#forgive my quiet on dash and in messages

[erebius]

I AM HERE TO WRITE

[luimagines]

How would the chain go about introducing their s/o when they're in their hyrule?

Oh this certainly varies from Link to Link huh?

I'm going to do this in headcanon form.... ish. I hope that's ok :D

Masterlist

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Time

Not one to do things with fan fare

Literally just walked home

Gave his S/O a proper kiss

Then told the boys to make themselves at home. 

Twilight trips over his own feet a bit when he sees them

Time sends him a knowing look at Twilight knows to expect a conversation later

“Oh it’s so good to finally meet all of you in person.” They say. “You’re all so dashing!”

Time snorts. “They get their looks from me.”

“Well thank goodness they didn’t get your nose.”

“Why must we mentions tragedies so casually in this house?”

Introductions follow similarly to the comic

Warrior raises an eyebrow at Time

This person sounds familiar to him and he’s going to ask his own round of questions later

Time gives nothing away, naturally

“We don’t have a lot of room.” They say as the boys get settled in. “I would have cleaned up a bit more if I knew you were coming today... or that there was no many of you. My goodness, I hope I can keep up with all the names.”

“Good thing there’s only one to remember.” Time teases.

“Quiet you.” They whip a towel in his direction. “It’s only polite to call them what they wish... The thing is, I fear that if I call them by their name, things would be more difficult than simply using the imposed nicknames.”

“It’s no so bad.” Wind pipes up. “If you need at least one of us, then we’ll come and help. I don’t think it matters who.”

They soften. “I can’t say that surprises me. If you’re like my husband, than you’re all willing to lend a helping hand no matter what.”

“Good, we can put them to work  tomorrow.”

“Link!”

All heads snap toward them. 

Time laughs. 

Twilight

Twilight actually wouldn’t shut up about them the second they entered were even remotely near his village

“I’ve missed them so much. I’m happy to see them. I want to surprise them. Do I look ok? Should I wash? They tend to worry a lot. I don’t want to give them any reason to think I’m not looking after myself.”

Wild and Legend share an exasperated look

Warrior went to say something snarky but Time hits him over the head before any sound could leave his mouth

“Easy pup. Calm down. You’re going to make us worry.”

Twilight coughs and straightens tunic anyway

“Sorry, sorry.”

Sky leans over and steps closer to Twilight.

“Are they nice?”

Twilight gets a soft look on his face, staring a thousand yard away with hearts in his eyes

”They are the nicest person you would ever meet. Wouldn’t even hurt a skulltula. And they sing and dance and I swear it could be enough to make a grown man cry-”

“Well don’t start.”

Four punches his side, trying to knock him out of whatever unloaded rant that was about to be unlocked

“We get the message. They’re the love of your life. When do we meet them?”

“Ah!”

Twilight begins to actually pay attention to where they are, just to make sure that they’re in the right place

“Soon.”

He jogs ahead of the group and spins around with a large grin on his face

“Gentlemen, welcome to my home!”

And there, working at the front of the house, is his s/o

Twilight gets to surprise them after all

Wild

Wild was a bit nervous

Wild took the group to his house and hoped that his partner would forgive him for the lack of warning

He takes a deep breath

He opens the door and sets his supplies by the door

“Honey? I’m home!”

Silence

Wild is both relieved but on edge

Where are they?

The Champion turns to the others. “Make yourselves at home. I’ll get started on something to eat.”

“Question.” Hyrule raises his hands. “Who’s Honey?”

“The love of my life.” Wild replies easily. “I guess they’re not home right now.”

Wind and Warrior both walk into the room

Legend and Twilight both take a seat at the table, letting their bodies finally have a rest from the travel

Hyrule and Time just sit on the floor

“Link?”

All of their heads turn to the door.

Wild grins and rushes them, scooping them up into his arms and spinning them around for a short moment

“Don’t mind the company. But I had to see you again.”

They wrap their arms around his neck and hold him close. “It’s ok. I missed you too. It’s quiet without you.”

“Aww...” Sky lets out a little sound of adoration. “Cute. Is the fire normal?”

Wild snaps his head to the stove and runs to regulate the temperature.

This s/o laugh. “Yes and no. Not at that height.”

“Regular occurrence?” Four snickers.

“On the off days.”

Warrior

It happens by accident

Warrior was happy to be home for a while and was eager to meet his partner

But life decided to throw a curve ball

“Link!” A guard runs up to the group, b-lining to Warrior much tot he group’s momentary confusion. “You’re partner is in the hospital! They don’t know you’re here-”

Warrior hears nothing else and takes of sprinting

The others don’t really know what else to do but to follow him

Warrior knows his way around the entire grounds

Sky is left behind (unsurprisingly quickly)

Four stays behind to make sure he’s ok

Warrior bursts in the medical bay and demands to see them

He had wanted to go home and surprise them but this is next 

Warrior is escorted to his partner’s bedside

Only Time, Wind and Legend were allowed to follow them even then

The staff didn’t want to over crowd the patient in the bed

Warrior rushes over and takes their hand

They cough and smiles. “You’re home.”

“I’m sorry.” Warrior bites his lip. He raises their hand to kiss it. “I wanted to come home sooner.”

“You can’t control that.” They wince. “I’ll be fine. Everyone is freaking out over this for no reason.”

“No reason?!” Warrior nearly jumps to his feet. “You were attacked. And this isn’t the first time-”

“Who’re your friends?” They smile as they cut Warrior off. 

Warrior pauses and only then he remembers that he has company. “Oh... My traveling group.

His partner smiles and points to Wind with their other hand. “I remember you.”

Wind nods and comes around the other side. “Hello.”

Time coughs. “I guess we should introduce ourselves... There’s more in the waiting room.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Warrior didn’t bother with an explanation.” Legend crosses his arms. “We didn’t have any other options that point.”

Time smacks his head.

Warrior coughs. “Right. Let me introduce you to my friends.” 

Wind (aged up)

Wind wasn’t thinking much about when it happens

It was a long time since he’s seen anyone of the group and he’s all grown up now

So when a group of freakishly familiar travelers knock on his door, he has no other option to let them in and let them talk

They all remember him of course but he struggles to remember some of them

“Link? Do we have company?” A new voice calls out

The group all freeze, stunned by the new voice

A few smug faces turn to the Link in question

His sun kissed s/o walk in and nearly drops the baskets they were carrying with the food for the week

They seem lost, a bit confused, and miffed all at once. “I would have appreciated it it you would have warned me in advance.”

Wind coughs. “To be completely honest, I wasn’t expecting them either. Don’t worry too much about the food, honey. I’ll figure it out.”

Warrior, older like the rest of them, smiles fondly. “All grown up now, are you?”

Wind can feel his eye twitch. “Aye, Captain. I’m no boy any more.”

“And yet we’re all still older than you.” Legend snorts and punches his shoulder. “Don’t get old, kid.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.”

“Link?” The s/o calls out again. “Are they... friends of yours?”

“I traveled with them for some time after I left the island.” He explains. “The heroes I mentioned when I returned.”

“Oh!” They smile.

They’re quick to introduce themselves.

The group returns the favor quickly, less they get confused with all of them sharing the same name.

Old nicknames make things easier to remember them by and Wind can very specific moments with each and every one of them

Memories that he shared with his partner 

Who smiles glee fully now being able to put a face to the names from the stories of old

Wind knows that look in their eye and is already dreading the moment the group leaves

Does he keep them a little longer to postpone it?

No, but he missed their company and he’s long due for brotherly teasing regardless

Everyone is aware of this, so why not get it out of the way?

Hyrule

Hyrule does so with little fan fare

He’s nervous but he can’t really understand why

He trust his friends

And he’s not embarrassed or ashamed of his s/o

Even so, he can’t help with desperately wish that they get along well

“So, this is the love of my life.” He says quietly, holding their hand with a small smile. “Say hi.”

They smile back, excited to meet the friends who helped their boyfriend gain some self-confidence. “Hello! Link’s mentioned you from time to time. I’m happy to finally meet you all in person.”

Legend, as always, has Hyrule’s back. “Of course. We’re happy to see him with someone as lovely as you. You’ve been taking care of this one, right?”

Hyrule is horrified

“Legend!”

“Oh this is the Hero of Legend?” They laugh. “Yes, yes, I’ve been taking great care of him.”

Warrior and Four bow, introducing themselves next. “A pleasure to meet you.”

They grin and bow back. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Time has to bite his smile as he holds out his hand. Twilight and Wild do the same and so Hyrule’s lover goes down the line, learning their tittles one by one.

“I didn’t think there would actually be so many of you.” They admit.

Wind laughs. “It’s kinda why we can’t go by our names. It would get too confusing too quickly.”

They smile with him. “I believe you.”

Sky holds his hand out next and shrugs. “We can’t say much about it though. It appears if you’ve met one Link, you’ve met them all.”

That gets them to laugh louder. “I don’t thin that was Link’s intention. But I have you all to thank for my relationship.”

“H-hey.” Hyrule blushes.

“He could barely look me in the eye.” They continue. “Apparently you all did something that finally got him to talk to me. I can’t say I minded waiting though. He’s cute so he gets a pass.”

Hyrule covers his face with his hands. “Must you tell them that.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re still cute.”

Legend

Legend wanted it to be a surprise

Meaning he didn’t want to show the others his s/o but the universe had other plans

Not to say that he was ashamed of them but he didn’t want any of the guys to make any comments

He was afraid that they would get along like a house on fire

His s/o came running out of the house to meet him

The group was sequentially ignored as they jumped into Legend’s arm, wrapped their arms around him and peppered his face with kisses

Legend couldn’t find it in himself to complain

He’s gladly soaking up their attention and willfully ignores the gawking, wolf whistles and cheers from the other guys

“So... ummm.. Are you gong to introduce us at some point?” Hyrule raises an eyebrow

Legend’s s/o makes a noise of acknowledgement and finally pulls away from the hero in question

“Oh! Hello. I’m sorry. Let me introduce myself.”

They brush themselves down and fix their hair, smiling brilliantly at the others 

Time smiles, remembering his younger years and sticks his hand out

“Lovely to meet you. I’m glad that there’s someone here to take care of our friend back at his home.”

They blush and Legend takes their hand into both of his. Picking it up and holding it close to his heart

“Is the bunny man still here?”

“So not the one I’m looking at?” They smirk.

Legend frowns and hangs his head. “Just tell me.”

“Yes.”

Legend groans and out comes the other man in question

Legend’s s/o is surprised that this group has already Ravio and they can only wait until he’s done with spiel before they can go around and make their own introductions.

“I’m glad that you’re here.” Hyrule says quietly while Legend tries to save Four from Ravio

Or rather, save Ravio from Four in terms of weapons and diligent care of the weapons he has

Legend would like to navigate the damage his s/o would do in terms of embarrassing him

But frankly, he’s missed them too much to care and Four might just go on a rampage

...Or get ideas...

Either way Legend isn’t willing to risk it

Sky

It’s not a large affair

It’s not even initially intended

Granted, Sky wanted to show off his s/o t the others at some point

But he was so homesick and full of yearn that he wasn’t really thinking about the others when he envisioned meeting them again

He wanted it to be just the to of them

Sky wanted to just lift them into his arms and kiss them senseless

He didn’t really think they would make it Skyloft as an entire group

So when all step through a portal right onto the main island, Sky is overjoyed!

He has to take a minute to let everything process

Sky’s first destination is his house where his beloved partner is

But everyone wants to say hi

Everyone wants to hear his story

Everyone wants to ask about the people he’s traveling with

Where they’re from

What they do

Why haven’t they seen them before?

Are they from the surface?

Well yes, technically

More questions follow

His partner actually hears about it before Sky can even make it through the academy grounds

Sky sighs and has to think about cutting the conversation short without seeming rude

“LINK!” The very voice he’s been yearning for cries out

He turns and it’s just like he envisioned it

They both start running toward each other

And collide with a solid thunk

He lifts them up and spins and begins to pepper them with kisses

Introductions will have to wait

Four

Literally wouldn’t shut up about them the second he realized he was home

He missed them so much

He explains everything little thing about them

From their hair to their eyes to the way they have a little dimple on the right side of their mouth when they laugh

Only to instantly to dive into their overly charming personality

No one has the heart (no one has the courage) to cut him off while he’s raving about the love of his life

Four goes from gushing about their personality to raving about stories and instances he hadn’t told them before

The dam has been opened and no one is entirely sure how he was able to keep it shut up for so long

Or choose now of all times to get it out in the open

Four grins and all but races through the street of Castle Town “And then they came home with a raging cucco in their arms and told me to-”

“Link! Ex-nay on the chandelier story!″ A young voice yells from the distance 

Four shuts, perks and looks up.

Then he starts running for real

The others try to keep up, laughing and wolf whistling

“I can’t believe you!” The voice cries, scandalized, but with no real venom

“I leave you alone for five minutes and you come back and break your promise-”

“Shut up and let me kiss you. I missed you.” Four laughs, cutting them off.

They let him kiss them

Four jumps back, bouncing on his toes as he grabs their hand. “I have so much I have to tell you.”

“How about their names first?” They laugh and point to the others

Four grins. “They’re Link.”

“......Shut up..... You’re joking...”

“Nope.” He said, popping the ‘p’. 

There’s a large Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

The rest are now sporting similar looks

“Oh my god.... there’s like ten of you....” They say with mock horror

Four laughs. “That’s not even the half of it.”

[lura-valentine]

Hints

Normal reading time

Suitable for all ages

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

With the exception of Rain, all characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi

Rain is my OC ➡️ click her for Rain's Profil ⬅️

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes

The theme of this fanfiction is rutting season.

Many Hawks fans assume he has something like that, so why shouldn't my OC have it too?

The reason many people believe this is Hawk's quirk. It's supposed to make him more of an animal than you think.

Red eyes in the darkness

The bar's heavy door creaked softly as Dabi entered. The room was filled with the sharp smell of alcohol and stale smoke. It was silent, save for the faint hum of the neon lights behind the bar, and only two figures kept the late hour awake: Shigaraki, running his scratchy fingers over a console, and Kurogiri, who was nearby as always, silent and alert.

But Dabi paid them little attention. His destination was not here, not in the company of the League. It was one floor up, behind a plain door - the room he shared with Rain. A shadow of a smile crossed his face, barely visible in the dim light, before he went up the stairs.

His steps were quiet, almost stealthy, as if he didn't want to wake anyone. The cool air of the corridor hit him, but the darkness didn't bother him. He was used to moving in the night. His hand groped for the door, and there was a soft click as it swung open.

The room was in total darkness. No light penetrated the heavy curtains, and even the faint glow of the city lights was swallowed up. Dabi reached for the light switch, his finger searching for the edge. But when he pressed it, the room remained dark. Instead, a glowing, deep red light flashed out of the darkness - two eyes staring at him piercingly. They belonged to Rain, he knew that immediately. She was there, on the bed, half hidden in the shadowy world of the room.

"Rain?" His voice was calm, almost challenging, as he let the door close behind him. The darkness closed around him like a cloak and he put one foot in front of the other, his movements cautious but determined. Occasionally blue flames flickered on his hands or shoulders, giving light for a moment, only to disappear again immediately.

Rain didn't answer. Her eyes remained unchanged, a fiery look that followed him as he approached the bed.

"You're not making this easy, are you?" he muttered, a crooked grin on his lips as he sat on the edge of the bed. As soon as he shifted the weight of the bed, a soft, throaty sound came from the darkness - an almost animalistic cooing that made his skin tingle. It wasn't just a sound; it was a message.

Dabi paused, his blue eyes blinking into the darkness where he knew she was. "Oh, really?" A soft laugh, rough and throaty, escaped him. "What does that mean?"

Rain didn't move, but her presence was overwhelming. He could feel the tension in the air, the heat that radiated from her body, no, from her wings, reaching him even though they barely touched. He leaned back, supported himself on one hand, and let her gaze capture him.

"Why don't you say anything?" he asked, his voice quieter, almost provocative. "You're not normally so shy."

Another coo, deeper this time, and then a soft rustle as she shifted on the bed. Dabi's flames flickered briefly at his shoulders, and for a moment he could make out her outline - the curved lines of her wings moving slightly, and the outline of her face.

“So there you are,” he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and mockery.

He leaned forward until he could look directly into her bright, deep red eyes. The gleam in her pupils flickered as if he himself was fanning the fire within them. "Not that I'm complaining, but you could talk to me too, you know?" His tone was teasing, but there was a spark of genuine curiosity in his eyes, mixed with a dash of amusement.

Rain didn't react at first. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and then - almost abruptly - she wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself tightly against his chest. The sudden movement caused Dabi to sink back a little, but he quickly caught himself, let her do it, and finally put a hand on her back. Her wings rustled slightly, almost enveloping him like a protective cocoon.

"I'm sorry," she finally murmured, her voice muffled, almost fragile, as she pressed her face against his collar. "I know I should have said something, but."

"But?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone remaining calm, but he couldn't ignore the hint of uncertainty in her demeanor.

"But I didn't mean to... scare you away." Her words came quickly, almost hastily, and she snuggled even closer to him. Her hands grabbed his coat and clung tightly, as if she were afraid he might tear himself away.

He laughed softly, a rough sound that vibrated in his chest. "Scare off? Me?" His fingers stroked her back slowly, soothing and probing at the same time. "Rain, that's the last thing you could ever do."

She raised her head a little and her glowing eyes flashed at him. Her face was slightly flushed, almost unnoticeable in the darkness, but Dabi could feel the heat radiating from her.

"It's always that one week," she began, her voice hesitant, as if she was carefully weighing each word. "This one week in April when I..." She paused, bit her lower lip, and briefly avoided his gaze before she composed herself.

"In which you what?" he pressed gently, his tone remaining patient even though he knew what was wrong with her.

She sighed quietly, and then it burst out of her: "Where I would love to be able to ride you two or three times every day!"

There was a moment of silence before a deep, throaty laugh erupted from Dabi's throat. "Oh, really?" He leaned back slightly, one hand on the bed for support while the other continued to stroke her back. "That explains a lot."

Rain snuggled up to him again, almost fidgeting, her fingers gliding restlessly over the folds of his coat. "Dabi, I'm serious! This week... My hormones are going crazy and I can't think of anything else. It's... embarrassing."

He leaned forward, his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her skin. "Embarrassing?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper, a gentle tingle that slid over her senses. "I find it fascinating."

Her eyes widened slightly and she shook her head. "You're making fun of me."

"No." He shook his head slowly, his expression serious, but a crooked grin playing on his lips. "I'm not making fun. I just think..." He let his words hang as he raised his hand to her chin and caught her gaze. "...that you're worrying way too much."

"But-"

"No buts." His voice became a little firmer, but still with that rough gentleness that only he could master. "You think about me all the time?"

Rain nodded, her cheeks burning, and she lowered her gaze again.

"Say it."

„What?“

"Say it, Rain." His fingers slid from her chin down to her neck, where he felt the heat of her skin. "Tell me what you want."

She took a deep breath, her hands clenching the fabric of his coat. "I want... I want to feel you again and again," she finally murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want us to do nothing else except..."

"Except what?" He leaned even closer to her, his voice now almost hypnotic.

"Except to love us." The last word came out so quietly that it was almost lost in the darkness, but Dabi heard it. It made him pause, and for a moment its blue flames flickered, bathing her face in a soft, ghostly light.

"Rain," he said finally, his tone deep and urgent. "Are you sure you can handle this?"

She nodded eagerly, her eyes shining again, this time not with embarrassment but with desire. "I'm sure."

"Hm." His grin widened, almost dangerously, as he pulled her closer. "Then let's find out if you can really keep it up."

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[lesbianboyfriends]

hey! wtf? your original post about muslim swifties didn't have any context, it's not unreasonable that someone would have seen it and assumed it was just general positivity

your response attacking the person who commented about jewish swifties really came across as antisemitic tbh which fucking sucks.

Don’t get it twisted, this person didn’t have good intent and if they did they can message me and I can take it down. What were not gonna do is take a post about loving and uplifting Muslim swifties in our community and make it about a religion that is not relevant to the situation at hand. I said nothing about hating Jewish people, I simply told someone taking over my post to be quiet and make their own! Which they can do 🩷

Also considering the current climate of tumblr right now, forgive ME for not providing context I guess?? It’s only every other post on the dash talking about the horrific planned attacks.

[cookinguptales]

Shit, the post about the podcast and accessibility just came up on my dash and my heart fucking *shattered* when I saw who it was. They're the only group of content creators that I've ever seen be respectful of my neck of the woods, and finding out that, despite their diversity in cast and characters, and the research they put in to be respectful, they didn't even care... I kind of feel like I've been gut-punched. I'm so, so sorry that they let you down like that. I'm grateful that you shared your story.

Oof, blast from the past. Forgive me if I’m a little terse in my response here; I’m currently on vacation and uh. Frankly, that whole thing was a deeply stressful experience.

I guess I’ll just say that they did reach out to me and try to make things right. I did go to the live show despite some misgivings. The seat that the venue saved for me made it impossible to see most of the stage, so… that’s the cripple seats, I guess. I can’t blame the podcasters for that part, nor can I blame them for the intense mistreatment fans of the show sent my way for daring to post about my experiences (someone signed my fandom email up to a bunch of spam lists, for christ’s sake) but like. The whole experience really did sour me on the show for good.

I do agree that part of what frustrated me so much was how much they sounded inclusive on the podcast. This wasn’t like You Must Remember This, which still illegally charges disabled people for access to the podcast (by paywalling the transcripts) or shows that engage in casual ableism. I really did expect better from them, which is why it hurt. I think it’s also why I still have a more emotional mental block where the show is concerned now. It’s just… not fun for me anymore.

I also grew up in and out of Appalachia and… being honest with you, I didn’t have great experiences there. (A lot of my extended family lives there and they are uh. Extremely religious. Their communities messed me up some growing up, particularly regarding my queerness and disability.) So I was kind of finding healing from some of that through that podcast and… well. I guess it didn’t feel very healing anymore lmao.

I did grow up around the concept that the disability I was born with was a punishment for my parents from God, and that my role in the community was to never complain and generally be an opportunity to inspire others through God’s grace, etc., so I’ll admit some of the responses I got from the community about how I should sit down and shut up and be grateful for whatever accommodations able-bodied folks felt like giving me were… kind of triggering, being honest with you. Like, again, my presence was just a particularly annoying burden for “normal” people and I needed to be quiet and know my place. That demanding “special treatment” from fine upstanding folks who didn’t deserve my bitching was something that had earned me all that hate mail.

Not my favorite month on the internet! 🙃

So uhhh yeah, these days I’m not… in the fandom anymore. lmao. That said, I appreciate your kind message. Kind of nice to get some sweetness in a torrent of shit.

[copper-wasps]

-Entry #5-

The image blinks to life, focusing and unfocusing as the camera is jostled about, eventually settling down with a sharp burst of sound as the speaker scrapes against the surface its set down on. The video focuses, showing the interior of a car- light gray fabric seats in the front and back, what little can be seen of the dash and consoles are black plastic, the cloth covering the roof of the car just a slightly darker shade of gray than the seats. The whole interior looks clean, if not a little old, likely a car with a past owner or two.

Adelaide sits in the driver’s seat, adjusting the camera where she’s settled it on the dashboard before pulling her hands away. She’s changed clothes it seems, now dressed in a faded, light blue hoodie, unzipped to show the white t-shirt she has on underneath, along with a pair of washed out blue jeans. Her hair is pulled back in the usual twin braids, the bruises that had been marring her face now tinged a yellowish green as they heal. Despite the change of clothes and the improvement to her injuries, she still looks utterly exhausted.

“Well…uh, clearly I made it out of Rosswood. Y’know, considering I posted entry number four, and now you’re watching number five…” She clears her throat, rubbing the back of her neck as she glances out the car window at the parking lot around her, “I was able to get a charger for Lorelei’s phone and get it powered on, and I actually found something when I did.

