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I Am What I Am (III)

A man of the shadows and a woman who belonged in the skies - fate could not have brought two more different people together. But was this fate or was this a choice?

Pairing - Im Changkyun x OC, Kim Mingyu × OC

Word Count - 9.3K

Warnings - mentions of guns, blood, death, mafia. This chapter has smut (fingering, unprotected sex)

Chapter summary - Torn between duty and desire, Na bi chooses to make a deal that may change everything. And to dream of that which didn't mean anything - 'Please don't fall in love with me Ms. Baek.'

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Yellow turned green when it poured through the blue curtains as Na bi looked at Changkyun under the sunlight for the first time.

He was sprawled in her sheets, lying on his stomach, his bruised and bandage covered back, raising and falling rhythmically. The house was filled with only the sound of his soft breaths, and occasionally, the flipping of the pages Na bi was clearly only pretending to read - anyone could tell, her eyes barely ever left the dark-haired man. Her coffee grew cold on the table but she couldn’t care less, not when every inch of her was already very, very awake. Unlike him.

Last night was…. something.

Emergency situations weren’t usually hard for Na bi to navigate through – it was her profession, she was trained for it and she dealt with it every day but somehow, when Changkyun collapsed in her arms last night, she froze. Why did he come here? Why did he come back to her?

When his weight got too much for her to handle, she draped his arm around her shoulder and with the little energy left in her, half led, half dragged him to her bed and laid him on it, staring at his blood soaked back. Realising that the crimson was darkening with every passing minute, she hurriedly grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors, made a slit in the fabric and ripped his shirt open, revealing a troubling mess of red. Fuck, fuck, fuck. There seemed to be a blood-stained cloth wrapped around his lower back, evidence of a poor attempt to stop the bleeding. From its width, she figured the wound below should be at least a 10 to 15 cm wide and given all the blood, definitely, considerably deep.

“I’m going to call a cab.” Na bi reached for her phone. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

“No.” He groaned softly, grabbing her wrist as she tried to get up. “No hospital.”

“But- “

“No. Hospital.” Though his voice was weak, there was a tone of finality in it that Na bi couldn't work past.

At that exact moment, to her relief and her rescue, her phone began vibrating in her hand, flashing Seokmin’s name. When she picked it up, he sounded panicked and out of breath. Fair enough, her message earlier was short and cryptic, simply stating 'danger, come over' - okay, definitely worrying.

Glancing at Changkyun’s back, thinking quick, she assured her friend that everything was fine and instructed him to bring a suture kit and some bandages to her house right away, promising to answer his questions later before abruptly cutting the call.

Getting it together, she moved fast, removing Changkyun’s shoes, adjusting him properly on the bed, rummaging through her closet, grabbing an old fading t-shirt, and a small bowl of water. Kneeling on the floor by his side, she removed the bits of ripped shirt and wiped away the stains of blood and dirt all over his back, eyes curiously falling on the tattoo between his shoulder blades. There were three red roses, stalks intertwined, blooming prettily on his back. Na bi wondered what it could possibly mean for him – it looked so delicate and soft, unlike what he seemed to have made his life around.

Over his shoulder he had another one, a writing this time – He who wears the crown, bears the crown.

“It was my father’s favourite quote.”

Na bi didn’t realise that she read it out loud when she let her fingers run over it. Or that his breath stopped under her touch.

She moved her fingers down his back, over older, fading scars of cuts and wounds all over his skin, like a strangely drawn-out map.

“Training.” He answered her unasked question.

“For?”

“Life.”

“What kind of life is this Changkyun?” Na bi sighed. “What happened to you?”

For the first time, he didn’t answer her. She looked over to see his eyes slowly fluttering shut as he began to slip away from her.

“You need to hang in there.” She softly shook him, not letting the worry show in her voice. “Just a little longer.”

But it took a lot longer than ‘a little’ for Seokmin to come with the supplies, thanks to Seoul’s uncharacteristic rains. When he knocked, Na bi immediately opened the door, grabbed the bag and shut the door, promising once again to explain everything when she had the time.

Although, she probably should have let him in because she really could have used an extra hand last night. All she had to do was a couple of sutures and usually, that didn't require much assistance but the moment Na bi freed Changkyun of his temporary torniquet, blood began to gush out like an open dam. By the time she had managed to get it under control, anesthetise, suture and dress his wound, he had lost far too much blood. And his consciousness.

Sitting on her couch, Na bi sipped on her coffee as she watched his unmoving figure. She had been watching him this way nearly all night. After she finished treating him, cleaned up all the mess, showered and changed into her pajamas for the night, she took a step back to reassess everything.

The day when she discovered Changkyun’s location, led him to her house and nearly slept with him…. she was drunk, she wasn’t in her right senses but now? Now she was entirely and consciously aware of her choices yet she didn’t know if she was making the right one. Curling up in her couch in the living space right across him, she let herself wander through the thoughts and possibilities. The wound on his back was clearly the result of an attack – did his enemies finally get to him? Wasn't she supposedly the key to finding him? How did they do it without her? Unless Changkyun assumed that she ratted him out? He wouldn't have come to her for help if he suspected that right? Or was he here for revenge? It was constant speculations like this that didn’t let her sleep.

That and Changkyun’s groans. Through all of last night, Na bi helplessly watched him suffer - moving every time he felt pain and hurting every time he moved. But for the last 2 hours or so, he was surprisingly still, making her eyes flicker between the clock and his back as she counted his breaths every once in a while. Hugging her knees, resting her head on it, she looked at the way his hair framed his face.

He was indeed beautiful; his features were the perfect combination of sharp and soft which truly made him attractive but he was nothing too irresistible. Definitely not enough to overlook the fact that he was a criminal, dangerous and clearly the kind one should strive to stay from as far as possible - it was hard to believe a little alcohol and hormones in her system had made her lose sight of that. Yet she did and here she was, having to face him once again, adding embarrassment to the mix of all the emotions she was feeling now.

Sighing, she tried to push her thoughts away and return to the book she was "reading" when she heard him groan softly again as he stretched his limbs, turning his head the other side. Na bi waited for him to go back to sleep but instead, he raised his head, looking out of the window, eyes squinting at the sun. He blinked a few times, registering his surroundings, froze for a couple of seconds and quickly sat up, panicking. Na bi held her breath, watching silently from across the room as he looked around for something before his eyes finally landed on her and what he was searching for.

His gun…..in her hands.

She had found it in his pocket last night - his gun, a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Though a gun was the last thing she wanted in her home, she still had no idea what had transpired in the last 24 hours or what was going on in Changkyun’s head – she had to look out for herself, praying that she didn't have to use it for protection.

Changkyun looked at her through his dark fringes in the loud silence as she waited for him to make a move and he waited for her to do the same.

“Ms. Baek....” He finally took her name softly. “That does not belong in the hands of someone like you.”

Na bi scoffed. “Why? You think just because I am a woman I wouldn’t know how to fire? Or you think I’m a coward so I wouldn’t dare fire?”

“Neither.” He looked at her calmly yet his gaze was piercing. “I think that it takes lives, and you save them. Like you saved mine.”

Those were not the words she was expecting.

“Barely.” She muttered. “What were you thinking, coming here bleeding your guts out like that? You should’ve gone to a hospital-”

“I thought I was going to die…..” She could barely hear his soft tone before he cleared his throat, wincing as he moved. “……I had to go to someone I trust.”

Na bi blinked. “You don’t even know me.”

“Yet it looks like I made the right choice.”

He outstretched his hand, having entirely another conversation with his eyes, silently asking her to return what was his. Na bi gave it a minute of consideration before she threw the gun to him and he caught it in a flash.

“And the bullets?" Changkyun held it up in his palm as she blinked at him clearly feigning ignorance. “I can tell by the weight Ms. Baek.”

The weight of six miniscule bullets?

She tried not to glance at her kitchen and give away the location she had stashed them away.

“You may trust me, but I have no reason to trust you.”

“Fair enough.” He cocked his head at her. “Yet you saved my life.”

“I’m a doctor. I took an oath to.”

“Is that all?”

As always, she couldn’t read his expression, but his voice, it was laced with a memory. Na bi suddenly remembered kissing him that night, feeling the heat rise in her face.

“That’s all.”

He looked at her for longer than a while before humming in response and stashing the gun behind him, into his pant. She watched him as he got off the bed, straightening himself, wincing in the process.

“What are you doing?”

“Thank you for saving my life, Ms. Baek. But I should leave-“

“You can’t.”

“I can’t?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I can’t let you.” Changkyun looked genuinely surprised. “Not yet. You haven’t healed enough to be out there on your own.”

“I’ll manage-“

“Changkyun.” She looked at him dead in the eye. “I’m not giving you a choice.”

Now he looked amused. Rightfully so. Whatever made her think she was capable enough to stop him.

“It took me a while to realise but that wound on your back, it’s not an ordinary one. Whoever stabbed you must’ve lined the blade with some sort of anticoagulant because the wound just would not clot.” Either he didn’t understand what she was saying or his mind had already raced ahead. Either way, he was simply staring off into nowhere. “What I’m saying is, there was only so much I could do in my house. If we can get you to the hospital-“

“That’s not possible.”

“That you’ve made clear.” She watched as with each time moved, the crimson on his bandages got darker. “That makes me your only choice so listen to me. You've already lost a lot of blood and you cannot possibly afford to lose more."

He went silent like he was considering it. Na bi didn’t wait for him to come to a decision. She opened the wardrobe, pulling out a set of grey trackpants and a white t-shirt that had always been too large for her and threw it on the bed before him.

“Wash up. I’ll change the dressing after you’re done.”

He looked at them sceptically.

“They’re mine.” She clarified before he assumed they were an ex’s or something. “Clothes in the men’s section are cheaper and a better oversize.”

He reached for them, the edges of his lips curving into a slight smile. “You don't have them in blue for me?”

Maybe she should just let him die on the streets.

“Don’t let water fall on the wound.” She muttered below her breath as she walked away, finally taking her eyes off him.

Maybe Changkyun showering was not the best idea.

Of course, it helped hygiene wise but watching him walk around her house with his wet hair falling into his eyes, dressed so casually was, to accurately put it, painful. If she thought he looked jump-able in that suit with his hair slick back, the way he looked right now was so devastatingly boyfriend, Na bi wanted to scream into a pillow. Of course unlike that night, she wasn't going to stupidly act on it but having to roll kimbap and pretend not to watch him sit at the table, running his fingers through his wet hair was truly a challenge for her self-control. Please stop.

“I hope you’re okay with kimbap for lunch, it’s kind of the only thing I know how to make.”

He nodded. “I’m not picky.”

Silence took over yet again. Na bi forgot just how little this man initiated conversation but she desperately needed it to happen so her mind would stop wandering to terrible, terrible places.

“What happened after you dropped me home that night?”

“Why Ms. Baek, do you really not remember?”

Na bi could hear the smugness in his voice so she refused to look up and meet his eye. This was going to be a constantly recurring topic, wasn’t it?

“After you left.” She muttered, sharping her knife before cutting up the roll. “Wonho said you didn’t return.”

“You met Wonho?”

“He came to the hospital looking for you... or rather looking for me.” Changkyun’s eyebrows knotted in confusion. “I guess because I was the last one to see you before you disappeared?” She added. “And probably because all your men were getting treated there too.”

Changkyun stared at the knife in her hand. “They were in your hospital?”

Na bi nodded.

“Are they....okay?”

“They were treated on time.” She assured him as she placed the kimbap into a plate. “But they left too soon. Few of them were critical so I don’t know how being out of the hospital is working out for them….”

Was that worry on his face? Na bi set the plate before him but he simply stared out of the window.

“Was Wonho hurt?”

“No.” She sat down across him, pouring herself a glass of orange juice and then for him. “He seemed fine. Just worried about you.”

Changkyun continued to stay silent but Na bi needed more than that.

“What happened after you left that night?”

“I was driving back and then I was attacked.” He finally put a piece of the roll in his mouth. Na bi smiled to herself at his full cheeks while he munched on it before quickly realigning herself in the conversation.

“But you came to me the following night and your wound was quite fresh.”

“I was attacked but I escaped.” He sighed. “I don’t go alone anywhere Ms. Baek, my men were there that night too, tailing us.” Na bi recalled the black cars she saw in the rear-view mirror. “When I was attacked, my men managed to hold them off while I escaped. I was laying low till it I could figure out how to move again but they found me once more and…”

He made a weak stabbing motion with his free hand, making her wince at the imagery.

“So whoever has been going around looking for you has finally found you?”

He stuffed his mouth with yet another piece. “Seems like it.”

“Do you…” Na bi sipped on her drink. “Do you think I ratted you out?” Changkyun raised an eyebrow at her question. “Any sensible person would consider that.”

He shook his head. “As I said earlier, I trust you.”

“You continue to make me question your intelligence Changkyun. You have no reason to trust me-"

"Did you call the cops?” Na bi stared open mouth taken aback by the question. “You knew I’m not a good man. You knew I was in an easy, compromised situation. Yet you saved my life and protected me. So was I wrong to place my trust in you?”

For that, she didn’t really have any explanation to give him. Or herself for that matter. Why didn’t she call the cops? Why didn’t the thought even cross her logical, reasonable mind?

“Give my intelligence a little more credit Ms. Baek,” He smirked, enjoying her rare inability to respond, fingers circling the rim of his cup. “Are you forgetting my men had their eyes on you? I would’ve known if it was you.”

Of course. Now that made sense.

“Looks like they wouldn’t have to anymore though. Now that my identity is out, you are no longer relevant.”

For the first time in very long, Na bi felt a wave of relief - she was finally out of this mess. “So what are you going to do now? What about-"

“That’s for me to worry.” He downed the last of his juice, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"But-"

"Thank you for lunch Ms. Baek.”

And with that, Na bi knew the conversation had ended.

"You did what now?"

Seokmin looked at Na bi with absolute confusion etched all over his face.

"Keep your voice down!" Na bi looked up and down the stairwell of her building where she and Seokmin sat, deep in discussion. After lunch, she had texted him to bring a fresh set of dressing and some pain killers but this time, he refused to do so without receiving an explanation in exchange. So for the last half an hour, she sat with him, going over the events of the last few days of her life, leaving out only Changkyuns name in the process. Somehow, Wonhos warning to never ever take his name was ringing in her head.

"Na bi, this is madness, do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"I know." She sighed. "I know it's madness. I know what I'm doing. I'm just not sure it's the right thing."

Seokmin ran his hands through his hair. "You should've never involved yourself in this mess in the first place."

"It's not like I asked to be kidnapped accidentally-"

"I meant trying to reach out for Ana, going to her house, all of that."

"Seokmin you can't be serious. She was in danger-"

"You barely know her-"

"We barely know any of the people we treat, it doesn't mean we don't?!" She looked at him incredulously. "How was I supposed to sit back and just let someone be in trouble like that?"

"Well, thanks to your greatness, now you're in trouble."

"Not anymore." She mumbled, leaning back against the stairs. "My role's over now. The moment he's out of my house, everything ends - there's nothing left to tie us together."

"Then why is he still in your house?" Na bi stared at her friend wordlessly. "You treated him, he gained consciousness, why aren't you letting him go?.... Are you that attracted to him?"

Na bi rolled her eyes. "How stupid do you think I am Min-ah? Do you realise how shallow I would have to be to put physical attraction towards a person above everything else?"

"Then?"

"I owe him Seokmin. He could have killed me the moment I was picked in place of Ana. He chose to show me mercy that people like him don't necessarily need to have.” She habitually picked the skin around her nail. “I'm just repaying the debt."

"You owed him your life, not loyalty. He saved you, you saved him, now it's even. Why don't you just call the cops and-"

"If I do that and his men find out, they will hunt me down Seokmin." Na bi recollected the fierce devotion Wonho seemed to have for his boss. "Look, he's not a threat to me and I'm going to risk being a threat to him again. I'm just going to change his dressing, observe him tonight and send him on his way tomorrow. I don't plan to lose myself in this plot, I'm not that unreasonable."

Seokmin looked at her like he didn't believe her.

"I swear." She laughed. "After tonight, it's all over."

"For you," Seokmin sighed. "Poor Ana, god knows how she is. I mean, I don’t know her well enough either but I always thought her company was shady."

"Her company?"

"There was a guy who used to visit her in the hospital often. I don't know who he is, just that he always seemed to be dressed in suits? It's unusual for men to wear suits when it's 40 degrees you know? And they always looked so branded and perfectly tailored...."

