#mummies x human reader

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Totally plan on making fluffy oneshots of monsters carving pumpkins.

*I spelled scarecrow wrong and only figured that out after posting, can't correct it now crap. Oh well.

[minniesfiles]

TIARAS AND TUTUS

Kim Mingyu would do anything for his little girl. Even if it meant embarrassing himself in front of the entire kindergarten.

❧ PAIRING; mingyu x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, (girl) dad mingyu, pure fluff, drabble

❧ WORDCOUNT; 1.2k

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▍20 MAY 2029

Mingyu never imagined that at thirty-two years old, he’d find himself standing in a crowded kindergarten classroom wearing a pink tutu and a plastic tiara. Yet here he was, adjusting the waistband of the fluffy skirt while you tried to contain your laughter behind your phone’s camera.

“Gyu, oh my god— I can’t,” you wheezed as you snapped another picture. “You look adorable.”

Mingyu shot you a glare, his face already burning with embarrassment. “I don’t know why you’re laughing. You made me do this.”

“You agreed to this,” you corrected him with a grin.

“For Minji,” he huffed and then looked down at your four-year-old daughter.

Minji, completely unfazed by the ridiculousness of the situation, twirled gracefully in her matching pink tutu. Her tiny crown, slightly crooked on her head, added to her charm as she beamed up at him with excitement. “Daddy, we look like real ballerinas!”

Mingyu sighed, his heart melting despite his efforts to remain composed. “Yes princess, we certainly do.”

The kindergarten was organising a Father’s Day celebration, and for some inexplicable reason — one Mingyu would never comprehend — the teachers had chosen a father-daughter ballet performance as the perfect bonding activity.

When Minji first handed him the invitation, he couldn’t help but laugh, mistaking it for some kind of joke. However, upon looking into her big, eager eyes, he realised that he couldn’t exactly say no.

“Will you dance with me Daddy?” she asked, and denying her request was simply not an option.

He had convinced himself that it wouldn’t be too bad. Perhaps they’d simply wave their arms a bit and call it a day. However, when he arrived at the school and saw a row of frilly pink tutus hanging on the classroom wall, his stomach dropped.

Now, standing in the middle of the classroom with his tutu barely covering his hips, he realised just how deeply he had underestimated the situation.

It wasn’t just him (thankfully) — every father in the room was dressed identically. However, none of them stood out as much as he did.

Mingyu, standing at six feet two inches tall, was easily the tallest person in the room. The other dads were of average height, which made it easy for them to blend into the crowd. However, Mingyu stood out like a giant who had been dropped into a sea of tiny fathers and daughters dressed in tutus.

And now, in just a few minutes, he was going to have to dance on stage. He ran a hand down his face. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’ll be fine,” you assured him between giggles. “Just embrace it.”

Mingyu groaned, but before he could express his annoyance further, a small hand grasped his. He peered down to see Minji gazing up at him with big, round eyes.

“Daddy, are you okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Of course sweetheart,” he forced a smile.

“But you look nervous,” she frowned.

Mingyu hesitated. He didn’t want to ruin this for her, but the idea of being the tallest, most awkward ballerina on stage was making his stomach twist in knots.

Minji suddenly took both of his hands in hers. “Daddy, you don’t have to be scared. You’re the best dancer ever!”

Mingyu snorted. “I don’t know about that princess.”

“Yes, you are!” she insisted. “And even if you mess up, it’s okay because we’re doing it together!”

Mingyu’s heart fluttered in awe. How was it possible for such a small human to be so wise? He crouched down, meeting her gaze. “You really think so?”

Minji nodded firmly. “Uh-huh! And also, if you dance funny, Mummy said she’ll love you even more.”

From behind them, you burst into laughter. Mingyu groaned in annoyance but couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Of course she did.”

Just then, the teacher clapped her hands to gain everyone’s attention. “Alright daddies and daughters! It’s time to line up for our performance. Remember, the main objective is to have fun, so don’t worry about being perfect!”

Mingyu took a deep breath and stood up, allowing Minji to drag him towards the stage. The other fathers shuffled nervously beside him, some adjusting their tiaras, while others looked around as if they’re searching for an escape route.

The curtains were drawn back, revealing a small stage decorated with pastel pink and white ribbons. The audience, predominantly mothers, younger siblings, and teachers, watched with amused expressions while holding cameras to capture the moment.

The lights dimmed slightly as soft, whimsical music started to play. Mingyu swallowed hard as he followed the simple steps they had learned during their brief rehearsal. The movements were basic — twirling, raising arms in an arch, and a little plié — but somehow, performing them in front of an audience while wearing a tutu made it ten times more challenging.

He spotted you in the crowd with your phone raised as you documented every embarrassing moment of your husband as well as your daughter’s. He was certain that he was going to hear about this for years.

But then, he looked down at Minji, whose face was radiant with nothing but joy. She giggled as she twirled beside him, holding his hand so tightly that it seemed to anchor him. She wasn’t embarrassed. She wasn’t worried about how silly they looked. All she felt was happiness.

And suddenly, Mingyu no longer cared.

So what if he was a six-foot-two man in a tutu? So what if he looked absolutely ridiculous? His daughter was happy, and that was all that mattered.

His movements became more fluid and confident. He gracefully lifted his arms, exaggerating his spins just to hear Minji’s laughter. When he noticed another dad struggling to keep the rhythm, he gave him a reassuring nod. Because they were all in this together.

By the end of the performance, Mingyu spun Minji in the air one final time, earning loud cheers and claps from the audience. The teacher applauded in response, and the little girls all curtsied, while the fathers bowed (some more dramatically than others).

As they walked offstage, Minji beamed up at him. “See? You are the best dancer ever Daddy!”

Mingyu smiled and bent down to kiss her tiny forehead. “Only because I had the best partner.”

You approached them with your grin still plastered on your face as you held up your phone. “I managed to capture the entire thing, and I’m sending it to Wonwoo and the others.”

Mingyu groaned. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Nope,” you smirked.

Your husband sighed dramatically, but when Minji hugged him tightly, all his embarrassment vanished. After all, nothing was more important than making his little girl smile.

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Later that night, after putting Minji to sleep, Mingyu sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone. When a notification suddenly appeared on the screen.

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[13 losers]

Wonwoo: Tell me why my timeline is full of a six-foot-two ballerina?

Soonyoung: YOU WERE AMAZING MINGYU-SSI. TEARS IN MY EYES.

Jeonghan: You’re my hero. I’m making this my profile picture.

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Mingyu let out a groan and tossed his phone onto the soft. You, seated beside him with a smug grin, rested your head on his shoulder. “So…do you regret it?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No,” he admitted. “But I’m banning you from using your phone during school events.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I can’t make any promises.”

And despite his embarrassment, Mingyu couldn’t help but smile. Because at the end of the day, he would wear a thousand tutus if it meant making Minji happy.

[amphitriteswife]

A call from God

Source: Castlevania Nocturne

Pairing: Alucard x fem Vampire! Reader

Summary: Alucard meets you during his trip to Paris. Although you got along greatly with Annette and Richter, he seems wary of you. During the night Annette went to the Spirit realm and Richter fell asleep, he questions you.

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Alucard sighs, his eyes casted down onto the empty, dirty and gloomy street. His eyes sometimes taking a few glancing in the reflection of Annette in the glass of the window. Richter had been fast asleep, not that it mattered. He was a human after all, he needs all the sleep he can get. Especially since they’re oh so close to finally stopping Erzsabet. He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of worry. They lost Sekhmet’s mummy to Drolta, a vital mistake that changed almost everything. They have no choice but to rely on Annette’s ability and hope that she’ll finds Sekhmet’s soul. Alucard glanced at Annette, her eyes were still closed yet it from her eyebrows it was obvious that she was busy. He took in another breath, the feeling of your eyes on him had been annoying him for ages. His gaze turned to you, eyes narrowed and a rather distasteful look was present on his face. It was clear that he had his guard up with you, a sign that he did not trust you. His lips parted, showing a white ray of teeth with his signature fangs much like yours. You looked calm, as if nothing was wrong. It irritated him to no end. Your smug grin and charming words didn’t work on him. His eyes met yours, red. The color of a vampire’s eyes. Although he was both human and vampire, he didn’t fit with either. It made it rather lonely, but after almost more than 300+ years you’ll get used to it. It wasn’t his intention, but he stared at you. And you stared back. How daring you are, most would avoid him or try to kill him. After all it all depends on which perspective what causes him to be a foe or friend. He was needed to stop Erzsabet from having the world caged in only night and having her turn into Sekhmet. A belmont is needed to in these cases, and a user of magic too….so what was your purpose?

‘Why did you come here?’

The question sounded rather simple, his tone was soft like usual but there was no doubt that it was more than an accusation than a question. Your eyes darted from Annette to Alucard, he wasn’t looking at you anymore, but rather onto the depressing streets of Paris.

‘My god ordered me to do so.’

Your answer caused him to hum at you. Your god? So you’re religious. Well it’s not unusual to be religious, especially in this given time where believe is one of the most important things one can have in their life. His eyes glanced at your reflection in the glass of the window, he hadn’t expected you to look at that same exact spot to make eye contact. Are you always this sharp?

‘Christian?’

‘I do not believe in the Christian god.’

‘Pagan then?’

‘Yes’

Your answers were short and to the point. Nothing less but also nothing more. You don’t believe in the Christian god, that does not narrow it down whatsoever. Ofcourse in this time not many believe in the pagan gods, feeling as if they had been abandoned by them and choosing to convert to Christianity. Not a bad choice, but the leaders of the church didn’t handle the people with grace. yet even so, if your god had spoken to you, who ways that it was a match for the goddess Sekhmet. She was after all the bringer if many good and bad things. Goddess of war and medicine. A respected warrior goddess based of Ra’s vengeance. He had sent her down to earth to destroy the mortals who conspired against him. Yet the bloodlust was too much, the goddess almost wiped out all of humanity and Ra had to trick her with beer and let her go back to him. A famous myth that was told in all of time when Hathor and Sekhmet were believed to be the same person. A terrifying yet admirable goddess….

‘Does your god stand a chance to Sekhmet?’

The sudden sound of your earrings ringing made him look towards you. Your eyes wide, a rather creepy smile plastered on your face. Had he offended you?…stop looking at him like that. Perhaps he can see why you look at him the way you are. But still, he needs to know if your god can actually face Sekhmet, she’s strong, very. very. very strong. It sound logical right? You took a few steps closer to Alucard. Your red eyes looking into his golden ones. The soft sound of your snicker could be heard in the room. To Alucard it was loud, yet it hadn’t woken up Richter. How clueless he was for doubt your god. Your voice laced with pride as if you were speaking about the most glorious thing to ever exist.

‘My god is more than fit, the greatest, the best. The destroyer. The chaos, the vengeance. It’ll be all over.’

Alucard raised an eyebrow. You were speaking like a mad woman. Much like Erzsebet or Drolta. He let out a scoff. Prideful huh? But it doesn’t explain anything about your god to him. Not one bit.

‘You talk big, but can it really? realistically speaking ofcourse.’

The sound of your laughter intensified, your hand grasping his. Eyes gleaming with adoration, your red colored lips twisting into a smile.

‘There is only one god. Who can handle lady Sekhmet…the god is ruthless. He rides his chariot across the desert, the sand blowing along with the wind. Lord of the red sea. Hair painted crimson from the mortals blood. He who killed his own brother for the throne of Egypt. Who casted chaos on Egypt in his time of ruling. The mighty god who was the closest to being compared with Sekhmet …lord Seth.’

Alucard softly gasped…Seth? The ruthless god who killed his brother Osiris into pieces, threw him into the Nile, Stole his throne and caused chaos onto Egypt? That’s your god? A god many feared out the depth of their hearts, His worshippers were treated as cult members. His role as husband also faded away as his wife, Nephthys, also had a child with his brother Osiris which caused the existence of the god Anubis. Many found Seth to be evil and later on casted him aside to be a deity of the Persians.

‘Seth…an evil god that was rumored to be male Sekhmet…not a bad choice.’

‘Tch. Evil? My god is not evil, he may be a villain but he is not evil. What would someone like you know about my god?’

‘Well, the myths tell a different story. Killing, corruption, violence. Do I need to continue?’

A low growl escaped your lips. How dare one talk about Lord Seth this way? Unbelievable…yet not uncommon. Yes, it did anger you. But anger won’t help the situation. You took a few breaths. Your eyes falling closed before they opened and looked at Alucard, who found it rather amusing to see you distressed. Once again, a rather smug smirk made its way to your lips.

‘Myths can be many things Alucard. They’re not always reliable. It could be re-tellings. Or in another perspective. Perhaps even a fanfiction. But do not forget, myths are made by the mortals. Not the gods.’

Your words made Alucard think for a moment. You had a point. Myths were indeed written by mortals and not the god’s themselves. Interesting take. For the first time, a rather genuine smile formed on his face. You were smart, smarter than he thought. Although he does not trust you nor the God of the desert and chaos, Seth. You still have gained something else, his admiration. His gaze fell upon yours. Although your god had spoken to you: How will he be of help? Sensing the question Alucard had, you gave him and answer. A truthful answer.

‘I am a vessel, My body is Seth’s. He trusts me. And I trust him. If he wishes to interfere with this matter ye will posses me. And if he doesn’t then he won’t. After all, he is just a forgotten god…my forgotten god…and this god oh so is needed to kill the true evil most claimed him to be.’

[melosliving]

Can you do something where the reader and Aaron are married and she does the I can’t pay the mortgage this month trend on him.

omg my first askkkkk !!! I hope you��ll like it ! this is such a good idea actually let me cook

aaron pierre x wife!reader

you can’t pay the mortgage this month…

Sitting on the couch, you cradled your baby boy, humming softly as his tiny hand clutched one of your fingers. The late afternoon sunlight spilled into the living room, casting a warm glow on the pretty family photos lining the walls. Aaron was in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up as he chopped whatever it’ll be for dinner. You watched him from afar, smiling at the sight of him softly singing to himself.

"Alright, papa," you whispered to your son, adjusting him in your lap. "it’s been a long time since there’s been a little drama with Daddy." Aaron turned around, catching your gaze. "What’s that smile for?" he asked, narrowing his eyes playfully. "Nothing, you just look very good doing things I normally do," you replied innocently, standing up and walking toward him. Your son rested on your hip, his chubby cheeks rosy from the warmth of the room.

Aaron dried his hands and leaned in to kiss your forehead. "How’s bubba doing?" he asked, gently tickling your son’s belly. The baby giggled, his laughter filling the room.

"He’s good, I think he’ll nap soon." you said, pressing your lips together to suppress a smile. "Actually… I need to talk to you about something. Don’t be mad." Aaron straightened up, his playful expression softening into concern. "What’s wrong?"

You hesitated, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "I can’t pay the mortgage this month," you said, lowering your voice. Aaron blinked, his brows knitting together in confusion before he smirked. "Oh no. I guess I’ll have to call the bank and let them know that my freeloader wife can’t pay her nonexistent share."

You laughed, nudging him with your free hand. "Freeloader? Excuse me, I literally birthed your child!"

"And I pay for the roof over our heads, so we’re even, right bubba ?" He winked, going over you two before taking your son in his arms. "aaron, I’m serious," you said, your tone laced with mock frustration.

He tilted his head, squinting at you. "baby, you don’t even pay the mortgage. I do."

The room fell silent for a beat before you burst into laughter, unable to keep the act up any longer. Your baby boy clapped his hands, joining in the joyful chaos.

Aaron shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?" He leaned in, stealing a kiss. "I knew you were up to something."

"Maybe," you teased, walking away but before you could, you stopped yourself and went towards your husband, pinching one of his ears. "Never say we’re even ever again, boy. I pushed a human being out of my vagina and I know your scary ass could never. Are we clear ?" You tease, being all up in his ears just like the way he hates.

"Yes, ma’am." He answers, face twisting in pain before releasing a light laugh when you let him go, leaving your boys in the kitchen. "I love your mummy, even when she’s a crash out." He whispers to your son, smiling.

"aaron I’ll beat your ass ! Don’t play with me !" Your voice is heard as you’re going up the stairs. "I love her though, very much," he says back to your son, who is only trying to grab his daddy’s ears just like you did before.

"I love you too papa !" You say up the stairs.

@ melosliving 2025

[woso-dreamzzz]

Flag IV

Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Child!Reader

Summary: You're hurt and scared

Your head throbs as you wake up, the pitter-patter of rain falling on your skin.

The rain is cold but your tears are hot, scorching your skin as they roll down your cheeks.

The butterfly you were chasing is missing, flown away to hide from the spring storm that you now find yourself trapped in.

You don't know how long it has been raining but you're soaked to the bone and shivering.

Two Jordans whine at you, both blurry around the edges as you sit up.

There is a sharp rock where your head was, blood being washed away as the rain gets heavier.

The Jordans whine at you again and you reach out for one of them but your hand passes right through.

"Jordi?" You ask as the second Jordan nudges you with his snout," I'm tired. Where's...Where's Mama and Mummy?"

Your eyes slip closed for a moment. It's easy to nod off even though you're very cold and your head feels icky.

Jordan barks and you jolt awake again, head throbbing.

Hot blood runs from your forehead down your face as your gaze goes blurry again, Jordan just a weird dog shaped blur.

You want Mama and Mummy. You don't know where they are.

The rain turns to snow quickly and the temperature plummets, your clothes freezing on your body.

Your breath comes out in a puff in front of you.

Jordan barks again, lightly nudging you under a little ledge. It does little to stop the cold but it keeps you out of the snow that clings and melts in your hair.

Jordan is warm against you and you shiver, little hands burying themselves into his fur.

"Mama an' Mummy," You say through cracked lips," Jordi...Where Mama an' Mummy?"

You don't remember much, not really.

You were playing in the forest with Frida earlier and she let you run ahead with Jordan a little bit, as long as you stayed in sight at all times.

There was a fork in the path. Usually, you swing right but Jordan got distracted by a butterfly and went left.

You followed after him, distracted by the butterfly too.

You'd tripped on something. You're not sure what it was, maybe an upturned root or tree branch. You'd tripped though and went tumbling down into the ditch.

You must have hit your head on that rock because your head is all sticky with blood.

"J-Jordi," You say, shivering," 'm cold. Mummy an' Mama be here soon?"

Jordan doesn't answer you, patting his front paws on the ground as you lean more heavily into him.

"'m tired too," You say," Havin' a little nap."

Your fingertips are freezing. You can barely move them as they go from their usual colour to a little purple. Your lips are the same colour but you can't see them.

"Jus' a little nap. A little one, Jordi."

Your eyes slip closed again as you lean your head against Jordan's body.

He whines a little, shifting around before he's curled fully around you.

Jordan's nice and warm like your blankets at home, when you're wedged between Mama and Mummy in front of the fire with a little mug of hot chocolate that Mummy makes special for you with whipped cream, chocolate shavings and marshmallows.

You don't know how long you nap for or even if you nap at all.

It's like one long blink as Jordan shifts away from you, barking and snarling.

You've never heard Jordan snarl before so you try to wrench your eyes open. It's hard going though, frozen shut by all your tears, but eventually, you get them open.

There's another dog shaped blur in front of Jordan, lying down on the ground nonplussed.

There's a human shape too and you puff out a big breath.

"Mama?"

"No, sweetie," The blob says," I'm not your Mama. But I'm here to take you to her. Can you come a bit closer?"

You try to get closer but you don't have much strength to get to your feet, all shaky and weak.

Jordan whines when you fall over and snaps as the strange woman comes closer.

"Easy," She says to your dog," I'm here to help her. That's a nasty cut you've got there. Can you tell me how it happened?"

"I...I hurted myself when I fell. Big ouchie."

"Yeah, it is. I've got a little bandage here, can I put it on you?"

"Bandage? Like-Like a plaster?"

"Like a big plaster."

You lean forward and the woman gently presses the gauze over your bleeding head.

"And what about your eyesight? Can you see me properly?"

"Like-Like a blob," You answer," Saw two Jordi's earlier but now only one."

"Okay, sweetheart, thanks for telling me." She reaches for her radio. "I've got her here. Skipper tracked her and her dog down. I've got a serious head wound and a likely grade three concussion. Complaints of blurry vision. Likely loss of consciousness. Difficulties with balance and speech. I've got early symptoms of hypothermia but it seemed her dog helped stave the worst of that off."

You reach out for Jordan again, who presses into your body.

"Got it, boss. Bringing her in now."

The woman reaches for you and you go willingly.

She'll take you to Mama and Mummy.

Jordan pads after you, still wary.

Emma sits at the entrance of the forest next to the ambulance. Frida sobs at her side, both of them wrapped in a blanket as they wait.

They know the paramedic has found you now, her and her dog Skipper have tracked you and Jordan down but it doesn't quell Emma's worry for you.

