—bright and beautiful, like starlight made flesh.

That moment had been so simple, so small. And yet, Malleus had tucked it away in his heart as if it were something sacred.

But the fireflies never came.

That night, the field was empty. The air was still, heavy with disappointment. He remembers how you had stared at the darkness, lips pressed together, and then—

You laughed.

“Guess we’ll have to try again next year,” you said, nudging him playfully. “I’ll hold you to it, Malleus.”

He didn’t know then how much those words would come to haunt him.

Because there was no next year.

One day, you were there. And then—

You were not.

Malleus had lived lifetimes, had seen kingdoms rise and fall, had watched stars burn out and turn to dust. He should have known that humans were fleeting things, fragile and brief, just like the fireflies you loved so much.

But knowing did not make it hurt any less.

For centuries, he walked the same paths you once did. He visited the places you had taken him, traced his fingertips over the carvings you had left on tree trunks, sat beneath the same moonlit sky where you had once whispered stories to him.

The world moved on. Time erased your footprints, wore away the echoes of your laughter.

But Malleus did not move on. He carried you with him.

And then—

One day, in a world far removed from the one you left behind, he finds himself walking toward the place where you had once promised to meet again.

He doesn’t expect anything. He never does anymore.

But then, he sees someone sitting in the grass.

A human.

A stranger.

And yet—

Malleus does not hesitate. He does not stop to think, does not allow himself to drown in uncertainty.

He walks forward, drawn by something old, something endless, something familiar.

You turn, and—

Oh.

Oh.

It is you.

Not just someone who looks like you. Not just a distant echo of what once was.

It is you.

His breath catches in his throat. His vision blurs. He does not know if it is from disbelief or the sting of unshed tears.

And then—

You smile.

And Malleus runs.

He doesn’t remember ever running before, not like this. Not as if his entire existence depends on reaching you, not as if the weight of centuries is finally lifting from his shoulders.

He stops just short, afraid, uncertain, and yet—

You laugh—soft, warm, real—and it is the most beautiful sound in the world.

“I told you we'd see the fireflies together,” you say.

Malleus swallows against the lump in his throat. He wants to speak, to tell you everything he has held inside for so long. But the words get stuck, tangled in the overwhelming tide of emotions that threaten to pull him under.

So instead, he kneels before you, his hands trembling as he reaches out, as if afraid that you will disappear if he touches you.

But you do not disappear.

You take his hands in yours—warm, solid, here.

And Malleus knows.

This time, there will be a next year.

And this time, the fireflies will come.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[voxslays]

ASTRAY — THANOS

A/N: This is a request for an anon!! Here’s the original request. I hope you like this! I haven’t written a good oneshot in a while, so I hope this isn’t terrible, even though it’s a little short. <3

You had fallen from grace. Once, you had been a k-pop idol with a very unique style. At first, people had loved your music, said it was a breath of fresh air. But over time, they started to feel a disdain for your brand. Other stars would go out of their way to start dramas and controversies for no other reason than to make you look bad. And now you were at your worst.

You had taken a break from the Korean music industry, only to find yourself in a world of unreasonable debt—a debt you would never be able to pay. And then you found yourself in another hell. What were you supposed to do when a man came up to you saying he could make all your problems dissapear if you played a few children’s games? Regrettably, you took the bait.

On the staircase to the first game, you met a tall, purple-haired man named Thanos. He was tall and somewhat lanky. His nails were painted the colors of the rainbow, and he had a few tattoos scattered on his body—primarily on his large, veiny hands. “Hey Señorita!” Thanos purrs, leaning forwards as you move along the staircase to the first ‘game’. “What are you doing here?”

“I have debt. Just like you.” You say dismissively. Thanos chuckles lowly and nods, his rainbow nails tapping against his chin as you continue to the first game. You step outside into a large square arena, with a large doll wearing an orange and yellow dress surrounded by two guards at the far end.

Thanos suddenly walks infront of you and starts rapping, making you cringe. “Sumanheun ideul sok chajattne, baro.” You feign disgust. “Japchodeul sa-i hwaljjak pin nae beauty flower.” You roll your eyes at his attempt to woo you. He playfully makes some weird ass rapper hand movements.

"Ppaljunocho, I'm a legend Thanos." He winks and smooths back messy his purple hair. “Pureudengdeng noksaek bitkkal. Naege balkhyeo jwo green light!” He makes a circular movement with his arms. “I like you.” Thanos makes a heart with his thumb and ring finger.

You start giggling. He starts laughing too. “What? You don’t like my rapping skills?” He jokes and looks at you with a smirk—although deep down you can tell he’s slightly embarrassed and flustered. “You’re cute.” You smile, booping his nose. “I’ll think about it.” You say, walking away. Behind you, Thanos pumps his fist excitedly in the air. Maybe you would be teaming together.

[multific]

The Essence of Beauty

Count Orlok x Vampire!Reader

Summary: After years and years of looking, you believe you found what you have been looking for.

The dark castle stood in silence as the sun began to set.

You moved quietly through the grand hall, the hem of your black gown brushing against the cold stone floor. Clutched in your hands was a small vial, glowing faintly with an ethereal blue light—the potion.

You had spent years searching for it, a concoction crafted from forgotten alchemy, whispered about in ancient texts. When you started looking for it. You almost gave up.

Its power was said to be immense, a temporary reversal of decay, a momentary return to youth. 

Though you bore no scars of time, your beloved Orlok carried the weight of centuries on his shoulders. 

His once-proud visage had been transformed by the curse of undeath.

You found him in the chamber you both shared, seated by the wide arched window that opened to the forest below. 

The moonlight streamed through, illuminating his pale face. 

He just woke up. Since, unlike you, he cannot walk the earth during the day.

To you, he had always been beautiful.

"My love," you said softly, stepping closer to him. 

"You’ve returned," he said, his voice deep and echoing in the chamber. "Where have you been?"

"I went to find something for you. Something... I hoped might make you happy." you pulled the potion out of your pocket and showed it to him.

Orlok’s eyes narrowed. "What is this?"

"A potion," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "It can restore your youth. It makes you as you once were before the curse took hold. It won’t last forever, only for a short while, but... I thought you might wish to see yourself as you were."

He stared at the vial, an unreadable expression crossing his face. His clawed fingers brushed against the glass, but he did not take it. "You sought this for me?"

You nodded. "I know how the years have weighed on you, how the world has changed while you remained the same. And though I love you as you are, I thought perhaps this might bring you some joy."

Orlok’s lips curved into a faint, sad smile. "You did this because you pity me."

"No," you said quickly, placing your hands over his. "I did this because I love you. Because I cannot bear to see you in pain."

He lifted his gaze, searching your eyes for truth. 

For centuries, you had been by his side, his wife, his equal, his love. Unlike him, you had not aged. 

The curse had not marked you in the same way it did him. 

While he bore the scars of time, you remained untouched by its cruel hand. While he must hide from the sun, you are free to walk as you are.

"Do you wish me to be something I am not?" he asked quietly. His voice held no anger. 

"Never," you replied firmly. "You are everything to me, Orlok. I love you as you are. Not for your appearance, but for your soul. This potion is not something you have to take. It’s only something I thought you might want."

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze shifting back to the vial. He was deep in thought. "And you’ve tested it?"

You hesitated before answering. "Yes, of course. On myself. It worked... but only for a single night. By dawn, its effects faded, and I was as I had been."

"Then what purpose does it serve?" he asked, his voice tinged with sorrow. "To offer a fleeting glimpse of what once was, only to snatch it away by morning?"

You took his hand in yours, pressing it to your heart. "It serves no purpose beyond showing you what I see every night you emerge from your coffin. You think yourself hideous, but to me, you are perfect. This potion cannot change what truly matters, which is the love I hold for you."

Orlok leaned forward, his cold lips brushing against your forehead. "You are a fool to love me."

"I am the happiest fool in existence," you whispered, smiling through the tears that threatened to fall.

He studied you for a moment longer, then released a deep, shuddering sigh. "If this potion means so much to you, I will take it. But not because I seek youth or beauty. I will take it because you, my love, have given me a gift far greater than time, your heart."

Carefully, he uncorked the vial, the soft sound echoing in the silent chamber. 

The liquid shimmered as he raised it to his lips. You watched, your heart pounding, as he drank it in one swift motion.

For a moment, nothing happened. 

Then, slowly, a soft glow began to radiate from within him. His gaunt features smoothed, the pallor of his skin faded, and the deep lines etched by centuries disappeared. 

Before your eyes, Orlok transformed, becoming the man he once was.

He stood before you, tall and regal, his dark hair restored, his eyes gleaming with vitality. 

Yet, despite his changed appearance, he remained the same. He was still your Orlok.

"How do I appear to you now?" he asked, his voice lighter, hie breathing now even.

You smiled, stepping closer and placing your hands on either side of his face. "You appear as you always have to me, the man I love. This version of you is unchanged by time."

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as the moonlight bathed you both in its glow. 

"And when this night ends, and the potion’s effects fade, will you still look at me this way?"

"Always," you promised, pressing your lips to his. "For in my eyes, you are eternal."

As the night wore on, you remained in each other’s arms, savouring the moment. You etched his young face into your mind for eternity.

When dawn approached, and the potion's magic began to weaken, Orlok did not mourn the loss of youth. 

Instead, he held you tighter as he once more laid down in his coffin, but he had you in his arms for this day.

"I must admit, it was nice to see the man I see in the paintings. You are quite handsome." you said as he closed the lid of his coffin.

"Even if I do not need such a potion, I must admit it was great to walk as a young man once more."

"I believe many women fell for you during your youth. But I'm glad I was able to bring back something like that for you."

"I do wonder, what did the potion bring back for you? You are already eternally beautiful."

"I looked like my teenage self. Younger but not as mature. But I believe once was enough. I prefer My Love as he is." his arms tightened around you as he slowly fell asleep.

"Thank you." he whispered before his eyes closed.

You were happy that in the end, he had a great time being young once more. It was a gift after all. 

Love was the only true eternity you needed.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

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[ffsjustletmesleep]

Hi hi hi hi love ur work could u possibly write a fic in like after Alexandria era like season 11 where reader and Daryl are in an established relationship and reader has been really stressed out over something like maybe work or something for a while now and she comes home one day super stressed and Daryl who’s finally had enough of it tells her she needs to relax and blow off some steam, aka by gettin steamy 🤑🤑 I’d love to see Mr munch Daryl we all know he’s a pussy eater 🍽️

A/N: Thanks for the request :) so happy to do this for u, this is my first actual attempt at oral and writing s11 Daryl so I’m hoping this is good (and what you asked for) Enjoy! 🤍

Daryl Dixon x Reader

S11 in Alexandria

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Daryl finds a way to help you blow off some steam after a stressful day at work.

Warnings: Swearing, Oral Sex F!Recieving, mentions of blood. Minors Do Not Interact.

Living in Alexandria was a blessing in this world, being able to rest and shower, eat, and even have a family in the community without having to worry about walkers or other threats coming to harm your friends and family. You loved being there, most of the time. Work was a pain in the ass, sure you loved helping everyone, but today was miserable.

One of the groups had a run-in with a nasty group of people while they were on their way back from a supply trip. They managed to find a ton of supplies in a warehouse but ended up getting jumped. You ended up having to stitch up a kid's head and check the other for concussions.

The groan you let out as you stepped into the house made Daryl’s head perk up from the kitchen, almost mistaking you for a walker. He looked at you with a small chuckle. “What’s up with ya?” He asked as you came over to him and leaned against the counter.

Hanging your head forward, you pressed it against the cupboard with a sigh. “It was horrible, blood everywhere—literally!” You held your face and groaned once more.

Daryl let out a small snort and shook his head, putting his cup down in the sink and coming around behind you, putting his hands on your waist. “Sounds to me like ya’ need to blow off some steam, huh?” He hummed, his voice low and husky as his breath tickled your ear, pressing a kiss against your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, biting your bottom lip at his touch. “I have to take a shower, babe… I’ve been medical all day…” you mumbled softly, leaning back into him and tilting your head, sighing as he littered your neck with light kisses.

He pulled you away from the counter and turned you around to look at you, taking in your tired, tense expression with a smile on his face. “Come on… lemme make it better...” he spoke quietly, picking you up with a soft grunt and carrying you upstairs to the bedroom.

Once he made his way upstairs, he opened the door, kicking it shut with his foot when he made it inside. He tossed you on the bed with a small ‘thump’ before climbing on top of you, pressing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

“Daryl…” you whined softly as you pulled away, looking up at him with a frown. “I have to shower... I’m all dirty from working,” you protested and couldn't help but giggle as he started to kiss your neck, his stubble tickling your skin slightly.

He let out a small chuckle and lifted your shirt up over your chest, kissing your sternum lightly as his hands ran over the bare skin of your waist. “Shh… don’t need no damn shower, just let me take care of ya...” he said, his lips trailing down to your stomach.

You felt the heat rushing to your face as you watched his head get lower and lower. Feeling as his hands skillfully unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down your legs, along with your underwear. Pushing your thighs apart and settling himself in between them.

“So good f’me..” He praised, rubbing your hip and kissing your thighs, sucking small marks on the skin as he made his way to your center. The way his hands caressed your skin made you feel hot, the rough pads of his skin against your soft.

The moment his lips met with your heat, you melted, laying your head back against the pillow, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging on it as you felt his tongue against you. He let out a soft groan as he tasted you on his tongue, pressing his face closer and lapping at your folds like he was starving.