Seokmin's voice faded away as an image of Changkyun in his suit flashed in her head. Of course it couldn't have been him, he didn't even know Ana. But Ana knew him. Other than Na bi, she was the only one who knew who Changkyun was. If his enemies caught up to him, did that mean they found her?

".... and the children really loved that" Seokmin looked at her. "Are you even listening?"

"I need to go." Na bi took the bag from him, and wrapped him in a quick hug. "Thanks Min-ah, I owe you!" She shouted as she ran up the stairs.

"I wish you would stop owing people for gods sake!" He screamed after her before his voice drowned out.

When she entered her apartment, Changkyun was sitting at the table, flipping through one of her books, lost in the words. He didn't look up even when she walked in, set the bag on the kitchen counter and started to empty it. It was only when she was looking around for the scissors that she realised that the counter was clean and her dishes were washed. Did he....

"It's in the drawer." He finally looked up. "The scissors."

Na bi pulled it open, finally spotting it and grabbing hold. (The bullets she had hidden were still right there, beneath the chopsticks.) Watching him struggle with his shirt, she walked over to help him, but he managed to pull it off. Standing behind him she got to work, slowly removing his current dressing and taking a look at his stiches.

"It looks fine. I think I'll changing the dressing once again tomorrow morning and you should be good to go."

Changkyun nodded and silence took over once again.

"You were right. I did save your life," She felt his eyes flicker towards her over his shoulder. "I’m a doctor and I did my job. But….." She began disinfecting his wound. "I have no reason not to call the cops."

Changkyun remained silent, letting her continue.

"I no longer need you to look out for my safety and I don't really have any reason to protect you so I can just have you arrested." She ripped open a bandage roll, unravelling it. "But I won't. If you do me a favour."

"I didn't realise you and I have come down to making deals with each other Ms. Baek." His voice once again betrayed no emotion, but it was hard. "That our relationship is one of business."

"What other relationship can you and I possibly share?" She questioned, not really sure what she was expecting in response as she tied the cloth around his torso.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally asked. "What is it that you want?"

"Find Ana." Na bi stepped back, removing her gloves as he turned to face her. "If I'm safe and you're compromised it means whoever is after you managed to get to Ana - she was the only other source to get you. She may not be relevant or important to you but she is to me. So when I let you walk away from here freely, promise me you'll do whatever you can to find her."

"Promises are empty words Ms. Baek."

"Not for me."

He stared at her for longer than a moment before he nodded.

"I will do what I can."

For some reason, she decided to take his word for it.

Na bi handed him a fresh shirt, her father's old button down this time for more ease, grabbing the other one to throw in the wash along with all her sheets that were stained with his blood. When something dropped from the pile, she bent to pick it up, hands reaching for a pack of cigarettes.

"Smoking is injurious to health." She handed it to him, disapproving.

He chuckled. "Trust me, of all the things that's injurious to me, this is the least."

Na bi rolled her eyes. "Just don't smoke when I'm home please." She threw the load in the washer as he walked up to the couch, sinking into it. "I’ll be going out for dinner in a while anyways."

It wasn't like she was expecting him to ask anything further, but when he didn't, she added on her own. "I have to meet a friend, I couldn’t say no but I can order take out for you before I go if you want?"

He hummed, not looking up from his book, yet again lost in the words. Knowing the conversation was over yet again, Na bi resorted to her pending work - throwing on a fresh pair of sheets, changing the towels and drying the finished load in the balcony.

The entire time, Changkyun was fast asleep. He had barely gotten through a page before he passed out on the couch, curling up in its warmth. Na bi might have been busy but she did keep an eye on him. It was only when Mingyu texted her the location of their dinner that she diverted her attention. He had messaged her earlier in the morning too, reminding her of tonight's plan making her contemplate whether or not she should go. She was concerned about leaving Changkyun alone but then again, neither was he a child nor anyone important enough for her to put her personal life on hold. She replied that she was looking forward to seeing him, yet she somehow forgot all about it till a while go.

Dropping on the bed, hair fanning around she googled the location Mingyu sent. It looked classy and high end, enough to make her uneasy. Not that she didn't enjoy an occasional splurge but she wasn't sure if Mingyu and her were close enough yet for this kind of indulgence, it felt more like a 3rd or 4th date kind of place. And more importantly, she wasn't sure anything in her wardrobe would match this ambience. Groaning as she got up, Na bi sat before her cupboard, scouring through her clothes, picking out a few options. Looking over to make sure Changkyun was still asleep, she tried them on one by one, again and again, finally settling for a figure-hugging red dress that stopped mid-thigh. Realising she might run late, she quickly hopped into the shower for a quick wash then dried and styled her hair into a loose bun and even put on a little more makeup than her usual eyeliner and lip tint combination. Slipping on her dress, she struggled with the zip, trying all possible ways to reach for it on her lower back when she felt a presence behind her, slowly zipping her up.

"Dinner with a friend?" Na bi watched Changkyun's eyes trail down her figure then up, meeting her eye in the mirror across, her cheeks reddening under his gaze. So he was listening to her.

It wasn’t like she owed him any answers or explanation but he since he always seemed to answer her questions, she shook her head honestly. "It's a date."

Maybe they looked at each other for too long or maybe the sun was setting really quickly, but soon enough, dark shadows started to blurr everything around. It was only when the doorbell rang that Na bi pulled herself away from him and rushed to the door to collect the take out she had ordered.

"It’s pork cutlets." She placed it on the table before walking around him, avoiding his eye, as she grabbed her purse and threw on a few last-minute accessories for a little gold accent. "Make sure you eat on time and if you don't like it then there's instant ramen in the- ow!"

She rubbed her head where she knocked right into his chest, hurrying about around her house. As she peaked at him through one eye, he moved closer to her, making her eyes blow wide open as she walked back till her knees hit the back of the table, trapping her between it and him. Na bi swallowed on nothing as he bent to meet her at her eye level and with a swift move pulled the pin out of her hair, letting her waves fall loosely. She held her breath as he ran his fingers ran through her hair, draping it over her shoulder.

What was wrong with him? Why was he being so....territorial? Since the last two days, Na bi had constantly been wondering - was it only her who felt this undeniable attraction or did he feel the same way? Sometimes, she felt he couldn't care less, like he didn’t feel an ounce of what she did, but sometimes, like right now, when he looked at her like nothing else existed, she didn’t know anymore. Was he indifferent or was simply displaying extreme self-control, she couldn’t tell.

"Your scar still hasn't healed." He ran his finger over Wonho's little knife wound, before adjusting her hair to cover it. Oh. Was that all?

Apparently it was, because after that he walked around the table and started going through his take out like she didn't even exist anymore. Na bi stared wordlessly. Of course, look at him, hot mafia boss of the underworld - he probably had a whole bunch of a whole lot more attractive women at his beck and call, someone like her would barely matter. Yet the way he kissed her that night felt.....

Shaking the spiralling thoughts off her mind, Na bi put on her heels and grabbed a coat from the stand. It was only when she took a pencil from between her books and twisted her hair back into a bun that he finally looked at her again. Not giving him anymore attention, she took one last look at herself in the mirror and stepped out of her house, determined to make her way to the man waiting for her downtown - A man she had no doubt was truly attracted to her.

"I've never had this wine before but it tastes so familiar."

"Do you like it?"

Na bi nodded taking a sip but immediately shook her head when Mingyu offered to pour her another glass.

"I have to go to work tomorrow and more importantly, the board is gathering to take disciplinary action against me. I can't show up hungover."

Mingyu looked at her concerned, setting the bottle down. "I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that."

She truly didn't. From what she heard from Seokmin, she was most likely going to face a two- or three-week suspension for her "inadequate handling of the emergency room" yesterday. Bullshit. The attending was simply taking out her anger over Na bi's unprompted takeover of the emergency room when her incompetent son froze in the face of responsibility. Now using the excuse of Changkyun’s men's escape, she was trying to settle score in her own twisted way.

"Did you not go to work today though?" Mingyu looked at her over his glass. "I picked this place cause it was close to your hospital. I was going to offer to walk you from there."

"Oh." Na bi's mind ran through the list of all possible excuses, picking the worst one possible. "Yeah, I called in sick, terrible case of food poisoning, diarrhea and all."

Way to go Na bi, she chided herself. She was capable of a lot of things but telling a decent lie was just not one of them.

Mingyus face scrunched in worry. "Oh, maybe we should have pushed dinner to another day, I can cancel the seafood-"

"Relax" She patted his arm. "I feel fine now, your date is quite the tough girl."

The moment the words left her mouth, she pursed her lips, putting her glass down. Enough Na bi. She couldn't make a fool of herself yet again. That was the reason when the waiter brought wine to the table, Na bi immediately refused. Mingyu insisted, saying he had asked for this bottle in particular because he heard good things about it and convinced her to try a glass, which then turned into two and here she was, sprouting nonsense as usual. Mingyu though looked rather pleased with her words and surely had something to say in return when his phone started ringing. He cut the call.

"That's the third call you're declining." Na bi observed. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"It's just work." He murmured.

"Aren't your work hours for the day over?"

"Is a cop ever really off duty?" He chuckled, unlocking his phone to drop a quick text. Na bi reminded herself for the tenth time that night that she was sitting right across a member of law enforcement while a criminal munched on pork cutlets in her house. Why again did she think this dinner was a good idea?

"Do you enjoy your work?"

He nodded. "I won't lie, there are days where it gets overwhelming but end of the day, there's something satisfying about saving lives. You should know."

"I wouldn't. I save humans, not cats stuck on trees." She joked and Mingyu laughed.

"I could have you arrested for that Doctor."

"I dare you Officer." She grinned, downing the last of her wine. "Indulge me, what's the most interesting case you've seen in your career?"

"That's what you want to talk about on this, as you called it, date?"

"Would you rather exchange favourite colours and songs?"

He laughed shaking his head before slipping into thought. "I guess, the diamond robbery two years ago? Me and my buddy were the ones who caught the thief in the end. I got shot on the job too." He pointed at his shoulder. "What's your crazy work story?"

"Last year I pulled a 48 hour shift in the ER because of a terrible accident where two buses crashed into each other. The rains those days were so terrible, all 80 patients were taken to the closet hospital which happened to be ours and along with about 20 nurses, I was the only doctor on call." She took a bite of her pasta. "We saved 78 of them."

"Wow." Mingyu breathed impressed. "That must've been intense. I remember those rains last year, they were truly a hazard." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I was a part of the rescue operation for a building that collapsed. Pulled a three-day shift if I remember right."

"Wait, I was there too." Na bi added, surprised. "I wasn't really helpful though - my colleague and I were trying to get someone out from the rubble when someone moved the foundation and we ended up trapped inside for almost 2 days. I, unfortunately, needed to be admitted in the ER after that." She laughed.

Mingyu gaped at her, raising his hands in defeat. "Okay doctor, you win the crazy work story competition." He poured himself and her another glass. "I, unfortunately, am not one of the cool TV show cops with tons of stories to tell."

"Me neither." Na bi laughed. "That's pretty much all I have too. Maybe now we both can add '40 gangsters walking into the ER in broad daylight' to the list."

"I still can't believe that happened." He chewed on his food slowly. "Gang fights in Seoul, its like the 2000s again. My superiors at work talk about those times a lot - they were part of the 2011 WipeOut, and man, quite the story that is."

Na bi propped her head on her interlocked hands, ears perking for this conversation. Mingyu laughed at her curiosity.

"I don't know much details, just that back in the day, Seoul was drowning in crime - drugs, trafficking, money laundering, extortion, you name it. Mafia from Hong Kong and Japan have been here for decades, simply lurking around without much influence but these guys? They were locals, men who built and climbed their way into power so silently that by the time they were on top, they were pretty unstoppable. They were 3 of them - kingpin, the boss, the blackjack, the underboss and bigbucks, the consigliere. Together they quite literally showed the police force of this city what hell would look like on Earth." Seeing how she was ignoring her meal, Mingyu nudged her to take a bite before he continued. "It took a five year long undercover operation to finally get them. The crime branch slowly infiltrated the mafia and then in 2011, there was a big bust where many of them were thrown behind bars and the mafia was finally wiped out for good."

"Was it?" Na bi avoided meeting his eye as she focused on poking her salad. "Do you think the mafia no longer exists in Seoul?"

Mingyu looked at her like she said something ridiculous. "Of course it doesn't! I wouldn't say the city is entirely crime free, I mean you saw what happened just yesterday, but they are all just small-time criminals. I know for a fact that the mafia as an organisation no longer exists in Seoul. It can't."

If only he knew.

Na bi chewed on her food for long after that to avoid talking. Changkyun was right when he said nobody knew of him; evidently even the cops were clueless of his existence. Now someone had entered his playing field, pulled him out of his rat hole and was wreaking havoc out in the open already. Who could it possibly be?

The rest of the dinner was filled with casual conversation and laughter. Mingyu was a sweet guy - he was built like a Greek god, he made good conversation and was surprisingly witty and funny too, nothing short of perfect. Maybe on another day, Na bi would have taken more initiative but today unfortunately and to her own annoyance, Chankgyun was all that was on her mind, so the moment desert was done, she asked for the bill. Despite her refusal, Mingyu offered to drop her home insisting it was late and when Na bi got up from the table and felt her head spin a little, she took him up on that. She should have stopped with that second glass of wine.

During the drive, Mingyu sweetly let her play her playlist, genuinely enjoying her choice of songs and singing along rather loudly. Thank god for him, or given how both the wine and almost 2 days of lack of sleep was weighing down on her, she was sure to have passed out in his car. When they reached her building, he got off first, walking over to open the door for her and as Na bi stepped out, she looked up at her apartment, breath hitching in her throat.

The lights were off.

Reading her face Mingyu followed her line of vision asking if everything was okay and she shook it off saying it was. Had Changkyun left? His wound wasn't as severe and it wasn't like he would be helpless without her but something about him disappearing in her absence made her uneasy.

"Are you sure?" Mingyu asked again frowning, seeing her lost in thought.

She nodded. "Thank you for dinner today, I really had a good time." She walked a step back, watching Mingyu frozen on the spot and realised he was probably hoping she would invite him up but Na bi really could not bring herself to. Not tonight, not after the last few days she had, and not with both wine and a strange disappointment coursing through her system.

"I would invite you up but uh.....I think the.... diarrhea is kicking in again, it wouldn't be right-"

"Anyone ever tell you that you're a horrible liar doctor?" Mingyu laughed. "It's alright, I get it. It's okay if you're not interested-“

"I am." Na bi walked back to him, placing a soft peck on his cheek. "I do like you. I do want to do this again, and more. Just not tonight, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise." He tucked the strands that were escaping her bun. "You shouldn't."

Putting aside everything in the world that seemed like a problem right now, Na bi pulled him by his dinner jacket, tiptoeing against his figure and kissed him. Mingyu froze, just for a second before his hands found her waist and kissed her back with a hint of desperation that reminded her of that night in the bar. Under the moonlight, on a quiet street, kissing a man who was enamoured by her, Na bi knew she should be savouring the moment a lot more but to her own dismay, she couldn't.

"Goodnight officer." She whispered against his mouth, walking back towards her building, taking one last look at his giddy smile.

"Goodnight doctor."

When she opened the door to her house, every other emotion she felt tonight dissipated. She was met with the silent darkness that she was used to coming home to but didn't expect to return to tonight. Sighing, she put her purse and coat on the table with and kicked off her heels before walking into her house, turning on the night lights. Dragging herself in, she threw herself into the freshly made bed before frowning and looking around.

Did he....

Na bi wasn't really a very messy person but earlier tonight she didn't have the time to reorganise everything, nor did she have the desire to hang out any longer around the very confusing energy she was getting from Changkyun. She had left the house rather annoyed that she would have to come back to a mess but now that she looked around, her clothes, her make up, her shoes, everything was back in its place and there was only one person who could have done it. Na bi scoffed not knowing what exactly to feel about this man - he seemed considerate enough to clean up after her but at the same didn't care enough to let her know before he disappeared. Half burying her face into the sheets, she let her eyes shut, recalling what he looked like right before she left. That was the last time she saw him. That was the last time she will ever see him.

Or maybe not.

Na bi wasn't really sure how long she was asleep but the touch of something soft on her face suddenly woke her up. Half confused, half terrified, her eyes fluttered open, catching sight of Changkyun's face hovering over hers, making her bite back a scream.

"You.." She scrambled in her sheets, sitting up. "You didn't leave?"

He looked perplexed. "Didn’t you ask me not to?"

Na bi swallowed the phantom lump in her throat looking around. How did she miss him? "The lights were off, you weren't here when I came back..."

"I prefer the dark." He confessed moving away as she got to her feet. "I was out in the balcony, getting some air when I heard you come back."