Not until the high-vis jacket pokes out from the forest and the search and rescue team swarm.

A blanket is wrapped around you tightly and the gauze is gently pulled away from your face to see the extent of the injury.

"Squish?" Frida calls, trying to fight through the crowd," Is she okay? Will she be alright?"

You're loaded into the ambulance, awake and talking as Emma and Frida crowd around you.

"Mama. Mummy," You say," Found me."

"Yeah," Emma says, blinking away tears," Of course we found you, squish."

You shiver. "Stayed put like you told me if I got lost. Stayed with Jordi."

Emma glances down at her feet. Jordan's covered in snow, streaks of blood drying on his fur.

"Jordi, good boy."

"The best boy."

Frida takes Emma's place talking to you, cupping your cheek as Emma reaches down for Jordan.

"You're such a good boy, Jordi," She tells him," For looking after her. The best big brother in the world."

"He almost attacked Skipper for trying to get to her," The search and rescue paramedic that found you says," He was very worried on the walk back. You've got a good one there. Both of them. She didn't run off. She stayed exactly where she fell."

"Thank you, for finding her."

"It's my job. We've got a hospital nearby that will take care of you all. They'll take her for a scan, sew up her head and put her on concussion watch. She'll be fine."

Emma can't help but repeat it again. "Thank you."

"Go," The woman says," Be with your kid."

You won't remember much of this experience. You'll never really remember the fall or the crack of your skull against the rock. You'll never really remember the nearly three hours you spent missing, huddled under the ledge with Jordan, who was desperately trying to keep you awake as your breathing got shallower and shallower and your got colder and colder.

You'll never remember the trip to the hospital but you will remember the paramedic that found you and her dog Skipper.

You will always remember her high-vis jacket and her body against yours as she carried you out of the forest back to your mothers.

You will always carry that memory with you, even when you're out in your own high-vis jacket with your own tracking dog and your own emergency medicine kit.

[nocturn-warrior]

Ne t'enfuis pas

Adrian Ţepeş x reader

Summary: You are his first love reincarnated and after 300 years, you finally meet again.

Rating: fluff, hurt, comfort

Warnings: mentions of death, grief, Nocturn season 2 spoilers!!!

Nmed after Kate Bush's Ne T'enfuis Pas. This is heavily inspired in Bram Stoker's Dracula by Coppola and mayyybe Nosferatu by Eggers <3 It's been so long since i've written, i am honestly rusty. Sorry for taking so long with this one.

The water in the pond behind the chateau reflects the light of the crescent pale moonlight above your head. It is the first time in weeks since you could go outside after the sunset without worrying about getting your neck attacked by a servant of the Bloody Countess or a night creature. Small tadpoles swim around, feeding on bugs that have the misfortune of falling in the pond and you watch them idly and with a childlike curiosity. You didn’t want to ruminate at that moment, you wanted to think that everything was going to be fine. 

Still, your unquiet mind couldn’t rest. The scene of the tadpole rapidly consuming the bug reminds you of your own thoughts consuming you. The dreams you’ve had before his arrival; a dark castle with infinite stairs, forests that you’ve never explored, and flashes of scenes flooding your mind every time he is near that feel so much more real than a mere dejavú. But how could you ever put this into words?

Smooth steps are heard padding against the grass and you softly gasp when you see the tall, pale man coming to the spot you are sitting on. His amber eyes glow like the ones of a cat in a dark night as he walks in the shadow announcing his not fully human nature. 

“They are beheading the last one of the day. Won’t you like to see the show?”

Alucard asks with sarcasm, sitting on the opposite side of the pond in a pompous swish. The city's in ruins, but the people are executioning the aristocrats who stood in the side of the vampires during the attack. You don’t answer his question. In fact, the two of you stay in silence for a while, but now and then you peek through the fountain to see if he is still in there and he is perfectly immobile like a beautiful statue in the garden, except for his flouncy hair tousled by the soft breeze. In one of those moments of curiosity, your gazes meet and it feels intense as a lightning hitting your body, Alucard could see your hair standing on end.

“Although I think they should pay for what they did, I don't see the point of gathering in the town to see bloodshed. I’ve seen enough of this in the last few days.”

You answer in an awkward way and twirl your finger around the water, making the tadpoles hide behind a rock to dismiss the feeling that goes beyond embarrassment. Alucard narrows his eyes, cautiously watching your expression, wondering if approaching you now was the right choice. But how long could he keep this to himself? If there is something Alucard learned during these wandering 300 years is that human life is feeble as a crystal, that he’ll see his pals one by one perish to the fog of time. Leaving it be, ignoring the signals would spare him from the very known feeling of grief. Still, there you are. With another appearance, voice and name, yet eyes are the windows of the soul, they say, and Alucard lived enough to know that this might be true. And since yours met during the Eclipse, he knew that calling coming from overseas was not only his duty of destroying Sekhmet’s mummy. He was drawn to your presence like a boat to a lighthouse.

“May i?”

He asks before sitting on the same side as you on the pond, so pale that he seems to emanate his own light and reflect in the pond along with the moon. You nod and he graciously settles himself some palms away not wanting to be invasive, minutely investigating the possibilities and to what paths would they guide him. Your mind is racing with thoughts, so many it could burst. A feeling of urgency that takes you completely and is shared with the man by your side. Gathering forces from an ancient feeling asleep for so too long, you finally speak:

“You have found me… how?”

He hums looking into the pond before answering your question that is so easy to answer yet difficult to put into words when he measures the consequences.

“I felt you calling me.”

You shortly breathe, reminding the nights where that feeling of emptiness would set in as if there was something missing and you would pray for a light, something that could give you a clue of what was the other part of the whole. The dreams that filled your sleep in the following nights left you even more puzzled, but when Alucard arrived, everything was starting to be put in place, for more unbelievable that sounded. 

Before you died, you made Alucard promise that he would find someone else. That he wouldn't have his eternity tied to your memory, that he would find other lovers to fulfill his heart and to give him the love he deserved. Your shaking cold hand held his as you collapsed to smallpox in your deathbed and finally the eyes of your mortal body closed forever. He did as promised. Tens of women and men crossed his path across those thirty decades, but no one of them were you. The same emptiness your oblivious, reborn self would experience now, the dhampir would drag along the mists of years; for you, what was an unknown spectrum, for him it was a very palpable feeling that seemed to almost materialize itself.

Your eyes fill up with tears, a rush of emotions suddenly rises as Alucard watches you break down, still hesitant. His slender hand reaches out to touch your shoulder and you shudder; like the sun coming out from the clouds, a myriad of memories start to bloom. Alucard’s eyes are wide open in shock, harm of fear is the last thing he wants to inflict on you. But how could he have been causing it when all you could see in front of your eyes was him and your life together? Piece by piece like a broken porcelain, you see snippets of the past. 

You suddenly wrap your arms around his shoulders, a hug so unpredictable and strong that Alucard had to hold onto the bricks of the pond otherwise you would fall directly into it. Once steady, He slowly retributes the hug, face resting on the crook of your neck as you sob tears of unbelievable happiness into his white hair. A small salty droplet roams his cheek too and when he realizes the emotional boy he used to be was here again. Slowly, you pull off from the embrace, drying your tears with the sleeves of your dress and say while cupping his angelical face in your hands, strands of white hair sticking onto his skin. You smile and say before pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips:

“And you came to me… from the sky like an angel.”

[loveanddeephistory]

LaDs x Archaeologist! Reader

While Rafayel absolutely would have an interesting dynamic, what about the other lads? This is gonna be a loose version of canon, reader remains childhood friends/having grown up with Caleb and Zayne. Bulleted headcanons

WC: 2.7k

✨Xavier✨

✨ This man is OLD. He has SEEN SOME SHIT. He’s been on this planet for over two hundred years, depending on where he lived and bounced around across the world he’d absolutely have bared witness to the development of anthropology and archaeology. Whether or not he paid much attention to it is another question.

✨Since you’re not a hunter, the next most likely place to meet Xavier as an archaeologist would be the library or a local museum. He’s been going through some old items, and realized he had some old momentos he didn’t feel the need to keep anymore. Rather than throw them away, he asked if the museum may be interested. You’re working as a consultant when he walks in.

✨While curation and collections work are not on your resume, you help the director anyway, sorting through the relics of a forgotten age. The handsome young (looking) man is quiet, but would answer questions as asked. ✨ You find out he’s a Deepspace Hunter. And a UNICORNS member at that. You try to thank him and ask about his job, but he shoots you down and instead asks about yours.

✨What was supposed to be an hour to assess what items the museum might take turned into multiple hours. Xavier didn’t seem keen on discussing his connections to the items in front of him, brushing them off as old trinkets great aunts, uncles, and other relatives passed down. But when you began to discuss the history and context behind them? Those big blue eyes started to sparkle like the stars in the night sky.

“I… didn’t think people still cared about those kinds of things.” He murmured, sliding his thumb across an object, wiping away a small layer of dust. You flash him a grin, snapping on the archival gloves to handle some of the more sensitive matters.

“I do. It’s my job to. I work more in the field, but I pitch in at museums where I can. Finding the stuff is good and all, but giving it a proper home where it will be cared for and preserved for future generations is just as important.”

✨ Consider his interest piqued. ✨Long, constant missions don’t leave him much time to hang around. But it isn’t the last time you see him. He seems to pick up odd jobs everywhere, when he wasn’t on a mission or fast asleep somewhere. One time he was handing out fliers, another he was running a second hand book store. But every time you saw him, he’d stop you to ask about the collection he left. About any excavations you’d been on, or research you’d done.

✨ He might not talk much about himself, potentially making you self conscious that you’re talking about yourself too often, but he’s just enthralled. He’d spent 214 years on this planet, and oh how times had changed in those two centuries. But your passion for the past, the one he knew and the one long before him? It frees him in.

✨ Expect him to “just so happen” to drop by the first time you’re on a long term excavation far from Linkon. He brushes off any questions of ‘how did you know I was here’ or ‘how did you get clearance for this’ with just flashing his UNICORNS identification. Wanderers, metaflux, you know the drill

✨Oh but the one time there was a Wanderer that showed up during an excavation? He was there in a heartbeat. ✨ Your passion for the past and the beauty of its preservation for the present and future caught his eye. While you might not have mummies or sorcerers chasing you down, there were real threats that did exist. But your fellow history fan had your back, from that point on.

🐠 Rafayel 🐠

🐠For a more in depth exploration, check out Trowels and Scales

🐠You two meet while you’re doing research on Lemuria, preparing for an underwater excavation. He’s polite but none too pleased.

🐠I mean, puh-lease, you think he’s gonna let this stinky human anywhere near his homeland? An archaeologist no less? Absolutely not

🐠He’s well read. He knows his history. He was present for it, anyway. He knows archaeology. He knows archaeologists. Just a fancy human way to say “thieving culture vultures with a dash of supremacy”. Absolutely not.

🐠That being said? He keeps an eye on you. Watches you from afar. You get spooked when the first phase of the Lemurian excavation goes south, so he takes that as a good sign.

���But still. He needs to keep an eye on you. But the more he does, and the more he “accidentally” runs into you, the more he finds his thoughts being challenged.

🐠You insisted on working alongside the community. You insisted on working with them, not against them, on being respectful.

🐠He doesn’t know what to think of you. You’re earnest. But you’re human! You’re an archaeologist! But the more he learns, the more he sees, the more he finds… he realizes you’re serious.

🐠He doesn’t open up fast. Far from it. It’s little tests here and there, seeing if you’re serious. His trust is hard to come by. But damn, you manage to get it. 🐠Maybe you’re useful in the long run. Having an archaeologist helping him? Good. It’s been a long time coming.

🐠But you’re cute. Really cute. That passion, your fervor for doing the right thing, for history and art…

🐠 Maybe there’s something here. Maybe. Now to get rid of that fake pearl around your neck…

❄���Zayne❄️

❄️ He was always quick to defend you growing up if other kids on the block made fun of you for your nerdy interests. An icy stare usually made them shut up.

❄️He had to admit, he liked the thought of you both being ‘doctors’ some day together. Him, cardiac surgery. You, archaeology. A social science is still a science, though you didn’t need to go to med school.

❄️You two lost touch when he moved away, only to meet again at a conference you both had been invited to. He was thoroughly surprised to see you.

❄️You could see the scars peeking out from under the sleeves of his collared shirt. He caught you staring, and at first cleared his throat while looking away. You merely rolled up your own sleeves, showing off the multitude of scars on your own forearms.

❄️”We match.” It was a surprise. While he knew your discipline meant the hazard of injury while in the field, he certainly hadn’t expected this. Your arms and hands were littered with small and big scars. As his eyes trailed over each one you smiled and pointed out what each one was from.

❄️Machete mishaps, things falling, accidents with students, a sharp tape measure retracted a little too close to skin (yes this has happened to me 🫠)

❄️Zayne didn’t know if he should scold you for being reckless, scold the people around you for being reckless, or both.

❄️He did both.

❄️The organizers noticed your chemistry and found out about your history together, and asked if you’d be interested in running a joint panel about the evolution of medical history, starting with what’s been found in ancient archaeological digs vs modern medicine. You agreed to make it a joint project for the conference the following year.

❄️Which meant meeting up on your days off (which were few and far between for the both of you), getting some drinks and macarons at his favorite bakery.

❄️Once the time came, it was one of the most anticipated cross-disciplinary panels to be hosted. Attended by medical students, anthropologists, archaeologists, and people just generally interested.

❄️You brought in some physical anthropologists to balance the history with the anatomy, while Zayne brought some of his colleagues with knowledge of old medical pathways.

❄️The whole event was a smashing success, praised across discipline for its thoroughness and its importance. Medical students understood the significance of the history of medicine, while anthropologists learned something new about the modern medical system.

❄️While schedules remained tight, your meetings with Dr. Zayne remained constant. Meeting up for drinks, macarons, and to review each others academic papers.

❄️Oh, and if you do pursue your doctorate? Know for a fact he’ll be there for your dissertation, front row, already wanting to rehost that panel once you’re a Dr. too

🐦‍⬛ Sylus 🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛I need to find and tag that person who said we should let Sylus loose on the British Museum, please let me know if you know who that person is because they’re RIGHT

🐦‍⬛Let’s say you two meet under… unsavory circumstances.

🐦‍⬛You were working on a high prestige excavation, only to find some of the precious jewels uncovered to have been stolen. Now this was a very important heritage site to the local community so on top of being frustrated and angry, you’re downright heartbroken.

🐦‍⬛You hear through the grapevine the thieves have an auction set up at the nest in Linkon. It’s ballsy, but you’re pissed enough as is, so you get yourself an invitation and show up.

🐦‍⬛No one recognized you (easy to get away with since you weren’t covered in the muck and grime of an excavation) so you watched and bide your time.

🐦‍⬛The auction starts, and already the price is high. People are bidding all over the place, and you just have to grind your teeth as you take mental notes to report this to the authorities. But you knew if it crossed the line into the N109 zone, it would likely never be seen again.

🐦‍⬛Finally, the highest bidder won. 5 million. Five. Million. Everyone else was bidding in the thousands, disappointing the thieves greatly, until a single low voice called out his number. The thieves not so subtly rejoiced.

🐦‍⬛You watch as a huge man slowly sidled up to where the jewel rested. His white hair and red eyes glowed in the low light of the club, and you nearly broke your martini glass. Typical rich assholes thinking they could just buy and sell precious relics with no regard to who they really belonged to.

🐦‍⬛You’d seen enough. You paid your tab and made your way out, ready to report this to the authorities when a black mist covered your mouth and pulled you backwards. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t run. 🐦‍⬛”Don’t think I didn’t see you eyeing these new jewels, sweetie.” That same low, baritone voice from the auction caught your attention. The black mist around your mouth vanished as the man cockily walked towards you, the jeweled draped over his hand. “I haven’t seen you here before. What are you?”

🐦‍⬛You knew better. You really did. You knew to keep your mouth shut. But you didn’t. You scoffed. “Just the person who found those jewels.”

“This isn’t finders, keepers, sweetie. I paid for these fair and square.”

“And those thieves that pawned them off to you stole them from an archaeological site! Those belong to their proper community.” You spat back. “I don’t want them. I want them to go back to where they do belong.”

🐦‍⬛There was a beat. A pause. In the shadows of the alley you couldn’t quite see his eyes. But the mist holding your wrists together dissipated as well. You didn’t make any stupid moves, gently rubbing your wrists as he simply hummed.

🐦‍⬛”I didn’t realize your kind were so… altruistic nowadays.” You scoffed.

🐦‍⬛”Times have changed. That doesn’t belong to you, or me, or those thieves. You’re right, this isn’t finders keepers. We’re not children.”

🐦‍⬛He walks off without another word, going back inside. You take the opportunity to get the hell out of dodge, before filing a police report.

🐦‍⬛You were thoroughly surprised the very next day to have your phone blown up by your contacts from that community, thrilled that some Good Samaritan returned the jewels in the night. The thieves had been apprehended and revealed to be smugglers who did this at multiple sites. You refused to take credit, that wasn’t you. But, who was it? It couldn’t have been that big man from the nest.

🐦‍⬛You started feeling watched from that point on. You’d catch glimpses of a crow tailing you. Hanging out outside your home.

🐦‍⬛Next excavation you were on confirmed your suspicions that the odd man with the white hair was your newfound hero. Another attempted robbery happened- only for the artifacts to be returned, the thieves dropped off with the police, and a note.

🐦‍⬛”Keep your sparkly things under lock and key, I could suggest a few supplies. -S”

🐦‍⬛ Whoever this ‘S’ man was, he seemed to have a vested interest in the proper homes for artifacts. So even with that crow following you around, it became a new sense of peace.

🐦‍⬛Sylus found you interesting. Very interesting. He returned that necklace and got his money back from those vagrants. Thievery wasn’t something that inherently bothered him. But preying on a community and stealing their artifacts? Absolutely not. He’s killed for less.

🐦‍⬛It takes him back to his space pirate days for a minute. This was a lot less showy than the last time he dealt with repatriating goods, but it got the job done. Now that you’d caught his eye, he had something much more valuable than any needless trinket.

🍎 Caleb 🍎

🍎Do you really think he doesn’t remember how you’ve wanted to do this since you were a child??? Come on. This is Caleb we’re talking about, here!

🍎Every history project, every mathematical equation, your college application, your grad school application. It got harder as you both got older, with him in the DAA. But he did his best to be as present as he could, to be a call away for any help you might need.

🍎But, secretly? He wouldn’t mind if you faltered somewhere along the way. Not that he didn’t want you to succeed! Not in the slightest.

🍎But the job was hard. Long, unforgiving. Publish or perish. You were stressed enough, and the weight of your pasts weighed heavily on his shoulders. A small part of him felt bitter. Why would you return to the world of science, when it had done you two so much harm? Not that you remembered.

🍎Then again… that passion. That commitment. The way your eyes lit up when you passionately told him one day you’d be off exploring the world, making new finds… how could he ever deny you? He couldn’t.

🍎So he helped look over your applications to suggest word changes. He helped coach you through it. While dendrochronology and radiocarbon dating might make his head spin, he listened to every word, more than happy to just be your duck so you could figure out the problem on your own.

🍎He cleared his schedule to come and watch you defend your thesis after grad school. He had a bouquet of flowers at the ready, already knowing you’d pass with flying colors.

🍎He’d be the first to know of every find. Every new gig. Your first excavation out of school, your squeals of excitement just made his life light up.

“Y’know, pipsqueak, one of the benefits of havin’ your own personal pilot is bein’ able to get to these gigs faster, and with better company!”

“Caleb!” You laugh, still thrilled and giggly over the newest job. The thrill of the work hadn’t yet faded. He hoped it never did, if it meant hearing you laugh like that. “You can’t ditch work every time I get a new job!”

“Yeahhhh? Wanna bet?” The playful lilt in his voice just made you grin harder, your cheeks hurting.

🍎Of course, he still ran background checks on every one of your coworkers. Every time you complained about a chauvinistic man in your crew he’d handle it himself.

🍎He’d watch closely, making sure he’d be the first to know if your signal got too faint while in a remote part of the site. And if there was ever an emergency, he’d often know before the supervisor of the site did. He’d be calling nonstop, asking if he needs to fly down there, sometimes not bothering to wait to ask.

🍎He’d let you do your job. You were so proud of yourself, so fiercely independent. But you were still that little pipsqueak he knew and loved. And no matter what, no matter where you were in the world, he’d come to you. Access and permissions be damned.

[dark-moonlust]

𖥔˚ Mixed/Other Species Mοnster Smut 𖥔˚

This masterlist will include different types of mοnsters that will be in all kinds of smutty situations with the reader. My reader inserts are usually female unless stated otherwise.

