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simp-ly-writes · 1 day ago

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"Always, Sweetheart."

─────── · · A Black Ops 6 FanFic

Pairing: Russell Adler x Fem!Handler!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You were a handler of operators out in the field and Russell Adlers was your best and yet the biggest pain in your side with his constant flirting and desire to get under your skin. Yet as soon as someone else tries to annoy you or heaven forbid- flirt with you, it gets shutdown right away.

─ · · TAGS: men being dicks, female pronouns, no use of (y/n), protective!Russell, jealous!Russell, mutual pining, enemies (strong annoyance) to lovers, confessions, pet names, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort.

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─ · · A/N: I was going crazy looking at all the fan art. Don't think I will be coming fully back to COD like I was before, but I had to write something for this character. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Officer Adler!" you yell, bursting through the heavy oak doors and into the office space. Fellow agents, officers, and handlers all look towards you and then back at Adler frozen in time and space.

Adler takes a drag of his cigarette before waving his hand in a silent command for everyone to leave you both. Hands quickly pick up their belongings and feet scatter out before the doors enclose you both.

The man in question makes no further movement simply leaning against the corner of a desk, a smirk setting upon his features as his glasses slip down his face to watch as you near, hands gripping a manila folder.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he says in an even tone, observing the curves of your face that have fallen into a serious frown. "We have already gone over this before, agent. You cannot call me such, such-"

"Such what, honey?" He teases further, cigarette sitting between his lips as he leans closer and into your space. You take a half step back, pinching your brows together before letting out a breath. "The pet names, Adler. They have to stop, we are both professionals."

Adler hums out in contemplation, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the nearest ashtray. He nods his head in direction to the folder in your hand. "No. Before this," you wave the folder around to further prove your point, "we are sorting this thing out. I need to hear you say you won't do it any longer. It causes way to many issues."

"Issues about what? If someone is bothering you, you'll let me know right?" Adlers face drops, hands forming into fists, his stare already demanding names.

"Yes of course! But it makes me appear less assertive in my role, Adler. I have other operators I have to account for since you left and I can't have the newer ones thinking they can disrespect me in any way!" you try and explain, a hand gripping your hair as you stress.

Adler stands, gently taking your elbow before his fingers trail up your arm and towards your hand and head where he eases your grip from your roots. Before he can go to fix your hair you shake his touch off with a huff. "This is what I mean, officer," you say, throwing the document on the now bare desk.

"Well then maybe you should drop your other agents, (last/name)," Russell counters, arms now crossed against his wide chest. A few buttons to his navy shirt undone as you do you best to not look at the skin showing underneath.

"See you would have been my only operator as you have demanded in the past but as soon as you left, you failed to see that I still need to put food on the table so what little choice did I have but to be given new recruits?" you retort, falling into the nearby swivel chair as you stare at the door.

Adler crouches down, blocking your view. His hand twitching to pick up your chin to see your eyes once more. "Hey, look sweeth-(last/name). I can't apologize for my reasons for leaving but I will apologize for leaving you with no other options."

You nod your head before meeting his eyes once more, "So no more petnames?"

"No promises," is all Adler can say before leaning over you to reach for the documents you threw earlier. You lean back into your chair, hands gripping the arms, "You know you could have just asked me to get those for you?"

"Yeah but I got them anyways." You roll your eyes, "Hey- none of that now," Adler shushes you before looking back down at the files. You watch as his large hands grip the corners of the page, careful not to bend them before flipping it to the other side, a series of photos close to falling out as he tips the folder towards you to stop them. "I'm not a child in need of reprimanding, save that for the field workers."

"Never said you were but seeing you leaning back in that chair while doing that plants some images in a man's head," Adler's familiar smirk haunts you once again in the daylight. "Fucking hell," you swear underneath your breath.

"So, why am I being shown these? I already completed this objective..." Adler closes the folder, placing it gently back on the desk.

"Yeah, thats the issue. You see, Adler, we needed more information on those guys. Not for you to shoot them and the information with them!" you yell, swearing that your voice rippled the coffee in a nearby cold cup.

"Well, I'm going to let you in on a little secret off the books."

"And what secret would that be out of your many?" You lean forwards, playing with a ring on your finger. Adler stares at the movement before turning his back to you.

"I already knew all that information years ago, just had to make sure nobody else got to it."

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You thought that after that whole fiasco with your officer Adler, thing would have cleared up since then but it seemed that life had thought differently.

You were in a board meeting with your fellow operators, their handlers, and council members. One of your officers, Roger was sitting beside you, a notebook shared between the two of you as you both passed notes back and forth on the meeting that was dragging on into your lunch break.

"Well if they are planning biological warfare we have to meet metal with metal! If we are acting as moderates or even submissive what the hell room does that leave the enemy to operate in! They need to be neutralized long before those chemicals get out of the port, fuck the rest of them!" A board member yells from the top of the table as you lean back gaining a headache from it all.

Roger places a hand on your shoulder, his head tilting down to your ear, "You holding up alright?" he asks politely, turning his head for you to whisper your answer. "Yeah, just need this meeting to be over or at least to be paused. We are getting nowhere with all this shouting and violence."

The officer nods to your answer. "Yes, we have been circling over the same-"

"Oi! Do you to have something to share? Or are you both gonna keep whispering sweet little nothing into each others ears? Should I tell Adlers' that your cheatin' on em'?" Another handler chimes in, sending a toothy-white smile in your direction.

The other men around the table laugh as you lean on the table, threatening to stand. Roger makes no sudden movement in his chair, face set in a glare directed to the senior member at the unprofessional comment. Sighing you pick up your notes and crack your neck before reading your own radiant smile, eyes holding daggers picturing to stab through his eye-sockets.

"That will not be necessary, Paul," you spit out his name, "Nor is any of this discussion. We have all made no process since eleven! If we display strength with the military we risk our agents already operating within the operation and civilians. If we sit back and let it happen, we also risk a potential nuclear war. Our best option, which none of you men have brought forward and is embarrassing for our field is that we don't ship ourselves alongside the weapon, that way we can determine who has it, where it is meant to go, and where we want it to go."

You are nearly out of breath by the end of your speech as you stand and begin to walk towards the doors, Roger's hot on your tail as nods his head before all the members on behalf of you both, leaving the room in silence.

As soon as the door closes behind you both, you lean against it. "At times, I wish I had a dick like the rest of them but then I remember it's what makes them this way," you explain before picking yourself back up and continuing down the hall.

Rogers laughs, his eyes crinkling as he bumps your shoulder. You look up, casting him a smile as well. "You have a way of saying things, sweetheart. Would leave to see more of that mouth outside of work," Rogers says causing you to stand still in the hall as people walk around you both.

Turning to face your agent, your smile has turned into a glare once more. "Get back to work, Rogers. I expect a full report from last week still that I have yet to receive. Your co-worker has already sent theirs in with misinformation, I hope to not see the same things on yours. And please remember this, I. am. not. your sweetheart."

Turning back on your heels you continue further down the hall, Rogers left with your words before a whistle has you nearly breaking a heel by how much you want to throw it in his face. Russell. fucking. Adler. Standing there with that smirk yet again as he leans up against the break rooms entrance.

He holds out a hand, shaking it in a silent ask to carry your belongings. You shove them into his hand while using your other to press against his chest and to move him out of your way.

He does not budge, simply looking down at your lingering touch with a softening smile. "I am not in the mood, Adler. Please let me through," you use an overly sweet tone, you can feel him tense from underneath you.

"Hey, though I do love that tone when seeing you in a good mood. I do love viewing your rage. Lay it on, whats on your mind?" Adler asks, hand now resting atop your own.

"Move first and we'll sit and talk," you counter to his nod. Adler drops your touch, arm moving to welcome you into the empty space as everyone had already cleared back for work.

Coffee in hand, sandwich in the other, you took to your seat. "I'm so sick of men constantly stepping all over me when I worked just as hard- no. Fucking harder for this position and I still get treated like a little girl in their fathers suit and it does not help when after three hours of men shoving their dicks on the table a younger one then gets the audacity to be asking to see my mouth while calling me Sweetheart," you complain, downing the rest of your coffee before slamming the cup against the saucer.

Adler appears even more tense then you, his hands grips into fists allowing the veins across his forearms to appear most prominent. "Give me a name."

"Pardon?" you ask, embarrassed that you had became so easily distracted.

"Give. me. a. name, please," Alder asks once more, his eye staring deeply into your own. "Hey, whats wrong, sharing is a mutual affair," you reach across the table to grasp one of his hands, surprised when he pulls away. He's never done that before...

"Nobody gets to say that shit to you, not when I'm here. I'm sorry that you had to hear that, sweetheart." And for some reason you don't feel disgust except an overwhelming feeling of comfort as the word dances through your ears. You try and fake annoyance but Adler only takes that as further fuel against whatever man had wronged you so.

"Theres no need to apologize, Adler. I already told Rogers off-" you should not have said that, already regretting your words and Adlers chair screeches against the tiled floors, the door being slammed behind him as he storms off to find Rogers.

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The next time you are working with Rogers, he does not even look at you unless you command him to. He does well to hide his face to the best of his ability but it is hard not to notice the black eye or scarring underneath his chin. Tisking to yourself, you tell the agent his next meeting point in the south Mediterranean sea before setting off on your next mission, to find Adler.

It did not take long as he was already waiting in your office. First aid it open and displayed across the documents on your desk. He did not hiss or move as he poured the anti-bacterial fluid over his wounds, his teeth gripping a bandage in wait as he had yet to acknowledge your presence.

"Alder," you scolded like a tired mother before taking the wraps from his teeth and standing between his legs, gently wrapping his hand before pressing a kiss to your work that had both of you chuckling.

"You didn't have to do that, you know. Could have gotten you suspended-"

"You really think they would suspend me, honey?" you blush, shaking your head and taking a step away yet Adler catches your elbow, standing, chests touching as he leans down to get a better look of your face.

"All I'm saying is that you have to take better care of yourself, officer," you retort, eyes quickly casting to his lips before holding his gaze.

Alder smiles, hand now cupping your cheek as you allow yourself to lean into his touch. "Are you sayin' you care about me, (last/name)?" he teases, eyes already knowing the answer by the way in which they crinkle, mirroring your own.

"I care for all of my operatives, Russell Adler."

"But am I really just an operator to you, sweetheart?" his words now nearly a whisper upon your lips that part in wait.

"Well there's only one way to find out-" and his lips were on yours. His hand now holding the back of your head, nudging it upwards as you curved into his touch, hands gripping his shirt and around to his waist. Russell's other hand moved to grip your waist, thumb rubbing circles into your side as you felt his smile upon your lips.

Pulling away, lips puffy and eyes starry as you panted for air, Adler barely gave you anytime to breathe before he was kissing you again. Any papers on your desk were thrown to the floor before Russell was picking you up by the back of your thighs and placing you on the desk, legs spreading to keep you both close.

Standing back to full height, Adler looked at you sprawled out before him, hands morning their way up from the ankles that kept him locked into to place, up to your calves and towards your thighs and lower torso. Your breath gasped as his hands teased at the skin between your waist and shirt, skin tingling, his touch lingering with shared desire.

"Kiss me again," you pleaded.

"Always, Sweetheart."

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─ · · A/N: If this is recieved well may make another one... 🤷

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sector1atiny · 1 day ago

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𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

< jeong yunho x fem! reader >

warnings: bondage, marking, edging, vibrators, choking, oral, degradation, praise, multiple positions

after a somewhat bad breakup with yunho, you thought he would be able to handle it like an adult. however, this is the same man who doesn’t like being told he can’t have what’s his. the man who knows where you work and sleep…

You sat at your desk, finishing up some paperwork before you wanted to finally take a break to eat lunch. You worked as a manager for a sports team, and they were spending money faster than they were able to make it. Lucky, you knew how to shift things around so there was a little extra money left over. “Jesus, these men. Who spends $800 on one night out?!” You ask yourself, putting the folder into your desk drawer. A knock on your door stopped you from pulling out your lunch. “Come in.” You call out, and the front desk secretary pushed open your office door.

“Hey, Y/N. You have a guest. Is now a good time?” She asked, and you heard the familiar voice before you saw him. “Oh, it’s always a good time. Isn’t it, Y/N?” Yunho came into view, giving a fake sweet smile as he towered over the poor secretary. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before nodding. “It’s fine, he can come in. Please clear my schedule for an hour and a half, I’m gonna wrap things up with him and take my lunch.” You tell the secretary, who nodded and disappeared out of the room.

You pulled your food out, some Thai food you got delivered earlier in the day but didn’t have the chance to eat. You open the container and stab at the food with your fork. “You have five minutes. What do you want, Yunho?” You ask, pushing the food into your mouth. He shut the door behind him and sat across from you. “You know what I want. I want you. Why haven’t you been returning my calls?” He crossed his legs, and you shrug.

“I blocked you. And your three other phone numbers you called from. Stop harassing Hongjoong and Wooyoung for their phones.” You tell him, and he laughs. “You can’t block a *67 number, my love.” He reminds you, and you roll your eyes. “Thanks for reminding me to have my number changed.” You say, taking another bite of your food. You tried to hide the fact that he made your nerves stand on their ends. Why would he show up to your job? In the middle of the day at that.

“Y/N, why are you doing this? You know you miss me. Let’s just go back to the way we were before.” He leans forward, and you roll your chair back, holding your food in your lap. “Move. We aren’t getting back together.” You say, and he stood up. You put your food down and stood as well, not knowing what he was going to do.

He would never hurt you physically in any way. He didn’t believe in it, you knew that. However, you also didn’t feel comfortable with him standing over you while you sat. It didn’t feel safe. “And why not?” His attitude shifted from playful to irritated in a split second. “Was I not good to you?” He came around the desk, and every step he took toward you, you backed away.

“You’re controlling, Yunho. We both know it, stop acting clueless. You’re smarter than that.” You say, your hand reaching behind you to get a feel of where you were. You felt the hard wall behind you, and before you could slide to the side to get away, his hand landed on the side of your head, caging you in. “Y/N, you have my heart. I need you and you need me. Let’s be us again, my love.” He pleaded, leaning down and placing a kiss on the side of your head, against your temple.

“Please move.” You shiver, his touch still having the same effect it did when you were together. He stayed in his spot, his eyes trained on yours. It’s almost like he felt your determination waiver, and the more it did, the more his smile grew. He placed a soft kiss against your lips, and you hated how you wanted more. He pulled away slightly, and you went after him, your lips never leaving his. He chuckled against your lips before pulling away, standing up straight and straightening his jacket.

“What I thought. I’ll let you have this little bit of strength for now, Y/N. But don’t forget who is the only one who can make you fall apart in all the best ways.” He said, his fingers running over your collarbone, resting on the base of your throat. “Have a good day at work, love.” He smiled, walking out of your office and leaving you frozen in place.

You gulp, sitting down at your desk. You couldn’t even look at your food, you were pissed. Not so much at him but at yourself. You folded faster than a piece of paper and you hated it. You were strong, and you had a point to prove. Granted, he made you forget what it was temporarily, but it was somewhere in your mind.

The rest of the day seemed to drag by, 5:00 didn’t seem to come fast enough. You grabbed your jacket and left the office in a hurry, eager to get home and take a shower. It was raining when you left, even though it wasn’t supposed to. You drove home a little faster than the law allowed, happy to be back in a peaceful, safe space. You made sure to lock your front door before you went to take a shower.

When you got out, you went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The rain had died down slightly, but it was still pretty heavy. There was a knock on the front door, and you were pretty sure it was the package you were expecting. It was a day early, but sometimes early was better. You were excited to try on the new shoes you ordered. Opening the door, you were meant with the sight of a rain soaked Yunho. His hair was stuck to his face, water dripping down his jaw. He was wearing a white shirt, and you saw the outline of his abs.

“Yunho?!” You exclaim, immediately going to shut the door but he stuck his foot in the door, stopping it from closing. “So cruel, leaving me out in the rain.” He smiled, letting himself in. You watch him carefully but shut the door. Maybe he’ll be more open to leaving than he was when he came to your job.

“What do you want? Why are you here?” You ask, exhausted of seeing him today. Seeing him more than once was prone to give you a headache. Dealing with Yunho was like seeing a medication on a commercial. 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘚𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥.

“You think I didn’t notice the way your body reacted to me when we kissed? I know you need me. You probably haven’t been able to cum properly since I left.” He assumed, and you roll your eyes. “Actually, me and my vibrator have gotten very close. She does a better job at it than you. So, you can leave now.” You say, pointing to the door with hopes that he’d leave. A girl had to be optimistic, right?

“Oh, is that so? Can your vibrator make you feel the things I do?” He asked, his hands playing with the fabric of the towel. “What? Annoyance? Yeah, it’s battery charged so when I have to change the batteries mid masturbation session.” You lie, his hands trailing down to your hips.

“Let’s test that theory.” He said, his lips crashing on to yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer. You knew it was wrong, but you loved when he got like this. This rough and possessive side of him always made your heart flutter. He grabbed you by your thighs and picked you up, pushing you against the wall.

Your hands found his hair and your fingers tugged at the roots, and he let out a groan. “I knew you needed this.” He said against your lips, carrying you from the living room to your bedroom. He put you on the bed and snatched the towel from your body, leaving you naked against the fabric of your silk sheets. He took his belt off, ironically the same black leather belt you bought him from Ferragamo. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them together with his hand, cinching them together with the belt and placing them above your head.

“I really wish you weren’t so fucking stubborn, Y/N. But, I’m gonna make you see that you need me, one way or another.” He said, taking his shirt off and tossing it on the floor beside him. He leaned over you, trailing kissed from your neck down to your lower stomach. You held your thighs together for as long as you could, but as he got closer to your pussy, you felt them open slightly.

He picked up one of your legs and placed it over his shoulders, pulling you down so you were closer. “Yunho…” you whisper, your head falling against the pillow when his tongue came in contact with your clit. He used his arm to keep you locked in place, you saw his bicep flex every time you moved. His licks were slow, tantalizingly slow. He took his sweet time savoring the taste of your pussy, occasionally dipping inside and twisting his tongue.

“Goddamn, Y/N. Just as good as I remember.” He said, his tongue flicking against your clit as you cry out. You grind your pussy against his face, feeling your orgasm slowly building inside of you. “I know baby, ride my face like a good girl.” He tells you, slipping two fingers inside of your pussy. “Fuck, right there!” You tell him, and he held you still to make you feel everything he was giving you.

You stopped breathing as you came on his face, seeing him lap it up like a dehydrated man. Your body shuddered as you finally took a breath, and he pulled his fingers out of you. “That was nothing and you already soaked my face.” He teased, coming up to place a gentle kiss against your lips before he stood, searching your drawers for something. You laid against the bed, catching your breath as you watched him roam around your room.

He opened the drawer you kept your panties in and pulled out your vibrator. It was a wand, all white with diamonds on the end that you change the settings. He took his pants off, leaving him in black boxers. He laid next to you, turning your body so you were laying on your side. He grabbed your leg and placed it over his, exposing your pussy to the cold air of your room.

He took his dick out of his boxers, resting it between your folds, rubbing it back and forth, soaking it in your arousal. He turned the vibrator on the medium setting, placing it on your clit. The tip of his dick also vibrated, causing him to jerk before he adjusted to the feeling. You let out a whine, one orgasm already had you a little drained.

“Since you think your vibrator is so great, let’s see how great it is. How long it’ll take you to beg for my cock inside you.” He said, kissing your shoulder. You tried to close your legs, but he gripped your thigh, pulling it back open.

“You’ll take it like a good girl with no complaints if you want my cock, understood?” He asked you, slowly sliding the tip inside before taking it out and putting it against the wand again. Your second orgasm reached you in no time, and he turned up the setting. You heard him moan, his hips jerking at the higher sensation. “Oh fuck, I see why you like this thing. It feels so good against my dick, Y/N. But nothing beats that sweet little pussy wrapping around me just right.” He said in your ear, and you wanted to come undone at his words.

“Shh, I haven’t came yet, baby. Be a good girl and hold still. You can wait for me, yeah?” He said, letting out a whine as he jerked again. You could tell he was close, he always became desperate while chasing his release. You nod, but you weren’t sure how long you would last while he held the vibrator there. You heard him moan your name, and you looked down, seeing his cum paint your thighs as he came down from his high. He turned the vibrator off, holding still as you finally released your own, him kissing your neck as you came.

You never seen Yunho use a toy on himself, but you’ll be damned if it wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve seen. His hand trailed up, giving your tits a slap before he turned you on your stomach. “Fuck, I need that pussy.” He all but growled, shoving his length into you without warning. You let out a sob, feeling the pleasure return to you in an instant. His hand squeezed the flesh of your ass as he pounded into you without any pity. You felt your thighs tremble, still covered in his and your cum.

“I can’t, Yunho please! Fuck, I can’t cum again.” You cry out, letting your moans get buried into the pillow. It was your only salvation right now, the only thing giving you a bit of solace. “You can and you will. Remember, you wanted this right? You wanted to be filled with my cock, screaming into the pillow like a slut. Shut up and take it.” He grunted, slapping your ass and turning you on your back.

“I want you to see my cock going in and out of this pretty pussy. Look at it, Y/N.” He tells you, putting a hand on your stomach and pushing down slightly, increasing the pressure you felt. Your entire body shook, and you knew what was coming. And so did he. No one knew your body like he did, you were positive he knew it better than you did sometimes. “You need to cum again, right? Hold it or I fucking stop.” He warned you, and you slam your head against the pillow, trying to think about anything else but him thrusting into you over and over again.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum all inside this pussy. I’m gonna knock you up, baby, fucking hell.” He moaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts. He picked the vibrator back up and turned it on, placing it against your clit as he thrusted. What a horrible time to have fresh batteries.

“Let it out baby, give it to me. I’ll give you all my cum.” He said, and that finished you. You felt the tears go down your face as you chased your orgasm, watching him pull out and see his cum mix with yours, dripping out of you. He took his fingers and pushed it back inside, his chest rising quickly as he regained his breath.

“You belong to me, Y/N. With me. Only me, do you understand?” He asked, and you give him an exhausted nod before he unties your hands. He went into the bathroom and came out with a warm rag, cleaning your thighs. “Want some food?”

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kpop---scenarios · 3 days ago

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Hush, Hush (2) - Final

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader | Jeongin x Reader | Han x Reader | Minho x Reader

Summary: When you and Seonghwa met, it was almost like love at first sight. But things get hard when he's away, and you get lonely.

Warning: Cheating, Smut (Oral, f. receiving, m. receiving, unprotected sex, protected sex, creampie) Heartbreak, Reader is not a good person

Word Count: 7.5k

Part One

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A/N: Second part to @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 commission! I hope you enjoy!

“I missed you so much.” You whisper, snuggling into Seonghwa.