Your hands grasped his hair tightly as you let out a soft whine, gasping out and moaning softly as his tongue traced circles around your clit before he sucked on it gently, making your back arch up off the bed slightly. “Oh—Daryl...!” You moaned, throwing your head back against the pillow.

His hands grasped your thighs tightly as he moaned against you, pressing his tongue into you and looking up at you through his hair, watching you squirm and moan as he moved his thumb over your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles.

The heat in your stomach began to build as your release grew closer, feeling your stomach tighten and your body tense at the way his tongue moved inside of you and his nose bumped against your clit as he rubbed it.

You felt your release wash over you and threw your head back, moaning out his name and tugging on his hair as your thighs squeezed his head. He slowed his thumb and let out a groan as you came on his tongue, lapping up your juices and helping you through your high before he slowly pulled away, licking his lips and hovering over you.

“Fuck, Daryl... didn’t even give me a minute to think...” you whined as you looked at him, panting softly. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your neck as he lay down next to you, pulling one of his dirty shirts from the basket by the bed and cleaning you up, before putting your underwear back on you.

“M’sorry sweetheart, I wanted to make you feel better...” he chuckled. You giggled and shook your head at him before wrapping your arms around him, laying your head on his arm. “It’s okay... It was amazing; I’m feeling a lot better after that…” you sighed, closing your eyes and pressing your face against him.

He wrapped his arms around you and lay on his back, pulling you into his chest and kissing your head with a soft sigh. “M’ glad I could help ya Sweetheart...” He whispered and reached over the nightstand, flicking off the light and lying back down.

(Im not great at ending fics— I had no idea what to write 😭 I apologize)

[insidekatmind]

Distraction-Brock Rumlow

Your breathing is calm, but your heart beats a little faster than usual. You're used to these missions, living on the edge, but there's something about this situation that feels off. Maybe it's the plan. Or maybe it's the fact that Steve asked you to distract Brock Rumlow, the most unsettling agent you've ever met.

"Y/N, I need you to cover for me. I have to talk to Pierce, and we can't afford for Rumlow to get in the way. You're the only one who can pull this off," Steve said to you, his tone serious but his gaze full of trust.

"Do you have any idea how obsessed he is with me?" you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Exactly why I asked for your help. I need time, and you're the only one who can keep him busy," he replied, a faintly apologetic smile on his lips.

You sighed, knowing you couldn't say no. Steve is your best friend, and you trust him more than anyone else.

Now, here you are, in the hallway of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, and Brock Rumlow is standing in front of you. He's staring at you with that look that always makes you want to roll your eyes.

"Rumlow," you say with a forced smile, "can I talk to you in private?"

He raises an eyebrow, but a smug grin quickly spreads across his face. "Sure, Y/N. Where do you want to go?"

"Your office. It's important." Your voice is steady, but your stomach churns at the thought of what you're about to do.

He leads you to his office, closing the door behind him. You sit in the chair across from his desk, trying to appear relaxed, but you know you need to keep him occupied for as long as possible.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" he asks, leaning forward with a smile that makes you want to punch him.

You improvise. "I was thinking... have you ever considered stepping out of your comfort zone? You know, doing something different with your life?"

He chuckles, a low, amused sound. "And what do you have in mind, Y/N?"

"Well," you begin, careful not to let your nerves show, "you're always so... intense. Maybe you should try relaxing, having some fun. You know, not everything has to be about work and missions."

Rumlow looks at you, visibly intrigued. "Interesting. And how do you think I should do that?"

You drag the conversation out as long as possible, talking about improbable hobbies, movies he's never seen, and even suggesting a yoga class, all while your mind stays focused on Steve. How much more time does he need?

Meanwhile, Rumlow seems to be enjoying himself. It's obvious he's too distracted by you to worry about anything else happening elsewhere.

While you continue babbling, Rumlow approaches you like a predator and caresses your cheek, smiling at you. You go abruptly silent when you feel his touch on your cheek. His hand is warm and surprisingly gentle, but his gaze is as intense as ever. "You know," he says, his voice low and playful, "you're quite entertaining when you're not arguing with me." He moves closer to you, his body only inches from yours.

You look at Brock in surprise. "Oh, really?" You whisper, hoping Steve would finish quickly. He grins, seemingly amused by your reaction. His gaze travels from your eyes down to your lips, and then back up.

"Oh, yes." He responds, lifting your chin gently. "You get all flustered, trying to prove a point, and your cheeks flush." His fingers trace your jawline, his touch feather-like. You're hyper-aware of his proximity, and you remind yourself to stay calm, to keep stalling.

"It's kind of adorable," he continues, his voice a soft rumble. "And you have my undivided attention, darling." He leans in even closer, his face just a breath away from yours. His smile is still present, but there's something different in his eyes:a hunger, a desire. Your heart quickens, and you remind yourself once more that you're doing this for Steve. Keep him busy just a little longer.

Smile. “Does the great Brock find me adorable?” you ask getting flirty, you were trying to give Steve as much time as possible. He chuckles, clearly enjoying your change of tone. "Adorable and infuriatingly cheeky," he replies, a hint of amusement in his smirk.

He's so close now, his body almost touching yours. His hand is still on your chin, his thumb brushing lightly against your jawline. "You've got quite the mouth on you," he adds, "and right now, I'm rather curious about what other uses you might have for it."

You held back so hard not to slap him and you fake a smile by biting your lip. His gaze darkens as he notices your lip between your teeth, and he moves even closer, his body pressing against yours. "Careful, darling," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You keep biting your lip like that, and I might get a few ideas of my own." His eyes roam your face, taking in every detail, and you can't help but fidget under his intense scrutiny.

His lips hover just above yours, so close that you can feel his hot breath on your skin. "You're so tense," he observes, his body almost trapping you against the chair. "What's the matter, Y/N? Is something bothering you?" His hand slides down from your jaw to your throat, his touch both tender and possessive at the same time.

You gulp involuntarily, the feel of his hand on your throat making your heart pound faster. "No, I'm fine," you manage to say, your voice not nearly as steady as you'd like. He raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Are you sure?" he purrs, his thumb tracing a slow, lazy circle on your pulse point. "Because you're shaking."

His words send a shiver through you, and he must feel the effect they have on you, because his grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly. "And you're breathing pretty hard," he points out, his gaze locked onto yours. He presses his body against yours, his other hand gripping the armrest of the chair, effectively trapping you in his embrace.

His face is just inches from yours, his eyes a deep, dark pool of hunger. "You're usually so feisty, so strong," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. "But right now, you're at my mercy, all flustered and trembling." His hand at your throat moves up to cup your chin again, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "I could do anything I want with you like this, darling."

You stopped yourself from slapping again and smiled at him placing your hands on his shoulders moving them sensually. "And do you mind this?" you whisper seductively. His expression darkens with raw lust, and he grips your thigh with his free hand. "No, I don't mind this at all." His voice is low and dangerous, his gaze still locked on yours.

His body is pressed against you, his touch possessive and demanding. "In fact," he continues, pulling your leg up against him, "I like seeing you like this. All hot and bothered, trembling at my touch."

You caress his neck to distract yourself from laughing at his statement. Steve owed you a big favor, you thought. He lets out a low, rumbling sound at your touch, clearly enjoying the sensation. "That feels nice," he murmured, his eyes half-lidded.

He presses you even closer, his body molding against yours. "You know," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, "I think I could get addicted to this." Brock slowly runs his fingers over your bare thigh, his touch light and teasing.

"Your skin feels so soft," he continues, his voice growing huskier. "So smooth and inviting." His hand inches higher, moving under your skirt, and his hips grind against yours. "I've been wanting to touch you for so long," he admits, his hand gripping your waist. "Feeling you shiver under my touch, seeing you all flushed and panting."

His lips find their way to your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste your pulse point. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his teeth grazing your skin. "No idea how badly I want to claim you." His hand beneath your skirt moves even higher, his touch burning through you. "I want to mark you, taste you, make you mine."

Close your eyes try to calm your heartbeat with little results. You hated to admit it but his words were turning you on. He chuckles, noticing your reaction. "Can't keep your cool, can you?" he teases, his hand now dangerously close to your center.

"You can't hide it, darling," he murmurs against your skin. "I can feel it, the way your heart is racing, the way you're reacting to my touch." He moves his lips to your ear, his voice a low rumble. "You like this, don't you? The feel of my hands on your body, the sound of my voice. You like being at my mercy." "But you won't give in," he continues, shifting so that his body is now fully flushed against yours. "You won't give me the satisfaction of admitting it, will you?" He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin.

"But I know you want me." He whispers, his hand continuing its slow exploration. "You can try to deny it all you want, but I know you're just begging for it right now." He moves his lips down your neck, nipping and biting at your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. "You're so stubborn, darling," he says, his voice a rough purr. "So determined to resist."

Brock shifts his body, positioning himself between your legs. "But it won't be long now. You're trembling, panting, and I can feel the heat coming off of you." He grips your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, and he presses his body against yours, leaving no room for escape. "Just let go, darling," he whispers, his voice a low, sensual command. "Let me take you over the edge. Give yourself to me."

You gasp softly looking at him. His gaze captures yours, dark and possessive, and he smiles a slow, knowing smile. "There it is," he murmurs. "That gasp. That look in your eyes. That's what I wanted to see." He leans in, his face mere inches from yours. "Admit it, darling. You want me just as badly as I want you." He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and almost tender. "You can fight it all you want," he continues, his voice a low rumble. "But at the end of the day, you're mine."

His hips grind against yours, his arousal pressing against you. "And I'm going to make you mine, darling. I'm going to make you beg for it." He's practically pinning you to the chair, his body pressed against yours, his hands everywhere. "I'm going to show you pleasure you've never even imagined before," he promises, his voice rough and sensual. "I'm going to make you scream my name, darling."

“Brock” you try to stop him but your tone wasn’t very confident, your mind was foggy. He growls, the sound low and possessive. "Say it again," he demands, his body pressing even harder against you. "Say my name again, darling."

You shiver at his command, your body responding to his touch in ways you can't control. "Brock," you repeat, your voice a hoarse whisper. He grins, clearly pleased with your response. "That's right," he says, his lips on your neck again. "I want to hear you say it, darling. I want to hear you begging for me."

He begins to kiss and nibble at your neck, leaving hot, wet trails on your skin. "No more fighting, no more resisting," he murmurs, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "Just give in, darling. Give in to me." You give in, moaning softly as you cling to him.

He growls again, the sound even more primal and possessive than before. "That's it, darling," he says, his hands roaming your body. "I want to hear those beautiful sounds coming from your lips." Brock lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you over to the nearby couch and laying you down on it, his body covering yours. "You're mine now," he whispers, gazing down at you hungrily. "All mine."

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Alright, BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Three: Spider-Man Kiss is up on AO3, too! It's dumb as hell, someone needs to pay Eddie to deal with these two. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary.

The rock-climbing gym isn’t too busy, because it’s a Tuesday and the middle of the day. Buck, Tommy, and Eddie are probably the biggest group there, and they’re definitely the loudest. There was no way this was going to turn into anything but a race with increasingly ridiculous conditions so they might have a chance at beating Tommy.

Buck and Eddie are fit, they’ve had to climb up and down buildings, they're on ladders all the time, they’ve done their fair share of rappelling into dangerous situations, but they’re not doing medevac out of canyons, ravines, and mountains as often as Tommy does. He’s an absolute beast and only lost one race because he’d gotten a penalty for not skipping the right hold. Buck had laughed at his perturbed expression and given him a consolation butt grope while Eddie was busy doing a victory lap.

“We never stood a chance,” Eddie says, sighing.

“Nope,” Buck says, but he can’t sound glum because of how his boyfriend’s ass looks in the harness.

He gets gently shoved by Eddie, who clearly clocks the dreamy tone of his voice. “Nuh-uh, we’re getting burgers after this, I’m not getting ditched so you two can hook up somewhere. Eyes down, Buckley.”

Tommy smacks the top of the rock wall and looks over his shoulder with a cocky grin. “Time?”

“Shut up, you won by like five seconds,” Eddie calls back with a wave of disgust.

As Tommy rappels down, Buck hands off the rope to Eddie and steps closer with the intention of steadying him when he reaches the ground, but then Tommy stops about two-thirds of the way down and looks back at him. Buck steps back just in case he has to grab the rope with Eddie, but Tommy doesn't look like he's struggling.

“Can I fulfill a two decade old fantasy real quick?” he asks.

Buck squints suspiciously. “Here?”

Tommy grins. “Yes.”

"I'm not being charged as an accessory to public indecency," Eddie says, and Buck elbows him.

��Yeah, alright,” Buck says to his boyfriend, grinning as he steps closer to the wall again, ready for whatever Tommy proposes. “What’d you have in mind?”

Tommy comes down a little further and does a sort of lunge against the wall, tipping himself backward until his face is hanging in front of Buck’s and his toes are hooked under one of the holds.

“Oh, my god,” Eddie says faintly. "Really?"

“What are you doing?” Buck asks, laughing.

“I showed you this movie,” Tommy reminds him, and Buck feels a lightbulb go off. He'd actually seen this one as a kid, forgotten almost everything about it, and rewatched it with Tommy without alerting him to the fact that, yes, he was eleven when Spider-Man came out and he had actually seen it with Maddie.

When he steps forward and holds Tommy’s head in his hands, he scratched his fingers through Tommy's hair as he kisses him sweetly. There’s minimal, respectable tongue, because they're in public and there are underpaid gym employees around and also Eddie is like five feet away and has already dealt with a lot of their second honeymoon phase bullshit today. There’s also no rain, which is probably for the best, it looked uncomfortable in the movie for the actor.

