#labyrinth escape au

[purelyhornyred]

Labyrinth Escape Au

Labyrinth Escape Au

A Ghost3, Bunni, and Parallel Au where Parallel is forced to escape a labyrinth that’s haunted by Ghost3 with the adorable Pepper as their guide.

[meowsticmarvels]

chat while we are at it im busy rn but would anyone care tk hear about my mcsm persona au. lol...........

[weather-mood]

Part of Your World Extended Metaphors:

Part of Your World + Labyrinth / Ariadne’s Thread

[plathfiles]

Felix catton x reader where oliver is being really weird towards reader and felix is protective

gah this sounds excellent! thank you for the request!

pairing: felix catton x fem!reader

warnings: spoilers!!! bit of an au, language and light nsfw, stalking, obsession. one use of y/n

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It was your first summer at Saltburn and you and Felix were attached at the hip.

Reading together by the poolside, you were curled up to his chest and reading the Harry Potter book that was passed around the entire group that summer. Felix had just finished it and now it was your turn.

Felix was reading a book that you had recommended to him — “The Secret History” by Donna Tart. Getting board with reading, you sat yourself up. A groan escaped Felix’s lips and you smiled. “Just going for a swim, care to join?” You asked, turning to him.

He seemed tempted, but he couldn’t put his book down. You just had that good of taste. “Maybe after I finish this chapter love,” he said. You nodded and made your way to the pool.

A moment later and out of thin air, Oliver appeared next to you. Oliver was quite jealous of the fact Felix had invited both of you to Saltburn. He wanted Felix to himself but Felix couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.

“I can see you both love each other very much,” Oliver says slowly and calculated. He turns his head to meet your gaze and there is a glimmer in his eyes.

“We do,” you confirm, a smile creeping onto your face. You blushed.

“I can hear you in the next room,” Oliver said, making his way towards you. “I see how he fucks you and how much control he has over you,” he said, getting only slightly closer.

You back away, looking at him with some confusion. ‘Why would he watch you and Felix?’

“Felix and I’s relationship is none of your business Oliver,” you retorted, snappily.

Before Oliver could respond, Felix cannonball’s into the pool. Swimming over to you, he slides his arms around your waist.

“What are you talking about?” Felix asked, a slight bit aggressive. Then Oliver replied. “Oh nothing, just my party,” he shrugged lying, swimming away from the both of you.

You let it be, too stunned to speak.

Later that night, you and Felix had snuck away after dinner. You two were in the labyrinth, Felix’s hands pulling at your waist. His lips trailing kisses down your neck leaving love bites and little marks as he went.

“Felix,” you giggled, his touch soft but still tickling.

“What?” He smiled teasingly, moving a hand to brush some hair from your face. You both made eye contact. Felix was much taller than yourself and you enjoyed how he towered over you. He brushed some hair from your face and leaned into kiss you.

But you backed away in fright, from the corner of your eyes you could see someone in the bushes.

Felix grew concerned, having never seen you like this.

“Whats wrong?” Felix asked.

You saw a figure near a hedge, the person looked small and angry. You looked back to Felix. “It’s Oliver,” you whispered, hoping he would believe you.

Felix saw your frightened eyes and got up from on top of you. “Oliver?” He shouted to the dark.

You saw now that no one was there.

Felix turned to you, “Are you okay? Because no one was there,” he said, concerned.

You shook your head, standing up. “No I’m not alright. I just saw Oliver watching us, right after he told me today that he stalks us,” you said, tears forming in your eyes.

“Do you not believe me?” You asked Felix.

Felix came up to you and embraced you in a soft hug. “I believe you,” he said. “He lied about his family. I’m not sure what to do.” Felix added.

“He lied about his family?” You asked, growing more concerned. “He’s a psychopath,” you said, pulling away from Felix.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” Felix said, protectively. “I’ll get mum to throw him out right after the party tomorrow night,” he said.

You nodded, “stay by my side,” you said. Felix took your hand and kissed your forehead, “I won’t let him near you.”

The next night at the party, you were dressed as a nymph. There was glitter in your hair and on your cheeks. You wore an old silky night gown, which Felix said he couldn’t wait to take off later.

Felix had kept his word and stayed next to you the whole night. Elsbeth and Sir James loved the look of you two, enjoying yourselves and having fun.

You didn’t see Oliver anywhere and wondered where he could be lurking.

Towards the end of the night, Felix wanted to get you back to his bedroom. On the way up the stairs, you ran into Oliver.

Felix went infront of you, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Not from this lying creep. “Go away Oliver,” he said strongly.

“I wanted to explain myself,” he said, sounding drunk.

“We don’t want your explanations,” Felix replied. “You lied to me and my family. And then you admitted to stalking me and y/n,” he said.

Oliver came closer, “I just wanted to be your friend. One of the group.” He said pathetically.

Felix went to move past Oliver, you following behind. As you went passed Oliver he tried to grab you and Felix turned to punch him in the face.

“Don’t touch her!” Felix yelled, causing some faces, including the Catton family and Farleigh to see.

Oliver in his drunken state missed a couple steps and fell. Not terribly injured he propped himself up. He was gone from Saltburn the following morning.

[ink-n-shadow]

angel!reader escapes demon!ghosts place and he goes on a whole manhunt please oh please

omg this would definitely take place a day or two after angel was taken down to the Underworld by demon!ghost. like before they get close

[ RUNAWAY ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where angel!reader tries to escape demon!ghost's palace

𝜗𝜚 pairing: broken angel!reader x demon!ghost 𝜗𝜚 cw: angel attempting to escape, demon!ghost chasing after angel, might be slight noncon? (minors—DNI), demon!ghost referring to you as a pet, unedited (as usual) 𝜗𝜚 link to all my works in the demon!ghost au can be found here

you should've known that a demon wasn't really going to help you. the amount of stories and fables you had been told since you were a baby fledgling should've been enough to tell you that demons couldn't be trusted.

and yet here you were, sitting in some swinging gold cage suspended up above what looked to be a seating area of a brooding castle with a still very broken wing. the panic is beginning to course through your veins, making your lungs seize up with each ragged breath you take.

you had to get out of here.

so the next time the demon lowers your cage down onto the floor, leaving the cage door unlocked as he digs through a box of putrid snacks for you to refuse to eat, you make your break for it.

your vision becomes a blur as you whirl through the expansive hallways of whatever palace you're being kept in, wings pulled tight against your body and legs pumping to carry you as quickly as they can.

the demon's following behind you at a leisurely pace, chuckling lowly as he calls out, "ya won't get very far, little fledgling."

and the demon is right. the palace is sprawling, multiple hallways and foyers of doors that seemingly lead nowhere. you're running in circles, tugging on locked handles and banging on windows that seemingly have no latches to even pull them open.

you eventually find a door to the outside world of Hell, scrambling across burnt ashy ground as you claw your way across what you can only hope is the front yard. until you find yourself running through an intricate labyrinth, shrubs of thorny rose bushes and hollyhocks forcing you to stay on a path you could only hope would lead to the exit.

your lungs are burning on Hell's air, eyes stinging from the ash and soot being kicked up by your quick feet. your wings are bristling, tucked close to your body as if to cocoon yourself away from the outside elements.

you don't even know how long you've been running circles in this labyrinth until the exhaustion suddenly catches up to you, limbs turning to molasses and your heaving breaths morphing into wallowing sobs and whimpers. you catch your collapsing body on a marbled statue in the middle of the labyrinth, choking on a sob as you slowly crumble into a pile of twitching muscles and ash.

when the demon eventually catches up to you, you're too burnt out to even try and fight against his clawed hands as he scoops you up into his arms with ease, wiping at the ash and soot slicking your sweaty skin. his fork tongue clicks against his teeth, mixing with a grumbled chuckle as he begins walking back through the labyrinth with practiced ease.

"tried to tell you, didn't i?" the demon murmurs softly, smoothing the unruly hairs in front of your eyes with the fat of his thumb. "ya won't get away from me—i caught you fair 'n fuckin' square. s'okay though, i'll take good care of ya. just might have to make you keep you leashed."

[sherewrytes]

Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

I'll re edit this when I'm better, in the mean time happy reading

Taglist: @topshotdivaa @prettypink-princesss @burpzz @niaizzy1623 @jcoleisbetter @msjaeger @hidd3nbimbo

Chapter 3: Trapsta

Eren POV

The days following that night on the bridge were marked by an aching tension, a gnawing restlessness that settled deep in my chest. I couldn’t shake her presence, the way she stood there with her chin raised, eyes brimming with defiance and something else—something she wasn’t ready to admit. It was as if her essence had seeped into my veins, an unrelenting current that refused to let go.

Every corner of the city whispered her name. The dim alleys where shadows stretched long into the night, the crowded bars where laughter and shouting overlapped like a deafening wave—even there, I couldn’t escape. My world had become a labyrinth where every path led back to her. Each step I took, every breath I drew, carried the ghost of her scent and the memory of her touch.

I found myself on that same bridge again, leaning against the cold metal railing, the wind biting at my skin. The night was deep and dark, the stars above obscured by the city’s light pollution. The silence was broken only by the distant hum of traffic, a lullaby to the restless. The city lights flickered on the river’s surface below, creating a distorted mirror that seemed to mock my turmoil.

“Back so soon?” Her voice sliced through the night like a blade, sharp and sure. I turned, a smirk playing at my lips as Y/n stepped out of the shadows, her figure outlined by the soft glow of a nearby streetlamp. She looked both fierce and fragile, like a flame that could either warm you or burn you alive.

“Could say the same for you,” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from her. There was something magnetic about her presence, something that made my pulse quicken and my carefully constructed walls start to crack. The air between us was electric, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

She folded her arms over her chest, a defensive move that did little to hide the vulnerability beneath. “What is this, Eren? Some kind of sick game?”

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. The scent of her perfume—soft, intoxicating—wrapped around me like a chain. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s the only thing that makes sense anymore.”

Her eyes narrowed, searching mine for an answer I couldn’t give. Silence fell between us, thick and suffocating, as we stood on the precipice of something we weren’t ready to name. The wind picked up, tangling her hair and sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re going to ruin everything,” she whispered, the words trembling as they left her lips. I saw the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed as if the confession itself had been painful.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek, and for a heartbeat, she didn’t pull away. The contact sparked something primal that sent a shiver down my arm. “Maybe,” I said, voice low and laced with something dangerous, “but maybe some things are meant to be ruined.”