“Baby.” He whispers, stroking your face. “I have to tell you something.”

“Mhm?” You groan, your eyes closed.

“I have to leave again tomorrow.” He whispers. Your eyes shoot open. “What? Why?” You whine.

“They added more dates to the USA tour. We've got 4 shows each in all the cities.” He says. You can see it in his eyes how excited he is and you hoped he couldn't see how heartbroken you were in your eyes. “I'm sorry they extended it but it's going to be so awesome.” He smiles. “Will you come out to one of the shows?” He asks.

“I'm so happy for you. Of course I will.” You force a smile. “But how long are you gone for?” You ask.

“Um.” He pauses. “Roughly… four months. Maybe longer.”

“F-four months?” You stutter, your stomach sinking and your heart breaking. “That's so long.” You chuckle.

“I know baby but we can get through it. We'll make it. After the USA tour we get a few months off. I promise.” He smiles.

“Of course we'll be fine, Hwa.” You grin. “We always are.”

The next morning, you head to The coffee shop near your place, to get coffee for you and Hwa, since he didn't leave until the evening.

"Hello, what can I get for you today?” The lady asks as you're looking at the menu. You begin to step up, but someone else also starts to step up. You look over, and are shocked to see Han Jisung standing beside you, smiling.

“You can go.” He laughs, motioning you to the counter.

“Thank you.” You giggle, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Hi, can I get two iced vanilla lattes?” You say. “And whatever he wants.” You say, pointing to Han.

“You don't have too. But thank you.” He laughs, waving you off.

“I know but I'd like to.” You reply.

Han orders his coffee, thanking you again.

“A name for the order?” The lady asks.

“Uh, Maya.” You smile. You turn to look at Han, extending your hand as your eyes lock with his. “I'm Maya.” You whisper. He takes your hand, shaking it, still staring at you. “Han Jisung.” He replies, a blush spreading across his face. It makes you laugh.

“I know.”

“Two iced lattes for Maya!” The batista yells, breaking you out of your trance with Han. “Is it for your boyfriend?” He asks, also grabbing his coffee.

“My friend.” You smile. “She drank too much last night.”

“Ahh, okay.” He smiles. “Then it would be okay for me to ask for your number?” He asks, pulling out his phone.

“It would be more than okay.” You whisper, taking his phone, putting your name, not your real name but the name you gave him and your number.

“I'll call you.” He says. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“I'll be waiting.” You laugh, heading out the opposite way, back to your boyfriend. You had a hard time saying no. But who could say no to these men?

“Baby, I'm back.” You call out. You look around the apartment for Hwa but he's nowhere. You see a piece of paper on the table. You walk over reading it outloud.

Hi my love,

They moved the flights up, and I couldn't get a hold of you. They wouldn't wait. I'm so sorry. I'll call you when we land. Remember you mean the world to me and I love you so much. We can do this, baby. Jeongin will be free in a few days. He knows to take care of you. Don't miss me too much.

Love, Hwa.

“Motherfucker.” You yell, tossing his coffee into the garbage, and aggressively drinking yours. You throw away your cup, shuffling to your room and plopping down onto your bed. You were just so angry. So angry you could cry. You were supposed to have two weeks but they took that away. Then you were at least supposed to have the day but they took that away too. Were you ever going to have time with your boyfriend?

You spent the rest of that week, ordering food, staying inside, and ignoring any phone calls from anyone. You weren't in the mood to talk to anyone.

You took a big bite from your burger, when there's a pounding at your door. “I'm coming.” You try to snap with your mouth full. You swing the door open, seeing an angry Jeongin standing outside your door.

“The fuck do you think you're doing?” He snaps, stomping into your apartment. “I thought you were fucking dead, why are you not answering your phone?” He spits.

“Cause Hwa left a fucking note while I was out getting coffee, when I was supposed to have 2 weeks with him, I got a night and didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.” You yell. “That's why I'm not answering my phone.”

“That doesn't give you the right to make me worry. It's been four fucking days.” He sighs. “I'm sorry about Seonghwa. I know it's hard and things change so fast. But you guys will be okay.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. It just sucks.” You pout, walking back to the couch. You truly were so mad at Seonghwa. He hadn't even made an effort to let you know. Jeongin follows you, sitting next to you eating your fries. When you're done with your dinner, you snuggle in against Jeongin, watching a show. His hand resting on your thigh, lightly squeezing, slowly moving its way up. Your clit throbs as he fingers move between your legs, going up the leg of your shorts. He gently rubs your clit over your underwear, making you moan.

“I need you so fucking bad.” He groans, looking down at his cock, bulging against his pants. You smile, licking your lips as you slide off the couch, settling yourself between his legs, helping him pull down his sweats, letting his cock spring free.

You wrap your hand around his cock, gently stroking him as you lean down, wrapping your mouth around his tip. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times before you begin to take him deeper, slowly pushing him further down your throat. Jeongin groans, throwing his head back onto the back of the couch, squeezing his eyes shut as he grabs a chunk of your hair. You bob your head up and down, swallowing his cock while he thrusts up to push it deeper down.

“Okay, okay.” He breathes, letting go of your hair. You lift your head up, licking your lips, looking him in the eyes.

“Ride me.” He says, watching you take off your clothes, climbing onto the couch to hover over him before you sink your pussy down onto him.

“Fuck.” You hiss, your eyes rolling back as he stretches you out. No matter how many times you had slept with him, you could never get used to how well he fills you up.

You lean forward, beginning to bounce on him, letting his cock slide in and out of you over and over again.

“Goddamn, your pussy feels so fucking good.” He groans, his hands holding your hips as you bounce. He leans forward taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around the bud as you start rocking back and forth on his cock. You drag your clit against him each time, making you moan, your orgasm building faster and faster each time. Jeongin's fingers dig into your hips as you pick up your pace.

“Fuck.” He groans. “Ride my cock.” He groans. “Shit, cum for me.”

You move faster, your orgasm right there. “Oh my god.” You cry out as it finally hits you, sending chills up your spine. Your eyes roll back again as you cum, slowing down your movements. Jeongin lifts you up slightly to harshly thrust into you, his own orgasm not far behind yours. Seconds later, he thrusts one last time, groaning loudly as he cums deep inside of you, pumping softly, milking himself for every last drop.

You sit there for a moment, before sliding off his cock. You quickly run to the bathroom to clean yourself up before you head back to the living room, where Jeongin is getting himself together.

You really do take such good care of me.” You giggle, putting your clothes back on.

“I'm just doing what Hwa asked me to do.” He laughs, finishing putting his own clothes back on.

“He asks you to fuck me?” You laugh, making him laugh.

“He asks me to take care of you. It's not my fault this is how you need your care.” He smiles. He leans in, and gives you a kiss, before heading towards the door, putting his shoes on. “Call me. For anything.” He says, leaving you alone again.

Seconds later, your phone rings with an unknown number on the screen. “Hello?” You answer.

“Maya?” The person says.

“Yes?”

“Sorry.” He laughs. “It's Jisung. Han Jisung… from the coffee shop.”

“Hi Han Jisung.” You giggle. “How are you?”

“I'm good. Really good. How are you?” He asks.

“I'm really good as well.” You laugh.

“Great… that's great.” He sighs. “would you… you know maybe wanna get dinner tomorrow?” He asks.

“Really?” You ask, perking up. “I'd love that.”

“Oh great, that's awesome.” Han exclaims. “I'll text you the details.”

“Sounds good. Talk later, Han Jisung.” You giggle, hanging up the phone.

You were excited to go out with him, but were you going to be able to juggle dating three men?

Yes you would be able too. You just needed to make a plan, and it was helpful that you were a quick thinker, giving Minho and Han fake names, that way no one would know. Everything was going to be just fine, and with Seonghwa gone for a while, it would be easy to split up your time between Minho and Han.

The next night, you were getting ready for your date with Han. He had texted you earlier in the day about a well-known, fancy Italian restaurant that he rented out for the night so no one would be able to disturb the two of you. Your heart melted at the sentiment. He was really so sweet and you hadn't even been out with him yet.

Your taxi pulled up outside of the restaurant and you could see Han already there, waiting. You smile as you get out of the car after paying the driver, making your way inside. When the hostess greets you, Han turns around and smiles seeing you standing there. He stands up as you walk towards him, pulling out your chair for you before sitting back down.

“Such a gentleman.” You giggle.

“You look stunning tonight.” He smiles.

“Why thank you.” You smile, a blush spreading across your face. He was so sweet and you loved that he seemed so nervous to be out with you.

The entire night, he had you laughing so hard. You tried to eat your food, but the second you were going to put something in your mouth, he had you giggling again and again. You really liked him, and you were excited to add him into the mix. Each man gave you something else that the others didn't, things that you felt like you were lacking and you appreciate them all. You hadn't planned to sleep with him that night, but things happen, feelings change and that's how you wound up making out with him in the foyer of his apartment, as he leads you towards his bedroom.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Han whispers as he tugs at the zipper of your dress.

“Yes.” You breathe. “I want this.” You say.

Han pulls the zipper down, letting your dress just slide off your body, leaving you in your bra and panties. Han's breath hitches as he stares at you, licking his lips. He grabs you, pulling you into his bedroom where he pushes you back on the bed. He crawls on after you, hooking his fingers into your panties, dragging them down your legs. He tosses them onto the floor before he spreads your legs open, moving in between your thighs. He spreads your lips, licking a long strip up your cunt, making you moan, slightly. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick your clit a few times before he wraps his lips around his, sucking gently on it. You shimmy out of your bra, grabbing your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers as he sloppily eats your pussy, licking and sucking, making your eyes roll back.

Han slowly pushes two fingers inside of you, making you scream louder, as he finger fucks you and sucks on yout clit.

“Holy shit.” You cry out, your back arching as you can feel your orgasm coming quickly. It doesn't even take seconds for it to hit you. You cry out loudly, while Han slows down his movements, moving his face away, pulling his fingers out as he licks his lips. You lay there breathing heavily as he unbuckles his belt, taking off his pants and letting his hard cock spring free. He reaches over into his bedside table, grabbing a condom and rolling it onto his cock.

He lines himself up with you, slowly pushing his cock inside of you.

Fuck. He stretched you out almost as good as Seonghwa, Jeongin or Minho.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he starts pounding himself into you. Your legs only last there for a second before Han has them up against him, holding onto them tightly as he rams his cock into you, with each thrust pushing himself into you as far as he can go. He legs go of your leg and takes one hand to play with your swollen clit, making you jump when he touches the sensitive bud. He rubs your clits while maintaining his speed, slamming into you each time.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” You cry out, arching your back once again. You can feel your second orgasm coming quickly, you could tell he was going to cum soon too. You let go, letting your orgasm flow through you, clenching your cunt around his cock. Han groans as he moves his hand from your clit, digging his fingers into your legs as he pounds into you, chasing his own high.

“I'm cumming.” He groans, spilling his seed inside his condom, moaning loudly as he works through his orgasm. “Fuck.” He breathes. You keep laying on the bed, trying to make the world stop spinning as Han gets up, discarding his condom before slipping his boxers back on and crawling in beside you.

You lay and talk with him for a little bit, until you decide you should be getting home. As you got dressed, Han laid in his bed, watching you getting dressed, with a big grin plastered on his face.

“I really wanna see you again.” He smiles, making you laugh.

“I'd love to see you again.” You say, finishing up zipping up your dress. You look at your phone, Seonghwa's picture and name flashing on the screen. “I'll call you.” You say, crawling on the bed to kiss him, before you leave his apartment. You call Seonghwa back as you walk away from Han's apartment.

“Hey baby.” He answers the phone.

“Hi.” You say. You were still mad at him for taking off without so much of a goodbye. It hurt your heart and he didn't even try to call you. There were no missed calls on your phone.

“Baby, please. I couldn't get a hold of you.” He sighs.

“Oh you couldn't? Then why were there no missed calls on my phone? Why haven't I talked to you in 5 days since you left?” You ask.

“I had no time!” He exclaims. “They called and said we had to go. I was rushing around. And it's been so busy, this is the first free second I've had.”

You wanted to believe him, and part of you did. But the other part of you didn't. He didn't have a second before bed to even shoot you a text? Or a second as he's rushing out of the apartment down to the hallway before his flight, he couldn't have pressed his speed dial quickly and put his phone up to his ear?

“Okay.” You breathe. He was going to be gone for a while, and the last thing you wanted was to fight about something like this.

“Are we okay?” He whispers. You knew his anxiety was currently eating him alive. He knew you were upset with him but he didn't know how upset you were.

“Yeah, we're fine.” You say. You didn't want to say more. You were extremely upset, and you currently didn't want to talk to him.

“Okay. They're calling me back. I love you, Y/N.” He says.

“Love you too. Good luck.” You say, hanging up the phone. You were annoyed as you waited outside for your Uber. Han offered to take you home but you politely declined, not wanting him to have to leave when he was already home. As you stand there, you can faintly hear someone calling the name Maya. You're turning your head in all directions trying to see who is calling, when someone familiar comes into view.

“Hey you.” Minho smiles, walking up to you. “What are you doing here?” He asks.

“Oh, Minho, hi.” You laugh. “Here? Oh I was just visiting a friend!” You exclaim. “I'm just waiting for my Uber.” You explain.

“Uber? Nah, I'll drive you home.” He says. “There was something I actually had wanted to ask you.” He says, walking you towards his car.

“Something you wanted to ask me, huh?” You giggle, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. Before you let him ask you his question, you told him your address. It took a few minutes of driving before he actually began talking to you.

“I really enjoyed the other night.” He laughs, thinking back to the night the two of you met. “But I wanted to know if you maybe wanted to go on a date with me?” He asks.

“A date? I would love to!” You grin.

“Dancing, dinner, drinks…I don't know, bowling?” He suggests. “Whatever you want to do!” He says, excitedly.

“I'd love to have dinner and drinks.” You smile. Minho smiles widely as he pulls up to your building.

“Awesome, okay.” He says. “I'll call you.”

“Sounds good. Thank you for the ride!” You say, getting out of the car. You wave to Minho before you start walking into your building. As you walked down the hallway of your floor, you noticed someone standing beside your door. You tried to squint to see who it was, but couldn't quite make them out being so far away. But as you got closer, you immediately recognized who it was standing there.

“Innie.” You laugh, walking up to the sour looking man. “What are you doing here?”

“Why were you getting out of Minho’s car?” He asks.

“How did you know that?” You ask, sliding your key into the lock.

“I looked out the window at the end of the hall. You were laughing and smiling. What the hell is going on?” He asks.

“He just gave me a ride. I was visiting a friend.” You laugh. “Are you gonna come in?” You ask, holding the door open for him.

Jeongin takes a deep breath, walking into your place, leaving his concerns outside the door.

It had been two months of you dating three men, and only sleeping with one of them, and you were at the point where you were putting dates with who in your calendar, along with information you’ve told them about yourself, like your name, into your notes just so you weren’t getting confused. It was a lot of work, but you were having the time of your life, and they all seemed to be enjoying their time as well. Jeongin was still suspicious, but you maintained that you and Minho were barely acquaintances, he only gave you a ride home that night because it was cold. You even told him that he could ask Minho about you, Y/N and that you were sure he wouldn’t even know who he was talking about. He seemed to accept that, for now. But you were going to have to be smarter if you were going to keep this up and keep Jeongin from finding anything out.

“You’re still coming right?” Seonghwa asks on facetime, as you walk around the apartment.

“You see this stuff in my hands?” You laugh. “These are my clothes that are going over into that suitcase over there, which will be going onto the plane that I will also be on to go to Chicago.” You laugh, putting the clothes into your suitcase.

“When did you get so sarcastic?” Seonghwa laughs. You glare at him through the screen when a call from Minho pops up onto the screen of your phone. You knew Seonghwa couldn’t see it but you still panicked a little and swiped it off the screen.

“What was that? Are you okay?” Seonghwa asks, looking a little concerned.

“Oh yeah.” You laughed it off. “Just a spam call.” You explain.

“I can’t wait to see you, baby.” Seonghwa smiles.

“I can’t wait either.” You sigh. You really missed him. You had the company of Minho, Han and Jeongin but it wasn’t the same as having Seonghwa around. You were having fun with them and you were sure they knew it.

You stood at the airport, looking at the screen for your flight to Chicago, and the large letters of canceled flashing on the screen. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you walked to the desk of the airline you were supposed to fly, seeing if there was anything they could do.

“I’m so sorry, but because of the weather in Chicago, all the flights for at least the next few days have been canceled. And not just with our airline, but with all of them.” She says, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you.” You whisper, turning around to walk away. You pull out your phone, calling Seonghwa.

“Are you boarded, baby?” He asks. You take a deep breath, trying not to show that you were crying.

“Um.” You begin, your voice trembling. “My flight was canceled.” You say.

“Okay, well just find another one.” He says, in a chipper voice.

“They’re all canceled, Hwa.” You breathe. “Weather in Chicago apparently isn’t good and no one is flying there for the next few days.” You say.

“Baby, this was the only time that worked for both of us.” He whispers. You can hear it in his voice that he’s upset. And so are you. You had been looking forward to seeing him, and being in his arms once again.

“I know.” You sniffle.

“It’s okay, love. It’s been two months, and we only have two more to go, it’ll fly by, okay?” He says. “Stay strong, I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.. But Hwa, I'm feeling really… well not myself. Can we talk?” You ask, walking back towards the doors of the airport.

“They’re calling me back for rehearsal.” He says. “I gotta go, we’ll talk later, okay? Love you!” He says before hanging up the phone.

You put your phone back in your pocket, doing your best to swallow your tears. You knew he was a busy man, but fuck, sometimes you just needed your boyfriend. You knew one person who was around. You pulled your phone out again, dialing his number.

“Hi.” You whisper. “My flight was canceled, can you come get me?” You ask.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He says, hanging up the phone. You walk over to a little concrete bench, sitting down and waiting. You let all your tears out while you waited, so you didn’t cry the entire time in his car.

What only felt like seconds later, a familiar call pulls up, parking right in front of you. You put your luggage in the back seat before getting into the passenger seat.

“Thank you for coming.” You smile. You were sure your face was red and puffy right now.

“I’d do anything for you.” He smiles, driving back to your apartment.

“I just don’t get it.” You whine, laying your head on Jeongin’s lap. “I mean i do get it, but I don’t because if my girlfriend was clearly upset, i’d tell them to fuck off, and talk to her. Maybe he just doesn’t care.” You huff.

“Well you know I'd never do that to you.” He whispers.

You were sure he was joking. “You’re such a dork.” You laugh.

“Listen.” He starts. “If you’re this unhappy with things, why not end it?” Jeongin asks.

“Tour doesn’t last forever.” You say. “When he’s back home, things will be fine. But it's hard when you're apart for so long. Like he said, only two more months.” You sigh.

“Yeah, I'm sure it will be.” He sighs.

Over the next month and a half, you absolutely started to feel better, you had been going out with Minho on Monday, Wednesday’s and Friday’s, and he had asked you to be his girlfriend after a few dates. Of course you said yes.

You had also been going out with Han on Tuesday’s, Thursday’s and Saturday’s, and he had also asked you to be his girlfriend. Who were you to say no and deny him? As for Sundays, you saved that day for yourself, or for seeing Jeongin, who seemed to be upset every time you talked to him.

“What’s going on?” You ask Jeongin. “You’ve been so mad whenever you come over.”

“Do you know a girl named Maya? Or Jennie?” He asks.

“Mhmm, no, those names don't sound familiar?” You murmur. Your stomach was twisting and turning. He didn’t know, right? “Why?” You ask.

“Han and Minho are each dating a girl, I was just wondering if you knew who they were.” He says. Your stomach settles.

“Nope, I don’t.” You say.

You hoped this wasn't going to blow up in your face. But even if it did, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

A few days later, you were sitting in your bed, scrolling through your phone, before your date with Minho, when you received a call from Seonghwa. It had been a few days since you talked to him. “Hello?” You say, answering the phone.

“Hi baby.” He whispers.

You knew there was going to be bad news.

“What?” You ask. “Something happened, or you need to tell me something.” You say.

“The tour…” He pauses.

If they extended it, you were going to burst.

“They’ve added some Canadian dates, and some in Mexico too.” He says.

“So?” you sigh. “How much longer?” You ask.

“They’re also talking about adding more European dates.” He says. “I don’t know, maybe another 6 months if they add them all.” He explains.

You felt numb now. You were just numb. You weren't going to see your boyfriend? That's fine, you had two other’s you could fall back on. You still loved Seonghwa, but you were getting tired of not seeing him. And you knew that Minho, Han and Jeongin might be going on tour soon, also. So you better get used to being alone, or maybe you just need to find more boyfriends for when that happens.

“Okay.” You say.

“Okay?” he questions. “That’s all you have to say?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Hwa. Do you want me to cry? Do you want me to yell? What good will any of those things do? Will you come back and skip the rest of the tour?” You ask.

“Well… no.” He sighs. “I don’t know. I just wasn't expecting you to accept it so easily.” He admits.

“Does it hurt? Yeah it absolutely does. Do I wish you would come home? Yeah i fucking miss you but theres nothing i can do, except maybe try to come out to one of the shows. But I love you and I know you’re doing what you love so I can't be upset at that anymore.” You say.

“You’re the fucking best, baby. I’ll figure out a date that works for me and see if it works for you. And if it does, I’m booking you the first flight out. Okay?” he says.

You smile. “Sounds good.” You say.

There's a knock at the door. You know it’s Minho.

“Is someone at the door?” Seonghwa asks.

“Oh, it’s Jeongin. He wanted to go for dinner.” You respond.

“Ah okay, well have fun baby. I love you.” He says.

“I love you more.” You whisper, hanging up the phone. You get up and out of bed, running to your front door. You pull it open, grinning at Minho.

“Hi baby.” He says, grabbing you, planting his lips onto yours.

He pulls away, smiling.

“Hello to you too.” You giggle.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks.

“Just about, I have to put my shoes on.” You say, shuffling over to your shoe rack. You slip on your favorite heels that aren't really heels, but they’re still cute. “Now I'm ready.” You say.

“Good, I've got a fun evening planned.” He says, taking your hand and pulling you out of the apartment.

Over the next few months, you have completely fallen for Han and Minho. You were still in love with Seonghwa, but those two were constantly there for you in ways that Seonghwa hadn’t been able to be in what felt like forever. You knew you couldn’t be doing it like this for much longer. Seonghwa would be home in a few months and you wouldn’t be able to see either of them and that would end up raising some questions. You needed to choose, but you didn’t have a single idea of who you were going to pick.

You’d been with Seonghwa the longest and you loved him, but there was something about Minho that had you drawn to him. And Han was just so sweet and attentive. How was a girl even supposed to make a choice like this?