It’s strange not having to tilt to avoid crashing their noses together, and Buck smiles when he feels Tommy sigh through his nose against his own chin. When he steps back, Tommy looks dazed. He hopes it’s from the kiss and not the blood rushing to his head.

“Aren’t you supposed to go save New York now?” Buck teases.

“Nah, just the greater Los Angeles area,” Tommy replies cheekily, smiling. Seeing the scrunchy expression upside-down is adorable. Buck comes in and kisses him again before stepping back once more.

Tommy moves himself back to a vertical position and drops down to his feet, and Buck is there to unhook him. He kisses him gently then, too, because Spider-Man also got kisses when he was right-side up.

When he turns to Eddie, his best friend looks thoroughly done with both of them but does hold his phone up. “I did get that on video. You’re welcome. Buy me a burger.”

“I will buy you so many burgers,” Tommy says, greedily reaching for Eddie’s phone. “And fries, a milkshake, whatever you want.”

“You’re such a fucking nerd, Kinard,” Eddie says, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll take onion rings instead.”

Buck leans in and peers at the video, and yeah, okay, he does get a fluttery feeling in his stomach when he sees it. He’s definitely putting it on Instagram and backing it up on every cloud he can get his hands on.

“We’re so cute,” he sighs, leaning against Tommy.

“We’re adorable,” Tommy agrees. “Jesus, I am also never wearing grey shorts when we come here again.”

“Yeah, I’ll crop your bulge out of the Instagram post.”

“Oh, god, give me my phone,” Eddie groans.

–

Buck posts the video with the caption: Went to the gym and found a friendly neighborhood Pilot-Man. Might keep him forever.♥️

firepilotTK This implies I was bitten by a radioactive pilot and gained the abilities of a pilot through their venom. Which is exactly how I got my job, actually. firepilotTK ♥️♥️♥️♥️

[aerichives]

study buddies

aeri uchinaga x reader

genre. eventual smut

warnings. cunnilingus, fingering, choking (lmk if there's anything i missed)

words. 2481

note. heyyy bbgs :3 i literally did that exact scene when i was studying earlier but the difference was... there is no aeri :"( anwww i hope it's not obvious that im really into friends to lovers or to whatever trope LOOOLOLMLMLKM

the library was eerily quiet, save for the soft shuffling of papers and the occasional sigh from a stressed student. y/n and aeri had been holed up in their usual study corner for hours, surrounded by coffee cups and highlighted textbooks, the weight of their upcoming finals pressing down on them.

both nursing students, they had spent the last few weeks drowning in endless notes on medical and surgical nursing. the exhaustion was setting in, but y/n had always been the type to find something to keep her curiosity piqued. and today, that something happened to be asphyxiation.

the highlighter in y/n’s hand hovered over the page, the neon ink already smudging the edges of the text she’d been poring over for the past hour. finals were looming and the library’s fluorescent lighting was doing little to keep her alert but something in their notes had caught her attention.

"strangulation" she murmured, tapping her pen against the heading. "this one’s interesting."

across from her, aeri, who had been lazily skimming through her own notes, quirked a brow. "you have a weird definition of ‘interesting,’ you know that?"

y/n barely spared her a glance, already engrossed in explaining. "no, listen. it’s not just about suffocating. if you apply pressure to the carotid arteries, it cuts off oxygenated blood to the brain instead of blocking the airway directly. it can cause unconsciousness in seconds. that’s cool."

aeri let out a soft laugh. "you sound way too fascinated by this."

"because i am!" y/n grinned before suddenly sitting up straighter, an idea flashing across her face. "actually… we should try it."

aeri blinked. "come again?"

"on me." y/n tapped her neck lightly. "you find my carotid, apply pressure, and i’ll tell you what it feels like. a hands-on demonstration."

aeri stared at her, half-expecting her to burst into laughter and say she was joking. but y/n was staring back, eyes expectant. "absolutely not. what if you pass out? or worse?"

y/n waved off her concern. "i’ll tap you if i start feeling weird. come on, it’s for science."

aeri sighed, raking a hand through her hair. "this is a terrible idea," she muttered, but she was already shifting closer, positioning herself in front of y/n. "if you die, i’m not writing your final paper for you."

y/n grinned. "noted."

aeri reached forward, fingertips ghosting over the column of y/n’s throat as she searched for the rhythmic thrum of her pulse. once she found it, she hesitated, her thumbs resting lightly on either side of y/n’s neck. "last chance to back out."

y/n only nodded, lips parting as she took a slow breath.

aeri applied pressure.

at first, nothing. then, y/n’s lashes fluttered, her lips parting just a little more. the muscles in her neck tensed beneath aeri’s hand and something about the way she looked up at her, head tilted back, eyes unfocused, breathy, made aeri’s stomach tighten.

shit.

this was supposed to be an experiment. no malice, no ulterior motive. but aeri could feel the way her pulse quickened, not from nerves, but from something much deeper, much worse. y/n’s lips looked glossy under the library’s dim lighting, her expression dazed yet trusting. aeri’s fingers twitched with the abrupt and inappropriate thought of what it would feel like to do this in a completely different setting.

in bed, maybe. with y/n pinned beneath her, mouth parted just like this—

aeri inhaled sharply, pushing the thought away before it could settle.

y/n tapped her wrist, signaling the end of the experiment. aeri immediately released her, exhaling sharply as y/n took in a deep breath, blinking a few times before breaking into a grin. "that was insane," she murmured, rubbing her neck. "i definitely felt it."

aeri didn’t respond right away, too busy pressing her palms into her thighs, willing away the heat pooling in her stomach. "yeah," she said, voice slightly strained. "insane."

y/n, oblivious, launched into her findings, excitedly recounting the sensations she experienced. aeri nodded along, pretending to listen, but her mind was elsewhere. her gaze flickered back to y/n’s throat, now sporting faint imprints of her fingers, and she swallowed hard.

this was bad. because now, all she could think about was doing it again.

-

the final exam was over, and relief settled over the two of them as they stepped out of the hall. both y/n and aeri had been buried in stress and exhaustion for weeks, and now that it was finally behind them, they were ready to unwind.

"so, where do we go now?" y/n asked, stretching her arms over her head, the exhaustion of the day catching up with her.

aeri groaned. "honestly? i just want to sleep. pay back all my sleep debt from the past weeks."

y/n chuckled. "that's nice but you live an hour away."

aeri sighed, rubbing her eyes. "don’t remind me. i might actually pass out before i even get home."

y/n hummed, then nudged aeri playfully. "then crash at my place. my apartment’s only a fifteen-minute walk from here and we can grab food along the way."

aeri considered it for a moment, the idea of a nearby, comfy bed quickly winning her over. "you know what? that sounds perfect."

after a stop at the convenience store for snacks, they made their way to y/n’s apartment. as soon as aeri stepped inside, she sighed in relief, dropping onto the sofa and stretching her limbs. "i think i might die here."

y/n laughed, heading to the kitchen. "i’ll get the food ready. here, you should change into something comfortable first." she tossed aeri a shirt and shorts before disappearing into the kitchen.

aeri hesitated before taking the clothes to the bathroom. the moment she pulled y/n’s shirt over her head, the faint scent of her. clean, warm, unmistakably y/n, hit her senses. her pulse quickened slightly, thoughts she shouldn’t entertain creeping in as she quickly changed.

when she stepped out, she nearly choked.

y/n was lounging on the couch in a low-cut tank top, her collarbones and bare chest exposed. aeri quickly tore her gaze away, trying to focus on anything else.

they ate in comfortable silence, the exhaustion from the exam settling in deeper. once they finished, y/n stretched and grabbed aeri’s wrist. "come on, let’s sleep. my bed’s big enough for two."

aeri shook her head. "i’ll take the couch or even the floor, seriously—"

y/n rolled her eyes, pulling her along. "you need a real bed. just shut up and come."

the moment they laid down, aeri realized the bed wasn’t nearly as big as y/n had claimed. they were close, so close that aeri could feel y/n’s body heat radiating against her.

then without warning, y/n shifted, wrapping her arms around aeri and snuggling in. "what are you doing?" aeri stiffened.

"just hugging you. you’re warm and comfy." y/n mumbled sleepily.

aeri stayed still as she stared at y/n, feeling her heartbeat quicken. she forced herself to breathe evenly, trying to ignore the way y/n felt against her. 

minutes passed and just as aeri was about to finally sleep, y/n suddenly stirred, eyes fluttering open. aeri tensed, caught in the act of staring.

"are you okay?" aeri asked, voice a little too tight.

y/n yawned. "yeah, just fell on my sleep you know."

aeri exhaled, chuckling softly. "silly. go back to sleep." she reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from y/n’s face.

y/n smirked. "not until you tell me why you were staring at me."

"i wasn’t. that was your dream."

y/n pouted, shifting slightly. "you’re so obvious. you were looking at my lips. do you want me or something?"

aeri’s breath hitched. the teasing lilt in y/n’s voice was dangerous, and she wasn’t sure she had the willpower to brush it off.

"and what if i do?" aeri murmured.

y/n grinned, her hand slipping behind aeri’s neck, tugging her closer. "maybe..." she mused, "i’ll mark you here so everyone knows you’re mine."

aeri’s throat went dry. "what..."

"relax," y/n giggled. "i’m just messing with you. you’re so red right now."

aeri swallowed, the heat coursing through her too intense to ignore. and she was done ignoring it.

before she could second-guess herself, she rolled them over, straddling y/n’s thighs, hands pressing into the mattress. y/n’s eyes widened slightly, but there was no hesitation, only intrigue.

"and i’m not kidding when i say i do want you."

y/n’s breath caught. "what..."

aeri leaned in, voice low. "what if i do want you to leave marks on my neck, y/n?"

the air was thick with something unspoken, tension crackling between aeri and y/n like a live wire. aeri’s grip on y/n’s hips was firm but hesitant, fingers twitching against the fabric of y/n’s top. her restraint was evident, her breath unsteady as she struggled to keep her hands from wandering any lower, from touching y/n’s bare thighs where heat radiated between them.

“you’re so pretty…” aeri rasped against y/n’s lips.

y/n grabbed a fistful of aeri’s hair to close the gap between them and kissed her. a sigh slipped past her parted lips, her resolve thinning as aeri sucked her lips gently.

“we should stop,” aeri murmured, though her fingers curled against y/n’s waist as if anchoring herself. her words lacked conviction and y/n knew it.

“what if i don’t want to?” y/n whispered against her ear, voice laced with something intoxicating. when aeri pulled back slightly to meet her gaze, her pupils were dark with desire. y/n’s flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and the way she was breathing so heavily, it all undid aeri.

“yeah?” aeri’s voice was strained, like she was holding back something dangerous.

y/n bit her lip and nodded. that was all it took. “you don’t know what you do to me,” aeri muttered, breath ghosting over y/n’s lips. her free hand slid up y/n’s torso, groping at her chest as a soft moan escaped against aeri’s mouth.

“aeri…” y/n whined, grinding down against aeri’s lap, desperate for more friction.

aeri chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down y/n’s spine. “so needy.”

y/n grabbed aeri’s wrist, guiding her hand up to her lips before taking her middle and ring finger into her mouth. her tongue twirled around them, coating them in warmth, gaze locked onto aeri’s as she hollowed her cheeks.

“please,” y/n breathed against aeri’s skin.

aeri’s restraint snapped. eyes darkening further as she tugged at y/n’s top, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. the way she looked at y/n sent heat pooling in her stomach, her gaze tracing over y/n’s perky breasts, her hardening nipples.

“so fucking beautiful,” aeri murmured, voice thick with want.

her mouth was on y/n before she could respond, lips wrapping around one nipple, sucking and biting, leaving behind bruises that would have y/n blushing in the morning. her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud and y/n arched into her touch, fingers tangling in aeri’s hair, tugging when the sensation became too much.

“tell me what you want, baby,” aeri rasped, her thigh pressing between y/n’s, the firm muscle rubbing against her clothed heat. y/n gasped at the pressure, her hips rocking forward instinctively.

“want you to touch me” y/n whined, breathless.

“where?” aeri teased, dragging her fingers down y/n’s stomach, hovering just above the waistband of her panties.

y/n huffed in frustration, gripping aeri’s wrist and pushing her hand lower. “Everywhere.”

aeri smirked, slipping her fingers beneath the thin fabric, feeling the heat and wetness that awaited her. “fuck…” she exhaled and y/n squirmed under her touch. “you’re soaked.”

her fingers slid through y/n’s folds, gathering the slickness before she brought them up to her lips, sucking them clean. y/n clenched at the sight, the way aeri’s tongue swirled around her fingers making her throb between her legs.

“look at you,” aeri murmured, eyes drinking y/n in like she was something sacred. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.”

y/n shuddered, heat crawling up her neck. “aeri…” she whined, shifting in anticipation.

aeri chuckled, her fingers parting y/n, gaze fixed on her glistening entrance. “so desperate for me.”

y/n gasped when aeri’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path from her entrance up to her clit, her lips wrapping around the swollen bud to suck lightly. y/n’s thighs trembled around aeri’s head but her hands kept them open, held her still as she devoured her.

“aeri—fuck!” y/n’s hands buried themselves in aeri’s hair, pulling her closer, needing more.

aeri hummed against y/n, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. “taste so fucking good,” aeri groaned, pressing a kiss against y/n’s inner thigh before sliding a finger into her, slow and careful. y/n exhaled shakily at the stretch, hips bucking into the sensation.

