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Head First. ( Noa x Human! Reader.) Part Four.

man i may as well write a whole book lmao

Title: Head First. Fandom: ( Kingdom of the ) Planet of the Apes. Rating: T. ( Tiny bits of fleeting injury mention, some mating innuendos. The same as the rest of the series lol. ) Words: 7.3K ( Holy SMOKES- ) Pairing: Heavily Implied Noa x Human!Reader ( HEY WE MOVED UP A BIT ) Summary: You could grovel. You could beg forgiveness for being offended... Or you could just wait in silence for Noa to speak. They all seemed like such good ideas. READ THE SERIES HERE.

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Silence fell over the two of you, a consequence of the circumstances you supposed. Not supposed, you knew better, but that’s just how you put it to keep the guilt at bay, to keep it from eating you from the inside out. Fingers finding a new home in the rocky sand underneath your body, you contemplated and tried so desperately to reason with the part of yourself that was telling you to gravitate closer to him, pull yourself nearer, let him know with just your body that you were sorry, that you couldn’t bear to be without him.

Scoffing quietly at that, your more rational side came back with its own rebuttal. Just talk to him. It’s the least he deserved after the cold encounters you’ve had since your hunting trip. The stares of conflict from across the communal dinners, the times when you were with Soona, having to stand down and excuse yourself if you saw Noa approaching, the intense scrutiny Noa found himself in when you had turned your attention towards him. Scrutiny not just from you anymore. He could feel it coming from Anaya now who had a true lack of understanding. That’s how Noa urged himself to feel better after the argument earlier in the day. No, no… He shook his head and shut his eyes for a moment. The disagreement earlier in the day. That was better.

The sun setting was nice, you thought numbly to yourself in some subtle attempt at not letting your eyes dig into Noa. The way that the sun dipped in shades from bright oranges near the horizon, all the way to the fluffy and pink nature of the clouds that were hovering so delicately over the landscape, maybe ready to turn for the worst as it was the time of year for those storms to brush the area during the early evenings and into the late nights. If only you were in a different juxtaposition… You would look at that setting sun and beg to think that it was a romantic setting if you weren’t so aware of the choked tension floating between one mind all the way to another.

Pulling your hands upwards, you wrapped them around yourself and traced the lovely nature of those clouds with your gaze, clasping your elbows and smearing dirt to your skin as a result of your hands previously being buried in the Earth. It appeared like you were a small child, looking at Noa, how tightly sprung together he was, and decided to take the same position yourself. Your ribs pressed against your knees as you pulled in on yourself. In no way was it comfortable but there was a calming sensation that rolled over you at the idea of squeezing yourself out of existence. There was nothing tying your eyes to the sky and they fell like a hardened raindrop to the Chimp in front of you.

The way that his shoulders were dominoing in, the way that his breathing was slow, pensive and full of thought. Fur was a bit on edge, raised around his shoulder blades and on his neck. He had acknowledged that you were there when you first stumbled upon him. He hadn’t heard you move away so the safe assumption was that you were both sitting in deafening silence out of pride. Which one was more stubborn, Ape or Echo?

Deep down, you hoped it was your resolve that was going to persevere.

You had to be judging him, he figured and out of mild self-deprecation, he’d in turn think that he was deserving of that… Deserving of you scolding him with the heat of your gaze, deserving to never be in your presence again… How he just wanted to be near you again, even if it was in dull conversations that served no consequences from either one of you. It should have stayed that way, Noa beckoned to himself, a bemused chortle hitting the back of his throat at the idea. Flicking the water with his fingers, he watched as a ripple effect took hold and scattered like the wind along its surface. It should have stayed simple… Should not have ever happened, he spent so much time now convincing himself that the feral pull he had towards you meant nothing, and that he just wanted to go on with his life. You didn't want to be with him. He didn't want to be with you. Apart, separated by years upon years of misunderstanding and battling cultures.

Despite trying to convince himself otherwise, his feelings were the polar opposite. It made him ache, pulling at a part of him that he didn't even know existed. A part that would disappear the day you decided to leave the Eagle Clan to go back and live a decent life of normalcy, maybe even finding another group of Echo nomads.

Twitching his right shoulder at that, he tried to shake it off. The thought… of you leaving… Noa never seeing you again, Noa never being able to hear your voice in his head, holding out on some immature thought that maybe you’d come back to him. Noa knew that if that’s what you chose, he’d have to stand down and let you do it. There was ultimately nothing he could do to get you to stay, in fact, he wondered at times why you did. You held no bonds here, maybe Soona and Anaya as they were becoming your friends, but other than that? Noa shook his head and huff, chest heaving out hard and then collapsing back in. no reason, no reason at all…

Alas, sitting behind him with that all familiar glow of heated glances laying waste to his shoulders, you were only wondering what was going on inside of his head. You found the fist of judgment coming down harder on yourself than on anything Noa could, or potentially could, ever do to you. If you were to talk to him, what were you going to say? An apology made sense in most scenarios you ran your way through but… You also felt entitled to an apology yourself and you wondered for a split second if Noa was in the same throes of contemplation, essentially playing a game of Chicken to see who would falter first.

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There was no solace in dreams. You tried to push that small disappointment from your thoughts. You doubted you’d be able to have any semblance of a good dream given the absolute nightmare you just had. Alone in a room with three strange Apes… Chimpanzees, your mind corrected itself, prideful that it was able to remember such a detail. You drew a deep breath in, trying desperately to ignore the burning feeling of your throat. It was screaming for water. Your mouth felt dry too, parched to the point were you felt the beginning of cracks at the edge of your lips. The mild aching in your head returned, most likely now due to a mixture of your injuries and dehydration. All this aside, you didn't want to open your eyes in some hope that maybe you could beckon a dream your way. A good one. Something to distract from your previous nightmare.

Moving quickly, you were sitting straight up with a gasp falling from you body once you felt the pestering pounding on your temple. Grasping your head for a moment, you tried to get your bearings back. It was just a nightmare, you told yourself over and over again. Squinting, your eyes came into focus; slowly but surely you were able to make out mild details in the room. Feeling like you were about to lose whatever sense of pride you had left, you gazed at a form in the corner. It seemed human, at least in the low firelight, and it was moving. At least, shoulders were. You peered at them, tilting your head in hazy confusion. Your body felt like it was crunching with the movement, you knew that to be from dehydration for sure. You just had to think to yourself again; how long had you been passed out?

Shoulders were moving, right right… Shoulders… moving… Hands were doing something, you could tell, seeing a minor sheen coming from whatever they were holding and fixated on. You shook off the grimy feeling of your hair, actually your entire body, and felt your breath catch in your throat when you finally deduced the form to not be that of a human. Oh… Oh! You groaned audibly, grasping at your head again with both hands as it thrusted. It almost felt like your brain was rattling around your skull like it was in a cage it was trying to escape from.

Within a split second, you were face to face with… A Chimpanzee. You wanted nothing more than to move, get away from their stare as they were curious of the nature of your previous sound. It felt overwhelming to move, especially when your head was whirling. When your muscles felt tense, when your back felt sore… You thought about your ankle and the lack of pain radiating from that. Had… Had that Ape… You were having a difficult time remembering their name, had they done something to help your pain there? You remembered the rooty paste splatting on your skin, you remembered there being three of them before where there was only one now. Double vision hit you as you looked down. They were holding something for you. A crudely sculpted bowl of sorts. It was made of clay from the valley, you noticed the deep red color.

What was in it… You squinted again, seeing a ripple of sorts as they finally held it out between your two bodies. There was… Was no way… Your mouth parted and without hesitation, you grabbed it roughly and consumed what was in it. Briefly, their hand lingered in the air before falling back to watch you. Water dripped from your face, drawing themselves into the cracks that reside on the corners, down your chin to drip onto your lap. You wanted nothing more than to place your entire body into water, but the water from the bowl did well enough. Lifting a hand, you wiped the remaining traces from your face and placed the bowl down next to you. Your head was still beating, but as you came to incredible and appreciated lucidity, it slowly tapered to an ignorable throb from your temple.

Noa. That was the name of the Ape here, you recognized him from the details of his face from his pure proximity the first time you woke up. Soona and Anaya were the other two. Two males, one female. You were impressed with your ability to remember despite passing out shortly after processing the fact that you had been saved by them. You stopped moving at that, staring at him in front of you as he placed his body down to sit. They had… Saved you. They could have very well left you there to die, they very well could have taken it upon themselves to take your life, it would have been incredibly easy because you were already on the doorstep of death.

But, they made the choice not to and went through what you imagined to be a rather difficult transverse, to bring you back to their Clan and heal you. Well, to an extent. How much about injury did they know? Obviously, enough to get the spear head out of your leg. Enough to get the bleeding to stop with a paste, that you deduced must have had natural numbing abilities for the bottom half of your calf was of lesser feelings as opposed to its thigh or foot counterparts.

Swallowing, you finally felt good enough to talk. Felt good enough did not equate to actually talking as you still held a frantic force of hesitation; rightfully so you thought to yourself as you saw Noa move, this time being able to actually process how he moved, how he was quick to grab the bowl from you, how he traced back to the corner of the room, hand free but his other appendages were what was keeping him in his hunched position. You could hear him filling the bowl back up, returning just a second later. He handed it to you, flinching back at the mere ferocity you had grabbing it and consuming again. Water fell down your face again, this time getting caught on its way down along your neck. The water shone and reflected against the firelight. Noa noticed you didn't take any time to wipe the water off this time, his attention being drawn back to your eyes that had not left his body once.

“Many days asleep. Three nights… two days. Night now.” Noa looked over at a window that led to the outside. If you focused, you could hear a bit of a bustle. Hoo’s, hoots, hums… So many types of sounds and they were surrounding you. There were more Apes. Obviously, you mentally slapped your forehead. Obviously there were more!

You processed his words, trying to get past the gruff nature of his voice. He was obviously well versed to speak verbally, but from the awkward placement of his tone, it sounded like he wasn’t used to speaking for prolonged periods, or at the very least, used to talking in full sentences or enough to give you insight. At least, that’s what you assumed. He was telling you how long you were out. You figured that his analysis included the few minutes you woke up in a panic before subsequently falling to oblivion again. “W…” You started and felt your throat almost collapse in on itself out of fear of appearing vulnerable. But, out of your own mental sanity, you needed just one more answer from him, “What happened…?”

Noa hesitated. He could answer one of two ways. Honestly or less honestly. Honesty; it would be the truth. Soona, Anaya finding you half dead from being hunted, Noa then proceeding to tell them that the Eagle Clan did not kill, even mercy kill. Taking you back to the Clan, forcing his friends to transfix with him as he pulled the spearhead from your leg and urged them to help him keep an eye on you. Urged them to help him help you. Less honesty; it would be the same as the truth, maybe taking away the meager details of Noa forcing his friends to help. He contemplated and figured that in your Echo nature, you would always assume the worst and think that his force towards his friends meant that they didn't want to help you and you could potentially take that as a way towards assuming they were ultimately going to kill you once Noa wasn’t there.

So, he went with the less honest truth.

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‘I do not understand.’ Those four signed words left you reeling, almost chomping at the bit just to get the confirmation that he was actively not ignoring you and that your speculation was correct. He was deep in thought, waiting for the moment when it was all tied together neatly. When he could talk without another fumble, or at least, hope that another mistake, another mis-interpretation, was far off in the distance. He had fumbled with you once. He had fumbled with Anaya and tried to keep that out of his mind, pinning that he would find a way to solve it once he got his issues solved with you.

It had taken some time, the sun now dropped behind the curve of the Earth, the only light now being that of lingerance, beams sinking into the cold blue sky that had shifted to that color in the blink of an eye and replaced the previously enjoyed oranges and pinks with its first tease of glowing lights that speckled the heavens on a nightly basis. You felt cold, goosebumps rising themselves along your bare arms as the mild chill of the dead night began to set in despite it still being light evening. Baited in anticipation, you weren’t sure if your goosebumps were from the brisk air or from the excitement it gave you that Noa was finally talking, albeit, using sign language.

‘Do not understand,’ He repeated and rolled his shoulders once more. His moniker when nerves were running rampant and he had no other outlet available, often choosing to subside and tinker with things than talk them through, “Echo.” Oh, if you could jump with joy without reserve at the sound of a voice, you’d have done just that as you reveled in the sound of it encapsulating your eardrums. You wanted to pull it in closer, closer… Whisper just to me, your senses screamed at Noa, you’re just for me…

Drawing your bottom lip in at the statement he had made, a blend of delicious verbalization with signing, you understood the notion. He was now looking over his shoulder, right at you a few feet behind him. The dark that was setting in now made it difficult to see his expression against the backdrop of his dark fur and with that, he turned back forward and you were stuck looking at his back. Again.

You needed to muster yourself to say something. The bold accusation you had about Noa, thinking that it was all his fault, thinking that you were the one who deserved an apology was quickly thrown out to the wind and carried off. “I’m sorry…” You whispered again. “I-I don’t know why… I got so mad. Offended…”

“Echo is confused of Echo.” Noa observed.

You huffed out a sarcastic laugh but his observation wasn’t too off the mark. You have felt confused now for weeks. Confused since you first talked about romantic love. Confused at the feeling spurred deep inside of you listening to Noa talk about rabbit mating, confused by the entitlement that you felt, wanting him to only look at you when his attention was elsewhere contradicting the absolute befuddlement you got when he looked at you… You picked your body up from the ground, shaking a few small pebbles and sand off your backside as you trailed towards the Chimp, quite on your feet but you knew he was aware of your body and its placement. If he could be the first to talk, you could be the first to move. Compromise, right?

Noa acknowledged you, tilting his head briefly towards you as you bent down before his focus drifted back towards the water, this time, making small traces along the waterline with his gaze. You were confused when he looked in you. He was intense with his watching, bordering on absolute obsession. It felt like it left burn marks on your own irises when you made eye contact. He was grabbing your throat metaphorically, hot in his hand, small in his hand, and forcing you to drown with him and you never stopped it. You… You didn't want it to stop.

You wanted nothing more than to grab his chin and force him to look at you in this moment, but you feared the repercussions. Noa snapping himself out of your touch, Noa refusing eye contact, mimicking you when he asked you something you didn't know how to answer, refusing to… to… Your hands had balled into small fists as you crouched down next to him. Not sitting, you were teetering on balancing yourself on the balls of your feet.

“It is… my fault.” Noa was quick to draw the blame solely on himself. It was habitual behavior, you noticed he’d rather apologize himself and get it out of the way rather than point the finger at someone else. You wondered if that was a quality his Mother had as opposed to his Father, the late Leader of the Eagle Clan, who from Noa’s words, was courageous and did what he could to save his people.

“Push… Pushed too far with Echo, Anaya was right. Should have known better, Noa should have known, should have never---” He came to an abrupt stop, not willing to give either of you the satisfaction of his next words but they still teased at his tongue in a bid to just admit. It pulled him in for a second with the promise that it would feel better if he just told you how he felt, what was going on but on the other hand? Absolute chaos could ensue. You could reject him, you could choose to find another, either Echo or Ape. What would Noa do then? He felt uneasy in the pit of his stomach like he was in freefall.

He’d suffer, he’d never find another mate, he wouldn’t want to. You weren’t even his mate now and he’d vow to never find another unless he won the chance with you if you gave him the option. Hm… Noa didn't sit with that word now… If.

Pessimism went a long way, much further than optimism.

He was unraveling faster than he was able to cope with and it left you to back track and replay what he told you a few times. Details were spilling you had no idea about. When did he talk to Anaya about all of this? What did he tell him? What did Anaya tell Noa? Swallowing hard at the prospect that Anaya now despised you, you shook it off and looked down at your hands. Noa was careful, you were sure he selected his words with Anaya and you weren’t going to lose a friendship… or two.. You glanced at Noa. Whatever kind of friendship this was. Were you even friends? Or just a naive Ape and a scared Echo who had mutually understanding that it would be beneficial to tag the notion as friendship, just to supersede and stroke both their egos? You didn't want to think about that; about the idea that Noa was just using you for the human knowledge you had and it was nothing more than surface level. Maybe, he was pitching a fit because if you didn't talk to him, he didn't get information.

You felt a burning sensation at the back of your throat as you tried to stifle down any attempts at crying. Noa hadn’t ever seen you do that. He had seen you melancholy, sad at times but never actively crying. Did Apes cry? Did they know what it meant? What would Noa’s response be? The emotional release was seducing you, one tear at a time as they began falling from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks in utter silence before catching a ride down and collapsing against your hands below. Quickly, your hand shot up upon feeling wet and you were wiping your eyes and telling yourself to stop… Stop, stop, stop. Noa would just feel worse if he knew you were crying, if he saw you crying in front of him.

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Eyes stared longingly at the window as sunlight drew its beautiful face into the room. Finally, after what felt like eternity, you could see the room for what it was. A small wooden structure, walls slanted in to a point at the very top but with enough space left to vent, letting smoke of the fire escape without smothering the occupants. A very simple but a very sophisticated design. There was a pile of items in the corner, none of which were instantly recognizable other than the jar that held the paste that so deliciously kept the wound on your leg from bleeding and from general feelings of pain. It was incredible and you wanted to ask what it was but felt it stepped over whatever cordial boundary was set by Noa, by his Clan.

The last three days were incredibly… Boring. You hadn’t been permitted to leave the space you had become so accustomed to save for the occasional guarded times you were let outside to relieve yourself. You didn't get much for your bearings from doing that, the times you have, it was either too dark out and you found it difficult to really assess the village, or Noa purposefully kept his entire body in your line of vision. You had to bark at him the first time, explaining that it was private when he didn't turn away, your hands freezing as they made work to unbutton your pants. He didn't question and turned around quietly and paced forward a bit, perplexed at the severity of your demand.

Privacy, he noted, was a virtue it seemed, at least for Echo’s. Who was he to deny when he had no alternative motive? You hadn’t been allowed to bathe, only eating when Noa supplied you with sustenance, three times a day, on a schedule it seemed. You were lucky to have your backpack with you and were silently grateful to Noa and his friends for not discarding it. It held your clothes and a few small personal effects. If you couldn’t bathe, at least you could have a change of clothes. One dirty pair to another slightly less dirty pair.

He was never late for your meals, showing up at sunrise as the sun peaked itself onto your eyelids, spurring you out of your sleep, at mid-day when the sun tickled your shoulders and right about now, when the sun was flirting on the horizon and threatened to disappear. And he never stayed longer than he had to. He’d watch you eat, never taking in the pleasure of eating with you as it would give cause for Anaya or Soona to presume that Noa was bonding.

Your meals were usually a few pieces of roasted fish, some berries, and nuts in the morning and evenings, your mid-day meal being a bit more light on the fish with a flashy assortment of roots of varying colors. Some brown, some purple, some red. Potatoes, maybe? Whatever it was was good enough to eat. Simple again, and it kept you energized enough to heal your body.

Luckily, the banging from your head subsided yesterday and only hurt if you were too fast to quirk your neck in movement. The bruise on your shoulder blade was nothing more than a light pink, the burns around your wrist from rope was healing tenderly into a small line of pink. They might completely disappear if they chose not to scar you. Your leg was doing its best with what was given. You were just thankful that it didn't have any adverse signs of infection.