Na bi walked over and peered out of the glass of her balcony doors, looking at the buildings across. "You shouldn't have, you could have been seen...." She trailed off staring at the road realising that if Changkyun was standing here, he probably saw her and Mingyu…… But, did it matter if he did?

"You didn't remove your make up." He walked up to her and held out the wipe in his hand. "I thought I could..."

Muttering a thanks, Na bi took it from him, fidgeting with it in her hand, letting the loud silence take over as she wiped her off makeup slowly. Why was there suddenly a strange tension lingering in the air? It felt like that night again she confessed she was attracted to him - the hesitation to see who would make the first move, the uncertainty about anything even happening, everything felt so familiar. When Na bi turned to casually glance at Changkyun, he was already looking at her.

"You have..." His hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing against her lower lip, removing the last traces of her gloss. Na bi held her breath, eyes searching his for a clear answer once again. She still couldn't find a no.

When his hand wouldn't part from her, her body leaned in, lips reaching for his when he tilted her face up, frowning.

"Ms. Baek, did you drink?"

"Just a little wine." She confessed, reaching for him again, only to meet with resistance.

"Then maybe you shouldn't-"

"You're not even a little bit attracted to me are you?" Na bi pulled herself away from him, giving herself some much-needed space. What was wrong with her, why couldn't she see? He didn’t ever initiate anything and every time she did, he only stopped her. What else did she need to hear to get it into her thick skull - he was not interested. "I'm sorry, I should just-"

"You think I'm not attracted to you?" Changkyun took a step towards her, making her take one back. "I might have zipped you up in that dress but the moment I saw you in it, I wanted nothing more than to rip it off you."

Na bi’s eyes widened. What?

"When you said my name for the first time, I wanted nothing more than to make you say it over and over and over again."

Her back hit the wall behind her as he caged her between his arms, hands pressed into the concrete by her side.

"Every time I see you it takes every nerve in my being to stop myself from......" He licked his lips eyes flickering down to hers. "From doing this, you have no fucking idea."

"Why do you stop yourself?" She whispered. Did this mean he too wanted…..

"Because you deserve better Ms. Baek." He let his hands fall to his side. "I'm not a good man-"

Na bi rolled her eyes. How chivalrous. "Yeah well, who's trying to marry you and have your kids?" Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, she pulled him closer to her. "I don't care about anything else as long as you don't rip the dress." She bit her lip, drawing his eyes to it again. "I like this one."

Changkyun cocked his head at her and for the first time, she could read him clear as day - he was giving her one last chance to back out. She tightened her grip on the fabric, reiterating that she didn’t want to. Go ahead.

Hands on her waist he spun her around, pressing her against the wall, fingers caressing the bare skin of her back as he unzipped her antagonisingly slow, mouth at the shell of her ear. "Please don't fall in love with me Ms. Baek."

Feeling him move away from her Na bi turned to see him stepping back, watching her. Slipping the fabric off her shoulders, she let the dress pool at her feet, before kicking it away. All she was left in was the black lingerie she had worn - quite frankly it was one of the simpler ones she owned but something hungrily darkened in Changkyun's eyes at the sight of it. Smiling to herself she walked up to him and worked the buttons of his shirt as he captured her lips in his once again, a lot more aggressive this time, making her legs literally go weak. As she stripped the shirt off his body, she felt his hand slip past the hem of her panties, down between her legs, fingers easily sliding between the wetness of her folds, making her moan softly into his mouth.

"Sweetheart, you're soaked." He smiled at the effect he seemed to have on her. "Do you want me that bad?"

Na bi looked at him with pupils practically blown in lust, and pulled on the drawstring of his pajamas, letting a finger run down over the tent in his pants, earning a satisfactory, low growl in return.

"I do." She answered honestly, sliding her hand into his pants, wrapping it around his hard length. "And looks like you do too."

Tugging her hand off him, Changkyun dragged her as he sank into the couch behind him, pulling her onto his lap. It was only when he winced in pain when she straddled him that Na bi realised-

"Changkyun your stitches," His mouth latched onto her neck, littering with kisses and bites. "We shouldn't-"

"Doesn't matter."

He unclasped her bra, sliding it off her, sending it somewhere across the room before he took her nipple in his mouth in a way that made her see stars.

"But...." She tried moving away when his tongue ran across her skin, making her melt back into him. "But if they rip.... I'll have to suture you again-."

"Then do it."

Mouth not leaving her breast, he guided her hips against his length, a loud moan escaping her.

"We've run out of anaesthetic, without it it’ll hurt like hell-"

"Then let it."

A shiver ran down her spine as he slid his hand between their bodies, slipping two fingers inside her, opening her up for him.

"Changkyun please," Her nails dug into his bicep as she felt that delicious stretch. "We can't.... we shouldn't-"

He let her go, pushing his fingers into her mouth instead, making her taste herself, he leaned in. "Ride me." He whispered, and that was all it took for Na bi's resolve to break.

Pushing aside her panties as he pulled himself out of his pants, she let him in, slowly sinking down on his length, finally claiming him for herself. She knew she wasn't prepped enough but she didn't expect to feel this full of him as she stilled, lips parting wordlessly.

"Fuck if this isn't so worth it." His wet fingers trailed down her neck, between her breasts, hands grabbing her hips once again and pushing her further down, making her whimper against him. Oh lord.

"Sweetheart-" Changkyun groaned as she clenched around him. "You need to move. I might just..."

Head thrown back, holding onto his shoulders to support herself, Na bi slowly let herself move up and down his length, the feeling easing in as she found a rhythm. All that mattered was him in her, his hands on her, his mouth exploring every inch, as she buried him in herself again and again and again-

"Look at you taking me so well." He grabbed her face, forcing her to meet his eye as she threaded her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. "It's like you were made for me."

Na bi nodded in agreement as she felt the knot inside her starting to tighten and the strength of her legs weaken.

"Changkyun please.." She begged and he immediately complied, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her against him as he snapped his hips up, fastening the pace.

"You're not going to come till I do are you sweetheart?" Na bi shook her head, knowing it was more of a warning than a question. "Good girl." He whispered against her ear, earning an absolutely unholy moan as he hit all the right spots.

"Please, please, please-" She whimpered no longer able hold herself back. "Please let me come."

"You're doing so well sweetheart, just a little longer." He promised. "Where do you want me to-"

"Inside." She moaned, mouth practically watering at the thought of him emptying himself in her, filling her up. Pressing her forehead against his, Na bi looked into his eyes, getting lost in them as he fucked her into oblivion. His words from earlier rang in her head - Please don't fall in love with me Ms. Baek.

She shut her eyes trying to shut him out. She won't. She couldn't possibly.....

And when she opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the stars stuck on her ceiling and a strange unfulfilled emptiness between her legs.

She was still in her bed, fully dressed, not having moved even an inch since she threw herself onto it.

Was that all.... a dream?

As detailed images of her imagination flashed in her head Na bi groaned into her bed, curling up in shame. Of course none of that was real; just how desperate did she have to be for her subconscious to conjure something like that? How was she ever going to face him again? Not that she would ever have to, now that he was gone-

"Ms. Baek?"

Na bi immediately sat up at the sound of his voice, eyes falling on him standing by her kitchen in the dim light of her house. No, no, not another one. She pinched her arm to give herself a reality check, wincing in pain when it hurt. So he really was here?

"You- you were here all along?" She tried not to look at him as she slid off her bed.

"I was in the shower."

"Ah." Na bi finally pieced it all together - the lights, his absence. "I didn't see you when I got back.... I... uh thought you left."

"Didn't you ask me not to?"

Na bi froze at his choice of words, an echo of her imagination. God please don't let this be a dream, she couldn't possibly survive another one.

"But I'm going to have to leave now." He continued, getting her attention again. "My men have a lead on Ana."

"They found her?"

"Not yet, but they are closing in on her location." He tucked his hands into his pockets. "So I should go. I promised someone that I'd do what I can to find her."

Na bi blinked at him confused till she realised he was talking about her. Oh.

"I didn't want to leave without letting you know so I was waiting for you to wake up."

Na bi felt her heart race in her chest. Please don't fall in love with me Ms. Baek.

Thinking reasonably, she grabbed a paper, the pencil from her bun, and scribbled the names of a few medicines before handing it to him. "These should help with any pain."

He stared at her for just a bit before stashing it away in his pocket with a nod, walking to the door and turning as though to let her see him one last time.

Will I ever see you again?

She let the question remain unasked, lost in the silence between them. Now that they had nothing to do with each other anymore, Na bi wondered if they would run into each other for the third time - maybe then she'll finally have to start believing in fate.

And as fate had it, just over 10 days later, Na bi found herself frantically running down a street and just as she reached the corner, a black van pulled up next to her, history repeating itself as she was shoved into the darkness.

Next chapter

#changkyun series #changkyun smut #changkyun angst #monsta x series #monsta x smut #monsta x angst #im chankgyun #kim mingyu #monsta x changkyun #seventeen Mingyu #Chankgyun #mingyu #seventeen series

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moondust-imagines · 4 months

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Ink pt.4 (Christian Cage x Reader)

Not me bringing this back after months 😅

Masterlist

“Y/n has your name on her shoulder” Nick blurted out. They were all gathered in Christian’s locker room, aside from Killswitch. Your tattoo had been playing on his mind for days since you had helped him with his tie. How could two people be so close as to get each other’s names permanently on their skin but never speak a word to each other? He couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“Nick! Don’t be so nosy” Shayna chastised him. He curled in on himself preparing for another long scolding from his mother. Before she could start, Christian held his hand up to quiet her.

“It’s alright, young boys always have questions” He said before turning towards Nick.

“We spent a lot of time together, me and her. But she was stupid, she didn’t listen to me. Now she’ll never wrestle again” He explained “So, if you’re smart, you’ll listen to every word I say”

Nick nodded quickly not wanting to cause any more trouble. Christian tapped on his phone slightly too aggressively. He doesn’t like thinking about you. He doesn’t want to feel guilty about what happened, he was in the right, he knows he is. But every time he heard your name a pit grew in his stomach.

Maybe one day you’ll see his side of things. You’ll understand that he was just looking out for you because he loves you. He’s tried to find anyone that makes him feel like you do, no one even comes close. You make him question if this is even all worth it, losing his friends and fans for the money. When he’s not even got you to spend it on.

You cursed out loud as your phone died in your hand. Damn modern technology and the fact it was now 100 times harder for you to get back to the hotel. Adam had left already so catching a ride with him wasn’t happening. Hopefully there were still some stragglers hanging around the arena you could catch a ride home with.

The longer you walked around trying to find anyone, the more panicked you got. You couldn’t even find a damn charger never mind a ride. As you turned down another corridor, one of the doors to a temporary office opened, Tony Khan and Christian wandering out of it.

“Hey Y/n, you still here?” Tony smiled politely.

“Yeah, my phone died so I can’t call an uber.” You grumbled

“I can give you a ride” Christian seemed to jump at the chance. You internally cringed at the thought of being stuck in a car with him but what other choice did you have.

“Oh I’m sure your car is pretty full, I’m sure there’s someone else around” You tried to talk your way out of it.

“No, Shayna and Nick left already. It’s just me” He shrugged. Tony was obviously itching to get away from this awkward conversation and quietly excused himself.

“Come on y/n, I don’t bite” Christian sighed

“Alright fine” You huffed.

You silently followed him to his car, trailing slightly too far behind for him to even try and make conversation. You slid into the passenger seat without a word, not even meeting his gaze for a second. You noticed a scrunchie wrapped around his rear view mirror and raised your eyebrows. Maybe him and Shayna were closer than you thought.

“She forgot it” Christian muttered, noticing where you were staring. You blushed a little, slightly embarrassed you had been caught. You shouldn’t be jealous that he had moved on, what claim did you have on him now?

“It’s just a scrunchie, Y/n. It doesn’t mean anything” He sighed as if he could sense you overthinking.

“I know” You mumbled, turning your head to stare out the window. Silence hung in the air awkwardly, neither of you wanted to break it.

“It’s fine, if you are….. together. It’s none of my business” You said slowly. He chuckled dismissively, shaking his head.

“Correct, it’s not your business.” He snapped “But, for the record, we’re not”

Silence fell over the car once more. Part of you wanted to rip him a new one, for all the hurt he’s caused these last few years. Another part of you just wanted to fall back into his arms, some delusional piece of your brain was convinced you could fix him.

“Want to go get something to eat?”

The restaurant was far too fancy for a late night road trip meal. But Christian insisted, he doesn’t waste his time in ‘low-rate’ places anymore. The awkwardness was starting to fade away, his defensiveness was failing. He was starting to act like the old Christian again.

“So that Nick kid, you think he’s got potential?” You asked

“I see a lot of myself in him but he’s young. We’ll see” He shrugged

“Building a legacy huh?” You half joked

“Yeah, I thought we would’ve built that together” He sighed

“You’re the one who left, Christian” You replied quietly

“You’re the one who couldn’t listen to me” He huffed. You felt anger bubble in your chest but you forced it down, not here. You refused to make a scene.

“How is your back, really?” He asked after a long beat of silence.

“Good as it will ever be” You mumbled, pushing around the food on your plate with your fork. You could feel him watching you, bile burned the back of his throat as he remembered watching you leave that arena.

“I… should’ve went to the hospital with you” He said quietly. He refused to apologise, he wasn’t wrong: he couldn’t be wrong. He saw you freeze for a moment as you processed his words.

“Do you wanna get desert or hit the road?” You asked

Once Christian had parked the car and handed you your bag from the trunk, you thought he would strut away. But he hovered for a second.

“I guess I’ll see you around then?” He said with an uncharacteristic shrug of his shoulders.

“Uh yeah. Thanks again for the ride, and dinner” You replied with a polite smile.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it” He waved his hand dismissively as he finally walked away.

He struggled to sleep that night, he lay staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. It bothered him that you were so uncomfortable around him. He was still your Christian, somewhere in his soul. It also bothered him that there was no way to fix your relationship. Not anymore.

#aew imagine #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagine

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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Night Changes

synopsis; in which you and your idol boyfriend have a serious conversation during a car ride where the end destination will change your life forever.

pairing; idol!jungkook x non-idol!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, drabble, idol au

warnings; mild angst in the form of reader being insecure, and reader having a minor panic attack, but dw cause koo is here to kiss it all better 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 1,042

a/n; LOOK AT THOSE ARMS. ok bye.

this is part of an ongoing random gif inspired drabble series. you can find other short fics to read like this here

A tattooed hand caresses your inner thigh lovingly, thumb rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming your nerves.

It helps, a little.

Your hand lands above his, head lolling onto your boyfriend’s shoulder who then lays his head lightly upon yours. No words are said.

When you tilt your head up to look at Jungkook, you see his eyes are already on yours. The streetlights that pass along the street are your only source of light in the darkness of the backseat of the unmarked, black SUV you’re both currently sitting in.

Each time the light passes, you’re able to glimpse at the perfection of his face, and you wonder exactly how you got so lucky to be in this position. His eyes soften the longer he looks at you, voice barely above a whisper as he fills the silence.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You chew on your bottom lip nervously, something he immediately brings his thumb up to gently pry your lips open and stop you from doing. You lightly nip at his fingertip, and he chuckles, but it doesn’t keep the worried frown from forming on his usually cheerful face.

“You shouldn’t frown, koo. You’ll gain wrinkles.”

He gives you a deadpanned look, and you suck in a breath, before exhaling slowly. A bump in the road that causes the car to jolt harshly, makes his grip on your thigh tighten considerably. Your nerves skyrocket.

He notices your body become stiff, it only fuels his worries.

“They’re going to love you. You have nothing to be afraid of, y/n. You’re perfect.”

“And you, my dear, are biased.”

He tsks, shaking his head defiantly.

“So what if I am? Y/N, the boys love you, the team loves you, my parents already want to adopt you–,” you snort at that, fully aware of just how much his parents want you two to get married in the future and give them ‘precious grand babies’.

“They don’t want me, they want my womb.”

He scrunches his nose in disgust, but doesn’t deny it at all. It makes you laugh out loud, a genuine smile appearing on your face for the first time since you left his apartment — climbing into the backseat of this car, the resounding slam of the car door shutting behind you affirming the choice you both decided on only a few days prior.

“What if they don’t like me though?”

He squeezes your hand reassuringly, about to open his mouth and spew countless reasons why ARMY would adore you – that is, until the driver disrupts your conversation to let you know you’ll be arriving at your destination in five minutes.

He can visibly see the panicked look on your face, feel the way your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly. Realizing you’re on the verge of having a panic attack, he thinks quickly, the only solution on his mind being one thing.