“gonna push another in, okay?”

y/n nodded frantically. “yes, please.”

aeri smirked, slipping in a second digit, curling them just right, hitting that spot that had y/n’s back arching off the mattress.

“right there, huh?” aeri mused, repeating the motion, watching as y/n’s body trembled beneath her. aeri groaned low in her throat before sitting upright, fingers wrapping gently around y/n’s neck as she pulled her in for a searing kiss. the pressure wasn’t harsh, just enough to make y/n dizzy in more ways than one, just enough to have her pulse stuttering beneath aeri’s palm.

“aeri—oh my god” y/n gasped, her stomach tightening as her release built, creeping up on her with every stroke of aeri’s fingers and with a new sensation of being choked. 

“gonna cum?” aeri asked, voice dripping with satisfaction. “gonna make a mess all over my fingers?”

y/n whimpered, legs shaking, the coil in her stomach on the verge of snapping.

“go ahead, baby,” aeri coaxed, voice muffled against y/n’s soaked core. “wanna see it drip.”

and with a cry of aeri’s name, y/n came undone, pleasure crashing over her in waves as aeri worked her through it until she was a panting, trembling mess beneath her. y/n gasped when aeri removed her hand on her neck. aeri pulled back slightly, watching y/n catch her breath, her chin glistening with her release. her dark eyes locked onto y/n’s, and she smirked, voice husky when she murmured,

“bet you’ll let me choke you again, huh?”

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Chapter 26

Summary: Wanda and Y/n take the next step in their relationship.

A/n: Hello! How is everyone? This is a short one. Sorry about that. Hope you enjoy!

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Since the two of you spent so much time apart, Wanda insisted that you stay with her for the week. She went with you to your apartment to spend time with you while you packed your bag. She hung off of you while the two of you watched television in the living room with her mom. She would openly kiss you while the two of you cooked together. She would whisper sweet nothings into your ear as the two of you say together in the mornings for coffee. You could not believe how confident she has become in treating you as a romantic partner in front of her mother. 

On Saturday morning, you sit up in her bed with a heavy sense of dread. Of course you want to have your daughter back. You just don't want to leave Wanda's house and you don't want to deal with Jean and Anna. Wanda wraps herself around you from behind and kisses from your cheek down to your shoulder. You hum in delight as she does. 

“Good morning,” she whispers in your ear. 

“I'm not ready to go,” you say as you hold her arm to your chest. 

“I'm not ready for you to leave,” she says with a heavy sigh. Then she pats your chest. “We can't take too long. Vision is unpredictable when it comes to returning my boys.” She kisses your cheek again before attempting to move away from you. But as she does, you spin around and hold her arm. You swiftly pin her to the mattress and kiss her lips. Shel squeals and giggles as you do. 

“I needed that for the road,” you whisper before letting her go. She runs off to the bathroom as you clean up and collect your things. To remove any trace of you in the house. When you're done, she meets you at the front door to kiss you goodbye, messing up your hair in the process. Each step you take back she is taking another step forward keeping her lips attached to yours. “Okay, I'm going to need my lips in order to drive,” you chuckle softly as she keeps you close. 

Wanda groans and steps back. “Fine, I love you. Drive safe,” she says as she squeezes your bicep. 

“I love you too,” you say as you open the door and step out. As you turn around, you freeze when you see Vision and the boys walking up towards the front door. You hope you have a moment to dash out of there before they see you but they are running towards the door because they recognize your truck. 

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Billy asks excitedly. You panic internally as you come up with an excuse. 

“I uh, my washer and dryer are broken. Your mom was nice enough to let me do some laundry here,” you say as you fix your hair and avoid eye contact with Vision. 

“Babe wait you-Oh!” Wanda says as she walks out the door with your phone in her hand in only a robe and slippers. She plasters on a smile as her boys come up and hug her. She greets them happily and you awkwardly pluck your phone out of her grasp. “Bye Y/n,” she waves with her boys. You wave back as you pass Vision, who is quietly stewing as there are obvious signs that you in fact were not doing laundry. Unless, of course, laundry was your pet name for Wanda. 

You make it all the way to your truck without having to talk to him. But you want to make sure he doesn't do anything to Wanda. So, you pull your truck down the driveway and park by the sidewalk so that you have full view of him and Wanda. The boys stay by their mother and Vision looks between them and you before walking off to his car. Once his car is out of sight, you leave and head to your apartment to clean up before having to pick up Rachel. 

Later that week, Tommy and Rachel are goofing off in their science class. They know they shouldn't because the teacher has warned them plenty of times that they will be separated if they don't learn to behave around each other. But for some reason or another, they cannot help themselves. 

And unfortunately because they are male and female friends that are close, other students have assumptions about them. “You guys are so cute together, I wish I had a boyfriend,” a girl boasts to the two when she and her partner are teamed up with them. 

Tommy makes gagging noises and Rachel makes a face. The girl looks confused. “Gross dude, that's my sister,” Tommy exclaims. 

“Well, not technically but in a way, Tommy is like my brother,” Rachel corrects as she lightly punches his shoulder.

“No, you're going to be my sister,” he clarifies and now Rachel looks confused.

“What are you talking about? We were told that was never going to happen,” Rachel whispers to him. 

“You mean, Billy didn't tell you?” Tommy looks at her with wide eyes and looks at him as though he has three heads and no brain. Sometimes she believes there's nothing but oxygen up there. “The two of you are constantly gossiping but this he keeps secret.” Tommy shakes his head and looks at the other two who are eavesdropping and he sighs. He writes a note that says to destroy after reading about what he and Billy saw on Saturday morning. Rachel's face contorts as she reads them her eyes widen as she processes then it contorts again. Then she shakes her head as she rips the paper. 

“That doesn't mean anything. You know how the two of them are, they're weird,” she scoffs at the idea. Tommy makes a face because he's not convinced. 

“Mom accidentally gave us one of their shirts because it got mixed in the laundry,” Tommy whispers. “And Grandma made a face at mom when she couldn't come up with a good reason,” Tommy says. 

“You and Billy need to play more video games. Who pays attention to their parents this much?” Rachel scoffs as she starts to turn her attention to her notes. 

Tommy shrugs, “Things used to be really bad at home. You kind of can't stop paying attention after that. Y'know?” Rachel nods as she has heard stories from him and Billy about their dad. Things get tense between her parents but she's never heard her mom cry out in fear of you. She's heard her mom curse you out a few times, some of the times you were there for it and sure, you yelled back in frustration but never anything harmful. Never anything serious or worth remembering.

“Okay, but whatever you're thinking is going on is not going on,” Rachel states. “Now let's focus,” she says as she reads the assignment again. 

The next evening, Tommy and Billy are playing basketball with their uncle Pietro because they need the practice. Vision agreed that Billy can take dancing lessons as long as he still tries out for the school sports teams. But he has to actually try. Tommy still cannot get it out of his head that you are seeing his mom. He's convinced. He needs to know not only the truth but he needs to know if you are as good of a person as they all think you are. You are divorced and that worries him a little as to what brought on that divorce. Rachel blames her mom but he's not certain. 

“Hey, Uncle Pietro,” Tommy starts as he's mindlessly dribbling the ball while his uncle takes a water break. “You've worked with Y/n for a long time, right?” Pietro frowns as he looks at his nephew with curiosity. He confirms that he has. “Are they a good person? Do you trust them?” 

Pietro starts to get a little worried. “Well, that depends on why you're asking me. Did something happen?” 

Tommy shakes his head, “Nah nothing serious.” 

Billy rolls his eyes, “Gee, way to make Y/n not sound like a predator.” 

Tommy widens his eyes at the implications, “Oh shoot! No! No! Nothing like that! I just… I don't want to make a big thing out of nothing. Rach is already annoyed with me about it.” 

Pietro looks over to his other nephew. “Billy, mind filling me in?” 

Billy laughs with a nod. “Yeah, it's nothing crazy, it's just when dad dropped us off  over the weekend… Y/n was there and Mom called them babe. Tommy's been freaked ever since.” 

“Have not!” 

“Have too!”

“Shut up! I have not! You're such an idiot!” Tommy gets defensive and Pietro has to step in to calm the boys down. 

“Okay, okay, just, calm down. It's natural to be confused and concerned. So let's focus on your question. I do trust Y/n. I trust them with my life every day at work. I trust them with your cousin whenever Rachel invites her for a sleepover. I trust them with you guys. And I'd even trust them with your mom if that were to even happen. Does that answer your question?” Tommy nods and walks away to shoot some more hoops as he thinks. Pietro stands next to Billy as they watch him. “You really heard your mom call Y/n babe?” He asks. 

Billy nods and pops the p when he says, “Yup.” 

The next morning, Pietro greets you with a smirk and you look at him like he's losing it. But you try to ignore it as you go on with your work. Unfortunately, he doesn't make it easy to ignore. He continues to look at you and even approaches you a couple of times as if he's going to say something but then backs down. It's distracting and your mind is racing. What could he possibly want from you? 

By lunch time, you've had it. “What's going on with you today?” 

“Are you dating my sister?” Pietro blurts out instead of answering your question. You grow nervous because you and Wanda have been messaging back and forth about when and where and how the two of you want to tell everyone. This is a difficult situation to figure out on your own. 

He's your friend and your boss but he is also Wanda's twin brother. This isn't something you can discuss without her presence. So instead of denying anything, you turn away from him and text Wanda after telling him to hold on. You wait for the go ahead and instead she calls you. 

“Put me on speaker,” she says with determination in her tone. 

“O-kay,” you drag out the word as you follow her orders.

“Pietro, you can't get mad. You cannot fire Y/n. I am a grown ass woman. I know myself better than you do. I've learned from my mistakes. I love them and they love me and I don't care what you have to say about it if it's negative.” Wanda states very clearly in a strong tone. You're not on the receiving end of it and you feel terrified. Pietro is quiet for a moment. You start to worry that he might kill you. Wanda asks what's going on and you dumbly reply that you don't know. 

As you continue to grow even more nervous, Wanda grows more and more frustrated. Then suddenly, Pietro pulls you in for a big hug. “I'm so happy for you guys!” He shouts as he squeezes you tightly. It's muffed for Wanda so she is asking what's happening and you are struggling to breathe. When Wanda threatens to show up, Pietro takes your phone. “Relax little sister. We are hugging. We are happy. I am happy,” he says in a sweet tone you've never heard before. Well, once when he was talking to his baby. 

“Really?” Wanda says as she starts to get choked up. She has never had her brother's approval before. Not that she needed it before, but it feels pretty good to have it. 

“Yes, Wanda. I'm excited actually. I figured something was up a while ago but yesterday the boys expressed some concerns and I've been dying to ask Y/n all day and… I'm just very happy!” Pietro rambles on and on with the widest grin you've ever seen on his face. 

“Thank you, that means a lot,” you say gratefully. 

“So, when are you guys telling the kids? Tommy is waiting to give you the talk.” He says into the phone while holding eye contact with you. The question makes you cringe internally. Not because of what Tommy wants to do, you're proud of the fact that he wants to protect his mother. The thing that makes you cringe is knowing why he's preparing himself. 

“Soon, we were hoping to make it a year before telling the kids. But that plan kind of got derailed last weekend,” you say as you scratch the back of your neck uncomfortably. 

“I heard, she called you babe,” Pietro teases. 

“They told you?” You sigh.

“Yeah, they told me,” Pietro says as he pats your shoulder. “Billy thinks the two of you are just weird friends. But Tommy, he's definitely on to you guys.” You nod as you take your phone from him to talk to Wanda. 

“I know you wanted to wait until Thanksgiving but I think we need to do it sooner than that.” You speak to Wanda directly. 

Wanda sighs, “Yeah, I agree. We can talk about it with the kids on Friday. How does that sound?” 

“Like a great plan. I'll bring the pizza,” you say with a grin. “And I'll let Rachel know that you'll be picking her up along with the boys on Friday.” 

“I'm kind of scared that she'll freak out on me like she did with Daisy,” Wanda says softly. You chuckle at the thought. 

“You forget who was leading the plan to get us together,” you remind her. “She wants this possibly more than we do.” 

“It's one thing when it's a fantasy. It's another when it's reality,” Wanda debates. 

“It's going to be fine,” you assure her. The both of you end the call and loudly claim your love for one another in front of Pietro. He laughs then when you hang up the phone he tells you to not hurt his sister. You promise that you'll do your best. 

Friday night, you are knocking on the front door with three pizza boxes, a family sized salad and cheesy bread in your hands. Billy is the one who answered the door. He shouts pizza as he runs away from the door. You chuckle as you walk through and gently kick the door shut behind you. As you walk through the house with the sound of video games and kids running around, your heart fills with excitement. This is going to be your family. No. This is your family. 

You set the boxes down on the kitchen island and tell the kids to set the table while you organize everything. You set each box next to each other and you set the salad on a separate countertop. Wanda comes out of her office, where she was getting some work done while the kids played, as she hears her son screaming about the food arriving. Wanda takes slow breaths as she grows anxious about telling her kids about dating you. It has suddenly dawned on her that she has never had this conversation before with her kids. 

She has no idea how they will respond to the idea. Yes, she knows that they were plotting to get you and her together for a time. But she's worried that now that they're a little older, things are different. They've already been told to let go of that idea once. Now how is she supposed to explain this?

She is too anxious to eat as she sits at the table with everyone. Only a serving of salad on her plate. You can tell something is wrong but the kids are excitedly recapping their week and you want to give them your undivided attention. If they knew, you could just hold her hand. But then again, she wouldn't be this nervous. 