As if at your beck and call, Noa propped the door open with his free hand, sauntering rather gracefully as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Made from simple thickets of wood bound together by some twine, it looked lighter than it actually was, the weight behind evident in the small grunt that Noa made handling it with one hand. Feeling your stomach churn from excitement, you were quick to take the bowl once he offered it to you in his usual silence, not anticipating much back in return. You didn't converse outside of him asking how your calf felt, asking if you felt better. He was surprised to hear the utterance of a tiny ‘thank you’ under your breath and it left him feeling bewildered.

You went for the nuts first; always the easiest as they came to you already deshelled. Eagerly placing them in your mouth, you almost groaned out of satisfaction as your teeth came crunching down on them, the noise reverberating in your ears. Licking your lips, you peered over at Noa who was back to his usual spot. The corner, he must have had a good view to watch over you from there. Able to see if you’re gravitating towards the door, able to see if you’d even consider crawling out the window.

Huh, you hadn’t thought of that but now that it was in your mind, it wasn't terrible--- You stayed quietly still, watching with confusion as he placed a bowl in front of himself, hunching his rather broad body down and picking at the contents. Was he… You tilted your head and felt your fingers brush over some berries. One smooth, one a bit fuzzier. Blueberries and raspberries, you figured. There was no way he was eating with you, right?

Drawing your pointer finger to your lips, you licked it and made eye contact with Noa, who in his fit of confidence that shifted him to eat with you, watched the movement with a vague sense of perplexity, green eyes narrowing as your tongue sapped the juices of a berry off your fingertip before you dropped your hand back down, now slightly encased with saliva. Noa watched it glimmer as it caught the light of the sun rays before you picked at the berries, searching for another red one.

Echo’s were weird, he kept telling himself and tucked into a piece of fish. He’d be absolutely foolish to not notice your eyes on him. The way they seemed to glare as he took a bite, canines more evident than ever as he tore apart the skin of the fish to get to the tasty meat inside. He made it look so easy, you felt a pang of jealousy at how slow you were to dismantle the fish. You avoided it; picking now at the berries and nuts, not sure if your lack of hunger was from actual lack or the fact that Noa was sharing a meal with you.

“Do you…” You perked up at the sound of his words, mustering a tiny reverb off the walls of wood around you. “Not like?”

Ah… You slid yourself to sit cross legged and looked at your bowl. He must have noticed you taking less interest in the fish. Noa knew it wasn’t like you to skimp. In fact, he was pretty adamant about getting you to eat, knowing that it would somehow aid in your body’s ability to heal. The faster you heal, the faster you can be released, was always the feeling you got for him, no personal attachment to the situation outside of not wanting you to die. You didn't answer him right away, staring contently at the food he so graciously gave you day in and day out.

“I um…” Drawing your bottom lip in, you chewed at it roughly. Enough to leave indentations of your teeth against the sensitive skin, but you reminded yourself not to go too hard otherwise you were going to end up with a mouth full of blood from breaking the skin. Noa took note of that action. Nerves, he had figured out. You did that when nervous, put on the spot. “I-it’s good.”

How were you supposed to make small talk with an Ape? What were the common grounds you could find? Obviously food, Noa brought it up first. The weather? Oh! Your hobbies, of course. He must have wanted to know all about those, you murmured sarcastically in your head. You had no idea the social etiquettes of Apes and it was evident with how he held himself that Noa thought the same about Echo's.

“Can show you,” He manifested right next to you, causing your heart to jump into your throat. You tightened your shoulders and looked at him, mouth open in surprise as you simply didn't see him abandon his spot to come sit next to you. Were you really that deep in thought? "How to take fish apart."

You blinked once, looking down at his hands as he was now holding an entire fish in his grasp. You blinked twice, bringing your eyes back up to captivate his gaze with fleshed out fear but simmered curiosity sat behind that. He had to have seen it sitting so close to you, the proximity leaving very little threshold. It was apparent that personal space was not a concept to him, but you took mild interest in the way his breathing collapsed against your shoulder with each out-stretched exhale. Wordlessly, you nodded and he began a very intricate breakdown of how to work around the skin, work around the bones… You watched him, flickering between both his hands and his face, like a child being taught something new. You retained nothing from the lesson, more perturbed as before. He was so… remarkably human.

A part of you shifted with uneasy thought.

Maybe… He was more like you than you cared to admit.

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Luckily, you were able to stave off crying audibly but now you dealt with the consequences of your eyes burning from the tears still lingering behind them. You fell back from the balls of your feet harder than you anticipated, bringing your body in to sit next to Noa. You weren’t going to move for a long time, you decided, maybe even pulling yourself into a tightly sprung ball and just sleeping by the creek rather than making the trek back to your make-shifted nest for what you would assume to be a rather fitful night of sleep. Laughing to yourself, you thought you’d sleep better on the cold hard ground rather than in your securely knitted bed.

What you so desperately wanted was for the Ape next to you, your shoulders brushing once with loose connections, to take you into his arms and pull you into his nest for the night. You’d let him, you’d let him hover above you in devotion, crashing down on you like waves of the ocean, you’d let him sleep next to you in comfort to drift to a place full of dreams… Your knuckles were flushed with white as you had tightly curled your hands into fists, a violence shaking through you at the unsatisfaction that you were more than likely never going to experience those things with him. A reality that was set in motion the moment you met. The day he chose to save you instead of letting you die like you were supposed to.

“Noa does not understand Echo…” That was a clear moment of self-admittance and it stung a bit to think about. You shared the same sentiment but had the impression that Noa already knew that and was focusing on his own turmoil in hopes that maybe it would solve yours as well. You had given him so much but so little at the same time. So much about your humanness, but not enough about your own self; shutting him down completely the moments when conversations turned too personal. All personal items he knew about you came from picked apart conversations between the two of you, conversations he pretended to not be invested in when you talked to Soona, Anaya and even his own Mother. He was always listening, always holding himself out to get more, more…

He wanted it with such fever, such carnal intent that he’d consider begging for it but never did out of self-reservation and some sickening idea that he was too important to do that; his mind would yell at him. He was the leader, he was the Eagle Clan. He should only make others beg, he should only make his Eagles follow his commands, Noa wasn’t built to take them from others. But, if you asked him to? If you commanded Noa to beg? Oh, Noa would grovel on his knees just for a speckle of your attention, just for an insight to you, not just as a figment in his imagination anymore, but as a real possibility, an avenue for him to take.

Your fingers twitched in desperation to touch him. Just a sparing graze of your fingers along the bridge of his brow, a fluttering sensation of your hand against his bicep. There was that incentive to comfort but he was giving you nothing to work with. He was still rigid next to you, his breathing paced and steady. If he were putting effort into making it so, he was covering it up very well. Swallowing back a lump that had formed in your throat, you scooted closer to him and let your shoulder make brief contact with his own. Thick fur tickled at you, primal feelings resting in your spine to just lean fully against him, knowing he’d let the weight of your body collapse against him and he’d hold you in place. That’s what you thought would happen in your mind; nothing from Noa gave you intent to think otherwise. He’d probably let you fall if you did that, not understanding the pure intimacy of the gesture.

“I…am sorry. Should never have asked… about mating… ” That tore you out of a mild daydream. Noa’s voice came out softly as opposed to the usual awkward placement he found himself in trying to form words.

Acknowledging the apology for what it was, you sighed a small bit and nodded in acceptance. Noa saw it out of the corner of his eye. So… That was that. You both apologized, you both looked out at the creek in front of you, watching as the water lapped its way across the landscape. The sun was gone, the sky was turning from that lovely blue-ish purple to a deeper setting midnight navy. Soon, there was going to be no illuminance to see the features of his face next to you, to trace his furline on his brow, to sweep yourself in the intensity of his eyes… Sighing gently, you shuffled next to him once more, shoulder bumping rather than grazing.

“I never have.” You said to him with a flash of a smile more at yourself than at him. You were trying to keep yourself calm and grounded, trying to convince yourself that you were doing the right thing by opening up. By admitting something to him that no one else knew about. “Mated… You uh…” Drawing your bottom lip in, Noa sunk happily into that. Some sort of normalcy back in this whirlwind of two weeks that took almost all his willpower to overcome. “Asked me about… that the first time we really talked. I never answered you and I--- I should have…”

Quietly, Noa turned his attention to you, green reminiscent of leaves with dew on them burrowing holes into your own. Whatever it was that you were doing, groveling, bargaining… He didn't want it to stop as the sound of your voice drew him back to some realm of peace and when you turned his face to continue speaking, he could feel your breath against his cheeks, against his eyes and he shut them for a moment to relish in the sensation. “I had nothing to hide with my answer… You… Were just asking me a perfectly acceptable question.” You laughed, “I mean, I’d want to know if you were mated in case they came for you.” Pausing at how stupid that must have sounded, you gave him one bit more, taking the entire concept of the last few conversations into your own hands, “ I’ve never even been kissed. Wh-When I told you all about that.. I don’t even know how it feels.” You laughed a bit at that. The concept of embarrassment hitting you like waves. Now he knew. Now you knew he knew and that was okay. What Noa chose to do with the information was now the question in the air.

“Thank you…(Name).” He was soft beside you, the nature of your name coming out of him sounding more enticing the more it replayed in your mind, starting the moment it hit your ears. This was the first time he called you that, and not their rudimentary ‘Echo’. With widened eyes, you looked at the side of his face, trying hard to find what he was thinking, how it must have felt to say your name… Was it good? Did… did he like the sound of it? Your mouth fell into a state of awe, almost slack jawed. You wanted him to say it again. Your hands grasping at his fur in your head. And again. His hot fur against your body. And again. Him making you his.

You nodded at his gratitude, unable to verbally say anything in fear that you were going to absolutely come crumbling down. Slowly, as the way he said your name beat its way around your skull, you began convincing yourself to get up and go back to the village for the night. All these thoughts despite the gravity pulling you to Noa. It wasn’t meant to be this evening, Noa must have figured the same and stood beside you. He was fast with his actions, holding a hand out before you even garnered enough energy to get your legs moving. You looked at it right in front of your face, admiring the longevity of his fingers for a split second too long.

With a surge of unfamiliarity resting in your stomach, you granted permission and a few seconds later you were holding onto his grasp and he was hoisting you up with ease like you weighed nothing more than a little leaf. Staggering once your feet planted on the ground, you were oblivious to your hand adjusting itself away from Noa to grasp at his forearm to garner you some balance. You were closer than you had been in quite some time, nearly chest to chest as he could have very easily poured himself right over you. But, as soon as brisk contact was made, it was lost and you felt your hands momentarily reaching to bring it back as he had been the one to move, now a few paces ahead of you, leading the way back. You followed obediently, not even beckoned.

‘Talk tomorrow?’ Noa signed at you once in visible light from the many spires of fire around the village. You traced his hands with your eyes and nodded wordlessly, feeling a sense of vibration hit your senses. You were either really tired or really wired. You had a feeling it was the latter, only accelerated by the way that Noa was staring at you. Deep in thought it looked like his green and golden orbs were hiding behind the dilation of his pupils. Your confirmation made him swell a bit, his chest broadening at the idea of seeing you in just a few hours time. There was a silence that fell around the two of you. There was no one else around, well… Noa tilted his head and peered into your nest for a split second before quizzically looking around. There was no one at the creek, but now the idea hit him. You could invite him in, you could ask him to stay, you could…. How he’d love to fall inside with you. He opened his mouth to speak, “I---.”

“Do you want to come inside?” You asked gently to him, your voice wrapping him in chaos. You… Wanted him to come in? Maybe, you were just being polite. He knew that from time to time you did things that made you uncomfortable for the comfort of others, Noa recognized it well because he was the same way. Or was it… having read the look on his face and recognizing he must have processed your words from earlier, he now had questions he wanted answers and wouldn’t sleep well unless getting instant gratification?

He hoped he wasn’t that easy for you to read otherwise the conversation pieces in the future he wanted to delve into were going to give away a lot of his inner thoughts. Admittedly though, you were on the same boat and wanted to give him his answers which spurred you to invite him to join you. In your personal space. Alone. With… Just… Noa… The back of your head zinged. Your ears felt prickly, your feet felt heavy, your breathing picked up but oddly enough, your lungs felt like they were full of water.

You couldn’t stop now though- Your eyes watched as he shifted himself onto all fours and he settled himself inside of the small hut you had made your home. Wordless, but just as graceful with his body as he always had been.

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errruvande · 2 months ago

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A brief check up

Pairing: Sihtric x F!Reader

Note: this is a brief little thing for @whitedarkmoonflower, Happy Birthday, love!!! I hope this bring you a bit of a nice mood 💖

Summery: Sihtric returnes from their failed attempt to reclaim Bebbanburg

Warning: SMUT, oral (female receiving) (still trying to figure out smut, idk if it works lmao)

Word Count: 1762

You were untying his leather vest, brushing your nose against the skin of his neck, you fingers working through the tied strings of the lacings on the both sides of his chest until the vest opened and you tugged it off Sihtric's body, ditching it on the floor.

He had just returned home. Not seeing or even hearing from him for almost two months was torturous, waiting for him to return with Uhtred with the good news of reclaiming Bebbamburg.

"We didn't..." Sihtric drew in the air, you felt his body breaking under your palms. "We lost... Beocca is dead.”

You slid your hands forward, tracing Sihtric’s side, and pressed yourself to his back, clasping your palms in the lock on his stomach. “I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t know Beocca all too well, but he was a friend, he meant a lot to Uhtred, and meant a lot to all of his friends, Sihtric included. He was there from when Sihtric joined lord Uhtred all those years back, till now. You squeezed him tight, burrowing your nose in the crook of his neck, placing a soft, warm lingering kiss.

“I’m sorry, I really am, but you’ve survived that ordeal and this is what matters the most to me right now.” Brushing his dark curls aside, you carefully overlooked his neck, planting a kiss on the small curve right under his head.

Your fingertips traced his body down, feeling the lean muscles under the fabric of his tunic, grabbing the hem of the material and lifting it up slowly, one hand feeling the skin underneath your palm, praying not to feel any new bumps and cuts.

You did it every time SIhtric came home from the journey. Undressing him slowly, one piece of clothing after another, too afraid to find that he was wounded.

He was standing patiently, waiting for you to reassure yourself that your man is fine and healthy, touching your hair playfully from time to time to win a sheepish smile from your concerned face.

“You are all well.” You barely whispered into his skin, standing up right in front of him, brushing his naked chest with your fingers before touching it with your lips.

“I looked well after myself,” Sihtric murmured, his tattooed fingers reaching out to your cheek, grazing the skin gently. “I know you would kill any bastard who would touch me with his blade.”

You both chuckled lightly, as he tugged your pretty face closer to his and kissed your lower lip, framing the full contour of it with his tongue, and diving into a deep kiss, the other hand entangled in the fabric of your dress, towing your body forward, collapsing your abdomen into his with a soft hum. You sucked his lip in between your teeth on the feeling, slowly wrapping your arm around his hot, lean body as you were pressing yourself into him even harder, leaving not an inch between the two of you.

“Do you need a help with forgetting everything that happened?” Stopping the kiss, you brushed your cheek against his on your way to whisper these words into his ear, enclosing Sihtric’s earlobe between your lips.

With a soft hum he yelped. “Hmm, yes, please.” His hand slid down your body, tracing your curves, and landed on your bum, squeezing it tight enough for you to moan sweetly in his ear. “I really need you to distract myself or else I’ll go mad.”

In instant, you felt your skin turning warm as if you were standing under the burning sun in furs, but it wasn’t the sun that heated you up, Sihtric’s hand was combing through the fabric of your dress, draping it in his palm until the hem of your dress didn’t reach your butcheek and you felt his fingertips dug into the soft skin.

“I hope no one bothered you while I was gone?” He leaned back, trying to see your face that was burrowed into his neck this whole time, smirking sheepishly at your heated up cheeks.

“No one dares to.” You aired out, biting down your lower lip, head tilting back just slightly on the feeling of Sihtric’s fingers finding their way to your already slick folds, brushing it with just one finger to tease you.

“Good.” He murmured, his voice low and raspy. He traced your cheekbone with his tattooed fingers, sliding from your cheek to your chin, tilting it down a bit, your lower lip slightly bulging from the tension of his fingers. He leaned towards you, biting you lip and tugging it out, coaxing a low moans from you, all the while his other finger was forcing you to arch your back just a bit, spreading your thighs just enough for Sihtric to get more comfortable brushing your wet folds with his fingers. “You did miss me, right?”

His voice was a low sultry purr filling your mouth, warming up your belly and sending little goosebumps running all over your body. On his touches you jutted your bum up, almost guiding SIhtric’s finger to slip inside your folds, humming seductively, the moan low and breathy into his mouth before you bit his lip and sucked on it, teeth scraping the sensitive skin of Sihtric’s lip.

“I missed you right, love.” You pulled from the kiss suddenly, eyes fixed on Sihtric’s. “Mind to undress me, or do I need to do everything myself?”

Your voice was a mead, sweet drink to Sihtric’s ears. He cocked his head on the side, a mischievous smile appearing on his face as he studied your movements: your hands pressing to his chest and pushing away from him, - Sihtric’s brows furrowed when he lost the feeling of your wetness on his fingers. - you slid your hands down your body, grabbing the hem of your dress, and started pulling it up, lingering when the fold of the fabric reached your breasts. You twirled just a bit, teasing Sihtric with your breasts shaking from your movements and felt his fingers digging into the curve of your hips with a coarse growl, yunking you to his side in one swift motion, his lips naturally falling into the cleft between your breasts.

His heavy kisses mixed with the low, animalistic growling spreaded the fire-hot warmth throughout your whole body. You hand treacherously tangled in the dress under your head, giving SIhtric the full control of your body for the brief moment. He spent no time, pining you to the nearest wall, his lips wet on your breasts, nibbling on the hard nipples, making you dance on your tiptoes from the spreading desire. He gave your nipple the last bite, circling it with his tongue a few times and went lower, making a wet trail of kisses while he didn’t reach your pubic bone.

“Ugh, I missed it so much…” He growled out into your skin before brushing his hands down your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little. “Do you want it, princess?”

You squealed, hands still tangled in the fabric, but at least your face was free and red, both from Sihtric’s hands dancing on your thighs, and the harsh battle with your dress. You moaned, looking down at Sihtric, the braid over the sheared side of his head beaming with silver hair beads. You want to touch it so bad, to touch his head, his face, but your damn hands and that damn dress were entangled in a death lock.

You moaned loudly when he pressed his lips to your clit, circling your sensitive spot with his wet tongue, sucking it and nibbling on it, making your body inflating with pleasure. The tension in your body from his little service made you fidget, your feet going up and down on the toes, your abdomen twitching with delightful tugging pain. You felt your sleek dripping down your cunt, you didn’t see it but you knew for a fact that Sihtric’s chin was all wet and it made you shut your eyes and wail, head bumping into the wall behind you. SIhtric kept sucking on your clit more vigorously, the slurping sound echoed the room as he did not waste a drop of your juice.

Your legs were shaking, standing on the toes the weight of your whole body almost wrecked your poor fingers, while you were bouncing up and down uncontrollably, bucking your hips against Sihtric’s face on the feeling of the pinching wave crashing into your body. You started sliding down, pressing your back to the wall in a fruitless attempt to stay on the spot, but just a second later you found your legs wobbly and your thighs resting on Sihtric’s shoulders.

As he continued to suck on you, his hands dancing freely around your thighs, you felt as you were getting closer. Your whole body tightened, as a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any given moment, your panting was getting heavier with each second and each lick Sihtric gave your clit, your mind got hazy and you were seeing colours you had never seen before. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the wave of pleasure crushing you one after another, gnawing your fingers and shaking your legs. You clenched around nothing, wishing for Sihtric’s cock to be inside you.