One Sunday, you were at home, alone, exhausted from a week with your two boyfriends. You were lounging on your couch when you heard a knock before a distraught looking Jeongin walked in, heading straight for you.

“We need to talk.” He says, seriously.

“Is Seonghwa okay?” You ask.

“Who gives a fuck!” Jeongin snaps.

“Innie.” You whisper. “What’s going on?” You ask.

“I love you.” He breathes. “Fuck, i’ve loved you for so long, Y/N. I’m here. I’m standing right in front of you. Where is he?”

“Innie… he’s on tour doing what he loves.” You say. “We were just having fun… it was anything serious… at least it wasn't supposed to be.” You whisper.

“You’re still gonna choose him?” Jeongin scoffs.

“I’ll always choose him.” You whisper.

Jeoning scoffs, nodding his head before he takes off, slamming the door in the process. You have never seen him so angry at anything, let alone you. You felt a little guilty, like you had been stringing him along. Jeongin was a great guy and a great lay, but you didn’t have those types of feelings for him. Your feelings were stretched enough between Minho, Han and Seonghwa.

Not long after, you had been laying on your couch, watching your favorite series, when there was another knock at your door. You roll off the couch, shuffling towards the door. You pull it open, Surprised to see Minho standing there.

“Jennie, what the fuck is going on?” He asks.

“What do you mean?” You ask. Before he can open his mouth, someone else chimes in. “Jennie?” you hear from around the door. “Her name is Maya.” Han says, coming into view.

“She’s not Jennie or Maya.” You hear a familiar voice. Seconds later Jeongin walks into view.

“Her name is Y/N, and her 3 year anniversary with Park Seonghwa is coming up soon.” He says.

“What?” Minho asks, looking between both men.

“So you’ve been dating four fucking people?” Han asks.

“Oh no, she hasn’t been dating me.” Jeongin says. “She’s only been fucking me whenever she wants but has no feelings for me.”

“What the fuck, Jennie… Maya… or whatever the fuck your name is.” Minho snaps.

“I can’t do this.” Han whispers. Both men walk away, Leaving you and Jeongin standing face to face.

“Why?” You whisper. You felt like you were going to throw up. “Why would you do this? How did you even find out?”

“I’m not a fucking moron, Y/N. I see shit. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.” He snaps, turning to walk away. “Oh, and before I go, You should be expecting a phone call from Seonghwa.” He smiles, leaving you to drop to the ground as your phone begins to ring.

“Hello?” You whisper.

“Y/N, why am i getting calls and texts from Jeongin saying you’ve been dating fucking Minho, Han and fucking Jeongin?” He snaps.

“I don’t know, baby!” You say. “He’s mad at me I think.” You tell him.

“Why would he be mad at you?” Seonghwa asks.

“Because he confessed his feelings to me!” You exclaim. You were so glad this wasn't happening in person. Your entire body was heating up, you were sure your face was so extremely flushed at this moment.

“And what did you say?” He asks.

“I told him that I love you and I wasn't interested in being anything other than friends with him.” You explain. “He was so angry. So now he's trying to ruin us by making this shit up.”

“Have you been sleeping with him?” Seonghwa asks.

“Oh my god, Seonghwa, come on, you seriously think I would do that? I love you!” You say.

“I don’t know what to think right now.” He sighs. “I gotta go, I need to sort some things out. I’ll call you when I'm ready.” He says, hanging up the phone. You wander back to your shared room with Seonghwa. Your stomach was in knots thinking about what was going to come from this.

Over the next few days, you received hurtful texts from Minho and Han. You did feel guilty for hurting them but that's kind of a part of life, right? Had Jeongin not ruined it, you had had a plan, and a good one in place. It was one that would have let them down easily, and hopefully spared their feelings.

You felt alone now. You had needed them while Seonghwa was gone and that’s what Jeongin didn't understand. This wasn't you trying to be a terrible person, it was you getting what you needed until the one you loved more came home.

It had been almost a week since you’d spoken to Seonghwa and the feeling of anxiety honestly got worse with each day. You were desperate to know what he was thinking. Did he still love you? Was he still going to be with you? Did he really believe Jeongin?

As you were laying on the couch, staring at the blank screen, waiting for Seonghwa to call you, you heard a key go in the lock.

There were only two other people who had a key.

Jeongin and Seonghwa.

You sit up, staring at the door. The door opens, and in walks Seonghwa.

“How are you home?” You yell, running towards him. You jump onto him, and he holds onto you, but he doesn't squeeze you like he usually does. You can feel the anger he has without him even saying a word.

You slide down, standing on the floor, looking at him.

“Baby?” You whisper.

“I took a leave. This shit…this shit you’re putting me through is fucking me up.” He says, walking past you towards the couch. “How could you do this to me? To us?” He asks, his voice trembling. You watch him, his lip quivering as he tries to hold in his tears. But he can't. He breaks down, sitting on the couch sobbing into his hands. You don't know what to do. He's crying so hard and loudly, honestly it was making you a little uncomfortable.

“I didn’t do anything! I told you, Jeongin is lying!” You say.

His head snaps up. He wipes away his tears as anger fuels him. “Then why do i have fucking pictures?” He screams, standing up. He unlocks his phone, scrolling to the pictures. He shows you one of you and Minho, looking cozy and laughing at a dinner date. He scrolls again, showing you a picture of you and Han, kissing. He scrolled again, showing you a picture of you and Jeongin, him with you going down on him.

“Well fuck.” You say. You didn't know there were pictures. Had you known you probably would have just come out and told him the truth. What did you do now?

Apologize.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. You're trying to cry. You're trying to show him that you feel bad. “I’m so sorry.” You sniffle, as one tear rolls down your cheek.

Fuck.

“So it’s true.” He breathes. “Did you ever love me?” He asks.

That question turned things around. Instead of trying to look sorry, you were angry. “Did I ever love you? Are you fucking kidding me?” You snap.

“I've loved you through fucking everything. The late practices, the music shows, the rehearsals, recordings, concerts and the fucking tours! I should be asking you that question! You left a note, Hwa! A fucking note and you were going to be gone for four fucking months, and you left a goddamn note!” You scream.

“Y/N.” He whispers.

“No! I’ve missed you so fucking much! It hurt so much! I tried to talk to you but you were too busy! I was lonely and you didn’t care. Yeah, I went about it probably in the worst fucking way possible but i did what I needed to do to get through it, and i’m sorry I did this to you. You can hate me, you can break up with me, you can do whatever you feel like you need to do. But don’t ever question if I loved you or not because you know I fucking did.”

Seonghwa sits there, looking down at the ground. He doesn't say anything and you have nothing else to say. You walk out of the room, putting on your shoes, grabbing your bag and leaving the apartment.

“You did what!?” Lisa gasps. You sip on your cocktail after explaining the entire thing to her. “Honestly, I thought you just hooked up with Minho that one time.” she says. “I had no idea you were full on dating him, and Han!? Girl!” she laughs. “And then Jeongin too?”

“I wasn't dating him.” You clarify. “I was just sleeping with him when I wanted. Which I mean, I get but it was never supposed to be serious. It was casual and he knew it.”

“Did he know it?” She asks.

“I thought he did. But somewhere along the lines he caught feelings.” You sigh.

“I mean… who wouldn't.” Lisa laughs, which makes you laugh.

“But he was the one who told all of them. So I have nothing more to say to him, ever again.” You say, finishing your cocktail.

Just as you set your glass back onto the bar, the door opens. You look over, seeing Jeongin looking around the bar. You immediately duck, trying to hide yourself. You were drunk, and you had no interest in speaking to him.

“Y/N.” you hear him say. You let out a sigh, sitting up, turning to look at him.

“I’m drunk and not responsible for what I call you or what I say to you.” You warn him.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I thought if maybe they all knew the truth, then you would maybe consider me.” He tells you.

“So you blew up my life, because I wouldn’t date you?” you ask. You knew it was yes. You knew that was the reason he did this but you just needed him to confirm it.

“Yeah… I’m sorry.’ He whispers.

“Don’t ever fucking talk to me again.” You snap. You slam some money down on the bar, leaving him there and walking out. You wander around the streets. You weren't ready to go home but wandering was nice, it helped you think. You knew this wasn't Jeongin’s fault. It was a little, but the blame was mostly on you. The secret would have come out eventually, he just sped up the process.

You were just twisted in the way you were thinking and rationalizing the decisions you made. You were good at saying that you were sorry but you knew you weren't legitimately sorry. The only thing you were truly sorry for was the fact that you had been caught. Had this not happened, who knows how long this would have gone on for. What if it was years and then what were you supposed to do if they all proposed?

Fuck. That would have been a nightmare. Maybe you should be thanking Jeongin for this?

You didn't know how to feel about your relationship with Seonghwa. You didn’t know what to do. Your fucking head was nothing but a jumbled, tangled mess and you didn’t know if you were going to be able to untangle it, or how. You ended up wandering back to your shared apartment with Seonghwa. You were a little nervous to go in, but you knew you needed to face the consequences. You opened the door and were met with nothing but silence. The lights were off, the tv was off and it was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

You turned on the kitchen lights, seeing a piece of paper on the kitchen table.

Y/N,

I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me. You put up with a lot, and I wasn't as appreciative as I should have been. I’ve loved you for almost three years, and i dont think I'll ever stop, but what you did was unforgivable. I can't look at you the same anymore. My trust for you is completely gone. I’m sorry it’s come to this. You can keep the apartment. I’ll get my stuff when I'm back from tour.

Hwa

Part of you wanted to cry, but the other part of you felt relieved. You were now free to do whatever you wanted. You weren't tied down anymore, and you could breathe. You loved Seonghwa and you always would, but you weren't sure if you were meant for relationships. Maybe you were just meant to be alone?

A few months later, you're backstage at an awards show, when you see Minho and Han with Jeongin all talking. You haven't spoken to Minho or Han since the night they confronted you and you had always felt a little tug at your heart to make amends with them. They seemed to need it more than you did. You take a deep breath, walking over to them. They look at you with stone cold faces.

“Um, hi.” You say. It’s awkward. “Listen, I just wanted to sincerely apologize to both of you for what I did. It wasn’t right and I shouldn't have done that. I was being greedy and I'm sorry.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Han says.

“Yeah, thanks.” Minho half smiles.

You look at Jeongin, not saying a word, before turning to walk away, going back to where you were waiting for the man who has seemingly changed your entire way of thinking in the last few months. You had met him when you were out at a club, only days after you lost four important people in your life and things with him had been so different from anything else you had experienced.

“Baby, you made it!” You hear a familiar voice from behind you.

You turn around, seeing your boyfriend, Hoseok rushing towards you. You smile widely, putting your arms out for him to grab your and spin you around. “I missed you.” He says, placing a kiss on your lips.

“I missed you too!” You say, hugging him tightly. He sets you down, and from over his shoulder you can see Seonghwa standing there, looking broken as he stares at you with Hoseok.

You look away, focusing on your boyfriend instead of your past. “Listen, we might be going on a tour soon.” He sighs.

“Aww baby, that's okay.” You smile, glancing over his shoulder, catching the eye of Hoseok's best friend, Minhyuk from BTOB. You send him a wink, before looking back at J-hope.

“We'll get through it.”

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heedthetenofwands · 2 days ago

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pirate!captainjohnprice x mermaid!femreader

You've sworn yourself to never trust humans. They are selfish. They betray and lie. They dance and twist around the truth as easy as drawing a breath.

And this captain was no different. He wasn't. He couldn't.

...Right?

or... in search for treasure, the 141 crew and the Shadow fleet finally land at their X on the map. But, where they expected gold, they find merfolk. And where Captain John Price expected just another mission, he found you.

Chapter 1

The sun winked at the pirate boat as she peeked over the horizon and through the clouds. Price smiled at her arrival through squinted eyes; their routine was familiar, but the sight always left him awestruck. The warm tones that flooded the deck meant he knew the men who slept beneath would wake soon.

He put out the candle to his side as he assessed the map once more. This thing they were after – what lay under that X – would be the most valuable treasure they would find yet, or so says Shepherd. The bounty would mean more supplies for the crew and a helping of meat at the market. Gods knew the last time they had protein that wasn’t fish.

“Mornin’ Cap’n.” He heard his quartermaster grumble as he joined him. Price glanced over to see Ghost, a dark headband over his hair and temple, with black fabric covering the lower half in his face. The fabric was marked with a faded image of the lower half of a skull. He turned to Price, kohl smeared eyes narrowing in on the map, “We're almost there aren't we?”

Price nodded then furrowed his brows in thought, “It’s doing my head in that we’re still in the dark.”

Ghost hummed a sound of agreement. "You sent that letter to Shepherd. He should reply soon.”

A loud yawn suddenly draws their attention to someone walking up the stairs from the lower deck to join them.

“Morning.” Gaz greeted them while rubbing his eyes. The early morning wasn’t the boatswain's scene – ‘pretty boy needs his beauty sleep’ Soap would tease before an eyeroll from said pretty boy. He came to stand on the opposite side of the table to Price and looks down at the map too.

A beat passes before, “Where’s Soap?” Price asks. The Scot could get skittish when there had been little action at sea - it had been three months since any sign of another ship.

Gaz sighed. “Harassing the chefs, captain.”

Price laughed, “He realises that they have no control over bread for breakfast?”

Gaz chuckles, “Nope. Has a whole conspiracy that they’re keeping the meat to themselves.”

Price smiles slightly at that, before he registered the shouts of the lower crew. Cries of ‘land ahoy’ sounded and speculative whispers soon spread round the deck as he and the rest of his team stepped out of the upper cabin to find the island they had been looking for. Price instinctively reached for his telescope to scan the area further. Bringing the looking glass to eye-level, he could see tall forests that no doubt hid bountiful flora and fauna deep in the jungle of the island, but the mainland was not where they would seek. Instead, he moved to focus on the caves to the far left before he yelled for the men to prepare the anchors and boats.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The battering heat of the sun was blocked by the looming cave walls as the pirates and their rowboats were swallowed by the midnight tones of the cave’s depth. The men helped each other light their torches as the boats followed down further into the cave. Price was confident that this was what they had been looking for; it was a perfect cove to hide a treasure.

They followed the narrow confines of the cave’s walls until the stream ended and they arrived in the cave’s centre. Price decided that he and his team would scope the area that was located further into the cave before he would let Graves and his Shadows perform a wider search. He relayed this much to the pirate who responded with a nod leaving him to let Soap and Gaz row to get ahead of the boats and closer to the shrouded land.

It was only when Price stepped off the boat and help up his torch to scope the ground did his eyes widen as he took in the image. As far as he could see, were merfolk asleep along the shoreline, covering practically every inch of where the waves could lap at their forms as they slept on the sand.

Bloody hell.

He and his men had been led to a merfolks’ rest.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The history of the merfolk and humans was rife with bitter blood and violent encounters. Price vaguely remembered the fragile truce that had recently transpired between the two, and he wasn’t going to be the one to crush it all for the sake of whatever treasure they were sent to find. He stepped backwards to return to the boat, keeping his eye on the merfolk in case they awoke. The men must have seen them too – their hushed murmurs fell to a choked silence - but Price couldn’t help a startled grunt at his body being pulled from under him. A strong and swift form had grabbed his legs and was dragging him into the deeper depths of the waters: down, down, down.

You were not letting this man or his men near your people.

You had been awakened by the light of his torch, a small but immediate starkness to the cave’s shadows allowing your eyes to narrow in on how the glow of the flames danced across the man’s face. He had prominent dark brown facial hair, and a dark coat covered his large form; you could see his eyes widen at the sight of what he had discovered. You knew what you had to do if you wanted to avoid a massacre; it must be done, you tell yourself once more as you watch him struggle for breath in your grasp.

However, this wasn’t Price’s first mermaid encounter. Bringing his knees to his chest as quick as he can, he brings your form close enough to grab your head and slam it to his knee. The force of it is dizzying and the few seconds of disorientation it costs you steals your victory.

By the time you open your eyes, you were being pulled from the water by a pair of large and rough hands, and a shocked gasp escapes you as the human lifts you so your back was held tight to his chest and his knife hovers above your neck. You keep your eye on the edge of the blade and attempt to calm your breathing. Your neck would be cut if it came any closer to your erratic breaths. Then, you lift your gaze to meet the horrified stares of your kind. You had failed so miserably. The knife at your throat was only a hint of the torture that would await everyone.

As you felt your mind resettling, you took note of how this human was holding your body up. He was strong, you could give him that. He shifts his hold on you to the side of his body so he could see the merfolk.

“We don’t want any trouble.” He spoke out. “We didn’t know you were resting here.” You clench your jaw at that, holding your tongue from saying something rash. It was obvious the others weren’t convinced of his words either as they started moving – he was in their territory right now - but he only narrowed his eyes, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He brings the knife too close - far too close - and as the panic rushes through your head you rear your face back, your arms push try to wrench his grasp on your but his grip remained strong. Your quickened and uncontrolled breathing lets his knife nick repeatedly at the surface of your neck. The growing trail of blood stops the merfolk where they are. They retreat from the human, and he mirrors their actions, pulling the blade away once more from you. The caves echo your last panicked gasps and you grit your teeth in frustration.

“Get on with it, human.” You seethe. You can feel his eyes narrow on the back of your head. You stare forward.

“Alright, here’s the deal.” His voice rumbles. “Like I said, we’re not here to cause trouble, you lot let us out of ‘ere, and I’ll release her at the entrance to return to you.” Your mouth dries up and your tail curls at his command. Liar.

The merfolk murmur at his words, many throwing you concerned and worried glances. Quickly, the talking stops and everyone is looking at you, waiting to see what you had to say. Closing your eyes, you know you had accepted your fate when you had been caught. You knew how men gutted creatures they hooked from the sea and still, you opened your eyes, looked at everyone for the final time and smiled as you nodded. You vaguely feel the human’s eyes watching you, before stepping backwards into the water. You keep your eyes on the surface of the water as he passes you into the arms of another human, he too hovers a knife over your neck, but it all came second to the numbing surrealness of the whole ordeal. This was it.

You hear your captor tell one of them to tie your hands. You grunt as a man you could only refer to as ‘skull-face’ drops you onto your stomach, you’re left winded by the sudden impact of the rough wooden floor of the boat. He ties your hands and when it’s over, he turns you to your side and leaves to join the captain.

You close your eyes.

You try to keep your head held up, so the side of your face wasn’t pressed into the sandy wet floor. The boat picks up speed and you hear the rush of water as the men follow the path to the cave’s entrance.

As if to comfort yourself before the end, you curl your tail inwards. But as you do, your fin catches the end of a blunt object. Tilting your head down and opening your eyes, you can see a small knife that lay at the end of the boat – it’s handle was close to your fins. If you stretched just enough, you could obtain it.

Your heart awoke with fervour at the chance to strike before they could put you down. You whip your tail towards the knife. It's just short that you have to absolutely stretch your tail's length to grip the end of the handle. With the blade in your tail's hold, you're worried that the men had heard your movements. You glance at the four, but their backs are still to you. Quickly, you swing your tail backwards and you manage to wedge the knife at the ropes which tied your hands.

You feel your heart hammering against your chest as you slowly move the knife back and forth and, finally, cut the rope around your hands. With your hands free, you brace your hands on the boat floor to push your torso up and turn your body to have your back on the floor. The exhaustion leaves you careless as the sound of your exertion causes the men to turn their heads to the back of the boat. Seeing that you're free, skullface immediately draws a pistol.

At first, you freeze. But, remembering your limited time alive anyway, you brandish the small knife at him with one arm while the other pushes against the floor to help you move your body to the back of the boat. Quickly, you feel your back hit the wooden end of the boat and all you can hear is your shallow breathing as you hold your puny knife at gunpoint.

The two men beside him have stopped rowing too, their gaze upon the stand off, shoulders tense and eyes wary.

“Stand down.” Your captor – their leader - commands. Skullface stills at that, and moves aside to allow him to walk towards you. You only glare and tighten the two-hand grip on the handle as the captain walks and kneels on one knee in front of you. Something about his tired eyes and the escape of a small sigh stops you from lunging towards his neck with the blade.

“We aren’t gonna hurt you.” And it’s stupid, the way you could almost believe him. You blame the burnt exhaustion you find lacing his tone instead of the sharp edge you had come to associate with the man. You don’t move the knife away. He’s unfazed. “What’s your name?”

You don’t waver, “Let me leave. Right now.”

“We will. When we reach the cave’s exit.”

“Liar.” You fire back immediately.

You hear another human’s voice from one of the boats that had been trailing behind. "What are you doing, Price?” He shouts – an irritated bark.

“Nothing, Graves.” Your captor responds back in a raised voice, “Give us a minute.” He tells him before turning those blue eyes back to you. “Look, we had no idea you were here.” He holds a hand over your heart, a gesture you recognised to mean as one of sincerity on land but here, on the sway of the ocean surface, it fell flat. Recognising your unconvinced look, he sighs, “Your people, they seem to care for you. They would have never let me, or my crew leave unscathed if it weren’t for your safety." He sees your brows furrow a little. A curiosity of where he was going with this speech soothed your hostility. “And whether you believe me or not, it’s the same f'me. If securing your safety brings my men a safe passage out of ‘ere. I’m not risking it.” With that, he holds out a hand, palm up. You remove your gaze from his as you try to gather your thoughts.

When you reflected on earlier, it made sense. Considering everything, it genuinely seemed that these humans had no idea that they would meet merfolk. You meet his eyes and the stern, but calm, gaze holds your own as you seem to surrender the blade to his hands.

But you swore to never let your fate rest on humans again. And that is what drives you to turn the blade on yourself.

You ignore the captain's yell as you drive the blade towards your heart. But he's quick and is able to wrap his hands over yours. Not enough to stop you, but he manages to divert your path from your beating heart to your shoulder.

You gasp at the cut, but your shock transforms to fury at realising what he's done. You lock eyes with the human and try to pull the blade out. Perhaps you may get lucky and bleed out.

No such luck. The blade remains wedged, the captain keeping his grip. Before you realise it, he has his other hand grab your wrist before turning your body around and pinning you back down on the ground. He ignores your curses, effortlessly keeping you pinned to the floor. Instead, he shouts out to his men, you don't know or care what for but you figure it out nonetheless when you feel your hands being tied again and a blindfold obscuring your vision.

You don't stop resisting - if you're to die, let it be at the hands of the sea - but eventually, he leaves you alone and you feel the boat start up again. And whether it was the fear, panic, your wound or even being out of the water this long, everything fades to nothingness.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A frantic getaway from the cave and the swarms of raging mermaids and mermen leaves the pirates to regroup and reflect back on the ship. Price and his men look over the map once more, double checking and confirming their location, while some men are treated for their wounds and others start filling an empty crate with water for the mermaid.

Price hears a couple whistles from the deck. The questioning gaze he sends his men draws a somewhat awkward moment.

