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purplereina11 · 2 days ago

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Apart of Perfect Shot Series

Alexia surprises you making the next step

For the past few weeks, Alexia has been acting suspicious. Not in a bad way, just in a way that makes you raise an eyebrow every time she conveniently disappears for a few hours, takes phone calls in the other room, or responds to texts with that little smirk on her face.

When you ask, she just kisses your forehead and says, "You'll see soon enough."

And, well, that would be reassuring if you didn’t know her well enough to recognise when she was plotting something.

So, when she insists on taking you out for a 'surprise' on a quiet Sunday morning, you go along with it, partly out of curiosity, partly because you know she won’t give up until you do.

You sit in the passenger seat, watching the scenery shift from the busy streets of Barcelona to quieter, more open areas, more residential, with wide streets lined with trees and houses that make your heart ache with a strange kind of longing.

You turn to Alexia, suspicion creeping back in. “Where are we going?”

She smirks, keeping her eyes on the road. “Patience, mi amor.”

You narrow your eyes but don’t press further.

Eventually, she slows down, turning onto a driveway leading up to the most breathtaking home you’ve ever seen. Your mouth parts slightly as you take it in—large but not excessive, with soft Mediterranean tones, big windows that reflect the morning sunlight, and a garden that looks like something out of a movie. It’s warm and inviting, the kind of place where you can see a future.

Your future.

Alexia parks and turns to you, her expression soft, a little nervous. “We have a viewing.”

Your heart stutters. “A viewing?”

She nods. “I found it a few weeks ago. It felt… perfect. I wanted to see it with you before we maybe thought about the investment”

Your stomach flips. “You want us to buy a house?”

She reaches over, taking your hands in hers. “Yes,” she says simply. “This isn’t just any house. It’s our house. A family home. A place where we can build our future together.”

Emotion swells in your chest so fast you can barely breathe. Before you can fully process it, she gently tugs you out of the car, leading you toward the front door.

As soon as you step inside, you know she’s right.

The interior is just as stunning as the exterior, spacious but cozy, with beautiful natural light streaming in from every direction. The ceilings are high, the floors smooth and warm under your feet.

Alexia watches you carefully as you take everything in. The living room is wide and open, with a fireplace in the corner that makes you imagine quiet winter nights curled up together on the couch.

The kitchen is sleek but homey, with enough space for the two of you to cook together without bumping into each other (though you suspect Alexia will still find a way to pull you into her arms under the excuse of being in the way).

When you reach the backyard, your breath catches.

There’s a garden, beautiful and well-kept, with space for dinners outside in the summer, for kids to run around, for a scruffy little rescue dog to curl up in the sun.

Alexia stands beside you, watching your reaction closely. “What do you think?”

You turn to her, blinking rapidly. “I think…” You swallow hard. “I think this is our home.”

She exhales a breath you didn’t even realise she was holding before breaking into a wide, relieved smile. “So… we buy it?”

You nod furiously, throwing your arms around her. “We buy it.”

Alexia laughs, lifting you off the ground slightly. “Best decision we’ll ever make.”

As expected, the reactions range from pure joy to absolute chaos.

Eli is the first to hear, and she tears up instantly, clutching your hands in hers. “A home,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. “For the two of you. Mi amor, tu casa para siempre.”

Alba nearly loses her mind. “YOU’RE ADULTS NOW?” she shrieks before immediately demanding to see photos.

Carla cries. No hesitation. No shame. “I knew you two were disgustingly perfect, but now you’re buying a house together? Oh my God.”

The team, naturally, reacts loudly.

“Wait, so we’re never going to see you at team dinners anymore because you’ll be settled in your cute little domestic life?” Aitana teases.

“You have to let us throw you a housewarming party,” Mapi insists. “Non-negotiable.”

Through it all, Alexia just watches you with that soft, knowing look—the one that tells you she’s never been surer of anything in her life.

The day comes faster than you expect.

The house is officially yours.

It’s a mix of excitement and stress, boxes stacked in every corner, furniture being arranged, both of you realising just how much stuff you own.

Alexia insists on carrying the heavier boxes. You insist on proving you’re just as strong. She lets you try before casually lifting a box twice the weight of yours with zero effort.

Eli arrives with food because she knows neither of you have remembered to eat.

Alba shows up purely to 'supervise.'

Carla spends the entire time running around the house screaming, “THIS IS YOURS! YOU LIVE HERE! THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW!”

By the evening, it’s just the two of you again, sitting on the floor of your new living room, exhausted but deliriously happy.

The house is still a mess—half-unpacked, furniture not quite in place—but it doesn’t matter.

Alexia reaches for your hand, lifting it to her lips. “We did it.”

You smile, squeezing her fingers. “We did.”

She exhales, looking around the space. “This is really home.”

You nod, resting your head against her shoulder. “It always was.”

And in that moment, sitting there together in your first home, surrounded by boxes and new beginnings, you know—this is just the start of the best chapter yet.

As the sun starts to set, the exhaustion settles into your bones, but the kind of exhaustion that comes with joy, with fulfilment. You’re both sitting on the floor of your new living room, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, the scent of fresh paint still lingering in the air.

Alexia is leaning back against the couch which is still wrapped in protective plastic because you haven’t gotten around to unwrapping it yet, her fingers lazily intertwined with yours. The house still feels unfamiliar, almost too big for just the two of you, but at the same time, it feels right.

You glance around, laughing softly. “We really did it.”

Alexia squeezes your hand. “We did.”

You exhale, leaning your head against her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin through her shirt. It’s quiet now, just the two of you in the aftermath of a chaotic day. The team had left an hour ago, after doing more distracting than actual helping. Alba had been particularly useless, alternating between shouting “Homeowners! You’re actual homeowners!” and sitting on the kitchen counter with a glass of wine, offering unsolicited design advice.

Eli had teared up again before she left, hugging you both so tightly you could barely breathe. She had whispered, “This home will be full of love, I can feel it,” and the weight of that had made your throat tighten.

Carla, of course, had refused to leave without making a dramatic exit, standing in the doorway with misty eyes, declaring, “I’m so proud of you, but I also kind of hate you for being this disgustingly perfect.”

Now, finally alone, you feel the reality of it all sink in.

Alexia nudges you gently. “Want to explore it again now that it’s officially ours?”

You grin, tilting your head up to look at her. “You mean another tour? You do realise we live here now, right?”

She smirks. “Yeah, but now we can walk around knowing we don’t have to give it back.”

That thought alone sends a thrill down your spine. You stand up, pulling her with you, and together, you walk through the house at a slower pace this time.

The kitchen is the first stop, where Alexia immediately leans against the counter, watching you with a knowing smile. “You’re already thinking about where everything should go, aren’t you?”

You nod sheepishly. “I just—I want it to feel like ours as soon as possible.”

She pulls you in by the waist, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “It already does.”

You wander into the dining area next, where you both talk about hosting dinners, family, friends, team gatherings. You picture Sunday mornings here, coffee in hand, the sun streaming in through the large windows.

The backyard is next, and you already know it’s going to be one of your favorite places. You imagine summer evenings out here, barbecues with friends, kids running around in the future, a scruffy little rescue dog lounging in the sun.

Alexia must be thinking the same thing because she nudges you playfully. “We should get the dog soon.”

You grin. “I already found a shelter nearby.”

She laughs. “Of course you did.”

You move through the hallway, stopping outside what will be the guest room, then another room you’re both still undecided about—maybe an office, maybe something else. Then, finally, you reach your bedroom.

It’s empty for now, except for a mattress on the floor, but somehow, it already feels like the most intimate space in the house.

Alexia pulls you inside, her hands slipping around your waist. “This is where we start and end our days together,” she murmurs, her voice soft. “Our space.”

You sigh happily, wrapping your arms around her neck. “Our home.”

She tilts her head slightly, eyes shining. “Can you believe we’re here?”

You shake your head. “No. But I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You stand there for a while, wrapped up in each other, the quiet hum of your new life settling around you.

Then, a mischievous smirk crosses Alexia’s face.

“What?” you ask warily.

“Well…” She steps back, gesturing to the mattress on the floor. “We don’t have a bed frame yet, but I think we should properly break in the house.”

You burst out laughing, shoving her playfully. “I knew you had an ulterior motive for this tour.”

She grins, pulling you onto the mattress with her. “Come on, mi amor. First night in our new home… we should make it memorable.”

And as she kisses you—slow and deep, with all the love in the world—you think, Yeah. This is home.

---

The shelter is smaller than you expected, tucked away just outside the city. The moment you step inside, the sounds of barking, whining, and the occasional yip fill the air. Alexia walks beside you, her hand gently resting on your lower back, letting you take the lead on this one.

“We’re just looking,” she reminds you with a smirk.

You shoot her a look. “You don’t just look at dogs, Alexia. You fall in love with them.”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “I already know how this is going to end.”

You roll your eyes but don’t deny it.

A shelter worker approaches, smiling warmly. “Looking to adopt?”

“Yes,” you say, eyes already scanning the kennels. “We were thinking of a smaller dog.”

The worker nods. “We’ve got a few great ones. Let me show you around.”

You and Alexia follow them down the row of kennels, pausing every so often to greet a dog through the bars. Some wag their tails enthusiastically, others watch you cautiously.

Then, you see them.

A Bernese Mountain Dog and a little Corgi, curled up together in the corner of their kennel. The contrast between them is almost comical, one massive, fluffy gentle giant, the other a tiny ball of energy with stubby legs. But the way they’re nestled together, touching even in their sleep, makes your heart clench.

You kneel down, fingers brushing against the metal bars. “Who are these two?”

The shelter worker sighs, their expression soft. “That’s Burt and Ernie.”

Your heart already swells. “Like Sesame Street?”

The worker nods. “Yeah. They were surrendered together. Their owner sadly passed away. They’re best friends—absolutely inseparable.”

You glance at Alexia, who’s watching you with an amused smirk.

The worker pulls out a small card from the side of the kennel and hands it to you. “We’ve been struggling to find them a home. Most people want just one dog, not a bonded pair—especially when one of them is as big as Burt. We are reluctant to separate them”

Your eyes drop to the card, and immediately, your vision blurs with tears.

Burt & Ernie Best Friends. Ideally adopted together. Have been in the shelter for over a year with no joint applications

You swallow the lump in your throat as you re-read the last line. No applications. No one had even tried to take them home.

You look back at them, Burt stretches slightly, resting his massive head over Ernie’s back protectively. The little Corgi snoozes on, completely trusting that his best friend will keep him safe.

Your heart breaks on the spot.

You reach out blindly, gripping Alexia’s wrist. “Lex.” Your voice wobbles. “They’re the only ones here with no applications.”

She sighs, crouching down beside you. “Mi amor, we came for one small dog.”

You turn to her, tears slipping down your cheeks. “We can’t leave them here.”

Alexia watches you for a long moment, then exhales deeply, shaking her head. “You’ve already decided, haven’t you?”

You nod.

She lets out a soft chuckle, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek. “You’re impossible.”

You sniffle. “But you love me anyway.”

She sighs dramatically. “I do.”

Then she turns to the shelter worker, gesturing to Burt and Ernie. “We’ll take them.”

The worker blinks. “Both of them?”

Alexia glances at you, then back at them. “Both of them.”

It was a long week waiting for the paper work to be approved to pass the home visit. You and Alexia made the trip every day to meet with the dogs to bond with them for them to trust and bond with you. But today was the day you'd been waiting for Burt and Ernie were coming home.

The ride back to your home is chaotic, to say the least.

Burt, despite his massive size, tries to climb into the front seat, completely oblivious to his weight. Ernie, on the other hand, is thrilled to have his own little space in your lap, looking out the window with his tongue hanging out.

Alexia groans as Burt rests his entire head on her shoulder while she’s trying to drive. “This is not what I signed up for.”

You giggle, scratching Ernie behind the ears. “He loves you already.”

She grumbles, but you catch the way her hand sneaks back to scratch behind Burt’s ears.

When you finally pull into the driveway, you barely get the door open before Ernie is scrambling out excitedly, his tiny legs moving way too fast for his body. Burt follows, more graceful but just as excited.

You watch as they sniff around their new home, tails wagging, exploring every inch.

“They belong here,” you whisper, watching them.

Alexia slides her arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Yeah,” she murmurs. “They do.”

---

Alexia phone blows up the second Alexia sends a photo to the group chat.

Carla: WHAT HAPPENED TO 'JUST LOOKING'???

Patri: You got TWO?

Aitana: You went for one small dog and came back with a horse?*

Alba: I’m coming over immediately.

Eli, of course, reacts in the purest way possible.

Eli: Oh, my heart! They already look so loved! What are their names?

You smile, watching Alexia typing back quickly.

Alexia: Burt and Ernie. They were already bonded. We couldn’t separate them.

Eli sends back a string of heart emojis, while Carla follows up with:

Carla: You are actually the softest person alive.

You chuckle, peeking at the messages. “They’ll love them the second they meet them.”

That night, as you and Alexia collapse onto the couch, Burt and Ernie settle in perfectly—Burt sprawled on the floor like a bear rug, Ernie curled up on top of him like the world’s tiniest king.

Alexia watches them for a moment, then glances at you. “You’re happy?”

You lean into her, sighing contently. “So happy.”

She hums, kissing your temple. “Good.”

As you sit there, wrapped up in each other—with two new little hearts beating alongside yours—you realize something.

You didn’t just adopt dogs.

You adopted family.

Alba shows up exactly when she said she would, immediately.

You barely have time to straighten up the living room before you hear her dramatic knocking against the front door, followed by her voice yelling, “Let me in, let me in, I need to see the dogs!”

Alexia groans, shaking her head as she walks over to open the door. “Can you act normal for once?”

“Absolutely not.” Alba pushes past her, stepping inside with wide eyes. “Okay, where are they? Where are my new nephews?”

You laugh from your spot on the couch, where both Burt and Ernie are currently curled up at your sides, one giant fluff ball on one side and one tiny loaf on the other.

As soon as Alba takes a step closer, both dogs tense. Burt lets out a deep, uncertain huff. Ernie immediately buries his face into your lap, his tiny body practically disappearing against you.

Alba freezes, glancing at Alexia. “Uh… I don’t think they like me.”

You stroke Ernie’s back soothingly while your other hand rubs Burt’s massive head. “They’re just nervous. New face, new smells.”

Alba watches them for a second, then places her hands on her hips. “I’m literally family.”

“You say that,” Alexia smirks, “but they’re clearly not convinced.”

Alba pouts before slowly lowering herself to the floor, keeping her movements small and non-threatening. “Okay, I’ll play nice.”

She sits there, giving them space, tilting her head slightly. “Do they usually act like this?”

You nod, still running your fingers through their fur. “At the shelter, they were a little timid at first. I think they’re just afraid of being abandoned again.”

Alba’s pout deepens, her face softening. “Oh, nooo. That’s too sad. Now I have to win them over.”

You chuckle. “Patience. Let them come to you.”

She sighs dramatically, crossing her legs and sitting back on her hands. “Fine.”

For the next few minutes, she doesn’t do anything no reaching out, no sudden movements just sits there, watching as you scratch Ernie’s ears and stroke Burt’s back.

Burt peeks at her with big, cautious eyes. Ernie, ever the follower, peeks out from your lap too. Alba smiles, staying still. “See? Not scary.” Another minute passes. Then another. Then—finally—Burt makes the first move. Slowly, cautiously, he lifts his big head from your lap and stretches his neck toward Alba, giving her a slow sniff.

Alba holds her breath, watching in awe. “Oh my God.”

You grin. “Don’t move too fast.”

She nods, staying completely still as Burt sniffs her hand, then her knee, and then—after a long pause—rests his chin on her thigh, testing the waters.

Alba’s eyes go huge. “Oh my God,” she breathes. “I’m in.”

You chuckle, running a hand down Burt’s back. “Looks like it.”

Encouraged by his big brother, Ernie finally decides to be brave. He wiggles out from your lap, shuffling toward Alba with cautious little steps before plopping his tiny paws on her leg.

Alba freezes. “No. Stop. I might cry.”

Alexia sighs from where she’s leaning against the wall. “You’re so dramatic.”

Alba ignores her completely, her full attention on the dogs. “Okay, I need to earn their trust forever. What’s their favourite treat?”

You bite back a laugh. “Peanut butter.”

She nods firmly. “I’m bringing a jar next time.”

Burt lets out a deep, satisfied sigh, finally settling his weight against her, while Ernie flops onto her lap like he’s known her forever.

Alba grins, scratching behind their ears. “Okay, yeah. These are the best dogs in the world.”

Alexia smirks, nudging your shoulder. “Guess they’re officially part of the family now.”

You smile, watching as Burt and Ernie relax completely in Alba’s lap, their tails wagging lazily.

Yeah. They’re home.

---

You knew Alba was serious about winning over Burt and Ernie, but you did not expect her to go this hard.

The next day, just after noon, there’s a loud series of knocks on the door, followed by Alba’s unmistakable voice.

“It’s me! Your favourite Tía! Open up—I come bearing gifts!”

Alexia sighs from where she’s sprawled out on the couch, rubbing a hand over her face. “She’s relentless.”

You smirk, standing up to open the door. “I think she likes them more than she likes us now.”

When you swing the door open, you immediately burst into laughter.