Sihtric growled gravelly when you collapsed on his shoulders loosely, your hands swinging behind your back as the damned dress slid off them on the floor.

“I don’t know about you, princess, but I missed you.” He said with a smirk, swiping your cum from his chin with his hand, your legs still trembling around his neck.

“Sihtric…” The moan you let out almost turned into a whisper. You wrapped your arms around his head, fingers tracing the Yormunganrd tattoo, as you panted into his forehead. “I thought I was supposed to distract you, not the other way around…” Your fingers slid from his tattoo to his chin, tilting his face up enough to give him a desperate kiss.

“I got distracted well enough…” Chewing on your lower lip, Sihtric moaned into your mouth. “Don’t worry, princess.”

He took your legs off his shoulders and stood up, lifting you in his hands, bridal style. He gently put your trembling body on the bed, kneeling at the bedside and planted a kiss on your nose, whispering with a smirk. “You’ll have plenty of time to make up to me.”

The light giggle was the last thing you remembered before passing out into the dream, your body heavy like rocks, drowning you into the deepest depth of your mind.

Thank you for reading this lil piece! Comments and reblogs are very appreciated 💖

Again, happy birthday love, hope you'll have the greatest day possible today 💖💖💖💖

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boba-beom · 1 year ago

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ well hidden | KANG TAEHYUN NSFW

・❥・ pairing: taehyun x noona!reader

・❥・ genre: tiny fluff, pure smut | one shot

・❥・wc: 2.6k

・❥・ warning(s): established relationship, reader is down bad for taehyun lmao, taehyun and his noona kink, reader is older than tyun, public(?) scene, dom!taehyun, pet names (sweet cheeks, baby, good girl, my noona, babe), taehyun gets called big boy 🤭, exhibitionism kink, heavy petting, praise & degradation 🤭, oral (both receiving), he's a lil rough with throat fucking, fingering (f receiving), taehyun ‘mean’ tease, unprotected sex (always stay safe guys), multiple orgasms, surprise breeding kink oop, lowercase intended, not proofread

・❥・ a/n: I think this is my first official full taehyun smut, so enjoy because this is the first of many noona!reader thoughts I have omg

・❥・ summary: going on a vacation with your smoking hot boyfriend can be relaxing, but asks if you're down to have more fun on an empty beach. or so you think.

it's late noon, the sky turning a soft amber shade in the sky, clouds entertaining your eyes, and though the sun may be beginning to set, you and taehyun still decide to soak up the last few minutes of the sun.

you shuffle on your beach towel from your back to lay on your front, tilting your shades lower on your nose to watch your hot boyfriend walk towards you from the ocean. his hair hangs wet over his forehead with droplets falling onto his broad shoulders and down his muscly chest, trailing down his abs and to the band of his swim shorts until he approaches you with a mischievous expression across his face.

"still checking me out even though we've been dating for god knows how long now?" he picks up a towel beside up and ruffles it against his hair, triggering the pulse between your thighs because he just looks that good, and throws it over to hang on his shoulder.

"it's called admiring, baby." you chuckle.

he sits beside you, observing the way your cleavage is on display and pressed against the beach blanket beneath you, just for him to see on this majorly sparse beach. you had an inkling that your boyfriend had something in mind, he always did, and you were just waiting for him to tell you what he's been thinking about.

the moment taehyun's fingers lightly skim down your back, tracing your spine as you let out a comforting hum. your eyes close as your breath picks up in the tiniest bit and as soon as his fingers reach the string on your bikini bottom you feel him tug on it ever so slightly. you feel him closer in proximity despite having your eyes shut, sensing his warmth radiating from his body.

"how about we have some fun, hm noona?" he whispers erotically in your ear before laying kiss from your jaw and down the back of your neck until he places both of his hands on your hips, lightly squeezing your sides and beginning to massage the area as you let out another hum, borderline moan.

"taehyun, someone could see us though." you whine, as if you cared that much, but for the sake of decency you wanted to be sure it was just the two of you.

"c'mon, why would it matter? I know you're into that anyway." he chuckles as he resumes kissing and nipping at your neck. he groans against your skin as he turns you onto your back and he situates himself between your legs, feeling his semi-erection against your thigh.

"but what if-"

"noona, do you want me to fuck you or no?" he holds your chin to look up at him, his grip a little too tight but you loved it.

nodding your head at him with your doe eyes as you look up, he tightens his grip a little more as you whine.

"words, yn, I need to hear it from you."

"taehyun, baby, please use me. fuck me, use me all you like. I want you so bad." he smirks in satisfaction after hearing your needy whines, letting go of his hold on your chin before returning with his trail of kisses.

this time it felt like your skin was gradually getting a little hot after each kiss, burning up after each one. he reaches one of his hands up to massage one boob and the other occupied by his tongue dragging along the hem of your bikini.

his hot trail of spoiling you with his love continued until his face reached your navel, watching you starting to heave out of sensitivity. taehyun didn't hesitate to pull on the string of your bikini bottom until it had completely untied, leaving the loose material over your clothed core.

"you're always such a good girl for me, aren't you?" his voice lower than before, and you reply with an excessive nod. "my pretty noona wants to get fucked on this beach so bad, bet you want someone to watch me fuck you until your legs are shaking non-stop."

you feel yourself clench around nothing, wanting his hand to take away the loose material covering the area where you were desperate for him to touch you.

"you know I can be good for you, just please touch me." you beg, grazing your hand along his broad shoulders and up to rest by his neck, fingers occasionally playing with the beaded necklace, knowing it's one of his sensitive areas.

the pulse in your ears were almost deafening if it wasn't for the gentle waves alternating between washing up closer to you and pulling back. to your luck, he pulled away your bikini bottoms, teasingly gliding his middle finger from your clit down to your leaking hole.

"I can't wait to taste you," he groans from the slick gathering between his fingers and separating his digits to find a thin string of your arousal hanging in between.

"do it then." you look down at him as he raises a brow, amused at your tone.

taehyun gets comfortable between your legs, thighs over his shoulders and threading his arms around your legs with his hands resting on your inner thighs. you prop yourself on your elbows to watch his head dip between your legs, knowing just how wet you've become just from his simple touches.

you anticipate his tongue as your eyes steady at the back of his pale-coloured, damp hair, but instead you feel a cool breeze. the breeze around you wasn't as strong as the chill you feel against your core, until you realise taehyun's blowing over your wet cunt.

you whine, squirming with the littlest movement possible until you feel him dip his tongue between your drenched folds and sliding up to lap up at your clit. your chest heaves heavily above him, having your hands grope your boobs through your bikini top and taehyun lowers himself so he could look up at you. but the change in angle only came to aid in your pleasure once he enters his tongue into your cunt, his nose bumping against your clit.

taehyun loves when your hands roam around your body. he watches the way the nylon material of your bathing suit wrinkles as you squeeze your boobs.

"untie it, I wanna see all of you." he lift his head higher, placing his lips against your inner thigh thinking he would kiss the area, but he bites and sucks a couple of times before licking them after.

if there's one thing you knew about your boyfriend, it was that he was obsessed with you. he's more obsessed over the fact that you're older than him. something about him pleasing an older woman boosts his ego and makes his head fuzzy.

after you untie your top piece, he reaches up to set them aside, next to your undone bikini bottoms. he loves seeing you bare just for him; it has his dick hardening against the beach blanket knowing that he wants to shove his cock inside you and hear you scream.

"babyy, come fuck me good." you hold eye contact with his lustful gaze, taking in the way you're playing with your boobs and rolling your hard nipples between your fingers.

there was no point in making you wait when that's exactly what he was planning to do. rail you on an empty beach while the sun sets.

"you're such a whore for me, noona." you pulse again from his harsh nickname, but you know you are. only for him. always for him.

you stay in your position, elbows hurting from digging into the sand and not realising how far back you were squirming while your boyfriend was working his tongue on you. you scan down taehyun's body again, from his hazy eyes looking down at you, his lips glistening from your wet cunt and his saliva, his chest sheen from a light layer of sweat, his core engaging while me moves over your chest, and his bulge begging to come out of his swim shorts— the material clinging on to the outline of his erection.

"suck it. then I'll fuck you so good until someone hears you. maybe I won't stop and they can watch me treat my noona so well." his voice was raspier and he lets out a light gasp once you pull the band of his swim shorts down, watching his rock hard cock fling up and hit his abdomen.

the tip was glistening from beads of precum gathered at the top before leaking to the underside and about to drip until you stick out your tongue and catching the salty bead, kitten licking the mushroom tip while hearing your boyfriend's breath shaking in the smallest way.

"fuck, noona. wanna fuck your throat so bad." he groans, a hand on his hip and the other guiding your head lower onto his cock.

you whine as he slips more of himself past your lips, his length filling your mouth and the head touching your uvula and causing you to gag.

"come on, don't you want to be fucked like a slut?" he grits his teeth as he experiments a couple of shallow thrusts into your mouth, nothing but noises with your mouth full of cock. "sorry, I didn't hear you?" he snickers.

you grab onto the top of his thigh, clawing onto his skin with your freshly manicured soft gel nails, grazing his skin and leaving behind pinkish lines on his tanned leg.

your mouth is just so wet and warm, engulfed around his length as your tongue sweeps side to side on the underside of his cock. taehyun loves it. he loves that his noona has her mouth full of his cock, whimpering around and sending vibrations down his length.

"mmh, yeah that's my sweet girl, hollow your cheeks." he looks down at you, watching you tightly shut your eyes as you hollow in your cheeks, making him moan from the suction but not yet nearing his orgasm.

you concentrate on your breathing through your nose, as you work on his dick, saliva building up and making a mess around your lips and down your chin. you were going at your own pace until you felt a pair of hands holding your head still, opening your eyes and watching taehyun slip his dick out between your puffy lips.

"I think my noona deserves a good fuck, what'cha think sweet cheeks?" your chest heaves lightly, mouth still slightly open and he takes ahold of his shaft, tapping the tip of his head against your cheek.

"wan' you to fuck me so so good baby." you plead with your shaky tone, gradually opening your legs as he stands up before kneeling between you.

"you just can't keep your legs closed huh?" he kisses your knee while his other hand continues to jerk himself a little more, "but thanks for making it easier for me babe."

he leans down, pressing his tip against your sopping core and doesn't pause before thrusting all the way in, filling you up with the girth of his length hugged by your gummy walls. a soft moan leaves your lips, throwing your head back against the sand and your hands back to playing with your boobs, because you know he loves it when you do that.

one of taehyun's hands are planted on your waist and he leans on his other arm beside your head, holding himself up as his hips snap at a steady but fast pace.

"oh my god, baby, yes, ugh— right there." you whine, feeling his one hand push one of your legs closer to your chest and hitting you at a delicious angle.

"mhm, that's right noona, scream for me." he pants against your jaw, quiet grunts leaving his throat before kissing that sweet spot just below your ear.

you loved the feeling of taehyun fucking you out in the open, and the thought of someone possibly seeing you has you clenching tightly around him, your stomach feeling tighter by the second.

"taehyun, I'm gonna— oh fuck— I'm coming—" you almost scream against his ear, feeling his lips form a smile against your skin, but his hips never stopped.

"hang on a little longer noona, I'm almost close. you can do that for me right?" he whispers against your cheek, voice breathy as his hand gropes your boobs, playing with your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

although you feel your second high coming and overstimulation building up the sensitivity, you nod your head and let taehyun fuck your abused pussy until he cums.

your boyfriend pulls out slowly, hearing you whine from the loss inside you, but he turns you around, "on fours for me." he grabs a handful of your ass, before smacking it and hearing you almost let out a cry. it wasn't long until he plunged into your cunt again, going twice as fast and just as hard you feel your boobs jiggling.

"ah shit, tae- taehyun, too much baby. I'm gonna cum again." you cry out, your fingers curled and gripping tightly onto the frayed edges of the blanket.

taehyun kiss behind your neck again, nipping and trapping your skin between his teeth until his lips travel to your shoulders and the middle of your back. you feel tingly from the sensation thinking you could hold out a little while longer, but you feel his hand come around and circling his two fingers over your clit in a speed that was capable of bringing you over the edge.

in all honesty, he loved that you were breaking apart because of his dick. because of him.

your core felt like it was tightening up again, clenching around him but in sync with his dick twitching against your walls and his airy moans behind you.

"god noona, you feel so good. wanna fill you up, gonna carry my babies, yeah?" he usually speak through gritted teeth when he's close, but he lets himself moan just for you to hear. after all, he knows how much of a whore you are for him being vocal.

"yes baby, fill me up. gimme your big load big boy— ah—." you moan at a higher pitch, feeling your second wave of orgasm washing over you as you feel your thighs shudder beneath you.

your boyfriend lets out his staccato moans as his thick load shoots against your walls, slightly bucking his hips with every release. his head slightly going hazy from the grip your pussy still has around him, but he tries to steady his breath as he unloads his last few spurts of cum into your full cunt.

"shit baby," he catches his breath, "let me stay inside you for a little while, gonna make sure we get a baby out of this."

you chuckle breathlessly under him, his hands roaming around your hips and caressing you so lovingly. littering your bare back in wet kisses and playfully nipping some place.

"what if I don't get pregnant from this tae?" you turn your head to look up at him, watching him plant a kiss to your temple.

"then I'm gonna have to fuck you more... several rounds until we successfully have a baby in your tummy." his hand runs down your torso and cradles your lower stomach as he thinks about how beautiful and round your stomach would be one day, carrying his child. "but I'm gonna make you my wife first."

you giggle at his comment, and then some more from his ticklish kisses as he whispers more about how excited he is to start his life with you.

though, a pair of eyes were fixed on your bare backs from a distance, the guy's brows lightly scrunched and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as two dimples appear prominent, one on either cheek.

he steadies his breath as he looks down at his spent dick, cum on his lower abdomen and his fist which is slowing down his motions.

"fuck." he whispers under his breath.

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tyudearyous · 7 months ago

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good heart, bad heart - k.ys

pairings : kang yeosang x reader (f)

genre : angst, fluff

themes : romance, ennui in a relationship and overcoming it

wc : 3.6k

author's note : i cried writing this man... am i too emotional but i hope you get slightly emotional too LMAO

🎵 mimi - youra

masterlist

...

the buds of the flowers slipped on the forehead

i think of you enough to get hot

it makes it pretty hot

plates clinking from the cutleries, an unspeakable silence between you and your lover. it has been months since things started to get weird in your relationship. you kept fighting, endlessly. it wasn't even anybody's fault, but you kept fighting. yeosang usually is a quiet one and he doesn't complain much but somehow these past few months, he'd been starting arguments left and right over the smallest little things. was it exhaustion that depleted him of his emotional capability? or was he falling out of love? you genuinely don't know.

yeosang finished his meal before you do and stood up to wash his dishes. "i'll do the dishes tonight. you can rest, sang-ie" you said while trying to finish your meal. "it's fine" he shrugged it off and washed his dishes. you were a slow eater, while yeosang wasn't. he would wait for you to finish your food before doing the dishes, usually. but yeah, he hasn't been like that recently.

he finished cleaning the dishes relatively quickly before entering your shared room. you were left alone yet again, sadly eating the dish that has gone cold from how long you were eating. when the click of the door was heard, tears started to well up your eyes.

where did it go wrong, genuinely?

...

i find my dreams in vain arms

i look for the young trace

it makes me cry sadly

it was your second anniversary. you both were homebodies, so you didn't really bother to spend it elsewhere. just each other's company is more than enough. "can you wear the dress i bought you last time?" yeosang suddenly asked you. you tilted your head in confusion. he was smiling, he was planning on something.

"just do it, won't you baby?" he pouted with puppy eyes begging you to say yes. you laughed at his desperation, so you agreed on it. once you got changed, suddenly the yeosang who was wearing a simple t shirt suddenly wore a dress shirt which sleeves are rolled to expose his forearms. "suddenly?" you ask him in a mocking tone. "go get ready, i'll be waiting in the living room okay" he kisses your forehead before going out of the room. he's definitely planning something.

you did your makeup lightly and curled your hair to create loose curls that added volume to your hair. when you were finished, you went out and saw yeosang holding an entire bouquet to you. "happy anniversary, my love" he smiles extra proudly. you couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he is.

"did you plan this all?" you took the flowers from his hand and smelled them. it was a bouquet full of the flowers you loved. white roses, baby breaths and several asters scattered. "this is just the first one, you know? so... you ready for the next one?" he asked you. you nodded in enthusiasm.

soon, the two of you were off to a nearby lake. it was nearing night, so the sun was setting. "so, um..." yeosang nervously said after the two of you walked plenty on the lake area. "what is it?" you chuckled. he was getting all blushy and embarrassed. you then scooted closer to tidy up his freshly bleached hair, tucking the parts that were getting near his eyes to his ears. "since we've been you know? it's the second year but i made up my mind, you know?" yeosang continued. "what do you mean by that, hmm?" you were admiring his features. how did you get so lucky with yeosang huh? you were broken from your trance when yeosang suddenly went down on his knees. "um, these... promise rings... i know you don't want to get married yet and we haven't even finished our degrees too but i've made up my mind you know" he proposed. "oh my" you covered your mouth in pure happiness. he then put the ring on your ring finger and looked at you with pure love and adoration. you immediately went in for a hug.

that moment was pure joy for you.

...

good heart, bad heart

take it off only enough that it won't be a sin

bad heart, that bad heart

whose neck are you going to bite?

good heart, that bad heart

doesn't that tree have a season to lower its head?

bad heart, that bad heart

those pretty hands, those pretty eyes

post graduation, the two of you immediately decided to start cohabitating. you both chose a simple one bedroom apartment because you didn't mind sharing a bed anyway. it had been nearly 4 years into your relationship and your relationship got sturdier than ever. yeosang genuinely was the best boyfriend you could ever ask. he was caring and understanding. he even took the time and effort to memorize what you liked, what you disliked, what are your pet peeves and everything. basically everything about you. you couldn't be more than grateful to be with him.

"yeo" you called out to him. the two of you were laying down on the makeshift bed you made after unpacking almost half of the things you both brought. "mm?" yeosang was visibly tired. his hair is very messy now and he was sweating buckets. you moved his hair slightly to reveal his birthmark. you then used your fingers to trace around his birthmark.

"do you know, birthmarks are where you were most kissed in your past life?" you asked, jokingly. yeosang immediately laughed at the random "fact" you said. "oh yeah? what about this life?" he asked with a smug grin. "well of course it's here!" you moved forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. he smiled into the case before encasing your body with his arms to continue the kiss.

this was pure bliss on earth, for you, and for him...?

...

disappear slightly

why did mimi leave me

why is love gone?

friend, please find me

post graduation, the two of you were hit with reality. the real world is tough and ruthless. barely giving the two of you space to be with each other. your time were spent mostly in the cubicles of your offices and it became increasingly hard to properly find time to properly be with each other. sure, you lived together but the only thing you do is sleep and eat breakfast and dinner together. that's it, no cuddles, no kisses, nothing.

perhaps this was the start of the downfall of your relationship.

perhaps this was the start of where it all went wrong.

"yeo, can you squeeze in time this saturday?" you asked him during dinner. he sighed loudly. "y/n, i told you we're having a big project and i can't leave it alone" he spoke with a slightly annoyed tone.

