#rex brown x female reader

[the-lone-writer94]

We'll Meet Again (Part 5)

Rex Brown x Female Reader

Summary: Finally, the night has come where you and Rex are getting some alone time together... but will everything turn out just the way you had planned, or will chaos be unleashed?

Age rating: 18+ *Mature*

Word count: 2,839

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I had splashed water across my face about five times already. I constantly peered down at my wristwatch as I counted down the minutes until Rex would arrive. Earlier, I had even found my way into my mom’s liquor cabinet, taking several swigs of whiskey. The poison burned my insides, and made me woozy and funny. 

I stalked to my bedroom where I had spent most of the afternoon changing my bedsheets and shoving the junk I had scattered around my bedroom into the closet. I stood back as I admired my work, and cocked my head to the side, it was the best I could do. 

As I stood in front of my mirror I inspected the outfit I had on, it wasn’t anything over the top. Just a simple black tank top and denim shorts, exposing my bare legs. I remembered how Rex’s fingers liked to caress my thighs, and the way he guided my legs opened. Just the very thought of it sent electrical impulses through me. 

I shook my head, trying to push away the picture perfect moment I had envisioned in my mind. There obviously was one thing that had taunted me the moment I had met Rex. And, it had been something I had constantly thought about. Clearly, I desired for him… all of him. 

All of a sudden, I heard the sound of the doorbell echo through the house. Practically prancing towards the front door, I yanked it open. 

Rex stood before me, he wore a white short sleeve shirt, with the edges rolled up which was unbuttoned revealing his bare chest. It was then that I noticed how hairy his body was, which somehow caused a tingling sensation between my legs. He had on tight blue jeans and leather boots. Rex’s honey blonde hair was fluffier and fanned out, which I could have only assumed he had washed and combed it out recently. 

“Hey,” he said as he stepped towards me and planted a kiss on my lips. 

I stepped aside, to allow him into the house before I closed the door behind me. Immediately, I felt the nerves reaching me and my palms began to sweat, and rubbed my hands against my denim shorts. 

“Do you want anything to drink?” I asked. 

“Sure. A soda, maybe.” 

“My mom’s got some beer… or if you prefer the hard stuff?” I wasn’t sure what I was trying to do, perhaps believing that the alcohol would somehow calm my edge. 

“Yeah, a beer then. I guess.” Rex responded. 

“Alright,” I said as I began to stalk towards the kitchen, I paused and added, “why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” As I gestured towards the couch. 

Moments later, I returned back into the living room with the drinks. I watched as Rex was seated on the couch, his legs wide apart as his arm was slouched on the armrest. I stepped towards Rex and handed him his beer, which he immediately took and slid the contents through his lips. I took the seat beside him as we drank in silence. 

An awkward silence lingered in the air, and I wasn’t sure why we sat beside each other like we were strangers. Although Rex was only a mere inch away from me, it seemed as though we were oceans apart. 

I cleared my throat. “So-” Rex and I both said in unison. 

“After you.” He said and gestured to me. 

I shook my head. “No, no, what were you gonna say?” 

“Nothing.” Rex added. 

I released a sigh. “Why is this so awkward?” 

Rex exhaled. “I have no idea. You’d think that because we finally have alone time together, it’ll be a relief.” 

My lips pressed together, as I contemplated long and hard. “Perhaps, it’s the thrill of possibly getting caught?” I suggested. 

Rex cocked his head to the side. “Maybe.” He agreed. 

I set down the glass of beer onto the coffee table, as I edged towards Rex. “Alright, let’s put it this way… imagine we’re at the Fotomat kiosk right now… what do you wanna do?” I asked. 

Rex’s thick eyebrows averted upwards, as a string of thoughts formed in his mind. “Well… I would do this.” He said, as he closed the gap between us, his hand rested on the side of my face and he planted a kiss on my cheek first before his lips found mine. 

Immediately, deepening the kiss, my lips parted and Rex slipped his tongue into mine. Rex’s hands found its way on my waist, as he drew me in closer towards him. I moaned into him, as my fingers entwined in his hair. Slowly, I shifted in my position as my leg swung over Rex’s body as I straddled him. Our tongues continued to dance against each other, as his hands went up and down, then down and up along the sides of my waist. Whilst my hands cupped his face, I lowered my position so that my crotch was against his as I gently rubbed and grinded against him. 

Rex released a moan and his jaw clenched, whilst his breaths were in low and heavy sighs. Suddenly, his hands were plastered against my ass as he pulled me in closer towards him, as I continued to grind against him. 

The palm of my hand laid flat on Rex’s chest, as my fingers curled against his dark chest hair, the nails dug into his skin leaving faint red marks. My hips continued to move back and forth, then forth and back, as I held in my breath, my grip continued to press down onto Rex’s chest. 

Beneath me, I felt the bulge that formed in his pants as I paused, my hand slowly slithered down Rex’s body as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. 

Rex cleared his throat, I stared at him through my eyelashes and I watched as the expression shifted on his face. “Hmm-” 

“Rex?” I asked, as I proceeded with caution. 

“There’s something-'' he began, and then paused, his gaze averted mine. 

“What?” I asked, as my brows furrowed. 

He released a nervous chuckle. “I… um-” 

My gaze locked with his, I watched as his eyes drifted away from me. Beads of sweat had begun to form on his forehead, his lips quivered as he tried to release the words from his lips but no matter how hard he tried, the words just did not form. 

Suddenly, something clicked inside of my mind. I gasped, “Rex, are you a virgin?” 

“Hmm… yeah,” he stuttered. 

“Wha- but, wait… how is that possible?” Finally, I managed to utter the words, “you’re such a great guy, though.” 

“It isn’t that I’ve never had the chance…” he defended, “I just never met the right girl.” He shrugged. 

“Wow… I mean, that’s really sweet.” I responded. 

“I’ve never met the right girl… until now.” He said, as his hand reached up to cup the side of my face. 

My lips curved upwards as I smiled, allowing Rex’s words to sink in. I drew myself closer to him as our lips pressed against each other, before I retreated and removed myself from him. My hand found his as I pulled him up. “Come on,” I said. 

He allowed me to guide him through my house. “Where are we going?” 

“To my bedroom.” 

We reached the threshold of my bedroom, as I pushed open the door. Immediately, Rex’s hands were all over me as he backed me against the wall. His lips found mine, as my lips parted allowing his tongue to slip inside. Suddenly, my hands reached down towards his ass as I grabbed down onto it, which caused him to jump. 

“Woah,” he said and laughed. 

“I love this cute small little ass.” I said as my hands continued to squeeze onto Rex’s ass. 

Rex chuckled. “I have no ass. I used to get paddled every fucking day at school.” 

“No, my poor baby,” I commented, “I guess you wouldn’t like being paddled now, huh?” I asked, and smirked. 

“I’d rather be the one holding the paddle.” He said, as he cocked an eyebrow. 

Before we knew it, Rex and I were seated on the edge of the bed. His hands rested on my waist as my fingers were entwined in his hair, as we our tongues continued to dance against each other. 

It wasn’t at that moment where I suddenly felt a twinge of unease, knowing the road we were heading down. It wasn’t that I hadn’t slept with anyone before, but that act had been nothing but a meaningless encounter, which had ended in a heartbeat. I deeply cared for Rex, and I wanted this moment to last and to mean something. 

Suddenly, I drew back as Rex stared at me in confusion. “Hang on.” I said, as I removed myself from the bed. 

I opened my wardrobe as I drew out a leopard print chiffon scarf and hung it over the floor lamp in the corner of my room, before I crossed over to the other side and switched off the room light, allowing the faint glow to illuminate the room. 

“What are you doing?” Rex asked. 

“Just setting the mood,” I responded, as nonchalantly as I possibly could, and added, “I’m gonna put on some music.” 

I stood before my dresser, which was covered in various items from cans of hairspray to my make-up, as I pushed them aside and adjusted my beat up record player. Flipping it open, my fingers curled over the records I had left in a cardboard box on the floor, which I still hadn’t properly unpacked. Carefully I placed the vinyl record onto the turntable and slid the stylus into place, moments later the rhythmic guitar sounds from Led Zeppelin’s Since I’ve Been Loving You filled the room, as I spun and stalked towards Rex. 

The expression on his face softened and he released a low chuckle. Immediately, we both found our nerves leaving our body, as I straddled him once again. Our fingers curled and entwined into each other. I lowered my mouth onto his, but after several moments his hands suddenly gripped down onto my waist as he turned me, placing my back onto the bed as he climbed on top of me, his beautiful ​​luscious locks hung down as they grazed my skin. Then, his hand reached up and caressed the side of my face. My breathing quickened, as my back arched upwards from his touch. Slowly, his hand draped across my shoulder as his finger hooked underneath the strap of my tank top. 

Gently, he slid the strap down, before his fingers trailed across my collarbone, as he did the same with the other strap. He lowered his head down onto my neck as he left a trail of kisses along the side of my neck. I moaned into him, as my fingers reached up into his hair pushing it behind his ear. His mouth found my lips one last time, before he slowly slithered down my body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way, as he paused by my hips. He peered up at me through his eyelashes, before his fingers lingered on the button on my denim shorts, he carefully unbuttoned them, sliding down the zipper.

I moaned. “Do it.” I breathed. 

He softly pulled away my denim shorts and cast them aside, leaving me in my silky black panties. Suddenly, I was reminded of the time we had spent in the diner, the way his fingers pleasured me, which immediately sent electrical impulses coursing through my veins. 

Then, he removed my panties and suddenly I felt very exposed. His hands planted against my thighs as he guided my legs apart, he stared at me through his eyelashes again before he lowered his mouth down onto me. His warm tongue grazed on my entrance, my back arched upwards and my hand gripped down onto the corner of my pillow, as I felt his tongue continue to go in up and down, then circular motions. I tried to sit up, as my fingers found its way knotted in his hair as I grabbed a fistful and tugged onto it. 

Rex’s hands gripped down on the side of my thighs harder as his tongue continued to glide on my entrance. Moans continued to be released from between my lips, as my thighs gently squished down onto his head, just when I was about to reach pleasure, Rex paused as he pulled away. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingertips as he hovered over me. 

My hands immediately went towards his jeans as I unbuttoned them. Once he had removed his pants and shirt, casting them aside, I hurriedly took off my tank top. My hand slithered down his hairy body as my mouth watered as my finger trailed downwards and cupped his bulge. 

His body planted against mine as gently lowered me down onto the bed, just then he shifted as he reached to grab his pants which had been thrown onto the ground. 

“Wait a minute.” He said, as he fumbled in the pockets of his pants and drew out a condom. 

“You came prepared, I see.” I smirked. 

He shrugged and smiled. 

I sat up as my fingers hooked into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, as Rex slipped out of them, before he tore the wrapper of the condom. Once he had placed it onto himself, he knelt before me as I spread my legs apart for him. Slowly, I felt him entering me and I grabbed down onto the side of my pillow. 

At first, Rex thrusted in me slowly, until he began to move faster and faster. He grunted and groaned, as his hands gripped onto the wooden headboard of my bed for support. His thrusts grew harder and harder into me, as I felt the headboard continuously slammed against the wall. No doubt that would leave a dent. 

“Rex.” I called his name, as he too breathlessly called mine. 

His hands then gripped onto the sides of my waist, as I continued to feel him inside of me. Rex lowered his body as his locks of hair tickled my face, I wrapped my arms around his neck as I pulled him closer down towards me, as he carried on thrusting. I moaned into him, as he grunted, then moments later we both reached euphoria. 

Rex released a sigh, as his chest heaved and his breathing quickened. He pulled away and slumped down onto the bed beside me. His body was covered in sweat and his hair had matted against the sweat. 

We laid there for what felt like an eternity, as I shifted onto my side, my fingers danced along his hairy chest. 

“I hope that I wasn’t too rusty for my first time.” He commented. 

I leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. “It was perfect.” 

A smile flashed across Rex’s face as he wrapped his arm around me. The vinyl record had long ago stopped playing, and we enjoyed the silence together. 

In the distance, I heard the faint sounds of shuffling. My body tensed as my gaze drifted around the room. 

“Do you hear that?” I asked. 

“What?” Rex responded in confusion. 

Suddenly, I sat up as my eyes narrowed. “Seriously,” I mentioned, as I grabbed the duvet sheet and wrapped it around my body. 

The sound of the shuffling continued, followed by several thumps. I dropped the duvet and slipped back on my tank top and denim shorts. 

Rex removed himself from my bed as he put on his jeans, and shoes, not bothering to put on a shirt. 

“Yeah, now I hear something.” Rex added. 

I stalked out of the bedroom as I followed the sound which emerged from beyond the hallways. The moment I stepped into the living room, my heart lurched forward. In that second, I didn’t even have a moment to react and stop what was about to unfold. As I watched Scarlet push open my front door.

“What are you doing?” I asked, the sheer panic had already consumed me. 

“You said your mom was outta town, I thought we could have a party.” Scarlet explained, then added, “I know you leave a spare key under your mat. I wanted to surprise you.” 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Rex asked as he emerged. 

Scarlet’s mouth opened, as her gaze jumped between Rex and myself. “Oh my god!” Scarlet exclaimed. 

Just then, I watched as Tom, Rob and finally Billy had entered my house. Trapped like rats, we had nowhere to run, as Billy’s eyes narrowed at the very sight of Rex and I. His jaw clenched and his fists curled into a ball. “What the fuck?” Billy hissed. 

And just like that, the secret had been revealed. The sanctuary and sliver of paradise that I had created with Rex had been shattered.

[nahoney22]

hi hello I don’t know how to use tumblr but your blog convinced me (I had no idea there was such a gold mine of E V E R Y T H I N G on tumblr whew). Anyway I’m a slut for some slow burn romance, can I request something with Echo? Maybe reader has known him since 501st days and liked him since, and learning he lived and joined the bad batch just made her NEED to find him again? Ps I love you, you’re a beautiful soul ok bye

All Roads Lead to You

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 1.7k

Learning from Rex that Echo was alive, you knew you had to find him and after so many years and confess how you really feel for him before it’s too late again.

warnings: Fluff, cute reunion, mutual pining, friends to lovers, first kiss, brief mentions of Echo at the citadel, mentions of death. Safe for work. Female reader. Not proofread.

authors note: oh my darling @burningfieldof-clover I’m so sorry for the delay 🙈 this got lost in my drafts. Enjoy 🤍

"Hey, are you alright?"

Rex's voice reached your ears, but the words remained trapped in your throat. You stood there, rooted to the spot, a whirlwind of emotions raging within you. Tears welled up in your eyes as a million thoughts raced through your mind. Then again, how does one react to the miraculous news that the man you had loved for countless years, the man you had believed to be lost forever, was now alive?

It took the gentle wave of a hand in front of your face to snap you out of your daze. Blinking back your tears, you focused on Rex, who wore a concerned expression. "You okay?"

"Echo's alive?" you finally managed to croak out, your voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and hope.

A soft, reassuring smile graced Rex's lips as he nodded. "Yes, he's alive. He's been with another squad for quite some time now."

The shock of the revelation left you struggling to grasp the reality of the moment. Rex had delivered this life- news with such casual ease, unaware of the immense significance it held for you. He couldn't possibly fathom the depths of your feelings for the Arc Trooper.

Rex guided you to a quiet spot and began to unravel the incredible story of Echo's survival. To your horror, he painted a vivid picture of the ordeal Echo had endured from the Techno Union, how he was rescued and his choice about joining another squad. You truly had no ideal to cope with all this information, other than stare at Rex dumbfounded.

You had abandoned your position within the GAR years ago, unable to bear the pain of Echo's supposed death. But now, a chance had emerged, a chance to find Echo and to finally confess the love you had hidden away for years. However, the question of whether it was too late, whether Echo even held the same feelings for you, loomed large. But you had to find out one way or another. “How do I find Clone Force 99?”

Rex had been kind enough to provide you with the coordinates of the last known location Echo was heading to, and you had promptly booked a shuttle to get there. The journey was arduous, with doubt gnawing at your thoughts the entire way. Your mind whispered that this might be a foolish mistake, but the need to see Echo, to confirm his existence with your own eyes, outweighed all hesitation.

As the shuttle touched down on the unfamiliar planet, you felt a sense of disorientation and timid uncertainty. You questioned whether you should first explore your surroundings or make an attempt to find Echo yourself.

However, your gaze was drawn to the vast expanse of the ocean. It had been too long since you had witnessed such natural beauty, the sun's gentle rays dancing on the water's surface. The clean, fresh air was a stark contrast to the stuffy atmosphere of the deeper levels of Coruscant. You had overheard that this planet served as a refuge for many after the Clone Wars, and it seemed like the perfect place for it.

Lost in contemplation, you were brought back to the present by the presence of a small girl standing beside you, her bright brown eyes and short blonde hair catching your attention. She gazed up at you and inquired, "Are you okay?"

You offered her a warm smile and nodded. "Yeah, thanks. Just... taking it all in."

She eagerly inquired, "I love it here. Are you visiting someone or staying?"

Your soft laughter filled the air as you found her nosiness to be quite charming. Truth be told, you didn't see a reason to hide the purpose of your visit. "Visiting someone."

