#cold cruel world out there tsk tsk

[chryblossomjjk]

just found out that jungkook interacts with people who aren’t me

[yeagersss]

Sukuna who has defeated every sorcerer and rules at the top.

Sukuna who is utterly bored out of his mind now. His monotonous days pass with him sitting on his throne, listening to the pleas of humans to spare him, curses updating how far and wide his kingdom has stretched.

But none of that matters to him anymore.

He wants a challenge. He craves a challenge.

In comes you, a precious, little thing with a unique technique. A precious, little thing hidden away by your clan.

A clan who would rather let the technique die than let it be carried on in a woman's blood.

But your grandfather was a good man. He taught you the way of the sword. All the basics that helped you carry your own.

After all, you were the sole sorcerer left on this land. It was your duty to defeat the King of Curses.

But then your grandfather died and you were confined in your clan's estate.

But that didn't stop you. You were determined. You had a destiny that was calling to you.

And so, with your family's sword in hand, you ran away. You, a precious little thing, you had barely learned to control your technique and was new to handling a sword.

But you were determined and even Sukuna could see that when you stood before his throne.

His four eyes wandered across you. You were a pretty little thing. Looking at him defiantly with doe eyes while holding your sword firmly in your hands.

"Ryomen Sukuna, I-I have come to defeated you!"

And the King of Curses couldn't stop the maddening grin spreading across his face. A challenge. Even if it was from an utterly, weak thing like you... It was challenge.

His mind was reeling with what he could do with you.

He could toy with you. Play with you until he gets bored and finally silences you with a simple flick of his finger. He could make you think you were close to winning. See the joy on your face until he rips your heart out.

But when you charged towards him. Sukuna saw the potential in you. The potential to be strong.

The potential to be more than just a temporary plaything for him.

And that's when a thought popped up in his mind. He had all the time in the world. But the main thing was that he was bored enough to try something new.

So with each swing of your sword and each burst of curse energy, he huffed out brash comments your way.

"You call that an attack?"

"What is that? Even a child could do better."

"You're wasting my time, woman."

"Tsk. Slow. Sloppy. Useless."

It wasn't until after a desperate swing of your sword, did you find your chest pinned to the wall with one of his powerful hands with ease.

The curse had taken your sword and inspected the blade curiously. "Your form is pathetic. Who taught you to wield a blade?"

You gritted your teeth, refusing to answer until he pressed you further against the concrete.

"M-My grandfather... taught me...!" You cried out. Your bones would break if he pressed you further.

He snorted. "It seems that your grandfather is a useless man."

Anger boiled within you. You wanted to scream at him for insulting the only family who had ever loved you but you were tossed to the ground as if you were nothing.

Your tired body hit the polished marble. You were a mess. Your long hair had came undone in the middle of the fight. Your kimono had slipped off your shoulders.

And Sukuna wouldn't lie when he let his eyes wander across your form. You were a pretty, little thing after all. Even better now that you were on his knees in front of him, looking absolutely defeated.

You had accepted your death. You were about to die. This cruel, selfish being will never spare you.

But then you felt the cold tip your blade against your chin as the King tilted your head up to make you look at him.

"Don't think that I'm done with you yet, little one."

"W-What do you want from me?" You choked out.

And a cruel grin stretched across his face. "I will take you under my wing. I will teach you how to harness your curse technique and how to use a blade."

It wasn't a request or a choice. It was a straight out order.

Your eyes widened at his words. "W-Why...?"

Why indeed? Because Ryomen Sukuna was a selfish and bored man. He wanted a challenge? Then he will mold you into his perfect sorceress. His perfect little killing machine. And when the time finally comes, you will give him a challenge of a lifetime.

[merakiui]

I was reading through animals facts and found something interesting...

"Octopus lay up between 20,000 to 80,000 eggs at a time"

Σ(°ロ°) Azul!?

I mean, I doubt merfolk would lay that many (since Azul is an only child), but imagine if they did lay even close to that amount.

Like Azul deciding to babytrap Darling, and she's expecting one maybe two babies. Only to pop out like 10 tiny little babies. The shock and horror.

Or a scenerio involving alien or eldritch monster Azul, who wants darling to help him repopulate his species. Unaware that he's gonna knock her up with hundreds of babies at a time due to his biology.

I hope this isn't too weird. This fact just got my breeding kink going for some reason.

>:) back on the egg agenda with tako!!!!

I like to imagine mers can produce a lot of eggs (maybe not nearly as much as 20k and maybe some more than other species) but enough knowing that many of those eggs won't survive. Very few fry return from hatching if it's the open ocean,,, although maybe if he keeps you in captivity and you lay the eggs in a safe space where he can watch over both you and the young.... perhaps more will survive. <3

Alien Azul....... waaaa captured and forced to be the broodmother for such a large clutch. orz so heavily knocked up you can't even escape. Not that you ever could before. Maybe he's the creature who invaded your ship and killed all of your fellow crew members,, something something his home planet is no longer habitable, so he's been searching for a place that will be safe to repopulate and live,, or he was the thing kept locked up in a lab and you just happened to be the unfortunate scientist or janitor or security guard who caught his attention. World is cold and cruel, but human womb is warm and soft and perfect temperature for holding and incubating young. >w< if you're so scared, he supposes he can take on a human form, though he's not sure why that would be of any comfort when humans are so fragile and weak and easy to snap in half. :3c his true form is much better suited to protecting you and the babies.

And with so many tentacles at his disposal he can multitask!! Pleasuring you while cleaning up around the little nest/nook he keeps you in,,, feeding you delicious foods he managed to find and gather while filling you up with more slick to keep the eggs properly comfortable inside you. Restraining your arms and spreading your legs if you try to close them or resist in any way. Stuffing one down your throat to keep you docile and quiet whenever you protest. The babies don't need to hear their mother being a brat and pitching a fit. Tsk tsk. Wiping your tears away when you get so overstimulated from all of the attention and appendages stuffed in your holes.

You may think he's inherently cruel, but he's really a gentle creature at heart(s). :( he just wants to start a family and keep his species extant and maybe you'll come to love and appreciate him one day... he likes you a lot,,, if he didn't, he would've torn you apart by now and the walls would've been spattered with blood and gore. He's trying to make this as easy and painless as possible for you, feeding you aphrodisiac fluid so the process isn't uncomfortable, and he's even going out of his way to prepare you! He just wants his mate to be happy and relaxed. >_<

Maybe your mind just can't keep up with all of this,, the body horror and the actual tentacled horror fawning over you. The absurd amount of eggs crammed in your womb and all of these new sensations you've never felt before. Emotions and hormones are all over the place. You can't believe you actually panicked when you woke up one morning and saw he wasn't curled at your side. You actually want him to touch you, to wrap you up and hold you close, to speak to you in his native tongue and then translate in your language in the best way he can... orz you must be losing your mind to find comfort in the very creature who has made you feel so uncomfortable.

[eccentricallygothic]

When Bf!Pedri comes back a winner from a Classico and you are a Madridista… 

Warning(s): Painal, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, humiliation, spanking, mirror sex, body writing, kinda hate sex but not really because it's an established thing, football rivalry. MDNI. 

Pedri eats you out and worships your pussy if Madrid wins, and he fucks your ass and then some if Barcelona does. 

Meaning it goes his way if he comes home a victor.

That is the deal.

The room is engulfed in silence and the menace in the air seems to cut at the tears sitting on your eyes. Your gasps and hisses are lost on you due to how loud and heavy your heart thumps in your ears. Your fingertips are cold against the edge of the table that they remain curled around and your knuckles have turned white from the force you're putting into your grip.

When another one of Pedri's spanks bring you to a state of temporary coherence, you hear his cold chuckle as well as the humiliating smacking of his balls against your blushing ass that is gaping around his rock-like girth. 

“I know, baby, I know” the white jersey that he makes you wear especially for the occasion scalds into your skin when he brushes your hair out of the way and smooths the pearly fabric down to make the name of one of his rivals even clearer to his lust-ridden, proud view. “It hurts to lose” his taunting coo burns into your cheeks and you clench your jaw in loathsomeness despite the unmeasurable love you hold for your cruel defiler.

You try to lower your head to avoid your view so he grabs your hair and pulls at it to make sure you are upright enough to see yourself in the full size mirror that he has placed before the table. The pathetic score with which your club lost to his is written on your forehead with a big, black, and bold marker. 

“Look at how pretty you look bent over with your Madridista ass spread around my cock” the mat of his thick hair sticks to his forehead as the ends hang over his intimidating eyes that are so dark they appear almost wholly black. He is still wearing his kit, he never takes it off on nights such as this. One of his hands hold your tear stained face up towards the mirror and the other keeps one of your knees pushed over the table to make his destroying of your ass even deeper.

Now you understand why he gave you a cool snort and careless once over before reassuring you that it was okay when you revealed yourself to be a Madridista on your very first date. It had been surprising for you, because you had almost imagine him dumping you out of disgust. But he had told you it was okay. That you could love him and your club at the same time and the world would still be the same, if the two of you were good for each other. 

And oh, the two of you were more than good for each other. 

In a once in a lifetime kind of way.

Which is why this deal was a fun and mutual decision between the two of you. 

“You pretend to be mad and embarrassed, but I can feel your tiny little pussy trying to greedily clamp down onto me everytime I graze by, tsk.” And now you are reminded of why it had come to be in the first place.

Because your lover that belonged to the enemy had not spoken one word false. You are a mess of burning wanton between your legs, your hips try to reach out to him with no regard to the stinging of your poor pucker each time his snap against yours. And you bite your lip before sucking down on it in sick anticipation of when he will lay you down under him and make you look at his face as he would take you over and over again until his name and face will be all that you know.

You cannot wait.

. . .

MASTERLIST 

[koyagifs]

𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

pairing: san x reader au: ceo | arrange marriage genre: angst word count: 1.027 words summary: San struggles to finalize his divorce not ready to let you go warning(s): - part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“you know, if you truly wanted the divorce you would signed the papers already,” you said, taking a sip of your wine.

San glared at you, the pen in his hand slamming down onto the table. He leaned back into his chair, muttering nonsense as he took his phone out. Messages of his mistress taking over his screen. You held a smirk on your face, knowing exactly who is blowing up his phone.

“San, I’m tired of this cat and mouse game. Just signed the damn papers so we can get on with our lives.”

San tsk, shoving the papers away from him as he got up. You rolled your eyes, finishing the remainder of your wine. Your phone buzzed, a smile planted on your face as your new lover informed you of his arrival. San notices, his eyes narrowing as he catches the change in your expression.

“who is it this time? Is it Mingi? Maybe even Yunho, knowing you like to whore around with my friend.”

You pause, his venomous words hanging in the air between you. A slow, bitter smile spreads across your lips as you turn to face him fully. "Oh, is that really what you think?" you reply coolly, eyes locking with his.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, San. Besides, you lost the right to care a long time ago.”

His jaw clenches, and he crosses his arms tighter against his chest. "You didn’t answer the question," he spits, his gaze dark and piercing.

“ Is it Mingi? Or Yunho?” He steps closer, voice dripping with venom.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I don’t need to explain myself to you," you say calmly, meeting his fury with icy indifference. "The only thing I need from you is your signature."

San glares at you, his frustration boiling over. "You're unbelievable," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "You say you want to move on, yet you keep playing these games."

"Games?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow.

San’s breath hitches as you grip his face, tension between you two crackling like electricity. The memory of that night nearly a year ago washed over both of you —the same bitter dynamic. Yet, this time, theres a finality in the air, a sense that this dance is coming to its inevitable end.

He doesn’t move, his eyes locked yours, searching for any sign of the person he once knew. But you’ve changed, hardened by the betrayals, and now you hold all the power. His jaw tightens under your grip, he stays silent, letting you pull him closer as if daring to respond. You leaned in, a smirk planted on your lips. Hovering by his ear, your voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper.

“ Darling, if this was a game, you would have lost long ago,” you purred.

For a brief second, it’s as if time rewinds, taking him back to when things between you were different—when his touch was welcomed, when your eyes sparkled at the sight of him. His heart pounds against his ribcage, a desperate reminder of what he's losing. His hands twitch at his sides, fighting the instinct to reach out and pull you closer, to relive even a fragment of what you once had.

Your lips hover tantalizingly close to his, and his breath catches in his throat. It’s almost cruel how you know exactly how to undo him, how to make him feel that rush of desire and love that he thought was long gone. For that fleeting moment, he swears he can feel it again: the love, the warmth, the way his world used to revolve around you.

But then, the reality hits. Your eyes are no longer filled with love but with cold determination. The smirk on your lips isn’t one of playfulness but of finality. This isn’t a reunion; it’s a goodbye, and the taste of that realization is bitter.

“You feel that, San?” you murmur, barely above a whisper, your gaze never wavering from his. “That’s the past. And it’s not coming back.” You pull away, leaving a void in the space where your warmth used to be. His heart aches, clinging to that brief flicker of the past, but he knows you’re right.

He stands there, frozen, his hands still hovering uselessly in the air. Part of him wants to fight, to argue, to do anything to reclaim what he's let slip through his fingers. As San hands gripped your waist, pulling you close,

San’s grip on your waist is firm, almost desperate, as he pulls you close. For a fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of the man he used to be—the one who would hold you like you were his entire world. His eyes search yours, silently pleading for some hint of the love you once shared. But before he can say anything, the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat cuts through the moment, shattering the illusion. His body goes rigid, the warmth of his touch quickly replaced by tension. He turns his head sharply, and so do you, to see the source of the interruption.

Standing in the doorway is your new lover, Hongjoong, arms crossed, eyes locked onto the scene unfolding in front of them. A mixture of concern and quiet resolve marks their face as they take in the sight of San holding you so close.

You step back from San’s grasp, the air around you shifting instantly from the charged intimacy to something far colder. “You’ve lost, San,” you say, your voice steady and final. “And now it’s time for you to let go.”

San’s hands fall away from your waist, and he watches as you move toward the doorway. The reality of the situation hits him harder than he expected. He’s no longer the one standing by your side, and for the first time, he truly feels the weight of that loss.

Hongjoong gives San a nod, not in triumph but in acknowledgment of the end of something broken. He extend a hand toward you, and without hesitation, you take it, stepping away from the man you once loved and toward the future you’ve chosen.

[tightjeansjavi]

Slow Hands | Chapter 11

“a wolf in sheep’s clothing”

A/N: another emotionally charged chapter that has left me in a puddle of my own tears 😔 there’s only 2 chapters left (crazy, I know) writing this story has truly been a journey for me, and it’s bittersweet knowing that it’s ending soon. As always, thank you for reading, and thank for betaing @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

~word count: 6.2k~

Summary: Angie goes missing, another letter, and two brothers letting the past go.

Pairing | Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: ‼️DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT‼️graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping of a minor character, minor character death, talk of suicide, anxiety/PTSD episode, angst, grief, guilt, emotionally charged conversations, protective!joel, Tommy is a girl dad in this universe (not canon but I hope it becomes canon) no age gap, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

A wolf in sheep’s clothing: someone who hides malicious intent under the guise of kindliness

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They moved like cloaked shadows in the night. Swift, sure-footed, silent. Cody couldn’t let him down. And with Joel’s blood still crusted underneath his fingernails, and spattered on his shirt, he led the way to Angie’s quiet home.

She put up a valiant fight, nails acting as claws swiping through the air. She didn’t want to die, not yet, not now. Please, just one more day.

Her nails made contact with his cheek, slicing through the skin, drawing blood to the surface. Her screams died in her throat when his ready fist made contact with her fragile face. Out cold. Still.

Cody is messy, always has been. It’s a detrimental price to pay, but he can’t let him down.

Her door is left ajar. Sticking out like a sore thumb come morning.

When she awakes, her head throbs, it pulses. Her eyes blink, stinging with pain as she becomes conscious of her new surroundings.

The woods.

Two men are arguing as she struggles to move, only to find that her wrists and ankles have been bound together with rope that has been tied so tightly, it bites into her skin.

“You’re a fuckin’ fool, Cody!” The man yells, striking Cody across the face.

He’s an abuser. He’s been one since the end of the world. Maybe even longer, but he can’t seem to remember the moment he chose the path to abuse. To harm. To kill. It doesn’t matter, he has no means to atone himself.

“A goddamn, trigger-happy, fool!” He hits him again, shoving Cody against a nearby tree. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea the risks you’ve just put out on the line?! Huh! Do you?! I asked you to do one fuckin’ thing! One goddamn fuckin’ thing! You’ve always been messy, Cody. Fuckin’ never cleanin’ up after yourself!” He yells in his face, and Angie’s blood runs cold.

She knows that voice.

She knows.

“I thought—I thought you would be proud of me!” Cody shoves back, body switching to defense mode in an instant. “I TOOK DOWN THE FUCKIN’ MOOSE!”

The other man sneered, shaking his head, and laughed. It's a bone chilling laugh. Cruel. Unkind. Sadistic.

“You fuckin’ moron. You didn’t kill him.” He scoffs.

“That old fuck is dead. I killed him!” He insists.

“Killed him? No. Wounded him? Sure. It takes a hell of a lot more to take down a moose than just kicking him in the fuckin’ head!” The other man places his hands on his hips, his tone is nothing short of condescending. “What do you think is going to happen when he wakes up, Cody? He’s gonna come straight for you.” He jabbed at his chest.

“He’s dead. I killed him. I killed Joel Miller.” Cody’s voice wavers the more he thinks back to the moment his boot connected with Joel’s face. Was he dead? He appeared to be. He must be. He has to be.

“Ah. Are your actions catching up to you? Are you beginnin’ to realize that you have managed to jeopardize everythin?’” The other man scoffs before his attention is drawn to Angie.

“You were supposed to bring her to me. You were supposed to bring her home, where she belongs. I asked you to do one fuckin’ thing, Cody. And you failed. You failed me.” He tsks, tongue in cheek. He crouches down in front of Angie’s trembling frame. She tries to escape, but there’s nowhere for her to run. She’s ensnared, and running out of time. The backside of his hand strokes against her cheekbone with a horrid softness that is anything but soft.

“Instead, you bring me this pathetic excuse of a life. Angie, isn’t it? What a doll. I really enjoyed your cookin’, sweetheart. I think I’ll miss that the most.” He chuckles, leaning in as his nose brushes through tendrils of her hair. “I could..keep you alive.” He whispers as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. “I could..but then that wouldn’t teach Cody a lesson, now would it?”

“Please—please. I—I—don’t want to die. You don’t..have to kill me.” She pleads, eyes squeezing shut.

“I don’t.” He agrees. “I don’t have to kill you, Angie. I could keep you as my own. You could replace her, and the constant hole I feel in my pathetic heart after she left me. “I was so good to her, Angie. So good..and she left.” He sighed almost as if he was feeling a moment of empathy for what he was about to do.

“I—I could replace her. I could. Please. I would never leave you. You don’t have to kill me. I’ll stay with you. I’ll—I’ll love you the way that she couldn’t.” Angie begs, and this is his favorite part. The moment where his victim begins to believe that he’ll spare them, that he’s not really a monster. That they’ll live to see another day.

“Oh, Angie, you haven’t really been payin’ attention at all, have you?” He sneers. “You’ll never replace her. You stupid fuckin’ bitch.” He spits, and a glob of saliva lands on her trembling cheek.

He looks over his shoulder at Cody just as a flash of lightning strikes above and illuminates his face in bright light. He faces her once more, fingers brushing across her face. He’s gone in for the kill, like a snake attacking in the grass.

She pleads for her life one more time. Hoping, begging..until it’s over.

He snaps her neck swiftly, in a blink of an eye as her body falls to the ground with a sickening thud. A single tear rolls down her cheek, landing in the dirt below. Her eyes are unmoving, body twitching, and then going still. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt her now.

She’s disregarded like trash on the street, nothing more than a sack of flesh in his eyes.

Raindrops begin to steadily fall as he stands above her body looking down at it with disgust. “Get the fuck back to Jackson, and bring her to me.” It’s a threat, and Cody knows what his fate will be if he returns without you.

When 20 minutes turned into an hour, that’s when the fear began to trickle in and fester like an open untreated wound. Ellie hadn’t returned, and there was no sign of Joel. You were alone and beginning to imagine the worst possible scenarios in your head. Ellie told you to stay inside, keep the doors locked, but that prodding voice inside of your head was growing louder, and louder. You could only tune its harshness out for so long before you would inevitably snap.

Ellie isn’t coming back.

She’s out there all alone, and you’re gonna continue to be a sitting duck?

Joel’s dead, I bet. He’s dead, and it’s probably all your fault. How’s that make you feel inside, Beanie? You killed them. You killed them both.

