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eleganzadellarosa · 1 year ago

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pairing: vampire!au, kyungsoo x fem!reader, dom!kyungsoo x sub!reader, kyungsoo x virgin!reader, Prince!Jongin x reader

genres: smut, angst

words: 14.8K

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, MINORS DNI [masturbation, slight spit play, face sitting, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it up fr), biting kink, pet names (darling, princess, love, baby),choking, oral (m and f receiving), fingering…etc.],cheating, blood (this should make sense)

author's note: I got tired of there not being enough Kyungsoo smut (to my knowledge anyway. If you have some recs, please do share) so I decided to write my own. Plus the teaser pics for cream soda did something to me and I needed to express it through writing lol. There's some plot but we're all here for the smut, and trust me it's smutty. So please enjoy, tell me what you think and thank you for reading <3

part 2 can be found here

Tomorrow was a special day, a day that you longed so earnestly for. Prince Jongin would be visiting again and with the amount of times he’s come over, a proposal was definitely underway. Jongin was a dream come true, the epitome of the “perfect husband". He possessed qualities that one could only ask for while on their knees. From his looks to his status, he was desired by many, yet his heart only yearned for you. It made you blush just to think about everything and how much of a blessing it truly was. The man was gorgeous, from his sun kissed tanned skin, to his tall frame and toned body.

But his physical appearance had nothing to do with why you fell head over heels for him. He was kind, sweet and gentle, something that most suitors only faked while courting their potential spouse. You’ve heard the stories and how many women lost the love for their husbands within the first couple months of marriage only to be stuck with bearing their children until death did them part. That wouldn’t be you though because that wasn’t Jongin--he was different. His personality was genuine and it was apparent from head to toe.

3 months in total counted for the amount of days that he’s visited which was considered standard courting practice for your time period. Your parents loved him and your heart skipped a beat whenever he was close. You wanted no one but him and you knew he felt the same about you. The time drifted by way too slowly and as you lay awake on your bed, your mind ran at 100 miles per minute. Scenario after scenario about how tomorrow would go kept you occupied until your mind finally relaxed enough for you to drift off to sleep.

“Wake up...wake up! It’s half past eleven!”

The sun shined brightly through the window across from you, violently pulling your heavy lids open. Your body tries to coast back into its peaceful slumber, but the person shaking you vetoed your plans. Your eyes once again opening to find said person extremely close to your face, making you immediately sit up as if you were already fully awake. It was Vivian, your servant, but you didn’t like to call her that because she was much closer to you than someone who would do whatever because of your superiority over them.

You were an only child, so she has been the only one around your age for as long as you could remember. She’s the daughter of a previous servant that once lived here but she died before you or Vivian were older than newborns and your parents were kind enough to let her stay instead of leaving her in the hands of an orphanage. You pitied her but she hated when you did so you tried not to show it, but you knew how hard it must have been without a mother. She never admitted it but your family is the only she’s ever really known so she didn’t know what to miss.

“Hurry, you have about 30 minutes before he gets here and you still haven’t bathed!” she says as she tugs at your arm, slightly pulling you off the bed. As much as you thought about him last night, you almost forgot who was coming today. You rushed off into the bathroom, where Vivian already had your bath set. She made sure to add some rose petals to your water, ensuring that your smell would linger every time you passed the prince by.

She left the bathroom after making sure everything was just right to give you some privacy. The bath relaxed you, maybe a little too much and the moment you stumbled into dreamland for the second time this morning, there was a knock at the door. Vivian came rushing in, towels in hand.

“He’s here! Get out right now, you still have to get dressed! And why are you so tired?!”

"I stayed up all night thinking about today, I couldn't help it!" you pouted as you reluctantly stepped out of the tub.

She shook her head while chuckling and pushed you out the bathroom door.

Your heart beat so fast it felt as though it would break through your rib cage at any moment. You both quickly rushed into your room, ready to choose the perfect outfit for today. Being aware of his love for soft colors, you opted for a powder blue peasant cut dress and white corset. You styled your long black tresses in a half up half down style with curtain bangs. The accessories were simple; dangling pearl earrings and a pearl hairpin to match. You weren’t one to wear makeup, but today being the special day that it is, powder set your face and a rose balm on your lips complimented your slightly tanned skin. You stood from your place at your marble vanity and did a small twirl for Vivian to assess the final look. Before she could speak, there was a knock on your door.

“Princess, please come down to the main hall and greet Prince Jongin, he has arrived.” The familiar voice of the butler spoke on the other end of the door. The anxiety began to swell when everything set in but you couldn’t let your emotions get the best of you. Feeling anxious was pointless anyway because you’ve met with Prince Jongin multiple times, but for some reason there was suddenly a heaviness in the air that made your stomach churn. She gives you a nod of approval and you both make your way out the door to head downstairs to greet your guest.

As you walk down the imperial staircase, you see two faces; one familiar and the other not so much. You curtsy in front of Jongin and he takes your hand in his, placing a small kiss on the back.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Princess. You look gorgeous as always.” he says smiling.

You return his smile and compliments but can’t help letting your gaze fall on the unfamiliar man standing feet apart from him. There was something in the way he stood, something in the way he looked, something you couldn’t put your finger on, but there was something off about him.

“Oh yes, please excuse my manners. Allow me to introduce you to my servant, Kyungsoo. A man of few words, but loyal nonetheless. You shall be seeing him a lot more often I hope?” he says insinuating that you accept his proposal; one which you’d be stupid to refuse.

Kyungsoo bows and makes his way over. Studying the man in front of you, he’s clad in a white blouse, the first three buttons unsecured so a small amount of the skin on his chest shone like the moon peaking out from the clouds. Black slacks, black dress shoes and then three dainty gold necklaces don his neck. His hair was also black, tousled perfectly in an elegant manner. A handsome man indeed, you had to admit, and the sense of mystery surrounding him had you staring for a lot longer than you’d have liked.

He stared back awaiting your move so he may properly greet you, yet here you were stuck, trapped and falling into his deep black orbs. There was a feeling there, something different from when you looked at Jongin. Like the pair whose love was forbidden yet the two couldn’t stay apart. The love could not be portrayed in plain sight but the tension between the two created a impenetrable force field.

Vivian clears her throat next to you which snaps you out of your thoughts. You curtsy and offer your hand to him who gently takes your hand in his. He also places a small kiss on the back, yet he doesn’t break eye contact. The small action making your breath get caught in the back of your throat.

With him being so close, you could smell the fragrance that wafted your way. It was breathtaking, like nothing you’ve ever smelled before. It was so perfect that it seemed to come from his pores, pheromones clouding and intoxicating your judgement.

“The king said he would be waiting for us. We should not keep him any longer.”

The statement from Jongin makes you avert your eyes from Kyungsoo and he removes his lips from your hand. He made your knees like jelly and your heart race a marathon. Your guard was down and you allowed yourself to fall prey to the subtle seduction.

Lunch in the banquet went quite well. Laughs, clinking wine glasses and cutlery colliding with the china filled the large space. Every once in a while those sounds were replaced with sips, breaths and sighs. You caught Jongin stealing a few glances your way when you moved to tuck your bangs behind your ear, making you blush every time. In the meantime, this is what kept your head on straight and you had almost forgot he brought his servant along, until he came in with Vivian to announce that dessert would be served shortly.

Having Kyungsoo in your presence made your posture straighter, if that was even possible. Everything about him made the hairs on the back of your neck erect. You shakily reach for the wine glass in front of you and knock it over, the red liquid spilling onto your dress. You gasp and quickly stand up from your chair and dab the area with the spare cloth from the table. You look up to see all eyes on you and you mentally slap yourself for the embarrassing act.

"Are you okay Princess?" Jongin asks, walking up to you with a fresh cloth.

“Yes, thank you. I must excuse myself, I would hate for my suitor to see me in such a messy manner.”

“Please, do not worry about such trivial things. I will be here when you return so please take your time.”

You smiled and bowed your head before heading toward the exit, Kyungsoo’s eyes never leaving your form. It made your body shudder. For what reason did Jongin bring him along? He was usually by himself but this time he brought his plus one. Was he to act as a test for your loyalty? You would have to keep your eyes on any tricks that he may try to play, you would hate for the prince to back out on the proposal because you couldn’t contain your newfound lust for his servant.

By the time you finished changing into something that wasn’t stained with wine, it was announced that lunch would be ending early. It felt like your fault even though you knew there must have been another reason. Dessert was the only part of the meal that would be missed so it was not that big of a deal.

You searched around for Jongin only to find that he was with your father in his study. A guard blocked the door and informed you that their conversation was important and the king ordered they were to not be disturbed. You thanked him for the information and tried to contain the giddiness you felt rising in your chest. They could only be talking about one thing and you hoped you were right. As you turned on your heels to leave, the guard cleared his throat.

“You did not hear this from me, but Prince Jongin will be staying with us until Sunday.”

Although surprising, it was a logical decision since the journey back for him was quite long and the day was almost over. By the time dinner came around, he had excused himself and settled for a nap instead, further confirming the trip was taxing. You wanted to bring up their conversation over the meal but you knew your impatience would only irritate your father, so finding out would have to wait. If only waiting wasn't so hard.

After dinner, you made up your mind to get ready for bed early so you would have all your energy for a full day with Jongin tomorrow. You enter the bathroom and undress in front of the tub, throwing your worn clothes to the side not caring where they landed. The water was warm yet kissing the temperature of being too hot, but it relaxed your muscles which was much needed after feeling so tense for most of the day. You cup your hand to gather water and run it down your body, taking deep breaths and closing your eyes, the scent of lavender floating through your nostrils.

"Princess..." an unfamiliar voice making you jolt, your eyes shooting open. There was no knock on the door or sound of the door opening. You turn around and see Kyungsoo standing not far from where you were. You quickly sink further down into the tub in hopes that the water would cover your breasts.

"Sir Kyungsoo…what are you doing here?" He walks closer to the tub which ultimately causes you to try and back up, only resulting in your top half being exposed. You quickly cover your chest with your arms and your heart rate flies through the roof.

"Prince Jongin told me to come and check on you and to also see if you needed assistance with anything. Miss Vivian was very kind and told me where you were, although I suspect she didn't think I would be entering. And please, no need for formalities, I’m but a mere servant.” He ends his sentence as he sits on the edge of the large tub. He runs his fingers through your bath water and scoops some up in his hand, your eyes following his every movement.

“You don’t have to be so tense around me darling, I won’t hurt you. I give you my word.” As you look up at him ready to deny his claims, the water he stored in his hand cascades down your back making you gasp. He repeats the action, this time letting his hand run down the damp skin. “I thought your beauty had limits”, he gently grabs your chin with the same hand and leans in closer to your face, “but here you are proving me wrong”.

Not trusting your voice you stayed silent, mentally punishing yourself for letting him get away with this. If he hadn’t been holding onto your chin, your jaw would’ve fallen slack. Your arms were already at your sides when his gaze travels down your body and land on your chest and hard nipples. His tongue peeks out from inside his mouth to wet his lips, and it immediately sent tingles straight to your core. He looks back up at you and smirks before standing and exiting the bathroom.

On the outside of the door, his chest heaved. He suddenly felt restricted in his loose clothing. He leaned his head back against the door and ran a hand through his hair. “What in God’s name am I doing?” he thought. He was unlike his normal self, reserved and respectful. You were doing things to him, taking his control away from him. You were the puppeteer manipulating his movements. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on and don't get him started on how lovely you smelled. He cursed his heightened sense, only making it harder to resist you. He knew of the intensity of your relationship with Jongin; yet he wanted to snatch the man's happiness away.

He didn’t believe you could be as perfect as Jongin described you in his many stories but seeing you today made him realize they did you no justice. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way you moved, the way you spoke, the way you dressed. Each and every thing about you had been perfectly molded by God himself, the only reasonable answer for such a beautiful being. He wanted you, and seeing you in your most vulnerable form in the bathtub made his pants a little tighter.

He knew what he was doing to you, how his actions had heavy consequences on your body. He wanted you enamored, wanted you within his grasp. He fell for you as soon as his eyes met yours and he knew he would do whatever it took to have you. However, he knew of the possibility of that never happening especially since he held onto a secret that only a small few had knowledge of, and that included Jongin.

You hadn’t noticed you were holding your breath until the door shut and the air filling your lungs makes you cough. This man was unpredictable, risky and for your own sake, it would be best to avoid him as much as you could. Your plan to stay grounded against any foul play went down the drain when he got close to you. You hoped everything you felt was all in your head and the consequences weren’t a heavy burden to bear.

For the rest of the evening, any thought of what happened earlier you tried to shove to the back of your mind. It was becoming hard to not think of the man the more you would occasionally pass Jongin in the halls. He still had your heart but whenever you crossed paths, your mind was never on the man in front of you. Instead you seemed to look through and around him wondering if his shadow would be following closely behind. This disappointed you as he was never to be found and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Alas, you were too nervous to ask and truthfully you had no reason to, especially when the man passing you by in the corridors would claim you as his any day now.

“I hope you sleep well Princess. I am grateful to be given the opportunity to see you again in the morning.” Jongin bows and walks past you, down the hall and into his room for the night.

You offered him a small and respectful smile and couldn't deny the warm and tingly feeling you felt when he spoke to you. You sighed deeply knowing that the next few days would be hell with both men in your home.

Midnight soon came and you went into your room to change into your pajamas. You opened the armoire, one that matched the marble pattern on your vanity. An ivory, satin nightgown would be perfect for tonight's weather and also with how warm your body felt. You flopped onto the bed and covered your face with your hands before letting them drop to the sides of your head. Today had put a lot of stress on your mind and rightfully so. Having this strange and beautiful man around had your mind doing mental olympics. "I thought your beauty had limits, but here you are proving me wrong" that line played in your mind over and over and never failed to confuse your heart more each time.

Memory of the way he touched you replayed on loop. The words to stop him were stuck on the tip of your tongue but deep down you wanted him to continue and that's what made it scary. You loved Prince Jongin and your answer to whatever question he had would always be an immediate yes, still you couldn't take your mind off of Kyungsoo. The way he licked his lips as he scanned your body, his touch making you gasp, just everything about his entire being was starting to make you feral even though you only met the man today. Your hormones were getting the best of you and you blamed it on your period possibly arriving soon. The more you thought about him the more the throb between your legs became increasingly obvious and it begged to be touched.

Jumping up and carefully locking the door, you returned to your bed to get comfortable under your blanket and remove your panties. This was so unlike you, but the thought of him sent fire through your veins and there was no other option to satisfy the agonizing thump. Starting with larger circles, they quickly turned into smaller, concentrated ones as you settled into the new feeling. You continued to rub your clit and the slick from in between your folds coated your finger. You wanted more, no, you needed more and the only way to ease your arousal was to insert a finger. The feeling was definitely foreign but it helped alleviate some of the pressure that didn't seem to go away with your earlier actions. The image of Kyungsoo licking his beautiful plump lips popped into your head once more and a small whimper slipped past your lips.

Slightly startled, you quickly sat up and looked around as if there would be an audience watching you touch yourself. You've never once worried about the sound travelling throughout the castle but even if you did it would be useless. The castle wasn't small and with the old stone walls, no sound would penetrate its forces. You settle back into your spot and finish what you started. Knowing no one would hear you, Kyungsoo's name rolled off your tongue as you moaned. You added another finger and began to thrust into yourself faster, back arching off the bed. It didn't take long before the knot building in your stomach snapped and you released your juices all over your fingers.