A flicker of fear flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by defiance. She grabbed my wrist, her grip firm and unyielding, sending a shock through my system. Her touch was fire and ice, a paradox that left me breathless. “This has to stop, Eren. Whatever this is, it’s going to destroy us both.”

I leaned in, so close that our breaths mingled, the space between us shrinking to nothing. Her eyes locked onto mine, their wariness mingling with something deeper, something she tried to hide. “Then let it,” I whispered, my voice a challenge, a promise.

For a moment, the world stood still. The city around us, the chaos and noise—it all faded into the background. All that existed was her, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the fire in her eyes that matched the storm in my own. I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, daring me to push the boundaries, to see just how far we could fall.

Then, just as suddenly as the moment had come, she pushed me away, the spell broken. The sharp sting of rejection cut through me, and I felt the urge to pull her back, to hold on until she stopped fighting. My hands clenched at my sides, every muscle straining against the need to close the distance again.

“This isn’t over,” I said, more to myself than to her, my voice hoarse with unspent emotion.

She looked at me one last time, something unreadable flickering across her face before she turned and walked away into the night. The sound of her footsteps echoed long after she disappeared from view, a haunting reminder that the battle had only just begun. The darkness swallowed her, and I stood there, the taste of her defiance and fear lingering like smoke in the back of my throat.

I leaned back against the railing, eyes closing as the night wind stung my skin. My heart pounded with a ferocity that refused to be quelled. This was more than a game, more than an obsession—it was a descent, and neither of us was prepared for how deep it would go.

The morning light sliced through the half-open blinds, casting thin, golden stripes across the room cluttered with evidence of last night’s excess. The tang of cheap perfume and stale liquor hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid hint of smoke from cigarettes I barely remembered finishing. Annalise was sprawled across the sheets, limbs draped in a careless tangle, her blonde hair fanning out like a halo that mocked the sharp edge of her smirk. She was a means to an end, a temporary balm for an itch I needed to scratch, a way to drown out the nagging pull of Y/n’s absence.

A sharp knock at the door jolted me from my reverie, rattling through the haze of leftover adrenaline and exhaustion. Before I could react, the door swung open with a force that made the hinges groan, and Ony stormed in, eyes dark and deadly. He scanned the room, pausing on Annalise just long enough for his expression to harden into something venomous before snapping back to me, flames in his stare.

Annalise slid off the bed with a lazy stretch, a wicked grin spreading across her lips as she walked over to Ony. Her eyes glimmered with mischief as she reached out, brushing her hand over his chest, nails grazing his skin. “See you tonight, baby,” she purred, her voice a deliberate taunt before she sauntered out of the room, hips swaying with calculated arrogance. The door clicked shut behind her, and the silence followed was electric, the air between us crackling with unspoken threats.

Ony’s fists clenched at his sides, muscles coiling beneath his skin like taut wires ready to snap. His chest rose and fell with heavy, deliberate breaths. I leaned back against the headboard, letting a smirk curve my lips, the deflection coming as naturally as breathing.

“I thought this was about Anna,” I said, tilting my head with a mocking lift of my brow.

He rolled his eyes, the gesture sharp and dismissive. “No. She’s fucking Connie too,” he spat, voice dripping with disdain. The room fell into a momentary silence, a pause heavy enough to suffocate. Then, without warning, he surged forward, grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking me off the bed.

The floor rushed up to meet me, and I landed hard, the impact reverberating through my spine and knocking the breath from my lungs. Dazed, I barely had time to process before Ony was on me, his fist a blur as it connected with my jaw. The pain exploded, hot and electric, radiating through my skull. I laughed through the blood that seeped into my mouth, the metallic tang fueling the reckless defiance simmering in my veins.

“That all you got?” I taunted, wiping the blood from my split lip with the back of my hand. The sting sharpened my senses, cutting through the fog of pain and exhaustion. Ony’s eyes flashed with something primal, an emotion too raw and fierce to name. He yanked me up again, our faces inches apart, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

“You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was a low snarl, vibrating with barely controlled rage. “I know she’s been sneaking out to meet you. You’re going to get her killed, Eren.”

The words landed like a punch, heavier than any blow he’d thrown. For a moment, the room blurred at the edges, the implications sinking in, pressing down like a weight on my chest. But I couldn’t let him see that. Couldn’t let him think he had the upper hand.

“Better me than you,” I said, my voice cold, defiant. The smirk returned, a mask of indifference that belied the chaos inside me.

Ony’s eyes flared, and before I could brace myself, he slammed me against the wall, the plaster cracking under the force. The impact rattled my teeth, but I barely registered it before we were grappling, fists flying, the room dissolving into a blur of raw, unfiltered violence. Each punch, each shove, was a testament to the unspoken war between us—a fight not just for dominance, but for the fragile line that tethered Y/n to safety.

Breath came in ragged gasps, muscles aching, skin slick with sweat and blood. Ony’s knuckles connected with my ribs, sending a shockwave of pain that nearly buckled my knees. I retaliated with a strike to his jaw, the sharp crack echoing in the small room. His expression flickered with surprise before morphing into a snarl, and he tackled me, sending us both crashing onto the floor.

Pinned beneath his weight, the pressure on my chest made breathing a struggle. His eyes bored into mine, seething with rage and something else—something that looked a lot like fear. He gritted his teeth, fists still poised for another hit.

“Why do you not want me around Y/n?” I gasped, the question tumbling out before I could stop it.

Ony’s expression darkened further, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he held back words that seemed to scorch the back of his throat. Finally, he released me, shoving me back to his feet with a glare that promised this wasn’t over.

“You’re going to get her killed.” The echo of his words chased me long after he turned and left, the door slamming behind him like a final warning.

I glared at Ony, wiping the blood from my lip and smiling. “Maybe I love her, you don’t know.” His eyes widened, a flash of shock breaking through the mask of anger, and before I could react, he grabbed me by the shirt again and swung at me with another bone-jarring punch. I watch Ony storm out of my room and then my apartment. Ony slammed the door so hard it rattled the door frame. The sound echoed in the room, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence that sat heavy in the air. I blinked, staring at the spot where he’d just been, trying to process how the night had turned on its head so fast.

My jaw tightened as his words replayed in my mind. "You’re going to get her killed." What the hell did he mean by that? I wasn’t about to sit back and let Ony dictate who I could and couldn’t see. Not when it came to her.

I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face as I tried to shake off the frustration bubbling up in my chest. Ony’s my boy, but he doesn’t get it. She’s different. Quiet, soft, nothing like the girls who hang around the block, hoping to catch a piece of me. She doesn’t even know the power she’s got... or maybe she does, and that’s what’s driving me crazy.

I sat back on my bed, reaching for a cigarette to smoke, eyes narrowing. The tension in my body refused to ease, and I smirked bitterly. One can try to keep her away from me, but he doesn’t know me like that. I always get what I want.

Your POV

The hinges of the front door creaked as I slowly pushed it open, my heart thundering in my chest. The house was dark, just as I’d left it hours ago, but something about the stillness felt… off.

I slipped inside, easing the door shut behind me. My feet moved cautiously over the hardwood floors, barely making a sound as I crept towards the stairs. The thrill of sneaking out was long gone, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease.

“Where were you?”

The voice sliced through the silence, low and sharp, and I froze. My stomach dropped as my eyes darted to the living room. At first, I couldn’t see him, but then a faint glow from the streetlights outside caught the outline of Ony slouched in the armchair, his arms crossed, his face shadowed but unmistakably stern.

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to my face. "I was—"

“Don’t even try it,” he cut me off, leaning forward so the light caught his expression—cold, angry, and something else I couldn’t quite place. “You think I don’t know where you were?”

My pulse quickened. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

“Eren,” he spat the name like a curse, shaking his head. “Of all people, you went to see him?”

My mouth opened, but no words came out. What could I say? I wasn’t sorry. Not even close.

“You don’t understand,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t understand?” Ony’s laugh was bitter as he stood, his presence towering over me now. “You don’t understand, Y/N. You don’t know what kind of man he is, what kind of life he lives. And I’ll be damned if I let you get caught up in that.”

I clenched my fists, feeling my frustration bubble over. “You can’t tell me what to do, Ony! I’m not a kid anymore!”

“And yet you’re acting like one,” he shot back, his voice rising now. “Running off in the middle of the night, sneaking around with someone like him? Do you have any idea what you’re playing with?”

I flinched at the venom in his words but held my ground. “You think you know him, but you don’t. He’s—”

“He’s dangerous,” Ony interrupted, his voice hard now. “And you’re going to get yourself hurt. Or worse.”

We stood there, the weight of his words hanging in the air. My mind raced, my heart still pounding, and for a moment, I felt like a kid again—caught, cornered, and desperate to break free.

The air was thick with tension, each breath feeling heavier than the last. My heart raced, but I wasn’t about to back down. Not this time.

Ony stood in front of me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin crawl. His words echoed in my mind—dangerous—but what did he know? Was he so sure about Eren, about everything, just because of the rumours and the past? His past?

"You don't know him like I do," I finally said, my voice shaking with a mix of defiance and something else I couldn't place. "How long have you known Eren? A few weeks? Maybe less?"

Ony's face twitched like he wasn't expecting me to question him back. Good. I wasn’t some naïve kid anymore, living in his shadow, following every word he said without thinking for myself. I stepped forward, my feet hitting the floor with more force than I meant.

"What about you, Ony?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "You think you know the kind of life he leads, but how long have you been doing this? How many more people have you hurt in your ‘game’?”

His jaw clenched, a flicker of something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read. But it wasn’t fear. No, he wasn’t afraid of me. It was something darker, something more resigned. “You don’t get it.”

I took a step closer. "No, you don’t get it, Ony. You're talking like you're the only one who’s been in this world. Like you’re the only one who’s seen the violence, the dirt, the blood. But Eren... he’s different from you."

Ony scoffed, but I wasn’t done. "He’s been through shit—stuff you couldn’t even imagine—and yeah, maybe he’s dangerous, but you’re not some saint either. You’ve been in this world longer than Eren. Hell, longer than any of us. So don’t stand there and pretend you know what’s best for me, for my life, just because you’ve been around longer.”

I swallowed, trying to steady my breath, but it felt like the walls were closing in. "I need to figure this out. I need to know who he is. I need to understand why I feel this pull to him. Don’t act like you’ve got all the answers, Ony, because you don’t."