After a few minutes you decide that you can't let your girlfriend starve. So you clear your throat and grab their attention. Wanda looks at you and subtly shakes her head because she's not ready. But you take her hand and give it a soft squeeze to let her know that it's okay. 

“Kids, I know you guys are going to have questions and might be a little confused but Wanda and I have grown closer. We know that we sat you guys down a little while ago and said that this relationship wouldn't happen but, life is funny that way. And things change,” you ramble nervously. You had practiced a speech all day. Pietro and the other people on the crew helped you write it. But now you have it all backwards. You close your eyes and shake your head. “I'm sorry, let me start again.” You sigh and rub your eyes. 

“Okay, we have been meaning to tell you guys something. It's about our relationship. It has grown from a friendship in the way that you guys had once hoped for us. Tommy, Billy, I love your mom. And I want us all to become a family one day,” you state softly as you look at them. 

Wanda smiles softly as she puts her free hand on your arm and looks at your daughter. “Rachel, I love your baba very much. I also want us all to be a family someday,” she says with a layer of worry in her tone. 

The three kids are quiet as they exchange glances and then they all nod. “Cool,” Billy says. 

“About time,” Rachel mutters just before she bites her pizza. 

“And you guys called me crazy!” Tommy says with a grin while grabbing another slice.

Wanda almost instantly relaxes and smiles. She looks at each of the unbothered children. She cannot believe it was this easy to talk to them. “Do you guys have any questions for us?” The kids shake their heads as they continue to eat their pizza. You look at Wanda and gently cup her cheek as your eyes bounce around her face trying to get a good read on her. 

“Well, we did it,” you say as your body relaxes. Wanda closes her eyes and nuzzles into the palm of your hand as she accepts the reality. She has told her family. She has told her friends. Finally she has told her children. “And the world isn't burning. It's not going into chaos.” You move your thumb back and forth on her cheek as you continue to comfort her. 

“No, I suppose it isn't,” she chuckles softly as she opens her green eyes to gaze into your kind eyes. She cannot believe she has you. This is her life. This is her family.

Chapter 27

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FORGED UNDER FIRE

PARAPET

blurb: some might say parapet is the beginning of a riders life. it certainly was for you. the beginning of your new life. the beginning of your friendship. the beginning of everything surrounding him.

pairing: brennan sorrengail x rider! reader

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hey guys! so this is sort of a continuation of FORGED UNDER FIRE. this will be a little series where i'll go back and forth on brennan and reader's love story. for this one i wanted to go way back to the beginning.

i finished onyx storm last week and felt really motivated to keep writing for brennan. don't worry there won't be any spoilers for onyx storm as of now. if there is later on i'll add it somewhere in here.

i hope you enjoy! let me know if there a moment in their story you'd like me to write about or if you want me to just get on with reader finding out he's alive! thank you for reading!

It's strange to watch families coming together from all the corners of the Continent. They gather to say farewell to their children while they embark on their journey at Basgiath's War College. Mothers hug their sons, fathers hold their daughter's hands tightly, afraid they'll suddenly vanish, and siblings pretend everything will be okay while they're gone.

The interactions are foreign to you, a result of your parent's abandoning you at a young age. They were too young for a child, too immature, and not prepared in the slightest. They saw their progeny as a hindrance, so they dropped you off at an old relative's house and forgot about you as if you were a mere pet.

Perhaps if you had a family, the rider's quadrant wouldn't have been your choice, but being all alone and dirt poor gives you the freedom to put your life at risk without consequence. The rider's quadrant is the perfect place to make a name for yourself. That is all you desire. You're doing this for yourself, no one else. If you die in the process, then it will make no difference in the world. No one will notice. No one will miss you.

When the clock chimes and the gates open, you turn your back to the strange sight and walk towards the entrance where the rider's quadrant is welcoming candidates. There's only a handful of candidates in front of you, giving their names to the cadets stationed at the entrance to the tall tower. Some hide their fear better than others.

Gripping the straps of your backpack, which holds your few possessions, tightly, you tell the short-haired woman your name and start climbing the stairs. Your body has a mind of its own as it ignores the fluttering of your stomach when you look down the spiraling staircase. It keeps pushing forward, leading you to the top, where about five more cadets wait for this year's candidates. The patches on their arms identify what year they belong to.

The first candidate has begun to cross the parapet; confidently, he spreads his arms to keep his balance and strides forward, quickly and efficiently. The sight of the infamous parapet leaves your mouth dry and your heart fluttering. It's much more daunting to be in its presence than to hear about it through others.

The rain that fell from the sky yesterday has vanished under the intense heat from the sun. It's an advantage you're grateful for as you mutter a quick prayer to Zihnal. The gods have led you to this point and will continue to help you survive.

The parapet is just that, the parapet. It has not changed since established, and while built to be a challenge, it is not impossible to cross. Thousands of riders have done it, and you will, too. The challenge lies inside of you. You must not let your fear take over, or it will all be over in an instant.

A soft yet masculine laugh behind you takes you out of your trance, yet you remain focused forward. It's the only way to go. This is your future. You have to make it and prove everyone wrong.

"What's your name, candidate?" Another cadet questions once more, barely sparing you a glance as he scribbles down your name. He steps aside and gestures towards the opening leading to the parapet. "Ready or not, it's your turn. Good luck."

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Opening them, you begin your journey; the first couple of feet are easy, being caged in by the walls of the turret. When your body leaves the protective walls, the wind quickly envelops you. No matter the weather, the wind will always be an enemy this high up. There are no buildings shielding the parapet from the ruthless currents.

Your eyes solely focus on the end as your feet carry you further down the stone pathway. Each step is calculated as you lift your foot and ground it until reaching a steady spot. Your body is taught to resist the wind, and while you have blocked off any fear, your hands shake involuntarily.

"Just breathe," you mutter, looking forward and pretending you're in a passing town, walking along the roof of the low buildings you used to train for this moment. You fell numerous times, but each fall was a lesson, and you will not fall again.

Step after step, you near your goal. At times, spreading your arms when a harsh gust of wind threatens to push you over the edge. You're two-thirds of the way to the end when you take a step, and the mortar under your foot crumbles and loosens a stone. Your ankle tips at the disturbance, and you lower your body to kneel on the parapet to prevent from falling. First, you see your hands holding tightly, and then your eyes focus on the river flowing 200 feet under you.

You let out a whimper, and your steady heart begins to beat erratically. The world around you distorts as it takes into account the height you're currently at. Your hands aren't the only part of you shaking anymore, and what little breakfast you had threatens to come up.

"Shit," your voice trembles when your body refuses to respond. "Get up!"

Standing takes you long enough that the person behind you catches up to you. The problem is that your focus has been tampered and the world remains tilted as you try to step forward.

"Hey, you're okay. Keep looking forward. You're doing great so far," a gentle voice says behind you. The initiate is six feet away, giving you your space to continue.

"I can't move," your teeth chatter. You hope the wind dampens the fear laced in your voice. You refuse to be seen as weak this early on.

"Yes, you can. You were just moving minutes ago. Keep your arms out and put one foot in front of the other, looking forward." He's closer now, and maybe it's your imagination, but the wind stills for long enough that you take tentative steps. You breathe out in relief when your ankle holds your weight and is not in pain.

Regaining your confidence, you quicken your steps, your bag softly bouncing on your back. The sun beams down on you, causing your forehead to accumulate with sweat, and you're glad your jacket is stuffed in your bag.

The initiate behind you follows you quietly. For each step you take, he takes one as well; he doesn't rush you or speak anymore.

"Almost there," you tell yourself, steadying yourself. Don't rush, rushing leads to mistakes.

Surrounded once more by stone, you run the last ten feet, your knees buckling when you officially make it off the parapet. A cadet holds your elbow, keeping you up as they ask your name one last time. "Congratulations, Cadet!"

The title makes you smile widely as you suck up the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Fuck, you made it past parapet, potentially the most deadly task of becoming a rider. One step closer to your goal.

The candidate behind you makes it to solid ground, and the Cadets around you opt to give him their attention with one last word to make your way to the courtyard. They clearly know him because they pat his back and talk with a sense of familiarity you're not accustomed to.

"Hey, wait up!" The same voice calls when you walk away. You would continue walking, but thanks to him, you managed to get your shit together, so you stop and turn, staring at him with curiosity.

He flashes you a bright smile when you stop, catching up to you and extending his hand, "I'm Brennan."

You take him in properly for the first time. His hair looks reddish under the bright sun, and it curls as it falls over his forehead, framing the most amazing amber-colored eyes. He has fair skin, and if you focus enough, you can see freckles scattered across his face. He's also much taller than you, with well-built muscles hidden under his clothes. He definitely has rider parents. It explains the confidence and ease he carries with him.

You take his hand, shaking it firmly as you tell him your name. "I guess I should thank you for helping me back there," you say, albeit reluctantly.

"You were impressive out there. I wanted to see you finish it," He says with a shrug. Brennan was impressed by your performance on the parapet. You were quick, never allowing the wind to stop you for more than a couple of seconds. That was until the stone on the parapet loosened and tripped you. "Besides, watching someone plummet 200 feet into the river would be very distracting."

Your lips betray you as they curl up at the ends into a smile, and Brennan takes it as a victory. Previous to him talking to you, there was barely a trace of emotion on your face. He'd been watching closely. "Fair enough, I wouldn't want my screams to distract you."

He'd say you were distracting him from the moment he saw you. "I figure we'll all be screaming on Threshing when we bond with a dragon. Can't promise I won't scream then," he jokes, wanting to see you smile again.

Before you can respond, a group calls after him, waving enthusiastically. "Brennan!" They keep calling, hollering, and whistling.

"Your friends are calling you," you say, pointing behind him.

"Guess they are," he nods, giving her a tight-lipped smile. He wants to stay and talk to you some more. "I'll see you around?"

"Maybe."

The universe works in funny ways as hours later, you are placed in the same wing, same section, and same squad as him. He waves at you when you approach the small group, giving you a grin. For the next year, Brennan will be everywhere, and you might open up enough to make a friend out of him, maybe even more.

Not that you'd let yourself have him that easily.

thank you for reading! i know it's short and there wasn't much of them interacting but i wanted to give reader a little back story!

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Happy Secret Samol to reid!

I made/hacked a solo journaling game about Phrygian in the vein of Grampa's Farm, Alone Among the Stars, Thousand Year Old Vampire and so on and so on. And I do not have time nor the patience to figure out how to transfer my PDF into some sort of a cloud - so the Whole Damn Game will be one long ass tumblr post.

Enjoy "Life of the Party"!

You are a scientist from a different world. You have many forms, your body is part of your self-expression. When you are not a solo apartment, your body is made from wires and cables, snapping and bending into a convincing face. You are far away from home, fighting in a war that is not the war you were supposed to fight in, defending a planet that is not yours from the Principality.

But you are not alone, and the war is not forever. Between battles and missions, scuffles and sitreps, there are occasions of leisure and fun, of bar nights and mournful wakes. Occasions that are built out of moments and people who you share those moments with.

You can be the party, the tv, the people dancing to the music.

And you will not be alone.

How to play

To play, you need a standard 52-card deck WITH JOKERS and a six-sided die (d6). You also need a way of writing down your experiences, be it pen and paper or a notes app on your mobile device.

Play as long or as short of a game as you want to. Shuffle the deck and take out your dice, fire up your writing device.

First roll for the occasion on the occasion table or decide it yourself. Narrate shortly what sort of gathering you are going to. Mark down the general details of the event: what are you looking forward to? Who do you hope to meet? What bothers you about this event?

Draw 3-9 cards, place them in front of you. These are memorable moments that occur in the event. The suit and the value of the card tells you what kind of moments they are and with whom.

Draw the same number of cards into your hand. Your goal is to matcheither the moment’s SUIT or VALUE with the cards in your hand.

Ask yourself, am I the party or am I in the party. Narrate your memory of the moment: who did you share it with and what went right. Did you match the themes, or did you share a connection with the person? You can use the suits and values as inspiration or narrate freely.

If you can match neither the suit nor value, the moment is not harmonious and may cause complications. Narrate honestly what you think happens, either getting inspiration from the different values or suits. Maybe you weren’t not ready to have a heart to heart with your captain and talked to them about the war effort instead.

JOKERS are always treated as moments and should be placed on the table when drawn. Jokers represent strangers, other Branched beings. People like you. Where did they come from and what form do they take? How does their presence change the occasion? How do you try to connect with them, or do you not try to? Once you have gone through all moments, you can draw new ones or decide to conclude the occasion. Narrate your overall feelings towards people you met and experiences you had and end the game.

The Occasion (D6)

Funereal. Revolutionaries often gather in to remember those who they have lost. Large or small, wakes bring people together, close. Amongst grief and remembering, there might be joy.

A Night Out. A local bar, a small burger joint, a shady night market. Smoke and drink and karaoke and puke. Arcade-games and cotton candy, sticky floors and waiting in lines to try the anti-gravity carousel or a game of basketball.

Movie Night. It is a stretch to call mandatory “group activities” a party, but a gathering is a gathering. Popcorn and a small couch, large video catalogue, board games and pool.

Birthday. Time can be weird next to the Mirage but it moves regardless. A ritual, perhaps a shared piece of a pastry. Gifts and singing, barbeque.

A Dance. Music and drinks, a beat that makes your body move in a rhythm with others. A fancy ball or a shady disco with flashing lights – bodies near bodies and a melody that runs through all of them.

Pirate Bounty. From time to time, pirates and your crew end up in the same location – and it is always a party. A shared meal and drink, shared treasures. Firelight and hacked screens.