You lay there in awe of the new sensation, a sheen of sweat dancing across your chest and forehead. Whatever control you believed you had over yourself was snatched away from you in the last 15 minutes and it would be safe to think you'd never get it back. You reach for the handkerchief on your bedside table to clean the mess on your fingers and between your legs. The guilt washed over you when you finally laid your head on your pillow. Your loyalty knew no bounds but now you questioned if it was ever one of your qualities. The thought of Jongin finding out what you did tonight made you cover your face in embarrassment and curl your body into a ball. What if he didn't want you anymore, what if he could tell that your mind hasn't been on him since you laid eyes on Kyungsoo? What would he think of you?

Kyungsoo also had no luck with getting you off his mind. He stood with his hands gripping the sink, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, wondering if the man on the other side was still him. It was becoming too difficult to keep his urge of releasing all the pent up feelings while he was all alone. He thought of how the droplets of water glimmered against your soft and supple skin. He imagined you moaning his name when you gasped at his touch. Every thought sent blood right to his lower organ. It was painful, the way it pressed against the fabric of his pants as if it would break through any second.

He reached down and palmed his erection through his clothes, grip on the sink getting tighter. His breath quickened as he moved his hand faster. It felt good but still wasn't enough to shake the thought of you. He pulled the zipper down along with the waistband of his briefs just enough so his dick popped free. Concentration deep within his brows as he focused stroking his length as if he was within your velvety walls. He felt it, the feeling of ecstasy building up waiting to explode. A few more pumps and he came in his hand, moans hidden behind the lip caught between his teeth. It wasn’t until his lip fell free that he noticed the drops of blood coming from it.

Another look in the mirror and he saw just how much of himself he let go. Piercing red eyes and fangs to match. This was dangerous, you were dangerous. He would never be able to keep his secret to himself with you around, but he craved you. He so badly wanted to have his dick buried deep inside you and his teeth sunk into your skin. It would be euphoric and if he didn't get it, he might just wish for death.

Breakfast the next morning was quite large given that there were extra guests but sometimes you thought it a waste since the abundance of food left over could feed a whole village. As you entered the great hall, you scanned the grand area in search of Jongin. He wasn’t here and you wanted to be courteous and wait for him before you touched your food. You spot Vivian on the other side talking to Kyungsoo and your curiosity got the best of you. Jealous wouldn’t be the right word to use but you felt the need to go over and cut their conversation short no matter how important.

You wave to Vivian as you close in on the pair and her eyes light up when she sees you, making Kyungsoo turn around. He bows and you extend a curtsy.

“Prince Jongin will be here shortly, he’s just having a slow morning so please do excuse him.” Kyungsoo looks at you as if to watch your face for any changes.

“That’s quite alright, you both must be tired from your long journey yesterday. I have no problem with waiting for him.”

He smiles softly and excuses himself, walking toward the exit.

Vivian nudges you and leans in when he's no longer in sight. "Is it just me or is something really weird about him? Or...maybe it's just because he fancies you." her voice being a mere whisper, inaudible if you hadn't been so close to her.

Your head whips in her direction, "Nonsense! He does not! But yes something is very different about him and I'm not sure how one would describe it."

"You may not think so, but I definitely do. He watches you every time you're around. He pays no mind to anything else going on around him and he looks at you like you're rations on harvest day."

You wanted to call her delusional but you knew of the interactions you had with him yesterday and you could never muster up enough courage to tell her about your conflict. As the hopeless romantic she is, the situation would excite her but she would tell you to think logically and remember how much you love and waited for Jongin. Maybe that's what you needed, someone to tell you that it was stupid to even think about someone else. Not now though, you would do everything in your power to deny the feelings budding for the new man and focus solely on your suitor.

Breakfast was served and your stomach grumbled the second the variety of aromas caressed your nose.

"Good morning Princess, I hope I did not make you wait too long. I would have rushed here sooner if I knew you were already present."

You turn to look in the direction of the voice. Jongin stands before you and you offer him your hand. He kisses it and you give his a light squeeze. "Please do not worry about such things my prince. I did not wait long but would have waited longer if you needed.

He smiled brightly hearing you call him "your prince" for the first time and admittedly it felt weird to you even though it left your mouth with ease.

After the meal, everyone returned to their rooms to await the next. You laid on your bed while indulging in your favorite book. There was a soft knock on your door.

"Please come in" you say, shifting your weight from your stomach to your elbows to gain leverage and look in the direction of the door.

To your pleasant surprise, Jongin enters with a bow. You quickly stand up from your bed and run your hands down your dress to straighten it out.

"Oh! Prince Jongin, what brings you here?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk in the garden with me? I love to take walks around noon, the sun is at its highest then."

Perfect timing. This is what you needed, some time completely alone with him so you had no other distractions. "I would love to, I will be right down."

A big smile paints his face and he releases a breath that was anxiously waiting in his chest. "Take your time, I will meet you outside when you are ready."

To say the garden was huge was an understatement but it was the perfect place to relax and unwind. Jongin offers you his arm to hold while you two take the stroll.

"Is the sun too bright? I can ask Kyungsoo to bring an umbrella if you'd li-"

You tighten your grip on his arm slightly startling him, "No no, it's perfectly fine! The rays from the sun are healthy in small amounts and it feels great on the skin." The excuse was corny but it was the best you could come up with.

He offers you a warm smile and extends his hand in front of you as a way to say "lead the way". The last thing you needed was for Kyungsoo to come and ruin this time with Jongin. If the man you had your arms locked with right now knew of the exchanges with his servant, he would probably look at you in disgust. You were going to pass this test one way or another.

Thankfully Kyungsoo was the last person on your mind the entire time. The prince lead most of the conversations but you didn't mind, his voice was just as attractive as the rest of him and seeing him laugh so freely was like a breath of fresh air.

He gave you butterflies and to think that he wanted to marry you and no one else, made you feel like you were on cloud 9. You didn't give much thought to what your husband would look or be like when you were younger, but if you did, you know he would fit the description perfectly.

"We must head back now, it will be time for lunch soon and we wouldn't want everyone looking for us. But before we go-" he pauses as he brings a hand from around his back to reveal a pink rose.

You gasp in delight and grab it, fingers brushing against his. Courageously, you stand on the tips of your toes and place a small kiss on his cheek. "I love it so much, it's beautiful! Thank you."

Although he tried to hide it, the obvious blush on his cheeks told you just how much the kiss excited him. If you wanted to keep the other one off your brain, things like this would have to be more frequent. You didn't want to come on too strongly but there was no denying how much he loved you and you had to do whatever it took to keep your feelings in order.

Now you were curious what he spoke about with your father since he still hadn't proposed. Was he rethinking his decision? The thought made you nervous and wondered if everything Kyungsoo did was simply a test and Jongin knew about it all. It would be futile to ask him now especially if it meant opening a can of worms; you definitely weren't ready for that conversation.

After lunch, Vivian dragged you to her room to interrogate you.

"How was your date with Jongin? Did you hold hands? Did you kiss him? Tell me everything!"

You chuckled at her straightforwardness. "It was amazing! He's such a lovely person, I could hear him talk all day. And...maybe I did kiss him." You had to quickly add more to your sentence before she screamed "But only on the cheek, nothing serious!"

"Oh how great it must feel to have two men longing for you at once." She clasped her hands at her chest and looked up as if she were imagining it.

Your smile dropped. "Vivian again with this? He doesn't like me, I'm just new to him."

"If you saw him today, you wouldn't be saying that." She tilted her head and looked off to the side.

Suddenly your interest was piqued. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, he looked like a dog who lost its master. The entire time you were out with Jongin, he walked around aimlessly like he counted down the minutes until you returned. I have seen my fair share of people in love and he's definitely one of them. He wishes he was Prince Jongin, I can see it in his eyes."

You had thought about it and on multiple occasions within the past two days. What would it be like to have Kyungsoo wanting to spend the rest of his life with you? Would you want the other instead? It felt selfish thinking about something like this when Jongin was so nice to you. It felt inconsiderate to think that the thought of Kyungsoo was the one to send you over the edge when you pleasured yourself at night.

You would talk to him tomorrow you decided. You needed to know the intent behind his actions and would politely ask him to keep the relationship platonic.

After bathing, you returned to your quarters. Tonight's attire was a white, sheer, long nightgown that was maybe a bit too sheer to even be considered clothing. You hop into bed and lay on your back, relishing the way the silk sheets felt against your skin. The feeling sent shivers down your spine and memories of your orgasm coaxed you into wanting another. You tried to compel the idea to the back of your mind, but unsuccessfully so when you remembered what Vivian said about Kyungsoo. You spending most of the day with Jongin equating to nothing in this moment. Remembering how disappointed he looked when you waited patiently for Jongin at breakfast. And his voice. It was so deep and sultry, every word laced with passion and you wondered what it’d be like to have him whisper in your ear. He was too intoxicating.

Succumbing to the growing feeling between your legs, you reach under your nightgown and start to rub your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. The initial feeling makes you squirm in place, closing your legs to add to the friction. One finger, then two gets inserted and it quickly turns into you riding the palm of your hand when you curl your fingers upwards to hit the gummy spot that shortens your breath. Whimpers turn into moans and before you know it, Kyungsoo's name is rolling off your tongue again like it's the only name you know. You speed up and right before you can reach your climax, there's a knock on your door. Quickly sitting up and adjusting your appearance, you rush over to the door to open it. You peek around the door, shielding your body as best as you can from whoever awaited on the other side.

It was him. The man whose name you were just moaning like crazy. Your face instantly turns a shade of red when you realize that he could have heard you before he knocked on the door. Angling your body further away from the door, you stare at the man a bit longer before he decides to speak up instead.

"May I come in?" He waits for your response which felt like an eternity. “You seem…busy? I promise it will be quick.” He says slightly pushing the door to allow himself in, becoming impatient with waiting for you to speak up and afraid someone would catch him.

It was the embarrassment and the way you had no strength to debate that made you back away and allow him to step past the barrier of your door. He closed it behind him and leaned against it. It was then that he took the time to realize your almost naked frame in front of him.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to attack you then and there but there were more important things at hand. You noticed how his eyes traveled down your body and you finally became conscious of your scantily clad figure, quickly covering your chest with your arms, forgetting that left your bottom half exposed under the sheer gown.

"What is it that you need Kyungsoo? Perhaps we can discuss this in the morning?"

“No! No…it can’t wait. I have to tell you how I feel now before I go insane.” You look at him confused, heart racing the more he spoke. “You’ve been driving me mad since I’ve first laid eyes on you. You’re more perfect than words can describe. I hate myself for not believing Jongin when he would come home and brag about just how pretty you were. I know you understand how I’m feeling too because even now you look at me with an indescribable want in your eyes.”

He walks closer to you and lets his hands rest atop the arms that cover your breasts. He moves them away from your body and lets his hand travel down your right arm, stopping at your wrist. He brings the hand up to his mouth and sucks on the two middle fingers. His eyes close and he lets out a low sigh.

“And with the way you moaned my name while riding these fingers, there’s no denying my existence ignites you from within.”

He looks to you expecting you to prove him wrong, to tell him he had no business confessing his feelings for you when Jongin lay his head a few rooms away, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t acknowledge that his feelings were invalid and not mutual. So when he leaned in closer, you met him halfway and allowed him to connect his lips to yours.

The kiss was needy and filled with hunger. His tongue swiped your lips asking permission and you opened your mouth giving him access to explore you. He wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly and drags his teeth over your bottom lip making you whimper. He begins to pepper light and gentle kisses across your law line and down to your neck where he nips and sucks on the skin. Tongue sliding across your jugular, a moan escapes your lips. He continues his abuse on your neck and brings his hands up to cup your boobs. He massages the flesh, hands dancing across the skin in search for your nipples, pinching them when he finds them. He suddenly halts his movements, cupping your chin in his hand looking at you for what felt like a millennium.

“My love if you want me to stop now, tell me. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.”

You grabbed his hand and looked at him with hooded lids, eyes filled with lust.

“I don’t wish for you to stop and I don’t wish to regret this moment.”

His lips are back on yours, this time more passionate and filled with love. He kisses his way past your neck and down to your chest. He goes to suck on your nipple through the thin fabric, massaging the other between his fingers. There was nothing you could do to hold back your moans and he loved every second. Just as you were about to lock your fingers in his hair, he stops and pulls you in the direction of the bed. He sits down on the edge and pats his lap.

"Come here." he says pulling you forward to straddle him. His hands travel up your thighs and settle on your ass, massaging it as he looks back up at you. "Would it make me selfish if I said I was jealous of Jongin even though I have you here like this?" he says pecking your lips after every couple of words. "You were on my mind all day, I couldn't contain myself. I had to come taste you, I wouldn't be satisfied any other way." He moves your hips to grind on his lap and your head falls back as you moan.

You couldn't let him take over just yet, you wanted a clear mind but with the way he had you feeling, you would bet he cast a spell on you.

"If I said you were, then I'd have to call myself something much harsher." You say through broken and choked moans.

Leaning back, he pulls you up so that you now sit on his chest. "I want you to sit on my face, I need to taste you now before I lose my mind."

Hesitant at first, you couldn't shake the thought of suffocating him. He had gained your trust in the short amount of time though and everything else has felt great so far, so you expected he had already weighed the pros and cons.

As if reading your mind, he pulls you up higher on his chest, “I’ll be okay and you'll feel good if you listen, I promise."

You hover over his face for a few more seconds before you lower yourself onto his mouth, your thighs resting on either side of his head. His licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit and your hips buck involuntarily. A low breathy moan comes from the both of you. He wraps his hands around your upper thighs to stop you from moving. He laps away at you like a parched dog, making your toes curl. You tangle your fingers in his hair to try and regain your control only to fail miserably when he dips his tongue inside. A loud moan escapes you and you can feel him smile against your heat.

"Kyungsoo p-please, it's too much!"

Of course he doesn't stop and instead rubs circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb. At this point your brain was fuzzy, no thoughts running through it. A few more licks and sucks on your clit and you become undone, cumming all over his tongue as you scream his name. He continues to lick to let you come down from your high and then quickly flips you so that your back is against the bed, his chin glistening with your juices.

"Open your mouth, see how fucking good you taste." Not caring about your image anymore, you open your mouth to allow him to dribble the mixture of his own saliva and your essence down your throat. "Swallow."

Not giving you time to process, he dips down to kiss you, the rest of your fluids spreading over your lips. He brings his hand back to your pussy and uses his fingers to tease your folds.

"You're so wet for me baby, is this how badly you wanted me?" You nod as he brings you back into a kiss, easing one of his fingers in. You felt so good around his fingers and he could only imagine how you would feel once he finally got his dick inside. For now, he wanted to take his time and feel every inch of you. "Come here. I want to feel your mouth on me, see how good your throat feels."

You sit up on your knees and see that he's already removed most of his clothing except for his shirt. You look down and see his dick hard, tip touching his belly button. He was big, bigger than you expected but you've also never been with a man like this so there was nothing to go off of as reference. He positions himself back at the edge of your bed and you sit on your knees in front of him.

He tapped on your left cheek, "Open. Tongue out."

Following instructions, he tapped his length on your tongue, precum leaking from the tip. Everything about this felt sinful and in truth it was, but it was exhilarating and you craved the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was the way he looked at you or the way he handled you, whatever it was, it was becoming poisonous. He sat back on the palms of his hands and you took it as a sign to do whatever you wanted. You've only seen things like this in the books that the maids kept hidden in their belongings; you and Vivian sneaking to read them when no one was looking. You had no idea what you were doing but you knew you wanted to make him feel good.