Yeti x Ice Witch (Yeti x fem witch reader)

Railed in a Sundress (2 vampires x human)

Bonds of Fate -Commission (Centaur x Werewolf x Human)

The Werewolf, the Minotaur, and Their Mate

Claimed by the Bear Hybrid

Cozy Life with your Bear Hybrid

Caught Between The Fae -Commission

The Griffin’s Claim (griffin x reader)

Whispers in the Dark (fae x human reader)

Werehyena’s mate (werehyena x reader)

A Night to Remember (mothman x reader)

The Heart of the Night (black panther x femreader)

Forest Guardian PART 1 (Forest guardian x reader)

Forest Guardian PART 2

Love Across the Cosmos (alien x reader) INTRO

Love Across the Cosmos Part 1

Alastair’s Possession PART 1 (ghost x reader)

Secret Lovers (alligator hybrid x otter f!reader)

Bound By The Rose Mark -Commission (beast x human reader)

The Cursed Kings PART 1 (3 mummies x f!reader)

The Griffin’s Claim (griffin x fhuman reader)

The Heat of the Night (humanoid black panther x fem!human)

Horner Monster Claiming (hornet monster x freader)

Unmasking Desire (fae x 2 vampires)

Wedded Bliss (eagle hybrid x freader)

Bold little human (gn!human x beast)

Deck the Halls Part 1 (Krampus x freader)

Sleigh Ride with your Satyr Part 1 (satyr x winter elf reader)

The Elf and the Hobgoblins- Part 1 (4 hobgoblins x elf reader)

Paying Tribute to the Satyrs Part 1 (3 satyrs x nymph reader)

Paying Tribute to the Satyrs Part 2

Paying Tribute to the Satyrs Part 3

A Valentine Like No Other Part 1

Love In Full Bloom (commission) fae x reader)

If you’re looking for more stories, chapters, polls, monster whispers, and so much more, I’ve got it all waiting on my Pat/re/on.

[enwoso]

hiya, love the grumpy universe. Could you do one where alessia has another baby and grumpy dosent want to share alessia. Or something along those lines.

mine, only mine | alessia russo x child!reader

shorter one i know but i promise there plenty fics on the way! i have five written at the moment that just need editing and another three that are in the process of being written🙃

grumpy masterlist

today you were meeting someone new, however it wasn’t the usual bigger person you were meeting. it was a tiny person, someone even smaller than you.

one of alessia’s family members, to be more specific her aunty had just had a baby. and with her being in her home town for the week, when she said she was able to meet the new born alessia jumped at the opportunity.

you however, not so happy about it. you were the baby of the russo family. you didn’t want there to be a new little one to steal your thunder in the family.

alessia arriving at mums house, her aunt and the rest of the family already there she carried you inside along with your little backpack. “hey tiny!” luca greeted you both as he said a big warm hello to you before hugging your mummy.

“hi uncle luca!” you smiled wandering into your nonna’s home, making yourself right at home. “nonna! gramps!” you shouted as you always would usually waiting for one of them to shout there usual ‘in here sweetheart!’

but instead, “sweetheart, where in here but you need to be a little quieter” you heard your nonna say as you wondering into the living room, you noticing straight away the tiny human in her arms.

“who dat?” you asked, mummy wandering in just behind you. as your nonna went on to explain who the small human was.

you learned quickly, that you didn’t like the tiny human.

not because they were a little boring, it added to it but the main reason was that you didn’t share your mummy and with the small human being in your mummy’s arms for the last hour, you quickly taken a big dislike to them.

“lovie, look at the baby!” mummy cooed as you sat next to your mummy, quickly looking the other way as she scooted a little to be closer to you.

“no, my mummy” you mumbled, clinging your arm around hers as you pushed your face to look the other way. not wanting to look a the tiny baby which had your mummy’s full attention.

alessia had caught onto the fact you were a little jealous of the tiny baby since you had gotten there, that and the fact her dad had pointed it out to her when she was getting you a drink from the kitchen.

“your little one is getting jealous of the baby” mario pointed out as you watched on with a frown on your face at luca and your nonna gushing over the baby. alessia watching your body language and giving her dad a knowing look and nod.

you were also being more clingy to her when the small baby wasn’t in alessia’s arms. she understood why you were acting the way you were, you’d never had to share your mummy.

you’d always been the baby in the family, and you always would be alessia’s little baby even when your old and grey.

“gosh do you remember when lovie was this small, mum!” alessia sent a grin to her mum, the memories of the first time she held you in her arms, hearing you cry for the first time as she fell in love with your tiny features.

“oh she was tiny wasn’t she!” carol pouted at the memory, alessia humming as she smiled slightly at the baby in her arms before handing the baby back to her aunt. the room falling into a small talk as alessia moved you from clinging onto her arm, and into her lap.

“do you not want to say hello, to the tiny baby?” mummy asked you as you shook your head almost immediately, sighing into your mums hold.

“you know always be mummy’s baby, i promise” alessia cooed quietly, just so you could hear as she kissed your forehead, a sense of loving filling your small limbs as you gripped onto your mummy a little tighter.

she was your mummy, no one else’s.

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

The dead haunts me

Pt.3 of Damien x Tokyo Ghoul sib. Reader

-> Read part 1 , part 2 here

──► after the death of his beloved sibling , Damien Wayne sets out hellbent on seeking his rightful justice even if it means betraying the world , betraying his family , and betraying them .

Tw : mentions of human abuse , mention of animal abuse , attempted self-harm , blood , gore , dark obsession

April 7th 2009 ,

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April 8th, 2009

Today, I was allowed to peak through the window again , I got to see a Robin !! I wish I had wings as beautiful as the Robin. It's such a pretty shade of brown like the hot coco mama used to make on Christmas. If I were a Robin, I would fly as high as the clouds, and I'd never fly back down ! I only got electrocuted five times today , maybe because of yesterday ..... but hey, at least I got to see a Robin today !

April 9th , 2009

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April 10th , 2009

I failed another test yesterday . I couldn't do it , the dog was innocent, and she had little heartbeats in her tummy . I didn't wanna kill her , she was someone's best friend , someone's mum, even if she was a stray dog. The dog looked so scared, so I hugged the dog ! But I don't think they liked that because they hit me a lot . But it was okay because I kept hugging her because I didn't want them to hit me . Then he shoved me off her - I promise I tried , I tried to get up, but he pushed me down with his foot . He then.... ate her .....he ate her, and her blood was all over me . It's my fault she's gone , it's my fault she's dead - I'm so sorry, mummy , daddy, I didn't wanna be a monster .

December 15th , 2016

I made a new friend named Damien ! He's really cool . He has two awesome katanas, and he let me touch one ! I accidentally cut my finger, but that's okay ! We've been good friends for a while , apparently, he's Mr. Wayne's birth son, which is really cool. Imagine having batman as a dad ! Anyway I have to go on patrol with my new friend now !

February 4th, 2017

I cried on my new friends shoulder today , was pretty embrassing, but he hugged me back, and he was super warm !! I accidentally stabbed a suspect - it wasn't supposed to happen, and it was reflexes I swear because he came out of nowhere . Tim called me a monster because of it as the suspect was gurgling and bleeding but honest it wasn't my fault, and plus, he had an assault rifle ! Thankfully, Damien was there to back me up, and he told Tim off but still I feel so bad I didn't want to be a monster but Damien hugged me and promised me that we aren't monsters , we just grew up differently than them .

These entries are the property of Y/N Wayne .

Damien couldn't tell you the last time he slept . Everytime he closed his eyes , the vivid memory of y/n's dead form laying there bleeding in that field replays before him liek a broken record - sometimes in the dead of the night he can hear them calling out to him for help only to but immediately cut off abruptly like that night.

Whenever he's not pouring through countless articles about Arima or what happened that night, he's pouring through Y/n's life entries to the point he's memorized every page since its the one thing that has him grounded to earth anymore.

It's been a year . A year . And nothing, he couldn't find anything about Arima , nothing about the organization he works with , nothing about what happened to you that night, and he's bloody gone mad . It's like whatever happened that night vanished .

He asked - no begged Bruce on his hands and knees , till they were bloodied and bruised to help him search for you and even he - even he couldn't find anything about you . He feels so incredibly useless , mad , angry, somber, and tired, but his mind won't rest until he knows - until he's has avenged you.

Damien finds himself in their room again - like clockwork , his body unconsciously takes him here everytime , he doesn't know why but his body always guide him back here , to a home that's no longer here . He crashes on your bed and sobs loudly.

He sobs and screams his heart out before his lungs burn, and he has no more tears . Bruce stands in the doorframe as he looks at his son's disheveled form . He steps in carefully and approaches his sullen form. He doesn't know if Damien wants his company to begin with, but he shows no signs of being disturbed .

" Damien, we will get to the bottom of this, and we will arrest the culprit. It's just gonna take time -" Bruce says as he rubs Damien's back in a soothing manner . " Arrest them ? I'm going to bloody murder whoever it is, " Damien seethes out as he clutches onto the bedsheets in anger.

Bruce scowls . " They wouldn't want that," he muttered out . Damien stills underneath him before kicking him square , sending Bruce flying into a wall . " YOU DON'T GET TO SAY WHAT THEY WANT," he screams back.

Hearing the commotion , Dick runs into the room and makes a beeline to his father . " Damien what the fuck -" he curses as he helps pick up his father . Damien seethes , red is practically all he sees at this point .

" Damien - we both know they don't like death - what makes you think they'd like it if you took another's life " Bruce says between coughs . Damien shoots him a glare. " DON'T PLAY SAINT WITH ME BRUCE , THEYRE DEAD , THEYRE GONE BECAUSE SOME SICK FUCK AND IF YOU HADN'T HELD ME BACK THAT NIGHT THEY'D BE HERE WITH ME " Damien shouts as he punches the wall next to him.

Dick sends him a glare . " You're absolutely gone mad." Damien gives him a sick smile , " I've gone mad long time. You're just now realizing it." Bruce's shakes his head as he leans against Dick for support . " Don't do this, Damien , don't go down this road," Bruce pleads with his son. Damien shakes his head. " Because of your - no our incompetence , following your pathetic morals , trying to be nice , trying to be diplomatic, they're dead so no father. I WILL BE JUSTICE , I WILL BRING IT , I WILL FORCE IT UPON GOTHAM AND YOU ALL SHALL BARE IT , Damien promises before vanishing off into the night.

Blood stains his shirt , his hands , his face as he moves through the night skillfully, leaving a bloodbath in his wake. The once quiet night of Gotham was now filled with pleads and screams of criminals. Damien decided that since he couldn't find out who did it , he might as well eliminate all possibilities...permenantly.

Bodies were left bleeding out , some were twisted and mauled beyond recognition as Damien carried out his reign of justice . Damien had just finished dismembering a child predator when he heard someone approaching from behind him .

Without any hesitation, he spun around and threw a knife at them. Silence filled th air before the figure emerged from the shadows , knife caught skillfully between their fingers with a stark face . Arima stood before Damien with a cold look.

" You're as messy as a ghoul , almost like them," he states coolly before throwing the knife back Damien's way . Damien dodges it and sends the man a glare . " You," He seethes as he unsheathes both katnas . " Me," Arima confirms as he pushes his hands into his coat. " Why?" Damien spits out . "Why them.." he pleads.

Arima stares at him blankly. " They're like any other ghoul in my world. They're monsters that deserve to die , a monster that had to be put down, " he finishes. A breeze blow between them, and Damien feels himself giving in to blood thirst.

" THEY WERE A GOOD PERSON," he said defensively as tears began slipping down his cheeks. Arima says nothing for a moment and just stares at him . " Damien , sooner or later, they'd become a danger to your universe when they eventually gave in to their urges " he says with a matter of fact tone.

Damien lunges at him , ready to dehead him, but Aima kicks him into a building with heavy force . Damien let's out a pained groaned as rubble crumble upon him like a tidal wave . " They would never eat humans," Damien says as he struggled onto his feet .

Arima simply adjusts his glasses . " They won't but that ghoul inside them would of." Damien lunges after him again, but Arima blocks him with his hand. " People like them are made into monsters." Arima starts as he blocks another one of Damien's jabs . " People like them would pray to God every night and cry their lungs out asking the world why they are the way they are," he continues as he continues dodging Damien's attempts to kill him.

Damien gets angrier the more he speaks and the more he dodges and attempts to pierce Arima in his eye like he did with them but arima simply holds his blade in a tight grip and kicks the other out of his hold sending it flying elsewhere. " There is no hope for people like them but death," Arima says as he stares into Damiens' eyes . Damien curses him out, but Arima ignores him.

" Tell me , you claim to love them so dearly, yet you hurt them more than I ever could that night." Arima finshes before he throws Damien against a wall . This time , Damien couldn't get up , he's too tired, too sore, too beaten - all he could do was cry pathetically.

" I didn't - I never hurt them i-" he stammered. Arima stares at him , " You did , you kill all of those people - curse them for cruelty they never deserved - tell me - you loved them so dearly - you know they hate seeing death so why taint their soul with the death of so many , " Arima finishes before he disappears into the abyss leaving Damiens broken body to weep alone .

" I didn't- I did it for them , I did it for them , all for them - I- love them - i still do - I- y/n my beloved you know I mean good - your big brother was just protecting you , I still am - my precious sibling I'll fix everything -" Damien says between broken sobs . In that very moment , his bruised hand picks up his discarded knife and pierces his own eye with it .

" Don't worry sibling - they don't understand my intentions - they don't get what I've done for you " He stammered as his blood bleeds down his figure . Damien lays there broken , swearing to avenge them over and over like a broken record .

At that moment, Batman landed on the nearby building before his gaze lands on Damien's broken father. Batman immediately grapples to his son - immediately phoning Alfred for an ambulance. " Damien, what have you done " Batman questions as he picks up his son's broken figure.

" Justice, father," Damien replies with a smile . Ambulance wails in the distance as they approach closer. " No , Damien, you became something they would never want , a monster," Batman says as he grapples them away .

Pt. 4 or do yall want more on their relationship???

[sansaorgana]

— BLESSED (III)

PART ONE || PART TWO

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!half-Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — You have no choice but to follow Sauron and your daughter to Mordor because you do not want to abandon her. As time passes, you find yourself being lured by your husband's charm once more as the memories of his cruelty in Eregion begin to fade away.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — And here we are go with the last part! I know I probably write Sauron's relationship with his daughter in a very idealistic way – that in canon he would be most likely way worse. But writing it like that would bring me no joy. 🤷🏻‍♀️ It's a fic for dad!Sauron and I want him to be at least a bit decent while we're at it! 😤

WARNINGS — Reader's father is dead (he was human, so she outlived him), manipulating, gaslighting, toxic and abusive marriage between the Reader and Sauron, Sauron being a very mid dad who manipulates his daughter and teaches her how to be evil like him, child in danger (nothing happens in the end), murder (of the Orcs), Celebrimbor has gone mad-mad, immaculate conception (yes, again!)

WORD COUNT — 4,450

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

BLESSED (III)

Celebrimbor was out of his mind again. Your heart ached for him as you were sitting next to him and caressing his hair softly as if he was a child. He had spent centuries taking care of you and now it was your turn to return the favour. You kept sobbing, feeling angry at yourself that you could not protect him.

Sauron was gone. After finding out where The Rings were, he had left in a hurry, leaving you with a few Orcs that had come to the forge in the meantime. They wanted to plead their allegiance to your husband and the very first task they had been given was to watch over you, your daughter and your uncle. To make sure none of you would escape.

Almárea was not scared of them, which surprised you. In fact, she approached them and kept asking them a million questions as the Orcs were growing a little frustrated with her curiosity. They were, however, answering all her questions patiently. You cracked a smile at that. She was still a child – curious and so full of life.

So full of light, too. You could not let the darkness win within her.

“I shall not allow him to hurt you, uncle. I shall not, I promise,” you kissed Celebrimbor’s forehead and your uncle looked up at you with hazy eyes and a loving smile. “You have endured and suffered so much because of him already. But no more, no more, uncle… Now you must rest.”

“Your daughter…” He mumbled out and you looked down at his face with a sad smile. “Is she not the most precious? She is the exact copy of you, sweet (Y/N). You were a girl like her once, running around this very forge.”

“I remember, uncle,” you sobbed. “I remember it vividly. My father and you working together, my mother still happy and full of life, before she began a lifetime of mourning. I remember…”

You pulled him closer and tried to come up with an idea how to save him. Even if Sauron would not kill him – he had made this promise to Almárea when she had revealed to him Lady Galadriel had been the one to have The Rings now and you wanted to believe he would keep that promise – you still had a feeling your husband would use Celebrimbor somehow or hurt him. 

“Almárea?” You called out for her and she turned around to lay her eyes upon you. You beckoned her over and she nodded at the Orcs before running up to you. “Almárea, do you want uncle Celebrimbor to be safe?”

“Of course, mummy,” your daughter’s eyes widened.

“Can you distract them as I walk him out of here? I will be right back,” you whispered as you pointed at the Orcs with your chin.

“I do not know, mummy… Last time I listened to you, daddy was very angry…” She looked down, nervously.

“Almárea, please. Do you love uncle Celebrimbor?” You asked.

“Yes, of course,” she nodded.

“Then, please…”

“But will you come back to me? Truly?” She lifted up her eyes and looked into yours with a hint of anxiety.

“My darling, always. I shall never abandon you,” you promised, truthfully. Your heart ached at the thought she was not as sure of it as you were.

Eventually, she nodded as she turned around towards the Orcs once more. She ran up to them joyfully and kept asking them questions. When you moved up, dragging Celebrimbor with you, they did not even flinch, which meant that your daughter’s deception was working.

You felt bad for leaving her with them even for a short moment but at this moment it was your uncle who was the most vulnerable and who needed you more. You owed him that, at least.

You walked him out of the forge and hurried to the secret tunnel below the city. The Orcs who had taken over Eregion were feasting now in havoc in the courtyard, which distracted them enough to make it possible for you to lead your uncle safely to the passage.

You walked inside with him and he was following you like a trusting child. In the middle of the passage, you bumped into Herald Elrond. Your heart was in joy to see him and to know that he was safe. He had been some sort of a cousin to you – his father had also been a friend of Celebrimbor and he also was a half-Elf. You had many things in common and you had been close friends in your youth.

“(Y/N), thank the Valar,” he sighed. “Where is your daughter? I was sent here by the High King to make an attempt to rescue you and–” He began.

“I must go back,” you shook your head with your eyes full of tears. “Take uncle Celebrimbor to safety. Heal his mind. Forget about me,” you pleaded and he furrowed his brows.

“What are you talking about?” He asked. “Where is Almárea?”

“Please, Elrond. You must not know,” you insisted before kissing your uncle’s forehead once more and caressing his cheeks to tell him goodbye.

“(Y/N)!” Elrond called out for you when you turned around to go back to Eregion and to your daughter.

“If you love me and respect me,” you began. “If you love Celebrimbor… Just take him away from here. That is all I ask for,” you insisted and hurried back to Eregion. “Do not follow me!” You exclaimed after hearing him trying to rush after you.

He eventually listened to you because he had a huge love for Celebrimbor and he could see the state of him was not the best. You heard the sound of their steps subduing as you went back to Eregion. 

You went back to the forge, feeling a bit more peaceful on the inside, knowing that you managed to save your uncle from Sauron. You nodded at Almárea and she nodded back at you, visibly relieved to see you coming back to her.

Her father came back not long after, too. He was wearing a breastplate and holding Morgoth’s crown in his hand, which was dripping blood – you could feel from afar its purity and light. It was Elven.

“Have you killed her?” You whispered with widened eyes.

“Sadly, no,” Sauron answered with a smirk. “But I got The Nine,” he added and you looked away, feeling defeated. “Speaking of, where is Celebrimbor?”

“Far away,” you mumbled out, expecting him to lash out.

Surprisingly, he did not. He shrugged his arms.

“Whatever. He is no use to me anymore. Almárea, we are leaving,” he extended his free hand and nodded at her.

“You cannot take her away from me!” You turned your head around again to watch what she would do. She hesitated but then she ran up to him and squeezed his hand, which felt like a punch straight into your heart.

“Where are we going, daddy?” She asked.

“To our new home,” Sauron answered and turned around, dragging her behind him but she remained still. “What is it?” He asked with an irritated sigh.

“We are taking mummy with us, right?” She asked.

Long silence occurred. Sauron laid his cold and empty eyes upon you, sitting on the floor with your back pressed to the wall and crying silent tears.

“It is her choice,” he answered, softly, “but I doubt she wants to go with us.”

“On the contrary. I have no choice,” you gritted your teeth, clumsily standing up. “I must go where she goes. Even if it is a path I hate to follow.”

“Do you truly realise who I am?” Your husband titled his head at your words. “All the stories they have told you about me when you were a child – I am worse than any of them.”

“I am fully aware,” you approached him and held Almárea’s free hand. “And that is why I must go to make sure you do not turn her into a monster like you.”