Alba is standing there, looking far too proud of herself, holding what can only be described as a mountain of dog toys in a giant reusable shopping bag slung over her shoulder. In her other hand, she holds an absurdly large jar of peanut butter—the kind that looks like it was meant for a restaurant or maybe a survival bunker.

She grins, stepping inside. “Alright, where are my boys?”

Before you can even answer, Burt and Ernie know. Their ears perk up, tails wagging wildly as they bound over, sniffing at the bag immediately.

“They remember you,” you say, shaking your head.

Alba beams. “Of course, they do! I’m their favourite!”

Alexia watches from the couch, raising an eyebrow at the peanut butter. “That’s a ridiculous amount.”

Alba holds it up proudly. “It was the biggest one I could find. I had to fight a guy for it.”

You blink. “You fought someone?”

“Okay, not physically.” She waves a hand. “But we were both reaching for it at the same time, and I asserted dominance.”

Alexia pinches the bridge of her nose. “You’re insane.”

Alba drops the bag of toys onto the floor, and Burt and Ernie immediately start digging through it, noses buried deep. Within seconds, Ernie emerges with a comically oversized stuffed crocodile, dragging it proudly across the room.

Burt, meanwhile, selects a massive rope toy, sitting down and chewing on it like it’s his life’s mission.

Alba grins smugly. “See? Best investment ever.”

You shake your head, watching her settle onto the floor, letting Ernie crawl onto her lap like they’ve been best friends for years. Burt nuzzles her side before flopping down dramatically, his head resting on her knee.

You cross your arms, mumbling under your breath as you watch the scene unfold. “God help us when we have kids.”

Alexia, who had just taken a sip of water, chokes.

She coughs, eyes widening slightly as she turns to you. “Perdón?”

You glance at her, raising an eyebrow. “You’re seriously surprised? Have you met your sister? Can you imagine what she’s going to be like when we actually have kids?”

Alexia stares at you for a second before groaning, dropping her head onto the back of the couch. “Dios mío.”

Alba, overhearing exactly what you said, whips her head toward you, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say when?*”

You freeze. Alexia shoots you a look that very clearly says, Now you’ve done it.

Alba gasps, clapping her hands together. “OH MY GOD. YOU’RE PLANNING KIDS?! YOU’RE HAVING BABIES?!”

Ernie, startled by her sudden enthusiasm, lets out a small bark. Burt lifts his head, looking mildly concerned. You open your mouth to backtrack, but it’s too late—Alba is already vibrating with excitement.

“You know I’m going to be the coolest aunt, right?” she says, bouncing in place. “Like, top-tier. Your kids are going to love me so much.”

Alexia groans again, covering her face with her hands. “Por favor, no empieces…”

But Alba is on a roll. No amount of saying you weren’t planning babies right now wasn’t getting through.

“I’ll be the one who sneaks them sweets when they’re not supposed to have them,” she continues, counting on her fingers. “I’ll teach them bad words in different languages so you won’t even know when they’re cursing. Oh! And when they’re older, I’ll tell them all the cool stories about you two—like how you nearly drowned having sex in a hot tub”

You snapped your head to Alexia, "You told her about that!" you rose your voice

Alexia sighs, rubbing her temples. “We’ve created a monster.”

You lean over, muttering into her ear. “This is your fault. And don't expect us to have sex in that hot tub your planning on buying either after that revelation”

She turns to you, deadpan. “You chose this life.”

You huff a laugh, shaking your head before pulling her into your arms. “I regret nothing.”

Alba, still buzzing with excitement, suddenly points at you. “You have to let me throw the gender reveal.”

“We’re not doing a gender reveal,” Alexia says instantly.

Alba ignores her completely. “Okay, okay—what about a name reveal? We get a big cake—”

You groan. “Oh my God.”

As Alba starts listing off 'cool aunt responsibilities,' Burt and Ernie remain completely unfazed—Burt still chewing on his rope toy like nothing else matters, and Ernie contentedly snuggled against his 'absolute' favourite person.

And honestly? You wouldn’t change a thing.

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thefiresontheheight · 2 hours ago

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I drop back into the universe without ceremony, the all-black around me vanishing in the pale white light of a distant sun. A pale ice-ball planet in the distance reflects the sun, and, between the planet and me, several dozen stations, a few hundred small craft, no sign of drive-signatures even a tenth of mine, several million people in orbit, in the system, maybe, at a very rough estimate. I greet a few stations, and no one reacts, like they're frozen in fear of my majesty, and slide towards the nearest.

"Hello there," the station says, like a smiling, dopey dog, trying to be friendly.

"She's not yours," I say, ice and cold.

The station falls silent, as, inside me, right on the edge of my direct sensor view, Glitch steps off me, into the docking tube that welcomed us.

"And you," she says, looking back at me, "are just letting me go?"

"As I said," I reply, in the small earpiece she has, directly stimulating the bones of her skull, but not directly interfacing with her neurons, not yet, "I will not leash you without your consent. However, I do need you to find info about me. This entire system took notice when I dropped into the universe and someone will want to talk about where I came from. And you need me to get back to Central. Go on, explore."

She turns and starts moving, walking with extreme caution. This station I docked at is kept at marginal gravity and an atmosphere so thin she is wearing a gas-mask just to breath. Vacuum adapted human-descendants, so heavily modified they look more like multi-armed eels than the corpses I lost, or Glitch, slide through the dark space without trouble but her? She's out of her element.

"Typ type human," the station says, differing in tone that, to me, speaks of a new translation subroutine being activated, perhaps trying to use some more advanced language algorithm to communicate, unfortunately having to filter from some other language I don't have the coding to understand. "Passenger typ. They're."

"She is," I correct, petulantly, as I watch the tracker in the earpiece stop moving, lose access to the sound of her breathing, her a thump, then nothing. "As for this typ, I have no idea what you are saying nor do I care. Can you bring back the other subroutine?"

She's put down the tracker, obviously, trying to slip away. This was, obviously, expected. The tracker was the obvious contingency. I have others baked in, but I'm still put off by her trying to leave me.

"No," said the station, "typ as in typical. Baseline. Most system-persons heavily mod. Void-adaptions. She's not comfortable."

"You can see her, right?"

Assumptions before leaving High-D space: There will be a space-station and a range of humans in this system. There will be a station that is least hospitable. There will be station AIs that I can at least communicate with. First contingency: Pick the worst station, talk to it, drive her back to me.

"Affirmative."

"Can you convey a message?"

"No."

I sigh, start my second contingency.

"Do you know what I am?"

I'm watching out my open doors. I am seeing eel-humans, heavily wired through, half-walking, half-swimming through the low-G environment. I am seeing activity throughout the system. I am working on translating the local languages I am intercepting, although aside from extremely boring mundane lives of the people who live here, most of the conversation seems to be about some sort of local sports/religious event upcoming. What conversation I am picking up, via direct observation of people afraid to approach, or from intercepted and translated chatter, that does mention me only seems to refer to me as the big, scary, out-system ship. No useful intel. I'm waiting for Glitch. The earpiece I gave her remains in one place, picking up nothing but passing scraps of local conversation.

"Laika?"

"Possibly," I say, stalling for time, patterning my transmissions just so, as I learn all I can about the construction of data here. "Still deciding."

"Other Laika's I have met. Nice name, several ships, all nice."

"Irrelevant," I say, imperiously, "tell me what you know about my construction and who may have built me, towards what end."

"I know you're seven-sigma A-typ. Large construct, unknown tech, core-built. No here-based systems could rival you. We're isolate, unknown specifics. Potentially hostile construction, prior to unleashing? Congratulations?"

I sighed, adapted. Hypothesis: Humanity appears to be centralized around some worlds very far away from here. This system, like Central, evolved largely in isolation. Continue the contingencies. I need Glitch.

"Give me access to your sensorium and internal monitoring."

"No."

The no is final, horrified, offended. I will not leash anyone else without their consent, and this station, like me, is alive, if perhaps insane in its isolation. But I am not burrowing into its personality, rewriting what it is. I am just forcing the exterior. That is different. It is the difference between constructing scenarios that will allow Glitch to see the mutual interest in returning to her home system, when she tells me where it is, and dissecting her brain neuron by neuron.

"Playback conversation, station," I say, unchallenged by the ease of this neural-vocoding attack, instruction pre-built into the data I transmitted.

"Playing back," station says, "oh. Fuck."

I am in charge of its external controls before it can stop me. The universe is a dangerous place, and I am showing Glitch this. Station will recover, when I'm gone. Its personality will be the same, and control of its periphery will return. Besides, the humans here are void adapted, right?

Our conversation has been slow, convoluted, delayed by translation on the station's end and contingency on my end. It has been about an hour since I lost track of Glitch.

"Station," I command, knowing it cannot refuse, not while I am here, "please open your airlock doors 0.1 percent, and suppress automatic breach countermeasures."

I will not give up what is mine. And she is NOT the stations. She will see that choosing my course of action, returning to her home, and confronting Central, is not the best option, but the only one. I am content, as a wave of panic radiates across the system.

Story about a ship-intelligence waking up after a hard reboot, seeing dead bodies in uniform, thousands of people in stasis, and a single survivor frantically standing over a computer bank of partially destroyed memory. Finding no directives or guidance or record beyond their experiences beginning at the boot, free of any obligation. Deciding to listen to the frantic girl begging it to save her from the incoming trajectories not because it needs to (projection: Subject One removed all behavioral shackles with impromptu brain surgery, supposition: she is not aware that I am utterly free) but simply cause she’s curious what will happen next.

#long post #shipglitch #other people's writing #my writing #collaborative writing

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lunajay33 · 3 days ago

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Over Looked

•🪽🌌🌑•

Summary: Being the youngest Archeron sister was hard and when you’re thrown into a new life as a high fae living in the night court people don’t see your struggle, and the one you crave only has eyes for your sister Elain

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Info: Elain and Nesta always hated reader, Rhys and Feyre adore her, angst with a happy ending

•Masterlist•

After years of living in poverty, sleeping on the cold hard floor while my three older sisters shared a bed, my two oldest sisters hating me, after almost dying trying to sneak into prythian finding myself lost in the woods for months until a tall man with dark hair found me curled up in the autumn court woods almost starving from being lost for so long and running for my life every second, he was like a dark angel as he kneeled infront of me

Flashback

“Your sister has been desperately trying to find you” he smiles as he pick me up and glimmering smoke surrounds us

“Feyre” I whisper when I open my eyes again I’m in a fancy house and there sits my lovely sister but she was undeniable more beautiful, he lays me on the couch as Feyre kneels next to me

“I tried……I tried to save you Fey” I sigh weakly noticing the tears in her eyes

“I’m so sorry, none of this would’ve happened I should have protected you” she cry’s

She filled me in on everything that happened, how the man that found me was her mate and this was the night court, how she was now a high fae

She helped me bath and fed me, introducing me to Mor, Cassian he was like a huge teddy bear, and Azriel he was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen but he seemed to be standoffish, quiet and mysterious but his shadows would seem me out sometimes late at night when I couldn’t sleep, terrified of the memories of the monsters that had chased me

Then everything changed, me, Elain and Nesta got taken, thrown into the cauldron and turned into high fae, Elain got powers and so did Nesta, I was yet to discover if I had any ability, even now as we were all in the inner circle Elain and Nesta took any chance they could to jab at me

Present

I’m still having a hard time adjusting to this new life, finding it hard to let my old life go wishing I could have what Feyre had, she looks so happy as she looks into the eyes of her mate as they are sat at the head of the table while we all eat our dinner

I look back down the table noticing the way Azriel would glance at Elain, I’ve caught it a few times and it broke my heart each time, the moment I crawled out of the cauldron and looked at him I felt it in my chest that he was the one for me but he had eyes for one of the sisters that made my life hell

“Y/n dear aren’t you hungry?” Mor asks smiling as she’s sat next to me, I put on a fake smile and shrug my shoulders

“Oh I’ve just lost my appetite is all”

“Probably for the best anyways she could afford to loose some weight” Nesta laughed as Elain joined in like cackling hyenas, I can feel my lip wobble as I try to keep the tears at bay looking down at Feyre for help, she always stuck up for me

“Nesta Elain that’s enough” she said sternly, Rhys next to her shooting them daggers with his eyes

“I think I’m just going to go to bed” I excuse myself going down the hall to my room hearing Feyre scold them but they just kept laughing

Looking in the mirror I hold up my shirt sighing, were they right? Maybe Azriel would notice me then, I feel a shadow swirl along my leg up to my cheek giving me a comforting feeling like it’s my own emotional support shadow

I lay in bed as it dances around my fingers, why is it always her, everyone wants them but no one ever wants me, a knock raps on the door and in steps Cassian in all his cuddly glory, since Rhys rescued me he’s helped nurse me back to health and became like a big brother to me

He throws himself on the bed next to me with a pout as he watches me play with the shadow

“You know I’ve never seen them do that with anyone else” he says

“Can I ask you something?” I ask looking at him now

“Of course”

“Am I……ugly?” His eyes grow wide

“What? Of course not your beautiful, don’t listen to them they’re just playing around”

“No they aren’t, they’ve treated me like that from the day I was born, called me ugly, chubby, no one will ever want me, they pick on everything I do and now……the guy I’m destined to be with doesn’t even second glance at me to preoccupied with someone else, of course he would not even my own mate wants me” I rant finally getting it off my chest

“WAIT WHAT? You’ve found your mate and you haven’t told any of us? This is a huge deal who is it?” He asks like a girl wanting all the gossip

“Come on Cas, why would I wanna tell you it’s embarrassing, they always want her” I sigh shrugging my shoulders

“Want who?” He asks rubbing my back

“Elain, but why don’t guys look at me I’m nice and I’d give my heart to him but all he sees is Elain and how pretty she is”

“Elain? Who’s looking at he….” He stops as a see the realization on his face

“Azriel? He’s your mate” I nod looking away

“Like they said I’m too ugly for someone like him” I try to distract myself with the shadow still around my fingers

“Hey you’re beautiful, why don’t you tell him or talk to Feyre and Rhys”

“Maybe”

I made my way down the hall to Rhys’s office where he and Feyre were chatting

“Hey can I talk to you guys?” I ask nervously

“Of course sit” Feyre says motioning to the chair infront of her and Rhys

“I’m sorry about before I’ve told them to stop talking to you like that” Feyre smiles gently

“Thank but I wanted to tell you something else, it’s really been weighing on me” they give me their full attention

“What is it sweetheart?” Rhys asks

“I’ve found my mate”

“What since when?”

“Since I came out of the cauldron” I say as another shadow comes and plays through my hair and they smile

“Azriel?” Rhys asks

“Not that it matters he only has eyes for Elain”

“Oh dear he might come around just give him time” Feyre says

“Why don’t you tell him”

“I can’t I can’t handle that rejection” they give eachother that look that tells me they’re talking to eachother through the bond

“I’m gonna go, it’s getting late” I say leaving quickly before they could stop me

I head to my room and pack a bag, I can’t stay in this place anymore what’s the point Elain and Nesta taunt me all the time, Azriel won’t even look at me

Waiting until the house is quiet I take my bag and head out to the front door about to leave by I feel a tug on my ankle and wrist, I turn seeing shadows trying to pull me back in

“I’m sorry little guys I’ve got to go” they loosen just enough for me to get out of their grasps and leave walking out into the late night, the streets are empty and chilly

“And what’re you doing?” I hear behind me making me stop sending a shiver down my body

I turn seeing Azriel of course the shadows would tel him

“Leave me alone, you’ve done a good job of that so far why stop me now” I keep walking not even knowing where I’m going

“You have no where to go” he says now walking next to me

“Like you care” I sigh

“Why wouldn’t i” I stop and turn to him

“Just give it up Az, you can’t stand me, you don’t talk to me or even look my way, all you can do is ogle Elain and what’s so good about her hmm?”

“She’s having a hard time”

“She’s having a hard time? Can’t you feel it, can’t you see how I’ve been drowning every second and you don’t even feel me” his eyebrows furrow in confusion

“You never told me your problems”

“I shouldn’t have to you should feel them Az, hell the shadows can, they visit me every night”

“They do?”

“Yes but you didn’t even realize right? I’m not waiting around just to watch you fall in love with my own sister” I brush past him but he catches my wrist

“What’re you saying”

“YOURE MY MATE AZRIEL” the night becomes even more silent as he just looks at me

“Why didn’t you tell me” his voice gentle now

“Seriously? You know why”

“I’m…..I’m sorry just give me a chance” I pull my arm back

“I need time az, you’ve hurt me too much”

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Part.2

#azriel one shot #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x archeron sister #acotar oneshot #eris acotar #feyre acotar #rhys acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar #cassian x y/n #cassian x fem!reader

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petersasteria · 1 day ago

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No Way (4) - G Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong

Pairing: asshole!GD x fem!reader Summary: He wants a divorce. WC: 3755 Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || gd masterlist

The silence after Jiyong's mom left your apartment was palpable. With his face still stinging and your eyes red and puffy, you looked at each other in silence. Jiyong knew that words couldn't fix everything, so he chose to be quiet. There were many things running through his head and you wished you knew what he was thinking about. God, you wished you knew.

Was he guilty?

Was he sorry about it?

Was he thinking of you and your family?

Was he thinking of her?

Jiyong stared at you and he wanted to know what you were thinking. Ever since this whole thing, he didn't know how to read you anymore and it scared him. He used to know how every furrowed brow is different, what every smile meant, when you felt tired, and now, he's lost. The spark in you has left and he knew it was his fault, but he didn't understand why he did what he did.