You lick from the base to the head, seemingly doing something right because he hisses and bites on his bottom lip. You kitten lick and place a light kiss on the head before taking his length in your mouth as far as you can go. He hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Good girl. Fuuuck...just like that." he reaches down to grab a handful of your hair but not to force you back down. He so badly wanted to buck up into your mouth but didn't want to hurt you or cum too quickly.

You bob your head and hollow your cheeks, sucking as much as you can before easing your way back down. His eyes are closed and his head is back, veins straining in his neck. You brought a hand up to stroke whatever didn't fit in your mouth and the grip in your hair got tighter. Seeing him like this boosted your confidence and also made you wetter. You were testing his self control and if you kept this up he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going too far.

The muscles in his thighs were starting to tighten and he knew he was close. "I don't want to come just yet, I want to be inside of you." You let go of his dick with a pop, eyes watering and saliva trickling out the side of your mouth.

He pulls you back into his lap and into another heated kiss. Without the barrier from the clothing, the skin to skin sent your mind into a frenzy and it made you throb in anticipation. You mimic what he did to you and dragged your teeth across his bottom lip, earning a deep groan from him. He breaks the kiss and once again lets his lips travel to your neck. He trails the kisses up your jaw and bites your earlobe.

"Would you like for me to fuck you so hard you forget your own name?", his breath is warm against your ear and you were sure you made a wet spot in his lap.

"Please, I need you. I can't take this anymore." You could feel him grow harder beneath you when your begging came out more like whines. He roughly pulls back on your hair, exposing your neck to him and he doesn't miss the chance to suck harshly and almost leave hickeys behind. You moan and grind your hips on him, making him curse under his breath. "Please Kyungsoo, I need you. You make me feel so good, I want you so badly."

He stops his attacks and lifts you off his lap to throw you back onto the bed. He hovers over you staring into your eyes deeply. "Are you sure you want to continue? We don't have to."

You were past the point of questioning if you wanted him anymore and you weren't going to pass up the opportunity after getting this far. You wanted your first time to be with someone you chose and right now that was him. "My heart would never forgive me if I said no and I'm not one to not give it what it wants."

He smiles and kisses you once more, "I'll go slow my love, I'll take care of you." He eases his way inch by inch, making sure to give you time to adjust to his size; constantly watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

He was stagnant, not minding that you took your time to get comfortable. You were thankful it didn’t hurt as much as everyone made it seem but knowing the circumstances in which you were doing it, only made it feel like the punishment would be stronger.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. "Kyungsoo...I want to feel you now."

His pace started slow and steady, ensuring you didn't feel any pain even though you gave him the okay. When you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, that was all it took for him to speed up. His rhythm is relentless, but you didn't want it any other way. The feeling was beyond words and if there was a way to pause time in this moment you would have done so.

"Look at me while I fuck you. Close your eyes and I'll stop" he says, holding the back of your head so you could look at him. Keeping your eyes open was easier said than done when they closed every time he thrust back in. Every moan you tried to hold back, forced its way past your lips. "Let me hear them, let me hear how I make you feel."

He tried to keep it together, but the way you were clenching around him, he wasn't going to last much longer. It all felt like a dream and it started when he walked through your door. He didn't plan on this but hearing you moan his name before he knocked and seeing the way your fingers glistened when they wrapped around the door only corrupted his thoughts.

"This pussy is mine, tell me it's mine. Tell me you want me to fuck you like this forever."

The combination of him fucking you so deeply and the way he spoke to you made your head spin and you knew your orgasm was approaching for the second time tonight.

"It’s all yours Kyungsoo! Fuck me like this forever, make me yours forever!"

You didn't think it was possible, but his thrusts felt deeper and harder. His head went down to your chest and he sucked a red spot in a place that only he’d know. The blood rushing to that area had him thirsting for more and before he let his teeth break the threshold, your walls fluttered around him violently.

You were sure you saw stars, your legs shaking. It took a few more thrusts from him before he pulled out and finished on your stomach.

Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

It was a close call at most or perhaps it was a sign that he was letting his guard down too much. You were pushing him to the edge of insanity so much so that the side of him he spent so much of his life trying to hide was easing its way to the forefront. If he wanted you to trust him, he could never let you know of the real him.

"That was the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life." It came out almost monotonously but you had no strength to put more feeling behind it.

He smiles and reaches to your bedside table for anything to clean the both of you off. In contrast to how he was a few minutes ago, he was extremely gentle as he wiped the mess you created. Watching him made your heart flutter, more than it did when you were with Jongin. Oh no, Jongin. He hadn't crossed your mind since your walk in the garden with him earlier. The guilt came flooding in and it made you feel sick to your stomach. You were supposed to be marrying Jongin, not Kyungsoo and now with what you've done, you feel like you've ruined your chances of that ever happening.

Kyungsoo notices the shift in your mood and pulls you into a hug. "What's wrong my love? What is weighing heavily on your mind?" he asks, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and small strokes to your back.

"What about Jongin? How will I ever marry him after what we've done tonight?"

He stops rubbing your back, making you look up at him. "I will not be informing him of what happened tonight. It doesn't matter who you marry, you're mine for as long as we live."

You push yourself off of him, "How would that even be possible? I cannot have these relationships coincide."

"He doesn't have to know, and he won't. I can't let you go now that I have you. I want you and I will always want you till the day I die." He cups your face in his hands. "Even if I have to wait 100 years, I will never stop loving you."

Spending this night with Kyungsoo made you unsure of what you wanted, but you definitely weren't sure if what you wanted was Jongin anymore. You wanted to marry him but thinking of being able to have Kyungsoo whenever you wanted him made your heart beat with excitement. The thought made you feel like a whore, but you never meant for any of this to happen. Kyungsoo was irresistible and thinking back on it, he was also very sweet and caring. There was no way you could marry Jongin and be with Kyungsoo, without him or anyone else in your castle finding out about it. All of it was too confusing but for now you wanted Kyungsoo as much as you wanted to marry Jongin, you just wish there was a way to make both things work.

The following day Jongin was stuck to you like velcro which you didn't hate but him being around meant that Kyungsoo was around too. You couldn't help but feel guilty and now there was no reversing it. You didn't regret your night with Kyungsoo but it only complicated things more. Every touch or glance in your direction from Jongin never went unnoticed by him, and he watched you like an animal would stalk its prey. The eye contact was another thing. Each time your eyes met his, it was like reliving your moments with him in your bedroom. You felt your face and body heat up and you prayed the blush didn't show on your cheeks.

It also didn’t help that he looked extra good today. Instead of a blouse, he wore a black vest over a white button down, a single chain accentuating the breast pocket. It fit him so nicely and complimented his wide shoulders.

Jongin sits up in his seat and leaned over the table, resting his head in his hand. "I'm going to go horseback riding, would you care to join me Princess?"

"Sure, I would love to. I haven't been riding in some time though so my skills may not be to your liking."

"Ah well, you can ride on my horse with me if that is best. I wouldn't want you to feel as though you're a burden, even though you truly wouldn't be."

You nod in agreement although you weren't really sure what you just agreed to with feeling Kyungsoo's eyes piercing the back of your skull. It drove him crazy to be this close to you and not be able to touch you. After last night he wasn't sure how he would live without you and tolerate seeing you with another man. Jongin didn't know how good he had it, he could walk around with you freely and not be judged. That's what Kyungsoo wanted, you all to himself. You were his, not the property of a prince. He reluctantly followed the both of you outside and awaited his next order.

“Kyungsoo, do you mind helping the Princess with her boots while I go get my things? I want her to be as comfortable as possible.”

He bows his head lightly and grabs the boots to put on your feet. You take a seat on the small bench between the tall, green hedges that lined most of the garden. He kneels on one knee in front of you and places your foot on top of his thigh. Jongin was barely out of eyesight when he lifts your dress high on your legs. You shoot him a shocked look when you feel him pepper kisses up your inner thigh.

“K-kyungsoo, w-what are you doing? Someone will see…” you try to push his head away before you lost yourself in the feeling. He didn’t take heed to your warning and nipped at the soft skin, letting a moan rip through you. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time. His dick can’t help but twitch watching the way you try to keep your composure and with knowing how easily you can both be caught at any second. He wastes no time to push your thighs further apart while dragging his nails down your other leg.

“P-please, not now. Not here.” was all you could manage to say while trying to stay coherent. You wanted to scold him for being so bold but every time you felt his mouth get closer and closer to your clothed heat, all thoughts of reprimanding him left your head.

You look down to see his eyes on you and seeing him so content between your legs did something to you. He hooks his fingers around the fabric of your panties and pulls them to the side to give himself better access. He licks long and achingly slow stripes through your folds. You had lost the battle of trying to keep yourself together and already had one hand tangled in his hair.

You bit down on your other fist to hush the sound of you moaning but the more he ate you out, the louder you became. As if he knew you wouldn’t be able to control your volume, he slips a finger inside and curls it upwards, hitting the spot that made you weak. At this point you were riding his mouth with the way your hips bucked up against his face. He added another finger and sped up the thrusts. He switched between sucking on your clit and fucking you with his fingers. You were so close now that you could taste it, however he suddenly halted his movements and quickly slipped on both of your boots. You open your mouth to protest but he gives you a look that kept your lips pressed together tightly. He fixed your dress and licked his lips to rid himself of any evidence that he just had his face nestled between your legs.

Jongin returns mere seconds later with a saddle nuzzled under his arm. “Are you okay Princess, you look a bit flushed? Are you feeling under the weather?”

Embarrassing was an understatement and knowing you were in a noticeably messy state, brightened the blush on your cheeks. “No no, I’m alright. Perhaps I should start wearing more sunscreen?”

Your answer seemed to satisfy him as he offered his hand to you to lead you toward the stables. You look back at Kyungsoo who bows as Jongin takes you further away.

Jongin had frequented the palace enough to have claimed one of the horses as his own. It was a beautiful black Friesian horse he named Trophy. When you entered the stable, the horse began to whinny seemingly knowing of Jongin’s presence. He offered it pats and rubs over its head and body before placing the saddle on its back. Making sure it’s secure before hopping on the horse and grabbing your hand, letting you sit in front of him so that he had complete control.

You were practically sitting in his lap with how close he was. You thought you would be behind him and find security in holding onto his waist, but the tables were turned and his arms rested on either side of you as he held onto the reins.

“Are you comfortable Princess?” he looks from around you, almost resting his head on your shoulder. It made your heart flutter and in the moment you wanted to turn your head and lock your lips with his.

“Yes, thank you. Are you comfortable as well?” You heard the smile in his voice when he agreed to your question.

“Please let me know if you need me to slow down or if you’re ready to return.” And with that he snapped the reins and the horse was off, slowly walking out of the stable.

For the remainder of the ride you couldn’t help but notice how good of a horseback rider Jongin was. Every move that he made was precise and calculated and it was like the horse was made just for him. The more the horse picked up speed the more Jongin would rut against you from the force of the gallop. The constant friction was starting to turn you on and you could only imagine what went through his mind behind you.

Although wanting to turn around and straddle him, you were having fun. Horseback riding used to be one of your favorite pastimes and now you wonder why you ever stopped. It was the adrenaline that came from the speed and the wind that blew through your hair that made you feel like you could do it all day. He made Trophy come to a halt and you took a look at your surroundings. It was an area that you’ve never seen before and you questioned whether you were still within the kingdom walls.

“Oh my, this is breathtaking! This doesn’t even feel like home.”

“But it is, it’s just very far away from the palace. I learned about this place while out on a ride and it’s been my favorite to visit ever since. I can bring you here often if you’d like?”

You nodded and he helped you off the horse. It was like a mini oasis within this small forest. The trees were all covered in fresh blooms, a waterfall flowed down into a midsized pond which held some of the clearest water you’ve ever seen.

“Do you like swimming Princess? We can take a quick dip before returning.”

You quickly nodded and a smile lit up his face. He took your hand and lead you closer to the edge of the pond. He began unbuttoning his sky blue blouse and pulled it over his head, revealing his toned abs. You knew he was fit but never knew just how sculpted his body was. Seeing him like this made your insides stir, not dismissing how you finished undressing him with your eyes. He guided you into the water slowly and never took his eyes off you. The water sloshed around you both as you moved further in, your dress already soaked from your waist down. He let go of your hand to give you more freedom and you immediately submerged yourself to drench your entire body.

When you came up, you playfully swatted some water on him causing him to chuckle and mimic the action. The splash fight continued for a few minutes before you both grew tired of clearing the dripping water from your faces. He swam closer to you and grabbed you by the waist. He looked down at you, a mixture of love and lust in his eyes. Looking at you for a few seconds more, he dipped down and placed his lips on yours. His lips were soft and he moved them in such a rhythmic manner, much more innocently than Kyungsoo. You bring your hands up to cup the back of his neck and deepen the kiss.

He pulled you into him some more and slid his tongue over yours, earning a moan from you. He kept one hand on the small of your back and the other rested on the back of your head as he kissed you hungrily. He broke the kiss, chest heaving and lips red.

“I love you” he says as if he couldn’t contain the words in his mouth. He looks at you scared as if he had made a mistake saying it to you.

“I-I love you too Jongin.” You didn’t lie when you said it back. You’ve known him for some time now and being on edge waiting for his proposal further proved just how much you cared for him. The problem now was you found yourself falling in love with Kyungsoo too which was for lack of better words, insensitive.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

It was like an arrow shot through your heart as he finished his sentence. Here he was pouring his heart out to you and last night you tangled bodies with his servant whom he trusts. Your conscience scolded you and you wanted to clutch your chest to stop the pain.

“We should start heading back now, the sun will set soon.” he says already adjusting the equipment on the stallion.

Thankfully you sat in front of him so he wouldn't question the tears that streamed down your cheeks. Guilt was hitting you hard, wishing you never made the mistake but not regretting your time with his right hand man.

Kyungsoo is already waiting when you and Jongin return from the stables, his face stoic but his eyes told a different story.

“Please grab the Princess a towel so she may dry herself off, we wouldn’t want her to catch a cold. I shall be inside doing the same.” Jongin walks up to you and kisses your forehead. “I had a great time today and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

You exchange smiles before he walks away and turn your attention to Kyungsoo whose face is twisted.

“You smell like him. Too much like him.”

"What? How?" You looked down, grabbing the closest piece of your dress to see what he smelled on you, yet to your senses you only smelled wet.

Ignoring your question, he picks a towel up from the glass table and pulls you in by your waist. Your hands fall onto his chest and he begins by drying your hair. “Why are you so wet? What did you do with him? You can see right through your dress!”

He wasn’t lying, your dress stuck to you like paint so nothing was left to the imagination. Your nipples poked and prodded their way through the material.

“We went swimming…”

Visibly annoyed, he rolled his eyes and continued drying the rest of you. The sky was already beginning to get darker with the sun declining, but it seemed darker than it should have. Large drops of rain started to fall from above instantly darkening spots on the concrete path. You look up and open your hands to catch a few. You really should get inside before your immune system gave up on you.

“I’m going to go inside.” You go to walk away but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back toward him, catching you again by the waist.

“I'm sorry but I can't help being jealous. If you can’t handle being with me, at least don’t make it so hard for me to stay away from you. You’re driving me crazy, I can’t live without you.”

It was confusing. How could your heart love someone you’ve only known for less than a week? And it was starting to become more so than the person you’ve known for 3 months. How were you to solve this matter when there was no logical answer; always concluding with one or the other?

"I-I don't know what to say."

"Say you love me. Love me forever."

His lips brush gently against yours, once again weakening your knees. You gently shove him away.

"I want to...but you know I can't."