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out, his anger pushing him to something he couldn’t take back. But instead, he exhaled sharply, almost as if the weight of my words had hit him harder than he cared to admit.

“You don’t know what you’re messing with.” His voice dropped, quieter now, but just as sharp. “Eren’s a ticking time bomb. And when it blows, you’ll be the one left standing in the wreckage.”

I stood there, feeling the intensity of his gaze bore into me, but there was no turning back now. I was done being scared, done hiding from the truth.

“Let it blow then.” My voice was steady, unwavering. “Let it all come crashing down.”

Ony’s expression shifted from anger to something sharper—something colder. He took a step closer, his presence almost suffocating now, and I felt a chill run down my spine, but I stood my ground.

“This is the man you want, Y/N?” Ony’s voice was low, dangerous, as he shook his head. “Him? Eren? For real?”

I didn’t flinch. “You don’t get it, Ony. I don’t need your approval.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned in, his eyes locked onto mine. “Eren’s a fucking mess. And you wanna get tangled up in that? Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t make me call Aunt Marsha and tell her what you’re up to.”

I froze for a second, the mention of my mom slicing through me like a knife. "Don't you dare bring my mom into this," I hissed, my teeth gritting as the tension crackled in the air between us.

Ony didn’t seem fazed. “I will if I have to, Y/N. You think you know what you’re doing, but you’re playing with fire. This is the last time I’ll warn you.” His voice was dangerously calm like he was speaking to a child. “Stay away from Eren.”

Something inside me snapped. I wasn’t a kid. I wasn’t going to let him control me, not like this.

I tilted my chin up, looking him dead in the eye, and said, “I don’t give a fuck.”

For a long moment, Ony just stared at me, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His face twisted in disbelief like I’d slapped him across the face. “Excuse me?”

I wasn’t backing down. “I said I don’t give a fuck.”

He blinked like he was processing what I’d just said, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. But then, something broke in his expression. He laughed, a sharp, almost incredulous sound like he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Nah, nah. You must be trippin’.” He shook his head, still laughing. “You think I’m gonna let you throw your life away over this?”

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink. “You can keep laughing all you want, Ony, but this is my choice. Not yours.”

The tension in the room grew thick enough to choke on, but I held his gaze, refusing to look away. “Stay the fuck out of my life.”

Ony’s laughter faded, but there was still that cold edge to his stare. He looked at me like he didn’t know who I was anymore like I was some stranger standing in his living room.

Ony’s sigh was like the air leaving the room, heavy and resigned. He rubbed his hand over his face, a tired motion as if he was worn out by the whole thing like this conversation was more of a burden to him than a warning. He stared at me with a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

“You’re an honour roll student,” he muttered, his voice suddenly low, almost sad. “Look at the fucking hood around us, Y/N. You want in that life? The life I’m in? The trapping, the pushing, the constant paranoia? You always gotta be on your toes ‘cause of the opps lurking around? You think this is what you want?”

His words hit me, hard. The weight of them, the harshness, the reality he was trying to drill into me. But I wasn’t some naive little girl, and I wasn’t going to let his guilt trip pull me back into a corner.

“You want a man in that life?” he continued, his voice growing sharper. “Don’t fuck your life up for one man, Y/N. You know he’s fucking around with other girls, right? Do you think you’re so special? Do you think you’re important? Don’t be dumb.”

I blinked, his words stinging, but something inside me snapped—something raw and real. I felt my chest tighten, the anger rising like a tide I couldn’t hold back.

“You think I don’t know?” I finally shot back, my voice colder than I meant it to be. “You think I’m stupid?”

His face twisted in disbelief like he was expecting me to fall apart, to let his words break me. But I wasn’t about to.

“You’re right about one thing,” I said, my voice steady now. “This life you’re in—trapping, pushing, the constant danger—isn’t something I want. But I’m not some stupid girl who’s gonna let you tell me what I can and can’t want.”

Ony looked at me, his expression hard, his jaw clenched as he watched me with growing frustration. But I wasn’t done.

“Yeah, I know about Eren.” I swallowed, feeling the tightness in my throat. “I know what kind of man he is. And you think that’s gonna scare me away? That’s gonna stop me from wanting to know him?”

He threw his hands up, frustrated. “You think this is some cute little love story? Do you think you can just waltz into his world and get a happy ending? It doesn’t work like that.”

I took a step forward, my fists clenched, but I wasn’t shaking. “I don’t need you to protect me, Ony. I’m not some kid who needs you to shield me from the world. I’ll make my own choices.”

Ony stared at me, incredulous, like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. For a second, I thought he might explode, might lash out. But instead, his shoulders sagged, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“You’re making a huge mistake,” he said, his voice almost quieter now like the fight was draining out of him.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The choice was already made. I was done listening to his warnings. I was done being told who I could and couldn’t care about.

“I’ll make my own mistakes,” I whispered, but I said it with conviction. “And I’ll live with them.”

I turned to leave, feeling Ony’s gaze on my back, the weight of his disappointment heavier than I wanted to admit. But nothing was going to stop me now.

My feet pounded against the stairs as I stormed up to my room, the sharpness of Ony’s words still echoing in my ears. The frustration, the anger—it all felt like a storm building inside me, one I couldn’t outrun, even if I tried.

I could feel the tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not yet. I wouldn’t let him see me break.

But as I slammed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, my chest tight, the tears came anyway. It wasn’t just the anger I felt—it was the hurt. The deep hurt that Ony, my cousin, could speak to me like that. He’d never done that before. Not even in the middle of our biggest fights. He was the one who’d always been there for me, the one who'd protected me, but now it felt like he was pushing me away.

I wiped my eyes furiously, pacing the room as my thoughts swirled. How could he say those things to me? How could he be so cold, like I was just some naive kid who didn’t know what she was doing? Was I making a mistake?

No. I had to stop myself. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t the same girl anymore. I wasn’t going to let anyone tell me what I could and couldn’t have. Not even Ony.

But the doubt still lingered. He had never spoken to me like that before. Never in all the years, I’d known him, even when we fought over the stupidest things. It felt like I had shattered something between us, and I wasn’t sure if it could ever be fixed.

I let out a shaky breath, sitting down on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, lost in thought. Why did it have to be this way?

Why couldn’t I just want what I wanted without everyone trying to control it?

Eren’s POV

I walked into Connie’s place, the door creaking shut behind me, and immediately the smell hit me—the thick, heavy scent of weed. Connie’s place always had that vibe, a comfortable chaos where nothing was ever off-limits. The faint buzz of a stereo in the background, the low murmur of voices, and the haze that hung in the air made everything feel slower and more relaxed. But that vibe didn’t match what I saw when I stepped into the living room.

There was Ony, slouched back in the armchair, a fat blunt dangling from his fingers as he lazily cleaned his AR-15. He looked like he was in the middle of something, but his eyes—those cold, sharp eyes—shot straight at me the moment I walked in.

I moved closer, past him, toward the couch where Annalise was sitting in Connie’s lap. She didn’t even look up at first, too busy with her hands working a joint in between her fingers. But as soon as I leaned down, I placed a soft kiss on her cheek, a brief moment of affection that she responded to with a smile, the corner of her mouth curling up.

“Hey, baby,” she said, her voice light, her hand still rolling the joint like it was second nature.

I sat down beside her, but something about the atmosphere in the room felt off. Ony’s gaze never left me, a heavy, calculating stare that made my skin prickle. The air between us was thick, filled with an unspoken tension.

I could feel it before I even said anything—the simmering hostility. Ony’s expression was cold, eyes narrow as he took another drag from the blunt. His fingers gripped the gun tighter, methodical, as if cleaning it was more of a distraction from whatever was going on in his head.

“What’s up, Ony?” I asked, my voice casual, but I couldn’t ignore the way he was looking at me. It was like he was waiting for something, some opening to lash out.

He exhaled smoke slowly, the room thick with the scent of it, and without breaking eye contact, he muttered, “Nothing. Just cleaning my shit.”

I raised an eyebrow, knowing that wasn’t the full story. I could feel the undercurrent of frustration radiating off him, but I wasn’t about to back down. Not now.

I leaned back on the couch, glancing at Annalise, who seemed oblivious to the tension building in the room. But Ony? Ony was staring me down like he was waiting for me to make a move.

“You’re still fucking with her, huh?” Ony finally spoke, his voice low, but there was an edge to it. “After all this time? You think you got her under control?”

My chest tightened, the irritation rising as his words sank in. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, my voice sharp, as I shot him a glance that was heavy with annoyance.

Ony scoffed, his lips curling into something close to a sneer. “You think I don’t know what’s going on? You think I don’t know what you’re doing with Y/N? Playing around with her, messing with her head? Man, you’re seriously out of your mind.”

I leaned forward, my temper starting to flare. “What’s your problem with her? You still think you can control who she talks to, who she fucks with?” I felt the edge in my voice, but I wasn’t backing down.

Annalise looked up from what she was doing, sensing the shift in the mood. But Ony wasn’t having it. He flicked the ash from his blunt, his gaze never leaving me. “She’s a fucking honour roll student, and you’re dragging her into this life. Don’t act like you’re a good guy in all of this, Eren.”

I clenched my jaw, feeling the tension escalate. Ony always had a way of pushing my buttons, but I wasn’t going to let him bait me into a fight. “I’m not dragging her into anything. She’s her fucking person.”

He laughed bitterly, his eyes flicking to Annalise for a split second before he shot me a look that was all too familiar. “Yeah? And you think she knows what she’s getting into? Do you really think you’re the one who gets to decide what’s best for her? Come on, man, don’t be dumb.”

I stood up suddenly, my chair scraping against the floor. “You wanna talk about dumb? You really wanna lecture me about what’s best for her when you can barely keep your shit together?”

Ony stood up too, slow and deliberate, the tension between us thickening. But before anything could escalate, Connie called from the other room, his voice cutting through the silence. “Yo, chill out, both of you.”

I looked at Ony one last time, the animosity thick between us, and then I turned back to Annalise. She didn’t seem to care about what was going on.

I eyed Connie and Annalise, the air thick with unspoken tension before I let out a laugh that didn’t reach my eyes. “Guess you were right, Ony,” I said, glancing back at him with a smirk. “Anna’s really fucking... loving the crew.”

Annalise rolled her eyes, not even giving me the satisfaction of a response. She just kept working, her fingers still focused on rolling the joint like everything was normal, like there wasn’t this storm swirling around us.