“I went through everything I could access, which is probably rude, but I think the situation forgives it- anyway, back to my point, the only thing I found was in her notes app.” She pauses here, reaching into the pocket of her hoodie to pull out the phone in question, unlocking it and going back through it to find the note to read aloud, “Its a weird message though, all it says is ‘Lake Harris sure is pretty this time of year’. The date on the note is the same night we went out to search the park…which is weird enough, but on top of that, just calling it ‘Lake Harris’ is weird too, because I’m pretty sure it means Lake Wedowee. Thats what everything said when I looked it up, but I’m not from Alabama so maybe I’m wrong.”

Adelaide falls quiet for a moment, a puzzled expression painting her features. After several seconds of silence she locks the phone with a quiet click, sliding it back into her pocket as she looks up to meet the eye of the camera, “Regardless, its the only thing I’ve got to go on. It doesn’t make any sense, and it might be a bad idea- it probably is a bad idea- but I’m going out there to see if I can find anything. I don’t know how any of them would have gotten out that far from Rosswood, considering I have Rose’s car…but its gotta be worth something, right?”

She reaches back for the seatbelt, pulling it around herself and clicking it into the lock beside the seat. Reaching forward she grasps the keys where they dangle in the ignition, turning them over as the car starts with a low rumble of the engine. The car humming to life causes the image to blur and unfocus for a moment as the vibrations rattle the camera, but it settles back into focus just as quickly.

“Its a bit of a long drive, and I don’t expect anything to happen- unless I get pulled over…” Adelaide trails off with a wince at the thought, shaking her head as she reaches out to pick up the camera once again, “Anyway, I’m going to stop this entry here for now. I’ll update you guys again once I make it to the lake- hopefully its not just some wild goose chase.”

Adelaide offers a slight smile, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, before she sighs and cuts off the recording as the image fades to black.

[babytaes]

the originals (you belong)

summary: The Mikaelsons family stumbles across a plot to assassinate the Prince. Despite Klaus’ judgement, you are determined to take on that challenge with the help of some magic. You demonstrate to them and to yourself that you BELONG!

paring: jake x female reader

genre: angst, slight fluff, slight smut/suggestive

word count: 7k

warnings: suggestive scene

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➳ part of the drunk & dazed series

a/n: i’m not a big fan of this work, i don’t know what it is but i feel like it could be better. I didn’t do my routine thorough read so forgive me for any mistakes. thank you for waiting for this member. enjoy and much love from babytaes. :)

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"This is not allowed, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

Hearing footsteps behind you, a hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shutting the door behind you as he gently pushes you up against the wall.

"Don't pretend you haven't been keeping an eye on me for the past few weeks. I'm sure you want it as much as I do, y/n.”

Licking your lips, you slap his hands off of you and make your way to his massive bed as you fall back.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's just your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaching the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you yanked his hand away from you and dashed to the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

“Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family"

It wasn't the finest decision to leave him standing there, but it was necessary for your protection. You wouldn't want to jeopardize the next person in line.

Even if something might have worked with him, the risk was too high.

Everyone should be cautious when they're among the Milkasons, including the youngest.

It wasn't all bad being with the Mikaelsons. They were like a second family to you, despite the fact that you had only met them millennium before. It was strange to find them on that fateful day.

You never know when the all-powerful Originals will appear on your doorstep and request to look after their brother.

It seemed strange. Right?

"Calm down, brother; we'll find a place." We wouldn't be in this situation if you quit yelling and spreading mayhem all over the place."

Klaus ignores his brother and knocks on a cottage door, rolling his eyes at him.

"Oh, Elijah, just shut up; you're just trying to prove me wrong."

Elijah straightens himself as he hears light footsteps approaching the door and approaches the madam who opens it.

"Hello-, your mother bowed down to them and swiftly looked down."

Elijah takes a step in front of his sibling, who is rambling to your mother. Nothing is audible to you. Even so, you see a boy from behind the corner. He appears to be your age and is hidden behind the towering man.

As he moves from behind the man and toward the back, you snicker and watch him through the windows as he approaches the back door.

As you walk through it, you come face to face with the curious boy.

"Hello, my name is Jake; how about you?" He extends his hand, and you eagerly examine it.

"My name is y/n."  Do you want to join me in my game? "I don't have anyone to play with." As you drag him to your makeshift playhouse, you grasp his hand in yours and shake it hard.

You and he hit it off right away when you were outside. You didn't have many friends, so having someone to play house with was very entertaining at your young age

"Hey, come back," He said as he snatched your toy vehicle, making you and him giggle. "Give it back," you insist  

The two men and your mother were standing by the rear door, staring at you two. 

"I believe he will be a perfect fit. Don't worry, I'll do my best." Before summoning Jake over, Klaus and Elijah thanked your mother one again.

They said their goodbyes and walked away, and your memories were about to start.

---

You and Jake have been inseparable since then; it's always been you two against the world. Despite the fact that you and he come from two different worlds, you manage to make it work on occasion.

You stood far away from the commotion, watching the royal family squabble over royal matters. Jake had just been summoned, and you took a step back, not wanting to cause any disruption.

Despite the fact that they could clearly hear and see you, you continued to stand there.

"Brother, we wouldn't be in this stupid situation if it weren't for your inconvenient behavior once more."

Life is always tumultuous when you basically grow up with a group of originals. I don't think there has ever been a moment when someone wasn't screamed at, killed, or cursed.

It's always something with them.

Jake looks at you, rolling his eyes and making a variety of facial expressions. He loved his life except for this part.

His family 

Your mother took him in and practically raised him when you were younger. You never understood why his family always left him behind. It seems like just because his family was on the run at the time they couldn't or didn't have time to look after him.

As a result, when he reached adulthood, he was able to take his rightful place in the kingdom, and because your family took on that responsibility, you were granted permission to remain in the kingdom.

I mean, the enormous rooms and countless bathrooms never get old, noo. Even though everything appeared to be all in good humor, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Feeling as if you've never belonged there 

You were a vampire with most of their powers, but you lacked the "royal," and no matter how hard you tried, you could never fit into their mold.

You take one last look at the family, shake your head, and then walk away. You still have a lot of work ahead of you.

You arrive at your mother's room slowly and open it to see her folding laundry. As you approached her and sat down on her, her demeanor brightened.

"You do know you're pretty heavy, sweetie?"

"Mmh," you mutter under your breath as you roll away from her and to the ground. To pass the time, you take a shirt and begin folding it.

"Mom?"

As she continued to fold, she hummed a quiet yes.

"What made you decide to take on such a difficult duty as raising Prince Jake?" She let go of the blouse in her hand as she came to a halt and stared at you. She sighs as she takes a seat next to you and tells you about that fateful day.

Your mother was inside talking to the royal family as you played in the backyard with your new friend.

She dropped her head and gazed up at Elijah and Klaus, saying, "It is such an honor to have you both in my company."

Making their way over to the table, they all sat down and discussed ways of how you could best protect him.

"We don't know when or for how long we'll be on the run, but we're prepared to pay any charge if that time comes."

As Klaus' voice boomed over the table, she shook her head at them, her hand trembling.

"We have to get out of here; I sense them." Elijah gave his troubled brother a stern look and motioned him to leave. He was in a hurry and dashed out of the house.

Elijah reached into his back pocket and placed a bag of coins on the table. He swiftly thanked you after scouting the front entrance.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but forgive our ill-timed intrusion. I'll make arrangements for payments to come from the castle every week. I'd like to thank you in advance for everything you've done for us."

Elijah nodded before sprinting into the woods in pursuit of his brother. She smiles as you take it all in and grab the bag of coins from the table.

"This is for you, love, Rest in peace, my dear."

As she make her way to the back, she calls over the two rowdy children and embrace them in a hug. As she looked at them both, they both smiled. You watched as she squatted down and spoke, holding them in her hands.

"So those two lovely gentlemen who just came by were members of the royal family, as you may know y/n, and they have entrusted us to watch and maintain track of this handsome little boy," Jake squirmed around as his face reddened as you pinched his cheek.

"For the time being, we'll do our best to make this the best time for him." Before embracing Jake in an embrace, your daughter cast a glance at him. As you gazed at the scene in front of you, a warm flush spread across your chest as you imagined the days you three would spend together..

"So it was difficult at the time, and due to your father's death and financial difficulties, it was only a matter of time before we were thrown out on the street. So, aside from the age-old law of not disobeying the royal family, it was now or never."

Your smile crept across your face as you shook your head up and down. Your mother was your role model, the woman who always wore a grin on her face and never let the world bring her down. She was daring, loving, and brave, and she did it all despite the fact that she had recently become a single mother. Moms have a lot of strength.

"Ahh, I see. Dad would be incredibly proud of you and all of your efforts."

She grinned as she threw her shirt in your direction.

"Ahh- stop"

*Knock Knock*

As you and your mother stood up to tell them to come in, a guard approached you both and communicated a message.

"You are required in the Prince chambers, Ms. Y/n." You bowed down and pecked your mum on the cheek before taking your place behind the guard.

---

You thanked the guard as you entered inside the familiar area after arriving at the enormous set of bronzed yet golden doors. When you peek inside, you notice him lying on the floor; as you carefully approached his side, you smiled and hovered over him.

"You asked for me, right? I'm going to leave if this isn't something significant." Jake gently rises, his head resting on his gigantic bed.

"It's nothing major, but I do have a request," he says. As you faced him, your eyes widened. As he turned to face you, he exuded a princely radiance. He leaned forward and lingered near your lips, his gaze fixed on you.

You leapt to your feet, terrified and intrigued, and shoved him back as you took a step back.

"Excuse my language, Jake, but what the hell was that?"  As he got up and approached you, he cocked his head to the side.

"My request?" He snatched your hands and held them in his. You'd never been caressed with such gentleness before. It was an unfamiliar sensation that made you feel warm but strange.

"This is not permitted, Your Majesty. This is not something I believe we should be doing, "You began to walk out of Jake's regal room, shaking your head.

A hand touches your shoulder as he turns you around, shuts the door behind you and gently pushes you up against the wall, hearing footsteps behind you.

"Don't act like you weren't eyeing me these past weeks. I know you want this just as much as I do y/n."

You smack his hands off of you and make your way to his large bed as you fall back, licking your lips.

"It's not like I don't want to do it. It's simply your royalty, and I'm not the Mikaelson type."

Jake snickers as he approaches you and raises you up by your hands, bringing you face to face with him. He touches your cheek in his palm and caresses it as he moves closer to your face.

"Well, we're notorious for occasionally breaking the rules. Why don't you give it a shot?" As you shoved his hand away from you and opened the door, you snapped back to reality.

Your heart ached as you turned back to see a befuddled Jake, and you cried out to him before closing the door.

"Jake, please stop. You and I both know I'll never be good enough for your family."

As you turned the corner and ran down the corridor, you left him stunned and in disarray. You didn't stop running until you were outdoors, far away from the castle, in the fabled garden.

As you fall on top of the fountain, the tears won't stop flowing. The day was slipping away as your sobs drew the attention of a curious woman. It wasn't until she sat next to you and spoke to you that you realized it.

"One of those days, huh?"

As she stretched her hand to you, you shrieked and fell back on your hands, frightened and terrified.

"Sorry for scaring you, hun; I didn't intend to. Haven't we all had awful days? My name is Davina, by the way." As she helped you up to the edge of the fountain, you took her hand in yours.

"Thanks for asking, today is one of these days." "So, may I ask what the problem is?" she asked, smiling as she moved closer to you.

"I miss my father and all that made up his eccentric character. He would know what to do." you sniffled as you glanced up at the girl with a welcome atmosphere.

She leapt to her feet and squealed, extending her hand "I enjoy helping others. In this area, I do have the upper hand. Allow me to demonstrate." You took her hand in yours after a brief moment of hesitation.

You had never expected a witch to be able to assist you, but you were willing to try. She waved to her neighbor across the street as she unlocked her door. As she arranged her stuff, she turned on the lamp and signaled for you to come sit at her table.

"Please take a seat; I won't bite. Maybe" You chuckled as you sat in the wooden chair, having forgotten that the witches lived in this neighborhood. It's not like they were exiled, but you hardly had time to check in on them and the rest of the group.

Everyone looked to be so comfortable in their own little world. Why couldn't you seem to fit in anywhere?

"All right, all right, we're ready; don't worry, it won't hurt."

"What might hur-'' As the knife quickly passed across your palm, you felt a searing feeling.

'What the hell, Davina,' you exclaimed." She chuckled as she put yout palm over a stone bowl and watched the blood drip into it.

"Sorry"

As the blood began to bubble up in the stone bowl, you pouted. As her hands swiveled around the bowl, Davine began to speak phrases you couldn't comprehend. As your eyes blinked quicker, your head began to spin.

"What's going on?" you exclaim. When she opened her eyes, you could see white orbs replacing her natural ones.

"We're ready."

---

You passed out as you receded back into your chair. Awoken Davina took your hand in hers and escorted you outside. This time, though, things were different; the day had turned to darkness, and everything appeared to be dissimilar. The town has turned completely around.

"Where are we?" As she turned to face you, she laughed.

"A better question is when are we. The spell I casted transported us to a time when I hoped you would learn something new and put things into perspective." For the 23rd time today, she began to tug you. Your heart began to drop as you arrived at your house, well, the one in the past, as you beamed at that. As you let her hand fall from yours, your nerves were heightened. As you took a step back, you began to feel panicked.

"Noo-nooo wait, how did you do this?" you say as you fall to your knees and cover your eyes. You could feel her hands on your back as she gently caressed it.

"I know, it's crazy, y/n. I just pulled some old memories back to life. I won't leave your side if you're afraid." As you saw the familiar image in front of you, you slowly pushed forward.

"Just don't leave." As you walked through the front door, you held her hand in yours. Everything seems so blurry at this point; you were just a small child, and your life was about to alter dramatically.

"Hey sweetie, go tell your father to go get some firewood. Okay?" As you crawled down off the stool and out the door, you smiled. As he turned to face you, your little feet found their way to your father's side.

"There's my little princess. What exactly do you need?" He massaged your backside as he hauled you onto his lap.

"Mommy said to get wood, and I wanna come too, daddy. May I, pretty please." He sighed as he looked at his watch, it was fairly dark, but the wood wasn't far away.

"Yes, you are welcome to join me. You're a big girl now. So you gotta help daddy out, okay?"

As you and Davina stood on the sidelines watching everyone make their way to the woodpile, you wished you had done more for him.

"All right, sweetie, you can carry one and I'll take care of the rest." You squealed as you clutched a small, almost insignificant log in your arms. As he placed a twig in your batch, he gazed down at his girl.

"Daddy, I think that's all I can carry." As he and you both began heading back to the home, you both laughed.

As the horror grew, you turned around and began crying on Davina's shoulder. You knew what was going to happen, but you couldn't bear the thought of having to go through it again. As Davina turned to face you, you felt her hands on your shoulders.

"You must see for yourself. It is the only option."

As tears flood down your cheeks, you slowly open your eyes and look at the scene.

"Thanks for helping daddy, sweetheart." "Mommy would be so proud of you." He kissed you on the head as he knelt down to you.

"You're welcome, Daddy. "Now that I'm a big girl, I can do huge things." He smiled as he took another glance around. " As your mouth enlarged, you dropped your logs. Your father's life vanished before your eyes in an instant.

As his body went slack, he fell to the ground, and you began to scream. As words slurred from your mouth, he began to shiver.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" HELP, MOMMY." As he held you in his hug, your small body slumped forward into your father's chest.

Your mother's footsteps were quick to arrive as she knelt down and took up your father, holding him in her arms.

"Honey, I'm right here," she says. A tear streamed down his cheek as he glanced up at his beautiful girls.

"Never forget that I love you all." And then, as he fell limp on your mother's lap, life left his eyes. As you gazed up at your mother, the screams resonated across the forest. Her eyes were welling up with tears.

You had no idea what was going on, but you knew something had changed.

"What's wrong with daddy, Mommy?" She slowly turns to you, pulling you closer to her breast and kissing you on the head with moist lips.

"He's gone, daddy's gone."

----

"NOo, noo stop this. I don't want to remember this." As Davina chases you down, shouting out to you, you begin to flee the scene. You come to a halt and turn to face her, yelling at her.

"Is this a joke or something? Your spells, you witches." As you fall to the ground grasping your arms and gently rock back and forth, tears begin to flow from your eyes.

Davina finally reaches you and attempts to calm you down by wrapping her arms over your shaking body. Your heart felt like it was racing at 100 miles per hour and you couldn't stop it. Everything seemed a little too real. You didn't want to think about it.

It's not that you didn't believe it; it's just that you didn't want that memory to resurface in your life.

"Just wait and listen to me, y/n. I know it's horrible, but something good came out of it." You push her away from you as you leap to your feet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"How did something wonderful emerge from my father's death, who died in my arms? DAVINA, HOW DAVINA." Davina frowns as she walks around, taking your hand in hers and leading you somewhere.

"You weren't the only one whose loved one was taken from them." You look up at her and stare blankly at her as she comes to a halt at a familiar location.

"How did we end up in front of the castle?" As inaudible sounds flow from her mouth, she begins to swirl her hands around. You stand there in astonishment as you are whisked away to someone's private quarters.

You and Davina both walk into a room where a young boy is crying into the chest of someone. As you recovered consciousness, you noticed that you were surrounded by the Original family, or at least some of them.

"We couldn't get the remedy to her in time." You stood there watching Klaus thrash around as he collided with a vase that shattered on the ground.

You shifted closer to the young kid as you observed him as his brother shouted out to him, "Niklaus." As the rest of the family walked out in tears and small sniffles, you shifted closer to the young child.

Jake was there; you had no idea his mother had died. It had never been mentioned before, so you were taken aback.

The little boy crawled onto his mother's chest as he sobbed into her chest.

"Mommy, come back to me, please."

"I'm ready to leave right now." You took her hand in yours and gripped it strongly. You were prepared for anything the world could throw at you now that you had this new knowledge. Although it was painful to revisit that memory, you chose to use it to your advantage.

Your father raised a fighter, not a wimp. You wanted to honor his memory rather than mourn it, and I feel Jake should as well.

"This is for you, Dad,"

With that, you were transported back to reality, and you found yourself back where you started. You instantly stood up and exited her room.

"Hey, where are you going?" 

You came to a halt, raised your head, and shook your head, saying, "Acceptance."

She waved you off with a smile on her face. You brushed yourself off as you walked out of her house, mentally preparing yourself for the road ahead.

----

You felt more alive when you woke up in this house. Although the work was endless, you earned something greater than it all, A friend. Your mother groaned as you rolled over and landed flat against her backside.

"Mmmh, mom, I think it's time for you to get up." "Mmmh, five more minutes," she mumbles as she yawns on your shoulder. As your body moved up off the bed and towards the blinds, you giggled. You chuckled as you let the blinding light move into the room as you heard your mother's nasty shrieks.

"Sweetie, it's Saturday; it's a free day today. Go hang out with your friends." As you fall to the floor, she kicks your body off the bed. You giggle as you walk towards the shower, scoffing at her acts and mumbling words to her.

"Have you noticed, Mom, that I only have one friend?" You chuckle as you take a step into the shower and let the suds run down your body. As you wash slowly, your thoughts begin to wander.

You were reminded of your previous outburst with Jake as the water flowed over your body.

"Shit"

You felt the chilly air hiss against your body as you stepped out of the shower and hastily wrapped a towel over your body from the shelf. You noticed that the girl in the mirror had a different smile. She felt happier and more grateful.

You cried out to your mother as you opened the door and entered the frame.

"Yes, darling?"

"Get ready. I'd like to take you out for a picnic." She grinned and drew you in for a hug while cocking her head to the side.

"That would be fantastic. I'll take care of everything. You don't worry, okay?" You grinned as you shut the door behind her and returned to your self-pampering.

"It's going to be a terrific day today."

As you rested your head on your mother's shoulder, you held the picnic basket tightly in one hand and your mother's hand in the other. It was moments like these that made you long for your small family. You spread the blanket on the ground and placed the goods on it as you chuckled.

"My two lovely ladies are here."  When you raced towards your father, he stretched his arms open wide for you. Your mother took out her little camera and snapped a candid shot of you two.

"Don't forget about me," as she made her way over, your father pressed a kiss on her lips as you all sat down on the grass.

As you stumbled towards the basket, your little fingers pointed to it, saying, "Mommy, open". Before you saw the glorious fruit in front of you, a small pebble made its way in your path as you trip on it.

As a result, your father gracefully caught your small body in his grip while you giggled.

"My princess, you need to be more cautious. I can't have my pretty girl all beaten up."

You chuckled as you kissed his forehead and said, "OK, daddy, me be careful." You dashed over to your mother's side as he let you go, and she handed you a strawberry.

Your smile widened as you jumped up and did a small dance as you bit into it. Your parents stood there in astonishment as they watched you eat some more fruit.

"Is it good y/n?" You giggled as you ran around them, shaking your head up and down, as they simply watched their exuberant kid spout forth incoherent words. They smiled.

'I love you, honey,' she said. Light kisses on her temples were exchanged by your father while your mother rested her head on his lap.

"I will always love you."

Finally, with everything in place, you sniffle and wipe a stray tear from your eyes. Your mother immediately turned to you and rubbed your arm as she drew you closer to her.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's the matter?"

"I miss him," you said as you drew closer to her.

She smiled as she rocked you back and forth, kissing you on the head.

"I miss him as well. This brings back memories of our picnics with him." As you reached for the basket, you shook your head. Before removing the famed strawberries, you smiled. You chuckled as tears streamed down her cheeks after delivering them to your mother.

"Thanks for this, y/n." You were both crying as you rested your head in your mother's lap before entwining your hands.

"Anytime mom, but I do have to get going. I need to speak with someone, and I'd prefer to do so now before the situation escalates."

Before biting on a plump strawberry, she laughs and smirks.

"Tell Jake I said hi." "Wait, how did you know?" you start to stand up as you freeze in place.

As she pushes you toward the gate exit, she shakes her head at you. You blow a kiss to her, embarrassed and honestly surprised, as she yells at you.

"Use protection."

You cringe as you race towards the gate, not even looking back. You came upon a guard at the entrance who winked at you as you stared at him.

"Oh, Mark, shut up." After saluting you, he chuckles and returns to his former stance. Making your way to his chamber, you slowly knock as you hear his voice on the other side of the door.

As you slowly come in, you notice him at his desk, working, and you move your glance in his direction.

"Oh, look who it is?" As your lips fell, his eyes rolled at you.

"Hey," you say as you approach him and take a seat in one of his sofas. They felt like marshmallows, and you spent your days and some nights in them.

"Let me explain before you go all pouty and stirred up." He doesn't even move as he goes about his business. You kick his chair while rolling your eyes at him, eliciting a yelp from him.

"Fine, I'm listening, what?" he says, smiling as he scoots over to you and places his hand on his lap.

Not only did the close proximity make your heart race, but his position didn't help matters either.

"So, for starters, I'd like to apologize for my outburst. We both know if they're a problem we can freely discuss it. That's something that's been on my mind for a while and has now exploded, but it's not your fault. I just don't think I belong."

He approached you with a puzzled expression on his face as he moved forward. You look around, worried, as you cough.

"What?"

"What you just said made me pause because you and this family know how important you and your mother are to all of us, especially to me. I'm sorry you feel that way. My family can be difficult at times."

As you push past him and land on his colossal king-sized bed, you scoff "Yeah, tough how about, protective, vengeful, murderous, and hot-headed? That's a lot better." He laughs as he pushes you over and lays down next to you, a little closer this time.

"I can't argue with that, but you still love us. Right?"

"Yeah, I do love yo-" As you rolled over and smacked your hands in your face, your eyes widened.

"Yeah, go ahead and spill your secret y/n."

You kicked him as you rolled back on your side, facing him, rolling your eyes. As his hand landed on your leg, the newfound electricity between you two shifted.

Before his hand lightly moved up your leg, he grinned at you. He came to a halt and stared at you, waiting for a response. You softly shook your head as he continued as his hand came to rest on your chin.