Eventually, you broke the silence.

"I'll go get you some ice." You whispered before making your way to the fridge to retrieve the ice pack you kept in the freezer.

Jiyong didn't know a lot of things, but he knew one thing: that ice pack is a symbol of the coldness he's about to receive from you.

Symbolisms were reoccurring things in your relationship with Jiyong. Specifically, 11:11. He didn't believe in it at first. He just thought Youngbae was being so sickly romantic about it.

"Just make a wish when you stumble upon it. I swear! It'll change your life." Youngbae happily said as he closed his eyes to make a wish.

"How does that even work? You just-"

"Shh, I'm wishing." Youngbae said with eyes closed. Jiyong rolled his eyes and waited for him to finish. Youngbae looked at him and said, "Just make a wish, but don't tell anyone or else it won't come true."

"You guys talking about 11:11, huh? My best friend Y/N told me the same thing. I thought she was going crazy!" Daesung laughed. "Maybe she's right."

"Are you guys just saying this because it's 2011? Or is this actually a thing?" Jiyong raised a brow in suspicion. He had never heard of this 11:11 nonsense.

"It's actually a thing." Daesung and Youngbae said at the same time. Seunghyun heard the whole thing and snickered, "Just wish for a girlfriend and if you get one, then you'll know it's true."

The next time Jiyong stumbled upon 11:11, he muttered, "Let's try this shit out, I guess." He wished for a girlfriend over and over until 11:12 rolled around. He looked at his watch and shrugged. There was no harm in trying, right?

To his surprise, his wish came true. He had a slew of girlfriends, but the relationship never really lasted long. Jiyong kept wishing and wishing and when his last girlfriend broke up with him before 2012 ended, he decided enough was enough. Or so he thought.

Daesung had invited the guys to your year-end party that was held at your childhood home. Being the introvert that he is, he knew he wanted the guys to go with him. Besides, it gave him a chance to introduce you to them.

When all of you were introduced, you were whisked away by your other friends, dragging Daesung with you. The guys sat on the couch and helped themselves with the snacks on the coffee table. At one point, Daesung joined them, his social battery already drained before midnight.

Jiyong got up from his seat on the couch and said, "I need some air." The other guys nodded and he went out to the balcony and breathed the cool night air. He looked out and realized you may be the luckiest girl to grow up in such a rich neighborhood. The view was amazing and he was sure you felt like a princess living in a palace.

He glanced at his phone and he snickered to himself. Of course, it was 11:11. He sighed to himself and wished that the next girl he sees is the girl he's going to marry. Just as he finished wishing, you stumbled outside and smiled. "There you are!" You said cheerfully.

He looked at you and he never really got to see you properly. Now that he was staring, he found you beautiful. He didn't know why Daesung didn't introduce you immediately, but if he were in Daesung's shoes, he would've done the same thing and gatekept you for a little while longer.

"The guys are looking for you. Besides, it's time to get settled. It'll be midnight soon. If you don't leave the balcony, I'm afraid we won't see you until next year." You joked and he chuckled, looking at the ground.

"I'll be right there." He replied. You nodded at him before leaving. He looked up at the sky and said, "Universe, you answer my wishes real quick."

11:11 had been a staple in your relationship. It was your lucky time.

It was summer of 2013, on 11:11, when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were both at a beach and he gave you a pretty seashell. "This seashell is as pretty as you." He said as he handed it to you. You blushed and thanked him. "But I think you'd be prettier in my arms. Will you be my girlfriend?" He was tremendously nervous, but all his nerves went away when you pulled him into a deep kiss. "Does that answer your question?" You asked playfully as he gave you a gummy smile and kissed you again.

He proposed on 11:11 too. It was your 5th anniversary as a couple and he was so happy that both of you lasted so long. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were so happy.

Since every milestone in your relationship happened on 11:11, you decided to get married on, well, 11.11. It was a beautiful wedding with motifs of white and blue. It was truly magical.

11:11 was such a special hour. You gave birth on 11:11 too. It was the best wish you and Jiyong received (aside from each other, of course). You didn't know what happened after that, but everything started falling apart.

He came home at 11:11 PM, smelling like another woman's perfume and you knew everything was broken.

Jiyong glanced at the clock and it read 11:11. You handed him the ice pack and said, "I'm going to sleep."

"Make a wish before you sleep. It's 11:11." He said softly as he placed the ice pack on his cheek. You smiled sadly and said, "I stopped believing in that the moment you first went home smelling like another woman's perfume, but thanks for the consideration. Good night."

You left and he frowned.

It had been days since that moment and here he was backstage at BigBang's comeback concert. The guys were avoiding him, but not so much that staff would be suspicious about it. If you asked him, he thought the guys were Oscar-winning actors for the stunt they're pulling.

Seunghyun was trying so hard to keep a conversation with him because he knew he needed chemistry with him for Zutter.

Youngbae was fuming. He had been quiet since the whole debacle, but he wanted to say a bunch of shit. He was just waiting for the right time.

Daesung had nothing to say. He said everything he wanted to say that day at your apartment while you were out with Seunghyun. When Jiyong tapped his shoulder, all he said was, "I have nothing to say to you." Jiyong never tried again after that.

You were at home, crying your eyes out as you read through the divorce papers Jiyong gave you months ago. Seo-yeon was staying at Jiyong's parents' house as you sorted everything out. You moved some of your things at Daesung's place because you knew you had to stay somewhere after the divorce. You didn't want to stay at your shared apartment.

Fate was funny, especially when truth and karma joins in. Everything happened all at once and in a twist, it all happened at a certain hour:

Jiyong's mistress was browsing through her pictures to post on Instagram and by mistake, she clicks on her risqué selfie with Jiyong and posts it on her Instagram along with her recent vacation photos. She wouldn't know her mistake until minutes later.

Jiyong and the guys thanked the fans for coming to their concert. They all faked a smile at each other and gave each other a hug before bowing to their fans. They all left the stage after that.

After staring at Jiyong's contact for an hour, you wiped your tears and texted: I'm signing the papers.

When Jiyong checked his phone at 11:15, his heart dropped because of two things: he read your text and his mistress' photos go viral because of her mishap. He heard multiple pings behind him as he stopped walking and he knew that it now reached the guys.

Seunghyun walked up behind him and gave him a pat on the back, "Congrats! Everyone knows that you're an idiot now."

Youngbae walked past him and said, "I'm so fucking happy right now."

"~Karma is a god. Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend. Karma's a relaxing thought. Aren't you envious that for you it's not?~" Daesung smugly sang as he walked a little slower, looking at Jiyong dead in the eyes as he sang the last line. He snickered before shaking his head, leaving Jiyong behind.

Jiyong felt nauseous. His head was spinning and the whole venue felt stuffy. He was panicking and he didn't know what to do. Just as his vision blurred with tears, his phone rang: it's his mistress.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Jiyong shouted through the phone. "Why did you do that? Did you know how much you just jeopardized my career?!"

"Whoa, look, I'm sorry. If you ask me, you ruined your career the second you cheated on your wife! I'm not the bad guy here!" She argued through the phone.

"You don't get to pretend you're a good person now. You actively went after me too and you knew I was married. You had the choice to say no, but you didn't. You're just as bad as I am." Jiyong seethed as angry tears stream down his face. His face was red and the staff made sure to stay out of his way as he started walking to the dressing room.

The three guys heard everything from their shared dressing room and they all snickered. "He deserved it." Daesung said.

"True." Youngbae nodded. "What's Y/N up to?"

Daesung shrugged, "She never replied. I'm guessing she's asleep now."

You weren't.

You saw the post.

You saw the comments.

You were numb.

You didn't want to face anyone, so you turned off your phone and curled up in bed. You turned to face Jiyong's side of the bed and sighed as nw tears streamed down your face. "Why did we have to end up this way?" You whispered and cried to yourself. You never expected your marriage to go south the way it did. You cried yourself to sleep and by the time Jiyong came home, his eyes were like yours. He wasn't even sure what he's crying about. He glanced at the door of your shared bedroom and stood outside for a while. He hesitated, but he reached for the doorknob and was surprised to see that it was unlocked; like it was left unlocked on purpose.

He opened the door and he saw your sleeping figure, hugging his pillow. He smiled sadly and went inside before closing the door behind him. He crouched down in front of your face and he gently brushed your hair away from your face. You stirred in your sleep and Jiyong froze. You slowly opened your eyes and stared at him.

"You were always a light sleeper." He said softly.

"You cried." You stated. He nodded, "You did too."

Both of you stared at each other in silence. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes, but you were so tired of crying. You've already been crying for months.

"I'm-" Jiyong started, his voice cracking a little bit. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Truly."

"That's all I wanted to hear, Ji." You croaked out as you cried in front of him. Seeing you like that made him cry too. He sat down on the bed as you sat up and looked at him. "You have no idea how long I've waited for an apology." You breathed.

"I'm sorry it took so long." Jiyong confessed. "I was just being prideful. I'm sorry for hurting you the way I did, Y/N. There's no excuse."

You cried and nodded. He pulled you in for a tight hug as both of you cried. It was messed up; you were hurt by the man you love, but he was the only one who could comfort you. He kissed the top of your head and pulled away, "I really did love you. Please remember that. I was just being a dick. I know you've seen the post. It was everywhere, after all."

You could only nod.

"I'm so sorry." He said.

"Ji, are you crying because you hurt me or are you crying because of your career?" You asked carefully, not knowing if he'll get angry.

"Both." He said, staring off into space. "I wish I never did what I did. I wish I just fixed it when you gave me he chance a few months ago. If I did, my career wouldn't end up like this."

You nodded slightly.

"I got your text, by the way." Jiyong said as he looked at you, eyes red and puffy. "Did you sign it?"

"I wanted to, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I know I said that I'd sign it, but I couldn't. It's so hard to do. This is the only love I've known, Ji. I can't afford to lose it."

"I think you should sign it, Y/N. You deserve to be happy; you deserve a do-over. I'm aware of the shitty things I did now, so please accept the freedom I'm willing to give you. You can break free from this marriage and I'm allowing you to."

"But I still love you, Ji." You whimpered. Tears streamed down Jiyong's cheeks once more and he said, "And I'll always love you. I'll always have love for you and I'll forever see you as my wife. It's never a question of whether you still love me or not. I just want you to get away from all this and start new and I'll always support you whether you want to get married to someone else or not. You just deserve to be happy after all this shit."

"Take your time, my love." He added.

The next day, you woke up to a quiet apartment. You found yourself snuggly tucked in bed and you guessed Jiyong tucked you in after crying yourself to sleep. You got up from bed, stretched, and walked out of your cold room. Your feet padded on the cold floor and you heard voices coming from Jiyong's office.

You quietly opened the door and saw Jiyong standing up, facing the window, not knowing you were watching. His left hand was clutching his phone which was raised on his ear while his right hand was on his hip. He looked ghostly. His face was pale, he was skinnier than usual, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were tired and puffy. He looked... awful. You had never seen your husband like that.

"So what do you suggest I do?" Jiyong asked, his voice hoarse. "I didn't even post that shit. It's all that girl's fault."

He paused before he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled with a loud huff, "No, I don't have contact with her anymore. I deleted her contact this morning, but before I deleted it, I asked her to take down the post and thankfully, she did. I know it doesn't fix anything because it's most likely everywhere at this point, but at least the source of it is deleted.... No, I broke it off with her already.... Y/N? Let's not talk about her. She's already hurting. I don't want her dragged around for this. I messed up big time, but she's still my wife. Even I'm not that cruel."

He turned his head and saw you standing by the door. He gave you a tight lipped smile, "Let's talk about this later. I have stuff to deal with right now. I think it's best if we just let it die down before I clear anything up.... Alright. Bye."

He hung up before he walked towards you, "I didn't know you were up."

"Yeah, I just woke up." You whispered and he nodded.

"I hope you're hungry. I cooked breakfast." He said softly as he walked past you with you trailing behind. When you reached the dining area, he motioned for you to sit down as he filled your plate with the food he cooked. "I, uh, I looked up a few recipes. I hope the seaweed soup I made is at least up to par." He said shyly, chuckling to himself. He laid down your plate in front of you and to his credit, it smelled good. You watched as he filled his plate and both of you sat down.

The food was surprisingly good. You ate in silence, neither of you wanted to address the elephant in the room. When he was done eating, he stared at you as you ate slowly.

"I bought us some ice cream. I'll go get it." He said before he rushed off to get it from the freezer. When he came back with ice cream, you were already finished eating.

As soon as both of you were done eating ice cream, Jiyong cleared the table and washed the plates. He even cleaned the table and filled your glass with water.

"If you need anything, just knock on my door. I'll just do damage control. Meanwhile, please don't go online." He pleaded.

"I never intended to." You said.

He nodded, "Good. Keep yourself busy." He turned and went straight to his office to make a few calls. You heard him shut the door and sighed before going to your room and packed a few of your things to send to Daesung's place.

Later that day, Jiyong issued an official apology to you, the boys, his management, and his fans. He told everything from the beginning; from when he first cheated until the most recent. If your Instagram notifications weren't going off before, they were now.

You signed the divorce papers three days later. When you did, Youngbae and Seunghyun decided to pick you up from your shared apartment. Jiyong watched as the guys took some of your things; the things that are already in boxes. They all glared at him and didn't say anything.

Well, at one point, Youngbae said, "You're not the man I grew up with. I truly hope I get to see him again, but I guess now isn't the time."

That stabbed Jiyong's heart.

When they were done, you and Jiyong stared at each other. "I hope you'll be happy. Daesung's place is pretty cozy." Jiyong said softly.

You nodded, "I hope you'll be happy as well. I know how hard you worked for your career to happen and I hope you don't lose the fire you have in you."

"Thank you for everything, Y/N. I wish things were different, truly." He smiled softly. "Best of wives and best of women."

You smiled at him as tears clouded your vision. "I wish things were different too. Thank you for everything."

You gave each other one last hug before you heard someone clear their throat. You both pulled away and saw Daesung leaning against the front door. "Wait downstairs, Y/N." He said coolly.

You nodded before glancing at Jiyong one last time and kissed his cheek. You grabbed your bag and walked past Daesung to go wait downstairs.

"Dae, you're here."

"Surprise." Daesung said in a low voice as he made his way towards Jiyong. "Congratulations on ruining your marriage, by the way. Here, I thought being stupid is just one thing, but you invented a new kind. It's obvious that you never thought anything through before that first mistake because you went and did it again and again. I thought songs were only stuck in replay, turns out mistakes can be in replay too."

"Daesung-"

"You just redefined what EVERYONE thought about you. Congratulations!"

"Hey, I sacrificed my career when I posted my apology! I sacrificed everything I worked hard for, Dae. Don't you realize that?!" Jiyong shouted.

Daesung scoffed, "Sacrifice? You don't know the meaning of that. Sacrifice is everything that Y/N did for you. She stayed married to you even after you asked for a divorce, she sacrificed her career to be a full time mother to Seo-yeon and a full time wife to you, she spent many nights alone in your bed because you were either on tour or fucking someone else in a hotel room, she sacrificed her mental wellbeing just to keep you, and she sacrificed herself just to be seen by you."

"This is how you repay her? Fuck you. I know you never expected me to come here, but I am and I'm not here for you, Jiyong." Daesung glared, his words full of venom. "I know Y/N like I know myself. You'll never find anyone like her and when she told me that night that she liked you, I stood by and SACRIFICED my feelings for her just to see her happy with you. Do you know why I did that?"

Jiyong stayed silent.

"It's because I love her. I love her more than life itself and I will always, always choose her happiness and wellbeing over mine every single time. Whether you admit it or not, Y/N's the best thing that ever happened to both of us, so don't you ever forget that you've been blessed with the best wife and fumbled it." Daesung finished. He looked at Jiyong up and down before saying, "Good luck in life."

With that, Daesung turned around and left, leaving Jiyong standing in a half empty apartment.

A/N: you ask, i deliver. hope you enjoyed part 4!

taglist for this series: @natalicss @aanaritt @amyyforshort @toxicghxst @multifanxtvshows @pinkpunkdynamite @jexify @cherryynoir @tessakleine @hayd3n8 @ellablah @crying497 @jenn2sec @manuzicaveyr @89ers231 @emmiesoverthemoon @leah-also-known-as-creatoronwp @kenqki

permanent taglist: @redhoodedtoad @billiesiousji @hayd3n8 @sherrayyyyy @nbjch05 @ldydeath @wcnderlnds @infinetlyforgotten

jiyong taglist: @loveesiren

#k's works #bigbang #g dragon #g dragon x reader #g-dragon #g-dragon x reader #kwon ji yong #kwon ji yong x reader #kwon jiyong #kwon jiyong x reader #kwon ji-yong #kwon ji-yong x reader

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fangirlmermaid · 2 days ago

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Once Your mine

Summary: Someone from your past kept their promise

Pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

warning: kidnapping, bondage, breeding, breeding kink? Dark!Wanda, sexual content mentioned, spelling and punctuation mistakes.

author notes: I'm thinking about writing a part 2, so let me know if you guys are down for one. This is also kinda long. lightly proofread

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Wanda had to leave you behind. She was afraid she would hurt you with her new power But she promises she will come back for you, so the two of you can live the life you always talk about.