I was about to speak again when the door to the apartment creaked open, and Jean and Reiner strolled in, their usual swagger making its entrance before their words did. They dapped up everyone in the room, completely ignoring me.

“Yo, the fuck?” I muttered, irritation bubbling under the surface. “Since when we beefing?”

Jean didn’t even spare me a glance before he replied. “Cause I heard you’ve been making trouble for Y/N’s life, man.”

My eyes narrowed, and I could feel the annoyance rising in me. “If anyone’s got a fucking problem, they can shoot me. Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from doing what I want.”

That was when Ony moved.

It was quick, too quick for me to even process. I felt the sharp pain before I realized what had happened. A burst of fire shot through my thigh, and I staggered back, looking down at the dark stain spreading through my pants. My hand automatically reached for the wound, but the pain was already searing, burning through me.

Ony stood there, his cold eyes locked on me, his gun still pointed toward the floor. “You talk too much, Eren,” he said, his voice low and calm, like he hadn’t just shot me in the fucking thigh.

I gritted my teeth, fighting through the shock. The room was quiet for a second, the air heavy with what had just happened. The others, Jean and Reiner, looked on, no one daring to make a move. I could feel the blood beginning to pool, the sting of the bullet still fresh.

“What the fuck, Ony?” I spat, trying to stay on my feet, but the pain made my vision blur. “You really wanna do this right now?”

Ony didn’t flinch. “You’ve been warned, Eren. I told you to stay the fuck away from Y/N.”

Jean finally stepped forward, a half-smirk on his face. “Guess that’s one way to shut you up.”

Reiner didn’t say a word, but his eyes flicked to the wound and then to Ony. I could see the hesitation in his stance, but he didn’t interfere.

I swallowed the pain, the anger, and everything else building up inside me. “This shit’s far from over,” I growled under my breath, my vision clearing as the adrenaline kicked in. “You’ve made a mistake, Ony. But I’m not done.”

But Ony just shrugged, the same cold expression on his face. “You keep thinking that, Eren.”

And that was all he said before turning away, walking back to his chair, and picking up the blunt like nothing had happened.

Connie let out a heavy sigh, his eyes flicking between me and Ony before settling on me, a mix of frustration and disbelief on his face. Annalise, on the other hand, looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Her mouth was hanging open, and she was frozen, eyes wide as she looked between me and the blood seeping from my leg.

“Annalise!” Connie barked, his tone sharp, and she snapped out of her daze. She hurried off to the other room, her feet scrambling across the floor, her movements quick and jerky like she’d just woken up from a bad dream.

Connie pulled his phone from his pocket, already dialling as he stepped closer to me. His jaw was tight, muscles in his neck twitching with the annoyance he clearly didn’t want to show. “Goddamn, Eren,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head before he lifted the phone to his ear. “Hange, it’s Connie. We’ve got a problem.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to focus, trying to keep my head straight despite the pain. My leg was on fire, the blood rushing faster now, soaking through my pants. But I wasn’t about to show weakness. “I’m fine,” I muttered, though the words were strained, the pain threatening to overpower me. “Just need to patch it up. I’ve had worse.”

Connie didn’t even look at me. “Shut up, Eren. You’re not ‘fine.’ You’re lucky Ony didn’t blow your fucking leg off.”

The truth of that hit me harder than I cared to admit. Ony wasn’t playing games anymore. I knew he wasn’t the type to hesitate, but this? This was something different. He wasn’t going to just let me walk away anymore.

Annalise came back with the first aid kit, her hands shaking as she knelt beside me, her expression conflicted between worry and disbelief. She quickly opened the kit, pulling out gauze and bandages. I could see the hesitation in her hands, the way she was trying not to look directly at the blood, but she was quick. She knew what she was doing.

“I’m sorry, Eren,” she muttered, her voice softer than usual. “I didn’t... I didn’t know he was going to...”

I shook my head, forcing a chuckle through the pain. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”

As she applied pressure to the wound, I gritted my teeth, trying not to wince too hard. The burn of the bullet in my leg was making it harder to focus on anything else, but I wasn’t about to show weakness.

Ony, though, was silent. The only sound was the faint flicker of the blunt burning down to the filter in his fingers, and the occasional deep drag he took as he watched me, a quiet satisfaction behind his eyes. It wasn’t just about the bullet. It was about power and control. He wanted me to feel this.

Connie’s voice cut through my thoughts as Hange picked up on the other end of the line. “Yo, Hange, we need you here. Eren got hit. It’s bad, but it’s not fatal.”

Hange’s voice came through quickly. “Got it, I’m on my way.”

Connie ended the call, his gaze flicking back to me with a look that was less about concern and more about the chaos that was about to unfold. He didn’t have to say it out loud, but I knew. This wasn’t just about a bullet wound anymore. The tension was building, and there was no way we were leaving this room without something else going down.

[imoonblaze]

[AU] A rain in the labyrinth

🌫️AU belong to @imoonblaze

🍪Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom, Devsisters

Being trapped in the middle of the rain in the maze, Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour had no choice but to take refuge under a tree waiting for the rain to pass during their stay.

Waiting for that to happen, Dark Cacao was very exhausted and stressed by everything that has been happening, many of his thoughts and memories of his past did not make him feel uneasy. With fatigue and tension in his thoughts, the noble dark king will rest at that moment while the rain continues.

On the other hand....Mystic Flour, always maintaining mysterious tranquility, stayed awake all that time, calmly watching the rain with disdain, she would let her vest cover the cocoa king and lie on her lap waiting for him to his thoughts were calm.

SYNOPSIS: "The labyrinth in limbo" AU

Pure Vanilla, Dark Cacao, Shadow Milk and Mystic Flour are trapped in limbo in a state between life and death. With their souls trapped in an extensive labyrinth filled with the ruins and remains of what could have been a kingdom back then, each duo on their own would have to work as a team if they wanted to escape and return to their respective lives as mortals...but For them, they will have to leave their differences and understand the other in order to make it possible.Regrets, grudges and duels from the past are what will come between these cookies and their mission... will these ancient cookies and beast cookies be able to overcome the challenges of the labyrinth?

[decaying-enigma]

[Space Core AU]

Danny could see it all.

Where the darkness meets the dance of light, a swirling canvas of stardust and celestial wonders—a symphony of colors, shapes, and energies unfurling across the infinite reaches of space.

Their radiant glow casting an aura that just beckoned him to join.

Cosmic tendrils weaved a labyrinth of star clusters, and stellar nurseries gave birth to new stars.

Nebulae shimmered with ethereal beauty, their wispy tendrils reaching out across the void like ghostly fingers.

Supernovae unleashed titanic explosions, scattering the remnants of dying stars across the cosmos in a dazzling fireworks display of light and energy.

Danny could almost feel it wash over his skin.

Black holes lurked in the depths of space, their gravitational pull so intense that not even light could escape their grasp.

Dark matter, the invisible scaffolding of the universe, weaves its enigmatic web throughout the galaxy.

He could hear the countless echoes, all worming their way into his being and, for a moment, pulling him closer and closer to...

""Danny!""

He fell back into his seat instantly, two arms holding him down, as Earth's gravity once again took hold of him.

Blinking rapidly, Danny shook his head, visions of stars and nebulae sliding away.

Yet not completely leaving his mind.

It took him a moment to remember where he was as he turned to Tucker and Sam.

They sat on either side of him, both having a firm grip on him with deeply concerned expressions on their faces.

They were all outside, at a table nestled in the corner of the (thankfully empty) park, and had been in the middle of eating lunch from a new cafe that Sam had wanted to try.

Or, at least, that had been the plan before he decided that gravity was just a suggestion.

"You okay, dude?" Tucker asked, a hand still holding onto him.

"I'm fine," Danny replied immediately.

But judging by the identical unimpressed looks on Sam and Tucker's faces, neither believe him in the slightest.

And rightfully so.

Though they did let go of him, trusting he wasn't about to start floating away again, they were ready to react if it happened again.

Danny sighed.

"I just got distracted for a second."

"You were floating away." Sam pointed it out, making little wiggly movements with her fingers. "Plus, your eyes were doing that weird galaxy thing again.

"That was just some dust," he lied half-halfheartedly.

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, not buying that for a moment. "Yeah right. If we hadn't pulled you back down, you would probably already be out of the atmosphere by now."

"I would've noticed," Danny murmured, his eyes shifting to the side. "...eventually."

Sam huffed in frustration. "So not the point I was trying to make."

"They are super weird, though," Tucker agreed, then took a bite of his giant BLT sandwich. "But still cool, in the way they turn into terrifying black-holes that they look like the endless and cruel vacuum of space."

Danny stared at Tucker flatly.

"That makes me feel so much better."

"No problem!"

There was a brief silence, only for Tucker to put his sandwich back down, showing just how serious he was, and ask.

"But seriously, dude, are you alright?"

Danny looked down at the table, wanting to ignore his friends admittedly reasonable concerns, and absently twirled the straw of his ice tea.

But, eventually, he gave in.

"I already stopped by the Far Frozen to talk with Frostbite," he finally admitted. "Even ran into Clockwork, who was feeling strangely non-cryptic, and asked him about what was going on."

"So, what'd you find out?" Sam questioned, leaning forward, eager to hear what he had to say.

Danny snorted, an impish grin growing on his face. "Apparently, I don't actually have an ice core."

They both blinked in surprise.

The fact that Danny's core, practically the ghostly equivalent of a soul and a fundamental part of their being, wasn't ice this whole time and was actually something different was... a pretty big deal.

Sam asked, both curious and concerned, "So, what core do you have?"

"Frostbite called it a space core, or, as Clockwork referred to it, a piece of the Void." Danny rolled his eyes. "I'm like, 70% sure, he only called it that to be extra dramatic."

"So the ice powers were just...what? The first side effect before the weird eyes and the 'spacing' out?" Tucker joked with a grin.

Danny chuckled at the pun, while Sam groaned.

"Basically."

"Do you know what powers you are supposed to expect?" Sam asked, hoping they would catch a break this time.

"Not a clue," Danny said, shooting that hope down immediately.

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Isn't there someone in the Ghost Zone you could ask?"

"It's, like, super rare; I mean, the only other ghost I know with the same core is Nocturn," he explained with an annoyed huff.

They both winced.

Despite not currently being antagonistic with the Ghost of Dreams, Danny and Nocturn's relationship wasn't anywhere close to friendly, even by ghostly standards.

And considering most ghosts could beat each other up, possibly even dismember one another, and still be willing to hang out later, that's saying something.