Letting go of your thigh, he shifts positions in his seat to angle his body towards you, both hands coming up to cup your cheeks and crash his lips against yours.

The sudden kiss takes your breath away momentarily, and you allow yourself to indulge in the moment, reciprocating the kiss with a fervor. What starts out as a fiery kiss, gradually dims to a few light pecks as he finally pulls away from you, still keeping his grip on your face as he gazes into your eyes with nothing but pure love and adoration.

His lip ring seems on the verge of popping out with how wide his smile is, and you can’t stop yourself from mimicking it to the best of your ability. Leaning his forehead against yours he counts quietly backwards from ten.

As soon as he hits one, your breathing becomes normal once again, body sagging with relief as you melt into his hold. His hands drop to encase you in a warm embrace, him murmuring sweet nothings into your hair and promises of a lovely time.

The car rolls to a silent stop, the murmuring of the crowd that lines the path you’ll be taking reaches your ears from the outside and for a moment Jungkook thinks you might get cold feet, but then — the next time he sees your face it’s full of confidence and acceptance for what’s about to happen.

“Are you ready?” He does his best not to sound too excited, but the way he fidgets in his seat restlessly let’s you know exactly how much he’s been anticipating what’s to come in mere seconds.

How much not only your relationship would change, but your life as well.

With a nod of confirmation from you, he knocks on the car window with three consecutive taps of his knuckles.

The chauffeur opens the door.

Jungkook steps out first, smoothing down his outfit and turning to extend his hand for you to take. The crowd buzzes with excitement on who he’s waiting for, questions being shouted out in quick succession all around. He pays them no mind, however, his only focus being on you.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t hesitate or have second thoughts in that moment, a million scenarios running through your mind of how the night could turn out if you choose to take the leap and step out of the safety of the car and it’s darkness.

It’s anonymity.

But, as you look into his beautiful brown eyes, you realize what your choice will be. With one last deep exhale, you lay your hand on top of his and remember the words he whispered not even minutes ago and use them to propel you forward and allow him to guide you out of the car with graceful ease.

Standing next to him you’re poised with charm and elegance. There’s an immediate loud uproar coming from reporters and fans alike once they get a good look at you two together, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as he steers you both down the long, red carpet. Thousands of camera shutters click, and lights flash, though your gaze never falters from his.

‘—but there’s nothing to be afraid of,

cause even when the night changes,

it will never change me and you.’

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Sweet inspiration - The end

@kenkopanda-art <3

AO3 link

Pairing: CEO!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: romance, fluff, modern AU, fluff, falling in love, cute, tattooed reader, sweet, plot development, wedding, touching moment, talks of injury, talks of PTSD, baby, timeskips.

Concept: Levi makes your wedding dress and you're recovering from surgery. You try it on and slow dance with Levi. You finally get married in the country you met and have a sweet moment together along with loving vows. Levi is then doing a photoshoot with his baby boy in his cute little onesie.

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Levi pushed your wedding dress slowly and watched the sewing machine needle do its job. He pulled the dress towards him and used the scissors to remove the excess. He winced as his right hand started to ache. He dropped the scissors to the side and hissed at the pain. He shook his hand and looked at it to see the scar was still in the pink phase.

Levi let out a long sigh and knew that his hand had given up for the day and he needed to stop sewing for the day. He trace the line on the palm of his hand and sighed. He’d had a few nightmares since what happened, but they faded when you got sicker. Levi was so focused on getting you better.

You were healing well and were sent home quickly. He watched over you and started to notice you were struggling to grip things with your left hand. The pain became less and you could barely feel anything in your hand and arm. Levi was panicked but you tried to calm him. Eventually, he took you to the hospital and you both discovered that Layla had stabbed you a few times in the wrong place and messed up connections in your arm.

He moved to the bedroom to see you sleeping on your front with your back on show. He welled up at the pink scars of the stabs. His eyes dragged to your bandaged-up left shoulder. He sat on the bed and placed his hand on your hot back. It was the middle of the day, but you were exhausted from the surgeries and the healing.

You opened your eyes as you felt Levi’s hand on your back. You hummed and turned your head with a soft smile on your face. “Hey, Levi.”

He lay on his side and smiled at you. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

“You want something to eat?”

You nodded weakly. “Yeah.”

He put his arms around you and helped you to sit up. “You in pain?”

You hummed as you listened to your body. “A little.”

He kissed your cheek and smiled. “I’ll get you the right meds.”

You grabbed him. “Could you help me change first?”

He nodded and helped you out of bed. “You can’t wear a bra yet, okay?”

“I know.”

“You want me to put on the chest binding?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’ll tame the titties.”

Levi chuckled and softly put the binding on you. “All done.”

You smiled at him. “Kiss.”

He blushed a little. “Kiss?”

You nodded and tapped your lips. “I want kisses.” You gripped his shirt a little. “Please?”

He leaned closer and pressed his lips against yours. He smiled against your lips and tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and moaned as he explored your mouth. He pulled back and saw the lovesick look on your face. He smiled and softly kissed your lips. “Ready?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He pulled on a shirt of his and some comfy jogging bottoms. “There we go, my love.” He helped you to your feet. “Let’s get you to the sofa.”

You let out a long sigh before walking with Levi to the living room. “Have you been sewing?”

“Yeah.”

You held his right hand and traced the scar. “You got to be careful.”

He kissed your cheek. “I am. I stopped as soon as it hurt. Besides, I want to make your wedding dress.” He smiled softly. “I want to.”

You hummed a laugh before looking to the door as the bell rang. “Ah.”

Levi pulled you close. “I didn’t order anything.”

You rubbed Levi’s chest. “I did.” You shuffled over and opened the door. You smiled softly. “Hi.” You signed the phone and took the small package. You moved to the kitchen and picked up a knife and cut the box open.

Levi watched you closely. “Honey? Be careful, okay? Your left arm is still healing.”

You smiled at Levi. “I’ll be okay, I swear.”

He hummed. “Let me cut this open.”

“Okay.”

He took the knife and sliced the box open. “What you been ordering?”

You giggled. “Something special.”

He smiled and opened the box. “Oh yeah? You got a baby onesie in here and you’re gonna go, surprise I’m pregnant?”

You laughed. “Just open.”

He hummed and looked inside the box to see a small box. “What’s this?”

“I dunno, maybe you should open it.”

Levi stared at your smirk. He hummed a laugh as he opened the box up to see a black ring inside. “What…what’s this?”

You picked up the ring and kissed it. “It’s your wedding ring.”

He blushed bright red. “Wh-what?”

You giggled. “I had them custom-made.” You picked up the second box and opened it and showed him another black ring. “This one is mine. What do you think?”

He wells up as he looks at them. “They’re beautiful. Can I try mine on?”

You nodded and took his left hand and slipped on the ring. “What do you think?”

He admired it on his hand. He stared at your left hand. “Put on yours.”

You giggled and offered the ring to Levi. “Only if you slip it on my hand.”

He took your left hand and dragged the ring onto your finger. He blushed hard. “Wife.”

You grinned. “Yes, wife.” You tilted your head and kissed him. “Husband.”

He slipped his hands over your hips and kissed you. “I love you so much. Can we wear these until our wedding day? We’ll take them off and put them back on again.”

You nodded. “Yes, my love.”

He wrapped his arms around you and hummed in happiness. “Great. Thank you.”

You hummed a laugh. “We’re married.”

He tapped his forehead against yours. “Yes.”

You nibbled your lip. “Can I try on my wedding dress?”

He blushed and nodded shyly. “Yes, it’ll help me know if I need to make alterations.”

You kissed the end of his nose and ran to his office. “Let’s go!”

Levi ran after you as he chuckled. “Slow down, okay? I need to help you change, alright?”

You nodded and bounced in his office. “Yes!”

He carefully took your shirt and bottoms off before slipping your dress on. He was gently doing it up so you wouldn’t get hurt. He stepped back and eyed you. He softly blushed as he looked at you. “You look incredible.”

You twirled slowly for him. “So, any ideas?”

He sat down and sighed. “You just…you look incredible.”

You walked up to him and offered your hand to him. “How about a first dance?”

Levi stood up and pulled you close. “I’d be honoured to.” He smiled as he slow danced with you in his office. “I might take up the dress a little because I’m worried I might step on your dress.”

“Sounds good.”

“Do you have any comments?”

You hummed. “Fewer layers on the legs? A girl’s gotta pee and I have to lift this all up.”

He nodded. “Go it.”

You wrapped your arms around him. “I love this dress.”

He kissed the end of your nose. “I’m glad.”

“You know my body so well.”

He nibbled your neck making you giggle. “I have explored it enough to know it.”

You giggled. “I can’t wait to get better. I miss your body.”

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. “I miss yours.”

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll explore you and love you.”

Levi chuckled. “You don’t need to, okay? You’re important to me and it’s not about sex, it’s about being together and being in love.”

You nodded. “Yes, you’re right.”

You smiled at yourself in the mirror. You twirled a little in your wedding dress and felt like a Goddess. Levi had changed a few things, but not much. You adored it so much and you wanted to keep it for life. You smiled at yourself and placed your veil in your hair and turned to your mother and Kuchel. “Well?”

Your mother cried. “You’re so pretty!” She hugged you tightly. “Levi has done a wonderful job!”

Kuchel squeezed you next. “You are a stunning bride.”

You laughed. “It’s all Levi’s doing.” You smiled at Dean as he walked in with your flowers. “Hey.”

Dean handed your flowers. “We’re all ready for you.”

You let out a long sigh. “Please reassure me.”

Dean held your upper arms and smiled at you. “Layla is in prison for life, I checked this morning for you and she is in her cell.” He leaned to look you in the eyes. “She’s not coming here, you’re both safe.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He let you go and smiled. “Come on, you need to get married.” He walked with you and handed you to your father. “She’s all yours.”

Your dad smiled with pride and walked you to Levi. “Nice spot for a wedding, my sweet.”

You blushed. “It was the villa and country we fell for each other at. We had to come back.”

“It’s romantic.”

You hummed a laugh as you walked down the beach to Levi waiting for you. “Me too, dad, me too.”

He stopped and winked at Levi. “She’ll murder you if you break her heart, so still want her?”

Levi nodded as he smiled. “More than anything.”

“I send all my blessings to you both.”

You handed him your flowers. “Thanks, dad.”

Levi pulled you close and kissed your cheek. “You look wonderful.”

“I do? Your suit is incredible!”

He chuckled. “Thanks.”

You hummed and admired him. “I can’t believe you made it.”

“I’m a man of many talents.”

You giggled. “Oh, I know.” You blushed a little and whispered as the official spoke loudly. “Thank you for putting a trail on my dress to hide my scar.”

Levi kissed the side of your head. “I know how you feel about them. I think you’re beautiful. You wear them so well and it’s a sign of strength. You faced off against a terrifying person and won.”

You hummed a bit. “Thanks.”

“Confidence, okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He cleared his throat. “Vows.”

You giggled. “Go ahead.”

He let out a long sigh and held your hands. “What can I say to the woman who fought a hired killer and a stalker for me? You made me a better man. You brought out the best in me and you made me into the man I am now. I experienced so many emotions that I’d never felt before. I’ve felt jealousy, possessiveness, fear, anger, sadness, pain, love, so much love. I fell hard for you so fast because you have the biggest heart. You selflessly care for others and you opened your heart to me. I admit before we dating I did feel you up a little while measuring you.”

You laughed. “I knew it.”

He smiled. “Your body is beautiful but it was your heart I fell in love with the most. You are a blessing to me and a sweet inspiration.” He said your full name “I love you so much and I’m honoured to be marrying you today.”

You let out a long sigh. “I didn’t prepare anything for this because I really am at a loss for words when I’m with you. I was a no-one. I didn’t like my body and I had a shit job, but my first and only bad review sparked something and put something amazing in motion. I admit when I first met you, I thought you were handsome but a bit of an ass. I thought you saw me as just this body to make more money. You proved me wrong. You showered me with caring words and I knew you meant it all by the look in your eyes. You’re honest, kind, caring, strong, dedicated, annoying, stubborn.” You laughed at him. “But the most perfect man. You went all in with your love and it took my breath away. I feel safe with you and I want to grow old with you. So, I went all in as well. Hell, I tied up a killer and beat a stalker for you.” You grinned. “I love you, Levi Ackerman.”

He smiled and exchanged the rings with you. “I love you.”

You giggled. “I love you.”

He pulled you close and kissed you to the cheers of friends. “Mine.”

You entwined your fingers with Levi’s and walked with him to sign the papers. You smiled and took your copy and laughed as Levi folded it and put it in his pocket over his heart. You cuddled up to Levi and walked with him into the villa and sat for a moment on the bed. You held each other’s hands as you lay back and just gazed at each other.

Levi kissed the back of your hand. “Sorry we’re hiding, I just needed a moment with you.”

You smiled softly. “Thanks. I needed it too.”

“How is your shoulder feeling?”

You hummed. “Bit stiff, but okay. How’s your hand?”

He showed you the scar. “Okay for now.”

You smiled. “Good.” You shuffled closer to him. “I can’t believe you picked here, the same villa we met in.”

He hummed a laugh. “Well, it made sense to me. This is where we fell in love.”

You lightly pecked his lips. “I love it.”

Levi played with your hair for a while as he gazed at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, are you?”

He laughed a little. “You know, I can’t help but wonder if she’ll turn up and ruin it all.”

“She won’t.”

He frowned a little. “She won’t?”

You nodded. “I had Dean call up the prison she’s in, to double-check that she’s in there.”

Levi leaned up and looked down at you. “You did?”

You welled up. “I just…I was scared, okay? I know I’m supposed to tell you everything, but I’m scared. I needed to know she was locked up.”

“Honey…”

You lay on your back and put your arms over your face. “I’m sorry. I should have told you, but I did it to keep you safe.”

Levi lay down and wrapped you up in his arms. “Thank you for checking. Don’t worry, okay? I understand about checking. She took me from you. You just want to make sure.”

“I do.”

He kissed the top of your head and sighed. “So, she’s really locked up?”

You nodded. “She is. She’s in her cell.”

“Good.” He kissed you and smiled. “I think it’ll take me and you a while before we’re over our worries with her.”

“PTSD is a bitch.”

He hummed in agreement. “We’ll get through this, together.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “Yeah.”

He closed his eyes. “We should go back to the wedding, but I want to stay here with you.”

“This day is our day, right? I’m sure people won’t mind.”

Levi looked over to the bedroom door as someone knocked. He smiled at Erwin and his mother. “Hey, we’re just having a moment. Sorry, we’ll be out later.”

Kuchel smiled. “Don’t be sorry, okay? You two have been through a lot.”

Erwin nodded. “It’s only been six months since Layla has been put in prison. You two are still healing.”

Kuchel hummed as she walked over. She grabbed a blanket and put it over you and Levi. “We’re all staying for a week to celebrate with you both, then you two have two weeks alone. I think you should spend the rest of today resting. You’re emotionally drained. Tomorrow, we’ll continue the party.”

Erwin leaned in the doorway and smiled. “Don’t worry about your guests, okay? Myself and Dean are the best man and maid of honour, we’ve got this.”

Levi smiled at his friend and mother. “Thank you, I appreciate it. We just…”

You sniffed. “We need time to let go of the past and accept we’re safe.”

Kuchel took your hand and squeezed it. “Take your time, both of you. See you tomorrow, okay? We’ll have a nice breakfast as a group.”

Levi nodded. “Thanks, both of you.”

Erwin let Kuchel out before waving. “Sleep well, both of you.”

Levi held you close and kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

Levi buttoned up Evan’s little onesie he made him and smiled. “There we go, handsome little lad. I do hope I made you a good onesie. You comfy?” He stared at his son and smiled when he giggled and kicked his legs. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked his son up and fixed his own outfit. “All right, let’s fashion.”

You smiled as Levi walked onto the set with Evan and looked like the perfect dad. “So handsome.”

Dean laughed. “He looks great with your son. So, this is advertising the new fashion line?”

“Yeah.”

“Daddy line?”

You laughed and playfully pushed him knowing he was being dirty. “No, it’s for babies.”

He folded his arms and smiled. “It’s a cute little outfit.”

You nodded. “It is.”

Levi sat down and shifted Evan on his lap. “Look at the cameraman.” He pointed. “Look over there.”

Evan put his hand in his mouth and hummed as he stared up at Levi.

Levi sighed. “Come on little man, just one look.”

You hurried over to the cameraman and stood next to him. “Evaaaan! Oh, Evan?”

