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lorebeth · 10 months ago

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Hello I have a request that's been on my mind for a while. What if Blade had a child that's currently a preteen and they've never met him and when Blade discovered his child was on the Loufu living under the care of adoptive parents after their birth mother passed away, he decided to test their skill in battle and he was not disappointed but he was surprised by his child's fighting style and the fact that they collapsed as soon as the fight was over because this was the first time they were in a fight like that along with them having a somewhat weak constitution. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely understandable and I wish you a good day or night)

I want to sob I wrote like 1k and it was GONE. My dumb ass didn't save it I swear I'm sobbing vigorously

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCHHH I TRIED REALLY HARD AND IT IS AN X READER. You're the first to ever request so you're like my favourite person right now ilysm PFHSJDB

SORRY IT'S SO LATE

Even with all your mentoring sessions and fighting competitions aboard the Luofu, nothing could have ever prepared you for your fight with him.

A tall, muscular man with a dead stare and an unimpressed, almost annoyed facial expression.

As your sword clashed against his, you couldn't help but wonder how you even got in this situation. Weren't you on the way home from shopping for your mother? Well whatever reason you were out for was immediately forgotten as a cluster of swings were thrown in your direction.

You ducked and blocked as many blows as you could, though you felt cold metal pierce your upper arm and you swallowed down a screech of pain.

You felt your shirt get heavier as blood was dripping down your arm slowly. Is this how you'd die? In the hands of a criminal?

The man stood still. Raising his sword and dragging his fingers across it, creating an almost beautiful ombre of yellow and orange across the bloodstained weapon. A sinister sunset.

As he brought it back to his body, the entire atmosphere around him changed. Blood was pounding in your ears, you swear you could have seen his mouth moving? Is he talking to you?

"Savour it for me."

The man jumped in the air, blocking the moonlight and his sword glistened red, everything was red. Why is everything red?

No. This is not the day you die. You needed to get back to your parents. You had to. Using your own sword you steadied yourself and felt the wind raising your sword for you. You felt lightweight and controlled your breathing, doing exactly what your mentor had advised you before battle.

"Raise your sword and let the wind guide you! "

Opening your eyes, you saw the fastly descending man gawk at you. His expression bewildered and his sword shaking slightly.

Before he could slice you open, you felt yourself swing a massive wave of energy towards the man, erasing his attack and sending him backwards. He landed on his feet and you could see blood dripping from his face.

The only bad part about using this skill however, something that your mentor warned you about was that it would be nearly impossible to keep awake after using it if your body is not prepared. You felt your eyes closing, trying to stabilise yourself by piercing the ground underneath you with your sword, you felt yourself crumble and fall into the bittersweet unconsciousness of your mind.

The last thing you saw were black shoes.

You woke up startled, everything was spinning and you felt nauseous. Staring around at your surroundings, you could remember you're in your Mentors house. So many questions and so many noises that made your head hurt.

As you slowly started getting up, your Mentor came in. Extremely annoyed.

"You're finally awake, Child." he sighed.

"Sir! What happened? My head is pounding." you blew out the candle next to your bed and shielded your eyes from the piercing light.

"Ahem." a new voice. You immediately jostled up and almost threw up from the dizziness.

It was the man. His long hair framing his face and his arms bandaged, his piercing eyes caught your own and you nearly shat yourself. What is he doing here?

"Sir! What's he doing here? It's illegal to harbour a fugitive, you of all people should know that..." you felt yourself become weak and sickly again. You couldn't concentrate on your sentences properly.

"Do not question me and my reasons, Child. I should have you clean the walls again for your silly accusation!" that shut you up, alongside the painful migraine that seemingly wouldn't go away.

"My apologies, sir..." you blinked up at the strange man again. You knew his name from the wanted posters across the Luofu- Blade. It suited him.

"This 'Fugitive' saved your life. You should be grateful, Y/N L/N." your mentor proclaimed. Yeah real grateful after he nearly killed you and kicked your ass.

You nodded, not wanting to upset your Mentor and clean the walls again.

The man stood still and was tense. Come to think of it, when your Mentor said your name, his eyes widened and his breathing changed. Something's up.

"Sorry Sir, but do I know you?" you asked Blade, not wanting to upset him by using his name.

"..."

"No." he turned around and walked away.

You and your Mentor shared a glance of confusion.

As you made your way home, you couldn't shake the feeling that the entire interaction was so odd. Especially after the stories you've heard about Blade. Cutthroat, cruel, dangerous. Despite these factors he saved you, well after trying to murder you first.

You just couldn't shake the feeling that you'd meet again and very soon. And surprisingly, you weren't opposed to that idea.

As you made your way inside, a man appeared from behind a wall with a hurt expression on his face. How could he have not known? He knew that the love of his life died and she would be no more. That made him an emotionless and cruel monster, but how could he have not known about you? You were his child for fucks sake. He sees you from your window, happy and talking to your parents. That could have been him. But a part of him is glad that you didn't grow up with him, he knows the life you would have had wouldn't have been as prosperous and kind as this. He would have cheated you out of a childhood.

He'll keep an eye on you though. Of course he will, you're the last memory of your mother.

"Y/N, huh? " and with that thought, he made his way into the shadows, your laughs echoing into the endless night behind him.

#blade honkai #blade hsr #honkai blade #hsr blade #blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai #honkai star rail #x reader #child!reader

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kkenma666 · 1 year ago

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(재윤,희승) jake & heeseung.. finally theirs

warning.. slightly suggestive content ahead, jake likes heeseung a tiny little bit..

"hi there! can we play with you?" two raven-haired children approached yn.

yn's eyes immediately light up at the thought of making new friends. "of course! what's your name?"

"my name's jake and this is heeseung!" jake gestured to the younger boy next to him, heesung shyly waved at you.

"what about you?" jake beamed at the young child. they both sat down and built sand castles alongside young yn in the sandbox.

"im yn, nice to meet you both!"

"jake, heeseung!" your eyes gleamed upon seeing your childhood friends. you hastily made your way towards them, excited that you're finally able to see them both.

the two guys smiled seeing you make your way toward them, adoration in their eyes.

"hi yn!" jake greeted you with heeseung following suit. you smiled up at the both of them greeting them back. "so what's the surprise that you both wanted to tell me?"

jake and heeseung looked at each other before glancing back at you. this caused you to become quite nervous.

"well, since we're on our semester break.." heeseung spoke up first "i was- i mean we were thinking of inviting you to a trip to jeju!" jake continued.

you stared at them both, obviously shocked at the surprise. "what. a- are you serious?!" you yelled.

jake and heeseung only nodded, excited about the trip already. "yup! and we already paid for all of it so you don't have to spend a single penny."

guilt began to sink in after you realized. "woah woah, you guys paid for everything?" they both nodded. "and how long is this trip?" you asked still shocked.

"its three days two nights!" jake beamed.

your shock only doubled as your mouth hung lower. "oh no, oh no no no. i- you guys already paid for everything.. at least let me pay for the-"

jake quickly interrupted you "no yn, we know how stressed you've been lately. it's a.. gift from us! to help you relax."

you teared up and hugged both of them, thanking them for the surprise and how much you really needed it.

and so your three-day two nights trip to jeju began!

your shock only tripled when they booked an expensive hotel to stay at but they just brushed it off since it barely dented their bank account.

everything went smoothly as planned as the three of you had fun.

so many memories were made on those three days at said island. you felt like the three of you just got infinitely closer.

you pull on the fabric that you were wearing, adjusting it to fit just right on your body.

jake and heeseung had told you to dress up fancy for the last night you were in jeju.

excitement bubbled up as you wondered what they were planning ahead but nevertheless, you sprayed on some perfume before heading off to the lobby of the hotel.

jake and heeseung looked at you in awe as soon as you stepped into the lobby.

the way your outfit just clung onto your body perfectly, your hair styled in a way that compliments your face, to the accessories that completed the whole outfit.

you blushed from their staring as they both hooked your arm toward the lobby exit, but instead of going out the main entrance, they led you out the back entrance that faced the beach.

the sight was something you never expected to see.

the ombre orange sky loomed over the candle-lit table completed with many decorations. the many candles illuminated the once-dark surroundings.

in the middle, a table with a white cloth sat. candles and tons of food decorate the empty table.

"wow.. im speechless.. did you prepare this for me?" you asked the two guys. they both nodded seemingly proud of their hard work.

jake gestured for you to take off your shoes, afraid to get them dirty to which you agreed. heeseung then picked you up and carried you towards the table.

once you were finally seated, heeseung and jake took their spot as they both were obviously nervous.

"so, what's the special occasion?" you asked them, intrigued at what their answer would be.

heeseung poured the three of you a glass of wine, the expensive maroon liquid swirling around in the glass.

the two guys looked visibly nervous, sweat dropping on their foreheads.

"yn.. the whole reason we even took you on this trip is because.." heeseung started off.