It took you a few days of travel with the filthy army of Orcs to get to Mordor. You and Sauron did not exchange a single word during this trip. Almárea was riding with you on your horse for half of the day and then she would go to ride with her father. You made no stops on your way, so after arriving in Mordor, you and your daughter were exhausted.

The land was dark and barren, full of fire and ashes. It looked like hell but you decided not to complain because you realised you were on thin ice already – Sauron did not treat you like his consort in any way. Apparently, you would be nothing but a mother to his child from now on. Any sign of disobedience could be punished with exile and that was the last thing you wanted. You needed to be close to your daughter.

He ordered the Orcs to build him a grand fortress but until then, you resided in a big mansion that had once belonged to a rich human family of The Southlands. You had an awful view of Mount Doom from there and the rooms were all beautifully decorated but also dusty and worn out.

Once again – you did not complain. You did not dare.

You followed Sauron to the chambers he had decided would be yours and Almárea’s. He was carrying her in his arms as she was half-asleep already. You watched him put her to bed and caress her head as you sat down on the chair next to the bed. You held her little hand and squeezed it lovingly, watching her drift off to the land of dreams. Those past few days had been difficult and exhausting for her.

Sauron straightened his back and looked down at you with a bit of contempt but also affection – mixed together, they made you feel deeply uncomfortable.

“Do you remember?” He asked, speaking his very first sentence to you in days.

You furrowed your brows and looked up at him, questioningly. Your husband extended his hand and touched your cheek with it.

At that moment, your vision got blurry and you felt yourself go back in time a few years to one, specific memory. One of the most beautiful days you had ever lived.

You were sitting by the river, in a field full of flowers. Almárea was about a year old and clumsily taking her first steps. You watched Annatar helping her and chuckling at her harmless but funny falls as she kept giggling and blabbering, excitedly. The sun was slowly setting and you felt at peace. You truly believed your whole life would be just like that.

When Sauron took his hand away from your face, you found yourself back in Mordor, stripped of any faith and any dignity.

“Why did you show me that?” You asked him, angrily, as your eyes filled with fresh tears.

“It was the only moment when I felt that I should, perhaps, abandon my old life and remain in Eregion as Annatar by your side forever,” he confessed.

“Perhaps you should have,” was all you answered, in a whisper nearly inaudible as you watched him walk away with tears streaming down your cheeks.

You had cried out so many of them recently that you were starting to feel hollow and empty.

Weeks passed, maybe months. You had lost track of time since all your days were the same. You were given quite a lot of freedom because Sauron was sure you would never leave his side as long as Almárea was there. You were allowed to walk around the mansion and even take walks although you did not crave them at all since Mordor was not the perfect place to spend time outside.

You were barely exchanging any words with your husband and you seemed to avoid each other. However, he was making sure you were not short on anything. Once in a while there was a package waiting for you on your bed. Inside it you would find gifts – books to read or new dresses. And yesterday you had found an embroidery set, which filled your heart with joy.

You missed embroidery and you even considered it quite thoughtful that he had remembered about it. So, you were sitting by the window and focusing on your craft, trying to recreate Mount Doom, which your daughter loved for some reason. You wanted to make her happy.

You were focused on your work when the doors opened loudly, making you misplace the needle and hurt yourself as you hissed and looked up at your husband.

“Where is Almárea?” He asked, looking around the room.

“Is she not with you? Are you not teaching her your craft of treachery and deception like every day?” You asked with a sigh, defeated.

Sauron rolled his eyes but decided not to comment on your remark.

“I told her to go back to her mother about two hours ago,” he informed you and your heart skipped a beat at that revelation.

“Why didn’t you walk her here yourself?” You asked.

“I had an important matter to attend to and it is not like she is a toddler, is it?” Sauron clenched his jaw but you spotted a glimpse of panic in his eyes. “Where is she?”

“How can I know?! I thought she was with you!” You stood up instantly and put your embroidery set down before rushing out of your chambers. “Almárea!” You called out. “Almárea!”

“Have you seen Lady Almárea?” Sauron asked one of the Orcs walking down the hall.

“N-no, my Lord Sauron,” the Orc shook his head and you watched your husband sit his throat just like that. Usually, you found this behaviour of his dreadful. But now you were too scared and worried for your daughter to care

You kept searching for her all over the mansion, calling out her name, leaving a pile of dead Orcs behind because none of them could answer Sauron about Almárea’s location.

“I think she must have gone outside,” you said after bumping into your husband in the corridor. You watched his eyes widen even further in terror and concern. You snorted at that. “What are you? Scared of losing your precious tool?” You asked him with contempt.

That only angered him further as he grabbed your arm and squeezed it so tightly that you were sure there was a bruise forming already.

“Do not ever say that again,” he drawled out through gritted teeth right into your face. “Do not speak of matters you have no idea of.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Despite everything between you two – it seemed like you shared a thread together and that was love for your daughter. And because you were a worried mother, you regretted inflicting any pain upon a worried father.

“Forgive me,” you whispered and he let go of your arm.

“Do you have any idea where she could go?” Sauron asked you and you shook your head before freezing as you realised.

“Mount Doom,” you whispered. “For some reason, she adores it,” you explained.

“We must not waste any moment then,” Sauron grabbed your wrist and dragged you behind him as you two ran out of the mansion.

The forsaken volcano was not very far away from your home but it still took you quite a while to get there. The air was poisonous around it, making you choke and tear up. You were no mortal, therefore you were in no danger, but it was still an inconvenience. 

“If anything happened to her, I shall be the one to kill you, whatever it takes!” You threatened your husband and he did not even say anything to this. He let go of your wrist and proceeded to climb up.

You followed him but in many places the ground was slippery and you needed his support. His hand would grab you each time you stumbled and pull you up.

Breathing heavily, both covered in dirt from the ashes, you stood there, petrified, seeing Almárea sitting by the edge of the volcano and staring at it spitting out fire. She seemed to be content with her position. You looked up at Sauron with terror in your eyes and he left you behind to approach your daughter with extended hands.

“Almárea, what are you doing here? Have you not been told to never go outside without me or your mother?” Sauron asked, carefully.

“Ugh, daddy, I know, I am sorry. I was just so curious about this mountain and guess what? It is even better than I have imagined,” she confessed with a smile. “Do you know what it reminds me of?”

“What, Almárea?” He asked, taking a few more small steps closer to her.

“A forge,” she answered. “I miss uncle Celebrimbor’s one and this place makes me feel as if I was back there. Oh, daddy, can you imagine all the beautiful things we could craft here?” She asked with a smile.

Sauron froze for a moment as you watched the scene with a raised eyebrow. He looked around as if he had just realised something brilliant.

“Yes, I can, my darling. And we will,” he assured her. “But please, come to me and mummy now, will you?” He extended his hand even further and she nodded, eagerly.

You both gasped watching her stand up because one little wrong move could cause her to fall down the volcano. She, however, seemed to be oblivious. She skipped along towards her father and Sauron picked her up in an instant, squeezing her tight and caressing the back of her head.

Your heart swelled inside your chest at the realisation that he truly cared for her and truly loved her  – even if it was not enough to save her from making her play a part in his schemes.

“Can we go back home, please?” You pleaded and it was the very first time you called that awful place your home.

Sauron nodded at you and you began your walk down the mountain. You were still shaking slightly and holding onto his sleeve to make sure you would not fall. Just like in the old days, he was bringing you comfort and safety – he was making you feel protected even if it was only being protected from a fall.

When you reached your mansion, Sauron took Almárea to the chambers she shared with you. Her skin and robes were dirty with mud and ashes, therefore you prepared her a bath and helped her to undress and get inside the bathtub.

“Call for me if you need anything,” you told her as you placed a new dress on the chair for her to dress herself into after the bath. “Be careful, my darling,” you smiled at her and left her alone in the bathroom, although you left the door ajar just in case.

Sauron was still inside your chambers and staring out of the window at Mount Doom. You sighed at the sight of his back turned on you and you decided to approach him softly.

Your hands acted before you allowed them to and they placed themselves on his arm softly. Your body ached for him and his presence; it was too used to his touch.

He flinched a little and turned his head around to look down at you with a puzzled expression.

“I miss you,” you confessed. “I miss being close to you,” you added.

“You miss Annatar, not me,” he shrugged his arms and looked out of the window again.

“Was Annatar not you? From the very beginning, my husband was Sauron. I only chose to be blind to see it,” you whispered and he looked back at you again, surprised to hear your words.

“Do I not repulse you?” He snorted.

“It does not change the fact I love you still,” you sighed and pressed your cheek to his arm. You both remained dirty from the ashes but you did not mind that all because today’s shared experience of fear and concern for your daughter had brought you two close together once more.

“Your love differs from mine,” he pointed out, a little harshly.

“It has not escaped me,” you let out a chuckle and nuzzled your face deeper into his sleeve. “But it is alright that we love differently. I do not want to be your Queen, I do not want you to share your power with me. All I want is to–”

“Have a family with me,” Sauron finished the sentence softly and you looked up at him, gently. It was the very first time in a long time when your eyes filled with affection for him again. “I was never keen on the idea of having offspring,” he admitted. “But then you made me realise what a blessing children might be,” he cracked a smile and raised his hand to caress your cheek. “I was terrified of my potential child stealing my powers and overthrowing me but Almárea… Her powers and her mind terrify me in the most exquisite way. Do you know why she is so perfect?” He asked and you shook your head. “Because she is half you. She is half light and half darkness. The perfect balance and what else could possibly heal Middle-earth?”

You hated yourself but you found yourself falling for his beautiful words once again. You could never be sure after everything that had happened if his sweet nothings, promises and love declarations were ever genuine. Perhaps, you would forever wonder about it. But despite all of that, the dreadful memories of Eregion’s downfall and his behaviour then were becoming blurry with time and you were ready to move on; to start another chapter with him.

And, as usual, you had an excuse for your husband, too. He had been nervous then. Of course he had been the worst version of himself. But it did not mean he would always be like this. Right now he was not.

“Come here, my love,” Sauron pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, how I have missed you, too, my darling. And even though it brought me great pain, I knew I had to wait for you to come to me out of your own free will.”

“Here I stand,” you whispered and a single tear streamed down your cheek.

“Almárea asked me about us,” Sauron put his hands on your arms and moved away slightly to be able to look at your face. “She wonders if we still love each other. I told her it was complicated.”

“I told her the very same thing,” you smiled sadly.

“But it is not, is it?” He raised an eyebrow and you shook your head, laughing nervously through your tears.

“No,” you admitted. “It is not.”

“It is true that I had my reasons to choose you out of all Elven maidens. And it is true that I was scared of having a son with you because I thought that the chances of a son overthrowing me would be higher,” he admitted and you furrowed your brows. “But you have become the most dear to me, the most precious,” he confessed and turned you around, making you look at Mount Doom as his hands lowered themselves to your abdomen.

You knew what he was about to do. You flinched at first, torn on the inside if it was truly what you wanted. Last time you had been deceived but now you would willingly allow it, despite knowing the true nature of the man who was your husband.

You looked down at his hands resting on your womb. He was still wearing a golden ring on his finger that you had put there on the day of your wedding. And you were still wearing yours because you still loved him despite hating yourself for it. You still wanted to be around him as if he was something addictive that you could not live without. And your womb was still open for more of his offspring.

You relaxed and when he sensed your consent, you could feel the warmth radiating off of his hands and filling you up, forming a new life inside of you.

You put your hands on top of his and squeezed them for courage.

“A son,” he whispered into your ear with lots of satisfaction and excitement.

“Another tool for you to use,” you pointed out.

“Another child for you to love and spoil,” Sauron brushed your hair strand and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Another thread of love binding us together.”

“Mummy? Daddy?” Almárea’s voice made you both turn around. She walked out of the bathroom in her new dress and kept looking at you two with a big grin. “Does it mean you are in love again?” She asked, full of hope.

“Oh, my darling, we have never stopped being in love,” you assured her and opened your arms to allow her to give you a hug. You did not want her to know all the details about the nature of your relationship with her father. She had already seen and witnessed way too much.

She wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tight, which only made her smile grow even wider as she looked up.

“I am going to have a sibling!” She exclaimed, happily, after sensing the new life inside of you.

“You are going to have many,” Sauron spoke as he reached his hand out to caress her hair. “And each of you will get their own kingdom to rule over in my name and their own Ring,” he shared his new plan as a shiver went down your spine. “And all Middle-earth will be healed at once for your mother’s light and my darkness combine like two precious metals; balancing and amplifying everything I could ever be on my own.”

“But… But you will still rule over us all, right, daddy?” Almárea asked hopefully, as if she was already scared of the responsibility that one day would be put upon her shoulders.

“Oh, of course, little one,” Sauron smiled lovingly at her. “I shall always bear the biggest burden of power for that is a father’s one to carry.”

He loved her – of that you were sure now. But no amount of his love could protect her from his schemes and his manipulations. Therefore, he had to love you as well and no amount of cruelty he had put you through contradicted it.

That was the way Sauron loved. It was a cursed devotion but also a blessed one.

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[carlottawllms]

Say Nothing Is Over

Mason Mount x Reader Angst / Fluff

There’s not much to say about this other than buckle up and trust the process. It’s worth it! 🤞🏼

Enjoy 🩷 As always, feedback is very much appreciated.

When Jaz and Sam had chosen you as Summer's godmother, no one had expected that there would come a time when you were no longer part of the family.

You’d been there for what felt like forever. First as Mason’s best friend and then later as his girlfriend. It had never been you or Mason, but you and Mason. Like two peas in a pod or attached at the hip, you’d always appeared as a pair.

In the beginning Mason had always had his arm around your shoulders and then later, once you’d eventually figured out you were actually in love with each other, he’d switched to holding your hand at all times.

It had been your perfect little world. The best person in the entire universe had been by your side, ready to fight anything and anyone just to make sure you were okay. Mason had been your everything, your greatest love and the one person you’d wanted to have in your life forever.

But then things had somehow gone downhill. Constant arguments about the stupidest things, nagging, stress and a lack of togetherness had been daily companions, causing both of your patience levels to constantly run at an all-time low.

You couldn’t even tell when it had started or why exactly, but at some point, you’d developed the feeling that Mason was no longer interested in you at all and that his thoughts were constantly set on football. But when you’d tried to tell him, he’d jumped straight into defence mode, claiming you weren’t supportive anymore and only cared about yourself.

Instead of talking to one another properly, the arguments had become louder, the words more hurtful by the day and at some point, you’d even been sleeping in separate rooms.

And that had been the point of no return for you. One morning, when you’d woken up in that bloody guest room again, you’d decided that things couldn’t go on like this. You’d reached a fork in the road: either break up or give it another chance and because neither of you had been ready to let the other go, you’d decided to take a break.

You’d moved out, so both of you would have some space and could think everything through, but the problem was that the break had been going on for almost six months now and while you had had reached out to him, Mason had simply ignored you.

It wasn’t exactly looking promising, but despite that, the thought of your relationship not being fixable had never crossed your mind.

At least not until today.

It was Summer’s birthday and although you and Mason were on weird terms right now, there was no way you’d disappoint your favourite mini human by missing her birthday. 

“y/n, hi.” Jaz pulled you into a hug right after she’d opened the door. “Oh, it’s so lovely to see you. We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. How is the tiny devil treating you?”

The first weeks after Mila was born had been difficult for the small family. She’d been a bit of a cry-baby, basically screaming through the night unless she was placed in the same bed as her parents and Jaz and Sam had had a difficult time juggling the needs of both of their girls.

“Way better, thank the heavens and the earth.”, Jaz laughed. “I think she’s finally accepted that she’s not in her mummy’s tummy anymore and has to face the real world now.”

“Yeah, yeah, the world is a scary place.”, you chuckled.

“C’mon in, the birthday girl is already impatiently waiting for her favourite auntie.”

Truth be told, you were a little nervous as you followed Jaz inside. Today would be the first time since taking a break that you’d see Mason. At least you expected him to make an appearance as so far, he’d never missed his god-daughter’s birthday, and whilst you’d spent the last days preparing yourself for every possible outcome of today, the thought of seeing him made you feel a little sick.

You didn’t know what to expect after he’d practically ghosted you and you were terrified, that he’d found closure and didn’t even think about your paused relationship anymore, whilst all you wanted was to talk to him and win him back. You couldn’t imagine a life without him, and you desperately hoped he felt the same.

The second you stepped foot into the hallway though, all your worries fell from the back of your mind as Summer already shot around the corner.

“Auntie y/n!”, she screeched, the wide smile on her face making the dimples in her cheeks pop. You knew you were biased, but in your opinion, Summer was the cutest little munchkin ever. “You made it!”

You didn’t hesitate to squad down to her height and when she eventually reached you on her small legs, she fell straight into your arms.

“Of course, I did, Sums.”, you hummed, hugging her close to your body. “Happy birthday, princess.” Pulling away slightly, you smooched both her cheeks before reaching behind to hand her the presents you’d got her.

The little girl jumped up and down excitedly at the sight of the small pile of wrapped things, eyes growing even bigger when she noticed the Peppa Pig wrapping paper.

“Thank you, auntie y/n.”

“Take them over to the others please, Summer. We’ll open them later.”

The small pout on her lips didn’t go unnoticed by you or her mother, but Jaz was strict when it came to certain structures and when she didn’t budge, Summer trotted into the living room and put your presents into the living room to the others she’d already received. Ready to be opened later.

Just like every other family, the Mount’s had their traditions and one of them was the way birthdays were celebrated: First was spending time with the guests, then came cutting the birthday cake and only after everyone had a slice of cake and was sat together, the birthday girl or boy got to unwrap the presents.

It had been Debbie’s and Tony’s way of teaching their kids to be grateful for the time they got to spend with their family and friends rather than focussing only on the presents and Jaz and Sam had been happy to take over that tradition.

“I’ll have to check in on Mila for a second. You’ll be fine?”

“Yeah, sure I’ll just see if I can find your mum.”, you smiled, a little unsure if you wanted to enter the scene all by yourself. What if he was the first you came face to face with? What if-

“He’s not here yet.”, Jaz said softly.

“Thank you.”, you breathed. “It’s silly, I know, it’s just…I haven’t seen him since erm…never mind. You go make sure Mila is alright and I’ll look for Debbie.”

Jaz looked like she was going to say something else, but eventually decided against it and nodded. “Talk to you in a bit.”

Now that the paralysing weight of facing Mason straight away was taken off your shoulders, you quickly made your way inside, greeting Summer’s old and young party guests until you found Debbie in the kitchen.

“Even at your granddaughter's birthday party, you can't help it, can you?”, you laughed as you caught her slicing some apples on the counter.

“You know me too well, don’t you?” Debbie was quick in pulling you in for a hug before settling her hands on your shoulders, holding you an armlength away. The bright smile on her face told you all about how happy she was to have you here and you hoped that your expression mirrored hers. “It’s so good to have you here, y/n. How have you been?”

“Good. I’ve been good.”, you nodded, hoping you’d been somewhat convincing, but when she raised her eyebrows at you, and you noticed the attempt had failed, you sighed. “I’ve been better, to be honest, but I’ll be fine. You know what they say, bad weeds grow tall.”  

“Oh, y/n.”, she smiled sympathetically. “We don’t understand what’s going on either. Jaz tried to talk to him, and I think Lewis gave him a bit of a talking to and we thought it had worked, but then from one day to the next, he’d shut down completely.”

You knew they all only meant well, but Mason was still their son and brother, and it didn't feel right for them to take sides with you like that.

“I appreciate it a lot, but please don’t get too involved, Debs. This is between me and Mason and no matter what happens, I’ll be alright. Okay?”

“Of course, it’s just…if you need to talk, we’re here for you.” Debbie pulled you in for another hug and when you felt her kissing the top of your head and your eyes welled up, you had to bite the insides of your cheeks to keep it together.

A little while later, you and Debbie joined Tony outside. He was busy preparing the barbecue for later, but when he noticed you by his wife’s side, he quickly let go of the tool and pulled you in for a hug.

“Long time no see.”, he smiled, patting you on the shoulder. “You’re alright?”

The three of you had a little chat, simply catching up with each other and you were grateful that neither of them mentioned your unclear relationship status again. In fact, Tony’s easy-going nature and his jokes had made you forget about your worries altogether and you almost felt as if you could actually enjoy the party, but then Jaz hurried into the garden.

There was this apologetic look in her eyes when they met yours, leaving you a little confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…I just…it’s…y/n, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry.”  

You were about to ask what had happened, but before you could, Mason walked through the door. With his hand clasped around someone else’s.

Your heart dropped to your stomach at the sight of him with another woman; a sick feeling taking over almost immediately and the longer you looked at them, the more you felt like you were about to throw up any second now.

She was beautiful. Tall and leggy, with shiny hair and a pretty smile and she was dressed as if she came straight out of Vogue magazine. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was everything you weren’t.

