#i'm keeping the hope alive because DAMN SIR...

[pavus]

i don't get why they'd make varric so fuckable in veilguard if he wasn't a surprise romance option

who said that

[valscodblog]

"𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊"

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader/ Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish

(im so sorry but this is angst-and nothing but heart breaking contents.)

WARNINGS: I rewrote some of the dialogue to fit Ghost trying to flirt with Johnny okay? death, mentions of blood, mentions of drinking,

this fic is for the one and the only: @katsudoodles 

"Simon-what if we switched dog tags? Just for like-a day or something?" you had randomly popped the question. Not knowing what that day would bring-or how horrible it would be.

Simon, who loved you with all his heart and then some, of course said yes to you. So you made the switch and would do horrible impressions of your husband. Made the guys laugh. Made Him laugh.

But it didn't last long. A last minuet call in was ordered by Shepard and so Price sent you, Ghost, and Roach.

"Why the hell did they havta send You? ...We had three damn days. Three!" Simon ranted as he loaded his rifle. You just sighed and loaded your pistol. "I don't know, Si. But it'll be alright-like always." But there seemed to be something Simon knew that you didn't. "Right?" you said, punching his shoulder softly and playfully. He just grunted.

"Simon, you were just perfectly fine! What the hell?" "I don't wantcha goin'! I need ya t'stay safe! And this isn't stayin' safe, now is it, Lovie?" You blinked and pulled his balaclava up, just enough for his lips to show. You held the thin fabric as you pressed a small kiss to his mouth and then you pulled it back down, whispering a soft promise of staying by his side.

Simon believed it.

And did you.

But the events of that day said otherwise.

"Simon! Look o-" you got cut off by getting shot in the head. And Simon saw red. In more ways than one. He saw your blood and the enemy's. He shot at the enemy. Ten times more he should've.

"Overkill," Roach choked out in pure fear of his closet friend. Ghost didn't hear, he didn't hear anything but your breaths getting quieter and coming in a shorter tempo. "Y/n-Lovie, open your eyes-Please."

Simon Riley wasn't one to beg for anything-but for his wife's life? He's killed, he's committed many crimes-unknown to everyone but him. Roach put a hand on his shoulder. Ghost watched as you opened your eyes and said, "I'm sorry-I fucked up. I promised-" "I don't care what you said-what matters is that you stay the fuck awake until Shepard gets here." You smiled before saying, "Yes sir, Lt."

And Simon nearly laughed. "You tryna be funny, Corp?" "Yes Sir, I am." "It's working. Keep it up for me-for the both of us." "Yes, Sir!" "Hm...Y'know I love y'right?" "I know, Simon." "...Well. I'm still wearin' yer tags, Birdie." "How cute..." and You shut your eyes and held his hand, slowly rubbing his thumb with your own. "Love'y'sim'n..."

"Love y'too, Lovie...Love ye too."

Your funeral came, and Simon was there, handing you a bunch of flowers-the same kind as he gave you on your first date-and your wedding. Sunflowers. Your favorite. He said a few words for you and that night when he went home-he cried. Because it dawned on him-really dawned on him, that you were trulyGone.

No. Not gone...you were still alive in his mind and heart, and he hoped that you would stay there.

Years came and went, Simon aged, and he never forgot you. Thank fuck. He lived on as he did as when you two were married...just, he was more silent. He slept only when he absolutely needed too. He became a part of task force 141 and Price-he of course knew about you and how you still affected Simon after years and years of being dead.

But then there was Johnny. Soap, they called him. Ghost liked him-though he never admit to it. Simon thought he was funny. Childish sure, but liked him all the same.

Liked him too much.

Liked him how Simon liked You.

Ghost caught himself staring at Soap for longer periods of time, found himself wishing that their conversations were longer-he liked hearing about Johnny family. Liked hearing about his past. Loved talking about what Soap liked and didn't like.

But it was during on certain mission that he finally let himself act on those feelings-Over the coms of course.

"Soap. Soap...Johnny!"

"I'm here."

"Thought we lost you for a second there, Sergeant...how copy?"

"I'm good."

"Don't lie, Johnny."

"Got shot in the shoulder...I'll be fine."

"Keep your blood in-you'll need every drop."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, if you can stand, you can walk...can you stand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then get the hell outta there! I'll be waiting for you by the shhkjk-"

"Sir?" "Did I cut out?"

"Yeah ye did, Lt..."

"...I'll guide ye. Get into a house for now. Don't matter what one-just find one, Soap."

and so Johnny did. He found one, infested with Shadows.

"I'm in the tub, Sir."

"Well-god t'know y'live up t'yer name, Soap."

"Haha, real funny, Lt...didja see the caged dog?"

"Big geezer. If he barks, shoot and repo quickly. Don't get compromised."

"You are stone cold, Simon..."

"What has to legs and bleeds?"

"Don't tell me."

"Half a dog."

"I told ye not ta tell me."

"Two fish were inna fish bowl."

"Go on..."

"One turns to the other and goes, You know how to drive this thing? ....Little army humor...another?"

"Please, no."

"Suit yourself..."

"I'm outside."

"Get to the coffee shop."

Soap did as he was told, and Simon talked to him through the whole thing, the need to hear his voice bigger than his urge to live through this thing. Johnny asked about Price-Simon shut it down.

"I trust the captain...if he knew, he'd be here."

"Be careful who you trust, Sargent...people you know can hurt you the most."

"Good advice Lt...I wanna be like you when I grow up."

You wanna be betta than me, Johnny."

"I will be."

"Good man."

"Think I'll live that long?"

"Probably not." But Simon hoped he did.

"You may get a brag rag for this..."

"A medal?"

"Chest candy."

"That's all rubbish..."

"You said you wanted a win...congratulations. Your a winner..."

"Away an' beil yer 'ead!"

"English, Mactavish."

"Sorry sir...let me translate..."Go fuck yourself."

"Much betta..."

And then, the subject of Y/n came about-and Simon answered, but his heart clenched at the thought of her again-buried with his tags...

"Hey-Lt. Who's tags d'ya wear? Cuz they aint yer's..."

"Me Lovie's...Y/n, her name was."

"...Was?"

"She's not here no mo', Johnny. She's gone-been gone f'a while now."

"...Sorry t'hear that, Lt."

"Let's be sorry about you, Soap...your not even at the coffee shop yet, are ye?"

"...Fuck. How'd ye know?"

"Don't worry about it-worry about yerself-like a said previously."

"Yes, Sir."

And Soap shut up-for a few seconds. He never really could dtay silent with Simon. Fuckin' yapper. Simon loved it though.

"I'm in the coffee shop, Lt."

"Get us a tea yeah, Johnny?"

"Fuuuckin' brits..."

"Find the bar, and then get outside to the fountain. I'll keep look out."

"Yes, Sir."

PART TWO????

[strlingsav]

Yo…your last fic was brutal. I had to stop and back up coz immediately after the smut was pain! No prefaces or even a segue on what’s about to happen. It choked me up with the suddenness of it all.

Smut..fluff..more smut..more fluff..MOTHERFUCKING PAIN!!! 🤯😱🫢😭😭😭

Please, please, please…bring him back. Give us fluff and butterflies. Maybe he can survive, just a damaged but is able to come home to reader, he can heal and with those injuries, maybe retire and live in peace with reader? Maybe even have a bun in the oven waiting for him? Just heal us pleaseeeee! Anything will do, please!! 😭😭😭

(But only if you’re willing, of course.)

Thank you for the love, the smut, and the shared pain (coz I’m sure that also hurt you too). Just..thanks. 💕

Ugh of course I'll indulge this bc one I love you for being so sweet and two because I'm an absolute whore for happy endings. ��🤍 The first is here.

Endings: Two

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Explicit/gory content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

"L.T.," A voice was hazy and distant in Simon's ear- miles away, but he could see the outline of a figure before him.

He didn't have the energy to respond. He wanted nothing more than to give in to his body's demand to sleep, to rest. The dopamine firing in his brain, coursing through his veins, kept him subdued, peaceful, even.

"Up you get, Sir." There was a short pause, followed by radio static, "We're on our way out, evac standby."

Simon grunted as he was lifted from the ground, the shift in his weight caused a growl to come from his swollen lips.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus. You look like hell."

Simon could register the voice, now. It was Johnny. The Sergeant had found him in the wreckage, he'd survived.

Simon could hardly muster a 'fuck off', settling for a haphazard groan of displeasure.

Simon carried on, regardless of the pain in his chest, in his thigh, the throbbing in his skull now making him fully aware of the injuries to his person.

"Need a medic down here!"

Simon felt his body transfer to a spineboard, not without a loud yowl of pain, watching his feet as he was carried toward another helicopter prepped for evac.

Soap jogged beside him, his hand helping carry Simon's weight. The fog hadn't yet lifted, still blurry and half-awake, Simon could hardly comprehend where he was headed.

"You'll be alright, Sir. We'll take care of ya. Hang on, wouldya?"

He was relieved and devastated at the same time. He'd already made his peace with dying, he'd agreed to the terms his body set, the serenity that had almost cradled him to his grave- but you, damn you, forced him to hold on. Damn you, for settling into his mind and making it your home. For being the only thing he could think of, rely on to keep him hopeful, as he was carried onto the helo.

—

You received the call while at home, nearly dropping the plate in your hands when you heard the Doctor on the other end tell you Simon had been admitted with traumatic injuries.

You drove to the hospital, disregarding every speed limit and stop sign, thrumming your fingers against the steering wheel impatiently at every red light, watching the road through blurry, swollen eyes.

When you'd made it through the maze of hallways, finally finding Simon, he was asleep. He was on a ventilator, his skull bandaged where they'd pieced it back together once the swelling had gone down.

His eyes had been taped shut after surgery to aid in the repair of the severed retina, a white cast over the broken femur he'd endured.

You hardly recognized him through the swelling on his face. He wasn't the same- not the strong, solid man you'd said goodbye to a month ago.

You were sure it was a joke, a prank he'd pulled to keep you on your toes, but that wasn't like him, and a month in, you knew it was your new reality. He was lucky to be alive- so the doctor said.

The extent of his injuries meant physical therapy, a lot of it. The idea made you cringe, if he ever woke up, he'd fight like hell against it.

Despite feeling so completely overjoyed that he'd made it this far, survived this much, there was a part of you that knew there was a long journey ahead. A journey that would mean sleepless nights, emotional support, physical support.

You were dreading it. It seeped into you, like a bird of prey, it dug its claws into you. It only got worse.

A cycle of grief and anger, missing him- his voice, his eyes- so badly your breath caught in your throat every time you looked at him, looked at the broken man lying helplessly in the hospital bed- but also resenting him for putting you in that position.

Turning you into a caretaker, the solid foundation for the both of you while you almost lost the most important man in your life.

You couldn't help but feel the guilt eating away at you- how fucked up it was to think of yourself during a time when Simon might never wake up.

But you persevered, pushed past the dread in the pit of your stomach, and waited at his bedside with sharp eyes.

Day and night, you'd settle in, sleeping with a thin throw-blanket you stole off the couch and an old pillow. You'd wear his T-shirts and sweaters, just for a hint of familiarity, a semblance of your old life, his smell.

You'd hold his hand, even when you knew he couldn't feel a damn thing. You'd talk to him, tell him about your day- regardless of the fact that he didn't hear you at all.

Most nights, you'd sob under the disguise of the heart monitor and thrum of the ventilator. You'd grieve the man you loved. Whether he was dead or not, he would never truly be Simon Riley again. You'd learn to love the new man he'd be, you were sure of it, but your heart had been caged in, trapped under the weight of his unrecognizable form.

He had woken up after a few months, to which you celebrated with vibrating happiness. You tried not to smother him with affection. Instead, you gave him his space as he took in his surroundings, began to somewhat understand what exactly had happened.

You sat down, reaching for Simon's hand, and you felt him squeeze down. For the first time in months, he'd responded to your touch.

You stared up at him, your eyes welling with tears, your heart racing in your chest, pounding against your rib cage. A tidal wave of relief washed over you.

"Baby," You whispered, moving closer, kneeling next to him. "Simon."

His voice was muffled, panic filling his eyes as he realized he had an E.T. tube down his throat. You kept him calm, calling for the nurses immediately, watching with worried eyes as they extubated him.

He coughed, settling back into bed as he turned his head to look at you. Then, he whispered your name. Strangled and hoarse, rough with phlegm.

You could feel a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath in, bowing your head to rest on his arm as your chest was racked with sobs. It was nearly impossible to control.

"God, Simon," You sniffled, your face tilting to look up at him. "Thank God," You cried, burying your face in his shoulder.

His doctor didn't want you to get your hopes up- he didn't want you clinging to the idea of Simon's recovery.

"We're not entirely certain what his brain function is like at this point, he'll need a CT. He may not ever remember his accident, and might even have trouble recognizing his surroundings." His doctor was resolute- harsh, not wanting to lead you on with false promises and hopeful ideations.

Your eyes had been swollen for months, and after finally coming to terms with his situation, they were dry and irritated.

You pursed your lips, entirely unsatisfied with the answer but defeated.