"but, mom is coming over and" "so what? that's your mom. it's not like i must be there? i'm sure she only wants to see you, not me" he slammed his cutleries, resulting in a loud cling resonating through the apartment.

you took another big sigh. "why are you acting this way? i only asked you. i didn't force you to? you didn't have to be so mad. why are you like this?" you tried holding back the tears that were threatening to stream down your face. "i'm tired, y/n. can't you see?" yeosang replied with a tone that sliced your heart open. it wasn't too loud but it wasn't like him. it wasn't him, it wasn't the yeosang you knew.

"do you think i'm not tired too? i never take it out on you though!" you threw your cutleries to the table before standing up and letting out the biggest sigh you could make.

"you're just being over sensitive. i'm not taking it out on you" yeosang argued. you really couldn't take an argument with him right now, so you went to the bathroom to cry and lock yourself for a second.

why are we like this, you thought.

...

disappear slightly

why did mimi leave me?

we meet again

we are again, we are again

"it's weird seeing you here" jooyeon poked at you. "oh come on, some people need to take it out on, you know?" you opened the bottle of soju with ease before taking shots after shots. you rarely went out to drink because you'd drink at home with yeosang usually. "did something happen?" yuri asked you before giving you a piece of grilled chicken feet. "thanks and no, don't worry about me" you immediately devoured the food. honestly? the ones yeosang made you tasted better but it wasn't an option right now.

"yeah, you don't bother going out usually. what's up? is it about yeosang?" jooyeon asked you. you took a second before nodding your head. you then explained everything to jooyeon and yuri, while downing nearly 2 bottles of soju by yourself.

"okay halt on the drinks, so you're saying he's changed?" jooyeon kept your alcohol intake in check. you nodded. "i don't know, i know he's tired but he shouldn't have done that..." you pouted before taking another bite of the food you ordered.

"maybe it's ennui" yuri stated. you tilted your head. "perhaps he's feeling ennui. you've been dating for what now? five years?" you nodded. "he's tired and he probably thinks your relationship was just becoming a bother to him but he doesn't have the heart to break it off, causing him to be sensitive, you know?" yuri explained and you broke into tears. yuri and jooyeon immediately panicked and apologized to you for making you cry.

everything yuri said made sense and it just hurts your heart even more. because you know that what she said was true on some levels and because you know, he was probably getting tired of you.

after the crying fiasco, you wrapped up your reunion dinner. yuri and jooyeon were picked up by their partners respectively while you were there, going home alone even though you have yeosang. it was lonely but you didn't want to strike his nerves so you held in the feeling. your eyes were probably puffy as heck by now. you cried so much on yuri's shoulders, her coat probably has a huge patch of tears now.

it hurts so much, you wished for things to get better but it just seems impossible.

...

between sleep and some sleep

i think of you enough to get hot

it makes it pretty hot

yeosang had been going around the apartment, wondering where you'd be. it was almost 11 PM now and you weren't home yet. you'd usually tell him if you were working overtime but then you'd finish your overtime by 10 PM usually. he tried calling your phone but you didn't pick up. he was waiting in front of your apartment building, worried and scared. scared you'll leave him.

when your silhouette was visible from afar, he immediately ran to grab you and hug you. "where were you, gosh" whilst hugging you tightly. you didn't hug him back, you didn't have the capacity to. "i went to drink with jooyeon and yuri, don't worry" before pulling him away. yeosang was taken aback. "you drank? and you didn't ask me to pick you up? what the hell y/n?" he was getting furious. "you're tired aren't you? i didn't want to bother you, that's all." you replied, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

"what the hell? if you drank you shouldn't have... sigh it's helpless with you" he picked up his pace to walk in front of you. "see! you're always like this" you cried out again. "like what!?" he turned his back to see you completely broke down in tears. when he realized you were crying, he walked closer to you and cupped your cheeks.

i have to do it until the day is bright

i was eating soft grass

it makes me remember sadly with tears

"shit, i'm sorry. i'm so sorry okay? don't cry" he was feeling guilt pool over him when he finally saw how puffy your eyes were. how you had visible tear stains from your mascara running down. he used the sleeves of his hoodie to wipe off your tears.

"you're always like this, that's exactly why i went home alone even when jooyeon and yuri were picked up by their boyfriends. do you not know how embarrassed i was to cry in front of them just because i felt lonely? you would never understand yeosang, you never would" it felt as if a lump formed on your throat and it was incredibly hard to even properly speak.

"i'm sorry, forgive me okay? i'll be better okay? call me next time you drink, please. i was worried" yeosang explained while kissing of your tears away.

"if you were worried you should've never done any of that to me" you stared at him while biting your lips to hold back your tears. "please don't be like this, y/n. let's just get inside okay? you're cold, okay?" yeosang tried to calm you down.

"no, kang yeosang. just how long are you going to feign ignorance to everything? i'm hurting and you don't even understand. do you know i cry every night in the bathroom? you don't right? why? are you tired of me? is that why you kept raising your voice at me every single time i try to talk to you? am i annoying to you now? answer me kang yeosang!" you were screaming at this point. passerbys were looking at you but you couldn't care less. it was the only time you could talk to him, a moment where he won't raise his voice to you because you were raising your voice to him.

"if you're so tired of me, let's just break up. we can cancel the lease, it's expiring soon anyways. i'll return this ring to you, happily even. i can move away fast if you needed me to. i won't... i won't annoy you anymore" you were crying again. you were so tired of crying that your legs simply gave out and you were now on the ground, crying. you felt so miserable.

"don't be like this, come on. let's go home, okay? my love?" he was crying as well. your heart that was already crushed now shattered to pieces. "come on, my love. let's go home okay?" he hugged you while crying into the sides of your neck. he then stood up to make yoiu stand up and walk back home with him. the entire elevator ride he held your hands, so tightly as if you were going to slip away any moment.

good heart, bad heart

take it off only enough that it won't be a sin

bad heart, that bad heart

whose neck are you going to bite?

when the two of you arrived back home, yeosang was quiet. he was probably collecting composure. he then took of your coat for you and even took care of your shoes. this was his apology perhaps.

"you haven't answered me yet" you broke the silence. yeosang just looked straight into your eyes and started begging you to not be like this. tears welled up on his eyes again.

"i asked you, do you wish to end things? because if you do, i'd gladly give you the chance, yeosang-ah" you asked him. "y/n. if you leave me i'd gladly die. i'm sorry for being a bitch. i'm sorry for neglecting you but i don't want you to leave, no just don't leave me. i can't live without you. i can't do it" he begged down to his knees while holding your hand, so desperately.

"then you shouldn't have... you even stopped waiting for me to eat you shit. you know damn well i eat long, you used to wait but you stopped. you kept arguing with me, you kept making me cry every night. you hypocrite" you weren't ready to forgive him that easily. you weren't planning to. it hurt too much for you to immediately forgive him just because he begged for forgiveness.

"i know, i messed up. i'm sorry okay, baby? please. give me another chance. i won't disappoint, please?" he stood up to cup your cheeks asking for forgiveness. you didn't respond, at all. you only stared straight at his eyes. he was sincere but, it hurt too much...

good heart, that bad heart

doesn't that tree have a season to lower its head?

bad heart, that bad heart

those pretty hands, those pretty eyes

seeing your lack of response, he leaned in to place a kiss on your eyes. "i promise i won't make you cry anymore. i promise you won't have to sneak out of our bed to cry in the bathroom again. i promise i would wait for you no matter how long you eat. i promise i would love you with all of me again. so, come back to me please?" he then leaned in to kiss you. it was gentle but all the emotions within it was way too strong to not be felt.

he pulled back slightly to look at your reaction. you immediately brought him in again for another kiss. it was more aggressive this time, heck you even grazed his lips, causing a wound to appear. none of you cared though. none of you cared about anything but to make up for all the lost time between you both.

...

disappear slightly

why did mimi leave me?

why is love gone?

friend, please find me

"i'm sorry, okay" yeosang tucked your stray hair to your ears. you were now laying in bed together. this time though, you were in his embrace. you didn't answer, you just nuzzled further into his embrace. he then kissed the top of your head. before interlocking your hands with his to kiss your ring finger that adorned the promise ring he gave you 3 years ago.

"we'll work this out. we will" he reassured you. "you know?" you said, making him tilt his head. "i hate how despite everything you put me through, i still love you so bad. i love you you asshole" you said, making him laugh slightly before hugging you again, making you go deeper into his embrace. he muttered apologies while hugging you.

everything will be alright, everything will be alright.

...

disappear slightly

why did mimi leave me?

we meet again

we are again, we are again

"sorry! did you wait long?" yeosang ran towards you, who was waiting in front of his office. "precisely 21 minutes, so i guess pretty long?" you pouted slightly, teasing him. he sighed before ruffling your hair. "you're becoming feisty now huh?" he teased you. you then snuck your tongue out to him, earning a hearty laugh from him.

he then guided you to his car that was parked on the parking lot next to his office. once you both were in the car, he drove off to a lake. the lake where you celebrated your second anniversary. "we're here" yeosang unbuckled your seatbelts. you tilted your head in confusion. "come on, just follow me" he opened the door for you and guided you to an area where the moonlight reflected so beautifully on the lake.

in that area as well, there were roses and candles adorning the entire area. "what is this, yeo?" you asked him. he didn't answer but he was smiling. was he planning on something?

"we've been through a lot, right?" he asked you before taking your hands and holding it. "what are you doing?" you asked, confusedly. he then took off your promise ring and went down on his knees.

"y/n. i may have disappointed you a lot along the way but, i love you too much. i want to prove myself better for you. i love you so much, y/n." then he brought out the small red box. "will you, spend your entire life with me? please? i promise i'll treat you well. i'd bring you happiness, heck even i'd buy that overpriced pink couch you loved so much if you wanted to. what i mean is, would you marry me?" he was fumbling over his words but his point came across.

you immediately cried before nodding and saying yes. "yes?" he asked. "yes, kang yeosang yes. i'd like to be your wife, please" you managed to say despite the happy tears causing your words to become slightly mumbled. he then stood up to hug you immediately.

"oh wait the ring!" he clumsily puts the ring onto your ring finger before hugging you once again. "you dumbo" you said before pulling him in for a kiss.

love never left the two of you.

between the good heart and the bad heart,

the two of you were complete nonetheless

the end.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fic #yeosang #yeosang fic #yeosang x reader #yeosang angst #tyudearwrites

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berryjoong · 2 years ago

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✩ sunkissed - lee felix ✩

pairing: lee felix x afab/fem reader

summary: soft, slow mornings like these were always your favorites, just you and your sunkissed angel.

song: sunkissed ~ khai dreams

word count: 2.6k

warning: smut under the cut, minors do not interact! unprotected sex (stay safe kids), fingering (f rec), creampie, use of pet names (princess, baby, darling), honestly just vv soft and vanilla lmao

small a/n: this is my first time writing anything even remotely ✨spicy✨ so feel free to leave constructive feedback! sorry if it lowkey sucks lmaoo but requests are open, so drop an idea if you’d like !!

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soft, slow mornings like these were always your favorites.

you blinked a couple times as you slowly woke up. golden rays of sunlight enveloped you and the beautiful boy next to you, giving his honeyed skin a nearly ethereal glow. felix was still sound asleep, quiet huffs leaving his slightly parted lips as he dozed in the soft morning sun.

you smiled a little to yourself, reaching a finger up to lightly trace patterns between the freckles that dotted his bare shoulders. it was one of your favorite pastimes, truly. you could just lay there all day, endlessly connecting constellations from the little stars his skin was made up of. as you gazed over at him, you were wholly unsure of how you ended up with someone that wasn’t just beautiful on the outside but also the sweetest person you’d ever met.

slowly, a few moments later, the angel boy next to you started to stir. he lifted his head up from where it rested on the pillow just slightly and blinked once, twice, before his eyes fully fell on you. a gentle, sweet smile stretched across his lips the moment his sleepy brain registered where he was and that you were there in front of him.

“good morning, my love,” felix mumbled out, early morning voice a touch deeper than his normal tone.

“morning, my sunshine,” you said back, your own voice soft, so as to not disturb the calm quiet of the morning. you reached the hand that had previously been on his shoulder up to gently brush away a few strands of blonde hair from his forehead. the light color of his hair only added to the fact that he looked like a walking ray of sunshine.

felix gave you a sleepy smile, though his eyes were still full of a starry love only he was capable of. you smiled back, just taking in his heavenly sunkissed form in the soft morning light.

“you’re so pretty, lix,” the quiet words escaped your lips before you even had time to think.

slowly, his smile grew wider and he shook his head. “i think you’re thinking of yourself, lovely,” he said, before leaning forward to lightly press his lips against your own.

you reciprocated the move immediately, kissing him back in the same relaxed manner that he kissed you. you smiled against him, bringing a hand around to the back of his neck and gently pulling him in closer.

you felt him smile into the kiss you shared in return, nudging his nose against your own. “i love you so much,” he murmured into your mouth, not wanting to pull away and be separated from you.

you pulled back just barely to shake your head. “mm, i love you more.”

felix let out a soft whine in disagreement and just kissed you again, not wanting to argue when he knew you wouldn’t let up.

the two of you stayed like that for some time, all tangled up together, lazily pressing kisses against one another. you weren’t in any rush, you just enjoyed the quiet of the morning and the gentle comfort of each other.

you ran your hands through felix’s hair as he detached himself from your lips and started slowly leaving a trail of small open mouthed kisses down your neck. your breaths fell shallow as he made his way to your collarbone and left a small nip there before returning to your lips and kissing you once more.

you lightly pressed yourself more to him as you kissed him back. your hands found their way to the back of his neck again as he rolled over, carefully lifting himself on top of you. he smiled against your lips as one of his hands crept its way under the hem of your shirt and to the soft skin beneath.

you breathed out a quiet sigh as his fingers danced across your skin, wandering ever higher. before you knew it, you were trying to wriggle out of your shirt to allow him to touch more of you.

at this, felix pulled back just slightly, a small smirk playing at his lips. “what does my baby want?”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “you know full well what. just help me get my shirt off,” you said, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt again.

“whatever my princess wants,” felix answered, teasing tone gone as he helped you pull your sleep shirt up and over your head.

with the layer of fabric that previously covered you gone, he sat back for a moment and just admired you. “wow…” he breathed out, awestruck smile adorning his lips. “you really are truly gorgeous, my love.” just like that, he dove back into kissing you. he kissed you like you were the very air he breathed—like without you, he would just cease to exist. he ran his fingers up and down your sides, causing you to shiver slightly at his touch.

your hands cupped either side of his face before they slid to rest on his shoulder blades as he left your lips again. he slowly mouthed his way back down your neck, taking his time to show you just how much he loves you.

he lightly rolled his hips over yours and you couldn’t help the soft, breathless noises that left your lips at his motions. you gripped his shoulders tighter and tilted your head to give him easier access to your neck. and with every lazy roll of his hips, you felt the need for him grow inside you.

he pulled back just slightly to admire the artwork he’d created on your skin. tiny bites and light bruises showcased how much he was yours, just as much as you were his. you opened your eyes and caught his gaze, warm brown now dark, his pupils blown out wide with want. bare skin and blonde hair already mussed up, he was the picture of messy perfection.

you pulled him back down, a groan leaving him as soon as his lips hit yours. one of his hands found its way up to your chest, kneading at the flesh there. you gasped, mouth pulling back from his when he lightly pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the bud between his fingertips. he took this opportunity to lean down and capture your other nipple in his mouth, sucking softly and flicking his tongue over it.

your hands were back in his hair immediately, the soft moans leaving your mouth slowly becoming louder the longer he played with your nipples. he focused on them one at a time, lightly pulling at each one with his teeth. you tugged on his hair, causing him to groan against your skin once more. his hips rolled down to meet yours again and you bucked your hips up into him, needing some relief from the growing ache in your core.

breathlessly, you begged him, “l-lix, baby, please…”

he looked up from where he was and let your nipple fall from his mouth with an obscene pop. “what do you want, my love? use your words,” he said, his gentle tone so in contrast to his words and actions.

you felt yourself flush even as you answered him, “more- more of you.”

one of his eyebrows raised as his lips quirked upwards in a slight smirk. “and where do you want me, lovely?”

you let out a soft whine and pushed your hips into his again. “inside me, please, lixie,” you begged, desperation growing in your voice. “need you in me.”

his smirk faded to a genuine smile once more and he leaned up to leave a light kiss on your nose. “as i said, whatever my princess wants right now, she will get.”

with that, he leaned back and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of your sleep shorts, pulling them and your underwear down your legs. his smile grew only wider, seeing you all pretty and spread out for him, already clenching around nothing. gently, he ran his hands up and down your inner thighs a few times, just appreciating the beautiful wonder you were laid out before him.

“fuck, you’re glistening, baby. so ready for me,” he breathed. slowly, he dragged one of his fingers up through the wetness that had gathered at your core. your back arched slightly at his movements and you let out your loudest moan yet.

felix chuckled at your reaction and slipped that finger inside you a moment after, in love with the way you clenched around him immediately. “does my baby like that?” his voice was lower, deeper than normal. you could hear the need for you in his tone, making you shiver and grip his finger tighter.

he pushed a second finger in, beginning to move them at a languid pace. the extra feeling made you moan out loud again, head thrown back at the contact.

“yes, lixie, fuck, always- always so good,” you stammered out, already only half coherent.

he chuckled lowly, curling his fingers slightly, relishing in the way your warm walls felt around him. he brought his thumb up to play with your clit and nearly lost it when you whimpered at his touch. he leaned down and kissed you hungrily, moaning into your mouth as he worked you with his fingers.

you pulled away just enough to whimper out, “please, stop teasing, want- want your cock in me. please, need you.”

felix swore in that moment, he could’ve came just from your words alone. he nodded and pressed another hurried kiss to your lips. he was quick to pull his fingers out of you and shed his bottom layers, cock bouncing up against his lower abdomen, all hard and flushed and pretty just for you.

gently, he spread your thighs a little wider before settling himself between them. he glanced up at you, the smile on his face much too soft and pure for the setting you both were in.

“ready?” there was that gentle tone again, always present to make sure you felt safe saying no if you wanted. you nodded quickly though, and wriggled your hips slightly in anticipation.

felix chuckled at your eagerness and took his length in one hand, slowly dragging the head through your folds, up and down. it took another whimper of, “please,” from you before he carefully lined up with your entrance and pushed into you. you both let out matching moans at the feeling of him sinking deeper and deeper. he nestled himself into you, bottoming out moments later.

he braced himself with his arms on either side of you, dropping his head against your neck while you relaxed and adjusted to him. he left a few more soft pecks where your shoulder and neck met before he slowly started to move. he lazily fucked into you, in no rush, just rolling his hips and taking his time to savor the feeling of your tight heat sucking him in every time he pulled back.

“fuck, you’re absolutely perfect, darling,” he said, a breathy moan following his words as he felt you flutter around him. “always so, so perfect. just like you were made for me.”

you moaned at his words, wrapping your legs around his hips and clawing at his shoulders, the raw need to just be close overwhelming you. you swore at the feeling of him reaching even deeper in you once you hooked your ankles together behind his back. his hips stuttered at the move and he had to take a moment to collect himself before he started thrusting again.

his hands wandered all over your body, his lips kissed every part of you he could reach and added to the mosaic he’d started on your neck. the only noises in the room were just that of skin on skin and your moans mingling together. the obscene sounds were like utter music to felix’s ears and spurred him on more to do whatever he could to hear those sweet noises fall from your lips again.

his moans slowly became more breathy and airy as his thrusts steadily started to pick up speed, unable to help himself anymore. “just- fuck- just love you so much. you’re so good for me, lovely,” he babbled, his own brain clouding as his high started to approach.

you pulled him closer, grabbing at any part of him that you could, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach starting to build.