Moments

The suit of the card tells you the nature of the moment:

♣ CLUBS are moments of physicality. Physical connection: An accidental hug, a hoarse voice, a pulled muscle. Physical things: Cables tangled, a cracked screen, a popcorn machine, a cigarette.

♦ DIAMONDS are moments of intellect and wit. Argumentation, science, discussing the themes of a movie. A game of skills and chance, looking cool or sick as shit.

♥ HEARTS are emotional moments. A heart to heart, a connection and understanding. A heartache, a shared laughter or a shared cry.

♠ SPADES are moments related to The Cause. Sometimes while having fun your work, ideals, The Actual War you are fighting in, seeps in. Millenium Break zines and heavy topics, guns, clocks ticking.

The value of the card tells you the people related to the moment:

2-6 are moments with your crew, Blue Channel, as a whole. Some moments are shared with the whole team.

7-9 are moments with the locals, people of the planet. People made from glass, people shaved from shards of divinity itself, people who operate the local tavern or bar… people of Palisade.

10 are moments with other members of the Cause: be it priests or warlords, revolutionaries or high ranking members of the Millenium Break.

JACKS are moments with the child of the Mirage, Coriolis. As sheltered and “new” she might be, she is part of the team and eager to connect with you, a person from so far away.

QUEENS are moments shared with The Figure. They are shattered and hurt, and they have bad connections – yet they are as dedicated to the cause as ever.

KINGS are moments with antique agricultural robot with growing personality, Thisbe. You have tried reaching out to her previously, but her way of being with others is… unique.

ACES are moments with your captain. Kalvin Brnine might be emotionally reserved, but you are like their second in command and they value your council.

JOKERS are someone like you. A Branched. A being whose form bends to their will – someone far from home. Maybe they fight in the same war as you, maybe they are on the opposing side. But they are here. How do you approach them?

[gingernut1314]

Could you write some luffy dating headcanons?🫶🫶🫶

Dating Luffy would Include...

Content: gender-neutral reader, more love bug Luffy, what I think dating Luffy would be like

Word Count: 700+

A/N: Umm....yesss!!! I'm always so down to write fluffy Luffy things!! If there are any specific dating escapades you'd like me to write about, just let me know! I hope you enjoy!

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Luffy would be the softest, most kind person you’d ever dated

This man is peppering you with kisses every chance he gets

Hugging you every chance he gets

He’s just always finding ways to touch you

He needs to touch you, it’s his love language obvi

If you’re across the ship or somewhere doing something without him, he’s gonna stretch his arm or leg so that he can hold your hand or wrap an ankle around yours

Has close lined about half the crew cause of this

In his need to be close to you, expect to carry him a lot

Cause he’d gonna latch onto your back like some weird backpack

He’ll nuzzle his face in your neck and kiss your skin and tell you all the butterfly-inducing things he thinks of you

Luffy’s gonna say he loves you first

He might even say it way before you two start dating

This guy just loves his friends--you guys are his family

But when you two start dating, you might have to explain that you love him in a different way than you love the crew

Luffy might take a few moments to think this over, but I believe this guy is super emotionally intelligent so he’d know the difference 

And he has no problem letting you know he loves you in this different way too

Be ready to be the first person Luffy’s bringing his strange show and tell things too

Whether it’s a stick or a rock or a very creepy crawly bug, he’s gonna shove it way too close to your face and explain with a big old bright smile on his face what it is and how cool it is

Sometimes he’ll find cool gems or treasures and gift them to you

Sometimes, while on an island, he’ll see something that you just need to have

Of course, this man doesn’t have a single berri to his name, but he’ll beg Zoro or Sanji to buy it for him

And if he’s truly desperate, he’ll brave asking Nami for money

He’ll brave anything for you

He’s gonna do anything to see you smile and hear you laugh

He’ll do bad impressions of the crew or tickle you or even draw you something

He thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world 

And he is not shy when it comes to telling you that

He’ll grab hold of your cheeks and tell you over and over till you feel like you might explode from the sweetness of it all

Luffy loves food

He lives and breaths food

Because of this, food, none cooking sense, is one of his love languages

Because while he will not share with anyone

You’ll find him not stealing food off your plate once you two start dating

You’ll find him making sure you’ve eaten enough before he vacuums down the rest of the food laid out for you all

If there was something you really were looking forward to eating, and Luffy has it on his plate, he’s gonna let you have a piece

You might even ask Sanji to teach you to cook something simple so you could cook for Luffy

And though Sanji assures you Luffy would beg for boiling water and eat burnt to near charcoal foods, he’ll understand you want it to be nice

Luffy will be brought to tears when you present your meal or snack to him

And he’ll attack you in hugs and kisses 

He’ll insist you share the food you made

I think any nicknames he gives you are gonna be food-related

“You’re my little rice ball or meatball” 

Might get the occasional Sunshine from him, but he’s coming up with these nicknames on the fly

And there are definitely ones that are better than others, but they are cute all the same

Ever since you two started dating, there hasn’t been a single night you two didn’t sleep in the same hammock

There really was rarely a night you two didn’t sleep together before you made your relationship official

But it’s mandatory now

And you are more than happy to be wrapped up in his strong, stretchy arms

Say goodbye to blankets cause Luffy is your blanket now

[madthetruemad]

There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 23 | Day of Rest

You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

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The trip home was relatively quick. Though, you spent most of it sleeping.

However, once home Boothill had promised his weapons to you and said that if you ever needed him, then he would be by your side, to which you were quite thankful for. As for Gepard, he kept looking at you strangely, as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t have the courage to.

Until you just about snapped at him as you two walked to your father’s throne room.

“What is it, Gepard?! You’re driving me crazy with all your staring! Usually you would say something by now.”

He finally, finally looked away from you, “I’m sorry…”

You frowned at him, but any questions you had for him died in your throat when you walked into the throne room.

Sunday sat on your father’s throne, his elbow propped up on the arm of the throne whilst his chin rested in his palm and his legs crossed at his ankles as he stared you down.

“Princess, I’m so happy you could make it.”

“B- but- but how?”

A part of you wanted to believe this was another illusion, but with the way you r father was standing next to Sunday, you knew that he was really in front of you.

You went to take a step back, but Gepard had grabbed a hold of your arms and pushed you forward so you were directly in front of him.

“How indeed…”

You swallowed, “I thought- I thought you said you needed Blade and the keys…”

Sunday smirked down at you from his place from the throne, “you really need to stop being so naïve, princess. It’s starting to get easy to trick you.”

“Then-“

“I never needed a new body to revive as I would have just used my old one as it was already partially ascended into an aeon it didn’t rot nor decay which allowed my soul to travel back into it.”

“And the keys?”

“Those weren’t for me. They were for Jing Yuan. His power was locked away when I was gone.”

“Then why did Blade and Dan Heng want to steal the keys so bad?!”

“They knew their Emperor wouldn’t unlock his power himself, so they thought they would have to do it for him.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.”

Sunday motioned you to come up to the throne whilst dismissing both your father and Gepard, and as you watched them leave, neither would look back at you. You wondered if it was shame or regret that kept them from looking back.

So, you stepped forward, and when you were close enough Sunday brought you into his lap. The hand that was running through your hair was anything but comforting.

“Tell me everything that you lied about,” you whispered quietly.

“When I was disposed of and sealed away Jing Yuan knew that his power would be too great and sealed it away in hopes that when he tears through the world it wouldn’t leave such big scars, but of course, Jing Yuan was still so powerful. So, your father and others have snuck around in the darkness to reawaken me in hopes of saving them.”

“When did you reawaken?”

“Guess.”

You thought for a moment as your head rested against his chest, “when Gepard came to the castle.”

“Look at how smart you are.”

You resisted the urge to hit him, “the why send the key that Jing Yuan needs? Why-?”

You stopped yourself. The answer was already there as Sunday, with his free hand brought out a similar key that used to be around your neck.

“That one was a fake… this is the real one. Once I came back, I immediately started to prepare to bring you back here. I planned to either have Feixiao do it by force, to have Gepard sneak you away, or something else entirely. Though, Jing Yuan letting you go himself was certainly a surprise.”

“Why did you want me to befriend Blade?”

“Both to throw you off and to lie to you, but… I also felt he was a good friend in the first life you had.”

“How many allies do you have?”

Sunday stopped petting your hair then and moved to tilt your chin up to look up at him, “as many nations and countries that Jing Yuan has conquered. His search for you was his very downfall.”

You closed your eyes, but his hold on you was starting to hurt.

“Open your eyes, I want to see you fully,” he softened his grip on you, “so, princess, any more questions for me?”

You thought everything over. How it was Jing Yuan manipulating time, how Sunday played you for a fool, how you don’t even know who your allies are, and how… how you’ll die in this life too.

“Will it hurt?”

You noticed how his gaze softened, “your death will be quick, I can promise you that much.”

"Then put me to rest."

[livingformintyoongi]

Poème | Kim Taehyung

Summary: For centuries, Taehyung has roamed the world, trapped in an eternity he never truly desired. Desperation led him to accept an offer of immortality, a gift that quickly turned into his greatest curse. Once a hopeful young man dreaming of a future with the love of his life, he now wanders through time burdened by regret, forever mourning the one he lost. No amount of power, beauty, or wealth can fill the void left by you. If eternity means living without you, then what is the point of living at all? Author’s note: Hi again! I hope everyone is well ^^ I know I had said I was going to focus on GAS? but…. Tae vampire came to my head and demanded to stay until I managed to bring him to this world :) Soooo, I don't know if most of you read this but I seriously, seriously need your help for this, I really don't know how to move it forward :(( so please, if you have any ideas on how to move it forward or any scenes you'd like there to be, send me an ask or a dm, I'd really appreciate it <3 Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Human!Reader (female) AUs: Vampire!AU Word count: 4.6k Status: Unedited Permanent Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @tan-veee @angellekookie @madussthougths Dividers by @the-aesthetics-shop and @strangergraphics

What would you do if you were given the option to live for all eternity? If someone offered you the secret behind immortality and eternal youth, would you accept? Would you be capable of leaving everything behind just to avoid facing death?

Taehyung wished with all his heart that he had asked himself those questions before saying yes to the beautiful woman in the elegant dress who offered him a second chance at life—one without sickness or poverty, a life filled with luxuries and privileges he could never have had as a mere villager in the Victorian era. Something he could have never even dreamed of when he was still human.

When desperation consumes you and you don’t know what else to do to avoid falling into the clutches of death, you… accept the first offer placed in front of you, no matter how risky it may be. That was exactly what led Taehyung to an eternity of regret, suffering, and torment.

He had been blessed with eternal life, but what was the point of living until the end of time if he was alone? What was the use of existing for centuries, watching people be born and die as if they were nothing more than tiny toy soldiers with an expiration date set by a child who had decided it was time to discard them, believing he was too grown up to play with them anymore?

He refused to live an endless life if you weren’t in it.

But you had been gone for so, so long, and he could never forgive himself for it. He could never turn back time and reject the offer from the one who was now his creator. He would never see your smile again, hear your laughter, or smell the soft scent of flowers, of the forest, of you. If only he hadn’t left home that night, if only he had waited a few more minutes… If only you had gone with him, perhaps… Perhaps now, the two of you would be living a long life together, enjoying each other’s company until the end of time.

But that wasn’t how things happened. He left his home that night. He didn’t wait. You didn’t go with him. And now, his fate was sealed. He couldn’t die, he couldn’t be harmed, he would have eternal youth and an ethereal beauty that could make any human give him anything he asked for with just one look. He could have everything—everything except you. And that, without a doubt, was the greatest torture anyone had ever inflicted on him.

That had happened over 170 years ago, and he had spent each one of those years tormenting himself. When he was still human, he had been vibrant and full of life, a social butterfly who, even without the seductive abilities of a vampire, could charm anyone with a single smile. Now, he was nothing but the empty shell of the man he once was.

During that time, he met many like him—those with whom he managed to form something close to what he could call a "family." Jiah was his mentor, the woman who had turned him and helped him through the difficult transition from human to vampire. Chaeyoung was the second oldest, a cheerful and optimistic young woman who had been a vampire for over a thousand years. Sooah and Hoseok came next, both turned in the 15th century. Then there was him, Jiwon, and Jimin—the three of them transformed in the 19th century, all saved from the brink of death by the compassionate leader of their small group.

They had been his family until now, and though he loved them as much as he was still capable of love, his love for them would never amount to even a fraction of what he felt for you. Not even a hundred people could mend the wound in his heart, no matter how hard they tried.

He could still remember his life by your side, when his body was still warm and his heart beat in a rhythmic melody, reminding him that he was alive. The two of you met because of Taehyung’s father’s work—you were a young lady from a wealthy family, and he was the son of a tailor who barely had enough money or resources to live. Yet, you noticed him—his smile, his playful jokes, and his flirtatious charm, reserved only for you.

You weren’t supposed to be together—you both knew that. But neither of you wanted to give up, you didn’t want to lose the only real thing in your lives. So, you ran away. With no money, no place to stay, only the hope of finding a place in the world where you could live without regrets or judgment.

It was his selfishness and foolishness as a teenager that led you both to that situation.

He should have realized it was madness, that there was no way you could survive in the outside world with dreams and hopes coated in sugar and honey. This was the real world—it was cruel and ruthless, showing no mercy to anyone, no matter their age or gender.

The first few months on your own were peaceful. You traveled from town to town on horseback, living freely, loving each other with all your hearts, talking about your dreams for the future, and how exciting it would be to have a family together.

You had managed to stabilize your life—Taehyung making elegant garments for high-society ladies, and you painting beautiful portraits under a pseudonym, which he promoted and sold with his natural charm.