"Thank you," You forced a polite smile, turning on your heel, back to Simon's bed.

—

His physical therapy had been going well.

The cast had come off, and you finally recognized your boyfriend after the swelling went down. He was there, real, whole again- mostly.

You'd been woken up by his terrifying shouts and screams for help multiple times a night. It didn't subside, not until you wrapped your arms around him and quieted him down. You weren't sure if he knew, or if he wanted to hide behind the facade of sleep to save himself from embarrassment.

He had difficulty remembering the accident in its entirety, only remembering how difficult it was to move, to get up. He recalled the pain well, regardless of just how hard his body worked to keep him sedate. On the rare occasions he spoke about it, he'd never forget Soap. Never forget the voice he heard, urging him to stay awake, to get up.

You knew you couldn't thank Johnny enough, couldn't make it up to him in anyway that would equate to what he did for you and Simon. Anytime you brought it up, he'd shut you down, and Simon didn't speak about it either. Not unless provoked.

It was a memory he pushed down, as deep as he could, locking it away in the same vault where he kept every other long-living secret.

You knew better than to push him on it. You wanted to be there for him so badly, to tell him how happy you were that he was okay, alive, but you didn't. You gave him his space until he asked otherwise, which usually came in the form of a simple kiss, a hand on your waist, a quiet 'love you' when he passed by you.

You could never figure out why he'd suddenly started telling you he loved you more often, but you didn't question it.

—

When you missed your period, missed the cramps starting a few days before, the blinding headache at the start of the week, you realized your intimate exchange before his deployment may have had an unintended effect. Despite contraception, you had a feeling something was different- wrong.

You were pregnant. Two solid, indisputable red lines, staring you in the face. A happy face, on another, with a plus sign. It was real, concrete. Part of you didn't want to tell Simon- you wanted it to go away. But, against your judgment, you did.

It was late, finishing the day with a shower together as usual.

You were starting to show- not enough that he'd notice, especially not with the turmoil in his head. Though, while he scrubbed across the flesh of your stomach, a soapy loofa leaving bubbles and foam behind, the grin on his face when you stood on your toes to kiss him; it was the right time.

"I'm pregnant," You blurted out, your hands falling to your sides.

You avoided his gaze and silence fell between you, the running shower louder than ever, accompanied by your jugular pounding in your throat.

He looked shocked, confused, terrified- all in a series of minutes.

"Trust me, I know it's not ideal. It's not good timing. I know you're still healing and we're just getting things back together. I'm sorry."

He took a moment, his rough hand pressing against the small bulge in your stomach.

"How long have you known?" He asked.

"A few weeks." You swallowed.

"How far along?"

"Three months."

The tension was undeniable, holding your breath for the moment he told you he couldn't do it, didn't want it.

Instead, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"My kid's in there," He breathed, his arms squeezing you gently. "You're havin' a kid. We're havin' a kid."

You smiled softly against his shoulder. Now, you could be excited. You didn't have to feel guilty for holding it back, or for carrying another 'burden' inside you. You could celebrate. The baby, another milestone in your life with Simon, normalcy returning.

"We are," You breathed, leaning back to hold his face in your hands. "I love you," You said gently- a fact, a statement with every ounce of truth to it.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He'd tell you one day that during his accident, all he could think about was you- that he wanted to fight to be alive for you. But for now, he settled for telling you he loved you, every chance he got.

[purplesoulcollection]

Unnatural Love

Part 5 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi There! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English not my first language.

Duaks!!!

The sound of punches and kicks echoed in the hall of the demon castle.

In a hidden dark alley. There are several people surrounding an object.

The object turned out to be not an item but a demon.

The devil who is our main character, Adele.

"Damn you, you are just using the reputation of the demon lord to protect your low caste."

"Yes, now you have become very pretentious since you became Mr. Demon's servant."

"Mr. Demon is more honorable than you, know yourself."

"You are a low caste, unable to use magic, dreaming of continuing to be a servant of the demon lord."

Meanwhile, Adele, who was being hit, closed her eyes and curled her body. He bit his lip with his teeth, trying to turn his screams into pain

Pained...

My whole body hurts so much...

They're babbling nonsense even though I don't care about my demon caste. I not even devil.

I don't really want to live like this either.

I want to go home, to earth.

I also want to be alive, not as a demon but as a human.

But fate made me like this.

What... I just give up?

It's easier to give up than to keep facing the same thing.

zrash

Suddenly there was a sound that came suddenly.

Then the sound of a sword cutting through a body was heard. Screams were also heard

At that moment I could smell a fishy smell that shouldn't be there...

Fishy? And screams? Am I next... 

Am I going to die next....

"Adele!!!"

I heavily opened my eyes. I squinted my eyes several times before I finally saw Mr. Demon's figure. He looks so panicked.

He lifted my body, Mr. Demon's face also got closer to me to see my condition.

Then his facial expression, which was initially worried, turned into anger. His eyes suddenly turned fiercer. And his facial expression also became fiercer.

"Sir demon, why are you here?" I asked haltingly

“I was looking for you, you were nowhere. Why did you let yourself get hit again?”

"I didn't just let myself get hit. I tried to fight as best as I could. But they were stronger than me."

I swallowed roughly. Trying not to show my sadness about this incident.

"Sorry for causing trouble to the Mr Demon."

Mr. Demon just kept quiet and carried me princess style before finally treating me himself in his room. I didn't utter a single words to him.

"Adele" He calls me, and it makes me look at him.

"Don't worry, I will protect you from now on."

'Why?'

"Huh, you must be joking, right? I'm just a lowly servant. Later Mr Demon will be considered a freak who protects a servant."

"No one will think I'm strange if I try to protect the people I love."

Adele could only stare while opening her mouth wide. His hands were also shaking involuntarily.

In her mind, Adele was already turning upside down in panic and didn't know what to say.

Her mind went blank for a moment, due to excessive shock.

This is the first time anyone has confessed their love to Adele.

Adele has been single all her life. Even though she used to be quite beautiful, no one ever said they liked her.

So denial is something Adele can do.

"You... Are you kidding me?"

"I've been battered like this?"

"Is this your way of distracting me?"

"If that's your method, sir, it really worked, you know? I'm fine!"

"Adele..."

Mr. Deon's gaze was unwavering. He did not respond to Adele's denial.

"I'm serious."

Mr. Demon's serious statement made Adele feel uncomfortable being looked at seriously.

Then finally the name answered while looking away

"If you're serious, why me? I'm not a human like Mr. Demon. Mr. Demon should also choose humans as partners. I'm just a demon who doesn't have magic. Of course I won't be compatible with Mr. Demon."

Mr. Demon just stared at the name for a moment before finally closing his eyes and starting to tell the story.

"Adele, you are a devil. I admit it." He started to hold Adele's hand. Squeeze it with slow but warm strength.

Makes my heart warm too.

"But in my eyes, you are more than just a lowly devil."

Mr demon opened his eyes.

"Even though you are impolite and always dodge problems."

"You have a kind heart, surpassing the devil and also surpassing the kindness of humans in this world."

"The proof is that you worry and care for me better than other humans and demons in this world."

"Even more than my family which made me have to fight in the war."

"But instead you are oppressed in a world that is not suitable for you right now."

"I've also given permission on my behalf if anyone dares with you but still misses out."

"I'm afraid that sooner or later you will do something undesirable"

"Mr. Demon..." I almost couldn't hold back my tears.

“You are really great. You know me better than I thought or is it because of your own experience?”

"Am I right?"

"... Yes. I did want to give up..."

"I just want to die. If only I could work here in peace, it would be nice. But continuing to be here is tiring inside. The bullying here almost makes me sick of everything."

"I didn't even want to come here. Even though I just wanted to survive..."

And finally Adele cried. Sobbing uncontrollably. There was no intention whatsoever to wipe away the tears and snot that were spilling everywhere.

In the end, the one who wiped Adele's tears was not Adele herself but the Mr Demon.

Although he was initially hesitant to do so. But he wiped away the tears that were welling up in Adele's eyes and wiped his snot with a tissue.

"No need for you to wipe, sir. I can do it myself."

"It's okay. This is the first time I'm entertaining people. Usually I'm the one being entertained."

"Did you forget your declaration of love?"

“Of course not. Do you want to?”

"Sir, did you know that I could have used the Mr Demon's declaration of love as a cover to hurt you?"

"People who want to hurt will never say it directly."

True, they like to stabbed from the back than to tell us.

"If I say I like you, sir, is that okay? Because we are two different creatures, humans and demons... We are never allowed to be together."

"I have great luck. There will definitely be a way."

"If we were together, would the Demon King just keep quiet?"

"Isn't it possible if our relationship is kept a secret?" Deon asked me.

If I remember the character of the demon king, no hope rising.

"I'm afraid that this method won't last too long."

**

“Finally the demon confessed his love to the that servant.“

“Demon Arut's weakness has been confirmed. Is the next plan feasible, Demon King? “

“Do it!”

To Be Continued

[ladelinee]

Authors note: Yay! I managed to finish the second part 🤩 I made it a bit longer because I didn’t want to miss any details. I thought it would be fun to introduce some characters a bit more and make a funny chapter. I might rest a bit and bring the next part after Christmas. I hope you like! 🥰

Word count: 4,2K

Warnings: sexist comments of the decade,teasing, cussing.

All shook up

(part 2)

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Mark, my boss, shouted with a very angry tone, banging his office desk.

My eyes started blinking rapidly, while my unfocused gaze became sharp. I was still daydreaming and remembering what happened last night.

"Yes, Sir… I'm very sorry. I was trying to protect Elvis" I answered, even without knowing what he had said previously, I perfectly knew what he was talking about.

"Trying? Elvis is like the fucking crown jewel of this hotel. He has to be protected at all costs while he is under our care" he said, his tone was becoming more and more annoying.

"I understand, Sir. It was a mistake, my fault for not taking the walkie-talkie. But he was alone at the backstage; something worse could have happened" I said, making him think it would have had worse consequences.

"I don't care what he does, he can even have an orgy on the terrace if he wants to. Your actions have caused damages to our client and our property. It took me three hours to negotiate with The Colonel about this, three! You are reckless and negligent. I knew I shouldn't have let a woman be in charge here," the boss exclaimed, outraging me.

"Sir, with all due respect, I am new to this hotel and I have tried to adapt as quickly as I could. I have never received any complain about my job, and I have never dealt with an earthquake before. Yes, I made a mistake, but even so, I did everything I could to keep Elvis and the other customers safe" I answered with confidence. I wasn't going to let him underestimate me.

The boss looked at me thoughtfully, taking a few seconds to respond. "Yeah, whatever. Now do us all a favor and go take care of those damn reporters outside. You're about the only person on this planet who can tame the hellhounds that are waiting out in the cold" my boss responded in a stern tone, tapping on the desk and slowly shaking his head.

"Alright, sir. I'm on my way"I replied obediently, not wanting to give a bad impression.

I got up from the chair and headed towards the door. When I came out, I felt that even the boss's hurtful words scolding me had not affected me. I was still in a cloud remembering what happened last night. Today was a great day, and I was happy after meeting Elvis, even if it wasn't the best moment.

On one of the floors of the building, I found Alex. He noticed something different about me, but he still didn't know anything about what had happened.

Alex approached me.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked him, greeting him in a friendly manner, trying to act normal.

Alex looked at me and greeted me with a genuine smile. "Y/n! Everything is fine. How about you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow in a curious way.

I began to laugh nervously and answered as best as I could. "All good, I guess. I'm alive and kicking! Well, what's today's plan? We have to go and calm down the press, right?" I answered, trying to change the topic.

As I was talking, Alex’s expression changed from a wide smile to a concerned look, as he slowly tilted his head. "Everything is alright? Something seems off with you" he asked in a curious tone.

"Yeah, you know, we gotta keep this place safe from reporters. They're all still after Elvis, but it's gotten a bit chaotic after the earthquake” Alex continued, in order not to seem like he was putting pressure on me.

Suddenly, I stopped in the middle of the hallway. I was afraid to tell it, but I needed to tell someone. I needed a friend's opinion.

"Alex…" I said with an intriguing tone, while I grabbed his arm as if we were two old ladies, -a clear sign that gossip was coming- "Can I tell you something?"

As I grabbed Alex's arm, he was surprised but didn't pull away, allowing me to do so. He looked down with a look of curiosity, then back up at me with a warm smile. "Of course, sweetie. What is it that you want to tell me?" He asked, his voice full of understanding and support, wanting to hear me out and do whatever he could to help.

"Promise me you won't say a word about what I'm about to tell you."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything" Alex said impatiently.

"Yesterday… oh… I ruined everything, Alex. I got lost because of the earthquake and ended up at the backstage. I didn't even grab the walkie-talkie, and I got locked in. But guess who…" I said in a mysterious tone.

Alex's expression was sympathetic with my situation until he was caught by surprise that I had been locked up with someone. "Oh no, please don't tell me you were locked in with that security bouncer. That guy is obsessed with you. What a nightmare!" Alex responded in that characteristic tone of his that made us start laughing. It slowly became more serious as I looked in each other's eyes.