Levi relaxed at your saving the day. “Evan? Look it’s mummy.”

Evan looked over at you and squealed in delight. “Ma, ma, ma, ma!”

You blew him kisses. “Hi, baby!” You winked at Levi. “Hi, daddy.”

Levi blushed red. “Hi.”

The cameraman chuckled as he took pictures. “Perfect.” He turned to you. “Are you joining in?”

You gasped as you felt yourself getting flustered. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Levi waved you over. “Come model with us.”

You shifted. “I don’t look like a model right now.”

Levi walked over to you with your son babbling away. “You look beautiful.”

“I don’t have makeup on and I’m wearing comfy clothes.”

Levi kissed you as Evan patted your boob. “You’re beautiful.”

You sighed. “But you’re all dressed up and I…”

He handed you Evan. “I’m going to change into what I actually wear at home. Being a dad means I don’t dress up either. People need to see it’s a shared thing.”

You smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“I’ll be right back.”

You bounced Evan on your hip. “You’re so handsome like your daddy.” You kissed his forehead and got an eh out of your son. “Eh? That so?” You hummed a laugh and sat with him. “You cute little muffin.” You looked up and blushed when you saw the cameraman. “Oh, I’m not ready.”

He smiled. “You two look great together.”

You cuddled Evan. “Thank you.”

Levi jogged over with his comfy things on. “I’m ready.”

You shifted over a little and let him sit down. “I think this will be lovely.”

Levi nodded and leaned closer as he captured your lips. “People need to see how cute our baby is in his new clothes and how hard we work.”

You lay down and used Levi’s lap as a pillow. “You’re right.” You sat Evan on your stomach. “You help me out so much with our little monster.” You giggled as Evan wiggled his little arms. “Look at him, he’s determined to take over the world.”

Levi laughed. “With your fighting skills, he will.”

You winked at him. “You know it.” You felt Evan flop against you. “Someone’s tired.”

Levi smiled at his son whining and getting upset. “Very tired.” He placed his hand on Evan’s back. “Hey, team? We’re going to call it. Evan wants naptime.”

You sat up carefully. “I hope you got enough pictures.”

The cameraman nodded. “I got plenty, thank you.”

You held your sleepy baby and whispered. “Sorry everyone, Ackerbaby needs sleep.” You hurried past everyone to Evan’s baby things. You carefully lay him in his bed for the car and put a little blanket on him. “Sleep well.”

Levi hurried over to you. “Ready to go home?”

You lifted the bed and nodded. “Yeah.”

He took the basket and kissed you. “Let me take him.”

You sighed. “Thank you. He’s a heavy baby.”

Levi laughed. “He’s a big baby. Bless you, for growing such a chunky boy.”

You walked with him to the car. “You should be blessing my vagina. I had to push that big boy out of me.”

He strapped your son into the car. “Ready to go.”

You climbed in and relaxed in your seat. “I can’t believe he no longer needs milk from me.”

Levi reached over and took your hand. He kissed the back of it and sighed. “I love you, my perfect wife. Evan is just growling up, okay? I know it’s sad he’s on food, but think about all the cute things we can make him for him to eat.”

You smiled. “We can bake things and cut up fruit and veg for him.”

“Exactly.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. “I guess it’s just hard. I grew him for nine months and now he’s growing up fast.”

Levi carefully drove so Evan wouldn’t wake up. “Well, we can always have more.”

You looked over at Levi and smiled. “I would love more. Can we wait until Evan is near one?”

“Of course.”

He gripped the wheel as he thought about having a lot of kids with you. He smiled softly in thought. He looked over at you and saw you were sleeping soundly. He smiled and looked in his mirror to see Evan was out like a light. He chuckled and drove home. Levi and you were living in a house and not the penthouse anymore.

He pulled up and first carried Evan inside and put him in his bed. He came back out and picked you up and carried you inside. He lay you on the sofa and put a cushion behind your head and a blanket over you. He unpacked Evan’s things and checked on Evan. When he was sure his baby was okay, he made a cup of tea for you and him.

You woke up a little and burped. “Oh, sorry.”

Levi chuckled and handed you a cup. “Don’t be sorry.”

You sat up and shuffled closer to him. “Is Evan okay?”

“Sleeping soundly.”

You snuggled up to your husband. “Bless him.” You smiled. “He’s cute.”

Levi chuckled. “He is.” He handed kissed your cheek. “We make cute babies.”

You giggled. “We do.”

He noticed a distant look in your eyes. “She’s still in prison.”

You took Levi’s hand and held it. “I know. Thank you.”

He kissed your shoulder “I needed to check for myself as well.” He looked into his tea. “I’m just…I’m worried about Evan. I can’t let her hurt you again.”

You put your tea down and wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck. “I love you.”

Levi held you close. “I love you too. You’re my world.” He turned on the sofa and propped himself up against the arm of it. “My everything.”

You lay on Levi’s chest and kissed the end of his nose. “You’re mine.”

He let out a long sigh. “I love it when you say that.”

You giggled. “I can tell.” You kissed his lips and spoke against them. “I can feel you growing hard.”

He purred at you. “Evan will be asleep for about an hour and a half.”

You sat up on his hips and grinded against him. “Want to fool around?”

He growled at you. “You know it.”

You licked your lips and pushed your hands up his chest. “I’m gonna ride you so hard and drain you.”

Levi blushed hard. “Perfect.”

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bloodied-bug · 1 year

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"I break you down and fuck the pieces."

That's what he whispered to me after a long day of sustained pain.

Sir went with me to my tattoo appointment. He played the part of caring boyfriend well. While the artist had her back turned, he made faces at me. Some silly, some threatening. He was my anchor through the experience. It was a two hour session- bold lines and color.

After the first 15 minutes, I settled into the pain. It became background noise, only getting louder when the artist moved to the back of my thigh.

Sir can confirm, my thighs have always been sensitive. The tattoo comes just to the edge of a small shadow on my skin. It's the mark left from the first cigarette Sir put out on me. That was the night he whipped me and poured hot wax on me. It was painful, of course, on my back. When he got to my thighs, I panicked. Whip or drip, I howled when he worked there. It's no wonder that's where he placed the cigarette.

As the artist dug the needle higher, towards that sensitive scar, I began to breathe heavier. I bit down on my arm to suppress my groans, embarrassed that I was taking the pain so poorly.

Sir offered his knuckles to bite on instead. I didn't accept, as I didn't want to behave inappropriately in front of the artist, but the thought of doing so- my heart fluttered and I felt a jolt in my cunt. At that moment, the artist connected needle to flesh. The jolt-usually just a spark- stuck around. That feeling lasted for as long as the stoke of the needle. Sir maintained eye contact with me as I panted and struggled to keep from moaning.

I was reminded of that same night, the one that gave me the little circle of a scar. I was on my knees on the bed, facing the wall. I had my hands above my head, bracing myself. Sir was working me over with his new toy, a small black flogger with gleaming, metal tips. I had been yelling with every hit. He made me count aloud so I couldn't hide from the moment inside myself. The numbers were coming out as mangled shouts until, like a switch being flipped, I was euphoric. The shower of hits across my shoulder blades didn't register as pain. I was panting and grinding against the pillows beneath me. At the risk of sounding trite, it was pure pleasure.

We've had similar sensation swaps since, but nothing as intense as the first time when it took me by surprise. But it wasn't until that appointment, holding his hand and his gaze, that I had felt it so keenly.

He definitely noticed. Later that night, when he pinned me facedown on the mattress and forced his way into me, he brought me back to that point. With his knuckles between stretching my jaw, I couldn't have replied even if I'd been coherent enough to.

"I break you down and fuck the pieces," but that's not where it ends. He breaks me apart and stitches me back together, into a shape that's similar but never the same.

#wip

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urwelcomeforthis · 3 years

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Alex’s tattoo shows up the day after she punches Marcus Hinkle.

He had been picking on Kara in the hallway, dangling her math book above her head, taking advantage of his summer growth spurt.

Kara still doesn’t know what possessed Alex – Marcus Hinkle had been a thorn in her side since she had landed on Earth and started school a year ago, but whatever the reason, today was the day Alex couldn’t take anymore.

Eliza had been furious. Jeremiah had been (not so) silently proud.

Kara didn’t know what she had felt, really. Especially not when she asked Alex why, and the older girl had just shrugged and said “You’re my sister. It’s what we do.”

Up until this point being sisters meant fights in the hallway over the bathroom and ignoring each other at the dinner table.

Apparently, things were changing.

Kara is just waking up when she hears Alex’s hushed “What the hell?”

“What is it?” She asks, groggily sitting up and wiping at the sleep in her eyes.

Her sister is holding her forearm up, frantically scrubbing at a spot right in the middle, her eyes frantic.

“I don’t…. I don’t know! It’s like a tattoo but I didn’t get a tattoo! Fuck, Mom is going to kill me.” Alex sounds panicked as she continues scrubbing at the spot, and Kara feels her heartbeat speed up.

“You had a tattoo just appear on your skin?” Kara asks slowly, her mind suddenly far away on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore, in a culture she had been forced to leave behind.

Alex stops scrubbing and looks at Kara with a piercing gaze. “Yeah. It’s some funny symbol too, like the way you used to write before you learned English. Did you do this to me?”

Alex leaps off the bed and crosses the room in two quick strides, arm held out like an accusation.

Kara shrinks in on herself a little but nods. “I think so. I didn’t know it was possible here, but well, on Krypton when your soul mate reveals themselves, a tattoo linking you appears. I should have one too, somewhere, if you do.”

Alex stops dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Soul mates? But we’re sisters! That’s so gross!”

Jumping up from the bed, hands held up in surrender Kara hastens to explain further. “No! Not like that, I promise! Back home, people had different kinds of soul mates. Sometimes it was the romantic kind like you talk about here on Earth, but other times it could just be a compatible soul, someone who was meant to be a part of you.”

Alex still looks wary, if not relieved, as she tentatively holds out her arm. “So, what does this mean? What kind of soul mates are we?”

Stepping forward Kara delicately traces the symbols on Alex’s forearm. “It literally means “sister of the soul.” Je shesur. The symbol after it is unique, the way we would know we were linked. If this had happened on Krypton it would mean we were soul sisters. Not from the same parents but family just the same.”

Alex nods. “And here on Earth? What does it mean here?”

“The same thing. At least that’s what it means to me.” Kara refuses to meet Alex’s eyes, not sure she wants to see what waits for her there.

There’s a long minute of silence after Alex takes her arm back. The clearing of her throat brings Kara’s eyes up from their place on the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Alex asks, eyes burning with curiosity.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not on my arms like yours is. It must be hidden. Can you look on my back?”

“Sure.” Alex nods. “Lift up your shirt.”

Kara turns and tugs her shirt up and over her head. It takes a moment, but she hears her sister gasp followed by the feel of fingertips against her left shoulder blade.

“It’s the same as mine.” Alex says reverently, and Kara closes her eyes against the emotion welling up there.

Who would have thought she would get to have this piece of home?

“So, I guess I’m stuck with you. For like, ever, huh?” Alex smiles once Kara has turned back around.

Kara grins back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Alex shrugs. “Could be worse. But you have to tell Mom about this, because she’ll never believe me, and she is going to be pissed that I have a tattoo.”

“Sure, I can tell Mom.” Kara grins, a piece of her heart settling in place. She hasn’t felt at home on Earth, not really, but at this moment she feels like it isn’t all that bad.

The next person to get a tattoo is, interestingly enough, James.

It doesn’t come when they’re dating, or whatever it was that they were doing, no.

It comes after he has revealed himself to be Guardian, and he and Kara have the biggest fight of their friendship.

Kara wakes up the morning after tired, groggy, and more than a little cranky. Its as she’s stripping down to get in the shower that she notices it – the Kryptonese scrawled along the inside of her right bicep.

Throniv Shesur. Protector of the soul.

Kara heaves a deep, deep, sigh and grabs her phone.

She meets James at the DEO, both tentative around each other after the yelling match of the day before.

“So. I woke up with a tattoo. Kryptonese. Any idea what that’s about?” James looks smug, like he’s won some kind of battle with Kara and god, at that moment she wishes they were in the training room and she could just punch him.

“Yeah. I did too. It means “protector of the soul.” She crosses her arms against her chest, desperately trying to hold onto her anger from yesterday but the wide grin on James’ face is making it hard.

“I know. I asked Clark first thing since I figured you’re still pissed at me. He was a little surprised, but he translated it for me.”

“Where’s it at?” Kara asks, still pretending to be upset but truthfully it was hard given the glaring message from home telling her that James was meant to be Guardian. That they were meant to protect each other. Protect others together.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” James says with a waggle of his eyebrows and that’s what finally breaks Kara, a laugh ringing out across the room.

It wasn’t who she expected to have a tattoo, not in this way at least, but if it had to be anyone, she’s glad it’s James.

Mon-El doesn’t get a tattoo. Kara wishes she were more disappointed.

The last person to get a tattoo is someone Kara had desperately hoped both would and would not get a tattoo.

For a long time, she feared what that tattoo would be, if it were to happen. She feared having to explain it, having to explain herself.

She had checked with Clark a few times, when paranoia would get the better of her.

No, he always told her. Lex did not have a tattoo. They were enemies, yes, but it hadn’t been decided by destiny or fate. It just was.

That mollified Kara because she couldn’t stand it if she and Lena were to become Clark and Lex. She would fight against it, fight against fate to keep it from happening.

And then, well. It kind of happens anyways.

They aren’t enemies, not really. Lena just hates Kara and aims a few Kryptonite cannons at her and tries to mind control the entire planet, but really everyone is allowed a brief lapse of their sensibility, right?

And what matters is she came around, in the end.

It did take time, however, for them to build back to what they once had. It was different now, but in the way that things once broken and fixed usually are.

It was better, if anything.

They were back to shared lunches and dinners, quick breakfasts and coffee breaks. They were back to game nights as partners and movie nights as friends, and the occasional sleepovers as best friends.

Things were finally back to normal, so of course Kara had to go and absolutely, irrevocably, mess it up.

It was Alex’s fault, really.

If she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t asked Kara what was up between her and Lena lately, Kara probably never would have stopped to think about it.

She never would have stopped to think about the way her heart sped up when Lena entered a room, or the way her palms got sweaty when they hugged, or the way she just could not stop staring at Lena when she laughed at game nights.

But now she had thought of it and had come to the very scary conclusion that she was in love with her best friend.

Her best friend who didn’t have a tattoo.

She would, after all this time, have a tattoo, the tattoo, if they were meant to be together, right?

Kara mulls it over for weeks. It haunts her. She asks Lena about tattoos, and if she has any.

She learns that yes, in fact Lena does have tattoos and boy howdy one of them is on her lower back and it is seared into the back of her eyes now that she has seen it.

But she doesn’t have any kryptonian tattoos, which is really what Kara was aiming for.

Much like it was Alex’s fault that Kara even realized she was in love, it’s also Alex who reminds Kara of one important detail.

“Well I didn’t get my tattoo until after I punched what’s his face. Maybe you have to tell Lena how you feel and then she’ll get the tattoo.”

Kara feels dumb struck, right there on her own couch, because of course, Alex is right.

The tattoos always come after the person has already revealed themselves.

Then of course comes the true fear: what if she tells Lena and she still doesn’t get a tattoo?

That’s the question she’s mulling over the next night as she and Lena sit on her couch watching some documentary that had been put on Netflix.

Lena looks beautiful, face bare of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose.

She’s eating a piece of pizza, a rare treat after a long week of work, and Kara decides that it doesn’t matter if Lena doesn’t get a tattoo.

She’s hopelessly, desperately in love with the woman and she can’t let a tattoo that may or may not come dictate her life.

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Kara blurts out, like this isn’t a life changing moment, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to say. (It is.)

Lena chokes a little on the bite she was swallowing, her hand coming up to her chest as she sets down the slice.

“Excuse me?”

Kara laughs. She’s never felt more free than in this moment. “I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

Lena looks at her, shock written all over her face. “Oh. I guess that’s good.”

“Just good?” Kara nudges Lena’s thigh with her knee.

Lena shakes her head. “I mean it’s more than good, considering I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” Kara could float up to the moon, she thinks.

Lena smiles, nose crinkled. “Yeah.”

It’s the next morning that Lena calls and asks if Kara can stop by. She has this tattoo she didn’t have yesterday, right on her ribcage, and it looks like it’s Kryptonian.

Kara frantically searches her own body, finding the script on her hip, on the left side.

Zhao Shesur. Love of the soul.

It took them five years to get to this point, but Kara knows, this moment was more than worth the wait.