"Hm, I understand. It's best you go in now, you've been out here long enough." He bows slightly and walks away from you. His heart ached, all he wanted was to be able to love you without consequence. He's never hated his life so much than he did now.

"Oh to be reborn again as something other than a peasant" he thinks. Better yet, to be reborn as Jongin would satisfy him the most. All he wanted was you, all he needed was you and knowing he couldn't have you had him torn between anger and sadness. He was becoming desperate now, willing to do any and everything to split you two apart. He hated that he was so weak for you, for being so unlike himself. Tomorrow was the last day of their stay and he was aware of the plans Jongin had with you.

A proposal. A promise of a union between two parties. "In sickness and in health; till death do us part", he would have to hear you say those words and see you seal them with a kiss. It would be torture but he wasn't blessed with royalty nor in a different body and this would be his punishment for letting things get so far with you.

It was late and you have long since been dry. Having taken too many sips from the glass of water next to you, it was best to make a quick trip to the bathroom before you got too comfortable in bed. A single candle in its holder dimly lit your way, your feet slapping against the cold marble flooring. Someone clears their throat softly next to you making you almost drop the candle.

"I'm sorry if I startled you princess." Jongin walks up to you, face illuminating in the small light. "W-would you like to spend the night with me? Tomorrow is my last day with you and I would love if I at least got the chance to share my bed with my future wife."

Admittedly taken aback by his request, you would miss him when he was gone and didn't get much time with him with your mind so preoccupied.

"Everyone is asleep so they won't notice."

You followed him after using the bathroom. You had never been in his room before, let alone any of the guest rooms so seeing how different everything looked made you feel like you already lived together.

He grabbed your hand and guided you to the bed and let you climb in.

"Goodnight my love, tomorrow will be a great day" he says kissing your cheek before turning over with his back pressed against yours.

You laid awake too many thoughts going through your mind to settle into relaxation. Based off of what he said, he was sure to propose tomorrow. It excited you, the thought of being a wife but also his wife. You've waited long enough to get to this point and backing down because of some new feelings would not get in your way. This was a test, you thought, and although you've failed most of it, you were going to make the rest count.

There was a shift in weight behind you and now Jongin no longer had his back pressed against yours. There was something hard pressed against your ass, you knowing what it was almost immediately. He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer making his hard on settle in the crevice of your behind. You grabbed his hand that draped over your midsection and gave it a squeeze, letting him know he could continue.

He kissed his way down from your ear to your shoulder. He rolled you onto your back and hovered above you. The moonlight lit the room just enough so he could see your expression. It felt different, being under him versus being under Kyungsoo. It was like darkness and light, Jongin being the latter.

His hand ran down the sides of your body, taking his time to admire every inch. The gentle touches leaving lingering tingles on your skin. He moved back up to caress your face and finally leaned down to put his lips on yours. After kissing you earlier, he knew he wanted another, not being able to wait for the wedding day. Your lips were soft and he loved how your nose would brush his ever so slightly.

You were like a painting in his eyes, each brushstroke carefully placed to form your very image. But something changed in the way you looked at him since his stay. He had his doubts but seeing his close companion look at you the way he did, he knew there was something there. Not something like he had with you, something so much more mature and unadulterated.

He wasn’t going to let his fear obstruct his goal, he was going to marry the love of his life even if your heart leaned more toward Kyungsoo. He took this opportunity to pour his feelings into his actions and he hoped they would properly relay the message.

His hand reached under your night dress and brushed between your folds through the fabric. You bit your lip as he watched your changing expressions.

“Feels good?” He pressed down a bit harder and quickly swiped over your clit.

You nodded and reached down to massage his dick. It felt thick and warm in your hand and his eyes threatened to close from your ministrations. He discarded you of your undergarments and playfully teased your pussy. He wanted to see just how far he could go before you begged him for more. You reached under his pajamas and released his achingly hard dick from its restraints. He hissed as the cold air kissed the tip making him leak more precum.

He finally let a finger dip inside your cave and he quickly added another when he felt just how wet you were. His dick twitched in your hand. To think he would be able to fuck you whenever he wanted had him already making plans for babies.

You stroked him with both hands now, precum making it easier for your hands to glide over him. One hand reached down to cup his balls and gently roll them while the other fisted closer to the head. He was bucking into your hand, dick growing more sensitive by the second.

His fingers already started to speed up to get you closer to your climax as well. You were both breathing heavily and moaning, falling weak to the work you put into each other. His fingers curled up and hit your sweet spot making your back arch off the bed. Your hands sped up the more his did and your orgasms were approaching quickly.

“Fuck, I’m so close please don’t stop”, he pleaded with you adding his thumb on your clit to speed up the process.

Your words dissolved into the air above you as your vision started to close in. You writhed under his touch and chased your high.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum, please tell me you’re close” his fingers were thrusting sloppily but he felt your walls tighten, giving him the motivation he needed to push through.

Your stomach balled into a knot ready to snap and when he came down to suck on your collarbone, you moaned loudly as your climax spilled over. You squirted all over his already sensitive dick and he couldn’t hold back the cum that spurted out onto your chest and stomach.

You winced at the emptiness when he removed his fingers. His hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed red. He dropped down next to you, both of your chests heaving.

“Thank you for making this night special, I’m sorry if it didn’t live up to your expectations.”

You felt sad that he thought that way, not really knowing what made his self esteem so low. You look over at him excited to tell him how much you loved it but his eyes were already closed. You rolled over and pressed a kiss to his temple and rested your head on his chest, sleep coming to claim you as well.

You woke up in a daze, unable to tell how much time had passed. You had to get back to your room before morning came, not needing anyone to find you anywhere else. Jongin’s arm wrapped around your torso and his face nuzzled in your neck--you were stuck. You eased your way out of his grasp and tiptoed toward the door, looking back to make sure he didn't stir awake. You took a deep breath before twisting the knob as quietly as possible. The real mission would be getting to your room and not being spotted by anyone. The floor was cold and you wished you wore socks or at least something on your feet. You ran lightly and as quickly as possible with your arms being the only things that kept you warm.

You passed by a room and heard shuffling on the other side so you moved as fast as your feet would allow.

"What are you doing?"

You stopped in your tracks when you heard the voice. You knew who it belonged to and didn't have the confidence to face him. You slowly turned on your heels and saw Kyungsoo standing in the doorway of his room. He barely wore anything so his body was on full display.

"You frightened me, I'm just going back to my room."

He cocked an eyebrow upwards and stepped passed the threshold of the door.

"Going back?" He knew exactly what you meant but he didn't want to accept that Jongin would be ballsy enough to get you caught in the morning just because he wanted more time with you. Yet he knew he'd do the same especially since his heart was already starting to break into pieces knowing he wouldn't see you for a while after tomorrow. This was unacceptable and borderline unfair. “If you can enjoy getting wet with him, stay and get wet with me.”

Your mouth was dry and you truly had nothing to say. He had a way with his words that turned you into a puddle. You stared at him trying to think of something that would make him let you off the hook. He walked over and stared down at you. He leaned in to kiss you softly, conveying a different feeling than he usually does. His hand comes up to rest on the back of your head, tilting his to gain advantage. He pulls back and look at you.

"Don't leave me to deal with these feelings by myself. If I have to live with you being with him, then just for tonight let me be the only one you think of."

How could you say no? After tomorrow, you would have to act like your feelings for him didn't exist. As hard as that would be, unless you wanted to be executed for adultery, it was all you could do. He escorted you to his room and shut the door, being extra careful to lock it. You followed him to the edge of the bed, watching how he removed the rest of his clothing slowly, making sure your eyes never left him. Your eyes were everywhere, from his face, his chest, all the way down to his hardening length. He cupped your face and dragged his hands down to your neck, then to cup your breasts.

He slowly pulled the straps of your nightie down and left open mouthed kisses on any inch of skin that became exposed. Stopping at your nipples, he made sure to suck and massage them before continuing his journey down your body. Soon the gown reached your pelvic bones and he wasted no time in hooking a finger under the waistband of your panties to pull them down with the rest of the material. You were both now completely naked, skin basking in the candlelight. He pulled you onto the bed with him and sat against the headboard making you straddle his lap.

This time you didn't wait for him to make a move and kissed him with your hands linked behind his neck. His hands were all over you massaging circles into the flesh. Tongues wrapped around each other like a waltz, a work of team effort. Your body called for oxygen, the kiss becoming too intense but neither of you cared enough to let go. You took initiative to stop the kiss before it snatched the last breath in your lungs.

"Ride me." he pressed down on your hips as he ground up against your core.

You let out a shaky breath as you leaned forward on your knees and aligned your hole with the head of his dick. The stretch as you gradually eased your way down was magnificent and he bit his lip as he watched your face contort from the pleasure. The more you bounced on top of him the less he could control his sounds. The squelching noise that came from your bodies clashing only added to the vulgar sounds that filled the room. He ran a hand up your back and grabbed a handful of your hair. He tugged at it roughly and sucked and licked on the vulnerable skin on your neck. His other hand came around to grab your ass, digging his nails in and spreading it so your pussy opened more.

Your head was spinning, so much overstimulation, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. His strokes were getting sloppier indicating he was just as close.

"Fuck-I love you so much" he said through grunts. He knew what he wanted to do next based off of your response. If he were to get over you, he'd have to expose his true self even if that meant scaring you away.

"I love you too Kyungsoo~" your mouth hung open and you moaned his name, toes curling from your impending orgasm. You needed just a little more to push you over the edge.

He took that as a sign to carry out his plan. He let the lust consume him fully, baring his fangs, sinking them into your neck and not letting up on the animalistic pace he set. It was painful but it mixed so deliciously with how he rolled his hips into you. Your eyes rolled back and your body tensed up. It's what has your orgasm hitting you like a train, vision turning white. The feeling was incredible even though as you came down from your high, you can't tell what just happened.

Just the image of you in this moment could make him cum, but that combined with the taste of your blood was heaven sent. He had never had anything like it. So fresh, sweet and pure. He never thought living his fantasy would play out so soon but your reaction was even more surprising. He didn't count on you enjoying it and wanted to use it as an escape route, but here he was drowning in the sight of you cumming all over him which lead to his own orgasm. He sucked in a breath, abs contracting as he painted your walls white.

You looked down at him and couldn’t believe the astonishing sight. He looked beautiful, dashing red eyes and canines sharper than a knife. As the few drops of blood trickled from the side of his mouth, everything all made sense now. The strange man you've come to fall in love with these past few days was a vampire. It’s why he carried such a mysterious aura, why he smelled so ethereal, why his presence was so lethal.

He had you speechless and now he was even more scared awaiting your next words. He licked the remaining drops from his lips, eyes wide. “Please say something.” His eyes searched your face for anything but he couldn’t decipher your expression.

“Kyungsoo…you’re beautiful. I-I don’t know what else to say.”

Tears brimmed his eyes knowing you didn’t hate him for who he was. Though now, his ploy of using this to get over you fell through and he had nothing left to try. Truthfully he wasn’t going to try. He loved you deeply and if he had to live with you married to someone else, he would take whatever he could get. You were his forever, he would never allow himself to love anyone else. He hated that he fought for the top spot with Jongin but the heart wants what it wants and as you said to him before he wasn’t going to not give it what it wanted.

Lying to yourself wasn’t an option anymore. You thought you would be scared seeing him in his true form, but it added so much depth to his character that you couldn’t help but be attracted. You knew now that life without Kyungsoo would throw you into a deep depression. You needed him like your organs needed blood.

Morning came and you felt your eyes had only been closed for 5 minutes. When they finally opened you quickly processed that you weren’t where you were supposed to be. There was a loud knock on the door and you looked at Kyungsoo’s sleeping form next to you. Another knock woke him up and he quickly threw the blanket over you and told you to stay quiet and lay down. He put on whatever clothing he discarded last night and shuffled over to the door.

“Oh, sorry to wake you but I’m looking for the Princess, she’s not in her room and I wondered if you knew where she was but it looks like you haven’t left your room this morning.”

You heard Vivian’s voice from under the cover and cursed under your breath. You swore you would make it back to your room last night and ended up staying with the man you definitely shouldn’t be caught with.

“I will be out momentarily and I will help you look for her. Perhaps she is outside or in another area of the castle.” Kyungsoo made up an excuse as fast as his mind could conjure and shooed Vivian away. He returned to you after he closed the door and removed the blanket from your head. “They’re looking for you, you know what today is.”

You got up and gathered all your clothes before making your way to your bathroom unseen with Kyungsoo’s help. He left your room after kissing your forehead and going to tell Vivian that he “found you”.

What a way to start off your proposal day. You’re just glad that Jongin wasn’t the one running around the castle in search for you. Vivian came knocking on the bathroom door a few minutes later.

“Why didn’t I think to check here first?” She says tapping a finger to her lips when you opened the door. “Your father has requested you meet him downstairs in 10 minutes, so we need to hurry.”

After much preparation in so little time, you made your way down to the main hall to see both of your parents, Jongin and Kyungsoo standing there. You knew what this meant and it had your nerves jumping. After such a long wait, you were finally here at the end goal, something you thought to be so far away. Jongin and Kyungsoo bowed when you reached the bottom of the stairs, a big smile plastered over Jongin’s face.

“As you know, Prince Jongin has been coming to spend his hours with us over a long period of time in hopes that he would one day ask for your hand in marriage. Today he would like to go forward with that and make you his wife so long as you should accept.”

A lump formed in your throat as your father spoke. Tears fought to leave your eyes but you held them back as much as you could.

Jongin went and bowed slightly in front of your parents. “Your highness, if you would please allow me to take your daughter as my wife and protect her with my all as her husband.”

Your parents nodded their head, your mother also fighting the urge to cry. You quickly glance at Kyungsoo whose eyes were watching you. You both knew of what you had to do and would have to deal with it for the rest of your lives. So when Jongin stepped in front of you, you knew what came next.

“Princess…will you accept my proposal and spend the rest of your life with me as my wife?” He looks over at Kyungsoo before continuing. “You will have free reign to do whatever you please as long as you promise to never let your love fade.”

You gasped softly, no longer able to contain the tears. This whole time he knew of your feelings for Kyungsoo but wouldn’t let his feelings for you dissipate. You turned such a happy moment into something sorrowful unbeknownst to the onlookers.

“I accept your proposal Jongin and you have my word.”

Cheers erupted all around you and Jongin pulled you into a hug, him too letting tears fall onto his cheeks.

Your fate was sealed, destined to marry the man of your dreams while you got the dick wet of another. There was no turning back, especially not with the child brewing in your womb belonging to the man you snuck and spent your last night single with. You would have to face the burden of it all one day but as for now, you mentally crossed off today; the day you longed so earnestly for.

#kyungsoo #kyungsoo smut #vampire #exo kyungsoo #exo #exo do kyungsoo #exo do #exo smut #kyungsoo x reader #kyungsoo x you #jongin #exo jongin #exo kai #jongin smut #kai smut

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dontknowmanijustworkhere · 29 days ago

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Summary: Ian finds out that Mickey is ticklish and like a good husband, takes full advantage of the situation. That includes enlisting Lip to help torture him

If anyone else has any requests for these two, I'd love to do it!

@ally2747

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Finding out his husband was ticklish absolutely delighted Ian.

After a long day of work, shitty, whiny clients and dealing with Mickey's dumb fuck cousins (his words, not Ian's), Mickey was more than ready to be done with the day and go to bed.

"Hey," Ian was in the doorway of their room. Mickey had already taken off his uniform, stripped down to his boxers and a shirt. "You okay?"

Mickey shrugged. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, man."