"No Alex, I got stuck with… Santa Claus," I replied, using one of the old-school tricks, mentioning ficticious names so that people wouldn't know who we were talking about.

"Who is Santa Claus, baby?" Alex answered confused. He knew it was a fictitious name, but he didn't know who I was referring to.

"You know, when Santa Claus comes to “International” town. Everyone is happy; he also brings his “Snowman”, Santa Claus's little elfs helpers…" I couldn't make it clearer.

Suddenly, Alex remembered that Elvis's manager, the Colonel, was called "Snowman," so he made the connection, turning himselft pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"Wait… The SANTA FUCKING CLAUS?" He answered by raising his voice loudly, as if we were alone. At that moment, all the staff who were working in the floor with us turned around abruptly to look at us. Some looked at us with dislike, others were surprised and curious, and others began to laugh since they knew that Alex had always been a bit kook.

His shout made me blush with embarrassment, and I had to shush him without stopping laughing. "For God's sake, Alex! It’s a secret, remember?" I whispered to him while laughing.

"Well, the thing is, I didn't take the walkie-talkie with me, and I put Santa in danger during the earthquake. But I must say…" I paused, unconsciously biting my lip” he flirted with me. But then Joe came, and they left." I added with a mischievous smile changing to one of sadness.

"HE WHAT?" He exclaimed, opening his eyes and mouth, surprised by the news. Are you serious right now? Elvis flirted with you? And who is Joe, Rudolf?” Alex said between laughs with a sparkle in his eyes, trying not to show his desire to know more about this unexpected secret.

Alex spoke so loudly that for the second time, the employees turned to look at us. “Alex, SANTA, call him Santa. Yes, Santa flirted with me,” I answered a little upset as I feared that someone would find out.

At that moment, Doris, the cleaning lady, was passing by us. She couldn't help but listen to our conversation, and she said: “Santa what? Oh young lady, I think you need a break from this job. Or stop taking those magic pills.” She addressed us like a mother, scolding us in a slightly unpleasant tone.

Alex and I stood there, stunned, exchanging glances. Doris was certainly a box of surprises—an endearing old lady, but at the same time, bombs could come out of her mouth.

Quick to act, Alex reassured Doris “No need for tablets, Doris. It’s just the North Pole drama happening right here.” He subtly said while grabbing gently her shoulders guiding her back to her cleaning cart. "Come on, none of your business" he added.

"Well, so that happened." I chuckled as Alex returned to my side, still amused by his unexpected comment to Doris.

With a smile, Alex met my gaze and said, "I'm so happy about this. But you have to be very careful, y/n." His warm tone shifted to one of concern. "You know it's forbidden to have anything personal with a client. If the boss finds out, you could be fired. You can ruin your reputation."

"I know," I sighed. "I remained professional, but my god... this man has a natural gift for seduction. It was so hard to keep my composure."

After the warning, Alex lightened the mood, asking playfully, "So… tell me! Have you been able to feel Santa Claus's candy cane yet? I NEED TO KNOW!"

"Alex, shut up!" I whispered as we headed towards the entrance, ready to handle the press outside.

Meanwhile, Elvis was in his room, deep in his thoughts, sitting in a couch, looking out at the city of Las Vegas from the window. Still processing the events that happened last night, he couldn't help but smile.

"Worried about the press?" Joe interrupted Elvis's peace, remarking, "Those bastards are going to hang around here all day."

"Yeah, those damn reporters still haven’t gotten the message, I guess. I just hope they don't make life here a whole lot more complicated" Elvis said with a slightly exasperated expression on his face, whishing they’d go away as soon as possible.

"Well, you gave them something to talk about last night," Joe added with a laugh.

Elvis was taken by surprise, "Please keep her out of this damn circus, Joe. Don't even think about that. Oh, and speaking of last night, she's not a tip-worthy pretty face. She's somethin’ else."

"Man, I was just talking about the earthquake." Joe, sensing Elvis's tension, wisely avoided delving into the topic but knew something significant had occurred the night before.

Elvis remained silent, deep in thought. Suddenly, the Colonel entered the room, exclaiming "My boy! My boy!" with a display of effusiveness. Elvis turned around quickly to see who had just entered the room.

"Hello, sir. What brings ya to the penthouse?" he asked calmly.

"Good news! I spoke to Mark, the International director, about the incident last night. He'll pay us 40 percent more in the next five performances. Elvis Presley, after this earthquake accident, is making a great effort, as neither the hotel nor its employees are safe anymore"

Elvis looked directly at him when he mentioned "employees," realizing he meant y/n.

Elvis's eyes widened as the Colonel proceeded to speak. After what had happened last night, it didn't surprise him that the Colonel was trying to get more money out of the situation. Observing the Colonel’s dramatic flair, Elvis remained visibly upset.

"Alright, so... 40 percent more for the next five shows, got it. Anything else, sir?" Elvis said, acting cold towards the Colonel and not giving him the sympathy he was hoping to get.

"Yeah, and don't worry, kid. The employees won't bother you or put you at risk again. Especially that damn woman," the Colonel asserted, pleased with the outcome of his discussion with the director.

"Is she fired?" Elvis asked in a darker tone, causing Joe to grow concerned about Elvis's reaction.

"No, son. But she's where she's most useful—dealing with the press out there. The less time she spends inside the building, the better," the Colonel said, adopting a tone that left unclear whether he was aware of Elvis's mood.

Relieved that y/n wasn't fired but annoyed with each response from the Colonel, Elvis asked "Where is he?" Darkness etched his face.

"Who?" the Colonel asked, confused.

"The director. I need to talk to him," Elvis said, attempting to be polite.

"Look, boy, if anyone has to talk to him, it's me. Don't worry and focus on your performance, okay?" The Colonel replied with authority.

Feeling helpless, Elvis didn't appreciate the Colonel's tone. He wanted to do something, and everything felt unfairly constrained. Moreover, he wanted to ensure y/n's safety.

Elvis stood up confidently, and headed to the door, prompting Joe to intervene, concerned about potential mistakes.

"Elvis, think carefully about what you're going to do. Please don't mess things up. Today is your show," Joe implored, meeting Elvis's eyes. He knew that the director was a powerful person in business.

Elvis, exchanging a knowing look with Joe, left his room.

"Boy! Don't you dare go alone!" the Colonel exclaimed as Elvis walked away.

Joe, realizing the importance of Elvis's intentions, stood between the Colonel and Elvis, who was moving further away.

“For God's sake, he's not going to war or something. He just goes to the office. We have a lot of men around and security” Joe said, placing a hand on the Colonel's chest to stop him.

Elvis, witnessing this from down the hall, he gave him a quick nod and a warm smile of gratitude and appreciation. Joe's support and understanding of Elvis's intentions didn't go unnoticed and Elvis felt grateful towards him.

En route to the office, Elvis, used to signing documents in his room, felt disoriented. Yet, he walked with confidence. Upon reaching the elevator, he found Doris.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed on the verge of a heart attack. “Good afternoon, Mr. Presley!”

Elvis's expression changed from a slightly frustrated tone to a more relaxed and calm one when he saw Doris, the cleaning lady. Her reaction caught him off guard, but he couldn't help but be amused by how spooked and surprised she was to see him at the elevator.

In his signature warm manner, he greeted her and said, "Oh, dear... Don't be scared, it's just me” he said, still laughing “How are you, darlin’?” Elvis asked in a friendly and endearing tone to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

“I… I'm fine. Everything… i-is… fine. Wonderful, I would say!” Doris said, trying to calm down, smiling at Elvis as if she were a teenager in love again.

Elvis, known for his warmth, turned to Doris, placing a hand on her back, and asked, “Just one question, darlin’. Would ya know where I can find the executive office?”

“Oh sure! He is downstairs, second floor. Turn right into the second hallway.” Doris answered with a wide smile.

"Thank you, honey,” Elvis expressed his gratitude, and they fell into silence. Doris looked at Elvis, and she eyed the elevator door, restraining herself as if she were about to explode. Together, they headed towards the second floor.

Exiting the elevator, Elvis bid farewell to Doris. As the doors closed, he heard Doris giggling and screaming inside the elevator. Unable to contain himself, Elvis burst into laughter.

Upon finding the office, Elvis entered Mark's office without knocking first, showing that he didn't really care to follow protocols or formalities in those kinds of situations. He was straight to the point and didn't want to beat around the bush.

Mark, the director of the International, was taken aback by Elvis's unannounced presence. “Um…uh…good afternoon, Mr. Presley, what a pleasant surpris-”

“Why did ya move the girl outside, Mark?” Elvis interrupted with a serious and concise question, making it clear he was there to address the issue.

Mark was surprised by the way Elvis entered his office and asked him that question. He wasn't expecting Elvis to be so straightforward and direct with his question. Mark was trying to come up with an explanation right away, thinking of ways to justify his actions and explain what he did. "Well... Uh... You see, Mr. Presley, the hotel has been receiving a lot of negative attention lately because of the earthquake, and we don't want staff members to interfere with our image and reputation. We thought we would be doing you a favour by moving her outside", Mark replied.

Elvis approached Mark to emphasize his words. “She didn't put me in danger. I'm the one who put her in danger. Yeah, I shot the door, but I'll get that damn door fixed by the end of the day. I ain't gonna let no buncha sons of bitches take advantage of her in this weather. Ya hear?.” Elvis's tone and demeanor shifted, asserting his authority and rejecting Mark's approach.

“I already talked to The Colonel about it, don't worry about the door,” Mark said casually, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

"I tell ya what, that's fine, but now I'm worried about her. I have never seen such a dedicated working woman in all my days. She was real professional with me, and she kept me safe with the best of her abilities. As for my men, some of them couldn't give two shits about me, meanwhile she's done more in one night than they have all week.“ Elvis stated, facing the director, refusing to let Mark overlook the matter.

Taking a sip of whiskey, Mark contemplated how to resolve the situation without jeopardizing his relationship with Elvis or clashing with The Colonel.

“I want one of her duties to be working for me.” Elvis declared bluntly, preempting any suggestions from Mark. Elvis knew precisely what he wanted.

Mark slowly nodded his head, realizing he was in a weak position. He knew that to deny Elvis's request was not an option, so he had to agree to it while he could. "Alright, Mr. Presley. Miss y/ln will join us tomorrow to provide you with her services " Mark said, knowing that this was better for him than to deny Elvis.

Satisfied with the outcome, Elvis thanked the director and left the office. He headed to the elevator with a sense of justice, knowing he would finally be able to see her again and value her work as she deserved.

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After dealing with the press, I was mentally drained. The countless questions forced me to improvise in order to avoid any misunderstandings. It was exhausting, and I couldn't stop thinking about Elvis. His presence haunted me all day long, and I felt as if he was inside my mind.

As I headed to the elevator to return to my office, the doors opened, revealing Elvis. I froze and blushed, despite hiding his gaze under those glasses, I could only focus in his eyes.

Elvis's expression shifted to surprise when he saw me. We looked at each other, happy to meet again, even if only for a few seconds in the elevator.

As time passed, the doors started closing again, we kept looking at each other and we seemed to lose track of time, but Elvis swiftly stopped the doors from closing with his arm.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Elvis approached me. “Well, well, if it ain’t my earthquake buddy. Meeting like this, who would’ve thought?”

“Elvis! What a surprise to see you again in the middle of this chaos.” I answered while stepping inside the elevator.

Elvis fixed his eyes on me, purring in my ear playfully, "Looks like we got stuck somewhere else pretty soon, darlin’. The universe is tryin’ to tell us somethin’."

As his calming voice washed over me, I couldn't help but react instantly. A wave of chills ran down my spine, as I felt my face turn red with embarrassment.

Elvis continued being playful. “So, how was your day, darlin’?” he lightened the mood, trying to ease the tension in my body. He seemed to read my body language very easily.

“Oh… well, after dealing with a somewhat difficult boss, I had to handle some clients and the press since everyone is going crazy over a certain 'Elvis Presley.'” I said, in a playful tone.

Elvis laughed, nodding in agreement with my comments about everyone going crazy.

“Do you know him by any chance?” I continued, jokingly.

“Mmm… I know somethin’ ‘bout him, yes, but I promise ya he's a good fella,” he said with a smile.

Elvis shifted into a charming mode. “M’sorry for any trouble I might've caused ya last night, sweetheart. But I'll make it up to ya”

“Don't worry, it's just that the guy from above is a little crazy, that's all,” I answered, referring to my boss.

Elvis fixed his eyes on my face and touched my cheek. “Oh, darlin', you near 'bout froze to death out there” he said in a worried tone, noting my red nose and purple lips.

I had never had Elvis so close; I could feel the warmth of his hand soothing my cheeks. I couldn't help but let out a whimper. As his warm breath approached, it seemed like he was about to kiss my lips.

He transported me to a kind of paradise without realizing the reality. Immediately afterward, the elevator door began to open. Swiftly, I returned to my position, with my arms crossed. Elvis kept looking at me few more seconds after he directed his gaze towards the elevator doors.

I was surprised to see that it was Doris who entered. She stared confused at me and Elvis, and vice versa, repeating the process several times.