"-please be mine!" jake interrupted heeseung, cutting him off and making him angry. "hey! wait, please be mine, yn!" heeseung ended up confessing also.

you stared at the both of them in shock, not knowing how to respond. they both stared at you in anticipation, contemplating your answer.

you cleared your throat as you finally made up your mind. "i uh.. i really like both of you.. and i can't choose between you both..." jake and heeseung looked at each other, both confused about what to do.

but you weren't finished, "but.. i was thinking maybe we could go poly."

jake and heeseung stared at each other for a while, pondering about your suggestion.

you sweatdropped at this, "uh i-i mean we- i mean you don't have to if-"

"sure" jake answered. i mean, after all those years of bickering and fighting heeseung he's bound to like him a little tiny bit.

heeseung pondered to himself for a moment before grabbing your hand with jake doing the same. "sure, i don't mind that idea."

you stared at the two guys, love and adoration in your eyes.

heeseung leaned to place a soft chaste kiss on your lips. jake then placed another and another.

the rest of the night was filled with waves of laughter and good vibes all night long.

the night ended with jake carrying you back to your hotel room, heeseung following along with your shoes.

the three of you finally had your very needed alone time together with them both exploring your body and worshipping it.

a certain feeling of satisfaction washed over them as they finally realized you were theirs now. no more jealous looks shared with each other whenever they watch you embrace another man.

tonight, they both are making sure that you'll remember this night forever.

btw.. i dont do idol x idol i just added that in cus idk it made more sense...????

#tehhyunie writes!!#kpop x reader #jake x reader #jake x gn reader #jake x male reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung x gn reader #heeseung x male reader #enhypen x male reader #enhypen x gn reader

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twistedwonderlandobsession · 1 year ago

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.•♥︎The Incident♥︎•.

Type: Not Fluff

Format: Oneshot

Catagory: yandere x reader

The sound of the rattlebag Grimm had gotten became more irritating with every passing second, the repetitive noise becoming like nails on a chalk board to me as I sat on the porch.The sight of the bright shades of yellow, orange, and pink mixing together for the perfect ombre slowly fading into the darkness to become gloaming. The feeling of irritation from thr displeasent noice bubbling under the surface eventually becoming more prominent as my patients for the gremlin began to run thin.

I began to snap as I aggressively stood from my chair storming over to the door as I aggressively turned the nob while pushing the door open with a tremendous amount of force causing the hinges to shake as it slammed against the wall with a thud. Storming over to the stairs my hand sliding up the old worn down banisters as I practically stomped up the stairs, a storm brewing in my head. The ear piercing noice of the bag all common sense and calm from my being.

Slamming the door open to our shared room, practically screaming as my voice raised and temper flaireding "You little Rat I swear to god if you don't stop shaking that rattlebag i will light it on fire and chuck it at you." Even more furious when He denied it with an attitude and snarky comments. "What did you eat some bad food. I don't have it, Hench-Human! Stop trying to scare me. I know the ghosts are gone" Clenching my hands and jaw while grinding my teeth as she acussed me of the exact thing she was guilty of. "You little brat-!"

The noise of the Rattlebag filled the room once more as we went completely silent. We both stood staring at each other Hearts pounding In our chests as we heard the rattle once more all annoyance disappearing from my body being replaced with a sense of pure unfiltered dread. The atmosphere becoming incredibly incredibly eerie at the lingering feeling of fright from the shill noise and knowledge. Suddenly the noise stopped, causing the only noise to be susurrus. The feelings slowly faded as time passed, my body relaxing as the instincts screaming run slowly faded and my heart rate went down. My mind scolding itself for psycing itself out. Breathing out a sigh of relief as the muscles and nerves in my body relaxed. The feeling of resentment from earlier no longer present as I flopped on the bed staring at the ceiling. The room suddenly going completely dark.

Looking outside the window and seeing tim lights of lights and electronics through my neighboring dorms. The sound of Grims voice chastising me as i did so. "You Human! You said you paid the power bill." Staring out the window as i mutterd "....... I did." the fear and Creepy atmosphere returning as my blood went cold at the realization that someone else was in our house and my mind hadn't been scaring me. Whispering quietly, panic and urgency seeping into my tone as the panic sunk in. "Hide now!" Scrambling to find something, anything to defend us since grim had used all his magic earlier while fucking around with deuce. Desperately going through the drawers with shaky hands searching for my utility Keychain as Grimm protested. "Why do I need to hide? It's just a power outage Human!"

My mind screaming fuck as It's refusal to take order made this situation more stressful, hands shaking as they grabbed the Keychain. "No its not, someone is in the house, and you cant use your magic anymore without overblotting." Watching as he reluctantly crawlwd under the bed. My mind screaming that's a obvious spot and to just run but not saying anything because as of currently we didn' know where the Intruder was in the house, so we couldn't leave. Blowing the Secented candle out before turning and hurriedly speakwalking to the closet and shutting the door. Trying to hide my body behind the clothing as the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon still filled the room. The situation feeling uncanny as she tried to stay still while listening anxiously for any noise as she was filled with unease. It's felt haunting like there was someone's gaze on me even.

The mystery of where the intruder was in our house building a rising tension in the air and "what if's" in my mind. The sound of footstep drifting down the hall, coming right in front of their door and the creak of the handle turning alerting me that he was entering as my body froze and breath hitched. The sounds of humming and footsteps filling my eardrums as I stood completely, still burying myself into the darkness of the closet.

Horror setting in as I realized the intruder wasn't there for our belongings or they would be searching our drawers and jewelry box.

My heart pounding In my chest as my hands shook, realizing that he already knew we were here, why else would they turn off the power. They were fucking with our minds and playing with our emotions practically bathing in our terror.

Not able to call or text anyone due to that fugly joke of a headmaster not paying my phone bill. Alarm and Terror setting in as the doors to the closet swung open, the moonlight shone light on the closet. Backing up as I saw a glimpse of a gloved hand reaching out for me, clutching the utility Keychain and scrambling to get the small knife portion open hearing a familiar voice speaking softly like they were talking to a startled animal. "Calm down {Name}~♥︎"

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Take Shelter 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, stalking, possessiveness and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You keep to yourself, until you can’t anymore. (another short reader because why not)

Character: Thor Odinson

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all the way to Asgard. Take care. 💖

Peter has a whole basket of candles and a few other goodies with them. He's good enough company, he does enough talking for the both of you. A skill you've never had. And he's tolerant of your silence, many people are more likely to take affront to what they mistake as indifference.

"So, what do I owe ya?" He asks with a grin as you hover by his shoulder, hands folded reticently.

"Owe me?"

"For putting up with my mindless browsing. I saw you eyeing that opal pendant…"

"I was only looking," you squeeze your hands tight, "you don't owe me…."

"I do, you're just too nice to admit it," he insists.

"No, really, I can't…" you wonder for just a minute at how adamant he is about giving you something. You think of the box on your counter but can't figure how he could be behind it.

"I'm getting it," he sidles past you and goes to the shelf of dangling necklaces.

"Peter," you follow him hauling your bag higher on your shoulder.

"Too late," he says as he plucks up the oval pendant, "it's already in my hand."

You've never been good at confrontation and this is edging close to an argument. You clamp your lips and swallow your protests. You let out a hollow breath through your nose.

"Thank you," you murmur.

He's unfazed by your reluctance as he sweeps over to the counter and greets the cashier. The same blue-haired girl that welcomed you in. You watch her ring him up, her long clawlike nails painted a shining silver ombre and her hands and arms decorated with intricate tattoos. You were never cool enough to pull all that off.

"Awesome," Peter says as he takes out his card, "the necklace is for her, can you wrap it separately?"

"Oh, that's sweet. You two are such a cute couple," she preens, "oh, beautiful stone."

She admires the stone as your mouth drops open at her insinuation. Peter just laughs lightly, "friends but I'm flattered."

You give a nondescript mutter and sway nervous. Your shoulder is starting to hurt from the weight of the bag.

"Ah, my bad," she says as she folds brown paper around the necklace and slips it in a small bag, "opal symbolizes hope. It's supposed to be lucky."

She holds out the bag and you take it with a quiet thanks. Peter steps up to pay and you wait awkwardly, staring at your feet anxiously. When he's finally done, he lifts the heavy bag of candles as if it's nothing.

"Onward, companion," he declares getting a chuckle from the clerk.

He leads you to the door, holding it for you as you emerge onto the street. You drop the necklace into your bag and squint at the sunshine. You stop on the pavement and turn back to him.

"Um, I should…" you begin, looking down the street.

"Yeah, sorry for keeping you," he says, "maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe," you shrug, "er, bye, uh, have a good day."

"You too."

You slowly turn and slink away. You feel awkward as you sense him watching you. You only get a few steps before he calls your name.

You stop and face him as he bends and picks something off the sidewalkm he holds up the gleaming shape and examines it.

"You dropped this," he nears and offers the coin. That same damn coin.

You take it from him, not sure what to say. You give a tight smile and back up. "Thanks."

"Cool coin. Is it a collectible or something?"

"Something like that," you utter, "uh, see ya."

Abruptly and nothing less than awkwardly, you spin and flit away. You scurry down the block and don't stop until you're around the corner. You open your hand and look down at the coin. It's almost glowing against your hand and warm. A sudden crack of lightening ripples in the clear sky and you look up at the deafening clap of thunder.

But all is calm. No one else is affected by the noise and the sky is unsplit by the furor. You wince and clasp the coin tight, pressing your hand to your chest as you quickly carry on. You just want to be home, safe and alone.

🌩️

You go along the shelves, slipping new tags on as you go through the list of price changes in your hand. Another tedious but mindless task. The sort you enjoy. You don't have to talk to anyone, you don't have to fake anything, you can just put your head down and get it down.