You had picked the skin around your cuticles to the point where they were raw and bleeding. Joel and Ellie were okay. Nothing bad happened to them. That voice inside of your head wasn’t true. None of it was true. It couldn’t be.

Ellie said she’d be back. She’s okay. Nothing happened to her. She found Joel and they’re on their way back now.

I didn’t kill them.

They’re alive.

Are you sure? Let’s face it, something happened to them both. The two people that you love the most in this world are dead and it’s all your fault.

Your fault.

Your fault.

Your—

“I DIDN’T KILL THEM!” You yelled suddenly as your emotions bubbled over.

It felt like every wall in Joel’s home was beginning to close in on you as if you were an unsuspecting bug that was about to be crushed under the weight of a shoe.

It felt like all the air in your lungs had been snatched, and you were suffocating, clawing for air.

That’s how you found yourself stumbling out back onto the porch, hunched over, heaving with tears streaming down your cheeks. The voice inside of your head only seemed to grow louder and louder as images of Joel and Ellie laying in a pool of their own blood flashed cruelly in your mind. You blinked, and blinked, and blinked, but the picture was as clear as day, and it wasn’t going away.

You don’t remember how you ended up in Joel’s shed surrounded by the comforting aroma of sawdust, pine, and Joel. He cloaked your senses like a warm hug, or a hot cup of tea with honey soothing your throat. You collapsed into his chair, hugging yourself for dear life, and then, the voice was silent and you were still, frozen on the spot, numbed.

-

What the fuck am I supposed to tell Beanie?

Hey, so I don’t want you to freak out or anything, but Joel got his ass handed to him, and he’s beat up pretty bad.

When I found him..I thought he was dead.

But don’t worry, he’s not gonna die! He’s fine. Joel is fine.

Ellie’s footsteps were trailing a good foot behind Jesse’s and Liam’s. The weight of her own gun felt heavy in her palm. Rain had steadily begun to fall and soaked the dry earth beneath her worn down converse. Tears began to blur her vision when images of Joel lying in a pool of his own blood attacked her mind.

“El?” It was Jesse. “Y’okay?” He had slowed his footsteps so she could catch up. And when she was close enough, he reached his hand out and gently squeezed her shoulder.

“I’m fine.” She sniffled and wiped her nose on the sleeve of her hoodie. “I’m fine, Jesse.” She went to brush his hand off her shoulder but refrained because she knew he was just trying to comfort her.

“Are you sure? Tommy didn’t really tell Liam and I what happened but—”

“What did he tell you?”

Jesse paused and let out a sigh. His eyes met hers in a brief stare. “Somethin’ along the lines of Joel getting the shit beat out of him in public. He didn’t say by whom.”

I know who the fuck did it.

“Yeah. Some fucking cowards probably jumped him.” Yeah, some cowards alright.

“He’ll be alright though, right?”

“Joel is as stubborn as a mule, Jesse. He’s going to be fine.”

Jesse nodded and took a step back to give her some space. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

When they reached the front steps to Joel’s home, Ellie was nudged out of the way when she reached for the door handle. Liam muttered under his breath about it being some standard protocol to which she scoffed under her breath, withdrew her gun and shoulder checked him for good measure.

Ellie’s blood ran cold when she did not immediately find you on the couch in the same spot that she left you.

“Fuck.” She muttered under her breath, finger hovering over the trigger.

“Ellie? What’s wrong?” Jesse came up beside her, his own gun drawn at his side.

“I left Beanie right here, Jesse. Right here on the fucking couch!”

If anything happens to her, Joel will never forgive me. Never.

“You’re sure you left her on the couch, Ellie?” Liam interjected, pushing past both of them.

“You think I’d fuckin’ lie about that? I left her on the couch.” She snapped back. “I told her to stay here and keep the doors locked.”

“I’ll check upstairs. Liam, you and Ellie check the kitchen and do not go outside without me.” Jesse said firmly. He was looking right at Liam with a stern glare.

Liam was half tempted to flip him off but refrained from doing so. It wouldn’t have been worth it in the end.

He and Ellie did a full sweep of the kitchen and lower level while Jesse went upstairs and checked every room.

The trio met back at the foot of the staircase.

“The only place we haven’t checked yet is Joel’s shed outback.” Ellie said with a huff to mask her nerves. “She wouldn’t just..up and leave for no fucking reason. Unless someone was here, or she was suspecting someone.”

“Joel’s shed? Why the hell would she go there?” Liam scoffed under his breath. “Ellie, we sweeped the whole fuckin’ house. She’s not here.”

“Fuck you, man. Don’t pick up an attitude with me. Do you have any idea what that woman means to Joel? Huh? Course you don’t. If something happened to her—”

“El, breathe.” Jesse said calmly. “We’ll do a sweep out back, okay? I’m sure she’s there. I’m sure she’s fine.” He reassured her.

Ellie inhaled a shaky breath of air and nodded her head in Jesse’s direction. Once she was regrouped enough, she took the lead and headed towards the back door with Liam and Jesse in tow.

The rain was coming down with a blinding force now and obstructed Ellie’s vision momentarily as she cautiously approached Joel’s shed. A bright flash of lightning illuminated her face before it was casted back into darkness.

Please. Please, be in there. Please be safe, Beanie.

Jesse and Liam had their guns aimed at the ready when Ellie grasped the shed door handle and pushed it open.

You were caught like a deer in headlights when Ellie, Jesse, and Liam came into view. Your hands trembled around the loose grip you had on Joel’s letter to Bill and Frank.

Ellie immediately lowered her gun to her side with a visible sigh of relief and tucked it into her hoodie pocket. “Beanie? Fuck. What are you doing out here? I thought I told you to stay inside. I—I thought something had happened to you!”

The look on your face is all Ellie needs to understand that you don’t remember.

“You don’t remember anything..do you, Beanie?” Her tone is soft compared to the way that her heart is beating out of her chest.

You shake your head and bite down harshly on your lower lip as you look between Ellie, and the two men beside her. You’ve seen Jesse around before, but Liam is unfamiliar.

“Can you guys..give us some privacy?” Ellie speaks quietly to Jesse and Liam.

“Holler if you need us. Okay, El? We’ll be outside.”

“It’s fuckin’ raining. We’re gonna get—” Liam’s bitching is cut off by Jesse forcefully grabbing his bicep and pulling him back outside into the pouring rain. He pulls the door shut behind him leaving you and Ellie in total privacy.

“Ellie..where’s Joel? What happened?” You questioned immediately and Ellie let out a deflated sigh. Her shoulders slumped in a defeated motion.

“He’s..hurt, Beanie. But Tommy’s with him. He’ll be alright. He always comes back home. Even when he’s hurt, nothing stands in his way.” Ellie’s doing her best to reassure both herself and you. She walks further into the shed and finds herself sitting along the edge of Joel’s workbench next to you.

“What happened to him, Ellie?” You look over at her, eyes glassy with tears that are threatening to spill. “How do you know for sure that he’ll..come home?”

“I don’t know exactly what happened to him. I found Tommy first, and he discovered Joel laying in the dirt outside of your home. He was covered in blood. I—I thought he was dead, but Tommy reassured me that he wasn’t.”

She rests her hands along the dust covered table and looks down at her lap. She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she looks over at you. “Because..before Joel took me to the Fireflies base, there was a time where I thought he was gonna die on me. I remember bein’ so afraid of losin’ him. I didn’t know what the fuck I was gonna do without him.”

She swallows hard and blinks back her own tears. “He tried to push me away. Told me to go back to Tommy’s and leave him to die. I refused. So, I did everything I could to help him get better. His wound was infected and I knew he needed medicine fast. I risked my life for him not knowin’ if he would make it.”

You reach for her hand and entwine your fingers just as her tears begin to fall. “Somethin’ terrible..happened to me after I got Joel the medicine he needed. And I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see him again, truthfully.” She sniffled and squeezed your hand gently.

“I remember stumbling outside in the snow covered in blood, and he was there. I thought he was a ghost, Beanie. But he was there, and he was holding me.”

“Ellie..” you trailed off.

Your teary eyed gazes met as the rain pelted down along the roof of the shed.

“Do you need a hug, kiddo?” You asked softly. Ellie was like the daughter you never had, and like Joel, you’d put your life out on the line to keep her safe. It’s what empaths do. They put others feelings above their own. And right now, Ellie needs you.

“Yes.” She murmured. “I need that more than ever right now.”

You set the letter down off to the side and stand up just as Ellie slips down from where she’s sitting on the edge of the table. You gather her up into your arms and hold her tight. You didn’t need the full story to understand what happened to her before Joel brought her to the Fireflies. “It’s okay. I understand. I’m here for you, El.”

She wrapped her arms around you with her tears soaking into your shirt while you rubbed soothing circles into her back with your freehand cupping the back of her head, cradling it gently.

You held each other like this as the storm outside roared on. Ellie was the one to ultimately pull away from the hug and quickly wiped at her eyes.

“Thank you.” She whispered, “I really needed that.”

“Of course, El. I’m always here for you.”

“What’s this?” She gestured to the letter resting along the table and reached for it.

“It’s another one of Joel’s letters.”

“Joel’s been..writing letters? To whom?” She picked it up gently.

“To those he loves most.” You said softly.

“Can we..read it together?”

You nod and pull the chair up closer while Ellie begins to read the letter out loud.

Bill and Frank,

By now I’m sure you realized that I found your letter. I know that you and I didn’t always see eye to eye, but I did consider you a friend. Someone who I respected, trusted, and in a way, admired. I never got the chance to tell you just how much I respected you, Bill. I think back to the first time we met, where yours and mine clicked instantly. I don’t think I ever saw Tess smile as much as she did that day. You and I were both pretty pissed off about it, huh? But hey, whatever makes those we love happy, right?

You were one hell of a man, and I’m honored that I had the pleasure of knowing you, even if the time was cut short.

So, I’m gonna tell you something because I know that you’ll understand.

I found two people in this shit-hole world that mean somethin’ to me. I lost a daughter, but I gained another. She was just cargo to transport to the Fireflies, but as much as I saved her, she saved me. Her name is Ellie, and I think you woulda loved this kid. I pushed away feeling anything for so fuckin’ long, and then she came into my life and showed me that I still have a heart. Her and I? We’ve been through hell, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep my kid safe.

And then, I fell in love with this woman who has a heart of gold and a kindness that I never thought I’d feel again. She reminds me of Frank. Artistic, soft-spoken, and this breath of fresh air that can melt even coldest of hearts. Her name is Beanie, like coffee beans. She and I actually briefly knew one another in Austin. She owned this coffee shop, Cuppa Smiles and every-time I’d come in with Sarah, she’d put a stupid little smiley face on my morning latte. Well, we met again…and I fuckin’ love her silly little latte art. She’s my person, Bill. And even though I feel I am undeserving to love someone as beautiful as her, I’m so fucking grateful. This is all to say you’re right. You and I do have a purpose in this world, and that is to protect the ones we love. To keep them safe. And god help any motherfuckers who stand in our way, right?

Godspeed.

-Joel

By the end of the letter you and Ellie are both feeling new waves of emotions. Joel Miller loves you, and you’ve known it for a while now, but to see it on paper? Well, there’s really no feeling to describe it. To love and to be loved, is one of life’s greatest treasures.

“Did you ever get to meet Bill and Frank?”

“No, but I do know for a fact that Bill was a fuckin’ badass. He had a whole wall of guns in his house!” She couldn’t help but giggle at the memory of Joel grumpily telling her no when she implied on taking one of the guns for herself. Dude. There’s a wall of them.

You could picture Joel’s face now, and it too made you giggle because oftentimes he was rather grumpy over just about anything.

“Oh my god, you shoulda see how much of a mean motherfucker Joel was when I first met him!” She’s truly reminiscing now and there’s that childlike wonder to her again. All giggles, cheeks stained with tears, but she’s smiling a big toothy grin.

“Why don’t you tell me all about the first time you met Joel?”

And so she does, starting with the first interaction where Joel basically threw her into a wall in front of Marlene and Tess.

Well, I guess that’s what I got for spookin’ him. Shit really fuckin’ hurt, but I’m glad he and Tess showed up when they did. Who knows, maybe you and I wouldn’t be having this conversation right now if they hadn’t.

I’m really glad Joel and Tess showed up when they did too.

“Hey, Beanie?” Ellie suddenly asks as the rain is beginning to lighten up for a moment.

“Yeah?”

“Did you grow up listening to Linda Rondstadt?”

“I did.”

“What was your favorite song? If you had to pick one?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one, El. Long Long Time.”

She just smiles.

“Tommy..” Joel croaks, voice hoarse and barely audible.

Joel’s eyes are barely open and his face is visibly swollen and puffy. But he’s alive, he’s breathing, and that’s all Tommy can really focus on.

“Joel? Hey, how we feelin?’”

Joel cracks a smile, a painful one that has him wincing from the minimal movement. “Like I jus’ got hit by a fuckin’ bus.” He attempts to joke, but it falls flat when he realizes that Tommy is holding the letter.

“Yeah, well, y’look like dogshit, Joel. Doc said—”

“Don’t give a fuck what Doc said, Tommy.” He doesn’t mean to be short, not really, he’s just in a lot of pain.

Tommy falls silent. His eyes cast downwards and focus on the words written in the letter. The fluorescent light catches Tommy’s face at just the right angle for Joel to see the dried tears along his cheekbones.

“Tommy..I—I saw Sarah.” Joel’s voice cracks as the two brothers briefly make eye contact.

“Whad’ya mean you saw her, Joel?”

“She came to me in my dreams. She had daisies in her hair..She looked so beautiful. My baby girl.”

Tommy rests the letter along his lap and reaches for Joel’s hand. He gives it a firm, yet reassuring squeeze. His freehand immediately rises and he quickly wipes away fresh tears that have begun to fall. “She was so beautiful, Joel.”

There’s a moment's silence sans Joel’s labored breaths, and Tommy’s sniffles that fill the stagnant, all-too clean air.

“I thought..you were dead, Joel. All I saw was you layin’ in the dirt. Not movin.’ Covered in blood, and all I could think—And then I saw the gun, and for a minute I thought that maybe—” he takes a shaky inhale, squeezing his eyes shut. “But then I couldn’t find the entry wound, and I felt so relieved. So fuckin’ relieved.”

“Tommy, after all these years? After proving to you that I’d do anything to keep us alive? Why would your first thought be that I finished myself? Ellie needs me. I’d never do that to her or to you. Why would I cross the country to find you to only then shoot myself?” Joel doesn’t mean to be so harsh with his words, but despite all the years that have gone by, that guilt lives freely on his conscience. It’s plaguing, and reminds him of a scab that never quite properly heals because he’s picked it over so many times. It’s hammered into his skull with a rusted nail.

“Killin’ yourself ain’t gonna bring Sarah back, Joel. Its fuckin’ selfish that you—”

Selfish.

Selfish.

Selfish.

A man loses his only daughter in a brutal way, and he’s got nothing to live for. No path guiding him. No light at the end of the tunnel. No hope. Nothing. It was ripped from him the same way the rain of bullets ripped through her body.

“I have everythin’ to live for now, Tommy.”

It hits Tommy like a freight train at maximum speed. It thrashes like a fish breached on land, depleted of oxygen, slowly dying, baking in the sun. His feelings bubble over, and he doesn’t try to hold them at bay.

“Because the day you tried to kill yourself still haunts me. I couldn’t think rationally in the moment because I was brought right back to Texas. Right back to your home. Right back to the second I heard the gunshot and your body hittin’ the fuckin’ floor.” Tommy whispers the last part as tears blur his vision.

Joel reaches for his hand, knuckles bruised and crusted in blood and dirt. His body aches all over, but he pushes through the pain and grabs Tommy’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “I ain’t fuckin’ goin’ anywhere, Tommy.” His words are firm and hold true.

Tommy can only nod as he glances down at the letter once more. More tears have begun to flood the paper and blur Joel’s penmanship, but even though ink isn’t permanent, the words read like a script in his brain.

“When..did you write this letter?” Tommy finally asks.

“Shortly after I wrote the letter to Tess and after what happened at the Tipsy Bison.”

“And you meant every word in this?..”

“Absolutely.”

“You’re right. I did grow resentful. I couldn’t understand why you thought that..killin’ yourself was the only option. As if somehow that would bring Sarah back. I did think you were being selfish, and that was wrong of me. I know that hurt you more than you’re willin’ to admit. And I’m sorry, Joel. For all of it.”

“Y’gotta understand that I did think that it was the only option I had. I fuckin’ lost my daughter. She died in my arms. I was a shell of a man, and you—“ he took a deep breath as his tears began to freely fall. “Y’made me feel so guilty after. So fuckin’ guilty. The guilt consumed me. I knew that you weren’t sleepin’ much after that. Always thinkin’ that I’d attempt it again. Always on edge because of me.”

“It felt like we were walkin’ on eggshells around each other for years. There were so many times that I wanted to bring it up and apologize, but fuck, as if we had any time for that, right? Tess and I..we talked about it once, in private. She told me I should jus’ rip the bandaid off, but I never did.” Tommy admitted.

“Yeah, and then you left me for the fuckin’ Fireflies after everythin’ I did to keep you safe. To keep you alive, you left. Always wanted to be the fuckin’ hero. Didn’t matter what I said, you weren’t gonna listen.” Joel snapped.

“I jus’ wanted to try and make a difference in the shitty world that we live in! To erase injustice and make up for all the shit we did. All the people we murdered. I didn’t want to live with—”

“Didn’t want to live with knowin’ that there’s blood on your hands, Tommy? Those things we did? We did them to survive. It was either them or us. I have my regrets too, y’know.”

“We killed innocent people, Joel.” Tommy said somberly.

“Why did you cut fuckin’ communication with me? Huh? What was the reason? I’m your fuckin’ family. Your flesh and blood. And while you were livin’ all cushy with your new wife, bacon, and a warm fuckin’ bed, I was scared shitless that my brother was dead.”

“if I tell you the truth, you’re going to hate me.”

“I’m your brother, Tommy. I could never hate you. Jus’ tell me the reason. I don’t want a bullshit excuse. I want the fuckin’ truth.”

“Maria had some influence on my decision. She reassured me that cutting communication off with you would maybe be for the best. It was selfish of me, Joel. I just never expected—”

“Me to come fuckin’ lookin’ for you? Nothin’ was gonna get in my way of findin’ you, Tommy.”

“I wasn’t thinkin’ at the time. The thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Look, it was gettin’ to the point that everytime we’d talk, the conversation was always just so fuckin’ negative. That shit started to really eat away at me. Maria started to notice how it was affectin’ me, and she suggested that maybe...I was holdin’ on too much. At the time it felt right to cut contact off with you.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Tommy, the world fuckin’ ended. What the hell was I supposed to be positive about, huh? Christ! The only positive thing in my life outside of Tess was knowin’ that you were alive! And then you took that from me too. I swear, that woman had rose colored glasses on the second she fuckin’ met you.” He snapped.

Tommy could already feel himself recoiling from his brother's words, and that utter feeling of shame came trickling in and knocking at the door. “I know I took that from you, Joel. I swear it wasn’t done outta malice.”

“No. You just wanted to move on with your life and I was holdin’ you back. The second you met Maria, fell in love, and got everythin’ you ever wanted, you pushed me away. Your own goddamn brother.”

“And I feel fuckin’ shameful for my decisions! The second you fuckin’ showed up here outta the blue, I felt that shame. I’m sorry..for all of it. But I’m tired of feelin’ this way, ain’t you?”

“Of course I’m fuckin’ tired of feelin’ this way, Tommy. Half the time I don’t even feel like I belong in this community. That I’m always gonna be an outsider. And I think your wife is partially to blame. I respect Maria, I really do. But she ain’t have any rose colored glasses on when it comes to me. I think that’s the most frustratin’ bit. Is that your wife judges me for the things I did to keep us alive, yet she refuses to acknowledge all the fucked up shit, and all the people you killed, Tommy.”

“I know you and Maria ain’t ever seen eye to eye. I don’t agree with the way she’s treated you either. She and I have talked about it. I’ve brought up how she treats you differently. I jus’ haven’t gotten through to her yet, but I’m workin’ on it. I can’t make her change her mind about you, but what I can do is defend you, tooth and fuckin’ nail. Jus’ like how I shoulda after the altercation at the Tipsy Bison.”

“I jus’ want you to feel…proud to be my brother again, Tommy. I don’t wanna keep walkin’ on eggshells and feelin’ like I ain’t belong in my own family. I love you so much, and I jus’—I want us to be okay. I don’t wanna fight anymore, I don’t wanna feel this resentment and guilt all the fuckin’ time. That’s why I’ve been writin’ these letters.. They’re healin’ me. They’re helpin’ me forgive.”