"You must have been waiting a long time for this one, dude, ain't I so attractive," you chuckled before scooting closer to him. Before extending his delicate hands towards your lips, he reddened.

"Shh, also what happened yesterday? You said this wasn't right, didn't you?" As your desire overtook you, you became irritable.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, people change Jake." you said as you drew him closer to you and your lips smashed together furiously. As he pushed you over, you both synced up quickly, and he was on top of you in no time.

"Oh how the tables have turned," says Jake. You had definitely changed as your body craved for his touch even more. As you threw your arms around his neck, pressing him closer to you, his lips never left yours.

His shirt was ripped off and dropped to the ground in a flash as he touched yours, hoping for a response.

"Yes, you may remove it." He stopped and peered at you, chuckling, as he slowly pulled it above your head. You subconsciously flew your hands to your chest, concealing your body.

This was the first time a boy, much less a Mikaelson, had seen you half-naked. Jake's mouth falls open as he rushes to unlatch your hands.

"Hey, don't hide your beauty, because I love each and every part." That made you grin as you approached him and kissed him on the lips.

"You haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet, and already you're behaving cringy. Maybe this was a mistake." As you begin to rise, you smirk. Jake grabs you and pins you down before you can even get a foot off the bed.

"Wait- stop, wait, don't go" You chuckle as he kisses your frigid body while you squirm under his touch.

"Ahhh, please stop tickling me...ahh." He comes to a halt in his actions to look at you for a little moment.

"I can't believe we've reached the point where we've gone from friends to lovers. It feels like some teenage drama."

(Am I right readers, don't we all love a trope like this... I know I do.)

This isn't a book; it's real life, and can we please get back to making love? Jake, the readers are waiting." He continues to laugh as he gently removes your bra as he completes the last clip.

He didn't have time to marvel at the beauty in front of him as you placed your hand on his hardening spot. This elicited a tiny moan as he swirled his lips around your soft nips.

"Mmmh, wow, don't stop, that feels great." You quickly remove your jeans and underwear while his tongue works its magic, placing his hand within your folds.

"This is my first time; wow, I'm not sure whether I'm doing it correctly." Wow!" As a moan explodes from your throat, you laugh.

"Stop playing me; you're making me laugh. I'll show you the way." He finds a groove in your folds as he pushes faster and deeper, striking a familiar area, while your eyelids roll back.

"AHHHH, Jake, right there."  As your back arches off the bed, thrusting deeper into his finger, your body reacts perfectly.

A knock on the door is heard just as your high reaches you, and you both pause and look behind you.

"Prince Jake, you have been summoned to the royal room to receive a message." Before Jake speaks to him, you both remain silent for a few moments.

"Thank you very much; I'll be out for a minute."

Before he turns to face you, you cover your lips with your hand. Before pulling away, he bends forward and kisses you on the forehead.

"You're not going to finish me off, are you? You can't stick and dip; it doesn't work like that." You start arguing with him before he bends in and kisses your folds.

"I have to get going, and if I'm late, I'm toast. You did mention that my family is what now-" You shake your head as you push him off your body and start putting your clothing on.

Another knock is heard as the door slowly begins to open and a familiar face appears. Jake rushes to conceal your half-naked body as Elijah walks in.

As you lowered your head and snickered, it felt like a million pairs of eyes were on you. Jake covers your body with a blanket before pulling up his pants and walking towards the door.

He flashes a big grin at Elijah before crossing his arms and stepping closer to him. "My dear brother, keep your indiscretions to yourself," he yanked his handkerchief from his pocket before handing it to Jake. Another familiar figure arrived in front of the entrance as he saw the chaos unfold before his eyes.

Kol appeared behind Elijah before chuckling as he crossed his arms, "well, well, well looks like someone having fun." He gave you a wave as he walked out of the room, smiling to himself. You turned away and mentally slapped yourself as soon as he said it.

"We'll be out in a second. Please visit us again." Before turning around, Jake slammed the door shut. While yelling under his breath, his reddened face brought you your garments.

"Please forgive them; they enjoy barging in here unannounced. I'm sorry if they saw anything." You're hauled up by him before you can secure the button on your jeans. He kissed your lips as he assisted you in putting on your shirt.

"Okay, I'm definitely not going to get tired of those." You kiss his lips once more as you pull his shirt closer to you.

"Mmh, your lips are soft. As you approach the door, you take Jake's hands in yours before gently pushing it open.

“We will definitely finish this later.” As he plants a kiss on your hand, he smirks. Before enlarging your gaze, you licked your lips.

You moan under your breath, "Oh, I can't wait," as Jake discreetly lays his palm over your mouth.

“You’re already a mess for me, aren't you?” He comes to a halt in front of the door and cups your face in his hands, kissing your hungry lips.

“As much as I would love to kiss you,” you say as you rest your palm on his chest and giggle. "Let's hurry up because I don't want them to come back and dagger you." He took your hand in his and led you to the throne room.

---

Jake strides over to his family's gathering and excuses himself, letting go of your hand. You took a step back and stood next to Mark, who was looking at you with a curious expression.

"So...how did it go?" Then, after a brief scan of the area, you struck him across the shoulder with your fist.

"Aren't you guards supposed to be quiet? You do know we all have vamp hearing." After chuckling at your remark, he returned to his job.

Besides Jake and I, Mark was the only person around our age with whom we both became close as we basically all grew up in the castle. Although being the only female in the group, they made up for it.

We all had our own ways of having fun in those late evenings, so there were many nights of loud laughter and sticky fingers. Those were the days, but now Jake had his royal duties, they were a thing of the past. Everyone seems to be set in their ways.

When your name was called, you were swiftly brought out of your thoughts. They didn't seem to know you were there, but you knew it was true when Mark bumped your arm.

"Uh.. yes. I'm here, your majesty."

Walking over to the gathering, you stood next to Jake as you heard his booming voice; still to this day, you could never get over that.

"So, y/n, you and your family have been so kind to not only the Mikaelson family, but the entire kingdom. And we thank you for your service, but we've heard rumors that my father is planning to travel to our country to assassinate our future heir."

You exhale, your body trembling as you clasp your hands behind your back. You weren't old enough to recall certain details of the attacks.

This was how horrible it was 

As he gazed down at you and winked at you, he entwined his fingers behind your back and whispered, "It's going to be okay."

As he stepped up from his throne, Klaus began again, "So, once again, I'd like you to protect and guard him while we're out; you've had plenty of training for this, so I'm confident you'll do fine. Finally, you are responsible for whatever happens to him."

He was now directly in front of your eyes as he kept a wary eye on your flimsy frame.

Thanks for the extra pressure. 

Jake gave him a gentle push back as he walked in front of you and coughed "Okay, don't scare her. We've got a lot of security in place, and I'm an original here who can take care of myself. I don't want to put anyone at risk, especially y/n."

As he acknowledged you specifically, it warmed your heart. He squeezed your hand not only to show that he was paying attention, but also to make you feel comfortable and secure.

Klaus grinned as he walked away from you, both of you speaking in a condescending manner.

"Our father has not and will not stop if we are alive in the past centuries, and now that you are of legal age, he is coming to take advantage of that opportunity. Our father's reign is far from done. After all, it's more for y/n than for you. Take a look at her. Do you believe she'll be able to defend YOU?" 

Your heart stung as you gasped in pain as you yanked your hands from his grasp. As you took a step forward, tears welled up in your eyes. You coughed as you drew Klaus' attention, enraged and honestly taken aback.

"No one has the right to treat me like an outsider just because I'm not a member of this family. Instead of making trouble and fleeing, why not stay and fight like a brother once in a while?I've done more for Jake than YOU could possibly do.

You turned and walked away from the family, tears streaming down your cheeks. A hand grabbed your wrist as you flung it off of you. Before exiting the room, Elijah caught Klaus just as he was ready to explode with wrath.

"This meeting is over. After 30 minutes, we'll be on our way." As you raced away from Jake, he called your name.

You heard shouts of anger from Jake as he yelled at Klaus.

However, he has never been able to see what you and your family went through to safeguard his prized heir. They were going to get a guard if they wanted one, and a good one at that.

You vowed to prove to them, and particularly to Klaus, that you belonged here.

You got to a familiar area and pounded on the door, enraged, as she approached the door.

You hurried by her and sat down, your hand outstretched as you glared angrily at her. "Oh hey—," she said. As she sat down gently across from you, she rubbed her chin and arched her brows.

"Okay, no hello or nothing. That's awesome, what's up?"

"I'd like to see him; please, show him to me right now." She chuckled, as if she'd read your mind. You wanted to prove yourself to someone. And he was the only one who had a clear idea of what needed to be done.

She sliced your hand and poured the liquid into the stone bowl as she spoke. You sat up straight and became ready. As soon as you closed your eyes, you were transported somewhere else.

---

Davine touched you on the shoulder as you sat up straight and followed her instructions by moving forward.

"You just have a few minutes, so work quickly. This is a difficult spell that becomes weaker by the second."

You stood up, shook your head, and walked over to the man perched precariously on the ledge, his feet dangling dangerously in the air. After a few minutes of sitting next to him, you began to become worked up.

"I was curious as to when you planned to pay me a visit. Princess, how are you?" As tears welled up in your eyes, you turned around in astonishment. He looked exactly the same as he did that night. His black slacks matched his stained white collared shirt.

He was perfect, still 

"I miss you, dad." Upon entering his embrace and taking in his smell, he extended his arms and welcomed you in. The lingering woody smell filled your nostril as you held onto him tighter.

"Hey, love. Whatever you're going through right now, I have complete faith in your ability to get through it. I didn't raise a wimp; instead, I raised a powerful warrior. Don't allow them get to the point where they're controlling your thoughts. What is it that I usually say?"

"Life struggles are necessary for growth."

You continued his sentence with the words "life struggles are necessary for growth." He pecked your head and held on for a little bit more.

"Y/n we have to go; the spell is slipping."

When your father saw you, he got to his feet and stood up. His hand went to your face as he noticed all your new features. He seemed intent on studying you, as if he wanted to make up for the time he had lost by not seeing you.

"I'm very proud of the women you've grown to be. I'm so proud of you, y/n. Remember that and know that I am always here for you." As a tear rolled down his cheek, he pointed to your chest.

You gave him one more hug as you raised your eyes to see his face.

"I love you, dad."

"Princess, you have my undying love. Now go out there and confront the world. Fighting for you always."

Davine held your hand as she guided you back to the present moment in time. You observed his disappearance as you bid him farewell by waving.

As soon as you regained consciousness, you hugged Davine and thanked her for her time. Afterwards, you left.

"Don't worry, y/n you got it. I've had my fair share of the Mikaelson family, so don't fret. I'm here for you."

You took a deep breath and then made your way back to the castle, smiling as you did so.

You already knew who you were on the inside; you didn't need an all-powerful family to confirm it for you. You only needed a little nudge to remember who you truly were on the inside.

The princess in your father's eyes.

"Thanks, Dad, this one for you."

[bk-poetry]

The Dangers of Kimberleigh

        “Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.”           ― Louisa May Alcott, "Little Women" I. When the morning demands you and I—         our ghosts shall pass empty resides, Against fields where lines opposing light, force and bind—         of Angel's breath and Dæmon's spine. Of shrieks louder than their first meeting's kiss—         residing now—perfection upon midnight's bliss, Abiding near the tender gardens upon the blinding dark—         creating haste of love-song made by grave Skylark. Who in joyous play—should cause collapse—

        towards serene, augmented lapse. Lapse of falling, of where gentle screams—         of every child that's ever been, Who stroke themselves against empty glass—         and where visions pray upon the grasp, Of wind—Of blinding—Of melody—         to hold faint—Immortality

II. This shall be where morning seeks—         no longer calming of beauty's cheek. Instead to lash with vain and hostile mount—         crimson over dashed and harsh doubt.   Until image engraved by forgiving rite—         speaking neglect of fiend or fiendish blight. In-versed—coole angelic heart to passéd—         passage beside Lilac's memory in mortal castéd. In the unwashed Earth, where the unwashed play—         'till they unfairly capture it from younglings— Away. Lonesomeness of watchtowers in gossamer's breast—         when airy words strangled from bless.    Reachéd by the hand—abide in fable—         quiet tho—in fruition, a single silver Maple. Shyly envisioned inside salvation's solitude—         where tenderness drowns tenderéd concludes.

III. The sister was lovely—inside my sight—         in our union—created Nature's first night. Through our throats rendered fragile lullaby—         which slaughtered silence and made soldiers cry. Her bristles—exploit in darkness—I could not see—         or merely recollect in memory. A mouth moving inside of mine—         creatures in mawkery of untouched divine. Eyes whom beatéd harder than the breeze—         to remind me—gently of the ease. Of being caught in cognitive stance.         which leaves surrender to in traditional, disciplined dance. Upon the backs of universal forestry—         and inside their stomachs to where we would meet. Offended to death by requiem—         made inside our faint dream's drum.

IV. Where dreamer's would lash upon in endless screams—         innumerable Rubies ruin'd before their first gleam. Upon reflection in lover's loss—         diminished to demise before their first gloss. It is upon the fool's finest end—         where lies his fantasy—condemned. The jester who remains as undefeat—         before death shall cause lacklustre retreat. Unaware tho, in current mode—         as body by body closely will hold. And messages of Gold conspire in streaks—         immersed—affection in mind eternally correlates oblique. Ringing and humming throughout what laid—         against blonde grass from Sin was made. Refraction's cast that betrayed—to promise me—         endless nights of haunting harmonies.

V. Held tightly in grieving borne—         broken—in new blood is sworn. Across the snow-cover'd Evergreens—         where the temptress grave is left unseen.  Not upon her kiss—did darkness fall—         alone—in shining pieces did crawl, Against creator—and thus creator hence—         bitter loving shrouded by bare defense. As her finite skin had laid eternal flesh—         of what laid inside Pine's parting mesh. Holding and crying out for uncertainty—        feelings moaned into sudden Mercenaries.

Morose and fledgling in their stand—         spiritéd to Death's light misunderstand, Of peerless eyes and broken brooks by the sea—         casting ruined cloth over our Evergreens.

VI. Unfurnished dawn may scour for length of furnished night—         quick—until mirroréd ebbed ocean does wrong. To consume the idles of Man's afraid mind—         fairest—lest His idles struck into divine.  Exclaiméd none tho, in archaic lust—         deceased—firmest in high robust. Where pleasure finds comforted pause—         inside arched-back in neglected cause. Betray the shallow grimace flee—         and ethereal composed by the breeze. Lies delicate delusion before sorrow—         that shall thieve away the Artist's morrow.

And in thievery is where the Angels lie—         angelic beasts with unlawful guise, In courts—castrated by the throat—         hardened in assumption by blackened elope.

[broqkenhearted]

𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊: Chapter 3

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝕹𝖊𝖝𝖙: Chapter 4

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘: Chapter 2

𝕿𝖆𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: Look at Bottom of Chapter (you can comment or message if you want to be in my tag list) 

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: An innocent school girl is new to SOPA. She becomes friends with the President of the school and his group. Y/N sees this one group of boys and one of them intrigues her. These boys are the “badasses” of the school and act all cold. But there is more to this boy than what is seen on the outside. This boy is no other than a vampire who is in the gang named Ateez, and finds his mate, who is none other than the innocent school girl. What love will blossom between these two?

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: bits of fluff, smut, angst, highschool au, vampire au

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: vampire!san x reader

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 4,515

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: blood, swearing, mature content (warnings beforehand)

Yunho POV

I could feel Y/N relax behind me as she snuggled herself into my back. I couldn't help but smile. She really was something else.

"Cute," I mumbled.

I hope she'll except us for who we are...

Y/N POV

The motorcycle ride ended a lot faster than I had expected. It was quite relaxing actually. I could ride all day if I could.

I hopped off the bike and took the helmet off. When I took it off, I swung my hair around in an effort to get it less tangled. I could see San staring at me as I did so. I looked over to him and it looked like his eyes just flashed purple??? I'm prolly losing my mind, so I just brushed it off. The boys invited inside their house, and may I tell you, they own a mansion. A big ass mansion to be in fact.

I was gawking at it, until I heard some of the boys chuckle.

"Holy shit, how rich are y'all?" I asked.

"A lot richer than you think," Seonghwa said cockily.

"Oh well no shit Sherlock," I responded rolling my eyes.

When we all entered the front door, the rain began to pour buckets over the city.

The house gave me an awfully sketchy vibe,  it was really dark and gloomy. "They have all this money, and they choose to live in this dark ass mansion," I thought.

"I guess I should thank y'all for making sure I don't drown in the rain," I said giggling.

"It's not a problem! In all honesty, we're surprised you walked away from Twice like that," Hongjoong responded.

"Why? They're the average obsessed bitches. Always trying to grab the popular boys' attention," I said rolling my eyes.

"Well yeah, but they won't hesitate to make your life total hell," Wooyoung sighed.

"If they seriously think I'm going to let them walk over me, they're wrong. If someone ends up dead, don't be surprised," I growled.

The guys looked at me surprised.

I sighed. "Yeah I know, I don't seem to be the person who would act like that, right? Well I'm super stiff around new people. That's why I act shy. But when people get on my nerves, shit goes down. So I'm telling y'all this now.....don't fuck with me."

"And what if we do?" Seonghwa said, smirking.

"Is that a challenge, Seonghwa?"

"Maybe...."

Immediately, I shot a serious stare at him. At first, I decided to play a stare off with him at first. I slowly walked towards him, then pounced. I tackled him to the ground and and put him in a headlock. I was in a position where I could pin his arms and legs down so he couldn't fight back.

"I told you, don't fuck with me."

At that moment, Seonghwa's eyes turned red like how San's changed earlier. I pushed him off of me and got up. I looked from Seonghwa to San in confusion.

My confused face made everyone else just as confused.

"What's wrong?" Mingi asked.

"Your eyes," I responded blandly.

At that moment all the guys except San showed faces of panic.

"Why did they turn red?"

"I think you're seeing things, Y/N."

"How could I be seeing things when it happened to San and Seonghwa?"

Yunho glared at San. San shrugged.

"Explain. I'm not stupid. You know your eyes did that. And, why the hell are you wearing clothes like that?"

"Before we say anything, please don't be scared and run off," Wooyoung sighed.

"Talk," was all I said.

The guys looked at each other as if they were trying to decide who would speak.

"Fine, I'll say it because y'all are being to big of pussies to talk," San growled. "We're vampires."

I began to laugh my ass off.

"V-Vampires?" I said between laughs. "Great joke guys."

I was suddenly pinned against a wall.

"This isn't a damn joke," San said.

His eyes were turning a dark crimson this time. I could see his fangs start to come out.

I was trying to process what was happening when San let me go.

"And before you ask, no, we aren't going to drink your blood and kill you," Jongho said.

"I should go home," I mumbled.

"You aren't going anywhere," San retorted.

"And why the hell do YOU care?" I spat.

"Are you ok?" Yunho asked.

"No, I'm not ok!" I yelled. "I fucking knew you guys were familiar. I should've known better than this."

"What do you mean?" Wooyoung replied sadly.

"What do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN!? YOU ASSHOLES KILLED HER!" I was crying at this point.

I looked back at the guys to see their eyes change to blue. I walked over to San and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"You fucking murdered my best friend," I said as I threw San to the ground.

The guys were shocked. No one has ever treated San like that. San's eyes turned black. I was a bit startled to see his eyes change to that color, but I shook the feeling off.

"You asked for it bitch!" San screamed.

The guys rushed to hold him back but I stopped them.

"Don't. I'm not scared of him or what he can do. If he's going to kill me, let him. At least she won't be alone up there anymore."

Third Person POV

Y/N collapsed on the ground in tears. The boys were heartbroken. San even felt his heart hurt a little bit. The guys looked at the poor girl unsure of what to do.

"Where's the bathroom?" Y/N asked quietly.

"Down the hallway, first door to the right," Hongjoong responded.

WARNING: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AFTER THIS POINT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Y/N got up and followed his directions to be lead to a large bathroom. Y/N locked the door and slid down against it sobbing. Little did Y/N know, the guys could hear and see her thoughts. Soon they could smell her blood.

"Guys, is that her blood!?" Yeosang asked frantically.

Yeosang decided that he wouldn't wait for their answer and just booked it to the bathroom.

"Y/N, please open the door!"

There was no response. Not even the sound of her crying could be heard. Yeosang teleported into the bathroom to see a horrific sight. Yeosang called for the guys to come, and they all teleported in to see an unconscious Y/N in Yeosangs's arms with blood pooling out of her wrists and neck. Seonghwa, being the healer of the group dashed towards a crying Yeosang. He lifted Y/N into his arms and booked it into his room to help her. The guys turned back towards Yeosang. They have rarely seen him cry before, and the fact that he was crying over a girl he met in one day was shocking.

"I-I can't believe I'm s-saying t-this, but W-Wooyoung's right. She's d-different," Yeosang barely spoke. "She c-can't die!"

The rest of Ateez felt the same way. She was different, special even. All they knew was that they were going to protect her.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa was frantically working to stop the bleeding and stitch her up. He managed to successfully do so, and he soon found himself looking at the poor girl. He walked out of his room to meet with the very worried guys.

"I think she'll be ok," Seonghwa said.

"I can't believe she actually tried to kill herself," Wooyoung said. "How are we even going to talk to her? She said we killed her best friend, she hates us!"

The guys groaned and sighed in agreement with Wooyoung.

2 Hours Later

"Urrggh," Y/N said as she woke up.

She looked around to realize that her wrists and neck are bandaged up and that she's in an unfamiliar room. Y/N arose from the bed she was laying in and proceeded to walk out. The room was attached to the hallway, so Y/N easily found her way to the living room. She could hear the sound of male voices, so Y/N assumed it was the guys. Y/N had to use the assistance of the walls to walk, so when Y/N got to the end of the hallway, she stood there leaning against the cool wall. The boys could hear movement behind them, and when they turned around they saw you there leaning against the door frame with glossy eyes. Y/N resumed her efforts of walking but San was the first person to teleport to her. He could see the pure emptiness and sadness in her eyes and it broke him apart. Before she could reject, San picked Y/N up and carried her over to the couch. She was placed between San and Seonghwa.

"How are you feeling?" Seonghwa asked.

"I've been a lot better," Y/N said with a small smile.

The guys realized that no matter what the situation is, Y/N manages to make the situation a lot lighter and brighter.

"Y/N, we are so sorry," Hongjoong started.

Y/N sighed, "I appreciate your apology, but you should know that I probably won't forgive you for it. She was the only person who made my life have light, so not having her here is really difficult."

"You look really tired, Y/N," Yeosang said.

"I just have to move around to get my blood flow back up that's all," She said.

Y/N looked back at Yeosang to his the fear in his eyes.

"You were the person who walked in, weren't you?" Y/N asked Yeosang.

Yeosang couldn't answer her. He could only let out a quiet tear.

"Come here," she said.

Yeosang hesitantly went in her direction, and stood before her. Y/N signaled for San to get up, and San followed. She patted the now open seat next to her, and Yeosang took the spot. What Y/N did next shocked everyone in the room. She hugged Yeosang and snuggled into him.

"I'm so sorry you had to walk in to find me like that," was all she said.

Yeosang couldn't help but hug her back and cuddle with her. San was looking at the two people feeling anger and jealousy boil through his veins.

"Just because I'm not a vampire doesn't mean I can't sense your guys's jealousy. So if you want a hug you gotta fight for a spot next to me," Y/N smiled.

Y/N let go of Yeosang and sat up. Seonghwa engulfed her into a large hug. She returned the hug and rubbed his back. Soon, the rest of the boys hugged her and inhaled her addictive scent. San was the only member left. This time, Seonghwa got up and let San fill his spot. He looked at her with grey eyes and then gently hugged the girl. To San, Y/N felt so small and fragile. She fit into his arms perfectly. He never wanted to let her go. She snuggled into him closer and San looked up to the guys. He gave them a look that showed how much he cared for her. There was a peaceful silence until Yunho broke it.