Eli yawns loudly and tries to drink from his empty coffee cup. You peek over at him as he pouts at the plastic lid before tossing it in the bin behind the counter. He looks up at you and sighs.

"You mind if I go grab a refill?"

"Go ahead," you say as you peel off another sticker.

"I can grab you a tea," he offers.

"I'm okay," you assure him, "pretty slow."

"You're telling me."

He comes out from behind the counter and shuffles out of the store. He leaves you in the low buzz of metal music coming from the Bluetooth speaker. You go down the aisle, searching for skus and rearranging some misplaced product. As you get close to the door, a shadow approaches but you don't look up, assuming it's only Eli.

"Hey," Peter's chipper tone draws your head up as you nearly drop your clipboard.

Your voice catches in your throat as he's not alone. You look between him and the much larger man. Broad and blonde and blue-eyed. You recognise him. He came to but dice a few weeks ago. Eli said he was famous... what was his name?

"Thor," the man offers as if he can see your confusion, "lady. We did not have a chance to introduce ourselves upon our last meeting."

"Oh, uh," you look between him and Peter, "hi?"

"We're just here to look at gaming mats. This guy," he points at Thor with his thumb, "some king or whatever, thinks he needs all the fancy things in the world."

"I am only excited for your game. I love gaming. On Asgard, I did much of it."

Peter gives a look like he's heard it all before. You bite your cheek sheepishly. Thor reaches up to toy with the string of his grey sweater and you follow the gesture with your eyes, realising too late that he's watching you too. You back up, hugging your clipboard tight.

"The gaming mats are down here," you stand flat to the shelves on your other side, "right by the plushies."

"Come on," Peter nudges Thor with his elbow and pass you in the tight space.

It takes a moment before the other man moves. You keep your gaze on the floor as the turns sideways and slips past, brushing you slightly. You face the shelf again and check your list. You pause before you can start again.

"If you need anything..." you say quietly.

"We'll let you know," Peter assures you, "pick a colour."

"Hmm," Thor hums thoughtfully.

You go back to the price changes as you let their chatter fade to drone in your ears. You get to the end and flip the page. Before you can go on to the next aisle, Peter comes down towards you and calls your name.

"Actually, I did want to ask you something," he nears as you see Thor examining a bright pink dragon plushy behind him. He smiles at it and makes it fly. Your attention is quickly drawn back to Peter, "we kinda need a healer for our part. We had a drop out and... yeah, no one else thought to get any healing spells."

"Um, you mean, er..."

"If you're free, yeah. You could come play. I have a premade character but if you want to make your own, that's cool too."

"Oh, uh," you're surprised by the offer. "I haven't really played in a while. I'm not the best."

"There's no way you can be bad," he counters as Thor comes up behind him.

"She'll join our party?" Thor asks hopefully.

"I don't know," Peter says over his shoulder, "we were just discussing that."

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I was distracted," Thor looks away guiltily.

"Anyway, you don't have to answer now. But you can let me know. I can give you my number."

"Um, okay," you tap your fingers on the back of the clipboard, "my phone is behind the counter."

"I'll just write it down," he offer points to your armful, "if that's easier. I'm sorry to get in the way of your work."

"It's alright," you assure him and flip the clipboard and slide out the pen, flicking towards the corner for him to write.

He scribbles down his number and grins. You stand cluelessly and turn the board back around as you take the pen back. Thor plops the dragon plush on Peter's shoulder and bounces it.

"Can I have the dragon?" He asks.

Peter's forehead creases and his cheek dimples. He gives an amused snort and shakes his head. "I think we're gonna look around a bit more."

"Okay," you say as you tuck the pen back under the clip.

"Thank you, lady," Thor bows his head at you.

You meet his sky blue eyes and feel a zinging sensation up your spine. Gersamr... the word crawls behind your ears, not a whisper, just a memory. You wince and back away. A stirring starts in your stomach as you tuck your chin down and retreat. He stays as he is until Peter pokes him.

"Better wall than a door," Peter grumbles.

Finally they go back down the aisle and you let out a willowy breath. Your hair feels like it's standing on end. Your fingers are tingle so much you can't even peel away a sticker.

Eli comes back in as you try to hide your confusion. He greets you but stops short as the smell of coffee wafts in with him.

"He's back," he hisses as he stands at the end of the counter, "God of Thunder.... wow, should I say hi?"

You peek up at him and give a shrug. He takes a deep gulp from his cup and pushes his chest out, "yeah, I'm gonna."

He steps around you and you sniff as he boisterously offers his help. Thank god. You don't know how much longer you could've managed on your own.

🌩️

You come out of work, headphones in, mind off.

As you cross the large grey parking lot, the sky seems to reflect the grim asphalt and ripples darkly above. Another storm is coming. You never minded them much, almost found them comforting before, but now there's something about the roar of thunder that makes you want to shrink into nothing.

You can smell the rain as you cut behind the grocery store and see your building just beyond. It's like deja vu. The almost mirror reflection of the past makes your ears ring and your skin burn. You break into a run without thinking, hurtling towards the brick facade until you're breathless.

You unlock the door and fall through. You drag yourself up the stairs and to your apartment. Inside, you slide the chain into place and let out a heave. You drop your phone, your headphones, and your bag on the counter, staring at the emptiness there.

The box. It was there. When you left this morning it was exactly where it has been since you brought it home. You shake your head and back away, turning as you search the room. Maybe you moved it. You were tired and sometimes the small things can just fall through the cracks.

You enter your bedroom and find the dress spread across your blanket. No, no, you didn't do that. You know you didn't. You don't understand.

You go to the window and try to open it. It's locked. Your heart pounds as you spin around and rush back to the front door, making sure it's locked. You go from the front room, through the kitchen, around to the bathroom, and back to your bedroom. Nothing! You even tear open all the closets. There's no one there. You're alone but why is this happening?

"Who are you?" You cry out desperately, "what do you want?"

You stare at the wall. It stares back. Nothing. Silence. You don't know what you expected.

A sudden boom and a flash followed by a shatter. You spin as the glass litters the floor and a spray of rain blows through. You cover your ears as you watch the storm invade the space, sweeping around you violently, swallowing you up in a cyclone that's suffocating, circling around and around until all is dark. Until you feel yourself plummeting into an endless void.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #Fic #series #dark!fic #dark fic #mcu #marvel #avengers #take shelter

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avampyone · 2 months ago

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Prompt #26: Camouflage

Characters: Hemlocke , Amaranth Vyse, mention of Ange.

Synopsis: Hemlocke continues to track the elusive Ange and the mystery that follows him.

Setting: Thanalan, Ul'dah.

Warning - Piercings

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Upon opening the double door of the bath, a cloud of heavy mist enveloped the Hemlocke’s chambers to such an extent that he had undoubtedly kept those waters at an elevated temperature during the duration of his bath. His own tall lanky strode forth shortly after, currently only clad in silken black robe lazily tied about his waist and a fluffy towel lay haphazardly atop his head.

He occasionally patted to capture the stray droplets of water from long black and ombre dark red locks. The soft strands were neatly gathered to one side over his shoulder with the lingering scent of lavender and sage purposely following him. The more everything lay hidden and masked- even his own natural scent, the better off they would be that night.

Stepping into his house slippers, Hemlocke settled himself at the apothecary’s desk laden with white candles that stood flickering from above high on brass prickets. With one smooth leg crossing over the other, a tired sigh escaped Hemlocke, hand lightly brushing past his features to hook a few stray strands behind one long pointed ear before he turned his attention to the desk’s surface.

The surface lay covered in a multitude of different piles of notes detailing dates of specific nights, the events that occurred, and the names of those who had been involved. If Hemlocke was able to learn their names at all – Ange’s people were quite the secretive bunch.

Leaning an elbow against the solid wood surface, Hemlocke leaned his cheek into his open palm with black sharp clawlike nails tapping gently against his smooth skin when he peered down to his latest set of notes. Nearby the desk propped up on the wall, there stood a world map pinned to a board with specific locations marked on the world marked by a singular pin from Sharlayan to Ishgard, Gridania and even as far as Gangos.

There were small sketches he had drawn of the faces of those he had seen close to Ange – like the silver haired elezen woman as well as some outlines of horrific batlike creatures and demons. These were all linked together by strings with small additional notes gathered up to make a list of all the locations where unusual incidents occurred. It was no small task that this evidence board had been constructed and added to over time.

Hemlocke’s free hand reached for his sharp quill to dip liberty into the open jar of ink and gently tap away any excess before he started to write again:

'Although my initial thought lie in ‘M’ was targeting the Black Shroud specifically around the ruins of Amdapor, I suspect now that they may be setting their sights on Ul’dah – The Coliseum. I have heard rumors of gladiators going missing and invitations being passed to high performers to attend private parties. I have confirmed the bodies of two missing and one still alive in observation. Vyse thinks it is likely that corruption has spread in the survivor. These bodies were found shortly after the opening of the new and popular venue, Hellfyr’ We begin our initial investigation into the venue tonight to see if our suspicions of their involvement are correct.'

After signing off the date, Hemlocke set the metal quill down near the bottle of ink as he lifted that hand to brush against the back of his neck to pause and stare up to the many connections made, “To think I only believed him to be some vampire casanova. But with every new connection uncovered reveals another mystery and clues to follow…” He whispered a loud to himself like it might ease a growing anxiety. As clear as it was that something darker lay hidden under all this, he could not be sure how deep these mysteries went nor how long they had been kept hidden from sight.