But Ian did worry. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mickey play around on his phone. Swiftly, he plucked the phone away, ignoring Mickey's protest of, "The fuck, Ian?" and curled up beside him.

"I gotta worry," Ian kissed his temple. "You're my husband."

Mickey softened, recalling those exact words he'd said to Ian. It was just the trick to getting him to open up. "I'm fine, man. Just tired and shit."

Ian nuzzled his hair. "You're tense, baby. I hate to see you like this."

"I'll be better in the morning, E."

He inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent of his husband's hair. "How about I try to make you feel better?"

"Yeah? How?"

"Can I give you a massage?" Ian fully expected him to reject the idea on account of it being too fucking gay. To his surprise, Mickey didn't immediately veto it.

"You ain't gonna tell anyone?" Mickey was hesitant.

Ian shook his head. "I promise."

"Fuckin fine," Mickey mumbled. "Do whatever..."

"Okay, lay on your stomach," Ian rolled his eyes fondly when Mickey sighed heavily. He did it, chin on the pillow. Ian came to sit on his knees beside him. "I'm gonna put my hands under your shirt, okay?"

"Jesus, Ian. I'm not a fucking pussy, just do it," Mickey complained.

Muttering about asshole husbands under his breath, Ian got started. He worked from the top at his shoulders and down to his sides.

So far, Mickey was silent, just taking it all in. At least once, Ian leaned down to kiss the back of his head. Mickey liked to whine about how clingy he was but he was just stirring up shit. He loved it as much as Ian did.

Ian didn't think anything of it as he gave Mickey's side a squeeze. It wasn't intentional to make him laugh. So it threw him off to hear his husband stifling his laughter?

"Are you laughing?" He said, baffled.

"Fuck- no! Just get on with it."

Maybe he'd imagined it. The sound had been pretty quiet anyway. Then again, he didn't think he imagined it.

So he repeated the action.

This time, Mickey's giggles were a little clearer.

Holy shit, Ian thought when Mickey choked back some more laughter, squirming beneath him.

"Are you ticklish?" Ian said with a big grin.

"Fuck yhohohou is what I am," Mickey snickered.

Just to be a little shit, Ian lightly tickled those sides again, slow and soft. As desperate as Mickey was to keep himself quiet, it was all for nothing. He laughed, it was loud and made Ian's heart skip a beat.

He wanted to hear it again.

"Sh-shit!" Mickey cried through his laughter, trying to make himself smaller to escape Ian's fingers.

"You're so ticklish," Ian was grinning. "Oh my God, your laugh is so fucking cute."

"Nohohoho I'm nhohohot," Mickey was howling, bunching up his shoulders even though it did no good.

"Sure seems that way, Mick," Ian said cheekily. He went a step further, climbing onto Mickey to pin him down so he couldn't get away. "Whatcha gonna do about it, Tough Guy? Huh? Whatcha gonna do if I tickle you here?"

He trailed his fingers towards Mickey's stomach, snickering at the thrashing his husband was doing.

"Nhohohot thehehere!"

Ian smirked at the rise in octave. "Not there? What about here?" He went up higher to where his ribs were. That turned out to be a good spot. Mickey wiggled around frantically, which wasn't much since he could barely move, his laughter fucking adorable, not to mention uncontrollable so Ian let up a bit. The tickling slowed down so he was only giggling.

And as Ian looked down at Mickey who was trying to recover from the tickle attack, he already knew he was gonna be taking advantage of this.

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"No fucking way," Lip said in disbelief. "Mickey?"

Ian nodded. "I swear to God it's true."

No one else was awake. The two brothers lounged around on the couch, with Ian who ended up telling Lip all about the previous night.

"And he was.... laughing?" Lip clarified.

"Hysterically," Ian said, a grin peeking through.

"Holy shit."

"I know."

"And how was he afterwards?" Lip asked. "Was he pissed off?"

"Not too bad. I think he might've been a bit embarrassed."

"Makes sense. Never thought a Milkovich would be ticklish."

"You never tried to tickle Mandy?" Ian said.

"And get punched in the throat? Nah man. It never got like that between us," Lip said with that fairway look in his eyes that meant he was getting lost in last memories.

Ian drank from his beer bottle. "You wanna help me tickle Mickey, then?"

"What?" Lip said with a startled laugh.

Ian shrugged.

"....Why?"

"Come on, Lip. Weren't you just complaining about Mickey being a smartass the other day?"

"He's always a smartass," Lip said.

"Yeah, but you were being pissy the other day so it worked you up more than usual."

Lip stared, unimpressed.

"You could get some payback," Ian said enticingly.

Lip didn't have to think twice.

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Ian waited until no one else was home to enact the plan. He didn't want to actually embarrass Mickey, at least not in front of the whole family.

It so happened to be their day off so he and Mickey were chilling in the living room, watching a shit ton of TV. Lip came inside from the RV, meeting Ian's eyes.

"Hey."

Ian greeted his brother. Mickey just grunted, his focus on the television and nothing else.

"Mind if I join you?" Lip said casually. "Tami took Freddie to see her parents and I don't gotta go in until later."

"Sure," Ian responded.

Lip plopped down on the empty spot on the couch. This jostled Mickey and he finally tore his eyes away, glaring.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Sitting down," Lip said.

"Get your own fucking spot. We ain't sharing."

Ian shrugged. "I don't mind."

"You shut the fuck up," Mickey said, annoyed. To Lip, he said, "Move along, College."

"That's not very nice, Mick," Lip smirked.

"So fucking what? Whatcha gonna do about that, Tough Guy?"

"Funny you say that," Lip said. "Because Ian told me how ticklish you are."

Mickey froze. He tried to sit up but in an instant, him and Lip had him pinned. "Get the fuck off me!" He hollered.

Lip smiled evilly, digging his fingers into Mickey's sides. Ian watched his husband squirm, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress his giggles.

"Come on, Mick, don't hold it in," Lip taunted.

"Here, let me try," Ian followed suit, scribbling all over his husband's stomach.

Mickey had little to no resistance to the double attack. He burst into loud, screechy laughter. There wasn't much room for him to wiggle away. He was simply forced to take it.

He was laughing so hard that all his pleas came out like gibberish.

"Galla- sthahahp! Oh my Gohohod!"

"Whatcha gonna do about it, Tough Guy?" Lip mocked. He and Ian quickly walked their fingers up and down his sides.

"Not thehehere!" Mickey screeched.

"Holy shit, man. You weren't kidding," Lip grinned. He scratched at Mickey's ribs, his grin widening when the other man practically squealed. "I'm barely touching him."

"I wonder if Mandy knows how sensitive you are?" Ian asked with a smirk.

"I'm gonna fucking kill yhohohou," Mickey was able to overpower Lip, falling to the floor with a thud to get away. But unfortunately for him, Ian was bigger and stronger than he was. He easily re-captured his husband, shouting to his brother,

"Get his feet!"

"No!" Mickey flailed his body around. "Don't you fucking dare!"

Lip, of course, was eager to get revenge on his brother-in-law for all the smart ass comments over the years. He grabbed one of Mickey's socked feet, wasting no time in dragging his nails along the trapped foot. He was visibly gleeful hearing Mickey emit high pitched noises.

"Tickles, huh?" Lip taunted.

Ian chuckled.

"Sthahahp, phehehwase."

"I don't know," Lip deliberately slowed his fingers down, scratching under Mickey's toes, pretending to be in deep thought. "I don't think I should."

Mickey's jerking was growing weaker. He was just laying there helpless, laughing harder and harder.

"Plhehehease."

"But Mick, you're laughing so hard," Ian teased.

"You know, I might be able to be persuaded," Lip said smoothly. "If you tell me I'm a genius."

"Fhuhuhuck no."

Lip shrugged. "Then don't. Have it your way."

With Mickey jerking less, Ian was able to hold a hold of his wrists so he could keep tickling him also. He shot his hand towards Mickey's underarm, pleased at the new stream of giggles that flowed from him.

"You wanna try that again?" Lip said nonchalantly.

Mickey only held out for a few more seconds.

"Okay, okhahahay!" He cried out, tears of laughter falling. "You're a fuckin ghehehius!"

Lip was smug. "You think we should stop now?"

"Nah," Ian smirked.

"The fuck? No. Fucking stop you assholes- hahaha!" Mickey fell into another bout of laughter when the brothers resumed.

#tickle fic #tickling #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #lip gallagher

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myveryownfanfiction · 10 months ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

request from @onedirectionlovers2014

request: So when Tony has to push the middle up towards the sky at the end of the movie and goes into space and blows that up, when he's calling pepper, that can be changed to the reader, the reader actually answers and hears everything so they're worried But the avengers bring Tony home afterwards and the reader basically takes care of him by feeding him and running him a bath

warnings: Avengers 1 spoilers, mention of death, Battle of New York, swearing

I raced back to New York as quickly as possible. Images of Tony flying through the wormhole played through my head as pieces of the phone call he made repeated themselves over and over again. When Happy could no longer get the car through the city safely, I told him to just meet me at Stark Tower when he could.

"He's going to be alright (Y/N)." Happy said, squeezing my shoulder before letting me take off in search of Tony. Police, SHIELD agents, and everyone in between gave me strange looks as I went racing through the city. I kept trying to call Tony but I didn't get a response. It wasn't until I tried calling Natasha that I felt like I was finally able to breath.

"He's alright. We're on our way to Stark Tower now." She said. "One last...back off Stark...no I'm not giving you...HEY!"

"(Y/N)?" Tony asked. I put a hand on my chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank fuck." I breathed out. Tony laughed on the other end. "Don't you ever do that again Anthony. You scared the crap out of me."

"I know. I'm sorry." Tony said softly. There was some teasing from Natasha in the background and I could hear Steve trying to keep the peace. "We're almost back at the tower. We got to grab Loki and then we're good. Thought about going out to try shawarma. Wanna join us?"

"No. And you're not going anywhere mister." I said. I could hear Tony gulp on the other end. "You are going to stay at the tower and wait for me. Then we are going to eat actual food and I am going to make sure you are alright." The line went silent for a second. "I saw you fall Tony. The suit powered down didn't it?" Silence. "Tony." I breathed out, looking up at the street sign. "Listen ETA ten minutes. I'll wait in the lobby. Come get me when its safe."

"Will do. Love you." Tony said before handing the phone back to Natasha. I hurried through the destruction to the tower. Fury was already there and ushered me in.

"I told Tony I'd wait here for him." I said. "What the fuck happened? Sending a nuke..."

"Security counsel." Fury said. "I was the only one who vetoed." I stared at him for a second before nodding. "(Y/N), you should know...and knowing Stark he won't tell you..."

"He called me. I know he went up. I know the suit powered down. That suit wasn't meant for space travel. Which is what I'm assuming he did." I said. Fury nodded.

"He was dead when he came down." I paused and looked away. "Rogers and Banner were with him. The Hulk actually. Thor too. But Rogers wouldn't have known the first thing to do and Thor was going to light Stark up to bring him back. Hulk did something and it brought him back." My eyes found Tony as he walked out of the elevator, Loki surrounded by the rest of the Avengers. "He's too proud to admit it, but he needs you. Especially now." I nodded.

"He was going to go out with the team for food. I'm making him stay in." I said. "Did someone look him over?" Fury shook his head. "Course not. Send someone up to the penthouse. Or what's left of it. Tony and I will meet them up there." Fury nodded once he saw Tony making his way over to us.

"Thank god you're safe." Tony breathed out as he hugged me. I hugged him back, finally feeling all the anxiety leave my body once he was back in my arms. "I'm so sorry for scaring you. I shouldn't have done that." Tony rubbed my arms as he pulled back.

"Called me?" I asked. "Or taken the missile up?" Tony dropped his gaze to my shoulders. "Because we both know that if you were faced with that possibility again, you wouldn't change a thing about how you handled it." Tony nodded and leaned in to bury his face in my neck. "Just make sure you have a better suit next time. One designed for wormhole based space travel." Tony let out a quiet laugh before pulling away to lead me back upstairs.

"Its kind of destroyed. But the bathroom still works. And the bedroom is fine." Tony rambled.

"We can rebuild. Its fine." I assured him. "I'm going to order food from that one Italian restaurant in Queens. Assuming its still there. We can have a bath while we wait for it." The doctor that Fury had sent up came into view and Tony paused. "But before all that, you are going to get checked out." He looked over at me with a frown. "Fury told me your heart stopped. You were dead Tony. Neither of us know what Hulk did but he brought you back. You owe Banner for that by the way. It was Rogers and Thor and we both know neither one of them would know the first thing about getting you out of that suit or the help you needed. So you are going to get looked over," I pointed a finger in Tony's face. "And I am going to assess the damage to our private area. Then we are taking a bath and eating and going to bed." I patted Tony's shoulder as the doctor came over before walking away to see if we would need to get a hotel for the night.

#tony stark #tony stark fanfic #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark fanfiction #robert downey jr #robert downey jr x reader #robert downey jr fanfic #robert downey jr fanfiction #robert downey jr imagine #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man fanfic #iron man fanfiction #iron man imagine

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invisibleraven · 1 year ago

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Haunted Holidays

December 5: Music <-AO3 link!

“You’re telling me we’ve got no gigs booked at all?” Luke asked Flynn incredulously.

“I’m telling you that right now almost every spot is booked up with acts doing holiday orientated music-choirs, pageants, concerts and the like,” Flynn explained calmly. “Not many people are lining up to see a rock show in December.”

“There has to be more than none!” Luke retorted. “Not everyone wants to hear the million and second cover of Jingle Bells or Silent Night!”

Flynn shrugged. “What can I tell you buddy? Christmas sells, so you can either accept that you aren’t playing through the next month, or start learning some White Christmas and Frosty.”

“Ugh, I hate holiday music,” Luke said with a pout, slumping back on the couch, crossing his arms.

“You like TSO,” Reggie piped up from where he was hanging garland around the rafters of the studio. “And you loved the Old 97’s song from the Guardians holiday special,” Julie interjected.

“Yeah but those aren’t played ad nauseum from Thanksgiving onwards, nor are they preventing us from playing gigs!” Luke argued.

“Would it be so bad for us to do a few holiday numbers at a gig?” Julie asked. “We could write our own, or do some classics in our style, mix a few non holiday hits in there.”

“Oooh, I would kill a pop punk version of Mariah Carey!” Reggie exclaimed.

“Yeah you would!” Julie said, giving him a high five and a sweet kiss to the cheek.

“Fuck I do wanna hear that…” Luke grumbled. “Fine, let’s see what we can come up with and if-and that’s a big if-we find enough stuff for a show Flynn can try to find us a holiday show.”

“Knew you’d see it my way,” Julie said, leaning in and kissing him as well, then pulled back and grinned.

“You two are lucky I love you,” Luke griped, but there was no heat to it, and so Reggie and Julie just shot each other knowing glances.

Once they got Alex to agree-though he vetoed any instance of The Little Drummer Boy-yes even the Bing Crosby and David Bowie mashup, they were golden. Flynn found them a slot at the Station one weekend, and another at Confusion the weekend after, with a possibility of playing one more weekend at both if the crowd there liked them.

Luke still grumbled about adapting the holiday songs, but Reggie did in fact kill on the Mariah number, and he wasn’t about to deny his boyfriend the chance to show off his chops or the world hearing it. Plus Julie was gonna sleigh (ha!) the heck out of her rendition of Winter Wonderland.

“But no Baby It’s Cold Outside!” Luke said, even as Reggie and Julie were harmonizing on the number. “It’s creepy!”