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Who? Maybe I know them?" Her eagerness was infectious, and you couldn't help but notice the familiarity in her eyes, a certain resemblance that tugged at your memories.

You began to answer, "Alright, he's called Ec—"

But before you could finish, a commanding voice interrupted, "Omega, come. We need to get going." The voice sent a shockwave through your heart, and your breath caught in your throat. It was a voice you had longed to hear, one you thought you'd never hear again.

Omega let out a sigh and offered you an apologetic look before turning and hurrying to the source of the voice. As you turned to see the speaker, your heart skipped a beat. Echo stood there, so different yet unmistakably the same. His gaze on you was strong, as if trying to piece a picture together of who you were.

"But Echo, I was helping her find someone," Omega protested, gesturing towards you. Her words were distant as Echo's gaze locked onto yours, trying to recognise the changes in your appearance from the last time he had seen you. Your hair, clothing, and your civilian guise had replaced the uniformed visage he remembered.

Interrupting the profound moment, Omega's question rang out, but both you and Echo remained captivated by the connection rekindled in that shared gaze. Soon, the other members of Echo’s squad gathered by Omega's side.

Hunter's curiosity was piqued as he observed the unfolding interaction, and he couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" Omega simply shrugged, her eyes trained on Echo and you.

With a few more tentative steps, Echo closed the distance between you, his head tilted slightly as if to analyse you, to confirm that it was really you. Your voice quivered as you managed to say, "Hi, Echo," and he echoed your name in a soft, heartfelt tone.

A warm smile graced his lips as he admitted, "I can't believe it's you."

A gentle, albeit slightly teasing, response escaped your lips. "I could say the same."

Finally, the emotional barrier gave way, and you found yourselves locked in each other's arms, holding each other as though afraid to let go. "

I've missed you so much," you whispered into his chest, your glistening eyes revealing the depths of your longing. The tears threatened to spill, impossible to hold back any longer.

And then, an unexpected comment from one of Echo's companions, "I didn't know Echo had a girlfriend,” broke the tender moment and you could not help but laugh.

“Let me introduce you to the others,” Echo pulls out of the hug, offers you a reassuring smile and guides you to his new comrades.

Later that evening after some good, really good food, yourself and Echo take a walk down by the shore. Making small talk and catching up on everything you both have missed, it felt like nothing changed between you both. It was everything you could have hoped for.

"I really can't believe you're here," Echo chuckled, a sense of disbelief lingering in his voice. "I never thought I'd see you again."

A soft smile graced your lips as you matched his pace, coming to a stop as you spoke. "Me either."

Then, with a touch of hesitation, you blurted out, "So, uh, are you seeing anybody?" The question took even you by surprise, and it seemed to have a similar effect on Echo. His curiosity was piqued as he observed your flustered expression.

He folded his arms over his chest, shaking his head. "No, are you?"

Your reply came swiftly, perhaps a bit too swiftly for your liking. "No." You didn't give yourself a chance to consider the implications of your response, and Echo didn't press further.

His next question, however, held a hint of teasing, and his voice carried a subtle tone of curiosity. "Oh yeah? And why's that?" It seemed as though he was studying you, and for a brief moment, you thought he might have moved a bit closer, but it was hard to tell if it was just your imagination.

Your breath wavered as you gazed into Echo's eyes, your heart racing just like the first time you had ever met him. It felt like the right moment to lay bare the truth, to let him in on the emotions that had been tucked away for far too long.

"I have feelings," you began, your voice steady but your eyes now avoiding his, "for you. I have feelings for you."

Echo's eyes widened, and he blinked in astonishment, his words caught in his throat as he grappled with the unexpected confession. "You have feelings," he repeats, taking a step closer, his voice barely more than a whisper, "for me?"

You dipped your head, nodding as you ran a hand through your hair nervously. "I always have, Echo. I've loved you for so, so many years." The truth hung in the air between you, a confession that had been kept in the shadows for far too long.

The crashing waves almost drowned out the deafening silence that followed Echo's lack of response to your confession. Regret started to surge through you, the weight of the confession now hanging heavily in the clear air, making the situation uncomfortable and awkward.

"Sorry, I should go," you quickly uttered, turning to leave, but before you could take a step, his hand swiftly caught your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled slightly, finding yourself suddenly close to his chest, confusion painting your eyes.

In a moment that felt like a dream, Echo leaned in, nose nudging against your own and his breath brushing against your face with his lips hovering close to yours. "Echo?" you whispered, a rush of chills coursing through your body.

"I love you too," he finally uttered, his eyes closing as his lips met yours in a tender, affectionate embrace. "I've loved you since the first night I met you," he confessed, his warm breath mingling with yours as his hand moved to your waist, drawing you closer.

The kiss unfolded slowly, a perfect and intensely romantic connection, a moment that exceeded all your imagined dreams of being with Echo. It felt surreal, but his touch, his lips, assured you of his reality. When the kiss finally parted, he breathed, "Stay with us. Stay with me."

In that instant, any doubt vanished. You knew you would never even consider leaving his side again. Echo's confession sealed the bond, and you embraced the certainty that this was where you belonged, in his arms.

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[photogirl894]

Hello my beautiful, kind friend! Congratulations on 1,300 INSANE! 🤩 🎉

Please may I request some Hunter fluff with a female reader with the prompt:

“A life without you isn’t one I want to live.”

Perhaps Hunter accidentally confesses his true feelings to reader & then follows up with that cute line? Up to you if you’d want to do of course but I feel like you’d love to write for your Clone Hubby! Love you so much 🥰🩵

Thank you so much, Alanah!! Your friendship and support all these years has meant the world to me! 💜

Ohhhh you are far too kind with this request, my dear! 🥰🥰

**Putting a spoiler warning in case, but spoilers for Bad Batch s3 ep7**

"Chasing Waterfalls"

4. "A life without you isn't one I want to live."

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

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The escape from the Empire on Teth hadn't been easy for you and all the Clones, but you'd all managed to get away nonetheless. It definitely hadn't been without its challenges.

Not only had the Empire managed to find everyone there and blow up the Clones' secret base, but they'd tracked you through the jungle and there had been an assassin on your trail. You had told everyone that you and Crosshair would draw his fire while everyone got to the rendezvous point to meet with Echo and you both pursued the assassin. However, he had attacked the both of you and, to protect Crosshair, you had tackled the assailant over a cliff's edge into a swiftly flowing river, which connected to a series of large waterfalls. You'd gone over one and fell into a rocky landing where the assassin tried going for you again. With a vibroblade drawn, he'd attacked you, but luckily, Hunter had trained you not only in hand-to-hand combat, but with a blade, as well. How to use it and how to fight against an opponent with one. You'd held your own, but only barely. The assassin was strong and highly-trained. Eventually, he'd forced your head under the water and you found your breath being driven quickly from your body. Lucky for you, Crosshair had caught up with you and stunned the assassin, which made him fall into the river and be taken with the next waterfall. Crosshair and also Howzer had been quick to grab you before you could fall over, as well, and saved your life. Hunter soon followed and you could tell, even with his helmet on, that he was worried about you. You figured you falling over the cliff had frightened him and he was trying to reassure himself that you were okay.

After that, you had been stopped at the rendezvous point by a battalion of Clones, but Rex knew their Commander; Commander Wolffe, and he had been willing to let you all go. Once all of you boarded Echo's ship, you were safe for the time being.

The entire ride back to Pabu, Hunter said nothing to you, which was very unlike him. The two of you were very close and talked all the time. He knew you better than you even knew yourself and the same could be said for you about him. What was wrong? Was he worried about Omega, since the Empire had nearly caught them? Was he reconsidering their options?

Or...was he angry at you for what you had done?

It wasn't until you got to Pabu that finally you decided to break the longstanding silence between you two.

While the others returned to the Marauder, you pulled Hunter aside by the big tree on the collanade. "Hunter...what's wrong? You didn't talk to me the whole trek back. That's not like you."

He turned away, his brow furrowed with conflicted emotions. You could tell he wanted to say something, but was fighting against it.

"If you're mad at me for what I did on Teth, I'm sorry. I was just trying to--"

"Don't ever do that again."

He had interrupted you so abruptly that it almost made you choke on the remainder of your words.

Then he looked back at you, his brown eyes radiating with pain, but not of physical nature. He kept going, his voice firm yet nearly shaking, "Do you have any idea what it did to me to see you disappear over the cliff and the waterfall like that? Do you know how terrified I was thinking that you had been killed and that I'd lost you forever?"

"Hunter...."

His hands came up to your arms, clutching you tightly. "I never want you to do anything like that again! Do you hear me? I can't lose you, (Y/N)! You mean everything to me and I care too much for you to even dare imagine my days without you!"

You blinked in surprise. This wasn't anything you were expecting to hear from him. While you had suspected for some time that he harbored feelings for you, just as you did for him, you hadn't expected him to say anything like this nor did you think his feelings ran that deep.

As you struggled to find the words to respond, he lifted his hands to your face and brought his forehead to yours, his eyes squeezing shut to try and hold himself together. "A life without you isn't one I want to live," he then said to you, now a more present trembling in his voice.

The fear in his words was unmistakable and it made you realize how reckless your actions on Teth had been. Not only just in regards to your own life, but to the lives of your squad; to Hunter's life. You had been thinking of their safety, but hadn't considered how your possible demise would affect them, especially Hunter. It was never your intention to frighten him and hearing how scared he sounded broke your heart. It had apparently scared him so much that it caused him to confess to you, which you hadn't anticipated.

You reached up and took one of his hands on your cheek, leaning into his gentle touch. "I'm so sorry," you whispered. "I...I never meant to scare you like that. I was only thinking of keeping you and the others safe."

"You can keep us safe, but please...not at the cost of your life," he replied. "I would never survive if you were no longer at my side. I need you. I...I love you."

As soon as those three words left his mouth, his hands grasped the back of your head and his lips came upon yours, kissing you softly but with evident yearning. Your heart soared within you as you kissed him in return, knowing now that your life was no longer your own to trifle with.

Your life was his and his life was yours...and neither of you would ever live without the other.

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Anal - RebelRex x FReader - NSFW

Summary: The day was finally here. You and Rex had been waiting for this, training up to it. Finally you had both decided that it was now time to take the next step in your sexual adventures.

Characters: Rebels!Rex

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 6, 176

Warnings: PinA sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, butt plug, praise, aftercare

Authour's Note: GILF!Rex is here! How could I not do the man, the legend when he's in his Rebel era!

The day was finally here. Today was the day. You and Rex had been preparing for this day for a while, talking things over and coming up with a plan. Today, Rex was going to fuck your ass.

It had taken a bit of work, not just the physical side of it, but the logistics as well. More often than not, your alone time with Rex was always cut short. He was a busy man, and you were just as busy. The Rebellion wasn’t going to run itself, and most days you were either interrupted or too tired to do more than cuddle.

But both of you had the evening off, courtesy of Ashoka who had insisted that you both slowed down. The Rebellion wouldn’t grind to a halt for a night if you and Rex took a break. So that’s why you were here in his private quarters, both of you in soft, comfortable longe clothes as you lay on his chest.

It always amazed you at how soft and gentle Rex was with you. You ran your fingers over the bronzed skin on his arms that was peaking out of his short sleeves. They were dotted with a few scars, both from the war and from everyday living. It always amazed you how after all the horror, the war, the torture that he had lived through, Rex was a genuinely kind man that looked after everyone. He had a strong sense of honour and loyalty. He was always trying to do the right thing by everyone and you knew that it weighed heavily on his shoulders. It’s why you tried to get him to slow down every once in a while, think about himself. He had once said that you reminded him of one of his brothers, determined for him to take it easy and look after himself more. It was a compliment that you would keep close to his chest.

It brought back memories of how you had met him. You were being introduced to the team after being picked up by Hera, the kind and passionate Twi’lek had taken you under her wing and brought you back to the Rebellion. Captain Rex had been the one to capture your attention, and you his, he had shaken your hand and offered to show you around the base. How could you say no to an offer like that? He had been so attentive and kind, showing you the places that had a little less foot traffic and his own personal spot where he could catch a few moments to himself without getting called upon or interrupted. After that, the pair of you seemed joined at the hip, Rex eager to teach you some defensive moves and how to shoot a blaster. It had paved the way for your romance and relationship to blossom. Much to everybody else’s smug and knowing looks.

Rex ran his hands slowly up and down your spine, massaging the tense muscles every once in a while when he felt them underneath his palms. His hands were so big and warm. The soothing brush of them enough to make you relax and forget about all the worries and struggles of the rebellion. It reminded you how strong Rex really was, even with his accelerated ageing, he could still lift and move you without breaking a sweat.

“What are you thinking so hard about, cyare?” he asked teasingly, looking down to see your face twisted in concentration. He ran a finger over your brow, smoothing the wrinkled skin out.

“Just you and how lucky I am to have you” you smiled sweetly up at him, propping your chin up on his chest and looking up into his golden-brown eyes.

“What are you thinking about an old man like me for?” Rex scoffed, shaking his head in wonder as he became lost in your gaze.

“You’re not old! You’ve treated me better than any man my age ever could!” you protested, defending him from his own words. Because it was true, Rex treated you like you deserved. He was the one who had shown you just how beautiful and lovely and caring you was. Always saying how lucky he was to have found you. Most of the people you had been with before hadn’t been like that, or it always felt like an uphill struggle to get the compliments from them that Rex so freely expressed. So you hated it when he didn’t see his own worth.

“You’re right, I’ve made you cum in this bed more times than any of those hotshot pilots that follow you around ever could” he said smugly, hand coming to rest on your ass and another on your cheek. He thumbed your cheekbone, running it across the delicate skin there and taking you in.

“It’s what I love about you, Captain. Always so humble” you teased, grin splitting your face as you shook your head at him. He was right, but he didn’t have to say it like that.

“That’s an achievement I’m very proud of” he rumbled with amusement, pulling you up to his chest with his hand under your bum, lips capturing yours. You couldn’t help but moan as he pushed against the plug, sending it deeper into your ass and causing you to moan into the kiss. Rex gave a gentle nip to your bottom lip before pulling away, eyebrow raised at you.

His hand slipped underneath your trousers and underwear, fingers trailing down the cleft before stopping at the feel of something hard. He felt for the base of the plug that was snuggled deep between your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but take in a ragged breath as you looked away, knowing he was going to be shocked.

You weren’t wrong, he was shocked at finding the plug inside of you, but not for the reason you thought. He was shocked at his own reaction, as he felt himself twitch and harden inside of his blacks. “Well, what’s all this? Did you do something after I left you this morning?” he hummed, tapping the base of the plug with his fingers. He movement sent a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine and you buried your head into his chest, feeling heat creep along your face. But Rex wasn’t having any of it, as he wound his fingers through your hair and tugged slightly, pulling your face up to meet his.

“I may have prepared myself for you” you admitted, hands gripping onto the shirt of his blacks. You could see and feel just how much he liked the idea as you felt him hardening beneath you.

“Tell me what you did” he ordered, voice as rough as gravel.

You blushed, biting your lip as you looked more at his chest than his face. “When you left, I wanted to surprise you for tonight, so you could fuck my ass, just like you promised” you murmured, running your hands across his chest as you tried to find the words. Swallowing heavily, you looked up into his lust drawn gaze. “I got your cum off my stomach with my fingers and opened myself up. Wanted to use your cum as lube to put the plug in” you revealed, giving into temptation and hiding yourself into his neck.

“Good girl, you’re so perfect for me” Rex groaned, feeling the way your hips had started to move against his own, searching for some kind of friction. He didn’t even know if you realised you were doing it, but it was pushing him further and further into his own desire to fill you. Just the thought of you using his cum from this morning to slide in the plug. Kriff, if he wasn’t hard before, he would be now. When he pushed into you, his own cum would be there to slick the push, to know that he was already marking you there in that forbidden hole.

He ran a gentle, soothing hand up your spine and gripped the back of your neck. Pressing kisses along your cheeks. “How many times did you cum?” he asked, hearing the soft shudder of your breath against his neck.

“Twice” you admitted, grinding against his cock that was poking into your thigh.

“Greedy girl, after everything I gave you this morning as well” he teased, guiding your face up into a passionate kiss. You couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his tongue against yours, teasing and tasting you in a way that quickly pushed all thought out of your head. It was hard to think with Rex holding you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and one keeping a firm grip on the back of your neck. Surrendering to his mouth and his hands, you let out a little shocked gasp as he flipped you onto your back while he hovered above you.

You smiled up at him, cupping his face, thumb stroking his bearded cheek and taking him in. He returned it, leaning down to press kisses along your jaw and sucking a mark on the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. You moaned, hips raising up into his stomach at the flash of heat that shot to your core at his kiss. His hands trailed to the hem of your shirt and he looked up at you.

“Can I, cyare?” he asked, waiting for your nod before he lifted it off you.

“As if I’d ever say no” you rolled your eyes, affection close to bursting at his sweet gestures. You tugged teasingly on his own shirt.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask, mesh’la” he chuckled, swiftly reaching for the top of his blacks and throwing it off.

You barely had time to take in his broad chest, his thick trunk and the light dusting of hair that ran across his chest before your shirt was being lifted from you, obscuring the incredible sight that was before you. Pouting, you watched as he chucked your shirt behind him. “Hey, I wanted to look!” you complained, pout reaching adorable levels. But you couldn’t help but watch as his nipples hardened in the cool air of the room.