Elvis, with a playful expression, turned to Doris, making an exaggerated bow. “Doris, darlin', your entrance shines brighter than any ol' Vegas show!” he said while smirked, twitchting his lip.

Doris's expression changed dramatically, softening at Elvis' words. She began to blush, and a special gleam appeared in her eyes as she looked at him with awe.

Despite my attempts to maintain a neutral expression, I couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the situation. When Doris noticed my smile and looked me up and down with a sense of superiority, I could almost hear her thinking that Elvis would never speak to me in such a way.

If Doris only knew...

Doris, baffled but delighted, blushed and stammered “Oh, thank you, Mr. Presley!y-you are such a gentleman.”

Elvis, maintaining eye contact with me, decided to take the charm up a notch, throwing a curveball into the mix.

With a faux-serious expression, leaned in conspiratorially. “Doris, darlin', your job goes beyond the usual. You're the unsung hero 'round here, no doubt”

I just wanted to get out of that elevator so I could laugh at ease. I didn't know the fun side of Elvis. I tried to hold in my laughter as best I could and remain silent.

"I always thought my scrubbing skills were my secret weapon!" Doris was visibly nervous, fixing her hair in a futile attempt to compose herself.

With a wink, Elvis said, “Well, Wonder Mop!, your secret is safe with me.” He looked at me, holding back the urge to laugh.

I looked down at the floor and shook my head while smiling. Elvis was so cheeky. How could he be so sensually shameless? He knew exactly how to deal with any woman.

Finally I arrived at my destination floor, my time in the elevator seemed very short. I got out of the elevator and turned to them. “Have a good day,” I said, smiling and looking at Elvis intently.

“Have a good day, darlin’” Elvis replied back.

As I turned to start the walk towards my office after the elevator had opened, I heard the voice coming from the elevator, "Finally alone, Mr. Presley" Doris' declaration of her intentions was clear, although the elevator doors had yet to shut.

While my back was to them, I couldn't help but laugh as I made my way to my office. Elvis' laughter rang out as he heard my reaction, and the sound carried across the entire floor, filling the space with his cheerful roar.

~ Few hours later…~

After our meeting in the elevator, I just had a goofy smile the entire shift. Even though the hotel was full because of his performance, I was still happy. He will make it up to me... what does that mean?

With no warning, Alex burst into the hallway, shouting in a sharp tone.

“Y/N! Come to your office RIGHT NOW”. I looked at him a little confused, and started to worry. Many things went through my head at that moment, expecting the worst.

Upon entering the office, breathless and prepared to confront whatever challenges may lay ahead, I was met with a sight that took me by surprise.

Large box, adorned with white bows, laid on the desk, as Alex grinned at my entrance with a gleam in his eye, his excitement palpable. "I think Santa left you a gift" he remarked with a playful tone, curious to see me open the box and reveal the contents within.

Taking Alex's remarks in good humor, I replied, "I don't think it's him... right?" As I moved towards the box.

Once I untied the ties and managed to lift open the box, my surprise was immediate as I looked inside to find a white fur coat within. There was also a letter on top of the coat. As I opened the envelope, I had an instant reaction of curiosity and excitement:

“Don’t freeze out there while I’m not with you, baby. Meet me at midnight, backstage. E.”

And then my heart skipped a beat.

Part 3 here

Need to recap? Part 1 here

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Lovely Diabolik Elysium

{ Hell || Abyss || Chasm || Schism: BRUTE || Schism: MANSERVANT || Schism: VAMPIRE || Elysium }

Ankle to ankle, Death has shackled me, Easy to entrance, easy to fall, and yet - "Hope" is no longer an Absentee

"...Reiji, what'd you do?" were the words from Laito's mouth as his emerald eyes drifted over Viola's form. Her color had significantly improved in the past few days, and she actually had the guts to speak a few short words to people other than Reiji tonight, with the exception of Shu. Not only that, but... Laito's eyes lingered on a smile.

"I've no idea what you're talking about," was his automatic reply as Viola tried her best not to scarf down orange-tinged linguine like ramen, ignoring the feeling that she was being quite heavily watched. Which, indeed, five out of six of the brothers were watching her eat.

"You kiddin'?" Ayato asked, irritated as he pointed at Viola with a fork. "That wench was practically a walking corpse a week ago."

"Viola, I'm not going to take it from you. Eat slower," Reiji chided, ignoring Ayato. Though he had never given Viola a reason to think that, as preventing her from eating after he'd deigned to give her food was one of the few cruelties he hadn't inflicted upon her.

"Vitamin C and iron is great, Reiji, but I need some damn carbs. And, anyway, it's your cooking; why are you complaining?" Reiji glanced at her with surprise. As did his brothers. "...sorry."

"No... it's fine." Then it was Viola's turn to be shocked as the sound of Reiji adjusting his glasses reached her ears. "But if you like my cooking so much, then savor it."

"Yes, sir." Satisfied, Reiji took a sip of his tea.

"I don't think I've been so unsettled in decades," Shu muttered, and Reiji shot him a glare.

"Shut up," Viola's voice came out before Reiji's, and again, several astonished looks.

Shu softly yawned, "Since when did you have teeth?" Oddly, Shu had smiled rather than furrow his eyebrows, and Reiji bristled at the obscene sight.

"Viola, enough," Reiji barked when she opened her mouth for a retort, and she flinched as if he'd struck her. Guilt writhed up into the chambers of his heart, taking hold of the tissues and squeezing from the inside.

"I apologize for speaking out of turn," she replied softly. He ached to inform her that fear had shaken his mind he didn't want Shu to take interest in her, but how could he do such a thing in the moment?

"I didn't know you were such a possessive freak, Reiji," Shu remarked, lazily leaning back in his chair, his blue eyes meeting his little brother's magenta ones before he stared up at the ceiling instead.

A confused air rippled from the others as Reiji stiffened. How? How could that good-for-nothing realize it? They rarely spoke, so why...?

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" he added, interrupting Reiji's short, angry rebuttal. "No, of course you do. There is no universe where you would rebuke someone for displaying dislike towards me, and yet you did. Because you're terrified I'll kill her in retaliation for what you've done."

Reiji resisted the urge to groan. Even supposing he refuted Shu's claim, there was a high probability he would try to kill Viola regardless. And if Shu knew for certain...

"Reiji." A tug on his sleeve, and Reiji turned towards his woman with some surprise. "It's fine."

The careless remark made the vampire snap.

"No, it certainly IS NOT!" he growled at her, standing and yanking Viola up by her arm. He was walking away from the dinner table, into the next room. He didn't even see Shu's eyes widening, not that he would have cared. "What does it take for you to understand that I did not spend time keeping you alive just to have you die?!"

"I... was thinking about it, and... ultimately, you will live and I will die. Even if you were to give me every life-prolonging drug under the sun, and I do not suffer some kind of accident, I would still die. If such an accident were to happen sooner rather than later, then..."

"No!" Reiji shouted, and Viola jolted as he took a fierce hold of her shoulders. "I would far sooner kill every last one of my brothers, starting with that worthless good-for-nothing!"

"Reiji..." The vampire breathed in irregular bursts, his fangs on full display as his eyes wavered. Viola gave him a sad look. "You spent so much time berating me for pursuing something that would bear no fruit for all my labor, but why are you doing the same?"

"I am not you!" he retorted hotly, and she shriveled a little. "Why must you insist upon underestimating my abilities?! Stop being so conceited to think that we could possibly be compared!"

Viola fell silent after that and stared at the ground in a mixture of shame and doubt. Reiji continued regardless.

"You are blind, incompetent, and dependent. Someone of your caliber could never manage to do something like prolonging your life!" Reiji paused, as if he had suddenly realized something, before a wide grin stole over his face. "Ah... Viola, I can assure you will not die while you continue to live by my side. Even if it means I must take measures that would be normally be unacceptable."

"Assure?" Viola inquired, shocked as she looked up at the vampire. Why? Some relaxation had entered his face. "What makes you so sure...?" Reiji softly chuckled to himself.

"I don't believe you need to know, as I certainly have no plans of doing such a thing now... Particularly considering it is irreversible, and I certainly don't favor the idea of-" Reiji stopped himself, prompting even more of Viola's curiosity as he flicked his glasses off and compulsively cleaned them. He found himself feeling glad for not the first time that she was blind.

"Reiji?"

"It's nothing. I imagine my brothers have left the dining hall without me to keep them there, so you will collect all of their dishes, dispose of their uneaten food, and wash the ceramics carefully. I do not want a single chip on any of those plates, or you will be punished accordingly."

"...understood."

"And," Reiji added as he pushed Viola back in the direction of the dining hall, "If you actually perform well for once, I may decide to reward you." Viola's mouth dropped open, and she turned to look back at him.

Impulsively, Reiji brushed his lips against her cheek, only deciding halfway through, in his surprise at himself, not to kiss the flesh before he dragged his mouth to her ear instead. "Is there something wrong with that?" It was a surprisingly genuine question.

"No, I just... didn't expect it." Viola backed away, and Reiji found himself feeling a ridiculous amount of pride in the fact that she seemed to be self-conscious with those pinkened cheeks of hers. "I didn't think I'd hear the word 'reward' from you." Reiji scoffed and pulled her back towards him with a smirk.

"And yet I believe I told you that I was the only one who could give you any form of pleasure." Viola reddened further, her ears starting to burn crimson.

"Don't say it like that!" she protested, and Reiji let out a short, amused laugh. "I'm not a masochist!"

"I never said you were," Reiji teased, and Viola spluttered.

"Weren't you always talking about me being a whore for pain or something?!"

"I was just insulting you. If you really enjoyed it, I wouldn't have bothered with minor punishments."

"Th-Then..." Viola looked around her, comically, before she leaned up to whisper in Reiji's ear. And, steadily, the woman in front of him wasn't the only one pink in the face.

"I..." He rubbed his cheeks. "Your mind is a dirty place, Viola." Although Reiji would begrudgingly admit such an idea would certainly be worth pursuing before he found the need to steal away the warmth of her human blood in exchange for a lukewarm, loosely affiliated variety.

"You're the one saying dirty things with a straight face!"

Reiji couldn't help himself from breaking into laughter, and moments later, Viola's laughter joined it. Though he would not have consciously acknowledged it, he would do anything to restore and preserve such a delicate thing.

There was no real way for him to know the depths of its damage, nor how to repair it in the first place, and yet he found himself compelled - no, obsessed - with it.

With her.

++ Thank you to those of you that managed to read through this shitty short fiction on Reiji despite its inconsistent updates. I created this side blog to curate a mysterious horror collection™, but in the end, I alas cannot resist the allure of my usual notes to my audience. You are always appreciated. ++

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don't wake me, i'm not dreaming. sierra six.

chapter 02: phantasm.

you can also check this fic out on ao3!

summary: six had an old friend from his time in prison. he never expected her to come back.

timeline: post-gray man movie

pairing: sierra six/court gentry x oc (atlas wright)

warnings: for this chapter, swearing, mentions of weapons (guns)

word count: 2.97k

notes: i did not proofread this yet :) i also fucking hate the way I've written this one but uhh i hope u enjoy anyway

███████, 2014

“You’re awfully good at what you do. I’ve only ever met one other person like that.”

The Ghost smiled underneath her mask. “That’s a compliment, I hope.”

“Not exactly. Because you don’t work for us.”

“That’s true. But I haven’t done anything risky for the country.”

“Yet. No guarantee you won’t in the next few years,” Fitzroy replied, his fingers drumming on the chair. “There’s always a deal good enough, at some point in time.”

“What’re you suggesting, sir?”

Fitzroy paused, but his fingers kept drumming.

“You’re still here, alive and well only because you saved my niece from Basset. You nearly died in that process, and it would be wrong of me to not acknowledge that.”

He folded his arms over his chest, giving Atlas a plain gaze.

“But that doesn’t mean,” he ominously continued, “That you aren’t a potential threat to the safety of our nation.”

“Fair point.”

“We will be keeping tabs on you. I’m doing you a favour by warning you that if you let a single toe go out of line, you will be eliminated. Is that clear?”

Atlas looked up at the man and nodded. “Crystal.”

SPRINGFIELD, MISSOURI, 2021

The cellphone on the standalone started to ferociously ring, disrupting Atlas’ deep sleep.

Disgruntled, the woman tossed in her bed so she could reach the damned thing and connected the call.

“Ghostie!” A voice greeted. “Remember me?”

Oh, great.

“Lloyd.” Atlas closed her eyes with a frustration only few could understand. Not everyone received a call from a sociopathic torturer at seven in the morning.

“You don’t sound happy to hear from me.”

“What’d you expect?”

Lloyd tched. “I thought we were friends, Ghostie.” “Look, could you just tell me why you called, for fuck’s sake?”

“I’ve sent you a little message.”

On cue, Atlas’ phone pinged, with a notification from an unknown number. There seemed to be images attached.

“What’s this?” she asked, hesitant to open it.

“A job. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

That could’ve meant anything, but considering Lloyd, it was probably a level 10 difficulty job involving bleeding fingers and lots of blood.