The burning feeling in your chest increased the longer you stood there, paralysed and rooted to the spot and as much as you hated yourself for it, you could already feel the tears burning behind your eyes, scarily close to spilling over.

You hadn’t known you were actually over.

“Mase erm…that’s a surprise.”, Debbie said and even in your state you could tell that she was trying her best to be nice about it, but the disappointment in her youngest son was more than obvious. “We didn’t know you’d bring someone.”

“Yeah, well, it was a spontaneous decision.”, Mason explained flatly, his gaze just about skimming yours as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “This is Maya.”

Someone wrapped their arm around your shoulder, and you suspected it was Tony, but you couldn’t muster up the strength to look at him as all sounds around you blurred into a dull hum, whilst your own heartbeat was threatening to burst your eardrums.

“Sorry, I erm…can’t…I have to…I can’t do this.”

Regardless of what it looked like, you pulled away from Tony's grip and hurried towards the patio door. The tears you’d managed to hold back when he’d arrived were streaming down your cheeks now and you angrily wiped them away as you passed Mason and his model.

You felt humiliated and betrayed. For months, you’d hoped that he missed you too and that you could somehow make things work again, but very obviously you’d been fooling yourself.

Once in the safety of Jaz's guest room, you were finally able to let go of everything. The second you curled up in bed, the sobs you had been able to hold back downstairs started to wreck your body. With your hands flat over your mouth, you tried to make as little sounds as possible, but the thought of Mason being downstairs with her made it difficult to keep it together.

It hurt. It hurt so much you didn’t think anything before had ever been this painful. It was a slap across the face, and you weren’t sure you could ever recover from that.

The image of his hand around hers was burned into your brain and you didn't think you could ever forget it.

Him holding your hand had been one of your favourite things in your relationship. The way yours was so much smaller and entirely engulfed by his had always given you a feeling of safety and because Mason had known that there had barely been a situation in which he hadn’t reached for your hand to hold it.

You missed it. You missed him. And you weren’t sure how to survive now that it was obviously over.

-

The moment you left, it became dead quiet in the garden. Everyone seemed to try and get their head around what had just happened. Jaz had to pull herself together not to smack her little brother, Lewis tried his best not to explode in front of everyone and Debbie and Tony simply looked at each other, flabbergasted and unable to say something.

You were a like a family member to the Mounts; a little sister to Lewis and Jaz, so it didn’t come as a surprise that they were just as protective of you as they were of their biological siblings.

"Wow, fucking fantastic, Mason," Jaz hissed. "I'll go check on her."

Mason's gaze switched back and forth between his parents and his brother as he wondered what had just happened. He felt like he was in some sort of film and people had forgotten to hand him the script, so no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make sense of the situation.

“You and me, kitchen. Now.”, Lewis growled as he grabbed Mason’s arm and pulled him inside rather harshly. The latter stumbled a little, having trouble keeping up with Lewis, but it wasn’t long until the two of them reached the kitchen and the door fell closed behind them with a rather loud bang.

“What’s going on?” With his innocent question Mason unintentionally made his brother even more furious and he only realised it when Lewis’ hard eyes met his own.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh?”, he asked. “What made you think that showing up with some woman is a good idea when you knew exactly that y/n would be here? Is there even anything going on in that brain of yours?”

“Why would I not bring someone? You’re making it sound as if I’ve murdered someone or something.”

“Did you hit your head or something?” Lewis shoved his little brother against the counter, trying to knock some sense into him. He’d never thought Mason, the one who talked the world of you, would be capable of doing this, of hurting you like this.

“I don’t get why this is such a big deal now, Lew. It’s not like she-“

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Mason? You've seen how y/n is doing and you're here now acting like this isn't a problem. Apart from the fact that your goddaughter's birthday is anything but the right time to introduce your latest addition to us, don't you think you should at least have had the decency to speak to y/n and be honest with her?”

The more Lewis spoke, the angrier Mason became. Yeah maybe it hadn’t been the most thought-through decision and it certainly hadn’t been tactful either, but after what he’d been told two weeks ago, he’d been petty enough to go through with it all.

“Being honest with her? Look, I know you all love her and consider her family, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t do wrong, you know?”, Mason hissed.

“This is not about her, Mason. This is about the fact that that you brought a woman before ending things with her. I don’t know what happened between you two because she didn’t want to go behind your back and you refused to talk to us, but you were on a break, Mason, a fucking break.”

Lewis ran his hand through his hair in desperation as he didn’t recognise his own brother anymore. “This is not who you are. What’s going on, Mase?”

“I just think it’s unfair that what she did is okay, but I am portrayed as the worst person in the world because I bring Maya.”

Mason watched how Lewis’ furious expression changed into a confused frown. “What she did? Mason what the hell happened? A few days ago she told me that she hopes you’ll figure it out together and-“

“Oh, she did, yeah? Then why would she go on a date with someone, huh?” Mason hated how only the thought of it made his tummy churn uncomfortably. “Two weeks ago, Woody saw her in one of those fancy restaurants in Manchester. Black dress, hair put up nicely in a bun and opposite of her a man. Dark blonde hair and apparently looking like he came straight out of GQ or something.”

“And you really think she’d do that when you’re not officially over?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think, Lew. Woody saw her. It’s facts.”

“No, it’s not Mason.”, Lewis exclaimed, baffled that his brother thought you could do something like that after all these years he’d spent with you. “She’s upstairs crying her little heart out because you brought someone else? Why the fuck would she do that if she didn’t care about you anymore? If she didn’t love you anymore?”

“Then why would she-“

“The guy she went out with? It was James, for God’s sake.”, he interrupted Mason. “You remember? The guy who requested an interview with you not too long ago? The guy who wants to write about ‘Together for short lives’? He was only in Manchester for the day and because I was with you, shooting that Nike campaign, I asked y/n to go and coordinate everything with him. She knows the business and only wants the best for you, so obviously she went. That’s all. It wasn’t a date or whatever Woody told you. It was a business meeting.”

Mason could literally feel his heart dropping into his stomach. A business dinner? For him? He felt cold all over, his heart thundering in his chest and he had to grab the edge of the kitchen counter to keep himself from falling over.

What had he done?

“Fuck.”, he whispered as an ice-cold shiver rolled down his spine. “I didn’t know, I…Lew I…fuck.”

Desperately, he ran his hands through his hair and over his face. He felt sick, really really sick, and as he looked into his brother's disappointed face, Mason eventually truly realised what had happened. What he’d done.

He’d broken your heart. In the most cruel way anyone ever could.

“I need to talk to her. I-“

“That won’t happen now.” Lewis was quick in reaching out and holding his little brother back from exiting the kitchen. “You need to talk to her, yes, but not today. The damage is done and trust me, she’s too hurt right now to have this conversation.”

-

You had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity when you eventually came back into the living room. Summer’s family was talking and having fun like before and it gave you hope that no one had noticed the little slip up.

After Jaz had held you and calmed you down as best as she could, you felt a little better now. Obviously, you were still incredibly hurt and despite Jaz’ attempts to reassure you that everything would be okay, you were unsure if it would ever be okay again.

Until today, the hope that you and Mason would get out of this whole and back together had been there and kept you going, but now that bubble had been popped and you felt devastated.

You let your eyes wander around the room for a moment, your heart beating fast in fear of seeing her again – you didn’t even remember her name – but she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Neither was Mason though and it made you wonder if they’d left, but before you could decide whether or not to be happy about it, he emerged with Lewis from the kitchen.

He looked rattled, maybe even devastated and you couldn’t help but wonder what they’d spoken about.

You were a little rooted to the spot ever since he’d reappeared, unsure of where to go and suddenly his eyes were on yours. Those eyes you’d fallen in love with all those years ago; that usually held so much warmth and comfort, but right now all they did was making your heart sink, so you dropped your gaze to the floor.

“Oh y/n.”, Debbie sighed as she pulled you into her side. “She left. She realised quite quickly that she had done some damage and after Tony and I spoke to her, she left. If you’d rather go back to the hotel though, it’s fine. I’ll explain to Summer that you weren’t feeling well and had to leave. She’ll understand.”

“That’s sweet, thank you, Debs.”, you smiled sincerely, leaning your head against her shoulder. “And it really hurt me, but it's Summer's birthday and I didn't come here from Manchester to hole up in a hotel because of hurt feelings. The little munchkin deserves a great birthday, and I won’t ruin that for her.”

The rest of the day then passed without further incident. Mason didn't try to talk to you, but every now and then you could feel his eyes on you, and it made you wonder what he thought.

Was he sorry? Or did he care so little about you that he didn’t mind his own actions at all? Was he just annoyed that his new girlfriend had left?

Somehow you managed to pull yourself together for the rest of the day. You weren't really having fun anymore, for Summer you were more than willing to force a smile on your face though.

But once you were in the safety of your hotel room a couple of hours later, the brave face you’d put on crumbled. It was as if the moment you were all on your own, everything hit you with full force and caused the waterworks to start straight away.

Sobs wrecked your already worn-out body and whilst you tried to at least remove your make-up and change into more comfortable clothes, it wasn’t long until you collapsed onto the bed as your legs gave way.

Everything hurt. Your head, your tummy, but mostly your heart.

Mason had been your everything. He still was and knowing that you weren’t the same to him broke your heart in the worst way possible. He’d stabbed you and twisted the knife, making sure the pain would stay for a very long time.

You loved him like you’d never loved anyone before and although you were still young and had a long life ahead of you, you knew you’d never love anyone as much as him. He’d been your forever, the one and only you wanted to spend your whole life with.

He was the love of your life. And now he was gone, and you had no idea how to keep going.

Those last month’s you’d survived on the hope that he missed you too and would come back to make up and get back together. It had kept you from losing it, but now that you’d lost even that tiny straw of hope, you had no idea of what to hold onto.

Having lost all sense of time, you had no idea for how long you’d been lying in bed, crying your silly little heart out, but at some point there were no tears to cry left and that’s when it got worse. It left you lying in bed, staring at the wall wondering if you’d ever feel okay again.

Throughout your whole life Mason had been by your side so facing being without him made you feel sick to the stomach. He’d been your rock, a shoulder to cry on, the person who’d made you laugh when you felt like crying. He’d been your number one supporter in everything and you had no idea how to tackle life without his protective arm around your shoulders.  

Your phone had buzzed what felt like 100 times already and you’d ignored it just as often, but the dull noise it made on the small wooden table was starting to drive you mad, so you somehow heaved yourself off the bed and picked it up from the table.

The bright display was blinding, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in discomfort. 87 unanswered calls. All from Mason. Just like the dozens of messages in your notifications. As a new call came through, you were quick in switching the phone off, thinking peace and quiet would finally settle over the small room, but as you made your way back to the bed, a knock on the door had your heart stopping in your chest.

You wanted nothing more than to ignore it as you were in no state to answer the door to anyone, but whoever it was, was persistent and you began to think it had to be something important. Maybe a staff member?

When you opened the door though, there was no staff member. Just the last person on earth you wanted to see right now.

“y/n, I-“

“No.”, you breathed, tears already brimming in your eyes again at the sight of him and you shut the door. Luckily you’d been quick enough and Mason hadn’t had the chance to put his foot in between to keep it open, but much to your dismay, it didn’t stop him from knocking again.

“y/n, please let me in. I need to talk to you, it’s…it wasn’t what it looked like. I…I’m sorry, y/n. I know it’s not enough, but I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have…it was just…y/n, please baby. Let me in and explain, I just…Lewis talked to me and told me what really happened and…I’m an idiot, okay? I-“

You were met with his big brown eyes when you opened the door again. A surprised look on his face as he hadn’t expected you to give in that quickly, but before he could start talking again, you shook your head.

“You’re disturbing the other guests, Mason.” It physically hurt to call him that instead of one of the pet names you had for him and you could see the same thing in his eyes. “Please leave.”

You tried to close the door again, but this time Mason was prepared and stopped it from falling shut.

“No, please wait. Can’t we just talk? Please?”

“I don’t want to.”, you shook your head, eyes welling up again at the thought of the situation he wanted to explain. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Then let me do the talking. Please, y/n.”, Mason begged. It hurt him to see you like this, especially as he’d caused it. Your beautiful eyes were filled with unshed tears, red-rimmed and so incredibly sad, it made him feel sick to the stomach. “Please, let me in. Please y/n.”

For a while you simply looked at him. He was begging you to let him in and explain and whilst you really didn’t want to, his pleading expression was slowly breaking your walls down. Maybe his explanation would help you to find closure?

Eventually you turned around, leaving him standing there, but as you didn’t close the door on him again, Mason carefully slipped into the room.  

An oppressive silence filled the room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, hands in your lap and fiddling with your fingers. He wanted to come in and talk, not you…But Mason simply stood there, awkwardly running his hand over his face as he tried to get the words to come out.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You had no idea what to expect and you were still unsure if you even wanted him to explain why he’d not ended things with you before bringing someone else into the picture, but your heart hurt so much and it wasn’t long before it all broke out.

“I’ve waited for you, Mason.”, you whispered. “I thought you’d come back and choose me, but very obviously I was wrong.”

Mason’s heart broke at the way you sounded so hurt. Your words cut right through him and while he’d already known that he’d royally fucked up, it was only now that he realised the implications of the whole situation.

He’d made it look as if he’d chosen someone else over you and the fact that the two of you hadn’t been officially over, made it all even worse. He could only imagine how much it must’ve hurt to see him with Maya and he hated how much pain he’d caused you.

“I am so sorry y/n. I know it looks like the exact opposite right now, but I’ve not chosen her over you.”

You laughed hollowly. “Yeah sure, that’s why you brought her to Summer’s birthday, right? You held her fucking hand, Mason. You brought her as your plus-one to your niece’s birthday. If that’s not choosing her over me, then I don’t know what is.”

Mason sighed quietly. His heart was thundering in his chest as the thought of having caused too much damage to fix it crossed his mind.

“Two weeks ago, you went to dinner with James.”, he began quietly, thinking it was best to explain everything in order. “I know now that it was a business dinner because of that interview he wants to do with me. Lew told me this afternoon. Thing is, Woody saw you and called me that evening. He asked me if we’d actually broken up because he knew I’d wanted to talk to you and get you back for the longest time and when I said no, he told me that you’d been out for dinner with a guy, dressed up and all happy.”

Mason ran his hand over his face. He knew what it looked like and he hated himself for jumping to conclusions so quickly instead of reaching out and talking to you.

“I know what this sounds like and I really am sorry for not talking to you first.”, he mumbled. “Those last four months have been incredibly difficult for me. At United nothing is going my way and I know I’m a mentally strong person, but lately everything became a little too much. The pressure, the hate, the loneliness…everything really. I missed you so much and was close to messaging you a couple of times, but because of how down I was, I convinced myself that you were better off without me and when Woody told me that night, it hurt so much. I felt betrayed and I know I should’ve called, but I was blinded by the pain and my overall shit situation and…I am so sorry, y/n. I don’t mean this as an excuse, I know there is none, but I feel like it explains how everything just unfolded.”

You didn’t know when you’d started crying during his monologue and you only realised as the tears dropped into your hands. Despite everything that had gone wrong and how much he’d hurt you today, you still cared a lot for him and hearing that he’d been sad and lonely and in such a dark hole for months hurt you even more.  

Mason fell to his knees right in front of you as he noticed your tears and the small sobs shaking your body. His own eyes were filled to the brim and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold the tears at bay, but he didn’t care.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. You have to believe me. I wish I could undo it. Everything those last months. I wanted to fight for you, I really did, y/n and I’m such an idiot for not doing the right thing.”

A little hesitant, he placed his hands on your thighs and when you didn’t push him away, he gently pried your hands away from your face. His heart squeezed in his chest as you immediately held onto his fingers tightly.

“I haven’t chosen her over you. I understand it looked like it, but I haven’t. I only brou-“

“Who is she to you?”

“She’s a good friend of Luke’s wife. I met her when I went to see Luke and we just got along well, that’s all. “, Mason explained quietly. His thumbs slowly caressing the soft skin of your fingers. “She’s not even someone I’d call a friend. It sounds shit, I know, but I brought her today because I knew it would hurt you as much as you going out with that guy hurt me. It was petty and childish and stupid, but I wanted to get back at you for that. She didn’t even know about you and when you’d gone upstairs, she talked to mum and apologised, saying she didn’t mean to cause any of that and then she left.”

You became silent for an agonisingly long while, simply staring at your joined hands and Mason was dying to say more, but he knew better. It had been a lot, not just right now or even today, but all of those last months ever since your break.

He’d made it look as if he didn’t care anymore, he’d even brought someone new out of sheer pettiness and as difficult as it was, he had to give you the time to process it.

“Did you sleep with her?”, you eventually asked hesitantly, unsure if you wanted to know the answer as anything but a no would probably pull the rug out from under your feet, but then again not knowing it felt even worse.

“No.”, Mason answered quickly. “No, I didn’t. I promise you, y/n, I didn’t kiss her or sleep with her or anything like that. We spoke a couple of times, but nothing more. I could never do that to you, y/n.”

His hands squeezed yours in an attempt to reassure you that little bit more and then you finally raised your head a little and locked your teary eyes on his.

“So she doesn’t mean-“

“She doesn’t mean anything to me.”, Mason interrupted you straight away; already knowing where you were heading with your question. “I promise you, y/n, she doesn’t mean anything to me. I never had any intention of taking her acquaintance on another level and I’m truly sorry I made it look like that.”

You were still incredibly hurt and had no idea where you stood with him, but after everything you’d said, your heart felt a little lighter. You’d spent enough time with him to know that he meant what he’d just said and it didn’t make it any better, but you got where he was coming from.

“I erm…my head’s spinning a little. I have to lay down.”, you mumbled. All the crying you’d done had caused a headache to form a while ago and Mason laying it all out for you wasn’t helping the pain at all.

“Of course, yes.” He was quick in pulling his hands from yours and moving away from you, giving you the space you needed, but as he watched you getting into bed, he wondered what that meant for him.

Did you want him to leave? Or just take a seat and keep talking?

“Can you…I don’t know lay down too or something? It feels weird having you stand there like that.” The fear of rejection was eating you alive, so you kept your gaze firmly on the wall opposite of you, thinking that not looking at him would keep down the disappointment of him saying no.

“Oh.”, he breathed surprised. “I erm…yes, sure, I’ll just uhm take the other side.”

Mason quickly got rid of his jumper before lifting the sheets and shuffling into a comfortable position. You had your back to him and he’d left a deliberate space between you two, but you could still feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“I felt like shit.”, you suddenly admitted, catching Mason by surprise. “When you came into the garden with her…I don’t think I’ve ever felt that shit before. The way you had your hand wrapped around hers…I just…all I could think of was that it should…should be me.”

“I am so sorry.”, Mason choked, unable to hold back his own overwhelming emotions any longer and before he knew it, he’d wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you into him. Your back flush against his front. “I am so sorry, y/n. I never meant for this to happen…I’m so sorry for how I treated before the break and for everything that happened afterwards. I should’ve called and messaged; I should’ve tried everything to get you back. I’m sorry I’ve been such an idiot, y/n. There’s nothing I can say that could make up for all the shit and pain I’ve caused, but I am so sorry, y/n.”

You could feel his heart thundering where his chest was pressed up against your back, but yours wasn’t doing any better. It was threatening to burst your ribcage from how fast it was beating and your mind was going crazy as well. Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through your head, trying to make sense of the whole situation and to find a solution for this mess.

You had no idea where to go from here. Mason had hurt you so much and you felt like you’d gone through hell and back, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be back in his arms. It felt like home; like the safest place on earth.

Hesitantly, you reached for one of his hands, laced your fingers with his and pulled your joined hands up to your chest.

“Do you think you can forgive me at some point?”

His voice was quiet and a little shaky and you didn’t miss the way he hid away in your neck slightly, probably just as afraid as you were, but this wasn’t a conversation you could have whilst hiding from each other, so you slowly turned around until you were facing him.

Softly, you wiped your thumb over his wet cheek as you smiled sympathetically at the sight of him. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him this dejected before. His big brown eyes bore into yours with a sad expression, the bridge of his nose was flushed and his freckled cheeks all blotchy.

“We’ve both made mistakes that led to the break. I wasn’t just you.”, you said quietly as you grabbed his hand and pushed your fingers between his. “What happened today hurt me a lot and I can’t say it’s okay because you apologised, because it’s not, but with some time to heal I think I can forgive you at some point.”

Mason nodded slowly, understanding where you were coming from and that you needed some time to process it all, but it also made him feel as if there was still hope left for the two of you. That he’d not fucked it up beyond repair.

He squeezed your hand and smiled at you softly.

“That’s okay. You can take all the time you need and…it would be difficult, but if you realise that you can't forgive me, then I’d understand. There is no excuse for what I did and I know that I hurt you and there might not be an us again and-“

“Do you still love me?”, you interrupted his rant softly with your gaze firmly set on his.