“Was you? Sorry to spoil your fun, love. But I wanted to look as well” he teased, looking down at the incredible sight before him. His hands travelled from your hips, up your torso and across the breast band that you wore, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze that had your eyes sliding shut with a soft sigh. He couldn’t help but appreciate the trust and love you gave him as you let him touch you, to open yourself up to him like this. It was something he was grateful for everyday. “Maker, what did I do to deserve someone like you?” he breathed, tone full of love and warmth, but not quite hiding his own insecurity.

Snapping your eyes open, you sent Rex a firm, but loving look. “By being you and loving me so well!” you insisted, reaching up to press your lips against yours. He sighed into the kiss, leaning more of his weight down on top of you. Your hands ran over his head, down his thick neck and across his shoulders, trailing your nails gently down his spine before giving him a swift pinch at his side.

Rex flinched, what sounded like a small giggle escaping his mouth before he pulled away and scowled at you. You weren’t the only one that was ticklish! “No need to play so dirty mesh’la” he grumbled, laying kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. His talented mouth shut down any retort you were going to send his way; as he sucked and bit marks across your skin that would no doubt purple by tomorrow. He always did enjoy seeing the results of what he did to you in the light of a new day.

His hands slipped underneath your breast band, reaching for the mechanism underneath you as you raked your nails down his back, squeezing onto his ass and wrapping your legs around his. Just the feeling of him pressing you down into the mattress felt so good.

When he undid the band and tugged it off you, Rex couldn’t help but smile at the soft sound of relief you let out, the torturous device finally off you. Gently, he cupped your breasts, pressing soft kisses and massaging the red skin from where the band had been digging into you. The soft hum of appreciation sent warmth to the pit of his stomach, hearing just how well you enjoyed him looking after you.

As your eyes were closed, he pressed a gentle kiss to the underside of your breast before brushing his thumb across your other nipple. Mindful of his strength, he pinched your nipple, giving it a sharp tug that sent you moaning and hips bucking into his stomach. “Fuck Rex!” you gasped, feeling his chuckle echo and vibrate in your chest. He enjoyed how reactant you were for him, every touch, caress and stroke enough to send you to the highest of heights and cause you to release noises that always made him ache for you.

Switching his attention to the other breast, he let his tongue soothe the aching bud before he scraped his teeth over it, listening to your panting breaths and gasps as his hand massaged your other breast. He couldn’t help but tease you, sucking hard before gently soothing the heat that he was causing within you. Your hands tugged at him, trying to pull him even close to you.

While you were distracted by his talented mouth and hand, his other hand reached down your stomach, sliding into your trousers. He could feel the heat from you even there and he gently trailed his fingers against your covered slit. There was already a damp patch, your arousal seeping into the material. Unable to keep them still, your hips bucked up into his hands, a small moan slipping from your mouth at his gentle first touch to you there.

“Kriff Rex! Please touch me” you groaned, throwing your head back as he began teasing you through the soaked material. You watched as he slowly began kissing down your stomach, making sure to leave marks on your sides and belly, his beard a delightful scratch against your skin as he worked closer and closer to where you want him. He rested his chin on your lower stomach, honey coloured eyes looking at you full of desire and lust. Underneath all that, you could see how much Rex loved you, how much he wanted this and how much he needed you to feel good because of him. You hope the same feeling was echoed in your own eyes as you gave him a small nod.

It was all the consent he needed before he hooked his deft fingers underneath your trousers and underwear and pulled them swiftly down your legs. You couldn’t keep in the heavy sigh that left you as he removed your trousers and underwear, making sure that you were left bare to his eyes. Unable to help it, you snapped your thighs closed at his heavy gaze as he soaked in your dripping opening.

He tutted, running his warm hands up and down your thighs before prying them open, situating himself in between them. “I want to see you, mesh’la. Keep these open for me” he instructed gently, pressing a kiss to the crease of your thigh where your hip and thigh met. He helped spread your legs even wider on his broad shoulders.

Maker! The plug inside you shifted at that and you couldn’t help but clench your hands into the bed sheets beneath you at just how wide your Captain was. Just making space for him had you spread open for him. It was exactly what he was going to feel like inside of you, making room for himself as he pushed his cock into your tight hole. It had you clenching before his eyes.

“Fuck! Just look at you! It’s a shame I won’t be filling your pretty pussy tonight. It’s just begging for something to fill it” he growled lowly, watching in fascination as you clenched around nothing because of his words. He rutted into the bed beneath him, trying to gain a little friction to help stave off his approaching desire to just fuck you into the mattress and fuck your ass another night.

“You look so pretty, cyare. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue” he groaned, laying kisses along your inner thigh. You whined lowly, trying to tug him closer so you could press your core against his face. He was taking too long and you wanted to feel him now. “Do you want that? Me eating you out like it was my last meal. Kriff, love, if they asked me what it would be, it would be you, sitting on my face until my heart gives out” he murmured, spreading his affectionate kisses to your other thigh.

“Rex!” you complained, forcing yourself up onto your elbows to look down at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Patience is a virtue” he reminded, and before you could really start moaning, he flattened his tongue against you, running from your opening and flicking the tip of his tongue against your slit.

Whatever you were about to say to him disappeared in a series of delicate licks and probing strokes inside of you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as Rex sucked your clit into his mouth, teasing your bud with experienced strokes and flicks of his tongue that left you unable to do anything but buck into him. His strong hands held down your hips, letting him feast on you without writhing against his mouth too much.

He hummed against your core, fingers joining his tongue as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You cried out at the feel of his vibrations against you, causing the heat to build in your body as you desperately tried to keep from cumming too soon. Stars! It felt like the coil of pleasure within you with each stroke of his tongue against your inner walls and clit.

“Rex!” you whined, slamming your eyes shut as he worked two of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you open as he dragged the edges of his teeth against your bud of pleasure. “FUCK!” you moaned, bucking your hips up into his face as he growled in pleasure at you. With a curl of his fingers and a well timed suck of your clit, your release hit you like a star freighter.

Squeezing your eyes closed and screaming out his name, you could barely stop to take note of the flash of white that shot behind your eyes as you clenched widely around his fingers. Rex happily collected your juices on his tongue, savouring the taste that was unique to you as he helped you ride out the waves of pleasure with gentle touches and strokes.

“That’s a good girl mesh’la, you did so well for me. You came for me so hard, you look so pretty screaming my name” he whispered praises into your skin, stroking the sweat slicked skin on your stomach and hips.

“Maker Rex, who would have thought the innocent Captain could do that?” you murmured, resting your head against the pillows and taking deep breaths. You felt your legs still trembling, your inner walls fluttering against his fingers as you slowly came back to your senses.

“You inspire me, love” he smirked, before sliding down to look at the plug that was still buried into your ass. He groaned as he took in the jewelled base that was poking out. Gripping the back of your thighs, he pushed you open, revealing yourself to his eyes as he scanned the sight before him. The plug was a lovely blue, just the type of blue that you saw Rex wear and the countless ways in which he and his brothers tried to personalise their armour.

He ran his fingers around the base, gently teasing the stretched rim of you that he could see. “Mesh’la!” he breathed, staring at his colours poking out from your ass. It was an incredibly arousing sight, as he struggled to keep himself under control. “You’re perfect, my sweet girl! Are these my colours?” he whispered, leaning up to press his forehead against yours.

“501st blue” you confirmed, letting your eyes close and breath in your mingled breaths. The Keldabe kiss always felt so special with him.

Rex groaned heavily, kissing you swiftly before looking down at you, unable to take his eyes off the plug inside of you and wearing his colours as well. He wished he had found you during the clone wars, he would have showered you with his armour and the paints of the 501st, made sure everybody knew that you were his girl.

“Looks so good I don’t want to take it out” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose with yours before sitting back on his hunches.

“You better, I really want you to fuck my ass. After all the trouble I went to as well” you grumbled, running a hand over his perky nipples and down his waist.

“Don’t worry, mesh’la. I want that as well” he assured, unable to stop the genuine smile that flickered along his face. He gripped your hips, picking you up and flipping you over so you lay on your stomach in front of him.

You felt him press his weight against you, groaning into your neck as his cock slid in between the globes of your ass. He could smell the faint scent of your shampoo and the unique sound of your hitched breath as his hands slid up your sides. “Kriff Rex, you feel so good against me” you sighed, running your hand up to cup his head as your hips began pushing back against him. With every small movement of his hips, it sent the plug deeper inside of you, making you want to buck against him and feel him inside of you, stretching you out.

“Easy love, need you to take a deep breath for me, can you do that?” Rex murmured into the soft skin of your shoulder blades. He pressed delicate kisses there, beard rubbing deliciously against you. Whining softly, you nodded, reaching behind you to squeeze at his hips that were pinning you down. “Good girl, I’m going to take this plug out and then I’m going to fuck your ass, just like we’ve been dreaming about mesh’la” he promised, pulling away from you.

You missed the warmth that was plastered over your form, wanting it back. It was relaxing, a soothing reminder of Rex’s presence but you knew that what was coming would be much more fun than Rex just lying on top of you.

“Ready?” Rex asked, checking in on you.

“Yeah, I’m ready Rex” you assured, pleased to have such a devoted and loving partner as Rex. Trying to relax your body as much as possible, you took a deep breath in, just like Rex had told you to do. As you did so, Rex slowly and gently pulled out the silver plug that was buried in between your cheeks. Unable to help it, you moaned at feeling empty after wearing it all day.

“Kriff mesh’la, you’re gorgeous” he breathed, words escaping him as he stared at your gaping hole. It was clear that the plug had been holding you open during the day, and he couldn’t help but grab your cheeks and spread them, causing another groan to leave him. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. It was almost like he could feel your muscles squeezing around his cock already.

“Please Rex, need you inside of me!” you begged, needed to be filled again after having the plug in all day. You knew his cock would feel very different from the plug, but you couldn’t help but try and entice him, grinding your hips down into his blankets and trying to force your hips up into the air.

“Okay, love, I’ve got you. Hands and knees for me” he instructed, pulling your hips up and helping you get your hands and arms underneath you so you could push yourself up. He mumbled praises in appreciation as you did so, trailing his hands up and down your flank as he pressed himself against you.

Rex reached over for the bottle of lube he kept in the draw, you appreciated the feel of his weight against you while he rummaged in the draw next to the bed. Finally he found what he was looking for and kissed your shoulder. “Going to make sure you’re nice and wet for me, mesh’la. Want you to take my cock, pretty girl” he murmured, squirting some over your twitching hole before slicking up his cock.

“Me too” you nodded, trying to ground yourself in the moment to stop yourself from pushing back onto him. After what seemed like minutes, you could feel him press the tip of his cock against your entrance, not breeching but letting you feel him.

When he rested his cock head against your entrance, you couldn’t help but tremble at the feel of him right there against you. Rex’s hand came to soothe you, gently rubbing the tension out of your thighs.

“It’s okay, ad’ika, just relax for me. I’m going to make you feel so good” he soothed, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. He grabbed the lube again, adding even more so it felt like you were dripping around him.

“Rex! Please!” you complained, trying to wiggle your ass a little to get him to move, but he only chuckled, one hand clenching on your hip to still you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, love. Are you ready?” he assured, keeping a tight lid on his famous control. He wasn’t going to move until you said you were ready.

“Have been for ages!” you grumbled, biting your lip as his grip tightened on your hip. All you wanted to do was press back against him, to finally feel him breech your hole.

Chuckling, Rex pinched your side. “Brat!” he muttered affectionately before keeping you still.

Slowly and with all the gentleness that Rex had ever shown you, he pushed his cock through your tight ring of muscles. You gasped, the coolness of the lube soothing the stretch as he moved within you steadily. He stopped when his cock head was inside, waiting for you to adjust to the feel of him and checking in with you.

You couldn’t help but clench around him at the intrusion, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to remember to relax. But he felt so big already and you could feel your pussy clenching around nothing and leaking onto the bed.

“You okay, cyare?” he breathed, running warm large hands down your sides and over your back, gritting his teeth as he felt you tighten up around him even more. It felt like you were trying to draw him in further, your warm, tight heat pushing him closer to his edge.

“More… please” you gasped, twisting the sheets beneath your hands.

“Such a good girl for me mesh’la, always so polite. Asking me nicely. I’ll give you anything you want love” he praised, laying soft kisses against your delicate skin, teasing you with his beard a little. Straightening up, he pushed himself even more into you, keeping watch on your expressions as you lowered yourself onto the bed, face pressed against the pillow as you let out a low moan. God you were kriffing gorgeous!

You had always known that Rex was a large man, ever since the first time you had seen his cock. He was thick and long, the girth always a challenge to take without some proper preparation. And stars, did Rex enjoy preparing you for his cock with his talented fingers and mouth. If you didn’t cum at least 3 times in a session, Rex felt like he hadn’t done enough for you. Maker, you were blessed to have such an attentive man.

But now, as he was pressing further and further into your ass, he felt impossibly bigger. His cock was carving it’s way through you, making you mould to his shape. You reached up to squeeze his thigh, needing that connection to him, to feel him beneath your hands. Rex had ruined you for anyone else, nobody would be able to satisfy you and make you feel as good as your Captain.

“Feel so perfect, mesh’la. You know the word to make me stop if it gets too much” he reminded as he pressed his hips flushed against the round cheeks of your arse. But you couldn’t react, Rex was holding your hips tight so you couldn’t move. As much as he wanted to, he needed to make sure you were aware that one word would be enough to put an end to this if you wanted to.

“Red” you nodded, knowing that he really wouldn’t move unless you told him your safe word. Your Captain was stubborn like that, prepared to keep you on the edge until he got what he wanted.

“Good girl, I’m going to move now” he praised, pressing a kiss to your neck before he carefully pulled out of your clenching hole before pushing in.

Your little cries sounded like they were punched out of you as he watched your face carefully from where it was pressed against the pillow. When you squeezed his thigh again, he pressed even deeper into you with each thrust, keeping a watchful eye on your expression as his cock opened you up even more.

You felt so full of him, it was impossible to think that he could fit inside of you. The biggest plug that you two had was still substantially smaller than Rex. And it felt like Rex was pressing his cock right up into your throat, barely giving you enough time to move and take a breath before it was forced out of you by the thrust of his hips against yours.

“Rex!” you cried, unable to stop as you clenched around him.

“Want me to stop, mesh’la?” he frowned, instantly stilling his hips.

“No! Don’t stop please!” you begged, twisting the blankets beneath your hands. “So full, feel you everywhere” you gasped out, trying to rock yourself back onto him but his firm grip on your waist prevented you from moving. Only taking what he would give you.

“Shh, mesh’la, I won’t stop, you sound so pretty for me, darling” he soothed, running a gentle hand down your spine as he pulled back before thrusting into your tight canal. The sound that you let out had him trying to think about anything else to stop this being over sooner than you’d like.

Gods, you were beautiful. He would never be able to stop thinking of you like this. Head pressed into the pillows, ass up in the air, whining as you took his cock in your tight hole. You looked blissed out already, just the feeling of him filling you up and moving you on his cock. No, he could die a happy man just recalling this.

“Oh… Rex! Fuck!” you cried, unable to stop the loud noises that you were making as you pushed your hips back against him. It had him sinking deeper and faster into you than he wanted to, hoping to set a steady pace for you to begin with but he couldn’t help but match your movements, letting you set the pace that you needed.

“Kriff mesh’la, you’re so tight for me! Feel you strangling my cock” he moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly as he felt his balls tighten up. He ran a hand up and down your back, encouraging you to move your hips against his as he lost himself in the rhythm that you set. Carefully he pressed more on your lower back, making you arch more into him, changing the angle that he thrust into you and making both of you let out twin moans of pleasure.

You cried out, the change pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He felt so perfect filling you like this, his gentle caresses and kisses allowed you to soak in his affection while he was fucking ruining you for anyone else, pounding into your ass that you knew you’d have to have bacta and take the day easy tomorrow.

Gasping at the feel of warmth running up his spine, Rex reached around you to begin rubbing at your clit in the pattern you liked, increasing the pressure as he felt his balls pull up, his release just on the edge but he was determined to make you loose control before him. He needed to feel you strangling his cock and clenching around him as you screamed his name.

“FUCK! REX! PLEASE!” you shouted, doing just like he had hoped as you sobbed and twisted beneath him. The feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit and pulling another orgasm from you was making your core ache. You wanted to feel him shoot his load into you, to feel him twitch inside of you as he cummed. You only realised you had said that aloud when Rex let out a loud cry and thrust up into you with a hard thrust and beginning to loose his rhythm.

“Please, I want that. Let go for me baby, let go” he hissed, resting his head on your back.

And with those words and the feel of him ploughing your ass, you couldn’t help but tighten around him. Your pussy clenching around nothing but your ass full of his cock. You screamed his name, just as he echoed yours as he released bursts of hot, white cum inside of you.

For a few moments, you felt Rex press his heavy weight against you as he collapsed on your back. It felt nice to have him so close, to feel how he all but relaxed into you after your vigorous love making.