“so- so good… so good to me, lix,” you stumbled across your words and bucked your hips up to meet his, both of you chasing your own highs. “oh fuck- i’m close.”

felix let out a whimper as he mouthed at your neck once more, clearly close as well. “me too- shit, me too, baby. fuck, come on, cum for me, sweetheart,” he rambled, sneaking a hand down to rub at your clit again. he moved away from your neck to find a slightly better angle, thrusts faster and more sloppy than before.

the added sensation on your clit was all you needed to come undone around him. you let out a loud whine of his name as your body shuddered and your walls clenched tightly over his cock. feeling you tighten around him was enough to make his mind go absolutely blank. a few deep thrusts later and felix was following right behind you, cumming hard inside you as an airy, high-pitched moan tumbled from his lips. his hips stuttered again as he worked through his high, helping you come down from yours as well. he shallowly fucked into you a couple more times before slumping against you, cock still buried deep inside you, his face finding its way back into your neck shortly after.

you both were panting heavily, just staying where you were for a few moments while you came back down to reality. felix let out a soft whimper from overstimulation as he slowly pulled out of you a minute later.

he placed another gentle kiss on your neck, over one of the bruises he’d made minutes earlier. “i love you so much, my perfect baby,” he mumbled, voice already heavy again with oncoming sleep.

you smiled, leaving a soft kiss on the top of his head. “and i love you too, my sunshine.”

you felt as he smiled against the skin of your neck, just staying slumped against you for a beat longer before hauling himself up and to the bathroom for a washcloth to clean you both off. he returned a second later, warm, wet washcloth in hand and set to gently wiping you down. for felix, aftercare was just as important as everything you’d just done together. no matter how hard or soft he went on you, you knew he’d always be there afterward to clean you up and cuddle you to your heart’s content.

when he was finished cleaning you both off, he just threw the dirty washcloth to the floor and climbed back into bed with you.

“i’ll get it later. just need more cuddles from my love right now,” he said softly, blinking sleepily as he gently pulled you into his arms.

you happily reciprocated his affections and cuddled into his arms, curling back into a ball in his hold. you felt him kiss the top of your head before he slowly started to drift off to sleep again. while you weren’t as close to sleep as felix, you’d be more than content to stay there with him as long as he needed.

you truly loved soft, slow mornings like these. there was no rush as the rest of forever stretched out comfortably in front of you, just you and your sunkissed angel.

#skz felix #stray kids #skz fluff #skz smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #lee felix #lee felix fluff #lee felix smut #felix smut #felix x reader #felix fluff #stray kids x reader #smut #fluff #i tried

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agentmarvel · 7 months ago

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Ooooh, this is exciting!!

I'm challenging you to write... (For the theme, I don't know if I'm allowed to choose more than one, but if not, you can choose between the two). The theme is angst to smut. The character is John Price. The 2 - 3 words are 'broke down car', 'forest' and "I've love you for ten years..."

Anyway, I love your writing, and I can't wait to read this!! ❤️❤️

Nella x

nella! thank you so much for sending one! 🥰 i had fun with this one! v dramatic and got a lot longer than i intended. lmao. i went with angst + happy(ish) ending bc i have so many requests for price + smut.

john price x fem!reader

cw: graphic description of injury, death

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

When John comes to, his head is pounding, and he can taste blood in his mouth. A sickly iron smell floods his nose, and it’s all he can do to keep himself from retching in the dirt. His vision is blurry still, but against a sable sky, he can see a thick pillar of stark smoke and glimmering fragments of glass blinking at him from the asphalt as he struggles to stand.

Finding his footing, his vision comes into full focus, and he feels sick to his stomach.

His car, upside down in the ditch.

The windshield is smashed to bits. One headlight flickers while the other stays dark. Everything around him is silent, save for the sound of his own racing heartbeat.

He doesn’t quite recall what happened entirely. Last he knew, he was cruising just a hair above the speed limit; the windows were down, radio on, and he had been looking forward all day to a peaceful night drive through the backwoods with… you.

You.

You were in the car with him. Pretty thing in a sundress, his fingers tracing a familiar path on your thigh, your eyes lighting up as you recognize a song and start singing along. But the sun set, and your sunny gaze turned cloudy. You were in the passenger seat, arms folded across your chest, tears streaming down your face as you screamed at him. An ache in his ribcage murmurs a reminder that he was screaming at you, too.

A fight. He doesn’t remember what it was about, but it was ugly. Terror grips his heart with ice cold hands, panic spreading through his bones like a suppression system. What happened? How did it happen? What did he do?

It doesn’t matter now. Whatever it was, he’ll concede that you were right. He’ll do anything. Anything at all as long as it means you’re safe, you’re okay.

You aren’t anywhere in his line of sight. He’s not sure how long he’s been out, but he knows damn well that no matter how angry you were at him, you’d never leave him to the elements. Not even to get help; no, not his girl, a world class combat medic.

He opens his mouth to call for you, but the only sound that comes out is a broken croak. It burns his throat. Limping, sparks of pain shooting through his legs, he staggers around the front end of the car. Only a moment does he pause in the fulgurating headlight. He knows the odds aren’t good, judging by the state of the wreckage, but he refuses to allow himself the courtesy of preparing for the worst.

His joints scream at him as he crouches down beside the passenger side, shards of the since-shattered window digging into his skin like razor wire. John Price has never been one for cowardice, but it takes a solid few seconds for him to convince himself to actually look.

The moment he does, he wishes he hadn’t.

You’re still in the car. Suspended by your still-fastened seat belt, you dangle there. Gravity has drawn the flow of blood into your hairline, matting the strands in crimson. Your beautiful face borders on unrecognizable through the injuries. The dress you wear is stained with gore. The sight makes his stomach turn, and this time, he can’t keep it down.

A wail of agony is followed by a gag, bile rising in his throat and spilling before he can react. He doesn’t even spit on the pavement before he’s reaching in through the gap and trying to pull you free. It’s a struggle, but John manages to pry the belt just enough to shake you loose.

He pulls you into his lap, carding a hand through your hair as his crackling voice tries to wake you.

“C’mon, dove. Open those pretty eyes for me, yeah? You’re alright. You’re gonna be alright. Come on, please.”

You’re still breathing, a ragged rise and fall of your chest accompanied by a sharp wheezing in your throat. You’re alive, thank Christ, but for how long?

It feels like an eternity before your eyelids flutter open. He can see you struggling, but he begs you to focus on him. You look up at him. Something is off. It’s like you’re looking through him, not at him.

“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart, I promise. Just look at me, okay? We’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna be alright.”

“John,” you whisper, the vaguest semblance of a smile settling on your lips. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m here. M’not goin’ anywhere, okay? Gonna stay right here with you.”

You lift a hand, but he can hear the bones in your arm popping and cracking in the process. John catches your hand before it can reach his cheek and presses a kiss to your palm. You mutter something. He’s not sure what. He’s more focused on the way you seem to be going in and out of focus, unable to hold on to consciousness without waver.

A beat passes where your gaze finally meets his. You look surprised for a moment, sigh his name like a question. He just nods, reaffirming that he’s got you. You smile again, a little wider this time.

Suddenly, you cough. Blood splatters across your face, the force of your lungs pushing out the liquid. There’s a gurgle and another small cough before your expression softens and you go entirely limp in his arms.

He panics. The first four stages of grief hit him like a freight train, all at once and with no warning. He’s screaming, sobbing, begging, bargaining. All he needs is a few more moments with you, enough time to tell you how much he loves you, how sorry he is, to beg for your forgiveness.

But he won’t get that. Any of it. It’s something he knows all too well.

A glint in his periphery catches his eye, and he can’t help but look.

The reflection of the moon beams off a watch. Attached to the watch is an arm, one that looks awfully familiar. He leans forward a bit further, pressing you into his chest, and sees something that he never could’ve fathomed had he not seen it with his own eyes. There, in the driver’s seat, sits John. He’s beat to shit, covered in blood, eyes vacant below an open mouth in the invert. He’s… He’s dead, too?

There’s really no time to dwell on it before a call of his name from the darkness draws his attention from his body, the horror not subsiding. But the voice sounds an awful lot like yours. If he concentrates hard enough, he can hear footsteps pounding the dirt, a cadence echoing between the trees. His eyes dart around, trying to locate the source. He scrambles to his feet and calls your name in return, hearing your voice again.

“John? Where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His mouth goes dry. This is impossible. You’re dead. He watched you die.

But he’s dead. And he’s here. And you can hear him.

A flash of color at the treeline finds you emerging, and relief washes over John. Even with the aches and pains in his legs, he runs to you. Scooping you up in his arms, he holds you tightly to him. You’re real, real enough for him. Corporeal enough for him to wrap you in his arms and never let you go again.

“How is this possible?” he whispers into your hair.

“I don’t know,” you answer.

It’s quiet now, though John’s mind is racing. None of this makes sense. Do you remember dying? Because he sure doesn’t. Why did you appear so far away when he stayed right beside the car? It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense.

“I look awful,” you finally say, leaning back and looking up at John. “Can you still love me if I have to look like this for all eternity?”

He huffs out a laugh, kissing your forehead.

“Darling, I’ve loved you for ten years… Nothing is going to stop me now.”

pick your prompt here!💌

#john price x reader #john price x you #cod x reader #cod x you #jj writes #unblock my brain prompts

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sauronpilled · 8 months ago

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ROT

@angbangweek

angbangweek : injuries | scars

warning(s) : angst. detailed-ish description of an old injury. not-so-happy-angbang-depiction ( they're fighting and some regrets nothing dark. ). emotional wound as well lmao.

summary : when an old wound left unattended, it'll rot.

pairings : melkor/mairon.

@ervona ty to N for beta reading this fic 💕

In the great depths of Angband, Melkor sought refuge in his companion. Mighty he had been, now lay weakened in the chamber—blood spilled from the gaping flesh; a trail of defeat from the battle.

Rare it was for an Ainur to bear a pain only known to the Eldar. A great being such as he, would be left untouched in his strength, but as The Sun had conquered the darkness, his power dwindled. The kingdoms he proudly built, had been taken by the last remaining light of The trees—how The Valar mocked him so.

Mairon shed the armor that Melkor wore with care, looking upon the injuries on his body. His face unreadable as his fingers traced over the bruises and the scars on his Lord's vessel. Gentle was his touch, reserved only to him. It was the peace that he sought, before a discovery of a wound interrupted it.

Melkor expressed pain greater than that of The Eldar, as his roar echoed through Angband. His legions shivered when his voice touched them. He peered down to the thumb of his lieutenant where he saw a sickly brown gash, reopened once more.

"Fret not, my lord. It is naught but an old wound." Mairon soothed the dark lord with a honeyed song. A melody all too familiar in his present, though with the same detachement in his eyes. He brought forth supplies from the side of the desk, as he carefully mend the opened wound. He brought the stitches to his lord vessel carefully, piercing the skins together.

Melkor then, winced similar to that of a snake.

For once in his life, Melkor was shaken. Pride no longer settled in his heart, for uncertainty had taken its place. His lieutenant sensed this, for fear flickered in his golden eyes.

Mairon turned his attention from the wound he's tending, to the face of his lord. Even in horror, allure graced his vessel. Such a sight provided comfort to the uneased Melkor.

"You shall not leave me," Mairon then warned in his true voice, though void of any sound that are familiar to the ear, it trembled with a great fury. "You have taken me from the guidance of Aulë. You have taken me to a life of darkness, where I acted as a lamp for your cause. Then you abandoned me for the very light that detest you. Do not fool yourself, O Morgoth, for my presence comes not from your false promises, but from my own choices. I have sworn myself to you as Ossë once did, only that, I chose to wait for you. You are mine, as I am yours. Not even your undoing can take you away from me."

Melkor found bliss in the cruel reminder, for he smiled with joy. His darkened finger then reached for his companion hair, a sight full of glory for he shone as the flames that sorrounded them. Frailed he may be, yet his sweet voice slipped from his lips with a deep rasp. "How loyal The Admirable one is to me. Always there to assist."

"You do not listen."

"I do, my Admirable One." There was sadness in his song, before he continue to spoke. His finger traced from his hair to his cheek, then to his neck. "But I will not be here long. All that is mighty will be replaced. Time is ever changing. Death or The Void will take me, but I shall not forget you. For even in darkness I shall be there with you, for you have binded yourself to me. Your light shall be my company in my punishment."

"You can not leave me here for what you did to me. I served for you. I lived for you. I sacrificed everything for you." Despair now filled his words. His voice spreaded further and stronger than that of Melkor.

"My Admirable One," there was silence from Melkor, yet his smile remained. He then, laughed—a bright laughed that was honest of love. "You will do well. You are beautiful and mightier than me. I will remember you as you will remember me. My kingdom shall be yours. You will succeed where I failed."

A sorrow, so unspeakeable, and beyond the knowledge of The Eldar, filled the room. The fire dimmed and now the darkness held over the chamber. A kiss to his companion forehead, from the cold lips of The Dark Lord, as he embraced Mairon in his arms.

"As I'm healing in your abode; we shall make best of what we could have."

#angbangweek2024 #tw : blood #tw : injury #the silmarillion #the silm #silmarillions #sauron #melkor #morgoth #mairon #annatar #tar mairon #original work : my writing

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hyper-jam · 1 year ago

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At request of a mutual I am posting my incoherent ramblings abt this on Tumblr (some headcanon context: my Ness is non-binary, queer, and AuDHD, my Mike is transmasc, AroAce-spec, mlm, and autistic 😋😋😋)

SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory queerness is taking over my brain

Ness is someone who is so all consumingly queer. They are everything and they are nothing. They are a boygirl girlboy who is also a genderless being simply taking part in all the corners of the human experience. They are a butch lesbian, a twink, and every form of multisexual under the sun all at once. They’re gay and straight in every relationship. No matter how they dress, it is cross dressing. Everything about them is queer and they know it and love it and it’s everything

Mike on the other hand, is the experience of being nothing unless he has to be something. He doesn’t really experience attraction before Ness, and then with Ness, Ness becomes everything to him. With labels, he fits into whatever is most comfortable, but at the end of the day, he’s just him. He’s just a guy. Labels only exist for the sake of communication but if he could just exist without having expectations or explanations needed, he would enjoy that far more. He’s a man because it’s what he’s most comfortable with and practically speaking he fits just fine into that role, but he’s not a man in the way a cis man is a man, or in the way ANY other man is a man for that matter. But he’s also not a woman. But he still has experience with girlhood. It’s something that he’s spent so much time and energy getting away from, but he eventually realizes that it’s ok for him to have that. It’s HIS experience, anything can fit inside of it, and he doesn’t NEED to explain anything to anyone or simplify it into a couple words for the sake of what’s easy. He’s him, and that’s that.

Gender and sexuality aren’t things that they perfectly fit into and THATS OK. Ness LOVES it and they help Mike learn to embrace it. They are boyfriends and partners and girlfriends and soulmates and two halves of a whole. They see each other and become blind to the rest of the world. They are everything and they’re nothing and it’s AMAZING. They love every bit of each other and that’s all they need.

Some other general spewing because I have a lot of visual stuff in my head that I don’t know how to elaborate on so just have some key words ig lmao

Exploring each other’s bodies (/nsx or /sx that’s up to you ☝️☝️☝️)

Embracing each other

Gold scars

Heart eyes

In sync

Happy and scared tears

Gentle kisses

Tracing fingers

Saying I love you and truly meaning it

Biting their lips

Slow reveals and realizations

Learning what comfort is

Full laughter

Easy breaths

Only caring about each other’s opinions

Utter adoration

Ugh chat they mean everything to me like actually 💔💔💔

#fnaf #fnaf movie #securitywaiter #dreamtheory #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #queer #trans #neurodivergent #audhd #headcanons

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ladytauria · 9 months ago

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👀👀 I am curious about the rr vampire au!

!!! i read a BUNCH of genfic and stumbled across a lovely vampire au <3 which stuck in my head… and before i knew it i was daydreaming about a potential reverse robins version, lmao

vampire jason is caught by vampire hunters, and rescued by hood!tim. while feeding on him, jason instigates a psychic/empathy bond—something he’s been lacking since his parents died. tim can’t break it without causing him harm <3

i wrote around 3k for it in… an afternoon? two? and i’ve only touched it for edits/rewrites since lol

i may remove the empathy bond aspect? but also i love empathy bonds… hm. maybe i’ll make it telepathic instead, i haven’t done one of those… 🤔

warning for blood drinking below the cut

“Kid.” Hood gets his attention again. “The sun’s gonna be up soon. There’s no way we can get you anywhere safe before it rises. You need to get some blood in you.” Jason’s mouth twists. He knows. Hood doesn’t need to remind him. But... “I don’t want to take too much,” he admits quietly. It’s been so long… the risk of him losing control is too big. “I won’t let you,” Hood promises. “I promise, kid. Everything is going to be okay.” Jason searches his face. He looks for any hint, any trace of a lie. He doesn’t find one. Hood... He just saved Jason’s life. He’s still trying to save Jason’s life, and— Jason doesn’t want to die. Especially not as slowly and painfully as sun exposure would be. He swallows. Nods. Hood... he looks relieved. He holds his arm out again, and this time, Jason scoots closer, and takes it. One hand wraps around Hood’s wrist. The other, just above his elbow. This close, he can hear Hood’s heartbeat. It’s slow. Steady. Jason’s mouth waters. Venom flows onto his tongue, and he drags it over Hood’s skin. He waits a full, agonizing minute to make sure the area is well and truly numbed and then, finally— He sinks his teeth in. Blood gushes into his mouth—warm and hot and thick and just. Perfect. Jason sighs. His eyes fall shut as the tension just... melts off of his body. For the first time in years, his fangs slide back into his gums as he transitions to sucking at the wound, restraining himself just enough not to bruise. Hood’s presence beside him is solid. Warm. Jason can hardly help the way he lists towards him. Hood’s other arm wraps around him, pulling him against his chest. Jason can—feel him. Protective. Caring. He feels like the promise of safety. Jason can’t help but bury himself in it. Something clicks into place. He sighs again. He feels Hood’s arm tighten around him. Hears his breath hitch. He doesn’t pull Jason off, though, so—Jason ignores it. He’s forgotten what it’s lie to drink directly from the source. Blood bags pale in comparison, now. He’s not sure how he ever survived on them. It’s been so long... Jason grows full quickly, the blood settling into his stomach and warming him from the inside out. He lets go, eventually; licking the wound lazily until it closes, and catching the remainder of the blood as he does. Then, finally, he pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyelids are heavy. He’s so warm. Hood pulls his sleeve back down. He doesn’t put his jacket on, though. Instead, he wraps it around Jason’s shoulders. It’s pleasantly heavy. The leather-gunpowder-gun oil scent isn’t as pleasant, but. Who cares. It cuts off the autumn chill, bringing the same warmth outside that Jason feels inside. He yawns, sinking into it. “Hey, kid. Stay awke a little bit longer, okay?” Jason hums noncommittally. Hood laughs. He jostles Jason slightly, making his nose wrinkle. He glares at him through slitted eyes. “You got anywhere to go?” Jason ducks his head into the jacket’s collar. He considers. It’s been three days. “Prob’ly not.” “Probably?” “Mm. Had a squat. Prob’ly got stolen.” Jason’s eyes fall shut again. It’s too much work to keep them open now. Hood sighs. Jason feels a tangle of things. Worry. Fondness. Sadness. It’s not his, though. There’s another presence in his chest, now. He pets it, a little clumsily. It’s a nice presence. Jason would like to keep it.