Sitting up a little, Hemlocke peered over to the time on past the broken glass face on his pocket watch – It would not be too much longer before Amaranth arrived. He stood from his spot, undoing the tie at his waist with one swift pull to let the silky black robe pool along the ground. It was time to get dressed.

A brief time later the pale haired veena viera entered the chambers after Hemlocke called him to come downstairs. He took a few short steps within just in time to see Hemlocke carefully pulling up the zipper of a fitted black corset that cinched about his abdomen in a too tight black matte material that fit him like a second skin.

The gleam of silver studs stood out on his chest from his pink buds of rounded pecs on display that he likely chose to only do for tonight’s outing. To complete the look, he wore low fitted hip hugging trousers of the same material, a fitted black bolero, and tall black boots.

Hemlocke hardly looked like himself at all – His natural hair lay hidden underneath a dark purple nearly black wig with a naturally tousled look to the longer bangs that helped to cover his eyes alongside the dark shadow and purple rounded shades.

Lastly, he wasted no time in seeking to hide the silver dagger he always kept on his person along the inner edge of one boot. There were a few small thin ordinary daggers he strapped underneath his bolero and along his wrists underneath his longer sleeves just in case.

Wearing a typical black leather jacket and trousers, Amaranth sought not to look too closely at his comrade and huffed out as if to cover any oncoming embarrassment in such, “It is all necessary? Could at least have a ruffle or somethin’ over..you know.”

He motioned over his front to convey his message with a low chuckle from Hemlocke to follow, “Absolutely necessary. Anything that aids to distract is an advantage to us and worth using to exploit any weak points. Unless you want to play the distraction...? And did you bring the vials?” As playful as his tone was, it was still more prompt and business like than usual.

“I guess I have seen others wear far less in those places… But, no no, I’ll pass! As a priest, it’s already enough to have to step inside..” Amaranth shook his head vehemently to the idea, tossing Hemlocke a few vials all the while. It appeared to only be water at first glance.

He pocketed a few and smiled at the viera in appreciation, “I doubt we shall need these, but it never hurts. Tonight, a quick assessment of all who run the venue before we reconvene another night to discuss our findings. How does that sound?” With a quick pass of his gloved hands over to check all weapons were in place, Hemlocke strode towards the door, “Are you ready then?”

Amaranth nodded even if his stern features were a touch glum at the situation, “Mn, that seems the best. We have no more leads to go off otherwise. Ange and his people are skilled at covering their tracks..Let’s head out while the night’s still young.”

#hemlockeffxiv #hemlocke #ffxiv oc #amaranth vyse #ffxiv original character #ffxivwrite2024 #zip #other side dangerous stuff hemi gets up to #I couldn't think of much else for this one xD

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chicinsilk · 1 year ago

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US Vogue November 1, 1959

Model Isabella Albonico. Carson Pirie Scott Makeup. Suitable for evening shine and red satin, this makeup involves the following specificities: A foundation with hiding power as well as Hi-Fi glow ivory fluid makeup base in the tone of the candle. Above, no translucent color powder, with a fine texture, ideal for illuminating shadows. Eyes: a black line drawn in the roots of the upper eyelashes (these partly real, partly false); then reinforced by Brownish Black liquid liner and mascara, Hi-Fi Green Iridescent Shadow Stick. Lip Gloss Polishes Shimmering Rose Lipstick. All Max Factor cosmetics.

Red satin evening coat, black satin hat and deep green cut crystal beads are all by Yves Saint Laurent for Christian Dior.

Modèle Isabella Albonico. Maquillage Carson Pirie Scott. Adapté à la brillance du soir et au satin rouge, ce le maquillage implique les spécificités suivantes : Une fondation avec un pouvoir de dissimulation ainsi que Base de maquillage fluide Hi-Fi glow ivoire dans le ton de la bougie. Par-dessus, aucune couleur translucide poudre, à texture fine, idéale pour éclairer les ombres. Yeux : une ligne noire tracée dans les racines du cils supérieurs (ceux-ci en partie réels, en partie faux) ; puis renforcé par Brownish Black liner liquide et mascara, Bâton d'ombre Hi-Fi Vert Irisé. Le brillant à lèvres polit le rouge à lèvres Shimmering Rose. Tous les cosmétiques de Max Factor.

Manteau de soirée de satin rouge, chapeau en satin noir et perles de cristal taillées d'un vert profond sont tous de Yves Saint Laurent pour Christian Dior.

Photo Irving Penn vogue archive

#us vogue #christian dior #yves saint laurent #haute couture #fashion 50s #fashion 60 #fall/winter #automne/hiver #max factor #isabella albonico #irving penn #pirie scott #november 1959 #evening set #tenue de soirée #beauty makeup #maquillage beauté

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sylphclasspecting · 6 months ago

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rogue of rage self care board for anon

💌microfleece robe

💌picking palette

💌hot tots cinnamon slime

💌sketch journals (pack of 2)

💌fireball candle

💌pheonix plush

💌big bottle of calm bubble bar

💌ombre throw blanket

#homestuck #classpect #godtier #rogue #rage #rogue of rage #self care board #food tw

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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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In an atmosphere of celebration 🥳 Congratulations on the 300

How about Kempe and reader celebrating a dating anniversary? Very romantic! Lots of affection, slow dances... candles 😍

The Way You Look Tonight with Adrian Kempe

A/N: First, Thank you so much!!! Second, you're speaking my language :) But I think you already know that! I went with a wedding anniversary because I wanted it to be so extra! And that is first wedding anniversary category.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Boob grabbing, so fluffy you’re gonna die.

Adrian Kempe has never been one to skimp.

And tonight, on your first wedding anniversary, is no different.

You just arrived back in L.A. to get settled before the season after visiting both of your families.

After you finished lunch this afternoon, Adrian immediately sent you off to the salon so you could get your highlights and color retouched along with a quick trim. He surprised you with manicure and pedicure appointments at the same time, followed by full hair and make up. When you returned home, you were disappointed to find he was nowhere to be found. Instead, a gorgeous bouquet of deep, red roses with hints of baby breath sat on your counter. A note in his scratchy writing is resting with a corner under the vase.

A year ago today, we made the best decisions of our lives. Thank you for choosing me, beautiful girl. Happy first anniversary. Jag alsker dig.

P.S. Go upstairs. More fun awaits you.

You lean in, savoring the sweet smell of the roses before giddily bounding up the stairs. There, you find a black garment bag along with two Cartier boxes. You bite your lip, grabbing the smaller of the two and popping it open. Gorgeous pearl earrings greet you. They are reminiscent of your grandmother's that you wore for your wedding last year. The other box has a dainty necklace with yours and Adrian's initials lined along the swoop of the chain. A note from him says more initials can be added as your family grows with a wink.

The jewelry is stunning, but the black, beaded, A line dress really gets your butterflies swirling. It's paired with gorgeous ombre red to black, open toe Louboutin heels. You start to get a little sweaty at the price tag of all these items. You're not sure your gift for him of an engraved Rolex is enough.

With your hair and make up already done by the professionals, you slip into the outfit he arranged for you. You’re pulling up your phone to text him when his picture appears on the screen with a phone call.

“Babe, where are you?” You whine immediately. He chuckles.

“You’ll see soon. A car is coming to pick you up. Get in it and I’ll see you soon.”

“Oooo kidnapping! I like it.”

“What? No.” He laughs. “But the driver is named Jason. Check that before you get in.”

Jason does indeed pick you up in front of your condo ten minutes later. You chat while threading through California traffic. Eventually, you get to the beach. The sun is starting to set over the ocean, finding an angle that releases the relentless, summer heat. You’re dropped off in front of an expensive seafood restaurant with gorgeous ocean views. Their patio is usually stacked, but tonight it’s set only for two.

You slowly walk in. The indoor part of the restaurant is busy.

“Hi, I’m meeting Adrian Kempe.” The host eyes sparkle excitedly.

“Mrs. Kempe! We have been waiting for you.”

“Oh great.”

She leads you outside to where one table is set up. Adrian is out there, leaning against the railing overlooking the beach. He turns when he hears the door, grinning at you and only you. His hair is pulled back into a bun, just how you like it. He’s wearing a white, t-shirt button down, leaving his tattoos exposed for you to run your fingers along after a few glasses of wine.

“You look just as beautiful as a year ago.” He murmurs, leaning down to capture your lips. “Hi. I missed you all day.” He holds your hand as he admires the outfit he picked for you. It looks better than he could have dreamed on your curves.

“Me too. You’re the one who sent me away.” You remind him. Your hands grip the muscles of his back as you sway together for a moment. His lips rest against your head, breathing in the scent of your hair products.

“Was it worth it?”

“Yes. It was amazing. Thank you.”

“Good. You deserve all of that and more.” He leans away to grab you a glass of champagne. You take a small sip after a clink of your glasses in a cheers. “To us. Forever.”

“Forever.” You agree, tilting your face up for another soft kiss. His hand at the small of your back presses you deeper. You lose a bit of your footing with his insistence of pressing you deeper into him.

“Sorry.” He murmurs. “Want you closer than that.”

“Am I going to have to sit on your lap during dinner?”