“Rex darling, you okay?” you asked, reaching to stroke the arms that were surrounding you. Linking your hands together, you couldn’t help but feel amused when he let out a little grunt but squeezed your hand in his.

“You’ve broken me mesh’la. I’ll never be the same again” he mumbled, words becoming lost against you.

“Same sweetheart” you chuckled, kissing his forearm before turning your head to try and catch a glimpse of him. “Think you can lie next to me, love?” you wondered, feeling his cock begin to soften inside of you.

He nodded, carefully pulling his cock out of you and lying beside you, an arm wrapped around your waist as he looked into your eyes. Gazing over at your exhausted expression, he couldn’t help but smile. “How you feelin’ cyare?” he questioned, wanting to make sure you were okay.

“Amazing, it was better than we thought” you grinned, reaching up to tug slightly on his beard. It always brought a chuckle from him and this time was no exception. You couldn’t help but want to curl up into him now, arms already reaching out to wrap around him so you could sleep.

“Ah ah, mesh’la. I need to put some bacta on you first and then you can go pee. Want to take care of you before we cuddle” he reminded gently, taking your hand and pressing delicate kisses along the palm and over your fingers.

You pouted, hoping he would change his mind. You felt too boneless to move.

“No, you know the rules!” he said firmly, rubbing his nose against yours. “Roll over, I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you” he instructed, gathering the tube of bacta that he also kept in the draw beside his bed. Scooting down the bed, he levelled himself with your ass, taking the time to appreciate the red marks that was made from his hips pushing into you. Pressing a kiss to one, he carefully slathered bacta over your tender entrance, making sure to give you a generous amount.

When he was finished, Rex helped you to the bathroom to do your business before he allowed you to sink into his arms on the bed. You would both have to jump in the refresher when you woke up, but for now the both of you felt exhaustion cling onto you. The hard day and the fun you had tonight catching up with you.

“You’re way better than some hot shot pilot, you know” you whispered, stroking patterns onto his chest as sleep tugged at your eyes.

“And you’re perfect, mesh’la” he grinned, bringing you closer into his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. You couldn’t help but sigh, feeling safe and loved in your Captain’s arms.

[kamisatomay018]

My devotion and my love is all for you, Rex Lapis

A Zhongli version of the legend of the Red String of fate cuz why not! Very fluff with lots of love!

Zhongli x female reader

Please note that for this fanfic, your powers will be like Ningguang so there won’t be any confusion as you read ahead, and the artwork is not mine. Enjoy!

The chirping of birds, the sweet scent of your favourite Qingxin flowers, distant chatter of the people of liyue along with the sounds of carts moving through the lanes was what you could observe as you sat atop the mountain near the Lisha region. You were seated besides the Statue of the Seven, which was of your beloved Archon, Rex Lapis. While liyue kept moving ahead, you were forever stuck in time, perhaps right beside the statue of your Archon. For reasons that you yourself could not explain, you always felt a connection to Rex Lapis, an undeniable sense of devotion, admiration and love was filled in your heart for the God of Contracts. Perhaps it was because you were a citizen of Liyue, or perhaps because you were half adepti, or maybe because you held a vision of his element, a very minute part of his own powers that he had felt you were worthy of.

Due to the presence of adepti blood in your being, your life was way longer than an average human’s. You were almost a hundred years old now, yet you looked as young as a woman in her mid 20s, beautiful and graceful, with golden eyes and brown hair just like your Archon. You were a very famous painter, your paintings were demanded all across teyvat, though you made sure your identity was kept hidden. You liked to live in seclusion, away from mortals, especially the people of Liyue whom you had started to now despise deep down. Why? Because in your eyes, they were nothing but ungrateful. Months had passed since the news of Rex Lapis’ death was announced, and yet you saw not a single sign of remorse on the faces of these people. When Rex Lapis had died, people did not mourn truly, for merchants were worried about their businesses, the predictions of trade, the formation of mora. All they cared about was their own selfish desires, and not the fact that the great Archon who had built this city, protected it for over 6000 years had passed away. Only a single Right of Parting and everyone forgot him?

But you certainly did not. The day you heard that Rex Lapis was gone, you had felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, and you had cried bitterly for days, leaving the city and hiding away in the mountains. It took a week for Madam Ping to find you, and she was full of pity at your state. You seemed inconsolable, refusing to believe that the strongest Archon had passed away, that too assassinated. That was the day you decided to stop living in Liyue Harbour, and madam ping respected your wishes, gifting you a teapot made out of adeptal magic. You were so grateful for her, after all she was the one who had raised you after your father abandoned you when you were just a small child. Since then, you had refused to go to liyue harbour except for the days you visited madam ping and Yanfei, who was like a little sister to you. You spent most of your time in your teapot, painting endlessly for hours, and when you would come out, you would sit right here, besides the statue of the seven.

People barely hiked up this mountain, which gave you the peace and tranquility of spending time with the Archon. And no, although it may seem like it, you weren’t obsessed with Rex Lapis, you just felt an overwhelming sense of love and devotion towards him. Deep down in your heart, something in you told you that he was still alive, and you prayed that wherever he was today, he was at peace. He deserved it after all. And just like every other day, you now sat with your back against the statue, using your elemental powers to summon some glittering rocks, which floated above your palms. You loved your vision dearly, it was the best gift you had ever received. You were a strong fighter, not even needing any weapon for you could conjure rocks according to your wish.

You felt truly at peace when you sat near the statue of the seven, and you would occasionally rant about all your worries and feelings, as if Rex Lapis was there, listening to you. Maybe, maybe not, but what mattered to you was that you felt calm after doing so, getting some sort of reassurance that everything would one day be alright. You had never seen Rex Lapis, and despite how devoted you were, you never attended the Rite of Descention, because you absolutely hated being among greedy merchants and rich businessmen who did not care for their Archon but only for his divine predictions. Sitting alone in the peaceful silence, you unknowingly fell asleep, completely unaware of how much your life was going to change when you would wake up.

“Rise!”

You frowned, waking up to hear the sound of someone fighting. you opened your eyes, spotting a tall man with long hair fighting against two Stonehide lawachurls. You gasped, immediately standing up wishing to help him out, but were stopped by a geo barrier all around you. Even more perplexing was the fact that he immediately defeated the monsters, seeming unfazed and simply dusting off his elegant suit. Who was this man? Sensing that you were awake, he turned around to face you, and that’s when your entire world stopped. As both your eyes interlocked, gold meeting gold, a beautiful Red String of Fate revealed itself, tied around your pinky finger and his. He was your soulmate, your partner for life. The geo barrier around you faded away, as the unknown man walked towards you, seeming rather calm and unfazed by this revelation, as if he already knew.

“Are you alright?” The words seemed to slip past your lips without your consent, making the man in front of you chuckle softly. Oh gosh, his smile was so pretty. “Indeed I am, you needn’t worry about me. I am glad I reached here on time, otherwise the situation would’ve been worse.” His words were so gentle, his voice as deep as an ocean that you could listen to him talk endlessly for hours. “Who are you..?” He smiles once more, his golden eyes scanning your surroundings as he walks towards the statue, placing his hand on it. You gasped, your eyes widening as you saw his clothes transform into something similar to what the statue wore, his white and black clothing seeming so majestic, his arms now being the shade of the geo element itself. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Rex Lapis himself was standing in front of you, in all his glory and might. You bowed onto the ground in respect “Rex Lapis..” you then felt a gentle hand holding yours, making you stand up and look into his eyes. “You needn’t bow in front of me, you needn’t bow in front of anyone. You are my mate, you are my equal.”

You had so many questions, so many thoughts and so many emotions that you could not process anything. Tears fell from your eyes, as you looked at your soulmate, your Archon standing in front of you. How lucky you were, to be fated as the soulmate of Rex Lapis himself. As he moved away from the statue, his mighty form dissipated, making him turn back to his more human form, with the same suit he wore when you first saw him. He gently wiped your tears away, letting you take your time. He knew all of this was way too overwhelming for you, but he could not keep his identity from you a secret. “I…how…My Lord..please, I cannot understand what’s going on..” Zhongli now chuckled, embracing you protectively, and in an instant you calmed down, just the way you would when you sat beside his statue. You closed your eyes, cherishing his warmth, listening to his heart beating.

“Forgive me for taking so many months- no, years..to find you, many things stood in my path of finding you, a lot of which would’ve caused harm to you. I had to be away to protect you..as for my death, as you can see, it was all a lie. I have always been able to sense your presence, your voice, your thoughts and emotions. But I did not know who you were, and where you could be..It is thanks to my old friend Madam Ping that I was able to finally find you today.”

You listened to him carefully, nodding against his chest, making him chuckle softly at how endearing you seemed right now. He had been searching for you for so long, but he would be stuck at work at the Wangsheng funeral parlour, and then he wouldn’t feel your presence near the statue, nor could he find anyone with your voice in liyue harbour. Whenever you were near his statue, Zhongli would be able to hear your thoughts, your sweet honeyed voice filling the empty void in his heart. For so long, he had been alone and suffering. But now he had found you, his better half, his companion forever. “I know that all of this is very overwhelming for you, and I would be completely fine with giving you all the time and space you may need.” You immediately shook your head, acting on impulse as you hugged him tight. His warmth was too soothing, the eternal bond of the red string between you both making you crave his presence even more. “Please don’t go..”

He smiles at those words, hugging you ever so protectively, one hand on your head while the other wrapped around your waist. “I will never leave you, my beloved.” You smiled so much, still being in such disbelief that Rex Lapis himself was embracing you and calling you his beloved. “In my heart, I always knew you weren’t gone..but..if I may ask..why did you choose to do this?” A very expected question, and a justified one. Zhongli knew he couldn’t reveal the entire reason as to why he gave up his gnosis for he was bound by a contract, but he told you what he could. “One day, I was walking among the streets of Liyue, and I heard a conversation between two men. The first man told the second, “you have done your job, now you can rest” this made me wonder, have I finished my duties as the Rex Lapis? I realised that the people of Liyue no longer needed an archon, and that it was about time that I too, chose to rest.”

You understood the depth of his words, and knew that he deserved this. He had protected liyue for countless millennia, and now he was tired, now he wished for some normalcy in his life. “I understand…and even if the people have forgotten, I will never forget how much you have given to this land, to this city, to its people..I’m so thankful for everything that you’ve done Rex Lapis..” Oh, what a rare gem you are. No one had ever said these words to him, no one had ever been as devoted towards him as you were, no one had loved him as much as you had. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You are a rare gem indeed my beloved..but you need not address me as Rex Lapis, you can call me Zhongli, which is the name I’ve taken since I adopted the life of a mortal. Or if you wish to call me by any names of endearment, I would not be opposed to those either.”

You giggled at that, hugging him so close. You had found your happiness, the answer to all your prayers, the fruit of your endless devotion and the one who owns your heart and your love. Now you had a new reason to look forward to each day, but this time, there would be no need of going to the Statue of the Seven.

[zweetpea]

Zhongli x reader The Dragon of Geo (Spicy, no smut)

Summary:

The classic tale of a young lady and a dragon, but with a twist. AU no deities, or Tevat (I’ll still use Liyue and the Qixing just for convenience), no Archons. And I made Shenhe an Adepti because I thought that thematically it fit better. Also female reader.

Notes:

Warning: not for the kiddos! Has foul language and mentions of heat and breeding. And if you want me to write you smut based of the sultry scene feel free to ask.

Feel free to request any genshin ideas

Ao3 version here

Once upon a great beast roamed the sky. His scales, as brown as mud yet they sparkled like crystals. His hair as thick and shiny as gold yet it was softer than silk. His claws as sharp as rocks yet somehow held a gentleness reserved for the mortals of his land. And did he ever love his mortals. Hewent by many names, Rex Lapis, The Great One, Mighty Dragon of Geo, the children often called him Zhongli, but my favorite name for him has always been Morax. Something about it just presented power and authority. To me it screamed “I am your protector! You are mine to love! Though the seasons may change and life caries on for mortals, I will be here to protect you always!”

But those were the foolish wishes of a young girl who knew nothing of the world. A girl who was enchanted by the glimmer told to her as a child to keep her innocent.

He protected us for a millennia, but a century ago he decreed that unless he was given a bride by sunset he would ravage the land. The Qixing gathered everyone together to see if there was anyone who was willing to go. In the end they had to draw up a lottery since no one volunteered. Five years later he demanded another girl. And another after another five years. Some mothers or sisters left instead to protect their family, some had to be carried away screamed and crying. When I was fifteen years old I even witnessed a girl ask that she be escorted there in a carriage with a beautiful white dress. She was convinced that she was going to die and wanted to be pampered and treated like a princess in her last minutes.

I was never convinced that he ate them. I thought that they were a part of his harem and he got bored with them eventually. But it was undignified and unlawful to let a woman marry a man after she had been deflowered, lest she be a widow.

Anyway, it’s now five years later. Liyue is waiting on a letter from one of the four Illuminated Beast. This time 15 years ago Xiao came. He was a beautiful black and teal eagle (A/n: Don’t question the animal forms). 10 years ago Yanfei a lovely salmon pink deer came. 5 years ago an adorable little blue goat named Ganyu arrived with the letter. So this year should be the elegant white crane Shenhe.

Right on time she flys down with the letter in her mouth. I inform her of my name, how I knew her and the other Adepti’s name. “Don’t worry Shenhe, there’s is no need to go back to the others. I’ve been informed that I should wait here until the letter arrives and if it never came I was to return at the end of the day. I am the new bride of the dragon of Geo.”

Well truth be told the reason that I didn’t want to go back to the others was because I had a plan to stop all of this. In the back of my traditional dress I hid a dagger. I’m not much of a fighter but I figured... someone had to try? I guess? I dressed modestly as I figured that he would like it enough to not eat me immediately. If I died in battle I was going to take down Rex Lapis. I don’t need the praise, and I just want my people to live peacefully oblivious lives. In a few centuries this nightmare will become folk lore. A cautionary tale to spook children into being good. It’s finally going to end. I wonder if they’d get most of the details accurate, maybe they’d try to scope out the cave to try and find more details.

We walk out to the middle of the wild and into the mountains. The cave of the beast. Surprisingly it had doors. They’re beautifully sculpted and chiseled with various pattern that made me stop and gape at them in awe.

“This way, young one.” Shenhe motions with her wing. The doors open slowly and I enter the unnatural dark cave.

Once they close lanterns illuminate the corridor and standing before me was a gorgeous woman with long white hair that fades to black at the end, tied in a beautiful braid. “Who...?”

“Right my apologies. It’s still me Shenhe. In the cave myself, Xiao, Ganyu, and Yanfei take on more human characteristics. Come on, we mustn’t keep the master waiting.”

She leads me to the end of the corridor and into a large room. It looks like it had to be a thrown room due to the throne at the far back on top of a short flight of stairs but it feels as if someone could throw a party in here.

“Shenhe. You’ve returned earlier than usual.” A deep voice from behind a burgundy curtain called. His glowing gold eyes peer through the semitransparent cloth. She kneels to him once we reach the bottom of the stairs.

“The mortals came prepared, this time.” She informs the man on the throne. Gold and brown plush pillows surround him as he lay there waiting for his next plaything.

I kneel too to show him that I am as loyal and docile as his servants. “Shenhe you are dismissed.” She exits the room and he rises from his throne and draws back the curtains. “Rise my bride. Rise and look at me.” I do as he commands. I gape with wide eyes at the man before me. Long thick black hair pulled back in a ponytail, he had on a strange white outfit that showed off his chest and yet was like a skirt at the bottom. His arms were black at the shoulder and gradients to a yellow at his hands, I wonder if that was natural or part of his clothes. He starts to descend towards me as I’m standing there like an idiot. He chuckles, his voice even more sultry. “Like a little bunny caught in her predictors sight.” In the blink of an eye he’s behind me, holding my dagger to my throat. His hood most likely fell off as he dashed for me. “You are the only one who has ever tried to kill me. Others have begged or tried to bargain. Some I’ve even fed to Xiao because they only cared about the prestige of becoming my wife.”

“Your eyes... the legends and one own imagination cannot do them justice. I’ve imagined them thousands of times. How could I have hated these beautiful ambers for five years?” I looked up at him as he leaned over me.

“Excuse me? Did you just ignore what I said? Maybe I wasn’t clear enough. Women who try to seduce me are fed to my servants.”

I’m off in lala land and can’t fully register his word. “My father’s probably told me your legend 100 times when I was younger. If you’re going to kill me please let me die with your eyes being the last sight I see.”

“100 times? I could never fathom hearing something 20 times let alone that many.”

“Ironically I am your 20th bride.”

“Do you think that makes you special?”

“That’s for you to decide. Are those horns real?” His horns came up from his head and slanted back then curled back towards the front. I turned around in his hold.

“Yes they are, and they’re vERY—” He cuts himself off as I grab his horn. He groans at the contact dropping my dagger, it clangs as it reaches the ground. “—Sensitive.” He grabs my hips and nearly grinds our waists together. He breathing is heavy as he layers his head on my neck and guides me up the stairs. I almost trip a few times as I have to walk backwards. “If you ever do that again, you won’t be walking for a week.” He pushes me down on his throne. He pins my hands above me.

“Was- was that supposed to be as erotic as you made it sound?” My face feels hot and is undoubtedly red.