#i took some liberties with kryptonese #here have a drabble #supercorp #lena luthor x kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #just some ideas on different kinds of soul mates and soul mates in general #not fully formed but this is as good as its going to get #i promise this has supercorp

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digital-corruption · 2 years

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This one was a hard one to write... I just hope I did it justice. 😅 It is also long because there's no way to split this one in two parts. Without further ado, the warnings...

⚠️ This chapter contains major spoilers for episode 10!

‼️ This chapter contains the following triggers: PTSD, trauma, strangulation, burn injuries, depression, talk about killing, and things I may have forgotten to mention.

Unrecognisable Part 10

Sex with Jake was intense and heated It was clear that we both had a lot of steam to blow off. I completely lost myself in him, which stopped me from getting caught up in my emotions. However, it seemed I wasn’t the only one who lost themselves.

In the heat of the moment, Jake’s hand grabbed my throat, which in the heat of the moment I didn’t think much of, but when he brought his other hand up, he suddenly started squeezing without warning. Panicking, my hands slapped his arm to get him to stop, but when that didn’t work, I started scratching. Jake was looking at me, but at the same time he wasn't. No, he was looking past me! I recognised that look. Shit, he was having an episode! I reached out and slapped his face. He barely flinched.

“Jake!” I managed to squeeze out. Wake up, you asshole!

Engaging all of my limbs, I kicked and punched him until he finally snapped out of it. His eyes widened and he withdrew from me immediately. Coughing and sputtering, I rolled to my side to recover as I heard Jake screaming mournfully. As soon as the coughing settled, I glanced over my shoulder and saw him with his back to me on the floor. He was holding his head, rocking back and forth.

“Jake,” my voice strained. “What the hell was that?”

I didn’t know if he was ignoring me or if he was simply blocking me out. I got up shakily and went down beside him on the floor. I could hear him muttering to himself over and over again, but I couldn’t make it out. I sighed and put my hand on his shoulder, but as soon as I touched the dragon tattoo Jake jumped and I pulled back with surprise. He glanced over his shoulder and saw me, then turned away again. Nervously I ran my fingers along his tattoo and felt that the contours of the tattoo matched perfectly with scars hidden underneath. Not just any scars though. Burn scars.

“Jake...” my voice shook.

“Spare me your sympathies,” he mumbled. “I don’t deserve them.”

The dragon tattoo was extensive. It started with breathing fire over his left shoulder and coiled across the majority of his upper back, ending at his right shoulder. My fingers ran the entire length of it, feeling every dip and crevice of his flesh. I had to give them credit; the artist did an amazing job disguising the scar tissue. If I hadn’t touched it directly, I didn’t know when I would have noticed.

Suddenly it clicked. The long, fire- breathing dragon, twisting and turning, almost like a maze. Almost like the Ironsplitter mines.

“We searched for you!” As soon as the words left my mouth I started crying uncontrollably.

Jake didn’t respond. He just buried his face in his knees. I rested my head against his back and sobbed. My throat hurt like hell, but my heart hurt so much worse.

We sat for hours on the ground, both emotionally devastated. Jake never came out of the shell he buried himself into. Resting my head against my back, I just kept hugging him from behind. I cried so much in those hours, that I had run dry. Even though my throat had recovered, I still couldn’t form any words. I went over and over again those days following the explosion. The FBI had managed to get to Richy quickly enough that his injuries were manageable, but the fire raged on. In many ways it must’ve saved Jake, but it was also clear that it ruined him.

Still, the FBI weren’t without their tricks. They subdued the fire in hours and as soon as it was clear, they went in. I had only arrived to Duskwood then. Cleo took me around to one of the side entrances, but damn it, Alan was onto us. He restrained me while the FBI searched every nook and cranny. He said it was for my own good, but believe me, as soon as I was released, I went back into those mines. That time I had Lilly, Jessy, Thomas and even Dan with me as well. Yes, even in his stupid wheelchair, Dan proved to be of assistance. He sacrificed his freedom to Alan on more than one occasion as a distraction. We all chipped in to pay for his bail.

Day after day we searched up and down those mines. Multiple cave-ins though made it impossible to reach everywhere. When I started to dig through the piles of fallen rocks with my bare hands, my friends stopped me. ‘You do that and it all may come down on us.’

You can imagine then my anger when I stepped back out, after hours of inhaling that awful stench, covered in dust head to toe, cuts and bruises from tripping in the dark that I had ignored - after all of that I opened my phone and I found all of our conversations were gone. That was it. No proof of life. No ‘I'm ok.’ And judging by the constant FBI surveillance, no arrest either.

Yet sitting there, hugging him, I still felt like I failed him.

“Why?” I barely managed to squeak out. Why didn’t you contact me? Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you keep yourself hidden all these years from me? Why did you have to suffer alone? I didn’t even know which why to start with.

“You would've blamed yourself,” he mumbled.

I hit my fist into his back, “That’s not good enough!” More dry sobs ripped through my throat. “We searched!”

“I know,” he muttered.

“You knew?” I questioned.

“I saw you,” he clarified.

“Then you get my attention!” I shrieked.

He buried his head further, “You were there and I blinked and you were gone. It was one of the few things I remember.”

“And after that?” I squeezed him.

“I don’t know,” he lifted his head. “Everything is hazy. I know I was found unconscious just off the highway near Terrendale. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, hooked up to heavy sedatives. They told me I had been in an induced coma for weeks. My phone was gone and I had no way of securely contacting you.”

“I called the hospitals!” I exclaimed. “Every hospital around the mines!”

Jake let out a small laugh, “Some idiot messed up my admission records. You weren’t the only one looking.”

“Why didn’t you come find me when you got out?” I hit him again.

“All that time I was trapped in that hospital bed with just me and my thoughts, I kept thinking ‘Why does shit like this keep happening to me?’ Soon it became, ‘What if she had been there with me?’ and then, ‘Would I even have been able to protect her?’,” he explained. “I hardly got myself out of there. If you were with me, you would have suffered the same or worse. The truth is, MC, I can't protect you from the danger that comes my way.”

I hit his back even harder, “You’re an idiot.”

“How exactly do you think my story ends? There is no happy ending. You stay and you will be killed,” he turned his head to look at me over his shoulder.

“Well tough! I’m going to fucking stick to you like glue now!” I hissed.

He snapped around, pushing me off of him. His mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. His eyes drifted down to my throat instead and his brow twitched, “As much as it kills me to see how badly I hurt you, part of me is satisfied. Now you will be forced to think of me every time you look in the mirror, just as I am forced to think of you.”

Raising my hand to my neck, I hesitated for a moment. I hadn’t even checked the state of my bruises.

“Jake, you need help,” I trembled.

“Sure, let me just go visit my psychologist. Oh wait, I can’t,” he mocked.

“Well, I'm not leaving you,” I insisted.

“Yesterday I wanted to shoot you. Today I nearly strangled you. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. How do you feel about drowning?” he laughed to himself.

“Is that what you want? To kill me?” I questioned apprehensively.

“What? No, of course not!” he shook his head. “I just- I don’t know what I am capable of.”

“Well, I still love you,” I gently placed my hand over his. “I will not let you go through this alone anymore.”

Jake looked down at my hand for a moment, then pulled his hand away, “No, we're getting you a new ID and getting you across the border!”

“With you with me,” I added, raising my eyebrow.

“No, you're going away, far away from me,” he pushed.

“Like hell I am!” I frowned.

“Either they’ll kill you or I will!” he yelled. “For five years, five fucking years I put aside my feelings for you so you could live safe! You think I didn’t want to be with you? I didn’t give you up just so you can walk into my life like it didn’t fucking matter!” He paused for a moment. “So many years of you haunting my dreams,” his eyes went dark. “You never let me rest. You occupied my mind day and night. Did you even think of me once?”

“How dare you suggest that I didn’t!” I said offended.

“You seemed so preoccupied with others,” he commented.

“You might be a hacker, but you’re no mind reader,” I pointed out. “I don’t know what you were looking at, but it definitely didn’t tell the whole story.”

“Photos. So many photos of you smiling and many times not alone,” he sighed.

I shook my head, “You just saw snapshots of my life. You never saw the big picture.”

“You asked me if I sabotaged your relationships. I probably did,” he admitted. “I didn’t like them. Any of them.”

I laughed a little, “Admitting you were jealous?”

“I wanted you to be happy without me. I told myself that once that right person showed up and was able to make you happy, I'd finally be able to let you go,” he explained. “Maybe then you wouldn’t haunt my dreams anymore.”

“Hey, I want to test something,” I smiled.

“What?” he looked at me confused.

“Come join me in the bed. We're going to do something called sleep,” I teased.

“I've heard of that,” he smirked. “I don’t get it though.”

“I want to test whether you are still being haunted in your dreams or not,” I tilted my head.

“MC, I don’t think I should be that close to you, especially not after before,” he lowered his gaze.

I stood up and held my hand out to him. He took it reluctantly and stood up in facing me. Throwing my arms around him, I hugged him tight. After a moment, Jake gave in and hugged me back, burying his face into my neck.

“Even now, part of me wants to rip into your skin,” he whispered.

“Jake, breathe, ok? Deep breaths. Match my pace,” I instructed.

I took slow, deep breaths for a while so Jake could breathe in time with me. After a couple of minutes, he started to relax again. I ran my fingers through his hair as he settled.

“These last five years have really messed you up,” I sighed.

“I should’ve killed you yesterday,” he mumbled into my neck.

“Stop,” I rolled my eyes. “I know you don't mean that.”

“You’re sticking to me like glue now? I’m going to get you killed either way. At least it would’ve been a mercy killing,” he continued.

I pulled away and looked at him in the eye, “Maybe you have already killed me and I’m just a figment of your imagination to haunt you.”

“Is that meant to be a joke?” he frowned.

“Oooooo!” I wiggled my fingers at him.

He tried to keep a straight face, but we both burst out laughing. It was so good to just have a moment of silliness with him again. I missed those moments the most. As our laughter calmed, we stared into each's eyes for a minute, then I tilted my head up and kissed him. He was resistant at first, but I persisted until he started kissing me back.

I smiled as I pulled away, “We'll see through this together, ok?”

Jake nodded slowly and mumbled, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I rubbed his cheek gently. “Now, come on, lie down with me.”

I climbed into the bed behind me and gestured for Jake to join me. He sighed and eventually laid down next to me. Pulling him close, I rested his head against my chest and gently rubbed his head. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he held onto me for comfort. Listening close to his breathing, I stayed awake until I knew he was fast asleep.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #unrecognisable fanfic #tw: ptsd #tw: mental instability #tw: strangulation #tw: burns #tw: depression #tw: trauma

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eddiebillysteve · 2 years

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cat and mouse

(( harringrove prison au ))

chapter four | find chapter one + chapter two + chapter three here

pairing | billy hargrove/steve harrington (+ billy hargrove/eddie munson + billy hargrove/eddie munson/steve harrington)

summary | steve's first trip to the showers results in meeting billy's old cellie, eddie munson

a/n | i'm a slut for harringroveson / mungrove / steddie / harringrove so of course i had to bring eddie into this. there's enough cock of billy to go around for both eddie and steve, or so billy believes (but also if you aren't into eddie dw bc there's more harringrove coming i promise). anywAY FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME OR SEND ASKS OR COMMENT BECAUSE REACTIONS TO MY WRITING KEEPS ME ALIVE XXX find it on ao3 here !!

warnings | dom/sub talk, billy considering steve his 'property', daddy kink, steve being a gay panicked confused mess, bottom bitch!eddie and steve, quick mention of suic*de, dark/dom billy hargrove bc he wants to turn steve into his bitch, stuff like that !!

“Get lost. Hargrove’s coming.”

Billy could hear the shout from down the hall. It was followed by a few dozen men, some still in towels, rushing out of the shower room. Guards shouted at them for making the floors wet, for not changing into their dry uniforms, but they didn’t care enough to chase after them.

Everyone knew the drill, including the officers. Billy had the showers to himself and whoever he allowed in every morning unless the straggler was looking to be fought or used as a toy meant to be passed around.

Steve twisted his head to look over his shoulder at the men hurrying past him. He didn’t understand what was happening, what all the commotion was about.

“You’re quite lucky, Stevie. You won’t have two dozen eyes on you today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today,” Billy snickered a bit, holding open the shower block door and making a grand gesture for Steve to go in before him. There were a few people left inside— Argyle and Jonathan were under one of the streams in the shower room, busy getting handsy to have a good, wet start to their day, and there was one boy left in the changing area. He was just pulling his shirt over his head when they walked in.

“Who’s this?” He immediately asked, stopping with his sweatshirt in his hands to look over Steve. He had the messiest, curly hair, and tattoos littered over his chest. Steve thought he was a bit lanky and pale, but he was attractive. So much so that Steve had to force his eyes to the floor to keep from blushing.

He didn’t understand why he was suddenly thinking boys were pretty.

“My new pet,” Billy’s mouth grew into a playful grin. “You jealous, Eds? You know I’ve still got time for you, baby.”

Steve glanced back up again. Eds. He wondered what it was short for— possibly Edward or Eddie.

The man scoffed and flung the sweatshirt at Billy’s chest. Perhaps he was a little jealous, but he’d never admit it. “In your fucking dreams, Hargrove.”

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart. I’ve got enough cock to go around,” Billy was grinning from ear to ear and he tossed the sweatshirt onto one of the benches before pulling his own off.

Steve thought he was going to pass out. He had gotten naked in the school showers after practice countless times, but the situation he was currently in felt so different. He knew they were going to devour him the second he got naked, fuck him with their eyes. He took a step backwards, debating making a run for it.

“Hey, big boy, you alright?”

The voice of Eds was directed at him now, and Steve looked up. The boy looked fairly young, maybe in his early twenties, with an energy so soft that Steve wanted to collapse and cry into his arms.

“Sit down a minute. Jesus Christ, you look like you’re ready to pass out,” Eddie muttered a bit, reaching to gently grab Steve’s arm and pull him to sit on the bench. He completely ignored Billy, who was stripping right off into all his naked glory.

He had a good body. A really good body. Every muscle was defined; the first time Eddie had saw him naked, he’d asked which God had hand sculpted him. It was the only explanation to how perfect he was.

“How long have you been in?” He tried again, smacking at Billy’s hands when they went to the band of his sweatpants. He was trying to calm Steve down and didn’t need to be stripped naked because Billy was in a mood. “What’s your name?”

“Steve,” He mumbled, eyes glued to the tiles on the floor. There was a massive crack in the one right by his right foot and he wondered how it happened, if some man had been shoved to the floor and it had cracked when coming in contact with his skull.

He was yanked right out of his thoughts when Billy grabbed his chin and forced his eyes up. “What were my rules, huh? You need a refresher? ‘Cause you just broke one, pretty boy.”

“Would you piss off for a second?” Eddie pulled Billy’s hand from Steve’s chin. The poor boy looked as fragile as a glass doll. “Just go check on Argyle or something. Give us a damn minute.”

“Someone’s found an attitude since they’ve left my cell,” Billy narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “Your new daddy not doing a real good job at correcting you, Munson? Pathetic. I’ll have to teach him how to properly handle you.”

Eddie gave him a bit of a bored look before nodding his head towards the showers.

Steve could barely believe it when Billy headed towards them, but only after clicking his tongue in disapproval. It was obvious he had some sort of relationship with the curly haired boy, and for a second he wondered if he would be in Eddie’s position in a few years.

Years. He was going to be locked up for years.

“Hey. It’s okay,” Eddie quickly sat on the bench beside Steve. “This is your first morning, isn’t it? And he’s brought you here already.” He rolled his eyes a little. “Listen, Billy’s not that bad. You just have to do what he says, and he’ll look after you. I was his cellie for years, they transferred me to another cell a few weeks ago. It’s really hard at first, but it gets easier. There’s even some fun moments sometimes.”

“Billy?” Steve looked over his face.

“Shit. Hargrove. I meant Hargrove. Don’t call him that,” Eddie ran a hand through his hair, holding onto the curls for a second. He shouldn’t have slipped up. No one got to call him by his first name except for him in private. “Just listen to his rules and do whatever it is he wants to do and it’ll be much better for you.”

“I don’t want to,” Steve felt like he was on the verge of tears again. He hadn’t cried in years, yet he felt like he hadn’t stopped in the last twenty four hours. “I can’t do this. I’m not meant to be in here, I’m not like these people. I just made a mistake.”