"Has anyone ever told you how good you smell?"

"No, what do I smell like?"

"You smell like vanilla and roses!" Yunho exclaimed happily.

"I don't use anything that has that smell though?" Y/N announced.

"Wait that means that's your natural scent! I have never met a human that smells as good as you do," Wooyoung stated.

Y/N giggled at the compliment and her laugh made the guys' hearts melt.

"I take it you wore those outfits to hide from the sun?" Y/N asked referring to the dark outfits the guys were wearing.

"Sorta. They also hide our identities from other people. There are some people who know us for what we are we hide ourselves using these clothes," San responded.

Y/N looked at her phone to check the time, and she saw that it was about 7:30 at night. The rain has stopped awhile ago, so Y/N could go home now.

"I guess I should head out so I'm not a bigger burden than I already am," Y/N said looking at the guys.

"In the condition you're in, you're not going anywhere. If you run into other vampires, they will not hesitate to drain you," Jongho said.

Y/N nodded her head in understanding what Jongho said.

"You can sleep in my room tonight, I'll sleep on the couch," San told Y/N.

"I'm not about to let you sleep on the couch in your own home," Y/N fought back.

"Y/N you need to sleep on a bed. Especially with your injuries," Seonghwa said.

"But I feel bad!"

"It's either you sleep in his bed, or he sleeps in it with you," Mingi said.

Y/N displayed a light blush on her face and looked down.

"Where is the bedroom?" Y/N asked nervously.

"It's down the hallway, last door on the left," San chuckled.

"Oh! Before you go, here are some clothes!" Wooyoung said handing her a hoodie and boxers. "If you want to take a shower, you may."

"Thanks Wooyoung!" Y/N said giving him a hug. "I'm going to take a shower then go to bed. Night guys!"

"Night Y/N!" all the guys said together.

Y/N headed towards the bathroom she was in earlier to see a light red stain on the tile floor.

"Yikes! How could I be stupid enough to think that BLOOD wouldn't stain the tile?" Y/N said to herself aloud.

Y/N undressed herself and took the bandages Seonghwa wrapped around her off. She examined the wounds on her body then felt warm liquid run down her neck. In a split second, Y/N could hear a fist banging on the door and San's voice.

"Y/N?!? ARE YOU OK?!? WHY CAN I SMELL YOUR BLOOD-"

"Hey! It's ok! I just took my bandages off, and my stitches started to bleed a little bit. I'm fine!"

"Can I see them?" San asked.

"Hold on! I don't have any clothes on at the moment!"

When San heard those words leave Y/N's mouth, his heart rate involuntarily increased. He shook off the images running through his mind when Y/N opened the bathroom door. San walked in and shut the door behind him so the smell of her blood doesn't radiate through the house. San hurried into the bathroom so he couldn't see what Y/N was wearing. When he turned around he saw Y/N only wearing her undergarments. Without realizing, San was staring at the girl in front of him admiring her figure.

"I'm sorry about what I'm wearing. It was the only thing I could wear for you to be able to see them clearly," Y/N said with a blush.

"It's ok! I was just surprised you let me see you like this," San said.

"For some reason, my heart trusts you. Even though my head doesn't because of what happened. But I trust my heart more than my mind. The only reason why I did what I did was because my head got the best of me," Y/N confessed.

A genuine smile crept up to San's face, and his eyes turned yellow.

"Do they hurt?" San asked referring to the stitches.

"It just feels like a bruised sort of pain, but it's nothing too bad," Y/N said looking at her sliced wrists.

Blood began to run down her right wrist after she touched it.

"Ouch! That hurt a bit!" Y/N said looking at her bleeding wrist laughing.

Y/N could hear small grunts and growls coming from San and that's when she remembered he's a vampire. "Well shit. How could I possibly forget that he drinks blood?" Y/N thought to herself, giving a herself a mental facepalm as well. She headed towards the sink to wash it off, but San stopped her.

"Please don't wash it off yet," he grunted.

"Why? You can barely contain yourself at the moment."

"It smells really good and I want it to last longer," San said as he stared at the burgundy liquid.

"You want some of it, don't you?" Y/N sighed.

"Of course I do, but I couldn't do that to you."

"I appreciate that, but what would happen if I let you?"

San glanced up at Y/N's face, slightly taken aback with what she just said.

"Are you trying to hint something, Y/N?"

"I mean, it's not like you're going to bite me. It came out naturally! Besides, you look the same way as you did when you did you know what. That can only lead me to believe you haven't had any in quite awhile."

"How are you so damn smart?"

"You might be good at lying San, but you can't hide everything," Y/N said with a giggle.

"I swear to god, you're too cute. But would you actually let me have some?" San looked at Y/N seriously.

"I told you, I trust my heart more than my head."

Y/N raised her wrist once she saw the blood was about to drop onto the tile again.

"There is no way in hell I'm about to stain the tile AGAIN. So, the only way to clean it is to wash it off or you have it," Y/N said looking at her bloody wrist then to the blood thirsty vampire in front of her. "No biting, ok?"

San looked at Y/N with excitement.

"I bet you taste better than you smell!"

Y/N laughed at his statement and headed over to the sink where she could sit and make sure none of her blood can stain the dAMN TILE-

Once she was situated, Y/N signaled San to get closer to her and he followed her commands. He was now standing between her thighs looking at her eyes with his golden ones.

"Ok, your eyes keep changing color, and I have no idea what it means. Could you explain the colors to me before you start?" Y/N questioned.

"Well, my eyes should be gold at the moment which means I'm seriously holding back from getting your blood. Typically when I get a serious blood lust they turn gold. Red is anger, blue is sadness, grey is regret, purple is sexual lust, green is ecstasy, and orange is possessiveness or the feeling of wanting to protect something," San explained.

"I don't think I'll remember all of that, but I'll try my best!"

The two people laughed until Y/N realized her hand was starting to pool with blood.

"Bruh, why the hell am I bleeding so much? You stitches are seriously doing a shitty job."

Y/N raised the hand filled with blood and moved it in front of San. San looked at Y/N one last time searching for a final look of assurance, and Y/N responded with a nod.

San began by drinking what was in Y/N's hand. Her hand became a cup to encapsulate it all. The first taste for San sent him into space. The fact that he hasn't fed in awhile adds to the pleasure, but her taste was the best he's ever had. As he finished what was in her hand, he looked up at her. Y/N could see his fangs and her blood all over his chin. His eyes were a vibrant gold.

"Looks like I was right. You're the best I've ever had."

"Yeah ok," Y/N said.

"Y/N if you were to leave in this state you would be dead by now. Or you would be kidnapped and used as a living blood bag. You're blood is unique. It is so much sweeter than what most humans have."

"Well lucky for you, San, my hand, neck, and wrist is covered in it. Now you can't complain from withdraws."

"I'm not complaining about it either!" San exclaimed.

"Remember San, I need to take a shower. We have classes tomorrow."

San growled.

"Can't we just skip tomorrow?" San whined.

"And do what?"

"Let you heal, Ateez aren't the only vampires at school, and I sure as hell ain't letting anyone else have you if you bleed."

San's eyes flashed orange in a sign of possessiveness.

"Fine, I'll skip. You are acting like a over protective human boyfriend," Y/N chuckled.

"Well the fact that I am drinking your blood connects me to you. I can sense your change in emotions now. The guys can because of what we are, but me doing that makes me the closest out of all of them."

San returned to cleaning you up, and now he moved onto her neck.

She tilted her head to give him more access. He leaned towards her and could see her vein protrude slightly.

"Tell me if this hurts ok? I'm going to go over the stitches."

Y/N nodded her head and he began to lick the blood running down her throat. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"San," she whispered.

San stopped what he was doing and looked at the girl in front of him. His eyes changed to a beautiful shade of purple.

"What are you doing to me, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know how I am. I'm really cold to people. But when you came along both me and the guys couldn't help but feel attracted to you. And now here I am. Drinking the best blood I've ever had, from the girl I'm interested in."

Y/N jumped off of the counter and looked in the mirror to see no blood left.

"Damn could you enjoy it any more?" Y/N said with sarcasm.

"I definitely could, babe."

Y/N blushed at the nickname. She's never been called that before. She could easily get used to it though.

"I need to take a shower now, San."

"Can I take it with you?"

"W-What?"

"You heard me. I want to take a shower with you."

"Why?"

"I don't know. This whole blood drinking thing just makes me want to be around you 24/7."

"Ok."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah sure. But...if this leads to you wanting to get closer to me just to use me for sex I will not hesitate to beat the living shit out of you."

"Oh believe me, if I wanted to play you you'd be out of my house right now."

The two chuckled and Y/N walked to turn the shower on. Once it was warm enough for her liking, she looked back at San.

"Is this too hot, San?"

San walked over to feel the water.

"Nope. It's almost as perfect as you."

"I did not expect you to be such a flirt."

"People aren't always who they seem they are Y/N."

"Yeah, I'm quite aware of that."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I mean, it's not like I'm going to be able to hide it from you forever, so I might as well get it over with."

San looked at her with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"It's my birth parents."

San looked at Y/N with interest.

"How about I tell you once we're in the shower, ok?"

San agreed and Y/N took her undergarments off. San couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was absolutely stunning to him.

"Hey! I can't be the only person naked! That's not fair!"

In the blink of an eye, San was undressed and standing in front of Y/N. He took her hand and pulled her into the shower with him. San watched as the water droplets ran down her delicate body. The way her long hair covered her exposed breasts.

"Ok, we're in the shower. Continue please," San said impatiently.

"Oh right. THEM." Y/N said with disgust in her voice. "I was not planed to be here. I'm only alive because my birth parents were retarded enough to not use protection. So when I was born, they decided they weren't ready to raise a child so they gave me to my aunt. I was a much different person back then than I am now. I used to be so caring of others and so welcoming. Now I've become more broken off and closed off. One day, they decided to show up to my house in America. They had the audacity to ask me to go back to them. They even thought that I would be willing to go with them. Ever since then, I have hated people. The fact that my best friend was murdered made it worse," San looked at Y/N with his grey eyes, "I know, vampires depend on blood to stay alive, but I was just so upset that it had to be her. I was pissed at myself for not stopping you guys. But as I thought about it, I realized neither of us would of made it out alive if I was to try and stop you. I lost trust in all people after that. I haven't made any friends for I live with the fear that they will leave me just as she did. I was still new here when she died so I had to take a lot of time to get used to my surroundings here. So here I am, a girl who lives alone and in a country that she still isn't that familiar to her yet."

Y/N was crying at this point from remembering the trauma she suffered. Without a second thought, San pinned Y/N against the shower wall and lifting her chin up with his index finger. Without a second thought he leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss that expressed how bad he felt for doing what he did to her best friend. Y/N kissed back, enjoying the sensation of his lips against hers.

They both parted from the kiss to regain their breath when San spoke...

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I knew my actions would lead to me hurting you like this, I would have never done that. I was just so desperate that if I didn't feed, I would go on a murder spree. But now I promise to never hurt you like that. I promise to protect you from everything you fear the most. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I love you so much. I never want to let you go.

𝕿𝖆𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @soyeonrai 

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Of love and dancing- Levi Ackerman

Summary: after taking back wall Maria, you and the other members of the Survey Corps, attend a ball held on your behalf.

Warnings: none, apart from some modifications of the canon story. Mentions of Erwin/Character and pure fluff.

Song to listen to: As the world caves in by Matt Maltese.

I also had this image in mind while writing this image because Levi looks amazing.

I have to thank @starrynightlys for taking the time to read this! Go check her blog if you don’t know her guys, she’s amazing ♥️

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Pink silk gently framing her well defined curves, her curly brunette locks tamed down to perfection for the first time in years in the survey corps; red juicy lips and rosy cheeks, it all combined with a soft pearly eyeshadow framed your best friends snow white pale skin making her look like a goddess out of an ancient painting. The enticing smell of roses being adding a little something to the picture in front of your eyes.

You smiled sweetly at her, quite proud of your work after the many hours you had spent locked in your room making sure that your best friend looked her best for her ball tonight.

The night had been carefully planned out from weeks before. Since the very first time she had lightly told you about her infatuation with commander Erwin Smith you had made it your duty, as you always had, to ensure her happiness by helping her lure the man. You yourself had had a certain someone in mind, from the moment the event had been announced the image of a certain raven haired captain had done anything but to roam your every thoughts. You had intended on inviting him to attend the ball with you, but for the past weeks Captain Levi had been awfully busy and you hadn’t had a chance to properly talk with him, if only to exchange a few words when you crossed paths on the hallways or delivered him one of his many cups of tea, before he drowned himself back in paperwork.

“Are you done already?” You hear your friend Maria talking from outside the door, “We’re almost done!” You responded, before rushing to the other side of the room and grabbing both your purses. You walked back to Andrea, a reassuring look on your eyes. “Are you sure he will like this?” She asked, voice trembling gently from the butterflies inside her stomach, “Trust me, he will love it.” The words were simple, but the unspoken message hidden behind them was acknowledged by you both ‘He will love you’, that particular way you had had of communicating with each other without the need of words since you were merely kids coming in handy once more.

You were greeted with your friends Maria and Rocio, each of them respectively holding Jean’s and Connie’s arm, while Sasha happily waited for you leaning on the door. Maria shook her head jokingly while complaining “Took you long enough in there to get ready” to what Connie and Rocio agreed while Jean added with a smooth smile “But has it been worth the wait, though”. You all laughed at his comment while Maria crossed her arms, playing offended with her boyfriend as he tried to get her to forgive him.

Once in the castle, your eyes widened in fascination. It was the biggest, fanciest place you had ever stepped your foot at. You were pretty sure, by the look of Andrea’s face, that given her rich familiars she had been to places similar to this before, but given that the place most similar to this that you had ever gone to was the upper class restaurant at the end of your street back at wall Maria, and the fact that the establishment wasn’t comparable to the luxuries and the greatness of the palace left you speechless and feeling quite out of place.

At the end of the room you could hardly pick out Historia, now Queen Historia, from the thousands of people in the room. After successfully taking back wall Maria, and having properly mourned the fallen soldiers, she and her ministers had decided to hold a ball in order to commemorate the Survey Corps and its members. And you couldn’t be any more grateful to her for any of this.

Returning your attention back to the room, you saw Sasha make her way to the food tables as Jean and Maria and Connie and Rocio drifted off to the dance floor, getting lost in between the many couples swaying together, as you tried unsuccessfully to find both your superiors. Making your way through the room, holding hands with Andrea in order to not get lost, you walked along the room a few times failing miserably in your search. Dizzy and bothered by the many people in the room you both walked away to a quiet corner hidden in between a few columns, sitting in a forgotten table that had been placed there you took in the look of disappointment in your friend’s eyes, so in order to light up the mood you asked her “Would you like for me to go and pick up a few snacks and drinks before Sasha finishes with it all?” She nodded faintly as you stood up walking once more towards the buffet.

As you walked back to your table, plates in hand and two glasses filled to the brim with the most expensive wine you had ever tasted, you finally found the men you had been searching for hours ago, Squad leader Hange and them sitting all together in a table in one of the most crowded places of the room. Without losing a moment, and leaving your food behind, not before taking a last sip of your wine, you made your way towards them with steady steps. When you were close enough to their table you made your presence known with a gentle cough and a loud enough “Commander!”

As the tall blond turned to face you, you tried your best to ignore Levi’s piercing eyes looking directly at you. “Cadet (Y/L/N), what a pleasure to see you here. Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked you, but you didn’t fail to notice how he seemed to be searching for someone behind you. “Indeed I am, sir” you answered politely “but I wish I could say the same for my friend Andrea, over there” you added, pointing back at were your best friend sat, patiently waiting for your return “She has been awfully bored since we got her. But I’m pretty sure it’s not something a nice dance couldn’t solve”.

Erwin stood up from his chair almost immediately after your words, and you weren’t really sure that he had even heard your words as he walked away, a bright smile on his face. Hange laughed almost hysterically at the scene playing out before their eyes while you took the seat Erwin had occupied moments before, sitting right next to the man you had been dying to come to this same ball from long ago. You were about to speak, fearing to fall into an awkward silence, when you hear the captain’s smooth voice talking to you “I actually thought he wouldn’t end up asking her for a dance given how things were going. Though he probably hasn’t talked about anything else for the past few hours”, you chuckled in response, turning yourself back to face him.

Levi looked dashing, dressed in a pristine black suit and hair slicked back, giving him some sort of aristocracy air to his appearance. You could feel your heart skip a bit and once again you found yourself growing insecure about your appearance, asking yourself if the plain cream coloured dress and golden high-hills you had come with and your barely noticeable makeup were enough for the place you were at. “You... you look amazing, Captain” you told him, a sweet smile on your face, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks and ear “You look pretty too” he answered back, as if he could read your thoughts "and cut the formalities, tonight we are not in a mission" laughing at his comment you agreed with him, leaning back on your sit not without catching another glass of wine from one of the butlers trays. The next 30 minutes were spent in a comfortable silence, as you entertained yourself with watching your friends and their partners dance to the music, and enjoying your wine along the many decorations of the room. It was then that the music came to an end, the musicians getting ready to play a new symphony, that you finally got the chance you had been waiting for. “Levi...” you called for his attention making him turn back to you “ would you care for a dance?” He looked taken back by your question, his posture getting totally stiff and a disturbed look on his face “I’m sorry, I...” Levi spoke, voice low and trembling, as if he didn’t know how to phrase his next sentence “You...” you spoke back, trying to encourage him as you placed your right hand on top of his, which rested upon the table, and drawing small circles against his skin. He inhaled deeply and said in a rush “I don’t know how to dance”.

You weren’t able to stop a small chuckle from escaping from your lips, to what the man next to you reacted by straightening himself once more and trying to get off your touch. In an attempt to solve the situation you came closer to him, a sweet look on your face “Levi, it’s okay if you don’t know how to dance... follow me” a small smile took over his face, what made your heart skip a few beats at the sight, and his eyes glimmered in amusement as he nodded in agreement and extended one of his hands for you to take it. Doing so, you walked him out of the lounge to a small and solitary room you had spotted once you walked inside the palace, there you could still follow the music without getting swallowed by the mob of dancing couples and without worrying about judicious looks. Intertwining your fingers with his long ones, you placed his left hand upon your waist at the same time that he pulled your closer to he’s chest, a shiver traveling both your bodies making goosebumps appear because of the proximity. The song began and you started to move, almost gracefully, around the dance floor. In a moment of braveness, you decided to place your head against his chest, listening to the rapid rhythm of his heart against his rib cage; you breathed in deeply, his usual scent of tea leaves, old wood, and soap slightly masked by the scent of his cologne. As you continued dancing you could feel his body relaxing against yours, his steps becoming less unsure as you twirled around the place, your whole attention laid on one another.

Songs began and songs ended and there you spent the rest of the night, twirling around the room in your Captain’s arms, detached from the rest of the world that stayed behind a closed door.

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Just One More Time

Part 2

Read Part 1 here!

Harry was insufferable, and he knew it.

Unfortunately for you, you could see his face, even in the darkness of the room. Between his phone’s screen and the moonlight, you could see him grin, and you were more than ready to turn around and leave his apartment. Maybe sleeping in the hallway wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

“I don’t want to sleep with you,” you patiently said, as if he were a child and you were explaining to him why he couldn’t have the candy he wanted. “I just want to sleep.”

It was true. The events of the night had left you drained and your ankle still felt sore from the moment you twisted it and your heel broke. You shouldn’t have gone out that night, you kept repeating to yourself. 

Harry provided you with your first triumph of the night, as he got up from his comfortable spot on the couch. But it was a short-lived sentiment because as soon as Harry stood in front of you. It was a new kind of feeling, only being able to feel him and not see him. Your skin prickled at his breath that fanned over your heated skin and the air filled with his sweet smell of oranges on a crisp summer morning.

You wondered if he was looking at you with those intense eyes of his, that seemed to want to look into your very soul and rob you of all of your secrets. Or if his lips were as pink as you remembered them, or if they tasted just as sweet.  

“Just sleep?” Harry asked with a deep voice, and your body tingled in parts it should most definitely not be tingling. 

“Y-yes.”

“Your call, then,” he said, with a smile that lingered in the air, and felt him walk away from you. 

Well, it felt like you had made the wrong one. 

You followed Harry to the room, once again walking close behind him so you wouldn’t knock anything over, you were very good at getting random bruises. And maybe Harry sensed that because his hand found yours, and he laced your fingers with his, as he guided you to the safety of his bed. Under any other circumstances, his touch would’ve been innocent enough to go unnoticed, but now, it brought the memory of the burning feeling of his fingers on your skin, and flashes of memory from that night. You had fucked all night. If it was just going to be one more time, why the fuck not?

Harry stopped as you got to the mattress and his hand left yours, going to your waist instead. The world stopped and you paralyzed with it, forgetting how to breathe as you waited for his next move. It could be anything, you truly didn’t care, because maybe then you would forget about the night, and you needed to forget. 

But, to your disappointment, Harry wasn’t planning anything other than to help you climb on the bed, and you blindly made your way under the blankets, until you reached the pile of pillows you had set up for yourself earlier. 

“So, how do you wanna do this?” Harry asked as he sat on the mattress. Oh, you wanted to do this in a lot of ways. But none of them seemed like something you could say out loud. So you stayed quiet, rolling the cotton fabric of his sheets between your fingers waiting for him to take the first guess. “Should I hug you? Would that keep you warm?” Harry offered and you nodded, not fully realizing that he couldn’t see you. “Use your words.”

“Yes, please,” you said, as energy ran up your spine. “Why do you sound like you enjoy ordering people around in bed?”

“Because I do,” Harry replied and there was a smirk on his lips. You didn’t even need to see it to know it.

That night, Harry hadn’t stayed long enough for you to cuddle. You had woken up wrapped up in the safety of your own bed, and your legs still felt weak and euphoria still bubbled in your belly. The untouched side of the bed didn’t bother you, you said to yourself. Why would it?

So, having him lie next to you was a whole new feeling. He was careful as he laid down and his legs pressed up to the back of yours. Out of instinct, your legs tangled with his, spreading apart enough for him to let his thigh sneak between yours and for you to curl your ankle around the back of his calf. His fingers traveled gingerly over your thigh and up your hips, until he settled them on the curve of your waist, looping his arm around it as you shifted closer to his chest. His breath fanned over the nape of your neck, and you shivered as you felt his lips grazing your shoulder as he started to speak.

“You’re just wearing a shirt?” Harry asked and you had to drown out a grunt of despair, pretty sure that your voice would give up on you if you tried talking. 

“I’m not wearing any pants of yours,” you said.

“Why not?”

“Because...you could’ve done things...and they could be dirty...and I’m not risking it.”

“What kind of things?” Harry teased you. He knew the answer very well, he just wanted to hear you say it.  

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Please, tell.”

Not being able to see him while in an unfamiliar room meant that you could feel him everywhere around you. He had shifted to prop himself up, you knew that much, but your eyes still refused to see much more than the outline of his body. The goosebumps all over your skin told you just how close he was. 

“I mean, you might’ve touched yourself…”

“And?” He pressed. 

“And...cum might be in your pants.”

“That night I came a few times in your pussy, that didn’t seem to bother you. You cleaned me off with your tongue, remember?” Harry was enjoying himself, pressing your buttons hard enough to get you mad, but also, to make you think about the night he fucked you as you had never been fucked before. You remembered it well, especially in your lonely nights and in your long showers.

“Did I? I cannot remember.”

Harry lied back down on the bed, and once again, an electric wave rolled down your body, reacting to his presence next to you. It did the trick because you felt warm enough already.

“So, what were you doing home tonight?” You asked, wanting to get rid of the tension that was filling the air. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Are you sure? Does she know that?” Now it was your turn to tease him. She was blonde and fucking gorgeous, and she smiled at you like you shared a secret whenever you run into each other in the hallways. She had that satisfied smile every time. 