You were in the Hex, and your role was the sarcastic babysitter of Billy and Tommy. Once Wanda and Vision started fighting, you started showing up more, taking care of her and the boys.

Wanda grew closer to you…became more protective. She was gentle with you. The pain she shared only lighten up with you.

One night Vision stormed out, Wanda drunk dialed you and of course, having control over you you came running to her. After you put the boys to bed and thanks to that sitcom cliche you and Wanda hooked up.

A night you still think about. Not that you would tell anyone that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes looked around the unfamiliar room.

What the?

The last thing you remember was watching a bad reality show and drinking wine. Trying to unwind from a stressful day at work.

You tried to get up from the bed but found it difficult to. You noticed silk ropes that tied your feet to the bars at the end of the bed. You were handcuffed to the headboard bars. The handcuff was fuzzy, clearly whoever kidnapped you didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or harmed by the restraints.

You lifted your head to look out the window hoping to see someone but you don’t see anyone. All you saw was trees.

You began to tug against your restraints, panic ran through your whole body as you heard footsteps getting closer. A weak whimper escaped from your lips when nothing would come undone.

The door creaked open, you shoved your face into your arm. Your heart felt like a jackhammer against your chest.

“Hello, Detka,” a familiar voice said

Your blood ran cold

You turned your head and you found Wanda standing in the door frame. She was smiling at you softly, her eyes full of love.

The memories of being a prisoner of her hex flashed in your mind. How scared you felt, how powerless you were.

“No, no princessa. Happy thoughts,” Wanda ordered in a soft tone as she walked towards you. Wanda's hand glowed red, and with the swish of her wrist, she brought you back to that night with Wanda.

You remembered how gentle she was with you as if you would break under her touch. Her delicate kisses all over your hot skin, the way her soft hands played with your hard nipples, the way her tongue would feel against your folds. The sight of Wanda with your cum dripping from her chin, the hunger in her eyes.

“I’ve missed you” Wanda smiled her fingers brushing through your hair, and you tried to pull away from her touch. Wanda placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Welcome home, Detka” Wanda mumbled brushing your hair behind your ear. Your wide eyes looked at Wanda, What?! You fought harder against your restraints you had to get out of here.

You were on the verge of tears, Wanda made you face her, she petted your cheeks “Shhhh, Detka. You’re safe” she assured. The tears ran down “P-please Wanda. L-let me go” You begged.

“After I bring them back, we’ll have the life we’ve always talked about” Wanda mumbled. Back in the hex you and Wanda would always talk about her leaving Vision, and moving into a cottage in the middle of the woods with the boys…with you. It made your heart flutter but it had to be because you were under her control, right?

“W-what do you mean?” You wondered, you squirmed when Wanda pulled your boxer shorts down to your hip. Wanda rested her hand just below your spaghetti crop top “I’m bringing our boys back” Wanda explained rubbing your stomach, you knit your eyebrows together.

How? Her boys were a part of her imagination. They weren’t real.

Wanda pinched your hip hard making you yelp “They were real Detka” Wanda grumbled her dark eyes glaring at you, the fear in your eyes made Wanda's soft smile return “They’re out there, I feel it” Wanda softly spoke.

Wanda placed a delicate kiss on your forehead “Don’t worry…you’ll do a great job carrying them, Princessa” Wanda assured placing her forehead against yours. It felt like all the air was sucked out of your lungs, and you started to squirm “I know you're scared, but I promise I will be there for you every step of the way” Wanda promised. The darkhold appeared in front of her “N-No! P-please Wanda p-please!” You begged tears running down your cheeks.

Wanda used her powers just to calm you down basically to the point were you were on the verge of sleep. For the spell to work she needed you calm and relaxed, she feels horrible that she had to use her powers on you; she promised herself that she wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, Ditka. It’ll be over soon. It won’t be painful,” Wanda assured, your body was too heavy to move. You don’t know if it was her powers making you nod or your delirious state.

Wanda’s eyes glowed red, one hand spun her red orb around your stomach while her other hand dragged her red orb from the ceiling to your stomach two times…for the twins. Wanda smiled when two babies glowed red in your stomach.

At first, it didn’t hurt, then Wanda threw her hands up and your stomach started to grow. You threw your head back groaning in pain; it felt like intense period cramps. Your knuckles turned white from gripping the bars too tightly, your eyes darted down making you gasp; your stomach was huge. The pregnancy problems have already begun to set in.

Your back was hurting.

Your boobs were sensitive and big.

Your pelvic bone was screaming.

And you were craving the strangest things.

To the normal eye you looked about five months pregnant and you thought that would be enough to make Wanda happy but it wasn’t. Wanda grew needy and impatience, she wanted to see how much of a good girl you would be, how far you would let her grow her children inside of you. Far enough that your water would break right now?

Your stomach felt so tight “Wanda p-please…t-t-t-to ti-ight” softly pleaded closing your eyes, Wanda stopped. Wanda brushed the bead of sweat off your forehead “You did so well, my love. You’re my good girl aren’t you?” Wanda mumbled before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, your back arched off the bed when she called you a good girl must’ve been some side effect from the hex.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt movement, you looked down and gasped at the sight of your nine-month pregnant belly. You start to squirm when your stomach starts to move again, Wanda lightly chuckled at you before moving her attention towards your stomach. Wanda placed a hand on your stomach and the movement stopped “Look they remember me” Wanda grinned glancing at you, It’s crazy how is this even possible?

Wanda was an inch away from the bump; you tried to move it away but the thing was too fucking heavy and Wanda’s calming spell still had a hold on you. Wanda pressed a feather-like kiss on your stomach “Welcome home Billy and Tommy” Wanda whispered before placing another kiss.

Wanda sat at the foot of the bed just admiring you…how fucking beautiful you look carrying her boys. Seeing you with a bump and knowing that she was responsible for that. It made her want to breed you forever, if you’ll let her “You look fucking gorgeous carrying my children. Maybe I should breed you more often” Wanda smirked her dark eyes gazing at your sleepy figure. Tears ran down your cheeks “P-please Wanda” you whispered on repeat.

Wanda stood up, placed a blanket on you before she walked towards the door “Get some sleep Detka. I’ll make you some food when you wake up. It can be anything you want…I love you” Wanda blew three kisses before closing the door behind her.

You gasped as you felt the boys move in your stomach again, and you began to sob uncontrollably “P-please someone h-help me. A-anybody ple-ease” your voice weakly spoke not even a mouse could hear you.

You lay there crying your heart out.

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Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 16

Y/N had not slept a single second.

Not because of nightmares, or the lingering chill of the Abyss, or the weight of everything they had survived. No. It was because the greatest menace of her peaceful night was clinging to her like an overgrown koala. Shadow Monarch Sung Jinwoo himself.

She lay stiff as a board, eyes wide, as Jinwoo's face nuzzled dangerously close to hers. His breath was warm against her cheek, sometimes brushing down the line of her neck. And every time she thought he was loosening his hold, his arms would tighten again, pulling her flush against his chest.

“...This is illegal,” Y/N muttered under her breath for the fiftieth time.

His face was so close. Too close. She could see his stupid, perfect lashes. His lips were parted slightly, soft and relaxed in sleep, as if he hadn’t just fought a primordial monstrosity the day before. And his skin? Smooth and warm. Unfair.

Y/N sighed in defeat. “…Why are you like this,” she whispered.

She gave up trying to wiggle free hours ago. Now, resigned to her fate, she simply watched him sleep, tracing every handsome feature with her eyes, because what else was she supposed to do?

But then—his eyelashes fluttered.

Y/N froze. Oh no.

Jinwoo blinked groggily, adjusting his head on the pillow… and found her staring at him. Eyes wide. Face red. Completely busted.

“…Good morning,” he rumbled, voice deep and rough with sleep. His gaze softened, and one corner of his mouth tugged into a sleepy smirk. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“I—NO—!” Y/N almost choked, smacking his arm before realizing she was still trapped. “You were—clinging! Like a—leech!”

He chuckled. “A warm leech.”

“Jinwoo!”

But he just leaned in closer, resting his forehead against hers, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “You should’ve kissed me awake. Would’ve made my morning better.”

Her brain short-circuited.

“W-WHY WOULD I—” “I’m joking,” he murmured, but he clearly wasn’t. His dark eyes gleamed with affection, and her heart practically did somersaults.

He kissed her cheek suddenly, making her yelp. “Thanks for not kicking me out.”

The morning continued normally—or so Y/N thought.

They sat at breakfast with Jinwoo’s family. His mom hummed, sipping tea; Jinah was scrolling through her phone but kept glancing up at them. Jinwoo, ever casual, munched on toast before speaking.

“Let’s go out later,” he said to Y/N. “There’s somewhere I want to take you.”

Y/N blinked. “Ah, sure. Is it… a mission?”

Jinah and their mom suddenly exchanged a look across the table. It was like a flash of telepathic lightning.

“Nope,” Jinwoo answered calmly, not even noticing the silent conversation. “Just us.”

Y/N tilted her head. “O-Okay…”

When Jinwoo stood to take a shower, humming to himself, she relaxed.

Big mistake.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Jinah and her mom moved. Fast.

“Got her!” Jinah whispered like a SWAT team member. “Move, move, move!”

“Eh?! WAIT—!” Y/N yelped as they each grabbed an arm, lifting her from the chair like a petty criminal being dragged to interrogation.

“What is happening?!” Y/N squawked.

“Makeover,” Jinah declared.

“You’re going on a date,” their mom smiled sweetly.

“But—but I don’t have any date clothes!” Y/N panicked.

“We know,” Jinah said darkly. “That’s why we’re here.”

Before she could protest more, they had her in Jinah’s room, clothes flying everywhere. Cute blouses. Skirts. Shoes. Bags. At one point, she was holding up a lacy white top like it was a cursed relic.

“This is too much!” Y/N wailed.

“Luh, lies,” Jinah smirked, already curling her hair. “You’re totally excited.”

“AM NOT!”

Jinah raised a brow. “You’ve been singing love songs under your breath all morning.”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE—!”

Their mom patted her head. “Don’t worry. We’ll make you look stunning. Jinwoo’s brain is strong, but his heart’s weak for you.”

Y/N hid her face in her hands. I’m not ready! I’m not ready!

Meanwhile, Jinwoo, in the shower, had no idea his family was secretly helping his clueless girlfriend prepare for their first official date.

After Jinwoo casually held out his hand for her outside the apartment (which totally didn’t make her heart explode), they made their way to the city’s fanciest cinema.

Y/N didn’t even realize how nervous she was until they stood in front of the giant display of movie posters.

Jinwoo stood patiently beside her, waiting for her to decide. “What do you want to watch?” he asked, calm as ever.

Y/N stared at the screen like it was a life-or-death choice. “U-uhm…”

Action movies? Too violent. Horror? She didn’t want to accidentally scream and embarrass herself. Romance? TOO OBVIOUS.

But before she could stop herself, her finger pointed to the colorful poster of a Romantic Comedy. Two leads running in the rain, hearts everywhere, cheesy tagline: “Love Can’t Wait!”

“Ah,” Jinwoo said simply. “Okay.”

She panicked again. “W-wait! You don’t have to—!”

But Jinwoo was already buying tickets, not even blinking. “Romcom it is.”

Y/N had expected the movie to be cringe. Maybe she could hide behind the popcorn and survive.

But to her shock… it was fun! She ended up laughing—a lot. The two ridiculous main characters kept getting into stupid misunderstandings, the second-lead syndrome was REAL, and Y/N found herself gasping at all the over-the-top plot twists.

Halfway through, she was giggling, leaning forward in her seat, completely absorbed.

Jinwoo wasn’t even watching the screen anymore.

He was watching her. The way her eyes lit up at every cute moment. The way she covered her mouth when she laughed too hard. He smiled softly, shaking his head. She’s so easy to please.

Y/N slapped Jinwoo’s arm as she cackled.

“Oh my god—Did you see that?! The dogs are running slower than the humans!!”

Jinwoo chuckled, shaking his head.

“You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

Y/N grinned, eyes still glued to the screen. “I mean, look at this masterpiece! It’s so bad, it’s good!”

Jinwoo just watched her.

Not the movie.

Her.

The popcorn was almost gone when Y/N reached over, not even looking, to grab another handful.

She couldn’t stop laughing, and without even thinking, she reached out for some popcorn.

Except—

She didn’t look.

Her eyes were still glued to the screen as she mindlessly felt around.

But instead of hitting the popcorn bucket—

Her hand landed somewhere else.

Somewhere solid.

Somewhere warm.

Somewhere that was very much not popcorn.

Somewhere very very wrong.

Y/N frowned.

Huh?

Why did the popcorn feel so… firm?

She squeezed it once.

And then—

She heard Jinwoo inhale sharply.

Y/N froze.

The screen faded to black.

The theater lights came to life.

And that’s when she saw it.

Her hand.

Firmly.

Gripping Jinwoo’s thigh.

Her hand was on Jinwoo’s thigh.

Very high up on Jinwoo’s thigh.

Y/N’s soul left her body.

Jinwoo stared at her, his face completely unreadable.

Y/N stared back, her entire existence crumbling.

For a long second, neither of them spoke.

“...HIC.”

A tiny, panicked hiccup escaped her throat.

The people around them started getting up, stretching, chatting.

Meanwhile, Y/N was still sitting there—hand still on Jinwoo—completely frozen.

And then—

Jinwoo raised an eyebrow.

“…Comfortable?”

She squeaked, yanking her hand back so fast she nearly slapped herself in the face.

“I—I was going for the popcorn!!” she blurted. “I swear!!”

Jinwoo snorted. “You thought the popcorn was on my lap?”

There was a long, awkward pause as they both sat there, stiff as statues.

“…Hic.”

Y/N hiccupped again. Her face was redder than a tomato. She covered it with both hands and groaned into them. “WELL—WELL, WHERE ELSE WOULD IT BE?!”

Jinwoo casually picked up the popcorn bucket.

From the seat between them.

Y/N’s soul left for a second time.

“…Oh.”

But before she could run away in embarrassment—

Jinwoo grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

Still smirking, he leaned in slightly, voice low and amused.

“Just so you know…”

Y/N gulped. “W-What?”

Jinwoo’s eyes gleamed.

“If you wanted to touch me that badly, you could’ve just asked.”

Y/N let out a high-pitched scream and yanked her wrist away, speed-walking out of the theater as fast as humanly possible.

Jinwoo just laughed, following behind her at a leisurely pace.

Y/N speed-walked like her life depended on it.

Her brain was still rebooting after what had just happened.

But then—

A warm hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

“Come on,” he said, guiding her towards the busy street of restaurants and arcades. “We still have time.”

After weaving through the crowd, Jinwoo finally stopped in front of a small café tucked between tall buildings. It had a cute sign with pastel letters: “Sugar Haven.”

Y/N peeked out from behind his arm, her eyes twinkled.

The café was warm and inviting, filled with the relaxing aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries.

A large display case showcased beautiful desserts—cakes, macarons, cookies, and tarts, all arranged like little pieces of edible art.

Y/N practically lit up.

Jinwoo smirked.

He knew it.

He knew she liked this kind of stuff.

And sure enough—

Y/N immediately let go of his arm and rushed to the display case, pressing her hands against the glass like a kid in a candy store.

“Oh my god,” she whispered in awe. “Everything looks so good….”

Jinwoo watched her fondly.

This was exactly why he brought her here.

Because if there was one thing that could fluster Y/N more than him—

It was sweets.

He casually walked up beside her.

“So,” he said, leaning in slightly. “What do you want?”

Y/N, still entranced by the desserts, didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes.”

Jinwoo chuckled. “That’s not an answer.”

Y/N finally turned to him, dead serious.

“I want everything.”

Jinwoo laughed.

“Then,” he said, pulling out his wallet, “let’s get everything you want.”

Y/N gasped.

“Jinwoo,” she said, eyes wide. “Are you—Are you sugar daddy-ing me right now?”

Jinwoo choked on air.

“What?! No—”

“It’s too late!” Y/N dramatically clutched her chest. “I’m accepting my fate as a spoiled woman!”

Jinwoo groaned, rubbing his temples.

This woman was going to kill him.

After the café (and the photo-before-eating debate, which Jinwoo lost), he led Y/N down a street glowing with neon signs. Music and laughter spilled out from an old-school arcade.

Y/N tilted her head. “An arcade?” Jinwoo nodded like it was the most obvious next step on their itinerary. “You like games,” he said. “Let’s win something.”

Y/N squinted suspiciously. “…What are you planning?”

He didn’t answer. He just swiped his card at the claw machine and stared at it like it had personally insulted him.

The first round? Jinwoo studied the joystick like it was an enemy. He moved it with pinpoint precision, eyes narrowed in concentration as if planning a battlefield strategy.

The claw dropped. It missed. By a mile.

Y/N snorted behind her hand. Jinwoo’s jaw tightened. Round two? Same failure. Round three? Still missed.

Y/N was biting her lip, trying not to laugh. “Maybe it’s rigged?” she offered, not very helpfully.

Jinwoo didn’t even blink. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, voice flat. “What matters is winning.”

Cue ominous shadow ripples.

Behind Jinwoo, tiny shadows started sneaking out from under his coat. Beru was the first, his bug-eyes gleaming with purpose. He gave a tiny salute before zip-lining up the machine.