“We’ve all just made mistakes. My life is one big mistake. But you don’t have a choice. You can’t leave, and if you try to kill yourself, they lock you in this empty room and take away your clothes and just leave you there with nothing but a toilet. You have to deal with it. The less of a reaction you give and the stronger you look, the better,” Eddie tried to quickly explain, glancing over towards the showers. He could see Billy strolling back towards them. “Just do what he says, alright? It’s going to be okay.”

“Your girl talk over?” Billy taunted once he was close enough, simple stroll turning into a stalk as he moved closer to them.

It was only then that Steve really got a look at his entire body, not just the upper half, and he was positive his cheeks has burst into flames. He didn’t know why he was affected by it when he’s seen so many of his teammates naked in the past without any sort of reaction, but he internally begged his body not to send any blood down south.

He wouldn’t survive them seeing him with a hard on not even twenty four hours after arriving, surely.

“Just trying to make him feel a bit better, since you clearly aren’t concerned. He’s about to break into a million pieces,” Eddie frowned at Billy.

“Good. That’s what I want,” Billy smirked and didn’t stop moving until he was in front of the bench they were both sitting on. He was wet, his body glimmering and hair sticking to him, and Steve couldn’t look at him. He stared at his feet, instead. “Stevie. Baby,” his voice was suddenly soft, a gentle coo, almost like a song. “Stand up. Time for a wash.”

When Steve didn’t immediately stand, Billy pulled him up and reached for his top. “I know you’re hiding something real good under there, sweetheart. Let me see my new property.”

“Why’ve you got to be such an ass?” Eddie asked. “He’s scared. Go easy on him.”

“I’m going to let you off with one last warning to lose the attitude, sweetheart. I know you’re jealous, but I’m two words away from bending you over the bench and going to fucking town on your ass if you don’t knock it off,” Billy hissed at him, eyes sliding down Steve’s now bare torso. He wasn’t expecting chest hair and was pleasantly surprised. He and Eddie both had fairly smooth chests. “I’m busy with my new toy. Go have a shower, suck my cock, or shut the fuck up.” Eddie grumbled under his breath a bit and Billy finally looked at him. “What was that? Didn’t quite catch it, Eds.”

“Nothing,” Eddie stood back up and pulled off his bottoms in one go, adding them to the pile he’d started with his top. “Didn’t say anything.”

“Didn’t think so,” Billy glanced him up and down before his attention was back on Steve. He was still obsessed with Eddie’s body, and he would never not be, but he had a shiny new toy in front of him that he was about to get a look at for the first time. “Go on then, baby. Be a good boy and push ‘em down for me. Or do you want Daddy to help you?” He faked a pout, voice coaxing all over again, and Steve was sure he was a few seconds away from passing out again.

There was blood rushing to the place he definitely did not want any, and Billy was about to see that his body was reacting to the words and the fear even though he so desperately was trying not to.

It was the worst betrayal he’d ever felt. It made his stomach churn. He tried thinking about horrible things that’d turn him off, but it didn’t work fast enough. Billy impatiently went ahead and pushed his bottoms over his hips and to his ankles, devouring every last inch of skin as it was revealed.

Steve wanted the ground to swallow him up.

“Well, well, well. I don’t think he’s as delicate as you claim he is, Munson,” Billy was smirking, eyes directly on Steve’s cock. Harrington had tried to cover himself originally, but Billy had very quickly gripped his wrists and held them away so his view wasn’t blocked. “What’s done it for you, Stevie, huh? You like me calling myself Daddy? Or is it Eddie that you’re into? You like how soft he is? I’ll tell you, baby, he’s not like that in bed. I’ve trained him real good. He likes being passed around in the showers and treated like a little whore.”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut. He wished he didn’t have to hear it, but mostly that the words didn’t go straight to his cock. He had never felt so much like a disaster, like a mistake, in his entire life. If Eddie’s whole life was a mistake, his was, too, he decided.

“Please, you’re scaring him,” Eddie’s voice was quiet that time and he moved forward to touch his hand to Billy’s waist. He took only the quickest look at Steve’s body while his eyes were shut. “Come on, Hargrove. Take him in, we could all do with a wash.” He’d had to really focus on not calling him Bills like he was so used to doing in private.

Billy silently debated for a moment, still staring at Steve’s lower half. He respected Eddie, loved him even. He’d been taken out of his cell when Argyle had fucked something up with the warden’s order and had only been able to get him his gear a day late. He’d lost his mind and ended up in solitary confinement for a night to calm down, but he was still able to see and play with Eddie every day. Their relationship wasn’t thrown out the window.

It was just making room for one more.

“Alright. I’ve got an idea,” his smirk curled into a grin and he weaved his fingers through one of Steve’s hands to pull him towards the shower rooms. Even though it was only the five of them present, all the streams had been turned on. It was steamy from the heat, and normally would have been packed with slick bodies, but not while Billy was around— unless he was in the scattered mood for an orgy.

Eddie followed behind them. He was going to do the best he could to protect Steve, to carefully talk Billy down from being brutal.

“I’m gonna give you two choices, Sweetheart. I’m fine with either, just so you know,” Billy started, situating Steve under the stream so he’d get soaking wet. The warm water felt good against his skin and Steve took a second to enjoy it before Billy was clearing his throat to grab his attention back. “Option one. You get down on your knees and suck my cock here in the showers where Eddie can help you and soothe you and make you feel better,” he rolled his eyes a bit. “If you do a good job, I’ll wash your hair and give you a scrub and make you feel real nice.” Billy touched Steve’s cheek, rubbing his knuckles across the soft skin. “Or option two, I can leave you alone to have a shower on your own, and then when we get back to the cell, I’ll fuck your face until you vomit and then some. Your choice, baby. Up to you if you want me to be nice and soft or not.”

“Can’t you just wait a bit? Ease him into it? He hasn’t even been here a full day,” Eddie murmured, coming up from behind him in hopes of distracting him. He slid his arms around his waist, pressing his front to Billy’s back. “You can play with me instead. Please?”

“Oh, I will play with you, baby,” Billy murmured. His free hand went to rub over Eddie’s arm that was holding his waist, scratching his nails along the skin. His eyes were glued to Steve’s frightened face, though. “You’ll have to teach him how to please me, Eds. Might save him a whole lotta pain.”

“I will,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Billy’s shoulder. “He can watch. I can show him just how you like it, Daddy.” His mouth moved up the curve of his skin, pressing kisses as he went along. He knew not to leave any marks, though; he’d learned that lesson years ago.

“Fine.” Billy dropped his hand from Steve’s face to look at Eddie over his shoulder. “On your knees. Now.”

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anotheranimestan · 4 years

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Steamy Nights

Shouta Aizawa steaminess + suggestive language

Please note that y/n is obviously of age in this one

wc: 2.4k

Tell me why I got 🦋 when writing this loll. This man is fineee

Stretched out on Aizawa’s couch, you were waiting for him to get home after another long day of teaching. A little while ago he’d given you a key to his place, which was a big surprise since he values his privacy so much. Since you hadn’t been able to see him for a few days, you figured tonight would be the perfect time to use it. Work was really taxing on him lately and you knew he was stressed. Probably over stressed. To make the most of the night, you decided to set the atmosphere.

The apartment already had Shouta’s personality all over it. Lots of dark furniture and wood. Absolutely no harsh lighting, just a few dim lamps. His walls were scattered with some paintings he’d bought on your art show dates together. Old books and blankets everywhere. His sweet cat usually curled up in her corner.

He had a drawer full of scented candles. Your favorite was the cinnamon one but he claims it’s too sweet for him. Although you highly doubted he’d even notice the difference, he just holds random stubborn opinions sometimes without any good reason behind it. Just wanting things to complain about. Most people found his pessimistic grumpy attitude unattractive but...he’s just moody. An exterior shell. Inside was was soft and sweet.

You’d just finished lighting a few of the cinnamon candles and putting on some of his favorite music in the background when you heard the door click open.

He’s always so light on his feet. Sometimes if you weren’t paying close attention he’d come in and scare the life out of you on accident.

You rounded the corner, excited to see him.

“Hey Eraserhead.”

You always called him by is pro name when he’s in his hero costume. People usually assumed it was out of respect or privacy but he knew the real reason. You were teasing him. You disliked his hero name and his hero outfit. Recalling the day Present Mic convinced him to use it, you’d pestered him relentlessly to put more effort into it. Insisting he’d regret it one day. He said he didn’t care...but now look at him.

“Please y/n, when are you going to stop calling me that?” He said rubbing his eyes. He was low energy as usual.

“After you change it.”

“I can’t change it.”

“Exactly.” You whispered smugly.

He sighed. No matter how many times you had this conversation you would always win. Rightfully but he wouldn’t admit it.

You drifted over to greet him properly. Brushing the hair out of his eyes and placing a sweet lingering kiss on his cheek.

And as for his boring, baggy costume...you understood it’s purpose. He wore it to stand out less, aiding in his fight style. But it was still a pain since you couldn’t properly hug him in it. The capture weapon was always in your face and you could hardly feel his body through the layers.

His modest attire duped most people. Making his tastefully well built body underneath a best kept secret. Which you supposed was an upside. Only you (and Present Mic for some reason) had ever really gotten to see him shirtless.

“I’m going to change.” He said kissing your forehead. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

He reemerged from his room a few minutes later. Wearing a droopy black shirt and sweatpants that were loose around his hips. You could see the dipped lines of his V. Just north was his lightly defined six pack. And just south was unfortunately concealed under black briefs and his untied waistband...

He caught you staring.

Feeling red and exposed you quickly redirected your attention to something else. “So are you hungry babe? I could make something?”

He declined.

“Okay...what about grading assignments. Do you want help to make it go faster?”

Declined again. Apparently he worked straight through lunch to finish that already.

You were beginning to feel useless. You’re supposed to be making him de-stress but it’s like he was so self-sufficient there was no room for you.

You sat next to him on the couch, his arm wrapped around you. You brushed some hair behind his ear. His long dark hair was always messy from his constant naps. Plus, you constantly running your fingers in it doesn’t help that situation. He was quiet. Massaging his temples. You could see the tension on his face. It made your heart twinge with pain. Just then you noticed his ear fully. He had at least six piercings on this one but he wasn’t wearing any of his earrings. Usually he’d put them on when he wasn’t at work but he didn’t tonight. And you knew exactly why.

“Babe. I have an idea.”

“And what’s that?” He played along.

He would take them out when he secretly wanted one of your amazing head massages. You always focus on his ears and temples just like he liked so he’d left out his earrings hoping you’d get the hint. This man could never just ask for something in his life. Luckily you could read him like a book.

“Come on.” You purred. Pulling him with both hands off the couch. He complied wearily.

Aizawa didn’t spend much of the money he made from pro hero work on lavish things. The only times he splurged was to buy you nice gifts. However, you did convince him to purchase one nice thing for himself. You knew he wanted it anyways but was just too stubborn to actually buy it.

A jacuzzi tub. He loves hot baths after a day of dealing with his “problem children” students. It was the only thing that could get his muscles to relax. And the moisture from the steam felt nice on his eyes.

Making sure to bring a candle and the speaker with, you lured him into the bathroom.

“Want to take a bath with me?” You asked sweetly.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” A tiny smile spread on his lips. You were too irresistible to deny.

“Okay you run it and I’ll go get the wine.” You sang excitedly. “But don’t make it so hot. You almost burnt my skin off last time.”

“It felt normal to me.” He said casually.

“Yea because you’re a psychopath.” You quipped before springing to the kitchen.

You guys had two types of favorite wine. One was for your long deep discussions about art and literature. Or when asks for your advice on dealing with his students because he knows he’d just lose his temper and expel them without your ideas. And the other, the pricier and far more potent one, was saved for special moments. Just like these. You poured your glass full, of course, but you filled his to the tippy top. Not only did he need it, but Lord knows tipsy Aizawa was sexy.

When you returned, he was crouched over testing the water temperature. His face gently lit from the soft glow of the candle in the dark room.

“I made sure to cool it off. No psychopaths here.” He teased trying to sound bored. But his voice was noticeably happier than when he’d arrived.

You instructed him to take a few sips of wine, desperate to get that show rolling.

“I know what you’re doing.” He said with an amused little smile. He swapped the cups in your hands so you now claimed the full one.

“Good. So then you should know exactly how to play along.” You said as you switched the glasses back with a wink.

He sighed in defeat. But that rare smile was still adorning his cheeks. He took a few y/n-approved size drinks.

His hair was falling into his eyes again. You set your glass down on the tub edge and pulled him into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist while you pushed his hair back and secured it in a clip.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He said softly.

“I know. Now that I have a key I wanted to come bother you a bit.”

His eyebrow raised at the word bother.

You panicked slightly. Hoping he wasn’t actually bothered that you’d come uninvited.

“That does sound like you.” He said as he kissed your nose. “I hope you do it more often.”

Your heart spasmed.

“Really? You do?” Your insecurities ears’ perked up.

“Why wouldn’t I want that?” He said in his deep sleepy voice.

A happy little smile broke its way through. You could only shrug in response.

You slipped your hands under his shirt and pulled it up slowly. Dragging your knuckles along the dips and bumps of his abs as you went. Gently you pulled it over his head. He helped by raising his arms which just made the rest of his muscles flex. Your heart started beating a little faster. No matter how many times you saw him he always made you flustered.

Your eyes were glued on him. His tattoos were now completely visible. Another best kept secret. They trailed around his shoulder, back and half his chest. You placed some honeyed kisses on his collar bones as you pulled down his sweatpants and briefs to leave him fully undressed. He was mouthwatering type sexy. The candlelight was highlighting all his high points in the best possible way. The music was perfectly complimenting your emotions and the sleepy eyes staring at you so lovingly were severely compromising your thought process. There were a lot of things you wanted to do with him suddenly but you focused your eyes on the goal here. A relaxing, hot bath.

Bath bath bath.

Reluctantly containing yourself you pried his hands off your waist and nudged him towards the water.

“Okay okay, go on.”

“You’re coming too right?” He said as he grazed your bottom lip with his thumb.

You nodded, butterflies erupting in your tummy.

He laid down in the water and took some more large swigs of wine. His glass was half empty before you’d even taken your first sip. He watched you undress with intent in his eyes, soaking in every curve and dip of you as well. He reached an arm out to you once you’d fully unclothed. He wanted his hands on you immediately.

But you had a goal here. Bath. Massage. Focus.

You slipped in behind him so that he laid between your legs. His broad shoulders nearly covered your whole body when he leaned back against you.

The tub was huge. Easily fit you both and could probably add another person.

“And now for my favorite part.” You announced as you switched the tub on its low setting. The rumbling under the water sending tiny vibrating waves around the whole tub.

Definitely worth spending his money.

Your hands rubbed every inch of him you could reach. His abs, the thick muscular sides of his waist, his biceps. You alternated between hugging his neck whispering cute things in his ear and massaging him.

Of course he was practically falling asleep as you spent time on his ears and temples. His head was heavy against your chest. It was so cute. You loved when he fell asleep on you.

But you knew he was keeping himself awake. He was rubbing your legs and the backs of your thighs. Squeezing and kneading them gently. Placing kisses on your arms and hands whenever he got the chance.

After about 20 minutes and one refresh of hot water, both your glasses were empty. He’d drank most of it since he’d downed the last few sips of yours too.

Wanting to see his handsome face again you shifted and positioned yourself to sit on his lap, thighs wrapped snuggly around his waist. After making sure you were fully comfortable, he leaned back against the tub and closed his eyes. He pulled you close and trailed circles with his fingertips up and down your back under the warm water. He loved the weight of you on him. You both exhaled a deep stress relieving breath.

The steam was working its magic, the rumbling of the jets felt so good massaging your legs. And his heart beat, you could feel it through his chest. It was slow and steady. Making you drowsy off him.

He noticed you were lost in thought, stroking his hair and tracing your fingers along the lines of his tattoo. He took advantage of this time to soak in all your features, watching you under drooping lashes. The flush of your cheeks, the delicate arrangement of your beauty marks. The far off expression on your face, he knew it well. He loved observing you when you were like this. You were beautiful.

“Relaxed yet?” You purred. Starting to tease him with soft kisses.

“Almost there.” He replied before catching you to deepen the kiss. Your soft skin and body heat was melting him away. He wanted more. Using both hands he pressed your back into it.

He savored your lips for a long while, becoming more and more passionate as the seconds ticked by and the wine hit his bloodstream.

You felt him shifting underneath you. Squirming slightly from the pressure that was building up. More butterflies. His hands clamped down around your hips.

“Okay your plan worked.” He smiled into your kiss. Eyes still closed.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to.”

He tapped his finger against the empty wine glasses.

You started sucking on the sensitive spot under his ear. You knew tipsy Shouta always got turned on by that.