“Yes.”, he answered straight away. “The answer will always be yes because there’s no doubt that you’re my person. I will always love you, no matter what.”

“Mase.”, you sniffled as your emotions were getting the best of you again after his words. For months you’d been wondering if he still loved you. You’d tortured yourself with this question day after day, week after week and month after month and when you’d seen him today with her you’d been convinced you finally had your answer…

And you'd never been happier about being wrong than today. The relief rushing through you caused the tears to spill from your eyes again, but this time they were happy tears and Mason was quick in brushing them away with his thumbs.

“I mean it, y/n. You’re the only person I want, and I really hope that even after all this shit, you still want me too. I know it will take some time but-“

“I love you, too, Mason. So, so much, you have no idea.”

And maybe it was too soon, and you should’ve given yourself time to process everything properly and make a rational decision afterwards, but in that moment, you were just so relieved to have your Mason back, that you closed the gap between you two and kissed him.

And for the first time in six months, you felt complete again.

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[specialagentlokitty]

11th doctor x reader - the things of Halloween

Hi hope you're doing good. Could I request an 11th Doctor x reader with this prompt from your Halloween prompt list "Where’s its head?" "You can’t just ask the headless horseman where his head is!"? - Anon💜

15: “Where’s its head?” “You can’t just ask the headless horseman where his head his!”

The doctor knew of your love for Halloween and everything spooky. He had watched you buy and set up loads of Halloween decorations, make sure you had enough sweets, you had even made him watch horror films with you.

He didn’t exactly like the horror films but he liked that it was a good excuse for him to cuddle up next to you and spend some time with you just laying at your side.

He watch you carve pumpkins and even attempted to carve a few on his own, and he tried a corn maze with you, as well as a haunted house.

You adored Halloween and everything that came with it, so he brought you to a place where Halloween was real.

All the stories.

The myths.

The legends.

The creatures.

They were all real here, and to see the amazement in your eyes as you slowly walked around was all he ever hoped for.

There was vampires and ghosts, werewolves and ghouls, moving pumpkins and zombies and mummies all around.

“Woah…” you whispered.

A few of the Halloween creatures gave you a curious look, to them you were strange, a pure human with no supernatural abilities.

“They’re fascinated by you…” the doctor whispered.

You flick your gaze back to the doctor who stands near you a little protectively knowing these beings could be a little unpredictable.

“They’ve never seen a human.”

“Really?”

The doctor nods his head, looping your arm with his as you both begin to walk again.

“Yup! There did used to be humans on this planet, but as these beings grew in numbers humans vanished. They believe earth is where they left for.”

You nod your head along as the doctor speaks, still scanning all the creatures in amazement, smiling at the small children who stop to stare at you as if you were make believe.

As you continued to look around your gazed focused on one specific creature.

The one everybody had the same question for, so without thinking as it slowly passed you spoke.

“Where’s its head?”

The doctor clamped his hand over your mouth looking panicked.

“You can’t just ask the headless horseman where his head his!”

The doctor quickly looked up at the headless horseman with a sheepish expression.

“I’m sorry! We mean no disrespect!”

The headless horseman seemed to pause, if it had its head you could be sure it was definitely looking at you.

Its shoulders bowed slightly before it rode away.

The doctor looked at you with a little grin and you gave one back.

“He wants us to follow him.”

The doctor dragged you after him as you both followed the black horse.

“Where are we going?”

“To help him find his head!” The doctor cheered

[monster-disaster]

I am fully obsessed with Diman the dragon and saw that requests are open so I thought I'd shoot my shot and ask for more of him!!

I love the smut but I also love how domestic he is with the reader <3

I think it'd be so funny if he were all disappointed that the reader didn't lay any eggs after their sex marathon and she's like "diman, babe, light of my life, man/dragon of my dreams, humans don't lay eggs, they get pregnant"

Their dragon hybrid kids would be the cutest I know for sure that poor girlie would get knocked up with triplets lmfao

dragon!Diman x human!Reader Good to know: pregnancy

Previously: [dragon] Diman [dragon] Diman +1 [dragon] Diman + NSFW Alphabet

"Don’t stare at me." Your voice comes out sharper than you intended, laced with a frustration that isn't entirely fair. You can't explain it entirely either.

"Sorry, love," Diman replies immediately, but the weight of his gaze remains. His steady attention presses against your skin, warming you up from the inside out.

"Diman!"

You hear the rustling of the nest as he shifts. His claws scrape against the rough stone ground, and you can feel the weight of his steps underneath you.

"Yes, love?" he asks, amused. He nudges your back gently. His exhale ghosts over your neck, raising goosebumps along your spine. As an answer, his child stirs inside you. Your hand snaps to your swollen belly with a gasp, feeling them kick and stretch.

"Oh," you breathe, eyes widening as another little nudge ripples beneath your skin. "They are awake."

Diman hums. The deep, rumbling sound makes the air vibrate around you. His massive form leans over you, casting a shadow that dims the firelight in front of you. Then, with all the tenderness of a devoted mate, he nuzzles into your belly where his child moves.

A deep purr breaks free from his chest, seeping into your bones. "Mummy is too hungry, huh?" he teases. "Can’t sleep next to that grumbling stomach."

"Hey!" You gasp, scooting away slightly with a glare. "I can’t help it! The midwife’s visit lasted longer than I thought!"

Ever since your pregnancy became obvious, Diman has had no trouble tracking down people; old friends, acquaintances, or those who owe him favors, to ensure your comfort. The midwife’s visit today was the final one before you give birth, a last check to confirm that you and the baby are healthy and that everything is ready. She was thorough, taking her time to examine you, ask questions, and reassure you with a gentle smile. By the time she finally left, after Diman's endless questions, you were tired and hungry.

"That’s a good thing," your dragon reasons. "It means she is thorough."

He is not wrong. The midwife knows exactly how to handle him, wherever they first met, she is not the least bit intimidated by his size, his growling, or his endless barrage of questions. If he gets too overbearing, she puts him in his place with a sharp tongue and a firm hand, something you are more than grateful for. Diman can be a lot, especially now that you are so close to the finish line.

"I know," you sigh, giving the stew one final stir before pouring yourself a generous portion. The rich scent of spices and freshly baked bread fills your nose, making your mouth water and your stomach give another impatient growl.

Without hesitation, you scoop up a steaming spoonful, then groan with satisfaction. "So good!"

You don’t have many cravings, but red meat has become your weakness, something you’d almost be willing to kill for. Well, not you, but Diman. The dragon has taken it upon himself to go out every few days, hunting and bringing back anything that can make you and your baby more comfortable. You are spoiled. Utterly, shamelessly pampered in a way you have never been before, and while you hate to complain, sometimes, it’s a bit much.

Like right now.

"You are still staring," you grumble between bites.

Diman doesn’t even flinch at the accusation. If anything, his eyes gleam with even more warmth. He can't help it. There’s something mesmerizing about the way you sit curled up by the fire, bathed in its golden light, wearing one of those flimsy but comfortable dresses that drape loosely over your form. You can’t sit still, not with the constant ache in your back, but the moment you take that first bite, tension melts from your body. Your shoulders loosen, and Diman watches, utterly transfixed.

"Sorry," he murmurs, though you both know it’s a lie. He isn't sorry. Not in the slightest.

Something primal and urgent stirs in his chest. Seeing you like this, comfortable, warm, and well-fed, ignites something deeper than just affection. It’s instinct. He needs to do more. He has to hunt again, bring back more food, and find the midwife because what if she missed something and-and-and-

"Diman." Your voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts. "I need you here," you groan, reaching behind yourself in an attempt to straighten your aching back. Your already half-empty plate is in your other hand.

"Of course, love." His words are followed by a rustle of movement. His scales drag over the floor, and after a second, you feel his long tail curl around you, pressing firm and warm against your back. It holds you steady, supporting you exactly where you need it. "Anytime," he adds with a hum, settling down beside you. He positions his body just the right way to keep himself between you and the entrance of the cave, even though nobody could take a step inside the mountain without his knowledge.

Silence settles between you, thick with warmth from the quiet crackle of the fire. As you finish your meal, you let yourself sink back against Diman, his body a steady wall of strength behind you. One hand rests on your stomach, fingers tracing slow, soothing circles over the swell of your belly. Any irritation from before has long since faded, replaced by the deep, steady comfort of his presence.

"What?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips as you watch him still watching you.

Diman exhales, and for once, there is no teasing in his voice, no playful remark. Just raw honesty. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me," he murmurs. "You and the little one."

The words land deep. Your breath catches, and before you can stop them, tears spill down your cheeks in hot streaks.

Your throat tightens as you let out a shaky sniff. "Now you did it! Who knows when I will stop crying again!"

Diman grins, unbothered by your outburst. He nudges your leg with his snout, both affectionate and teasing. "It's fine. I better get used to all the crying before the baby arrives."

"Oh, shut up." If it weren’t for the way your voice breaks, you are sure you would sound more annoyed, but instead, the words come out soft. Fond. Completely ruined by your love for the oversized lizard next to you, all around you.

[iamyoursinblog]

The Dragon

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut 

Word Count:  11.1 k

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Dragons no longer exist. They were all killed long ago, and humanity no longer trembles in fear or made any sacrifices for them. It was so long ago that everything became just a myth. A myth that is even hard to believe now.  A myth that has turned into an ordinary fairy tale that mothers tell their children before bedtime.

. . .

You were standing in the middle of a wide forest glade in that white ugly dress. Your friends who believed in those silly tales about dragons actually existing annoyed you. You've decided to tell all these idiots that these are stupid fairy tales for children. Well, who in their right mind can believe that singing some stupid song from an old book will make you the bride of a dragon. Whatever it means.

That is why you were now standing on this place that supposedly served as a sacrifice table for dragons in the old days. You even wore a wedding dress to keep up with tradition.

"Just as I thought," you chuckled, throwing the bouquet on the ground. You sang the song three times, and oh miracle – nothing happened. As you thought, it's all just silly tales. "Let's see how you justify your belief in these fairy tales now," you chuckled, enjoying the future expression on your friends' faces when you tell them everything.

A strong gust of wind and deafening thunder almost knocked you off your feet. What the hell, you thought. When the weather changed so dramatically. You screamed in pain as the next moment your whole body was put in a vice and you lost consciousness.

"Silly girl..." Somewhere far away you heard some voice, but your body and mind did not pay attention to them.

You suddenly opened your eyes, sitting up in bed. Fuck, you groaned in pain. What the hell is going on here, you whispered, looking at your bandaged body. They want to turn me into a mummy? I think I'm going crazy; you laughed quietly at these thoughts. But where are you? You froze, looking at the wide, luxurious bedroom. Did you end up on the set of a historical film? You looked around the bedroom, which looked like the bedroom of kings in historical dramas.

You got out of bed, looking around. You need to find clothes. Apart from bandages and a wide fabric resembling a hanbok skirt, you were naked. What kind of pervert kidnapped you. How long have you been here? You stopped when you saw a white pile next to a basin of water. You picked it up and gasped when you realized that it was your dress. The once snow-white dress was completely dirty with long cuts that were soaked in blood. Despite the fact that this was explained by the presence of bandages, this did not explain what the hell happened to you.

The door was not locked and you left the room. But what surprised you even more was that it seemed like there was no one here except you. Maybe you were sleeping? You continued to wander around the place that was increasingly looking like a royal castle.

You shuddered, covering your mouth with your hands, when you heard a noise coming from the basement. As a person who always rolls his eyes at the stupidity of horror movie heroes who went to check out a strange noise in the basement in the middle of the night, you were about to do yourself just that. You slowly descended the stairs into the dungeon, which brought you closer to the groans soaked in pain. Well, what were you going to do, you asked yourself, taking the fire torch off the wall. You slowly looked around the corner, but there was no one there. Or rather, there was something similar to a medieval prison from which the groans were coming. You came closer to the bars and shuddered when you saw a guy in torn clothes, who was lying on the floor, writhing in convulsions.

You saw this face, you thought, seeing a scar running like a line across his entire eye. It was almost a year ago, at the dragon night market, to which your friends dragged you. You accidentally ran into him and were amazed when you saw this face, which was hidden by a wide straw hat. Even despite the scar, the face was so beautiful that your heart even skipped a beat. Did they really kidnap him too?

You shuddered when he groaned loudly, arching from what seemed to be pain in his whole body.

"Are you okay?" You tried to open the door, but the lock did not form.

"Get out," the guy groaned barely audibly.

"What?" You stared at him, not quite sure if you heard him correctly. "We need to get out of here before the ones who kidnapped us come back." You looked around, looking for the key. You found it, and smiled, running up to the wall where a large key was hanging.

"I said get out of the castle," the guy growled quietly as you tried to insert the key into the large lock.

"No time to be a hero!" you snorted. "We can escape from here together," you said, opening the lock.

"I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!" a loud scream made you take a step back. But you were even more stunned by the hatred with which this guy looked at you.

"Jerk," you snorted, throwing the key on the floor next to the bars, before running away as fast as you could. You continued to turn off the corridor into another one, until you saw a huge door on it. Finally, you thought. You opened the door and sighed in relief as you felt the fresh air. What kind of place is this, you looked at the huge courtyard. There, you exhaled, seeing a large gate with a door at the very end. You took a few steps and froze when a loud growl almost deafened you. You covered your ears when the growl thundered overhead again. Your eyes widened as the ground shook under your feet.

THIS! A FUCKING! REAL! DRAGON!

You must be dreaming! This simply can't be true! You looked at the black, huge dragon right in front of you, and you couldn't believe your eyes! This simply can't be! These are just fairy tales, right? Did someone drug you with hallucinogens? You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. You tried to take a step back but hit a wall. Was there a wall behind you? You slowly turned around and flinched when you found yourself in front of the dragon's tail that blocked your path. Now you were in a circle of dragon's body, which became a deadly trap for you.

Phahah... you couldn't stop laughing... you will die from the paws of a creature you didn't even believe in a minute ago. You stretched your hand forward and ran it along the dragon's scales. You expected them to be slippery and cold, but they were warm and silky to the touch. You froze when a stream of hot air hit you in the back. You didn't even have to turn around to realize that the dragon's muzzle was right behind you. Your head was spinning from information that you couldn't understand. The growls filled your body with fire, dragging your consciousness into the darkness.

"Aaaaaahhhhh" you screamed, sitting up abruptly. It took you a few seconds to realize that you were back in the bedroom you were in. You weren't dead, you exhaled. Fuck, this can't be happening. There was a dragon. A real dragon. A DRAGON!!!! You stared at your hand, still feeling the warm, silky sensation.

You stared at your body. This time, you were even wearing a hanfu dress. Maybe you jumped back in time? Although that guy was here too. Even if that were true, you probably wouldn't be surprised now. You were wonder who dresses you up every time?

A guy!

You jumped out of bed, practically running out of the room. You needed an ally to escape from here. You quickly ran down the stairs to the dungeon where the guy was locked up. You froze when you saw the door open and the clothes torn on the floor. Did the dragon kill him? Although there was not a drop of blood here... What to do now? You grabbed the torch that left last time before turning towards the stairs. Are you fucking SERIOUSLY? you snorted in irritation. Are you going to fight dragons with a torch?! You threw it on the floor before heading up. There was clearly someone here. It was unlikely that the huge dragon dressed you every time. You needed to find this person.

You continued to wander around the dark, empty castle, hoping to meet at least someone. You shuddered, hiding behind the door when you entered the huge hall and saw a person standing in front of a huge window. You tried to see through the crack who it was. Long golden hair, black clothes embroidered with gold threads, similar to the clothes of a king. What the fuck is this place. His hands were empty, so it was unlikely that he could hurt you right now. You needed answers. Although what questions should you ask?

You practically held your breath as you crossed the threshold of the hall. "Who are you?" you asked finally breaking the silence.

"I've told you to get out."

"What?" You looked at him in confusion. "When did you..." You stopped as the guy's hands clenched into fists. "Okay okay... I get it... that's exactly what I'm trying to do, get out of this weird place. It seems they're spraying drugs here that make you see things that don't exist." You laughed softly.

"It's too late now!" the guy growled, causing fear to grip your body.

"Did you kidnap me?" You screamed angrily.

The guy moved abruptly, dropping right in front of you, grabbing you by the neck. "The only villain here is you!" He pushed you away abruptly, causing you to fall to the floor. Your mouth dropped open in shock, because it was the guy with the scars. But now, instead of short coal black hair, he had long and golden hair.

"It's you?" You tried to get up but fell again, tangled in your skirt. "I saw you at the night market. And then in the dungeon. So you're some kind of stalker who's been following me all this time and now you've kidnapped me? And you've also drugged me so that I'm hallucinating?!" You were practically choking with anger, screaming at him.

"The one who should be angry right now is me!" the guy growled. "Stalker?! Drugs?!" he grabbed you by the collar in one motion, lifting you off the floor as if you weighed nothing. "The reason you're here is because of your stupidity, girl!" he growled, lifting your hand up. You stared at your wrist, which had a tattoo on it. You opened your mouth to scream at him, but stopped when you saw the exact same tattoo on his wrist.

"What is this?" you said, pushing away his hand, which was holding you by the collar of your dress, examining the tattoo on your wrist. It seemed real. You grabbed his hand, comparing the tattoos. "Did you do this?!" You pushed into his chest, but he didn't even move.

"No, you did this!"

"What are you even talking about?! You kidnapped me, did God knows what to my body, and now you have matching tattoos. And you're telling me that this is my doing?"

"I didn't force you to have the wedding ceremony! It was your choice!" He yelled at you, glaring at you. "And all of this is the result of your choice! You woke the dragon! You ended up here because he accepted your proposal! And you did this to us!" He pointed at his wrist. "You and only you are to blame for this, stupid girl!"

"The wedding ceremony?!" You looked at him in complete shock. "Wait... that silly song for the dragon? Are you telling me that all of this happened because of a stupid song from a children's fairy tale about dragons?" You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. "You seem to be on drugs too."

He walked over to the table and grabbed the knife. Wrapping his palm around the blade, he abruptly pulled the knife out, leaving a deep cut through his entire palm. You screamed in pain. You raised your hand and stared at your palm, which had the exact same cut on it. But you were even more shocked by the fact that a moment later it disappeared, leaving only a bloody mark.

"Does this still seem like a stupid fairy tale for you?!" he growled, throwing the knife on the floor.

"You told me to get out, I'll do it," you said as he walked past you, heading for the door.

"Too late! You belong to the dragon now!" He stopped for just a moment, and then left the room, not even turning in your direction.

. . .

You fell onto the bed, sighing heavily... for several weeks you had been trying to escape from here, and each time you found yourself in front of the castle gates, no matter how long you ran away. You chuckled that even despite your attempts to escape, every day food and clean clothes were in your bedroom upon your return. You tried to find the one who looked after you, but you couldn’t. You chuckled, sending a piece of meat into your mouth. You took the tray with dirty dishes and left the room. Today, you will definitely find someone else here. You stopped when you came across a portrait of that guy with a scar, although this portrait had no scar. Who are you, you thought, examining his face. You came closer when you saw the inscription in the very corner of the picture. "Min Yoongi" you read out loud. So that's your name. You chuckled, realizing that you hadn't seen him since that night in the hall. Not that you were looking for him that hard. You stuck your tongue out at the portrait before heading off to find the kitchen. You smiled, smelling food. You ran into the huge kitchen, but there was no one there. You placed the tray with dirty dishes on the table before looking around. There had to be a place to wash dishes somewhere. You squeaked, covering your mouth, when you turned your head to the table, there was nothing there. The entire tray with dishes just disappeared in front of your eyes. You backed away, what the hell was going on here...

You turned around and ran out of the kitchen, but froze when instead of a dark, narrow hallway, you found yourself in front of the door to your bedroom. You looked around the wide hallway. This place was definitely enchanted. Although it was not surprising, it would explain how food and clothes appeared in your room, or how you ran away every time and still ended up in the palace. You walked into the bedroom and stared at the table where there was food. "I want some tea," you whispered. Your mouth dropped open in surprise when the next moment a teapot with hot tea and a cup appeared on the table. You laughed, feeling like you had acquired a superpower. Maybe your imprisonment wasn't so bad. You took a sip of the hot tea, smiling widely. Your whole body ached from running around for centuries. Oh right, you chuckled before heading to the bathroom. You stood in front of a huge bathtub that looked more like a swimming pool. "I want to take a relaxing bath." You said and the next moment the bathtub filled with hot water with a layer of petals on top. You moaned at the smell of herbs that filled the entire room. You ran your hand through the water, which was more like milk. You took off your clothes and climbed into the bathtub. Perfect, you moaned as the hot water filled your body with warmth, relaxing every muscle. You turned over on your stomach, resting your hands on the edge of the bathtub. You looked out the huge window, which opened up to a view of the mountains covered in moonlight. For a moment you were wonder where that huge dragon is hiding. No matter how much you ran, you never saw him. Although he doesn't need to watch you, you still ended up in the castle by nightfall. I need to talk with Min Yoongi about this, you whispered under your breath. The splash of water made you shudder.