“Sure…”

He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it, and you weren’t sure you wanted to insist too much. He could still kick you out of his house, and you found yourself to be too damn comfortable in his bed. So, you stopped pressing. It wasn’t your problem, anyway. 

****

Electricity buzzed on again sometime around the night, because the heater was on in the morning, and you had already peeled off a couple of layers, with blankets bunching up around your feet, while Harry and you still cuddled up in bed. 

It wasn’t like you had noticed, because you were blissfully unaware of the world around you. Harry’s arms surrounded you, his fingers tangled in your hair while his other hand went under your shirt, as you hid your face on the crook of his neck. Nothing could bother you at that moment, except for the loud banging on the door. 

You jolted up, untangling yourself hastily from Harry as you begrudgingly opened your eyes and sneered at the air. Whoever it was was relentless, ringing the bell as if their life depended on it. 

“Harry…” you prodded him, but there wasn’t much response coming from him. He turned around and buried his face into the pillow. “Harry!?” You insisted, this time shaking his body with your hands. 

“Hhmm?”

“Someone’s at the door.”

“Could you please open it?” He said without bothering to wake up completely. You could see that he was doing his very best not to. 

“What if it’s your girlfriend? And she drags me by my hair?”

“It won’t be.”

You weren’t too sure about his answer, but it seemed like it was the only one you were going to get because he shifted in the bed and buried himself even deeper between the blankets. So you sighed, deeply and morosely, and got up from the bed because there’s a sense of urgency in the way they’re knocking and you don’t want to be responsible for someone’s death. If it was indeed his girlfriend, you hoped that she would focus her rage on him, and leave you alone. 

The cold of the morning was much more forgiving to you than it had been in the night, and the thought of putting on pants only crossed your mind as soon as you opened the door, and Mrs. Lee, from 6C, looked at you from head to toe. She looked confused, to say the least, checking back on your apartment to see if she hadn’t knocked on the wrong door.

“Mrs. Lee?” You smiled at her, leaning on the door as your pretty neighbor got her composure back. Her fingers grazed over her gold chain and she offered you a dashing smile. Her cleavage was stunning and in full display and you found yourself struggling to look away from it. It was so early, so cold. 

“I’m sorry, I was looking for Harry, I need his help with...something.”

Oh, where’s Mr. Lee, darling? Could he not possibly help? You thought, but those questions were pushed down in your brain, not daring to come out and live in the air. 

“He’s asleep,” you smiled brightly and you could see the wheels turning in her head, as she wondered...“But I’ll make sure he gets the message.”

“He is asleep?” She asked, and for a second there, you felt bad. It surely was not the answer she was expecting. You had always wondered why she stayed with Mr. Lee, who was considerably older than her, not very attractive and not very energetic. Money was always the easiest answer. Love never came to mind. 

“Yeap.”

“Oh...so you slept here?”

“I will tell Harry you came to visit,” you smiled in response, and slowly closed the door on your stunned neighbor’s face. As soon as she was out of sight, a wicked grin formed on your face, and a rush of energy bubbled in your tummy as you made your way to Harry’s room. 

So, Mrs. Lee...

“Who was it?” Harry asked as soon as you walked through the door. He was sitting down on the bed, with his sheets wrapped around his waist. He was shirtless, and probably only wearing his boxers because as you peered around the room, you noticed that his sweatpants were on the floor, and he looked even more inviting than you could remember. Your imagination ran wild, no matter how hard you tried to shut it down, and you had to make an effort to remember about your half-naked neighbor by his door. 

“It was Mrs. Lee,” you managed to smirk. “She said she needed your help, which I think it’s code for her wanting you to fuck her.”

“You think?” Harry chuckled and you waltzed closer to him until you were standing in front of him. 

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first neighbor you fucked.”

“Or the one I want to fuck the most,” he smiled.

“No? Who’s that?”

***

The day Harry moved into the building, everyone knew about it. You were having a Very Busy Day being a Very Stressed and Very Overworked Junior Associate, so you barely noticed the fuzz around the building. The last exciting thing that had happened there was when Ms. Rose had forgotten to turn off the tap of her bathroom and had caused a leak in Mr. Grump’s apartment (or Mr. Jackson, to those unfamiliar with the man), so the arrival of a handsome, British, young, single man, was bound to cause a stir. 

Pink was the first one to come to his door and make him pet her like it was her right and his duty to do so. Some of your neighbors looked at the interaction with dreamy eyes and wondered if he would do the same for them. 

You didn’t get an opportunity to meet him. You didn’t care how much Ms. Rose would gush about him, dropping hints that you two would make a lovely couple and should give her the grandchildren she could only dream about, you just wished he didn’t play the guitar in the middle of the night when you were trying to focus on typing the perfect email for your neurotic boss. 

The first time you saw Harry wasn’t in the hallways of your building, or when he opened the door for you and helped you carry your groceries. The first time you saw Harry, he was a stranger on the train looking at the passing city through the dirty window. You couldn’t stop looking at his golden eyes that reflected the inclement light of the sun, or at the bob of his Adam's apple, when he tilted his head back, enjoying the music a little bit too much. His headphones were almost as big as his head and his world seemed rather peaceful. And maybe you were staring too hard because when your eyes met, you realized his weren’t really golden, but green, curiosity glinted in his stare and a small smirk tugged up the corner of his lips. 

That very same day, you saw him again at the coffee shop you usually visited on Fridays, when you would reward yourself for getting to the end of the week still employed, by buying a large portion of the most scrumptious chocolate cake ever. And even though it wasn’t Friday yet, you needed a win or a shot of sugar, it didn’t matter which one. You sat on your usual corner, with a tall glass of sparkling water and a large piece of cake, that you would have to work out for 5 days straight. You licked a spoonful of chocolate and your gaze wandered around the shop, which was full of trinkets and dolls, only to be stopped at the sight of the boy from the train. He was tall and lean, and his smile lit up the place as he picked up his order, and carried with ease all four cups of coffee and three small boxes. For a second, it seemed like he wasn’t going to see you, but you still dragged your feet under the table, making yourself smaller by sinking into your chair, just in case. But of course, he turned, perhaps because he felt your stupid, burning stare, and when his eyes fell on you, you could see a glint of surprise and amusement in them. The way he looked at you made you shiver down to your toes. A group of people passed by him and he disappeared with them. Maybe you had dreamt him, you truly did need to take an 8 hours long nap. 

A couple of weeks after, you were certain that your mind was playing tricks on you, and maybe you were still behind on your sleep schedule, cause the boy from the train was standing by your door, this time without a shirt on. His sweaty body was almost gleaming, and your eyes traveled down his body without your permission, taking notes of the muscles on his chest and the ink spilled randomly across his skin. 

There was no time to react, not when he was looking at you as he remembered you, the peeper, and a mocking smile was starting to curl his lips upwards. So you took a sharp breath, and like the coward you were, you got into your apartment and slammed the door behind you as hard as you could. 

Then came the girls, and the screams, and the deep-seated annoyance that could easily be hatred or envy, it depended on the night. Then came the passive-aggressive notes asking him to shut it, and the chocolate bonbons he would leave by your door right before you got from the gym, a smiley face and an “a sweet for my sweet” corny note, and the way he would laugh entirely too hard once you banged the door shut. How he would roll his eyes at your boyfriend, and you would tut-tut in disapproval every time you caught a glimpse of a new girl. 

You knew Harry’s type, too pretty and he knew it, too cool and he enjoyed it. Experience had scarred you enough. 

You know better than to pin for him.

****

“You,” Harry replied, and the simplicity of his words made your bones tremble. Your mind ran wild with images of what could be. 

“Too bad we already used that chance,” you whispered at Harry, at the same time you took a step back just for good measure. Being close to him made you weak at the knees and you had no time for that. 

“Did we?”

“We did.”

“What if…” Harry considered his words and you had a bubbly feeling in your chest that assured you that whatever it was that he was going to suggest, you were going to say yes. “We make that our trial run to see how good we could be, and now we give it a real try.”

“Just one more time?”

“If you want. Or we can make a deal.” He said, the confidence of a man who knew damn well he had already won. 

Your heart, your poor heart. There was a bubbliness in your chest, and you could jump so fucking high. 

“What?”

“I get to try to make cum just as many times. So, if you came around my cock,” he said, raising one finger in the air. His smile was devilish, delicious. “My tongue.” Two fingers in the air. “My fingers.” Harry held three fingers in the air and you felt a sudden need to grab his hand and suck on them. “More than once with some.”

He was right, you almost blacked out with pleasure, barely able to express just how fucking good it felt, other than with guttural noises every time he rammed into you. It wasn’t nice or soft, but desperate and hungry, and you had quite preferred it that way. 

“It was 4,” you whispered, your tongue swiping across your dry bottom lip. Who knew if it had been 4, 5, or 6, or maybe it was 0 and you had dreamed the whole fucking thing. 

“So, 4 times.”

“Is that a promise, Styles? Am I to expect you to make me cum several times every time we fuck?” You smirked and raised your eyebrows, offering a mocking stance that Harry had learned to appreciate. Crave, even. “What if you don’t?”

“Then we save the rest for a rainy day.”

“Until I’m just one more name in that long list of yours,” you said and you didn’t know how you managed to do that, because there was a void that sat on the lower part of your tummy, hungry, demanding. 

“S’not that long. And you’re on a list of your own.”

Your shy smile was like fuel. He didn’t quite understand how you managed to fire him up so much, while still blushing, so fucking unaware of the effect that you had on him. You made him dizzy, which he didn’t even know was possible. Butterflies were just a myth. 

This time, there was no doubt he was the first one to kiss you, stalking down to you before either one could think things through. There are moments in life where just your brain isn’t enough. 

His hands wandered down your body, nails digging on your flesh as your bodies started to mold to each other. The need to bite him and lick him overpowered your senses and you looped your arm around his shoulders, just in case he would get any ideas of taking back his promise.  

You kissed him, not in a nice way, but more in a “you fucked me a month ago and I saw God, why haven’t you fucked me more?” kind of way. But your enthusiasm was met with Harry’s need to explore and taste your mouth. He wasn’t in a hurry, he never seemed to be, and still, he was able to set your body and your heart ablaze, matching the rhythm of his own. You could feel it beating hard underneath your fingertips. 

Your fingers pushed into his curls and you pulled lightly on them, as his tongue massaged yours. His soft grunt echoed down your body, the electric pull making you shiver as his fingers found the round of your ass again, and he took a step further until you had no other choice but to lie down on his bed. 

You weren’t wearing much, just his white cotton shirt and your underwear, while Harry only had his black boxers on, tight and short. He was lean and his chest was muscled in the perfect kind of way, while his hips were still soft and round, and you wanted to do was bite him there, trail your mouth down his navel until you could take his cock in your mouth and kiss it, lick it, suck it, so you could taste him. 

Your hands traveled down the soft skin of his neck, the firmness of his collarbones, and the tautness of his chest, and his breath turned sharp into the kiss as your fingertips brushed over his tummy. The kiss was soft and deep, slow and maddening, and Harry enjoyed the way you felt under his fingers, warm and sweet if anyone was fool enough to believe you. You were made out of fire, and even if he didn’t know how to put it into words, you made him curious and eager to learn the taste of your skin and the map of your body. 

Harry pulled away from your kiss, but he didn’t give you time to whine about it, like you had begun to do, because he kissed the hinge of your jaw and down your neck, making you shiver as he licked your delicate skin. His hands pressed to your thighs and as he trailed them up your body, he riled up the cotton shirt you were wearing. As he grazed over your waist, a shy smile curled up the corner of your lips, and you obediently raised your arms and let him take the shirt off of you, and went lie down on the bed so Harry could hover over you and trail kisses down the valley of your chest. 

As Harry stopped kissing you and looked down at you, he did something he had never done before. His fingers wrapped around your throat and he stared at your face, as your pouty lips formed into an ‘o’ and your eyes went wild with lust when he squeezed lightly. He was still looking at you as his fingers went under your panties and he grazed a fingertip over your wet slit, and he wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something about the way you arched your back and opened your mouth for him that made his lower tummy burn. 

“Do you want me to fuck you, babe?” He asked, drawing tight little circles on your clit. He knew very damn well the answer to his question, he could feel it from how wet you were and how easily he could slide one finger in your center, then two. His thumb brushed over your clit and his lips spread into a grin as you visibly shuddered for him.

Now, he had to play his cards very carefully. 

“Yes,” you laughed deliriously, maybe from the lack of oxygen in your brain. “Please, fuck me right now.”

There was something about having sex with Harry that was quite different from what you defined as sex. Yes, there was a lot of fucking involved, but you weren’t the giver as much as the receiver. Harry was careful and sexy and giving, and he liked to see you moan and roll your eyes to the back of your head with sheer pleasure, and so, he kissed and touched your body in just the right ways to get everything out of you. Your body held a lot of joy and pleasure and he seemed to want it all for himself. 

4 times. You had 4 more chances to look up to. 

But Harry didn’t do as you wanted, not right away at least. His thumb kept drawing lazy circles on your clit, while his fingers rhythmically fucked you, rubbing the spongy spot of your walls every time. Harry let go of your throat, to your disappointment, and he lied down next to you, pushing down the fabric of your bra to play with your nipple, pulling on it before he sucked it into his mouth, and moved his thumb just a little faster. Your trembling fingers tangled in his hair and you pulled on it as Harry drove you to the edge. It started in your curling toes and bubbled up to your legs until it settled in your belly, pulsing and fiery, making you quiver and tensed up at the same time. 

You were so close that you could already feel the start of a delicious high, clouding your mind and taking over your entire body. So, you felt more than a little inconvenienced when Harry stopped. Your eyes flew open and you glared at the stupid smirk that had printed on his pink lips. Yes, your nose flared and you opened up your lips to protest, but you were soon silenced as Harry’s fingers hooked around your panties, and he pulled down your legs as he went to stand between them. 

“C’mere, babe,” Harry smiled, and his fingers curled around your thighs and pulled you to the end of the bed, just as he got on his knees for you. Your laugh bounced off the walls, but it was soon cut short by the deeply heartfelt ‘fuck’ that came at the feeling of his tongue lapping across your wet slit. It felt thick between your lips and its tip slid in your center, pumping in once and twice before he went back to focus on your sensitive clit, pulling it between his lips as he sucked it. 

“Harry, fuck,” you moaned. His fingers were now pumping into you as well, as his tongue played with your clit. 

Harry was everywhere, the fingers of his free hands were pressing on your tummy so you couldn’t arch your back, but he could feel it starting to tremble, just as your knees, which were hooked around his shoulders, did the same. His eyes couldn’t tear off of you, so he watched you as your mouth hung open and your eyes scrunched up closed, your messy hair sticking to your forehead. You were close again, throbbing around his tongue, and clamping your legs around his head without control. His name was a prayer in your lips. 

It wasn’t fair when he stopped and he knew it.

“I fucking hate you,” you whined, all pouts and glares, coming down from your rush. You were so close, it took you a couple of seconds to regain control of your body, and light spams still took over your belly. 

“You don’t,” Harry smiled in response. “Come and take off my boxers.”

You did as you were told, sitting on the bed with a slight bounce of anticipation and looking up at Harry in his eyes as you tugged on his boxers, pushing them down from his hips, the round of his ass and his meaty thighs, and ignoring his cock, as it sprang free from the restrictions of the fabric. 

Harry wasn’t fully hard, and his sharp breath filled the air when you wrapped your lips around his cock, taking as much of him as you could and hollowing your cheeks to suck him tightly. He grew heavier and thicker on your tongue, and if you looked up, you would’ve been able to see the veins of his neck popping up as he threw his head back with pleasure. 

“Fuck, baby,” Harry moaned, which was fucking music to your ears, as you wrapped your fingers around his length and twisted them around while you sucked the tip, lapping your tongue sloppily around it and kissing it. There was a new hunger about the way you did it, a new need to give him half the pleasure he had provided. But as Harry’s cock twitched for the first time against your lips, his hands pressed to your shoulders and he made you stop as he pushed you back to bed, so you lied down for him, with your legs spread open and your fingers between your lips as you licked them. 

The slight burn of your walls as Harry pushed his tip inside you made you moan, and you arched your back to adjust to him. Harry smiled as your hands brushed over his neck and your fingers tangled on his soft curls, and he pressed his body to yours to kiss you softly and deeply, matching the slow pace of his hips. 

“Can you hold it for me?” Harry whispered against your lips, his voice already strained. 

“I can do anything for you right now,” you whispered back. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to hold it, though. Harry was picking up his rhythm, and he thrust his hips hard and fast against yours, while he kissed your neck and your chest and his deep grunts rumbled over your skin, adding to the fire that was crippling up again your skin, raising goosebumps everywhere and making your body shiver without your permission. 

You needed to hold it, but it hard, because Harry was hitting just the right place, that spongy spot between your walls that made your walls clench every time, and he kept sucking and licking on whatever skin he could find, particularly excited about taking your nipple between his lips and lapping his tongue sloppily on the sensitive skin. You needed to hold it, but your mind could barely put thoughts together anymore, much less remember what restrain meant.

“Be a good girl foh’me...fuck…” Harry whispered in your ear, and you whined at his words, closing your eyes as blissful waves pushed against your walls, ready to roll all over your body. You were more than ready to cry out of pleasure, but as you clamped your legs around his hips, Harry’s thrust became sloppier and his legs went stiff as he looked for his own high. So you brought his face to yours and kissed him hard and deep, at the same time you rocked your hips and clenched your walls to tip him over that edge.“Can I come in your pussy?”

“Yes, please, do that. Cum in my pussy.” It took him a few more seconds, or maybe it was minutes, time was weird and it didn’t really matter in times like this, to get there, but you felt yourself get warm as his juices filled you and turned into a kaleidoscope full of bright colors that made your head spin. The fire that burned in your tummy spread across your body, and your bodies kept moving as you rode the high, sharing lazy kisses and soft touches. 

Harry lied down on the bed when he rolled off of you, and you pressed your clammy body to him, to kiss on his chest and his neck. 

A nagging voice in the back of your head told you that you should not get too comfortable in Harry’s bed and that you should get up and leave before he told you to do it, but it didn’t seem like the thought was even crossing his mind, because he was drawing mindless patterns on your back and looking at you with a lazy smirk. 

“Had fun?” He asked and you nodded, resting your head against his shoulder so he could hug you. 

“Had lots of fun. Could’ve had a lot more if you had let me cum.”

“I told you, we can keep’em for a rainy day or a sunny one, I don’t fucking care.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“You want some pizza? I’m fucking hungry.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. No pineapple, please,” you said, to which he snorted. You just weren’t sure if it was a snort of agreement or one of protest. You watched him, as he got up from the bed and went to pick his phone, fiddling with it while he ordered the pizza, hopefully, one without pineapple. He looked fucking good, sweaty and naked, all yours to ogle at. You must have blushed when he turned around, cause curiosity glinted in his green eyes and he rushed to bed to climb over you, the weight of his body pinning you down to the mattress. It didn’t matter, it gave you a chance to play with his curls. 

“What?” He asked and smiled childishly when you shook your head. “Just so you know, I have never fucked Mrs. Lee,” he said, which was not what you were expecting. “She sometimes comes here and asks me to fix shit for her. I think she wants company.”

“Nah, she wants to fuck you.”

“I’m not interested.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

“She’s not...we’re not together anymore.”

“Why?”

“I met her after that night, and I really liked her...I guess I was the only one that thought we were exclusive,” he shrugged, even though, if you listened carefully, there was a hint of hurt in his voice. Was it his ego that hurt? or was it his heart? Very different and yet, similar enough for people to mistake them for one another. 

“Oh...”

“It’s ok, we weren’t really nothing, I was just getting my hopes up.”

“Love suck, man. We should form our own club: the broken-hearted bunch.”

Hiiiii, thank you for reading!! It truly means the world to me! If you liked this story, and maybe want more, please let me know! I am currently writing for “me”, so any type of feedback would be greatly appreciated, as it helps me to find out if you want me to keep sharing! Also, a reblog would help me spread my stories around, but if you don’t feel like it, it’s ok. Have a nice day, and very very happy holidays!  

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Dulce Periculum Pt. 2

Summary: Devious and devilish, your two new impish hybrids never miss a chance to torment you for your hopeless attraction to them, knowing exactly what they do to you. But is sly sexuality and enigmatic allure all there is to the tiger and wolf hybrid, or do the depths of their eyes hide something more for you? Part 2/2.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 8.8k

Pairings: Tiger Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader X Wolf Hybrid!Jeongguk

Warnings: Taehyung has some tiger parts that you might wanna google, knotting, too much cum, creampie, cumplay(?), penetrative hardcore sex, oral sex (f and m recieving), slight ass play, threesome, swearing, ugly crying lol.

Part 1 | Part 2 (complete)

****

Bewildered, Jeongguk stood rooted on his feet for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. He had expected surprise from you, maybe even a little bit of disgruntlement, which he could deal with and have you back in his arms in no time. 

Instead, he’d just watched you cry for the first time. And he was the reason. 

Muscles snapping back into action, he dashed after you, shouldering past many a drunk people impolitely. Jackson wasn’t gonna be happy with him for slacking off on bouncer duty, and shoulder checking club-goers on top of it, but right now he couldn’t give a flying fuck about anybody but his owner. He was a little shaken, second guessing everything. 

He knew you were attracted to them. It was crystal clear you wanted them. Although he admits it wasn’t the most ethical thing to not reveal his identity to you, but he was a hybrid! He hadn’t considered that possibility until after you kissed him. Because for him, he could recognise your scent from among a crowd of people blindfolded. But what had he done that was so bad you would cry? 

He was thoroughly distressed by the time he burst through the exit, frantically looking for you among the few people still straggling outside. His panic rose when he couldn’t spot you. Willing his heart to calm, he took a deep breath, immediately picking up your scent in the air. Turning left, he followed the scent trail and just as he turned a corner he spotted you. The blue of your dress was stark against the otherwise dim surroundings, like a neon light in the dark. You were stumbling along the pavement, clearly the alcohol was doing its job, but he could also hear your angry mutterings. For someone who was usually quiet and never drew attention to herself, you were swinging way too opposite your usual scale of behaviour. As he speeded up to catch up to you, he realised he wasn’t the only one to notice. 

Some humans loitering beside an alleyway a few metres ahead were very opening leering at you, attention firmly on your swaying figure perfectly on display in your skin tight dress as they watched you approach. He broke into a run, anger and fear for you battling inside him. 

“Back the fuck off!”, he shouted when he saw one of them break from the group to approach you. 

Hearing him you stopped in your angry stride abruptly, not turning around to look at him. When he caught up to you, he placed a protective hand on your shoulder immediately, glowering at the men who still seemed to be not getting his message, the man who had stepped forward was observing you both with a critical eye. Likely gauging whether he and his gang could take him up or not. 

“___, lets go home.”, Jeongguk whispered in your ear from behind, and you jolted hearing your actual name from his mouth. 

It seemed he couldn’t get one thing right this night because you turned on him so fast he startled back.

Pointing a finger at his chest, you raged with mascara smudged tears running down your face. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you! Fuck off! I’m done being a toy you can play with!”

Jeongguk gaped at you for a moment, the sight of you so distressed and angry had him feeling a little helpless. He reached for you, but you flinched back, stumbling in your heels. 

A pain bloomed in his chest, like a glass shard lodged in skin and he was convinced that it was his own doing which had put it there. Doing his best to appear harmless, he gently caught your cold hand to stabilise you. 

“__, I’m sorry. We can sort this all out at home, okay. Let me take you home.”, he spoke softly, his ears folded over on his head as he placed his other hand on the small of your back. 

He was never one to display the typical domestic hybrid behaviours so many humans associated hybrids in general with. He was a wolf, he acted like one. But right now, all he wanted to do was give you puppy dog eyes and ask for warm hugs till you forgot about whatever he’d done to fuck up things so bad. 

Tonight wasn’t his night though.

“Oh now you wanna call me by my name, huh? What happened to “owner”?”, your voice was dripping with derision, a sneer on your tear-streaked face. 