He looks at me surprised and then angry. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t take you right here, or better yet call in the Adepti to watch as I fuck you dumb on my cock like the whore that you are?”

“Morax, I know that you probably won’t care but I’d like to ask you a question before you deflower me.”

He looks a bit surprised, probably because of the name I called him by. “... this better be good.”

“Why did you ask for a bride?”

“Why? Why?! I don’t have to tell you anything!!”

“Okay. I’m ready.” I say nonchalantly. This caught him off guard.

“Excuse me.”

“You granted me my question, and from the stories I’ve been told Morax keeps his word. You told me you were going to torture the poor Adepti by forcing them to watch us propagate.”

“Do you just believe everything that you’ve been told or read in a book?” His face like the fabled Jueyun Chili’s.

“I was actually also wondering about those stories. But you’ve only permitted me with one question, so I guess I’ll never know.”

“If you were so curious about me why’d you try to kill me?” He lets me sit up.

“I mean, you are quite well known for your brides going missing and never coming back. It would be stupid not to have some kind of protection, whether or not it would work is a whole different argument. I figured that if for some reason I changed my mind I should still have some protection.”

He smirks at me. “I don’t think that’s you wanting to kill me is the truth. Not anymore at least. You wanted to convince yourself that you would be the hero. But what you really wanted was answers. Answers to the questions that you’ve been tossing and turning in your sleep about. I can see it in your eyes. The was they sparkled when you went to grab my horns. The way you looked over my body as I came closer to you just a few minutes ago. The way you were ready to use your last boon on something that should be so innocent, just so that you could get the answers that were just eating you alive.”

Could he really read you like an open book? One with the letter printed big and bold? “Okay, you forced me to face a truth I really didn’t want to confront. What does this mean now? You know that I won’t try to kill you, you know that I don’t want your power, and you know that I’m not gonna beg for my life or try to bargain for the sake of Liyue. So what will you do now?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone who’s interested in history and my stories stumble into my life. I’d like to keep you around for now.”

“What happens when you don’t want me anymore?” He walks back to where he dropped my dagger and comes back with it. He makes a slit on his palm and smeared the golden blood on my forehead in a single line.

“I make this contract to you that should I get bored of you that you may leave this place and never return. Once you wash off my blood the contract with solidify.”

(A/n: just go with it)

“Well what happens if you take my virginity then get bored of me? It wouldn’t be proper for me to marry another.”

He makes another slit on his palm as the first healed already. Then drags another line across my forehead. “If I am to take you, let our first contract become null and void and I will make you my wife.”

“Does this mean that I may ask you anything that I want?” My eyes widened probably sparkling.

He chuckles. “How about you go explore while I um... ahem, straighten up.” He gestures to the tent in his pants.

I blush and look away. “Right! So Um, bye!” I run from the room to the door on the left of the main entrance to the throne room.

<><;><><>

I didn’t see him again until dusk that same day. I got well acquainted with the rest of the rest of the adepti in their human forms. I also found water to wash off his blood. He found me wandering around and brought me to a bedroom.

“This will be your room. Mine is just across the way if you need me.”

“Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it. This is my only article of clothing and if we were in the same room then I’d be too overwhelmed by that little body of you little bunny to resist.”

“Um, will I have more than one piece of clothing?”

“I’ve already asked Shenhe to get your clothes from your father. I believe that some of the other citizens have given you presents as well. Something about this being a change for the better.”

“They probably think that if I’m moving my clothes here that you’ve accepted me and won’t seek another bride at least for a few decades.”

“By then who knows what invention they will make to stop me. I might be done for.”

“I don’t think so. You’re the oldest documented creature in the world!”

“And yet you still wonder why I want a bride.”

“Your lonely?” He goes into his own room and closes and locks the door. “But what about the Adepti!”

“Good night bunny.” He says through the door.

“That not my name!” I shout my name to him.

<><;><><>

3rd person POV

When Shenhe reached Liyue she was confused about the what the people were doing. Most were celebrating. But there was a lone man in the background shaking and trying to stay calm. When she arrived the celebration stopped dead in its tracks and everyone looked panicked.

“Where is the new brides father?” No one new who she was talking about so she informed them that a new bride had offered herself up. The brides father steps up to Shenhe and asked what happened to his daughter. She asks for your clothes and tells everyone that the girl was alive and well.

After that everyone ran back to their homes and grabbed something nice to give her for the new bride. They all tagged the gifts so the bride knew, who gave her what.

<><;><><>

1st person POV

I found the gifts in my room. Very pleasant silk clothes and finely made hair pins, combs and brushes. A few even sent toys. ‘Wait, they think...’ I thought as my face heated up. ‘No, no. Get those disgusting perverted thoughts out of your head girl! He’s just keeping you around for entertainment!’

<><;><><>

The next day at breakfast I started asking him questions.

“So if you only fed a few to Xiao what happened to the rest?”

“Well I either got tired of their nonsense and killed them or they ate a Jueyun chili and died. The ones I fed to Xiao I turned into mice first. And the rest of them who left behind bodies were buried.”

“They’re real? Jueyun Chili’s I mean.”

“Of course.”

“Are they really as hot as a thousand fires?”

“Oh no, it’s more like ten thousand.” He chuckles.

“Are you making fun of me? I really am curious!”

“I know. You’re just too cute Little Bunny.” He smirks. “They are spicy enough to kill a mortal with a single bite. Even the smallest nibble would kill a fragile soul.”

“Are you going to set a limit to how many questions I get to ask you per day?”

“Why would I do that? That would just restrict my fun!”

“I just don’t want to make you annoyed.”

“You are very interested Little Bunny.” He chuckles again, as I blush.

“Are your arms... naturally like that?”

“Yes.

...it’s how I look because I my dragon form.”

“Right, Shenhe mentioned that in this cave you all transformed into human like beings. Why is that? What is it about this cave that allows you to transform.”

“I was the only one able to shape shift. They all longed to have the ability to have a human form. I carved these halls and cast a spell over this place that allows them to transform into whatever human form they desire.”

“I’m happy for them!”

“As am I.”

<><;><><>

After a four months I was still living with them and it was reaching near my birthday.

“Hello Morax! Do you want to know why today is so special for me!”

“I’ll bite, why?”

“I’m 21 today! It’s my birthday!”

“Birthday?” He looks confused.

“Well yeah! Mortals have this tradition called a birthday where we celebrate the day that we were born and how many years we’ve been alive!”

“Well good Birthday to you then.”

“Silly! Mortals say happy birthday and whoever is having the birthday receives presents. So can yours be you telling me stories from the millennia that you protected Liyue? Please?”

He looks at me like I’m crazy. “You are certainly interesting. You can ask for anything and you ask for that?”

“I wasn’t sure that if I asked any other day that you would tell me stories.” I look down in embarrassing.

He pulls me onto his lap as he sits on his throne. “I’ll tell you anything that you want if you tell me what else you want for your birthday.”

“Um, well I guess... the only other thing that I’d want is to maybe go outside. Only for an hour or two. It’s just, I haven’t been out since I moved in and I’d like some natural sunlight.”

“I’ll do you one better. As long as myself or one of the Adepti are with you, you can go out anytime.”

“Really?” My eyes shine brightly. He nods. “Thank you so much!” I squeal and hug him, as well as giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Do you want to go now?”

“Just let me hug you a little longer.” I request a bit embarrassed.

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It’s getting close to a year now and I’ve noticed that Morax seems withdrawn from me.

“Hey. Morax? Rex Lapis? Zhongli? Are you okay?” I knock on his door and don’t get a reply. Xiao is walking past when he decides to pull me away from his masters room. “Hey what was that for?”

“You’ve made it farther than most. Except for one. Guizhong, the first bride.”

“What happened to her?”

“The legends you’ve been told are wrong. Guizhong offered herself to the master. She was much like you. Curious, fearless, trusting but not naive, but the biggest difference is that she could tell him to back off. You just let him tease you like a masochist.”

“Okay so why isn’t she here?”

“He had never had a lover before, he was possessive over her. And as time went on she started to hate him. And she flung herself off of the balcony in his room.”

“Oh my goodness, poor Morax.”

“On top of all of that she was his first love.”

“Xiao please, help me get in there! I want to let him know that I won’t leave him! That I want to stay with him!”

“Luckily I have the only other key to the masters room. I have to warn you though, he’ll be in his dragon form but it’ll be only a tenth his true forms size.” He unlocks the door and I rush in to the lavish room. It’s the most beautiful room in his palace. He lays motionless in his dragon form. Around his bed. In this form he huge. 50 feet long, brown scales, gold locks and curly horns. The legends really don’t do his majestic beauty justice.

I rush to his side and hug his head in my arms. He’s very thick though so I can’t get my hands all the way around. “I’m here, and I’m not going to leave you. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

He lets out a small roar, something akin to a whimper.

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I’m in my fifth year staying with Morax, and I’m madly in love with him.

On this wonderful day all of the Adepti are running around the hall in a panic.

“Ganyu what’s going on?”

“Well um... maybe you should stay in your room for a few days to about a week... and lock the door... and hide if someone tries to come in.”

“Ganyu, where is Morax?”

“Please for your own safety stay away from the master this week.”

“But-” before I could ask her anymore questions she rushed off. ‘Morax what are you hiding?’ I thought. I know that it’s rude to go into someone’s room without their permission but I am supposed to be his bride so surely an exception can be made just this once.

I slip through the door and the room is almost pitch black save for a few candles. His balcony door is closed and his curtains are drawn. I hear rustling around the room and feel arms snake around my waist. “What are you doing here, my cute little bunny?” Morax’s voice sounds strained, and yet hungry. Husky and low and so sultry. As he spoke that into my ear his hot breath hitting the shell I almost melted right there.

“Morax? What’s going on?”

“Seems there are stories that even my little scholar doesn’t know. Once every 100 years or so I go into heat, it’s a time period called breeding season. You seem so ravenous right now.” He groans in my ear and suddenly I feel my underwear becoming damp. “Don’t you know how rude it is to enter someone’s room without knocking? I think that you need to be punished.”

A small squeak was all I could muster as he threw me over his shoulder and walked me over to his bed. He dropped me down onto it and made quick work in getting rid of my clothes, leaving me in only my underwear.

“Naughty little thing aren’t you.” He teased as he felt my slit through my underwear.

“Morax, please. Stop teasing me, and just fuck me.” I whimper.

“Eager are we?” He smirks.

“I really love you and I want this. Please, let me help you. I want to help you, I want you!”

He blushes at my confession and gently smiles at me. “Whatever my love wants, she will get.”

<><;><><>

“Do you think that I’m pregnant?”

“I’m not sure. I fucked you good though.” He teased.

“Yeah and I can’t feel my legs.” I deadpan.

“What a shame. Looks like you can’t leave then.” He snuggles closer to me as the week of his breeding period is over.

“I love you.” I tell him.

“I know you’ve practically chanted it this entire week.”

“Well you better get used to it because you promised to marry me if we had sex.”

“I’ve known for a while now that I wanted to marry you.”

“Does that mean that I can touch your horns whenever I want?”

“Didn’t you get enough of that this week?”

“I like your horns, I find them very cute and so smooth.” I smile as he flushes red.

“Given the chance to become immortal and live with me forever, would you take it?”

“Staying young with you forever? Yes please, where do I get this immortality?”

“The Valberry. A single bite will give you keep you young forever and you will get to be with me, forever.”

“Really? Screw til death do us part! I want you to myself forever!”

<><;><><>

“Do you Rex Lapis, The Great One, Mighty Dragon of Geo, Zhongli, Morax, take this woman to be your wife for eternity?” Yanfei asks.

“I do.”

“And do you-”

“I do!”

“She doesn’t even need to think about it, that’s what I like to hear! I now pronounce you husband and wife.” We embrace is a long loving kiss.

All of Liyue cheers at the sight of their protector finally being satisfied.

After the wedding we went back to the palace and Morax lays me down on our bed and crawls on top of me.

“I hope you’re ready for me to fuck a baby into you.” He licks his lips with his long dragon tongue.

“We don’t have to rush anything we’ve got all this time in the world.” I smirk at him.

“I am your protector. You are mine to love. Though the seasons may change and life caries on for mortals, I will be here to protect you always. I love you bunny.”

“I love you too Morax.”

[toastyrobos]

All of you (Echo x female reader one shot)

Warning: since it’s Echo: mentions of missing limbs and lack of self esteem, body image issues, etc. plus a bit suggestive towards end.

Word count: 2989

((Reader was a ex Jedi before order 66 and was in love with Echo. She was too afraid to tell him and missed her opportunity. Regretting it every day since the Citadel accident. Now she’s been hiding out, buying her time until things settle down. The last thing she expected to find on Ord Mantell is Echo. Alive. Overcome with grief and fear she’s reluctant to trust him or the team he’s with. And what will he do when he sees the person who has been at the forefront of his mind again after all this?))

Keeping your head down was easy. Staying focused was another story entirely. As a former 'safe keeper' as they once were called was difficult. Especially when you saw innocent people being tossed and shoved around by the troopers you once called friends.

It was a hard pill to swallow at first. Seeing the men you worked so closely with for years, had gotten together with at the 79..turn on their generals so easily. Like it was nothing. It was like a switch had been flipped. And that's exactly what it was.

According to Rex. After he located you and told you everything it was a devastating blow. Not only had the clones had their humanity stripped from them, but they had also had their minds violated. It was so cruel and too horrible to wrap your head around the very notion. But you did.

Eventually you had to move on. Jumping from planet to planet seemed like the most logical option. Staying in one place for too long tended to draw unwanted attention.

The long stretches of silence were the worst parts. Most of the time your thoughts drifted to him.

Echo.

The ex arc trooper.

His face was always present in your mind. His warm brown eyes, the rough patches of his freshly shaven chin, his smile. You missed him too much it hurt.

Even if you were a Jedi..ex before. Ex now. And attachments were forbidden, you still harbored feelings for him. It was difficult not to. He made you smile, laugh, and just had a wonder about him. He and Fives always managed to make you laugh. But it was Echo that held your heart.

It helped too, that out on the battlefield you two worked well together. To the point where you were able to read each other with a simple glance. You always did have the best time on missions with him. He would shower you with story after story about battles he witnessed. You loved his enthusiasm. You had loved being around him. You had just loved him.

But you never got the chance to tell him. The Citadel was his last mission, during which he was killed. He saved so many that day, but he wasn't able to safe himself.

You were never the same after that. It was like you were a shell of your former self. You felt nearly hollowed. You pushed through it until it was too much and you abandoned the order not long after. It was a hard decision to make, but your mind wasn't in a good place.

Not long after, order 66 happened and you had to take on a new identity. You had no choice. To the Empire you were still alive. You needed to lay low. Your black long hair had to go. Replaced with a short blonde cut. And you needed a job. One that couldn't be tracked.