“Fuck.” Tommy sniffles. “You think I ain’t proud to be your brother, Joel? You’re still my fuckin’ hero, and you’re my fuckin’ family. My flesh and blood. I love you so much, and I’m sorry for hurtin’ you. I’m sorry for pushin’ you away. I’m sorry for bein’ selfish. For holdin’ so much resentment against you and the things we’ve done. I want us to be okay. I want us to be brothers again.”

“And I forgive you, Tommy. I’m sorry too. ‘M sorry for puttin’ you through hell. Shoulda apologized a long time ago.”

“We both should have. I never thought I would have the opportunity. I never thought I’d see you again.”

“You and me both.”

“Is..that why you ain’t really open to bein’ in Willow’s life? I try’n not bring her up because I know you’re still mournin, but it hurts that my brother doesn’t want to be involved in my daughter’s life.”

“Jealousy is a bitch, Tommy.” Joel said with a sigh. “Y’get to be a father to a little girl, and I lost mine. It ain’t right to you, or your daughter, but the grief still stings.”

“But Joel, you are a father. You might not be Ellie’s blood, but you’re her dad. I understand that you’re still grieving. Hell, I am too, but I want you to be in Willow’s life. I want you to be my daughter’s godfather..”

“..you want me to be her godfather? Tommy, I’d-I’d be honored.”

“Of course I do. I want that more than anythin.’”

“I wanna hug you, but everythin’ fuckin’ hurts.” Joel forces a laugh past his cracked lips. It comes out hoarse, rough around the edges.

Tommy hugs him anyway. It’s a gentle yet grounding caress and when the two brothers part, Joel knows he has to tell Tommy what really happened.

“Tommy.” He starts. His jaw ticks, nostrils flare. “It was Cody.”

Tommy’s blood runs cold. His fists clench, and his brows furrow. “What’re you talkin’ about, Joel?”

“Cody. He was outside of Beanie’s house. I saw him and immediately grew suspicious. He wasn’t alone. There were two other patrol guys with him. Alex and Oliver. There’s a whole fuckin’ pack of them. Cody and I got into it..he knocked me out.”

“They were lookin’ for Beanie?”

“Yes. But we ain’t have no tellin’ on how many of them there really are.” Joel gruffly said.

“Well, there’s four that we know of, right?” There was no time for Tommy to mourn this realization. Men that he trusted were just a bunch of wolves in sheeps clothing. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. Pungent. Betrayal. Anger.

“Tommy, we can’t lose focus, alright? We gotta bring these fuckers to justice. You and me. You want your daughter growin’ up in a world where sick fucks get away with shit undetected? You wanna be a hero, right? You wanna make sure your baby girl grows up only knowin’ love and safety. Cody thought he could bring down a moose, but he’s in for a fuckin’ surprise. I say we pump ‘em full of lead.” For good fuckin’ measure.

“I’ll be damned if I let her grow up in a world livin’ in fear with men who would jump at the opportunity to hurt her. We need to alert Maria immediately. I wanna do more than just pump ‘em full of lead. I wanna make them fuckin’ suffer.”

Ah. There he is, there’s the Tommy that I know.

Joel was already getting ready to swing his legs over the side of the bed when a very exasperated Jesse appeared outside the door. His cheeks were flushed, and it looked like he was barely holding it together.

“Jesse? What’re you doin’ here? Did Ellie make it home safe?” Tommy asked as he stood up from Joel’s bedside in a haste.

“She’s fine. Liam and I walked her home and then we found Beanie.”

“Found Beanie? What the hell does that mean, Jesse? Y’better start talkin’ or so help me–” Joel was cut off swiftly.

“She’s okay, Joel. Ellie and Beanie are fine. But Tommy, Maria is lookin’ for you. Angie’s missing. She didn’t show up to her breakfast shift, and it looks like someone broke into her home. We suspect that foul play was involved, and Maria is calling for an emergency council meeting.”

Tommy and Joel slowly looked over at one another. Angie was missing. Jackson was no longer safe, and it was up to the two brothers to protect the community, and those they loved most. Tommy nodded in understanding, and it was as if he was reading Joel’s mind in real time.

“Looks like we got a meetin’ to get to.”

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In The Dark ✧ z.yx, b.bh & p.cy

Pairing: Alien X-EXO (Lay, Baekhyun & Chanyeol) x human!(gn)reader Genre: angst-ish comfort-ish something Summary: Their toy is broken and needs to be repaired. But it's no fun to wait, if only there was a way to skip that part... Word count: 4.8k Warnings: mentions of violence and being held against your will, the reader is unconscious the entire time A/N: idk what this is except a sketch of something without much plot lol and entirely @an-annyeoing-writer's fault

“Oh look - it’s sleeping!” The words fall on deaf ears as his companion pays him no mind, immersed in his game, and you’re not in the state to hear him, lying unconscious on the cold floor that further chills your exhausted body. The white-haired man-shaped creature squats down and runs his hand over your bare arm littered with marks of their fingers. He tsks at how cold you are and turns to his companion, still playing on his device and ignoring him and you both. “You went too far. Look how beat up the toy is!”

While you remain oblivious to the world around you, the whining gets the pink-haired man’s attention and he sets his device aside, walking over and nudging your form with his foot. You’re like a ragdoll, not resisting at all. He frowns. He already knows that if you were just sleeping, you might whine or make some other cute new noise, but now - nothing. He swallows uneasily. It’s quite surprising how naturally their feelings translate into the behavior of the human shapes they’ve taken on. “We just played around a little. Kāi says it likes that.”

“I don’t think what you’re doing would be considered playing among them. I think you’re just hunting it for fun,” while Baëkhyun says that, there’s no judgment in his voice and if Chanyeøl wasn’t so set on defending himself, he’d have noticed the small smirk on the other’s face.

“The toy like it,” he grumbles, rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest at the smirk growing on his friend’s face, “No, really, it was screaming and all.”

“Humans scream for other reasons too. Like when they’re scared,” Baëkhyun taunts him because it’s so easy.

“I’m telling you it’s not like that!” the taller insists, his foot stomping on the ground right next to your body. Yet you don’t even flinch and they both share an uneasy look. He gets down next to his friend and shakes your limp body. Still nothing. The next time he speaks it’s softer. “It likes it.”

“I’m sure it does,” he keeps up the tone, even if it sounds fake. He knows what Chanyeøl’s talking about.

“No, Baëkhyun, I mean it,” he growls this time, the other is not surprised though, “Tell me you don't feel it. Tell me you can't smell its excitement when you chase it.”

He knows he can’t. Memories swell up in his mind, too tempting not to indulge. The scent of you spiking with something sweet when you catch him stalking after you. The yelp you let out when he suddenly throws you onto the closest surface mellowed out into a gasp that doesn’t sound entirely scared to his trained ears.

There’s a distant noise he can ignore without trying.

You used to claw at him with nothing but pure terror in your efforts to survive but nowadays it’s like you’re trying to push his buttons. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy showing you your efforts didn’t leave your trace before promptly reminding you why you are the one kept by them.

“And don't try to tell me that that's not why you keep pushing it around just like me,” Chanyeøl finally shoves him with a victorious grin on his face as he watches his friend finally snap out of his daydreams.

Baëkhyun huffs, but his lips are turned upwards in a cruel smirk.

“Well after I'm done with our toy, I make sure it’s ready for the rest of you to play with,” he challenges, "Didn't Suhø talk to you about this like two hours ago?" 

It's simply impossible to resist the feeling of satisfaction upon seeing the worried frown on Chanyeøl’s face. The man in question licks his lips as he nudges your body again.

"Don't tell him," he sighs, almost pleading, "It made me do it, really. It was asking for it."

Baëkhyun would love to keep bickering but this was a fact he couldn’t disprove. He knew how you could get. Knew you had the tendency to provoke them - on purpose or on accident, he wasn’t sure yet but the outcome is the same anyway.

“What’s going-” they're joined by a third person who stops in his tracks as soon as he sees your lifeless body on the floor, being pushed and poked by the two of them, “-on…” 

He can only sigh. There are only pointless questions to ask, which therefore he won’t, and a favor to do. It’s getting tiring to count how many times he came to a scene like this. 

Baëkhyun tilts his head. “I didn’t call you here.”

“I did,” Chanyeøl says somewhat sheepishly. What was he supposed to do once he realized you’re really not getting up? It all dropped - your pulse, your breathing slowed down. You did not react to his orders, threats, nor violence. You’d probably be fine even without the intervention but after the conversation with Suhø… yeah, he wouldn’t take any chances.

“So what did you do?” Yixïng sighs as he sits down and puts his hand over your cheek. Reading your vitals, it doesn’t seem too bad, but your body is exhausted and overwhelmed. The demand for regeneration is so high in all its parts that it simply shut down and is trying to heal everything at once. It needs help. You need help. And what he wouldn’t do for his favorite toy.

“Nothing,” Chanyeøl grumbles, “You can fix it, right?”

Yixïng hums in agreement, then turns to Baëkhyun. “You don’t have anything to do with this?”

“Why are saying that like it’d change things,” he complains, looking away in disbelief.

“No one brings them to me in more puzzling conditions than you,” Yixïng deadpans and runs his hand from your cheek down your neck and over your shoulder to your arm. He keeps his touch light; there’s no need to cause you pain if you won’t feel it. 

“What’s that sup- Hey!”

He may be able to heal you, but there’s more to it than the act of having your cells repair themselves. Your current situation is not ideal for regeneration, and he’s used to his own ways of dealing with you. And there are benefits to having you content. He ponders them as he drags your body closer to his and into his lap.

They’re some noises of protest coming from the other two that he tunes out, instead focusing on maneuvering you into a position he’s seen you curl up to him before. You’re cold, too cold, and while he’s no expert on humans, he knows it’s not a healthy temperature - probably life threatening. It’s an interesting sensation, however. This cold to touch and with your body all tensed up that it feels hardened he could almost imagine you’re one of his kind. He decides that he prefers you a little warmer and softer.

Only once you’re resting comfortably, or at least he supposes the position would be comfortable if you were awake to appreciate it, does he pay any attention to the two who are still going on about something. He keeps his expression neutral in the face of them glaring at him like he's doing them some mortal offense. It’d be a lie to say he’s not amused though.

“I should be the one to-”

“No.”

And it’s all he has to say for Chanyeøl to shut up and look like he’s ready to burn up. Literally. Which only proves that he’s in the right. You’ve proven quite weak to just about everything - fire very much included.

“I’m the warmest out of us,” the fuming one argues, and while that is true…

“Yes, but I’m the one they trust and I’d prefer them not to panic after they wake up - if they wake up straight away.”

“It’s afraid of you too,” the words sound like a threat coming out of Baëkhyun’s mouth, “Just the same as the rest of us.”

“They are,” Yixïng shrugs, catching the other two off guard, which makes him continue with one corner of his lips curled upwards, “But after I finish with them, I leave them in pristine condition. I guess they know how to be grateful.”

That shuts them up pretty effectively.

They stare at him silently for a while, although it looks like both have a lot to say. He has more important matters to tend to than their bruised egos though, so since they stay quiet for the time being, he turns his attention back to you. He strokes your bruised arm slowly while he assesses the damage from your head to toe. There's a trickle of blood at the corner of your lips that he doesn't hesitate to wipe down with his thumb and suck into his mouth. Before he can even finish savoring the taste on his tongue, he has to shield your eyes with his hand from the sudden blinding brightness of the room. It almost seems like a natural consequence at this point. The low growling and rising heat too. He's not usually one to take pleasure in petty conflicts, but he can't help it as the iron-y sweetness coats his taste buds.

"You’ve had them all to yourselves this whole time, it's not my fault you didn't do anything," he licks his lips just to rub it in. He doesn't get to taste you too often - he'll wait until you offer. He knows you will, eventually, he's seen you with all of them. They all know even if you don't - even if you perhaps just don't want to admit it to yourself: you were created for this life.

"Pass it here already," Chanyeøl waves his hand towards himself, "I'll make sure it's warm and not a drop is wasted."

"Wait for your turn, this is your fault anyway," Baëkhyun says and when he sees Chanyeøl's about to protest: "Shut up and be glad no one's snitching on you to Suhø."

Yixïng is watching them from the corner of his eye just to be sure he's not gonna have another body to fix. The blood brought his attention to a hidden issue however, and he's glad the two are distracted enough to let him work. He slips his hand under your shirt and gently presses on your stomach. He's glad you can't feel it as he makes note of the damage and bruising. It's a good place to start. He guides your body to focus its efforts there, helping things move forward with his own powers. There's something satisfying about the threads of your tissue reconnecting, strengthening themselves back from the frayed mess they were, your cells getting nice and plump again.

"Just let me touch it."

He's about to deny the request, but it's not demanding and when he looks up, Chanyeøl seems unsettlingly determined and patient. The room is the right temperature again too. He quirks a brow at him and Baëkhyun snickers, not for long though.

"I won't try anything," the pink-haired man continues and Yixïng knows he's not stupid enough to lie to him. So even if he's not sure about his intentions, he nods for him to go for it.

"Hey, that's not fair," Baëkhyun doesn't take too long to complain as Chanyeøl sits closer to Yixïng and strokes your cheek with his thumb. He near enough whines when he receives a sharp glare as he also scoots closer. "I just wanna pet it too."

"You know you're just getting in the way, don't you?"

There's exasperation in his voice but fondness too, with which the two are familiar enough to know Yixïng won't mind them. At least as long as they only hinder him but don't actively add more to his plate.

Chanyeøl slaps Baëkhyun’s hand away when he tries to touch you. He ignores the threatening rumble meant for him as moves some hair away from your face and checks the side of your skull. He knows you hit it pretty hard when you fell. The bump there isn't as big as he'd expect and he's impressed. You take it so well. Under the layers of pathetic human weakness, there might be a tough core. There’s a steady progress, he feels, in how much you can handle and he’s proud. So proud that they’ve chosen you. 

His feelings translate into a faint warmth surrounding you. It’s gentle enough that Yixïng allows it and Chanyeøl is happy that he can help. It’d be a shame to lose such a precious toy. Though he does wonder if you know flames are not the final extent of his powers. He wants you to know he’s stronger than that. He will show when you’re strong enough to entertain him again.

He keeps stroking your hair carefully, aware of the spots that might be sore and where wounds are hiding. His fingers brush against a cut on the side of your head. The trickle of blood that broke through the skin there is dried already and mats into your hair. Nothing too serious. It can wait until you wake up, you always whimper and shiver so nicely when he pulls on your hair…

“No,” Baëkhyun corrects him before the healer can.

"Not right now," Chanyeøl agrees with a roll of his eyes, "But it likes it."

"Do you think so because it follows your hand when you drag it by the hair? Because I might have some news for you," just as Baëkhyun finishes the sentence he's pushed aside again. Fed up, or maybe just playful, he moves to retaliate, stopped just short of his palm colliding with Chanyeøl's shoulder by Yixïng clearing his throat.

"I will kick you both out," he warns and it's enough for them to settle. He's finally satisfied with the condition of your tummy, although while healing the underlying problem he also erased the bruise that covered most of your skin there. But that's nothing that can't be easily fixed. He allows himself a moment longer to rub circles over your soft stomach before sliding his hand out of your shirt - and this time Baëkhyun at least notices, Chanyeøl being too busy sulking still. Fortunately he only quirks a brow before snaking his own hand under to trace his fingers over your ribcage.

Thinking back over the time they own you, it's probably the first time he's touching you without you flinching away. You're not trembling, you're not just taking it. It has its own appeal that makes some complicated feelings rise up inside him. He'd rather ignore them. If the circumstances were different, he could press with his fingers just right against the bones and let them crack. That would be a nice distraction. But like this, with your lungs expanding with each breath you take in, it's almost like you're seeking out his touch. He doesn’t want to break your bones and break the peace too. He doesn’t want you to pull away with each exhale. You’re nothing but a tired little animal seeking comfort and protection, asking for it from a much stronger creature. Completely at his mercy.

Of course your respective positions can't be compared. Not at all - the notion alone is ridiculous. And yet, in a way, Baëkhyun feels similarly vulnerable. He might not be lying completely defenseless at the mercy of an alien race, but the source of his distress is his own head and that is, after all, always the most dangerous enemy. And you. Although he trusts the other two with his life, he wants to take you away, run somewhere where he'll be able to face the emotions alone. He knows it all - the feeling of your skin breaking and splitting, revealing the flesh, bones cracking, and he knows the sting of your teeth and nails. He's tasted your blood and tears. And yet he's only now getting to know the texture of your skin, appreciating how different it is from his own. He wishes he came in earlier when your body radiated the gentle heat. 

You. The one they prey on. The one to start it all. You shouldn’t have any amount of power to influence a single thought in his head. Oh, how he wishes he could drag you away, wake you up and use you like he wants to find the answers he needs or to distract himself for long enough to forget.

His reverie is soon broken by Chanyeøl’s panicked voice. There’s a finger pointing at him. When he snaps out of it and sees Yixïng’s hand on your knees, Baëkhyun can only give a proud smile that turns sheepish under the dark gaze. It’s not his fault that your knees look much better colored purple. Not his fault it’s so easy to force you down to kneel. You get so obedient with his hand tangled in your hair, you let him loll your head as he wishes. So submissive and pliant. It must be that you belong on your knees for him.

“It’s not broken,” he shrugs, “It walked just fine. Bet it ran as always too.” He gives Chanyeøl, who only turns away and clears his throat, a questioning look.

“It must’ve hurt,” Yixïng mutters under his breath. It doesn’t escape their attention that his touch is careful, only light caresses that make the bruises fade and eventually disappear. They exchange a glance and turn to the man slowly working his way all over your legs. 

His touch erases bruises, mends muscle fibers together, eases joint pain. All because you deserve it. He can only imagine how scary it’ll be when you wake up, likely without much recollection of what happened before you lost consciousness. Disoriented and held captive. If you do remember, he doesn’t doubt it’s gonna be flashes of pain and fear. And then you are sure to discover there are no marks left, no pain anymore, and you’ll remember him. You’ll come to him, willingly, and he’ll get his turn.

“So what?” Baëkhyun says roughly, but there’s a slight hesitation that ends up making it sound like a genuine question. Chanyeøl only watches with an uneasy feeling in his stomach as the bruises and whatever they were hiding underneath disappear and your breathing gets less and less labored and your skin starts getting back its healthy color. As much as he thrives on seeing you ruined and too weak to stand up, this… this isn’t bad. That he knows definitely. But he can’t delve deeper into his feelings. Not even as your body returns to a healthy temperature that feels only a little cool under his own overheated fingertips.

“Nothing,” Yixïng says simply, a small smile playing on his lips, “Just saying.”

He’s done with your legs and arms, your skin once again a canvas to paint. Only your nails he’ll keep as they are. You couldn’t hurt them if you tried, but why give you false hope. But as he moves to wrap his hand around your neck, there are again growls of protest. He looks up and truly, it’s almost comical how angry the duo looks. “What?”

“Leave them,” they say in unison. He can only huff.

“Not all of them are yours, so what do you care?” his fingers trace the outline of your windpipe as he speaks, calmly and patiently.

“The toy has to remember it’s ours,” Chanyeøl’s voice is a deep rumble. Yet you don’t seem to grow fearful. It feels empty. No one but you will be intimidated by it.

Yixïng looks around the room. It’s a place he calls home. He doubts you’d consider it with the same warm feeling or more than a holding cell, however. “I don’t think they will forget.”

Baëkhyun scoffs. “You take good care of it.”

“I have my reasons,” he shrugs, disregarding their glaring and Chanyeøl’s cursing as he heals the bruises on your neck without putting it off further, moving on to the bumps and cuts on your scalp and face.

“They really trust you,” Baëkhyun whispers and even to his ears it sounds hollow. Yixïng only nods.

“You’d be surprised what a difference it makes,” speaking as he aids your recovery, he smiles at the two, “I don’t think we’d have to train them very hard under different circumstances.”

“Huh?” again they speak at the same time, both bewildered by the revelation, although…

“I told you,” Chanyeol grumbles and gives a sharp look to Baëkhyun, “That it likes that.”

He only shakes his head but there’s a maelstrom of emotions inside his chest. Of course he fucking knows you like their games. You like to let them toy with you. Your body betrays you and tells them more than you wish to.

So why?

So why do you keep hiding without hoping to be found?

So why do you only ever search for Yixïng if he’s so soft on you?

If you take pleasure in something, you should embrace it - that’s always been Baëkhyun’s stance on things. You clearly enjoy your life here, even if they - admittedly - don’t make it easy for you. Perhaps precisely because of that. So why do you resist your desire?