“It was actually quite feminist for its time,” Alex remarked. “But yeah, the nuances are lost on a modern audience. So I’m with Luke.”

“You’re no fun,” Reggie said, but then cheered up when Luke told him they could do a Channukah number during the first night, to honour it falling on one of the eight nights. So he cheered up pretty quickly.

They did write a new number or two, but Luke didn’t feel they were polished enough to premiere. “Maybe when we’re big enough we can do a whole album and they’ll be ready then,” he mused.

The shows went off without a hitch-the crowd loving their interpretations of the classics, whooping as they all caroled their hearts out. Plus at the end of every show, Julie pulled out a sprig of mistletoe and held it over Luke’s head, with her and Reggie laying smacking kisses on him as a result.

“I’ve got one more gig for you,” Flynn said on the weekend before Christmas. “Just your acoustics and voices.”

“It’s not a church is it?” Alex asked, screwing up his face.

“Nope.”

That was how the four of them found themselves at LA County General-in the children’s ward. “We can’t do our own versions here,” Luke stated. “For once, let’s play Jingle Bells and Frosty as intended.”

“For the kids,” Julie said, clutching his hand.

“For the kids,” Reggie agreed.

They played for over an hour, leading the children in song after song, handing out copies of their demo alongside candy canes, and Reggie was sure they had created a legion of fans that would stick with them long after they made it big.

Julie nodded along with that assessment, but nudged Reggie, the both of them nearly melting at the sight of their boyfriend, sitting with a little boy in a blue beanie, teaching him the chords to Jingle Bells, the biggest smile on his face as he did.

“We’re doing this again next year right?” Julie asked.

“No doubt about it,” Reggie replied. “By then that kid will want to learn Baby It’s Cold Outside and Luke will be powerless to say no.”

Julie laughed, and leaned her head against Reggie’s shoulder, the both of them still watching Luke, and deep down in her heart, she knew Reggie was right. Because even though he grumbled and complained, if there was one thing Luke cared about above everything else-it was music, and the chance to share it with the world.

#jatpadvent2023 #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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bvader95 · 2 years ago

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Summary: Akira asked Akechi out, Akechi questions his judgment, and Makoto plays the (ha) straight woman. [Post-canon spoilers.]

Makoto entered Leblanc hoping for peace, quiet, and a good cup of coffee. What she got was Akechi beckoning her to the booth he was sitting in.

“Good to see you, Niijima,” he said, putting aside a copy of Redemption Arcs for Beginners. “Can we have a word?”

“Must we?” she scowled.

“If we didn’t have to, I wouldn’t have wasted your time, now, would I?”

She let out a sigh. “Can I get coffee first?”

“Of course. I’m not in a hurry.”

Sojiro was preparing one for her already, and after a minute or so, Makoto sat opposite Akechi. “Okay, what do you want from me?”

“I know you despise me, so I’ll keep it brief-”

“The fact you walk free after everything you’ve done is a miscarriage of justice,” she growled.

“I told the prosecutor the same thing!” He seemed as offended as she was. “But apparently neither Shido nor Akira mentioned my role in the events, for some reason.”

“I can only speculate about Shido’s motivations, but Akira omitted your role in the events to not incriminate himself,” Makoto sighed in response. “An accurate description of what happened in the Engine Room would sound… well…”

Akechi put his hands up to his face to mimic Akira’s fake glasses. “I know I had motive and means to kill him but he actually killed himself, honest!” he said in a silly voice. “Well, not himself-himself, there was this evil copy of him that did it and he stopped us from saving him. It was very very tragic.”

Makoto failed to stifle a chortle. “More or less.”

“Apparently,” Akechi continued with his normal voice, “what little evidence there was to incriminate me specifically was too inconclusive to bother with bigger fish to fry.”

“And I’ve heard a lot of oil went bad and had to be thrown away,” Makoto added.

“Exactly. But I’m not here to talk about underfunded and understaffed prosecutors, my problem is with Akira.”

Makoto raised her cup to take a sip of coffee. “I’ve noticed as much.”

“He asked me out.”

Akechi narrowly dodged the following spit-take. Sojiro wordlessly handed Makoto a roll of paper towels. She gestured at Akechi to move aside and tried to wipe the liquid off. “What do you mean ‘he asked you out’?”

“He suggested a movie date on Sunday.”

“And what was your response?”

“Well, I tried to politely decline,” he replied. “Leftover Phantom Thief money pays for my room, board, and therapy. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to take subtle hints, and if he asks me again, I might snap and deploy unsubtle ones.”

“I can play the parental veto card if you want,” Sojiro offered. “Well, parental substitute, but it’s close enough.”

“I'm worried that would make things worse,” Akechi replied. “The forbidden fruit is more appealing, after all.”

Makoto threw away the used-up paper towels. “So what do you plan to do now?”

“Well, I planned to bribe someone to seduce him so that he’ll forget about that stupid idea.” He shook his open wallet over a table and a few coins fell out of it. “I have… 556 yen, they can be yours if you accept it.”

Makoto stared at the money in front of her. “Or, hear me out, instead of going for a zany scheme with an infinitesimal chance of succeeding, we talk to him upfront.”

“I just told you, I am unable to do that.”

She tented her fingers. “And if someone were to speak on your behalf?”

Akechi understood the allusion. “…well, I can pay you-”

“Keep your pocket change,” she said, slightly offended. “Who do you take me for?”

“A younger sister of a lawyer.”

“Here’s a legal term for you: pro bono publico. In this context it means working voluntarily for free.”

He rolled his eyes. “I was adjacent to law enforcement long enough to know what it means, Niijima. Still, if you are willing to represent me and ask for nothing in return…” The air of nonchalance he has been projecting up to that point has collapsed for a brief second. “…thanks. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it.” She turned to Sojiro. “Where’s Akira now?”

“Out and about,” he shrugged. “I’d just text him and ask him to come back here.”

Akira entered Leblanc and noticed Akechi and Makoto waiting for him. “Hi there,” he waved. “Did you think about my offer, Goro?”

“We would want to discuss that somewhere more private,” Makoto replied.

“Oh, okay then.” He pointed at the staircase leading to his attic. “Is upstairs fine?”

Makoto glanced at Akechi, and after he silently nodded, the three marched up the stairs. Akechi placed himself on the couch, Makoto sat next to him, and Akira grabbed a chair and set it opposite them.

“Well,” he sat down on said chair, “I assume that since you wanted to talk in private, you’re about to suggest a threesome.”

He cracked a smile. Akechi and Makoto responded by turning a faint shade of crimson.

“No, you utter mmph!”

Makoto put her hand on his mouth. “Let me talk.” She then turned to Akira. “Akechi… politely requested that I help him gently reject your offer.”

“Oh.” Akira raised an eyebrow. “Goro politely requested that you turn me down in his stead?”

Akechi nodded.

“He acknowledges his social skills are lacking and doesn’t want to antagonize you again,” Makoto explained.

“And he did that without any pressure whatsoever from you, I assume,” Akira remarked.

Another nod from Akechi. “That is true,” Makoto said. “Though I think this is a correct decision on his part.”

“So that’s where the line is, huh?” Akira asked, mildly amused. “Risking my life and fighting literal gods is a-OK, but asking out a guy-”

Akechi pushed Makoto’s hand away. “You cannot be serious now,” he snarled at Akira. “I. Tried. To murder you.”

He put on a shit-eating grin. “Bad boys are hot, you know?”

Akechi’s eyelid twitched. “Hormones overriding your brain, I can understand, I think, but for fuck’s sake, you’ve got so many not-sociopaths you could ask out instead of me!” He gestured at Makoto. “I mean, Niijima’s here already, you might as well seduce her!”

“Beg your pardon?” Makoto blurted out.

“She’s astute, athletic, attractive, and didn’t fucking shoot you in the face!” Akechi continued. “So here’s a less moronic idea: I turn around and leave and you two can have a… twosome or however the fuck you call it.”

“This was not part of the agreement,” Makoto hissed, trying to put her hand back on his mouth, but he resisted.

“And you won’t convince me you’re not into girls,” Akechi was past listening, “I have seen you ogle all the goddamn catsuits! Everybody has seen you do that!”

“Bisexuality is a thing,” Akira remarked.

“That is not the main point, you insufferable-!”

Makoto, unable to shut Akechi up with gentler methods, tackled him to the ground, pinned him down, and covered his mouth with both her hands. “This,” she strained, as Akechi struggled under her, “is the exact type of shenanigans I wanted to avoid. I’m disappointed in you, Akira.”

Akira raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

So did Akechi. “Mph?”

“He’s obviously not interested in you, and instead of acknowledging it like a normal person and moving on, you’re cracking jokes and dodging the subject,” she explained.

“Well, uh,” Akira adjusted his glasses, “considering I never got a straightforward ‘no’ for an answer, I assumed it’s just his self-loathing talking.”

“Or he doesn’t want to upset the guy whose savings pay for his accommodation and recovery.”

There was a period of silence, as Akira started thinking about how he’d perceive the whole situation as an outside observer. When the coin dropped, he felt a profound sense of discomfort and disappointment with himself. “…I messed up.”

”Cun uh suh sumphn?” Makoto removed her hands from Akechi’s mouth as he repeated: “Can I say something?”

“If you say it, and not snarl or scream it.”

He cracked a smile. “Can I screech it?”

“I will have a body count by the end of the day,” she grumbled to herself, then got off of him and lifted him back up by his lapels. “Speak.”

“Okay, so, cards on the table:” Akechi began, “when I said that, I didn’t intend to accuse you of entrapment or anything like that. I just… if you pardon the obvious quip, I don’t want to be a bastard.”

“Eh,” Akira replied. “I still think I come off as an asshole in this scenario.”

Akechi looked at his dejected face and sighed. “…not if you were kind of right.”

There was a bit of a pause before Akira said: “I’m not jumping to conclusions. Elaborate.”

“What is there to elaborate upon?” Akechi sighed again. “You are intelligent, kind, (ahem) attractive, prejudice-free, unreasonably patient, and if I were to deny your appeal, that’d be a lie. And you’ve gotten too good at spotting these.”

“Then…” Akira was confused. “Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is in the very idea of you recifuckingprocating!” A beat. “Reciprofuckingcating?”

“Do you really have to use F-bombs so gratuitously?” Makoto asked.

“Out of all the ways of relieving my frustration, this is the one least likely to get me in trouble,” Akechi replied.

“I think I read an article about that some time ago,” Makoto replied. “It claimed that the effectiveness of that is inversely proportional to frequency of cussing in day-to-day conversation.”

After a beat, Akechi replied: “Well, I’ll be darned.”

“Alright,” Akira said, “let’s take three steps back. I need to explain myself.” He gestured at the couch. “Sit down, please. Both of you.”

Makoto sat down on the couch, by his side. Akechi took a chair that stood next to the desk and placed himself opposite the two.

“Okay, so,” Akira started, “I assumed that the whole lighthearted wink-wink-nudge-nudge tone would be a good way to ease you into the idea.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Boy, did it backfire. Let’s try this again: I want to go on a date with you, Goro.”

“You are a fucking idiot.”

“We’re going in circles,” Makoto rolled her eyes. “Can you make that point without insulting him, for a change?”

Akechi took a deep breath. “Okay then: I vehemently disagree with your judgment on the topic.”

“And why is that?” Akira asked.

With Makoto still staring daggers at him, Akechi replied: “Because I screwed over both you and people you care about.”

“I’ll talk with the others about this,” Akira replied. “And I’ve already spoken with Futaba and Haru before asking you out. They are willing to let this slide, but they also declared they’d avenge me if you hurt me in any way.”

“That explains the text messages I got from Haru earlier,” Akechi commented. “I think I’d make poor fertilizer, but she’s the gardener, who am I to argue?”

“Still,” Makoto joined the conversation, “putting aside everyone else’s potential reactions to this, there’s still a big leap from forgiving someone to asking them out.”

“I just think he’s fascinating,” Akira said, gesturing at Akechi. “I want to watch how he develops, blooms, how he’ll approach the new lease on life he’s gotten.” He glanced at Akechi. “Also, you’re hot, but I’d rather err on the side of non-creepiness so I won’t go into detail.”

Akechi responded with something between a sigh and a groan.

“Don’t sigh-groan me there,” Akira protested. “You’re going to therapy, you’re looking for a job, you are picking up the pieces, trying to get your life in order. And in the back of my head, there’s still this nagging thought that if a few things have gone a bit differently, I wouldn’t have any moral high ground over you. Because Kamoshida, the piece of shit, would be pushing up daisies, for example. Look me in the eyes, please.”

After some hesitation, steel gray met reddish-brown.

“You are not unlovable, Goro. And I know things between us won’t be all sunshine and roses, but I’m willing to put in the work to improve it.” He dared to faintly smile. “And we both know you’re stubborn enough to do the same.”

There was a moment of silence. Akira and Akechi gazed into one another’s eyes, while Makoto decided to bite her tongue and watch the situation unfold.

Metaphorically, Akechi blinked first. “My answer remains unchanging.”

Akira opened his mouth.

“Now it’s my turn to monologue, so hush,” Akechi interrupted him, then glanced at Makoto. “Without raising my voice, I promise.” He got up from the chair and started pacing around the attic. “I kept complaining about your low standards, but those complaints were actually a symptom of the actual problem. One you’ve actually pointed out earlier, and only now it clicked – you might believe I’m not unlovable, but I don’t believe that.”

“So there’s an inherent power imbalance in any relationship you’d be in,” Makoto commented.

“Precisely.” Akechi pointed at Makoto. “So even if Niijima, or anyone else, propositioned me-”

“Do I look that desperate?” Makoto muttered.

“-it wouldn’t be any better, because the idea of me being a desirable partner for anyone, is beyond my comprehension. And you can argue I don’t deserve to not feel like that – or the opposite – but the facts are, this is how I feel right now, and in that state, any romantic relationship will end in a disaster.”

There was a period of silence, and then Makoto did a little golf clap. “Good job there, Akechi.”

“Aw, sod off,” he scowled.

“No, I-I really mean it,” she elaborated. “It was eloquent, polite, and got the point across. And considering your problems with talking about your feelings, it came out better than I expected. Seriously, good job.”

“Oh.” Akechi wasn’t expecting a genuine compliment. “Th-thanks.”

“That’s that then,” Akira got up from the couch. “The topic’s officially dropped, and I’m sorry for nagging you. And of course that doesn’t change your money status or anything.” He scowled. “Seriously, if I fall that low you might as well shoot me in the face again.”

“That didn’t discourage you the last time, did it?” Akechi quipped.

All three let out a chortle.

“Alright then,” Makoto turned to Akechi, “with that out of the way, could you go downstairs now? I want to speak with Akira in private.”

“Sure, no problem.” Akechi walked to the stairs, and as he took the first step back, he turned back to her. “Thank you, Niijima.”

“You can call me Makoto.”

“Okay then. Thank you, Makoto. Your assistance was appreciated,” he said, then marched downstairs.

“So, this is the part where I’m getting dressed down for being a creeper, isn’t it?” Akira remarked.

“Well, you’ve backed off in the end,” Makoto replied. “Also, we’ve been friends for months and I know you’re better than this, so I’m attributing all this to social ineptitude.” Beat. “Though it is kind of atypical for you, you’re usually more competent in these matters.”

“To be fair, most of my reputation as a social expert comes from lending an ear when people are venting,” Akira commented. “Turns out people like being listened to, who woulda thunk it?” He paused for a moment. “Since you’ve already been dragged into this: could I ask you for a favor?”

Makoto raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t the topic closed?”