“Is that guy bothering you?”, one of the creepy guys who had been leering at you asked, ironically. Giving Jeongguk a smirk, he ambled a little closer towards you.

Jeongguk’s hackles rose, his wild instincts thrumming to protect his territory which was currently under threat for all he cared. But these guys were humans, he had to be cautious, if he beat them into a pulp like he was itching to, he could end up in jail for a long time, or worse be put down without a proper trial. Hybrids weren’t treated like the rest of the general population when it came to acting in self defence. 

On top of that he was a trained fighter. He could lose his license as a trainer if he put his hands on these puny, malnourished bastards. 

But Jeongguk swore if the pervert took one more step towards you he’d throw caution to the wind, chance his luck and cave the fuckhead’s face in with his fist. 

You turned your head to look at the guy in confusion, having not even realised someone was there in the first place. The guy had the audacity to put out his hand for you to take. 

Jeongguk growled threateningly, a sound that came deep from his chest, lengthened canines on display as he bared his teeth in a predatory snarl. 

The pervert faltered, hand falling to his side as he swallowed, but making another shameless attempt he called out to you, “Come with me sweetheart. We can go anywhere you like. Or would you like us to beat up this dog for you?”

You recoiled, disgust clear on your face as you pressed into Jeongguk’s chest to get away from them. 

Jeongguk suppressed his smile when you, very drunkenly, put them in their place. 

“My hybrid broke a hulking bear’s jaw yesterday, do you guys want a bone alignment too? Or maybe you have a death wish?”, you asked sarcastically, wildly pointing at them to make your point.

Jeongguk had had enough of stalling out on this cracked pavement, under broken streetlights and he could tell you were getting cold. He was getting you home within the next ten seconds or else. 

Swiftly removing the black button down he was wearing, that all club employees were supposed to wear, he wrapped it around your shoulders as you gesticulated at the men some more, this time involving middle fingers. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath so he was good to go. 

Next he lifted you into his arms easily, a surprised yelp escaping you as you clutched his shoulders for balance. Making an about turn he strode towards the direction where his car was parked, not giving another glance to the human men looking at you both bewildered. 

Surprisingly, you didn’t put up any fight to get down from his arms, clenching your fingers in the fabric of his shirt around you to keep it from falling down. He peered down at you cautiously, knowing that he was taking a liberty carrying you like this but he could not stand in the presence of those vile men ogling at you while you shivered in the cold for one more moment. He was able to smell their sick thoughts and arousal for you, he wouldn’t have been able to control himself he didn’t take you away from there immediately. 

You looked spent and small in his arms, like all the fight had left your body. You didn’t look at him, instead finding something immensely interesting in the club logo printed on his T-shirt and swirling your finger around the design over his left pec. It was nothing, just the tip of your finger over fabric, but it made him shudder nonetheless. 

You had absolutely no clue what you did to them, how your smallest gesture or quirk send their hearts tailspinning much like yours did when they teased you. 

Taehyung and him had decided that it was better for everyone that their new owner didn’t know how they felt about her. Owning hybrids for the first time, they knew it was difficult for you to adjust your life around them anyhow, when not even factoring your own attraction to them, they had decided not to mix in their own emotions into it to make it any harder for you. 

But Jeongguk was wondering if maybe that wasn’t the best course of action anymore. 

He sighed, your silence was killing him more than your angry shouts. “Own—”

“If you think I’ve forgiven you, don’t. I don’t want to talk to you.” You sniffled slightly and if your words weren’t enough, the sound jabbed him straight in the heart.

Jeongguk knew when to throw in the towel and apologise sincerely, though he still wasn’t quite sure exactly what had made you cry so bad. 

“Forgive me, Owner. I should have told you it was me back in the club, I didn’t real—”

Your sudden glare on him was so intense, his words automatically died in his throat. What had he done now?

“You think I’m angry because I didn’t know that it was you?!”, you snapped, voice loud and decidedly pissed off once again. He gulped, glancing down at you cautiously but not breaking his stride to his car parked behind the club. 

“Then what are you angry at?”, he dared to ask, though something told him that he was only digging himself a deeper hole. But he’d fucked up royally somehow anyway, how worse could it get?

The scowl on your face and the tinge of red taking over the skin of your face told him the answer. Your next words were screamed at his head. “How about not coming up to me in the first place?! How about leaving me be?!”

Jeongguk stopped walking as a horrifying thought occurred to him. His voice was dumbfounded as he asked, “Are you saying it wasn’t cons—”

“NO!”

Jeongguk’s soul almost left his body at your scream, as he flinched back from you. At this rate he wouldn’t be surprised if someone called the police. 

A sliver of irritation was quickly replacing his remorsefulness. “Then you did want me to kiss you? And it’s not about me not revealing my identity? Then what is it? You’re not making any sense, Owner.”

“Put me down.”

“What?”

“Put me down.”, you snapped, squirming in his arms so that he was forced to let you stand on your feet.

“We’re almost to my car, please don’t tell me you won’t let me take us home. I’m sorry for making you angry. Again.”

You shook your head, and he almost panicked at your apparent refusal but you allayed it. “Lead the way.”

When you both got to his car, you refused any help from him, running ahead of him slip in the back passenger seat before he could open the front one for you. He sighed, never knowing you were such a petty sulker, but frankly he should have expected it. 

He blasted the heat when he settled in the driver’s seat, reaching back to adjust the rear vents so they directly faced you. The whole time in the car he kept glancing in the review mirror.  You didn’t meet his eyes once, but passed out in your seat two blocks away from reaching home.   

Jeongguk knew he had a mountain to climb ahead of him. For a minute there, his thoughts had taken an unbearable turn. What if whatever he had done damaged his relationship with you permanently? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. 

But he shook them away, not accepting the possibility. 

Parking in the driveway, he exited and rounded the car to open your door. You were deep asleep, the streaks of the tears still visible on your face and your dress so bunched up around your hips, he could almost see your panties. 

Averting his eyes, he wiped your face gently, doing his best to get the rid of the smudged mascara on your skin. Not wanting to wake you up, he took you in his arms so carefully and gently, it was almost like he was holding a newborn. You were as fragile to him though. 

Taehyung opened the front door even before Jeongguk could attempt to take out his keys, his eyes widening taking in the sight of you. 

He had enough presence of mind to keep his voice down. “What the fuck happened?”, he whisper-shouted as he let you both in. 

“Ugh.” Did Jeongguk really have to do this right now? He kinda just wanted to tuck you in, cuddle up to you and sleep forever. 

Taehyung wanted answers though, closing the door behind him, his hyung followed the two of you to your bedroom, feet shuffling frantically. “You had one job, Jeongguk. You were supposed to look out for her, why is she passed out?”

Jeongguk gestured for Taehyung to flip the bedding so he could settle you in. Taehyung narrowed his eyes at his non-answer but did it nonetheless. Laying you down and removing your heels, he answered the elder. “She’s just asleep.”

Taehyung was going to strangle him. He was just prolonging the inevitable. 

Taehyung was silent for a moment, before he whispered ominously. “Has she been crying?”

Or not. 

“Umm.”

Taehyung growled. And trust Jeongguk when he says a tiger’s growl is equal a throaty roar that can make one piss his pants. 

“Jeongguk.”

The younger sighed, getting up to face Taehyung’s wrath. This was officially turning out to be the worst night ever. Taehyung was very protective over you, much like him, though the tiger hybrid didn’t show it as often as he did, which was not much in the first place. But Jeongguk was certain he’d tear apart limb from limb any person who dared to make you cry. Jeongguk just hoped he made an exception for him. 

Taehyung’s face was carefully blank and his voice deadpan, “Jeongguk, tell me why she was crying, or I’ll make you cry.”

Nodding, the wolf gestured for him to come to the living room so as not to disturb you. 

He wished this night got over already.

********

You’d been dreaming of soft fur and an even softer kisses when you woke up, the pleasant images your subconscious was supplying slipping out of your grasp and into oblivion till you couldn’t remember them anymore. 

Instead a dull throbbing ache in your head and in your heart replaced them and by the time you were throwing the duvet off to get up your body ached too. 

“Ugh.” You plopped your head in your hands, feeling like death warmed over. You were feeling a little floaty and disjointed but from the corner of your eyes you sighted the ibuprofen on the bedside table along with a glass of water bringing you hurtling down into reality. 

Your brain supplied memory after memory of the previous night against your will, if you could stop the onslaught of remembrance you would, but you were helpless against it. Whatever happened to too much alcohol making you forget your drunken self? You clearly hadn’t been drunk enough, you guessed. 

Wanting to burrow back under the covers so you never had to face your hybrids but feeling gross as hell, you gingerly got up from your bed to head into your en-suite, internally thanking your real estate agent that you had a bathroom attached in every bedroom of your house. 

As you showered, you couldn’t help but come to terms with what you’d done. Storm off on Jeongguk after publicly climbing him like a tree and play battle of the tongues with him, almost get into trouble with some creepy men, scream Jeongguk’s ear off with your hysterical fit and sulk afterwards. He was likely so fucking confused at your behaviour, it wasn’t like they knew your feelings for them were serious and your anger more like a jilted lover who’d been told their relationship wasn’t serious rather than about your bruised pride, though the latter hurt just as much. 

You could never tell them the real reason though, they’d pity you more than they already did. That’s why you were dithering in your bedroom, putting on your cozy hoodie that reached the bottom of your thighs as slowly as you could. Not having the will to do much else with your appearance, you left it at that. 

Time to put on your big girl panties. 

When you stepped outside you immediately spotted them in the living room. Taehyung was sprawled on the couch, manspreading in a way that forced one’s gaze straight to the crotch and his inviting lap, sipping his tea languidly. 

The sight an smell of tea pulled you robotically closer till the Jeongguk’s figure came into view and you stopped abruptly. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, on pins and needles. 

And he sported a black eye. 

You gasped involuntary at the sight, drawing your hybrids’ attention to you, ears twitching and tails immediately in motion. Jeongguk sprang up from his seat, evidently aiming to amble towards you but you swiftly changed directions and dashed into the kitchen instaed, but not before seeing his crestfallen face at your apparent retreat. 

Grabbing a bag of frozen peas from the freezer you rushed back to the living room, his face lighting up again at your return. What a silly wolf. 

Even before you could stand before him properly, you were slapping the bag of ice cold peas on his eye. 

“Ow.”, he grunted, looking up at you beguilingly from where he had sat back down on the couch. 

“How did this happen?”, you asked, turning your head to narrow your eyes at Taehyung because you had your suspicions. 

The two often roughhoused with each other, giving as best as they got. Even with all of Jeongguk’s training you’d noticed Taehyung never seemed intimidated by it, matching the younger for every swipe and punch. You never thought it was your place to get in between what was clearly nothing serious, just a way to blow off steam between the hybrids but none of them had ever ended up with a bruise before.

Taehyung shrugged, putting his cup down. “We just talked.”

“With your fists?”

Jeongguk grabbed your wrist to pull it down from his eye, showcasing to you the light purple outline along his eye. “It’s already halfway healed, Owner. It’s gonna be back to normal in an hour or two.”

Shaking his hand off yours, you slapped the pea bag back on his eyes. You didn’t care to hear them boast about their accelerated healing, a black eye was a black eye.

 “Or an hour or four.”, he grumbled, rolling one eye up at you. Slowly, he brought his hands up to circle them around your waist, clutching you tightly close. Your heart pounded but you didn’t say anything.

“I’m a fighter, it’s nothing I’m not used to.”

“Did I ask?”

Taehyung guffawed from behind you.

Jeongguk pouted. “Right.” He fidgeted a little, clearly bubbling with something more to say but hesitating.

“Just say it, Jeongguk. And remember what I told you.”, Taehyung said exasperatedly. 

You frowned but Jeongguk’s monologue overran your confusion. 

“I’m sorry for not considering your feelings, ___. If you thought that I was playing a prank on you or that I kissed you just for the heck of it, that’s not true! I had been keeping an eye on you all night and you looked so beautiful. When that fucker tried to put his gross hands on you in the club, I couldn’t let it happen. I was gonna leave you alone the whole night, let you enjoy by yourself, that was the plan. But I couldn’t help but give in when you clutched my hands around your waist like you never wanted to let go. And you smelled so good and looked so fucking sexy. I was helpless not to give in. But in no way, was I playing a joke on you or toying with you or whatever else you’ve convinced yourself. It was just my genuine, unadulterated want for you.”

You stared down at him in bewilderment before turning your head to glance at Taehyung. The tiger hybrid looked proud of his younger, nodding at you like he agreed that Jeongguk had been a good boy and it was time for his treat. 

“See. We just talked and I helped him along with his apology.”, Taehyung informed sagely. 

Then something registered belatedly. “Wait. Keeping an eye on me all night long? Let me enjoy myself? You knew I was there the whole time?”

Jeongguk, who had been glowing a little with self pride, looked like all his hopes had been dashed once again. Luckily his hyung was there to save him. 

“Eh, ___. I thought that was a moot point but I should have known you’re a little slow on the uptake. I planted those flyers in our mailbox.”

You turned on him so fast you got whiplash, Jeongguk’s hands falling from your waist. “What?!”

“Umm.” Taehyung eyed the frozen pea bag still in your hand, worried that you were going to hurl it at his head. “I take back the part about you being slow on the uptake?”

“Why did you do it?”, you asked, feeling hurt creep back up on you after the warmth Jeongguk’s words had blossomed. Had they planned this all out to make a fool of yourself? 

Taehyung was remarkably more perceptive than his younger. He realised you were getting riled up in your self-deprecating thoughts again immediately. He got up, closing the distance between you to take your hands in his and pull you closer. Hooking your chin up to make you look at him, he peered into your eyes for an excruciatingly long moment, his orange ears flicking on top of his head when he frowned. 

“I know what you’re thinking. Please don’t. We were just worried. When you told us you were going to a club, I thought why not the one where Jeongguk’s gonna work? He could look out for you from afar while you had the break from us you were clearly going for. Kill two birds with one stone. You weren’t supposed to know he was there.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. He knew why you had not spent your weekend like you usually did and went clubbing instead. He was even more perceptive than you gave him credit for. 

Taehyung smiled slightly at your surprise, taking your right wrist in his hands to softly rub circles on your pulse, a peculiarity of his and Jeongguk’s that they often did. You never asked why but got nervous and flustered everytime they took your wrist in their hands. 

But today you were curious enough. You held up your hand, taking his along. “You guys do this a lot. Why?”

Taehyung, whose gaze was as penetrating as ever a few seconds ago, flitted his eyes away from yours. You heard Jeongguk get up to stand beside you, taking your other hand in his. 

“We can’t properly scent you, __. This is us compensating for it.”, he informed. The bruise around his eye was almost gone, a thin ring of bluish-purpled skin all that was remaining. 

Your frown of cluelessness was clear on your face. 

Instead of answering your unspoken question, Taehyung asked one of his own, stepping even closer till your chest brushed his and you had no choice but to look up as he towered over you. “Tell me, Owner. Did you want Jeongguk to kiss you? Although I know the answer already, be honest.”

You should have been offended at his presumption but you had no room to hide from your feelings anymore, not that you ever had. But you were feeling impossibly exposed since yesterday night, might as well rip off the band-aid and get it over with. 

“Yes.’, you whispered. Jeongguk pulled your hand up to kiss your palm. 

Taehyung smirked. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

God, yes. You nodded. 

Taehyung shook his head, chuffing disapprovingly. “Speak up, Owner. I don’t want any mixed signals between us anymore.”

You bit your lip, but gave in. He was right, it was past time that you went past silent pining and them loud diversion through their constant teasing. 

“Yes please. Kiss me Taehyung.” 

Taehyung closed his eyes, before he closed the distance between you, urgently murmuring one last confession before taking your lips in a searing kiss. “I have been dying to.”

Hands going into his hair immediately to keep him in place, you stood on your tip-toes to deepen the kiss. It wasn’t a slow, languid exploration like the kiss with Jeongguk but a frenzied meeting of lips that left the taste of tea on your tongue when he pushed his inside your mouth. His hand cupped your cheek ever so tenderly, starkly contrasting the ravenous way he devoured your mouth. 

You sensed Jeongguk behind you before he pushed your hair off one of your shoulders, making room for his lips on the pulse at the crook of your neck. He sucked at the sensitive skin before biting it gently, making you groan in Taehyung’s mouth. 

Nuzzling the skin behind your ear, the wolf hybrid whispered heavily. “This is scenting. Our scent all over you so other hybrids know to stay away. Know that you are taken.”

You broke the dizzying kiss to turn your head to the younger, much to Taehyung’s annoyance as he chuffed and attached his lips to your jaw instead, trailing kisses to the other side of your neck. 

“It comforts us to know that our territory is marked.”, the tiger hybrid continued, his voice a low baritone somewhere between a growl and rumble. 

“Your territory, huh?” You raised a brow, a small smile playing on your lips as you tilted you head to bare more of your neck to him. 

Taehyung straightened, his canines had lengthened a little, giving a sinister edge to his crooked smile. “Do you have any doubts, Owner? Want us to give you a demonstration of exactly how much we own you?”

Gulping at the veiled threat/inveiglement, your body couldn’t help but sing with anticipation and lust at it, arousal seeping from your pussy already. 

“Fuck, she’s wet, hyung.”, Jeongguk growled, nipping at your neck lightly, mindful of his sharp teeth. “You smell so good when you’re turned on, Owner.”

Taehyung tilted his head. “Is that a yes? We won’t go easy on you, we’ve wanted this ever since you first stepped foot inside that lawyer’s office.”

He was saying everything you’d wanted to hear from them ever since they came into your life, your wildest fantasies were coming true. 

Reaching up to card your finger into Taehyung’s hair, you ran your nails at the base of his soft orange and black striped ears. An involuntary chuff escaped him automatically and he narrowed his eyes at you. He was so tiger-like in his disposition, arrogant, ever-knowing and loved to keep his feelings in isolation by directing attention on everyone but himself, unless he was modeling that is. No more.

“I’ve wanted this too. But you both knew that, I didn’t exactly make a secret of it.” Reaching behind you pulled Jeongguk closer too, giving his furry ears the same treatment. Unlike Taehyung he accepted your petting gladly. “For once I want you guys to be as vulnerable as I always am around you two.”

Taehyung pursed his lips. “How exactly do we do that?”

You smirked, much like he did whenever he teased you. “You call me Owner but do I really own you? I want to hear it from your lips. Both of yours.”

Taehyung stilled in front of you while Jeongguk was silent only momentarily before barking, “You own me, Owner. I am yours.”

You huffed a laugh at his eagerness but the sincerity in Jeongguk’s voice spread tingles of warmth to your heart, his deep voice flaming your libido. You challenged Taehyung with your eyes.

The tiger studied you for a second before sighing, knowing you’d put him on the spot and he couldn’t get away with dodging talking about his feelings like he usually did. “You own me, __. But we own you too.”

“That’s fine with me.”, you murmured before reaching up to pull him for another mind-melting kiss. 

Jeongguk whined from behind you. “Thats unfair.”

Without breaking away, you took the wolf hybrid’s hands to snake them inside your hoodie and upon your bare breasts. His palms immediately kneading them, hardening your nipples. 

“Fuck yes.”, he grunted in your neck, pinching your nipples till you gasped and broke the kiss, the electric pleasure going straight to your core till you were rubbing your thighs together. 

Taehyung grabbed the hem of your hoodie to pull it up and off your head in one jerky motion, till you stood before them in nothing but your panties. 

Some of your momentary bravado fizzled at the prospect of them checking you out while you were so bare, you fidgeted your hands up to try and cover your breasts. 

Jeongguk’s hands caught yours before you could. “Nuh uh.”

Taehyung bit his lip as he surveyed your naked upper body, reaching up to circle your left areola but not touching the hardened peak of your breast, torturing you slowly. “These belong to us now, you said so yourself. You can’t hide them away from us from now on.”

“Please.”, you sighed when he continued evading your neglected nipple. 

Smiling at your begging, he rewarded you by pushing you back in Jeongguk’s arms and bending down to take your nipple in his hot mouth. Your toes curled immediately as your head hit the wolf’s shoulder, current travelling straight to your pussy at his eager suckling. 

“Fuck, I’ve got the best view.”, Jeongguk breathed into your hair, watching his hyung worship your breast, his striped tail swishing behind him. 

Not able to help himself, Jeongguk slid his hands down to hook into your panties, teasing them down till they fell on the floor. Parting your legs with his thigh and catching the back of your leg with his hand, he put your foot on the couch to give him unfettered access to your dripping pussy. 

Your folds parted on their own at the position he put you in, and when his fingers touched your pussy he found your weeping center immediately, your hole clenching at his touch.. 

When he pushed one finger in slowly, you brought your hands to Taehyung’s head to clutch him to your chest, the tiger hybrid looking up at you with mirth in his eyes. 

Turning your head you whispered in Jeongguk���s ear, “More.”

He smirked...and removed the one finger he’d lodged inside you. 

“Jeongguk!”, you whined, mouth turning down at the corners when Taehyung left your breast too. 

Before you had time to complain, the wolf was pulling you back to abruptly manhandle you over the edge of the couch’s armrest, so that your naked ass stuck out in the air enticingly while your upper body sprawled stomach down on the plush seat. 

“You want more? I think you’d love Taehyung hyung’s tongue on your cunt. He’s got a way with it that even I can’t compete with.” Jeongguk parted your legs to bare your pussy to him, groaning as he thumbed the labia and stretched it open, giving him a view of your empty hole, glistening wet and begging him for a taste. “I wanna eat you out so bad.”

Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you glanced back at him in confusion, your face indicating you’d love for him to do just that. “Then do.”

Taehyung stepped beside Jeongguk, pulling his oversized button up shirt over his head without bothering with the buttons and somehow just that simple action made you even more wetter. 

Shaking his head to clear his shaggy hair off his face, he threw the shirt to the side, before giving you a secretive smile, as if he was aware of every thought going through your head. He likely was.

Jeongguk stepped aside to give his spot to his hyung, eyes not leaving the prize between your legs once, it was clearly hard for him to give up eating you out to his elder. 

Jeongguk gave you a knowing smirk as he came to stand before you, hands on the fly of his jeans. “Trust me, Owner. You want hyung’s tongue on you more than mine.”

Taehyung kneeled behind you, parting your thighs much like Jeongguk had. You jolted a little when you felt his fingertip find and rub your clit with experienced ease. Slow, deliberate circles as you felt the heat of his face approach closer to your core. 

You expected his tongue but he blew on your open pussy, making you clench and groan at the tingling sensation. “Please don’t tease, Tae.”

“Why don’t I distract you while hyung does what he wants.”, Jeongguk growled, grabbing your hair roughly to turn your face to him. 

The tight grip on your hair and the sight of a big, fat cock two inches from your mouth, had you salivating. You made to rub your thighs together to alleviate some pressure but yelped when Taehyung slapped your asscheek reprimandingly. 

“Don’t you dare hide away my breakfast.”, he rumbled before promptly taking your clit in mouth, sucking hard while circling the bead with his tongue. Simultaneously, his hand on your ass slid down to push two long fingers in your dripping hole without any warning.

Your gasp was choked back by Jeongguk jamming his cock in your mouth, not giving you any reprieve as he collected your hair in a makeshift ponytail to help him ride your face. 

“Yes.”, he grunted, teeth clenched at the feel of your tongue on the underside of his dick. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about this, Owner. You sucking me off while Hyung eats you out.”

You moaned around his cock, relaxing your throat to take more of him, loving the feel of him so big in your mouth almost to the point of choking. That along with Tae’s mouth on your clit had you on cloud nine, all your dreams coming true already. 

You’d almost gotten settled into the rhythm of Jeongguk’s thrusts into your mouth when Taehyung pulled back to run his tongue from your clit to your perineum in one slow lick. 

This time you choked on Jeongguk’s cock for real, and the wolf generously pulled out to give you room to breath, smirking down at you. “Now you get why?”

Taehyung slid his tongue over your inner labia, probing yout hole but not going deeper. 