“It’s time to get them to bed,” Yixïng continues as if he didn’t give his friends more to think about than they could process. He strokes your cheek, finally a healthy shade again, and admires his handiwork. You look just as you did the day they found you - if not better.

“Why isn’t it waking up then?” Baëkhyun mumbles. He would like to see the expression on your face upon waking up, surrounded by the three of them. He wonders what you’d do. Yixïng wouldn’t let them mess up what he fixed straight away. Perhaps it could be an opportunity to try a new approach.

“Because they’re so weak,” he coos at your unconscious form, “That even after being fully healed their body still needs rest.”

“I’ll carry them,” Chanyeøl announces eagerly and without hesitation. Upon seeing Yixïng’s doubtful expression, matched by Baëkhyun, he rolls his eyes. He couldn’t explain it if they asked - the closest to an explanation he has is that he wants to surprise you. Just like when you’re running from him and he chases you straight into a dead end and when you turn, he’s already behind you. The fear radiating off you then, however, is never as strong as when you look behind you as you’re running away from him and he’s not there.

And because he doesn’t have the words he needs, he just takes you from Yixïng, lifting you up easily and bouncing you in his arms into a more secure position. Baëkhyun is up just as fast and checks you over for any new marks. He gives him a warning look when he doesn’t find any. 

“What are you gonna do with them?” Yixïng asks as he stands up, a slight frown on his face. This does ruin his plans a little. 

“I’ll just take it to its bed,” he whines, “I know the rules, okay?”

“Tell that to Suhø,” Baëkhyun coughs, unbothered by the jab he receives in response. While they bicker, Yixïng sighs. Maybe it’s for the best. If at least one of them discovers just as he did that there are advantages to gaining your trust, he will get to focus on developing his powers instead of practicing basic healing again. He can tell that Chanyeøl means what he says, and if there’s something that he’s hiding in his intentions, Yixïng knows better than to pry right now.

“Fine, but if I find a single scratch on them…” he warns half-heartedly.

“It can hurt itself on anything,” the taller man whines, but ultimately he can only promise to be careful if he wants to keep you. Baëkhyun follows him as he carries you in the direction of your room. They stay silent, each thinking similar thoughts, well aware of the fact. Chanyeøl doesn’t need to ask, and for once he doesn’t stop Baëkhyun when he runs a hand up your leg and hums at your warmth and the smoothness of your skin.

“It feels different, right?” Chanyeøl sighs, experimentally rubbing his cheek against your head laid on his shoulder. Did you ever not expect him to hurt you, even if he approached you with innocent intentions? He doesn’t think so. It’s soothing, he finds, when he touches you and you don’t instantly begin to shake.

“It’s gonna go back to how it always is when it wakes up,” he sighs in response. There’s nothing that can be done, honestly he doesn’t want things to change. You should know your place, and that’s beneath him. But he also wants all of you. They all do. And they’re not going to get it if you always remain terrified of them.

“Hey, Baëkhyun,” Chanyeøl calls his name and there’s a cheeky smile on his face, “Wanna make it freak out when it wakes up?”

He doesn’t need explanation.

“It’s like you can read my mind,” Baëkhyun smirks, stepping right behind his friend as they reach your room. 

He throws himself on your bed without any worry and entertains himself by watching Chanyeøl struggle to put you down gently. It’s a new idea. He’s sure he could do a better job of it, especially as your body bounces off the bed as the tall man loses patience. 

He pulls you closer to himself, barely stopping himself from grabbing you with enough strength to bruise your skin. It’s… strange. It makes him realize how little strength he needs to hurt you and he has to stop himself from cooing aloud. Running his fingers over your spotless throat, though, he does miss the collar of marks. Chanyeøl seems to share the sentiment, grumbling when he sees the clean expanse of your neck.

They take a while to simply appreciate the almost forgotten look of you unharmed, healed to perfection. Who else would care for you as much and as well as they do? Your skin seems to be glowing, your hair is shiny and strong. They know your eyes will sparkle when you open them. 

“There’s a lot of mats in its hair,” Chanyeøl mentions as if only now remembering again, “The blood dried there, it’s a mess.”

“Let’s wait until our toy wakes up,” Baëkhyun meets his eyes, “It’s a waste to do it now.”

“It’ll hurt,” he smirks at the white-haired man and quirks a brow. He, of course, thought about it too, but the encounter with Yixïng made him want to reconsider. It remains a tempting thought still.

“Not much,” the other man smirks, “And we won’t be hurting it, right?”

Chanyeol licks his lips. Who is he kidding, it’s what he wanted to do all along. Although he didn’t plan to share the experience, it’s true it might be more fun. He can only imagine how you’ll writhe in fear between them, only able to escape from the touch of one into the arms of the other. If he could wake you right now, he would. 

You’re like this because of him… He’s not the patient kind, but this time he’s more frustrated with himself rather than the need to wait. A broken toy is no fun while it’s being repaired. He lies down fully and puts his arm around your waist. Baëkhyun regards him with a curious look.

“It’s boring without something to play with,” he comments, huffing, moving his face to the crook of your neck. And still you lay limp, completely relaxed. It makes him hesitate. You’re so soft. So easily damaged. He imagines you’re awake, lying like this. Allowing him to get so close without fear. There’s a rush in a hunt - but there’s comfort in this. As much as he looks forward to when you come to and see the position you’re in, he also considers what you’d do if you didn’t fear him as much. Would you move closer to him? Would you touch him first, unprompted?

“We should take care of our toy,” his friend joins him, mirroring his position nearly perfectly. He can’t wait for you to wake up either. It’s been a while since he had his turn with you, but even if he has to share, Baekhyun doesn’t mind. He wants to try something new. He wonders who you’ll try to use for protection. Who you’re going to turn to, hesitant and afraid, considering your chances, and who’ll get to mock you a little for it. If it’s him, then maybe, just maybe, you could strike a deal - if his good mood lasts, that is. But watching you rest so peacefully in their arms, he thinks it will.

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Diabolik lovers Angel and Devil Story [ Chapter 07 ]

Chapter 07 : His Warmth

When the heavenly goddess sees devil's love, her hope to save devil from his dark world increases. She was right. It doesn't matter how mean and cruel someone is. There is goodness and love in everyone. Devil can be saved. The goddess believed in this and every day silently prayed for the sky of her dreams and wished that one day she would pull this devil's heart out of the darkness.

The devil was listening to the prayer of the goddess. He loved to hug this beautiful goddess and gently caress her golden and shiny hair. He liked to kiss her tears and calm her down. He liked to listen to the song of the goddess every night and express his love to her by kissing the red cheeks of the goddess.

But the devil was still imprisoned in the cage of the heart of his history. He tried to break the door of this cage and run to his beautiful angel and hug her. But this cage it is not completely broken yet. This cage is very strong and big and the goddess believes that one day she can break the door of this cage and save the devil from this dark world.

_Mukami brothers started big and stupid efforts to bring their older brother closer to Yui. They are talking in the courtyard of the mansion.

Kou: Come on, Yuma. Didn't you say that you will help us bring these two together?

Yuma: Huh? I said, but this is stupid. So please shut the fuck up.

Azusa: Kou. I would..... like to bring Ruki..... and Eve closer...... together, but what..... we are doing is...... dangerous. What if..... Eve..... gets hurt?

Kou: Nothing bad will happen. We just want to trick M-Neko-chan and bring her inside the yard, then Yuma will pour water on her so that she catches a cold. And when M-Neko-chan catches a cold, Ruki has to take care of her.

Yuma: Huh? You're stupid ? I mean, ya really didn't have a better plan?

Kou: Trust me. This is just a simple cold. But when this happens, Ruki gets close to M-Neko-chan under the pretext of taking care of her.

Azusa: Hmm... I agree.

Yuma: Huh? Oi Azusa, don't be stupid. This plan does not work.

Azusa: I'm sure..... this is a..... good plan, but we.... have to..... be careful..... not to hurt Eve.

Kou: Don't worry, it's just going to be a simple cold. So now let's implement the plan.

Yuma: Tsk... I know we will all end up in trouble.

*TIMESKIP *

_Azusa goes to Yui's room and knocks on the door.

*Knock knock *

Yui: Yes?

Azusa: Eve. It's me. Can you..... come out..... for a..... moment?

_Yui opens the door and comes out of her room.

Yui: Good morning, Azusa-kun. Is there any problem?

Azusa: Good morning....... Eve. Yuma sent..... me to you. He wanted to...... know if you...... can help him........ in the garden.

Yui: Is Yuma-kun gardening? How early did he start his work today?

Azusa: Yes, he is...... gardening. Can you...... help him?

Yui: Yes, for sure. Let's go.

_Azusa and Yui head towards the courtyard of the Mukami mansion together.

*TIMESKIP *

Kou: Don't forget, Yuma. Just hold the water hose towards her. Then tell her that you wanted to water your vegetables and she jumped in the middle.

Yuma: I know. Ya don't have to say it a hundred times. Only if Ruki finds out that we did this, it is your responsibility.

Kou: Fufu. Don't worry, Yuma-kun. He's not going to understand anything..... Oh, Azusa and M-Neko-chan are coming. Go and hide.

_Yuma picks up the water hose and goes behind the tree while Azusa and Yui walk towards Kou.

Kou: Good morning,M-Neko-chan.

Yui: Good morning Kou-kun. You also want to help Yuma-kun in the garden.

Kou: Honestly, I...

Yuma: Oi Yui, Watch out. Go away .....

Yui: Huh?! Kyahh!!!

*Pssshhhhhhhhh *

_Yuma took the water hose to Yui and soaked her completely.

Yui: Kyahh! Yuma-Kun enough. Please turn it off.

_Yuma quickly pulls the hose away from Yui.

Azusa: Oh Eve, Are..... you ok?

Kou: Fufu... The little cat is very wet.

Yuma: You are clumsy. SOW, didn't I tell you to go away?

Yui: Yuma-kun. It's your fault. You turned the water hose on me very suddenly without warning me. Why did you do this?

Yuma: Huh? The fuck? I was watering my vegetables. It is your fault.

Yui: Oh... I'm getting cold.

Kou: M-Neko-chan, it's very cold outside. You may catch a cold. You better go and dry yourself faster.

Azusa: Let's go..... Eve. I will..... help you

Yui: Okay. Thank you .

_Azusa holds Yui's hand with his left hand and holds Yui's shoulder with his right hand and slowly leads her forward and they go into the mansion together.

Kou: Fufu. It was a great card, Yuma-kun.

Yuma: Heh... Poor Yui. I hope she doesn't hurt too much.

Kou: Don't worry. It's just going to be a normal cold.

Yuma: Ya are stupid. I'm sure there was a better plan.

Kou: Just wait until you see how Ruki takes care of M-Neko-chan.

*TIMESKIP *

_Yui is in her room getting ready for school.

Yui: Oh... (My head hurts. My body is hot. Am I catching a cold?)

*knock knock *

Yui: ......!

_Ruki enters the room.

Ruki: Oi Livestock. We want to go to school. are you ready?

Yui: Yes, Ruki-kun I'm now.........

_Yui feels dizzy and holds her head with her hand.

Ruki: What happened? What's your problem? You don't look good today. Are you sick?

Yui: No, I'm fine. I just had.......uh.......

_Yui loses her balance and tries to keep herself from falling to the floor by holding the table.

Ruki: .......! Yui!

_Ruki rushes to Yui and hugs Yui.

Ruki: What happened? You are not seem good.

Yui: *Cough* *cough*..... Ruki-kun..... I.....

_Ruki puts his hand on Yui's forehead to measure her body temperature.

Ruki: .......! You are so hot you have a cold.

Yui: Do I have a cold? I probably caught a cold when Yuma accidentally spilled water on me.

Ruki: What trouble you are. You are only causing trouble with your stupid actions.

Yui: I'm sorry.

Ruki: Don't talk. You just need to rest now.

_Ruki picks Yui up and carries her to her bed and gently and carefully places her on the bed.

Ruki: Take a rest. I will stay at home today and take care of you.

Yui: Thank you Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Don't thank me. As your master, it is my duty to take care of you. Now rest I'm going to cook you some soup so that you get better faster.

Yui: Thank you Ruki-kun. You are very kind .

Ruki: Hmph. You are really stupid. Kind is the last word you should use for me.

_Ruki goes out of Yui's room to make soup for her.

Yui: (He is really kind. Although he tries to hide it, he is very kind.)

*TIMESKIP *

_Mukami brothers are going to school except Ruki.

Kou: Anddddd, I got a big score. Now tell me, who was right? Be quick, tell me, I'm waiting.

Yuma: Tsk... shut up you idiot. Well, you were right.

Kou: Yahoooooo. Yuma's face when he accepts defeat is really spectacular.

Azusa: I can't believe.... it, but this..... plan really worked. Ruki also..... looked very worried.

Kou: I can't believe that he told us to go to school with a serious tone, but he can't come because he has to take care of M-Neko-chan. Although he told her that she is clumsy, but our big brother is really funny. But he can't accept his feelings.

_The Mukami brothers continue on their way to school.

*TIMESKIP *

_Yui is sleeping in her room while Ruki is in the kitchen trying to make soup for her.

Ruki: Well, I think it is ready.

_Ruki puts the bowl of soup in the tray and goes to Yui's room.

*knock knock*

Ruki: Yui. I brought you soup.

_Ruki receives no response.

*knock knock *

Ruki: Yui, are you awake? I'm coming in.

_Ruki enters Yui's room and finds her sleeping.

Ruki: Mmm... she is sleeping.

_Ruki walks towards Yui's bed with slow steps. He puts the soup on the table and sits on the chair.

Yui: Zzzzzzz

Ruki: (She looks very weak. When she sleeps, she seems to be breathing hard. Even when she is lying under the blanket, she looks very tiny. I'm sure this cold is bothering her a lot.)

Yui: Zzzzzzz

_Ruki caresses Yui's cheek gently.

Ruki: (Why should I worry about a mortal human like you? Why do I feel sad when I see you so weak? Why do I have these feelings for you?)

Yui: Mmmm... Nnn... Ruki-kun?

Ruki: ......? Are you awake?

Yui: Zzzzzzzzz

Ruki: Ah... (It seems that she is talking in her sleep. Why did you mention my name? I mean, you don't leave me even in your sleep.)

Yui: Zzzzzzzzz

Ruki: Hehe... despite all this, you are a very stubborn, cheeky and stupid woman.

_Ruki brings her head close to Yui's head and kisses her forehead.

* smooch *

Ruki: But you are still very cute. Don't worry, I will be with you until you feel better.

* TIMESKIP *

Yui: Mmmm....Nn....Haa (I didn't realize when I fell asleep at all.)

Ruki: So you finally woke up.

Yui: .....! Oh Ruki-kun since when are you here?

Ruki : About an hour. I made a lot of effort and made soup for you, but you slept and apparently the soup got cold.

Yui: Oh, I'm really sorry.

Ruki: Well, I have to reheat this soup. Wait for me to come back.

Yui: Okay. Thank you Ruki-kun.

_Ruki takes the bowl of soup and leaves the room.

Yui: (I can't believe it. Ruki was here with me the whole time. What's happening. He has changed a lot.)

*TIMESKIP *

*knock knock*

Ruki: Yui, the soup is ready.

_Ruki opens the door of Yui's room and enters the room.

Yui: Thank you Ruki-kun. I'm sorry I made you have to reheat the soup.

Ruki: It's okay. In any case, if you sleep more, you will get better faster. Don't get it wrong. After you are completely fine, I will receive my reward for taking care of you and drink all of your blood.

Yui: Oh... ok.

_Ruki goes to Yui and sits on the chair next to the bed to feed Yui.

Ruki: Well, open your mouth.

Yui: Oh Ruki-kun, you don't need to feed me. I can eat myself.

Ruki: What an ungrateful and arrogant livestock. You disobey your master's order and ignore my kindness.

Yui: No. no, I do not mean this. You worked hard for me today. I don't want you to get into trouble by feeding me.

Ruki: This is not a trouble. You are not in a good situation. You might shake your hand and spill the soup on your clothes and make everything dirty and create a new problem for me. Besides, as your master, I am doing you a favor and I will give you food myself, so you have no right to refuse it.

Yui: But...

Ruki: Don't you dare to oppose me, otherwise you will be punished. So now be a good girl and open your mouth and let me feed you.

Yui: Okay. Aaa...

Ruki: Haha... Well done, good girl.

_Ruki brings the spoon to Yui's mouth and feeds him.

Ruki: How is it?

Yui: Mmmm... it's very delicious. Thank you Ruki-kun.

Ruki: I'm glad to hear that. Well, it's better to eat it all so that you feel better soon. Come open your mouth.

_Ruki continues to feed Yui and makes sure that Yui eats all the soup.

*TIMESKIP *

*Tick ​​tock* *tick tock*

Yui: Mmm... what time is it now?

_Yui looks at the clock in her room.

Yui: Oh, it's midnight...! (Ruki is sleeping next to me. Oh my God)

_Yui looks at Ruki's hands, who is holding Yui's hands tightly.

Yui: (Probably because I was sick, he slept next to me to take care of me. His hands are very cold and mine are very hot. It's like we are opposites.)

Ruki: Mmm.....

Yui: ......! (I was worried for a moment that I might have woken him up.)

Yui looks at Ruki's calm face lying next to her. Ruki is very close to her. She feels his breath. She feels the heat and his cold hands are in her hands. The heart of the goddess beats faster than before. It is as if she has found the beloved she has been searching for years and wants to stay with him forever.

Yui: (Riko-san was right. Love is real. It's embarrassing to say this, but I feel like I love Ruki-kun. Whenever he hugs me, I want to feel more of his love and kindness. I love him forever. I want to stay with him.)

_Yui goes to Ruki on the bed to be closer to Ruki. She fits herself in Ruki's arms and presses her head to Ruki's chest.

Yui: (I can hear his heartbeat. It is very relaxing.)

*Ba-dump・ba-dump・ba-dump*

Yui feels the warmth of Ruki's heart. The blonde girl puts herself more in the arms of the devil who captured her. She wants to feel the warmth of this devil's embrace more. She likes to call this devil by a new name. She likes to believe that this man is not a devil. But he is an angel.

_Yui raises her head and looks at Ruki's face.

Yui: (I don't know if these feelings are true for someone who has been so mean to me, but I...) I love you, Ruki-kun.

_Yui turns her head towards Ruki and kisses his forehead. And then she goes back to Ruki's arms to sleep again.

Yui: (I want to always hear the sound of this man's heart. I love him)

monologue:

I love you.

I believe you are kind.

I believe that love is true.

And I believe you can be saved from the dark heart.

I can hear your heartbeat when I press my head to your chest.

It is like a beautiful music.

Your arms are warm.

And love is beautiful.

I like to shout these words with joy when I wake up.

How much I love you.

Ruki-Kun I love you.

<– [ Chapter 06 ] [ Chapter 08 ] –>

[cheesewelsom]

"but really, how could anyone have your standards? " Rhaenyra drunkenly asked, her silken pants are tight as she crosses them.

" I'm not perfect " her uptight best friend answers, so full of respite. Rhaenyra chuckles as her very confusing best friend. One minute she's sweet, other times a piranha comes out.

"I'd like to hear how you're not. " Rhaenyra puts the bottle down. " It may help me. " mumbling, she wants to stand up and go near to Alicent, but, her love so ruthlessly put her on time out: which is just kneeling on the floor. ( Rhaenyra Targaryen doesn't kneel to anyone, but her mother. )

As she's lost in her train of thoughts, the princess hears laughter coming from her best friend. " Why are you laughing? I'd love to not love you some days. " Even to herself, Rhaenyra's tone is desperate, angry and oh so very tired.

That seemed to catch Alicent's attention, she turned away from her book and towards her princess. "Tis' a burden, is it? " Alicent's eyes deepens.

Rhaenyra tries so hard to stay still, stay still and cross her legs. Trying so hard to not just stand up, go to Alicent, kneel down and kiss her friends soft, bony hands. Even if they are soft, they are so fragile. ( Rhaenyra often catches herself absentmindedly counting her best friends veins, her hand is slim and soft as silk )

" unrequited love is notoriously so. " Rhaenyra answers, the world is spinning a bit, but, she stays still. Away from the chaise where her best friend sits with her book on her lap.

Rhaenyra hates(loves) it when Alicent wears her glasses.

Rolling her eyes, the good lady answers : "I'm ruthless. "

"love that about you. "

Alicent looks exasperated, " i can be judgemental. "

Rhaenyra laughs outright, her laughed is cruel, heartless and cold. Even being used to her friends offending laugh, Alicent flinches anyway.