“Well, romance-wise,” Akira reached for his wallet. “But I feel that Goro should socialize a bit more. I could pay you to spend some time with him.”

Makoto facepalmed with enough force to make her head hurt.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Put the goddamn wallet away,” she growled. “And me asking him out for a one-on-one hangout could be easily misinterpreted, and I’ve had enough hijinks for today.”

“I can tag along,” Akira offered, hiding his wallet. “We could go play darts, or bowl.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Maybe ask around, see who else could tolerate his presence.”

Akira produced his phone. “I’ll call a few folks.”

Sojiro noticed Akechi descending down the staircase. “How did it go?”

“With Makotoʼs help, I managed to successfully and firmly turn Akira down.”

“Good. You’re not actively malicious, but youʼre still a trainwreck,” Sojiro remarked, knowing that description was gentle enough by Akechiʼs standards. “Are you hungry?”

“I donʼt have enough money for a meal.”

“Donʼt be ridiculous, I’m not going to charge you,” Sojiro said, turning back to the stove. “By the way, are you openly out of the closet, or do I need to keep mum?”

Before Akechi could explain, his phone rang out with a snippet of free form jazz. “Excuse me a moment…” He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. There was no caller ID. “Hm.” He picked it up. “Hello?”

“I know who you are,” said a digitally obscured voice.

Akechi was unperturbed. “And a good afternoon to you too.”

“I know what you did.”

“Narrow it down, please.”

“I know everything. What you eat, where you sleep, what videos you watched last night instead of sleeping, and if you hurt him in any way-”

“I turned him down, Futaba,” Akechi interrupted her.

“…wot?”

“We talked about it and came to the conclusion that I’m not ready for a romantic relationship with anyone.”

“Oh.” After a pause and a quick click in the background, Futaba’s voice came out of the speaker: “…still, don’t hurt him or I’ll blow up your phone battery, you bastard.”

“Yes, yes, whatever,” he said, then hung up.

“I’m sorry about that,” Sojiro said, putting a plate of curry in front of him.

“Eh,” Akechi shrugged. “It’s cute how she cares about him.”

#shuake #persona 5 #fanfic #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #goro akechi #makoto niijima #sojiro sakura #is this how you post fanfics on tumbler?#persona 5 fanfic

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delicioussshame · 1 year ago

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Crime AU AU, part 8

Yue Qingyuan knows.

Shen Yuan will have to accept that when it comes to his… private affairs, he is terrible at keeping secrets. Both Luo Binghe and Yue Qingyuan managed to find out about the one aspect of his life no one should have been made aware of, despite all his efforts to the contrary, and both have tried to use it against him.

So when he decided to complicate his life further on the off chance that maybe, someday, his future husband and his brother might be able to exist in the same building without plotting the other’s death, he had only thought it prudent to keep Shen Jiu’s right-hand man away from an already too tense situation.

Then again, maybe this is Shen Jiu’s fault. Keeping Yue Qingyuan from discovering his proclivities should have been his responsibility. If Shen Yuan was the one who… spent time with his brother and his brother’s fiancé, he would do everything in his power to keep Binghe from finding out.

Not that he would ever do that.

Not only because Luo Binghe would find out anyway, and Shen Yuan would have neither brother nor old family employee.

At least Yue Qingyuan probably won’t eliminate them.

…So Shen Jiu should be the last person to use to make sure Luo Binghe survive, but if he plays his cards right, maybe he can convince him to intervene. “I know you said you would have some of your own people working here, but isn’t Yue Qingyuan overkill? Why is your shadow wasting his time lurking in the casino?”

Shen Jiu shrugs. “I don’t have time to micromanage him. He can do whatever he wishes as long as he does what he has to and he comes when I call.”

“May I remind you I’m the manager here?”

Shen Jiu glares at him. “If you think that gives you the right to stop mine from going wherever they want, you’re delusional.”

It does, in fact, give him that right. Shen Yuan has full veto power over who works here. His parents would fully back him up if he decided not to let Shen Jiu plant his little spies in his domain.

Would that extend to the man bred to be Shen Jiu’s? Very few things are forbidden to Yue Qingyuan.

Shen Yuan sighs. He is not going to risk the very fragile truce he’s just started building by alienating both Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan. If Shen Jiu is fine with his right-hand man wasting his time by the wrong brother’s side, that’s his prerogative.

If that’s a plan, for one reason or another, Shen Yuan will foil it. He did not come where he is by being helpless.

If he’s being very foolish and is planning some form of counterattack, Shen Yuan will cede the right to retaliate to Luo Binghe. That should be more than enough to teach them their place.

Hopefully, the blood won’t stain.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #Shencest #LBH/SY/SJ #Crime AU

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lizpaige · 1 year ago

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❤️ or 💘 for Pynch please?

ooh, thanks for the ask, anon! I'm gunna do a lil from both of these for a lil college AU - also this turned into way more than a drabble sorry hehe ❤️ first kiss / realization 💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss Send me a Heart Prompt!

Ronan tried not to laugh at seeing how uncomfortable Adam looked, backed into a corner, being chatted up by Tad Carruthers of all people. Tad couldn’t take a hint and after a full year of college being politely let down by Adam countless times, the poor bastard continued to try. He was harmless, just lacking social cues, and could trap you in a conversation for hours. He never actually asked Adam out, but his intentions were clear and his crush only developed further the more they saw one another.

They were in the kitchen of the rowing team’s annual house party, Ronan was just grabbing a soda from the fridge. He lost Gansey about an hour ago and so he was doing his own hiding from Kavinsky, who also couldn’t take a hint, although he had gotten further than Tad with Adam. They had a brief friendly with benefits situation last semester, which ended in Ronan nearly flunking out of college and going to rehab over the summer. Things were less friendly now.

He lingered in the kitchen, trying to assess the situation, to see if Adam needed assistance. Sure enough, Adam caught his eye over Ronan’s shoulder and his expression went from desperate to devious. Ronan watched him smirk, eyes focused on his mouth as he said something to Tad, who turned around and looked at Ronan, confused. Adam continued talking and Ronan felt frozen, pinned by his gaze.

“Yo, Lynch!”

Ronan blinked and approached them, Tad waving him over and Adam’s smirk fell away. “What’s up?”

“Parrish,” ooh so it’s Parrish now. Ronan wondered what Adam had said to him to veto their first-name status. “-was just telling me you guys are dating.”

Record scratch. Blink. Back up. Ronan glanced at Adam, hoping to convey the look of What the fuck, Parrish with his eyes. He assumed this was Adam’s latest and desperate attempt to get Tad off his back, so he’d play along, but they were definitely going to talk about this later.

“Uh, sure,” well, shit that was less convincing.

Tad smiled knowingly, obviously not convinced. “How long?”

Ronan looked at Adam, Adam looked at Ronan. They both said at the same time:

“Few months.”

“Few weeks.”

They looked back at Tad with wary smiles. Ronan’s heart plummeted at seeing Kavinsky enter the kitchen. Fuck.

“There you are, you bastard,” K bellowed, approaching the three of them and wrapping an arm around Ronan’s shoulders, stumbling a bit with his beer. “How’s it going, Carruthers?”

Tad’s smile widened. “Good, K. Did you know,” Ronan shrugged K’s arm from his shoulder, “Lynch and Parrish are a thing?”

Kavinsky laughed, elbowing Ronan, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, he sobered quickly. “What?”

Ronan could see the appeal of this story now.

“Apparently for a few weeks,” Tad said. “Or months? They disagree.”

“The fuck?” K said with a disbelieving laugh. “Damn, who’s gonna tell Dick? He must be beside himself.”

Ronan grabbed Adam’s hand and laced their fingers together. “C’mon,” he started to walk away, tugging him along. Being around K was dangerous, he was adept at baiting Ronan, constantly getting him in trouble. He needed to get out of here.

“Hold on a minute,” K said, stepping in front of him.

“What.”

“Prove it.”

Now it was Adam’s turn to laugh. “What?”

“I don’t fucking believe you,” K said to Adam, flicking Ronan on the temple. “This idiot has more chemistry with Dick Three. I’ve never seen you guys do anything but argue. Now you want me to believe you’re dating? Prove it.”

Ronan rolled his eyes. “We don’t have to prove anything to you, what are we in middle school?”

“Just a little kiss,” K cooed, so close to Ronan he felt like his eyes were going to cross. “A little kiss and we’ll leave you alone.”

“Or I could fucking punch you in the face and then you’ll leave us alone.”

“Ronan,” Adam tugged at his hand. “It’s fine.”

Before Ronan really had a chance to process, Adam stepped forward and pressed his lips to Ronan’s. It was clumsy and at the wrong angle, and more like a quick peck you’d give a distant relative than a paramour. They both stepped back abruptly, blinking stupidly at each other. They were still holding hands. Ronan’s heart raced.

Time seemed to slow as he continued to stare at Adam. All of his interactions with Adam seemed to slot into place, realign and refocus with a new lens. When Adam’s roommate would kick him out and he would sleep in Ronan’s and Gansey’s room, but in Ronan’s bed. When Ronan would bring him hot chocolates and teas from the student bistro on his late night library shifts. On school holidays he would opt to stay with Ronan rather than Gansey, spending weeks running around the Barns laughing, falling asleep under the stars on the roof of the house.

He looked at Adam and Adam was looking at him. As they had been for months.

It was probably the worst kiss of his life, but there was something there. Something… he wanted to try again.

“That was beautiful,” K said sarcastically, wiping a tear from his eye. Tad was laughing along with him. “Beautiful, beautiful, bullshit.”

Ronan stepped forward and cupped Adam’s cheek, tilted his head back and crashed their lips together. The angle was better, the enthusiasm was a bit much. He pushed Adam back against the counter and bit his lower lip. Adam gasped, one hand cupping the back of his head, keeping him close, the other hand tugging at his jacket, pulling him in. The loud music of the party, the chatter between K and Tad, the voices in the hall, everything faded away to a dull hum, all Ronan could focus on was Adam, Adam, Adam.

#pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #trc #pynch fic #college au #writing prompt ask #asks #ask game

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thatndginger · 2 years ago

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HAPPY STS!

If you were to do an “Anniversary Story”, for a (insert number of years of writing stories, songs, ETC), what would your “Anniversary Story” be about? What would you include in the story?

RAMBLE ABOUT IT!

Hi and thank you so much! This weekend was a lot for me so this is kinda late ;-.-

Oooh so I have a few of these, actually. All of them for Shapeshifter because that's an inescapable brainrot (and I'm also currently listening to dramatic KDrama playlists so the vibe is here lmao)

Kerr McKay and Adrien Montrose's wedding. That's the big one. I cannot begin to describe how much I've thought about this. It's not an event I plan to write about for the main series, because honestly it would feel kinda out of place there. I have an entire folder dedicated to Kerr and Adrien's outfits, what their rings would look like, what song would play during their first dance, the flower arrangements and decorations. And, well, you said to ramble...

Honestly this would probably be a novella-length story, because I'd want to go through the entire start-to-finish of wedding planning and the actual event itself, or at least the highlights of it. Neither Kerr nor Adrien really care about having a big wedding, but Adrien would absolutely use the opportunity to show off and make sure everyone knew Kerr was his.

The specific events I would have to include would be:

1) Suit shopping. Adrien practically lives in tailored, expensive suits, but Kerr would usually rather chew his own arm off than wear a three-piece. He'd drag Jay and Warrick with him to help, but Warrick would end up being more of a problem than a solution and eventually get kicked out - by either Adrien or the store proprietor. He'd eventually settle on a black suit and vest, with a burgundy shirt and gold bowtie+buttons. Adrien's would be a burgundy suit with a silver shirt+buttons and black tie.

2) The to-the-death fight over who gets to be Kerr's best man/maid of honor between Warrick and Jay. Warrick and Jay's reasoning is that they're Kerr's siblings, and would (lovingly) viciously fight over who was the better sibling and more deserving of the role. They'd eventually agree to settle on an arm-wrestling match, only to be told that the position has already been given to Carlisle - Kerr's pseudo-dad.

3) Adrien and Kerr being sickeningly cute and weird around the wedding planner, florist, caterer, literally everyone. Their relationship is a unique one, and while Adrien immediately comes off as the dominant one, the decision-maker, the man with a plan, it quickly becomes obvious that he'd much rather just sit back and watch Kerr go. He'll veto anything outlandish, and has specific requirements, but Kerr's the mouthpiece. It turns out later that Kerr and Adrien have already discussed everything in detail at home- with Adrien bringing the majority of the ideas - and agreed that Kerr should be the one explaining everything. He's far less scary.

4) The wedding itself. An rooftop greenhouse venue. Through ridiculous amounts of money and a fair bit of magic, it's been transformed into a garden with a goddamn stream running through one side and ending in a pond. Blossoming white magnolia and osmanthus line the edges of the rooftops, draped in impossibly delicate and sheer black and burgundy silks. The stream and pond have lotus plants with white blooms, and floating gold and silver globes of light. Bouquets of black hellebore and dark red camellia flowers, more silver and gold light-globes floating overhead, a dancefloor that looks like it's made from gold leaf (it was). Despite the fact that one of the most terrifying crime families is in attendance and nearly every guest is a criminal of some sort, it's a good time. Everyone has fun, things get a little rowdy, and good vibes are had by all.

I could honestly probably include the proposal scene in if I wanted, but that could also be an 'exclusive' too! The romance part of Kerr and Adrien's plotlines doesn't get to be explored nearly enough sometimes, but it's a good one.

If I may sum up the two's thought processes during this whole shebang~

Adrien: Putting everyone important in one room is risky but only an imbecile would attempt an attack. Showing everyone that I'm confident and competent enough to ensure their safety in such an event will help our image. And publicly claiming Kerr as mine (and as a Montrose) would better ensure his safety. Nicole will be mad I'm marrying before her, so that's a plus. And it might do well to forge connections between my associates and Kerr's...

Kerr: hell yeah expensive booze and food and I get to smooch Adrien in front of everyone

#storyteller saturday #i honestly could have gone on so much longer #i love these idiots so much

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strawberry-cowmilk · 3 years ago

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Mammon as a father

I feel like this is becoming a series on my page haha. This is for you Mammon enjoyers out there.

Mc is female here and this is not proof read.