A beat passes before Gaz coughs, “The mermaid, cap, they’ve put her in the crate but she’s a bit exposed now that we’re in the sun.” Price narrows his eyes at that before turning away from the table and makes his way down the deck to the crate.

“Something interesting here, men?” He sternly asks the small group of pirates that had crowded around the mermaid. They straighten up and turn to face him.

One of them pipes up, “Nothing, cap, just not every day you see a mermaid.”

“Could say the same for a pair o’ tits for you, mate." Another cuts in with a smirk.

“Enough. Leave her alone until we figure out what to do.” Price orders and the men disperse. Price is about to turn to turn away and regroup with Graves and his men but catches your form still bound and exposed.

Your eyes were shut, and someone must have removed the knife to place bandages around your shoulder. Price notes and simmers at the unnecessary cruelty of leaving your chest uncovered. He begins to unbutton his waistcoat and, once he pulls it off, cuts free the rope on your hands. He doesn’t let his eyes wonder over the glow of your skin in the sunset lighting, instead, methodically slipping your arms through the waistcoat's holes. Price ignores the feel of the brush of his fingers over your skin as he fixes the buttons before walking away.

Approaching his men and Graves, he doesn’t miss the way Ghost narrows in on his missing waistcoat.

“Graves.” He says. This stops the man’s chatter with his shadows. “A word.” At that, the others leave their leaders on the upper deck. Graves is nonchalant, sharpening a knife as he waits for Price.

“What seems to be the problem?” He asks, the cadence of his voice gives the question a knowing tone.

“The problem is I have an injured mermaid on my ship Graves, that wasn’t part of the deal. We came here for treasure, not to stir up trouble with the merfolk.” Price can feel the pressings of a migraine settling so he tries to focus on the warm dying embers of the sky. “Now with us practically holding one of them hostage, we’re never going to be get back in that cave. It will be even worse when she dies. What do you suppose we do?”

Graves stops sharpening the knife, holding it up to see it in the final rays of the sun, “This is your problem, Price. You think our treasure is some kind of chest of gold but it’s not.” He walks towards Price, removing something from his pocket and then holds it out to him. A letter.

“This arrived for you yesterday, from Shepherd. Thought it was for me, sorry.” Graves commented, unapologetic. Price clenches his jaw but accepts the paper. He opens it up and there laid a single phrase: Keep it alive.

“He wants a mermaid?” Price says, taken aback.

Graves hums. “I suppose, how does that saying go? Not all treasure is silver and gold.”

At that. Price lets his eyes go back to you, the setting of the sun had you washed in a glow of warm tones, eyes still shut tight, head lolled to the side so he could see the crane of your neck and his dampened waistcoat clinging to your form.

You may not have been gold coins, but right there, you glinted in the sun like one.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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imtryingbuck · 3 days ago

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Ten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n L/n becomes Queen of Astoria not that she wanted to. Prince James of Winterfeld meets her and falls in love.

Word count: 4,072

Warnings: angst. fluff. swearing. mentions of beheading. mentions of death during childbirth. mention of suicide (jumping out of a window) mentions of murdering people. mentions of being a bastard(?)

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When the kings headless body fell to the ground with a heavy thud all of his remaining soldiers dropped their swords in surrender, and in hopes they would be speared, Y/n told them to collect their fallen men and go home as her own did the same. Just as they were getting ready to leave a horse galloped towards them, the rider removed his helmet before getting down.

Y/n’s lips puffed out when she came face to face with the son of the king she had just beheaded.

“Queen Y/n.” Placing his helmet under his arm, he shocked her by getting down on one knee. “A pointless war that you won gracefully, a war that I did not want nor a lot of the men. I must admit despite your beauty I did not want to marry you, my father was not happy that I also chose to marry for love and not for an alliance. I do not want wish for anymore conflict between our two kingdoms, two kingdoms that always had a friendship long before our fathers were born. I hope we can put this behind us and continue working together.”

“The woman that you love, have you asked for her hand?”

He looks shocked by her question but smiles and shakes his head. “Not yet, why?”

“Stand up.” He stands and gives Carlson a look of confusion. “When you marry, I would like to be invited. As you said today’s battle was pointless and like you I hope our kingdoms can go back to how they were.”

The prince now king bows his head and smiles at her, she returns the gesture, before walking up to Carlson and Bucky.

The dowager Queen watched alongside Larissa as Y/n’s armour was lifted off of her body showing the bloody clothes she had been wearing underneath, both women flinching when her clothes were taken off her showing the large dark bruises decorating her skin. The maesters examined her thoroughly - annoying her more than anything - before they were happy with themselves that all she had on her was bruises and not anything worse.

“Mother I have told you-“

“I do not care what you have said, you are my daughter. I worry about you.”

“I am twenty one years old now, you do not have to wash my hair!”

“Starlight.”

“Mother.”

“I am washing your hair and that is final.” Y/n pulls a face at Larissa causing her to giggle. “Did she just pull a face?” Pulling another face, one with her eyes crossed and her tongue sticking out, Larissa giggles once more.

“I have done no such thing mother.” She puts on the most innocent voice she can muster, she pulls another face.

“Starlight, you do realise that there is a mirror in front of you, do you not?”

Making eye contact with her mother through the mirror the face she was pulling drops. “Oh.” For the first time in such a long time her mum truly laugh, which causes her heart to flutter, she missed her mums laugh so much - it was so infectious that always caused her to laugh along when she was younger.

Finally getting out of the bath and dried, her mum along with Larissa helped her get dressed, both her mum and Larissa talking about the feast that was being held as celebration for the army coming home victorious.

“I am going to see Storm before the feast.” Y/n informed her mum.

“Please do not take long.”

“I will not, do not fret mother.” She winks at her mum as she leaves her chambers, rolling her eyes as her guards fall into step a few paces behind her - still not use to them following her around.

Rounding the corner to the stables her eyebrows furrow together at seeing her sister standing there with the stable boy, both standing there with their cheeks tinted red, both smiling bashfully at each other, both not realising that Y/n standing there with an amusing grin on her face - that was until she cleared her throat and startling the pair causing them to jump apart.

“Sis- My Grace.”

“Annalise. Liam.”

“My Q-Queen.”

“How is Storm?”

“He is well. There is no injury to him and I made his stall very comfortable for him.” Liam told her. He was often overlooked and belittled by those around him all because he had a stutter - but never when he spoke about horses - and wasn’t educated but Y/n didn’t care of those things, he was strong, smart when it came to horses, plus he was the only person other than herself and Carlson that she trusted with Storm.

“Has he eaten yet?”

Walking over to Storms stall she chuckles when Liam says. “I fear I have been spoiling him my Grace.”

“You always spoil him Liam.”

“I know.”

“Anna… why are you here?”

“I- well- I thought I would come and check up on the horses.” Annalise stuttered at first then sounded like she was trying to not only convince her sister but herself, she knew that her sister wasn’t stupid by any means though she hoped she wouldn’t humiliate her in front of Liam.

“Right…” Pressing a kiss to Storms nose she lets him go back to eating the sack full of carrots Liam had put into his stall, she turns and goes over to her younger sister. “I bet Liam appreciates your visits.” Raising her hand to her sister’s hair, she smiles and winks. “Be sure to get all the hay from your hair before you come inside so mother does not see.”

“I-I-“

Twirling a piece of hay that she removed from Annalise’s hair she chuckles, both Anna and Liam going bright red, Y/n winks at the two before leaving, only to stop at the doors to the stable. “Make sure you invite Liam to the feast.”

The music playing in the great hall was being drowned out by men retelling their story of the battle that was being dubbed as the pointless battle, stories of their heroics having those who wasn’t there hanging on to every word they heard. Y/n sat at the head table with Carlson to her right and Bucky to her left laughing at the tales they were hearing, some of the men dramatising their experiences having them sharing looks of humour.

“To our Warrior Queen!” Gus shouts standing on the table he holds his goblet up high, smiling as more men stood up doing the same.

The hall erupted in chanting. “To our Warrior Queen!” making Y/n blush from the attention.

Standing up she raises her own goblet and smiles. “To all of you. To all of our fallen men. To our victory.” As everyone cheers she winces whilst watching their ale slosh out of their cups and drench the ground.

As everyone got more drunk and fuller on the food that was on the tables, Y/n leaned further into Bucky’s seat - their hands holding each other.

“Want to go for a ride with me?” She chuckles and rolls her eyes as he chokes in his ale. “Do not be dirty!”

“I am sorry.” He chuckles. “You do mean a horse ride, right?”

“Yes!”

“Lead the way then.”

Of course the only people who notice them both leaving is Carlson, Larissa, Steve and Sam but none of them make any comments as the two left the great hall hand in hand.

They’re both silent as they go towards the stables, the cold air biting at their skin though neither makes a comment or the attempt to cover up, when Storm sees her his hoofs beat against the ground - his way of telling her that he was happy to see her.

“Hi my pretty boy.” She presses a kiss to his nose quickly before going over to Winter. “If you did not realise, she is yours now.”

“She is?”

“Yes. Plus she likes you. I have a new saddle being made for you.” She replied as she led Winter out of the stall.

“You do not have to do that for me.”

“Of course I do, you are to be my husband soon that is unless you do not want to mar-“ Bucky quickly cuts the rest of her words off by pressing his lips against hers. The thought of her thinking that he didn’t want to marry her caused his heart to ache, all he wanted was to marry her.

“You cannot get rid of me even if you wanted to.”

“Not yet.” She winked, her skin starts to tingle as he lets out the most infectious laughter, she makes a mental note to make him laugh more. “Let’s get these saddles on these babies so we can go.”

And they do, helping each other with the saddles Bucky helps her with her dress as she gets on top of Storm, Bucky had no idea where Y/n was taking him but he was happy to follow her wherever she would go, following her like a shadow. They were mostly silent as they traveled to the unknown location, as they began to slow down Bucky’s eyes widen at the scene.

A large rectangular pond that was big enough for three fountains to be placed inside, on either side of the pond were large marble statues of past kings and queens of Astoria, on each corner were lit lanterns high above making Bucky able to see everything clearly - he wondered who was lighting them at night until he saw the guards surrounding the peaceful garden.

“My Queen, my Prince.” One of the guards lowered his head as he greeted them.

“Hello, how are you?”

“I am well, how are you my Grace?”

“Good. I am well. You have had something to eat, right?”

As Y/n spoke with the guard Bucky’s attention went to the row of white roses to the side of him, as he looked around he noticed that there were rows and rows of the beautiful flowers surrounding the area. He ever so slightly ran his fingers across the soft white petal, he was so lost in thought he didn’t realise Y/n was standing behind him.

“My great-great-great grandfather had white roses planted here for his wife as they were her favourite flowers.”

Jumping slightly he made sure that he didn’t pull the petal off before turning his head to the side to look at her. “They are beautiful.”

“Come, I will introduce you to them.” Holding her hand out she smiled as he was quick to put his hand in hers. Leading him over to the first statue that was at the head of the pond, she looked up at them. “His name was Henry, she was Mary. Love at first sight, they said, according to the story is that Mary died on the birthing bed, a son was born. Henry was wrecked by grief that he handed his son to the maid and locked himself in the room with Mary, it is said that they could hear him talking to her and replying as if she was speaking to him, it took them a whole month for them to finally convince him to leave the room and for them to finally bury her.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at hearing the story, his heart broke for the king that was way before his time, he loved his wife so much that he didn’t want to leave her though she had left the world - leaving him and their baby son. He couldn’t imagine what or how he was feeling when the realisation hit him that he needed to let his wife go.

“He had a statue made of her, it was placed here as this was the place they first met - the place that she told him that she was with child. His Hand told him to marry so he could have more children but he refused, and as time went on he went mad as he always spoke to her even though she was no longer by his side, they soon gave him the nickname The Mad King. A week after his son turned eighteen Henry ended his life by throwing himself out of the window, the same window that was in the room where Mary had died, the same window that faces the pond. The first order his son made as king was for a statue of his father to be made and placed next to his mother.”

“That is…”

“A sad beautiful story.”

“Yes. Do you think that he did it to be with her?”

“I do.” Placing a kiss to the hand of Mary then of Henry’s she bowed her head. Bucky doing the same as soon as she moved away, following behind her when she moved to another statue. “It seems as if history repeated itself when Henry’s son, John, lost his wife on the birthing bed, a son was born and John became mad but this time he killed innocent people. He too jumped out of the window.”

“Why? Why did he kill people?”

“Nobody knows, some say that he wanted revenge but for what, I do not know.“

“What about others?”

“They never said other than that he was a king that should not have been.”

“Why?”

“What kind of king kills his own people? Whether or not he was wrecked with grief he should not have done that.”

Once again she kisses the hands of the statues before moving onto the next one, giving the story behind her relatives, each one more tragic than the rest it seemed. When she gets to her grandparents a small smile made its way to her lips.

“My grandmother was an orphan, born a bastard to a whore and a farmer, she was ten and my grandfather was twelve when they met. As soon as she turned fourteen he asked her hand in marriage which obviously was very scandalous - a prince falling in love with a lowborn, shocking.” She chuckled. “But he was the third born child so his father allowed him to do as he wished, my grandfather had just turned thirty when the kings guard came for him - bringing him back to the castle, two weeks later he was crowned king. The people knew of my grandmothers background yet did not care, they loved her as her main focus was for the townspeople, making sure that none were left to starve as those before her did.”

Wiping a fallen tear she smiled sadly. “My grandmother died before I was born, I was told that the people cried as her coffin went through the kingdom, for weeks everyone wore nothing but black only to be lining up to watch as my grandfathers coffin go by. They say he died of a broken heart which I believe.”

“Y/n…”

“People whisper that my family is cursed thanks to the king that should not have been, the whispers got louder when my father took the throne.”

“Why?”

“My father was not the oldest.”

“So why was he king?”

“My uncle stepped down from the throne, the people believe that he was too scared of the curse, but that was not true, my father wanted the throne because of the power that comes with it.” Casting a glance at the statue of her father Bucky swore he could see the hatred in her eyes. “He threatened my uncle, he told my uncle that he would have his wife and children killed if he went ahead with the coronation, my uncle loves his wife and children more than he loved the idea of being king so my father was crowned.”

“Where is your uncle now?”

“The king that never was, as the people call him, is a farmer. Last I saw him was when my father died, though he is old he still acts as if he is a child.” She chuckles before pressing a kiss to her grandparents statued hands and bowing. “You know my mother, her story is not tragic aside from her husband getting a second wife.”

“I notice that there is not a statue of your stepmother, why is that?”

“It is currently being made, my father did not want her to be in the family garden as he did not love her, though we did not see eye to eye she is the mother of my sisters so therefore she is my family.” She looks up at him and grins.

His lips instantly widen as he smiles at her. “What?”

“I am the Queen.”

“That you are.”

“Which means that my very own statue will be made.”

“Indeed.”

“You are to be my husband.”

“Which I cannot wait for.”

“Which means that a statue of you will be made and placed next to mine.”

Bucky chuckles and nods. “I suppose.”

“Do not fret sweetheart, I will make sure they capture your beauty.”

“Thank you, I was worrying for a moment there.” She laughs, stopping when an unattractive snort leaves her, even in the moonlight he can see her cheeks heat up in embarrassment but to him she had no reason to be embarrassed, she was the most perfect woman he had ever had the blessing to lay eyes on let alone know.

“I am sorry, that was not lady-“

“It was perfect, just as you are.” He gently cups her face with his hand and rests his forehead against hers. “But do remember that I will be bringing this up in the future.”

“You would not!” He presses a kiss to her forehead before walking away, putting his hands behind his back and he starts whistling, pretending to look at the rest of what the garden has to offer, forcing himself not to laugh as he hears her follow him repeating. “You would not.”

Dresses upon dresses covered her bed. Servants rushing around. Food being left untouched on the table. Her sisters were talking whilst helping each other with their hair. Her mother sat on the chair dabbing her eyes with a lace handkerchief watching her oldest daughter be helped with her wedding dress.

When all was finally ready they stood outside the chapel to wait for the doors to open, she took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled in hopes to get her heart beat to slow down - for the first time in her life she was scared.

Arm in arm with Carlson she walked slowly down the aisle to where Bucky was waiting, he was right in saying her dress was made fit only for a queen and that he would have the largest smile on his face… as well as tears glistening in his eyes.

Before she could even realise what was being said or done, they were being announced as man and wife. She beamed up at him before their lips touched in a passionate yet short kiss, the whole chapel erupting into cheers.

The people cheered and cried at seeing their Queen and King coming out of the chapel, throwing flowers along with shouting their prayers and wishes. Carlson watched from the side and had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at seeing the dazed look on his best friend, his queens face.

Y/n only seemed to snap out of it when Bucky stood and moved around the table with Steve and Sam coming up behind him, his hand resting on top of the handle of his sword he smiled softly at her and got down on his knee.

“I pledge my love and loyalty to you. Always. My Queen.”

Steve and Sam knelt down and in unison say: “I pledge my loyalty to you. Always. My Queen.” All three stand when she smiles and nods.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur, she does remember dancing with Bucky then Carlson, she remembers seeing Annalise dancing with Liam, her mum and Winnie dancing together whilst George danced with her youngest sister.

But most importantly she remembers smiling throughout the whole thing, slightly dreading the ache in her cheeks that awaits her tomorrow but it didn’t matter as she was now a married woman to a man she loves.

When it came time for the bedding ceremony, Larissa along with her mother and maids took her to her chambers, as they undressed her she could hear Bucky arguing with the maester outside - something along the lines of that no one would be witnessing their coupling. Even her mother went out to argue about it not taking place which she was ever grateful for.

When everyone left and Bucky came in it helped that she could see that he too was nervous for what was about to happen, he twisted his ring around his finger - the same ring she had placed on him only a few hours ago. “Y-your mother called me king. She scares me a little.”

“You are now the king, and why does she scare you?” She chuckled.

“Do- have you gotten used to be called queen?”

“No and I do not think I ever will.”

Taking a step forward he stops. “I am meant to be your prince consort.”

She does the same. “I am Queen and you are my husband.”

A playful smile on his lips as he takes another step forward. “But that is not how it is done.”

Doing as she did before, she copies him. “Whilst my sisters were learning what it is to be wives and how to do their jobs as women I was on the training ground fighting.”

Bucky squints his eyes as he steps closer to her. “Meaning?”

“Meaning I have never done things correctly.” She says as she gets closer to him, the gap between them now smaller.

“I noticed but people will not be happy.”

“People were cheering our king meaning that they see you as you are. Their king.”

Bucky closes the small distance between the pair and smiles down at her. “As you say, my queen.”

“Now tell me why my mother scares you?”

“It was when she was telling the maester off, they were adamant of being in the room with us.”

“She knew I was nervous and promised me that she would make sure they would not be in here, I am sorry.”

Cupping her face with both of his hands he shakes his head. “Do not be sorry, I did not want them here either.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes dart between his to his lips, and lightly licks her own. “Do- should- I…”

“What is it, my love?”

“Should we… you know?” Gods she felt so stupid, she’s been on so many battle fields, she’s been struck by an arrow, she’s been slashed with swords and beaten, yet here she was stumbling over her words.

Rubbing his thumb across her cheek he smiles softly at her. “Only if you wish to.”

“I do!” She blurted blushing when he chuckles. “I mean I would like to.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, no, he dips his head closer to hers and kisses her, slowly at first as he was trying to savour the moment, smiling when she starts taking the lead - the kiss growing more heated. When he feels her tug at his clothes he instantly understands her silent words, without breaking the kiss he starts to undress himself, shivering slightly as her hand comes into contact with his bare chest, his stomach clenching as her hand starts to trail downwards.

Laying her down on the bed he stood in between her legs and stared down at her - grinning when she started to blush. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

Both were wrapped in each other’s arms breathless as the smell of sex lingered in the air, Bucky traced invisible patterns on her bare skin as she played with the ring on his finger.

“Bucky?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can we do that again?”

Bucky’s laugh bounced off the walls as she looked up at him with the most innocent eyes she could muster, and when she gives him the cutest pout he had ever seen, who was he to say no to his queen?

He felt slightly bad for those still awake in the castle as neither one of them made any attempt to conceal their moans.

Only slightly.

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↻ REMEDIAL MEASURES FOR THE PLANETS: THE MOON

basics of vedic astrology. ask box. masterlist.

a weak moon will create unnecessary fears, anxieties and mental health issues. it can make the native moody, be emotionally sensitive, shut off and sometimes when in extremely bad dignity, even psychotic. a malefic moon will pose struggles when it comes to the relationship with the mother, which will further lead to anxiety for the native; furthermore it leads to problems with eyes and the stomach. a weak benefic moon cannot give its results properly and also makes the native become easily influenced.

GENERAL REMEDIES

never spill milk, and ensure that you don't waste water. especially drinking water.

keep hydrated all the time, and offer water to others when you think they might be thirsty or ask you for it. (never ignore anyone who asks for water)

never leave unfinished water. always finish the water you take in your glass.

sleep at appropriate times.

drink water in a silver glass (size doesn't matter, just leave some water in it to charge it with metal ions for some time, it's good for the body too.)

wear silver, if you can. necklace, bracelet, rings, whatever.

always respect your mother, or mother figure. she is the one who gave birth to you and nourished you with her blood. if nothing at all, then at least care for her because of that. talk to your mother as often as possible, and win her heart with your actions and morals.

offer gifts of silver to your mother. this includes but is not limited to jewellery, statues, antique pieces, watch, small trinkets etc.

buy a small silver box, it does not have to be any bigger than 3 X 3 cm, but it can be as large as you'd like too, and have it be filled with rice from your mother's hands. take it, and keep it at your study, or anywhere you will most likely be seeing it most often. you can keep it in a bag, pouch etc too. not in your pocket though, and it shouldn't be opened. replace the rice monthly, if you can.

fast on mondays, and only consume fruits, fruit juices, dry fruits and milk and milk products. no salt or grains in any form should be consumed. (like even kellogs will be considered grains because it has corn in it)

be at peace with crying and being emotional, especially for men.

donate to organizations that serve single mothers, widows, women etc.

keep motifs / statues of deers. a group of 17 deers pull the chariot of the moon god, so a painting of him hung on the north wall is favourable.

for hindus / people believing in idolatry / people with any form of devotion to the planets as gods:

TO BE DONE EVERY FULL MOON:

one thing i wish to emphasize here is that vedic practices like the two following are to be done in places free from the influence of alcohol / drugs / meat / rahu dominant places. after having consumed any of these, stay away from the places where the god is kept / offered remedies to, to respect their sanctity.

employ your imagination to visualize the moon god in an anthropomorphic form (as a human). this is done to create a deeper emotional relationship with the moon which is not possible with an inanimate object.

imagine the moon god as having pale, glowing skin with ethereal eyes that seem to shine. his skin is a shining white, like pearls, holding a vara in one hand and a mace in the other, aboard a chariot of ten white horses. he has a smiling and gentle face, and is adorned beautifully with jewels of silver. he wears white silks, and sits stop the crescent moon as he moves through the sky; waxing and waning in his shine as he does so.

do this as you stand admiring the full moon. you must have a small round silver vessel (lota, image below) filled with raw milk, not boiled and fresh. add some sugar and uncooked rice to it, as well. let the moon's rays fall upon you and then, extend your arms outwards and slowly pour the milk from the lota onto the ground. imagine that the milk is being used to wash the feet of chandra, as he gracefully accepts the offering.

once done, bow to him. it is necessary to do this in the open where the light from the moon falls on you. ensure the moon is visible in the sky, clouds hiding it is not favourable. as you prepare to leave, chant this mantra at least 11 times under your breath:

'OM SOMA SOMAYA NAMAH'

you can also do mantra chanting on a proper rudraksha mala, if you have one. show a diya (pictures above) to the god, and keep it outside, as though offered to his luminous form. the diya can be both, earthen ware or a brass one.

offer sweet items made of milk by you or a family member to chandra, as well. like kheer, vermicelli kheer, makhana kheer etc, their recipes can be easily found on google. take a small bowl of it, offer it to chandra and keep it outside the entire night (cover it to make sure it doesn't get contaminated) and then eat it as prasadam the next day.

keep glass bottles / jars filled with water to the brim, without their covers, as you keep them outside to allow the moonlight to fall on them. after nearly 15-20 minutes, take them back home; you can keep it outside for more time if moonlight is available, but at least do it for 15 minutes. keep this glass jar somewhere safely inside the house, ensuring none of the water is spilt.