"Are you crazy?" Yoongi's angry voice behind you made you freeze in place.

You slowly turned towards him and covered your mouth to keep from laughing. Yoongi was standing fully clothed from the waist up in the water with a book in his hands, in the middle of a huge bathtub. You laughed at the expression on his face as he was drilling into you. "Ow" you squeaked covering your body when you realized you were completely naked. Oh right, you chuckled, because of the murky water he couldn't see your body. "Sorry, it was an accident" you said, covering your mouth with laughter.

"Accident?!" Yoongi growled before he headed to the edge of the bathtub to get out.

"Apparently it was because I said your name."

"Name?" He froze, turning towards you. "I didn't tell you my name."

"Min Yoongi, right? "I saw it on your portrait," you said with a shrug.

"Whatever!" he snorted. "Did you say I showed up because you said my name?"

"Yeah, my new super power." You giggled. "I want some fruit," you said and a table with fruit appeared next to you.

Yoongi growled as he walked up to the table before throwing it at the wall in anger, turning it into splinters. "Stupid dragon!" You opened your mouth, you knew he was strong, but this made you realize his strength was way beyond human. Although was he even human? You wondered when a moment later he simply disappeared.

. . .

The next day, you went to the mountains to look for the dragon. You are the one who angered him, and he took it out on me. Is it even fair? You muttered under your breath as you climbed the mountains. You rested your hands on your knees when you finally found yourself in a huge forest glade. "Dragon, show yourself right now!" you yelled. Everything inside you clenched in fear as the roar echoed throughout the forest. You stumbled back, losing your balance as the dragon landed right in front of you. The forest glade that seemed huge now looked like a shoebox that a lion was trying to fit in.

You tried to stop shaking from fear by clenching your hands into fists. Oh, you're really crazy, you scolded yourself mentally. You took a step forward and froze when the dragon lay completely in front of you. Okay, this is a better start than with Yoongi. It's not like he's going to kill me now, is it? You flinched when his tail was only a meter away from you. You still had a hard time believing your eyes. Just like your brain refused to accept the fact that a huge dragon was lying in front of you now. "Good dragon," you said with a trembling voice, approaching his tail. You extended your trembling hand forward, slowly taking steps forward. A shudder went through your entire body when you touched the dragon. Softly, you whispered under your breath, running your hand along his tail. You turned and jumped in fear, pressing your back against the tail when his muzzle was right in front of you. Despite his huge size and the fear he inspired, the dragon did not seem fierce. You continued to look at his muzzle.

If you are going to kill me, do it today, you said. You gathered all your courage and took a step forward. I don't really want to be eaten, you thought, extending your hand forward. I hope it won't hurt, at least, you exhaled, touching his muzzle.

You walked around him, continuing to run your hand along his muzzle. You stopped when you saw the same scar on the dragon's eye as Yoongi. Everything that happens to you happens to him, you whispered, approaching the place where the scar ended. You ran your hand over the deep scar and shuddered when the dragon quietly growled. Let's be friends, you said, stroking the dragon. Apparently, it will be easier for me to find a common language with you than with this evil one, you laughed.

Oh, you squealed when you felt a slight burning sensation in your wrist. You stared at the tattoo that glowed with a golden light, filling your palm with warmth. This is how you say that you are not against friendship, you smiled, although apparently I am already your bride. You laughed at the quiet growl at your words. I don't know about dragons, but humans usually do not eat or kill their brides. They need to be protected and kept from danger. So do not eat me, even if this evil guy orders you! You settled down to the dragon's muzzle, hugging him. You stepped back before waving goodbye to the dragon again. You slowly walked down the mountain towards the castle, still smiling widely. Such a scary and big dragon, but to you now it was more like a pet that needed petting. You stopped when you met Yoongi's gaze who was watching you through the huge window.

"Why did you go to see the dragon?" Yoongi's fierce voice sounded behind you as soon as you entered the castle.

"I can't see my fiancé?" you chuckled without even turning to face him.

"I'm serious," Yoongi growled grabbing your hand, turning you to face him. "Do you even care about your life!?!"

You pushed him away, ripping your hand out of his steel grip. “The more I’m around you, the less the dragon seems like the scariest of the two of you!” you growled, looking at the red and purple marks of his fingers on your wrist that were slowly fading. You turned around and walked into the room.

“The dragon will out of control! And he’s going to kill you!” Yoongi yelled at your back, making you turn back to him. “Do you know why a dragon needs a bride?!” Yoongi yelled at you lividly. “They’re sacrifices!!! He’s going to take your life to prolong his own!”

“How would you know that?!”

“Because I am the dragon!” Yoongi growled.

“What?” You flinched back from his words as if you’d been slapped.

“And no matter how much I love or hate you, I can’t stop him. When you open your heart to the dragon, he will break out and take your life!” he screamed, finally knocking the ground out from under your feet. “You could have run away... but the moment you touched him, it sealed us together. Whether you want it or not, you will reach out and look for me.” Your mouth dropped open at Yoongi’s words that was saturated with pain. And before you could say anything, he disappeared as suddenly as he appeared.

You lost count of the days you spent in the room, thinking about Yoongi’s words. So your death is only a matter of time. You laughed, falling to the floor. What the hell to drag out. I want whiskey, you said and grabbed the bottle that appeared, taking a few big gulps. You covered your mouth, fighting the fire that burned your throat from the strength of the drink. After a few more sips, you left the half-empty bottle on the floor, heading for the exit. You entered the huge hall and grinned, remembering how much time had passed since the last time you were here.

"Min Yoongi, show up right now!" you growled. You laughed when you heard a disgruntled growl behind you. "And here is my dragon!" You smiled widely at him.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Always so serious" you made a face, trying to imitate his expression. You came close to him, running your fingers over his face. "Scratch-cat!" You giggled when he grabbed your hand with force.

"What are you trying to achieve..." You pressed your lips to his, cutting off his words. You were sure that he would push you away, but he did not move an inch. "Are you crazy?" he whispered, looking at you in shock.

"The big dragon got scared of a kiss" you grabbed his clothes right before he disappeared. You fell to the floor from extreme dizziness when a moment later you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Yoongi yelled at you.

"So this is what your bedroom looks like." You looked at the piles of books that took up most of the large bedroom. Yoongi grabbed your shoulders shaking you hard. "Oh, be careful with those movements or I'll throw up" you said removing his hands from your shoulders.

"Do you even realize how dangerous it is to cling to someone like that while moving?"

"It's hardly more dangerous than being your bride." You giggled walking towards the large bed.

"What?" He flinched back at your words.

"Why?" You grinned meeting his gaze. "Didn't you say you were a dragon. That means I'm your bride. Anyway, shouldn't you be happy that thanks to me your life will be extended for another couple thousand years?"

"Shut up!" Yoongi yelled slapping you across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "Shut your mouth right now!" he growled. "You don't know anything!"

You laughed as the pain of the slap completely sobered you up. "Yeah," you shook your head. "I don't know anything except that I have to die." You stood up from the floor and walked closer to him. "Then what's the point of a sappy story? Or having me throw a tearful fit? Will that change my final?" you pushed him in the chest. "You were right... this whole time my body felt like it was breaking and tearing apart from the need to even look at you. Or was it your desire that was passed on to me?" you said raising your hand pointing to the tattoo.

"Get out" he growled

"I don't want to" you said grabbing his hand as he turned away from you. You chuckled as heat filled your body. "Liar" you whispered as his eyes darkened with arousal. "So that's why you've been avoiding me all this time" you laughed as his breathing became heavy.

"Stupid!" he growled as he bit into your lips.

You groaned in pain. His claws cut through your clothes and skin like a knife cutting butter. His tongue seemed so long, wrapping around your tongue. Your clothes, like paper, turned into a mountain of bloody scraps on the floor. Now you were very happy with the newfound ability to regenerate. It was unlikely that you would have survived by the time he dealt with your clothes. You pulled away from him, gasping for air, when he squeezed you into the bed. "Fuck" you whispered when you saw that part of his cheek under the scar, his shoulder with his chest, and his arm were covered in black dragon scales. His hair became light and long, and his eyes, like your tattoo, burned with a golden glow. He bit into your skin with his teeth, making you scream in pain. "Wait" you tried to stop him, but his strength was too great. He continued to torture your body with teeth and claws, staining the white sheets with your blood. "Oh god..." you gasped as his cock pushed its full length into you. Too big and ridged, it seemed to grow inside you with each hard thrust, causing incredible pain. I wonder if you could survive if he tore you apart.

His growl made everything inside you clench with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Yoongi" you moaned, grabbing his hair. "Yoongi!" you screamed, forcing him to finally meet your gaze. "Min Yoongi, be with me!" you moaned, kissing his cheek that was covered in dragon scales. Yoongi froze as you hugged him, sitting him down on the mattress, running your tongue over his cheek. You exhaled as the scales turned back to skin. You continued to leave kisses on his shoulder and chest until there was no trace of the black silk dragon scales left. Even his cock inside you had become more human-sized. You rocked your hips, making him moan loudly, closing his eyes. "You're back," you smiled widely as Yoongi's hair and eyes darkened again.

You laughed at Yoongi's shocked look. It seemed he really hadn't been himself this whole time. "_______" he breathed out your name...

"Admit it, has any girl ever survived sex with you?" you giggled, enjoying his completely shocked and confused look.

"My dick inside you..." he practically whispered, looking at you with wide eyes.

"You're observant," you laughed. "I like it so much better like this!" you said slightly sitting up and sitting on him again, moaning softly.

"Oh.. wait" Yoongi growled, squeezing your hips, not letting you move.

You pulled him towards you, making him sit on the bed. "I got so much pain from you" you whispered touching his lips. "Now I would like to get as much pleasure from you" you moaned, kissing him.

"I'm not sure if I won't lose control from desire again" he said stopping you, trying to pull away.

"Then I'll give it back to you again" you ran your tongue over his scar hugging him, making him moan softly. You chuckled feeling a shudder go through his body.

You moaned, finding yourself pressed into the mattresses, while Yoongi kissed and licked your body going down. His tongue drove you crazy playing with your nipples. You gasped when his mouth covered your clit. Your eyes widened, lifting your head sharply as a tongue that was too long and too big pushed inside your pussy. "Yoongi," you gasped, meeting his dark eyes. "Fuck" you moaned from the pleasure his tongue was giving you.

He laughed softly "It seems you don't mind some dragon parts in me after all"

"Only in this case and only this part" you chuckled moaning, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you with his long tongue. Your whole body was shaking, you were so close... You whimpered as he pulled away from you.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore" Yoongi growled, forcing you to look at him. He laughed as you looked at him carefully. "I can't hold back the urge to fuck you" he bared his teeth, pushing his entire length into you.

"Fuck" you moaned, arching, unable to cope with this pleasure. "Yoongi..."

"Yeah, like this..." he growled, squeezing your neck. "Remind me who I am!" Yoongi said, biting into your lips.

You couldn't control the tears that rolled down your cheeks from the excess of emotion and pleasure. Your whole body felt like it was breaking from trying to cope with it. You moaned loudly as Yoongi sped up his thrusts. You hoped that he was as close to orgasm as you were. Yoongi continued to thrust into you mercilessly, practically growling in pleasure. You gasped as your whole body exploded into tiny pieces from the intense orgasm.

You opened your eyes and it took you a few seconds to remember where you were. Did you pass out from the orgasm?! You tried to figure out if it was early morning or if it was already evening...

You froze when you tried to turn around and saw a strong arm wrapped around your waist. He squeezed you tighter, pulling you back to his chest as you tried to free yourself from his captivity. “It seems like you finally came to your senses...” he muttered, biting your neck. Your whole body shook as he ran his tongue over the bite mark on your neck.

“One night with you could really kill you,” you moaned, pushing him away.

Yoongi laughed, running his hand through your hair. “One night? Apparently the pleasure erased your memories of the past week.”

“What?!” You stared at him in shock. “A week?” your mouth laughed in surprise.

“What?” Yoongi shrugged and laid down on his back. “It’s your own fault for rashly attacking someone who had been abstaining for hundreds of years.”

“Crazy,” you breathed out...

“Even though you don’t remember... you liked it and asked me not to stop...” he broke into a smug smile, making your heart skip a beat.

You sat up on the bed, looking around at the destruction in the room. “And what should I do...” you said, sighing as Yoongi hugged your waist, resting his head on your lap. “Now I don’t really want to die when you act like this and make my heart flutter.”

. . .

You fell onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. After your words, Yoongi practically turned into a statue before disappearing without saying a word. You’re being avoided... again! Although this time you weren't really looking forward to meeting him, even though you wanted to see him. Now you understood why Yoongi's voice was filled with pain that night. No matter what, you were going to die, and he was going to live on... and neither of you could change that.

You need to talk... you thought as you got up from the bed. You opened the door and froze when you saw the box on the floor in front of the door. You picked it up before walking over to the table. You opened it and saw a note with beautiful handwriting.

- Use this... and live! -

You picked up the cloth and looked in surprise at the dagger that was inside. Your eyes widened when you saw dried blood on the blade. What the...

Your eyes widened when you realized what the note meant, and what kind of dagger was in front of you now...

This is your answer... You were practically seething with anger. You gave me a weapon that could kill you and you tell me to live after that?! You fell to the floor as tears filled your eyes. There are only two options for us: either I die for your life, or you die for mine.

But what should we do, both options don't suit you... why can't you both live...

You wondered when you should die? If you asked Yoongi, did he answer your question? Or does he also not know when it should happen. Does it depend on how much you should fall in love with him and be willing to give him your life voluntarily?

How complicated it all is...you lay down on the floor covering your face with your hands. Okay...you got up from the floor and headed to Yoongi's room.

You chuckled as he flinched at your appearance. "Such a big dragon is scared of his bride?" you said as you walked inside.

Your jaw clenched as he immediately looked at your hands. Sitting here, waiting to die at my hands? You thought as he let out a disappointed sigh. "Why are you here?" he asked, turning back to the book in his hands.

"I wonder...would you ask me that question if I had your present in my hands?" You practically spat the words out.

Yoongi closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "No." He replied, still with his eyes closed.

"Wow, you're honest." You chuckled, walking closer to him. "If that's the case..." You snatched the book from his hand, throwing it across the room. Yoongi finally looked at you as you sat on his lap, facing him. "Will you answer the other question so honestly?" You moved closer, whispering in his ear.

"______." He practically moaned your name.

"You know when this is going to happen, right?" You slowly placed light kisses on his neck, making every muscle in his body tense.

"______" he groaned again. Yoongi gripped your hand tightly as you unbuttoned his shirt, giving you access to his body.

"There is no set date..." he growled as you bit the skin on his collarbone. "The dragon just knows the moment when it must take your life."

As you thought, it all depends on your feelings... You chuckled, realizing that maybe that moment had already come...

"Stop" Yoongi squeezed your hips as you rubbed yourself against his cock.

"Your body is so much more honest" you chuckled, squeezing his hard, bulging dick.

"Please" Yoongi growled, closing his eyes as you ran your fingers along his length.

"I don't want to" you said, pulling his pants down, releasing his dripping member from arousal. "I'm going to enjoy you until the very end" you moaned, guiding his cock into your pussy. Yoongi groaned loudly as you sat on him, taking his cock completely inside you. "Regardless of whose end it will be" you said, biting into his lips.

You chuckled as the next moment you found yourself pinned to the bed. Yoongi's kiss was a reflection of pure madness. Your body was filled with heat from the crazy combination of both tenderness and cruelty that Yoongi had unleashed on you. This time he didn’t hold back. Allowing himself to do whatever he wanted to you but he held himself back so much. You chuckled at the fact that this time he wasn’t afraid of losing control because he knew you would bring him back to his senses. Your heart was on the verge of stopping from the feelings that suddenly overwhelmed you. He ran his tongue over the trail of your tears, pushing himself hard into you.

“You did a good job holding back last time,” you groaned in pain as his teeth sank into your skin. You ran your fingers over his lips, wiping the trail of your blood from them. You slapped him hard across the face as his eyes turned golden. A loud roar filled the room before Yoongi’s eyes turned dark again.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, turning you onto your stomach. He pulled your hips away from him, putting you on all fours in front of him. His fingers gripped your hair tightly as he thrust into you hard. He continued to fuck you mercilessly, pinning your arms behind your back with his other hand. Your body exploded with orgasm, but he didn’t even notice your trembling, lost in his own pleasure.

You laughed before moaning loudly. He turned you on your side, throwing your leg over his shoulder, giving himself access for deeper thrusts. You clearly should have been afraid of dying not from the claws of a dragon, but from sex with Yoongi.

Your body arched in pleasure as Yoongi came inside you, squeezing your neck. He sank his lips into yours, kissing you. You moaned as the gentle kiss became more passionate. “I want more,” Yoongi growled, meeting your gaze.

“Is that a request or just a statement of fact?” you laughed as he began to move inside you again.

"Request" Yoongi grinned, bracing his hands on the mattress.

"So I can refuse" you moaned, each of his thrusts driving you crazy with overstimulation.

"You can try..." You moaned in pain, staring at him with wide eyes as he pushed his finger into you along with his cock.

"Fuck, Yoongi" you grabbed his hand, trying to pull away. "What the fuck are you doing"

"Showing you how much your insatiable pussy wants my cock inside it." He flipped you over onto your stomach again before pushing his finger into your ass. "Or should I show you that it's not just your pussy that craves my cock inside it"

Your body was shaking with pleasure. Yoongi's cock pounding into you with force and his finger slowly sliding into your ass took the pleasure to a whole new level. But what surprised you even more was that you wanted more. 10 minutes ago you were begging Yoongi for mercy, now you wanted to beg him to give you more.

"Just look at that slutty body" Yoongi laughed running his tongue down your spine. He pulled out his cock and finger making you whine from the loss of pleasure.

You gasped loudly as his long tongue ran over your crotch "Yoongi"

"Last time you liked what I could do with my tongue in your pussy" Yoongi growled pushing his tongue deep into your pussy. "Let's see how happy your ass is with my long tongue"

His fingers stretched your butcheeks as his tongue groaned circling the tight ring. You moaned as his tongue came inside. You could feel the tight muscles relaxing more and more under the pressure of the hot tongue that slowly licked and pushed into your ass.

You heard a soft laugh and only then realized that you had started rocking your hips against each shallow thrust of Yoongi's tongue, wanting more. "So impatient," Yoongi slapped your ass. "Wasn't someone going to tell me to stop?"

"Please," you moaned, making Yoongi laugh louder.

"Please, what?" Yoongi taunted you, but you didn't care.

"Please fuck my ass with your long tongue," you moaned, wiggling your ass as you were slapped again.

"Fuck, yeah, baby. That's it." Yoongi stretched you out, pushing his tongue into your ass. You couldn't control your moans. His hot, ridged tongue was fucking you, making you go crazy.

"Get on the bed." You moaned, and he looked at you in surprise when you stopped him by gripping his hair.

"What..." Yoongi didn't finish his sentence when you ran your tongue over his cock. "Slutty." He moaned, pulling your hips towards his face.

You slid your tongue over his cock and balls, making him moan loudly. The thrusts of his tongue became harder as his cock slid into your mouth the entire length.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore." He growled, biting your ass. "Sit on me." He growled, running his hands down your waist. "Ride my cock."

"Lecher!" You chuckled at his impatience. You wrapped your hands around his cock, guiding it into your pussy. You rocked your hips but he squeezed them hard, making you stop.

"Not that one, I want to be inside that one!" Yoongi moaned, pushing two fingers into your ass.

"Yoongi," you gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain from his thrusts. "You want to put that in my ass?" you gaped at his cock as he shook his head happily. "You really get off on the sight of my blood, don't you?" you chuckled. "If you move I'll kill you!" you growled.

"I hope you do it anyway," he chuckled, and your jaw tensed. "Sorry..." Yoongi ran his fingers gently down your back before sitting up and leaving a few equally gentle kisses on your skin.

"I guess we got distracted," you ran your fingers down his cock. Yoongi groaned, resting his forehead on your back. His tongue was definitely making your tight hole more pliable, you thought as his head slid inside. But his size was too big to take easily. You rocked your hips slowly, each time going down an inch. Fuck, you growled in pain, and that wasn’t even the half of it…

“Baby,” Yoongi growled before the sound of wood breaking filled the room. “Stop teasing me!” your mouth fell open when you saw the broken pillar at the head of the bed, which Yoongi had his hands clinging to. “Or do you need my help?”

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you gasped in pain as Yoongi squeezed your shoulders, pressing down. “Stop!!!” you tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Too deep!!” you practically cried as he sat you all the way down on his cock. Forcing you to take his entire length.