“Yeah and feed me like a baby bird.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

After you both finish your first glass of champagne, you grab another then sit down to start munching on your meal. You start with oysters and shrimp ceviche then move into a light salad with butter lettuce and a lemony dressing. You two take turns feeding bites from each others forks, leaning shoulders into each other and stealing kisses as the waiter takes your starter plates away.

“Thank you.” You murmur, then kiss your husband’s lips again. The privacy on the balcony along with the champagne is making you fee loose. “I hope we can recreate other parts of this night together.”

“There is more at home when we are done.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Champagne… candles… bubbles in a bath tub… chocolate covered strawberries….” He nibbles on the side of your throat as he says that. You let your head fall towards his, gripping his necklace under his shirt for some grounding. He’s recreating your honeymoon too and you hope what happened in that bed then repeats tonight.

Another glass of champagne is gone. Multiple courses begin to filter to the table including pasta, sushi rolls, crispy okra, and a ribeye with a decadent truffle butter sauce. You share everything, but are both too full to consider any dessert.

“I have something sweet at home for when we want it.” He assures you when you feel guilty about saying no to chocolate gelato. “How about another glass of champagne though?”

“Yes!” You wiggle against him as he pours you both another round.

A recognizable, soft jazz beat begins to play in the outdoor speakers.

Some day, when I’m awfully low… when the world is cold… I will feel a glow just thinking of you.

Your gaze meets his and you feel yourself tear up, remembering the soft steps of your first dance. It was such a hectic night, but all the noise faded when this song played. Adrian had held you so close, lips on your ear the whole time, signing the lyrics to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Dance with me?” He murmurs, kissing along your knuckles hanging off his shoulder. His lips hover on the large wedding rings he gave to you. Their imprint stays in his lips for an additional moment when he pulls away.

“I would love to.” You set your glass on the table and let him lead you to an open area of the patio. He pulls you flush with him, just like he did a year ago, whispering into your ear how incredibly beautiful you are. Then he sings along with Michael Bublé.

“Lovely, never ever change. Keep that breathless charm, won’t you please arrange it? Cause I love you. Just the way you look tonight.” His European accent muddles the words a bit as he sings, making you fall for him again. You pull away, eyebrows pulled low in tender love for your sweet man.

"Baby." You murmur into his neck. "This is too much. I didn't get-“

"You are worth all of this. I'm so happy. Our life together is better than I could have imagined it being even on our wedding day. I want to spoil you."

“You have. This was all so unexpected and so sweet. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy anniversary.”

The first pop of fireworks surprises you as they fly off from the beach into the ocean. Adrian hugs you tighter so you know you are safe against his chest. You tilt your head up to the sky, watching the next one burst in gold across the inky, black sky.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim. At your wedding, you had wanted to have fireworks, but the dry weather conditions made it a last minute cancellation from the venue. “You got me our fireworks.” Adrian had tried so hard to get them to reconsider because he knew how much you wanted them with sparklers for your guests.

“I told you I would. Sorry they are a year late.”

“No, it’s perfect.” You admit as he transitions behind you, pressing your back to his front so you can watch together. Both your hands fold together over your stomach, admiring the glittering booms he arranged just for you.

It’s late when you get home. But you two are not tired. There is a glow coming from under your bedroom door as you walk down the hall with him. He pushes the door open from behind you, showing you an oasis of candles, soft music, rose petals complimented by a chilled bottle of champagne on the nightstand.

“I should carry you over the threshold. We never did that last year.”

“Yeah you were too desperate.”

“Me? You were too.” He laughs, swooping you up. “You ripped the buttons off my shirt.” He brings you into the room.

“Still not sorry about it either.” He sets you down on your feet and you look back at him as he unzips your dress.

“Who is breaking into our house and doing these things for us?”

“Don’t worry about it. They’re gone.” He murmurs against your shoulder. He unhooks your small straps from your shoulders, letting the whole dress pool down at your feet. A groan sounds at the sight of your lacy butt cheeks pressing against his zipper. You rub your booty into him more, creating a hardening there. He reaches up to cup your bare breasts, holding them and stroking their tips into hard peaks. You melt into him.

“Bath?”

“Mhm.” You nod. He leads you forward, wanting to feel you brushing against his lap with each step.

You begin to strip him down in the bathroom. His shirt falls to the floor. You lean forward to kiss along his chest to his shoulder where you sink your teeth into him playfully. He chuckles, showing his straight teeth as you work on his belt next. His bottoms fall to the floor as his fingers hook in your panties, working them down your legs. He kisses his way back up your body, then offers you his hand to step into the tub. You both sink in, skin buzzing from the warmth and the night. You both want each other, desperately, but it’s going to be so worth the little bit of wait.

“I have one last surprise for you.” He says as smooths bubbles across your arm. He points to his tattoo sleeve. Nestled inside the ripples of roses on his right bicep is your first name with his last, the infinity symbol, and the date of your anniversary. You run your finger tips over it, feeling the raised lines of the fresh ink.

“Babe. I love that. And you more than I can put into words right now. Tonight has been… unbelievable.” You sigh, leaning further back. “How is this all real? How are you real?”

“I constantly want to pinch myself that you’re mine.” He whispers. “So many times you could have left. This is not an easy life you have chosen.”

“No, but you make it easy.” You answer honestly. “If this was with anyone else, it would be so hard. But we have an amazing relationship. One I thought only existed in teen fairytales. I’m proud of us. I know we can handle anything as long as it is me and you.”

“Now to start planning next year….”

“Oh my god.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought.

“Maybe no champagne tho…” He trails off. You turn to look at him, knowing this man aches for his baby in you.

“I would be okay with that.” You admit. He grins, leaning forward to seal the deal with a kiss.

#Adrian Kempe #Adrian Kempe x reader #Adrian Kempe fic #hockey writing #my writing #writing request #los angeles kings #nhl fan fiction

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lemonhemlock · 2 months ago

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What are your favorite fragrances? Apart from fragrances what is your favorite smell (can be a dessert or food or rain or anything!) Do you like scented candles or wax melts? Do you prefer more manly colognes or perfumes? What scents do you prefer on men? Do you prefer your lotions (if you use) to be scented? Do you like hair scent sprays? Do you have a favorite scent you wear every day?

ok!!!! you came to the right place 😂

What are your favorite fragrances? Do you have a favorite scent you wear every day?

i love so many different manners of smells that i could not possibly have one single fragrance i wear everyday. i would say that, historically, my designated favourites have been miss dior cherie (RIP this one, i really loved it when i was a young girl. funnily enough i don't remember it being a gourmand, i just remember a sparkly, fruity rose), dior poison (so edgy of me LOL but i've always loved the 90s plum/berries and the iris powdery lipstick smell), ysl opium (still a staple when it comes to spicy perfumes) & diorissimo (basically every white flower you can imagine).

Apart from fragrances what is your favorite smell (can be a dessert or food or rain or anything!)

lavender. i'm obsessed with it. the soapy, clean kind. it's just so comforting. also clean musk scents that mimic fresh laundry. i have a couple & can't get enough of them. i've decided that this scent profile is what brat summer smells like 😂 also another one that's similar would be paco rabanne - olympea because it's fresh and clean but it has a cool salty, marine kick to it that's unexpected. i used up both my ysl libre & olympea dupes this summer. (another thing about me is that i love a good dupe, i'm not going broke bc of this hobby. i do not care for the IP of multi-million dollar corporations so don't @ me)

Do you like scented candles or wax melts?

yes! i would be betraying my white womanhood if i said no! 😂 my bf & i are planning on finishing some because we've accummulated quite a few and there's no space for new ones. pumpkin, lemon cake, biscuit, deep dark roses, lavender, a saltier fresh one, a couple of autumn apple ones..............

Do you prefer more manly colognes or perfumes?

not really, no. i think men's fragrances often smell very boring. most of them are 'nice' i guess, but ultimately very boring and lacking nuance. citrus, conifers etc. ultimately it is kind of a dumb idea to gender smells but i'm not really interested in "smelling like a man" in the traditional understanding of the concept. that being said, there are a couple of male-targeted perfumes i would purchase for myself and wear: egoiste by chanel (smells like cough syrup!), dior homme (that powdery lipstick smell i mentioned), dior fahrenheit (gasoline, violets, vanilla?? it's been a while since i smelt it). my dad is a big fan of jean paul gaultier le male and i have to say, the wormwood note intrigues me (it's a component of absinthe) + the lavender and cardamom. as classic male ingredients, i'm a fan of cedar and vetiver, too (idk if patchouli should be in this category as well)

What scents do you prefer on men?

unusual ones! ones that you wouldn't really expect a man to wear! my bf & i sampled habit rouge by guerlain this sunday in sephora and it wore really well on him! so did my baccarat rouge dupe. boozy perfumes are always a hit - surprisingly, in this category, the BENTLEY for men has a really cool rum note and is basically unisex. i know tom ford is overrated and overpriced, but i would be lying if i said i didn't stan. i love so many from their collection, both on me and on my bf: velvet orchid, tobacco vanille, ombre leather, bitter peach (this last one is irresistible). the lost cherry fragrances may be flat and not super complex, but if you LOVE smelling different versions of cherry like i do, you won't need anything else. that almond smell is just mouth-watering i'm sorry

other perfumes from my bf's collection i love are deep forest and red tobacco from mancera, no limits by philipp plein (the bottle looks ridiculous but it smells like sage and that's not really a common note) and patchouli on fire by afnan

Do you prefer your lotions (if you use) to be scented?

yes, absolutely! i'm not a body lotion person (i find it a hassle to keep rubbing them on such a large surface) but who doesn't love a nicely-scented hand cream? i'm not super pretentious here, as long as it absorbs quickly (not a fan of the sticky leftover feel) and it smells "nice", i'm good! love a classic blue container nivea smell

Do you like hair scent sprays?

i like the concept of hair sprays but i have curly/wavy hair and it's not good for me if it has alcohol bc it dries out the curls and ruins the texture so idk. can't say i have tried any

to wrap it up, i also love gourmands in general 😂 i've been working on finishing some bottles to make space for britney spears - fantasy & midnight fantasy - i had them when i was younger and i want to repurchase them out of nostalgia - they're great & smelling like a cupcake is an underrated slay

my dream is to find a lactonic perfume that doesn't break the bank

#lemonleaf.txt #perfumes #ask #anon

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justcallmecj · 3 months ago

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First Devildom Dream Hop

MASTERLIST ~~ PREVIOUS ~~ NEXT

By far the best bedroom I could ever think of, and that means something because I've seen a lot of awesome looking bedrooms in my time.