You keened. “What is that? It’s like...”, you trailed off because you couldn’t put it into words. 

His tongue wasn’t like anybody else’s you’d had on your pussy before, it felt ridged, like a thousand small peaks over the surface which had your sensitive pussy overstimulated at a thousand different points. 

One more excruciatingly slow lick, that had you clenching your fingers on Jeongguk’s thighs it was so good, and Taehyung pulled back to shrug at you. “Perks of being half tiger. I got a tongue like one.”

Your brain supplied a vague memory of you reading about tigers having spikes on their tongues somewhere. A tiger’s licks were supposed to be painful because of them, but Tae’s felt like it was made to eat a pussy out. You briefly wondered if that was deliberate on the part of the scientists who bred them before Taehyung was going back to giving you his genetically enhanced cunnilingus experience and making you forget all lines of thought.

A nudge from Jeongguk had you taking him back in your mouth, though it was seriously hard to concentrate on the blowjob when Taehyung was making your pussy feel like it was getting its own customised massage. Thankfully, Jeongguk took over the hard part from you by grabbing your hair and thrusting his fat cock in your mouth so that you only had to keep your mouth open and throat relaxed for him while he used you. 

When Taehyung pushed his alien tongue inside your pussy, your eyes rolled back at the feeling. He was eating you out in earnest now, drinking up the juices you produced for him, his hands on your lower back keeping you in place while he enjoyed himself. You could tell he truly loved doing this, he was clearly good at it because in no time you felt yourself climbing that familiar hill of pleasure. One thumb snaked down to gently ghost over your puckered back hole, making you clench your pussy walls around his invading tongue. 

His tongue felt so good, you couldn’t imagine how the cock in your mouth would feel in your pussy. They were clearly experienced lovers, though it wasn’t something you wanted to delve into currently. 

The triple onslaught of his finger circling your clit, his tongue working your cunt and the thumb on your anus, had you hurtling towards your orgasm at breakneck speed. Jeongguk felt you coming too, because he pulled back just as Taehyung flicked your clit with his tongue. 

The texture of his tongue made your clit zing with pleaure-pain as your orgasm washed over you so suddenly it left you winded. 

“Taehyung!”, you screamed his name so loudly the neighbours must have heard it. 

You slumped down on the couch, panting slightly. Taehyung ran a comforting hand up your bare back as he got up. You didn’t even realise Jeongguk taking his spot till you felt the distinct touch of the wolf folding one of your legs over the couch, spreading you impossibly wide. 

“Owner, your pussy is so swollen and cute. Hyung ate you out so well.”

You snorted, not getting up from your sprawled position. “Did you just call my vagina cute?”

Jeongguk huffed more cutely than any part of your body could ever look. “It is. And it’s gonna look even cuter with my cock stuffed deep in it.”

You laughed. “Yes please, but you gotta stop calling it cute.”

Taehyung plopped down on the couch beside your head. “It’s our pussy now. We can call it whatever we want. Infact, I’m gonna name it peaches after my favourite fruit.”

Highly offended, you propoed up on your elbows to give him a peice of your mind but he bent down to cover your mouth with his, effectively shutting you up. His hands carded into your hair to pull you up and deeper into the kiss and you forgot about what you had to say. 

This time you distinctly felt the uneven texture (along with the taste of your pussy) on his tongue, something you’d failed to notice during the first kiss. 

He pulled back to whisper against your lips, eyes hooded. “Because yours is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

Jeongguk’s pushed in three fingers then, immediately feeling you gush around his finger at Taehyung’s words. Even though you weren’t a fan of hearing about any of their previous exploits, the thought you being the best pussy he’d tasted made your heart clench. 

Jeongguk chuckled. “Are you a slut for praises, Owner? Your pussy just went impossibly tight and wet.”

“I’m a slut for your cock. Put it in, Jeongguk.”, you whined as your hands attacked Taehyung’s zipper, craving his cock in your mouth. 

“Yes you fucking are.”, Jeongguk cursed thrusting inside you in one swift motion that had you tumbling into Taehyung’s lap as you cried out at the feeling of being so fucking full. 

It had been a long time since you’d had sex and you were feeling the effects, your cunt walls moulded to his cock like a warm, wet second skin and you clenched around him to get him deeper. 

“Fuck don’t do that, __. I’m gonna knot you before I even get to fuck you properly.”

“Then fuck me!”, you cried. 

He pulled back slowly, almost making you cry at the pace, before he thrust in so hard you felt his cock near your cervix. Soon, he set a brutal pace that had your jaw lax and eyes clenched in pleaure. His cock was so big and fat, he was making your walls throb from the inside. 

Taehyung pushed your hair behind your ears, making you look up at him. You realized you’d abandoned the blowjob you were about to give him when Jeongguk’s cock made you forget everything. You didn’t know how you could give him a good suck when you were being drilled into so thoroughly, but you made to try nonetheless, putting your hand on his bulge.

He took your hand in his, stopping you. Leaning forward, Taehyung kissed you tenderly. “Don’t worry about me. I’m so hard just looking at the beautiful face  you make when you get fucked good.”

You pulled him in to your lips again, groaning in his mouth when Jeongguk adjusted his pelvis to fuck up into you, brutally pounding your g-spot till you felt a deep pressure build inside you that had you shaking in Taehyung’s arms. 

Your nails dug into his arms, and pretty soon you couldn’t even concentrate on his lips, your face thumping down on his shoulder as your whole body moved from Jeongguk’s hard thrusts that had his pelvis slapping your ass in a rhythmic lewd noise that filled the room.

Biting down on Tae’s shoulder, you clenched around Jeongguk involuntarily when you felt him snake his hand down to your clit. The pressure built till you cried out his name on a prayer. 

“Jeongguk please! Make me come!”

His panting breath came out on a groan as his hand tightened on your hip, pulling you back on his thick cock with every thrust. “Anything for you.”

And then you felt it, the pressure at the entrance of your pussy, but a different kind than the one you felt internally. The base of Jeongguk’s dick expanded, swollen till you felt it distinctly nudging at your entrance at every thrust. 

“Tell me I can knot you, Owner. Please.”, the wolf hybrid pleaded, not faltering as he fucked you into the couch.

“Yes!”, you keened, hungry for everything he had to give you. 

With one more hard thrust, his knot was breaching your entrance making you cry out in pleasure-pain. With his second thrust, he lodged the bulb deep into your cunt. 

Taehyung pinched your nipples, both to distract you from the pain and torture you some more. The double assault had you coming for the second time, a tsunami of electric pleasure washing over every nerve of your body. 

Your orgasm triggered Jeongguk’s, the impossible tightness of your heaven of a pussy not allowing him to hold back any longer. He bathed your insides in hot, thick cum, a never ending stream of it in your womb which left you feeling even fuller if that was possible. You felt thoroughly stuffed. 

Jeongguk collapsed over your back where you were already sprawled on Taehyung’s lap, his weight over you sticky but comforting. 

“Just give me a second.”, he panted, sounding more wounded than you’d ever heard him, which was a feat considering he fought for a living. 

You turned your head to kiss his nose, and he smiled, not opening his eyes. He puckered his lips and you obliged him with a kiss. Something about kissing the wolf while he was buried deep inside you, his cum almost leaking from where you two were attached, had you feeling warm from the inside. You wanted, no needed, an endless repeat of the past hour for the rest of your life. 

Soon enough, his knot was deflating and he was leaving your lips to get up from over you. He was still hard when he pulled out of you, immediately making you feel so so empty. 

Thankfully because you were lying horizontally, not much of the huge load of cum he’d given you slipped out, though you could feel it deep inside of you. 

But when Taehyung stepped behind you to take his turn fucking you, he dashed your dreams of keeping all the cum they gave you inside. 

He grabbed your asscheeks, pulling them apart to give him a clear view of your freshly fucked pussy. Licking his lips, he ordered. “Push it out. I wanna see his cum dribble out of your cunt.”

Pouting, you looked back at him.

He laughed, slapping your ass in chastisement. “I’ll fill you up again, don’t worry. Now clench your walls and push it out.”

You obeyed happily at the thought of being filled again, clenching your pelvic muscles to push out the cum Jeongguk gave you. You felt it rising up towards your entrance and soon enough the thick white liquid was dripping out of you in abundance, leaking down your pussy and on the couch. 

Taehyung cursed, keeping you open for him to look at till his heart’s content. “Fuck, that’s a sight. You know this is it right? Once I’ve claimed you too, you can’t let anyone else touch you like this, Owner.”

A giddy thrill ran through you at his words, he was saying exactly what you wanted to hear. But right now you wanted him inside you more, pillowtalk could be had afterwards. “Wasn’t planning on it. Now will you fuck me, please. I need your cock inside me.”

He tilted his head, his ears twitching as if in amusement. “Be careful what you ask for.”

Slightly confused at his words, all thoughts fled your brain when he pumped his beautiful cock in his hand and brought it to your entrance, running it up and down your slit before pushing the tip in. He wasn’t as big as Jeongguk but he was just as thick, and as your pussy got a filled second time that day, you felt that strange sensation again, but this time on the inner walls of your cunt.

Your mouth dropped open on a silent cry, it was too much, you’d never felt anything like it. Even after being thoroughly fucked once by Jeongguk, your pussy felt assaulted by Taehyung’s cock. You were starting to realise why Jeongguk fucked you first.

Taehyung’s cock was covered in ridges much like his tongue was, the spiky sensation along your walls felt so foreign yet so good, it had you babbling without thinking. “Why haven’t I been with a tiger hybrid before? Ugh— I-I’ve been missing out.”

Taehyung stilled inside you and you cried out as the feeling of him pushing his cock in stopped. 

Grabbing you by the hair, he pulled you back toward him roughly, making you yelp. Your hand on the back of the couch was the only thing supporting your upper body as his cock slid in deeper into you. 

“You could’ve have had this dick much sooner had you not been running away from us all the time.”, he whispered in your ear. 

Turning your head as much as you could with his fist in your hair, you glared at him. “You could’ve had this pussy much sooner had you not been making fun of me all the time.”

Taehyung huffed a laugh, nuzzling your jaw with his nose as he started moving in you again, shallow thrusts that had his cock scraping your pussy walls. “Making fun? You’re so cute when you’re clueless.”

“What—aah.”

The shallow movements gave way to a harsh thrust that had him pulling almost all the way out to pound into your cunt forcefully. The mushroom tip of his cock scrapped your g-spot so perfectly, it had you shutting up immediately. 

Taehyung wrapped his arms around your torso to keep you suspended in the air while he pounded you from behind. The familiar pressure creeping up on you for the third time so fast it left you reeling. 

Taehyung knew what he was doing, he angled his hips to hit your g-spot again and again with every thrust while his ridged cock stroked your walls from the inside better than any ribbed dildo could. His cock made you want to throw out all your woefully inadequate sex toys, now that you’d had the best thing ever in your pussy. 

Sliding down the expanse of your stomach, he pinched your clit with his fingers, making you bite your lip. Your overstimulated and abused pussy had been building upto something monumental all this time. The previous two times you had come but you hadn’t hurtled past that pressure that had been rising up ever since Jeongguk first touched your pussy. You knew you could squirt, although it took a lot to make you reach that point.

This whole morning had been the definition of “a lot’.

Maybe Taehyung could sense it to because he increased the speed of his thrusts, pulling you down on his cock to meet his every upward motion, the sound of hardcore fucking filling up the room again. The inner pressure on your g-spot with every thrust burst as Taehyung bit into your neck, dousing you both and the couch below in clear liquid as you reached your orgasm with a scream of the Tiger hybrid’s name. 

With every thrust from him, you squirted a little more till you had nothing to give and your orgasm dulled into oversensitivity. He continued pounding you for a few more seconds, clenching his eyes closed as he chased his own orgasm at the heel of yours. 

“Fuck, I’m coming, ___.”, he grunted as he released into you, the thick ropes of cum mingling with Jeongguk’s deep inside your pussy. 

With a thump, you both collapsed on the couch, Taehyung taking care to turn at the last second to take you in his arms. 

You opened your eyes after you came down from your high a little, still panting heavily. Jeongguk had returned to the room, wearing a fresh pair of clothes, and sitting on the couch opposite as he watched you two with a mixture of lust and fondness in his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants.

Of course they had an insatiable libido. Go figure. 

The wolf hybrid got up to come closer, a freshly laundered washcloth in his hand. Taehyung helped you sit up against him. Taking the insides of you thighs in his hands, he spread your legs so Jeongguk could clean you up. 

They both were so careful and tender with you that it almost brought tears to your eyes, but you held them back lest they call you a wimp. 

Speaking of which…

“Why did you call me clueless earlier?”, you asked Taehyung as he wrapped you up in his arms. You sat on his lap sideways as Jeongguk covered you up with the throw blanket you often kept on our couch. The wolf sat beside you and propped your legs in his own lap. 

Taehyung pecked your temple, gently running his fingertips at the nape of your neck. “Because you are.”

“Do you really think we’d give two fucks about teasing someone we didn’t like?”, Jeongguk asked, his hand massaging your bare thighs. “You know us better than that, Owner. We never put any of our time or effort into anything we’re not interested in.”

Now that you think about it, you’d only ever seen them giving disarming smiles or winks to girls who were interested in them, never going so far as even giving them a word of encouragement or hint or anything else. Never leading them on. Everything they did was deliberate, you were coming to realise. Much like them asking for your whereabouts in the cafe that day so that Taehyung could plant those flyers and Jeongguk could look out for you the whole night. But still. 

“That’s a weird way of showing your interest, I hope you guys know that. You both could have just come out and said it. It’s not like I was making any secret of my hopeless attraction to you guys.”, you complained, crossing your arms over your chest. 

You could feel Taehyung smiling in your hair. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “And if you think we’re gonna stop teasing you, you’re hopelessly optimistic too, Owner.”

Taehyung snickered at your glare, pulling you closer to his chest. “Haven’t you heard, Owner? Boys always tease girls they like.”

That logic went over your head, but you didn’t question it, instead sighing in resignation as you whined for the nth time. “Okay, at least stop calling me owner.”

Jeongguk nodded easily. “As you wish, Owner.”

A/n: let me know what you thought, feedback keeps me writing.

[wornoutmouse]

Day 10: Breath Play

Warning choking

Finding out Hizashi had a choking kink was purely an accident. You knew that he was hiding something from you once you noticed that he never came anytime you two were having sex. But whenever you tried to finish him off after you've came, he would change the subject. Yamada please!" you beg taking hold of his cock relishing at the way his breath hitched.

"I'm fine Y/N, what about you, are you okay? I went really rough." And that would be the end of the conversation. The way you found out was unconventional as well. After an especially chaotic villain attack, Hizashi was tired and you wanted to do something that made him feel good. He was against the idea at first saying, all he needed was to cuddle with you but he could see you were determined. So here you were riding him softly still after you had come 2 times and him none.

As you lightly bounced, you internally screamed as your legs were burning from the amount of time you had been up there. You could feel tears well up in your eyes not only from overstimulation but from your own frustration at not achieving your goal. Hateful thoughts swirled around your brain. They varied from, "Maybe he's messing with me, Maybe he has a high sex drive, Maybe I'm not good enough."

Alone in your thoughts, you accidentally let a small tear slip down your cheek and onto Hizashi's chest. Feeling this, Hizashi immediately halted your hips. Hey, what's wrong sweetness?" his warm hand came up to caress your face while the others halted your hips preventing you from even trying to avoid the subject.

You shook your head and Hizashi frowned, he's known you for a long time and you don't just cry out of nowhere. "It's nothing." you tried to start again but Hizashiś grip wouldn't allow you. "Don't lie to me princess." he coos making you want to cry even more. You wipe your face of tears with the back of your hand and look at him.

"Tell me the truth Hizashi, do I not arouse you anymore?" you ask preparing yourself for the worst. Hizashi's green eyes widen at your bold question. "Why would you say that?" he asks his grip on your hip becoming almost painful. "It's just that, I can never get you to come Yamada." you whine feeling the tears make their way back. Hizashi's heart broke as he watched your plump bottom lip tremble.

"It's not that sweetie." Hizashi starts but he can't seem to make eye contact as his face turned red from some form of embarrassment. "Just t-try again okay, I promise you I'm close." You look at him for a while before rocking your hips again.

Soon you had another orgasm and you trembled as you felt high coming down yet Hizashi still has yet to show any sign of being close. Yes he may be breathing heavily and sweat had accumulated on both of your bodies, but there were no significant signs of him being close at all.

At this point you were annoyed as you frowned down at him trying to go harder. With a growl you gripped Hizashi's neck and squeezed the sides, "Stop lying to me Hizash- before you could finish your sentence, Hizashi's hips bucked randomly out of sync and you were suddenly full of warmth. Hizashi threw his head back with a high whine similar to the one you made whenever he would tease you for long periods of time. His eyes were rolled behind his head and the grip on your hip was searing most likely from broken skin.

None of this mattered as you watched your boyfriend have the orgasm of his life. 'Is that what it is?' you think to yourself. Just to be sure you bounce again and squeezed a little harder. "F-Fuck no Y/N t-to much!" he cried out keeping your hips still. You slowly slide off of him and begin to stroke his hair as you watched his eyes gaze into nowhere. "Yamada.. are you with me?" you ask hesitantly.

Hizashi's eyes trailed over to you as they began to register what they were seeing. As if a switch was flicked Hizashi got up from the bed practically pushing you over as Hizashi pulled up his black sweats and dashed to the closet to grab a jacket. "W-Where are you going?!" you ask following him to the door. His face had become as red as a tomato and for once you couldn't make out the words coming out of his mouth as he muttered to himself. "I'll be back." he replied not looking back at you as he slipped out the door. You stood there in the walkway in silence trying to process what you had just witnessed.

Hizashi didn't come back that night. In fact, he didn't come back till 12 in the morning the next night. You watched as you sat perched in a chair near the closet as he tried to tiptoe to your shared bed. "Where the hell you go?" you asked watching him jump as he turned to where you sat. "Hey, babe, shouldn't you be sleeping?" you rolled your eyes and glared at your boyfriend.

"You were gone, for two damn days, leaving right after sex like some sneaky link, and you expect me to just let it slide!" You walked up to him and prodded his chest suddenly wishing you were taller. "What were you gonna do if I was sleep huh? Get in the bed but be gone once I woke up?!" you could feel the waterworks coming and you cursed yourself for being a crybaby.

Hizashi grabbed your hand and sat on the bed bringing you in between his legs as he hugged you, burying his face in your chest. "I'm sorry." you could hear muffled through the fabric of your shirt. You didn't want to forgive him quite yet, "Sorry for what?" Hizashi buried his face further in your chest. "Sorry for leaving so abruptly."

Hizashi looked up at you, face once again red. " I was just nervous about how you could react." you raise your eyebrow. 'React to your choking kink?" Hizashi wouldn't meet your eyes so you had to take his face into your hands. "Baby I don't care about what your into. I just don't like it if I'm the only one feeling good."

Hizashi sighed into your hands turning his head to place light kisses on your wrists. "I was too embarrassed to face you."  Hizashi wrapped his slender arms around you and pulled you towards them by gripping your ass firmly. You push him back onto the bed and straddle him. "But don't you think you deserve a punishment since you lied to me for all this time?" Hizashi raised his eyebrow with a smirk as if daring you. You lift his shirt up and kiss his neck lightly before moving up to his lips to plant deep kisses onto them.

You trail down licking his adam's apple as you pass it making him sigh as he tilted his head back. You reached up behind his head to undo his bun and watched as his golden hair cascaded down his back. Reaching in between the two of you, you palm him through his sweats making him sigh. Trailing your lips down to his peck giving his nipples experimental licks making them harden.

Hizashi not appreciating the slow pace, flipped you two over and looked down at you. His eyes green as emeralds now resembled that of a predator stalking his prey. "Is this my shirt?" he asks tugging you the long graphic Tee you were wearing. "You left and I missed you." you out moaning as he took your plump lips in between his teeth tugging on them. "As fun as this slow shit is princess, I think we should get this show on the road."

Going onto his stomach he opens your legs and buries his face in your warm heat sighing slightly making your moan from the vibrations. Tucking your panties to the side, he wastes no time lapping up the juices you started to secrete, moaning at the heavenly taste he was receiving on his tongue.

Pulling him up, you bring him in for a kiss tasting yourself on your tongue which should have been disgusting but you didn't care. "Fuck me Hizashi." you gasp not in the mood for foreplay. Hizashi smirks but nods, "Look who's impatient now!" You flick his nose and he playfully sticks his tongue out at you.

Getting footing at the edge of the bed, he holds his member against you, sliding it back and forth between your folds in order to lube it up with your slick. "Baby are you sure? I can still go get some lube" You glare at him through your lidded eyes and he nods finally getting the message.

You groan at the painful stretch you feel but you were so desperate, you start humping anyways. "Fuck Y/N." Hizashi moans as he watches you do most of the work. "I want to be on top." you say getting up to straddle him. slipping his long cock back inside easily.

You bounce not giving him any time for objection. Hizashi grits his teeth as he watches you bounce marveling at the way your chest bounced. Throughout the room, all that could be heard was heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping together.

You could feel yourself getting closer so you reached down and securely wrapped your hand around Yamada's neck pressing gently into the sides of his neck. "Crap!" Hizashi sputters planting his feet on the bed so he could meet your thrusts. "Is this okay?" you ask through your gasps. Hizashi shook his head, "Harder." You squeezed his neck harder.

Mic moaned loudly surprising you, "You really must like this Mic?" you say tauntingly, "Because for once your quiet Zashi!" you gasp as Hizashi slaps your ass and thrusts harder reaching your deepest place. That was enough to push you over the edge as you arch your back as your needy cunt clenched around his dick.

The change in tightness made Hizashi's thrusts stutter and his eyes roll behind his head as he comes deep inside of you, filling you up so much you could almost feel his cum leaking out. You held on for a little longer and let go when you say the start of his skin turning red.

You had no energy to get off so you just slumped over him cringing happy for once that he came inside so you wouldn't have to deal with laying in your own juices. "Thank you for not judging me." Hizashi mumbled. You layed your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you swirled a finger on his chest. "Well next time I get to peg you." Hizashi snorted, "Don't push it."

[football-rambles]

3am - Jack Grealish

“I couldn’t give a damn about you!”

Was one of the last things he said in the heat of the moment, he didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did. But that was the last thing she heard before she left, broken. He gave up ringing her after several days of rejecting the call and when he did get through the voice mails left unheard.

The media was all over it and it was more intense than before, hell he didn’t get this much attention throughout his transfer. It wasn’t until he attended a magazine interview on what he thought was about his move to City, but the questions came in thick and fast.

“Didn’t Y/N want to come to Manchester?”

“I heard that she has a new man in her life.” Another person asked, he faked a smile as if the questions didn’t affect him.

“I’m here to talk about City…I rather not go into my personal life.” He politely speaks.

He’d be lying if the questions didn’t hurt, but he didn’t want to talk about you and right now he couldn’t care less if the rumours were true or not, he’d hope that the rumours weren’t true after a month of being apart. Hell, yes he been around other women but never anything sinister.

He was happy to let you go, if you didn’t want to hear him out, he accepted it and that was when he stopped calling you, telling himself if you really loved him, you’d pick up the phone even if you shouted abuse down the phone.

Jack laid in bed one night at the hotel trying not to think about you at all, he was trying focus his mind on the game, he had Phil in the bed next to him on the phone to his son and girlfriend trying to block it out, but sometimes listening to the conversation. He was happy to be alone, he could go out with the lads whenever he wanted, without thinking about anyone and that was okay.

But that was yesterday…

He was now driving, speeding at times (lmao) in fact, down the motorway back to Birmingham, the roads were quiet, it wasn’t until he looked at the dash to see it was 02:30 in the morning. He doubled check the time, realising it was a stupid idea knowing driving to your sister’s apartment after hearing you moved in with her after the argument, you’d probably be asleep, and your sister would probably murder him.