She opened the message, and saw a few pictures that were taking a minute to load. Then she saw a number that made her choke on absolutely nothing.

REWARD: $50,000,000

“What the hell is this, Hansen?” Atlas hissed, and Lloyd chuckled on the other side of the line.

“Pretty fucking amazing, isn’t it? All that money’s yours if you complete a simple task.”

“Which is?”

“You ever heard of Sierra Six, Ghost?”

Atlas frowned contemplatively. “Never had the pleasure of meeting him, but yes, I know who he is. It’s hard not to hear of him. ”

“That’s good, cause there’s a drive in his possession that we’d really like back, and you’re gonna have to get it. Maybe put a bullet in that Ken Doll’s skull on the way.”

“Firstly, odd comparison.,” Atlas said, rolling her eyes. “Secondly, who’s ‘we’? Doesn-”

“You don’t need to know that,” Lloyd cut in. “All you need to know is that you hit the jackpot if you get that drive.”

“Hold on, mate.”

The pictures had finally downloaded. They looked like low quality surveillance cam stills, and in those stills was a man Atlas instantly recognized.

Her breath hitched when she zoomed in on one of the videos and saw Court staring at her, before shooting down the camera.

He was the infamous Sierra Six?

Well. Shit.

“You’re… on your own, Lloyd,” she said, with no hesitation at all.

“…Come again?”

“I’m not doing this. I’m pretty sure you’ve got shit tons of other people looking for him. You’ll be fine without me.”

She could her Lloyd click his tongue, and sigh.

“That’s quite disappointing,” he said flatly.

“I can’t do anything about that.”

The call disconnected.

A sigh escaped Atlas’ lips when she kept the phone aside reburied her face into her pillow, her dark, short hair uncomfortably tickling her face.

That was a whopping amount of 50 million she’d just declined. There was a 90% chance that she could’ve gotten it, if Lloyd stayed as partial as he usually did with her and she performed to her best.

She could’ve done it. But she refused.

Why did she turn down such an offer?

“Because I’m scared,” she mumbled to herself in the pillow. “I don’t know if I can face him without losing focus again.”

As hard as it was to admit, it was the truth. It was unprofessional, but the truth.

It was as if she was being forced to encounter him again by whatever entity existed. To finish, to come full circle.

He hadn’t appeared in her life for ages, and suddenly she was seeing him twice in under a year. It didn’t make sense.

She could only hope it ended there.

… … …

In recent times, it had become clear that the CIA had stooped very low in order to get what they wanted, and that included recruiting the Lloyd Hansen, being cause of multiple shootouts and large scale tussles across the globe, destroying a monument, and possibly more that Atlas hadn’t heard of yet.

Her sources also told her that Lloyd was dead now, and she wanted to feel bad, but her days of working with that arsehole made it hard.

It seemed that now, as part of one of these terrible plans, Atlas had been called by them for some task she wasn’t aware of yet.

She was sitting in a dark but well-furnished room, at the moment, her knee bobbing in impatience as she waited for whoever was supposed to tell her why she was here.

Someone came in after a few minutes, someone with short blonde hair and a crisp suit that suited her well.

She was kind of hot, honestly.

“You’re the Ghost?” she asked, her face maintaining a stoic, slightly irritated expression.

“Correct. And you are?”

The lady didn’t respond. She glanced at the door as another man entered.

He looked like a solid prick, and with the way he settled in his chair with an unnecessarily smug demeanour, Atlas could tell that this bloke probably couldn’t keep a woman for longer than two days.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m assuming you called me here.”

“You assumed right. I’m Denny Carmichael.”

His eyes were focused on his hands.

“Do you know why you’re here, Ghost?”

Atlas shrugged. “Judging your recent massive blunder streak I assume I’m here because something went very wrong during your little escalation and now you want me to clean it up.”

Carmichael looked unamused.

“Clearly you’ve been doing this for a while, and that’s good. It tells me that you won't fuck up, and if you did, it would be entirely your fault.”

“How about you tell me what I’m doing first?”

Carmichael gestured to the lady agent standing behind him, and Atlas picked up that her name was Suzanne, who handed him a file that looked suspiciously empty.

“There’s a certain agent of ours who’s gone…rogue, and is to be considered a potential threat to the security of our nation,” Carmichael explained. “He’s extremely skilled, and funnily enough, until a few months ago, we didn’t know shit about him, except that he’s a fucking war machine.”

That sounded interesting. Half the people Atlas had dealt with with were generally not even worth being called a vending machine.

“He’s got a young girl with him, a girl related to someone in the CIA, and he’s holding her for ransom.” Suzanne seemed to react to this.

“Denny-?”

Carmichael waved a hand. “She needs to know this, Suzanne.”

Suzanne frowned, but stayed silent. Atlas pretended to ignore this interaction - she wasn’t entirely sure of its implications, so it was best not to speak yet.

“We want you to find out where they are, and bring them back to me. Both of them.”

“And what do you plan on doing to him?” Atlas asked.

Carmichael vaguely replied, “Whatever needs to be done.”

Carmichael finally tossed the file over to her across the desk. She flipped it open, and saw a page with a bare few details. She began to read them, running a finger over the text as she did, aand the finger ceased when she saw the two names written on the sheet.

SIERRA SIX  CLAIRE FITZROY

…What?

She hastily flipped to the second page, where she saw two pinned photos, the first one of Claire Fitzroy and Court conversing with each other on a street. Her eyes locked onto the girl’s cheerful, young face, and it struck a chord in her.

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, love, it’s going to be okay,” Atlas reassured, taking the trembling girl’s hands in her own.  “What’s your name?” 

The girl managed to stutter out, “C-Claire.”

“That’s such a pretty name.”

“Than-Thanks,” she whispered, her throat sounding tight and her lips quivering.

“Stay here, Claire, okay? I’ll come back and get you - just give me a minute.”

Claire nodded, but her hands were tightly clutching Atlas’.

She smiled and eased her hands away, before cocking her gun and stepping out of the little garden shed, ready for a good fucking fight.

“This girl’s the one being held for ransom?” Atlas asked, her tone flat and heavy.

“Correct. And her life’s in danger.”

Atlas glanced at Court’s face. She didn’t want to believe what Carmichael was saying. It didn’t seem possible for someone like him to do something like this.

But then again, people changed.

“I’ll give you 25 million dollars if you do this right,” Carmichael offered. Atlas couldn’t help but scoff.

“25? Your friend Lloyd offered 50 million for one man.”

“And look where it got him,” Carmichael sneered. Atlas noted how he didn’t question that she knew of their connections. Fair enough.

“What if I say no, Carmichael?” Atlas said. The man shuffled comfortably in his chair and she already knew the answer. This wasn’t her first offer.

“You know my name, Ghost. You know what I look like. You know Suzanne now. You know what we’re doing.”

Carmichael leaned forward, smiling. “You can’t.”

Atlas sighed, scratching the side of her head. “Am I the only one who’s been set on his tail?”

“Obviously not. well, not yet. Soon enough.”

Atlas took a moment, then closed the file and slid it across back to him.

“Fine.”

“Great.”

15 minutes later, she was being escorted out of the building with two agents on her side, her mind unusually blank - probably the result of extreme confusion and difficulty processing that she had to face an old connection, something she had never wanted to happen.

Fucking Court. War machine, was it?

Last time she’d seen him, he couldn’t even say goodbye right.

Hah, wait, that was wrong - she’d seen him even after that, hadn’t she? That’s where this fucking mess started.

As they walked down the corridor, another agent with a short black bob came heading, apparently absorbed in her own thoughts, unaware of her surroundings, because despite the two agents’ warnings, she bumped right into them.

Something small and heavy fell into Atlas’ pocket, and the woman left just like that, walking away behind them.

She didn’t react, not until she was safely taken back to her hotel room, and she took out the object that turned out to be a little burner phone.

She flipped it open and the small screen lit up, and as she turned it over in her hand, the phone vibrated, signalling a new message.

It was a bit of a risk to interact in any way, but her curiosity got to her - besides, this lady was in the CIA building, so that meant she was mostly safe.

She opened the message, and she was rather piqued when she saw the text.

9:00 pm. Outside, behind your hotel. You will regret not coming.

“Well, isn’t that polite,” Atlas muttered to herself, almost smirking.

Well, then.

9pm behind the hotel it was.

…

The night air was cold, biting and suddenly very ominous. Or maybe that was just for Atlas, who stood by the side of the hotel’s backdoor, clad in nothing but her cotton shirt, shorts and a thin red jacket she bought for 45 dollars, having no idea what to expect.

Her hair was blowing in her face, annoyingly disturbing her curls.

it was 8:59pm.

“I see you’ve received my message.”

Atlas would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t literally jump in her spot, but she managed to calm down by the time the sillhouette that had just addressed her got close enough.

In the dim moonlight, she could see that it was the same woman that gave her the phone. She was a proper 4 inches taller than herself, and that pissed her off, but just a little. It wasn’t entirely her fault she was just five feet tall. She also had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“Hello,” Atlas said unsurely. Her hand was cautiously clamped on the stock of the gun in her back pocket.

“Leave them alone,” the woman said. “Or help me keep them safe. Choose one.”

“I’m - I’m sorry, what?” Atlas said. She wasn’t picking up on the context. “Could you use more words?”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t do well with mysterious spy talk, because the mysterious part is more like absolutely blank to me. Elaborate, will you?” she asked, and she could see the other woman look visibly taken aback at what she said.

“Six and Claire,” she snapped.

“Oh, oh, right.”

And then Atlas laughed, because what the hell.

“I’m sort of in the dark here, yeah?” she said, frowning. “I don’t know who the hell you are, why you’ve called me here, or what the fuck you mean by giving me those two options. Or why I should listen to anything you’re saying right now.”

The woman aggresively cocked her gun and pressed it into Atlas’ sternum faster that she could react, and she could feel her breath against her face as she growled, “If you don’t listen to me, Ghost, I will make sure you end up in the gutter right outside this place, bleeding out and very injured.”

If that wasn’t the hottest thing that had ever happened to her.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” she said, raising her hands in the air as if in defeat. It was the only thing she could think of at that moment. “Maybe I can get your name? Instead of calling you ‘Cute Girl’ everytime in my head, and then you can take it from there and explain things a bit?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“I know that Carmichael put you up to finding Six and Claire’s whereabouts and bringing them back under his custody,” she said lowly, “And I also know that he told you Claire was being held for ransom.”

“Yeah, I mean - that’s all correct.”

“No. The second part of it is bullshit.” The woman looked like she couldve pushed the gun straight through Atlas’ flesh. “Carmichael lied.”

“Oh?”

In all honesty, that sounded believable. He looked like he lied on a daily basis. It irked her, but she wasn’t surprised.

“But wait, so-“ she took a second, processing what Cute Girl had just said.

“You’re saying Claire isn’t being held for ransom? Then why the fuck is she with him?”

Cute Girl stared intensely at her, before slowly replying, “He’s all she has.”

Oh. That was a…solid sentiment. And it most certainly wasn’t a lie.

“Carmichael wants them captured and under his control, possibly even killed. That way he doesn’t have to ever worry about them,” she said, and it was clear she hated this guy as she spat, “he’s a fucking psychopath and a puppet, and I can’t let him lay a single finger on either of them. That means I will not hesitate to put you down if you listen to him and step where you shouldn’t.”

“Right.”

Now. This changed things.

Clearly, Court wasn’t a bad guy after all, he and Claire were in danger from Carmichael, and this woman here had deep connections with them, connections enough that she was willing to double cross for them.

Fact was, Atlas completely understood that.

“What do you want me to do?” she questioned, her tone no longer joking. The woman picked up on it, and the gun withdrew by an inch.

“I’m giving you two options - you can take the hush money and leave them alone, or you start working for me, and you keep them away from Carmichael’s eyes.”

Atlas smiled. “I have a feeling you’ve already picked the option for me.”

The woman gave her a stare that confirmed her statement.

“It’s the second one, isn’t it?”

“…Yes.”

“I don’t have any problem with that, frankly,” Atlas said, as she softly pushed away the gun from her ribs, “Because I know them both, and I’m entirely willing to help them. And because Carmichael is a fucking dick for lying to me,” she added.

The woman paused, looking Atlas up and down, then kept her gun away.

“I’m Dani Miranda,” she said.

“That’s nice.”

Dani dropped the bag in front of her, and said, “That has 15 mil. Do what I tell you correctly, and I’ll give you the other 15.”

Atlas didn’t try to hide the surprise on her face.

“What, really?”

“Yes. But step out of line even once, and I swear, I will kill you.”

Atlas nodded. “Yeah, ‘course. Got it.”

“What if I need to communicate, thought?” she asked.

“It’ll only be from my side. I’ll contact you when I need to.”

With that, Dani left, as mysterious as ever.

Atlas stood, a little baffled, as she glanced at the bag on the floor.

[kakusu-shipping]

omg i hope you don't mind i'm mhabrained today and i wanted to draw some self inserts so i drew mine, @echoes-lighthouse's, and urs hanging out ^_^!!!!

i'm so very curious about your mha self insert ... if you wanna share i'd love to hear what his deal is!!!!!