"you don't think that. " Rhaenyra's upbeat tone made Alicent tsk, her assurance in the subject made her want to slap her Princess.

[dizair]

@decimatlas asked:

( trace )     for the sender to trace their finger of the receiver’s body. eruri ◡̈

“SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

( trace )     for the sender to trace their finger of the receiver’s body.

His breath had stopped only for a moment, yet this moment seemed to last for centuries. Frozen in time the two of them were, for the split second ice cold eyes frantically searched for the reflection of the sky in Erwin's eyes. “ Look at me, ” he ordered, holding him by the chin. Empty and vast to look at, a shade of blue Levi would get lost in, and be grounded at the same time. There were no clouds in sight ( his sight ), for once. It felt like a sunlit day instead, carrying warmth he'd enjoy for the first time. The bastard, having kept this side of him secret in the deepest parts of his seemingly absent heart. But Levi was in no place to judge. Not him, who watched everyone hidden in the shadows, refusing to make his presence known. Refusing to step into the light.

His body hadn't known any gentle touch. The hold of his mother long forgotten, replaced by years of loneness and war. War was who he had become, whether it was the war he had declared himself when still a child — against a cruel world to have threatened to rip him off his humanity, AND the war he fought for him, for Erwin's dreams to come to reality. Robbed of his heart, given up on his freedom, the blond sought to take more from him, for them to blend even further to one another, as if Levi hadn't already turned to an extension of him, of the hand he swung his blade to lead all those soldiers to their death. His sword and shield the Captain was, losing his sense of self as the years passed, as many more of his comrades died in his arms. Even his reflection he'd see in the mirror instead of himself, the devil he had sold his soul. Yet none of it was enough for the voracious bastard. He kept asking more of him.

Even for the air he breathed. Even for the coldness of his skin.

For how long, would he keep consuming his entire being? Until he was reduced to nothingness. Levi didn't mind. He didn't despise becoming one with the void, for this was where the other's soul resided as well. This was the devil he had chosen to follow to the ends of earth, after all. “ Tsk, what do you think you're doing? ” He knew exactly what he was doing. When had he wasted any of his words? When had Levi not chosen them carefully, yet spat them out with such ease ? Was it his discomfort showing, having not known such closeness? Or was it something entirely different ? The admittance ( or refusal ) of what he had been unconsciously craving — to be treated as HUMAN, for both of them to be humans for once. Fragile creatures starved for affection, in any form that was.

[missmeinyourbones]

touya todoroki x reader (MINORS DNI 18+)

NSFW (!!!) afab!reader, thigh riding, dacryphilia, penetrative sex, not proofread lol - minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.

Touya’s never been wanted—in any meaning of the word—so forgive him if he’s not used to receiving the open attention you give him so selflessly. 

But with you, right now, wanting him so desperately that you’re dripping onto the denim of his pants, rocking your hips on the rough surface and letting out tiny whimpers and pleas as you work yourself up, Touya thinks he can get used to this. 

He adores it.

He thinks that one of his favorite things in this godforsaken world is having you thrashing back and forth on his thigh, desperately chasing a high that you both know isn't enough to satisfy you. He can sit there and do absolutely nothing, be nothing, and you’ll still want him. Still need him. It goes straight to the ice cold lump of coal that he calls his heart—as well as the pulsing cock strained within his pants. 

“Touya,” you whine, arms wrapped around his neck as you continue to grind against his leg like a dog in heat. But it’s not enough. 

“Hm?” he’s paying you no mind, or at least doing a good job of convincing you that he is, as he sinks further into the couch, eyes locked on the old movie mindlessly playing on the television. 

“You’re being mean.”

“M’not,” he insists, feeling your cunt clench around nothing at his cruel and dry words. The heat radiating from your cream smothered against his leg feels divine, so he further presses your tiny frame up against his thigh. 

“Wanna cum,” you pout, sounding so small, so weak, as your hands press against his chest for support, “I can’t do it myself.”

“You’ve done it before, don’t see why you can’t do it again.”

Another whiny Touya drawls from your lips as your hips pick up speed again, grinding down on his lean thigh to feel any sort of friction. You feel like your head is spinning in all directions, and all you can smell is the mint from his gum and the sweetness of your leaking cunt. 

“Want you,” you softly cry, and the sound of your pathetic voice would make any other man fall to his knees. However, Touya is not any other man. 

He looks down and you follow his line of sight to the cute little damp spot that your slick has left on his already darkened jeans. He lets his thumb roll over it before bringing it up to his mouth and sucking on the digit with a smirk.

“Think you already have me, baby.”

A quick and whiny no! leaves your lips and he’s gripping your hips, shhing you and ushering you to continue to ride his now bouncing thigh. 

The newfound vibration makes you moan lewdly, something you didn’t expect to crawl up from your throat, as Touya chuckles at your begging. 

“Want your hands, your mouth.” 

Anything, everything.

“Yeah?” he stops the motion of this leg and you sob crudely against his neck. He tsks at your behavior and you feel his breath on the shell of your ear, “Don’t know if you’ve been good enough, yet.”

Touya takes a slender pointer finger and picks your jaw up from the crook of his warmth, forcing you to look him in the eye. He sees your pupils the size of saucers, tears spilling from your lash line out of pure frustration and tension, and he swears he falls further in love with you. He didn’t think it was possible—he didn’t think a lot was possible, until you proved him wrong countless of times. 

Your assault on this thigh continues as you leave open mouthed kisses on his lips, chanting pleasepleaseplease like a prayer into his flesh and bone. He knows your body, knows you’re exhausted from using your whole being to chase your high. It’s cute, he thinks, how easily you get worked up over nothing. 

So cute, that he wants to reward you. 

“Alright, settle down,” he coos as his hands rub soothing circles on your back, and you gasp out of relief at the thought of him potetionally helping you finish. 

“Give you what you want, yeah?” he kisses your cupid’s bow and you're nodding dumbly as he begins to undo his belt. He pulls his boxers down and his cock springs up flush against his stomach. You're practically drooling, moaning at the sight of his pink tip leaking tiny pretty pearls of pre-cum. 

He hooks his hands underneath your ass, slightly lifting you to sit on his cock, before allowing you to sink your weight down on him. He slides in nicely, all thanks to your weeping cunt being covered in slick from your prior show. The moan you let out is unruly, already so sensitive from your aching clit rubbing against the scratchy material of his jeans for so long. 

“Keep doin’ what you were doin’, doll,” he grunts as his hands return to their hold on your hips, gently guiding you up and down on his length, “This time, on my cock.”

Touya isn’t thick or girthy—he’s thin and incredibly long. He doesn't stretch your cunt in a way that burns, he instead snakes his tip all the way to the opening of your cervix, kissing your soft and spongey spot with ease on every thrust. 

You pick up the pace and the only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin on skin and your whines paired with Touya’s grunts. His fingers find your jaw once more as he’s forcing you to look at him. The tears in your eyes look like glitter as he licks the salt from your cheek with a single swipe of his flattened tongue. 

“This is what you wanted, yeah?" he lightly mocks you, tone condescending but you still feel the adoration in it. You always do. 

“Yes,” you drawl into his mouth, quickly followed by a wanton thank you as he meets your thrusts half-way. 

"C’mon then, pretty,” he presses his forehead against yours, nose to nose as he inhales your sweet sounds, “Show me how good you are f'me."

And you do. 

Twisting and arching your body in all of the right places, your cunt squeezes Touya like it was made for him. In fact, he’s almost positive that it was. So positive, that he reaches a scarred hand down to your clit, rubbing fast and tiny circles on the bud with his pointer finger. Your body instantly reacts to his touch, feeling ignited underneath his spell at how good the roughs of his fingertips feel, how well his cock fills you up, how right his skin burns pressed up against your own. 

It’s not long before you're babbling strings of so good! and right there! mindlessly as he watches the way your lips part, the way your hips buck against his own. The familiar coiling in your stomach finds itself brewing and you feel as though you’ve waited ages for this. Lifetimes, even. 

With a few clenched shit and fuck's from Touya, followed by a few of your own high pitched m'cumming!'s, you feel his hot seed coat the insides of your walls as you cream around his cock. You thrash around in his arms and your whole body spasms and stiffens as the power of your orgasm ricochets throughout your entire frame. You feel it in the pit of your stomach and the tips of your toes—and it’s this very feeling that you’d been chasing when you straddled Touya’s thigh and made it your own in the first place.

Touya’s never been wanted. He’s unfamiliar with the feeling of being preferred, cherished. As he catches his own breath with you in his arms and his cock softening between your thighs, he decides that this is what it feels like. This is immeasurable desire—not because he’s second choice or because he’s unable to provide, but because he’s enough. 

He’s more than enough when it comes to you. 

[minniepetals]

(i would also enjoy that to be a series pls,,if you have the time ofc)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / cont.

drabble mpost

When you wake again, you find yourself bounded by ropes, keeping your arms held behind you with your ankles wrapped just as tightly.

“You’re telling me you can’t even get rid of the last thing that kept you tied to the outside world? I thought you were committed to this.” You hear a voice as your consciousness slowly fades in, a voice unfamiliar to you. It’s low and gruff, something that brings shivers down your spine.

“I am,” you hear Jimin say. “We are, Namjoon, it’s just…” He looks off to the side hesitantly, only to meet your eyes and a gasp leaves him. “You’re awake!” When he tries to go to you, Hoseok blocks him from doing so, just as he does the same for Jungkook when the younger one is on his feet.

“You know not to get distracted when Namjoon’s speaking.”

Namjoon must be the leader.

You sit on the cold, hard floor, and as uncomfortable as it is for you, you keep silent against the room. Something tells you they probably won’t like it if you speak. From what you can tell, Jimin and Jungkook probably got themselves into some bad stuff and now they’ve been tasked to get rid of everyone that knew of them before this life. 

You were probably their last target.

And the man who stands before them is the man in charge, the don.

“You’re committed but you still love her, don’t you?” You hear him say as he gives you a single glance that leaves a chill down your spine, before he gives his attention to the two boys once more. When they don’t answer him, he tsks lightly, heaving out a sigh. “And what are you hoping to get out of this? You do understand that keeping her alive means trapping her in this life, right? Now that she’s seen and witnessed a few things, there’s no way in hell am I letting her go back to her life and pretend she was never mixed into this.”

“I know,” Jimin says. “I-I just…”

“You want to save her so badly but the only way to do that is by trapping her here.” Taehyung chuckles bitterly at those words.

“Now do you really think it’s better keeping her alive than letting her stay here? You want to do that to someone you care about?”

“Why don’t we ask the person in question?”

Their heads all turn your way when the question is proposed and you almost flinch at the sudden attention, not liking this one bit. When you meet the eyes of your two ex-boyfriends, they simply bite their lips uneasily as one of the others approaches you.

“What do you think?” Yoongi asks with a small tilt in his head. “Want to die or want to become a part of this? We kill people by the way, in case you haven’t noticed. So if you choose us over giving into a peaceful death, it’ll mean witnessing things you’ve never had to before. Cruel, nasty things. No one can protect your eyes from those things. Not even the two people you love.”

The two people you love.

He doesn’t know who you are nor do you think he’ll make an effort but something tells you Jungkook, Jimin, and they probably have a relationship going on. Maybe they left you for them, maybe they left for a whole different reason and fell in love with them later on, but either way, it seems your only decision is to either be a victim to death yourself or witness death before your eyes.

Both you don’t like.

But the man’s right, you love Jimin and Jungkook. It may be years since they left but you still care for them deeply even with everything going on. But how can you abandon your whole life just for this? How can you leave everything behind just for them? They left you. How’re you sure they won’t do it again?

“Your answer?” Yoongi prompts, a raise in his brow.

“Death,” you say, and it catches him off guard.

“Y/N–”

Taehyung laughs at your answer and it isn’t the type of laugh that’s taunting or menacing. It’s the sort of laugh where he’s actually doubling over and finding this genuinely funny. “Honestly that was expected. You didn’t actually think she’d choose this life for you, did you? Last I heard you abandoned her and gave her no explanation.”

The two of them glare at him but he continues laughing without a care.

“Well, you heard the girl,” Seokjin says and on cue, Hoseok takes his gun out, feet making their way over to you.

You flinch at the sight and Jimin and Jungkook panic.

“Wait.”

At the command of the don, Hoseok hovers his gun in the air, not moving an inch. You watch as Namjoon stands from his seat, intriguing eyes narrowed your way.

“She’s interesting, keep her alive. And besides, these two will be wailing in regret and we don’t really want to see tears shedding from their eyes now do we?” He pats both Jimin and Jungkook on the shoulders as he passes them. “Plus you have a few things to say to them, don’t you, little one?”

When you don’t give him a response, Namjoon simply walks off without another word, leaving Seokjin to approach you as he takes his knife out and cuts away the ropes that were bounded to your ankles. His touch is gentle when he grazes along the swell on your right foot just as your ex-lovers rush over to your side.

“Congratulations, Miss Y/N,” Seokjin says with a pointed stare made your way, “it looks like you have to deal with death front row seat after all. I’d apologize but..it’s not me who has to utter those words, now is it?”

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

War of Hearts

Erwin Smith X FReader

Word Count: 2,949

Warning: ANGST 😇, also this is my very first attempt at smut lol 👼, this is trash most likely haha, aot canon timeline is not followed hahahahehehe

A/N: you ever had those times when you hear a song and all these ideas for a fic just come rushing inside your head lol ok this was inspired by War of Hearts, a song by Ruelle, and clearly I got carried away haha

'Is your mission clear, sweetheart?', he whispered in your ears, his breath intoxicated with cigarettes.

'Yes', you replied as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. His hand caressing your naked body. His palm fondled your breast while his other hand grabbed your jaw to face him.

'This mission is yours to complete Y/N. I'll trust you won't let me down. Now, look at me', he commanded as he lifted your face, staring directly into your eyes. 'Tell me Y/N, who's the target?'

'Erwin Smith.'

'And what is it that you will do to him?'

'Assassinate him.'

'And why would you do that?'

'To avenge my father. 

And to avenge me.'

'Good girl.'

The rain was pouring hard on this dark, cold night. But you were wrapped in the warm embrace of your lover. The man you were supposed to kill. As you nestled against the crook of his neck, with your bare bodies pressed close to each other, the conversation with the man who hired you loomed in your head. You are so close to him. You could easily slit his throat at this very moment. But you can't bear to do it. You weren't supposed to fall in love. That was not part of the plan. The stoic and tough commander, no one ever thought someone would be able to break his walls. But you did. You cunning, wicked woman. The cruelty of the world underground has trained you to soften the hardest of hearts, to tweak the logical minds and to manipulate the innocent souls. That's how you got Erwin Smith wrapped around your fingers. But you wish it was all that. But fate is cruel. You thought you were the wicked one. Yet fate is more evil. How could fate send you to a man who was the gentlest soul you've ever known? How could fate send you to a man who has the warmest touch you've ever felt? How could fate send you to kill a man who has loved you with all his heart, body and soul? All your life, you've known cruelty but not until this very moment. You thought cruelty was all the beatings, the bruises, the rapings and the tortures. But no, there was far more worse cruelty. And tonight you realized what that is. Being caught up in a forbidden love.

You raised your head from the crook of his neck. You cupped his cheeks and whispered into his ears, 'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?',. Your warm lips pressed a kiss on his forehead and slowly lifted his hands on your waist and removed yourself from his embrace. You got up, careful not to make any sound and dressed yourself. Before opening the door, you looked back at him. He was sleeping peacefully, as if he wasn't lying with a traitor just a few minutes ago. The guilt in your heart torments you. As you left his room, the corridors were silent. Only the crackling of the burning fire can be heard. The light was dim but you noticed the shadow of a man. When you looked up, you discovered humanity's strongest soldier. He was leaning against the wall, staring into the dark, rainy sky. 

'Captain, I did not expect to see you here', you uttered in surprise.

'Tsk, I know he's fucking you, but I don't trust you Y/N.', he glared into your eyes and walked past you, 'I'm watching you'.

His statement shocked your core. Captain Levi has never been a trusting person. But you were careful, you made sure no one ever finds out. Yet the fact that you came from the underground made Levi more suspicious of you. As someone who came from the underground himself, he knows what kind of people the underground breeds. You haven't done anything alarming, yet, but with his growing suspicions, you have to act now and complete what you were supposed to do. You clenched your fist as tears began rolling into your eyes.

—

'There's a traitor among us Erwin', Hange exclaimed, slamming her hands against the commander's desk. 

'I am aware Hange', the commander calmly responded.

'Then we have to act now! You're their target Erwin. Who knows they might've already sent someone to assassinate you', Hange told him.

'What do you think Levi?', she asked the captain. 

Levi looked at her in silence then he turned to Erwin, 'Tsk'.

'I already have my eyes on someone', Erwin revealed.

'Then tell us Erwin!', Hange demanded.

'I can't Hange. We have to be careful', he told her.

'I trust your judgement, Erwin', Levi sternly expressed to the commander. And he left, Hange following him.

Erwin sighed. He hated this. He hated that he knew. He hated this gamble. He hated that his gamble is you. You were his sweet, little Y/N. The woman he never would've thought would open the doors to his closed heart. The love he never expected to find in this cruel world. When you came to the regiment, you were just another soldier in his eyes. But you charmed him with your wits and your strength. And before he knew it, he was captivated by you. And he knew that you felt the same, but did you?

—

Erwin knocked on the door to your room but there was no response. When he opened it, you weren't there. On days like this, when you are nowhere to be found, he knows exactly where to find you. To your secret hideaway. An abandoned cottage beyond the forest near the regiment's headquarters. But Erwin knew who used to own the property before. Lovof, he was called. A nobleman whose greed wanted to destroy the country of Paradis. But Erwin got to him first, causing his downfall. As to how you discovered that place, Erwin is uncertain. Lovof had that property built as a gift. Erwin only had suspicions. Suspicions he doesn't know if he can rely on. But that place has also become a special one for him. It was not just your hideaway but it was also his. It's the place where he is not the tough, stoic commander, but the warm and gentle lover. The moon has always looked beautiful from that place. It was also where you shared your first kiss together, and many more firsts after that. It has slowly become a home for the both of you, a world away from the grueling harshness of military life.

And you were there, sitting just outside the cottage. The moon's brightness illuminated the beautiful features of your face. You looked gorgeous like a goddess, basking under the moon's glory. When you heard someone approaching, you slowly looked their way.

'Erwin', you called him.

'I-', before you could finish what you were about to say his lips crashed into yours. Kissing you fervently and hungrily. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to explore the warm caverns of yours. And as you were running out of breath, he broke the kiss, grabbed your hand and led you inside. He hurriedly closed the door and pushed you against it. His left hand lifted the cheeks of your ass as he settled himself between your legs. His thick thighs directly against your clothed cunt. He was nibbling your neck, leaving marks as he guided your waist to grind into his thighs. His hand then found the buttons of your uniform, removing them revealing your chest. In a matter of seconds he unclasped your bra and his mouth sucked on your breasts while his other hand massaged your other boob. You moaned at the sensation. The sound you created only turned him on more. His lips pressed into yours again, your hands wrapped around his neck and he carried you into the bed. As you lied with your back against the mattress, he undressed himself. Removing his white polo, his pants and setting his throbbing cock free from its fabric constraints. He looked at you like a predator about to gobble up his prey and pulled your pants down, tossing it on the floor with your underwear. His index finger gathered the slick from your wet folds as he slowly inserted two digits in your dripping cunt. When he was sure you were stretched enough, he guided his cock into your pussy. His thrusts were slow at first but when you looked at him with those eyes begging for more, he slowly pulled out his cock and rammed it back again. Only this time, faster and rougher. You held into his strong biceps as he pounded into you like a beast. But you loved the feeling. You crossed your legs at the back of his waist, locking him and pulling him in. You were close, he could feel it, as you tightened against his cock and as your grips became stronger. And he was too, his cock was twitching inside your pussy. And with a few more thrusts you came undone and as he fucked you through your high, he grunted as he realeased his cum inside you. His lips found yours and he kissed you passionately. It was slow and filled with desires, of unspoken feelings. Then he pulled out and crashed beside you and pulled you into his embrace. His big hands gently caressing your tiny back. He held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And you laid like that for quite a while. No words spoken, just two forbidden hearts beating for each other. Then he finally said something.

'Do it Y/N', he whispered in your ears.

'What?', you got up in surprise. 'What are you talking about Erwin?'