When Levi was done explaining his plan to me, a plan I refuse to think about right now, he was kind enough to leave his room and (while looking over his shoulder every 5 seconds) lead me to my room. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this.

When I came through the door, I immediately noticed the tree sprouting from the middle of the room. Before even beginning to take in the rest of the room I ran up to the tree and put a hand on the rough bark. It was definitely living, not just some fake tree they modeled into the floor. Hanging from the branches and leafs were tiny little lanterns of varying styles and up hanging from a twisting vine that ran down were platforms that held candles.

The stone walls were covered top to bottom in growing vines and leafs, setting a fantasy like setting to the room, something I actually quite love. I took a moment to sit on the edge of the bed to test it out and it's one of the most comfy beds I've ever felt. That mixed with the giant, fluffy pillows just tells me I'm going to have some great Dream Hopping experiences.

Standing from the bed, I walk around the tree, finding a seating area with a decent sized table, multiple chairs, cabinets, a dresser, and some older looking art on the walls. In the dresser is all my clothing from my house and the shelves and cabinets hold my other belongings. Thankfully I live alone, or all my stuff going missing would make anyone I live with panic.

Behind a door in the back was a bathroom just for me. After taking a shower and getting dressed into comfortable sleeping clothes, I made my way back to the bed and snuggled with the nearest pillows, wrapping the blanket around me tight. Staring at the ceiling, I finally noticed how the room had a slight tinge of purple to it. Glancing at the window, I could just barely make out the slight purple color that turned the moonlight into a purple beam. Such a calming color, perfect right before Dream Hopping.

I felt as exhaustion pulled at my eyelids, tempting me to fall asleep. Soon, I felt the door that led to my Gate Realm. With no hesitation, I let sleep take over and close my eyes, reaching for the door and opening it.

The door opened with no sound. I walked through and took in the familiar sight of my Gate Realm. In no time at all, my eyes adjust to the lighting of the realm. The white vastness that fades into a lilac ombre brings me comfort, finally, I'm somewhere I know. Slowly, the Gates start to appear.

Mirror sized windows pop up around me, but none are close enough for me to see the scenes playing within. So, this will be new. I've never seen the dreams of so many demons. Lets check a few and see what happens. After deciding, I walk towards the closest Gate to where I stood. Looking in, I caught sight of a winged demon flying through a heavily wooded forest. His face was filled with pure excitement and carefree thoughts. Seeing it brought a smile to my face. I stepped away from the Gate, not feeling the need to interfere with the Dreamer.

I decided to check out a few more Gates. Eventually, I'll find the ones belonging to the brothers and Diaviolo, and hopefully, the mystery Daydreamer. That was the plan, until I stumbled over when something pulled at my wrist.

I whipped around after righting myself, but there was nothing there. No person or creature that could have pulled at me. But, when I payed attention again, I felt something wrapped around my wrist. Upon inspection, there was no string or anything there, but the feeling of something being tugged at pulled me forward again.

This is the first time this has happened. Nothing has ever been able to enter my Gate Realm without me bringing it here myself, and I've only ever done that with Zir. I looked back at all the Gates. Nothing seemed to be wrong or out of the ordinary, nothing looking unstable either. But, if somethings here, I need to handle it now, before something happens. The invisible force tugged again. I'll just let it do what it wants. I'll find the source eventually if I follow it.

So, I let the force pull. Now that I put up no resistance, the tugging was gentler, like it was just pulling in a wayward string. I walked with it for a while, passing by many Gates along the way. At some point, the amount of Gates decreased until they were gone as I continued walking. That in itself was strange. The Gate Realm was endless, one could walk for hours in any direction and not meet an end of the Gates, each belonging to a different Dreamer.

I was lost on thought until ramming into a wall I never saw, knocking me back to reality. I tapped the air in front of me where I just ran my face into. My finger hit a wall of some kind, one I couldn't see but couldn't pass through. The tug on my wrist yanked me forward again, forcing my right arm through the wall. I yelped when one final tug pulled the rest of me through.

I tumbled forward with nothing to stop my fall on the other side. I hit the floor face first unfortunately. When I manage to somewhat get myself together again, I stand up and realized I'm no longer in my Gate Realm.

Instead, I find myself in a open space with a black surrounding with faint signs of purples and blues mixed in, kinda like a galaxy, and white doors throughout. Each of the doors had bright, shining blue strings wrapped around the handles. Now looking back at my wrist, I find one of those blue strings knotting around my hand, a little tangled from the fall. While I try and untangle the string from my hand, something catches my attention.

"Ehem" someone from behind me fake coughed. Holy shit!! I whip around and stumble back, not knowing if I was ready to fight or run away from whoever it was. When I finally see the person, I realize it's a demon. The first thing I take in is the tail behind him that thrashed around. The curious part was that the tail, which was black, split into two at the end and faded into a bright teal color.

He wore a nice black and gray undershirt with a black tailcoat that had gold buttons along the inside edges, a singular gold chain bringing to the two sides together at the bottom. The tailcoat flared out to a longer length that had a teal underside. His sleeves, which reached down to his white gloves, puffed with ruffles that also faded into that persistent teal color. Going further up, the neck of his clothes reach his chin and had a section that was ruffles that matched the sleeves.

His dark green hair, which had an oddly longer bang on the side that was also teal and looked to be glowing in the darkness of the room, didn't cover the confusion and irritation in his slightly lighter green eyes. The horns on the sides of his head looked like the skeleton of a pair of wings, and they moved just enough for me to see them flinch when we met eyes.

In his hands was what I assume was the other end of the blue string wrapped around my hand. So he was the one pulling on me. Guess that solves a few things, but it only raises more questions. I stand tall, trying to make it look like I wasn't thinking of thousands of things at once in the current moment.

"Um, hi? I'm Y/N! Nice to meet you." Just be chill about this. Don't anger him until you know where you are and how to get back to the Gate Realm. I hold my hand out for him to shake. He hesitates, like he's just as confused as I am. But, within the blink of an eye, he makes his face go blank with only a clearly feigned politeness in his smile.

"Yes, I know who you are." he says as his own hand reaches out and grips onto mine. His hold is gentle, but firm. We shake once and quickly let go. "I am Barbatos, butler to Lord Diavolo." Oh. I didn't meet him earlier when I first arrived. But where am I now? Did I somehow stumble into a Gate I couldn't see? I managed to catch it as Barbatos' eyes darkened.

"Now, would you mind explaining how you got here?" he asked. Barbatos' hands tightened ever so slightly on the string held in his hands. I followed the string and found where it met a certain point in the black space around us. The blue glow of the string stopped along with the string, like it turned invisible at some point as it hit a wall, one I couldn't see. Is that where I came from? Where is this place, and why is it so close to my Gate realm?

Another fake cough snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Barbatos staring at me expectantly. Did he ask me something? I can't remember. I felt the quite irritation from him increase slightly when I did nothing but stare at him.

I rubbed the back of my neck, laughing nervously. "I'm sorry. Do you mind repeating for me? I accidentally spaced out." Barbatos kept the polite airiness to him but I managed to hear the quiet huff he made.

"Yes. Would you mind explaining how you got here?" he repeated. I went silent. Honestly, I had no clue how I got here. I mean, I don't even know where "here" is!! Deciding that it would really be best to be truthful considering Barbatos is the one in control here, I did just that.

"Well, I don't know. I don't even know where I am right now. Can you tell me what this place is?" I asked. Suddenly, I got a lot more comfortable. I spun around a bit to look at the doors and strings, trying to see what they led to and on what's on the other side. Unfortunately, the doors where blank white and showed nothing. Sorta like Dream Gates from a distance.

Turning back to Barbatos, he looked like he was contemplating something. I felt the uncertainty roll off his body. He's not used to others being here, and it must be a secret to him and only him. Huh. I know the feeling.

Finally, he sighed and looked me in the eyes. "This, Y/N, is a Time Space. I am a demon capable of seeing the past and future. These doors show possible future timelines." I turn to the nearest door. I wanted to open it, just to see what happens, but I felt Barbatos' eyes on me, watching my every move. I decided against it. Besides, the handle to the door was slightly transparent, like it wasn't tangible. I probably couldn't even if I wanted to.