TO BE DONE ON MONDAYS / AUSPICIOUS OCCASIONS: (depending upon level of commitment, and financial influence)

if you wish to pray to the moon god and engage in mantra chanting, then you may establish a copper / brass statue of the god, no bigger than your finger (or the thumb if you are a busy person and may have to skip this duty at times. large statues when unkempt curse the native for dishonour of the god.)

following is a good reference statue, and it is the perfect size as well. (i'm not promoting any website btw 😭)

discipline for taking care of statues of gods. not looking after the statue of gods is extremely inauspicious. if you do not have the discipline or time to dedicate some time in the morning / early evening to worship, then don't keep the statue in your home.

i will make a post about this if anyone needs additional or personal tips regarding idol worship, or how you can adjust it better with western culture. do lmk via asks.

REMEDIES TO BE DONE OCCASIONALY / WEEKLY:

offer the moon god the flowers associated with him (lotus, white chrysanthemums, white roses, moonflower, or other white flowers which are not weeds), white coloured garments (it can be any new textile, even unsewn cloth can be offered), uncooked rice (100 g) and silver metal if within means. all of these items are to be distributed amongst brahmins (temple priests) to appease the god.

havan can be done on mondays.

rice cooked with milk can be fed to brahmins (temple priests); you can ask the local temple priests about it, or if any isckon centre is present, then the authorities present there will be able to guide you well about how you can do so. if temples are present locally, then you can simply donate the items / food in a tupperware to the temple priest. the raw materials can also both be offered (raw rice grains and milk packets.

a conch to be given in charity. it is particularly beneficial if the conch shell is engraved with silver for aesthetic purposes. (don't go around thinking this has to be done weekly 😭 do it once, or maybe once every four-five years if you have that devotion and money)

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 26

The Question | Loki x Reader

The clean up of Tønsbergbegins and you settle back into life with Loki at your side. But there's still some questions still left to answer.

Warnings: 18+ A bit of angst, language, sexism & mysogyny antagonist character death and discussions of prisoner death. But also...FLUFF, suggestion of sex.

A/N: This is the penultimate full chapter! We have Chapter 27 and then a short post-credit sequence epilogue. Thank you to everyone still reading!

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There was only so long the cloak could keep you covered with so many others at risk. You were sure another may have been able to hang onto its protection for longer, but the soldiers, beaten back as they were, were becoming desperate. Those still in the village had begun smashing windows, hammering on doors and climbing the walls where the stones allowed, searching for ways into the strongholds of the villagers. The very homes of the Asgardian people were at risk and, despite the blood still seeping from your side, you knew that they were far more vulnerable than you or Loki could ever be.

Before you could make the decision consciously air rushed around you, the lights were brighter and the sound louder. The bubble you’d been protected in with Loki was gone but, so was a large portion of the village.

Bres and the Vanir Prince rounded on you immediately, savage grins on their faces and blood dripping from their swords.

“There you are,” the Prince growled. As quickly as you could you pushed up from the ground, supported by growing vines and leaves, to your feet. Your spear glowed blue, spitting fire at the approaching attacker.

Beside you, Loki rose too. His leg, still at a strange angle, seemed to be healing slowly. Despite his odd weight distribution he revealed his daggers and flipped them both, eyeing Bres’ approach.

“My lady said no, Bres, it’s time to retreat.”

You could feel the well of magic around you, Loki’s sedir gathering at full force. Your own magic, currently burning through its energy, knocking soldiers out of the way to return to you, flared a rich blue leaving burnt land and then flowers in its wake.

Loki couldn’t take anymore of the desecration of his home, the disrespect shown to his family. He grabbed your hand and at once you felt your magic gather, a vacuum in it’s place and then. Loki.

Together, my Goddess

Together

A blast of green and blue magic shot from your joined hands, hitting Bres full in the chest and throwing him backwards. The Vanir Prince rallied his own, meagre, power but it was no match for your shared strength, he went flying, careening into Thor and Jane who held him down with Mjolnir.

He maintained the assault with his left hand, magic flowing through him and out onto the battlefield, his right he wrapped around your waist, pressing on the flow of blood and supporting you to stand.

“We win this together, my darling, I want you by my side.”

You lifted your own palm, allowing the ebb and flow of your magic to dance inside of you, the hollow feeling before the blast becoming more and more familiar as it grew, crashing onto the enemy before you.

Bres fell further and further back, his men now fleeing left and right until he lay on the harbour cobbles, sprawled at your feet.

Loki stared down at him in disgust.

“I ought to kill you for this. This was war, Bres, and you know it, this is not the way of things in the Nine Realms any longer-” Loki’s jaw ticked in anger.

“Nine Realms?” Bres scoffed, still attempting bravado. His only back up was now being dragged to the centre of the village by Thor, Stormbreaker balanced on his shoulder. “I believe your homeland was destroyed, Loki, Prince of nothing and no one.”

The Prince cowered at Loki’s feet though, looking up with pleading eyes.

“He knows not what he says, Prince Loki, please show mercy upon us.”

Loki stared back, then turned to you.

“My darling, this is your kill. Last time I performed the deed for you, now you are strong enough to do this for yourself.”

Silence fell, Thor and Jane stood behind the prisoners, Brunnhilde watched from the wharf, making sure no one climbed back up. Korg was helping villagers from their homes, righting people, doors and flower pots with equal care.

“I have never taken a life.” You whispered, looking at Loki, searching for the right path.

“If you do not wish to start, you could grant them clemency, we have a prison here.” The Vanir nodded in agreement, eyes wet with tears. But Bres looked cold.

“I knew you were a coward, Loki. And you’ve made her cowardly too. Think of all she could have achieved with the Vanir, all the battles she would have ended if you had simply stepped aside like the second son you are. This is no place for you.”

“Bres,” the Vanir Price sobbed, “stop!” He pleaded, crying fully now. “I thought it was the right thing. I did. I wanted a new world, a new realm and I was greedy and foolish. Please show mercy, Princess Estrid.” He gripped your thigh in his muddy hands, tears making tracks in the blood that coated his face. You’d only really seen him on the battlefield but now, stripped of his helm, he was just a boy, young and lost, betrothed as you had been for reasons beyond his own desires.

“Thor?”

He looked at you, shocked, but waiting.

“Take him to the prison.” You declared, coldly. If you could put off this decision then you would, for now.

“Let’s go.” Thor took him roughly by the arm and dragged him to his feet, but he went willingly, calmly. “I’ll come back for that one.” He pointed at Bres, but you shook your head.

“I’ve not decided about him yet.”

Bres spat at your feet while you spoke, but you burnt the filth away before it could even land.

“Why would you want them to make a new world, when this one is so beautiful?” The question came out as a whisper, your confused evident.

His sneer returned, teeth blackened by drying blood. “He’s a boy, that one, a welp the same as you, I would never have let either of you keep that land. But I did very much enjoy Ragnarok. Your boyfriend took care of that for me, thoughI knew you could do it again.” He eyed the charred grass where you’d been fighting. “You would have burnt the world to the ground and then it would have been mine.”

There was another hand on your back now, Brunnhilde’s.

“Put him in prison, decide later.” She suggested gently.

“Okay,” you rubbed a hand over your eyes, smearing blood from your fingers.

“You look a true warrior now,” Thor laughed, returning from the prison, “a true warrior, I will escort our friend here -” before Thor could finish his thought Bres had moved, sliding a broad sword from his seemingly empty scabbard, he lurched towards Loki. Daggers flashed catching the sword, then it slipped, falling to the cobbles in a shower of ashes.

Everyone turned to look at you, your spear out, the tip touching where Bres had once stood, his own ashes blowing in the wind.

In the aftermath you found yourself under Loki’s cloak, the deep velvet so intoxicatingly him that you felt safe and warm despite the wound in your side and the scars on your heart.

Brunnhilde, with the surprisingly organised help of Korg, managed to set up a triage and refuge in the Long Hall. Before long the smell of stew was permeating out from the kitchens and the usual cacophony of chatter was filling the space.

Despite Jane explaining that she “wasn’t that kind of Doctor, Thor.” With a roll of her eyes, she still helped the local doctor and nurse bandaging up any wounds and sending more serious cases off to the hospital.

Thor had tackled the swarm of journalists at the edge of the village as best he could, trying to distract them with little effect and eventually sending them away with the promise of a full interview with the entire court as soon as they had the village in order.

Yet all you saw was Loki, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight, romantic despite its necessity since the powerlines had come down. And all you knew was that you loved him and he loved you in return.

“Do you think we could just…go?” You whispered, tugging on Loki’s hand, “I’m so tired, I already got stitched up. Or do you think we need to stay, as a sign of strength or something?”

“My darling, after how you defended our people today, I don’t think anyone could be upset with you needing to rest.” He cupped your cheek again, wiping away what was left of the mud after you’d washed your face in the bathroom.

Loki didn’t comment on the house, the smell of burning that still lingered from your uncontrolled rage. He didn’t comment on the way the bedroom was a mess, your clothes everywhere and the sheets still rumpled from your restless sleep.

He didn’t have time to comment because his lips were distracted kissing every inch of skin he could find, his hands carefully guiding you backwards onto the bed, propping himself over you on an elbow so he could continue to pepper kisses down your neck and collar without hurting you.

His cloak lay beneath you, his presence hovering above and you closed your eyes in bliss. He was home, safe, apart from some battle wounds that were already well on the way to being healed. And although he would take time to move past the mental weight of being trapped, the pain of his sedir being restricted, you were at least together and together you could weather any storm.

By the morning the village looked better, most of the debris had been cleared away and everyone was in fine spirits, organising for a feast in celebration of your victory. Loki had been clear that you weren’t to lift a finger while he tidied the house, the magical way, of course, and had settled you in an armchair wrapped in only the bedsheets with a huge mug of coffee and as many pastries as the bakery could muster.

Today was going to be a special day, he’d decided.

He’d woken before you, running out of the house and returning with everything he needed before you could stir. Thankfully you’d slept late after taking your pain medication, giving him lots of time to plan.

After your coffee he ushered you into the bathroom where a full bathtub steamed, complete with healing herbs and extracts would help you sooth away your pains and help the wound in your side heal. Asgardian healing was incredibly advanced, the stitches growing new skin and sinew as well as holding the wound together, so Loki had no doubt you’d be fighting fit in no time. With you in the bathroom he could make some calls.

That afternoon Loki coaxed you out from the warmth of the cottage to take a brisk walk through the village.

“We were supposed to do this, do you remember? I promised you a walk on the cliffs.” He said, his normally long stride was tempered so you could keep up and enjoy the view together. One of your hands was tucked into the crook of his elbow for warmth, the other touched the budding plants that had covered the battlefield in just a single day. Although Loki had been hurt too, he’d healed quickly and now there was no way to tell that there had ever been anything wrong with his strong, lean body. Not unless you peeled back the layers of his sweater and wax cotton jacket to find the scars beneath.

One the other side of the cliff the land swooped down towards a second beach, less hospitable to the boats and so more widely used in the hot summer for bathing. Now, with the winter still nipping at your noses, it was deserted except for a single green blanket, folded on a dry rock.

“Loki…” You gave him a sideways look, clocking his mischievous smile. His eyes though, there was something else in them you couldn’t quite place.

“Yes, my darling?”

With a flourish he opened the blanket, letting it float through the air before landing on the soft wet sand. Inside magic shimmered - a picnic basket, cushions and a large umbrella to protect against the wind appeared, artfully arranged on the green wool.

“Loki! This is gorgeous! Did you do this for me?” You dropped his arm, running forwards to touch the delicate tassels on the umbrella. “How did you even do this kind of magic, it’s amazing.”

Lost in your excitement you didn’t notice the movement of the sand behind you, or Loki kneeling down on the blanket.

“Can we - oh!”

You turned and there he was, right behind you, on bended knee. “What are you doing? Loki…”

He merely smiled up at you, “Asynja, my darling, my goddess. I should have asked you this question all those years ago on Asgard, I should never have left any doubt between us how I felt.” He held his hand out, taking yours gently and kissing your knuckles. “You are the most wondrous person I have ever met and I would be a fool not to want to spend the rest of my life, however long it may be, worshipping you as you deserve.”

“Oh, Loki!” Tears sprang into your eyes, he turned your hand over, kissing your wrist where your pulse beat wildly in anticipation.

“My darling, will you marry me?” He slid his palm across yours, leaving behind a gold ring, the band was engraved with a tangle of flowers and vines, so fine and delicate you could barely see them, they led to a flower of gemstones with diamond petals. The central stone appeared to be a light blue sapphire, but as you turned it in the light it flashed emerald green.

“Of course I will, Loki, I love you so much there’s no one else I could ever want to be with!”

Grinning, he slid the ring onto your finger and swept you backwards onto the picnic rug, kissing your cheeks and nose as you laughed with pure happiness.

Thor could only hold his excitement in for so long, rushing to the Long Hall and throwing the doors open as soon as you told him.

“My baby brother is to be wed!” He boomed, startling the Knit & Natter group that had the hall booked for the afternoon. “Where’s the King?!” He bounded into the room, hugging each member of the group around the shoulders before rushing to the back office and throwing open the door.

You’d both told Thor over tea and cakes in your little cottage, the afternoon had spread out before you like the picnic blanket, giving you both time to enjoy your new excitements and dreams, as well as reminiscing on your old memories and love.

Loki had requested that Thor visit as soon as you’d made it back to the cottage, thrilled to share the news with his overexcited older brother.

Brunnhilde’s momentary shock was soon replaced with similar excitement as she followed Thor from the office and back out into the Long Hall where she found you both smiling and being fawned over by the knitting group, when Madam Gina would let them get close enough. The ancient lady, the grandmother in chief of all the village elders, had your cheeks cupped between her wrinkled hands, squeezing tightly and whispering to you with tears in her eyes.

Thor and Brunnhilde gathered round too, patting you on the shoulder and back and mixing their congratulations with the voices of the others.

“We must have a party!” Thor announced, lifting his hands, “a large party with ale and mead and feasting, oh and music. There must be music and dancing!”

Loki watched him indulgently, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders and pulling you tight against his side. You looked up at him, his sharp jaw relaxed for a change, a twinkle in his eye and a healthy flush covering his cheeks and nose from your swift walk over.

“Your highness, there must be a ceremony first.” Madam Gina interjected, tapping her papery hand on Thor’s forearm.

“Well we shall have an engagement party, then the wedding ceremony of course and then an even bigger party after. We can’t have too many celebrations can we, not when my little brother is marrying such a fine woman.” He grabbed you both, kissing Loki on the forehead before bending to kiss you on the cheek.

“Thor!” Madam Gina wrapped him on the knuckles with the end of her knitting needles, making the prince flinch and step back.

“Please, Madam, tell us about the ceremony.” Brunnhilde offered, pulling her chair back out for her.

“Well -” she coughed, “as you know Bres took you, my dear, to ascend and then be married.” She nodded, her eyes milky as her memories cast back through the centuries.

“Yes, but I was never married.” Your heart was sinking, is there where she announced you had, in fact, been wed at some point. How did Asgardian’s get divorced, could gods get divorced? Your thoughts spiralled. Loki, sensing your anxiety building, lay a calming hand on your thigh, squeezing gently.

“No, dear, you weren’t. Lugh took you and hid you and protected you from all that nonsense. But -” her cough was worse today, Loki noted with a frown. “You didn’t ascend either, you never joined Bres’ court as a named goddess.”

“But, I joined the Asgardians, I’m a member of this court aren’t I?”

“Of course!” Brunnhilde lept to agree, “we made you a warrior of the court, you are Loki’s betrothed now too, a Princess.”

Loki squeezed you tighter at the word Princess. He’d whispered it to you countless times, mostly while he was buried deep inside of you, and now it had an almost pavlovian response.

“A warrior, yes, a court member, of course.” She patted your hand again. “But she has no role as a Goddess, no responsibility as Loki and Thor do.”

“Could I ascend? Do we know how to make that happen?”

Madam Gina looked at you and then narrowed her eyes, “of course I can dear, what do you take me for!”

<< Chapter 25

Chapter 27>>

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parisiterileymoon · 3 days ago

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hi! I hope you don’t mind me asking but what about a Vox x reader where reader is Alastor’s daughter (or offspring if you want to make it gender neutral what ever you’re comfortable with) and Vox and reader are in a relationship and their trying to be a cute and romantic and Alastor keeps being that dad who always tries to ruin the romantic mood by inviting himself along to their dates, sitting at the same table as them and sitting between them so they can’t sit next to each other, and even preventing them from do that spaghetti thing from lady in the tramp movie by cutting the noodle before they could kiss

just thought It’d be funny hope you have a great rest of your day and take care out there and feel free to ignore my suggestion if you’re not up to it thanks 😊

Vox x reader, alastor x reader(familial)

This is super funny lol

You sit there, mildly seething next to your father. On the other side of him, is your boyfriend Vox. Vox leans back and brushes the back of your back with his finger. You smile and look back at him. He looks over to an empty room. Individually you both walk over to the empty room. “Finally we are alone. It feels like we can never get rid of that bastard.” “Hey, that bastard is my father.” “Unfortunately.” He kisses you, which is awkward since his face is a flat screen television. You make it work. His hands wander to your lower back and yours wander to his chest. Right as it starts to get interesting, your dastardly father appears -literally- out of thin air. Vox holds his arms up, startled and you land seemly on your ass. “Are you alright, my dear (_____)?” You look up at him agitated and stand up. “Yes, papa. I’m just swell.” You grumble as you march off, leaving the two men angrily staring at each other. “(____), wait! Come back!” Your lover shouted after you. “No! I’m not coming back because you and papa can’t work out your issues.” “Dear-“ your father started. “In my day, when you didn’t like someone you simply killed them!” “I guarantee you that is not how that worked, that was just you.” He steps toward you as his eyes turn to dials and his antlers grow. “Are you talking back to me, darling?” Vox then threw a tissue box at his head. It did not end well for your dear rectangular Romeo.

Sorry this is a short one but I think this is super funny lol.

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loveesiren · 7 hours ago

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Doing It All For Us (Pt. 12)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe and Y/n leave the Bahamas and have a chance to enjoy themselves.

Warnings: Language, fluff, smut

Word Count: 2.8k+

You wake up to Rafe peppering kisses to your swollen belly. "Goodmorning, angel," He whispers against your skin. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Mmmm, don't wanna get up." You whine. Rafe's bed was so comfy. The warm air that drifted in through the patio doors added to your comfort and you were suddenly sad this wasn't a real vacation to the Bahamas.

"I know baby, I'm sorry. I promise we'll come back here soon."

"Honeymoon?" You ask.

Rafe looks up at you, smile wide on his face. "Honeymoon." He confirms. "But first," He says as he climbs back up your body, letting his lips hover over yours. "I owe you a ring, my dear fiancee."

You smile, taking his face between your hands as your guide his lips to yours, savoring every second of the kiss with your fiance. You'd never get tired of saying that. Atleast until you got to call him your husband.

You lazily got ready, putting on some basic make up, some shorts, and one of Rafe's t-shirts. He carried your stuff to the truck and you made your way downstairs. You ate cereal while you watched Rafe, Ward, and the escorts load up the gold on to the truck.

You sat in between Ward and Rafe as you drove to the airport. Rafe had his arm lazily slung around your shoulder as he leaned his head against yours.

Suddenly, a bunch of kids were running out in front of the trucks causing you all to stop.

"What the hell is this?" Ward asked.

"Oh, God, it's just some kids," Rafe said. "Move! Get out of the way!" He began yelling out the window.

Something didn't feel right. This was a trap.

"It's a trap!" One of the escorts yelled. You turned around to see men approaching your vehicle.

"We gotta go!" You yell.

Ward pulls out around the other trucks and takes off through an alley. "Where are we going?! Find where we are!" He yells at Rafe.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Rafe responds, looking at his phone. "This road goes to the same place just keep going."

"What the fuck was that?!" You ask as you tried to steady your breathing. You didn't realize you were clinging to Rafe's shirt until he pulled you into him. He wrapped protective arms around you as he looked out the window for a sign of anyone following you.

"Stay on this road, it will take us directly to the airport." Rafe says.

"Oh, what the fuck..." You mutter as you see the barrels and workers blocking the road ahead.

"Are you kidding me?" Ward says. "Get the gun, Rafe."

Rafe reaches for the glove box, pulling the gun out and tucking it in the back of his waist band. You swallow. You still hated guns but you'd been around them much more recently. Rafe gives you an apologetic look and you just nod, letting him know you trust him.

The people that approach the truck pull a gun on Ward and a knife on Rafe. Noticing you're pregnant, the man pulls you out of the car too, pushing you forward with Ward so he can keep the gun on both of you.

"Please don't hurt her!" Rafe begs, keeping his eyes on you.

"Shut up!" The woman spits at Rafe. "Move these to the side of the road."

Ward and Rafe begin moving the barrels and are forced on the ground. "You too, Princess!" He yells at you.

"I-I can't lay on my stomach," You say, keeping your hands up.

"On your knees then!"

You glance over at Rafe. You could see him trying to swallow his anger. You pleaded with your eyes for him not to try anything stupid.

"Go, go!" You hear the man yell.