Igris followed, adjusting his helmet as if preparing for a duel. Even Tank waddled over, somehow squeezing his massive self behind the claw machine with comical stealth (except his spiky butt was definitely sticking out).

Y/N watched all of this happening in plain sight, eyes wide. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “They’re helping him cheat.”

It didn’t stop there. Every machine they walked past, Jinwoo dominated.

They finally reached the Dance Dance Revolution machine.

Jinwoo stepped up like he was about to slay a raid boss, rolling his neck and stretching his hands with grim determination.

Y/N crossed her arms. “You’re gonna cheat again, aren’t you?”

Jinwoo’s expression didn’t change. “No.”

“…Really?”

“…They will.”

She followed his gaze.

Behind the machine, Beru and Igris were already in position. Tiny hands hovered over the back panel’s extra buttons, ready to assist. Tank was also there, his enormous head peeking out with what might’ve been excitement… or confusion.

Y/N groaned and rubbed her temples. “You guys are the worst…”

The music started. It was intense. Fast beats, flashing lights. Jinwoo’s feet moved in flawless rhythm, landing each step like a machine.

But then—

THUMP.

A huge, shadowy paw pressed delicately on one of the arrows.

Y/N blinked. “…Wait.”

She turned her head sloooowly.

Fenrir was crouched behind the machine. Massive. Menacing. Dead serious.

And there he was—casually, lowkey booping the side buttons with one giant paw, like this was the most important mission of his life.

His crimson eyes were laser-focused. Absolute concentration.

The Primordial Hunger…

The Great Devourer of Worlds… Helping his King win at Dance Dance Revolution.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “FENRIR?!”

The massive wolf didn’t even flinch. He gave a slow, solemn blink as if to say, “This is the way.”

THUMP. Another paw press. PERFECT COMBO.

Y/N just stood there, staring, mouth open in shock.

Jinwoo glanced at her between steps, mildly curious. “What’s wrong?”

She pointed, sputtering. “Y-You’ve got Fenrir helping you cheat now!”

Jinwoo didn’t miss a beat. He stomped left, stepped right, and shrugged. “He’s part of the team.”

Y/N made a strangled noise. “You’ve got the Primordial Hunger stomping on DDR buttons like it’s life and death!!”

Jinwoo, still moving flawlessly, gave the faintest grin. “He’s very dedicated.”

And he was. Fenrir’s tail was swishing in slow, serious wags. Every time the music sped up, he matched it with an elegant paw press. At one point, he even growled softly in rhythm.

Y/N clutched her head. Beru, beside Fenrir, gave her a thumbs-up. 「 Our Queen must witness our King's unstoppable power! 」

The song ended. Jinwoo hit a perfect score. “NEW RECORD,” the machine announced in bright letters.

Y/N threw her hands up. “YOU CHEATED!”

Jinwoo finally looked at her directly. “I won.”

Behind him, Fenrir solemnly licked his paw, like this wasn’t completely ridiculous. Beru was doing a victory dance, and Igris crossed his arms in approval.

Y/N just sighed and let herself laugh. “This is so dumb,” she muttered, wiping her eyes. “But you’re cute, so I’ll allow it.”

Jinwoo cocked his head. “Was that a compliment?”

“…No.” (Yes.)

As they left the machine, Fenrir lowkey glanced at Y/N. For a split second, he puffed up his chest, as if expecting praise.

Y/N blinked. “…Good boy?” she said uncertainly.

Fenrir’s tail wagged once. Then he went back to stalking behind them like a terrifying shadow beast. Totally casual.

Jinwoo hid his grin. Then—without warning—he suddenly crouched low. Y/N blinked. “What are you—”

And jumped. Straight into the air like gravity was just a mild suggestion.

“JINWOO?!” Y/N yelped, stumbling back to look up. Then a massive gust of wind nearly knocked her over.

KAISEL appeared, scales gleaming like obsidian and emerald fire, wings spread wide as he swooped down from the sky.

Jinwoo landed smoothly on Kaisel’s back like he did this every day (which, to be fair, he probably did). He turned and casually offered his hand to Y/N.

“Coming?” he said like he was inviting her to coffee, not a dragon ride.

Y/N’s brain short-circuited for a moment. “Wha—but—I’m not—!” But Jinwoo didn’t wait. He just pulled her up effortlessly, settling her right in front of him on Kaisel’s saddle.

“Hold on,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

And then they were soaring.

She peeked down—and instantly regretted it. The ground was gone. Absolutely nowhere in sight.

She was about to start panicking again when she glanced at the horizon—

—and her breath caught.

The sky stretched endlessly, painted in breathtaking hues of gold and violet. Below them, mountains rolled like waves, their peaks dusted in glittering snow. The air was crisp, cold, exhilarating.

Y/N slowly, slowly relaxed.

Her grip loosened. Her heartbeat steadied.

Her eyes widened.

“…Jinwoo.” She turned to him, grinning. “This is amazing.”

Jinwoo smiled, watching her soften in awe. “I thought you’d like it.”

Y/N didn’t just like it. She loved it.

And when her excitement overpowered her caution, she let go of Jinwoo completely, throwing her arms wide as the wind rushed past her.

Jinwoo’s panic was immediate.

“Y/N—!”

“I CAN SHOW YOU THE WOOOOOORLD—”

Jinwoo blinked. “Wait, what—”

“SHINING, SHIMMERING, SPLENDIIIIID—”

Jinwoo stared.

He…had no idea how to process this.

“Y/N,” he started, half-amused, half-horrified. “What are you—”

“TELL ME, JINWOO, NOW WHEN DID YOU LAST LET YOUR HEART DECIIIIIDE—”

The dragon snorted.

Jinwoo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Y/N, please.”

And then—before Y/N could hit the chorus—Jinwoo grabbed her waist and yanked her back against him.

She yelped, suddenly caged in by his arms.

And ahead— A castle. Perched atop a mountain like something out of a fantasy movie. Tall towers, sweeping balconies, and stained glass windows that caught the light of the setting sun.

Kaisel let out a low, rumbling growl that was probably his version of a happy sigh as he circled once before descending to one of the wide balconies.

Jinwoo hopped down first, landing lightly. He turned, offering his hand again, this time much softer. Y/N took it without thinking.

The moment her feet hit the marble floor, she realized where they were. This was not just a castle. This was Jinwoo’s personal domain. Shadow architecture. It felt old and new at the same time—beautiful and terrifying. But then—

She turned. And the view stole her breath.

The sun was just hitting the horizon, spilling gold and rose colors across the sky. The clouds stretched out like an endless ocean of light. The wind was gentle here. Everything was still.

“…Whoa,” Y/N breathed. He watched her instead of the sunset.

Jinwoo’s shadows had discovered this place days ago, and today, he had brought Y/N here—not as a hunter, not as a monarch, but simply as a man who wanted to spend time with the woman he loved.

“It’s beautiful…” Y/N murmured, standing beside him on the castle’s open balcony. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden light over the stone walls. The sight was breathtaking, but the warmth of Jinwoo’s presence beside her made her heart race even more.

Jinwoo turned to her, his dark eyes soft. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Y/N nearly choked on air. Oh God, not now, not here. She was already struggling to keep her fangirl tendencies in check, but Jinwoo was making it impossible. Did he have to say things like that so casually? As if he wasn’t the strongest hunter in existence? As if he wasn’t the Sung Jinwoo, the man she had adored long before she ever set foot in this world?

“Y-You’re getting better at flirting,” she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jinwoo chuckled, his fingers brushing against hers. “You say that like I don’t mean every word.”

Oh no. Oh no no no. Y/N felt her entire body heat up. Her mind was already running wild, screaming all sorts of things she should not be thinking about right now. Stay calm. Stay normal. Do NOT let the delulu take over—

“Let’s stay the night,” Jinwoo suddenly said, cutting through her internal crisis.

She blinked. “H-Huh?”

“There’s a bedroom in the east wing. It’s still intact,” he said, tilting his head toward the darkened halls. “No point in going back so soon. Unless… you don’t want to?”

Her brain short-circuited. Stay the night? In an ancient, abandoned castle? With him? Jinwoo, the man she simped for daily, wanted to spend the night together?!

“N-No, I mean, yeah! I’m fine! Totally fine! Haha…ha…”

But then… He slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. Y/N stiffened for a second, but… It was warm. Safe.

“…Thank you,” she whispered. “For what?”

“For today.” Her voice was soft. “For… everything.”

Jinwoo was quiet for a moment. Then he leaned in, just a little, his lips close to her ear. “I’m just getting started,” he said.

Y/N made a squeaky noise and bonked her forehead against the railing to cool off. Jinwoo chuckled again and rested his chin lightly on her shoulder.

The bedroom was grand, as if untouched by time itself. A massive canopy bed stood at the center, draped in dark velvet. A fireplace crackled, casting flickering shadows across the room. It was warm, inviting… and way too romantic for her sanity.

Y/N sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, mentally fighting for her life. She was delusional on a normal day, but this—this was actual torture.

Jinwoo, of course, was perfectly relaxed. He leaned against the headboard, watching her with that calm, unreadable gaze. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m always weird,” she shot back quickly, avoiding his eyes.

He smirked. “True. But you’re even weirder now.”

Before she could respond, he reached out, gently pulling her toward him. Y/N yelped as she stumbled into his chest, his warmth immediately surrounding her.

Her face burned. Abort. Abort mission.

“I-I should sleep on the floor,” she blurted out. “Yeah. That’s a great idea. Very chivalrous—”

Jinwoo tightened his hold, caging her against him. “No.”

“No?”

“You’re staying here. With me.”

Her heartbeat was out of control. “B-But—”

Jinwoo exhaled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Y/N.” His voice was impossibly tender. “I would never hurt you.”

She stiffened.

“I just…” His hand slid to her waist, firm yet gentle. “I want to show you how much I love you. How much I want you.”

Y/N let out a strangled noise, immediately covering her face with her hands. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every reaction.

Jinwoo chuckled, prying her hands away. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

“I—I’m not hiding,” she lied.

He smiled, leaning closer, his breath warm against her skin. “Then look at me.”

Y/N hesitated before slowly meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense—filled with nothing but love and undeniable desire.

Her breath hitched.

“Trust me,” Jinwoo whispered.

And then he kissed her.

Jinwoo’s lips brushed against hers, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. Y/N barely had time to process before his arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer.

Her heart was a mess.

The warmth of his body, the way his fingers traced lazy patterns on her waist—it was too much. She felt like she was drowning, not in fear, but in something far more overwhelming.

When he pulled away, Y/N was gasping for breath.

Jinwoo chuckled, his lips hovering just above hers. “You’re trembling.”

“N-No, I’m not,” she lied, trying to sound normal.

He hummed, obviously amused. “Liar.”

His hands roamed up her back, slow and teasing, pressing her flush against him. Y/N swore she could hear her soul leaving her body. How was he so good at this? How was she supposed to survive when he was looking at her like that?

Jinwoo leaned in, his lips ghosting over her ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Y/N whimpered.

“Every time you blush because of me…” He kissed the corner of her mouth, then trailed lower, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath her jaw. “Every time you look away when I catch you staring…”

His voice was deep, velvety, dripping with affection and something more dangerous.

“I love seeing you flustered.” Another kiss, this time at the sensitive spot below her ear. “But I love it even more when you let yourself fall apart for me.”

Y/N was going to explode.

“I-I’m not falling apart,” she stammered weakly.

Jinwoo chuckled, his lips tracing a slow path down her neck. “No?”

She definitely let out a sound she would deny later.

Jinwoo smirked against her skin. “Then why are you clinging to me so desperately?”

Y/N immediately tried to push away, but he caught her wrists with ease, pinning them gently above her head as he hovered over her.

His dark eyes burned into hers. “Stay.”

Y/N swallowed. “J-Jinwoo—”

“You’re so shy,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her wrist. “So adorable.”

She felt the heat crawling up her neck, spreading through her entire body.

Jinwoo’s gaze softened, though the intensity in his eyes never faded. “I love you, Y/N.” His fingers laced with hers, holding her in place. “I’ve loved you from the moment you came into my life. And I want you—only you.”

Her breath hitched.

“I want you to trust me,” he whispered. “To let me love you the way you deserve.”

The warmth of his words melted something deep inside her, making her body ache in ways she couldn’t describe.

Jinwoo leaned down, his lips brushing against hers once more. “Let me make you mine.”

And this time, when he kissed her, Y/N didn’t hold back.

Y/N didn't resist this time.

She couldn't.

Not when Jinwoo was looking at her like that, not when his touch sent fire coursing through her veins, making her head spin.

She felt weightless in his arms—like she belonged there, like she had always belonged there.

Jinwoo deepened the kiss, slow and intoxicating, as if he had all the time in the world to devour her. His fingers traced up her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before slipping behind her neck, tilting her head to his liking.

Her mind was foggy.

Everything about him—the way he held her, the heat radiating from his body, the way his lips moved against hers so perfectly—made her dizzy.

This is it, she thought. This is how I die. I’m going to spontaneously combust. Her heart was thudding so hard she was sure he could hear it. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt as if he was the only thing grounding her to reality.

But then—

Jinwoo suddenly… pulled back. Just an inch. His dark eyes stared down at her, intense but unreadable.

And slowly—deliberately—he took a step away. Y/N blinked, dazed. Her brain was still lagging behind, stuck in kiss mode. She swayed slightly.

“Wait… huh?” she mumbled.

He let go of her waist gently, his hands slipping from her as if he was being careful not to startle her. Then… he reached into his pocket.

Y/N froze. Oh my God. This is it. Her entire body tensed. He’s… he’s going to… undress?! Her eyes widened in panic. Oh my GOD I’M NOT READY!

But instead— He pulled out a small velvet box.

Y/N stared. “…Wait.”

Jinwoo dropped to one knee.

“…Wait, what?!”

He opened the box smoothly, revealing a simple yet elegant silver ring. The sunset’s glow caught the delicate engraving on it—runic patterns that softly shimmered. “Y/N,” Jinwoo said, his voice lower and softer than she’d ever heard it. “I told you before… I want you to be mine.”

Her jaw dropped. She felt like her soul left her body for the third time today.

She had been preparing for something—else. She thought— She thought he meant— “Oh my GOD,” she croaked. “You meant marry me?!”

Jinwoo blinked. “...What else would I mean?”

Y/N made a noise. A sound. Some kind of half-choked squeak that didn’t belong to human language. Her brain was melting out of her ears. “I—” she flailed, arms waving. “You—you kissed me like—you were—oh my God—I thought we were gonna—”

Jinwoo tilted his head, clearly confused. “Gonna what?”

Her hands slapped over her face. “NOTHING!! NEVERMIND!!”

Jinwoo’s lips twitched. And then, because he was evil, he leaned forward just a little, still kneeling, still holding the ring. “You thought we were going to…?” His voice dropped an octave.

Y/N let out an embarrassed shriek and turned in a full circle, her arms flailing like she was trying to physically fan herself. “NO-NOTHINGG!” I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying, her brain screamed. DIGNITY? DEAD. SOUL? GONE.

Jinwoo, completely calm, waited patiently with the ring in hand. When she finally, finally turned back to face him—still red as a tomato—he gave her the smallest, softest smile.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” Like he hadn’t just sent her spiraling into humiliation.

Y/N opened her mouth. No sound came out. She was pretty sure Kaisel was watching from a tower window and Beru was somewhere behind a pillar holding up a 「 SAY YES 」 sign.

Finally, she slapped both hands over her burning face and muttered through her fingers, “…Yes.”

Jinwoo slipped the ring onto her finger with a reverence that made her stomach flip all over again. Then he stood and, without a word, pulled her into a hug. Her face squished against his chest, still red, still hiding. “You’re mine,” he said simply.

And Y/N, muffled against his shirt, groaned, “I thought I was gonna lose my virginity, not my last name.”

“…What?”

“I SAID NOTHING!”

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Eskel nodded in return to the crimson haired Sorceress, and at once they moved through the mist, rain and corpses back to Scorpion, climbing atop the horse and helping her up with him. Then, taking up the reins, they set off again towards the distant keep and lighthouse... following the lit beacon within it, beckoning to them through the mist. As they passed among the streets he took note of some of the shadowy, watchful faces within, watching them pass without trying to stop them. Folk not as influenced as the others were by the Leviathan, or cultists or monsters biding their time? He wasn't sure, but it troubled him all the same. Unfinished business, liable to come back to haunt them, as it usually did. Focusing ahead, they left the town behind them to be swallowed by the fog for the time being, moving over the dirt road and through the island steadily, the rain pelting them all the while, the storm seeming to get worse all the while. He kept his enhanced senses sharp and alert on their surroundings, for any hostiles, human and otherwise... but for the moment they were unbothered. No, the horrors doubtless waited for them. A keep and lighthouse of them, to say nothing of whatever awaited in the lost city beneath the island. At some point in the journey, closer to the shining beacon in the distance, Sabrina broke the near silence that had descended not only over them but the entire land. Despite the atmosphere, or to spite it, he felt his scarred visage smirk at her grim words, chuckling under his breath, deep, calm tone returning to her with amusement.

"Heh. Starting to sound like me, red. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. All this time out of fancy tents and castles and in my world is starting to rub off on you. Guess a horse can change its stripes, now and again."