First of all this dynamic is amazing an accurate I am BEGGING you not to break anything. Tired Dad Energy my beloved <3

Second HOLY SHIT I went looking for my about post on this S/I and the most recent one was from 2021. I haven't watched the show in forever but when I do finally go back I need to color those sketches I made of their updated designs and make an about for them because Jesus Christ. I can't keep sending people to a 3 year old post.

Seeing those two posts side by side though does make me feel great about my art though. Three years. Damn.

ANYWAY, I'll give you the quick rundown

This S/I is my League of Villains self insert, he's Sir Nighteye's twin brother, legal husband of AFO, and Father to Tomura Shigiraki along with the rest of the League.

My Self-Ship with AFO is the only Self Ship I have that's completely non-romantic. Normally there's affection on at least one side, but here AFO is just using me, and I'm just going along with it to stay alive. No love here. I also self ship with Mr. Compress and Twice with this S/I during a little imaginary intrum after the Meta Liberation Arc where everyone's just crashed together at ReDestro's place.

His Quirk doesn't have a name cause the old name I had for it is dumb, but it's basically the opposite of Nighteye's quirk; He sees a person's past upon making contact with him. The difference while he doesn't have the once a day limit like Nighteye, he needs to be in direct contact with the person who's past he's looking into in order to keep seeing their past. The longer he stays in contact, the farther back he can see.

He sort of has the energy of a used car salesman when dealing with anyone outside of the League. He's overly friendly and unassuming. With the League he's very momcore, a bit overbearing and a big worrier, but overall chill mostly just doing basic chores like laundry and what not. Outside of both those scenarios he's Stoic, blank expression and calm demeanor, like his brother that's his default, he just puts on a very good act.

That's like. All the quick basic stuff kdjgkf Thought the post ended up kind of long

Thanks for the ask!!!! And the drawing!!! It's really good!!!

[crazy56u]

Guess who has two thumbs and only barely got out of bed in time to do this?

"Previously on Quantum Leap: Remember that relationship bullshit?"

And Ben winds up in Yellow Filter Egypt.

And Ben does the smart thing and immediately finds a wallet.

"You see that pyramid? That's how you know we filmed on location."

How much do you want to bet they didn't cut anything, and Raymond Lee actually did walk until the sun started going down?

"1961. You want an actual date. Fuck you."

There's a different world where that man slightly raising his newspaper was supposed to mean he wanted Ben to fuck off.

"When are we meeting?" "1PM" ...yeah, you're kinda late, there...

Ben, you've technically been a spy at least three times by now (fourth if you count undercover cops).

And cut to the life Ben should be living, just to tighten the screws.

And of course Tommy's about to propose. How much do you wanna bet that's getting flushed too?

Ian, you know damn well what she means by "a ring", don't be coy.

"You've never leapt out of the country before. It took Sam four seasons to get to Egypt."

Addison, not for nothing, but leaping is technically the same as espionage, given how you described it.

Yes, keep loudly talking to ghosts in the middle of the trailing mission, that never ends poorly.

["That's right, you sit there for a minute, and you think about how you fucked up, son."]

You got bluffed by a Zippo, Ben, you are bad at this.

Yeah, I'm willing to bet we ain't leaving Egypt this leap, ma'am...

"The traitor from your embassy." ...not to get conspiracy theory-y, but given how Ben's waitress friend returns this episode...

"Nomad's a myth." Confirmed. [Inside joke.]

I swear to God, I keep thinking this guy is played by Christian Slater, even though he isn't.

Sir, that was a shitty-ass fake sneeze, you better hope no one actually noticed that.

"Ben, you're gonna get fucking killed if you fuck up today. Pep talk over."

Annnnnnnd der she is! Not having aged a day since 1947!

[Seriously, I'm still on the "Hannah is a secret leaper" camp, this is the third episode where she got involved on a leap where Ben was some form of government agent doing some form of government agent shit, there's a connection here...]

[If there's nazis in Egypt this time, I swear to God...]

"I waited a long time to see you." ...it's been six years, though. Last time, it took you 8.

"How do you feel?" "Alive. Waiting for renewal."

Ben, I'm willing to bet Hannah is the reason you're here, and not to get conspiracy theory-y, I think we both know what I mean by that...

"...Hannah, my hologram-ex just indirectly gave us the okay to pretend to be married this leap, you in?"

"Darling, are you enjoying our honeymoon, which we are both on?" "Yes, we are definitely married and on our Egypt honeymoon, this is natural conversation."

Well, Ben, maybe you can slip in the backdoor and undo your fuckup...

Ben continues to suck at Metal Gear Solid, so in comes Suddenly Southern Hannah.

I am actually fucking impressed that this gong show worked.

"Okay, kid, you scored." That terminology existed in 1961?

Hannah, there's 34 minutes left, unless this is a multi-leap episode, you ain't done.

"I told you to photograph the meeting. You sent in a Southern woman, and slipped me a recorder. How did you fuck this up?"

...well, ma'am, to be fair, Ben kinda sucks at this spy shit...

I love how Addison left after Hannah's sales pitch.

Oh, that's because Addison's heart broke, I don't wanna laugh, but dear God, this makes me want to so bad...

Imagine if they decided to hard cut from Ben and Hannah kissing to Addison sobbing in the break room, dear God, this plot twist is so damn funny, I'm trying to not be like this, but dear God...

"No, Ben, you are the nomad." And then, Ben was a zombie- wait.

And cut to Addison getting drunk in Magic's office.

"Be true to your present, Addison." It will be doubly funny if it turns out my theory about them undoing the time skip is still in the cards...

...why does this double-break up feel like Addison telling Ben she quits?

"Like I said, she's a pro." "She's gonna make it." Annnnnnnd three... ...two... ...one...

Ben, time to make like a tree, and get the fuck out of here.

"Look, while you were off having a romantic subplot with that Hannah lady, I had to do my goddamn job, even if that meant blowing Layla's cover!"

Oh, don't fucking tell me we're having Layla be killed offscreen, that's dirty fucking pool, episode...

"Annnd... Fade to black. Whelp, that was a sad way to end it, but hey, maybe people won't mind-" "Frank, there's still 20 minutes left in the episode." "But, I- we- where the fuck do we go after killing Layla?!"

"Maybe this is why we kept crossing paths; sooner or later, I was gonna fuck up big time..."

[And it is around this point I am reminded of them discussing the grandfather paradox during the trailer for this entire {chunk of the} season...]

Addison, don't act like the solution isn't having someone leap into Layla to fix this...

...

...I swear to God...

...

...okay, I am actually annoyed, you don't make us think Layla died offscreen, only to pull the "Just foolin'" card, THAT is dirty fucking pool

Oh, hey, they remembered Ben got a phone number at the start...

And so we have a chase scene in a mosque. But at least the bad guys know to take their shoes off.

And so Ben knocks out that Bill Burr looking motherfucker.

...Ben, you are so close to doing the full Kyle Reese, just say the line properly...

Plot twist, Layla was secretly Hannah, was a shock!

Yeah, get fucked Bill Burr, say bye bye to your car!

"Look, we're sorry about lying about Layla getting killed offscreen, how about we have her drive off into the sunset instead, we good?"

Hannah, call me totally nutty, but I think you'll see Ben again this season.

"I spent more than two dozen leaps looking backwards. From now on, I look forwards" Translation: #RenewThisShowForSeason3.

"So, Ben almost fucked up the leap, but turns out he didn't, that's wanna see me propose?"

...goddamn, this is a plot-twist heavy episode.

["Whelp, we ran out of pre-strike episodes! See ya next year!"]

And to think, I almost missed this one.

[feuqueerfire]

Never Let Me Go Ep 7 Live Blogging

Watching this during the break between my lectures. Also I finished watching Strangers From Hell yesterday and I'm still kinda in that mindset, so hopefully this will keep my attention

Just kidding, Part 2 has no subs + they're pillowfighting on the bed in part 1, so I feel awkward watching it in public. Will watch after I get home - now to reblog Strangers From Hell gifsets instead heh

Episode 7: Good Fortune

Part 1

oof pillow fight in bed, can't watch this in uni esp from where I'm sitting

ah fuck i knew someone was gonna see them looming over in bed. at least Palm's mom didn't make it a bib deal

David's gonna proposeeeee

Palm orchestrating a romantic moment with the dirty cheeks - it's giving me War from YinWar flashbacks

damn not Phum also being like hmm you're a good guy, huh but apparently you blamed Nueng for initiating the kiss - he and the viewers have some stuff in common ig

the endless school fighting when it comes to Phum

damn Ben reflecting on his shortcomings that he denied his involvement because he was a coward and selfish; not as brave as Nueng, which he was impressed by. Interesting self-examination because honestly they're pretty rare in BLs

Ben and Chopper convo - I hope Chopper's not the one who released the photos please - I wonder how much Ben knows about

Nueng's really caught up on the fact that Palm brought him to this romantic ass beach that: the server's boyfriend took her on a date, is perfect for proposing, Palm thinks is romantic.

aww proposal

it's good for Nueng and Palm to get to see these happy gay adults in love and thriving

Part 2

oh good there's eng subs now

i'm gonna lose my fucking head it's gonna start rolling palm is giving nueng a foot massage/wash like their power dynamics already goes so hard but this is actually about to send me to an early grave

Palm has been sooo smiley this episode and probably also last episode since getting here

100 baht per day from 500 baht/hour expectations lmfao

plsss quitting after half a day is killing me. things i should've done at my last internship

Nueng straight up asking Palm if he's included in the people Palm loves. ahh them shouting "Please keep Khun Nueng safe" and "{lease keep Palm safe" and "Please keep us safe"

rip both of them getting bad predictions

the reason Palm's father and he owe this family is because they paid for Palm's surgery and "Gave them new lives" but is this new life just for their benefit? no sir you can't lose your life for them.

so true you tell him Nueng that nobody's the owner of his life (did Maggie previously say this too?)

Part 3

so Tanya's still alive as expected, but in critical condition

so did Chopper's father kind of admit that he called the hit on Tanya? or is he somehow a red herring cuz we're getting hints too early?

lmfao they're getting married a day after proposal

So it wasn't chopper who released the photos but Phum paid Palm's basketball friend to do it?

Palm's mom taking a chance again at this gay wedding to ask Palm what's between him and Nueng - "Are you having an interclass romance between a boss and his servant?"

Palm's mom reads him so hard "I can see it from Chiang Mai!" and then asking him if they've kissed

oh now she's talking about why she left his dad and Palm

interesting that she brought up her husband stifling her with his love, wonder if Palm will take something from@that

girl why's Palm smiling like that, does this dumbass already love Nueng?

Part 4

everybody loves this part, i'll watch it at one watch through maybe? it's taking me 3 hours to watch this ep cuz I'm distracted

ahh boyfriends while on the island, I'm assuming we're gonna get some more sadness when they get off the island

kiss ahh

ah fuck palm's father arrested

Got spoiled on before watching:

just a few moments from preview of last ep and a few screenshots on twitter but nothing much

just kidding i went to check the on-air thread for which pars have subs and apparently they're boyfriends in part 4 and have a good kiss

Overall Thoughts:

Thankfully we got to see more of what's going on with people outside of Nueng and Palm's bubble and it's all going to shit while Nueng and Palm are being cute and giggly lol

Thoroughly enjoyed the ep, and stood against my mild obsession with Strangers From Hell.

Fave Scene:

The kiss scene probably? Or is it the pillow fight? Or maybe Palm washing Nueng's feet

Posts I made

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Most viewers that I saw per part during the premiere:

1: 17k || idk after that and also there may have been missing subs for at least part 2

12 hours later 

14 hours later actually

Part 1: 641k || 2: 538k || 3: 423k || 4: 462k

Avg: 516k

Views Tracking (just because I’m curious): 

6 days later bc last time was a day late

Ep 1 - 1: 2.074M (+103k) || Avg: 1.322M (+61k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 2 - 1: 1.328k (+56k) || Avg: 1.066M (+49k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 3 - 1: 1.133M (+53k) || Avg: 985k (+50k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 4 - 1: 1.365M (+64k) || Avg: 1.056M (+58k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 5 - 1: 1.175M (+102k) || Avg: 1.024M || Max Part: 1 (also part 3 with kiss has 1.143M)

Ep 6 - 1: 1.219M || Avg: 953k || Max Part: 1

[madefate]

The one thing that Charlie must cling onto at all costs is her hope.

And the only reason she knows that is that now, in this singular moment, she feels it starting to unravel.

She hadn't realized just how much of her was made of hope. She's been lucky until now, hasn't she ? In the shadow of her father's absence, her mother's demands and then disappearance, in the wake of the destruction of Pride every single year, there has always been light. There has been Vaggie at her back, helping her to stand when her legs felt too weak. There was even her father, coming back - his heart and his mind changing.

Where else can she go for the answers she's been seeking for a lifetime ? Who else holds more power than God himself ?

And now she's realizing that, perhaps, her crime was simply too great to be heard anymore. Hell had never felt like a punishment for her, no matter how much her father had claimed that it was, in fact, exactly that for the sinners who found themselves here. Charlie's hands are shaking, her throat aching, and all she wants to do is scream.