You turn around and your jaw drops as you see Sarah and John B running to the truck.

"Sarah?" Ward yells. "Sarah, baby, you're alive!" He was standing up now. "You're alive, baby, I can't believe it! I love you!"

You see John B raise his gun as Ward moves closer to him and Sarah. Before he could pull the trigger, Rafe fires his gun. You watch as the bullet hits Sarah in the stomach.

The man hits Ward in the head with his gun, causing him to fall to the ground before he turns the gun on you. The woman had a gun pointed at Rafe now and you couldn't help the tears of fear that fell from your eyes.

John B and Sarah drove off with the gold and the two people holding you captive got in their own truck and drove off as your escorts made their way down the road.

Rafe ran to you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. "Are you okay?" He whispered against your hair. You nod in response, trying to muffle your sobs against his chest. "It's okay, baby girl, I got you."

"Fuck, I'm sorry Y/N-" Ward began. He was quickly cut off by Rafe shaking his head. Now wasn't the time.

You were taken back to the police station while they tried to locate the gold. You clung tightly to Rafe as Ward gushed about seeing Sarah. "It was her, right? It was her?"

"It was her, yeah..." Rafe responded.

"She's alive," Ward smiles. "I don't know what the hell you were doing though, shooting a gun right at her. You're just lucky you didn't hit her."

"I did. I did hit her."

"You shot Sarah?!"

"I was trying to shoot John B, okay? It was an accident. She stepped in the way. I did not mean to shoot her."

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry." Ward says.

"But I don't care that I did."

You look up at Rafe as the words leave his lips. "Rafe, that is your sister!" Ward scolds him.

"Sister? The one who stole from us? The one who had her boyfriend pointing a gun at us, dad!" Rafe shot back.

An officer came in and handed Ward his phone, showing him a picture of Sarah and John B. You tune them out as you keep your gaze on Rafe. He turns to look at you and you can see a darkness in his eyes. Something was wrong and it made you nervous.

Ward had gotten two hotel rooms while the police looked for the gold. You sat on the bed and flipped on the tv while Rafe paced around the room.

"Rafe, what's going on?" You ask. You could tell shit was starting to get to him.

"I'm not okay..." He finally said. Sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his fingers through his hair. "I don't know how much more of this shit I can take...I feel like I'm losing my mind."

"Rafey..." You say softly, crawling over to him and climbing in his lap. He accepts you needily, pulling you close as he sniffles into your shoulder. He keeps one arm wrapped around you and brings his other palm to your swelling belly. You can feel his shoulders relax as he he breathes in your scent and feels his child growing inside of you.

"I want to be okay...for you and Wolf..."

"You will be, my love. Once we get the gold back...We'll get a place of our own..." You speak softly, raking your fingers through his shaggy hair as he leans into you. "We can paint Wolfie's room together...what color do you think he'll like?" You ask, trying to soothe your fiance.

"Purple..." He mumbles into your neck. "With dinosaurs."

You chuckle. "Of course he'll have dinosaurs."

You bit back tears as you held your sweet boy in your arms. You knew he was struggling and you wished so badly you could take that pain from him. You just wanted to marry Rafe, have your son, and live a normal life. But now you were tangled in this huge mess. Rafe was falling apart, you were almost six months pregnant. Ward was no help to his son. Sarah and her Pogue boyfriend were just toxic. You needed to step up and save your family.

You laid down with Rafe, running your long nails through his hair as you listened to the hotel TV play in the background. The sun began to set and Rafe drifted off to sleep.

You carefully took his arms off of you and crawled out of bed. You tried your best to be quiet as you made your way out of the room and headed towards Ward's room. You were surprised to find Ward already on his way to your room.

"Where's Rafe?" He questioned.

"He's asleep. He's not doing well..."

"What do you mean?"

"This shit is getting to him. What he's done...to Peterkin...to Sarah...All this...chaos." You say, gesturing at nothing. "He's not okay, Ward. And I really need him to be okay. Wolf needs him to be okay."

Ward sighed and looked down, offering a small nod. "You're right," He says, placing his hands on his hips. "You're right. Listen...I just got the call. We got the gold back. When we get home and I sort out all the little details, I'm going to set you and Rafe up with a fourth of it-"

"A third." You demanded.

"Y/n, I-"

"You wouldn't have it if it wasn't for Rafe. All the trauma falls on him. He's going to need therapy. We're going to need a house for our baby."

"But your dad-"

"I'll talk to my dad. What's important is that Rafe is okay and ready to be a father to his son. Your grandson."

Ward thinks for a second before nodding. You were calling the shots. You always did.

"By the way..." You added. "Rafe proposed."

Ward's eyes went wide as he turned to look at you. "You guys are-"

"Inlove. Pregnant. Killers. The least we can do is tie the knot and be a real family. I love your son. He's perfect. You've always been too focused on Sarah to realize that Rafe always has your back. But now he's going to be my husband and Wolf's father you'll have to fend for yourself. We need him now. We're his family. Wolfie comes first."

You could see Ward's eyes begin to water as he registered your words. You were right. You were completely right. Rafe always had his father's back. But now Rafe was going to be a father himself and he was going to put you and Wolf over everything. Including his own dad.

Ward nodded, biting back tears. "I'm going to make sure everything is set for our flight tomorrow. I'll see you two in the morning, okay?"

You nod your head as Ward walks past you. You move to go back to your room.

"And Y/n," Ward turns back to look at you.

You look over to meet his gaze.

"Wolf always comes first." He offers a small smile. "Rafe is going to be a great father."

You smile, placing a hand on your swollen belly. "Yeah, he really is." You agree before pushing the door open and heading back into your room to join Rafe in bed.

The flight home was a blessing. No nausea, no vomiting. You rested peacefully in Rafe's lap. When you arrived back in the OBX you and Rafe opted to go to your house. You wanted to be holed up in your room with your fiance for a few days.

"I'm gonna shower. Join me?" You asked, cheeky smile plastered on your face as you stripped out of your clothes.

Rafe bit his lip as he admired your naked body, perfectly tan and swelling with his child. "Go start it, I'll be in in just a minute, yeah?"

You giggle and run off to the bathroom.

Rafe leans over and grabs his phone, opening up the group text that lacked your number.

I proposed to Y/n

He pressed send and chewed on his thumb as he waited for a reply from your friends. He listened as the shower turned on and you stepped inside, overly excited to join you.

Courtney: WHAT?!

Kelce: When????

Topper: Holy shit

Rafe read the messages and began typing.

A lot to explain. A lot I need help with. Didn't even give her a ring yet. Court, help me pick one out?

C: Duh!! Meet me on the mainland tomorrow at 3. Top, Kelce, distract Y/n?

T & K: On it.

Rafe smiled, excited that your friends were so ready to help. He tossed his phone to the side before hopping up and running to the bathroom to join you.

"Aphrodite..." He cooed as he stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around you, cupping your belly and leaning his face into your neck. "So perfect..."

You smiled, reaching back to lace your fingers through his hair. You felt so close to him as you placed your other hand over his on your belly. You needed him closer though.

"How are you feeling, my love?" You ask him. He hums happily into your hair as he rocks you back and forth. You smile, finding peace in knowing that, for right now, he's okay.

"Wanna make love to you..." He mumbles.

You bite your lip at his words, knowing you're about to get the gentle side of Rafe. As much as you loved him fucking you into oblivion, you also loved how slow and gentle he was when he really wanted to show you how much you meant to him.

He helped to clean you, getting all the spots you couldn't reach with your growing belly. You took your time washing him too, just enjoying the feeling of his naked body against yours.

When you finished your shower, Rafe stepped out and grabbed you your towel, wrapping you up in it and helping you dry off.

He picked you up bridal style and carried you back to your bed. He laid you down gently and hovered over you. He was hard, precum already dripping from his tip as he scanned your clean body. "So fucking beautiful..." He mumbled, placing soft kisses across your chest. "Never seen such a beautiful creature in my life..."

You hummed at his words, silently begging for him to touch you.

"How can I make you feel good, mama?" He asked, the vibration of his voice against your skin was intoxicating.

"Touch me, Rafe..."

Rafe smiled, bringing a soft thumb to your clit and circling slowly. You felt his index finger run up your entrance, collecting the juices that flowed so effortlessly out of your body.

He leaned his forehead against yours as he continued to thumb your clit. "So wet, my pretty girl..."

You could feel the twist in your stomach begin to form as he brushed over your throbbing clit.

"Ra-"

Rafe pulled his hand away, watching you almost come undone underneath him.

You whimpered at the sudden loss of connection. "Rafe, please..."

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'm going to make you cum. Just want you to cum on my dick, yeah?"

You nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut. "Need you, Rafe...please...please..." You beg.

"Awh, baby..." He whispers, running a thumb over the soft skin of your cheek bone. "You need me to make you feel good, huh?"

You knew this was feeding his ego but you didn't care. It was true. Your core was aching. You needed him inside you. "Hurts Rafey...please...need you...daddy..."

He groans at that. He was weak when you called him that.

"Anything you want, my angel..." He whispers, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him and slowly pushing his cock inside you.

Your jaw falls open at the sensation of him stretching you out. You would never get used to his size.

"Feel okay, baby?" He asks.

"Mhmm," You moan.

Rafe begins to move slowly, pulling out of you and pushing back in. He moved so slow that you could feel everything, every inch of his skin filling you and your walls were already fluttering around him.

"You are ecstasy..." He whispers, thrusting into you slowly again. "Never felt so amazing...so in love...handcrafted by God herself...I'm so lucky....so in love....so...so...in love...."

You could feel tears escaping from your eyes at his words. He made love to you with so much emotion, so much love. He made you feel like you were the only two that existed, floating through time and space as one.

You didn't realize you were crying now, letting out a whimper into his shoulder.

He wrapped a hand around your thigh and brought your leg up, thrusting a little harder to hit you just right. "That's it baby...cum for me, my beautiful girl..."

You cried loudly as you released around his cock, the sensation was almost overwhelming. Rafe stayed buried inside you as you squirted on his stomach. His absolute favorite thing. Sending him into his own orgasm, you could feel his warmth filling you up and the sensation calmed you.

You finally met Rafe's eyes and you noticed the slight tears forming there.

"Why are you crying baby?" He asked you, forehead pressed to yours as he smiled at you.

"I-I just love-love you so fucking m-much..." You whimpered. The feelings you had for this man were so overwhelming you couldn't help but cry.

He reached a hand up and cupped your face as a tear fell from his eye too. "My pretty girl..." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your nose. "The moon, the stars, the planets, the heavens...you outshine all of them. You are the most divine creation. I'm not worthy to even be in your presence."

"Rafe-"

"Shhh...Aphrodite. Sleep my love."

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sadistic-kiss · 22 hours ago

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Use Me (Kinktober Fic)

Succubus Reader x Various JJK Men

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Eight.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

Nanami's gaze hardened, "Oh, it's you."

"No, it's me."

"N-no I mean it's you! Not Yu-"

"Pfft hahah!" You began to laugh making the blonde madly blush.

"Stop laughing!" He huffed in embarrassment.

"Oh relax Nanami~" You moved much too quickly for him to catch you. Before he even blinked you were standing behind him shutting the door. "I don't bite."

Nanami jolted around in surprise, to him you disappeared and reappeared behind him closing him in. He took a swift step away from you. “Who has been feeding you?” He questioned nervously but you ignored it.

"Unless you want me to~" You walk forward as he backs up.

"Stay back." He hissed as he bumped into the desk.

"Oh...I forgot. Biting was more Sukuna's thing... what does my nana bear like..." You grinned as you manipulated the environment. Haibara's room changed into a classroom. You were no longer wearing your original outfit but now you wore a cutesy school uniform with a white blouse and short plaid skirt. Glasses upon your face and a handful of notebooks to add to the aesthetic. "This... this is what you like."

"Ngh-" Nanami released a shaky breath as you crowd him against the desk.

"S-senpai, can you help me with this problem please?" You questioned innocently, squishing your breasts with your books. A hint of cleavage peaking out just enough to drag his gaze.

However, the blonde was stubborn. He quickly looked away, “That’s enough you’ve had plenty to eat.”

Your lips form a pout, but then you notice the bulge in the male’s costume. A little grin touched your lips but you quickly put on your cute girl act. “Senpai…what’s this?” You poke at him with a light touch.

He gulped harshly, hips lifting on their own accord. “N-Nothing-“

“Is this a pencil?” You cupped him as he let out a groan. “Or a biiig eraser?”

“St-mmm” He was about to say stop but as you rubbed him up and down not even he could utter such a word because he didn’t want you to stop.

“What’s wrong senpai?” You grip him tight, the teasing making him heat up from face to feet.

Nanami clenched his teeth, snatching your hand away as he held it in the air. “You are a dirty pet.” He glared at you in anger but then he turned you around and slammed you against the desk, your things flying everywhere as they scattered on the ground.

“Oh! Senpai!” You gasp feeling him press his hard cock to your panties. Your hips moved trying to get more friction but then he pulled back.

“Listen here. I feed you and you will leave Haibara alone.”

“You have to cum in me. You could feed me with a kiss and just leave me unsatisfied.”

Nanami snatched your cotton barrier aside.

“Then you will leave him alone.”

“For the rest of the night.”

Nanami let out a low growl but then nodded, “Deal.”

“De-ah~!” You let out a cry as the blonde thrust inside your ass with one powerful thrust. You don’t even think he realized what hole he went into. You think he was just fucking you just to fuck you. Like it was a chore.

Nanami used to be gentle and kind- he used to take his time with you but not anymore. He fucked you like he hated you. Grip around your hips bruising, ass slapping against him at a harsh pace. You didn’t know such a gentleman could be so ruthless. You could barely keep your glasses on.

You didn’t mind, it all felt amazing to you.

You let out a drawled outcry, “Senpai~ Th-that hurts~! Please slow down~” You cried playing the part of an innocent schoolgirl. “B-be gentle! I’m sorry~”

Nanami knew you weren't in pain, you were just toying with him. He hated how you were able to get under his skin. He just wanted to get this over with so you could leave Haibara alone. He grabbed your hair and pulled you back at an arch, drilling himself into you with a brutal pace.

You whined but your eyes rolled.

“Hey!”

You and Nanami paused as Haibara popped up from under the desk.

“Y-Yu?” Nanami questioned in surprise as the boy looked at him annoyed.

“Be more gentle!” Yu hissed at him and then looked at you with soft eyes. “You okay?” He questioned cupping your cheek and wiping some of your fake tears away.

Nanami growled, “She’s not in pain! The others have done more diabolical things to this here pet and she still drools so lewdly.”

“Y-yu~” a sniffle racked your body as you nuzzled into his hand.

“It’s okay baby I got you.” Haibara leaned down to kiss you, the two of you sharing a more than passionate moment while Nanami was left flabbergasted.

“Yu…Nanami made me make a deal so I would have to leave you alone if he cums in me…”

“What!?” Yu looked surprised. “Nanami what the hell-“

Nanami returned to his earlier attempts to cum so you would keep your end of the bargain. “Yu Don’t let her manipulate you!”

“Kento! I don’t need you to protect me!” He angled your leg up as he pulled his costume down. “Scoot over!”

The blonde blocked your pussy with his hand before his cock could enter you, but then he felt your tail wrap around his wrist and pull it back.

“Dammit-“ Nanami hissed for two reasons. First, because he couldn’t stop Yu, and second because you became incredibly tight as his friend began to push into your cunt.

“Oh-“ “Ah~” All three of you moaned as Yu bullied his way inside you.

“Damn- You- I can’t get over how amazing you feel…” Yu sighed while kissing you deeply.

Nanami wasn’t going to let you drain him, all he had to do was cum. The blonde moved in and out of you, the tightness of your ass making it easier to reach his high.

Haibara noticed what he was doing, “Aye! Stop Nana-“ He was about to commend the blonde but then you put a finger to his lips.

“Don’t worry about him, focus on me…” You whispered sweetly, clouding his vision of Nanami so all he saw was you. Haiabra liked it when he had you to himself. So you gave that to him. Made him see just you and him in his room as he slowly rocked into you and kissed you sweetly.

Nanami however saw both of you, and he hated it. Hated how Haibara looked at you like a love-sick puppy. He was too deep in your clutches. He had to save him. The blonde felt the snap within him as he orgasmed- but for some reason, he didn’t cum. It felt like something wrapped around his dick and choked it closed. His peaked right there but he couldn’t burst. He let out a loud shout as he trembled in painful pleasure.

You looked over your shoulder with a wicked grin, Yu kissing your neck.

‘What’s wrong Nanami?’ Your voice echoed in his mind.

“Ngh- you…. you dirty pet…ah- …” He was frozen in his orgasm denial unable to do anything but moan and groan. He didn’t even want to move, his cock so sensitive and ready to burst but he couldn’t. Every movement from Yu had you tightening around him making his situation worse. “St-stop Yu-“ He gasped reaching for the other sorcerer but chains wrapped around him keeping him in place.

He was stuck, watching as Haibara made love to you. Your tongues tangling and your bodies rolling against each other.

Nanami let out a little whimper, feeling his mind turn to mush. “Pl-please…please let me…pet…” He cried, resting his sweaty forehead upon you.

You decided to show him a little mercy. Running your fingers into Yu’s hair you panted and moaned with him, “Cum inside me Yu~ Please~”

“Cum with me…cum with me…” He panted rocking into you quicker.

You both gasped, coming undone with one another. Yet you still didn’t allow Nanami to cum just yet. You knew when you did you wouldn’t be able to touch Yu anymore and that seriously hurt. However, you knew after this he wouldn’t be able to touch you anyway.

Yu almost fell over but he caught himself against his desk. His eyes were barely open as he went back in to kiss you some more, but you had to push him away, seeing as he could hardly stand.

“One…one more kiss…please…”

You smiled sadly as you shook your head, “I-I can’t I'm so sorry Yu…”

The boy looked pained as he sagged to the floor, “I understand…it’s okay…give me a moment…”

You heard a low groan behind you, you had almost forgotten about your blonde. You release his cock as he finally lets out a long groan of pleasure, cumming inside you. He came so much his eyes rolled and then he too was slipping out of you, falling backward onto the floor.

You knew he would be fine but you got down to look at Haibara. He was looking a bit pale.

“Yu…?” You questioned. “Yu are you okay?”

“Mm…” He mumbled softly, eyes closing. “Love…you…”

Your eyes widen. He just said he loved you…”I-I love you too Yu.”

He fought to open his eyes, a smile on his lips as he reached for you but you quickly moved back. He seemed to pout, “I…I can’t even touch you…”

“No…” You hated seeing how sad that made him.

“J-just give me a moment….” He whispered.

You knew that was a very bad idea. So instead you command him. ‘Go to sleep.’

His body drooped as he slid to the floor, instantly falling asleep. You reached for him wanting to put him on the bed but then you stopped. Getting up you made your way out of the room, leaning over Nanami who was on the floor. “Hey put him in bed when you get up okay?”

The blonde said nothing, he too was zoned out but not as bad as Yu.

“Cool.” You pop your lips knowing he was mad at you for tricking him but he will be alright. You began to walk out when Nanami decided to speak.

“You’re going to kill him…”

You frowned deeply, “No I won’t…”

“I don’t think you will do it on purpose… but if you actually love him you would leave him alone.”

“I do love him.”

Nanami snorted, “Do you even have that emotion… succubus?”

You felt something painful in your chest. It hurt. You didn’t like what Nanami was saying. You may not know what love is but you feel that Yu would be the closest thing to it that you’d ever have.

“You love him like a human would love a pet pig...”

“Shut up!” You growl stomping out of the room in anger. Whipping your hand back you shut the door loudly with a gust of wind. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to you like that? You were so angry by his words, but most importantly you were angry with that aching hurt in your heart. It didn’t feel very good. You wouldn’t kill Yu, you were very careful! The sudden idea of Haibara dying at your hands made you hurt. This type of pain was nothing that you had felt before. It almost felt akin to when you were denied food, but possibly a lot lot worse. Like you were starving. But you ate quite a bit so why were you hurting?

“I-I can’t believe I lost again!”

“That’s because you are trash.”

“WHO YOU CALLIN TRASH!?”

Choso chuckled as he beat his friend in another round of Street Fighter.

“Let’s go again!”

“Yo pass the controller it’s my turn!”

“No, it’s my turn!”

“Give me another go! Best two out of three!”

The champion sat back with his foot on the coffee table, lighting up his bowl as his friends fought over who would be defeated next.

*Ding*

The sound of your bell caught his attention as he looked up to find you crawling into the game room. The hazy blue light made your expression look strange. For a second you looked sad. Your head was down so he could barely see it as you crawled inside.

“Oh…” Everyone else got quiet watching you get to Choso and then lean your head on his knee.

“Is that the pet we’ve been hearing so much about?”

Choso waved them off, “You should be worried about whose ass I’m gonna kick next.”

That reignited the fire as they all began to yell at each other again.

Choso looked down and scratched your head a bit but you didn’t look up at him. Was this your tactic to make him feel bad about feeding you?

“Hey?” He tapped your cheek as you rolled your head to look up at him, your eyes looked a bit distant.

“You okay?” He questioned.

You gave him a little nod before rolling back.

That was weird.

What’s wrong with his little pet?

Has no one fed you?

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Nine.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

(Coming Soon)

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Yandere the Silmarillion Elves

Request: Hello! May I request yandere headcanons for Maeglin and Maglor (separately), perhaps with a human reader? Also, I really love your blog you write incredible stories :))

Pairings: Maeglin x human reader & Maglor x human reader

Genre: Dark themes. Maeglin's is gorey >"<

AN: Thank you for requesting this! I enjoy writing dark themes and this definitely was my cup of tea. I hope you like it.

Next up- Finrod x Valyrian! Reader Fall trope event list

Maeglin- (yandere reader)

A mangled mess of limbs was how you found him, withering beneath the ruins of the fallen city.

Somehow, against all odds, he lived. An amalgamation of mass bound to a body. Condemned to survive in a body tortured by death’s refusal to grant him peace.

He had endured this state for nearly a year, trapped between life and death, as if the world itself were determined to deny him release.

And then, there was you. As a wandering bandit, the sight of Gondolin’s ruins had seemed a fortune, a treasure mine promising riches to last a lifetime.

Yet amid the remnants of shattered stone and splintered wooden furniture, there he lay—the last survivor of the city’s fall. The one who instigated it all.

The incestuous bastard who, miraculously, had survived it. Every elven bards’ latest villain, the one sung of in recent ballads with curses on their lips.

You lifted the broken elf, cradling his twisted form—if his position could even be called that. His eyes, devoid of lids, remained fixed on you, unblinking, raw from months of crying out for help that never came. Gods, even now, he was beautiful.