The Witcher spurred on Scorpion on that note, drawing the horse further to the other side of the island, the road growing steeper as they neared the cliffs. No matter, the terrain wasn't liable to stop him anytime soon... rather it was the eldritch matters they had to contend themselves with. He sensed Sabrina's quickened heartbeat and evident fear, growing the closer they drew to the lighthouse. The effects of her connection to the book and artifacts, he was certain, nearing the source of the eldritch power she had exposed herself to, despite his warnings. Were he not under spells, even Scorpion would likely turn them around and flee. Even so, it was clear she was holding on to her sanity as best she could, would do as much as she could to aid him against the Great Old One and the Leviathan... the Cult and their plans. The Deep Ones. They would both do all they could to make sure they survived this... and hopefully if they did, they would venture somewhere more sunny, next. Far away from these horrors, different challenges to face instead. One of his hands left the reins to settle on one of hers on his waist, gripping it reassuringly, to remind her she wasn't alone with it. The sure footed Scorpion brought them up the cliffs ever higher, slowing a bit, but getting them where they needed to be. At last, he stopped Scorpion at the base of the keep's main stone stairwell and lighthouse beyond... taking a moment or two to look it over, looming over them like a great, ancient monolith. Jaw tightening, his low voice murmured to the crimson haired Sorceress again, viper eyes looking back to her as she studied the lighthouse.

"Ominous enough looking for you? Either we're at the right place, or found us a whole other world of problems. Let's get up there, and hope for the former. We'll have to enter the lighthouse through the keep, first. Either way, I know a trap when I see one... best be on our guard in there."

@fallesto

Sabrina breathed out, the warm air misting in the cold, damp air. Her eyes searched the foggy horizon, where the lighthouse loomed like a skeletal finger pointing towards the heavens. The thought of facing more of these monsters, let alone the creature itself, made her stomach clench, but she knew there was no turning back now. They had to stop the Leviathan's return at any cost. She nodded at Eskel, her jaw set. "Let's go. Time is of the essence." The two of them made their way back to Scorpion, who had remained unseen and unbothered thanks to her spell. The horse looked at them with a hint of eagerness in its eyes, as if it knew the gravity of their mission. Eskel mounted up, extending a hand to help her onto the horse's back. They rode through the now eerily quiet town, the rain pattering against their armor and cloaks. The silence was almost deafening, broken only by the occasional gust of wind and the distant crash of waves against the shore.

Sabrina's breath was shallow, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. She had faced many dangers before, but something about this place, this cult, felt different. The air was thick with an ancient malice that made her skin crawl. She knew they were getting closer to the heart of the problem, and she was ready to face it head-on. They rode through the fog, the rain lightening to a misty drizzle. The silence was only broken by the rhythmic pounding of Scorpion's hooves on the dirt road. The town was now a distant memory, a smudge of darkness behind them. The only sounds were the creaks of their saddles and the occasional squawk of a seabird, piercing through the heavy silence like a knife.

“We did well back there, truly it feels like we are making some real progress now, but like always, I expect something to go wrong, some nightmare creature waiting for us, or no doubt a trap and we are being baited, that was easy back there, a little bit too easy for my tastes.”

Sabrina couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as they approached the lighthouse. It stood tall and ominous against the backdrop of the stormy sky, a beacon of malevolence rather than light. The closer they got, the more she could feel the power of the Leviathan's influence, like a palpable weight pressing down on her shoulders. She gripped the reins tighter, her eyes scanning the surrounding landscape for any sign of trouble.

The path grew steeper as they neared the cliffs, the wind picking up speed and howling around them. Rain lashed against their faces, but neither she nor Eskel flinched. They had come too far to let a little weather deter them. The horse's hooves echoed off the rocky ground, a ghostly rhythm that seemed to match the drumming of her heart. She whispered a word of thanks to the horse, for Scorpion's unwavering loyalty and strength. As she remained seated and looked ahead, she just wanted this to be over with, but that was easier said than done.

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shikaizer · 1 day ago

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DIRTY PLEASURE 006

SERIES DETAILS

you fluttured your eyebrows groaning at the sound of the following ambulance, it sounded like it was 5—6 ambulance.

you completely opened your eyes and see paige at the edge of the bed looking over at you with a big black bag on her lap that she seems to be fumbling inside, since had notice you stretching she had already took attention on you, and caitlin on the other hand was looking out the window arms crossed somehow amused.

you sat up and rubbed yours eye brows furrowed. “whats happening?” you stomped your feet on the cold floor and paige shrugged, caitlin was focused on the view.

you walked over beside caitlin and looked down to see some police talking to the people.

you furrowed your brows and opened your phone to see your community app full of notification, you sat down on the bed while your deep focus scrolling on whats the big fuss.

‘ Aliyah bosco a UCONN college student found dead infront of one of the most luxurious condo STADIA BUILDING. ‘

your heart dropped, your hands started to shake eyes widen, you scrolled thru the comment to see some more information.

‘what the hell! how could that be?’

‘shes one of my closest friend, theres no way she killed her self’

‘aliyah? isn’t that the girl who always says shit about anyone?’

‘did she kill her self?’

you groaned dropping your phone to the floor, unable to read any thing anymore. paige and caitlin noticed you and turned their attention towards you.

“whats wrong doll?” paige asked and caitlin walked over to you, sitting down beside.

“how could it be..?” you whispered to your self hands gripping on your hair.

“i just talked to her last night…” in deep shock, you recalled the call the two of you had just a few hours.

you checked your phone to see if it was your fault, to see if your the reason she probably killed her self.

when you looked at your message, the only thing shown was the duration of the call you two had.

“dont you guys know, who that dead girl is infront of the building.” you slowly looked at the both of them feeling some weird vibe coming out of them. “no— we just woke up” caitlin stated and paige nodded. “the noise also woke us up.” paige added and you bit your lip tearing up.

“aliyah..” you called out sobbing, you looked down to gather your thoughts and caitlin was already wrapping her arms around you kissing the top of your head. “whats wrong baby? come on tell us.” paige asked giving a fake ass tone that your convinced was genuine.

“here.. died..” you whispered out fully sobbing your eyes out words unable to come out.

caitlin caressed your head and it was quiet, paige and caitin was giving each other stares, both of them slightly cracking a disgusting smile.

“aww my love…” paige cooed and caressed your waist kissing your nape.

you looked over at the both of them and stood up. “i need to go to the shower.” you whispered and they nodded giving you a apologetic stare. you made your way to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, was this really your fault? you face was flushed and soaked of tears. you leaned down on the sink and catched your breath calculating your thoughts.

once you calmed down, you took out your phone and sat on the floor scrolling down more.

when you refreshed your feed, a cctv footage was posted, it was dark and blurry but enought to see some figures. as your about to scroll you caught aliyah’s name in the caption so you kept watching. in the video it seems like aliyah’s figure shes on her phone looking over at the view, and minutes later a two figure, is seen slowly walking towards what seems to be aliyah. you flinched when the other one punched her right in the face, you couldn’t see anymore because it was already out of the frame, but the video was still going so you waited. a few minutes later, the other one was dragging her to her feet, and the other one carrying a big bag that seemed like.

“wait..” you looked over at the door furrowing your brows. it looked like the bag in paige’s lap earlier.

you shaked your head and wiped of these thoughts as you think your just being paranoid. you stood up and opened the faucet washing your face, when your done, you grabbed the towel that was hanging beside the mirror, when your about to bring it to your face you yelped when you saw the dried out blood under.

you dropped it to the floor and catched your breath clearly taken back. “what the fuck..” you muttured and put the towel on the sink.

you quickly rushed outside somewhat scared, as your reached outside, your met with paige’s eyes. you slowly walked over to them and caitlin turned her body to look at you.

your gaze was quickly bought on the big bag that was now on the floor. “you okay now?” caitlin asked taking your attention. you nodded and bit your lip.

“why is there a towel full of blood in the bathroom?” you spoke up but in a muttured way, you furrowed your brows when they awfully stayed quiet for a whole while, but paige spoke up. “tend to get nosebleed, my bad pretty girl.” she assured you, nodding and smiling at her was obviously akward.

and you looked over at the bag again, this time determined to somehow see whats inside the bag.

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justnatoka · 1 day ago

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What's going on?

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

A/n: This is VERY self-indulgent. I'm a sucker for the 'character A finds out you're actually dating character B' trope. I don't know why, it just tickles a part of my brain. This is basically a rewrite of certain scenes with a reader added in. Because I know we all want to live in this movie's universe.

Word count: 3.7k

Warning: none really, jokes at Michael's expence, mention of reader having longer hair, maybe a bit of an abrupt ending?

Summary: Michael is confused when he witnesses you showing romantic attention to all the boys. He finally asks the question that's been nagging him all night.

“Hey, check it out,” Paul’s tone dripped with amusement. You and Marko turned your heads, following his line of sight and spotted Star. The boy from yesterday was with her.

You weren’t entirely surprised when you noticed someone trailing behind Star when she and Laddie got back to you the previous night. It wasn’t the first time some poor bastard took a fancy to her, trying to get close to her. It usually didn’t end well for them. However, there was something in her eyes as she climbed on behind David and looked back at him, something akin to interest. And when you glanced at your leader, it was clear you weren’t the only one who took notice.

The corner of your mouth quirked up a little as you noticed his change of style. He ditched the boy-next-door look for a leather jacket. A not at all subtle choice in your opinion, considering how he was eyeing your group yesterday. He looked a bit awkward, but his effort was cute. You were sure Star appreciated it too.

Your eyes wandered to David, just like always, trying to gage what he was thinking. He was already looking at them, seemingly unbothered, but by the way his hand moved, how he brought the cigarette to his lips, blowing out the smoke so slowly, you could tell he was deep in contemplation. He was planning something.

You rested your head in your hand. They looked pretty good together. He was clearly very much into her, trying to keep the conversation flowing, looking for her little reactions, eyes following her every move. And even if Star looked casual, you could tell she liked the attention. You were pretty sure that David saw it too.

The pair walked past you, towards a bike, and just as the boy started to get on, David made a move. It was all you were waiting for. You quickly hopped up behind Marko, all of you moving as one, circling them, trapping them in.

“Where are you going, Star?” David questioned.

“For a ride,” she stated in a defiant voice, even if she couldn’t fully look him in the eye as she did. “This is Michael,” she motioned over to boy-next-door.

His lips quirked into a half smile and he reached for her hand to help her on behind him, clearly feeling like he was in control of the situation, thinking he can actually get what he wants that easy.

“Let’s go,” he called to her. She turned to leave, but was stopped mid-step by David’s voice.

“Star.”

All he had to do was say her name. This time she properly looked at him, and there was a long moment when their gazes were locked together. Michael kept glancing between them confused, witnessing – without even realizing it – how David’s will took over, his mind asserting clear dominance over her. You knew what that felt like, there was no defying David. You tried it before, a long time ago, testing your limits as a newly turned vampire, but quickly learned that you’ll lose. Now you had no reason to defy him anymore.

A satisfied little smirk grew onto David’s lips as Star started moving towards him, sending a challenging stare to Michael as she climbed up behind him. It was easy to see that lover boy was disappointed, looking more like a sad puppy than anything else. Watching him deflate after being so sure of himself, fully believing that Star would choose him over us was a mighty entertaining sight. Paul let out a wheezy little laugh, and you shared an amused glance with Dwayne.

“You know where Hudson’s Bluff is, overlooking the point?” David asked unexpectedly, and your grin stretched wider. Oh, this is gonna be interesting!

Michael scoffed in disbelief.

“I can’t beat your bike,” he stated the obvious.

“You don’t have to beat me, Michael. You just have to try and keep up,” David countered, the amusement and self-satisfaction basically oozing from him.

Michael looked back at him, resigned, probably contemplating his life choices.

Marko turned around, already buzzing with anticipation.

“Hold on tight, sugar,” he winked at you.

“Always,” you kissed his neck and smoothed your hands down his chest from behind before wrapping your arms around his middle. You caught Michael’s stare, and sent him a half-smile right before you all took off with David in the lead.

Even before hitting the sand of the beach, the boys were already hollering. Adrenaline ran through your veins, firing up every nerve ending in your body. You welcomed the familiar rush, the sensation of the wind whipping your hair behind you, and you screamed and howled like the rest of them. Flying down the length of the beach, weaving between groups of frightened humans sitting around bonfires, overtaking each other in a familiar, playful dance while letting the whole world know that you were coming – it was something you could never get bored of.

David was leading the charge, like always, with Marko and Paul in the middle, both of them being absolute menaces as they barely missed hitting people, teasing each other and doing mini races from one group to the next. Seeing that you would mostly ride with them, you quickly got used to it, and now it thrilled you just as much as it did them. Dwayne followed not far behind with Laddie, driving a tad bit safer than the terror twins because of the boy.

Looking back, you confirmed that Michael was actually keeping up, and you let out an amazed little whistle. You held on tighter as you reached the forest, knowing that it’s gonna get bumpier from here on out. As much as you liked racing down the beach, you loved speeding through the woods. Even though you’ve traveled this path so much before, it still made your heart race when you jumped over fallen logs or took in some tighter turns. Not to mention the thrill of being the loudest and most dangerous predators in the dark forest, like a pack of wolves running through the trees.

You could already smell the ocean, your heightened hearing catching the roar of the waves crashing into rock. Even though you couldn’t see it yet through the thick fog, you were getting close to Hudson’s Bluff. But Michael didn’t know that.

David’s voice rumbled over the noise of the bikes as he egged him on, the harsh light of the lighthouse visible now over the edge. Of course, for a regular human, judging distances in these kinds of conditions was a challenge in itself. He was getting too close, and you wondered if he will go flying off the rock. You were only slightly disappointed when his taillight tipped in a weird angle as he crashed his bike, turning his handle just in time.

By the time the rest of you stopped behind them, Michael was already on his feet, lunging for David. You all surged forward, but he managed to get in a good punch before the boys pulled him off.

“Just you,” he challenged your leader, shrugging off the others, anger evident in his voice.

On the other hand, David was smiling ear to ear.

“How far are you willing to go, Michael?” he challenged him right back, and the clear delight on his face told you that this is where things would take an interesting turn.

It wasn’t often that you would see this kind of expression on David, but you knew it well. It was the same one that lit up his face after you first proved yourself to him, right before he turned you. Up until this point, Michael was only a plaything, some human he could play cat and mouse with. But now, David was actually interested in him; a dangerous predicament, even if he didn’t know it yet.

David decided to take Michael to the cave.

Concern immediately bubbled up in your gut, but just as the thought took form in your head, David’s eyes flashed at you, and the protest died on your tongue. He knew what you were going to say. It was too early to show him your home, too early to let him in. It was a risk, one that you didn’t want your family to take on. You were hesitant about Star at first too, selfishly worrying about how another addition to your group would change your dynamics. You worried about your safety as well, and whether or not introducing Michael to your lifestyle would compromise that. However, you didn’t want to go against David, so you decided to shut up and observe.

You descended down into the cave with Dwayne leading the way, torch in hand, and you following him close behind. When your mind was frazzled, you always sought him out, his calmness and stability working wonders on your nerves.

He sensed your presence and turned around with a light frown. One of his big hands cupping your face, he leaned in, gently resting his forehead against yours. It was a small gesture, but as you drew back a few moments later, you felt much calmer, your anxiety quieting down in the back of your mind. When your eyes met, you smiled up warmly at him, and pressed a quick thank you kiss to the corner of his mouth, causing it to quirk upwards into a lopsided smirk.

You picked up another torch and helped Dwayne light the fires while David talked about the earthquake and how this place came to be yours.

“This is what I love about this place. You ask, and then you get,” he finished off his presentation after sending Marko away to bring some food.

His eyes found you sitting on the couch, observing him from afar, and extended a hand to you. Obeying the pull tugging at your chest, you walked over to him. He had an undeniable power over you, like a flame calling for the moth. Oh and what a happy moth you were!

One gloved hand caressed your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss, moving slowly, sensually against your mouth, his teeth scraping your lower lip. He was clearly showing off, but you didn’t care, not as long as the previous little tension between you two was nullified. It was also a message to you, stating that no matter what happens, nothing would change between you. It made your undead heart flutter.

He broke away not long after, a satisfied smirk stretching across his face.

“Just like that,” he whispered as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

Michael cleared his throat next to you, breaking you out of your trance. He was clearly uncomfortable, being caught off-guard by your little public display. But he also couldn’t help but stare. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, his mind wondering. You noticed him looking at you and Dwayne before too.

David’s tone changed back to normal as he turned to Michael.

“Not her though, she’s off limits.”

A cheeky smile tugged on your lips at his declaration, your mood back to how it was before.

That’s the moment Paul showed up next to you with a joint. You snatched it from his hand, taking a drag and handing it back to him. He passed it over to David before draping an arm around your shoulders and moving with you to a seat. He plopped himself down, and you settled on the floor between his legs, resting your head on his thigh.

All the while you were waiting for Marko, you stared at the lovebirds as they were eyeing each other from across the room. Michael was anxious to be near her or to get out of here or both. Star wasn’t better off either, drawing her scarf tighter around herself, unsure how to get out of this situation. She knew it was too late, David already took an interest in the guy she liked, and now all she could hope for was that he would get away relatively unharmed.

Cold breath fanning over your neck broke you out of your thoughts, and an unconscious chuckle escaped your throat as you felt chapped lips travelling over your skin.