That's how you ended up on Ord Mantell, working for Cid. An old contact of yours said she'd hire you no questions asked. It was worth a shot. She wasn't that bad. She paid decent and gave you a room in the back. It wasn't much, but you didn't mind. Your regal days as a Jedi we're long over anyway.

~~~

Sweat dripped down your brow as you made your day back to Cid's parlor. You had no problem going off world for a mission, but you had hoped she would be more forthcoming with what certain missions entailed. Specifically if you needed to dress lighter for a task that involved stepping foot on a lava planet. It was times like this you were glad that you had cut your hair.

Sometimes you missed it, but today was not one of those times.

      "Next time Cid let me know if—" your voice died in your throat when your eyes saw them. Your breath hitched and you froze for a moment before rapidly whipping out your blasters and aiming it at the bunch of familiar clones. Fear and panic took hold of you while you stared them down. The young girl with them peaked her head out to see what was going to happen.

But your attention was fixed on the thought to be dead now very much alive ex arc trooper. Your hands trembled as your weapons stared them down.

It was not possible. You clutched your blasters tighter.

Your mind must have been playing a trick on you.

You must be hallucinating him.

Echo was dead. You read the reports.

But you...you knew his face. Knew his kind wonder filled eyes.

The very same eyes that stared starstruck back at you.

You were in disbelief over the nature that he was standing before you, very much alive. But you were also trembling. A fear so prominent in your eyes at the notion that they would hurt you. All clones could and would. It had quickly become a constant in your on the run life.

Still trying to find your voice you spoke again. "Stay back!" You ordered the group. You were not taking any chances. Not anymore. You had learned that mistake all too quickly.

    "We're not going to hurt you". Hunter said, easing his hands up as to say we're not going to harm you. You shook your head, tears started to pool in your eyes.

Yes they were.

Echo was speechless. Drinking in your appearance after so long, relief flooded his lungs at seeing that you were still alive. It had been so long. But concern also made itself known. No doubt the blasters pointed at them, meant that you had heard rumors about the inhibiter chips. How could you have not? But you were not in any danger. No.

Both of you were too frozen to talk so it was up to the young blonde girl beside him to shatter the silence.

    "Do you know her, Echo?"

That seemed to snap him out of his trance. "Y-yeah I do".

You nearly broke at hearing his voice. One of your blasters fell to the floor. The hand once holding it, shot up to cover your mouth. Your body was trembling. His voice....It still held patches of that warmth, that could sweep you up. But something about it seemed...off. No doubt from what he went through as your eyes took in his pale appearance.

He could feel your eyes roaming his figure. The cyber enhancements. His pale sunken in face. The dark circles under his eyes. And it made him avert his gaze. That saddened you.

    "I'm Omega". The young girl introduced herself trying to ease the tension. Feeling a dampness on your cheeks, you hastily swiped your tears away. Then you kneeled down to her height, a nervous smile broke out on your face.

Not a single threatening thought or intention reflecting back at you as you met her eyes. Nor were there any in the others as you scanned them over. You slowly lowered your other weapon. Your body still in shock. They weren't going to hurt you. You could sense it. Feel it. He wasn't going to hurt you. He never could. Never did.

Knowing that he wasn't under the chips control anymore you nearly burst into tears.

He was okay

He was alive.

    "It-it's nice to meet you, Omega". You managed to choke out, still in shock and in disbelief that Echo was alive.

    "Mega, let's give them a moment". Hunter said ushering Omega back to them. It was clear to him that these two needed to talk. He had heard the stories from Echo about you. Had met you on several occasions and found you to be a skilled Jedi and someone that Echo cared for deeply. He already felt like he knew you in some way.

The others followed behind him into the back. Leaving just you and Echo standing completely still at the bar. The only sounds coming from the humming slot machines and buzzing lights. You stood up from the ground.

Your eyes fell once again on the ex arc trooper. He looked so different, appearance wise, but his aura was still the same. Brave, loyal, kind, warm...he was still the Echo you had known. Even beneath his now pale, near white skin and sunken cheeks he was still the Echo you loved.

You wanted to ask what happened, but judging by the uncomfortable expression across his face and the missing limbs you weren't sure if you should have. You didn't want to push him to remember it.

    "It's okay". His sudden soft voice startled you.

You hesitated, but eventually you asked and he told you everything. Every gruesome, awful and horrible detail of his capture. It broke your heart to hear what the man you loved went through. What he had to endure for so long. What he lost. And what that had cost him.

The next time you saw Rex you would be sure to thank him a million times. Telling him how grateful you were that he pushed so hard to get Echo back. And when you saw clone force 99 again, you would let them know just how much them going in blindly to rescue Echo meant to you.

You didn't realize you had been crying until Echo's only hand reached out and wiped your tears away with his thumb. The gentle carcasses of his textured glove sent sparks down your spine. Before he realized what he was doing and tried to pull away, you gripped his hand between yours, dragging your fingers over his knuckles. The gesture causing his cheeks to dust a light shade of pink.

"I-I just can't believe your alive". Your voice crumbled as you spoke. "When the others came back and told me what happened I-I was so broken. It was so hard to believe that you were gone. And now..." There were no words to express the happiness you felt that he was here.

He sighed. "I know".

Seeing what his death did to the women he loved pained him greatly. If only he had told her. Confessed that he loved her before he went to the Citadel. Maybe that would have changed things. Or maybe not.

The outcome would have been the same. He was a solider and it was his duty to fight for the Republic. Sacrifice himself if need be. After all clones were replaceable.

He would only ever be that. And now he was a broken one. More machine then man, as Tech had informed him. He was a shell of a man. Not even half of a man. There was no way you'd love him now. Not when he couldn't give you a normal relationship. Not when he couldn't hold you in his arms with both of them.

It did not go unnoticed by you at how he flinched when you attempted to reach for his other arm. His body just reached. A somber expression overshadowed your face. He was intentionally avoiding meeting your eyes now.

"Echo". Your voice was as gentle as a whisper. It hit his heart with such a blow. Oh how he missed your angel like voice. How he missed you!

"Echo". There it was again. Softer. "Look at me".

He couldn't.

"Please". You were pleading with him now. You just wanted to see him. See his new yet familiar face up close. You missed it so much.

He sighed deeply. "I-I can't".

"Why not?". You wanted to know why.

He was sacred to tell you. Scared that you wouldn't feel the same way about him, especially with the way he looked now. How could anyone as beautiful as you want someone like him?! But he needed to get it off his chest. Let it be there out in the open. Even if it ended with his heart shattered.

"Because it's too hard".

That confused you. "What do you mean?"

He shook his head. "It's too hard to look at you knowing that I can't have you. Knowing that I can't give you everything that you want or deserve". He was starting to tremble. "It's too hard knowing that I'll never be able to wrap both of my arms tight around you. I can't—I can't give you that".

If your heart broke before at hearing his story, it now shattered like glass at hearing him feel so ashamed of himself for how he looked.

You quickly cupped his face between your hands, forcing him to face you. Tears fully sliding down your face as you regarded him.

"I love you Echo".

His eyes widened while his breath hitched deep within. He must have misheard you. There was no way you could have....

"I love you". He had heard it right. "And it breaks my heart to know this is how you think of yourself, Echo. It doesn't matter how you look. I fell in love with you because of who you are on the inside".

He blinked. "Y-you love me..?" He stuttered as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. You nodded your head.

"So much".

His features turned grim. He shook his head. Knocking himself out of the dream, that he so desperately wanted.

How could someone as perfectly Stunning and breathtaking as you, want someone imperfect and broken like him? You deserved better!

"How can you say that when I look like this?! How can you say that knowing what I am?! I can't give you a normal relationship!". He questioned you with a raised tone, gesturing to his mutilated body held together by wires and mechanical parts.

You hated how he was belittling himself. Hated that he thought so little of himself. Hated that he felt so much shame and guilt. When to you he was your world. He always had been. Your heart ached because of it.

     "Echo, your handsome. You always have been. A few cyber enhancements or pale skin isn't going to change how I feel about you. You shouldn't be ashamed by them".

     "It should". He muttered under his breath. But in the silence of the parlor you could hear him as if he was speaking in his normal tone.

Needing to knock some sense back into him, you did the only thing you could think of. And boy was it a bolder move then you usually had in you. But you had to get through to him that you saw all of him and wanted everything.

You crashed your mouth down onto his. Your plump lips on his startled him. That was definitely not what he thought you were going to do. The last thing he expected. But he liked it. Oh maker did he like it.

   So naturally, he leaned, pushing himself against you. Allowing his hand to cup your cheek and bring you closer to him. You brought your hand up to cover his and then you reached down to touch his cybernetic one. Feeling your human skin brush up against his metal replacement he tensed up and tried to pull away. But you stopped him.

     "Are you sure?"

He searched your eyes for any doubt, but he found none. There was no disgust. Not a single hint of it. Nor were you repulsed by them. In fact there were no negative feelings. All that stared back at him was...love. Happiness. And contentment. This is what you really wanted. His breathing turned unsteady.

You really really wanted him.

All of him.

You loved him....

You loved him.

Then there was nothing left to do. Wasting no more time he made his own confession known.

    "I love you". Your eyes welled up at those three powerful words you had waited so long to hear. "By the maker I love you so much. I wasted so much time not telling you. Afraid that you wouldn't want to be with a clone". He chuckled lightly, his own tears beginning to build at the corners of his eyes.

"Fives was right though". His thumb swiped away your own tears. You pressed your cheek into his palm, wanting to take in his long awaited touch.

Before, mentioning Fives name would bring up too many heartbreaking feelings. Now it only held wonderful memories.

You smiled so brightly. "About what?"

"That you'd feel the same way about me that I do about you".

It was your time to chuckle while more tears streamed down your face. This time though, they were ones of joy.

“He always did know more then us".

Echo looked longingly into your eyes. Still in awe that you had chosen him, but was elated that you had.

“Yeah. He did".

Your brought his lips back to yours and he had no complaints about it. He leaned into your touch and pulled you into his lap. Wanting to feel your body near his, feel your skin as his hand roamed along your back. It wouldn't be long before his brothers made their way back into the parlor and found the two of you in a compromising position, but neither of you cared.

You tasted so sweet to him, like a nectar filled cocktail and he wouldn't let anything or anyone stop him from consuming you. Maybe not here, in the open. But oh he would have you. He had waited long enough.

Especially when you had chosen him. Made it clear that you wanted to be with him no matter what he looked like. No matter the cyber enhancements. You saw past that. It didn't digest you or make you think twice about being with him.

The emotions you exuded out of him made him feel whole again. You made him feel like a man again. And he would spend ever single waking minute, for how ever long you wanted to be with him, showing you just how much that meant to him.

[robin-writess]

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[downwiththemoralmajority]

Only A Heartbeat Away Part 4

Rex Brown / Phil Anselmo x female reader

Word count: 4156

Warnings: none

After finding out who is the new lead singer, you are more confused than before. You have to come to a final decision.

This familiar voice of an angel couldn’t be unheard. I couldn’t believe who I just met. My eyes wandered from his legs to his upper body until they reached his face. I opened my mouth to say something but I immediately closed it. His charm instantly derailed me and my knees started to shake. Still holding the doorknob I took a step back while Phil made his way towards me. What was Rex doing meanwhile? I was really afraid that he could find us together.

„Phil… please don’t.“, I whined. He shouldn’t do this.

„Surprise!“ His hand stroked my cheeks and moved down to my neck, which was one of my sensitive spots.

„Rex could…“

„Rex is your new boyfriend, huh? What about us? We had a great time. Why don’t we repeat it?“, he softly moaned into my ears. Phil stood out for me. But my heart still cries for Rex. What if Rex found us with Phil’s hand on my face? I’d rather die than getting caught.

Phil continued: „I think we might keep our little secret, right?“ Without hesitation he longed for my lips and kissed them passionately. I tried to push him away but I couldn’t resist, so I deepened the kiss. Our one last kiss.

As soon as we heard a door slam, he ended our little session and carefully walked through the door. To keep calm I breathed in and out. Actually I gasped for air. He cursed me once again like he did last month. What was this little secret? Our liaison in New Orleans? This kiss? Or would he go further?

„Hey sexy, are you still in there? It was like I heard some noises.“ Rex sneaked through the open door.

„I’m okay. I just had some cramps but it’s gone now.“, I lied. Technically I had cramps but not in my uterus but in my stomach. I should call it guilt or disgust. Carefully I asked him what he was doing. His answer was that he was a bit hungry and had a little snack.

„Would you mind to bear us company and meet our new singer?“, he asked in full excitement. Once again I felt so sorry for him but I put up a good face on the matter: „The suspense is killing me. Let’s go.“

„Dude, what’s taking so long man? We didn’t meet for nothing. Cmon.“ Darrell shouted in anger. I could understand him. We've been away for 30 minutes. So Rex took my waist and led me to their rehearsal room.

„Dude Rex. We mean to jam together. Girls are up to no good. Just a joke, Y/N.“, Darrell laughed but there was some kind of seriousness in his voice. Surely I distracted Rex from working on new songs but he asked me to come.

„Fucking right man. Girls just think about sex.“ Now it was Phil speaking. His words were a kick in the teeth. He seemed angry but tried to paper over the cracks with those insults which should sound like jokes. Exaggeratedly cool he jumped up and reached out for my attention: „Hey, I’m Phil Anselmo. Nice to meet you, pretty.“ He grabbed my hand so tightly that he nearly broke the back of my hand. Without turning a single hair I introduced myself: „It’s a privilege to meet you. My name is Y/N.“ He kept playing the game. To act like nothing happened. The longer I remained silent about our relationship the harder it would be in the future. If Rex found out our secret he wouldn’t be pleased. It could destroy Pantera. Someday I had to put my cards on the table and the sooner the better. The tension between me and Phil was undeniable. They probably thought we weren’t vibing together but we had to hide away.

To break the awkward silence Rex threw the drumsticks at Vinnie and grabbed his bass. Darrell joined by taking his electric guitar. A blue one with a kind of fancy pattern on it. Phil smirked at me deviously. What would he do next? Next week. Next month. To fight for me?

The speakers exploded as Darrell hit the first note, and Vinnie and Rex joined with drums and bass. The way Rex swung his bass in the rhythm of the other instruments fascinated me. I saw this earlier but it’s kind of intimate. He couldn’t avert his gaze from me. Bass playing looked so easy on him like he was born to do it. Straight after joining the music Phil noticed us and meant to intervene in our flirt. He seemed jealous. This is going to destroy the band, I thought wistfully. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

Phil started to act like I’m a fan in the crowd and sang to me. Just one inch away from my face he yelled into the microphone and tried to devour me with his eyes. I didn’t know where to look. My winkingly eyes caught a glimpse of Rex in front of the speakers. He visibly stared at us but I couldn’t read between the lines. Is he angry at Phil or is he used to having a singer with a great stage presence? He obviously didn’t know about our past and I thought it was a little bit too late to get things straight. Phil and I need to keep our secret. No matter the cost.

Two hours and ten songs later they finally stopped playing. My poor ears were bleeding and my lungs longed for a cigarette. I debated whether to light up a cig in the garage or to leave the gathering. I decided to stay and listen to their songs. Through my head a lot of thoughts were cruising and it was impossible to focus on the music. Rex was so excited to show me his talent and their new lead singer but then I met Phil again. He destroyed the whole thing. Or was it me?

I asked to be excused and pressed fresh air in my lungs. The streets were decorated for Christmas and I watched families putting up their Christmas tree and ornaments. A little girl from across the street sneaked through the curtains and watched me smoking. I would die to be a child again. Just for one moment. The neighborhood seemed so peaceful during Christmas. The scenario I created in my head was me fooling around with my parents who would get the first present. It has always been me. The holidays reminded me that I had to call my aunt. She was the one who introduced me to rock music.

„Thirsty?“ Someone interrupted my daydream.

„Darrell, hey, yeah, thanks. Always love a cold beer.“, I thanked him.

„I’m actually not the type for deep talk, you know. But you’re Rex’s girlfriend and he’s my best friend. So how’re you doing? Great new singer, man.“ He seemed drunk but nevermind.

I went like a bull at a gate: „Can you keep a secret?“

Darrell narrowed his eyes. Straight after he began to smile. Did I really have to tell him about my problem? Can I trust him? We became good friends after spending much time together. He could help me by remaining silent and intervene if necessary.

I breathed in deeply: „I’ve made a huge mess, Darrell.“ And breathed out.

„Don’t tantalize me, man. Spit it out.“, he curiously said.

„Hm, well, I don’t know. You seemed kinda annoyed earlier like you don’t want me here because I could distract Rex.“

„Ah man, Y/N. Don’t take me seriously. I know that Rex loves you and can’t stop talking about you. I would do anything for my brother and this included hanging out with you. Nah, I don’t only do it for him but also for you. You’re nice.“

That didn’t help. He kept talking about Rex and his passion for me. One word about cheating would escalate the conversation but I had to.

„Is it possible to love two people at the same time?“ My drunk ass challenged me. This was the alcohol speaking. To keep me distracted I drank a lot of beer during their jam session.

„Dude, what are you talking about? Joking. Keep going.“, Darrell cheered me up. His bright white teeth flashed through his lips.

„I mean, yeah, it’s too early to say it’s love. But ugh, I’m rambling. Sorry.“, I whispered softly. My eyes slowly filled up with tears. I held them until Darrell came to caress my hand.