'Do what you were sent here to do, my love', he gently cupped your cheeks. The look in his eyes is the look of a man who has completely succumbed to his fate. A look you never would've imagined you'd see in Erwin's eyes. But there he is, before you, in his most vulnerable state, prepared to die in your treacherous hands. Today was the day Erwin decided to confront you. He was a brilliant strategist. A brilliant commander. A brilliant man. He could've come up with plans that are much preferable than him dying. But if he's not the one to die, then it would be you. If you get convicted with treason, death penalty awaits you. Or if you put up a fight, he was sure Levi wouldn't hesitate to kill you. And he doesn't want that. He doesn't want you to get hurt, he wants to protect you. In this very moment, love has weakened the strongest commander. His rational mind lost to the love he felt and his heart. And he has no regrets. He came here and made love to you accepting that tonight is the night it all ends. 

Tears slowly began falling from your eyes and he gently wiped them. The decision to end him has been tormenting you, but he has made that choice for you. He didn't want you burdened by such choices anymore. You despised this. But there was no other way. 

You took something from the bedside table. And looked at him.

'I'm sorry.'

He smiled at you. You injected the syringe and he closed his eyes.

—

Erwin awoke feeling the sting of a hard slap on his face, followed by a hard punch.

'Zeke, stop', a familiar voice pleaded.

When he looked up he saw you holding the blonde man back.

'I told you to kill him Y/N. But you brought him back here, alive. He's mine to kill now. As to how, that's up to me', he glared at you. 

He started kicking Erwin mercilessly. 

'Look at you, the high and mighty commander of the military looking so helpless in front of me. Too bad, you fell for the vixen I sent to kill you', Zeke smirked looking down at Erwin.

'Oh by the way Y/N, before he dies won't you do the honor of telling him your real name?', Zeke told you.

You looked down, ashamed to look at the beaten man in front of you. 'My name…is Y/N Lovof'.

Erwin's eyes widened. You were Lovof's daughter. The daughter of the man he sent to his death.

'Yes, that's right Commander. She's the daughter of the nobleman you doomed. His father was lucky, dying easily like that. Meanwhile his daughter left to starve and fend for herself. Eventually finding herself sold to human traffickers in the underground. Slaved, beaten, tortured, raped, b-'

'Stop it Zeke!', you screamed.

'What now Y/N? Are you ashamed of your past?', Zeke chuckled. 'Don't worry Y/N, with his death, Paradis will fall and the Yeagerists will rise. We'll rule this nation Y/N, and all those who've caused you pain, we'll eliminate them. One. By. One.', he whispered in your ears. 

You glared at Zeke, turning your back on him and leaving the room where he chained up Erwin. You couldn't bear to kill the man you love so you drugged him to make him lose his consciousness and brought him to Zeke. You thought that if he dies in Zeke's hands, you won't feel as guilty. But you were wrong. You felt so guilty you wanna throw up. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how you're supposed to avenge your father and yourself. This is what you wanted wasn't it? 

—

'I'm getting bored, Commander. I think I'll kill you now.', Zeke said while loading bullets in his gun. 

And as he directed the gun on Erwin's forehead, he heard gunshots coming outside the room. This was his private estate. No one was supposed to know where this place was. No one. Unless, someone betrayed him.

'Y/N!', Zeke shouted as he raced out of the room, leaving Erwin chained up. 

When Zeke went outside, he saw a familiar face coming inside. 

'Look at your current state Erwin. It's disgusting', Levi told him as he unbuckled his chains. 

'How did you know where I was Levi?'

'I'll tell you later, let's go.'

Levi assisted him, going out of the room.

As they were about to escape, Zeke maniacally shouted.

'Commander!'.

Erwin and Levi turned around and they saw you, Zeke hostaging you, his gun directed at your head.

'I won't let you leave easily', Zeke chuckled. 'Your life or hers? Choose.' he grinned.

You caught Zeke by surprise when you kicked him and elbowed him in the face, setting yourself free from his hold. And as you held him back, you looked at Erwin.

'Go!', you shouted. 

Erwin hesitated and reached out for you but Levi grabbed him. 

You were strong. But Zeke was stronger, it was getting hard holding him down. But you had to make sure they were far enough.

'You're a traitor through and through Y/N', Zeke snarled at you.

'I'm tired Zeke', you told him, tears falling down from your eyes. You looked outside and saw that they were finally in a safe distance. You slowly let Zeke go and grabbed something from your pocket. 

'What are you doing Y/N?', his eyes widened when he noticed your body wrapped with bombs covered by your clothes.

'Let's end this Zeke', you stared at him in the eye and pushed the button.

'Y/N, st-'

The estate fell into an explosion. 

Erwin was about to get inside the carriage when he heard the bomb exploded. When he saw the estate blowing up, he desperately tried to run back to you.

'Y/N', he called even though he knew it was to no avail. 

'Erwin, your wounds', Hange reminded him.

'No, I have to get her', Erwin coughed up blood and could barely walk.

'Stop being so pathetic Erwin', Levi told him off as he knocked him unconscious.

—

'How was your sleep?', a sweet voice asked him.

When he opened his eyes he saw you. He was sleeping comfortably in your lap while you gently combed his blonde locks with your fingers.

'I've slept well my love', he responded as he got up planting a kiss on your lips.

'I love you Y/N', he told you as he rested his forehead into yours, his hand cupping your cheeks.

You smiled back at him. 'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?'

—

Erwin awoke in a room familiar to him. He was back at the headquarters, in the bedroom connected to his office. It was night time. When he looked out the window, the moon was full and shining ever so brightly. He slowly got up and scanned the room. He saw Levi and Hange.

'Does it hurt anywhere Erwin?', Hange asked.

Erwin looked down. His eyes filled with sadness and regret. 'My heart Hange', Erwin smiled sadly.

Levi then handed him a piece of paper.

'What's this?', he asked.

'You asked me how I knew. It was Y/N. She told me where you were. She confessed everything. And she told me to give this to you.', Levi explained.

Erwin opened the piece of paper.

'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?'

These were your favorite words. The night you confessed to him, you used these. Erwin didn't understand it at first and thats when you kissed him. 'It means I love you, silly', you told him.

Erwin just stared at the paper. You visited him in his sleep, he didn't know that was the last time he'll ever see you. If he knew, he would've stayed beside you. He would rather stay inside a dream than live a reality without you. 

Erwin has led and won many wars. But the only war he lost was the war of hearts.

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💋Single Dad Xiao | A Beautiful Beginning



Warning: Alcohol?(I didn't mention this in the zhongli one but I think I should), mention of traumatic past, (SFW)

Pairing: Single Dad!Xiao X Fem!Reader

Mia's Notes: Damn okay the second single dad write up oh lord. This is quite exhausting I have to admit, might take a break from such stuff for a while. This write up felt slightly mess and it is not proof read because fucking 8,738 words was enough the first time. Well happy reading!! Reblogs are appreciated! Love you guys~~

WC: 8.7k

Xiao has always been the type of person to keep to himself, he’s been like that ever since he was a child. You could call him an introvert.

As a child, he used to spend his time drawing while listening to classical music, the soothing sounds of violins and pianos filling up a void in his aching heart. Why did he feel this way, nobody really knew and honestly, nobody really tried to understand. Such was the cold and cruel world out there.

Everyone around him praised his works, saying that he was able to capture in paint strokes what people couldn’t convey with words. He’d always tsk and internally curse them for their fakeness. They could never understand the depth behind each colour on the canvas.

In his youth, Xiao had a terrible fate, someone blackmailed him and used his weaknesses to make him do unimaginable deeds, deeds that haunted his nights for years to come. Blood stained his hands as he walked to his apartment like a zombie crawling in the night, not looking forward to the next day, for it would be just the same as the last.

The only reason he is the successful person he is today is the kindness a certain man had shown him. This person was Zhongli, Xiao’s godfather.

Zhongli was able to pull him out of his terrible life, putting a restraining order on the one who had almost ruined the young male’s life. Trail awaited and soon he would be put in jail, Xiao leaving the court a free man with a clean record.

With Zhongli’s kindness and support, Xiao was able to graduate college with a degree in fine art and painting.

Xiao found his calling in being a tattoo artist, well, with the help of zhongli, creating his own chain of tattoo parlours. A real entrepreneur hid under the cold exterior he always put up as he was able to start from scratch with basic funds from zhongli.

He started with a small store in the corner of a shopping complex. Xiao, his best friend and classmate, Aether and his sister, Lumine, the three worked together and soon enough word spread of the handsome dark haired male with the hand of Leonardo Da Vinci.

Xiao had a tattoo of his own, a green phoenix on his right arm, a symbol of rebirth since he woke from his ashes and now shined brighter than ever. The only thing was, he wasn’t very comfortable with showing his tattoo.

Whenever he was manning his main parlour, he would make sure to put on a jacket before a client appeared, lest they asked to get a tattoo similar to his. He wasn’t ready to let just anyone have a symbol of great significance stamped on their body forever without comprehending the meaning of it.

Speaking of interacting with his clients, talks were minimal to none, words ranging from instructions to move in a better position or just a grunt to their questions about how his day was.

Many a times men and women walked in with no intentions of getting a tattoo, all they wanted was to see the rumoured gorgeous male with their own eyes, gawking at how handsome he looked.

His hair, layered locks of black with teal highlights that fell over his feline amber eyes, wow. The way he dressed with his baggy sweatshirts hid the well built body underneath, unless he was to tattoo a client. Then he would sport purple sweatpants, a white tank top and green jacket, a signature outfit of sorts.

If you ever saw him without his jacket, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm, you’d see his muscles flex in the red lighting of the studio. The ripples his body created with every stretch of his had people drooling on the bench.

When you’d look at him, you’d find it hard to believe that at home he had a 3 year old girl whom he called his daughter. A man of his…demeanour… being a father? You’d have to see it to believe it.

As a father, Xiao tries his best to be there for Qiqi. But he also tries to keep his distance from the toddler. The actions of his past still haunt him and make him believe that he isn’t worthy of having such an innocent, fragile being to call his own.

He loves Qiqi with every ounce of himself, he loved being with his daughter. At night they would sleep in the same bed because of Xiao’s fears that something would happen to her when he’s asleep. Her small fingers wrapping around his pinky as she hugged her goat plushie calmed his soul and gave him the soundest sleep he’s ever had.

He feels that he’ll be a terrible influence on the little girl and usually requests either Zhongli or Lumine to care for her when he’s at work. Work was important because it helped him provide Qiqi with the best and most comfortable life he could offer. It’s all he ever wants for his daughter, to make sure she’s always happy and never reaches a point in life when she has to resort to the measures he did.

Usually days would go like; Xiao would wake up and help Qiqi get ready for daycare. He smiles at her while pushing her tiny hands through the sleeves of her sweater and helping her with her bag. He’d hold her hand while walking down the street and those mornings are the only times he feels like he has a somewhat normal life.

When he sees the bright red and yellow gate of her daycare, he kneels to her eye level and holds her hand, giving her a pep talk like he does every day.

“Have a great day Nana. Remember to be nice to everyone and if someone is mean to you, you tell your teacher. Auntie Lumine will pick you up today and take you to her house, okay?”

“Papa, when will you come home?” Her voice was so small, it broke his heart seeing that hopeful sparkle in her eyes.

“Papa will be a bit late tonight Qiqi. But I promise, I will be there for dinner, and we will cuddle and sleep okay? Just you, me and your cocogoat!” Xiao let go of all his worries for a moment and beamed at Qiqi, pulling her into his chest for a hug.

“I love you so much Nana.” He would kiss her head before ushering her into the grounds, seeing her run to catch up with her friends.

A sigh and a shattered glance later, he was walking to work, hands stuffed in his pockets.

That day, that fateful day, it started like any other. He sat in his office and signed through property paper, finalising the deal of getting another store in another part of the city. His business was ever expanding and he had to start with interviews for new tattoo artists the week to come.

Seeing pages with thousands of words and no beauty or art… it bothered him. A part of his was screaming at him to push himself out of his seat and go tattoo some people.

And he did, unknown to him, that’s the day his life would do a 180 and the rusted gears of his dead heart would turn, slowly but surely.

“Any clients?” Xiao walked out of his office towards Aether, who sat with Lumine, looking through a few records. “Yeah, I have one but that’s a completion job. Why don’t you take a walk-in?” Aether smirked, knowing what buttons to push.

Xiao rolled his eyes, the sound of the bell ringing signalled that a walk-in just came. He absolutely detested walk-ins. Some of them used to be quite stupid, walking into a tattoo parlour without knowing about the T of tattoos. Their obliviousness irritated him to no ends.

He shot a glare at Aether,”You jinxed it.” And all he got was a laugh in return before he put on his jacket dragged himself to greet his temporary headache.

“I’m not sure about this-“

“Oh Y/N, stop being a baby! You’re a grown woman now, it’s time to got a sexy tattoo. You know you’d totally rock one!”

Xiao heard a really loud person and a more timid voice coming from the reception. He sighed and walked out, straining a smile at the two people.

Only, upon seeing you, his smile fell numb as his jaw hung open, the sight of you making his heart beat faster. You were nervously fidgeting near the door, still not convinced about getting your skin inked. Your quivering smile, blushing cheeks and darting eyes, all of you was just so…beautiful.

“I’m not sure what I want. It’s a pretty big decision and I don’t want to mess up.” You murmured, laughing nervously at you friend. ‘Wise thoughts, though common sense.’ Xiao thought to himself, trying to shake off his initial surprise at seeing you.

“Ah just get anything. Getting a tattoo is a memory in itself.” You friend patted your back, and Xiao started judging your choice in friends, since this one clearly didn’t have any basic thinking capacity.

Deciding that he could no longer tolerate the sound of your friend’s stupid voice, he walked closer to the two of you. “Hi, welcome to Adeptal Ink. How may I help you?” The feel of your eyes travelling to him had his stomach churning in a nice way? He didn’t know how to describe that feeling, but whatever it was, he was not used to it. Though he wouldn’t mind more of that tummy tickling feeling of your eyes on him.

“My friend here wants to get a tattoo. I hope you can help her out.” Your friend winked at you and leaned to whisper in your ear, words audible to the owner of the store. “Aye lucky you, Mr.Xiao is going to tattoo you himself! Go get some girl!” The shrill of that voice made Xiao shiver.

“Follow me.” Was all he said as he guided you down the red lit halls. He was trying hard to maintain his cool, unbothered self, but when he peeked at your anxious being behind him, a part of him felt a little soft for you. He mentally kicked himself. He barely knew you and was already thinking about you way more that necessary. How professional.

He opened the door of one of the rooms and welcomed you in, gesturing for you to sit on the tattoo bench. You bowed in thanks and awkwardly sat on the edge of the leathery seat. Xiao pulled up his chair right in front of you and picked up his sketch book and pen, looking at you through unconcerned eyes. “Do you have any designs in mind? A basic idea of what you want and where?”

You gulped and laughed dryly “Ah you see, I don’t even know if I want a tattoo right now. My friend just dragged me here and I was completely helpless. Do you think you could maybe help me with an excuse or something?” Xiao raised his eyebrow at you. Out of all the people who came to not get a tattoo, you were the first to show no signs of interest in him. A pleasant change, he thought. “Alright then. What do you want me to do?” Xiao sighed, keeping the objects down on the table.

“I don’t know? If she asks, we’ll just say something like we discussed some designs but you thought that my skin wasn’t clean enough and you suggested that I come back after taking a proper bath?” You suggested.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He looked at you in irritation. But you weren’t intimidated, you had bigger problems. “Well then can you help me with an excuse, since you’re the professional here?” You practically begged.

His eyebrow was still cocked at you like you had gone cuckoo, but seeing your puppy dog eyes, he felt weak and sighed in defeat. “I supposed I can come up with some story.” That’s all he said.

Silence loomed all over. Common sense said that you’d be sitting in the room with him for a while longer, so as to sell the story better, but the sound of imaginary crickets chirping in the background really wasn’t helping.

“Hey you don’t mind if I borrow your sketchbook right?” You asked out of the blue, breaking the silence. Okay, he may have thought you were cute initially but you were getting on his nerves like any other human did. Of course out of politeness he handed you the spiral bound book wordlessly.

“May I draw a bit, if you’re fine with that?” You continue your request, sheepishly looking at the pen. “Um yeah sure.” He leaned over and handed it to you. The brush of your fingers over his sent heat flooding through him.

His feelings for you were really hot and cold at that moment. When he looked at you scribbling on the last page of the book, he thought you looked quite adorable, tongue poking out between your lips as your face scrunched up in concentration. He leaned over to get a better look at what he thought would be a childish doodle, but was awestruck for a second when he saw what you had made.

On the paper in black ink you drew a butterfly using polygons, wings and body made of straight lined shapes, with no curves anywhere. The lines you drew were sharp and precise, as if you had the hand of a skilled artist. Xiao had to admit, he was impressed. But he wouldn’t admit that out loud, obviously.

“A butterfly, typical.” He commented, sounding more bitter than usual. You bark out a laugh and then stop yourself, looking in his eyes with your sweet gaze. “Yeah, you must have seen a lot of people get butterfly tattoos. But this, this one is special.” You ran your fingers over the sharp lines.

“Right, that’s what they all say. Butterflies for freedom. Everyone is the same.” He made his point, expecting you to back down under his intimidation.

“Ah but that’s not it. Butterflies aren’t for freedom. Birds are. Butterflies…for me they mean growth. Transformation. Isn’t that where the beauty of a butterfly lies? In the way it transforms into the winged creature we all adore?” You ask, tilting your head at him.

His eyes widened.

“And these straight lines that make up its wings. Beauty in danger. How even though the butterfly has sharp wings that can prick you, it’s so alluring that you can’t help find it beautiful. How sometimes there’s pain even in the most fragile of moments.” You sighed.

Screw every negative thought he had about you in the past half an hour. He was falling in love with the way you think.

“If I ever plan on getting a tattoo, I would definitely want this.” You close the sketchbook and hand it back to Xiao, his stunned figure somehow moving on its own to keep the book aside.

“That’s…the most unique interpretation I’ve seen in a while. A really long while.” Pushing down his pride, Xiao muttered out, not expecting you to respond.

“Oh yeah? What’s the most common, cliched tattoo you’ve had to make?” You ask playfully, drawing out a scoffed laugh from him. “Don’t get me started on the number of roses I’ve made during my career. I think I’ve made enough to start a tattoo flower stall of my own.”

You laughed at his unintentional joke. Whatever tension that existed in the room slowly diminished until the aura turned chill and comfortable. The two of you talk back and forth about the craziest tattoo you’ve ever seen; barcodes, memes, cartoon characters and such came up in your conversation multiple times.

Xiao…felt at ease around you. Like you were the serene sound of a bamboo flute which overpowered all the cries and screams around him, and he was dancing…dancing to your melody with nothing but purity in his heart.

“I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Y/N. I’m a live painter.” You extend your hand waiting for him to shake it. When his palm found yours, he was surprised. Your hand felt so smooth, he wouldn’t have guessed that you had the fingers of a painter.

“And uh… I’m Xiao, but I guess you already knew that?” He replied awkwardly. You giggled, hand still in his and shot him a smile. “Hi Xiao.”

Yep. Something about you broke the chains that he’d wrapped around his heart, exposing it to the brightness outside, your brightness. He felt a smile tug at his lips, and for once, he didn’t stop himself from grinning.

“I think we’ve spent enough time here. Better go out and tell my friend our lovely excuse!” You chirp and stand up, gathering you purse in you hand. Xiao felt a pang in his chest at having to see you go, but maybe…

The two of you chatted while walking out until the streetlights shining through the large windows of the reception came into view, along with your dear friend waiting for you, eager to see your tattoo.

Walking to you, your friend’s eyes scanned you, finding an inked patch or something, “Dude, where’s your tattoo? How’d it happen so quick?”

“She showed allergic reactions to the ink sample before we started the process so we had to stop.” Xiao interjected, knowing that you had no idea what sort of excuse to come up with. The way he reverted to his stoic self when talking to the third person, he realised that he was being so carefree and soft around you. And…he liked it.

Before any more comments could be made, Xiao turned to you, looking into your eyes with a hopeful gaze, even though the rest of his face was as emotionless as ever. “If you’d like, we could reschedule your appointment for Sunday. I can prepare another set of inks for you and we can go over your design once again.” He was hoping you could catch upon his true intentions; he just wanted to meet you again. No, not like a date, at least not yet. He just liked being around you and wanted to feel that light sensation again.

Your face reddened and you nodded, “Sure. We can coordinate through text…Uhh.” You suggested, trailing off since you didn’t have his number. “Here, let me give you my number.” He held his hand out for you to pull out your phone and give it to him. Tapping on the screen, he entered his number and input his name, handing the device back to you once done.

“Well then, we’ll be leaving now. Thank you for your time Mr.Xiao.” Your friend grabbed your hand and dragged you out, giving you the freedom to only send Xiao a quick wave as the store door jingled after your departure.