[ wip ask game ]

#if you were hoping rr stood for red robin i DO have a vampire!tim au as well #it’s icy hands icy heart <3 #dcu #batfam #tauriawritesfanfic #glaciya #asks and answers #wip ask game

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dewdroppdraws · 2 years ago

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Hi I’m new to tumblr so I’m not sure how you normally post on here but I wanted to try posting some sketches of earth from tsams! I’m not the best with anatomy so I won’t lie I did trace over some photos (REAL PHOTOS NOT ART) I found on Pinterest and modified the proportions to fit my design, but I’m trying to improve lol. For now I just rlly wanted to flesh out my design for earth which I couldn’t do while my anatomy looked like crap 😭 all the full body ones I used references for but the one in the right corner was all me so I’ve got that to my name at least 💪 I’ll include my “reference” pictures as well :> and below the pics is an explanation of the design because I love to gush about this kind of thing. Fair warning, it’s pretty long LMAO

Hehe now it’s time for me to gush about my lil design 😈

So the first major difference you probably noticed (aside from body shape) is the very fluffy clothing I have her in. The leg warmers and… fingerless gloves? Leg warmers that she put on her arms? Idk what the arm ones are called but yk what I’m talking about lol. When I first noticed earths little rainbow headband my brain immediately said “80’s workout videos”. The big hair, the rainbow headband, it just immediately jumped ot at me and stuck. I decided to give her oversized leg warmers in that same rainbow pattern because it made me sad that her actual design doesn’t have the rainbow anywhere else. It’s funky and I like it what can I say.

Next I decided I really wanted her to wear thigh-highs. I personally love thigh-highs and also it gave me an excuse not to think about her leg mechanics. I tend to draw Sun and Moon like ball joint dolls, but it gets a lil funky to draw when they are bending their limbs so having a fluffy excuse to hide them was ideal lol. I decided to go with the bold choice of putting thigh highs and leg warmers on her, which I don’t regret even tho it probably seems like a lot. I might change a few things about her later down the line since these were just basic sketches so don’t worry if you hate it.

I gave her shorts because a skirt just didn’t feel right for her. I feel like a daycare attendant would be very active, even if earth tends to sit with the quieter kids, and a skirt would be very awkward to climb around in. I figured shorts would be good. I drew them like jean shorts since that was the original intention but they could be cloth rather than denim gimme time to think about it 💀

I had a lot of trouble decided whether the thingies on her shoulders were stand-alone or like pieces of hair she keeps up front (probably attached cuz she’s a robot) I decided on making them attached to the bigger floor of hair cuz I thought it looked cutest on the pic with her shoulders up and in front of her face lol.

Onto her chest plate thing, I was considering making it an actual shirt but decided against it. I wanted her to have a crop top bc I love crop tops so I just made it so her chest area was painted like a shirt, and then her middle area was back to her “skin” color, so it’s almost like a crop top but not really…?

Last but not least is her face, I also made that her “skin” color and just put the blue and green as her cheeks! I thought it looked cutest that way. She also has heterochromia cuz when a character has two main colors I really enjoy putting them on opposite sides as often as possible haha. So her green cheek has her blue eye and her blue cheek has her green eye. I know her original model has two blue eyes but this was what I went with.

Anyways that was super long and I’m super nervous about posting this so I’m just gonna hit post and if I find a typo or decide my lil explanation was 4 paragraphs too many I’ll fix it later. Have a nice day whoever is still reading this! :>

#digital art #artwork #procreate #tsams earth #sams earth #art #fanart #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #sketches #sketch

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mirahuyooo · 2 years ago

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Stranded (II) | jhs

— But, darling, if you hadn’t fallen, you wouldn’t have met him—the one who’ll render you mad and drunk with his love so much that you’ll never want to find sanity again.

word count: 11,730 (PART II) contents: FLUFF, domestic things, ✨revalations✨, drinking (duh), getting drunk (duh pt 2), hangovers (duh pt 3), yn and hobi being wholesome uwu, people teasing the shit out of them, someone caught the feels 👀💕💖💞, not necessarily accurate (i mixed up a lot of versions and made up some shit), a bit historical?? idk anymore, Greek Mythology AU pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Inspired by Dionysus and Ariadne

[masterlist] | check out [Elysian Tales] & [BTS as Greek Myth Icons]!

A/N: I forgot to release a teaser for this lmao but here's part two! hAVE FLUFF BC THE LAST PART IS GONNA BE A ROLLERCOASTER MWAHAHAHA I won't hold you guys back for long 💖 hope you guys enjoyed this! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Stay tuned for the last part next week!~

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ || ▷ 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

If you must admit, it’s not so bad to be in the company of the trickster stranger and his spotted beast.

In the weeks that followed, the two of them had helped you make a home for yourself, especially as the quiet decay of nature marks the eventual coming of full autumn and winter. Upon finding a little cave near the beach, you have since made turns fortifying it against nature and wild animals. Neither of you were good carpenters, but it was surely an adventure attempting to build makeshift furniture and decor. It cannot compare to the palace you grew up in, but you find yourself not minding the clutter and mess.

(There exists traces of them both around your little cave—fruits and fishes that Hoseok brings with him in his visits for you to eat, that wolf pelt cloak he let you keep, a makeshift bed on the ground for Agrios to lay on, three sets of wooden plates that you and Hoseok tried your hand at crafting.)

Though he no longer has practical reasons to do so—what with you somewhat now settled well in this corner of the island—Hoseok still visits you in your cave, at times, bringing Agrios with him. Sometimes it's a walk along the beach, other times it’s some random trinket he wanted to give you, but most times it’s endless idle chatting.

“I’m beginning to think I’ve seen that face of yours before,” you muse to him one day as the two of you sit on a blanket by the beach, watching the sun set. Next to you, Agrios naps with his tail swinging leisurely against your arm. The seabreeze blows fresh against your face, as you take in the timeless view.

Today’s a beautiful day, you think. Especially with good company.

Beside you, Hoseok seemed surprised himself. “You have?” he murmurs at your sudden thought, but his eyes soon twinkle. “And where might have you seen my dashing looks, princess?”

(He knows of your true identity by now—of your being a princess on the run for a treason committed—and has sworn to not tell a soul of your whereabouts to anyone, but something tells you he calls you princess simply to tease.)

You roll your eyes at his smug expression. “I said ‘I think’, did I not?” you huff, gently running your hand through Agrios’ fur and earning purrs of approval from the beast. “It may have been in one of the palace celebrations, I’m not really sure, but I think I’ve already heard of that boisterous laugh of yours.”

Memories of your time in Crete have become so distant the more you spend your time here. Though a part of you doesn't really mind, you are sometimes reminded of certain moments, and recently, a vague sensation rings through your head of a time where you may or may not have caught a glimpse of him.

“Well,” Hoseok muses with a shrug, catching you off guard. “You might be correct on that one.”

You didn’t quite think your assumption was true. “Oh?” you ask, a surprise now putting you in his initial position. “How so?”

Hoseok eases back, looking at the sky as if it would make him remember previous events more. “I have been to Crete before during my travels,” he hums, tapping his chin as he thought, “though I was most likely drunk off my wits, I think I can recall being in Crete around five summers ago.”

Your eyes are rounded in shock as the notion jogs your memory.

You recall sneaking out of your room, only to see chaos in the palace grounds because your older brother perched himself atop the statue of a stallion in the gardens and slurring nonsense. “Were you the one that got Catreus drunk senseless?” you gasped, scandalized but also very much amused remembering the utter mess your usually stoic and uptight brother had turned into.

Had he been there to spread the influence of his god?

It takes him a minute, but Hoseok seems to remember pulling such a stunt on a young man he came across in the garden, what with the proud grin that takes over his lips. “He seemed to need it,” he shrugs, devilish as he then goes to nudge you. “So do you.”

Though the thought of wine yet again tempts you, you go pale for a moment at the thought of the embarrassing chaos he’ll get you into if you get drunk in his presence. “I refuse to drink anything that comes from the likes of you,” you claim, a laugh leaving your lips nonetheless.

Hoseok drapes an arm over your shoulder, leaning some of his weight on you as he does. “Once you set your soul free,” he mischievously tells you, “you’ll know how fun these sorts of adventures can be.”

Pushing him off of you with a playful squint, you cross your arms. “Nonsense,” you playfully retorted, “one of us has to be the serious one around here, don’t we?”

A dramatic gasp comes to you as a response, along with a poke to the side that makes you giggle. The young man soon throws his full weight all over you, sending you both laying back onto the sand with an ‘oof!’ from your end.

Hoseok simply continues his dramatics. “You wound me, (Y/N)!” he cried, “how could you?”

Your laugh merrily fills the air as Hoseok feigns limp against you, playing to be slain by your words. His upper half intersects over your stomach, forcing you to lay on your back. “Get off of me, you oaf,” you half-heartedly whine as you try and wriggle your way out of his grasp.

His black tresses tickle your arm as he shakes his head. “No,” he childishly insists, as you turn your attention to his old companion for some help. The spotted beast simply stares back in disdain, as if the two of you were rowdy children he was tasked to watch over.

“Agrios,” you call out for the leopard in the midst of your struggle, “help me here, won’t you?”

A second or two passes before the beast trudges forth to nudge at Hoseok’s head, signaling him to get off of you. “You’re such a traitor, Agrios,” Hoseok grumbles, nonetheless shifting his weight a little, so that the only weight on you would be his head resting against your stomach. “No fun, at all.”

A breathless chuckle leaves your lips as you relent with where he settled with, the two of you now staring at the clouds overhead. A comfortable silence settles between you both, but your mind ruins it soon enough.

All so suddenly, you come to think of how different you and Hoseok are—of how you pale in comparison to him. The way he grins and laughs about his adventures brews a conscious jealousy in you. His experiences have made him so happy and carefree—something you wish to be, if it were only that easy.

“Having fun isn’t good,” you murmur underneath your breath—a reminder reigning yourself in. You’ll get ahead of yourself again and get yourself hurt for the umpteenth time.

Suddenly, Hoseok straightened from his laidback bearing, and gawked at you. Sitting up along with him, you realized he had heard you, and, to your shock, he almost looked offended by your statement. “What makes you think so?” he questioned, somewhere in between confused and concerned.

Feeling embarrassed at the realization you’ve said such a thing aloud, you turned your eyes towards the sea as the waves rushed to kiss the sand. “Not to disparage you, Hoseok, but,” you bit your lip as you struggled to put your thoughts into words. “I simply am not one for merrymakings.”

You feel Hoseok shift next to you. From the corner of your eyes, you see him lean over to get a good look at you. His face bared no hint of the anger you expected from him. He, instead, was simply just interested in knowing the reason as to why a person such as yourself wouldn’t be fond of parties. “Again,” he manages a chuckle, “May I ask why?”

Your life was a stark contrast to his colorful escapades. A part of you wanted to have the hunger he has for having fun and wreaking havoc, but in your bones was the foreign princess raised to be obedient and compliant. “I’m not fit for it like you are, Hoseok,” you tell him, “I’m quiet and unfun—”

“Well—”

“—I’ve never even been to a lot of parties,” you cut any of his rebuttals out. “It’s why I don’t have fun in the ones I do attend.”

Hoseok blinks—once, twice—his head taking in your words upon closer inspection. Soon, he jolted to his feet and clapped his hands together in some 'eureka!' moment. “Well that simply cannot do!” he then exclaims with a determined look branding his face.

At his words, your eyebrows furrowed together as you cast a glance at the leopard beside you for any telling sign of his companion's reaction. “What are you planning?” you questioned Hoseok, your voice swimming with suspicion. (You liked to think you were rightfully being so. The last time you allowed yourself to do something bold, you had gotten yourself stranded on this very island.)

Hoseok opens his arms with a grand gesture, as if you could see what he was envisioning. “We’ll go around the island for celebrations!” he boldly declares. "A festival for Demeter and Persephone will be coming soon! A lot of gatherings are bound to take place!"

The big grin that seized his face unflinchingly remained, tempting you to agree with his plans so as to make him happy. Alas, your mind demanded to see reason. Your arms crossed as you defiantly questioned him. “Not possible. I'll be seen by the townsfolk if we do such a thing,” you countered, gesturing to yourself. “I'm a fugitive, remember?”

Hoseok grins still, so bright that it rivals the sun itself. “That is not a problem at all, my dear,” he assures you with a wink. “You have me.”

Your heart swells but your mind scoffs. “That’s hardly any consolation,” you lightly grimace as you idly run a hand through Agrios' fur, thinking of the shenaniganry Hoseok pulls and will pull.

Hoseok, ever brazen, doesn't, at all, seem to take offense in your honest doubt. "Hush now," he all but tuts before beckoning you to follow him. "Come with me, dearest (Y/N)!~"

Your friend stands there, a few feet away from you, waiting so excitedly that a traitorous part of you has already started to give in to his ideas. "Hoseok…" you sigh as you stand on your feet, Agrios following suit. "I really don't think it'd be a good idea for me to be anywhere else…"

For a moment, Hoseok turns somber, taking a step towards you to hold you by the shoulders. "It'll be alright," he assures you, voice as comforting as the squeeze he gives you. "I'll be there and we'll have fun. You don't have to drink if you'd like, but there'll be a feast. I'm sure you'd like to eat something else other than fish and fruits for a change."

A smile is nearly coaxed out of you at the thought.

It took a hint of that intrigue and a second for Hoseok's excited grin to resurface. "There'll be music, storytelling, dancing—it'll be grand!" he says, circling you as he excitedly lists off some ideas off his head. "We can all don on masks if you truly want to keep your identity secret, though I truly doubt anyone would care."

That traitorous part of you grows ever curious the more those gorgeous eyes of his sparkle with delight.

Hoseok half-heartedly rests his hand upon his heart as he lays the last of his assurances. "I'll lead you out of it if it ever gets too much for you. You needn't worry."

At this point, your mind is scrambling for an excuse to keep itself atop your reckless urge for such pleasures. Stay hidden!—your paranoia screeches, thrashing about and clinging onto any bit of sense it could grab ahold of.

Yet, you sigh and sink into the abyss. "You're a man of many words," you tell him as you nonetheless let your arms be linked with his.

The hint of your surrender writes satisfaction all over Hoseok's face. "I intend to keep them," he then croons, hips coyly nudging yours as the three of you make your way out of the beachline. "You'll have the time of your life, I promise."

Hoseok was surprisingly diligent when he wanted to, eagerly at your door (cave?) and ushering you awake in the early hours of the morrow. "Time to rise and shine! I have a lot planned for you today!" he gleefully rips away your bedding and, in spite of your half-awake protests, you are carried out of your abode over the shoulder of your dearest menace.

Eyelids heavier still, you could hardly figure out what on earth your friend was up to. By some degree of capability, you resorted to grasping at whatever slumber was left in you as Hoseok carried you to gods know where.

"Still sleeping, princess?"

You only grunt in response.

In hindsight, you should've been more attentive—should've heard the sound of running water and pulled yourself out of a sleepy haze then and there. Maybe then, you wouldn't have suffered the heart attack of having your legs plunged into cold waters out of nowhere. "Hoseok!" you screech as you jump back into his hold, suddenly very much awake.

Miraculously, he doesn't lose his balance, saving the both of you from instant, wet damnation. "Good morning," the menace grins as he sets you down once again—this time gentler as you become more aware of where he had taken you.

It was another cavern—one larger and more open than the one you made your home. The sunlight peaks through a sizable gap between the rocks above, allowing it to grace a little light inside. In the middle of the cave was a pool, one that likely has a tunnel beneath that leads to the sea outside, considering the faint sound of crashing waves in the distance reaching your ears.

"It's beautiful," you say with barely any thought as you gather the ends of your dress while you peer at the crystal clear water that reaches just below your knees. You stand on somewhat smooth stone, painstakingly carved by the sea through millions of years. It's beautiful.

"It is, isn't it?" Hoseok thoughtfully hums beside you.

Alas, you must put a hold on marvelling at the scenery to kick some water his way. "What did you dip me in here for then?" you grumble and glare—a chance to question why he dragged you out so early in the day for his antics.

Hoseok gasps, scandalized by your stunt in exaggeration. You paid his dramatics no heed, arms by your hips as you continued to squint until he gave you his answers. "I simply wanted to show you this haven of mine!"

You agreeably hum, understanding well how this makes a fine little hideout, but still. You try and pry more out of him, your questioning gaze not dropping.

As you suspected, the mischief returns to Hoseok's face. "That, and the fact that this is where my plans for the day will first take shape."

Taken aback, your arms fall to your sides. "What?"

He all but clapped his hands, gesturing grandly. "You can come out now, ladies," he calls out, his voice lightly echoing back at him.

From the gap above the cavern, two figures came flying in. They gracefully circle you both, and all you could do is gawk.

You could hardly believe your eyes. "Nymphs? How—"

"I have my ways," Hoseok gloats, beaming proudly as your wide eyes follow the nymphs who gave you amicable smiles. You turn back towards him, still incredulous.

"What's that supposed to m—"

There was no one there. That sneaky bastard. Where did he—

"My lady?"

You look back and see the nymphs excitedly awaiting your next move. "I'm (Y/N)," you bashfully say with a little courtesy, earning a delighted laugh from the two of them.

"We know," said the one with the dress adorned with pink and purple petals, her kind green eyes disappearing from her smile. "I'm Alenka," she says, she and the other nymph mirroring your courtesy from earlier.

"I'm Aldora," the more timid of the pair then said, dressed in blue as light as the sky sparkling like scales when the sunlight hit them.

Why would they waste their time here?

Unable to withstand your curiosity any longer, you ask the two beauties. "I'm so sorry," you shyly grimace, "but what exactly did my friend put you up to?"

For a moment, the two exchange a look of shock and intrigue at your words. Alenka speaks to answer your question. "We're here to help you get ready for the festival of course!" she tells you as Aldora nods along. "His hi—Hoseok, asked us to make you the prettiest we possibly can."

Her slip of the tongue doesn't escape you, but at the moment, the notion of your bare body being seen makes you fluster. "I can bathe by myself," you were quick to stammer out. "You needn't worry about that part."

Though hesitant, the two of them eventually nod. "We'll wait for you outside, Lady (Y/N)," Aldora says with the ghost of a smile. "Call for us when you're finished."

A nod from you and you're left to your own devices, water lapping at the ends of your dress as you stand idly. With a sigh, you reach to unravel your dress and shiver as you take a step deeper into the pool, deep enough for the water to rest at your collarbones.

Best to get this over with. Wouldn't want to keep the nymphs waiting…

The silence allows your thoughts to voice themselves to you, and with no one else to keep you company, you find yourself entertaining them. What Hoseok has planned for the day, you have no idea, but it seems more questions than answers reveal themselves before you.

How did he manage to make contact with nymphs and make them serve you, no less?

What lies behind their behavior at the mention of Hoseok?

Why on earth is there so much effort for a damn party?

Hoseok had a bizarre flair to him, one that reeked of chaos and mischief, but your mind itches to know how on Earth he's managed to pull all of his stunts. Followers of Dionysus would be fond of parties—that you anticipated much—but you never thought they'd be able to get the willing participation of nymphs.