Thus began your labor. Five days passed as you set bones that had grown crooked with time, wrapped him in scraps of cloth salvaged from the ruins, and nursed him with poppy milk poured into his helpless lips. With his face streaked by dried tears, he grew drowsy, finally slipping into fevered dreams.

As he lay shivering in your arms, lost in visions of a life that had abandoned him, you brushed your hand over his unmarred skin, tracing the contours of his trembling eyelids.

You murmured softly, your voice a mix of promise and threat “I would never let anyone hurt you. They’d have to get through me first... and believe me, they wouldn’t make it.” As if your reassurance could pull him back from his dreams of the past life without you.

Here, in the grave of his past, he was yours. No one would come for the one even death had forsaken. He was yours alone, bound by fate’s cruelty and your own claim upon him.

Cupping his damp cheek, you grinned, a glint of madness in your eyes. “My darling incestuous bastard,” you whispered, a low cackle slipping from your lips.

Maglor- (yandere character)

Maglor would follow you into death. Not even Eru Himself could hope to take you from him. No one would ever take what was his, not again.

The wedding was swift. In fact, the secondborn Fëanorian had insisted upon it within weeks of meeting you, brushing aside your hesitations with fervent kisses.

Your concerns about the doom of mortality were hushed in whispers and promises; if death was a gift granted to Men, then Maglor would seize it back from its giver. His breaths would ebb and flow with yours. Nothing could alter that.

It was all he could do now. Time had sharpened his resolve, even blunted the burns of the Silmaril, leaving behind only faint scars.

He had glamoured away his past, letting his skin heal so he could become the perfect lover for you, forsaking his true name for a new one.

Peldis, he called himself. A mountain elf from distant valleys. By sheer luck, you hadn’t noticed the faint scent of brine lingering about him, nor the care he took in combing his tangled hair until it shone.

You hadn’t glimpsed the quiet ferocity with which he shed his former self to stand before you, a stranger made whole in the reflection of your wants.

It had been one fateful night, when the ache of the Silmaril consumed him, that he’d first seen you.

Or rather, he’d caught sight of you wading in moonlit waters, bare as the light itself, utterly unguarded. He hadn’t looked away. The years had been long, and the Fëanorian had been starved.

The vision of silvery moonlight tracing your body had entranced him, struck him with a longing sharper than any oath.

You were it, he thought. The Silmaril reborn. Perhaps even better than any of his father’s works. You were more than a cursed jewel.

Like a viper shedding its skin, Maglor transformed himself into Peldis. A convenient presence in your village, a simple trader of carved wooden combs.

It had not taken him long to notice the way your own hair flowed down your back like silk, and he knew, watching you, that you would come to him.

From offering a delicate comb for your hair to placing the ring upon your finger, Maglor had orchestrated each moment, each touch.

The songs of your fairytale romance made it easy to draw you into his arms, into the warmth of your bed, far from prying eyes and whispers.

And there, as he held you close, his touch guiding you deeper into his embrace, he tugged your soul into a quiet submission, bending your will and your mind to his desire.

Maglor knew what was best for you. And in this life, that place was here, wrapped in his arms, your heart tethered to his.

Even in the harmony of the Timeless Halls, yours would be the song he would compose. His muse. His beloved. You were his, now and forever.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #tolkien elves #maglor x reader #maeglin x reader #yandere maglor #yandere reader #fall event #🍂🍂🍂#don't judge me pls

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phyx-m · 3 days ago

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Beneath The Silk | True form Sukuna x Reader

🔗 Masterlist

Chapter 22: Small Blade

Content warning: Fighting, broken bones, mention of vomiting, Sukuna's foot (you heard me)

🔗 Songs for this chapter:

Oh Well - Snake River Conspiracy A Smaller God - Darling Violetta

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Chapter 21 | Chapter 23

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You blink away sleep as you stare at the subtle hint of amber treetops surrounding the shrine, watching the sun gradually climb into the sky. The morning is calm, beautiful, with a fine mist clinging to the ground and occasional leaves drifting into your path.

Although the view is pleasant, you had hoped to rest a little longer after returning from a gruelling six-day journey to the north and back. Instead, Ren roused you at some ungodly hour, urging you to dress comfortably and meet Uraume at the back of the shrine.

Confused and exhausted, you complied. When you stepped outside and found them waiting near the treeline—standing on a patch of thinning grass, holding two miniature wooden bokkens in hand—your curiosity grew.

According to the King of Curses, who is gone again—though you suspect, he’s off dealing with mounting troubles within his domain—he has thrust the responsibility of training you with a weapon upon the white-haired monk.

Why the hell would he want to do that? You’ve never considered yourself a fighter, nor have you trained or wielded a weapon. You’ve only observed. The men of the Kasai clan excel with their weaponry, training, killing, and battling—it’s their passion above all else.

If anything, you almost wish Sukuna knew about your gift and could help nurture that instead, but that isn’t a possibility. The element of surprise remains your greatest advantage over him.

So, at first, you consider refusing but quickly change your mind. If there’s a chance to learn and expand your arsenal, you’ll take it.

However, you regret that decision the moment Uraume sends you crashing onto your back for the fifteenth time—or perhaps even more; you’ve lost count.

Staring up at the soft afternoon blue above, you watch them circle you slowly, their kimono billowing in the slightest breeze.

"Your footwork is all wrong,” they point out, pink eyes narrowing as they look down at you. "Strength alone won’t help. You need to move with intention, not just react. Watch my steps and mimic them—otherwise, you’re merely swinging blindly."

No shit.

Pushing yourself up, you resist the urge to glare at them, brushing dirt off your leather gloves. At least they’ve improved your grip on the bokken, but you feel nervous knowing you'll eventually be handling a real weapon.

“I’ve never done this before,” you say, rising to your feet, legs weary from hours of being tossed to the ground. Despite Uraume’s fair appearance, they are surprisingly adept at laying you out on your ass.

"That doesn’t matter,” they reply, tilting their head slightly, unfazed by your frustration. "You need to learn how to defend yourself. That's what Master Sukuna desires."

What Sukuna desires…

Of course, that man seems to get whatever he desires. One simple glance from the four burning flames that are his eyes can make anyone crumble.

However, your mind drifts back to a month ago when you had accused him of never knowing the denial of something he truly wanted, and the way his expression darkened and his energy threatened to suffocate you made it clear he didn’t take too kindly to that. Still, you can’t help but wonder if he ever truly understands the weight of desire and denial. All he seems to know is taking and consuming.

“What’s his intention, exactly?” you ask, brushing off the dirt that smudges your crumpled hakama. “Why does he suddenly want me to learn to wield a weapon?”

The white-haired monk circles you.

“Sukuna values what’s useful, and trouble seems to follow you.”

They pause.

You pause, considering.

If anything, trouble finds you because of your association with him, because you’re his wife. But you keep that thought to yourself.

"It’s what he wants," they repeat, as if expecting you to argue—though you don’t.

"All right," you murmur.

Uraume dips their head, shifting their dominant foot back and bending their knees.

"Now, my Lady." They raise one hand in preparation, the other holding the bokken. "Let’s try this again."

You swallow, nod, try again, and fail.

Try again.

Another failure.

And.

Again.

And, the next day, when the sun hasn’t yet crested the horizon, you’re already swinging the bokken like your miserable life depends on it. Uraume side steps on light feet, barely glancing your way as you lunge. You overextend—again—and find yourself face-first in the wet grass.

Great.

Day three, you’re starting to think Uraume enjoys watching you struggle. This time, when they parry your strike, it’s with minimal effort, turning your own momentum against you. At some point, the bokken slips from your grasp, and you tumble forward, catching yourself just before hitting the dirt.

Uraume’s mouth sinks into a frown.

“Don’t drop your weapon. It’s your lifeline. Without it, you have nothing—you’re dead.”

That’s not technically true, but you huff in response, rising to your feet to try again.

And again.

On day five, you manage to last a bit longer. The sparring is brutal; your muscles throb, and bruises mar every part of you. Uraume doesn’t even break a sweat, but for the first time, you notice they aren’t throwing you down immediately. Instead, they’re letting you hang on, testing your endurance and footwork. Nevertheless, by the end, you find yourself on your knees, panting.

“You’ll never survive if you waste your energy. Conserve your strength.”

Too winded to respond, you say nothing.

That evening, you prepare a bath and linger in it for hours, praying to whatever gods might exist to bring an end to this so-called ”training.”

However, by day seven, something falls into place—somewhat. Even when Uraume sweeps in to knock you off balance, you anticipate the move, sidestepping just in time. Their expression shifts slightly; an eyebrow attempts to rise as if they are nearly impressed. However, the satisfaction is brief because seconds later, they counter, sending you sprawling again.

And.

Again.

When a week passes, and it crawls into the second, you stop questioning why Sukuna requested this and begin to focus solely on surviving Uraume. The day you manage to stand toe-to-toe with them for more than a few seconds will feel like a goddamn miracle.

Eventually, the day before you’re set to leave for the Kasai compound, the routine is etched into your body: wake up before dawn, meet the white-haired monk, and brace yourself for another round of punishment disguised as training.

But that morning, as you step out of the shrine and plod toward the practice area, something feels different. A heaviness cloaks the air, like dark storm clouds burdened with rain. Perhaps it’s because today marks the first day of autumn, the surrounding forest is already decaying, and the skies are growing colder. Or maybe it’s the knowledge that in three days, you’ll be in Kasai territory, at your home, with Sukuna.

There are so many uncertainties that come with that.

As you finally reach the back of the shrine, your feet slow. You expect to see Uraume waiting for you, arms tucked inside their sleeves, pink eyes watchful.

But it’s not them waiting.

You still.

The King of Curses is there.

Leaning against one of the shrine's worn pillars, his massive frame occupies more space than it should. His four arms are folded casually across his chest, dark haori hanging open, revealing his kimono. When his strange eyes land on you, dragging slowly across your body, you can already feel your heart hammering into your ribcage.

"Wife." He stretches the title out in that mocking tone he seems to enjoy, shattering any self-respect you earned in his absence.

Pushing yourself to walk forward, you tip your head back in acknowledgment.

"Husband." Composed, but your body tingles with every sense of his awareness.

He arches his slitted eyebrow.

"You seem surprised to see me," he rumbles, squinting his four eyes. "Did you think I’d leave all your training to Uraume?"

You say nothing, lifting a shoulder lightly.

His attention drops to the bokken you grip tightly in your leather glove. His teeth peek out from between a smirk, turning vicious as he stares at it.

The last time you saw him, you struck him across the face for insulting your sister, and you can’t shake the feeling that this look has something to do with that. The brute also narrowly confessed to hiding your letters, but you’re not ready to confront him further without slipping into rage.

Not yet, at least.

So, you simply step closer.

The moment you do, his lower hands retrieve a compact scabbard from inside his obi and toss it into the space between you. It lands with a dull thud on the worn patch of grass, which has become little more than dirt from countless footsteps.

You look at it, then to him.

"Well?” His upper lip twitches. There’s a hungry anticipation there. “Are you ready, or are you just going to stand there trembling with that—” Two massive pointed fingers wiggle at you. “—tiny piece of wood?"

Fight… him?

There’s no way you can survive. Sparring with Uraume had been one thing—brutal, but manageable—but this? This is something else. Your grip tightens around the wooden weapon.

"Where’s Uraume?" Your voice cracks slightly, and you instantly hate how it sounds.

Sukuna pushes off the pillar, taking a step toward you.

You wet your lips.

"They’ve finished their part." His voice lowers. "Now, it's mine."

Shit.

Everyone has heard the tales and nightmares of the devastation the King of Curses leaves behind, not just in the north but far beyond. Yet none of those stories, however wild, can compare to the reality of being scrutinized by him now. You’ve witnessed his abilities while at the shrine and never imagined that engaging in combat with him would become a part of your reality.

You glance around for some sign of Uraume, but it’s clear—they aren’t coming. It’s just you and him.

Keeping your eyes on the monster, you bend down, place the bokken on the ground and pick up the scabbard.

"Consider it yours." He nudges his chin toward your hands. Your vision jumps down to it.

It’s light. As you unsheathe the blade, you discover a tantō. Carefully, you draw it out.

While the weapon is plain, it’s well crafted, with a smooth metal surface that feels balanced in your hand. The grip is simple, solid, and designed for functionality rather than flair. There are no intricate designs, nothing gaudy—only a few small engravings on the hilt, mirroring the lines of his tattoos. You drag your thumb across them, tracing each mark.

Lovely.

Your mouth opens to say "thank you," but the words don’t come. He does not deserve them, not really.

"Well?" Sukuna smirks, rubbing his upper right hand across his jaw. "Are you ready?"

You swallow.

No.

"I..."

Do this for Yuna.

"... I’m ready."

I’m not ready.

"We’ll see about that," he says arrogantly, not looking away, sending panic into your mind, urging you to heed instinct and run.

But you don’t.

Slowly and with ease, he raises his upper hands and removes his haori, letting it fall to the ground. You watch as he pulls down the front panels of his kimono, allowing them to hang loosely at his obi and revealing his tattooed chest. The muscles along his torso flex slightly, the maw on his abdomen reduced to a mere slit against skin. His four corded arms extend outward, stretching before coming to rest at his sides.

Almost immediately, embarrassment heats into your face. You haven’t seen him like this in what—weeks? A little less than a month? And, you keep forgetting that in all your years, you’ve never encountered a more perfect body. You hate that about him. Worse still, he feels he doesn’t need a weapon against you; he is the weapon.

Pushing the empty scabbard into your obi, you raise your new blade, ignoring how your hand trembles at the hilt.

The King of Curses’ mouth pulls back into an aggressive sneer, teeth and canines flashing, feral and wild.

Oh.

You are so fucked.

Before you have time to blink, let alone breathe, he moves. And god, he’s impossibly fast—faster than Uraume, faster than anything you’ve seen.

You bite down on his name, suppressing a scream that gurgles up in a burst of panic as the flat of one of his hands—you're not sure which—slams into your breastbone. The blow rattles your insides. Unable to block it, you stagger back, lose your footing, and hit the ground hard.

The overcast sky blurs above you. You blink rapidly at it. Pain tightens your diaphragm from the impact, making it impossible to draw breath.

Oh god, oh god, oh god—

After three heartbeats, you drag in a ragged inhale and tilt your head to him.

Sukuna’s face darkens as he steps back as if needing to restrain himself from going further.

He paces, slows, then paces again. The muscles in his back ripple as his two sets of shoulders oscillate, bunching and releasing before bunching once more.

You fucking hate it when they do that.

“I’m holding back,” he states, circling you like a caged animal. “But, if you were like me—” He suddenly stops, and his mouth drops into a rigid line, his whole face becoming a mask of… nothingness. “—I wouldn’t.”

There’s a beat of silence.

You push yourself up and stare at him, breath stuttering.

If I were like you.

You are like him.

Fuck you are like him.

Beneath your gloves, everything stings to be unleashed. Yet, you have no desire to experience firsthand what it would be like to face him unrestrained. He would annihilate you—it's as simple as that.

Unsteady and dizzy, you get to your feet.

What would he do if he knew?—

There’s no time to think. He’s barreling down on you again. Bare feet crashing into the dirt, upper right arm extending, he delivers a blow to your shoulder, heavier than the last.

Hissing in pain, you step away.

Distance.

You need distance to study him, to figure out how to—

Another blow comes at you, but he pulls away at the last second, chuckling manically as he toys with you.

Bastard!

Desperate, you swing the tantō, attempting to create more space, but he effortlessly catches it with his lower left hand. Unfazed by the sharp edge, he yanks it from your grip, blood crawling away as he tosses it aside.

“Try harder, little snake!” he booms, his eyes flashing rabidly while healing the slit across his hand where he caught the blade.

Without your weapon, you’re defenseless, and Sukuna doesn’t relent.

He steps toward you, striking fast. Panicking, you turn, exposing your back. His blow lands squarely between your shoulder blades, sending you crashing to the ground. Soil fills your mouth as you gasp, reaching desperately for the blade. Your fingers barely graze the hilt before Sukuna kicks it away.

“Pathetic,” he spits, standing there looking bored—two arms crossed, the other two resting on his hips, watching, waiting. Even a pout models his lips. “It’s foolish to give your opponent your back. Now. Get up.”

Pathetic…

For a moment, you lie there, annoyed and inhaling deeply before forcing yourself up, every part of your body screaming, begging you to stay down.

“You’re going to—” Struggling to your feet, you can hardly catch your breath. “—kill me if you keep this up.”

Lifting your head, you see a fiendish grin spread across his face, the eyes on his mask nearly rolling back in some kind of pure, malicious ecstasy. Far from the reaction you’d hoped for.

He inclines his head more, crimson orbs peeking down on you.

“If I break you, I can simply heal you,” he coos dangerously. “Then, I can do it again and again.”

Your eyes narrow, and a tremor flickers across your cheek.

Sukuna scoffs.

“Heh, don’t look at me like that.” He lowers himself into a relaxed stance, clearly unimpressed yet no longer poised to attack.

“You're too predictable,” he tuts, tapping his temple. "Always going for the obvious moves. At this rate, you'll never get anywhere if you keep swinging where I can see it coming."

He must realize he’s not a typical opponent, right?

Rolling your shoulder from the previous hit, you wince and step away from him.

“So what? You want me to stab you somewhere unexpected?” you mutter, “what should I aim for? The softer parts?”

There’s double of them, after all.

His eyes thin, and he inhales.

“If you think I’d let you get that close, you’re even more naive than I thought.” There’s a pause. "But if you did, I might consider it worth my attention.”

You huff, wiping the sweat that slithers down your brow, and before you can react, he’s suddenly stepping forward.

You quickly step back.

But one, two, three steps—he closes the distance until he’s standing before you.

“Don't test your luck, wife.” He looks down at you. "If you want to survive, aim for what stops someone faster—the throat, the joints, under the ribs. Or, right—” his fingers press against the side of your neck, “—here. The carotid. You slip the blade in, then keep going. Otherwise, make use of what you have.” He grins. “I saw what you did to Sayuri. Use those little fingers, your teeth, anything you can."

You exhale, remembering the horrible feel of Sayuri's skin peeling back beneath your nails.

Sukuna presses harder against your neck, just shy of where he left that scar, his fingers firm on your pulse, feeling it jump under his touch. You want to shy away from it, but then, with a soft twitch of his mouth, he steps back.

Another exhale.

“So, not the softer parts?” you ask, moving across the grass to retrieve your blade.

All four of his eyes roll.

"Strike where it matters, and your opponent will be too busy bleeding out to retaliate. Strength doesn’t change that. The weak points remain the same for everyone."

During your first meeting, walking together in the forest, you searched for any weakness to exploit but found none. Now, even as you look at him, you’re still left wondering if he has any at all.

“Even for you?” you ask quietly.

He jerks his head to the side, eyes touching you with a challenging look.

“You’d have to find mine first."

Ah, so presumably, he does have a weakness. Curious.

“But I doubt you will ever uncover it,” he smirks, moving away again.

He turns.

“Now, again! And try to stay on your feet this time.”

You look at him, taking in every detail.

His arms—his size—they’re your biggest problems. Aiming for his upper body is useless; he’s too fast, too strong. But his legs, knees, ankles, and maybe the maw on his stomach are your only chances.

Veins hammering in your body, you nod.

“Okay.” Fingers tightening at the hilt of the blade, you take the proper stance.

His red eyes flare, wildfire licking at dry tinder.

“Come here, then, girl,” he provokes, lips tipping into a cruel smile, four arms stretching leisurely like a cat ready to play with a mouse.

The sensation from before returns—scuttling at your fingertips, an aching. You ignore it, and, without hesitation, surprisingly, you rush toward him.

But he doesn’t move. He just stands there. Waiting.

That should have been your first warning.

Heart thundering, you run, you don’t stop.

The ground scrapes underneath you as you drop to your knees, arm extended, blade aimed at his right ankle—the circling of black ink your target.

Almost there.

Sukuna shifts.

He moves.

And before you can do anything. Before you can think. Before you can even strike. His massive leg pulls back and—

Snap!

It’s a horrible sound that rings into your ears.

Everything goes dark for a heartbeat.

The scream doesn’t come as you realize you’re on your back, staring up at the grey clouds overhead, your breath stolen away and your blade gone, scattered somewhere across the ground.

What just…

Cold shock rolls through your body, and your chest aches painfully as if a heavy stone rests upon it.

Something is wrong.

Your eyelids flutter as you push yourself into a sitting position, the world spinning.

Then the pain comes—a hot, searing wave coursing through your right arm and ligaments, followed by an icy numbness. With trembling fingers, you pull up the sleeve of your kimono and look down.

Vomit stings the back of your throat, thick and disgusting.

The angle. The bone. It’s protruding, bent through angry red, swollen skin. You blink. It’s all wrong. The arm hangs uselessly.

You try to envision that bottle—the one in your mind where you store all unwanted emotions—and attempt to shove this feeling inside. But your lip trembles, and your eyes trail up to Sukuna. He used the heel of his left foot, putting enough force behind it—and—

“Y-you’ve… broken my arm,” you whisper, hand falling to the ground, breathing suddenly becoming erratic—quick bursts in and out that you can’t quite control.

Breathe.

I can’t.

Your brow pinches in distress.

Breathe.

I can’t—

“You’ve broken my fucking arm!” The words escape in an ugly, sputtering hiss. Your glare, nothing but hatred.

The King of Curses’ jaw tightens, and he steps closer, crouching before you. Even then, he looms, casting a long, dark shadow. Tears sting your eyes, and instinctively, you look away—but he grabs your chin roughly, yanking it back and forcing you to meet his gaze.

Angry red orbs narrow.

“If you were anything like me, you would carry yourself with greater strength,” he growls into your face, a deep crease carving above his nose. “Yet here you are, fragile, yielding, so easily within my grasp.”

You flinch, growing nervous at those words, unsure why everything turns to hell so quickly whenever you’re with him.

You stare at him, and he stares back.

A huff expels from his chest.

Tilting his head, he studies you for a heartbeat longer before sliding his fingers carelessly away from your chin.

“But you’re not,” he continues, voice growing low, quieter this time.

There’s pity there. But you don’t want it. He has no idea what you’re keeping hidden.

His upper left hand moves, sliding into the sleeve of your kimono. His fingers hover for a moment before curling around your disfigured arm, brushing gently against your skin. The contact burns, and you want to tug away, but you know he’s beginning to mend it.

Dammit, you’re tired of being told you’re weak, tired of needing his healing, tired of this twisted game where you’re broken only to be pieced back together.

A sharp crack sounds. You suck in a tight gasp.

Every misaligned shard of bone scrapes together with a grinding noise. You bite down while your arm spasms in his grasp, but he doesn’t let go. Each bone segment fuses with a jolt, just as metal is soldered. Muscles and skin knitting over them feel tight and raw.

Once healed, he leans closer to study your face.