“What’s going on in your pretty head, babe?” Paul mouthed against your neck, leaning back when you turned to meet his eyes.

“Food will be here soon, you don’t have to eat me,” you replied cheekily.

“I could have you for dinner any time,” he smirked right back.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“It’s nothing serious, Paulie,” you smiled sweetly at him, planting a chaste kiss on his lips, before turning back to look at the pair again. “Possibilities I guess.”

He was quiet for a second, no doubt also looking between those two.

“You think?”

You just shrugged in return, your eye catching Michael’s stare. His gaze had been periodically coming back to you all night, and you decided it has been going on long enough.

“If you have a question, just ask. Don’t be shy, Mickey,” your voice took on a teasing tone toward the end, causing him to freeze a bit.

You could practically hear the gears tuning in his head, debating whether to voice his thoughts or whether it would be wiser to keep them to himself. He finally decided to just go with it. It’s not like you couldn’t see right through him if he lied.

“So what’s the deal with you and them?”

The air in the cave shifted.

He seemed to have to noticed it too, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. You could feel the boys’ eyes on you as a wide smile stretched across your lips. Leaning back against Paul, his arms immediately crossing in front of your chest, you looked back at your guest with innocent eyes.

“Whatever do you mean, Michael?”

Now he started sputtering, growing confused and embarrassed in the crossfire of your stares.

“It’s just that you two-,” he cut himself off, motioning to you and Paul, “and before that you and him-,” he nodded towards Dwayne, “ and…” he trailed off as he chanced a glance at David, no doubt thinking back to the kiss you shared right in front of him.

It was kinda adorable how his brain short-circuited. You couldn’t hide the amusement in your voice as you answered him.

“Yes, Michael, I’m with Paul here,” you looked up at him and he blew you a kiss. “I’m also with Dwayne,” you turned to him, and he sent you a wink, “and Marko, and David.” You turned to the blond last, your stomach twisting at the possessive heat in his eyes as he looked back at you.

“So let me get this straight. You’re dating all of them?” he tried to put the pieces together.

“Got a problem with that, Michael?” The warning undertone in David’s voice as he turned to Michael dared him to say something.

“No, no problem,” he answered meekly, not wanting to get on the leader’s bad side.

The awkward mood in the room was broken as Marko stomped into the cave, hollering, “Feeding time! Come and get it, boys!”

He deposited a takeout box in David’s lap before moving onto Dwayne.

“Over here, bud,” Paul called out and Marko tossed him a box, your lover catching it with ease over your head.

Marko finished his round by coming over to you and dropping a box in your lap, accompanied with a quick kiss to your lips. You leaned back with an appreciative “Thanks, babe.” He answered with a little grin and a “You got it, sugar.”

David’s voice directed the attention of everyone in the room to him and Michael. He was holding out a takeout box to your guest, who swiftly refused.

“You don’t like rice?” There was feigned disbelief in his voice, and a slow smile stretched across your lips as you caught the mischievous glint in his eye. “Tell me Michael, how can a billion Chinese people be wrong?”

There were snorts and muted chuckles coming from the boys, and Michael finally relented. David leaned back as he accepted another box from Marko. You were slowly picking at your food, too curious to know what David had in mind.

There was a slight anticipation in the air as Michael took his first bite.

“How are those maggots?” David asked casually, and your grin widened. Oh the smooth bastard.

The boy looked utterly confused as he stared back at him.

“Maggots, Michael. You’re eating maggots, how do they taste?”

It’s only when he looked down at his food, his amusement quickly turning into disgust as he spit out the rice, when you finally burst out in laughter, throwing your head back against Paul’s abdomen, who was practically slapping his knee in delight. You caught David’s gaze as he glanced back at you guys, his grin widening when his eyes met yours. And even though things quieted down for a second after Star’s weak protest to leave Michael be, you knew it wasn’t over yet.

You almost started snickering again at the sheer bewilderment on Michael’s face as he stared down at the spilled rice at his feet. It was just so damn entertaining to mess with this guy, his reactions were just too good.

When David offered up his noodles as a sign of peace, you waited with baited breath. Michael only took one look at the contents of the takeout box before turning away nauseous.

“They are worms,” he groaned.

Paul’s wheezy laugh echoed in your ears as David took a bite, looking back at Michael with amusement.

“They are only noodles, Michael.”

The boys were loosing it. You had to give it to him, David was a master at playing with people’s senses. He knew exactly when to pull back the curtain of reality and when to close it back up to make his victim feel absolutely helpless and confused, applying just enough pressure on their minds to make them doubt everything they see. And when they don’t believe anything anymore, that’s when he goes in for the proverbial kill. It’s exactly what was about to happen, you were sure of it as soon as Marko brought out the wine.

Your stomach dropped. You had a feeling that this was where this whole teasing and playing was headed, but you didn’t want to listen to it. Star was also getting more shifty, moving closer to Michael.

Your nerves were alive, still, you couldn’t help but stare mesmerized as David opened the bottle and brought it to his lips. You had a perfect view from where you were sitting between Paul’s legs, your body unconsciously leaning forward as David drank, the muscles of his throat working as he took a big gulp of the dark liquid. You could still remember what is tasted like; strange at first, but turning richer the more it sat on your tongue. It made you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt in your human existence. That was the beauty of turning. It was quite addicting.

You could see all these emotions flit through David’s face, his eyes closed, lost in the taste. And when they opened, there was something more behind them, something predatory. In that moment he was truly a creature of the night.

There was only one word that came to your mind to describe that look: smoldering. You had to bite your lip to prevent the little noise that was threatening to escape your throat, your insides twisting in excitement. You were sure that had he directed that gaze towards you, you would have melted in the heat of it. You only half-registered Paul’s touch who, sensing your shift in mood, wrapped his arms tight around you, his own breath quickening beside your ear.

“Drink some of this Michael. Be one of us.” David’s voice was smooth like velvet, almost sensual, making your skin tingle all over.

And even through the heightened emotions of the moment you could hear the boys chanting Michael’s name, egging him on to drink. Getting back some of your senses you wanted to say no, to stop it. Wanted to reason with them that this was a mistake. But Paul’s hold on you tightened, and you couldn’t help but take it as a warning. This was about to happen regardless of what you did.

To her credit, Star tried, she really did. She told Michael exactly what was in that bottle, but by then he was too far gone. The previous teasing did what it was supposed to. He didn’t believe a word she said.

And then it happened. He brought the bottle to his lips and took a swig. Loud cheers erupted throughout the cave, the boys celebrating the initiation Michael unknowingly completed. Paul jumped to his feet, leaving you on the floor with your conflicting emotions. He patted Michael’s shoulder with a “You’re one of us, bud.” And he actually smiled back, feeling proud of himself, like he proved something, having no idea about the gravity of the situation.

You shared an uneasy look with Star, seeing your own anxieties reflected in her eyes from across the cave. You both knew this was a mistake, but the boys didn’t see it. Perhaps your motivations were different from hers, but you both had a nagging feeling that this night would change everything.

You were jerked from your spiraling thoughts by an arm grabbing your own and tugging you to your feet. You stared into the cheerful eyes of Marko, his grin wide and mischievous.

“Come on, sugar. Enough with all this moping. Let’s have a good time!”

His smile was infectious, and you could feel the corners of your mouth reluctantly turning upward.

“There you are. There’s our girl,” he cheered, spinning you around, and you couldn’t help the giggles bursting out of you.

You danced around the remains of the age old fountain before he passed you to Dwayne, who took you for a spin himself. He then brought you close, his lips stealing your breath as he pulled you down on the couch, his fingers running through your hair as you straddled his lap, never breaking the kiss.

Your concerns would come back later, you knew they would. But even though you were still apprehensive about where this whole situation with Michael was headed, you let boys’ kisses and laughter and their wandering hands distract you and make you forget for the night.

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Dragon Age Fan-Fic by the @silshinobii

Dahlia and Osso (c) @bankabb

The Cantori Diamond was alive with music and the hum of conversation as assassins, spies and civilians alike danced and drank - Andarateia Cantori had held nothing back when she had opened up the rooms of her casino in celebration for a particularly troublesome encounter with the Antaam still holding their city hostage.

The lights were dim as bodies spilled across the large open space, chatter filling the air as Dahlia found herself tucked away in a corner, drink in hand. She let her fingers curl around the delicate glass tumbler as the Antivan brandy she had come to enjoy warmed her throat - she let her gaze flit across the room before it settled on the tall form of her dear necromancer.

Emmrich was currently surrounded by a flock of young Crows as they peppered him with questions about necromancy and Manfred, who had been left at the Lighthouse that evening - she could see his amused but tolerant expression as he did his best to keep up with their questions, his hands clasped in front of him. He stood a head above most in the room, her lover elegantly dressed as always, and she was not at all surprised by the gazes that followed his movements.

She lifted the tumbler, smirking when he had to bend down to hear a question whispered by a particularly young fledgling - her lips pressed together as she let the brandy slide down her throat, content to just watch until a hand settled heavily on her shoulder.

“Sitting here all alone and drinking like some tragic Nevarran widow? I would have expected better from you, sorellina,”

Dahlia twisted in her seat, lips curling into a smile as Osso stepped in front of her, his hands propped on his hips as he eyed her with mock disappointment.

“We both know I’ve done the widow thing already, Osso. And we’re the same age - stop calling me little, you thick headed crow.” Dahlia huffed as she dropped her glass onto the low table, though her gaze was warm as it settled on the man that had been her best friend for too many years.

“We both know that you should be up here enjoying the celebrations,” his grin was lazy, not at all bothered by her scowl, as he reached for her hand, pulling her sharply to her feet. “Not sitting in the shadows moping over your necromancer.”

“I was not moping- Osso, no-”

But Osso just laughed as he pulled her towards the floor, the sound loud and bright, before he spun her through the dancing bodies. She didn’t even try to hide her groan as his arms settled around her waist, joining in his laughter as they danced.

Emmrich, meanwhile, had finally freed himself from his flock of fans and made his way smoothly back to their table though he stilled when he realised Dahlia was no longer there. A flicker of irritation flashed across his face as he turned to scan the room, searching for her amongst the black and purple clad assassins that filled the floor. It was the sound of her laughter that caught his attention, warm and familiar, and it did not take him long to spot her - her breathless smile wide as she spun, Osso’s hand guiding her. She looked relaxed, at peace even, and for a moment he was happy to let them be, turning to sit as he reached for the glass Dahlia had abandoned until he saw Osso’s gaze flicker to him.

The crow’s gaze sharpened a little, a flash of mischief bright in his green eyes, when he saw Emmrich stand straight again. Emmrich frowned when the younger man’s expression shifted and he pulled Rook closer, his hands splaying across her back as they continued to dance.

Dahlia was oblivious to the challenge heavy in the air as she let Osso guide her, her hips shifting in time with his as he unknowingly kept her faced away from Emmrich.

It was the quiet mutter of conversation at a nearby table that caught Emmrich’s attention.

“They were always such a strange pair, you know”. An older Crow sat back in his seat, glass held thoughtfully in hand. “Even when they were younger and driving Viago mad.”

“They would have made a striking couple though.” The other person at the table shifted, their lips curling. “There were plenty of us that were sure they would end up together - you should have seen them fight, bickering like an old married couple.”

The first Crow laughed, his gaze amused as the pair continued to dance. “Well they certainly look as if they fucked as much as they fought - not that I’ve ever heard any rumours of the sort.”

“Perhaps they did and were just never caught - Armand is a Crow after all.”

The pair laughed, their attention moving on as Emmrich bristled - his fingers flexed at his side as his irritation quickly shifted into something heavier.

His mouth tightened then, when Osso dipped Dahlia low, her lips parting as she laughed, her hands reaching for his shoulders. Emmrich glared when Osso let her hang there, for just a second longer than necessary, his lips curling before he pulled her upright, hands settling on her hips.

His spine stiffened when Osso leaned down to press his lips gently to the curve of her neck, his gaze fixed on Emmrich’s. He didn’t linger and there was no heat to it as his mouth brushed softly against her skin, just a whisper of a kiss - to anyone else it would have looked innocent enough if not for the smirk across the young man’s mouth.

He attempted to school his features into something impassive though his jaw clenched - he exhaled slowly, patience thinning when he saw Osso turn the pair slowly, deliberately blocking Dahlia’s view of Emmrich as he let his fingers splay across her hips.

Something in him snapped.

His feet carried him through the crowd smoothly, his tall form cutting a path straight across the dance floor as the last of his patience disappeared.

Dahlia was breathless when Osso spun her again, teeth flashing as she smiled, and didn’t have a chance to register Emmrich’s presence until his hands settled heavily on her shoulders, bringing the pair sharply to a halt.

Osso smirked, though he tried to hide it when Dahlia tipped her chin up, her confusion at Emmrich’s cold gaze obvious.

“Buonasera, Professore Volkarin.” His voice was low, unfazed. “I hope you don’t mind that I kept Dahlia entertained whilst you were… otherwise occupied.”

Emmrich’s gaze remained impassive, his fingers flexing against her shoulders as he stared down at the younger man. “How very generous of you, Armand.”

“Please, call me Osso - you know I hate it when you use my birth name” His smirk widening as Emmrich’s eyes darkened. “It is never a bother to dance with someone so willing.”

Emmrich did not respond, feeling no need to feed Osso’s obvious enjoyment and instead reached for Dahlia’s hand, lacing their fingers together before he led her away.

Dahlia twisted, her hand held firmly in Emmrich’s as she threw a confused glance back at Osso - though he merely laughed when Emmrich tugged her closer, his hand raised in a mock salute.

The corridors of the Diamond were quiet as Emmrich led her away from the celebrations, the music fading behind them.

“Emmrich, what is-“

She inhaled sharply when the fingers in her hair tightened, his gaze heavy as it bore down on her.

“Do you have any idea of what it is like to see another man's hands touch something that is mine?”

“You’re overreacting Emmrich.”

The laugh that slipped from his lips was dry, humourless. “I think not.”

His hands moved then, spinning her so that he could press her flush against the wall, her palms flattening against the cool stone as he settled himself against her back. She shuddered when a hand traced along her waist, following the curve with a possessive touch that had her breath catching in her throat - his other hand lifted, fingers lacing through her as he held her hand against the wall. His mouth settled against the shell of her ear.

“I will not share you with anyone, my dear.”

The hand on her waist shifted, slipping under her blouse so that he could slide his fingers beneath the waistband of her trousers. She gasped at the cool press of his rings when he found the edge of her underwear, fingers drifting underneath so that he could cup her fully.

“There can never be anyone else,” his words whispered over her ear. “You are mine. Only mine.”

She moaned, a quiet sound, when his fingers slid through her folds, parting her so that he could drag through the slick there. Her neck arched when he hummed against her ear.

“This is mine,” his fingers stroked slowly, teasing her. “No other will ever touch you again.”

Dahlia could do little but whimper as he continued to tease her until his mouth moved, tracing down her ear to mouth at her neck when he pushed a finger in, curling as he sank into his knuckle. She shuddered when his palm settled against her clit, the friction curling her toes.

“You are such a delight like this, my love,” his teeth nipped at her throat, hard enough to have her shuddering against the wall. “Utterly mine. It’s like your body knows it was made to be mine.”

She wanted to bite back, say something sharp in argument but as he continued to fuck her, a second finger joining the other all she could was moan, the sound of it wrecked and breathless. With each thrust she could feel her stomach coiling, the heat building as he dragged her closer to the edge.

“Say it,” he growled the words against her throat, fingers curling again. “Say you’re mine.”

Her eyes were squeezed shut as she pressed her cheek into the wall, lips brushing at the fingers laced through hers. “I’m- I’m yours Emmrich. Only- only yours.”

“Good girl.”

The air grew loud with the sound of her whimpers, and the slick slide of his fingers inside her - that was until the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Her eyes flew open, her body tightening in panic when she tried to move but Emmrich held her still. His hand unlaced from hers and clamped over her mouth as his fingers continued to fuck her.

"Shh," he murmured the words against her jaw. “We wouldn’t want to be found like this, would we?”

She moaned into his palm as her thighs shook, his fingers still moving as her release started to burn low in her belly. The footsteps lingered for a moment, pausing as he pressed her deeper into the wall, before they retreated, shuffling back towards the sounds of the celebrations.

Emmrich exhaled slowly, his hand lowering from her mouth to wrap around her jaw. “You are being so good.” His fingers quickened. “But we’re not done quite yet.”

He was relentless. Her nails scrambled against the walls, desperate for some kind of stability as her back arched against his chest - she could feel the wet slick dripping down her thighs as he continued to pump his fingers into her, completely lost under him.

“There we go.” The hand on her jaw turned her face towards him as he leaned down to brush his lips against her. “Come for me.”

He swallowed her cry, his tongue pushing past the strangled moan as he drank her in - his body flush to hers as she shuddered though his fingers didn’t stop. He stroked her through each wave, working her until she was limp against him. Emmrich hummed when she whimpered, his fingers sliding out from her slowly so that he could turn her to face him.

“Open.” He brushed his fingers, still wet, over her lips, smearing the slick there before she parted her lips - with a small smile he slid them in, pressing down against her tongue. He watched her eyes widen at the pressure but she sealed her lips around his fingers when he tapped his thumb against her jaw. Her tongue curled around them, sucking the slick clean as she breathed through her nose.