Content warnings: babies, mentions of past pregnancy

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Mammon has always been good with kids. Whenever there was a lost child in the grocery store, Mammon would take their little hand and bring them to the reception and wait with them for their parent to arrive, so they won't feel alone and scared. Mc would always praise the avatar of greed whenever he was being a sweetheart towards a child, but he usually brushed her compliments off. It was obvious Mc thought Mammon would make a great father, but she never shared the thought with him, as she was sure he would start malfunctioning. That was until the day came the human found out she was pregnant. When she first told Mammon, he thought it was a prank. 'Very funny, Mc, but I ain't falling for it! Go tell Lucifer to give him a good heart attack now.' Mc looked at the second born with a serious expression in her eyes. 'It's not a joke, Mammon.' she told him. Mammon was about to say something again before realising it really wasn't a prank. Once he had processed the new information, he tackled Mc into an embrace. Never had he dared to dream he was going to have a baby with the one he held so dear. The same day he found out he was going to be a father, Mammon decided to save some money for his future child, and he commited to it. He did not end up gambling the money away a week later. Picking the name was a whole stunt though. 'What do you want to name him?' Mc asked. 'Mammon.' The avatar of greed said right off the bat. 'No way.' Mc responded, holding in her laughter. 'Then, Money.' Mammon replied. 'Veto.' The second born thought about a new name for a while, as his top two choices just got rejected. '...Casino?' he carefully asked. 'Mammon, I swear-' Eventually the two settled on the name Darian. Mammon had suggested the name, but he didn't think Mc knew he had googled what names meant 'money' or 'wealth' when he was in the bathroom. And little did Mammon know Mc had noticed his little 'trick.' When his son was finally born, and after the second born had calmed down from crying out of happines, Mammon took the baby in his arms and immediately gave him a whole tour of the house of lamentation. It didn't take Mammon long before he could tell what his son wanted from the way he cried. One time, when he and Mc were cuddling on the living room couch and heared their baby cry over the baby monitor, Mammon instantly shot up while grabbing a nearby lying stuffed rabbit. 'I got it, I'll be right back.' He told Mc. 'But what if he's hungry?' Mc responded. 'Nah, that ain't his hungry-cry. He wants to play.' Mammon explained before heading towards the nursery. Once there, he handed the stuffed animal over to his son. Upon having spotted the toy, the baby instantly stopped crying and took the plushie and started shaking it around as he held it by one of its ears. 'Careful, you'll get him all dizzy.' Mammon spoke to his child in a soft tone while stroking his head. The baby looked up at his father and grabbed his finger with one of his tiny hands. Mammon smiled at his son before gently picking him up. 'You wanna play airplane? Yeah you do, right buddy?' he cooed. Mammon made sure he had a good grip on the baby before slowly moving him though the air, as if he was an airplane. His son was having the time of his life, as could be told from his laughter. Mammon will automatically smile and laugh along with his child when he knows he is content. Meanwhile, the baby monitor was still on. All the way back in the living room, Mc could hear everything that was going on in the nursery. She had to wipe away a little happy tear that dared escape her eye. She truly was lucky with Mammon at her side.

#asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #leviathan #lucifer #mammon #obey me #satan #obey me shall we date #fluff #mammon x mc #mammon x reader

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faebirdie · 3 years ago

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Bionic Exile: Chapter 12

Series Masterlist / Personal Masterlist

Summary: Takeshi goes on his first mission with the squad and you just try to cope.

Coauthor: @lacontroller1991

Warnings: canon complicit violence, mind manipulation, lots of angst, cursing

Word Count: 2,561

The ride back to the apartment is silent aside from Rick’s fingers tap, tap, tapping against the steering wheel to the soft music.

“You know he’ll be fine, right?” You glance over to him at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, I know he’ll be fine. Of course he will,” A shaky breath cuts you off, “But what if he’s not?” Rick takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, lighting kissing your knuckles.

“Why don’t we watch a movie when we get home? One of those cheesy action flicks you like.”

“That sounds great.”

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“So does she ever get confused on who’s who when it comes to sex,” Harley asks, completely unprompted, “Come on McSteamy, I’m talking to you.” “Do you do this to Rick?”

“She does it to everyone,” DuBois replies, looking over to where Harley sits, now singing along to a song playing only in her head, rocking her body to the unheard beat causing Takeshi to raise his eyebrow at DuBois, silently asking for an explanation. Robert sighs. “She does that too.”

“Great,” he grumbles, mindlessly fidgeting with the rifle Rick had given him along with the armorer. He had wanted to use his own weapons that he brought from Bay City, but Waller and Rick had immediately vetoed that. “Have you guys been briefed yet?”

“Flag normally does that while we’re on our way!” Harley yells into the mic of her headset and Tak has to stop himself from cringing.

“There’s a threat. We’re going to take it out. Simple as that.”

“That’s not much of a plan, mate.”

“Form one. I could do this by myself but Waller sent you guys with me.” Tak looks away, deep in thought. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Maybe it’ll get back to Waller and she’ll pull him off the task force, but for some reason, Tak can’t bring himself to care. Until he pictures your disapproving face. “Look, we’ll form two teams, flank the combatant on either side and hold positions. Do whatever you gotta do but make sure it’s dead.”

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Rick’s arm inches closer and closer around your shoulders, but he’s not really sure how to approach your still frame. He had thought that one on one time with you and only you would be fun, but the way you hug yourself as you stare mindlessly at the tv proves otherwise and he’s about had it.

“Are you like this when I’m gone?” The question stirs you out of your thoughts, pulling your attention towards the man next to you.

“What?”

“Are you like this when I’m gone,” he gestures to the way you perch yourself on the couch, your phone within a reaching distance. “Are you this cold with Tak?”

Your eye twitches. How dare he ask something like that? “You really don’t have a damn clue.”

Rick softens at your tone, a sudden reminder of how scared you’ve been each time he’s left in the past. “I’m trying to learn. Please, talk to me. Say something,” Rick begs, gripping onto your arm as you thaw with his touch, letting out a shaky breath.

“When you’re gone, I cry myself to sleep. Recently, yes. In Tak’s arms. But that doesn’t make it better. I’m afraid to fall asleep because all I see when I dream are memories of last year. Everytime I try to shut my eyes, I just see you on the stretcher in that damn hospital with those tubes and wires sticking out of you every which way and me in the background, watching helplessly as they saved your life. Not able to do a damned thing. I wake up each night you’re gone, screaming for you. Terrified. And I have only been able to just slightly calm down after Tak holds me and reminds me that you are still here. And even then, in the back of my mind, I know that can always change. Now I have to deal with that for both of you.” You pull a gasp of air into your lungs, only able to judge how long you’ve been ranting by your need for oxygen, “This, me just sitting here, not talking is nothing, Rick. So please, just try to be understanding,” you crawl onto Rick’s lap and wrap around him, burying your head in his neck as his arms wrap around you. “I just want you both to be safe.”

Rick presses a kiss to the top of your head as he strokes your back. “He’s going to be fine, baby. We’re both going to be fine.”

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Tak is not fine. Far from it in fact. Never in all his years of training with Quell and CTAC had he seen such a disarray of chaotic fighting, but what he sees here in the streets of Havana has him questioning all sanity. “Quinn, get the fuck down!” Takeshi’s voice booms as he dives to his right, tumbling across the asphalt and just barely escaping a large truck being thrown towards them. Where the fuck did that even come from? Harley isn’t as lucky. She gets decked by the corner of the vehicle and crashes onto the hood of a nearby car. Tak watches then as one of the army rangers that had been sent along with the squad gets picked up by an unseen force and hurled against a nearby building. His body slumps to the ground limply though Tak is unable to tell whether he is dead or just unconscious.

“Fuck.” Managing to pull his bruised and sore body up from the ground, Takeshi moves quickly to position himself behind a flipped over van where he will have at least partial cover before angling his rifle towards the creator of all of this chaos. Standing in the middle of the destroyed street is a pale man dressed in completely drab clothing except for the black glove on his right hand, which glows with a bizarre purple light. Tak aims straight for the man's head, but once again can’t believe his eyes as he pulls the trigger. The bullets swerve around his adversary. Round after round somehow manages to miss their target, but they do get his attention. The man, tall and lanky, then turns to Tak and begins to take short, precise steps towards him. Tak throws the rifle down and grabs two knives from their holsters on his side. “Come on then, you motherfucker.”

With a swipe of his attacker's gloved hand as he nears, the car Tak stands behind is lifted and heaved towards his head, just high enough for the envoy to duck and avoid.

“Is that all you got?” He spits out and stands back up to his full height, before taking a step forward.

The person steps back with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with anger as he raises his arm outwards and points a finger in Tak’s direction.

“Not in the slightest.”

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Rick places his card over the scanner, granting him and you access to an unused room. After much convincing on your part, Rick finally caved and agreed to let you watch the mission. Normally, it’s classified unless you were on the comms team, but how could he say no to your pleading eyes.

“These computers should still be functional. We can’t stay here for long though, darlin’. We’re only here to see how he’s holding up. Right?”

You stand behind Rick, Takeshi’s coat wrapped around your body as you nod your head. Realistically, you know your Envoy is fine, but with any mission, there is always the nagging feeling that accompanies you. And this being his first with the team makes it all the worse. “Yeah, I just wanna see how he’s doing.”

Rick nods, typing in his own code and pulling up the surveillance in the area. Shock and confusion begin to set in at the scene playing out in front of you both. “What the fuck is he doing just standin’ there?”

You easily push Rick to the side and stare down at the screen, the hacked security cam footage showing you two small figures who appear to be Takeshi and the enemy standing across from each other, a purplish light surrounding the Envoy who stands completely still in his spot. Your brows furrow together as you bang the computer with your fist, hoping the signal is simply frozen. Rick is quick to pull your hands away from the screen as he calms you and points to the corner. “This is live feed, darlin’. See?” your eyes follow his movement and see some trash rolling in the breeze, but still, Tak and the person remain still.

“What’s going on? Why isn’t he moving?”

“I don’t know, maybe it has somethin’ to do with that thing on his hand?” A shiver runs down your spine and you wish you were there with him, helping him, instead of watching him fight on a screen from thousands of miles away. Placing your hand on the screen, you lean your head on the box as a tear slips out.

“Please come back to me.”

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Tak feels foggy. Like he’s out of place. He knows he’s walking down a corridor in Belle Reve, but he can’t seem to remember why or how he got there. His hands are stuffed in his jacket pockets and his head hangs low. It all feels off. As he continues to walk down the hallway, he’s quick to spot you and Rick, walking side by side and holding hands. “Hey Flag, (Y/N)!” He jogs down the hall towards the pair of you, who he’s surprised make no move to greet him. Coming to a stop in front of the both of you, a frown falls on his face when he sees the way you stare at your shoes, refusing to look at him and then Rick’s clenching jaw. “What’s wrong?”

Rick is the first to face the Envoy, pushing you behind his large frame and grabbing a fistful of Tak’s jacket, hoisting the man into the air. What the hell? Tak thinks to himself as Rick scowls. “Who the fuck do you think you are showing your face around here? You’re lucky I don’t kill you.”

Tak quickly break’s Rick’s hold on him and shoves the special ops agent back, giving them space. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on,” his eyes tear away from Rick and fall onto you. “Baby? What’s going on?”

You step out from behind Rick, and push your hair back; dark sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, and a pale complexion adorn your face, way different than the one that usually greets Tak. “If I’d known it would always be her, I would’ve kicked you back through the portal myself. I don’t want you around me, Kovacs. Leave me alone, you’ve already done enough damage.” You start to walk away and Tak tries to reach out but is blocked by Rick’s solid frame.

“Look murderer, she told you to leave her alone. Now leave. Her. Alone.” Rick shoves Takeshi back as Tak’s thoughts race. What the fuck is going on? What did I do? Why does this feel wrong?

“(Y/N). Don’t leave. I love you!” Tak falls to his knees, a heavy weight crushing down on him and making it impossible to breathe. His hazel eyes fall to the floor and barely catch the top of your shoes. “You ruined that, Kesh. I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye.” With that, you take Rick’s hands and walk away and out of Takeshi’s life.

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Harley’s vision slowly starts to come back to her, though still hazy, as she coughs up dust, rubble laying all across her body and her javelin laying in the dirt next to her. Is everything over? Sliding off the hood of the car, she surveys the scene. It’s calm. Too calm. Grabbing the javelin, she starts to skip on the road, the metal weapon swinging back and forth in her hand and despite her joyous attitude, there was still a weird atmosphere. Rounding the corner, she easily spots the cause of the tension.

In the middle of the road their clearly not dead enemy stands over Tak who sits on his knees in a daze, a purple haze clouding him. “What the fuck?” Harley looks down in her hands to her javelin and shrugs. If she can save Flag, she can save Flag 2.0.

Sneaking around the pair, she crouches down beside a rock and peers over. “Why is he not fighting?” Her blue eyes scroll down the elongated weapon. “Should I save him? I think I should.” After a minute, she shrugs and starts creeping up to the person, keeping a low profile and clenching onto her javelin. “He betta like me after this.”

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Tak stares down at his hands covered in blood. What has he done? A hand finds a place on his shoulder causing him to look up, a familiar face greeting him. “You did good, Kesh. I knew you could do it.”

“What did you do? What the fuck did you do?” He stands to his full height and looks down at his sister who smiles with a gleam in her eyes.

“What you’ve always wanted to do. You just finally did it,” she shrugs and gestures to the hall, bodies laying across the floor. Tak’s eyes go wide and he feels like he’s going to puke. He carefully steps over each and every body until a hand sticking up among the rest catches his eyes.

“No, no, no, no.” He crashes to his knees and shoves the bodies aside until he finds yours, eyes wide and dull as blood pours from your mouth. He quickly drags you out from under the bodies and cradles your head to his chest and looks up at Reileen. “What the fuck did you do?!”

Reileen laughs and crouches down, pulling up one of Tak’s hands and showing the bloody knuckles. “I think the question is, what did you do?”

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Harley stands behind the man and taps him on the shoulder, causing him to turn around. “Hey, let go of him, he’s had enough.” She swings the javelin across the side of his face causing him to lose focus and let go of whatever hold he had Tak in. Harley races to Tak’s side and throws the javelin down. Grabbing a hold of either side of Tak’s face, she tried to shake him awake. “Come on hotstuff, wake up.”

The enemy beside them groans in pain but before he could sit up, DuBois has a foot on his gloved hand and a gun aimed at him. “Uh uh, I don’t think so.”

Harley ignores her teammates as she slaps Tak’s face a couple of times, but to no avail. “He won’t wake up! He betta not die! (Y/N) will kill us!” She continues to slap his face as DuBois pulls the glove off of the bloody faced man and places him into a pair of restraints.

“Relax, he’s probably just unconscious.”

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“You’re a monster. You know that?” Wake up, Takeshi. You’re dreaming.

“We’re the monsters, Kesh. We were designed to kill and you did what you’re best at. You killed the enemy.” This isn’t real. Wake up.

“No, I killed my love. You made me kill her. You’re the enemy.” Tak scowls at Reileen as she shrugs, picking at her cuticles.

“When will you realize that we are killing machines? It’s what we do. She was just a bystander who got in the way. Now come, brother. We have work to do.” Reileen stands up and starts to walk down the hallway but stops when she realizes that her twin isn’t following her. “Come on, now.” Tak shakes his head, his arms holding your dead body close to his. “No. I’m done following you around. I’m not going anywhere.” “Keshi, please. Please come with me,” Reileen begs, holding out her hand for him to take but he shakes his head.

“No. I’m staying right here. You’ll have to leave without me.” That’s right. Now wake up.

“You’re making a mistake.”

“Probably, but I’d rather stay here than go anywhere with you.” Reileen storms out in a blind rage as Tak continues to cradle your face to his chest. Looking down at you, he wipes some of the blood off your face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

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Tak jolts awake in a panic and shoots straight up. He looks around and sees the team standing around him with the target in cuffs. Without allowing himself a moment to clear his head, Takeshi marches over to where DuBois is holding the man. “Let me talk to him.” DuBois moves out of the way and hands Tak the instrument that put Tak under. Gripping onto the collar, he stares the person in the eyes. “What did you do to me?” The man chuckles, spitting in Tak’s face but Tak doesn’t flinch.

“I know your deepest fear now. It will come to pa-” Tak doesn’t let the man finish before he places his own gun - that he had in fact snuck onto the plane - underneath his chin and pulls the trigger, blowing the man’s brains to bits. The squad merely watches in shock. Flag would never do that. But then again, Takeshi is not Rick Flag. He’s Takeshi Lev Kovacs. Which no one on the team would ever doubt again after this.

“Wow, that was bad ass!” Harley comments and this time Tak gives her a nod in acknowledgement. Still shaken up, he grabs his weapons and the tech and starts toward the carrier with only one thought on his mind, to get home to you.

“Let’s go home.”

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