Danny sighed. "Yeah, I basically had the same reaction."

"Are you sure there's no one else?" Sam pushed, looking for a solution.

"Ghost Zone's a big place and leads to a lot of others, so probably." He shrugged. "But, even if Nocturn or someone else was willing to give me advice, it wouldn't help very much."

Seeing the confusion on their faces, he continued to explain.

"Frostbite gave me a whole lecture about it, but it basically boils down to the fact that, unlike most core elements, space cores express themselves so differently that there's no real set of powers that they share."

Sam slowly nodded, understanding showing on her face.

"So, while one ghost with a space core might be able to make black-holes, another might control gravity or even create stars," she continued, a hint of wonder in her voice.

Danny nodded his head in agreement.

"Hey, for all we know, you might get the power to twinkle really, really brightly instead." Tucker snickered loudly, with Sam quickly following.

Danny dropped his head onto the table, not sharing his friend's amusement in the slightest.

The snickers soon died off, as Danny continued to mope.

"It's probably not that bad." Tucker pointed this out. "You already learned to control the ice part of your powers; you'll figure this part out eventually."

"And we'll be right there when you do," Sam added, fully believing they would find the answer eventually.

"Hopefully not too close. Frostbite mentioned a few...unexpected stabbings the first time around," Tucker muttered under his breath, wincing as Sam punched him in the shoulder.

Danny rolled his eyes.

He wished that he shared his friends confidence in his abilities, but he was nevertheless grateful for the support his two best friends were giving him.

Thankfully, the conversation soon changed subjects from his potential new powers, moving on to talk about a homework assignment for school as they finished their lunch.

Danny made sure to pay attention this time, staying focused on the here and now.

Yet, even as he grinned from the sarcastic joke Sam had made, he could still feel the pull in the background.

He could hear the symphony of celestial bodies, the stars, the nebulae, and the infinite reaches of space in the back of his mind, all calling out to him.

Just waiting for the day that he would give in to the urge, and in the moment of weakness, join them forever and always until the end of time.

[lowkeychenle]

masterlist + all about me (and nct dream)

hi everyone! name change/rebrand alert ;)

prev @/lowkeyjaemle, now @/lowkeychenle :D

i'm juls (as some of you already know) and my ult group is NCT Dream! i'm chenle biased (this will never change lol) and the majority of my blog is also chenle biased lol.

i do not have a bias wrecker. chenle is safe (although jisung is my #2, which just makes sense bc chenji is a package deal okay).

i'm 23 years old, and my pronouns are she/her. now that all this intro/boring stuff is out of the way, please keep reading for my updated masterlist ;)

p.s. if u are also a chenle stan, there are so many chenle fics here just for u

AY YO! MDNI >:(

text!au masterlist | smau masterlist

labyrinth (M) fic teaser

Chenle was more complex than you originally gave him credit for, and unfortunately for you, that would be your downfall. Lost in the labyrinth, you’ll always struggle to find your way out when the rose-colored glasses don’t let the light shine through.

the hardest part (M)

You, Chenle, and Jay have been best friends since before you could even remember. After moving away to pursue your dreams, you don't talk to them as often as you should. One day, you get a call notifying you of Jay's passing. When you go back to your hometown, you find everything is different except for one person--Chenle.

Some Things Can't Be Taught (M)

In which you are failing college physics, and your childhood best friend offers up one of his friends as your tutor—except, there’s a little something he wants to learn from you in exchange.

Guilty As Sin? (M)

Chenle is everything you want--everything you need. Somehow, the thought of him manages to pull you back in even after you were free. Messy kisses, late night trysts, and him tracing the word 'mine' on your thigh--barely anything, so how could you possibly be guilty as sin? (based on Guilty As Sin? by Taylor Swift)

And Then It Was (M)

After your marriage with Chenle was arranged by your parents for a company merger, things with him aren't quite like you expect. In your life full of obligations, he's determined to finally give you the ability to make your own choices. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Cruel Summer (M)

He wants you. Everything to do with you--your heart, your body, all while keeping your friendship. What's a man to do during a 30-day hook up to get you to stay? (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

See My Sea (M)

You never expected your lab partner to be the captain of the basketball team...or a decent human being, but you get proved wrong twice. Despite a rocky past of your own, you find yourself falling for him faster than you thought. Maybe, with his help, you can finally find your way home and see your sea. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Like We Just Met (M)

Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever. (smut/fluff) *WC>10k

SOS (M)

Road trips with Chenle are your favorite thing. Late at night, the two of you stop at a hotel, but it's not everything it seems to be. You barely have time to settle before you get a call to evacuate immediately. Beneath red neon flashing lights, you and Chenle have to try and escape the group of people hunting you down. (suspense/thriller/smut)

this is me trying (M)

Meeting Chenle was a fluke--a good one, at that, but you never expected things to escalate the way they did. But despite the whirlwind romance, you'd go back to December if you had the chance... (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Is It Over Now? (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Your relationship with Chenle is nothing but fight after fight. Amidst the toxicity, infidelity comes into play--except you're determined to one up him...but is it ever truly over? (angst/smut) *WC>10k

Within the Piano Keys (M)

For as long as you could remember, Chenle has been your neighbor and childhood best friend. That is, until one day he disappears without a word…or so you thought, since your mother hid all the letters he sent you. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Paris (M)

Pure smut on a hotel room balcony in Paris! Woo. (smut)

Sunshine (M)

You're not usually able to wake up with Chenle due to his schedules, but on the days that you can, it's certainly worth it. (smut/fluff)

Quiet Down (M)

You and Chenle visit your parents, but he just can't help himself... (smut)

You're Not Sorry

You and Chenle broke up two weeks ago. The first time he calls you at 3am, you ignore it. Then he calls again. You answer, and you go to him knowing there's nothing he could do to fix what he's broken. (angst)

The Last Straw (M)

Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin). (smut/fluff/angst)

Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows (M)

After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops). (smut)

In Your Dreams (M)

What started as innocent phone sex hotline stuff (if that can ever really be innocent?), you get an offer you just can't refuse...you just have to be a little sleep deprived ;) (Chenle as Freddy Kruger Halloween thing lol)

Irrevocably (M) Series Masterlist

You were friends with benefits with Chenle until he got a girlfriend...fast forward months later, and now they've broken up--leaving Chenle to come back to you, very much in need of a distraction. (angst/smut/fluff)

Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do... (smut)

모래성 (ONE) (TWO) (THREE)

You and Mark have had a friends with benefits relationship for almost a year now. He's in love with you, addicted to you, but you don't feel the same. You're his poison. (smut/angst)

Late Nights (M)

Mark's busy schedule only gives him time to come over late at night, but it's safe to say neither of you are complaining by the time you fall asleep. (fluff/smut)

Empire State of Mind (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Life with Jisung is almost perfect. He loves you, and you love him. But when you run into your ex, Mark Lee, you realize the one thing you've been missing all along is him. (smut/angst)

Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one. (fluff/smut/angst)

[milkteahood]

a ghost for a knight

medieval au, chapter 1

Simon Riley x fem!reader

Summary: your father, the king, makes his strongest knight keep watch over you due to you constantly disobeying the rules.

slow burn romance, eventual smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s while ghost is in his late 30s/ early 40s)

You thought he was merely a myth. Or at least, sort of. You heard the whispers, the other knights talking, but you never actually saw him.

Your father, the king, wasn’t allowing you to leave the premises of the castle, as you were the only heir. To you, he was just a story, a ghost. And to him, you were the same thing, for you had no idea your father was keeping you a secret. Only the most loyal to the family knew about you. So Simon had no idea why the king summoned him.

***

“That is a very good idea Your Highness” the advisor spoke.

“I just want her to be safe is all. She… she really inherited my temper” the king closed his eyes and rubbed one of his temples.

The crack from the secret passage was just enough for you to listen to the conversation. Someone was coming. Someone that was supposed to keep you safe. Safe from what? you thought to yourself. It’s not like I’m allowed to go anywhere.

As quiet as a mouse, you tiptoed away from the passageway and back into the labyrinth hidden into the castle. You knew every door, every crack. In case of a war, you could easily escape. Spending your free time hidden within the walls, listening to everyone’s conversations was something you found incredibly amusing. You knew which of the servants liked you and which couldn’t stand you. The only thing you found bothersome is not getting there in time to listen to your father’s whole conversation. You wanted to know who was coming. Is he planning to marry you off?

***

Exactly two weeks after the initial hearing of your father’s conversation is when the whispers started getting louder. “He is here” “The Ghost” “The Night” “The King’s most trusted” “The Myth” “The Legend”. And it was during one of your latin classes that the servant interrupted to announce that you were supposed by the king.

“Your Highness. The King is summoning you to the throne room” the servant spoke with a bow.

“What is it about?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“I do not know princess”

“Very well”.

And with that, you stood up, a million thoughts running through your head.

Making your way down to the throne room, beautiful dress dragging behind, you felt a little anxious. After taking a few breaths, you let it known to the guards was alright to open the doors for you.

There stood your father, his advisor and a man. He was dressed like a knight and wore the kingdom’s crest, but you have never seem him before.

Your father’s voice broke your chain of thoughts.

“Y/N. Please step closer. There is something I need to tell you”

“Yes father?” you approached, giving him a small bow. He might’ve been your father, but he was also the king.

“I am aware of your little getaways” his tone was cold, but not angry.

You didn’t dare say more. You knew it was just a matter of time until he found out about your sneaking away from the castle into the forest.

You could feel the man’s eyes on you. He was taking you in.

“I have considered locking you away too” your father continued after a pause “but I know what I raised. You’d eventually escape a cellar too. So, there he is” he gestured towards the man “Sir Simon Riley. The most trustworthy knight and soldier I have. He is from now on in charge of looking after you and keeping you safe”.

***

“I cannot believe this” you finally spoke once you were far enough the hallway “I have been given a nanny”

“Seems like it, princess” Simon said.

“Don’t get smart with me”

He didn’t respond.

***

And so there he always was. When you studied, he was in the room. When you slept he was just outside. He only spoke if spoken to and always walked a couple steps behind you. Only when you’d request him to walk by your side did he ever do that.

There was no more sneaking away into the secret passages. That was something your father didn’t know you did, and you didn’t know just how much Simon reported back to him.

Life began to feel increasingly boring. You felt almost trapped, even more than you previously did. So you started to hatch a plan. How could you get away from Simon, even if it was just for a couple hours. The best solutions are always hidden in plain sight. Simon only ever left your side when you wanted to rest. Of course, he was just outside your door, but you had all the room to yourself. All the room and all the ways outside of it.