His arms both constricted tightly around your waist. His hips were pressing up into you now with impatience.

“Let’s go to my room.” He concluded. You giggled, causing your lips to vibrate against his sweet spot. You heard the soft moan from deep in his throat.

He stood up keeping you wrapped tightly around him, carrying you with ease.

He half-heartedly patted you both down with a towel, his hand not losing contact with your ass for a second.

Before he could whisk you out of the bathroom you grabbed the speaker and candle again.

The scent wafted into the air around you.

“Mm that smells good.” He said distracted for only a moment before his lips gravitated to your body again.

“Oh really. So you do like it.” You said with the smuggest tone. “You’ll never guess what scent it is Shouta.”

He didn’t reply. Too distracted with kissing your shoulders.

“Cinnamon.” You said with as much sass and emphasis as you could muster.

He paused. Caught. How did you always get him like this?

He pulled back rolling his eyes with a smile. Nose to nose now, you pressed him further with a smirk.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. Looking directly in your eyes he said, “Mhm. Keep this same energy when I take you in there.”

And just like that he’d knocked down your resolve and your whole body started fluttering.

He carried you into his bed and you two “relaxed” for the rest of the night.

😳 the way I want to be y/n.

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celestialarchon · 4 years

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The Celestial Archon

Chapter One: A Storm of Stars

Genshin Impact x F!reader

In the first chapter, you may find the mystery archon described in a way that doesn’t fit you. That’s okay, it will change to each individual’s own tastes with time. The archon is described a certain way for reasons regarding the story line!

WARNINGS: lots of genshin spoilers, mentions of blood/violence, & mentions of injury.

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Our story began when Mona, the esteemed astrologist made a bold declaration. The stars foretold the return of a mysterious eighth archon. With this information, the most influential people of Mondstat and Liyue set a plan into action. The beloved traveler and his sidekick were quickly dragged into the preparations for the Celestial Archon. Aether and Paimon were looking forward to resting after weeks of hard work but unfortunately were interrupted by a star falling from the heavens. And so, we continue onward with our adventure.

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Aether’s legs were sore, his knees began to buckle as he finally made it to the entrance of dawn winery. He yelped, falling forwards and closed his eyes preparing for the impact. It never came as two sets of hands grasped the boy and steadied him. Diluc, the esteemed owner of Dawn Winery sighed as his brother gently removed the mysterious young woman from Aether’s back. The red headed man scowled as the traveler’s knees buckled once more, catching the now unconscious boy.

The knights of favonious stood outside the winery, watching the two men carry the weakened traveler and mystery lady. With the stars still falling in the distance it was quite a sight to behold. Mona gasped as Kaeya approached, the woman in his arms still still sleeping. Her hair was long and wild, strange silvery tattoos danced on her skin, and her body was frail. Kaeya tried to be gentle with her, holding her bridal style but he could feel her losing strength and the warm blood from a wound staining his shirt.

Noelle rushed forward to remove Aether from Diluc, “My apologies Master Diluc, but this young lady needs a free room immediately.”

Diluc nodded, grimacing at the sight of the wounded woman in his brother’s arms. He pushed the doors to Dawn Winery open, making his way to the nearest guest room. Kaeya followed him and Jean yanked her younger sister along. The room was simple with a bed, night stand, and single chair. Kaeya set the woman down on the bed carefully, and rolled her over to see the back of her top soaked.

“Kaeya, go wash up.” Jean ordered, unsheathing her sword.

Diluc steered his brother out of the room while Jean got to work. With speed and precision, Jean’s sword cut the cloth away from the injury. Her eyes widened and she stepped back as the wound as freed. Barbara peeked around her sister and felt nausea building up. Noelle entered the room to see the two sisters in shock. Jean’s eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and disgust.

“Did she have wings?” Barbara whispered, eyes never leaving the back of the woman.

“No, this isn’t a tear. Somebody or something did this to her,” Jean gritted her teeth, “they carved it into her.”

Noelle glanced over them to see something incredibly awful. There were two deep and wide gashes starting at her shoulder blades and meeting at her tailbone to make an upside down v symbol. Her breathing was shallow as the air hit the open wound. Barbara made her way to the bedside to infuse the wound with hydro energy and try to help the pain.

“Noelle!” Jean barked, “Find the Alchemists and tell Albedo to set up a direct teleport point here. Bring Sucrose here, we will need all the help we can get.”

Noelle nodded and dashed out the door, nearly colliding with the knight’s librarian. Lisa frowned but ignored the rushed girl and stepped into the room.

“Lisa,” Jean sighed as the woman walked in.

Lisa’s hand found its way to the dandelion knight’s shoulder, “Yes, acting grandmaster?”

“Please send word to Liyue Harbor that we need the aid of their best herbalist right now. This is urgent. You may also inform the adepti and Zhongli of the archon’s arrival but we need aid now.” Jean’s tone was serious, it struck a chord of anxiety in Lisa.

Without a word, Lisa strode out of the room and began to do as she was asked. Barbara continued to ease the pain of the sky goddess but grew more worried each second. The wound was infected. Sucrose burst in soon after, tears forming at the sight before her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Liyue Harbor’s esteemed top herbalist arrived with a small zombie girl. Together, the best healers from both countries began to work hard. They poured all their energy into their work and successfully removed the infection. By the time the sun began to come up, the wound was rapid healed but scarred terribly.

Though morning approached, the temporary residents of Dawn Winery found themselves crawling into bed to get some rest. Jean didn’t want to leave the eight archon’s side but was convinced to by her loving sister. The healers slept all day and all night long, missing the arrival of Liyue’s highest regarded people and adepti. Not a single soul dared to peak at the mysterious goddess as she slept, in fear of interrupting her much needed peace.

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24 Hours had passed since the arrival of the eighth archon. The herbalists and knights began to wake finally as morning approached. Unfortunately, when they went to check on the strange woman and her injuries, the room was empty. Dread set over Dawn Winery with the goddess of the stars missing once more.

Noon soon came to pass but there was no sign of the Celestial Archon. Everyone had split up to search for her but had no luck. Aether was frustrated and panicked as he fell onto the grass. Suddenly a large gust of wind blew him over, Paimon clutched to his hair as a winged blue beast shot across their line of vision.

“Dvalin?” Venti stood abruptly, “Could it be..”

Realization hit Aether, “Let’s go! We need to follow him!”

Aether, Venti, Kaeya, and Lisa trailed behind the dragon. Paimon screamed at them to slow down but they were too focused to care. Finally, out of breath, they stopped. Dvalin had landed on the edge of a cliff, his head leaned down to press his snout against the cheek of a beautiful woman. Her hair was still long and wild but not unkempt. Her eyes shone bright like stars and her skin seemed to glow under the sunlight. Aether was awestruck. Was that really the same person he rescued only a day before?

The wind carried her laughter as the majestic beast snuggled up to her. Her hands came up to stroke his scales as her feet left the ground. She truly was floating. Starstruck, Aether and the knights of favonious could only stare. Venti, however, burst forward with a gleeful giggle. The celestial archon turned as the bard crashed into her. Dvalin rested his head atop of hers as her arms wrapped around the childlike god.

“Don’t worry, Barbatos,” She reassured, “I missed you, too.”

“You scared me, you stupid supernova!” Venti nuzzled his face into her chest.

Aether shivered as a growl tore through the air. The noise startled him enough, he fell right on his ass. Xiao shot forwards, ripping the anemo archon off of the celestial archon.

“You bastard drunk,” Xiao’s face was dark, “Don’t touch her as you please.”

“Ehe,” Venti giggled as the adeptus held him by the collar.

Aether stood and sighed, gazing at the shocked woman. He turned, hearing footsteps behind him. Zhongli had found them and the remaining adepti trailed behind him. The eighth archon’s mouth was agape. She flung herself at Xiao, tackling him. Venti escaped the yaksha as the goddess fell ontop of him.

“Oi,” She grinned clutching onto him, “I think I even missed your shitty attitude, pretty boy.”

Xiao’s face was red as he grumbled, “Just shut up, space case.”

Zhongli clicked his tongue, impatient. He pulled the goddess off of the yaksha and embraced her. His sudden affection made her cheeks flush but she returned the hug. Zhongli’s arms tightened around her, fearful that he would wake up from a dream. After a few moments he released her only for the poor bright eyed goddess to be swarmed by the adepti.

She giggled as they each took turns showing her how much she was missed. Even as Cloud Retainer scolded her, the smile never left her face.

“What exactly happened to you anyways?” The female crane adepti grilled the goddess.

A nervous laugh escaped the young woman, “Well, I kept thinking about how my heart was restless. So I guess I kept walking. Eventually this strange darkness consumed me and I couldn’t go anywhere. It was as if all the evil gods I struck down were exacting their revenge. Some time ago, the void I was stuck in opened up a bit and I escaped but was forced into something even worse. There were terrible monsters and powerful beings who sought my abilities I guess. They mistook me as a new goddess and attacked me.”

Aether’s ears perked up. She was talking about the Abyss, he was sure of it. His heart hurt at the way she tried to mask the pain of the endeavor. She reminded him of Lumine a bit.

“So anyways,” She continued, “I ran again and got caught in this space. It wasn’t bad, but nothing happened. I mean nothing, I was actually stuck for real that time and the space seemed to shift around me even though I couldn’t move. Time didn’t pass and my thoughts came to a stop, too. Then I was forced out and I think I was falling? That blonde kid picked me up but I was weakened. Sorry I don’t remember much but that.”

“Forced out, hm..” Cloud Retainer seemed stuck in her thoughts.

“That’s not quite right,” The goddess sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “It’s more like it shattered? I think I fell with the pieces of it.”

“How strange,” Kaeya started, “It almost sounds like a domain.”

Zhongli nodded, “It does. Let’s not discuss this any further for now, it seems to be a painful topic.”

The celestial archon smiled gently at the geo archon, embracing him again. Zhongli stiffened but wrapped his arms around her again. Aether felt Xiao shift next to him, he glanced at the adeptus and had to restrain his laughter. He didn’t think the rough adeptus could ever pour, but there he was pouting.

After exchanging greetings and parting with Dvalin, the group headed back to Dawn Winery. Paimon had already taken a liking to the goddess of stars. Aether couldn’t blame the chubby fairy, the archon seemed oddly mortal to him. The other Archons carried themselves with grace and authority. The Celestial Archon was strangely human. Her appearance was godly and she did have a sort of divine aura to her but she was far more down to earth then even Venti.

“So why did you leave so suddenly?” Aether’s curious eyes met hers as they hiked back to the winery.

“I, uh, well the sun was calling to me.” A bashful smile formed on her lips.

Aether raised his eyebrows, “Calling to you?”

“Yeah,” her eyes were a bit distant, “It’s as if it was reminding me that the sun is a star, too. It willed me to bask in it I suppose.”

Paimon giggled at the archon’s clumsy wording. Aether pondered over what she said, thinking it was unique. Dawn Winery came into view and the traveler noticed that everybody else had returned. Chaos ensued at their arrival.

“Ahem,” Venti cleared his throat, “This is the eighth archon. The Celestial Archon, Seraphim. I call her supernova though cause she’s beautiful and destructive.”

“Hello! Let’s skip formalities, feel free to call me by my chosen name!” She introduced herself cheerfully.

Everybody chose to ignore Venti’s comment on the goddess being destructive. She was far too kind and gracious to be anything of that sort. Aether was the only one among them who noticed Venti’s words. They filled him with curiosity.

“I’m so hungry,” Paimon groaned.

“Oh, I missed food!” The bubbly goddess yelled, “Let’s eat! Can we eat?”

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The dining room was filled with chatter as they celebrated the arrival of the long lost archon. Paimon was stuffing her face as Venti chugged another bottle of dandelion wine, hiccuping. Diluc sighed as Kaeya poured another glass for himself with rosy cheeks. The scarlet haired man found himself looking for the celestial archon again. No matter how heard he tried to distract himself, his thoughts and eyes always found their way to her.

She was levitating above her seat, giggling as people brought her food to try. Xiao was uncharacteristically calm and looked happy even, as he fed her bits of almond tofu. Zhongli was smiling at her as she took sips of tea. The goddess picked up the small zombie girl and sat her in her lap, letting the child introduce “coco goat” milk to her. Things were going well overall.

Diluc watched as the kind hearted goddess set the child down and excused herself. She glided towards the terrace with a lingering sadness in her eyes. The esteemed Ragnvindr swiped the unopened bottle of dandelion his brother was reaching for and uncorked it. For a moment, the man was hesitant but his legs carried him to the open terrace anyways.

“Hello, Mister Diluc,” The goddess greeted him without turning to look at him.

“Pardon me,” He stopped at her side, “I don’t mean to intrude. This is a gift for you, Dawn Winery’s special.”

She glanced at him through her peripheral vision and held out her hand. He sighed and placed the bottle in her slender hand, watching her take a sip. She returned to staring at the stars above, sipping on the wine. The tycoon couldn’t help but stay by her side, seeing the look of longing she had. He felt that if he left her, she might just disappear again.

“It’s good,” She murmured, closing her eyes.

“Thank you,” Diluc tried to hold back the smile growing on his face, “I appreciate that you’re savoring it and not gulping it down like certain alcoholics.”

A snort escaped from the girl, “Barbatos the esteemed anemo archon and local alcoholic.”

Diluc snickered at her comment. She was so surreal. Everything about her felt dreamy, it was truly enchanting.

“I can leave you alone with your thoughts, I am deeply sorry if I disturbed you.” The man sighed and turned, but was stopped by her fingertips grazing his wrist.

“Diluc Ragnvindr, you are not a bother,” She sighed, “I am just a fool who would rather look for answers in constellations than face the reality before me. For me, not much time has passed since the Archon War. So you’ll have to forgive me if I seem cold, I simply am frustrated and depressed by the changes in Teyvat. I missed thousands of years and it will haunt me for a long while.”

Diluc’s jaw nearly hit the floor at the bluntness of the woman in front of him. He was empathetic to her situation, after distancing himself from everyone around him he had moments of sadness as well. He was also fascinated by her adoration for the stars.

“Do the stars give you answers?” He asked quietly.

She laughed, “Not always, but i’m able to read the constellations of an individual, even you Darknight Hero.”

“Oh, fucks sake that’s mortifying!” He groaned and then leaned in, “Wait. I have a constellation? How much do you know?”

“Your constellation is Noctua, and it’s fairly easy to read. I know that you pretend like everybody is bothering you at all times, because you don’t want to be disappointed again as your brother disappointed you after the loss of your father. You feel the need to be strong and never seen as weak, somewhere between inferiority complex and social anxiety.” Her words made his heart pound.

“But,” She continued smiling, “I understand. I also have daddy issues of sorts. And it often feels easier to put up those walls.”

Diluc was speechless. Their conversation was interrupted by clapping, as Kaeya made his way out of the shadows. Any vulnerability left Diluc at his brother’s entrance. He quickly exited the balcony seeing Kaeya’s smug expression.

“You are interesting,” his voice was almost sultry, “Tell me, what do you see from my constellation.”

The goddess gave him a sour look. She was quiet for a minute, eyes narrowed at the man. He waited, expectantly.

“Pavo Ocellus,” She sighed, “A complicated constellation. You do carry a heavy burden savior of Khaenri'ah. So much of you is shrouded in mystery, although that’s fitting isn’t it? I don’t know enough to see you as a threat, however your dishonest habits and constant tests you put people through seems irritating.”

“Oh, you’re bold,” He grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Bold, beautiful, and busty. Just my type.”

“And you say things like that so casually,” She pushed his hand away, making her way back to the dining hall.

“Sir Kaeya, you should be careful saying such things. If you aren’t, somebody might fall for you. It’s like a honey trap. Give the wrong person the wrong idea and you’ll find yourself in a pinch.”

With that, she left the calvary captain alone with his thoughts. He was pulled in by her, but knew she was dangerous. His mind shifted back to Venti’s word earlier and he clicked his tongue. The bard may have been onto something.

When Kaeya returned to the banquet, the Celestial Archon was back to eating and being doted on. Xiao’s glare was locked in and targeted as Kaeya sat a short distance from the goddess. Kaeya merely winked at him, sticking his tongue out slightly. The yaksha’s hand flew to the spear by his side as he snarled at the cryo wielder. The goddess noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere and moved to the adepti’s lap. He blushed and scowled, but set his head on her shoulder.

The young woman’s affection towards Xiao didn’t go unnoticed and soon Zhongli was offering her tea while Venti offered her booze. Even Jean was attempting to seek some attention from the goddess. For once, Diluc and Kaeya had the same thought. That woman is troublesome.

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