Just listen to me, damn it !

She can't comprehend the sheer magnitude of God - her grandfather, for all intents and purposes. When her father didn't listen, it was an annoyed frustration - he was kind in his deflections, funny in an infuriating way. Human, for lack of a better word. Now ? Charlie doesn't know what God is thinking - she can't read his face, can barely summon the strength to look at it.

Even his explanation leaves her dizzy, bites into the grief shredding her alive.

❝ I - ❞ Fury and fear mingle in her tears. ❝ I want to understand, but I don't. I'm not afraid of conflict - I'll do what I need to, to save the people who need me. But this - if redemption is part of the universe, where is it ? ❞ Her voice cracks. ❝ Because all I've ever known is the screams of people dying again, even as they already pay for their sins! I've watched people I love learn to love each other - learn how to put others first, and fight for each other. I've watched people die for their love of others ! ❞ Charlie chokes on Sir Pentious' name, swallowing it back - keeping it safe, like some precious thing.

❝ Please, please - if we're family - I can't do this alone. I've tried. If I'm beyond saving - then for them. For my father. For whoever can still be helped. ❞

He ought to rip her apart at the seams for that alone.

the loss of adam was a grievous injury that had caused His return alone. though not an angel or archangel, adams loss was still felt from universes away. the exterminations, though, to hear that he fell because of his own hubris, was ... (like lucifer before him, the pain aches the same.)

it drives how God imagines a knife would.

He did not know what flesh and blood felt like, the Machine whirrs with every cog placed within, stardust and iron alike work to keep Him alive, He reckons. though the day He does reckon will be coming on soon enough, if miss morningstar keeps up with her fathers reputation.

how long had He been chasing the shadow of His granddaughter, who has eternally evaded His gaze by prospect of her mother and father? lucifer, God knows this for a fact, hid her from Him out of malevolence. did not want God to meet more of His family, did not want God's gracious influence spread over the princess of hell. she was hellborn, a contradiction that walked with two legs and two arms. (He thinks about that blonde head unspooling, thinks about cracking it like an egg and seeing if there were brains or stardust inside her skull. it would answer a lot of His questions.)

❝ you killed my first man. ❞ a repetition of His former grievous error. nobody on this great, green and withering planet had the audacity to interfere with God's favourite things. nobody, except for her.

if only He had heard her hands thumping against the doors, against the gates, against walls and glass ceilings. if He had seen it since she was in the cradle, maybe He could have helped. maybe she would be wreathed in starlight and the frail cosmos, rather than wrought in hellfire and brimstone. God has only Himself to blame for that.

adam was too much like Him. nobody would ever utter that fact into the atmosphere, but it was true, and it was glaring, and it was brutal. but adam was just like Him, in a way. cut from the cloth of God, buried in the earth and from it sprouted flesh and blood. He would be so lucky, to have some of that for Himself.

❝ redemption was woven into the foundations of heaven because i care. galaxies expand and die because i care. your father -- was cast out, because i care. do you see? do you see a pattern of damnation? we are family, girl. i am your fathers Father. he wears my face. the conflict of heaven and hell was always written in your bones. it was a story written before there was a story to write. ❞

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[kpop---scenarios]

Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: None Yet

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: If you would like to be tagged, let me know!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious. 

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy. 

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't." 

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones. 

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm. 

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this." 

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists. 

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game. 

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room. 

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff." 

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house. 

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen. 

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came. 

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink. 

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you. 

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask. 

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?" 

"Y/N." 

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?" 

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask. 

"His boys?" He answered. 

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka. 

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks. 

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit." 

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him. 

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?" 

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug. 

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says. 

** 

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you. 

**

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet. 

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool. 

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him. 

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game. 

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man. 

**

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did.  You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you. 

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden. 

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass. 

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you. 

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck. 

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses. 

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation. 

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good. 

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door. 

"I can walk." You object. 

"I know." He says, his face stone cold. 

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know. 

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car. 

"And you're very cold." You say. 

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car. 

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky. 

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window. 

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck. 

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night. 

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there. 

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say. 

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance. 

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room. 

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings. 

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so. 

"Hello?" You answer. 

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says. 

"I know who it is." You sigh. 

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background. 

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell. 

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains. 

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you. 

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone. 

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive. 

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it. 

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker. 

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit. 

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back. 

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says. 

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again. 

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace. 

**

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips. 

"Who are you?" One of them asks. 

"Y/N." You whisper. 

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?" 

[michu-writes]

🐉 You want Paul and Patrick? You got it, Poly Paul and Patrick with a newbie s/o who just joined the army for their powerful abilities and just for that reason, Tord assigned his best man to help the newbie get around and just to take care of them. Love you! <3

A/N: THIS MIGHT BE KINDA SHITTY AT FIRST BECAUSE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A HEADCANON, BUT I ACCIDENTALLY MADE IT A WHOLE ASS FIC SO IM SORRY!!! I hope you enjoy it though, I had so much writing this lmao

Okay let's just say that Tord brought you in when he met you outside a bar. You were both smoking (unless you don't smoke-) and Tord was just- drunk I guess. He didn't realize how strong you were, like you seemed just like a normal weak looking person to him, and so, he started to tease you and talk you down. You became very mad and couldn't handle it anymore so you pinned him into the wall by the collar of his red hoodie, catching him off guard, and literally defenseless.

"Helvete! You're a strong one, didn't expect that." The Norwegian chuckled.

"What did you really expect? You're just like all the others in this damned town."

He smirked at you, you could tell there was something going on inside that tiny little brain of his. You gave him a look of confusion.

"Say, why don't you join my army? The red army. We could really use your help." He exclaimed, still holding that smirk.

"The red army? Whyy the hell would I join an army who've killed millions and trillions of innocent people?"

"Because I am powerful. Just by the look of you and your personality, I already know every little secret about you. My two most trusted soldiers could hunt you and your family down, so you better think twice about this."

"Who... Who the hell are you? Don't tell me you're..." You let go of his collar, stepping back a bit.

"My name is Tord. I am the red leader. Are you in, or not?"

"I..." You hesitated to think a bit longer about it, and quickly made up your mind. "Fine."

"Great! I'm looking forward in working with you, (y/n) (l/n)."

And now, you were finally working with a sketchy looking Norwegian guy you met at a bar. Hell, how did he even know your name? How nice. He is apparently the leader of the army, you thought it was a joke at first. You shrugged it off, as if it was completely normal. You didn't really have anything better to do, and if you were to die there, at least it wasn't anywhere else where you would just lay down and feel miserable. You didn't wanna panic and get killed right here and there.

Well anyways, a few days have passed after the incident. Tord- the red leader told you to meet up in an unknown location, and you were not allowed to bring anyone else or else you'd get killed. Guessing it was the base, when you finally arrived, and you were greeted by two tall men dressed in blue uniforms and red turtlenecks, holding a gun, keeping the base secured as much as possible just incase they get invaded or anything happens. You could see the certain man you met at the bar from the distance.

"Who's that, boss?" The one with the big eyebrows asked, keeping his guard up.

"It's our newest member. Show them around here and how this new 'job' works, but feel free to shoot them if they try anything funny. I'm going to my office, so do not mess around, got that?" He said strictly and started walking down the stairs to a secret room as the two brunettes lowered their guns, "Yes, sir."

"You heard him. If you do anything dumb, you won't make it out of here alive like the others." The one with the open jacket warned for the second time.

"The others?"

"Yeah, boss has been looking for plenty of new soldiers in the past few months to get this army going. Sadly, they all just start to panic once they've seen the whole thing, so we have no other choice but to be execute them before they go off to tell someone else about this. Anyways, the name is Paul, and this is Patryk. You'll be working with us for as long as you're alive, newbie"

"It's (y/n). (Y/n) (l/n)"

".....(Y/n). Let's show you around and tell you how this place works." Paul exclaimed seriously as he huffed out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette.

Btw all this is like, almost not canon because we barely, if ever, got to see anything behind the red army and shit so this is just a headcanon.

You noticed how there was so little members of the army, you understood why they were in need for more. But you were confused. Why you? Do they just except any kind of people? I mean, this whole army is dedicated to possibly take over the world one day, and therefore they need well trained and strong members. You didn't wanna get your head blown up either, so you just kept your mouth shut.

"Good job, you've managed to keep your mouth shut and actually listen to what we've been saying!" Patryk congratulated you sarcastically as if anyone else weren't able to. You couldn't blame them though, a secret army that's meant to commit world domination somehow? That is pretty sick.

"Thank you?" You said, trying to move your arms a little, but forgot they have tied your wrists together just incase you'd try to run away. How uncomfortable and unnecessary is that?

"So now to the fun part. It's time to test your fighting skills. There's a training lounge just by the corner. You're not allowed to use any of our weapons yet though, unless you do pass the test. First off, you'll be fighting Pat. If you make it through him, then we'll switch to me. And if you're lucky enough to survive that, you'll fight both of us, understand?"

"I'm just an ordinary person here in England who just happens to be lucky with my strength. There's no way in hell I'm able to win against you."

"Boss picked you for a reason. You might think you're not good enough in being a member here, but trust me, there's a lot more to it once you try. Boss just doesn't pick a random person on the street, you know?" Odd way to encourage someone, but you'll take it. You three finally arrived to the big lounge, no one seemed to be there. Pat was preparing himself and took off his blue coat as Paul pulled up a dagger to free you from the rope around your wrist. You sighed in relief, your hands are finally able to breathe.

"Hey, newbie, think fast!" Patryk threw a bunch of weapons and a gun towards you. You screamed in fear and quickly hovered your arms in front of your head and face to defend yourself until you felt wind blow before you. You looked up in confusion, wondering why the weapons haven't killed you yet.

"Pat. Next time just hand them over and try not get ourselves killed by the red leader." You smelled the same huff of smoke, which immediately made you realize Paul caught the blades and guns before they could get to you first. "Here, sorry about him. He can get a bit reckless sometimes." He handed you the weapons. You looked at him with aw, you could feel your cheeks heating up. You immediately came back to your senses and shook your head and grabbed the weapons.

"But- I don't know how to use them!" You protested as Paul lit his cigarette and stepped back to watch. "Trust me, you'll figure it out." You sighed and positioned yourself as you prayed to not die just yet.

'Alright (y/n). You can do this.'

A/N: I'm definitely making a part 2 btw. ALSO HOLY COW I DID NOT EXPECT THIS TO BE SO GOOD- I hope you liked it :D

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

After hearing this, Hiroshi leaves quickly with Eiji and their sensei Umeko while heading out. This was bad, even if she could tell the leader back at the Saima clan, she knew they were worried too. Most Saima clan members wishes the best for their people but when it comes to things like this, it was a worried problem.

When getting outside, Umeko stops to look at the two behind her. "You two head back home. I'm sure and hope in time they will find her. Still Hiroshi, you should have-"

"I know Sensei! I'm sorry! I should have said something as soon as she was gone the next few days. I thought she went on a mission..I really did." he said even if Eiji shook his head.

"You still should have told the hokage and now this happened. I understand your either trying to prove your point but it didn't work for you did it?" he said to Hiroshi who was nervous. "...I just hope Hanoka is alright and fighting where she is. Because if she didn't you know it won't be just Kaito going after you for it. Her twin brother and older sister won't be happy and their already upset finding out their sister is mission."

That was right, Kiyoshi Saima was Hanoka's twin sister while Miyuki Saima was the older sister of the two. Though, hearing the stories, those two were very protective of her like Kaito was. If they find out about this he might be dead. Looking scared, he only looks up.

"I.."

"Just go home you two. I'll see you later on in the morning." Umeko said dismissing them. The two did go home but she was deadly worried about her student.