From what you've heard, nymphs often prefer the company of their own kin—too many mortals having tried to take their sisters as brides to not meet with other kinds without caution. Outside of that, they'd be in the company of heroes and demigods—even the gods themselves, too.

You freeze out of your own making, almost choking on air.

Does this mean Hoseok is something akin to the likes of those?

Heart racing, you try and put the pieces together.

He doesn't seem to carry himself as a hero—you've seen first hand what one is like.

Would he be a demigod then? Or a lover of a god?

Such were the likeliest of cases, you thought to yourself, but then you harken to the nymphs' behavior—their courteousness, their eagerness to serve, Alenka's slip of the tongue…

What could it have been?

His hi… his highness?

Your fingers pull to free your lips from your teeth, only to have them be chewed at.

Is Hoseok royalty then? What else would 'his highness' impl—no, it can't be…

Becoming a melting pot of emotions nearly turns you crazy, heart racing and unsure of what to do. "Enough," you tell yourself this with a staggering breath, pushing the questions over Hoseok's nature down the recesses of your mind. "Just bathe and meet with the nymphs, (Y/N). Just bathe."

Hoseok can be patient when he wants to, especially for something as near and dear to his heart as this. His unruly dark locks were combed, for once, and swept away from his face. He was dressed in his finest tunic that was a deep wine red with golden thread embroidery around the hem. Not that he needed it, but he also brought along a fur cloak in case the winds decided to blow colder.

Waiting an hour or so was a battlefield of boredom he was willing to march through, slicing through the drawn out hands of time by idly talking with Agrios or going through his plans for the day for the umpteenth time.

In time, he got the just rewards he was waiting for.

“Hoseok?”

There you come in, walking towards the edge of the treeline where he and Agrios waited. Hours of biding his time for this, and all he does is gawk. The sunlight, ever the blessing in his life, has allowed him to take the sight of you in.

The nymphs had dressed you in a gown of deep red that turned purple in some trick of the eye, flowing gracefully where the wind willed it to. The fabric fittingly wrapped around your frame, the neckline dipping to show just the right amount of your decolletage and give space for the necklace he gave them to put on you. Flowers of the same colors were braided into your hair as the rest of your locks were kept to fall behind you, leaving only gentle curls to frame your face.

There was a stupid grin that seized control over his lips. All good things do come to those who wait.

A shy smile rests on your berry-stained lips, nervously chewed on by your teeth as you await his response. The sheer burgundy shawl that was draped over your shoulders also gave itself to be fiddled with by your fingers.

Agrios nudges his calf to knock him out of his stupor. “Is the first of your plans successful enough?” you try and jest upon seeing him break out of his trance, head tilted to the side in what Hoseok could tell was both teasing yet genuinely asking.

Having recovered enough sobriety, Hoseok opens his arms to welcome you. “Very much so,” he muses, as he offers an arm for you to take. A shiver of delight runs down his spine as you take his invitation and link your arm with his as your other hand gathers the ends of your skirt when the three of you begin to walk through the forest. "You look beautiful, princess," he gladly says, voice soft in spite of him mischievously leaning close to nudge your side.

Hoseok's compliment goes responseless, but the telling reddened ears and cheeks you bore was enough to satiate the pleasures he was fishing for. “Where to then?” you instead ask him, looking around at the trees and trying to familiarize yourself with this side of the forest. “Or will that have to be a secret too?”

A chuckle escaped his lips as you came back to look at him with a quirked brow. “I’m afraid so, princess,” Hoseok teasingly lilts, “but if I must admit, seeing as the first of the plan went well, I have gained high hopes for the next one.”

You reply with a mere hum, but your curiosity doesn’t elude Hoseok and it all the more leaves him giddy to see your reaction to the rest of his plans for the day.

Sunlight through trees left a pattern of light dancing across your skin, one that constantly tempted him to steal glances your way. Idle conversation flows between you both with Hoseok being in the middle of telling you the time Silenus, the one who raised him, got so knackered from wine that he went missing for a couple of days and Hoseok had to look everywhere for him.

However much of a chatterbox he may be, Hoseok wasn’t one to keep on talking if his company wasn't at all present with him. He looks at you, furrowed brows and all, clearly thinking of something else. “Is something the matter?” he asks with a light tug of the arm linked with yours.

For a moment, you were startled, looking up at him with your cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “It’s nothing,” you tell him, but he insists.

“Nonsense,” he says, circling around you to hold both of your hands in his as he continues to walk backwards. “It matters if it’s clearly occupying your mind.”

Your furrowed brows persist in your worry of him and his reckless abandon. “It’s silly, Hoseok,” you tell him with a shake of your head, trying to stop him from walking like this.

Hoseok obliges your silent request, opting to stand there before you and idly swing your arms together. Agrios, too, stopping to look at you both. “Try me,” the man before you daringly grins.

Berry-stained lips draw into a pout as you think of his challenge. There is much hesitation in your eyes, stirring more grounds within him for actual concern. Hoseok waits patiently for you to find the courage to tell him what plagues you. For a while, nothing but the faint rushing of a creek nearby filled the air.

"You're not human, are you?"

The swinging hands come to a halt and his very being froze all over. "What?" he all but says, truly not expecting such a question out of you. To know that the very answer of it will upset you dreads him even more, but he decides to conceal any more of what could give himself away and wait for you to elaborate further.

"All of this," you say as your fingers slip from his grasp—a warmth which he instantly misses—and you gesture to yourself. "All of what you've been doing for me. They are not what mere mortals can accomplish."

Hoseok wields his casual and careless shrug. "I have my ways—"

Alas, you were ready with your own points all along. "My wounds were healed in an instant because of you," you say, showing him the skin he had asked his half-brother, Yoongi, to heal.

"Yes, but that wasn't exactly me," he reasons with a nervous chuckle. A half-truth.

You go on to gesture at his leopard. "You tamed a beast like Agrios."

"I raised him!" Hoseok exasperatedly claims, looking at Agrios expectantly as if the beast could speak to confirm support of him. Another half-truth.

Still, you were stubborn. "And you've even called upon nymphs to dress me."

A damning choice, he agrees, but one he still carries to his defense. "They owed me a favor," he says, shrugging it off. And another half-truth.

Guilt bubbles within him as he continues his deceit of you. It’s in good intentions, he tells himself. "These things hardly warrant an interrogation like this, princess," he tells you, almost pleading, really. "I'm simply being a man of my word."

Alas, you could see through him—through the way he couldn't meet your eyes for too long, through the way he was overly sweeping the topic under the rug.

"And a liar," you retort, crossing your arms as you point a finger accusingly. "You're keeping something from me. Are we not friends enough for me to deserve the truth of who you are?"

Such a tone of hurt was an unfair spear to use against him and his heart. "No," he sighs, turning away from you to run a hand through his hair. "I simply think it's of no importance, alright?"

You inch just a tad bit closer—mayhaps you were dreading this too. "It's who you are," you say, ever insistent but in a gentler manner. "Of course it would be important to me."

The wine god nearly buckles, tired with the charades anyways, but every time he’s reminded of your fear of the gods, he’s reminded of why he’s hidden this truth to you in the first place. Hoseok would never want you to look at him that way—that rigid formality and careful walking on eggshells.

"Are you a demigod?" you continue to ask, resorting to listing off prompts of what you suspected. "A god?"

Hoseok curses the way he knocked out of his stupor upon hearing that word—at how it instantly pulled the truth to light, and at how it earned him a shocked gasp from you.

"You are…"

The moment he raised his gaze to yours, he saw the panic flashing in your eyes. With what he had known of you, you were likely frantic of possibly offending or disrespecting a god. Even if you were a bit snarky at times, Hoseok really didn't mind—hardly felt irked at all. He had long understood that there were personal reasons with which your walls were built on.

"(Y/N)—"

Your instincts urge you to take a step back—keep a respectful distance between you both! He's a god!—but you root yourself to your spot. "Who?" you manage to ask, voice trembling and barely above a whisper.

No. No. No.

The confidence he’s been wielding all but escapes his grasp the moment he needed it to cool his nerves. It’s all falling apart. "(Y/N)..." Hoseok says, though his words fall short of anything else.

"Please," your voice pulls him back to you. "Tell me who you are."

Despair fills him as he realizes this has passed a point of denying, the last of his chances at redemption only being him finally telling you the truth. "Dionysus," he says, a name that’s become so foreign in your light. "I'm Dionysus."

Shock befalls you even more, your mind reeling to take the truth in.

The thought of it had existed in your mind, but you were still not prepared for it to have been the truth. You had figured there must've been something different about Hoseok, but to think the endearing menace you've been bickering with was a god all along.

“Is that really the truth?”

The wine god lightly scoffs. "No one would dare lie about such a thing," he says what you both know aloud. No mortal would dare to, lest they intend to be struck down by the gods for their fraudulence on purpose.

Tentatively reaching forth, certain relief passes through him when you let him take your hands into his, and form them into a cupping motion. He anticipates your reaction as he fills your palms with wine out of thin air, watching the way your breath hitches at the sensation in your hands.

Hoseok finds himself grasping at straws. He’s no mighty god of Olympus—just another child of his father, born with divinity more than some heroic brute strength like the rest of Zeus’ bastards. He was just a relatively unknown god cast away from the pantheon because his divinity wasn’t worthy enough to grant him a place there and cast away by many mortals for representing insanity and lack of control.

Perhaps, that would be enough to satiate your worries—enough to make you let him stay.

Rivulets of wine drip from the crevices of your fingers, emptying from your grasp just as Hoseok attempts to empty out his heart. “I’m no great god. Just one that fancies wine and shenanigans,” he weakly jests to you, leaving no room for any of your upcoming protests as he gets to his main point. “I’d like it very much if I remained as Hoseok to you.”

It was almost hilarious to see you more upset and frantic about all of this than he was. “I can’t possibly just—”

“It wouldn’t be any different from before,” he told you so carelessly that you would’ve thought him a fibbing mortal had it not been for what you’ve seen him capable of doing.

You look at him, incredulous still.

“You’re a god,” you remind him, fumbling with your wine-stained hands as you willed yourself to not lean any more into his warmth. He’s the god of wine—naturally bound to be more chaotic than others, but he was a god, nonetheless. Surely, there must be lines that a mortal like you cannot cross.

The wine god shook his head. Here on this island—with you—he was free to be no one else but himself. “I’m Hoseok,” he ardently insists, “I’m your friend.”

Your silence from a loss for words he took as hesitation that needed more assurance. "No curse or anything of that sort will come upon you," he reassures. "If you had done me any great offense, I would've already done something about it before."

The thought of yet another divine curse plaguing your life sends shivers down your spine, but the better part of you knows he tells the truth. He may be a god, but this was the same man who passionately guided you through making wine, regaled you with his travels, and encouraged you to share your mundane palace life.

This was the same man who you’ve bickered with to and fro, rough-housed with more times than you could count, and bemoaned about tackling you in hugs.

Gods! This was the same man who saved you from the beach, helped you make a home for yourself, and have nymphs dress you for some merry-making he had planned out for you.

He is Hoseok—always will be Hoseok to you, no matter how hard you can try to deny yourself otherwise and paint him in the divinity all the gods have. This notion elates yet dreads you all the same.

What will become of you?

Compared to him, you were a mere mortal—a princess, yes, but a princess on the run.

You are feeble—easily hurt, easily damaged, easily slain. If he or any of the gods so pleases, your life could be over in an instant for mere amusement. Will you be cursed like your mother? Will your life be taken for angering a god?

Perhaps, what truly terrifies you is that you are nothing—no hero, no favored child, nor a wife to one. No one knows where you are. No one would know what becomes of you. No one would mourn.

You have nothing to your name, even at this very moment. The fabric that's draped over your body, the flowers woven into your hair, and the remnants of wine that drips from your fingertips—all of them were courtesy of Hoseok; of the wine god, Dionysus.

In a brighter light, you suppose this might just be your new purpose in life—to be in his company, not simply because he was a god, but because he himself had done you great favors and changed your life for the better. Fear mustn't take hold on the foundation of what you and Hoseok have built, because it shouldn't have any foundation for itself in the first place.

Hoseok has nothing to gain from a runaway princess like you, and yet here he was, afraid of what will change with the truth. A god begging a mortal—what on Earth have you done?

You turn your back to the wine god, walking towards the creek to carefully crouch and wash your hands anew—free of the stains the wine left on you. The fresh start to your bond with the no-great-god friend of yours begins here and now.

A soft nudge to your arm demands your attention—Agrios, as it turns out, softly noses your side, eventually willing you to pet him in assurance. Right. You, too, have gotten used to the spotted beast, one of the many things that made Hoseok so bizarre.

Behind you awaits the young man—young god—so tensely eyeing your every move, heart racing a mile a minute. His lip might as well bleed with ichor from how hard he bites it. However, the moment you come back to face him with a smile on your lips, Hoseok felt he could breathe again.

“Well," you gingerly begin, feet taking steps towards him and stopping at an arm's length. "What are we going to do now, Hoseok?”

You still worry, he notes, remnants of your hesitation bleed in the way you anticipate his next move. Nonetheless, warmth begins to bloom in his heart once more, hearing his true name from your lips a bliss to bask in.

“Follow me,” he warmly invites, opening a hand for you to take. The plan may have gone through drastic changes, but it's salvageable, he thinks—he hopes. At the very least he wouldn't have to hide the strings he intended to pull.

A moment passes and an outbreath escapes your lips. You take his hand once again, unsure of where he’d take you.

As it turns out, Hoseok planned to take you to the nearest town. There were a lot of people, their distant chattering and regaling was loud to you in spite of the distance. The town is more colorful than you had thought, a celebration clearly happening—a harvest festival in honor of Demeter and Persephone, just as Hoseok had told you.

Still, that doesn't explain everything.

In an instant, you drape the shawl overhead and shrink into the obscurity of the forest, hoping it would mask your identity. "Hoseok, what is the meaning of this?" you squeak in a panic, stepping back into the treeline where Agrios remained. The wine god, on the other hand, excitedly steps out towards the festivities and waits for you to join him. "I told you," the man sweetly beams, walking back to you to place an assuring squeeze on your shoulders. "We're here to have fun."

The fabric atop your head slips away at Hoseok's will, his careful touch tingling against your skin. "Let's not hide such beauty, hm?" He coyly chastises, earning a nudge to the rib and an eye roll from you. His laugh comes out stifled, looking down at you still amused.

"Insufferable," you half-heartedly grumble under your breath as you dare to walk into the paved road that led to the town, tightly gripping Hoseok's arm in some attempt to soothe your nerves.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

The two of you have been having your fair share of escapades all day—spectating games and sports, sneaking around to watch the enactment of Persephone's abduction, going around stalls of food—and a big grin takes its place on your lips, delighting the wine god. Throughout all of that, however, you were constantly moving and fairly hidden amongst the crowd, which is why the next of his plans earned yet another skeptic frown from you.

The night had fallen and as the wind became chillier, Hoseok had draped his fur cloak over you, laughing as it swallowed you whole. The three of you—Agrios having his own fun time strolling about in the forest while you and Hoseok were in town—walked into the forest, and to your surprise, Hoseok had brought you to a clearing in the woods, with many people, a small feast, and a bonfire—another gathering.

And so here you were, standing at the outskirts of the merrymaking and clutching Hoseok's fur cloak around you tighter, unsure and hesitant as always. Jolly music fills the air as you follow Hoseok's figure going around. He holds a goblet in one hand as the other animatedly moves along with his dramatic gestures.

"Have fun!" he had urged you earlier before he greeted the welcoming crowd, introducing you to some of them as his good friend—but, in spite of assuring him you would, "have fun" you did not.

Disappointment of yourself clashes with the paranoia gnawing away at your brain. When you two were in town earlier, you were constantly moving from one place to the next, and so, for you, the chances of getting discovered would've been slim then. You feel bad for wasting part of Hoseok's plan, but at the same time, you fear lingering among the crowd for too long and leaving an impression on them enough to recognize you as the runaway princess of Crete.

"I thought you were a giant bush for a moment."

You jolt at the sound of the wine god's voice, but soon grumble when you process his words. Hoseok stands there with an amicable grin, still nursing a goblet of wine. You, on the other hand, had been cocooning yourself in his cloak like it'd make you disappear from this place. "You take your cloak then," you snippily say, shrugging the mass of fur off only to earn yourself a chuckle from the wine god.

Hoseok shakes his head, hands guiding the cloak back over your shoulders before he goes to assess your expression. "Shall we get you home?" he kindly asks, and it makes you feel worse, because you didn’t quite know what you wanted.

"No! I—"

The wine god's brows raise at your hesitation to leave, brows knitted together in your torn sentiments while a frown rests on your lips. Hoseok resides himself to stand closer next to you and wait for you to compose yourself. "What troubles you, hm?" he asks, the thumb of his free hand easing the crease between your brows.

With a sigh, you look towards the merrymaking, the beginnings of envy blooming from within you. "I'd really hate for this to go awry in the end," you admit to him, "in case someone from here recognizes me."

Hoseok tuts, half-heartedly shaking his head. "Look at them," he tells you, gesturing to the crowd before you both. "They're all lost in their own worlds."

All around you were people lost in the music of the bard, dancing and drinking to their heart's content. "No one here knows who you are right now, princess," Hoseok urged like a demon on your shoulder—all in good intentions, of course. "What else is there to hold you back?"

You can't help but digest his words from where you stand.

You were forcibly shaped into the mold of a perfect, obedient princess for your kingdom. You were a scapegoat. You were a tool.

Then, you became an accomplice to a murder, an enemy on the runfrom your own kingdom, and a forsaken bride, too.

And now… Now what?

You have nothing but yourself to your name—no more titles, no more labyrinths needing sacrifices, and no more promised marriages. You are no one in this sea of strangers—of people looking to festivities to forget their troubles.

Dare you say it, Hoseok is right.

What need did you have to be who you were before?

A wave of spirit emboldens you to take hold of the goblet Hoseok was about to put to his lips, your fingers grasping his wrist to guide the drink in his hand to your mouth. Gulp after gulp, you down the whole chalice before a wide-eyed wine god, shivering a little at the foreign taste you've subjected your palate to. You've never tasted wine quite like Hoseok's before.

You finally turn your attention to your dear friend, somewhere between coy and sheepish. "Dance with me?" you ask, taking a hold of his other hand.

Such words pull Hoseok back to the waking world. He grins as his finger wipes at the corner of your mouth. "I'd be delighted to," he merrily muses, letting you drag him into the circle gathering around the bonfire.

Around you, people cheer, welcoming the both of you to the joyous dance.

The party's just begun.

Many often get themselves into trouble when drunk, their inhibitions set loose by the wine pumping in their veins. It loosens lips and control—reveals one's nature in some shape or form—which was why Hoseok adored the unpredictable madness of it all.

He's seen the many ways people behave when under the influence of his creation, and many were like you, who have the drink open the heart and unleash rivers of tears.

First, you had just been humming—a folk song from Crete, if he understood your garbled notes correctly—but then you had started nuzzling your head into his neck. The motion tickles him, makes him chuckle, but it was the sound of sniffling that followed that made him stop in his tracks.

See, by now he had been carrying you in his arms back to your little cavern, the stench of wine mixed with your floral scent hitting his nostrils. The wine god, for once, had controlled his drinking to ensure he could get you home safely. With your arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried into the crook of it, however, it was easier to hear your crying—easier to feel the wetness of your tears on his skin.

"Why the tears, princess?" He dares to ask, continuing his trek.