So that same evening, you told the knight who was worse than a shadow at this point, that you felt incredibly tired and would return to your chambers earlier.

“As you wish, princess” was all he said as he took his place in front of your door.

You changed out of your gown and into something more suited for what you were about to do.

A wave of adrenaline washed over you as you slipped your shoes off, as to not have your footsteps be heard, and very quietly opened your window. The sunset was magnificent, the breeze cool against your skin. Your room wasn’t very high up, making it very easy to decent off its balcony.

The grass was a little wet under your feet, and you took your sweet time to enjoy this little freedom. But, just as you were about to make a run for it through the palace’s garden, a strong hand wrapped itself around arm.

“Did you really think I was that stupid?” he almost hissed at you.

Your whole mood completely deflated in that moment.

“Well… I sure hoped you’d be” you replied.

His grip on you only tightened, enough to tell you he wasn’t in the mood for your games, but not hard enough to actually hurt.

“I just, really wanted to see the sunset”

“You can see it from your balcony” he replied coldly.

“But”

“No”

“I’m the princess!” you protested.

“And I answer to your father, not you, brat”.

He almost dragged you back inside, marking the first night Simon moved into your room. The king was right, Simon thought. You really were a flight risk. And when his head was on the line, he really wasn’t going to take any shit from a brat half his age.

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New Horizons (Arthur Curry x Reader)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⋅☆⋅ 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

A/N: Requested by @dantes-devil-huntress. I can't believe this is my first Aquaman fic! This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

Premise: Trying to figure out his place in the world as the newly crowned king of Atlantis, Arthur meets someone who may just help him find the answers he looking for.

Description: Arthur Curry/Aquaman x Fem!Reader (Human), meet-cute fluff! | Warnings: alcohol, mild language | Setting: AU w/o Mera endgame, before The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 3,468

Edit: here's my Orm Marius x Reader fic for my fellow Orm girlies ;)

Gif credit: user jasonmomoaonline

Imagine Arthur giving you shelter when you're stranded in a storm, and discovering his true identity

Getting stood up for your date had been the worst part of the night, until the moment you got into your car. Instead of the engine turning over and sputtering to half-life like usual, it only stalled.

"You have got to be kidding me," you say, gripping the steering wheel and turning the key until you thought it might snap, "Come on, come on, come ON!"

Throwing open your door, you pop the hood and stumble back out into the chilled night. You mutter curses under your breath as you survey the labyrinth of steel and hoses before you.

"At least nothing's on fire this time," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

You step back and stare at the bucket of bolts the salesman had called "like new." Besides coming to this bar, buying this car was quite possibly your biggest regret. It wasn't quite a lemon, but it wasn't a Rolls either. And most of all, it was all you could afford.

You exhale, glaring up at the flickering light of the bar's neon sign. The last thing you wanted to do after waiting nearly two hours alone like a fool was show your face inside again. You retrieve your phone from your back pocket, just to see the blinking bars in the top corner. No service.

"Wonderful," you groan.

Like a bad joke, thunder rolls in the distance. You look up to see the lightning flashing on the horizon across the bay. The brisk, salt air rises up from the water and cuts right through you.

"Could this night get any better?!" you lament, an angry shriek escaping your lips as you kick the front tire.

"Excuse me, Miss?" a voice from behind interjected.

You jump and turn to see a man approaching, nervous smile on his bearded face. You appraise him wearily: tall, dark, and not at all lacking in style, clad in both leather and jewelry. He looked a sight better than the drunken fishermen you'd observed stumble about the bar, which you concluded was about ninety-percent of the clientele. Even from where he stood, he certainly seemed to smell better.

"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt, but you sound like you might need some help," he offers hesitantly.

Despite your initial scare, something about him puts you at ease.

"Oh, um...yeah, actually" you smile embarrassed, tucking your hair behind your ear, "My stupid car won't start. Again."

"Mind if I take a look?" he asks, pointing.

"Would you? That would be great, honestly," you say, folding your arms against the cold, "I just had it in the shop last week. I have no idea what's wrong now."

He pats the fender as he circles around to the front, "Let's see what's got you all clammed up here, buddy."

"Your guess is as good as mine," you say exasperated, stepping to stand behind him a ways.

He chuckles and pushes up his sleeves, ducking underneath the hood. You take note of the intricate tattoos, realizing this friendly stranger was becoming more interesting by the minute.

"Hmm, nope. Not that," he says, craning his neck, "Not that either."

You bite your lip and sway on your feet, silently praying he could find the source of the problem. Any easy fix was probably too much to hope for, but your fingers stayed mentally crossed nonetheless.

"Ooh, maybe- no, definitely not," he says, followed by a clinking sound, "That should not be there."

"I really appreciate this," you say after a moment, peering over his shoulder, "I can change the wipers and put on a spare if I have to, but that's about the extent of my car expertise."

"No shame in that," he grunts, his voice strained, "Oof, now that might be a problem."

"Did you find something?" you dare to ask.

"These spark plugs are kaput. Like, 'not even a necromancer can bring them back' kind of kaput."

"The guy said they were fine!" you exclaim, "I knew I shouldn't have gone back to that place. Probably just took my money and laughed."

The man finally stands up and winces.

"And your alternator is on its last leg," he says with a grimace, "Even if you could get it to start, I wouldn't go more than five miles in this thing."

"Great. That's just wonderful," you sigh, shaking your head, "Well, thank you for looking. It'd have taken me forever to figure that out. Google only goes so far."

"No problem, wish I had better news for ya," he says, wiping his grease-tinged hands on his jeans before extending one towards you, "I'm Arthur, by the way."

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Arthur."

"Nice to meet you too."

Despite your frustration, you couldn't help but grin. As Good Samaritans go, he was quite a handsome one. Something in the back of your mind whispered that you had seen his face before, but you couldn't place when or where.

Before you could speak again, a bolt of lightning strikes just across the harbor, followed swiftly by a crash of thunder.

Arthur looks off to the darkened horizon, his expression souring with concern.

"Storm's coming in fast," he observes, the sea breeze blowing through his long, sun-kissed hair, "Do you have someone you can call to come pick you up?"

He turn back to you, and only now do you notice just how rich and golden eyes his eyes are. For a few dizzied seconds, you forget to answer.

"Uh, not really. I'm pretty new to the area. I don't know very many people," you reply, feeling shy all of a sudden, "I can just call a Uber or something. If my service ever picks up."

"Yeah, definitely," he nods, clearing his throat, "They have a phone inside."

"Thank you again for helping me, Arthur," you say, starting to walk towards the door.

"I didn't really help, though..." he trails off, disappointment in his voice as you step past him.

Your hand is almost on the handle when he pipes up.

"Uh, look I know you don't know me, but my dad's place is just down the road from here. He's the lighthouse keeper. Him and my mom are actually away on little retreat, and I'm watching the place for them," he explains, "It's dry, warm, and definitely has a lot less drunk guys. You could wait there while the storm passes, if you wanted."

You turn back to him, trying to conceal your renewed hope, "I couldn't impose on you like that."

"Oh you wouldn't be. It's just me and the dog. He's probably getting sick of me at this point. He could use a visitor," he chuckles, "But I understand if you'd rather stay here. Strange guy at a bar invites you to a lighthouse on a dark and stormy night. Sounds like a horror movie, I know."

You laugh, and so does he, bringing some much needed levity.

"I'll bring you right back if you change your mind, just say the word," he adds, sounding truly sincere.

Almost everything in you was saying not to trust a man you'd just met, but your gut was telling you otherwise. There was more to the warmth in his eyes than just the color.

"Well, it does sound like the dog could use some company," you say thoughtfully.

Arthur smirks. "Oh yeah. There's been a Hell's Kitchen marathon on for days, and I'm pretty sure he's sick of listening to my Gordon Ramsay impression. I can't resist, love that guy."

"I might have to hear that for myself."

"Let's get you out of this weather, and we'll see what I can do about that, then," he says with a wink, "My ride is just over here."

Not even the chilled wind could overcome the warmth of your cheeks. The excitement in your chest grows with every step as you follow him across the sandy lot. The ride in question, however, soon comes into view, and the knot in your stomach tightens all the more.

"Oh boy," you say, staring at the motorcycle.

"You're not scared of bikes are you?" he questions, stepping alongside it and reaching into the black saddlebag.

"Not exactly," you hesitate, "I've just never been on one before."

He pulls out a red, half helmet and offers it to you.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall off," he replies, amused.

You look between him and the headgear a moment before taking it.

"Besides," he says, swinging his leg over the seat, "All you have to do is hang on."

With no argument to make, and rain drops beginning to sprinkle down, you pull your hair back and fasten the helmet on. You nearly lose your balance trying to throw your leg over, having to grab his shoulder to steady yourself. He didn't seem to mind; you could have sworn you heard him snicker. You settle into the seat, heart racing from being so close to him. More anxious than ever, you lightly place your hands on his back.

"All good back there?" Arthur asks, a smile in his voice.

"All good," you repeat, unconvincingly.

"Alright then," he says, turning the key.

Seconds later, the motorcycle roars to life as he revs the engine. Arthur eases the bike back slowly, pivots out of the lot, and eases it up to the main road. The instant he accelerates, the force kicks you backward. You throw your arms around his torso, pulling yourself against him. Over the noise of the machine, you weren't sure if the rumbling in your ear that followed was thunder or laughter, but you figured was the latter.

With the bar now behind you, and the rain coming down harder with the increasing speed, you bury your face into his back and hold on tightly.

♆

The lighthouse comes into view just as the skies open up. Arthur maneuvers the bike up the slippery, sand driveway and quickly shuts it off. He gives you his hand as you climb off and leads you toward the house.

The helmet offers some protection from the downpour, but the wind blows the spray into your face as you squint to see. Lightning above illuminates the world like daylight as you scramble up onto the porch.

Arthur throws the front door open and lets you in first as you stumble inside the dark house. You take a few blind steps forward as he slams it shut behind him, thunder making the windows rattle.

"Man, someone must have really pissed off Thor," he laughs. His relief, however, is turned to exasperation as you hear a clicking sound followed by a sigh.

"Power's out. Awesome."

Still trying to catch your breath, you pull out your phone, struggling with wet fingers to use touchscreen. Finally the flashlight turns on, and Arthur throws his hand up over his eyes as you accidentally shine it right at his face.