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As Hiroshi was heading home he did pass Hanoka's house that was also messed up during the whole thing or after that night. He thought it was nothing but he saw it was destroyed. Looking scared, he really hopes she was alive.

~~~~~~~In a hidden unknown location~~~~~~~~

The area was somewhat peaceful and didn't seem to be heavily guarded. However, their was some hidden rouge ninjas hiding away. Even so, a few were keeping guard at a hidden cavern that leads down.

If one goes down deeper into this area, their was a faint light showing like something was going on. In that area, shows some giant huge spear floating up above some deep trench. The pulsing waves coming from it beats like a heart as it glows and dims. The over flow of Chakra was lingering here but their was a few ninja chanting while forming hand seals slowly at the same time.

One was watching this only for one to walk over to him. "What is it?"

"Sir, it seems the extraction is going flawless. So far, the chakra gathered from the other is still going. Even after the hours of draining her, it's still flowing out."

"Of course it is. The third born children from the Saima clan has unstable chakra but it's a lot more powerful then the others. Which explains the reason of extracting it. It's like a endless pool that never empties......it takes a while but we have been at this for a while or days now...." the one talking said, looking ahead.

"Even now, we might not get every drop of the chakra but we can always keep them as a backup battery. With this amount and the added chakra from the other third borns in the past we took..this is fine. Even now with all this chakra, I'm guess it seems like a lot." he looks to the spear but their was another thing above it. A darker spear that was storing even more Chakra but they were wrapped up around the other spear.

"However, even now she grows weaker and weaker while we are draining her and yet she still fights." He takes a step closer but reaches to touch the spear. Inside was Hanoka indeed but she was floating in the middle of the spear, her own Chakra spilling out like rivers. Her hair was flowing around her but it was like she was in a trance while the chakra was being taken.

"With her chakra, I can use it to bring my plans into use...and break the damn seal that holds the key of taking over this world."

"But what about her?"

"Tch, who cares about her. She won't be missed. The more chakra we take from her. The more her own gets weaker and weaker..." He looks to her but she was floating in the spear like she was in the water. "However, we can use that and her Yosogan to collect every bit in the areas. She'll drain this world and become nothing but a shell of herself.." he said. "It's only a matter of time.." he smiled then reaches into her pocket to take out something, it was Hanoka's dog tag necklace to hold it up.

||Hidden truth; forbidden lies||

~~Reserved Blank period/Naruto au with @kaito-akimoto ~~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE IS!?" One of the ninja speaks but sees that Hiroshi was looking down quiet while he was unsure why.

"I'm telling the truth here! I don't know what happened to her. I was just talking to her and she-"

"And you didn't follow or report her! You baka! You should have contacted me or the hokage!" he winces hearing the anger in their sensei's voice. However, she was worried. Eiji said nothing but he was worried.

"For the last time, what happened? Do you remember?" another ninja asked. However, he was trying to remember.

"I...."

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"For the last time Panda how come you won't date me! Your just being dumb." Hanoka looks to Hiroshi with arms crossed now annoyed but he was her teammate but he still was hardheaded.

"Listen Hiroshi, I told you once and I'll say it again. I'm not going to dump Kaito because your telling me to. You don't get it." she sighed but he only looks to her.

"But I'm better than him! I'm cooler and I'm better with the ladies. If you just listen to me I can be a better boyfriend for you!" he said but she glares.

"I am not doing it! I love Kaito and your not forcing me to change my mind. So just stop it already!" she said angry but turns to walk off. "And stop calling me panda!" she said now walking home.

"Panda wait! Ughhhhh women!" he said but grumbles to go home. However, three men was watching the Saima heading home but one glares at her.

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"I swear I don't know! I thought she was heading home honestly! I had no idea she would be......she.."

"Hiroshi, Hanoka Saima was kidnapped you idiot! I know we are in the blank period but I don't need ninjas missing. And she's been gone for weeks now! No one knows where she is!" the ninja said but sighed. "And thanks to you, I have to inform the ANBU about this-"

"NO!!"

"No!? What do you mean no!?"

"You don't understand, if you tell them then I'll get my ass kicked. Kaito don't know about this and he will kill me if he thinks I was the one that let her get kidnapped!" he said.

".....I have no choice Hiroshi. I already asked him and the others to show to help find her. They don't know the mission yet but they have to know.." the hokage said but he sees him scared with Eiji not saying a word. He did mess up but he should have said something. Followed by him holding something in his pocket. Yeah, he was dead.

[webofstories]

A Fool Like Me - Arvin Russell *Smut*

Summary: It's your first time since you wanted to save it for marriage and Arvin is ready to make it special for you.

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Note: who next?

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Warnings: fluff smut, praise, touching, oral (fem receiving), just vanilla

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Everyone who knew Arvin Russell knew he was rough around the edges. He was like a prickly rose, only to others, the rose blossom didn't exist. Arvin was extremely misunderstood and you hated it, but in this car, wearing white as you observed him driving in his suit, you knew you had the blossom.

"Well," Arvin chuckled, cheeks pink as his tongue grazed over his drying lips, "Guess yer' a Russell now."

You smiled.

"Yes sir, I am," you giggled, "Yer' wife, to be exact."

Arvin rolled his eyes, but he smiled. He smiled cause he knew he had you forever and you weren't going anywhere. That thought alone made him the happiest man alive.

"Our honeymoon is gon' be in that cabin we found during that roadtrip." Arvin spoke, "It's a rental now."

Your heart jumped and your eyes widened, happy as can be. You were overjoyed, you loved that cabin, you told Arvin countless times about how you wished to go there for your honeymoon but you didn't expect it.

Arvin looked over at you and smiled, seeing how happily his newly wed wife was. It sent a shiver to his heart.

"Thank you, Arvin!" You squealed, throwing your arms around his torso as he smiler, "Oh, thank you!"

His scent wrapped around you like a blanket, keeping you warm as your body pressed against his. Arvin put an arm around you and back on the wheel. He loved your body on his.

You knew what I meant to be married now. You were each other's forever- no leaving. No giving up and quiting, things were all together now. That means becoming even more.

You and Arvin have only had intimate make outs and a little bit of undressing, but when it got serious, Arvin always stopped it because he knew you wanted to wait until marriage. 3 years later and it's finally here, you just didn't know how Arvin felt.

It wasn't long until you pulled into the driveway of the cabin. It was beautiful, red rose petals surrounding your feet as Arvin gently swooped you off the ground and into his arms. You squealed and fell into giggles, hearing Arvin chuckle at your reaction. You love this man.

Once you two were through the threshold, your eyes went wide. Arvin was studying your face closely as you took in everything around you, rose petals as red as Arvin's cheeks scattered in a trail leading down the hall with candles lit everywhere. Fire hazard? Maybe... but you were stunned.

"Oh, Arv..." you whispered under your breath, looking around in awe. Arvin awaited your next words anxiously.

"It's absolutely beautiful," Is all you could manage saying, so starstruck from the surprise.

Arvin let out a sigh of relief, knowing the time he put into making this happen in hopes you'd like it. He smiled softly and placed a hand on your back, gently guiding you down the path of petals as you admired the twinkling candle lights.

As you rounded the hallway, you stepped into a bedroom, a gasp escaping your lips as you looked around.

There was a giant bed with rose petals and roses scattered all over it, candles on the bed side table illuminating the room. Your heart felt full as you blushed deeply, facing Arvin.

"It's alrigh' if yer not ready, sweetheart." He spoke softly, caressing your cheekbone, "I just-"

"I'm ready."

Arvin's eyes went wide, positioning his hands on your hips as he stood infront of you.

"Ya are?"

"Yes, for a while now, actually..." you whispered, pushing Arvin's hand towards the back of your dress.

Arvin took the hint and gently tugged the zipper, pulling it all the way down before the straps were loose on your shoulders. Arvin eyed you before pushing them off, watching as your dress pooled around your feet.

Arvin was lost in lust but mostly love. Admiring your body, he pulled you into him, kissing you softly.

"Yer so beautiful," he mumbles, "Damn angel is what ya are."

You felt your cheeks heat up from the compliments. You watched him unbutton his shirt and toss it on the floor, eyes never leaving yours. You were in nothing but your undergarments, Arvin too.

"Darlin'?"

"Yes?"

Arvin grabbed your bare hips and pulled you into his hard chest. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I love you," he whispers, "More than anythin'."

Your smile beamed up at him, shiney and bright. There was so much love in the room that it couldn't go unnoticed.

Arvin had two protective arms wrapped around you before gently pressing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately.

You made a soft quiet noise against his lips out of delight, telling Arvin he could continue. He suddenly pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist at you giggled. He walked over to the bed and gently laid you down on it before crawling over you, more laughter coming from you.

"Well ain't you just a giddy lil thing," Arvin chuckles, a smile on his face. You blushed, hiding your face in his neck.

Arvin's hands roamed your body a little, silently asking for permission everytime he touched a more daring spot. He knew you were subconscious and insecure but he made sure to put those thoughts to ease.

"Damn stunnin'."

"My pretty girl."

"My my... all mine?"

He had already slipped off the rest of your clothes, leaving him in only boxers too. You were beyond nervous and it showed, which made Arvin cautious.

"We ain't gotta do nothin'," he coos, pulling you into his lap, palming your thighs with locked eyes, "Ya know I'll never pressure ya-"

You cut him off with a bit of force as you smash your lips together. Arvin grunted, squeezing your thighs as he let out a soft moan against your lips. You wanted to show him you love him, not just to "fuck". You wanted to make love to Arvin.

"Please, Arvin, I want to." You spoke with a small smile, "I want you to make love to me."

Arvin searched your eyes for what felt like minutes. He was looking for something... hesitation, uncertainty, maybe even doubt. He found none, just as you expected.

You slowly slid your hands down his chest, lingering lower and lower, hoping to get something started. Arvin's eyes widened when he realized as he quickly grabbed your arms, flipping you over in a blink so he could hover over your naked body.

"Nah, hun," Arvin chuckled, kissing your neck lightly, making you let out a breath, "Tonight is about you,"

"Arv-"

"Hush now, let me focus on pleasin' my pretty lady." He smirked, making your down area tingle a bit. You bit your lip as you felt his lips kiss down your body.

Starting at your jaw, he made a line of soft, wet kisses to your neck, where he sucked on your sweet spot hard enough to leave a work of art there. He pulled back and observed the darkening hickey with a smile, glad to mark you.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbles before trailing kisses down to your breasts where he gently takes one in his hand and other softly in his mouth, slowly grazing his tongue over your sensitive bud.

"Ah," you moaned out, loving the way it felt.

"So good." he grunted, repeating his actions, "Love yer noise,"

You moaned again which only made him more eager. Gently trailing down your body with his lips, Arvin pushed your legs up and apart, leaving you to feel his hot breath on your core. You gasped, shocked at how good just his breath felt.

You looked down at his beautiful features and was surprised at how sexy the southern boy looked between your thighs, looking up at you for permission. All you could muster was a nod before closing your eyes and looking up.

The feeling of Arvin's wet tongue gliding between your soaked slit caused a high pitched moan to escape your lips. Your body felt estatic, breathing heavy already. You felt him lick you up again, making you moan once more.

Arvin grabbed your hips and pushed his face further into you, causing his tongue to graze your entrance.

"Ah- Arvin!" You moaned out, hands flying to grip his hair.

"Yer doin' so good, darlin'." Arvin spoke encouragingly before he continued to eat you out.

It was fantastic. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you struggled to catch your breath. You arched yourself against him, making him go deeper, erupting a soft moan to come out of you once more.

Right before you were about to cum, Arvin pulled away. Your core felt colder than ever as you frowned.

He positioned himself between you, face an inch from yours. His lips pressed against yours to create a soft, tender, loving kiss that had your body at ease. This love was only getting stronger.

"I'd do anythin' for you." Arvin whispers, staring into your eyes, "You know that."

You nodded, smiling at him as you cup his face in your hands.

"So, if ya wanna stop, that's fine," he whispered, "I'll wait."

"I'm ready now, Arv." You laughed to him, his worry in his face, "It's okay."

Arvin rolled his eyes but smiled, looking between your bodies before looking back at you. You were so close together, closer than ever before, and you loved it.

"I'm gonna go, alright?" Arvin mumbled, his southern accent seeping into his words, "It might hurt, but I opened ya up a little. Just tell me to stop and I will, always."

You nodded, smiling up at him and his support. In a slow, painful movement, Arvin pushed himself inside you.

You hissed loudly, face screwed in pain. Arvin bottomed out before stopping, eyes wide as he grew concerned.

"Are you alright?" He questioned frantically, almost pulling out but you stopped him.

"N-No, don't stop." You spoke, "Keep going."

Arvin looked hesitant, but did as you said. Slowly and hesitantly, he started thrusting gently, holding your hands in his. The pain you were feeling was hurtful in such a sensitive area, but you felt it fading away everytime Arvin pushed back into you.

"Keep going," you moaned out softly, urging Arvin to continue. His heart fluttered when he heard your moan, being less cautious and more loving with you.

His thrusts were slow and lingering, pulling out all the way before slowly pushing back in until he bottomed out inside you. Your moans and soft calls of Arvin's name filled the room as Arvin showed you how much he loved you.

"Ah- fuck." Arvin groaned into your neck, pausing for a moment. Even though he wasn't a virgin, he was feeling overwhelming pleasure from how tight you were.

"Are you okay?" Sweet Y/N asked, looking at her husband. He pulled his head away and smiled down at her,  kissing her softly.

"Yea," he spoke, "Just happy I found the love of my life."

You blushed and he continued his thrusts, making your stomach erupt into butterflies. You moaned out softly, breathing heavy despite the slow pace. But you loved it, you loved the love, the warmth, the feeling of home, all of it.

"I'm close, Arvin." You moaned out, gripping his hands tight.

"Me too, darlin'," he panted, "Just let it go."

And you did. Your vision blurred as your climax rolled over you, head to toe. Arvin pulled out of you and followed suit, a spew of soft curses leaving hid lips. You smiled at him, panting slightly.

Arvin fell down next to you on the bed, immediately hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. You winced, feeling tender from what you and Arvin just did.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, turning to face him.

"No, thank you." Arvin said with love in his eyes as he caresses your cheekbone with his thumb.

You looked at him in confusion.

"For what?"

Arvin sighs before pulling you to lay on top of him, both arms wrapped around your bare body as he covers you both with the white sheets.

"For marrying a fool like me."

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