And once that pounding of his heart came to a rest, he went on to do his tasks.

Only, his heart started drumming in his chest once again when he flipped open his sketchbook to see your butterfly. Mawkish Beauty; he decided to name that design. A design reserved for only you.

“So Xiao huh? He’s a good catch.” Your friend commented as you walked down the block to your shared apartment. You laugh and punch them in the shoulder. “What! There’s nothing going on! I swear!”

“Okay then explain this: why did he offer you an appointment on a Sunday when that’s the day the parlour is closed? And what about the phone number he offered hmmm? Why did he save that number as Xiao personal hmmm?” The words were teasing beyond measure and you hid your blushing face in your hands, unable to come up with a good response.

So shy, so sweet. So perfect for Xiao.

Sundays were the days when Xiao would take Qiqi to the tattoo salon in the morning and then they’d go spend the afternoon together, doing whatever they wanted, go out for a movie or to an amusement park, anywhere.

Sundays were the days Qiqi looked forward to the most, because on sundays Xiao used to give his full attention to her, even if it was just a day. Just her and her father. So you’d understand her surprise when the bell jingled and in walked in you, interrupting their drawing session.

“Oh, hi!” You looked between Xiao and the little girl sitting on the waiting couches, the two of them doodling on sheets, most of them strewn across the room. Xiao looked at you in alarm, only just remembering that he’d called you to meet him on Sunday.

“Oh shit.” He whispered under his breath, hoping Qiqi didn’t hear him.

You giggle, “I’m assuming you forgot that you called me. Rain check?” You put forward, feet turning to walk out of the door. Xiao stood up, getting ready to stop you when his ringtone buzzed through the room. He pulled his phone to check the caller ID, and upon seeing it’s importance, he quickly requested you to sit and wait for him.

After he disappeared in the backroom, you looked at the little girl and she looked at you, tilting her head curiously. “Are you papa’s friend?” She inquired.

Papa- “Yes, I am. I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” You approached the couch, carefully sitting down and making sure your presence was welcomed. She replied in a soft voice, “Qiqi.”

“Qiqi, that’s a very sweet name. What are you drawing?” You lean forward to get a better look at her doodles. The blobs of brown and peach on the paper confused you, and you prayed that she didn’t ask you to guess.

“I’m drawing a goat. Do you want to draw a goat too?” She glanced at you with her glittering fuchsia eyes and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. Besides, a little drawing sounded fun.

You beam and nod at her, grabbing a sheet and a pencil. “What kind of goat should I make hmmm?” You wondered out loud, looking at Qiqi from the corner of you eye and awaiting her response. She turned to face you and a small smile appeared on her face. “You should make a cocogoat.”

Her idea confused you, but you maintained your cheery self. “Oh a cocogoat! What does a cocogoat look like?” You chirp, sketching out the basic shape of a cartoonish goat. Qiqi was intrigued by you way of drawing, so she left her crayons and scooted to you, eyes focused on your art.

“Cocogoat has big black eyes. And brown dots. And cocogoat is very fluffy.” Her words sound like she’s describing a stuffed animal, so you try your best to convert her words into pencil sketches, hearing her gasp and oooh in awe.

“Y/N is really good at drawing.” She complimented as you finished the sketch. You picked up a brown crayon and a black one, holding one in front of her. “Do you want to help me colour?” The bright smile she had on her face as a response put the sun to shame.

Xiao’s call lasted longer than he thought, having spent a good half an hour fixing up a problem in one of the other branches. He almost forgot about the two girls waiting for him outside.

“Most of the problems are under control now and I hope I can trust you to take care of the rest.” He huffed out, patience running thin. Once he heard a ‘yes’ from the line, he pulled the phone away from his ear and slammed the end call button. He dropped his head to the table and groaned in exhaustion.

Faint sounds coming from outside alerted him of the presence of other people. He darted from his seat and ran to the waiting area, concerned about the situation. But when he saw what he saw, his heart melted into a puddle.

Qiqi was sitting on your lap as you helped guide her hand to trace a circle on the page, the first step to drawing a cocogoat of her own. “You’re doing so well Qiqi!” You hugged her small frame, bringing her broad smile and soft giggles up to the surface.

Xiao’s mind went blank, apart from the image of his daughter smiling in high spirits, her laughter playing on repeat in his head. Seeing her happy made him happy.

“What are you doing?” He asked, more monotone than he intended. The two of you looked at Xiao standing in the doorway. “I was just helping her draw! I’m sorry…should I have not?” You inquired, panicky that you may have crossed a line.

Xiao’s eyes shifted to Qiqi, seeing her colour over the cocogoat you made for her. Well, if is made Qiqi happy, then who was Xiao to interject.

“No, don’t worry. It’s fine. So, um, that’s Qiqi, my daughter. She’s 3.” He spoke, rubbing the back of his neck unsurely. What was he supposed to do now? You were here, so was he supposed to request you to leave, because he had a children’s movie to go to in 20 minutes? Or was he supposed to change his plans with Qiqi and spend time with you? No, he couldn’t do that to Qiqi-

“Papa can Y/N come see Frozen 2 with us?” Qiqi made grabbing motions at his father, calling him closer. Xiao walked to Qiqi and lifted her from your lap, bouncing her on his hip. “Nana, I think Y/N has other things to do, we shouldn’t bother her like that.” Xiao tried to reason with her but Qiqi just pouted with a quivering lip.

“Papa please? I can ask Y/N if she can come.” Her wobbly voice changed to be directed to you, freezing you in place under her desperate gaze. Hesitantly, you looked at Xiao, reading his expression for some clarity.

A foreign but tender smile came upon his lips and you giggled, walking closer to him, or more specifically Qiqi. “Of course I’ll come watch the movie with you! I love Elsa!” Her face shifted in a blink, eyes previously brimming with tears now sparkling in excitement.

It was a bit awkward…unexpected. A hour ago, you walked into the tattoo salon with no knowledge of your plans for the rest of the day. What you thought would be two people in an empty store chatting over coffee turned into you accompanying a man and his daughter on their movie day. interesting. But soon enough, you found yourself getting comfortable around Qiqi, and more importantly around Xiao.

The movie went well, Qiqi was bubbling with excitement throughout, grabbing either your hand or her fathers during any extremely exciting scene. You’d humour her, gushing over Elsa and her magical powers. Occasionally you’d look over at Xiao sitting on Qiqi’s other side. Sometimes he’d feel your gaze and look back, sending a you a gentle smile. And the times when he didn’t notice, you’d subconsciously stare at him, finding attractive the way the blue lights from the screen brightened up his smile.

And then you were snapped out of your daze when Qiqi tugged your sleeve, squealing about Elsa’s pretty dress.

The grin on Qiqi’s face made Xiao smile. He was worried that you’d feel out of place, but seeing you gel well with Qiqi helped calm his worries.

Honestly, a part of him was elated that Qiqi was interacting so freely with another person, even better, a woman. He knew that he lacked in feminine areas and Qiqi having another woman apart from Lumine to depend on felt relieving.

Woah, woah, woah! What was he thinking?! He met you barely a week ago and was already imagining you having a bond with his daughter. What was going on with his stupid head?

When the movie ended, it was already dark as the three of you walked out, Qiqi on Xiao’s shoulders upon her request. Seeing the night sky, he offered to drop you home. It was the nicest thing he could do for you after you spent the day with him.

Offered? Well it was more of him insisting and not accepting no as an answer.

The ride home with Xiao driving the car, you in the front seat and Qiqi sound asleep in the backseat was tranquil. The music on the radio was the calming sound of violins playing in harmony, making you feel like you were in heaven.

“Hey, um thanks for coming today.” Xiao expressed his gratitude as he pulled up in front of your house. When you caught his eyes, he kept looking away, trying to hide the obvious blush on his cheeks. His brows were furrowed to contribute to his faux confidence causing you to suppress a laughter.

“Xiao you don’t need to thank me for that. I had fun.” You look back and see Qiqi laid on the back seat, mumbling in her sleep. “Qiqi is such a wonderful child, you must be so proud to be her father.” You lean to the back seat to brush away some of her stray hair.

“Yeah. She really makes life worth living.” He sighed as the two of you stepped out into the cold air. Stuffing your hands in your jacket, you trudged across the road, quiet apart from the swooshing of the wind, the tree leaves rustling as well.

“This is me.” You point out upon reaching the entrance of your apartment complex. Xiao looked at you, his golden eyes filled with a shine that you’d never expect from a man of his kind, a person who’d shut his true emotions from the whole world. What bettered the situation, was the look you returned, eyes lidded and face soft and placid. You’re so much more than any other girl he’s ever met, he can feel it in his core. There’s just something about you.

“Yeah, right. So…well.” He kicked himself for his unusual nervousness. Why was he finding it so hard to frame sentences around you?

“Xiao there’s this art exhibition my friends and I are hosting next week. We’re displaying paintings and photographs and I’d really like it if you could come.” You invite him, breaking off his nervous words.

He cracked out a tiny smile on his blushing face, never having been this excited to go out for an event. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Can I bring Qiqi along?” He asked, walking backwards to his car like a lovestruck teenager dropping his date back home.

“Of course! I’d love to see her there.” You wave at him, laughing as he accidentally tripped over air. Coughing to cover up his clumsiness, he waved back. “Great. So we’ll meet next week. Or we could hangout some time before as well, if you want.” Sweet, stuttering mess. The effects of a developing crush on a unsociable boy. Romance truly was a mystery.

With your heart beating a thousand miles an hour, you replied. “Sure. I’ll stop by the tattoo parlour some time.”

Xiao has never looking forward to work as much as he did after you spoke.

The first time you visited the parlour for non-tattooing purposes, you encountered Lumine at the entrance. She mistook you for a fan girl and was a tad bit irritated when you said that you’d come to meet Xiao.

Lumine’s annoyed glare almost sent you running for the hill, had Xiao not walked out at that moment and greeted you with a smile. The pale look on Lumine’s face was gold.

Xiao guided you into his empty tattoo room and you both just fell into conversations as if it was the most normal thing for you to do.

When you talked about the wedding you attended for work purposes, his sole focus was the sound of your voice over the meaning of your words. Your silvery voice shot right through his heart when you spoke about how beautiful the bride looked and how you were glad to be able to capture her beauty on your canvas.

Curious, he asked if he could see your works but you just laughed and winked at him, saying that you’re saving that for the exhibition. Xiao joined in your joke and laughed along, commenting that the exhibition better be worth the wait.

Inside he knew, that if your art was anything like you personality, it definitely would be.

You going to visit him had become a daily thing now.

Every day, after work, you’d walk into the store as if it was your own, shooting a quick finger gun at Aether or Lumine. You’d grown close enough to them to call them your friends.

And then you’d make a beeline to Xiao’s office and greeting him with a smile. He’d always return it with an equally eager grin morphing from the dull look he’d have plastered on before your arrival.

You’d spend a good hour, hour and a half talking. Just talking about things that mattered and that didn’t

One day, when Xiao walked you to the door right before closing time, you faced him and asked him if you could meet Qiqi some time soon, since you kinda missed her.

Xiao smiled and thought out loud that it was really sweet of you to think of her. And once the words left his lips, his face burst red as he spluttered out apologies, quickly blabbering that you could come meet Qiqi with him that day at that time.

Who were you to say no?

“So where do you live?” You asked while following the rows of streetlights lining the road. Xiao chuckled and shook his head. “We’re not going home yet. We need to get Qiqi from Zhongli’s house.” He answered.

“Oh, who’s zhongli? Is he a family member?” Your question made him tense up for a second as he pulled up into the lavish parking lot of Zhongli’s apartment complex. When he peeked at you from his peripheral vision, you had a look of curiosity on your soft features. He exhaled, ready to speak. He knew he could trust you with his past. A past only his closest friends knew about.

“Zhongli…well he’s my godfather, tho I consider him to be much more than that. He’s my guardian angel, he’s helped me through times that could have ended terribly.” His knuckles tightened on the wheel as he parked the car, shutting it off. The two of you sat for a second, both finding courage to speak more.

You extended your hand and placed it on top of his that held the wheel with a death grip. Your fingers brushed over his knuckles and almost immediately his grip slackened. “Xiao, I’m here to hear you if and whenever you’re ready to talk.” Your words were reassuring, but would you run away if he told you about the darkness he left behind? That was a risk he was going to take at that moment.

Alone in the car, he spilled out his history to you, recalling various details that had your heart clenching in shock. The blackmail, the terrible deeds he had done, how Zhongli saved him, everything. He opened himself to you completely and the weight that lifted of his shoulders felt heavenly.

Your heart ached for him and just as he finished his tale and ended with a strangled laugh, you leapt over the seat divider and wrapped your arms around his shoulder, trembling into his shoulder. He was surprised, he didn’t expect you to be so affected by this. and even if you were to be, he thought your repel from him, not tackle him in a hug.

“Xiao, I- I don’t know what to say. Thank you for trusting me with this. I promise, I’ll always be there for you. Know that you can always come to me whenever you need.” Your soothing words touched him, and he shakily let himself fall into the warmth of your hug, wrapping his arms around your waist. The hug was so comfortable, so toasty, like being enveloped in blanket on a snowy day.

He felt at home.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He whispered into the privacy you shared in the car. A moment of your own.

Zhongli was happy to finally meet the woman Xiao and Qiqi wouldn’t stop talking about; the latter squealing about your art skill and love for Elsa while the former who couldn’t get your beautiful smile off his mind.

This led to Xiao being beet red throughout the evening.

Zhongli was kind enough to host you for dinner since Qiqi was craving some pizza and zhongli just so happened to place an order before your arrival.

The three of you sat in the living room, talking about Zhongli and his job, and in return you receive quite a few absurd questions.

“So Y/N, do you have a lover, anyone you’re seeing right now?” Zhongli asked and Xiao felt very dumb for not finding that out initially. Would have been a real heartbreak, pining on someone who was already taken.

“No, nobody right now.” You giggled awkwardly.

Zhongli was ready to pester you with further questions but Xiao interrupted his interrogation session with a call for dinner. Zhongli requested you to go get Qiqi, hoping to get some time to talk Xiao.

Happily you went to surprise the little girl. When she saw you in the door way, she waved at you excitedly and pulled you to the floor, so that you could draw with her for a while. Even after you reminder that the pizza was getting cold, you couldn’t resist her begging gaze. Ah now you were stuck, doodling away.

Outside, there was a whole other storm brewing.

Zhongli looked at Xiao with a teasing gaze, no words being exchanged between the two.

“Don’t you dare say a word.” Xiao warned and got a chuckle in response. “Xiao, I haven’t even opened my mouth.”

Obviously Zhongli asked him of your relationship; what it is and what he wants it to be.

That question got stuck in Xiao’s mind like a gum that won’t get off unless you use the correct remover.

Seeing how Xiao completely shut off, Zhongli snapped him back to reality and pointed out that you hadn’t come back with Qiqi and now Xiao should go fetch you two.

Once again Xiao was greeted with the sight of you drawing with his daughter, both of you giggling and making silly sounds. The deja vu feeling warming him from the inside.

There was no hiding it.

He was falling for you. And falling hard.

“Auntie Lumine where are we going?” Qiqi asked the blonde who helped with her little blue dress. Lumine smile and replied. “We’re all going to Y/N’s art show! She will be showing all her beautiful paintings.”

Qiqi’s smile widened. “Papa we’re going to meet Y/N! Yay!” She cheered as Xiao did the buttons of his black dress shirt. He smiled and patted her head. “Yes we are. And I’m as excited as you are Nana. She is very good at drawing and I can’t wait to see her work.”

“Papa will Y/N be my mommy?” Her abrupt question made the three adults in the room choke, two holding back their laughter and the third hacking in utter shock. “W-what? Nana why do you think that?” He squeaked.

She looked between the adults like an oblivious deer. “Papa loves Y/N. I can see it!! Y/N makes papa happy. So if papa and Y/N are in love, then Y/N will become my mommy.” She spoke in a matter of fact way, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. This only made Xiao turn red in embarrassment, glaring daggers at the twins fake coughing.

“Xiao even Qiqi can see it. There’s no hiding it now.” Aether slapped Xiao’s back.

Xiao’s eyes slowly darted to Qiqi, speaking his question slowly and carefully. “Qiqi, do you want Y/N to be your mommy?” Ever drop of self respect he had drained out of him once his words came out.

But when Qiqi grinned and nodded, Xiao felt himself start to grin. “Mhmm! I like Y/N! She makes great cocogoat.”

Well at least his daughter approved of his crush choices.

“Guys! Welcome! I’m so happy you all could make it.” Your voice drew the group’s attention to you as you walked to them. When Xiao’s amber eyes fell on you, his jaw slackened as he breathed you in. There you were, hair styled in delicate curls and the formal dress you wore suited you, it really brought of the colour of your eyes.

While gawking at you Xiao’s grip on Qiqi’s hand went loose, giving her the opportunity to run to you and engulf your leg in a hug. Laughing, you reach down to pick her up and spin her, booping her nose when you stopped. “I am so happy you came Qiqi!!” You exclaim.

“And thank you guys for coming as well. It means a lot.” You gave Aether and Lumine friendly side hugs, but when Xiao’s turn came, you were different. Your hug was lingering and you pressed your nose to his cheek, lips a breath away from his burning skin. A passerby would mistake you to be his wife and the girl on your hip to be your daughter, the three of you making a lovely little family.

“Grab a champagne and I’ll show you around!” You offer while putting Qiqi down and grabbing two flutes of bubbly from a waiter, holding them out to the twin. Subtly, they smirked at each other and directed their menacing grins to Xiao.

“Thanks but I have a better idea. We’ll go check out the place on our own and maybe you can show Xiao your paintings. He was dying to see them.” Aether suggested, grabbing Qiqi’s hand. You blushed at the thought of being alone with Xiao, but the idea wasn’t unwelcomed.

“If that’s fine with everyone…”You trailed off and the twins nodded. Quickly they dragged Qiqi away, promising her a tub of coconut ice cream if she behaved. Her faint sound made your heart pound wildly in your chest.

“Uncle Aether, will papa tell Y/N he loves her?”

Xiao coughed to grab your attention. When you looked at him, his brows were knit as he avoided your gaze. His elbow was jutted out for you to grab. “Shall we?” He offered in a deep embarrassed voice.

You laced your arm in his, finding his warm hand for you to hold. “Come on, I’ll show you where my paintings are.” You manoeuvred the both of you through the moderate crowd, occasionally shooting a smile at the guests who came.

Finally, the two of you entered a darker part of the exhibition, the paintings being lit up by lights surrounding them. “Come! I’ve been waiting to show you my paintings.”

You pulled him to the first piece of art, a painting of a butterfly, colourful with overlaying stroke of various shades. Your art style was practically flawless, as an artist Xiao praised.

“It gets even better. I requested these lights to have a colour changing control panel.” You click on a light button in front of the painting and in a flash, the lights changed from white to blue. This lead to all the blue strokes of the painting being merged with the light, making the reds pop. Now the painting wasn’t just a butterfly; it was a butterfly with a message.

In red paint, various symbols showing rage and anger had being drawn over the wings. It was messy, but in an artistic way. Seeing Xiao’s awe, you clicked on the button again, turning the lights red and flipping the situation. Now the blue paint, depicting sadness, popped above the disappearing red.

“Wow, Y/N…this is astounding.” Xiao muttered, unable to draw his eyes away from the painting. A piece of paper and a few tubes of paint, yet they could speak a thousand words. That was the beauty of art.

But more specifically, that painting was the beauty of you, the beauty of the way you think, how your mind gears work.

Could you be any more impressive?

The rest of the night you walked around with Xiao, showing him the various paintings and photographs, pointing out yours with pride and mock arrogance. You pulled him from one place to another, gripping his hand tight so as to not lose him, even though he wasn’t a child. His hand felt like it fit into yours like a puzzle piece, the two of you intertwined by fate.

He’d smile at your excited expression as you talked high praise of your friends and laughed along with you whenever you made a joke.

He had to tell you how he felt, he couldn’t wait any longer lest he lose you to someone else.

“Y/N do you want to take a walk outside for a while. I’m feeling a bit stuffy here.” Xiao’s nerves were buzzing as he tugged the collar of his shirt. You blush and nod, grabbing two flutes of pink champagne and handing him one as you guided him to the balcony.

And what luck, it was unoccupied, the only ones standing at the glass railing being you and Xiao, the privacy perfect for him. You shuddered in the cold wind and instinctively Xiao took of his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Don’t worry about me. I want you to be warm. Besides, I have a good immune system.” Xiao laughed off your concerns of how he’d catch a cold if he roamed around without a jacket and shirt sleeves rolled up.