For the first two years, life had been peaceful. Until smallpox arrived. That was when everything fell apart. No matter where you went, how much money you had, or which doctor you saw, once you were infected, there was no escape.

You both caught it at the same time. He did everything he could to keep you both from falling into death’s hands, but it was a fatal disease—there was no cure, especially with their limited resources.

It was on a dark winter night that everything changed. You were starving, and Taehyung was determined to find something—anything—to feed you. Despite his weakened, trembling body, he walked through the dark streets of the coastal city until he reached a shop. But his body was on the verge of collapse, and he fell just a few meters away from home.

He clung to the last bit of strength he had, trying to crawl back to you if necessary—anything to avoid dying far from you. He didn’t want you to think he had abandoned you, didn’t want to make you suffer when you found out he had died in the cold, damp streets, all for the sake of bringing you something to eat. He didn’t want to die without you by his side.

That desperation was what made him accept so quickly the offer placed before him by a complete stranger. “Just one drop, and you will never feel pain again.” And he accepted. He drank whatever she gave him, clinging to the hope of surviving a few more minutes. Then, everything went black for a moment—until he opened his eyes again.

Everything felt new, as if he had been reborn and was rediscovering the world. He felt good, healthy, strong, and maybe a little thirsty—but alive. And that was all that mattered.

When the initial shock passed, he begged the woman to do the same for you, to save you just as she had saved him. She smiled kindly and let him lead her to your small home.

But she stopped before entering, giving him a look of pity and compassion. At that moment, he didn’t know that he could hear a human’s heartbeat from a distance. He didn’t know that, even before stepping inside, she already knew that you were no longer in this world, and nothing could change that—not even her blood.

Taehyung may not have died that night, but his heart… His heart shattered into a thousand pieces the moment he laid eyes on your pale, lifeless body. His body had survived death—but his soul never would.

For a long time, his life had become a series of meaningless events that only served to make his desire to die grow stronger. He knew it was foolish to feel this way when he had what many would kill for; his eternal life was a miracle that tormented him every damn day, and he knew that would never change.

It took him 138 years to get over you—if that was even the right word to use in this context. Perhaps a more accurate way to put it would be, well, trying to forget you through other people. 138 years of solitude, where his only company was six other vampires just as reserved as he was, each keeping the scars of their previous lives a secret, each too afraid to open up to the others and relive memories of a past they all wished to forget.

The first time he tried something with a girl was because of Jimin, who insisted that he should look at someone else besides your portraits—the ones he himself had painted back when he had wanted to immerse himself in your world. He went to a stupid bar, too loud and filled with drunk and high people looking for something casual. But he didn’t want something casual. He wanted something lasting. He wanted you.

Hours passed before a rather beautiful girl approached him. Her shy smile and flushed cheeks seemed endearing, but nothing inside him stirred the way it had when he first met you; her eyes weren’t like yours, her essence wasn’t like yours. He didn’t like her, but still, he forced himself to try.

That night was the first and last time he attempted to move on with someone else. There was only a kiss, a brief brush of lips that the girl gave him as a thank-you for walking her home. That night, he cried like he hadn’t in years, clawed at his lips with his nails until they bled, and his screams were so agonizing that everyone in the house had to check if he was okay, because it sounded as if someone had just run a blade of iron straight through his body.

Taehyung felt that kiss exactly like that—like someone had just plunged an iron sword into his heart and desecrated his body in every possible way.

Sooah called him dramatic. Jiwon even mocked him for making such a fuss over a simple kiss. But it was Jiah who ordered them to be quiet and stayed by his side all night, comforting him as his tears fell ceaselessly down his cheeks.

After that day, he resolutely refused to go out with anyone else for the rest of his life. He didn’t need a replacement—he was much better off living with your memory than trying to forget it.

That was exactly how he managed to slowly overcome his pain—by treasuring your memory through the works of art he created, reliving every one of his feelings for you with each brushstroke on the blank canvas, until there was no trace left of the pain he had once felt. Now, all that remained was peace and a beautiful memory that he would keep deep in his heart for the rest of eternity.

It took him 175 years to achieve that peace—175 years in which he held onto the one thing he had left of you: your last painting, the one of a young wealthy woman standing alone in the middle of a grand ballroom. The soft tones and the contrast between the setting and the woman in her simple pastel dress gave off a strange warmth. It wasn’t one of your best paintings—he knew that better than anyone. You had created true masterpieces, works that your clients back then would have died to own. But this one… this one was simple, more discreet, with much less detail—mostly because you were already unwell when you finished it. But your essence, your touch, the feeling you poured into it… all of it was still there. And that made it the most important piece you had ever created.

That was why, as the last act of love he could offer to you and your memory, he traveled to Paris to present it at the Musée d’Orsay. The meeting with the museum’s curator was far more pleasant than he had expected, and he even considered making a generous donation after they agreed to exhibit the painting.

The inner peace he felt when his eyes saw the painting hanging on those cream-colored walls, among hundreds of other paintings from important figures of his era… was something he could never put into words. For the first time, his heart felt at ease—it did not beat, it did not pump blood, he knew that. And yet, for a second, Taehyung felt as if he had come back to life.

He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent around him. Despite the years, there was still a faint trace of you in it. And though it hurt to think that he would never again hold you in his arms, never again breathe in your scent, he felt happy.

Happy for you—because finally, one of your works bore your real name, because at last, people could see the incredible talent you had. This had been your dream, and somehow, he had made it come true for you.

He wondered if there was something after death, if there was truly a paradise in the afterlife. He knew that if such a place existed, you would undoubtedly be in heaven—in a paradise unlike any other, shining like the brightest star the world had ever seen. If that place was real, were you watching him from above?

What would you think of him right now? Would you be afraid of the fact that he was no longer human? Or of the fact that, in his first years as a vampire, he had taken the lives of many?

Would you still love him from that place so far away from him?

He prayed every day to a god he wasn’t sure existed, just to hold on to the hope that the answer was yes.

"How are things going over there?" Jiwon asked through the phone.

Taehyung’s feet carried him through the museum for the sixth time that afternoon. He still wasn’t in the mood to leave, and it’s not like anyone needed him at home at the moment. He would probably head to a nearby bar, have a glass of wine, and wander around the city until the sun rose again.

"Fine, I guess," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the paintings displayed in front of him. He had seen many of them online, but seeing them in person… it was definitely something completely different. Noticing the brushstrokes, the old traces of a brush over the oil paint, the colors, the size—everything was a new experience. It was like meeting the same person a second time; the feeling and the first impression could never be the same if you only saw them through a screen.

"So expressive, Kim." Taehyung rolled his eyes at Jiwon’s mocking tone. He wasn’t in the mood to be expressive, and it’s not like he was obligated to be.

"Anyway, Jiah is pretty worried. You know how she is, especially when it comes to you."

Taehyung nodded in silence, even though he was aware she would never see the gesture. Jiah was… she was like a mother to their small family. She was the one who turned them, the one who took care of them and taught them how to maintain their composure, always patient and loving with everyone. Taehyung couldn’t recall a single time when she had ever raised her voice at any of them.

He had always known, just like the others, that she had a certain weakness for him, something he associated too much with the fact that she had witnessed him fall apart upon finding you lifeless that night. She was the one who worried about him, who paid to give you a proper funeral, who helped him get through his sleepless nights, and who showed him a completely new world. She was the mother Taehyung never had, and he was grateful every single day for everything she had done for him, despite all the trouble he had dragged her into.

"I’ll be back soon, I just… I just want to say goodbye properly."

He stopped again in front of the painting he had submitted. That small pang in his chest had returned and, although for a few seconds he regretted it, the weight lifted when he saw someone else stop in front of your artwork to take a photo. He had managed to immortalize your memory—that was all that mattered.

At last, he would no longer be the only one completely in love with your art.

There were a few seconds of silence in which neither of them seemed to know what to say. The stillness was broken by Jiwon's soft and—unusually—understanding voice.

"Are you really okay over there, alone? We’re all a bit worried about you."

Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, lowering his head to glance at his elegant brown oxford shoes. When he was still human, he had longed to wear a pair like these, and now that he could afford them, half of his wardrobe revolved around them. You would probably be just as enamored with them as he was.

"I’ll be fine, Jiwon. It’s just a few days, it’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing."

He made his way toward the museum exit, but not before giving the painting one last look. This would be the last time he saw it—this was the final farewell. He sighed, running his tongue over his dry lips.

"Besides… I need to do this alone."

"Alright, okay, I get it. It’s your healing process and all that cheesy crap you love." Jiwon let out a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. Even miles away, Taehyung could feel the worry in her voice. A part of him was touched by it. It was nice to see that, despite everything, she still cared for him.

"Just… call us if anything happens, okay? Jimin is about to lose his mind."

"Jimin is always about to lose his mind," he chuckled under his breath, politely nodding to the guards watching the entrance.

The first thing he saw upon stepping outside was the sky, painted in pastel hues, with a faint trace of stars beginning to emerge, preparing to turn it into a beautiful nocturnal canvas with the moon as its protagonist.

"I’m going to hang up. I need to go somewhere else before heading back to my hotel."

"Alright, I get it, you’re bored of me." Even without seeing her, Taehyung knew she was smiling on the other end of the line.

"See you."

And with that, the call ended, leaving him alone with his own thoughts once again.

He wished that becoming a vampire had meant his emotions—like his heart—simply stopped functioning. Life would be easier that way. Carrying the weight of his emotions would be… probably a little more bearable.

The soft sound of Taehyung’s footsteps echoed through the dark streets of Paris, faintly illuminated by the streetlights surrounding the small, quiet alley he had chosen to escape the bustling crowd—and, in turn, his own thoughts. He had stopped by the bar he had wanted to visit for so long, but after spending a couple of hours sitting at the counter, sipping a drink he could barely taste… it was dull not being able to savor it the way he once did.

He gazed up at the night sky stretching above him, noticing how the stars seemed much closer, as if they had gathered there just to shield his eyes, rather than simply existing as part of nature’s design.

Tomorrow, he would probably buy a ticket back to Korea, still debating whether to purchase a first-class seat or a regular one. Jiah had given him more than enough money to indulge in any luxury he desired, but he didn’t want to take advantage of her generosity. He had his own savings, and not just a small amount—old trinkets he once considered worthless centuries ago were now worth millions, a fortunate advantage for all of them.

A soft melody from a nearby radio pulled him from his thoughts. He hadn’t noticed the old record store beside him, still open for some reason. It had a distinctly vintage, understated charm—exactly Taehyung’s style. He studied its exterior, noting the yellow sign with red lettering perched atop the roof, reading: Le cœur de la musique.

In the display window, several vinyl records from the ’70s and ’80s were neatly arranged, among them the famous Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by Elvis Presley, the very song now enveloping the alleyway with its gentle notes and romantic lyrics.

Taehyung truly loved that song. He closed his eyes, letting the music seep into more than just his ears—letting it settle into his body as well. With graceful movements, ones that seemed almost ingrained in him, Taehyung began swaying to the melody. He had been a great dancer in his youth. When you were both just children, you had asked him to be your dance partner so you could practice. The two of you had ended up falling completely in love with the warm, intimate feeling of it. Even when your bodies had grown cold, even when death gnawed at your bones and drained your souls, neither of you had ever stopped dancing.

His memories of you returned, vivid as always; he could almost feel the soft scent of your skin against his nose, the sensation of your hair brushing against his rough fingertips, your forehead resting gently on his shoulder, your breath against his chest. It was almost as if you were still there with him, dancing in the empty streets of Paris, in front of an old record store, your hearts swaying in perfect harmony beneath the stars.

His feet continued moving across the pavement until a soft click snapped him out of his trance.

Instantly, all of his senses sharpened. He halted his movements at once, scanning his surroundings for whoever had made that sound. He knew it was a camera. And he knew it hadn’t been close—if it had been, he would have smelled the person’s blood by now, wouldn’t he?

His dark eyes flickered with a brief glint of alertness as he surveyed the alley. That’s when he finally noticed her. At the far end of the alleyway, a young woman stood frozen in place, her face still partially hidden behind the camera lens aimed directly at him.

Before he could even think, his feet carried him forward, ready to demand why she had captured such a personal moment without his permission. But then, the delicate scent of strawberries and roses reached his nose. And right after—her blood.

Sweet. Addictive. More tempting than any other scent he had encountered in his 175 years of existence.

For a fleeting moment, Taehyung swore his heart beat again, just from the sheer intoxication of it. His gums began to itch as his fangs pressed against the inside of his lip, the thirst for blood growing exponentially with every step he took. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the overwhelming urge to feed suffocating him, clouding his mind.

Until she lowered the camera.

Until he saw your eyes.

Large. Bright. Filled with life, staring at him from the end of the alley.

His heart—still lifeless, still incapable of pumping blood—felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. And though he had no need to breathe, he swore the air caught in his lungs.

Did that make sense? Of course not, but you—standing right there, smiling at him as if you hadn’t died in his arms over 170 years ago—didn’t make sense either.

And yet, there you were.

The same eyes. The same lips. Your hair was different, yes, but everything else… everything else was exactly as he remembered. Exactly the same as the day death had stolen you from him.

Was this some kind of punishment? Retribution for the countless lives he had taken in his early years as a vampire?

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” you blurted out the moment you noticed the man standing just a few feet away from you. A soft, warm blush quickly spread across your cheeks—not only from the embarrassment of being caught photographing a complete stranger without permission but also because that very stranger, the one now standing before you, was breathtakingly handsome. And now he was looking directly at you, so intensely that you could feel his gaze burning into your skin.