"Sorry," you pant, pointing it down.

"No worries. That's a good idea, actually. I always forget about this thing," he remarks, grabbing his own phone and doing the same, "One second, I think Pops has some candles in the kitchen."

You nod as he disappears into the next room. Now remembering the dripping helmet on your head, you release the strap with your free hand and set it down on the mat beside the door. A shiver goes through you from your soaked clothes. You point your phone about the shadowy room to get your bearings, admiring the otherwise cozy living area. As you sweep the light downward, something large and metallic glints on the coffee table in front of the sofa and catches your eye. You move closer to get a better look, and then your heart drops to your feet. Lying beside a bag of jerky and the TV remote is a massive, gleaming trident of gold. A memory flashes through your mind of an article you'd seen weeks ago, with a fuzzy photo of an alleged aquatic hero holding a weapon just like it. The pieces come together all at once as you realize the identity of your host.

The very next second, you hear Arthur's approach. He returns with a lit candle in each hand and a blanket under his arm, only to find your expression of complete and utter shock.

"You...you're..." you stammer.

"Oof, I knew I forgot to put something away," he cringes, "My bad."

"You're the Aquaman," you gape, finding the words.

"Surprise," he says in a sing-song voice, flashing a nervous smile, "Yeah, I never really know how to bring that up.

You stare at him dumbfounded as he places the candles on the coffee table. "I can't believe it. Aren't you supposed to be like...well, in Atlantis or something?"

"I was, earlier this morning. Just about died of boredom in council meetings," he says matter-of-factly, proceeding to talk as if he had a desk job, "I'm kinda part-timing right now, between land and sea. It's complicated. I'm still new to the whole 'king' thing. Don't have all the kinks worked out yet."

"I'd imagine," you breathe, your mind still reeling.

"Here, figured you need this." He holds out the blanket, completely unphased by the previous subject, "Do you drink tea? I can make some for you."

You take the blanket and chuckle in bewilderment. "Um, sure. That would be great," you answer, "Thank you."

"One tea coming up," he smiles, "Uh, just make yourself comfortable, I'll get the fire going here a minute, after I find the dog. Pretty sure he's hiding under Pops' bed upstairs. He's terrified of storms. Ironic right? Lighthouse keeper's dog afraid of a little water."

"I don't blame him this time," you say, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, "I think you were right about Thor."

As if on cue, another boom of thunder shakes the walls. You both burst out laughing.

♆

A few minutes later, you find yourself sitting on the floor in front of a roaring fire with a warm mug in your hands, finally beginning to feel dry. Having been unsuccessful in coaxing the dog into joining him downstairs, Arthur settles down beside you crossed-legged, damp hair tied up, trading the tea for a can of Guinness. Your thoughts rage like the storm outside as you stare into the flames, agonizing about what you should say.

Arthur speaks a moment later, saving you the trouble.

"Sorry about the power. I'll call you that cab as soon as it comes back."

"That's okay, I'm not in a hurry," you reply.

You look over at him hopefully, meeting his piercing gaze for as long as you can. Mere seconds pass before you bow your head, heart racing while you repress a smile.

"I'm uh, sure you've got some questions about all this," he ventures, rubbing the back of his head.

"Honestly, with the night I've had, meeting 'Aquaman' is par for the course," you smirk.

"I didn't mean to spring it on you like that. I guess you can understand why I don't lead with the whole King of Atlantis thing. Kinda makes it hard to keep a conversation going once people know you 'can talk to fish.' They don't really see you the same after that."

"Yeah, I think I'd probably keep that to myself too," you agree, the awe returning full-force, "Still, it must be amazing. I mean, you're basically ruler of the ocean, right? Or is it just Atlantis?"

"Eh, I mean there's the other kingdoms-"

"There's more?!" you blurt out, wide-eyed.

"Oh yeah. Xebel, the Fishermen, the Brine, a couple of defunct ones no one wants talks about. We got a few."

"And you're the ruler over all of them?"

He shrugs. "More or less. I mean, they each have their own ruler. But then I'm also over them? Kinda? I'm still figuring crap out, they didn't exactly give me a rule book on my first day. Plus I have to answer to this royal council and they've got sticks up their butts about everything I do and say," he groans, rolling his eyes, "I like to consider myself more of a 'protector of the deep' than a ruler. Sounds more cool, and less like an old fart with a crown."

You giggle, hanging on every his every word.

"And with this bad boy right here," he says, reaching behind him and patting the trident, "I command all life in the sea. The animals anyway. Between you and me, that's the best part."

"You definitely have a cooler job than me," you beam.

"It definitely has its perks. But most of the time, I'd rather be here," he sighs, punctuated by a swig of his beer.

A visible sadness washes over him as he looks into the fire.

"You aren't from Atlantis?" you question.

"No, I was raised by my father. My parents met on accident. My mother was queen of Atlantis, and she ran away from her not-so-nice guy fiancé. She got lost in a storm, and my father rescued her. They've always said it was..."

Arthur stops and turns his gaze towards you, realization in his eyes.

Your heart skips as you understand. "Fate?"

He nods thoughtfully. "Something like that."

You blink, letting him go on.

"Anyway, I know I have a calling to the sea, but the land is always going to be a part of me, you know?" His expression softens. "Here, I've always found everything I need."

His words linger in the air between you. You look down at your hands, your chest pounding.

He clears his throat. "Sorry, I know that was a lot of info."

"Just a little bit," you reply teasingly, "But your secret's safe with me, Arthur. I promise. I've got no one to tell anyway."

"Don't worry, I trust you," he says, waving his hand, "It's actually nice to have someone else to share it with."

"I'm honored that you did. I know it's not the same, but I do understand what it's like to feel that you don't belong," you confess, "I didn't fit in my 'kind' either. Moved out here to start over. I guess you could say I'm still trying to figure some crap out too."

He pauses in thought second before responding, "Do you mind if I ask you something, Y/N?"

"After everything I've asked you? I'd say it's definitely your turn," you chuckle, taking a sip of your forgotten tea.

"I saw you at the bar before you went outside. I couldn't help but notice that you were there by yourself..."

"You noticed correctly. I was supposed to meet someone for a date, but after saying he was on his way, he never showed. I tried to text him, but he blocked me. I don't even know why."

"Nothing like being stood up at some backwater bar," he concludes, frowning, "Well, screw that guy. He's a bum."

"Yeah, I figured that out too late," you agree, then give him a knowing look, "The evening wasn't a total loss. I did meet you, after all."

"That's true," he concedes, playfully stroking his beard, "I may be a half-breed rookie king, but I'm not a bum."

You snort and gesture to the television set on your right, "So much for your marathon though, huh?"

"Ah, that's alright. They were all re-runs anyway."

You raise your eyebrow. "Think I could still hear that impression?"

He holds a finger to his chin in mock deliberation, "Hmmm, have I had enough to drink for that?

"I don't know, have you?" You lean in with anticipation.

He flashes a sly grin. "Of course I bloody have," he declares in the most hackneyed attempt at a British accent you'd ever heard, "And you better listen up, because I'm about to tell you everything there is to know about how to cook a bloody good flounder."

Your sides ache with laughter as he continues to go on a tangent about how to properly sauté shallots and season the perfect demi-glace. The voice sounded nothing like the infamously tempermental chef, of course, but you still thought his attempt was cute. By the time he was yelling at his invisible staff for serving him raw fish, the storm outside had passed, and neither of you noticed.

As Arthur went to light the stove to warm up some "gourmet" SpaghettiOs, still boisterously carrying on as Chef Ramsay, your excited thoughts returned to the story about his parents. You couldn't help but wonder about your own stormy night, the man you had met, and how much of a hand fate had played in it. The horizon seemed so much brighter than before, and for the first time ever, you were grateful to have bought that car.

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

In Time (Part 3 of "In My Sister's Place)

Based on this request: Hello, would you consider a mini sequel to In My Sister’s Place, where she arrives at the surprising Jareth, arriving sooner than he expected. Please and thank you

Here you are, lovely! My apologies for taking so long! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine.*

Part 1, Part 2

Fandom: Labyrinth

Warnings: Fluff, AU-ish.

Pairings/Characters: Jareth the Goblin King x fem!reader

Two years. That was how long had passed since you and Jareth had confessed your love for one another. You had chosen to remain in your world until Sarah and Toby were just a little older. Jareth, while upset, understood and agreed to wait for you for a little while longer. You didn't give him an actual timeline, telling him he would know when you were ready.

       Jareth, for his part, visited you as often as possible along with a few goblins. He could never stay too long as the Aboveground made his powers slightly weaker. He was needed in the Underground with his people. Jareth told you he brought them because they begged, but you were sure it was because he wanted you to get used to each other as you soon would be, in his words, their queen. Sometimes, when Jareth was feeling generous, the little goblins would visit on their own. That was how you got the idea to at least try to surprise Jareth. 

During a visit with the goblins and Hoggle, they told you that Jareth was planning a ball to celebrate some milestone or other(you’d forgotten what exactly). That was when you got your idea. You were going to the ball without Jareth knowing. Or at least that’s what you hoped to do. You weren’t sure how you could without using his magic, but you’d decided that it was time to finally join him in his realm. After all two years for you was probably a lifetime for the Goblin King and you knew he missed you as much as you missed him. 

As you prepared yourself for the night to come, memories of your time in the Labyrinth flooded your mind. You still got shivers whenever you thought about how Jareth had held you that day in the ballroom. A hundred years could pass and you probably would never forget it. Luckily, you would soon be in his arms every day.  

The night of the ball, a few of the younger goblins had managed to convince Jareth to let them visit you. When the magic took them back was when you would join them and, hopefully, surprise your love. Your stomach was in knots as you waited. Would Jareth be angry? Or would he welcome you with open arms? You were still unsure about the whole “being destined for a Fae” thing. Shaking off your insecurities, you took the hand of one of the goblins as they began fading from the room. 

When you looked around once more, you were in the castle you’d left behind so long ago with your mask held in your free hand. The goblins motioned for you to put the mask on before leading you to the ballroom. When you entered, you were easily able to spot Jareth. After all, he stood taller than most of the goblins and the few others there. Fae you assumed, did not share his unique personal style. 

As if your presence called to him, Jareth turned his head slightly. His gaze found yours and you swore his entire face lit up. He didn’t even offer an apology as he left his current conversation and made his way over to you. You giggled to yourself when he approached. “Do my eyes deceive me or has my vision truly been blessed tonight, my love?” 