I bring my wondering attention back to Barbatos and the string he was still grasping. Following the line (I felt Barbatos do the same), I discovered that despite the fact that I had already been pulled through, more string still fed through to the other side of the invisible wall. As Barbatos walked towards it to further inspect it, I got the chance to think.

Why would my Gate Realm and Barbatos' Time Space be so close to each other, enough to bring me through the barrier between the two? I thought back to what my mother taught me growing up, hoping that she had told me something that would answer my questions.

I guess she did speak a lot about time in dreams being different from reality. Things may go quicker or slower than normal. But, is that enough to bring the Gate Realm and Time Space this close together? I guess it could be possible, if the Dream Hopper and Time Seer are strong enough.

"-/N, can you hear me?" Barbatos' voice brought me back. I snapped my head towards him. He was standing by the invisible wall with the excess string wrapped around his hand. His tail swayed behind him, showing he was calm with only a slight bit of irritation. I walked over to him and took a bit of the string into my own hand.

"Yeah, I heard you." I say with a smile pointed at him, he returns the gesture. I look back at the string. "Anyway, I came out of this...wall? If that's the case, then that's how I get back." Barbatos' horns jumped a bit at my words. Do they not have a lot of movement? Nope! Back on track, Y/N!!

"Where exactly did you come from, Y/N? As far as I'm aware, you don't posses any magic, let alone the power to force your way into my Time Space." Barbatos' brows furrowed in thought, until I laughed that is.

"Um, wasn't it you-" I jabbed a finger at him, "-who was pulling the string? So, really, it was you who forced me here." I stuck my tongue out at him. Was it the best choice to risk angering a demon? No. But, just on the other side of this wall, I could feel the Dream Gates waiting there, so I wasn't far from my Dream Realm.

I had...maybe not the smartest thought come to mind, but my life is honestly full of dumb decisions, so whatever. "Well, Barbatos, would you like to come see where?" I smiled and held out a hand to him. Omg what are you doing? You've never had anyone in your Dream Realm, well, except for Zir, but still!!! Why are you inviting a demon you literally just met!!!!!

Because I'm dumb, that's why.

Barbatos looked hesitant, which is fair. He looked back at the string feeding through to the other side of the wall and, slowly, resolution settled onto his face and aura. Without looking away from the wall, he gently placed his hand in mine. Wow, this is oddly romantic, huh? STAY FOCUSED Y/N!!!

So, taking this as permission, I harshly tugged him (payback for earlier with the string) and hoped my plan would work. Thankfully, when I rushed forward, I didn't face plant into a solid wall. Instead, I fell through, like it was an vertical facing pool of water, and Barbatos surprisingly let himself fall through as well.

When we popped out the other side, I was met with the familiar sight of the vast, white expanse and the far off shapes of Dream Gates. I turned to look at Barbatos to see his reaction. He held his free hand over his eyes, trying to adjust from the dark Time Space to the bright Dream Realm. When he put his hand down I explained what was happening to him.

"This, Barbatos, is my Dream Realm." Still not letting go of his hand (reaction from being here with Zir), I started making my way towards the Dream Gates in the distance. To my surprise, Barbatos made no effort to pull away or go in a different direction, he just followed right next to me. I felt the curiosity roll off of him. He wants to explore.

So, while we stayed silent during the walk, I lead him closer to the Dream Gates. Finally, Barbatos spoke up. "You're not a normal human, are you, Y/N?" his words were clear, despite it being a question, it was more of a statement. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Nope!" I answered with a pop to the 'p'. I looked at him, not faltering in my steps, and smiled again, but I didn't give him an answer. Instead, I continued with the walk and tried to hold back the chuckle when he sighed in frustration. Finally we reached a more dense cluster of Dream Gates. The Dream Gate to his left caught his eye. It showed a demon going on a romantic date with her partner.

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you? And, what are these...things around us?" His eyes flickered to another Dream Gate, this one showing the Dreamer lazying around in a tree until something in the distance spooked them and they fell out of their comfy napping spot.

I turned to be able to face him, also watching the events going on in the dream. "Well, I'm a Dream Hopper." Barbatos pulled his eyes away from the dream and over to me. Even if I didn't look at him, I could see his face in my peripherals. He looked truly confused. Guess he's never heard of us.

I decided to meet his eyes. I stopped for a moment to try and identify the emotions he was giving off. Confusion. Curiosity. Skepticism. All fair emotions to be having right now.

"I'm still human, but I just have powers over dreams." I explained. He raised an eyebrow at me. Well, guess I'm gonna have to explain things now. [Sigh], here we go again. I spotted another Dream Gate further off, one with a familiar demon prince in it, and decided to drag Barbatos over to it.

When we stopped in front of the Dream Gate, in which Barbatos ignored in favor of staring at me, I stopped him and started to explain Dream Hoppers to him. I explained that we are definitely human, just with a unique magic. We spend the time people are usually dreaming Dream Hopping through our own individual Dream Realms/Gate Realms and exploring.

I offhandedly answered a few questions he flew at me, but most of my attention was on the Dream Gate right next to us. I watched as the man on the inside remembered little memories from his childhood, some were happy, some were sad. Some were of when he was young, some when he was a little older. I don't quite know what the dream looks like to him, but to me it looks like a montage of memories the main character has when the villain has them beat, right before their determination allows them to power up and beat the villain instead.

I sensed when Barbatos figured out I was only have paying attention to him and followed my eyes to the Dream Gate. He froze when he saw the demon on the inside, specifically when a memory of said demon and Barbatos playing a game of tag when he was young. Barbatos watched the memory, and I felt as he fell into a state of nostalgia. It was sweet to think about, that Barbatos was reminiscing like a parent looking through an old photo album.

I shuffled closer to him, which caused him to tense, and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Wanna go in? Wanna see what dreams are like from the other side?" He tensed further, but then shifted into thinking. I made sure I used words that may interest him. Vague, but giving just enough to intrigue. After some time of thinking, Barbatos' hand finally left his chin and he faced me with a look in his eyes. There were no words said, but the answer was given.

I grabbed Barbatos by the wrist, which he put up no resistance against, and tugged him through the Dream Gate. He yelped when a bright light flashed and he fell through.

"So, what do you think, Barbatos?" I asked. My hands landed on my hips when I swung around to face the demon of time. I found him hunched over, out of breath and heaving to fill his lungs. Despite his current condition, he looked up at me and smiled, a smile with some genuine intent behind it.

"It's...certainly different from what I'm used to." he admitted. It's been a while since we entered Diavolo's Dream Gate, and since, I've dragged Barbatos through about a dozen more. He finally caught his breath and stood straight. My attention was quickly brought to the gate we just exited. Inside was a women with pink and purple hair, in a cave surrounded my floating candles, watching all of them with a strange fascination. We didn't spend a lot of time in there.

It was a whisper off in the distance that pulled at my attention. My head whipped around on instinct, leaving a slight pounding in my brain. That all to familiar itch returned, albeit different this time. The itch is usually when I sense a Dreamer when I'm awake. But, it usually disappears when I come to my Dream Realm. But this time, the itch returned, muffled and distant.

I forced my eyes to sharpen, to be able to see farther into the crowd of Dream Gates. I distantly heard Barbatos call my name, but I ignored him. While scanning the Dream Gates, one very, very far off one caught my eyes. When I honed in on it, the itch got more violent, like I physically needed to scratch it lest it get worst. I think I may have actually put a hand to my head and scratched my scalp, but I may not have.

Honestly, all thought left my brain. The only thing there was the whispered words of 'over here' and 'this way'. The voice, if it could even be called that, sounded like it was under water or behind a thick wooden door, I couldn't quite tell which. Whatever the conditions, it was being blocked behind something. And, while I could see the dreams of the neighboring gates, this one was fuzzy, unclear.

Mindlessly, I grabbed Barbatos' hand again and intertwining our fingers. Then, I pulled him forward as I sped walked towards the strange gate.

I don't know how long the walk actually was or how many times Barbatos tried to get my attention, but I just knew I had to get to that dream...to that Dreamer.

Upon arrival, I found that the gate really was blurry and fuzzed out. I could see large splotches of color but no clear image. No sound came from the gate itself, like how some other dreams can leak sound into the Dream Realm if I try and listen. But, there was still that insistent voice ringing in my head, only now, it was louder. Barbatos' voice, which was already in the distance, was quickly flooded out as the voice kept repeating itself. 'In here'. 'Help'. I'm stuck'.

My thoughts cleared just enough to try and think. Is it a nightmare? Why is the Gate blurry? Why can't I hear? What's going on in there? No probable answers came to mind. This has never happened before, I've never been not able to read a Dream Gate.

My hand reached forward on it's own, trying to reach through the Dream Gate. When the tips of my fingers touched the surface of the liquid-like gate, a sharp, painful, terrifying zap jolted through my fingers into my hand and up my arm before it stopped right at the base of my neck.

I yelped and frantically pulled my hand back where I cradled it against my chest. I lost my footing as the whispers in my head quieted down and the strange fog in my head which I didn't realized was there dissipated. Warm arms caught me and wrapped themselves around my back, stopping my inevitable fall. I looked up to see Barbatos' green eyes, filled with concern, staring back at me. He helped me straighten up again before taking my hand to examine it for injuries.