Your blush glowed brighter than the make up you’d put on as you shuffled closer to him, leaning your weight on his arm and resting your head on his shoulder. The scent of cherry blossoms wafted through the night air, thanks to the tree bordering the campus. There was a silence, both of you wanting to make the first move but also being polite and waiting for the other to speak first.

In the end, Xiao was the one who ran a bus over his pride and coughed to grab your attention. “Today’s exhibition was really nice. Thank you for inviting me.” He broke the silence and found your free hand, holding it in his own like delicate porcelain.

“I…uh…I have something to say. If you’ll hear me out.” He spun to face you, taking your flute and placing it on a spare table, grasping your hands and pulling you closer, till you were but an inch away from feeling his body.

“I’m listening.” That teasing tone in your voice gave away that you knew exactly what he wanted to say, but chose to keep your lips sealed and watch him struggle, without any malicious intent of course.

He gulped and pulled your hands up, brushing soft kisses over your soft skin. You giggled at the ticklish feeling, making Xiao look at you through the teal hair that had fallen over his eyes. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He sighed as you nodded eagerly in response.

“Alright then. Y/N, you’ve transformed me, like a butterfly. You’ve changed me for the better, I find myself enjoying things more and being more open about myself. But, I only feel like this around you. It’e like you’re a succulent flower and I’m a butterfly, and you’re drawing me in closer and closer. And when I’m with you, I feel a feeling I’ve searched far and wide for. With you, I feel at home, I feel peace.

Y/N. I…I like you. Like a lot. Yeah. And I was hoping you could be mine? That’s it. That is what I had to say. My god, this is so embarrassing.” He groaned and 9blushed furiously, hiding his face in your palms when you pulled him closer.

“Xiao guess what? I like you too. Like a lot. And I want to be yours. Yeah.” You copy his tone while making your confession. The smile that appeared on his face when he pulled away to check your expression was practically sparking.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“No Xiao. I’m only saying this so I can steal Qiqi away from you and keep all her love to myself. Of course I like you Xiao! You make me happy.”

You both fell into giggles, and into each others arms, hugging out your emotions. Your fingers dug into his back as he tightened his arms around your waist, swaying you side to side.

“Hey Xiao, do I get to kiss you?” You ask carefully, not wanting to put him on the spot. He froze and looked at you, pupils dilated and cheeks tickled pink. “Uhm! Yeah! I guess we can kiss.” He squealed, completely nervous from having to kiss you. As if he’s never kissed anyone before.

You breathe a laugh against his lips before grabbing his cheeks and pulling him down, crashing his lips onto yours. He gasped into your mouth, gripping your waist tight, but then his amber eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed. He kissed your lips, savouring the softness of you in-between his lips.

He could taste the faint flavour of your lip gloss on his tongue, and the taste spurred him to kiss you more, kiss you harder. His hands guided you to the railing, pinning your hips against its coolness as he pressed himself against you, chest to chest. His kiss was eager, as if he’d found what he’d been searching for for centuries and now that he found it, he doesn’t want to let go. Not now, not ever.

It was like everything was finally normal, well, as normal as things could be for someone like Xiao; his life only revolving around work, Qiqi and his little circle of friends. But now, now that you were here, that too kissing him and sharing his feelings, he was so happy.

Every inch of you was burning with his soft caresses over your hips, pulling you further into his embrace. Your skin lit ablaze in his wake when he trailed a hand up to hold your face, tilting you in a way that had the kiss deepening.

The way his lips worked yours with tenderness and passion in equal proportions, had your mind drunk. He was pressed up so closely, you could smell his intoxicating cologne, the choice of his musky scent added to his appeal.

Nothing else existed in that moment, except you and Xiao, expressing your feeling for each other through actions over words.

When you pulled away, you were welcomed with his blushing face and sloppy grin; he felt so drunk after that kiss that he almost fainted into your arms then and there.

“You know, right before we came to the exhibition, Qiqi asked me if you’d be her new mommy.” He said and enjoyed your cute blush. You looked at him with a look of disbelief and got a chortle in return.

“I’m not kidding! Qiqi loves you so much, she wanted you to come dress her up instead of Lumine.” You both laughed at how adorable she could be.

“Well, honestly, it is quite early to see that far. All I know is that I’m ready to put that effort, in you and me, and in Qiqi and me. She’s special for me and I will be there for her as much as I can.” Your promise was like the cherry on top for Xiao.

“I’m so happy to hear you say that. So, whaddya say, wanna go break the news to the others?” He lifted your now flat drinks and held yours out to you, and once you grabbed it, his hand magnetically found yours, guiding you across the room.

“Hey Xiao.”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“I think I want to get a tattoo.”

“Yeah? The one you designed?”

“Yeah. And could you be the one to do it?”

“It would be my pleasure.” He grinned.

[stardusttrashed]

"I'll burn down the world for you" - Katsuki Bakugo

Pairing: Dragon King!Katsuki Bakugo x fem!reader

WC: 500

AN: Just a quick The Labyrinth inspired bakugo fic based on Within You

CW: angst

“Why can’t you just be happy with what I’ve done for you,” Bakugo growled, his fists clutching at his side. His lip curled into a frightening snarl to reveal his pearly canines, and for once, you could see the heart-stopping dragon king everyone seemed to fear.

“I don’t even know you,” you snapped despite the tightening in your throat. “All you’ve done for me is….” Your mind felt foggy like a veil had fallen over every aspect of your past self. You were here for a reason. Something deep inside of you screamed it. And yet, your mind was empty. “You’ve- why can’t I remember? I-.” Tears of frustration welled up in the corners of your eyes.

“You are my queen,” he cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone that went against the harsh features pressed in on his face. “The only one I’ve ever loved,” he reached out to you, his rough, calloused fingers gently caressing your cheek. “The only one I will ever-.”

“Stop, I-,” your voice shook as you flinched away from his touch. “D-don’t touch me. Please.” Tears streaked down your cheeks despite your best attempt to hold them back. You couldn’t show him how he was getting to you. You needed to remain strong. You needed to remember why you originally came here.

“Tsk.” His cold demeanor returned within an instant, “How can you be so ungrateful!” His crimson eyes burned with the same fiery, barbaric rage as the dragons he ruled over. “I moved stars for you,” he pointed an accusing finger at you as you stumbled away from him. “I move stars for no one.”

“I never asked you for a thing-!” The cool, stone wall greeted your back, forcing your backward stumbling to come to a halting stop.

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetcheeks.” Bakugo took an angry step forward, his feet stomping against the marble floors. “You asked for all your problems to be solved- and I solved them.”

“That was-.”

“You wanted a kingdom, and I built you one because I love you!” With hunched shoulders, he continued to close the distance.

“But you didn’t build this for me. I never asked for a kingdom!”

“You are Y/n, are you not?” Bakugo asked with an annoyed, almost pained growl. “I’ve waited for you for so many long, lonely years.” He straightened his back with his last step towards you, leaving him towering over you once more. His strong arms caged you in against the wall, his hands firmly planted on the wall on either side of your head. “So stop, please. Stop looking at me with those cruel eyes before I show you how cruel I can be too.” One of his hands fell to your hip, roughly pulling you flush against him. “All I ask is for you to fear me. Love me. Rule beside me.” He leaned down to you, his breath fanning over your lips. “Give me your heart, and I’ll burn down the world for you.”

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Baby Eyes | Mafia Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Some non-con, blood, murder, Mafia Bakugo, Fem! Reader, bdsm, sexual intercourse, size kink, degrading, orgasm denial, Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, etc.

Words: 2,896

A/N: thank you so much to @daisy-bakugo for letting me participate. It is really fun doing this collaboration with you. Daisy’s Event

Tags: @awilddreamerwrites @peachsenpie @miriobaby @milkthistletea @idfkwtfgof click here to see my other works

Vegas.

Many dream of this city. The gambling, the drinks, the money, the night life. It has it all. Your dreams and worse nightmares can be made here all within a single night. The world may be cruel, but Vegas is even crueler. At least, it is for Y/N.

Your pistol was held tight in your trembling little hand. You have not been properly trained for this moment since in your late teens. The weapon felt foreign to the touch. You are now in your twenties and you are usually not doing this line of work, but since you wanted to disturb your significant other while he was working, he handed you the gun for you to handle.

“Since you want to be such a fucking cry baby, here.” He growled, shoving the pistol into your pounding chest. You gasped.

“S-Sir, I—“ You stammered, using the name he loved to be called by you. You would help it lessen your punishment, but the man did not budge.

“Don’t keep me waiting, brat. Finish this piece of shit off swiftly and quit your damn crying.”

You watched as he left into the city lights of Vegas before turning your attention back to the male before you. The man begged for mercy beneath you and your mouth feels dry.

“P-Please, ma’am. I-I have a w-wife and t-three beautiful c-children. I’ll g-give you your m-money next week. I-I promise.” The fearful man stammered amongst the abandoned dark alleyway. You have heard this speech by many like him when Katsuki brought you on his missions. It should just fall on deaf ears, but tears still brimmed your eyes as memories flooded back to the forefront of your damaged mind.

These memories are the reason you are in this predicament. You begged and squealed, running towards Katsuki and hanging onto his arm when he directed you to stay in the car. You two could have been gone by now, but you decided to intervene. Now you are here, about to commit another murder.

Your father was in this same position a few years ago. Begging for mercy before Katsuki slaughtered him right in front of you. Your cries still echo this alleyway during late, breezy nights. People think you have been disposed of as well. That is what eventually happened to the remainder of your family, but you are just under a new identity.

The barrel of the gun digs deeper into the victim’s temple. You attempt to find your strength to pull the trigger. You need to before Katsuki returns. He does not like waiting and you really are pushing what is left of his buttons today.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper out, closing your sorrow filled eyes and pressing down on the trigger. The feeling of blood splattering amongst your cold skin brought back even more unwanted memories. Falling to your knees, you began to cry hysterically in front of the fallen corpse.

Heavy footsteps came up behind you after a few moments. Katsuki has been watching the whole time and you know it. This is what made the experience even worse. You know his judgment is coming. He gave you a task and although you succeeded, it isn’t good enough. He hates your emotional ways. ‘Baby eyes’ as he would say. Always crying over something or someone.

A big calloused hand entangling into your hair with a deep sigh following. You could not look up at him. You hate him right now. You need to, at least, but the feeling of his large fingers stroking your scalp delivered comfort. A comfort he gives and takes away on a whim.

“Took you long enough.” Katsuki grumbled. You gaze up at him with a pitiful look he knows all too well. There was a certain aura to you that changed when your mind drifted to that night. The night he murdered your family right in front of you and all you could do is watch in terror.

“I-I’m sorry.” You muttered out, already accepting that Katsuki is annoyed with you. This is not your first murder and sure will not be your last. He has groomed you long enough for you to know your role.

Katsuki kicked the man’s head with his large foot so he could see the man’s pleading face. Katsuki is cruel in that way. He loved seeing his victim’s expressions in their final moments. Especially when his beautiful woman killed them.

Digging into the man’s pockets, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and black leather wallet to review what was contained inside it. The little cash the man held is now in Katsuki’s possession.

“Marlboro Reds,” Katsuki commented as he slipped the cigarette in between his moist lips and lit it up, “nice.”

Turning around to face you after letting the nicotine enter his system, he looks down at you. Grabbing your chin, you are forced to meet his gaze. You tremble under his touch.

“What did I say about that crying shit?” Katsuki recalls one of your many lectures.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, a little too loud for your own good. Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed together, not pleased with your tone. His hand found a way to your neck, giving you a nice squeeze as he guides you up to your feet.

“Let’s go.” Katsuki growls, his red orbs shooting venom into you. Your arm is now tight into his grip as he leads you to the parked all black Lamborghini.

You climb into the passenger seat while Katsuki climbs into the driver’s. You used the napkins in the glove compartment to clean up your soiled face. Katsuki is already on his second cigarette as he drives to the mansion you both share. Considering how fed up he is with you and your antics, you are surprised that half of the box is not gone by now. You know you are in for it once you arrive home.

Katsuki pulled up to the house after some time. Your tears did not pause once the whole way there which only agitated Katsuki even more. He did not say a word as you know to follow the tall man inside. Straight up the spiral marble staircase to the master bedroom, you begin undressing as Katsuki does not appreciate the mess in his living space. Along with the fact you are always to be naked within the bedroom. That rule was set once you turned eighteen years of age.

You sat on the edge of the bed, not enjoying the look in Katsuki’s angry eyes. His muscular arms folded against his chest as he leaned against the wall, glaring into you. You feel small — as usual — within his presence. He is making sure you remember your place.

“What the hell were you thinking out there, Y/N?” Katsuki begins after moments have passed.

“I-I don’t know.” You mumbled, twiddling your thumbs in your bare lap. Your insides are curling with each passing second. You are not sure why you did what you did, honestly. You have seen numerous people plead for forgiveness at Katsuki’s feet, but Katsuki is always going to be a merciless man. Your body acted before your brain could compute. You just wanted to save him. Salvage your loved ones death in some way, shape, or form, but it can never be done.

“You have to give me a better excuse than that. This little rebellion you're on lately isn’t doing nothing but getting you into heaps of trouble.”

“It’s not a rebellion!” You snap back, tears still spilling from your orbs. “You killed my family, Katsuki!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, used to this statement coming from you. “Here we go again.” He scoffs with a tsk following shortly after. “We’ve been over this, Y/N. Your father sold you and your family out for cash. If anything, you should be fucking grateful I even let you live.”

“Grateful?” You repeat in disbelief, a half hearted chuckle escaping your lips. Maybe it was because Katsuki let you take another life, maybe your parents' spirits are coming through, or maybe you’re just so fed up with him, but a sudden burst of confidence runs through you.

You stand up, strolling over to the man before you. His jaw is clenching as he examines each cowardly step you take towards him. You glare up to the man before you, quivering before his mighty presence.

“You killed my family, Katsuki,” you repeat through gritted teeth and clenched fists, “I’ll never forgive you for that.”

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki challenged, his profound amused smirk appearing. The look in your glossy irises said all the words you didn’t have the courage to speak. “Good thing I really don’t give a fuck about your forgiveness, princess.”

Katsuki’s words soaked into your veins like venom. His smug looks always made you want to beat it off of him. Ever since you have met him. You both know you have no match against him. He will always win. Always.

You have been stuck with him since you were fifteen years old. You two never had any relationship or any sexual conduct until you were the legal age of eighteen. You would be lying if you said you didn’t fall for him over the years. He is all you know and Katsuki grew to like you over the years. Though he trained you to be the woman he wants you to be for him, you do throw a tantrum or two when needed.

“I hate you.” You sniveled.

“Sure you do. Let’s clean up that pretty face of yours so I can stuff it, eh?” Katsuki chuckled, cupping your chin with one hand so he can wipe your nose with a handkerchief with the other. You attempted to break loose of his firm grasp, but the male was not even phased.

“I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.” You admit allowed, still keeping the same angry tone within your words.

Katsuki arched his eyebrow, releasing your face from his grip and discarding the used cloth into the waste bin. “Considering the show you put on out there tonight, you’re lucky I’m not doing worse to you. I can always make that pretty ass of yours bruised too if you’d like?”

You immediately shake your head no. Your bottom is still a bit sore from two weeks ago when Katsuki put you over his knee. You are just now able to sit normal again. You do not need to go back to that.

“No, sir.” You stutter out, backing away from him and putting your hands behind your back. Katsuki is already pouring himself some whiskey into a whiskey glass that you make sure is always waiting on his dresser. He always enjoys a good drink after a long mission.

You take his black suit jacket off of him like expected and lay it on the dirty laundry hamper. Katsuki is already sitting on the bed, sipping on his alcoholic beverage, waiting for you to get to work. Kneeling before him, you begin unzipping his slacks and tugging down his underwear to reveal his erected cock. You take a moment to contemplate your future actions. You really did not want his dick in your mouth, but like Katsuki said before, you do not have a choice in the matter.

Your train of thought is derailed when Katsuki tugs on your hair. “Isn’t going to suck itself, brat. Get to work.”

Mentally groaning, your tongue swipes his length before placing kisses on the tip. Slowly, you begin taking in inch—by—inch. Saliva slid down his cock by the time you had it in your throat. Choking noises fed Katsuki’s already inflated ego.

“Can’t talk much with my cock down your throat, huh?” He teased, taking another sip of his whiskey. “For someone who claimed they didn’t want my cock to begin with, you sure are deep throating it rather quickly.”

You ignored his usual insults as you came up for air. You let out small coughs then go in for more, every vein being pleased with your tongue as you take it all in. Katsuki groans in pleasure as you pick up the speed. His cock is coated in your saliva as you did not slow down once to catch air. It wasn’t worth the ego boost he would feel from knowing he is too big for you.

Katsuki’s whiskey went unfinished as he could not focus on drinking it. Cum soon fills your hollow cheeks and down your throat as he releases into you. Not a drop was missed as you milked his cock. You were rewarded with a head pat.

“On the bed,” Katsuki instructs, “all fours.”

“Do I have to?” You whine. Katsuki vigorously grabs your chin, staring down into you. The room is dark, but his crimson eyes seemed to glow.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get on this fucking bed and shut your Goddamn mouth.” Katsuki hisses, sending chills down your spine. You do as you are told like he taught you. Arching your back, your ass is now in his perfect viewing. Katsuki’s clothes discarded to the hardwood floor below, his dick already erected at the sight of you.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Katsuki asked, rhetorically. He spreads you open more for his personal view. “Yeah, that’s it.” He comments, overviewing all of you. One of his hands stroked his cock while the other pressed on your begging clit. You let out a soft moan, hoping he didn’t hear.

Placing his hands on your hips, he drags you closer to him. Leveling you with his cock, the tip slowly slips into your entrance then proceeding to pick up full speed. Your cunt swallows all of him, hugging his cock with each rhythmic thrust. You can feel your tight walls get stretched by his girth with each entry he makes, not even giving you time to get used to his size as he exits to repeat the same process. No matter how many times you two have sex, you will never get used to Katsuki’s length and size.

“Katsuki—“ You sob in pleasure and in pain.

“Shut it, slut. You’re going to take all of my fucking cock and like it. I’m going to fuck the brat out of you tonight.” Katsuki demands, pressing down on your spine so your ass is more perked up for him to smack periodically. Your cries and moans are muffled into the European satin sheets below. You grip onto them for support as Katsuki does not slow down once.

Your pussy pulsates with each thrust. It was about to give out on you and cum all over his cock. Though you did not want to give him the satisfaction, your cunt had other plans as it became tighter around Katsuki’s length.

“Aw, is someone going to cum?” Katsuki coo’s condescendingly, beginning to go agonizingly slow.

You lift your head to beg for sweet release. “Please let me cum, sir. Pretty please. I need to oh so badly.” You sobbed. His silence made your insides do flips. His slow strokes did not once stop and his nails dug into your thighs.

“No.” Katsuki finally denies as he knows you cannot take anymore. You gasp, your heart stopping for a split second.

“Katsuki, please.” You hiccuped. “I really need to.”

“Should’ve thought about that before throwing a tantrum today. Good girls get to cum.” Katsuki shrugged, using his long muscular arm to push your head back into the mattress. “Now shut the hell up while I fuck you senseless.”

Just like Katsuki stated, he fucked you until his high was met. Of course, he did not make it easy as he was about to bust, he would go slower to edge himself. He wanted this to be a punishment to remember. The whole time, you behaved and did not cum. No matter how many times Katsuki tried to get you to slip, you refused.

“C’mon and cum, brat. Y’know you wanna.” Katsuki would tease with immaturity. All you could say was incoherent “no thank you’s.” A soft rub on your ass was telling you that you passed his test.

Countless minutes, maybe even hours, have passed until Katsuki decided he was ready to release himself. “You can cum now.” He finally grants. You did not get to even process his words as your pussy released onto his cock. Babbles of pleasure and gratitude escaped from your lips.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Katsuki praises, his cock now removed from you. You whine at the hollowness you felt.

“Lay on your back.” He instructs, doing his best to keep it together. You follow his request and switch over to your back. “Play with your tits.”

Your fingers grab onto your sensitive nipples, swirling on them before giving them a nice little pinch. Katsuki stood over you, stroking his cock that is covered in his pre-cum.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” Katsuki praised once more, analyzing your lewd faces as your fingers played with your breast.

“Mm, cover me with your cum.” You encouraged, rubbing your thighs together and pushing your breast closer to one another. Katsuki became feral as cum squirted onto your chest and stomach. Just the sight of you is making Katsuki forget today ever happened.

Just like always, baby eyes.

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