This was followed by a tighter hold, and another sniffle. "'m nothing without you," you all but whimper, voice small and meek but enough to grab his heart by the neck and squeeze it.

Hoseok tuts, chastising you like a child in the hopes you would hear it and scold him about that instead. "Nonsense, princess," he says, "That's not true at al—"

"'Tis true!" you whine and insist, shaking him by the shoulders as if it'd knock sense into him. It almost makes him laugh—had it not been for your next (drunken) choice of words. "I'd be dead by now."

Hoseok's frown was instant, but he waited for the rest of your words to pour in, walking down a path he’s gotten so familiar with in the past few weeks. The wine god doesn’t quite know if he’d want to hear this or not—if he’s worthy enough to hear it.

Nonetheless, he’s subjected to hearing it anyway. "Would'a gotten myself killed," you blubber, tears endless as you whimper, "but now I have wine, and a cave, and a pretty dress!"

Part of Hoseok beams with pride to have been able to bring such things into your life, to know that you found joy in the chaotic moments you’ve trudged through together, but a part of him also boils in a flurry of heartache and rage to have heard of this from you. Something in Hoseok burns.

The two of you arrive at your cave, the wine god intending to lay you down on your bed before lighting a fire to keep you warm through the night. Alas, your arms around his neck don’t let go, forcing him to hover over you with his hands on either side of you to keep himself up. “(Y/N),” Hoseok quietly whispers, one hand lightly tapping at your arm and the other guiding the back of your head. “We’re home.”

A hum comes to him as a response, you shifting only to press a sloppy, barely there kiss on the corner of his lips, catching the wine god off his guard. “Hobi?” your lips move against his skin as you speak, sending his very being ablaze all the same.

Hobi? The wine god thinks to himself in confusion. Is that meant to be me?

“Yes?” he dares to respond anyway.

Just as Hoseok thought his mind wouldn’t get any worse, your words strike him through the heart yet again. "You 'n Agrios," you sniff, voice falling softer and softer, "mean so much to me… Don' leave me, alright?"

You pull away from him, noses merely inches apart as you were looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes that shone like gemstones with tears. There's a furrow in your brows as you struggle keeping your consciousness just to wait for his answer.

Hoseok could only smile, mustering the courage to plant a kiss onto your forehead, your worried brows unknitting themselves at the sensation of his wordless assurance. With that, you drift off to Morpheus’ realm, head finally falling back onto your pillow and leaving the wine god alone to his loud, frazzled thoughts.

You mean so much to me, too.

The next morn comes and you awake to an outstanding pounding in your head, a hiss slithering past your lips as you try to recollect yourself. It's a near similar ache to when you woke up at the—no, this is different.

At the very least, this one didn't have the dread and confusion seizing your entire being—just hilarious regret that you, at the same time, don't regret.

As your reason slowly but surely comes back to you, you become aware of a weight in your right hand. With one eye open, you peek around to see the familiar rocky walls of your abode, and looking some more, you see a hand from the bottom of your bed intertwined with yours—a sight that very much wakes you.

Beneath a familiar old fur pelt, you were lying on your side, curled up near the end of the bed much like you would as a child. You muster the strength to lean over, your left arm coming over in front of you to serve as a resting place for your chin as you look at the person attached to the hand in yours.

Hoseok, the wine god and absolute menace, sleeps on the cold, rocky earth next to your bed with nothing but his cloak from last night to give him some sort of cushion. Like you, he slept on his side, curled towards you with a hint of a pout on his lips that almost tempts a giggle out of you.

The sight shocks you, really, and for a few minutes you can't help but stare, unmoving and unknowing of what to do. His touch sends tingles up your arm and all throughout your body. Your headache doesn't do much to help you either.

How does one wake a god that also happens to be their friend?

You settled for a squeeze and a light shake to the hand in your hold, his fingers tightening around your hand little in response. His dark curls, which frame his face and brush over his eyes, tousle as he shifts into consciousness. With a groan, he squints up at you, eyes adjusting as he wakes.

"Morning," you idly greet, the first to speak between you both. "Comfortable?"

It takes a second or two for your lighthearted sarcasm to register in his head, the wine god's hand slipping from yours as he stretches from his place on the floor with a groan, the motion showing you a sliver of his naked chest. "My back hurts," he whines in a mumble as he sits himself up, your eyes following him as he did even as you remain in your position. His voice is deeper, you note, and a bit hoarse.

You can't help the soft laugh that leaves you. "Why'd you sleep on the floor then?"

Still drowsy, Hoseok rubs the sleep from his eyes as he grumbles. "You wouldn't let go of my hand when I tried to leave," he tells you, playfully squinting at you with an accusatory glare as his statement sends a furious blush across your cheeks.

"Oh."

You did what?!

Truth be told, you don't recall much of the night that transpired after you brazenly chose to forgo all your inhibitions and join the fray in the dancing and drinking. What sort of ridiculous things did you get yourself into?!

The wine god watched as a flurry of confusion, mortification, and embarrassment passed through your face in a matter of seconds. A part of him, he must admit, is disappointed you don't remember the words you told him last night on your way home—of the kiss you planted on the corner of his lips that still lingers if he lets his thoughts wander too far.

For his sake and yours, Hoseok directs the conversation forward. "So," he quips, leaning in as if to gossip. "Did you enjoy the merrymaking, princess?"

He watched as a smile instantly made it to your face, one you try and fail to bite back. Your hand reaches to cover your mouth as if it'd fare against the grin that was hurting your cheeks. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life,” you eventually admit, the words as shy yet elated as the giggle that stifles through your lips. You recall the addicting feeling of thrill—the carefree laughter, the silly dancing, and the sweet, sweet wine.

Hoseok's grin is instant, his heart full and beating quickly at the successful fruits of his labor. He is right after all. Happiness looks gorgeous on you. “Oh, look at you, you poor thing,” he jests as he beams. "I told you we would have fun and you wouldn’t believe me!"

You roll your eyes at his teasing, sitting up from the bed. “Here I was,” you jokingly sigh and shake your head, “about to thank you for what you did.”

The wine god crosses his arms over your knees, leaning forward to comically wiggle his brows at you. “I don’t need a thank you,” he coos in a ridiculously suave manner. “Your smile is enough.”

Biting back a grin, you resort to pinching his cheeks. “You’re such a sap,” you tell him, pushing him off your knees and falling back to the sheets as you feel another wave of headache coming to hit you.

Hoseok only grins, lifting himself up to take a seat on the bed next to you. Without much thought, he reaches forth to brush away the stray hairs that flew over your face when you laid back.

Whether or not you minded his gesture, you don’t make note of it, simply letting a quiet groan past your lips. "My head hurts though," you whine, eyes falling shut.

"It happens," Hoseok hums, partly apologetic. Mortals get drunk more easily than gods, and you were drinking enough to be slurring confessions to him in the late hours of the night.

For your sake, the wine god decidedly stands to help you with your hangover, hands brushing down your arms to seize your hands and encourage you to get up along with him. "Fortunately for you," he sings, pulling you up onto your feet—only to have you crash onto his chest. "I know someone who has a remedy for that."

You squint at him, somewhat suspicious, but nonetheless loop your arm around his, heavily leaning against his side as the two of you leave. Anything to gladly get the headache over with.

As it always is with Hoseok, this was another surprise.

(You suppose it’d be best for you to get used to such things, now that Hoseok has revealed his true nature to you. This, undoubtedly, would only be the beginning.)

Someone begrudgingly opens the door to a dwelling carved into the mountain, quite a bit far from your cave which led to Hoseok carrying you on his back halfway through. Peculiarly, faint yet janky music comes from inside, but even more peculiar is the pale man before you.

His presence definitely sobers you just a little bit more. He has the same ethereal, otherworldly glow as Hoseok tends to pose, and yet also different. His golden locks nearly shine in the sunlight—almost as if the sun focused solely on him.

Next to you, however, Hoseok also seems to be taken aback, but his was more so a bewildered shock. "Yoongi?"

Feline eyes that had been drenched with sleepy exhaustion and glaring at Hoseok turned confused and alarmed at the name used to address him. It was only when the stranger's eyes landed a good look at you as you stepped down from the wine god's hold that a flicker of understanding crossed his face. “Got yourself drunk again, hm?” Yoongi then amusingly says, “and with a friend too.”

Hoseok simply grins, so amicable with the stranger that it eases you enough to give him a timid smile and a small bow in greeting. "You seem a little intoxicated yourself," the wine god muses as you bashfully address his friend. "I suppose that means the remedy is at hand already?"

Yoongi simply sighs in defeat and wordlessly invites the two of you in, leaving the door open for Hoseok to guide you inside. The inside is definitely much better than your measly little cave with the house carved deeper into the mountain than you initially thought. Intricately chiseled furniture and decor fill the spaces in between, and before a fireplace lay… a satyr fiddling with a pan flute?

Suddenly, your headache was the last thing on your mind.

"Silenus!" Hoseok's gleeful laughter booms and startles you out of your stupor, watching as the wine god opens his arms wide to the delirious satyr. Silenus, finally registering the wine god's presence, grins and gets up, nearly stumbling over himself.

"My boy, welcome!"

It was only a matter of time before the satyr's eyes landed on you—they twinkle with mischief and amusement.

"Good morning," you could only greet, standing idly.

You couldn't help the fidgeting brought by your awkward and wary nature, doing your best not to rudely stare at the hooves he had for feet. Like the nymphs, you've never seen such creatures in person before, only heard of them from the stories of servants, or from the scholars in the palace who frowned upon the wild and lustful life these beings lived.

"She's the princess," a voice from behind you knowingly informs him. Yoongi, you realize, stands not far from you, leaning against a wall as he watches the whole scene unfold.

You can't help the startled confusion. How does he know you?

The words, however, do click in Silenus' head. "Ah! The one you've been blabbering about?" he smugly jests with a nudge to Hoseok's side, earning a flustered look of shock from you as he offers you a nod of acknowledgement. "You are a pretty one, if I must say, my lady."

You nearly choke on your own spit. "Thank you," you stammer, as you steal a glance at the wine god next to him. Hoseok speaks of you in such a way?

Hoseok gladly took over the conversation then, not meeting your eyes as a blush came to his cheeks. "Alright, that's enough," he hurriedly grumbles, pulling out one of the nearby chairs of a table as he addresses the blond. "Yoongi, you know well what we're all in need of, yes?"

Silenus simply chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender as Hoseok gently ushers you to sit on the chair. "It's quite fortunate Yoongi here is around for us, aye?" he boisterously laughs, ushering Yoongi to follow him. "Come along, boy. Let us make breakfast, too."

You watch as the old satyr and the pale stranger moves about into the makeshift kitchen of his abode. "He's the one that raised me," Hoseok, next to you, leans in and whispers as he takes his seat at the table. "Don't mind him and his silly teasing. He simply wants to embarrass me."

A hum leaves your lips as you nod, faintly recalling the tale he shared with you yesterday. Silenus took the wine god in as a babe and raised him to be the rambunctious man he is today. You certainly see the resemblance between them action-wise.

In spite of the satyr's sleazy mannerisms and faint stench of wine and ale, you see the hints of his fatherly care in the way he brought out barley bread, cheese, fruits, and leftover meat for breakfast onto the table. He places a kind, grateful pat on Hoseok's back as the wine god lays out plates, and thanks Yoongi when he comes to the table with the remedy you've been hearing so much about.

(Envy festers within you. You were used to a different sort of a father.)

Even in the way he gingerly hands you three your respective wooden chalices, did you feel soft yet numb. "Here you go, princess," Silenus grins at you, "Yoongi's specialty."

"Thank you," you say as you gratefully take the cup from him, still timid as you look over to Hoseok for some guidance on what to do next. With everyone now sat at the table, the wine god simply downs the cup he was given, grimacing a little as he does, but ultimately finishes it all.

Silenus notices your reserved nature. "No need to act stiff, princess," he warmly assures you, "Yoongi here is a skilled healer that works wonders."

The words catch your attention, eyes flitting to the blond next to Silenus who simply acknowledges you with a small nod—just as reserved as you, it seems.

Healer? Is he the one Hoseok asked to heal me?

Nonetheless, you simply give them a bashful smile, finally bringing the cup closer to inspect it. The smell of it is an odd mix of spices and things you can't quite put your finger on, and, frankly, you think it better for you to not know. Brazenly, you bring it to your lips and—finally—drink. Like Hoseok, you wince at the strange concoction, but eventually manage to gulp it down.

Oddly, you do feel a bit better already. You take a sip of some more, eyeing the reclusive blond quietly making himself a sandwich. A skilled healer, hm?

"So," Silenus suddenly claps his hands together, knocking you out of your stupor as the satyr addresses both you and his fostered son. "When are you two getting married?"

You sputter out some of the tonic in your shock, and in panic of that, you almost choke trying to salvage any more of the drinks from falling from your lips. Hoseok, too, panics, handing you a nearby towel to wipe your lips with as he rubs circles onto your back.

"Silenus!"

The blond stranger and the old satyr only laugh and smile.

Silenus turned out to be a cheeky man fond of jokes, teasing, and drinking—one with a booming laughter that you've now known very well to hear and always seen with a smile on that bearded face of his. Perhaps, that is where Hoseok got his mischievous nature from, after all.

Yet, the old geezer also has a penchant for wisdom from his long years—a comfort, really, as his words of optimism do away with your worries the same way Hoseok's does. Silenus also tends to regale with stories, especially that of a young wine god under his care—much to the chagrin of Hoseok, himself.

You find yourself fortunate to have met him, even if it had been under hungover circumstances.

As with Yoongi—or should you say Apollo?

(The gods have many names, but only one remains precious to them—or so you were told.)

You didn't think you would ever live to witness the presence of two gods, and yet you've dined with the sun god, danced with Hoseok to his music, and passed out drunk with him and the others at some parties. When Hoseok confirmed that it was indeedYoongi who healed you that day, you truly began to ponder whether there was something in your bloodline that gave you and your family such an affinity to gods.

Yoongi was quiet—similar to you, in a way—but brilliant as a god of music and arts like him is meant to be. The harmony he produces is unlike any other, and the words he writes for his verses drip with so much soul and heart that it makes you weep.

He would often complain that Hoseok was often a child he had to look out for, but you knew better than to only see those grumbles and not his genuine fondness for his half-brother's bright, carefree nature.

Hoseok is a stark difference from the rest of the pantheon, he once told you—being a relatively minor deity frees him from the heavy burdens and responsibilities a fully-fledged god is bound to, even if it does deprive him of his full potential to power and prestige.

The sun god continues his visits once in a while, sometimes to drink away his heartache or exhaustion with you, Hoseok, and Silenus, but sometimes to simply idle around the fireplace and bask in the small, hush conversations of travels, memories, and tales.

You, yourself, have taken to setting loose along with them—making wine with Hoseok and Silenus, attending more gatherings in the woods and towns, meeting Agrios' sisters and brothers, and befriending nymphs, satyrs, and followers alike. Every night leaves you tired yet blissful, while every morn begins with you waking next to the wine god that brought you along these merriments.

Something, too, seems to have changed with Hoseok.

Though you can pretend not to notice, you are not saved from the restless nights you spend lying awake in bed thinking of the wine god’s lingering touches—of how he constantly treads the line between innocent and intimate. Hands on your waist as you two dance, a guiding hand on the small of your back, a passing brush of fingertips to your arms—such instances occupy your thoughts, making your heart skip a beat and leaving your senses to fixate on everything else he does.

Unwavering attention to your talking, a gaze feeling like they linger on your lips.

Fingertips always unconsciously reaching out for yours whenever you’re close by.

Eyes almost instantly searching for yours once you lose one another in the crowd.

You find yourself liking this game, letting him come closer and anticipating the next of his actions, in spite of knowing how easily you can be cast aside by someone like him, a god who can get everything he wants. You indulge in this delusion every once in a while, but ultimately leave it to Hoseok's unpredictable chaos.

As winter approached and the days got colder, however, most of the adrenaline died down as you and Hoseok forgo the gatherings to prepare for the harshest days. Silenus had welcomed you and Hoseok to his home during the season, which was definitely much better for the harsh cold than the cave you and Hoseok tried to make use of. (Though you don’t exactly know why a god like him would want to bear the brunt of winter when he can easily go to Olympus or elsewhere.)

“There.”

Broken away from your reveries, you come to see Hoseok inspecting the thick wool scarf he had wound around you. There’s a concentrated furrow in his brows as he thinks whether the knot was secure or satisfactory enough.

“She won't die so easily in the cold, boy,” Silenus, who had been occupied with cleaning his pan flute, mused from his seat before the fireplace. A giggle escapes your lips as Hoseok half-heartedly rolls his eyes at his mentor’s words.

The two of you plan to gather firewood on your way back after visiting Aldora and Alenka in their part of the woods, and Hoseok insisted on the thick scarf. “It’s better to be safe,” he murmurs under his breath, as you roll your eyes and grab his arm to head out the door, ushering Agrios to follow suit.

“We’ll be back soon, Silenus!” you bid goodbye, waving warmly as you’re greeted by a cold gust of wind. Your breath forms a faint smoke of air as the icy sensation tickles your exposed skin. At the shiver that seizes you, Hoseok smiles as you bury your face into the thick scarf. “As I’ve told you,” he says as he lingers closer, “you needn’t accompany me.”

Stubborn, you tighten your hold around his arm, playfully glaring up at his smug grin. “And as I’ve told you, I want to go out and see Alenka and Aldora,” you quip, pushing him slightly as you turn your attention to the forest you’ve become accustomed to. The towering trees that had been a canopy of greens and oranges were now barren, their dark bark and branches a stark contrast against the snow and the blue sky.

There are moments where you’ve quietly reflected on the months you’ve been here, on how much things have changed since Theseus le—

Something cold hits the back of your head, a shocked gasp leaving your lips as you whip around to see where on Earth that came from. The culprit, of course, is Hoseok, who was forming balls of snow in his hands. “I’m hurt, princess,” he dramatically sighs despite his eyes glinting with mischief. “Here I thought you wanted to spend time with me.”

You dodge his next snowball in time, wide eyes now squinting at him. “Insufferable,” you grumble, taking a quick duck behind a tree and gathering your own projectile, landing a hit on his shoulder as he was trying to flee for cover. “Aha!”

An unamused leopard stares at the two of you, waiting for the two of you to quit giggling and running around with eyes of judgment. “Agrios, help!” you squeal, squealing as one of Hoseok’s snowballs struck your leg.

“Don’t you dare, traitor!” the wine god immediately retaliates.

You look over your shoulder and see him fully running after you at this point, and just as you are about to strike back, a root ensnares your foot, sending you crashing forth. Arms wound around your waist, pulling you back in time for Hoseok, who caught you at the last minute, to take most of the fall.

The two of you fall on your knees, a grunt and a hiss leaving you both as you recoil from the impact and the cold ground. You look at your companion, his dark curls much more unruly and his tunic and cloak disheveled from all the running you two did. In spite of that, he was looking over at you and assessing your state, adjusting your scarf yet again. “Are you alright?”

Hoseok watched as you started breathlessly chuckling and failing miserably at hiding it. This, however, was a sign to him that you were alright, beginning to smile, himself. “Truce?” he asks, watching as you grin back at him.

Your hands were cold with what remained of your previous snowball as you grabbed at his cheeks, doing well to squeeze it about as he gasps and shrieks at the icy touch. “Truce,” you finally affirm, laughing at his dramatic pout of defeat.

Funnily, even in the chill of the winter morn, all you could feel throughout was warmth.

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