“Next time someone hurts you, focus on your breath.” He drags his hand away from your arm, pressing it firmly against your stomach, just above your navel. Your abdomen clenches as he applies more pressure with his fingertips. “Let the pain come, and then let it go—without holding on to it.”

His hand pulls back. He pauses, taking you apart slowly.

“You cling to things too tightly.”

You look away, hating how those words hold truth.

There’s a silence—a silence for too long.

“Look at me,” he demands calmly.

With a slight incline of your head, you glance up at him through wet, curling lashes, which only seem to clump together the more you blink.

On the side of his demonic face, a muscle pulses.

A sudden war wages across his dual features. The jutting lower eye on his mask flickers down, taking you in and falling to your lips. He opens his mouth to say more, but the words never come. Instead, he rises to his full height and looks down at you.

“We’re done here.” Carefully, he pulls the panels of his kimono back into place before turning to retrieve his haori.

You watch him walk toward the shrine, his body heavy and beautifully agile.

You clench your jaw.

Fuck him.

Just before his looming figure disappears inside, he glances back over his shoulder at you, slumped on the ground.

“Be ready by dawn tomorrow. I’d hate to be late for your clan’s festival. Oh, and wife—” There’s a beat as he takes you in. “—remember, when we arrive, I want that name.”

* * * * *

“What is this?”

Holding up the sleeve of a new, beautiful kimono spread across your futon, you turn to Ren, who is helping you pack for tomorrow’s ride north. The three-day journey will be trying, especially since you’ve learned Uraume won’t be joining you. It will just be you and the King of Curses—riding, eating meals, sleeping under the night sky. Together. Alone. An ache has been steadily building in your stomach; the thought feels far too intimate for your liking.

You’ll need to master every aspect of maintaining distance. However, avoiding someone like him is easier said than done.

Ren’s eyes lift briefly from the travelling trunk, then drop.

“Master Sukuna wants you to wear it for your clan’s festival, my Lady,” she says, attention returning to the cloak she’s folding.

You bite the inside of your cheek.

Of course, he does.

Looking down at the garment, your silk-gloved hand travels over the fabric.

The outer layer is a rich, muted purple, trimmed in dark charcoal, complementing the smooth black of the layer beneath. Wide, flowing sleeves are decorated with a scattering of embroidered wisteria flowers, the pattern gradually fading toward the hemline, where the thread deepens into a darker, bruising plum colour.

The inside of the sleeves catches your eye—a burnt umber shade that matches the maru obi, fully patterned on both sides with the same design. Soot-coloured gloves rest beside it. They aren’t silk but soft, buttery leather. You can only assume this choice is deliberate.

The garment is lovely, if somewhat unusual, for such an event. Its style and dark colours suggest a mourning aesthetic—an odd thing. However, you can’t deny that the monster possesses a strange sense of taste, even if you are well aware that this is merely another way for him to stake his claim over you.

“He’s going to match with me, isn’t he?” you call over your shoulder as you place the scabbard with the tantō blade sheathed next to the garment.

Ren is quiet for a moment before she responds.

“I’m not sure, my Lady, but it’s likely. Uraume is with him now, preparing what he needs.”

You huff and walk gingerly to the door, body still aching from the earlier beating. Although you spent a few hours soaking your muscles in a bath, you can still feel their stiffness.

Sliding open the door, you peer into the dim passage—a flame spills from behind the massive doors of his chambers. Your brow furrows at the thought of your clan seeing you dressed to match Sukuna. You did so at your wedding, but this will be in front of the entire Kasai clan.

Closing the door, you grumble wordlessly to yourself before rejoining your attendant. Her eyes lift briefly, then flicker away. Since that night in the stables when Sukuna threatened her and Uraume, she has been quiet. Quieter than usual, and this feels different.

"Is everything all right, Ren?" you ask, picking up the new kimono and rolling it tightly before packing it into the trunk.

"Yes, my Lady. I’m fine,” she says, while suddenly becoming very interested in the garment she’s folding.

Well, that’s a lie.

"Are you sure? You seem... distant lately."

She glances up.

"I’m fine, my Lady, truly," she urges.

You don’t believe her, but you aren’t about to dissect every mannerism and word she speaks.

"All right," you say, letting it slip into the background.

Once your trunk is sufficiently packed and dusk settles, you climb into the futon. The intention is to sleep, but rest eludes you. Your body hums with a terrible anticipation for the days ahead—the ride, the festival, your father—the daunting task of providing Sukuna with Onishi’s name. At least you’ll see Yuna again, though, for some reason, even that brings little comfort. You toss and turn throughout the night, and soon enough, morning arrives, with dawn shyly pushing through the narrow window, urging you to rise.

The shrine is still asleep as you slide open the door and slip out, dressed in your riding clothes. A warm cloak wraps around your shoulders, fending off the chill. Trunk in hand, leather gloves on, you make your way through the hollow corridors and out to the stables.

The cool, dull grey morning greets you, and for reasons you can’t quite explain, your pulse grows unsteady as you step inside.

The stables smell of hay and leather, with dust stirring in whatever light filters in.

At the sound of your entrance, a gaze of fire snaps up to meet yours. The King of Curses is already busy with his mount, adjusting the last of his saddle. Like you, he’s dressed for warmth. His dark kataginu parts over a charcoal kimono, with matching hakama beneath. His pink, spiky hair swept back in the style he favours. It practically glows against the dim fabric of his attire.

You cross the space and dip your chin.

"Good morning, my Lord," you say, forcing your mouth to twitch into something resembling an amicable smile.

He says nothing, directing his body away from you.

Asshole.

You fight the urge to scoff. After all, he deserves the unkind greeting after breaking your arm yesterday.

Instead, his four eyes drop, focusing on Uraume, whom you hadn’t noticed standing nearby. The two speak in hushed tones, their conversation too quiet for you to make out. The white-haired monk’s eyes dart back and forth while Sukuna’s brow wrinkles, the tension in his body growing tauter with each moment.

It gives you pause.

How is he already this agitated when the journey hasn’t even begun? This trip will be exhausting, and you won’t be surprised if one of you ends up killing the other by the end of it.

At least then, everything would be over.

Your fingers brush the scabbard tucked securely into your obi, and its feel brings a small measure of comfort. Coupled with your gift, it’s a reminder that you aren’t, for the most part, completely powerless.

Dragging your attention away from Sukuna, you make your way to Ayana’s stall.

The mare lets out a soft whicker to greet you, her dappled grey coat gleaming in the gentle light. You run your hand along her strong neck, and she nudges you affectionately. While she’s still skittish, her nervousness has lessened over the past two weeks as you’ve spent more time together. Working your fingers through her mane, you notice Ren stepping into the stables. She joins you, helping to fasten your trunk to the saddle while you focus on your mare’s bridle.

Once she is fully tacked, you mount her and guide her outside, where Sukuna is already waiting.

Sitting motionless atop his enormous horse, he rests two arms lightly on his thighs—one on the saddle and the other holding the reins.

He stares at you with a stern, guarded expression.

“Ready?” He raises his eyebrow in question.

Are you?

Saying nothing, you shift and glance back over your shoulder. Uraume and Ren stand at the entrance of the stables. You can’t quite read their faces, but something wavers there—a knowing of some kind. You give a brief nod, though an undercurrent of dread trembles through you.

There and back, and you’ll gain your extra month.

That’s all this is.

Or there, and… neither of you returns.

You turn to the man who is your husband in name only. Not once does his crimson eyes leave yours. Not once does his expression change.

Briefly, you recall how you felt when you left the Kasai compound weeks ago, when your chest felt incredibly heavy, clutching the red jasper stone in your hand.

Not knowing what awaits is its own form of torture.

Sitting up in your saddle, you blink.

"Yes, my Lord." On an exhale, you look away from him. "I'm ready."

With your gloves gripping the reins, you nudge Ayana forward, cantering past Sukuna and onto the dirt-packed road, leaving the shrine and everything else behind.

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🔗 Chapter 23

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"Cooking for Alfred" Damian Wayne x OC's short fanfic.

/Adult Damian (University)

/warnings/ Dirty joke, (18+) language/

Hi, first of all this is just one of the part of the main fanfic I have been written. The oc is now dating Damian and she wants to cook for Alfred on his birthday. You can follow-up the main story in AO3. The fanfic is called 'Damian Wayne x OC : Hunting the witch'. English is not my first languages so, I hope I didn’t mess up anything.

Also, the oc name is Celine Constantine. She is John Constantine's daughter. Hope you enjoy.

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“…Celine, didn’t you used to tell me that you know how to cook?” “Well, cooking is not baking...” A picture of two teenagers approaching adulthood walking chaotically in the kitchen… Around the counter island there was powder and the egg panels all over were probably a strange sight that happened in Wayne Manor…a sight that Alfred Pennyworth would not have allowed to happen in normal situations because he wouldn't have to bother cleaning up the mess later.

...but today is Alfred's birthday.

So Celine has a crazy idea. As a resident, she wanted to give him a surprise. So, they have Bruce take the old man into town while the two young men,Celine and Damian, prepare a homemade birthday cake for the butler. The witch Constantine claims to have worked behind the stove at Fine Dining restaurant before...Damian doesn't know in which position. But from the looks of it, she isn't a dessert chef definitely...

“...Okay, I'm just one of those people who helps prepare the cold kitchen where they serve appetizers and such...but back when I'm in London, I always cook for myself. I just never made dessert. That’s all.” The girl immediately defended her cooking skills. “The pasta with grilled vegetables that you ate the other day was made by me...” With that, both of her hands are now placed on the hips.. “Really?” Damian Wayne had known that his girlfriend liked to help Alfred prepare food…but he thought she might just be chopping vegetables, preparing meats, whatever like that. Instead of making her own menu like she claimed.

…The other day, the pasta that Damian packed to eat at university for lunch was so delicious that he asked Alfred to make it a daily menu. The old man smiled suspiciously. It wasn't him who made it, but it was the witch.

“…Shall we make pasta instead then?” the young man suggested as his head recalled the rich flavor of the fresh pasta and grilled mushrooms, he had eaten the day before… “It's Alfred's birthday, Damian. We must make a cake...”

“But the others will come here soon…we have to prepare other kind of food anyway. Why don't you go take care of the savory and leave me here with the cake?” Both Richard Starfire, Raven the witch, and Stephanie Brown...including Tim Drake will be here today for the old man’s birthday. So, if they both waste time on one cake, they won't get anything done into pieces. The young man waved his hand and chased his girlfriend away from his dessert making area, earning a look of pouty face from Celine Constantine.

"..You? Are you sure you know how to bake?" The girl looked at her boyfriend's face judgmentally...

“Better than you do.” His hand moved towards the first cake that had been baked, which was so crumbly and incomplete that the whole thing had to be thrown into the trash… Only then the black-haired witch calms down and walked away to do her own duties as well...

A long time had passed and the whole kitchen was quiet…no sound except the sound of boiling water, the sound of beating eggs, and other sounds of cooking. Celine walked back around to find her boyfriend in the dessert kitchen area, which was also quiet. She saw him in an apron Standing and squeezing cream into a round disc of something. With diligence and expert look. The young girl watched as those slender, beautiful fingers gently put the round plates together. so, she couldn't help but tease him about how skilled he was.

“You make macarons? Wow. I didn't know that I slept with the Master Chef of dessert every day.” ...This French dessert is so hard to make. Even Celine couldn't make it through just baking a cake...but this Baby Bat showed off his skills in making macarons? Why he’s so annoyingly talented?

Damian didn't answer…he shook his head and wiped the sweat from his chin. That's when the young girl came to help. using the handkerchief that was placed on his shoulder to wipe away the sweat that was flowing down the small frame of his chin before smiling at the face's owner. “..Does this mean that if we get married you will be the househusband? Hmm? Dami?”

“Dream on.” Damian shook his head, expanding his words as he looked proudly at the work on the table. “...Housework is a duty that we must help on both sides. And I have to go to work…Father's company will soon be mine. If I only act as your butler, who will run the company? Hmm, Celine?” Those words weren't very serious... The young man kissed his girlfriend's head as a thank you for helping him wipe his face before walking off to explore the savory side.. “…You....You make a heck lot of pasta.” Deep voice hurriedly commented on the amount of fresh pasta that the young girl had prepared in a pot for the people coming to the party to eat. “Well, don't you remember the last time Dick ate the entire pot of meatballs by himself?” Celine reminded the young man of Bruce's birthday back in the middle of the year when the eldest of the family accidentally ate a meatball that Alfred had made for everyone all by himself. “You’re right. Richard must have eaten it all by himself.” Damian Wayne immediately agreed…he nodded before quickly helping his girlfriend clean up the kitchen. Prepare a plate for the guests who will be coming to the old butler's birthday dinner in a few hours.

In the evening, Bruce, Alfred and Stephanie, who went to help Bruce, arrive at the manor with Damian, Dick, the two girls from Titans, and Tim Drake is waiting. Of course, Damian briefly relents with Tim to stop his eldest brother from eating all the food before the birthday owner arrives. The old man walked into the house, filled with joy. Starfire and Raven were the ones who brought out the cake. The remaining people sang songs of blessing to the talented butler. Damian stood and applauded silently. Dick sings off-key and loses his voice as Stephanie tries to save the song from crisis but failed. And after Alfred blew out the candles, they all gathered around the grand dining table of the mansion that was full of guests today… “..This pasta is very delicious. Miss Celine, did you do it yourself?” The old butler was happy… that today he didn't have to prepare huge quantities of food himself. But what will the condition of the kitchen be like? This is something to worry about. “Yes.” Celine smiled as she proudly watched Richard gobble down her pasta from the pot…

“...What about macarons? Did you make it yourself? It's just as delicious as the one my friend brought from France.” Tim tried to compliment the new girl in the Bat House that he hadn't talked to much before Damian put down his fork and a smile curled his lips. It was then that Red Robin knew exactly who the person that made this tray of macarons was. “Oh my gosh…” Tim shook his head, his hand hurriedly put down the dessert… but after a while he reluctantly picked it up and ate it again. “Wanna bet on who made the cake?” On Dick's side, his hand was still holding the fork around the pasta. Turning to Bruce, who had been eating quietly by himself for a long time… The Dark Knight shook his head. Looking at the large chocolate cake with candles that had been sliced up by Raven and Starfire for the party. Those blue eyes looked at the cake for just a moment and then responded immediately.

“It’s Damian, obviously.” “But I think it’s Celine,” Dick quickly bets against… “..Ahem, Master Bruce, Master Richard. Gambling is not a good behavior to do on this kind of celebration....” The birthday man sitting next to Bruce couldn't help but cough after hearing that conversation… He took the cake from Starfire and held it in his hand before considering it without tasting it. “I think they both do it together.” “Accept the bets” Nightwing gave the old man a challenging smile before turning and asking to the two young men who the winner of this bet would be… “Hey! Little D! Celine! Who made this cake?” “It’s Damian.” …and the answer from the young witch made Alfred stunned because even though he was the one who taught Damian how to bake, he had no idea that the boy would be able to use what he had taught him to do it all by himself. Dick was annoyed but managed to get a smile from Bruce as the old butler and Nightwing took a cash from their pockets and paid the manor a bill each.

…and soon after the cakes, pasta, macarons, and all sorts of food were eaten by the people in the house, most of whom was Dick, the guests gradually left. They left Alfred a gift. Stephanie left the baking equipment. Damian gives him a cookbook. Dick gives him a new suit. Raven and Starfire buy him a new portable oven. Bruce gave him gloves and a winter coat, but Celine unexpectedly gave the same book as her boyfriend…

“Damn, I didn't know we were going to buy the same book... and it's the exact same one but in a different language,” the young witch complained about when Alfred has to have the exact same gifts but in difference language without nobody knowing it beforehand. “...And why are you buying a Chinese text cookbook? Shouldn't those things have to be transported by ship?” The two young men were cleaning up the house while Alfred was sent to sleep by Damian. Meanwhile, Bruce handles company work before leaving on late-night patrol. And Celine complains loudly about the gift she has just given the old butler.

“...Chinese recipes should be read in Chinese. Do you think Pennyworth couldn’t read Mandarin?” Damian frowned at the witch's question. She usually likes to buy books about the same story but in different versions or sometimes in different languages. But today she suddenly complains to him about it… “You can't read Chinese? Can’t you?” So, the young man made this assumption. …and damn, Damian Wayne really has good instincts for matters that don't matter.

The girl rolled her eyes, and the young man knew immediately that she was complaining about the whole Mandarin language stuff because she couldn't read it herself… “I swear to you. Damian…if you start speaking Chinese to me. I'm going to suck your dick until it's rotten-” “-下流 (Xia Liu)” …and of course, the mouthy young man wasn't easily fazed by that threat. He chuckled before starting to spit Chinese at the other person after knowing that she wasn't good at it...well, he's always been like this...loves competition like a psychopath. “坏蛋 (Huai Dan)” But then the black-haired witch immediately shot back… she put down the powder box she was holding and put it on the countertop with a look of trouble on her face amidst the young man's bewildered expression. “..I thought you couldn't speak Chinese?” “When did I say I couldn't speak Chinese? I just couldn't read it.” Celine raised her eyebrows with a defiant expression on her face… “Then from now on, I'll send you a text in Chinese-” -wad! And then the box of powder that had been put down in the first place flew towards Damian Wayne immediately as he continued to annoy her. The witch already knew that an ex-assassin like him would definitely be able to catch that thin cardboard box. So, she crossed her arms over her chest, as her boyfriend caught it with precision and looked towards her. “Did you know…one of your bad habits is throwing things when you don't get what you want?” Damian had seen Celine throw a pillow or sometimes an entire cigarette box at her father...sometimes she had a good reason for doing that. Sometimes there is no reason at all. Celine Constantine was spoiled rotten by her irresponsible father. But she is a spoiled person who knows that she has a bad personality…so Damian can accept it in somewhat of of way.

Because he's like that too. “..So? Do you want me to describe your bad habits too?” The girl folded her arms across her chest and raised her head to look at her boyfriend with another look of trouble.

“Go on…” The young man looked at those expressions. He didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he slowly walked towards his lover... a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his girlfriend smiled back and knew that he was definitely going to find something to get back at her...

“Let's start with what? The size of your dick? I think it should be illegal-”

“-Celine, we are talking about my bad personality, not what you like but denies that you don't like...” Damian, on the other hand, quickly used his strong hands to gather his girlfriend's mischievous body into an embrace...watching her laughing, pretending to run away but not getting anywhere. “..So... What about your competitive personality? I swear, if I say I like a horse's cock, you will definitely going to lengthen it to compete with the hoarse-”

Phew!! ...and Celine's foul mouth made the arrogant boyfriend unable to bear it anymore. He took the box of powder in his hand that his girlfriend had thrown and dumped it on her head. He knew that Alfred would definitely curse him if he saw the kitchen floor right now. But believe him, it was very satisfying to see a person with a good mouth become silent because of the amount of flour stuck in her throat. She choked, the powders are now all over the sweet face attached to that bad mouth...

But Celine Constantine wasn't the type to give in even in the most demanding situations… She turned and smeared the powder on her boyfriend's face. Smeared white powder on his perfect body. Damian is inferior. His hands scooped up the powders that had flown onto the counter and threw them all over his girlfriend's face, causing a small war in the kitchen. The one that ended up with Alfred walking in… The old man wanted to come get some water to quench his thirst after waking up late at night. Before coming to see his nightmare come true. Two young people threw cooking flour at each other. Rubbing each other's hair like it was a fun idea...Even Richard, at his most naughty age, had never done anything like this before...Then both young adults get warned by Alfred. Damian Wayne, who even used to be a child with a loudmouth that caused a lot of troubles, but he never caused any mischief like this before. So, he gets warned too.

…but hey! At least this time Celine didn't start it. Didn’t she? “I got 1 point, and you got 0…”

After fighting until they both were satisfied, the two young people came to take a dip in the water to clean themselves together after the war ended before Damian had to go on patrol with his father... Celine acts like a little kid who likes to play with a duck. She lets the plastic ducky float on the water in the tub. Damian was forced to watch her play with it while having his lover sit on his lap in the tub.

“Why did I get 0 points when I really am the one who started it?” His thin lips gently kissed the shoulder of the person on his lap. His eyes looking at his wet girlfriend, he is frowning while asking... "..It's easy because I'm the one giving the scores." Celine pinches her boyfriend's nose at the same time as squeezing the duck in her hand...it very well triggers a feeling of annoyance from her lover. A strong hand squeezed that round cheek, causing her to scrunch up until he had to let go before the two of them could continue their war in this bathroom. “I think Pennyworth looks very happy… I have to thanks you for organizing this event for him today.” After pounding his girlfriend's face until he was satisfied, Damian Wayne hurriedly changed the conversation to the serious subject before Celine could react… Her expressions changed and nodded her head softly. Continue squeezing the duck in her hand instead of getting revenge on Damian... probably because she was thrilled that her idea made the old man smile this much.

“...Come on, don’t act like you guys have never done this before…” Celine pouted a little while Damian's smile twitched slightly at the corners of his mouth before he looked away.

“Actually… Normally we are all busy that no one takes the lead in this matter. Richard and Drake would just stop by for lunch on the day. Gave things to Pennyworth and left… We never got together like this. Until you are the one who suggested it.” ...It was probably the nature of Bat House to always forget the most important matters outside of their night duties… They often forgot the daily lives of those around them. It's something that almost every Bat member been. “..So, I'm glad you chose to be a normal person and stay here with Pennyworth.” Ever since Celine Constantine entered the mansion, things had started to change a little… Even though she is that kind of person who don't celebrate her own birthday but she did it for others. After receiving Damian's first birthday present. She organizes a party for Bruce. And this time it was Alfred. She comes from the house of an occult detective but doesn't want to continue being the occult detective. Like she knew how lonely their careers were…she chose to be a normal person and spent her time doing things that Damian and the other Bats couldn't. Both are things that John Constantine couldn't do either.

She chooses to spend time with those who she loves. Celine gently touched her lover's face when she heard that. Her hand slid down his face before embracing it.

“...Don't worry. Damian…Whatever you feel like you can't do or find it difficult to do. I will do it for you. You don't have to say or express everything to me. Just be with me, be happy…and I will do whatever you want to do for you.” A sweet voice whispered softly, kissing her boyfriend's forehead once...it was a voice that the young man felt calm after listening to. It felt like he didn't have to try so hard anymore…it felt natural. That would be more accurate to say...

…Damian Wayne closed his eyes and immersed himself in that embrace for as long as he could.

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P.s.: Damian in this fanfic became softer after dating Celine and she moved in his manor because she decides to study at Gotham's university. Her back story made her father doesn’t celebrated her birthday because John Constantine didn’t celebrate his own birthdays too. Hopefully I will post more of them in the future.

P.s.2 : Yes, She has a foul mouthed like her dad lol

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