"That's it baby." Yoongi dug his fingers into your hips, not allowing you to pull away even an inch. "See, you just needed a little help." Yoongi growled as you gasped for air, unable to make a sound.

Yoongi sat up on the bed, holding your body tightly, making you shake in his arms. You exhaled, completely relaxing in his arms as the pain began to subside. You moaned as Yoongi covered your clit with his fingers, slowly circling it. Your moan grew louder as Yoongi squeezed your thigh with his other hand, making you rock your hips. Yoongi's growl filled your body with heat. Yoongi moved his hand to your other thigh, making you move on his cock again. You growled, digging your nails into his hands, trying to stop him.

"If you keep squeezing my cock like that, it'll be even harder for me to control myself," Yoongi hissed.

"Oh, is that your idea of ​​control?" You laughed at his words...

He gripped your hair, turning your face towards him as he kissed you. You lifted your hips and sank down onto his cock, shaking in pleasure. Yoongi moaned into your mouth as you did it again. You pulled back, bracing your hands on the mattress in front of you, continuing to slowly slide up his cock. "Fuck," you moaned. It felt good, too good... Yoongi gripped your hips, making your movements more abrupt. Yoongi shifted forward, pressing himself against your body, bracing himself on the mattress with his hand next to yours.

He pulled out before thrusting hard, the entire length of him. You growled in pleasure and pain. "Does it hurt?" Yoongi moaned, stopping, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"Yes" you moaned, one movement from him and you were already on the verge of losing your mind. "Don't stop"

You shook from his low laugh before he thrust hard. You couldn't control the shaking that only got stronger from his merciless movements. The pleasure practically broke every bone in your body and your vision blurred. You fell onto the bed when your arms were no longer able to hold you up. Yoongi pulled your hips, lifting your ass high in the air. The orgasm crashed through you, locking your body in a strong spasm. Yoongi growled as you squeezed his cock tightly.

You choked, spitting out blood as Yoongi's claws appeared and dug into your throat, piercing your skin. You screamed in pain as his fangs sank into your back. You moaned as Yoongi began to move inside you again. I should have grabbed the knife, you thought, laughing quietly as your wounds began to heal. Yoongi fell on top of you, squeezing you tightly in his arms as he came. He hugged you so tightly that it felt like your ribs were about to break, although you wouldn't be surprised if they were already broken. You didn't know how much time passed while you just lay in each other's arms. You felt the pain completely leave your body, leaving only the warmth that Yoongi's embrace caused.

"Is there a way to have sex with you without bleeding so much?" you laughed, looking at the red sheets that were originally white...

You sighed in relief as Yoongi's embrace weakened. "Forgive me" Yoongi whispered barely audibly. You closed your eyes fighting back tears when you felt tears running down Yoongi's cheeks, dissolving on your skin.

"Torn my body apart, tore my soul apart and just disappeared... Bastard!" you chuckled turning onto your back when he suddenly disappeared.

You exhaled loudly when the next moment Yoongi was above you, biting your lips with a furious kiss. This man... his kiss was so emotional that you didn't even notice when tears began to roll down the corners of your eyes.

You opened your eyes sharply and tried to pull away when you felt cold metal in your hand. "Yoongi" you moaned into his mouth when he continued to kiss you, not giving you the opportunity to either pull away or break the kiss. His fingers squeezed your hand, forcing you to completely grasp the hilt of the dagger in your hand. A low growl filled the room as Yoongi pulled away from you. You couldn't move from the pain as his claws dug into your other arm. Your eyes widened in fear when you saw that part of his face was covered in black dragon scales. But what shocked you more was that only one of his eyes had turned golden. Was Yoongi really fighting the dragon without letting it completely take over him. It was now or never... the annoying voice inside kept repeating over and over, reminding you of the dagger in your hand. No, there had to be a way... please... You couldn't say a word because of the tears that were choking you from the agony that Yoongi was in while fighting the dragon.

He really was a bastart... he had put you in a bind and left you with no options except one. Everything blurred because of the tears that were flowing uncontrollably from your eyes. Even the pain from the wounds the dragon continued to inflict on you paled in comparison to the weight of the choice you had to make. You gripped the dagger tightly before stabbing it into Yoongi's chest with all your might.

"Jerk," you whispered as Yoongi's face broke into a tender smile. He ran his fingers down your face before collapsing onto the bed next to you, bleeding. You couldn't help but sob as you watched Yoongi slowly die in front of you.

"I love you," Yoongi whispered, running his bloody hand down your cheek.

"Yes...," you whispered as you sat down next to him. "I love you too," you placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling the dagger out of his chest. And before he could reach you, you stabbed the dagger into your heart, collapsing onto Yoongi's chest. You spat out blood that rushed up your throat. Fire burning you from the inside, is that what Yoongi felt now? Poison that filled your veins and slowly but surely took away your life. Darkness swallowed you leaving only hellish pain.

. . .

The ringing sound came out of nowhere, muffled... You exhaled loudly as the cold air filled your lungs almost choking you. You tried to open your eyes, but your whole body hurt too much. You only slightly opened your eyes, trying to get used to the too bright light that blurred everything in front of your eyes. What the hell was going on here, you tried to understand, when the pain slowly began to recede. You opened your eyes, trying to see at least something...

What is this, you asked yourself when your vision returned and you saw the sky and the tops of tall trees. You ran your hand over the damp grass you were lying on. You still continued to hear the sound of your phone, which was ringing. You turned your head, looking at the trees that were around you. You saw a bag lying not far from you. You stretched out and stared in surprise at your hand covered in white cloth. You took out your phone when it stopped ringing. You sat up, looking at yourself, or rather the white dress you were wearing. You turned your eyes to the phone when it rang again. You looked at your friend's name that flashed on the screen in surprise.

"Hello," you answered, still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Hello there," your friend's cheerful voice confused you even more. "Where are you?"

"What?..."

"We were supposed to meet, where are you?"

"On the forest glade," you answered, completely confused.

"Oh god, don't tell me you really went to that glade to check out those dragon stories the guys told you yesterday?" she laughed.

"Yesterday?"

"Are you okay?" your friend's laughter turned to surprise. "Yes, yesterday. Did you drink too much last night? Do you have a hangover?"

"I... no... wait... you said we met yesterday?"

"Phah... oh, we should drink less, otherwise it seems like you've gotten lost in the days" your friend laughed

"Impossible..." you whispered, cutting off the call.

You stood up, looking around the clearing, which was too familiar. It definitely happened here. That day when the dragon kidnapped you. You looked at your body, you were wearing the same dress as then... but why did your friend say that it was yesterday... after all, so much time has passed. "Yoongi" you exhaled, looking around the glade, but you were alone. You touched the place where a moment ago there was a dagger in your chest, but now there was not even a trace left. What the fuck is going on here, your consciousness refused to accept the situation. You grabbed the phone and froze in shock... how... you sighed, looking at the date. It was really that day when you decided to come to this forest glade.

What is even happening. Why... was everything that happened just a dream. How is this possible, it was all too real. What about Yoongi, did he even exist or was it just your subconscious? No way, you could still physically feel every touch and kiss that Yoongi left on your body. You kept looking around, wanting to find even the slightest confirmation that Yoongi existed... that all of this wasn't just a dream...

"Are you okay? Are you lost?" you shouted jumping up and down when an unfamiliar voice came from behind you. You turned around and stared at the forest ranger who was looking at you with concern.

"You could say that," you whispered when you realized that tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"My car is not far from here, and if you need help from the police.."

"No," you cut him off abruptly. "Can you give me a ride to the nearest taxi stop?" you had to get home first and then figure out what the hell happened.

Few months later:

Month after month, you searched for the castle in the forest every day, but all your searches were a failure. Could it be that everything that happened to you was really just a dream? Maybe you really went crazy and it blurred the line between reality and a dream. Maybe you should still contact a specialist, as your friend advised. Your friend practically moved in with you after that day in the forest because of concern.

"We need to hang out," your friend said entering your room. "Remember?" she said putting a flyer on your desk. "Last year it was a lot of fun there," she smiled already rummaging through your wardrobe picking out an outfit for you, although you hadn't even agreed yet for whatever it was. You grinned picking up a flyer advertising a night market of the dragon.

"Well, at least something remained the same," you whispered...

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea, you thought as you found yourself with your friends at a noisy market. It seemed like you could breathe for the first time in a month. The night market was lit up with colorful lanterns, crowds of people were dancing and singing to the music and the smell of delicious food was intoxicating. You laughed, watching your friends dance, reminding you of the forgotten fun.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” you told your friend before heading through the crowd towards the food and drink area. You froze when an all too familiar silhouette caught your attention. “Yoongi,” you whispered. You felt your insides tighten into a tight knot. Was it your imagination playing tricks on you again, but before you knew it you were already heading through the crowd towards where Yoongi had been standing a moment ago. You continued to mindlessly wander through the rows of people, hoping to see him again. You gasped when you tripped over a cord lying on the ground, falling forward. You closed your eyes, putting your hands out in front of you, but a strong hand grabbed your waist before you could touch the ground. You exhaled as you found yourself back on your feet. You turning sharply towards your savior. You froze, your mouth hanging open as your gaze met Yoongi’s. It was him, he was really there, you tightened your grip on his hands that were still around your waist. You took a step forward approaching his lips, but he turned his face away, taking a step back from you. You froze and your eyes widened, filling with tears. Despite the familiar face, he was not the one you knew, you thought when you saw that there was no scar on his eye. Just as there was no hint that the person standing in front of you was the one you were looking for...

"Sorry" you whispered silently because of the tears that choked you.

You stepped back, turning away, unable to look at this face anymore. A strong hand grabbed your face and hot lips covered your mouth. The kiss lasted only a moment, but it contained all of eternity, all of the feelings and memories!

Yoongi smiled at you and a wave of mixed feelings washed over you! Love, hate, resentment, anger, happiness - everything mixed together. You hit him in the chest "Idiot" you couldn't stop the tears, continuing to hit him. "How could you just show up only now and act so cold to me? I hate you!" You continued cried.

"You're right! I really am an idiot if I thought I could live this life without you..." Yoongi laughed, holding you tightly in his arms. The warmth of his body filled you to the brim. It really was him, your Yoongi, your dragon.

You hugged him tightly, breathing in his familiar scent. For the first time in couple month, your mind and heart found peace in his arms. "If you think about playing with me again, I'll kill you," you muttered, pressing your face into his body.

"If you kill me, I'll really die," he laughed, lifting your face up. "Sorry it took so long," Yoongi said, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. "It turns out that becoming a human is much more difficult than being a thousand-year-old dragon," Yoongi said as he took out an ID card from his pocket, making you laugh out loud.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" you asked incredulously, looking around.

"No," he squeezed you tighter, making you wince in pain. "This is all real! Ouch.." he winced as you hit him again.

"Don't even think I'll forgive you so easily for making me go through all this hell alone!"

"I'm really sorry! I didn't think your memories were preserved too." He lifted your hand, leaving a kiss on your wrist where the gold tattoo was. Your eyes widened at his words and you grabbed his hand.

You exhaled loudly when you saw that there was a burn scar on his arm in the form of a tattoo. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt until you saw the scar left by the dagger in the middle of his chest.

"Baby, I don't mind you stripping me naked, but there are too many people around. Especially these few people who are watching us with their mouths open."

You quickly removed your hands from his chest when you remembered where you were. You turned around and cursed when you saw your friends standing there with their mouths open in surprise. Right, you went to get drinks...

"I'm glad you're okay." Your friend said, looking at your sincere smile. "You don't have to call me if you don't come home today." She winked at you, pulling the rest of your friends with her, leaving you alone with Yoongi, making you laugh.

Your laughter turned into a quiet moan when Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you against his body. "And if you don't show up for a week, then should you call her?"

"If you plan on fucking me for a whole week, then you'll have to call an ambulance instead of my friend!" You slapped his hand, which was gripping you tighter.

"I didn't think I'd start missing the time when you were the dragon's bride!" He snorted in displeasure, making you laugh.

"So cocky... your powers are not dragon-like anymore either, are they?" You turned around, hugging him.

"Well... I don't turn into a dragon anymore," He chuckled.

You stared at him. "That's not what I asked," You took a step back in disbelief. "Yoongi?"

His smile turned into a smirk. He took your hand, pulling you along with him. He turned the corner of the food tent, and you found yourself in a spacious living room. "I'm still learning what my 'not dragon-like' powers are!" He laughed, looking at your shocked face. "But I wasn't completely lying..." He said, walking over to the table, picking up the letter opener. He ran the blade over his finger before holding his hand out to you, showing you the small cut. "Now I need a band-aid for this." He smiled widely at you.

"Crazy," you whispered in disbelief. "I'm leaving" you snorted turning towards exit.

"Do you really want to leave?" Yoongi hugged you from behind, lightly biting the skin on your neck, making you gasp. “There’s nothing left that can hurt you,” he whispered, trailing kisses down to your shoulder, pulling your tank top off one of your shoulders. You let out a breath as he ran his other hand down your body before squeezing your breast.

"Yoongi," you bit your lip as his fingers pinched your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. You couldn't help but moan as his fingers slid under your shirt, squeezing your other nipple.

He ran his tongue up your neck. "Kiss me," he whispered in your ear, making you gulp loudly.

You turned your face towards him, letting him take over your lips. The kiss was so unusually gentle that it overwhelmed you with emotion. He pulled away abruptly when he felt tears on his fingers. You laughed at his confused look.

"I don't remember my tears ever making you stop." You chuckled. "This is definitely something new. Can't say I like it though." You grabbed him by his half-unbuttoned shirt, pulling him back against your body.

A shudder ran through your body as you caught the dangerous smirk on the corners of his lips before he smashed his lips onto yours. He picked you up heading towards the bedroom. He threw you on the bed knocking all the air out of your lungs. You watched his every move with lust. He took off his shirt sending it to the floor before unbuttoning his pants. "And how do you expect me to control myself when you look at me like that?!" he growled grabbing your ankle pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“I don’t remember asking you for such silly things,” you pressed your foot against his chest, dragging it down before pressing down on his boner bulging out of his pants. He hissed squeezing your ankle harder.

"Then should I call an ambulance right now and have them stand outside my door?" he growled, getting rid of your pants in one motion. "Mmm..." he looked over your body with a hungry gaze. "Which sweet hole should I start with today?"

you squealed as you found yourself on your stomach and a hard slap landed on your ass. "Oh fuck..." you moaned. Yoongi pulled your hips up against him, pushing you to your knees. You moaned as his face pressed into your crotch. His tongue licked you hungrily.

"Has my baby just gotten even more delicious or am I just that hungry for you?"

"Yoongi" you moaned as his tongue pushed into your pussy. His fingers pushed into you replacing his tongue.

"Now I have to be more careful in preparing you" he growled adding another finger. "It's going to be bad if these sheets turn red," he growled, biting your butt cheek as his fingers slowly stretched you.

"Your hand is all wet from my pussy and you're still doing some fucking prep," you growled, no longer able to take the heat inside you that was craving more than these almost gentle thrusts. A quiet but genuine laugh made you blush completely, from your impatience. "Forget it. Leave me alone!" you snorted, falling forward, burying your face in the sheets as Yoongi's laughter grew louder. Yoongi lay on top of you, pinning you to the mattress. His hands squeezed you and you moaned, biting into the sheets as his cock slid inside you the entire length. "Are you sure you want me to leave you?" Yoongi growled, white slow deep thrusts. "Fuck," you moaned. The position made his cock seem even thicker, making you gasp in painful pleasure.

"Yoongi.. wait" you continued to moan his name as his hand pushed between your body and the mattress covering your clit.

"How I missed you moaning my name" Yoongi moaned, continuing his sweet torture. His fingers circled your clit and his thrusts became faster, making you cum with his name on your lips. "Yes, my baby"

You exhaled loudly as he rose above you. His knees squeezed your hips tighter and his hands rested on your lower back digging his fingers into your skin. The hard thrust made your body shake.

Sounding slaps and ragged groans, similar to growls, filled the room. You were completely lost in your pleasure while Yoongi pounded into you with hard thrusts.

Yoongi's loud moans turned into almost a scream as he fell on top of you, squeezing your body hard. He pulled out of you, continuing to rub his cock against your ass, covering your back with cum. His movements and moans were chaotic, while he was completely lost in his orgasm.

You laughed softly when you felt Yoongi's cock become hard again. "You know..." you said as you found yourself in Yoongi's arms as he laid down next to you. "The idea of ​​an ambulance waiting outside your door doesn't seem so stupid anymore," you groaned from the pain in your entire body, after only one time with him.

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More Min Yoongi x Reader:

SOLO

New director (smut)

I want be your boyfriend! (smut)

Open lesson (pt.1) (fluff)

Open lesson (pt.2) (smut)

Welcome to my dark side… (angst)

Miss u… (smut)

SERIES

ONE NIGHT:  Part 3: Bad, bad girl (smut)

TRAP: Part: [0,5] [1] [2] [2,5] [3] [4] [4,5] [5.25] [5.5] [5.75] […] (bl, smut)

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LIST  (BTS & GOT7)

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Munchkin's Halloween

Beth Mead x Vivianne Miedema x Child!Reader

Summary: The ninth of my Halloween-centric fics

"Oh, wow," Viv coos," Look at-"

"No!" You snap quickly," Mama, no!"

"No?"

"Eyes closed!" You order," Not finished!"

Viv laughs, playing along and covering her eyes with your hands.

It had been a surprise for her to come down for the rest of the week but the surprise had worn off at some point during dinner last night when you told Viv she smelt weird and needed to get in the shower after the hours she spent driving down in the car.

You and Beth spent a lot of time at training with Arsenal, up and out of the house for club Halloween before Viv had even woken up this morning.

That's part of the reason why Viv is playing along right now.

Your Halloween costume has remained a mystery to her with the move up to Manchester. Your life is based in London, at least most of the time.

There's already childcare sorted out down here and while you like coming to City training to hang out with the girls, at Arsenal you've got Laura and Lotte and everyone else who you've known since coming home.

London is home and Viv gets that.

It just means she hears more than she sees when it comes to you during the season.

Including what your Halloween costume is.

She's already got a bit of an idea, from Beth not being able to keep a secret and the glimpse she just got before you insisted she close her eyes.

"Myle!" Viv hears you call. "Myle, here! In! In, Myle!"

She smothers her laughter as the yapping of Myle while you scold her.

"Can I open my eyes now, Munchkin?"

"Hmmm," You hum," Eyes closed, Mama. Mummy! Mummy! Muuuummy!"

Viv keeps her hands over her eyes as the soft footsteps of Beth pad over from the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"Myle not get in the basket."

Beth laughs a little and there's a bit of a rustle before you finally speak again.

"Kay, Mama! Eyes open!"

Viv's heart swells as she looks at you, all dressed up like Dorothy with Myle in a basket like Toto the dog.

"Look at you," Viv coos," Give me a little twirl!"

"That's what Auntie Lolo say!" You say, delighted as you twirl around," And Auntie Laura say I look good!"

"Well they were right." Viv kneels down in front of you, pulling at your dress and petting Myle's head. "You look so good."

"Mummy-Mummy say that I'm from Wiz' o' Oz."

"Wizard of Oz, that's right," Viv says," You're Munchkin like the munchkins and Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz."

"Everyone was very impressed with her costume," Beth says, coming back into the living room with some snacks and a little bucket with an even smaller pumpkin face on it.

"Ky-Ky gave lots o' sweeties!" You say, rummaging in your little bucket before dumping it all out onto Viv's lap," Yay! Sweeties! Yay!"

Beth very gently takes one of your wildly grabbing hands before you can snatch one of the Haribo packets.

"Only a few, Munchkin. Remember? We share."

"Share!" You repeat," I share!"

With your free hand, you grab a still wrapped piece of taffy and try to shove it into Viv's mouth.

"We share!" You say to Beth, head bobbing up and down just as Myle escapes from the basket, bounding over to sit in your lap. "Myle! We share!"

Viv grabs your second free hand quickly. "How about we don't feed Myle human sweets? We can give her puppy treats."

"Okay! Puppy treats! Puppy treats, Myle!"

You hurry up quickly, nearly tripping over your Dorothy dress on your way to the kitchen.

"I'll go and help her," Beth says with a sigh," Before she tries to climb the counters again. Can you pull up the movies? I've got a few of them lined up."

"We're letting her watch Halloween movies?" Viv says doubtfully, face twisted in disbelief.

"Kid's movies," Beth corrects," Nothing too scary. I checked. Do you know we've never shown her the Wizard of Oz? I thought we could start there."

"Good idea," Viv says," But I feel like the witch could scare her a bit."

Beth grins, flexing her arms jokingly. "You see these guns? I can protect her."

Viv rolls her eyes. "Go and use those guns to help our kid before she tries to break into the chocolate cupboard again. Then we'll see which one of us she wants to protect her from the scary witch."