The words he said few weeks ago, hell he didn’t mean it, and if he did, he was most certain he would be out with the lads right now after the game not driving to another city.

I sat in the car outside the apartment building, thankfully a bunch of girls were just walking into the apartment complex, waiting till the coast was clear before he got out and ran to catch the door before it closed.

He scanned the letter boxes for your sister’s name to know which door he should be knocking on. He looked up the stairwell after hearing a door shut, unsure it was the girls that had arrived moments earlier. He hid out of side under the stairwell until the coast was clear not wanting to be recognised.

It was a few minutes before he decided to run up a few floors as he tried to ring the phone. The phone rang out, you hadn’t changed your number thankfully, it kept ringing and ringing as he prayed that you picked up, desperate to hear your voice.

‘Hey, it’s Y/N. Sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message and I get back to you ASAP’

He hung up before the tone, hearing your voicemail knowing that you didn’t block my number and it was still your number. He rang the number again, wanting to leave a voicemail but after two rings it was cut off.

Jack sighed and looked at the apartment door, before knocking. He wondered if you were home, he’d probably knew you would have been asleep, so he was preparing himself for you to answer the door annoyed that he’d woke you up.

No answer, he knocked on the door again to see if you would answer this time. I didn’t see any lights on the window above the door.

A door opened, an elderly gentleman stood there in his slippers and dressing gown. “I think they’re out mate.” The old man says, half asleep, knowing he would have woken him up from knocking. “right, yeah. Sorry” Jack apologised.

The bloke nodded and went back into the flat as Jack looked back at the door before he decided to sit on the stairs by your door. Hoping that you would come home. He just needed to see you.

It felt like hours passed, Jack heard a door open and sound of hushed voices and heels coming closer. Jack peered over the stairs to see who it could be.

“Jack” You whispered, as she walked up the stairs towards him.

“Hey Y/N” He gave a small smile, standing up and looked up to the man who was walking behind you, Jack heart sunk a little.

“Thanks for walking me home.” Y/N turned to the figure stood next to her. “No problem. I told Y/S/N that I would.” The bloke smiled and looked up and down at Jack “Will you be, okay?”

“She’ll be fine” Jack answered bitterly towards the bloke and Y/N looked at Jack and back and nodded “Yeah, go back to Y/S/N.” She speaks and gives him a small hug. Jack felt a little better working out that it was Y/S boyfriend.

He walked down the stairs; Jack waited until he left the building before, he even thought of saying anything.

“what are you doing here Jack? How did you even get in here?” You asked as you unlocked the door.

“I snuck in” He replied, a smile crept on his face but soon faded when he saw you sigh as you opened the flat door and walked in, Jack followed behind standing by the door.

“You didn’t ask my question, why are you here?” You put your bag down and took your heels off as you finally looked up to Jack.

“To apologise...the way I acted I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did at all.” He said as he looked down at his feet.

“It’s 3am and you drove down all this way just to tell me this?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest.

“After days of trying to convince myself that I would get over you, I couldn’t take much more.” Jack spoke.

You looked at him, he didn’t look right at all, it was like the Jack you loved wasn’t there. “What you said really hurt. I get that you were stressed from euros, the transfer but what you said hurt.” You sighed, looking up at him.

“I know and I was stupid, but these last few weeks have been crap without you. I know that what I said was hurtful and I really didn’t mean the way it came out. I just…I need you to know that I love you and no matter how hard I tried to forget about you I couldn’t, and it was eating me inside.” Jack spoke.

You stared at him for a moment and your face softened. “I love you too, and these past few weeks haven’t been great for me either. But if I am to forgive you, I need you to communicate with me and not scream in my face.” You spoke.

Jack nodded “I promise.” He spoke, you looked at him for a few moments and walked into your bedroom before walking out with pillows and blanket.

“We can talk more tomorrow… its 3:30 in the morning,” You handed them over to him which he accepts and nodded.

“Make yourself comfortable, I shall see you in the morning. Goodnight.” She smiled before heading to her room.

Jack made himself comfortable on the sofa, he texted Phil and a few of the lads let them know where he was when you walked out of your bedroom in a t-shirt and shorts.

“There’s where that shirt is.” Jack mumbled at you as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Budge over.” You said as you climbed in next to him.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven.” He asked, as he wraps his arm around you as you mumbled, as you snuggled into him. He chuckled and kissed your temple content that you were back where you belonged.

“Please, talk to me…if we give this another shot. Tell me. Because I love you” I say, in front of you taking your hand. I see a small smile creeping on your face. “I love you too…how can I not. You sat by door at 3 am in the morning”

I grinned as we sat and talked for the duration of the night, to the next thing we knew we both fell asleep on the sofa.

[crystalrose555]

Slap me, I dare you! pt.6

Sorry for being gone for so long, guys! Let's just say it has been one hell of a summer, Soap Opera even O_o; I hope this makes up for it ^_^;, don't forget to reblog and comment, my asks are open

“Ok, no one panic-”

“How can we not panic! You idiots banished Marley to oblivion!” Asmo shrieked at the top of his lungs.

Levi fumbled his phone as his brother’s voice pierced his ears, leaving him stumbling with shaky hands. Belphie looked on and sighed heavily at his bickering older brothers.

“Asmo, calm down, it’s not like she’s dead.” Belphie claimed.

“But she could be! I can’t believe you both can be so irresponsible!”

“Hey, shut it! If you aren’t going to help then stand still and keep your eyes open!” Levi snapped back as he got back on his knees, searching with his phone flashlight.

Satan stroked his chin as he watched Beel cautiously placed the table on the ground before going to another chair and lifting it carefully. Mammon, on the other hand, started chuckling underneath his breath, drawing the attention of his concerned brothers.

“And why are you laughing, scumbag!?” Levi hissed.

“Because while I made a killin’ at the races, you bastards completely messed up and the best part is there is no way I’m gonna get blamed for it.”

Mammon continued to snicker shamelessly as his brothers gave him stares full of disdain. However, a cold chill filled the room as Mammon felt a firm grip upon his shoulder. His laughter shrunk to a slow nervous chuckle as Lucifer appeared behind him.

“Exactly how are you blameless, Mammon?” Lucifer smiled as his grip tightened.

Mammon swallowed hard as he looked for his younger brothers for help, his silent pleas going unanswered.

“Oi, I didn’t even do anythin’ this time!!!” He pleaded.

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“As expected, four inches tall.” Simeon claimed as he gently moved the ruler away from the diminished woman.

Marley just snorted as she crossed her arms and avoided eye contact with the towering angel who handed the wooden ruler to his young ward. Solomon crossed his arms and tilted his head in thought, even though deep down he wanted to break out in laughter. Sensing the mischief in the air, Marley’s temper snapped like a twig at the quiet Solomon.

“Well, don’t just sit there, magic man! Hurry up and fix me!” She growled.

Solomon snorted as her tiny voice rang like a gentle bell in his ears. Simeon just shook his head in disapproval while Luke looked on in awe at the little woman on the table.

“I can’t fix this with a spell, Marley. This was done by consumption, not incantation. Seriously, what did you think would happen when you ate Mini Candy with Hydra Blood Fizz?”

“I thought it was like soda and Pop Rocks! Why is food so weird here!?” Marley screamed as she jumped up and down.

“You really need to read warning labels down here, Marley. Remember how you almost ate Lunatic Pudding?” Simeon scolded lightly.

“It. Was. Pudding! Who does that to pudding!?”

Marley screamed before squatting down and gripping her hair with grumbling frustration. Her mind raced, wondering how she got into this mess in the first place. She just wanted a simple day of studying without anything going wrong but here she was, standing inches tall, surrounded by the Purgatory crew. Seeing her in distress, Luke offered his sympathy.

“Don’t worry, Marley, you’ll be ok. She’ll turn back to normal soon, right Solomon?”

Solomon grasped his chin gently.

“I don’t see why not but it depends how many candies she ate and how many sodas she drank. If it was only a few, she should turn back to normal soon. So, Marley, how much did you ingest?”

Marley looked away with her face darkened with embarrassment.

“Marley, how much?” Simeon parroted.

“...Half a bag and three bottles.”

Simeon blinked in disbelief while Solomon sighed heavily.

“Well looks like you’re going to be stuck like this for a while. I should probably message Lucifer to let him know what happened to you.” Simeon said as he pulled out his D.D.D.

Marley jumped to her feet and violently waved her arms in the air.

“DON’T! Anything but that!” She screamed.

“Why not? The brothers must be worried since you disappeared.”

Marley crossed her arms as her face turned grim.

“Yeah, and what do you think is going to happen when they get their hands on me? Especially behind closed doors?”

The room grew quiet as Marley’s statement rang deep within their minds. Solomon and Simeon’s faces turned red with embarrassment as the supposed scenario bloomed in their mindscapes. Luke, on the other hand, tilted his head in confusion.

“Wait, what does that mean?” He asked bluntly.

“They’re going to bully her like a cat to a mouse.” Simeon answered quickly and sharply, hoping the young angel took the bait.

Luke gasped in shock while everyone else sighed in relief.

“I won’t let them bully you just because you’re small now! It’s not fair!”

Marley snorted out a laugh before smiling softly with a raised eyebrow.

“Thanks, Luke. And thanks to you all for letting me stay here.”

“Don’t mention it. Besides, we can use this time to practice your casting and you being so small, we can practices spells and chants that need a lot of space, since your range has shrunken now.”

Solomon chuckled as Simeon motioned to Luke to follow him to so they could set the table for dinner. Marley snorted at him in retort before looking away in contempt. However, her attention was drawn with the table vibrated gently as the sorcerer rested his head upon his folded arms. He stared at her with his brown-blue eyes which caused Marley to radiate a defensive cold.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You’re covered in dust and lint. How did you end up so dirty?”

Marley looked away with a bit of shame on her face.

“I escaped through a hole in the couch I fell asleep on.”

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Lucifer sighed heavily as he pressed his fingers against his temples. It’s been over three days since Marley disappeared from the common room and they have yet to find any sign of her. He never imagined that he would be on his knees for anyone but here he was, on them looking for the now diminutive Marley. He thought about using Cerberus but he was more of a guard dog than a bloodhound. He groaned quietly as he thought about his brothers’ asinine suggestions from using mousetraps to having a bunch of cats roam the house to scare her out. Surely, she would come out from hunger alone but he dashed that aside when he remembered she was a natural-born survivor. He got to his feet and sighed as he dusted himself off before going to his liquor wall. He picked up a bottle of Demonus and wondered if he could use the enticing liquid as bait to draw her out. However, he buried the thought as Satan and Belphie entered his office.

“Ok, she’s not in the planetarium.” Belphie reported.

“Or the music room.” Satan added.

“Alright, now go and search the kitchen again as well as the dining room.”

Belphie sighed in annoyance while Satan groaned in disgust.

“I don’t want to, I’ve already missed a lot of my napping windows because of this.”

“And I need to catch up on my reading. Don’t you think this would go faster if you punished Beel and Levi after we found her?”

“Not to mention you tied up Mammon too. They’re only four of us looking and we’re running on fumes.”

Lucifer crossed his arms as he heard his younger brothers complain to him with solid logic.

“Fine, go untie them and give them your searching assignments. But let Mammon hang for another hour or two.” He coldly smiled.

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“I am so sorry, Marley.” Luke sniffled as he stared at the little selkie with watery eyes.

Marley just sighed heavily as she wrapped herself in her pelt. Simeon entered the room to see his protege whimpering for forgiveness from the tiny Marley.

“Wait, what’s wrong, Luke?” He asked out of concern.

Luke looked up at the kind angel as he gently opened his shaky hands revealing shreds of familiar-looking cloth.

“Um, is that Marley’s clothes? What happened?” He questioned softly.

Luke swallowed sharply, holding back his childish tears.

“I was trying to make Cloud Chess Pie and I got so into it, and...and- ”

Luke’s shoulders trembled as he tried to hold back his flood of emotion. Seeing this, Marley got up and drew Simeon’s attention to her so she could finish the tale.

“Yeah, I wanted a closer look but ended up slipping into the mixing bowl and almost ended up in the oven. Lucky for me, Luke noticed me in time before I became a baked good.”

“So that’s what happened. Luke, it’s ok, Marley isn’t mad at you.” Simeon claimed as he gave a gentle embrace to the upset angel.

“But that’s not it! She was covered in custard and I wanted to clean her clothes. I didn’t want them to get lost in the laundry so I tried to hand wash them, and-”

“-He used too much strength and my clothes ended up in shreds.” Marley sighed defeated.

“I see.” Simeon smiled as he hugged Luke, trying to calm him down.

“I’m not mad at Luke, he was only trying to help but now I have no clothes.”

“You don’t have any other clothes in your pelt?”

“I did, but those got ruined while practicing elemental spells with Solomon. So if anything, I’m mad at that jerk!”

“That’s harsh. I warned you if your mind is distracted, spells will backfire.” Solomon defended as he walked into the room.

Marley scowled at the tall sorcerer that smiled at her with his own brand of cheekiness.

“Don’t be such a smartass, I’ll blame you as much as I want.”

“Come on, Marley, that’s a bit much. Why don’t you wear your pelt?”

“I would rather have my pelt hidden so it doesn’t go up in flames again. You know, like when you told me to practice a fire incantation!?”

Solomon raised his hands in defeat as he took a seat at the table.

“Fine, you win. How do you want me to fix this?”

“Turn me back to normal size.”

“Quit that, you know I can’t do that. What if you ended up bigger than you’re supposed to be or you get even smaller?”

Marley just growled in annoyance at the smiling wizard who stared down at her. Solomon, on the other hand, sighed as he got up from the table and walked over to the decorated wall table.

“Don’t worry, I have a solution for this.” He claimed as he walked back to the table with a lightly colored rose in hand.

Marley scrunched up her nose at the flower that Solomon pointed at her with.

“You think giving me a flower is going to keep me from freezing your ears off in your sleep?” She barked.

Solomon just ignored her minor threat as his hair moved gently in a supernatural wind.

“Hear me, O threads of connections, weave your protective embrace around my pupil.”

As the words left his mouth, the petals gently plucked themselves off the stem and quietly surrounded the now on edge Marley. She swiped and tossed the petals away from her but her efforts were in vain as she was buried in a pile of flower petals. After much fighting, she finally was able to see as she dug herself out. There she stood, dressed in a makeshift strapless ball gown made entirely of rose petals as a final petal found itself on her head. While Marley gave an audible groan, Luke and Simeon looked on with surprise and wonder.

“Wow, Solomon, I didn’t know you could make clothes from flowers with your magic.”

“Actually, this spell was made with Asmo’s help. He went through a phase when he wanted to dress in flower petals but the minute he got hives, he wanted nothing to do with the idea. Either way, what do you think Marley? Does it suit your taste?”

Marley folded her arms.

“Yeah, if I was getting married! You think this is funny, don’t you!?”

“It’s not my fault. The spell lets the flower I use chose the shape and the fact I used a Rose of the Lady Moon, I’m assuming it has a bit of a royalty streak in it.”

“Ok, so which flower is the hoodie and shorts type?” She claimed plainly.

[rosesnvines]

Havens of Healing

A Lord of the Rings inspired piece starring characters from Brave, How to Train Your Dragon, and the Chronicles of Prydain. Hope you enjoy!! 

Fergus yelled out in pain as Mordu toppled him over. His men rushed to his side, only to find out one of his legs was gone. 

“Get him out of here!” cried one of the men before turning to face the nightmarish bear, the leader of the Hunters of Annuvin. But the bear tossed him to the side easily and charged after Fergus and the men attempting to get him to safety. But the bear tripped and stumbled over something, sending him tumbling across the ground. He let out a fierce growl before standing. A cloaked figure jumped in the way, brandishing a sword. 

“You will leave King Fergus alone!” shouted the figure. 

Mordu laughed. “Fool! No mortal man can kill me!” 

The cloak was thrown back, and a head full of red curls cascaded down past the warrior’s shoulders. “But I am no man. I am Merida, first born of Clan Dunbroch, and I’m going to kill you for what you have done to him”! 

Mordu laughed, then bent over to look her in the eyes. “You’re welcome to try.” 

“Merida! No!” cried out Fergus. Mordu attacked, and Merida quickly moved out of his way, taking a swing at him as he went past her. Her sword made contact with his leg, and he roared in pain. He charged again, and Merida ducked and swung. She nicked his other leg. Mordu didn't wait this time, he swung. Merida ducked and rolled befoer getting up and running. Mordu chased her. 

“Coward! Face me and fight!” 

“That’s how you win every time,” muttered Merida. She noticed a bow out of the corner of her eye and raced towards it. She scooped it up, along with an arrow, turned, and fired at Mordu. It hit him square in the chest. He paused to roar with pain, giving Merida a chance to look for another arrow. She found another and quickly fired it. That only made Mordu mad and he put in some speed. Merida grabbed a third arrow and quickly shot it before getting knocked over by Mordu and landing flat on her back. He roared in her face. 

“Did you really think you stood a chance against me? And now I shall deprive Fergus of more than just his leg!” Mordu opened his mouth, then closed it with a yelp. 

“Get off of her, you dumb bear!” 

Mordu let out a roar as he seemed to react to getting slapped around. 

“I said, get off!” 

“Where are you?” Mordu scanned the area, but couldn’t see anything. 

“Didn’t they teach you anything about the Fair Folk? We can turn invisible, you idiot!” 

“Thank you Doli!” said Merida as she scooted out from under Mordu. She quickly turned her attention to finding more arrows. Staying invisible might keep Mordu occupied for now, but it wouldn’t last for long. They had to destroy him, for good. And to do that, they had to knock him off his feet to reveal his weak spot. But how to do that? 

“Show yourself, you coward!” roared Mordu as he swiped at the air. 

“And lose my one advantage? I think not,” said Doli with a scoff. While the two argued back and forth like that, Merida found and picked up a few arrows. A loud yelp made her pause in her search and glanced back at Mordu. The face of the dwarf was poking out from between the bear’s massive paw. “Merida! Help!” 

Mordu growled. “What can she do? She’s just like you.” He looked at her, a dare gleaming in his eyes. “A coward.” 

She aimed an arrow at him. “Let him go.” 

“Or you’ll do what? Shoot me? You already did three times and that didn’t stop me. I am the strongest man alive!” 

“Bear, you’re a bear. You’re certainly as dumb as one.” Doli let out a squeak as Mordu squeezed. 

“Hang on Doli, I’m coming!” Fflewddur shouted as he ran across the field. He somehow managed to avoid getting hit by the flying arrows and the tossed spears, yet got his foot stuck in a fallen saddle. He began rolling down with the saddle and a few other things before everything came to a sudden stop by ramming into Mordu. The bear went down and the dwarf went up. Merida let out a soft gasp before dashing forward, she was not going to miss this opportunity and she was going to make sure she hit her mark. She got close enough that she knew she would get a direct bull’s eye, and loosed the arrow. The arrow pierced the skin of Mordu’s back left paw. The wind whistled as it began to swirl faster and faster around the bear. 

“Fflewddur! Merida! Get out of there!” shouted Doli. Fflewddur yelped, jumped up, and was out like a shot. Merida turned and ran. But there was enough strength in Mordu that he stood and chased after her. He lunged and raked his claws across her back before dissolving into a wisp of dust. Merida screamed before falling forward and losing consciousness. 

...

When Merida came to, she found herself swallowed in pillows and blankets, safe, warm, and very, very comfortable. She wriggled herself further under the blankets and pillows, and heaved a sigh of content. She hoped her mother wouldn’t come into the room. Her eyebrows furrowed. Why hadn’t her mother come in, anyways? It wasn’t Saturday. Was it? As she tried to recollect the day, the events of the past few days came back to her in a flash. Mordu. Doli. Fflewddur. Her back. Her eyes popped open and she reached for her back, rubbing the spot where the claws met flesh. It didn’t seem like there were any open wounds any more. She frowned. That meant she had to have been unconscious for a long time. But, how long? 

The door to her room opened and a familiar figure entered. She sat straight up, her eyes wide, and a soft blush found its way to her cheeks. “Gwydion!” While he did tell her he did not love her, nor was he interested in her, his presence still stirred a longing within her that she yearned to fill. 

He smiled. “Ah, I see you are awake! Your father will be most pleased.” 

“Where is my father? Is he alright?” 

Gwydion nodded. “Oh, quite alright. His leg healed faster than your back, obviously. He’s gone to the smithy to be fitted with a peg leg. He’ll be right back up here when he’s done.” 

“And, and what of the battle? And what about Doli and Fflewddur?” 

“We have won the battle.” Gwydion’s face fell. “But there is still more to be done to defeat Arawn.” A soft smile graced his face. “But Doli and Fflewddur are alright. They would have been here as well, but I sent them off to take a message to several people. We’re going to have a meeting about that very thing here tomorrow. Maybe you should show up. Who knows what ideas you have.” 

Merida glanced down and thought about it for a moment before nodding as she glanced back up. “Yes, I’ll be there.” 

Gwydion smiled. “Wonderful.” He nodded towards the chair in the room. A pale green dress was laid across its back. “Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll show you to the kitchen. Get some food in you. You’ve been out for a week.” 

Merida’s eyes widened. “A week?!?” 

Gwydion nodded solemnly. “Yes, a week. So you really do need to get some food into you soon.” 

Merida’s stomach grumbled. She placed her hands over her stomach before grinning sheepishly at Gwydion. “I think now will be a good time.” 

“Good. I’ll wait outside for you.” Gwydion left and closed the door. Merida quickly changed and joined him. They talked about a few things while they walked towards the kitchen, but the walk was mostly quiet. Once in the kitchen, Gwydion sought out a young man not much older than twenty. “Has anyone seen Hiccup?” 

Merida quickly covered her mouth to hide her giggles. Who names their kid Hiccup? But then the guy came forward, and she was glad she did. Her eyes widened as she realized how handsome he was. She could almost forgive him for keeping such a silly name. Almost. 

“Ah, Hiccup, there you are. Can you please make sure Princess Merida is well fed? I have a few other matters to attend to, and I will let her father and her friends know where to find her.” 

Hiccup nodded. “Yes, of course, your majesty.” 

“And, I would like it if you came to the meeting as well, Hiccup.” 

Hiccup sighed. “Yes, I will come. It’s the least I can do in my father’s place.” 

Gwydion placed a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you my friend.” He turned to Merida. “I will see you later. I’m sure your father, Doli, and Fflewddur will be joining you shortly.” 

Merida merely nodded before Gwydion walked away. 

Hiccup let out a sigh. Merida glanced at him. “At least you were trying to not laugh,” he muttered. 

Merida blinked before realizing she still had her hand over her mouth. She took it away. “Oh, right, sorry … hiccup.” 

He waved his hand, sighing again. “I know, I know, it’s not a common name to be naming one’s child. But, it is a Viking tradition and …” 

“Hiccup.” Oh no. 

He blinked. “What?” 

Merida waved her hands. “Oh no, it’s just … hiccup.” 

Hiccup’s eyes widened when he realized what was happening. Merida had a case of the hiccups! He burst out laughing. “I gave you the hiccups!” 

“It is not funny! It’s annoying!” 

“Exactly why I got my name,” replied Hiccup with a grin. 

“Oh hang it … hiccup … all. Just … hiccup … get me some … hiccup … food, will ya? Hiccup.” 

Hiccup laughed. “Right this way. We’ll have you stuffed and cured of the hiccups in no time.” Merida was stuffed and cured of the hiccups in no time. Not long into her meal, Fergus, Fflewddur, and Doli joined her and they got her caught up on all the news. Even learning that Taran, Ellidyr, and Gurgi had made it into the enemy’s camp and was searching for the Black Cauldron at that very moment. That, in fact, was what the meeting was to be about, how they could help them get to the Black Cauldron without being seen. But while Merida listened to every word and thought it all interesting, she couldn’t help but be distracted by the green eyes of a boy with a strange name. Maybe, once this was all over, they could see if anything was to come of the attraction, and if there was one on Hiccup’s part. But first, they had a Dark Lord to defeat.