“I-It’s just that I was on my way back to my hotel, and I saw you dancing alone. You had this melancholic expression that was just so captivating from here and… I’m sorry, that’s no excuse for what I did, I’ll delete the photo right away!”

As you fumbled over your apology, nervously gripping your camera once again, Taehyung took the opportunity to examine you—every detail of your face. You had the same beauty mark beneath your left eye. The same faint scar between your index and middle fingers. Even your voice—one he remembered as if it were his own—was exactly the same.

Your clumsy way of speaking.

The pink flush on your cheeks.

Your long eyelashes.

There was no doubt in his mind. The young woman standing before him was you.

“I…” His voice was quiet, almost hesitant. “What’s your name?”

He watched as your eyes lifted to meet his. He couldn’t help but notice how your lips parted slightly at the unexpected question.

Ah.

He still remembered the way your lips moved against his—soft yet intoxicating, slow yet sensual, always keeping him on edge. He remembered the way you used to smile whenever he playfully nibbled on your lower lip.

He missed it.

He missed you.

“Oh! S-Sorry, how rude of me,” you chuckled nervously, carefully lowering your camera so that it hung freely around your neck. The strap dug slightly into your exposed skin, but it was the safest way to carry it without accidentally dropping it. “I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Y/N,” he murmured, savoring every letter of your name.

He knew it. He knew it. It was impossible for you to be anyone else.

His eyes began to sting as the reality of what was happening finally settled in.

After 175 miserable years—

You had come back to him.

Looking exactly as you had the last time he saw you.

“The pleasure is mine,” he said softly, reaching out to take your hand in his own, gently, fearful that the moment his fingers brushed against your skin, you would disappear.

But you didn’t.

You were still there when his lips pressed lightly against your knuckles, inhaling your scent as discreetly as possible.

So this is how you smelled when you were full of life.

Without an illness slowly stealing you away. Your blood had the sweetest scent he had ever known, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes at the steady, rhythmic beat of your heart echoing in his ears, proof that you were alive, proof that you were here.

Taehyung had never believed in God, but now, with you standing before him— he could only describe this as a miracle.

Masterlist.

[angellekookie]

IN THE NAME OF LOVE & OTHER THINGS | MYG - Royalty AU [oneshot]

Summary: In which you really tried not to fall for him, but some things are inevitable, and you're ready to give u everything to be with him.

Genre: Romance (and maybe a little agnst? bro idk this was an accident

WC: 1.6 K

Warnings: None that I can think of, if I'm being honest.

Pairings: Min Yoongi x F! Reader

Note: Yall this drabble was naawt supposed to happen but since it did, let's call it either a prelude or a spoiler for another project I have in the works. It has not been beta read or checked for errors any at all. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading it nontheless, it was a fun distraction ^^

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto & @strangergraphics

You two were never to meet. Afterall, you were both from two different worlds that only ever intertwined in the shadows. You lived in ballgowns and politics, delicate hands never even having to feed yourself if you lack any such desire on a given day. He lived in stone and clay and plaster, calloused hands rumoured to be tinged with gold or magic because of how he could bring any material to life. 

You were the daughter of a Duke, and while he was indeed a prodigy, the most sought after artist in all the four kingdoms, that didn’t mean the public would take too kindly to a relationship or marriage between you. It would never work.

It’s what you’ve been trying to come up with a way to tell him that whatever it was between you two had to end. There was no future for it, nothing to look forward to.

So why did you fall in love with him? Just when did you manage to fall for the Hands of Midas himself?

You wondered if it was between the silences you’ve shared, as he was a man of few words. Or maybe it was the dedication and focus he had when he was working. Perhaps, one too many instances of you watching him work on the sculptures your father commissioned for the parlour. Nights where you hoped, prayed, wished and even went as far as risking your dignity to beg and plead with the skies if they could make you marble or clay or anything just once. How his hands moved creating lines and shadows, bringing new life to every area he touched - it made you wonder if he could bring a new life to you too. 

You heard him laugh exactly once, but you vividly remember every smile and you secretly wished they were all for you.

If only you knew that Min Yoongi had saved every smile for you. 

He never wanted to be sponsored by the Duke. He didn’t want anything to do with any of the nobles. He’d wanted to stay home, with his family. All he knew for his entire life was art. His mother’s singing, his father’s painting and his own love for sculpting. He was always quiet, observing the world around him and seeing every flaw. But Yoongi thought they were beautiful, so he used his hands to create the world that he sees, the one he loves. He didn’t need anything else. But going to stay with a wealthy family would be good for his own family. He’d get a great education, a place to stay and of course, he could sculpt whenever his heart desired- that’s what his mother told him as she sent him off on the carriage when he was younger.

Of course he missed his mother, cried for the first and last time the day he left. He was sure nothing could ever make leaving home worth it, wanted to curse the Duke and everything he stood for ripping him away from his recently widowed mother. Oh how that quickly changed when a girl with the kindest eyes and the biggest and brightest eyes ran out just as he was getting out of the carriage at the duchy. He noticed the dirt on her cheeks, how she seemed unbothered; happy. How she dragged along who he would correctly assume was a younger sibling- though she expressed more discomfort at whatever she was unwillingly being volunteered into. 

Being sponsored by the Duke had its perks, though. Yoongi would get to spend his days learning whatever they thought he needed academically, and as soon as that was done he’d get to bask in the glow of his art and his loyal audience of exactly one. Just as he would trace the lines on his current project, you would be tracing him. Of course, he couldn’t help the smiles he desperately tried to suppress whenever you were around. That was the only thing that could happen between you two, he knew that. You and him could never happen, surely such a pairing would be doomed from the start. He could only ever dare to reach out to you in his most wretched dreams. That was as far as he would go.

That was how far he thought he would have gone until that day between the marble and the roses things went just a bit too far. Spilled wine, whispered confessions and shared desire broke years of silence and tension. Suddenly, the spectator was the centre of attention. Though Yoongi didn't miss the opportunity that you had always been the star in his eyes. A star he never thought he’d ever get to hold in his hands, despite the risk of being burnt.

The risk was great. He knew it and so did you. 

And yet you would find yourself wrapped up in Yoongi always, somehow. You loved him, you were sure. So what if the risk was drowning? Whatever great thing that you were born to accomplish in this life couldn’t compare to loving him, being loved by him. 

Your mother, ever the noble lady she tried to raise you to be, asked you if you were sure that this was what you wanted to do. Left without a word to speak to your father, you presumed. You knew what it would come down to at the end of the day, knew that surely you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too. 

Your father was always the kind of man to talk about duty and honour. Never failing to tell you and your sister the importance of the roles you were born in. He’d always encouraged you both that being a leader in any sense of the word, was to be wise both in mind and the heart. You were in his office with your sister when he told you that knowledge was just a blade without the handle of wisdom. You were also in his office whenever he scolded you for something like missing lessons with the governess (again) or whenever he praised you for a beautiful painting you made.

This time, you sat stood before him, too scared, too nervous for the outcome. Hoping the ‘But father, I love him’ you were holding on your tongue would be enough of an explanation for him. Hoping that you didn’t break down and cry and beg and plead for him to let you go. That you really tried not to fall for him, but some things were inevitable. You had so much to say in your defense. All ready to run away should they decide to lock you up in the duchy forever or marry you off to some old widower. You weren’t prepared for when your father took your own hand in his, and looked at you with something that you truly did not have the words to describe. “Are you truly serious about this? Do you love him, ___?”

“With everything,” The tears you planned to use and beg were now threatening to make an appearance for a whole different reason. “I don’t want to have to live a life knowing I gave up the chance to love him.” You sat at his feet like you used to when you were much smaller. “I know you’re disappointed in me and that I’ve let you down but father, I’m-” 

You never got to apologise. Not when your father told you you had nothing to apologise for, that he knows this must have meant a lot to you since you actually wanted to apologise for breaking the rules this time. He hugged you and told you he’d already spoken to Yoongi, that you both shouldn’t just run away, that he’d take care of everything- that he could make sure you were safe one last time. What could you have possibly done, except cry while your father held you for the first time in a long time, for the last time in a long time. 

It’s how you found yourself still crying in the arms of your younger sister. You had come to tell her that you had made your mind up, you came to tell her goodbye.

Evening came, stealing away the daylight, but also bringing the time you were to leave everything familiar and dear to you behind. You were still in your sister’s room, head in her lap as she absentmindedly stroked her fingers through your hair. It was almost as if she was the older one today, but then again- she was always the more composed of the two of you. You were leaving her with a heavy burden, a great responsibility. But you knew that she could handle it much better than you ever would, with much more grace than you could even think to imagine.

“What is love, that you’re so willing to give everything up like this?” You took some time before answering your sister’s question, only to put your thoughts together. 

“Love is something that knocks on your door at odd hours in the night. It warms your cheeks when you're out during the day, it chases you through meadows- it’s an adventure that comes to find you when it knows you're ready to sacrifice everything to chase it. Eventually, you’ll find yourself where love  rests.”

“I’m afraid you’ve left me even more confused than I was three minutes ago…” She looked at you, the sad smile not reaching her eyes.

“One day, you will find love, and find yourself, and find your answer.” That’s what you told her as you embraced her for the last time for a long time.

You yourself often wondered what love was. But in the carriage your father arranged for you the night you left home, in the place you now live with a man you were convinced was born from your dreams, in the letters you exchange with your sister ever so often… You can safely say you found it.

AN: Thanks again for reading everyone, feedback is always appreciated 😘.

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[niniwritesxo]

ahhhhh i love ur fics sm!! ur such an amazing writer! if ur taking requests could u do something w roh jae won and reader crushing on eachother on the squid game set? have a good one !! ❤️❤️

‘you told me last night’

hope you like it !

꩜ —————————————————————————

filming squid game season 2 was already intense, but dealing with a growing crush on roh jae-won? that was a whole different kind of high-stakes game.

it had started small, things like stolen glances, playful teasing, the way his laughter always seemed to linger in your ears longer than anyone else’s. but lately, it had escalated. the late-night rehearsals, the dramatic tension during scenes, the accidental touches that sent electricity through your veins, it was becoming unbearable.

꩜ .ᐟ ————

“again?” you groaned, stretching your arms over your head. the entire set was nearly empty except for a few lingering staff members. the two of you had volunteered (or rather, been forced) to stay late and rehearse an upcoming emotionally charged scene.

“you’re the one who kept messing up,” jae-won teased, tossing you a water bottle.

“oh, excuse me, mr. perfect actor. maybe if you didn’t keep staring at me like that, i wouldn’t forget my lines.”

his eyes widened slightly, and for a second, he looked caught, like he hadn’t realized just how obvious he’d been. but then he grinned, leaning in slightly. “like what?”

your heart nearly stopped. was he actually flirting back?

“you know what,” you muttered, turning away, trying to pretend your face wasn’t burning.

jae-won chuckled, but instead of pushing further, he exhaled and straightened. “okay, let’s be serious, one more take.”

the scene required raw emotion, desperation, anger, and heartbreak. and somehow, despite your mutual teasing, when the cameras weren’t rolling, jae-won had a way of locking eyes with you that made it terrifyingly real.

by the time you finished, the room was silent. the tension was so thick you could almost touch it.

“that was… intense,” you breathed out.

jae-won didn’t answer right away. he just looked at you, his gaze flickering to your lips for the briefest second before he shook his head with a soft laugh. “yeah. you’re good.”

did he almost say something else?

you’d never know, because at that exact moment, yim si-wan (one of the senior cast members) poked his head in. “you two still here? wow, the dedication.”

you and jae-won jumped apart like you’d been caught doing something illegal.

si-wan raised an eyebrow. “uh-huh. well, don’t stay too late, lovebirds.”

you spluttered. “we’re not—”

“okay, okay, scene partners.” si-wan winked before leaving.

you risked a glance at jae-won, who simply rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you.

꩜ .ᐟ ————

days later, during a break, you were lounging around with kang ha-neul and lee jin-wook, waiting for the next scene to be set up. the conversation had somehow drifted into embarrassing crush stories.

“oh, I have a good one,” ha-neul said, leaning forward with a smirk. “i once confessed to someone by accident because I was sleep-deprived. full-on I love you situation. worst part? they thought I was joking.”

you laughed. “that’s horrible. imagine confessing by accident. couldn’t be me.”

“you sure?” ha-neul teased. “i feel like that’s exactly how you’d do it.”

“no way.”

“actually…” jae-won’s voice cut in from behind you. “you kinda already did.”

silence.

your entire body went stiff. slowly, you turned to face him. “what?”

jae-won crossed his arms, lips twitching like he was trying not to smirk. “you told me you liked me last night.”

the room erupted.

“omg, y/n?.” Jin-Wook nearly choked on his drink.

ha-neul looked at you like you’d just given him the juiciest gossip of the year. “wait when?!”

your brain short-circuited. “that’s a lie.”

“nope.” jae-won looked far too amused. “you were half-asleep, though. i think you thought I was a dream or something.”

tou groaned, burying your face in your hands as the others howled with laughter. but through your fingers, you peeked at jae-won

his expression was different now, softer, almost… hopeful?

“don’t worry,” he said, just loud enough for only you to hear. ‘‘i like you too.”

you almost stopped breathing.

but before you could say anything, the director called, “alright, back on set!”

jae-won winked at you before walking off, leaving you stunned, blushing, and fully aware that this wasn’t just a crush anymore.

꩜ .ᐟ ————————————————————————

hope you enjoyed it!

(english is not my first language so my apologies for any mistakes i may have made)