„Hey dude. Whatever it is, you can tell me. Yes, I will keep your secret.“

„I know Phil. I hooked up with him in New Orleans. Not only once.“

„That’s nothing new, dude. We all get around.“

„Did Rex…“

„Since punched that scruffy guy? No. Not since he met you.“

„Fuck.“

„But this is great? He appeared to be the most faithful guy of the group. I mean there were groupies but in the past. And the story of the van is true.“, he always had the best way to make me feel better.

„The night before I left Arlington to go on vacation… I thought he cheated on me because Vinnie said he’s absent. I was on vacation in New Orleans, Darrell. New Orleans! You fucking know who’s from New Orleans.“, I couldn’t stop empathizing that I’ve been in New Orleans.

„Fuck, man. You cheated on Rex with Phil?“

„Pssst! Darrell. Be quiet, will you? They could hear us.“

„Dude. This is… well… I don’t judge you, okay? I’ll do my best to separate you from… whom?“

„Phil, please. I can’t throw away the time I had spent with Rex.“

„But throw away the memories you made with Phil?“

„Darrell. Just… ugh. Don’t make this complicated.“

„Okay, okay… so, still freezing outside or joining the other?“

Without thinking about it, I just kissed his mouth to thank him for letting me talk his ears off.

„Don’t cheat on him with me.“, he laughed and I joined.

„Hey Rex, I think you’re not her only one.“ Phil made such an inappropriate comment when Darrell and I entered the room. What was he trying to achieve? If he was trying to win me back he could forget it. That was not the right way to reconquer me.

With a clenched fist I finally opened my mouth: „Who do you think you are? Not even a day here in Texas and already shooting your big mouth off.“

„Woah, what’s going on here?“, Vinnie interrupted our discussion. Bad vibes filled the room and everyone started looking at each other. Phil didn’t want to end his false accusations: „She muddles our process up. Girlfriends will make future business difficult. I want to be a rockstar and not care about a girl.“

„Okay, Phil, what is your fucking problem?“, Rex intervened. The fucking problem is that I cheated on you, I thought. With Phil. The singer seemed to have an authority problem. With eyes wide open Phil glanced an angry stare at Rex. I actually might turn their attention to me. He was right but still not in the position to backbite me. The tense situation was about to escalate and if no one took appropriate precautions soon Rex and Phil would jump at each other‘s throat.

„She’s the fucking problem, dude.“, Phil screamed and pointed at me. I took a step backward in fear of being punched. His finger pointing at me and his hasty gestures made me go into freeze mode. I didn’t know this Phil.

„What if you’re the problem, huh?“, Rex was furious.

„That’s not how to write metal history, guys. Fucking stop!“ Darrell was about to explode. He stood up and stood between the parties to the dispute. Despite the fact that they could kill each other I had to admit that their cockfight overwhelmed me in a strange way. Never had two men fought for me and I put all my eggs in one basket that Phil would knock Rex out. Phil is so masculine and hench. On the other hand Rex‘s punch was notable when he lambasted that scruffy guy in the club.

I shook the thoughts off and listened to Darrell’s words: „She’s not the problem, you’re both not the problem. The real problem is that the beer is empty and I’m thirsty.“ Shyly I chuckled to myself. Without saying anything I left the room and came back with the six pack of beer bottles which I bought at the gas station earlier. The cashier didn’t even ask me about my age. Within seconds they ran towards me to grab a bottle. Though Phil hesitated at first he made his way to me and took a beer with a smirk. As if nothing had happened we clinked our bottles and took our first sip.

„Cheers!“, Darrell raised his bottle and suggested: „What about celebrating our first jam in the club?“

„I’ll pass.“, I said, knowing things would get worse.

Rex took me by my hand and asked softly: „Is everything okay? I’ll be there for you. We could stay here.“

Phil observed our conversation but couldn’t understand anything. We were talking too low.

„Yeah, I’m fine but you know, I feel a bit uncomfortable being in the club with.. you know.“, I didn’t want to explain it and I knew Rex would understand. He gave me a kiss to let me know.

Phil’s death stare was intimidating. He couldn’t stop staring at us.

„Okay guys, let’s go.“, Darrell shouted in excitement.

„Hey Rex“, I whispered, „could you bring me home? Just stop at my house on our way to the club?“

„Sure, babe.“

—

Your wish is my command, I thought. I no longer bothered their attention during their jam sessions. In the meantime I did something really unexpected. I searched for a half time job to earn my own money. It wasn’t really a job but an internship that would distract me from Rex, and especially Phil. The newspaper had some great offers and I managed to get invited for some interviews. The first job interview I had was in a local newspaper. Though I hadn’t studied yet, I still had the chance to get a job. I attended a journalism course in high school and learned some basics in writing.

But the timing was bad. Only one week left until Christmas Eve. Most of the newspapers wanted to hire people next year but I was fine with it. At least they invited me.

I decided to do groceries straight after my first job interview. Loud Christmas music was tootling in the grocery stores and everywhere. I saw a lot of children singing carols along the streets and Santa Claus rang his bell to collect money for kids with cancer. Usually I donate some dollars.

I put the groceries in the car and left the busy street. On my way back home I struggled to focus on the traffic. The sun was standing very low and it was impossible to see anything. I managed to stay calm, hoping not to cause any damage. After the 10 minute car ride I finally reached my destination. As I sneaked through the window I found my mom being busy in the kitchen. Though it was later in the day, it still wasn’t time to prepare dinner. Hurriedly I searched for the keys and opened the front door.

„Hey mom, I’m back. I went grocery shopping after the interview. I bought everything you needed.“, I yelled at her because she was still puttering around. She screamed on full blast so I could hear her: „Honey, welcome back. Come, I need some help. We have a guest.“

We had a what? It was Wednesday and my dad was still working. My mom usually didn’t invite someone. And she hadn’t met Rex yet.

„Mom, where can I put the groce..“ I couldn’t finish my sentence because what I just saw was so incredibly unbelievable and wrong on so many levels. The groceries went down on the ground and the shattered jam glass left a juicy mess on the laminate. My speechless mom looked up and down trying to figure out what was happening.

„This can’t be happening! You invaded my home!“, I screamed internally and externally.

Phil replied slightly amused: „We’re gonna bake some cookies. Wanna help?“

„No, I don’t want to help. I want to know what you’re going to do here?“

„Baking Christmas cookies, as I said.“

His exaggerated happiness made me furious. I narrowed my eyes and stared at him until he gave me an appropriate answer.

„Okay, we’re also about to bake some gingerbread.“

„You’re not going to bake cookies or gingerbread. You’re going to leave. NOW.“

„Y/N, what’s biting you? Phil’s being helpful. And he told me how you both met in New Orleans. Sweetie, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend back then.“, my mother came to his defense.

„He wasn’t my boyfriend.“, I exculpate myself. Apparently my harsh words hurted Phil. He looked down on his cookie dough which he kneaded perfectly. Some strands of hair were stuck in his eyelashes and I waited for him to remove them. But he didn’t. He didn’t even notice it. My mother stared at him, then caught a glimpse of me and we remained silent. Unwillingly I broke the silence: „Can we talk?“ I turned to Phil. Without saying anything he followed me to the living room. I didn’t want to risk anything, so I avoided leading him into my bedroom. The kitchen was out of reach. My mother wasn’t able to snap our conversation up.

I started talking: „Be honest. What is your actual intention?“

„Christmas cookies.“ I rolled my eyes again.

„Phil!“

„Okay“, he sighed softly, „first of all, sorry for being such a dickhead last week. To be honest, I was jealous. About you and Rex. I heard you fucking in the kitchen. I was about to knock, you know? Then I left. For fuck‘s sake, I hid in the living room to catch a glimpse of the girl Rex fucked and holy shit. I was YOU. Rex fucked my girl.“

„Phil.“ This was the only word I currently knew.

„I had to be careful not to be found. But I risked my position in the band just to be with you alone.“

„It was surprising.“

„I did want to surprise you. But to find out you have a boyfriend was not what I expected. So I got angry and vented my wrath on you.“

„You scared me.“ Taciturnly, I tried to keep the conversation going. I wanted this to end and Phil to finally leave.

But he continued his monologue: „Y/N, I should have told you earlier. Much earlier. That I adore you. I always adored you.“

„And why didn’t you confess anything? You had so much time.“ My eyes slowly turned tearful. I tried to hold it back.

„But how? We lived miles apart. As soon as Pantera hired me, I was the happiest guy in the world. I would go to Arlington. Guess who lives there? You! As I arrived here I couldn’t wait to meet you.“

„But how should that happen? You didn’t even know where I lived? Waiting for me to meet you accidentally?“

„It’s called a phonebook.“

I admitted that he was right. He could’ve found me because he knew my name.

That soft smile he gave me made my heart melt. I went weak on the knees by the way he was being so open about his feelings. He confessed his love for me which Rex actually never did. Though he called me girlfriend I waited for him to express his affection for me. No words were needed in our relationship but I longed for the term „I love you“.

„I love you, Y/N!“ It came like a bombshell. He really said that out loud in the gentlest way possible. Stark and stiff I stood there not able to reply and repeated his confession over and over again in my head. I love you. I love you. I love you. I wondered if he expected an answer. It tumbled everything.

„Please stop.“, I screamed. I screamed so loud that my mother tried to catch a glimpse of us but she decided not to come. After all the tries to stay calm I finally let my tears flow. Without hesitation Phil embraced me and it felt so good. My tears left wet spots on his white shirt.

„Phil“, I stuttered whiny-voiced, „I don’t know what to do.“

„You just have to decide.“ I continued to cry into his chest. We hugged each other for five minutes until we left each other's bodies. I looked up at him and whispered: „You have to go.“

His also teary eyes turned into a sad smile. Before he left he gave me a kiss on my forehead. Then he disappeared into the darkness.

—

The following days were busy. We put up our Christmas tree later than planned and made the last arrangements for our little family gathering. Pantera was the last I wanted to spend Christmas with. I longed for Rex but I knew they spent all day together practicing which included Phil. Sometimes I called him and went on dirty talk in the nighttime. But as soon as I hung up the phone I continued thinking about Phil. I love you. I love you. I love you. You have to decide, he said. Should I leave Rex? Phil? Both? I talked about my mistakes with my mom. She was very sympathetic and supportive. But most of all she didn’t judge me.

On the night before Christmas I received a phone call. I woke up from the ringing sound of the phone. As I got up my mother called me upstairs. She handed me the receiver and I answered the call: „Hello?“

„Am I talking to Y/N? This is Addison Farmer speaking from the HR department at San Francisco Times. We received your letter of application.“

When did I write an application letter to San Francisco?

„I’m afraid that wasn’t me. I think you mistake me for someone else.“

„Didn’t you write the article „Celebrating the Strength and Resilience of Women in the 80s“?

„Yes, I did, but..“

„This is fantastic. Will the 30th December be okay for you to start working?

„Uhm, I haven’t studied journalism. I was just looking for an internship“

„You can work here and be able to study journalism at the University of San Francisco if you like to.“

„Yes, I accept the offer.“

„We’re looking forward to working with you, Miss Y/N. You will receive the contract and further information in the next few days. Please send back the contract or just bring it along on your first day. If you have any further questions don’t hesitate to contact me. If you reconsider you can also call me. Have a nice day and merry Christmas.“

„Merry Christmas.“, I answered and after that I lost my mind. I turned to my mother and saw her smiling. This was the brightest smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

„Mom?“

„Sweetie, I see this letter everyday on your desk. It’s been there for more than a year. Why did you hesitate to send it? I know you’re good at writing. It was your wish to work there. I just did you a favor. You’ve been through a lot for two months and you deserve to be happy.“

„Mom, I’m kinda angry at you. But… thank you.“

„You can sleep at your aunt‘s house. I did ask her.“

„MOM!“

„As long as you don’t have your own apartment.“

„Oh, mom. Thank you so much. I love you.“

„I love you too, sweetheart. Go and pack your bags.“

„I surely will!“

—

I know you won’t stop thinking about me. The time we spent together was my favorite part of my life and I wish I wouldn’t move away but I have to take the chance. I am a writer to the core and that I haven’t studied yet was a huge mistake. Though we won’t see each other I still will think about you, like you always did. My heart is still beating for you and it will skip a beat every time I hear you play on the radio. Your band will write metal history.

I will miss your big brown puppy eyes, your ability to make me scream, your smile, your beautiful hands, your perfect body and especially how you melt my heart.

Please don’t forget me. I won’t forget you either. Thanks for loving and desiring me to the bone.

I love you

Y/N

—

I posted the letter before I drove to the airport. Heavy-hearted I said goodbye to my parents and entered the plane.

I was on my way to San Francisco without knowing that I was actually pregnant.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 32: Enough

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst

WC: 9.4k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, anxiety, loss, supporting character death, mentions of chronic illness but not specified what, mentions of past murder, unhealthy coping, some fluff, this is sad im sorry :(

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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"Jungkookie, look."

Mrs. Jeon points at the last empty space in the puzzle, the only place without a piece. 

"Oh no," The child sitting in her lap gasps quietly, "Oh no, mommy. Where is it?"

"Mm, I'm not sure," She whispers back, "Should we go on a mission to find it?"

Three-year-old Jungkook turns to smile at her, his bunny teeth on full display, "Yeah! Let's go on a secret mission."

She lifts him off her lap, then she gets onto the floor on her hands and knees. 

"What are you doing, mommy?" Jungkook asks, standing next to her. 

"I think maybe we need to be animals to find it," she says with a smile. 

Jungkook drops to the floor immediately, "Yes! I'm a lion mommy, raaawr!"

She laughs, "Uh oh, I better run."

He looks at her in confusion, "Why?"

"Because I'm a zebra! I don't want you to eat me."

Jungkook laughs and starts crawling towards her on all fours, "Raaawr, run zebra mommy, I'm going to eat you!"

Her laugh rings out across the living room as she crawls away from him, "No, no, no! Don't eat me!"

Jungkook chases her around the living room for a few minutes, laughing like crazy at her silly antics. 

Eventually he stops, "Ok, I won't eat you."

She turns and sits on the floor, looking at him, "Oh? Why not?"

"Mm, I'm not hungry!" He giggles. 

"I thought lions were always hungry," She muses. 

He shakes his head, "Not me, and I don't want to eat the mommy zebra."

"Ohhhh, I see," She stands up, "Well, you better run then."

"Why?" Jungkook looks at her with huge brown eyes. 

"Because now I'm a... tickle t-rex! Raaawr!"

Jungkook squeals with laughter as he leaps up and bolts for his bedroom, "Ahhhhh! Don't get me mommy!"

She chases him into his bedroom where he jumps on his bed and hides under the covers. 

His laughter is piercing but so beautiful to her as she tickles him until neither of them can breathe from their giggles. 

Once they've both calmed down, she pulls him into her chest and brings the covers over them. 

"Are we hiding, mommy?" Jungkook whispers under the dark stuffy blanket. 

"Yes," She whispers back. 

"What are we hiding from?"

"The aliens," She says in a silly voice, making him giggle again. 

She brushes the hair from his face and kisses his forehead, "I love you so much, my sweet Kookie."

__________________________

"W-What's going on?" You ask breathlessly as Jungkook is dragging you back through the forest to the boxcars. 

"My mom," His voice breaks as he pants, but he says nothing else. 

Your heart flies to your throat at his few words and you squeeze his hand tighter. 

It doesn't take very long until you're both crashing back into the clearing where Tae is just getting onto his motorcycle. 

He must have gone back to get it earlier. 

Taehyung nods at Jungkook as his motorcycle revs loudly, silently agreeing that he'll meet him there.

Then there's a billowing cloud of dust as Jungkook pulls you towards his own bike.

Without him needing to say a word, you hop on, holding his waist the second he sits down. 

The engine roars to life and a moment later, the trees are blurring by on all sides. 

-

"Why is she still here? Why isn't she at the hospital?" 

Tae shakes his head at Jungkook's panicked questions, "I don't know, Kook."

The three of you are running to the entrance of the place Jungkook took you before. You know it's some kind of assisted living for people that are chronically ill to the point they need constant medical assistance but don't need to stay at the hospital.

Jungkook can't get through the doors fast enough as he almost knocks over a woman carrying her child out after visiting a family member. 

"Sorry," Tae apologizes to her for Jungkook, who is just in a blind panic to get to his mother. 

"Jungkook," The woman at the front desk stands up when she sees him. 

You recognize her as the one that checked you guys in when you came to visit. 

"Jungkook, hold on," She comes around the desk as he tries to just walk to the room. 

He doesn't even acknowledge her until she grabs his arm, "Jungkook, wait."

It takes a moment for his brain to register what the older woman is saying, then he looks at her in confused betrayal before pulling his arm away and heading towards the room again. 

You and Tae look at each other before following him and the nurse. 

"Jungkook! She isn't in there!" 

That finally makes him stop, seconds before he went into the room his mother was in for years. 

He looks at the nameplate by the door to see a man's name, his mother's nowhere to be found. 

Jungkook turns in a panic, "W-Where is she? Why isn't she-"

"Listen to me, sweetheart," The kind nurse holds his shoulders to ground him, "She just moved rooms, we put her into a room where she can have more intensive care."

"Why?" His voice shakes. 

"I need you to take a deep breath and we can go back to her, okay? Everything will be explained."

You watch with an aching heart as Jungkook forces himself to take deep breaths until the nurse deems him calm enough to go back.

Tae and you follow behind silently as she tells Jungkook that he can see her for a moment, but then he will need to wait and let them finish taking care of her before going in for a longer visit.

The four of you turn down a hallway to see it lined with doors spaced further apart than the other ones you were just at. Benches and individual chairs are placed outside of each room. 

This hallway is cold...not warm and welcoming like the rooms close to the front. 

Your stomach turns when you stop outside of a room that's door is open as nurses go in and out, not frantically, but not like they are walking around casually either. 

The older nurse that brought you here turns to you and Tae and smiles kindly while gesturing to the seats outside of the room. 

Tae plops down on the bench, his hand immediately going to his mouth as he bites his nails, and his knee bouncing with anxiety. 