“What was the point of wearing a mask?” you asked out loud. Jareth laughed. “Mask or no, no one can come close to your beauty. You are more radiant than any diamond.” You felt yourself flush at his words. “May I have this dance?” he asked, offering his hand. You took it and let him pull you close. A happy sigh escaped you. 

“I missed you,” you confessed. Jareth held you even closer. “And I you. Have you come to stay?” he asked, his voice full of hope. You smiled at him. “I have. If you still want me to.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “A thousand lifetimes could come and go and I will always wish for you to be by my side, my queen.”

Words faded while you and Jareth circled the floor of the ballroom, his steps confidently leading your not-always-graceful ones. Between dances, Jareth introduced you to the other Fae and some goblins you had not met. You had been worried the others of his kind wouldn’t like you, but they were surprisingly kind to you. All Fae took the meeting of mates very seriously. 

The ball lasted several hours, but despite your sore feet, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You felt like you were where you belonged. In Jareth’s arms. As the ball began winding down, sleep seeped into your bones. “Tired, precious?” Jareth whispered in your ear as you bid goodnight to the last of the guests. You shook your head as a yawn tried to force its way out of your mouth. 

“You need rest.” You shook your head again and clung to him. “You need not worry, Y/N. I will not go far and we have, after all, all the time in this world and the next to be together.” You didn’t argue and let Jareth lead you from the ballroom to the room you assumed would be yours. When he tried to leave, you gently grabbed his arm. “Stay?” He beamed at you and nodded. “Very well. If it means you will sleep.” He tapped your nose before you walked over to the bed. You didn’t care that you were still in your gown. You just wanted sleep and Jareth. 

Jareth did care, however, knowing that you would not be comfortable. So he helped you find something suitable to wear(turning away when you changed) and changed his own clothes before joining you in the bed. As you snuggled close to him you were happier than you’d ever been.

(a/n: I hope you like it and that it ties up the series in a nice little bow for you!)

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[galaxy-lilies]

a bit of a crack, horror-comedy convexian au where convex invite people to their mansion to sacrifice them to appease the vex and it just so happened that grian is their latest victim. what they don't know (yet) is that grian isn't quite human.

the whole mansion is set up like cub's torture labyrinth but with some of scar's flair. it's one hell of a night for grian, but he manages to kill them and escape. though when he killed them, he didnt expect to be haunted by the duo. mumbo was already worried seeing grian come back home covered in blood but now hes even more concerned hearing grian's side of the conversation as the watcher talks to the ghosts.

[a-strange-inkling]

Haunted bookshop AU for the thing <3 <3

this has awakened things in me! 📚 👻

• chrissy desperately needs an after school job to earn enough money to get away from her mother. she applies at all the small businesses along main street. she gets a few call backs, but none are as peculiar or intriguing as mayflower books, a small antique bookshop that does not bear any resemblance to its fresh, springy name.

• the bookshop is old, disorganized and completely stuffed full. dusty books stacked haphazardly in every nook and cranny, shelves bursting at the seams. with all the stacks, it’s like a labyrinth, there’s a few hidden rooms and reading corners. her mother would hate it. but there’s something warm and cozy about the place that chrissy can’t explain when she comes in to meet with the owner. something that makes her accept the job and take the afternoon shift from three to eight o clock.

• the owner is a sweet old man who’s so happy to have such a nice girl like chrissy to bring some new life into the place. he’s slowing down in years and would like to have his evenings off, but he couldn’t bare leaving the shop all on its own. he seems to really love his store. he talks about it like it’s a person rather than just a building. the arrangement is perfect all spring and summer long. chrissy greatly enjoys running the front desk, exploring the shop, and finding new books to read. it’s the perfect place for her to escape and hide from her life. she slowly starts to fall in love with it too. mr. munson’s right. there’s a warm presence that always makes her feel so happy and at home.

• however, thing change when autumn rolls around and the days get shorter. chrissy’s a little frightened of the dark. the hour before closing she starts to hear noises, books falling over, strange whispering sounds. it goes on for awhile until one night she’s so scared she begins to cry. one of the ghastly noises makes her duck under the desk. there’s someone in the shop with her. she knows it.

• and then there’s a gentle knock on top of the desk and she finds a boy standing there, well a young man. just a few years older than her maybe. and yes, he’s a little scary, with long wild hair and a big leather jacket, but when he smiles chrissy isn’t so frightened anymore and feels a little silly about it. he asks her why she’s so upset and she tells him about the noises and that she feels like she’s going crazy. she thinks the place might be haunted. he laughs, “oh yeah? do you believe in all that? ghosts?”

bonus:

• she whispers that she doesn’t know, a little flushed. but she likes the sound of his laugh, it reminds her a little of mr. munson’s. she asks the strange boy if she can help him find anything. he laughs again, telling her that he knows his way around. his uncle’s the owner and he used to help him run the store when he was a kid.

• chrissy is fascinated. mr. munson never mentioned a nephew before, but then, he is a private, quiet man. he doesn’t say much of anything. the boy tells her his name, eddie, and chrissy promptly replies “i’m chrissy.” he nods bashfully, like he already knew that. he tells her he’ll stay with her and help her close up, if she wants. he knows absolutely everything about the store, that it used to be called munson books, but mr. munson changed the name to mayflower books after his wife, may passed away. eddie excitedly shows her even more secret places and passageways that she didn’t even know existed. he digs around and finds her book titles that he thinks she might like to try too. it’s like he knows all her favorite authors and genres.

• chrissy begins to look forward to closing time now. eddie stops in every night so she won’t be scared or alone. he’ll help her tidy up and sort the shelves. she never hears the noises or whispers when he’s around, he makes her feel so safe. sometimes they just sit and read together, other times they’ll talk until chrissy’s voice is hoarse. to her amazement, she feels herself falling for him.

• it’s of course, quite a horrible shock when she discovers that mr. munson’s nephew was murdered several years ago.

[screaming-universe]

Day 2 of @buddietommy-week: Bodyguard AU

This is a sketch that I'll complete later ^^ Like yesterday's drawing it's for a fic I've been writing, where Buck is a burglar, Eddie the son of a duke and Tommy is Eddie's guard. Under the cut there's a snippet that goes together with the sketch.

Tommy came around yet another bend of this labyrinth, one he had not been in yet, he was fairly sure. It was getting lighter, not the flickering light of torches but the more steady light of the sun. He would have slowed down, weary of being blinded by the light but then he heard gasps, harsh breaths. And they sounded just like Lord Edmundo. There was a low voice talking to him, murmuring; probably his captor, maybe his torturer. Tommy threw away all caution and stealth: he started running, just as his lord shouted something. Around another bend and he was in a natural chamber of the cave system, half open towards the outside world. There, in the morning sunlight streaming in, lay Lord Edmundo. He was not alone, as Tommy had known by the second voice. But the man between his legs was not his torturer and the gasps Tommy had heard were not of pain. No, instead they were kissing deeply, the strange man's tongue shoved into his charge's throat by the looks of it. They had not noticed Tommy yet but he could not stop the "My lord!" that escaped him. Though before the abductor could assess the situation - or indeed withdraw from Lord Edmundo's body, as Tommy was very much trying not to notice - Tommy had closed the distance between them and put his sword against the criminal's throat. He looked up with him with wide blue eyes, a shocked expression that morphed into something like determination and if Tommy did not know better, he would say that the young man tried to shield Lord Edmundo with his body. But why would he? He belonged to the criminals who had stolen Tommy's charge in the first place. "Sir Thomas!" Lord Edmundo finally gasped out, even more flushed than he had already been. Tommy knew that he himself was blushing: in all the years of his service, he had only ever caught the lord in a compromising position once and that had been nearly ten years ago. Despite everything, his charge still tried to go with the all-time classic that had never worked even once: "It's not what it looks like?" At least he had the decency to sound so uncertain that it came out as a question, cringing badly as he said it. The rogue himself snorted and looked down at Lord Edmundo with a smirk. "Oh sweetheart," he drawled. "I think this is exactly what it looks like." Then he had the gall to wink at Tommy, despite having a sword to his throat.

[marshthemarsh]

Another idea for the pjo x dc au that takes place before the events of the battle of Manhattan but after the battle of the labyrinth, also for dc it is set after death in the family

Nico di Angelo being led by ghosts to a city that feels like death, that feels like he was back in the underworld, the threat of violence and danger hanging over the air and Nico finds himself in Gotham city. A perfect place for the child of the dead to practice his powers.

Now Nico knows about this place, sort of, he's heard the kids in Hermes cabin talk about Gotham and the vigilante that resides there. Batman and Robin.

Of course the older kids in Hermes cabin would tell them about batman but those older Hermes kids are mischievous and enjoy scaring the younger campers, they would tell the younger campers about how terrifying the batman was, how he was a creature that Hades had made to fight against Zeus but the creature somehow escaped the underworld and now stays in Gotham. How the creature used to have a child that never aged but was taken from him either by the gods or something else that makes the batman have a dislike for anything that's not human, demigods included.

To say Nico was nervous about being in Gotham was an understatement, he didn't want to be in a place where there was a potential ancient Greek monster stalking around the city and what if the batman was created by Hades?? Would it attack Nico or return him to Hades or worse back to camp half blood?

Nico ended up staying in Gotham for an hour or two before leaving the city, he heard enough from multiple random passersby about batman and Nico does not want to stay so he goes into the next city that was close to Gotham and the city he ended up in felt so much worse.

Nico ended up in Bludhaven, Gotham's sister city which is arguably worse than Gotham, unlike Gotham Bludhaven was bright and more city-like than Gotham's old Gothic style. Although Bludhaven was bright there were plenty of dark corners for Nico to hide in and when Nico summons/talk to ghosts about if there's any vigilante in Bludhaven that he should be aware of, most of the ghosts he summoned were old and lived in Bludhaven all their life so when he was told 'no there is no vigilante in Bludhaven but there are in Gotham' Nico took it at that and decided not to look more into it.

Unfortunately for Nico there was a vigilante in Bludhaven and Nico had caught his eye.

Nightwing trying to help this very clearly homeless kid who reminds him so much of his younger brother who had just recently died but Nico doesn't trust anyone especially someone who can blend in the shadows just as easily as Nico could.

Is this idea going to be a fic? Maybe if I turn my last pjoxdc post into a fic I'll add this into it

this idea also isn't as thought out as the other post