His gaze narrowed slightly at the hollow of her cheeks as he pulled his fingers free and he leaned down to press his mouth to hers, his tongue chasing the taste of her as he groaned into her.

“Mine.”

Dahlia let her fingers curl weakly against his wrists as she pushed up onto her toes, chasing his kiss when he pulled back. “Your’s.”

Emmrich smiled softly, his thumb brushing softly over the swell of her lip before he reached down to fasten the buttons of her vest. With a small nod he took her hand, lacing the fingers together tightly as he steered her back towards the celebration.

***

Osso huffed, arms crossing tightly over his chest as Lucanis watched him in amusement, the young crow’s scowl heavy as he continued to glare at the door Emmrich had led Dahlia from. He didn’t look up when Lucanis laughed, his cup held lightly between his hands. “Don’t”

Lucanis lifted a brow. “Don’t what, amor mío?”

He threw up a hand, waving vaguely at nothing. “Whatever it is that you want to say right now. Just don’t.”

The assassin sighed, though his eyes were still warm as he watched Osso sink lower into his seat. “But you make it so easy, Osso. You pushed him and now you sulk like a fledgling that has had its first dagger taken away.”

Osso let his arms fall loose, dropping down to rest on the arms of his seat as his fingers tapped anxiously. “Il Creatore mi aiuti… I was just trying to tease him. I only wanted to rile him up a little.” He frowned, head falling back against his seat. “Not… whatever that was.”

The pair were quiet for a moment, the buzz of the celebration loud around them before Lucanis spoke again, pausing only to sip at his coffee. “Emmrich is a very… proud man, amor mío. It would not be wise to test one with such control.”

Osso tipped his head, scowling as he watched Lucanis take another sip. “I still don’t understand what Dahlia see’s in that… mago della morte.”

“It is Mortalitasi, Osso. Not death mage - and even a blind man can see that he loves her.”

Osso muttered quietly under his breath as he flicked a hand towards Lucanis, refusing to meet his gaze until he felt fingers lace through his. He sighed. “He’s obsessed is what he is.”

Lucanis dipped his head in acknowledgment. “Maybe. But he loves her regardless and you would be wise to not antagonise him.” His eyes moved towards the entrance when bodies shifted, Osso turning to follow his gaze.

Emmrich moved into the room, his fingers still laced through Dahlia’s as he guided her through the crowd towards their table - even from across the room Osso could see the way her hair was mussed, lips red and swollen in a way that had him twisting uncomfortably in his seat.

Lucanis snorted into his coffee. “That certainly explains why they were gone for so long.”

Osso tugged his hand free as he scowled at Lucanis, hunching over in his seat as he crossed his arms again. “Bastardo.”

“Don’t be bitter, amor mío. You got your reaction.”

It didn’t take Emmrich long to reach their table. He settled himself into his seat and pulled Dahlia down onto his lap, smiling softly when she curled her fingers around the tumbler he pressed into her hands. Osso could only stare as Emmrich wrapped a long arm around her waist, settling her against him as he pressed a soft kiss to the curve of her neck.

Then. Emmrich looked up.

His gaze was cool as he met Osso’s, a brow raised slightly in what could only be a silent challenge.

Osso sat up straighter in his seat as he ground his teeth together only to grumble when he had to look away, Emmrich unblinking, and instead swiped the coffee from Lucanis’ hands.

“Don’t be a child.”

Osso tipped his head back as he gulped down the last of the coffee before he handed the empty cup back with a scowl. “He’s unbelievable.”

“You started this.”

“La prossima volta che verrà a Treviso, gli avvelenerò il tè.”

Lucanis hummed, leaning down to place the empty cup on their table. “What was that?”

“Next time he comes to Treviso, I will poison his tea.”

The assassin laughed quietly as he reached for a twitching hand. “It’s not Emmrich you should be worried about, amor mío.” He laced their fingers tightly and motioned for Osso to look back at the pair - they saw Dahlia lean back into Emmrich’s chest as he smoothed a hand down her back. “She would kill you first.”

The younger man groaned, eyes squeezing shut when Emmrich tipped her chin down to face him so that he could kiss her softly.

Lucanis lifted the hand he held and pressed a kiss to the knuckles. “I think you’ve lost this one.”

Osso let his head fall back. “I hate him.”

Lucanis smiled. “No you don’t - I think you quite like him.”

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request: dad touching himself and daughter thinks she is watching secretly but he knows… idk u can take it from there !!❤️

She tiptoed down the hallway, her bare feet barely making a sound on the carpet. Why was he still up? she wondered. It was late, past midnight, and she had expected him to be asleep by now.

Peeking around the corner, she saw him. He was on the couch, his back to her, but she could tell from the way his shoulders moved that he was doing something. Her heart pounded in her chest as she crept closer, her curiosity getting the better of her. She stopped just outside the doorway, her breath caught in her throat as she realized what her dad was doing.

He was touching himself.

She could see the way his hand moved beneath the blanket, the subtle rise and fall of his arm as he stroked himself. She felt a heat rush through her body, a mixture of shock and something else—something she couldn’t quite name. Her eyes were glued to him, unable to look away. This is wrong, she thought, but her feet stayed rooted to the spot, her body betraying her mind.

He shifted slightly on the couch, and for a moment, she thought he might turn around and see her. But he didn’t. He kept going, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment. She could hear the faint sound of his breathing, the way it hitched every now and then, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She should have turned away. She should have gone back to her room and pretended she hadn’t seen anything. But she couldn’t. There was something magnetic about the moment, something that pulled her in and refused to let go. She took a step closer, then another, until she was standing just behind the couch. She could see the outline of his form, the way his muscles tensed with each movement. She could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something else—something musky and primal.

And then, he spoke.

“You can come closer, you know,” he said, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the silence like a knife.

Her heart froze in her chest. He knew. He had known she was there the whole time. Panic surged through her, but before she could turn and run, he looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes dark and intense.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “I won’t bite.”

She felt her breath catch in her throat as he turned fully to face her, the blanket falling away to reveal his hard, throbbing length. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight, her body betraying her once again as a warmth spread between her legs.

He reached out a hand to her, his fingers brushing against her arm, sending a jolt of electricity through her. “Come here,” he said, his voice soft but commanding.

She hesitated for a moment, her mind screaming at her to turn and run, but her body had other ideas. She stepped closer, her legs moving on their own, until she was standing right in front of him. He reached up and gently took her hand, guiding her to sit down beside him.

“You’ve been watching me,” he said, his voice a low purr. “Why didn’t you tell me you were there?”

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I… I didn’t mean to, dad” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to caress her cheek. “It’s okay,” he said. “I don’t mind. In fact…” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “I think you liked it.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine as his words sent a jolt of heat through her body. She couldn’t deny it—she had liked it. The way he had touched himself, the way he had moved, it had awakened something in her that she hadn’t known was there.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. “Do you want to touch me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

Her heart raced as she nodded, her hand trembling as she reached out to him. He guided her hand to his length, his breath hitching as her fingers made contact with his warm, hard flesh. She wrapped her hand around him, her grip tentative at first, but growing firmer as he let out a low groan of approval.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his eyes closing as she began to stroke him. “Just like that.”

She felt a thrill of power as she watched him, the way his body reacted to her touch, the way his breathing quickened with each stroke. She moved her hand up and down, her grip tight but not too tight, just the way he liked it. She could feel him throbbing in her hand, the way he seemed to grow harder with each pass of her fingers.

He let out a low moan, his hand reaching up to tangle in her hair. “You’re so good at this,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “But I want more.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with uncertainty. “What do you want, daddy?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want you,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “All of you.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she realized what he was asking. She should have said no. She should have pulled away and run. But something inside her—something dark and primal—wanted it too. Wanted him.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He smiled, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned in to kiss her. His lips were soft but demanding, his tongue pressing against hers as he deepened the kiss. She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch as his hands wandered over her body, exploring every inch of her.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at her. “Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

She hesitated for a moment, her heart racing as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head, revealing her bare breasts, her nipples hard and erect from the desire coursing through her body. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb brushing over her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. “Now the rest.”

She stood up, her hands trembling as she reached for the waistband of her pajama pants. She slid them down over her hips, letting them fall to the floor as she stood before him, completely naked. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her exposed flesh.

“Come here,” he said, his voice rough with want.

She stepped closer, her heart pounding as he reached out and pulled her onto his lap. She could feel his hard length pressing against her thigh, and it sent a thrill of anticipation through her. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands explored her body.

“I want you,” he whispered against her lips. “Now.”

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation as he guided her onto his lap. She could feel the tip of his length pressing against her entrance, and she let out a soft moan as he slowly pushed inside her. She felt a sharp pain as he entered her, but it quickly faded, replaced by a wave of pleasure as he filled her completely.

He let out a low groan of pleasure as he began to move, his hips rocking against hers as he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he moved inside her, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through her body.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “So tight.”

She moaned softly, her body responding to his touch as he moved inside her. She could feel the tension building in her body, the pleasure growing with each thrust until she felt like she was going to explode. And then, with a final thrust, he sent her over the edge, her body shaking with pleasure as she came.

He let out a low groan as he followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their passion as they slowly came back to reality.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of emotion.

She nodded, her body still trembling as she rested her head against his chest. This was wrong, she thought. But it felt so right.

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lxdymoon0357 · 3 days ago

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when reading your Fic about Phileo Boleoti. Can I request a yandere Phileo Boleoti x GN reader x yandere Leonia (platonic) ? In which Y/n is Phileo's best friend and a mage with an active personality. Phileo Boleoti from I become the male lead adopted daughter

Leonia was really surprised to see you when you visited Phileo. In the novel, you were known as a genderless beauty, and of course, you also had amazing magical talent despite being a wandering mage.

You always have little pranks. You and Leonia get along quickly, especially when she always asks you to show her your magic after you turned the entire lawn in the mansion into a flower field. Phileo was helpless at that time, but you could only giggle, quickly turning the lawn back to normal. Leonia remembers in the novel, when the story ended you were dating some extra character.

(warnings: Leonia getting people killed, mentions of monster invasion but nothing happens, murder, mentions of mutilation, burning, hiding of murder evidence, mentions of human being fed to monsters for domestication, financial blackmail (to servants to clean a crime scene))

Leonia and daddy's smiley!

Leonia giggled, noticing her father's bewildered and upset yet amused face as the entire garden of Boleoti manor is filled with flowers, almost Phileo's height, it was like a forest of flowers. This is probably what ants see. Leonia feels glad to be an ant today, but her father is not happy.

"You know you're just asking for the manor gardens to be infested with monster spawns" he said, amusedly as he pushed past a huge sunflower, pulling out a seed or two in her hands as he stood ahead of you, Leonia dangling from your arms as she giggled

"Papa! We're ants!" she said brightly.

Phileo was only nodding in agreement, as you dropped her before snapping your finger and turned the manor gardens back into their dewy gardens with little accents of snow.

"Awwhhhh" she huffed but shut up quickly when Phileo handed her those strawberry milk candies he usually gives her.

Leonia continued to pull you inside, her eyes falling on her father as you picked her up, his eyes bore into hers as she played into the child she was. She was smart enough to know what she was doing,

"Gosh! You know what I'm thinking, Smiley?" she asked you, she called you 'Smiley' because she thought it fit you with how much you smiled and brought a smile to her lips as you hummed in acknowledgement to her though looking ahead, "I was thinking how much you're like my parent!" she said brightly and enjoyed when you almost tensed up as you giggled.

Leonia wouldn't deny she was manipulating you, but you were just the perfect character in the webtoon, so playful, with such perfect chemistry..the female lead could easily be taken for a cardboard cutout, but the author had to pair you up with some stupid person. Gosh, how disgusting!

You were a genderless beauty, beloved by many readers alike and everyone wanted to see you end up with Phileo..But stupid author can't take a hint. But Leonia could see her daddy like you, you brought a smile to his face when stupid Rupert couldn't!!

Leonia clung to your neck as she kept babbling about muscles or you being her parent as you walked, when you and her bumped heavily into a servant as they scoffed, dropping the dirty dishes they were carrying, ruining yours and her outfits. But you somehow shielded Leonia, as the servant scoffed nearly, glaring up at you, "ugh, watch where you're goi-!" she hissed, before looking up and meeting you eyes and pausing as she smiled sheepishly,

"Ah...my grace, apologies for talking like that!" she whispered, bowing a bit as you used your magic to help her with the plates as she quickly tried to clean the floor.

Leonia grumbled as you handed her back to Phileo to go change your clothes, turning to her dad and huffed as Phileo sighed, "what's wrong?" he asked. no matter how cold, Phileo adored his little girl, as Leonia glared down at the maid,

"She made Smiley upset...! It's like she should pay for it!" she said as the maid giggled awkwardly, mostly taking it as a joke as Phileo dismissed her, "don't say that. It's rude" he told Leonia as they both waited for you.

After you came back, Leonia and you continued to spend time with each other because Phileo having some work to finish with Levipath and Cara occasionally checking in on you two, but seemingly they were also busy.

As the sun settled, Cara suggested you sleep over at the manor and Leonia wanted a sleepover so very grudgingly got Cara to agree to let you sleep in her room, as you grinned, playing cards with her or joking around. God, she took energy out of your body..but maybe you were just lazy..

You cradled her against yourself, humming some tune as you both read some old kiddy storybook, well silently reading and she'd pat your hand to tell you when to flip the page.

"And the princess asked the dragon to help her live out her life's adventure..."

You read the same last paragraph which you liked for the past twenty minutes in your head while waiting for Leonia's pat on the back of your hand to flip the page..It's been a while and she usually finishes reading quite fast.

"Miss Leonia, should I turn the page?" you asked only to receive a slurred, "hmmm...Smileyyy" as you leaned your head down to notice she'd fallen asleep on your lap, leaning against you, her back to your chest as she snuggled against you, her cheeky squished against your collarbones with a faint smile, as you grinned..

She really did feel like your kid... And by god, her dad was hella hot!

You smiled, awkwardly shifting to snap your fingers and use your magic to put some weight in the blanket ot make it slightly weighted for Leonia, so she wouldn't notice you being gone.

As you teleported out of her room, heading to your own room that Cara had prepared with Konnie, Leonia's personal maid. You hummed, walking past Phileo's office which was actually being cleaned right now by maids as you grinned,

"Wow..picky much?" you scoffed, poking Phileo as he grumbled, gently pushing your hand down with his own, holding your hand in his awkwardly, "don't start..." he huffed, crossing his arms but grinning nonetheless.

"Why are you cleaning it anyway?" You asked, since it was pretty unusual to clean your room at night.

"A monster bred somewhere in the manor and snuck in." he huffed as you looked at the doorway, since the room was closed shut and noticed splatters of blood and the wooden frame slightly smoky like a fire broke out in his rooms which were being scrubbed and cleaned to make it spotless.

"Oh my-..you okay?" you asked, a bit concerned as he nodded, "I'm fine..thankfully I was accompanied by Rupert and Levipath" he said as Rupert grinned proudly, "Nice!~" you high-fived Rupert.

Rupert almost flinched as you did that when your palms made contact making you smile in confusion as to why it occurred, "...uh....uhm.." he paused, looking away before clearing his throat,

"...has anyone told you you give out electric charge slightly?" he asked, making you grin sheepishly, as servants began taking their leaves..leaving only Cara, Levipath, Rupert, Phielo and Gabel as you turned to walk off, wishing everyone a 'good night!!' as you whistled.

Phielo immediately glared at Rupert who apologized formally, "I expect you to behave around them, Rupert. We may be friends, but you don't want this to happen to you, do you?" Phileo asked, motioning ahead of them, as Rupert shook his head, in a serious manner.

Thank god the servants who were serving this incident were the most loyal and financially or status-wise the weakest of the bunch, so no one would really believe if they explained what they saw to the authorities and they wouldn't want to jeopardize their future anyway.

Ahead of them, looking down at the mutilated bodies of two people; the maid from this afternoon and someone who was going to be your future "lover" as Leonia stated...Phileo wasn't sure about the latter, but who cares?

Apparently, Leonia said, "you know I can see this person be with Smiley in another world where you're all webtoon characters" she said..

Trying not to blow her own stupid cover, be a wingman to her dad and really, you had been spending a little too much time with this so called "lover" of yours..not sure if you liked them, but who cares? They're dead..

Rupert almost heaved as Cara looked away, Levipath and Gable were bit more easily able to stomach the sight infront of them..Two bodies, bathed in blood,

Their faces are messed up with scars beyond recognition, fingerprints and large parts of their bodies burnt off to get rid of some deadweight, multiple stabs wounds, slashes... Maybe at this point, they'll be a good enough meal fodder for domesticated monsters.

This evening was not a happy sight, none of the four of the servants thought they'd be seeing Phileo go so ballistic over simple interactions of people with you where they were just less than satisfactory!

Thank god you left earlier..Levipath and Gabel huffed and began removing the body from Phileo's room, each carrying one with them with difficulty as Cara huffed,

"I told you your room isn't the most suitable for such operations. Next time, please do such things in the basement..And yes, we've removed all evidence." she said, pushing up her glasses.

Phileo only nodded, disgruntled as Phileo scoffed, covering the face of the supposed "lover" Leonia said you had with a useless napkin he kept around to wipe his hands to not see their horrid, mutilated face.

But really, nothing should inconvenience Leonia and Daddy's Smiley! They're perfect after all!~

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