"Are you hurt? What happened? Does your hand hurt." he flung question after question. My eyes went back to the offending Dream Gate but I answered. A head shake. A shrug. A head shake.

Most of my attention was not on Barbatos and his questions, but on the fuzzy Dream Gate. Now the Gate was surrounded by sparkling, dark blue colored magic, powerful magic at that. I could literally feel the old, resounding power that the sparkles held. Upon further inspection, the sparkles created a barrier around the Dream Gate, blocking off anyone, whether they be from the outside...or inside.

Barbatos tapped his fingers against my skull, pulling my attention back to him. His fretting had finally stopped, meaning now he just looked concerned, and like he was waiting for answers. Unfortunately, those are answers I don't know, questions I can't answer.

Something about me, whether it be the hesitance in my stance, the confusion in my eyes or the incredulous expression on my face, it stopped Barbatos from asking me anything. Instead, resolution settled on his face and he gently took hold of my hand, the one that wasn't shocked by the magic, and started towing me back the way we came.

I wasn't all there. Part of my mind was still staring at the sparkling blue magic around the Dream gate, another part was searching through countless memories of Dream Hopping and conversations with my mother, trying to find even the smallest explanation for what was going on, but it came up blank. The rest of my brain, a small part in full honesty, was walking along side Barbatos, past all the Dream Gates until the number of them around us became smaller and smaller. Back to the Time Space.

Now that I'm paying a bit more attention, I can feel the tingles in my fingers. When that happens, it's time to start waking up. Time to go find the door back to the split second of actual sleep until I wake up for the day. I guess it is a good thing Barbatos decided it's time to cut things off. It may take me a while to find the door back to the Awoken Realm.

When all of my brain decides to return to me, I found Barbatos and I coming up on the glowing blue string that we had apparently abandoned when we fell through the invisible wall. Speaking of which, the string was now tightly wrapped around a metal ring sticking out of the ground which wasn't there before. The string then led to where I assume the wall is, because it suddenly disappears at some point.

I walked over and pulled at the string a little. It was pulled taunt and didn't budge an inch. Barbatos came and placed a soft hand on the string, following it all the way to the wall. He then turned to look at me, causing me to do the same.

We shared a quite moment where we just smiled at each other. Barbatos seemed to have actually had a fun time tonight. I could tell when we first met that he's a guarded man, he keeps to himself and acts the role he was given when in front of anyone, which is a skill I can respect. But, I think practically forcing him to go on a bunch of strange adventures within the time span of a couple hours loosened him up a bit, let him bring down a few walls to see what's on the other side.

"Well, I guess this is where we part, Barbatos." I said almost wistfully. I wanted to spend more time with him. Show him a few more things, you know? But, the tingling in my fingers is getting stronger and I need to go find the door.

"I guess it is, Y/N. But, it was a lot of fun running around in the dreams. Thank you for inviting me." he finished with a slight bow, an action that embarrassed me a little. He placed the flat of his hand against the wall and it started melting around him, again like a pool of water.

"If you ever want to go Dream Hooping with me again, just come through. I'll be able to tell if you enter. " He laughed a bit, which made me feel some sort of accomplishment. "But you may need to wait for me to find you." I added.

He nodded silently and pushed his hand further into the wall until it was up to his shoulder. "I'll see you sometime soon, Y/N" he said. His tail swayed contently behind him and his horns flapped just a little bit more than they have this entire time.

I waved him off and eventually, he was gone, returned back to his Time Space. I was left with a few minutes to myself after that.

I hope I didn't throw off his sleep schedule. But, he is a demon, he may not need to sleep like humans do. Plus, he didn't look tired when he left.

But the more pressing matter is that Dream Gate with the magic...I quickly decided not to tire myself with thinking, for my own sake. For now, I'll leave it as a matter for a different night. I felt a shockingly violent tingle travel from my fingers to my wrist. Fine, I'll start searching. I huffed a breath and went on my way.

When I finally tracked down the door to Awoken Realm, a door that just loves to move around on it's own, I walked through and did what I could to forget the strange Dream Gate.

I hope you got a good picture for what Dream Hopping is like and how I'm gonna set up Y/N and Barbatos' relationship with each other. I just realized I never posted the last two chapters for this fic so I'm fixing that now. I will have one more chapter to post after this and then it's waiting for me to write the newest one.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #Dream Hopper!reader #justcallmecj fics

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Blackthorn Chapter 11 Teaser | M.YG

Summary: Agust has taken over but Prince Yoongi comes back to his senses.

a/n: unbetaed (will be betaed when it is posted). just a quick look into what is to come next Friday. Agust finally has some screen time! Minors please do not interact with my stories. It weird and wrong.

a/n 2: as always character asks are open for anyone in the story. Feel free to chat em up. Here are questions that have already been asked.

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“Enter!” The Princess’ voice was light but strong as she pushed the Prince away and slipped off his desk. As her feet touched the floor, the Prince removed his robe and swung it over her body. The scent of sage and ginger, potent and all consuming wrapped around the Princess and she sat in the Prince’s chair while he stood beside her, nude from the waist up for all to see.

The door to the Prince’s chambers opened and the servants stepped in with trays of food. They all kept their eyes on the table in front of them as they set down the trays and hurried out the room with low bows. The thunk of the closed doors echoed in the silence and the Princess hugged the robe over her shoulders tighter to her body.

“We should eat.” She rose to her feet and the Prince grabbed her arm. “My, Pric-”

“Now, now Treasure. Let us continue what we-”

She looked up into golden eyes and pulled her arm free, “Sit down and eat, Agust. I will not repeat myself again.”

Agust clicked his tongue and offered the Princess his hand. His nails were ombre black and pointed, no longer pale and blunt. A patch of black scales sat on his wrist and caught the light of the candle. As the Princess looked at him, she could see the clear differences between her Prince and the dragon within. Agust was blade-like, razor sharp in both mind and body. Smooth, cold…deadly. Whereas the Prince was more well…like a Pallas cat. Fierce and silent with looks to die for but oh, so soft…if you got close enough.

As she placed her hand in Agust’s, she shivered. Ceyeh fluttered deep in her heart, called to the Princess to watch herself and screamed that danger was too close. Silver, a shade that rivaled the moon, started to leak into the Princess’ eyes. Danger. Danger. Danger.

“Are you afraid of me, Treasure?”

“Should I be?”

A low rumble sound from his chest and he led the Princess to the settee in the sitting room. They sat beside each other with three feet between them and Agust kept his eyes on the Princess. She ignored him, focused on making a plate that she knew the Prince would enjoy.

“Eat.” She held the plate out towards Agust and he stared at the small pile of food. It was nothing that he did not have before but the way it was placed. Agust’s flicked his eyes from the plate to the Princess’ face and stared into her silvery brown orbs.

“What is the name of your spirit, Treasure?”

“Eat.” The Princess refused to answer the question because Ceyeh told her not to give her name. Something about Agust put the bird spirit on edge and that worried the Princess. Agust took the plate and sat back against the arm of the settee. He kept his eyes on the Princess the whole time she made her own plate and they ate in silence. Little by little the patches of black scales faded and gold gave way to onyx. By the time the plates were clear, the Prince was once again himself and he laid on the settee with the Princess in his arms.

Her head rested on his chest, her ear right above his heart as he unbraided the Princess’ hair and coiled the smaller braids around his fingers. Seeing the Princess in his robe while he only wore a pair of dark blue sleep pants made him inhale deeply. Tangerine and sage, honey and ginger…a mixture he had come to love in such a short amount of time.

“Forgive me, Princess?” His voice broke the silence and the Princess’ breath froze. “Forgive me for I am not strong enough to keep such a monster at bay. I think that Agust would not harm you but even I cannot predict his thoughts.”

“You have nothing to be forgiven for, my Prince.” Princess Keena lifted her head and rested a hand over the Prince’s heart before she placed her chin on top. “I entered your chambers of my own free will. I knew what a late night visit would suggest and yet here I am.” Her eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the room as she walked her fingers up the Prince’s chest, neck, jaw and tapped his nose playfully. “I am here and I am safe with you.”

The Prince grabbed her wrist gently and slid his fingers upward until he was able to laces their fingers together. He stared at their entwined hands thoughtfully before he spoke,“Aga will have my head for this.”

“For what? A late night meal?”

He huffed a laugh at the Princess’ words and shook his head, “For this.” He flipped their bodies easily. Now that he hovered over the Princess, settled between her legs, he leaned forwards and inhaled their mingled breath. His eyes asked a silent question and the Princess nodded her head, “Words, Princess.”

“Words.” The Princess’ voice was playful and teasing as she stared up at the blond above her with a smile on her lips.

Prince Yoongi’s hair dropped from over his shoulder and untucked from behind his ear. The long locs created a blond curtain that hid them from view and as he leaned down, he growled deep within his chest.

“Amusing.”

His lips pressed down, soft and sure. Fermented fruit, lingered on his tongue and as he licked at the seam of her lips, he wondered what she would taste. Faint traces of butter cream made him sink into the kiss. Smooth, sweet, delicious. Their lips pressed harder and harder, hands touched and searched for more and more skin. It wasn’t enough, he wanted to drink her in, swallow her whole. His lungs hurt, begged and pleaded for oxygen and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to break away. Warm hands, pressed against his chest and their lips slipped. The rush of air that swooshed down his throat was dizzying and the Prince found himself staring down at the Princess.

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