You sit next to him a moment later, feeling stiff and anxious yourself. 

Jungkook is the only one still standing as he walks over to the room and slowly goes inside. 

-

He sees her, lying in the white bed, one that surprisingly looks even more comfortable than her own bed in her old room. 

A floral scarf is wrapped around the top of her head. 

Her favorite scarf. 

"Mom?" He whispers, terrified that she won't answer him and terrified that she will. 

She doesn't. 

Her eyes are closed, a soft smile on her face. 

"She's sleeping," The nurse assures him, making his anxiety melt away. 

"Is she okay?" 

The nurse bites her lip as she looks at the beautiful woman lying in the bed, "She's not in any pain. She's comfortable..."

Those words make Jungkook's stomach plummet. 

No. 

No, no, no. 

He looks at the kind woman that has kept his mother alive and content all these years. 

"What do you mean?"

She shakes her head, "I-...I'm sorry, Jungkook..."

He looks back at his mother, the room blurring rapidly. 

"How long?"

"We were hoping for a few days. But I'm not so sure anymore. I'm glad Namjoon called you, we couldn't get a hold of you."

"Fuck," Jungkook's voice breaks, "I-...I thought I-...Why-"

"Hush now," His mother's nurse and dearest friend lays a hand on his arm, "You did everything you could, dear."

He shakes his head. 

"Yes, you did."

It's silent for a minute, then she sighs sadly, "I'm sorry Jungkook, but we do need to do a few things for her. Would you mind waiting out in the hall?"

He nods numbly, turning to leave. 

-

Jungkook came out of the room almost three hours ago. 

He sat on one of the chairs on the right side of the door, opposite where you and Tae still sit on the left side. 

"Are y-you sure we shouldn't t-t-talk to him?"

You whisper as quietly as you can to Tae, who shakes his head solemnly, "Not right now, ____. He checked out."

You both glance at the young man across the door from you, his gaze locked on a floor tile that's half purple and half white. He's been staring at it for hours, ever since he sat down. 

"When he checks out like this, it's best to let him be. He'll come out eventually, but if you startle him out of it, he'll go into a panic attack."

You swallow the tears threatening to come, "I wish th-there was something I could d-do to help him."

"Me too," Tae whispers. 

The nurse told Jungkook over two hours ago that he could go back in and see his mother, although she was still asleep. But he hasn't moved from that chair. 

You wonder what's making him scared to go in and be with her while he can. 

It kills you to have to do nothing but sit here and watch him suffer silently and alone. 

After another half hour has passed, you sneak a glance at Jungkook again. 

He's in the exact same position he started in, almost four hours ago. 

This can't be right, this can't be the only way for him to cope right now.

-

You get up to go to the bathroom. 

"Please t-tell me if anything ch-changes," You whisper to Tae. 

He nods, "I will."

You hurry to the bathroom and shut the door. 

The tears finally come, free to stream down your face without an audience as you crouch down and bury your face in your hands. 

You can't imagine the pain Jungkook is in right now. 

It's killing you to see him like this, and his pain is a million times worse than yours. 

It feels selfish to cry when it isn't even your mother that's dying. 

But you can't help it, seeing him in agony and knowing that that sweet lady is dying has your chest aching deeper than it ever has. 

After letting yourself cry it out for a bit, you force yourself to get off the bathroom floor and use the restroom, then wash your hands and leave. 

It feels almost like you're a robot, just going and going with automatic motions. 

When you sit back down, Tae tells you he'll be back and leaves. 

You can't stop yourself from looking back at Jungkook.

He blinks but does nothing else.

It hardly even looks like he's breathing. 

It can't keep going on like this...

"____?"

You turn to see Tae holding out a candy bar and a bottle of water.

"I got it from the vending machine in the lobby."

"Oh, th-thank you," You take it and stare at the package, reading it over and over again for the next few minutes. 

When you finally decide you can't stomach it, you slip it into the pocket of your overalls. 

But as you put it there, you feel something else in the pocket that makes you pause. You wrap your hand around whatever it is and pull it out. 

Oh...

It's four purple and blue bracelets...

You made them the day before you found out Jungkook's secret. The last time you saw him before he saved you from Kai at the school. 

You had planned on giving them to Jimin, Jungkook, and Tae. 

They were supposed to be friendship bracelets, kind of along the same line as the black and yellow ones you made for you and Jungkook. 

Those had a different meaning though...

You carefully clasp one of the bracelets onto your wrist, right next to the yellow and black one. Then you turn to Tae and hold out one of them. 

He looks at your hand to see a purple and blue bracelet sitting in your palm, made with the string you had bought when you got the stuff for Jungkook's surprise. 

So, that's what you were making with them.

Tae takes it, clasping it on his wrist and showing it to you proudly. 

You hold up yours. 

Tae gives you a small smile and a thumbs up, then goes back to eating his chips. 

You glance at Jungkook for the hundredth time, something telling you to talk to him. 

When you stand up to do so, Tae gently grabs your wrist and shakes his head. 

You lean down and whisper, "I know th-that maybe this is how J-Jungkook coped in the past. B-But I want to try."

He reluctantly lets go of you. 

-

Jungkook doesn't move a single centimeter when you approach him. 

It seems as though he doesn't even sense your presence even as you sit in the chair next to him. 

"Jungkook," You whisper. 

He blinks again but doesn't respond or acknowledge you in any way. 

Your stomach is tight with anxiety, afraid that you'll set him off into a panic attack. 

Maybe Tae is right, maybe you need to just leave him alone for now. 

But something is telling you not to, telling you to try something different. 

Maybe Jungkook coped like this because he had no other way, and of course Tae knows that if you startle him, it'll send him into a panic. Tae was young too, he didn't know what to do, he couldn't figure out another way to help him, and that's okay. They managed with what they could.

They were children that had gone through stuff no child should ever even be able to imagine.

But now, it can change. 

You've worked with some students that had trauma, you've seen and developed countless ways to cope with it. 

Hopefully your knowledge on the subject will pay off right now. 

"Jungkook, i-if you don't want to talk, give m-me a nod."

It takes a minute for him to answer, but he does, giving you the tiniest nod.

"Ok, y-you don't need to talk. If you w-want to be alone, can you g-give me another nod?"

A few moments pass but he doesn't nod. 

Ok, so he doesn't want to be alone, and he doesn't want to talk. 

"If y-you want me to not talk, you c-can give me a nod."

Another few moments pass, and you don't get a nod. 

So, he wants me to talk. 

At least you're getting somewhere, and that somewhere isn't a full-blown panic attack. 

"One m-more question, if y-you're okay with me touching you, give m-me one last nod."

A few moments pass and he doesn't move, so you assume he doesn't want to be touched. 

But then, you see him nod, his eyes welling up with tears. 

"Ok," you say gently. 

Carefully reaching a hand out, you place it on top of one of his. 

You're going to go slow, rushing things will only make it worse. 

Finally, Jungkook looks away from that tile he had been staring at for literal hours. His eyes shift just enough to look at your hand on his. 

He stares at it for a few minutes as you whisper to him about the hallway. 

All you're doing is describing different things, wondering aloud how they made that chair across from you, or who painted that art hanging on the wall and what they were thinking at the time. Wonder who made the frame?

Small things that seem insignificant and stupid in this situation, but what you're trying to do is talk and talk and carefully get him out of that numb zone. 

If you start talking about anything that will trigger an emotion, he might snap back in that zone or freak out. 

And that's the last thing you want to happen right now. 

"Mm, th-that crumb on the fl-floor is so tiny I almost c-couldn't see it. I b-bet an ant c-could carry that on h-his back easily," You muse while Jungkook just continues to stare at your touching hands. 

"I'm scared."

You almost jump at the sound of Jungkook's voice that you haven't heard in hours. 

Ah, it worked. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

"I know," You whisper back, seeing his eyes fill with tears. 

You never knew how much you missed his eyes until they finally meet yours after what felt like an eternity. 

"I c-can't do it. I can't lose her, ____."

You nod, "I know, K-Kookie, I know."

"I'm scared," His voice breaks, "I thought I did enough..."

You move as close to him as you can while being in two different chairs, "I'm not g-going to tell you that y-you did enough. Because you don't n-need to hear it fr-from me."

He stares into your eyes as you continue, "You d-don't need to hear it from anyone b-but her."

You're right. 

He didn't know it until now. 

No one is going to convince him he did enough but her. 

"She w-wants to see you," You whisper, "She l-loves you."

Jungkook gulps, that word is so strange to him, even though he knows she loves him. 

She's always loved him. 

He just didn't want to admit it for a long time now, ever since he started the hits.

"Do y-you resent her for it?" You ask slowly. 

Jungkook thinks hard for a minute. 

He never ever wanted to even entertain the thought that he blamed her for getting him into this life. 

But now you're making him think it through and confront it for the first time. 

Does he?

It takes him a good minute to figure it out, but then he finally shakes his head, "No, I don't. I don't blame her, and I don't resent her. She had nothing to do with it. It was never her fault she got sick and that I made the decision to kill people to save her."

It seems almost like a weight is physically lifted from his shoulders; you can see it. 

He finally faced it, and he finally figured it out and accepted it. 

Now he needs to face her. 

Jungkook swallows thickly, "I should go see her, shouldn't I?"

"You c-can go see her," You change his wording, which makes it feel less daunting to him. 

He nods, but still doesn't move. 

You reach into your pocket and pull out one of the last two bracelets, putting it on his wrist next to the yellow and black one, just like yours, "T-Tae and I are here f-for you," You say gently, "No m-matter what."

Jungkook squeezes your hand, finally getting the courage he needed to go to her. 

"Thank you," He whispers.

_______________________

His eyes lock on her the second he comes through the door. 

She's still asleep. 

Jungkook walks soundlessly over to her bed and sits on the chair beside it, then he takes her cold hand in his. 

His thumb rubs absentmindedly over her delicate skin, wanting nothing more than to protect her forever. 

Looking down at their hands, his brain swarms with regret.

"Oh my, what did I do to deserve such a handsome boy coming to visit me?"

Jungkook looks up to see her smiling at him, her eyes squinted as she adjusts to the light. 

"Mom," His voice breaks. 

"I'm okay," She whispers, "I'm okay."

He feels a single tear slip down his cheek and he wipes it away, embarrassed.

"Ohh," She chides him sweetly, "It's okay to cry, you'll still be a man."

He chuckles tearfully. 

"I missed you," Her voice is weak, and it breaks his heart even more. 

"I missed you too, so much," He responds softly, bringing her hand to his mouth to kiss it gently. 

Her smile widens and brightens up the whole room, "My goodness, you are so handsome."

Tears are threatening to choke him as she reaches a hand up to touch his face, "I always wondered what my bunny boy would grow up to look like. I'm so happy I got to see that you look like me."

"Mom," He coughs tearfully, "Mom, I'm sorry-"

"No," She whispers with a weak smile, "My sweet boy, no. You worked so hard."

There is no stopping the tears now streaming down his face with no restraint. 

"If I just-"

"Listen to me," She speaks as softly as she always has. 

Not once had she ever raised her voice at him, only ever being as gentle as his father was rough. 

If only he appreciated it more. 

If only he showed her how much he cherished her. 

"You worked so hard and suffered so much. You did enough," Her voice breaks slightly with the tears now coming to her. 

She knows that's what he needs to hear.

Jungkook shakes his head, "I should've come to you more often, I shouldn't have left you alone for so long. I-"

"I know everything, Kookie."

His face falls when he sees her knowing look. 

"Namjoon told me," She whispers. 

Fuck. 

She wasn't supposed to know. 

She was never supposed to know. 

"What?" His voice shakes. 

"It's okay, I asked him to tell me where you got the money. I knew you wouldn't be able to cover my treatments with a regular job. I'm sorry, Jungkook-"

"No," He assures her gently, holding her hand for dear life as he moves closer and cups her pale cheek, "No, no, no. It's okay, I'm okay, I really am. It was my decision, I swear. It isn't your fault, mom, please- don't think like that."

She nods, but the tears still trickle down her face. 

Just then a nurse comes in and Jungkook realizes that the machines by his mother's bed started making some noise. 

He hadn't noticed.

His mother smiles at the nurse and nods, "It's okay, I'm okay." 

The nurse understands immediately, quieting the machines and leaving to fetch someone else. 

Jungkook looks at her in a panic, "What's going on?"

"Is anyone else here?" She asks sweetly, ignoring his question. 

He nods, "Tae and ____ are here, they're outside."

"Oh, tell them to come in, Kookie please? I want to see them."

Jungkook hurries to the door and frantically tells you two to get inside. 

You do, and you see her smiling the second you walk in. 

Goodness, she is so beautiful even when she's so sick. 

"Oh, Taehyung."

Tae doesn't even hold back his tears the moment he lays eyes on her. 

He practically runs to the right side of her bed and engulfs her gently in his arms, "I missed you," He mumbles into her shoulder. 

She laughs lightly, "I missed you too, you little rascal."

Jungkook is on her left side, holding her hand gently as Tae pulls away, tears falling endlessly. 

"Thank you, Tae," She whispers, "For everything."

He nods. 

"I love you," She nudges his shoulder, "People love you Tae, you need to let them."

You see Tae bite his lip harshly at her words. 

"Don't you dare even think about missing out on a family, I'll haunt you."

He nods tearfully, "Yes ma'am. I love you too."

She smiles at him, giving his hand a good squeeze. 

Then her gaze lands on you and she holds her arms out. 

You walk over timidly, not quite sure if you belong here right now. 

That worry evaporates when she pulls you into her arms, "Oh my sweet girl," She whispers, "I don't even know how to thank you."

You fight back tears, to no avail, "You d-don't need to thank me."

She nods, "I'm just so grateful that you are part of the family now. I couldn't ask for anyone better."

You wipe at your eyes, but the deluge is nonstop. 

You hug her again and whisper in her ear, only for her to hear. 

"You are the m-most amazing mother to ever exist, thank y-you for bringing him into this w-world. I pro-promise I will love him f-forever."

In that moment, you unknowingly released her from the only thing holding her back. 

Now, she can finally rest, knowing that her most beloved will be taken care of. 

When you pull away, you see nothing but pure joy reflecting in her eyes. 

She puts a hand on your cheek, "Thank you."

You nod and pat her hand gently before pulling away so she can talk to Jungkook. 

The older nurse from earlier walks in and sees the four of you and her eyes well up. 

"Oh, Mi-Young."

She walks over to the bed as Mrs. Jeon reaches out a hand to take her friend's, "I'm alright, Mira."

Mira nods, understanding even though she doesn't want to, "I know."

A moment later, Mira turns to the three of you and nods. 

She then bends down and kisses Mrs. Jeon's cheek, "I'll see you again," She whispers before moving away. 

You and Tae back up with the nurse as Jungkook takes her hand in both of his, "Please don't go," He whispers brokenly, "Please don't. I'm sorry..."

She smiles sadly, "Don't cry for me, love. I'm alright, really. I'm okay. I've done what I needed to do, it's my turn to go home now, I'm ready."

Jungkook chokes on his tears, "I don't want you to go."

"Oh, let me go," She rubs his cheek with her thumb, "Let me go, let me be free."

Jungkook's bottom lip quivers as tears continue to pour, "You're not supposed to go yet, you're supposed to stay with me. I can't do it alone."

"You're not alone," She reminds him, "You've got Taehyung, and ____. And I'll always be watching over you, I promise."

He shakes his head, he's not ready to let go. 

He didn't kill people just for her to die like this. 

He didn't work so hard just to lose her. 

She's supposed to be with him until she dies of old age, not this, not because of this. 

She's still so young. 

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. 

She was supposed to be at his wedding if ever he had one. 

She was supposed to be the grandmother of his children if ever he had them. 

She was supposed to come to his house for holidays if she didn't already live with him. 

They were supposed to be together for a long time. 

He needed to make up for the time he lost with her. 

He can't let go. 

"I wanted you to get older with me, you promised me," Jungkook whispers, his voice thick with grief. 

She was so young when she had him, she was supposed to be around for a long time. 

"I'm sorry, Koo..."

"I'll- I'll take you to all the ballet performances you wanted to see, I promise."

Tears cascade down her face at his desperate bargaining not to lose her. 

"I promise I- I won't leave you alone anymore-"

She shakes her head, "I wasn't alone, don't think like that."

Jungkook chokes on his sobs, "Please, please don't leave me. Please, please-"

"Hey," She coos softly, cupping his face. 

You can see her fading as Jungkook's panic rises. 

"You can stop now," She whispers for only him to hear. 

He knows exactly what she means. 

He was never going to stop killing as long as it kept her alive. 

No matter what he lost in the process. 

She's giving him permission to stop now. 

It hurt her so much to know what he had done to save her, but she never thought of him any differently.

She's letting go and telling him too as well. 

"No," He whimpers, "No, please. It's okay, I can do it, I don't mind-"

"I do," She cries softly, "I want you to stop. Please say you'll stop, Koo."

Jungkook nods, his tears never ceasing. 

"Ok," He chokes out. 

"Promise me."

“Promise me you’ll clean up your toys, Koo?” 

Jungkook nods and she smiles, “Once you’re done, we can get ice cream.”

“Yes, ice cream!” His lisp makes her smile wider as she crouches down to his level and holds out her hand. 

He links his pinky with hers, just like they always do. 

She leans down and kisses her fist as he kisses his, their pinkies still entwined, sealing the deal. 

"I promise," Jungkook whispers as he gently links his pinky with hers and brings his lips to his fist, sealing his last promise, "I promise, I'll stop. I'll let go."

She smiles once more, "I love you."

"I love you," He kisses her fingers that are still wrapped around his. 

A moment of silence passes as you see her look towards the ceiling, a smile on her face as if she's seeing something beyond beautiful, then her eyes flutter before closing.

Your face is drenched in tears and they aren't stopping anytime soon, a hand clasped over your mouth to keep your cries muted.  

Jungkook's hunched over body is shaking with silent sobs as he lowers his head to lay in her lap.

The nurse, Mira, appears to be wiping at her eyes before promptly leaving the room. 

It feels almost like the very sun has started to dim the moment Mi-Young passed away. 

The room feels cold and empty.

Tae is turned away, facing the corner. His face is stuffed into his hands as his shoulders shake with the tears he's trying so hard to make sure aren't heard. 

You don't even know what to do right now. 

All you can do is lean your back against the wall and keep your hands pressed to your mouth, salty tears dripping over your fingers. 

Everything they did was to save her. 

Now she's gone. 

The pain in your heart is so intense, you can't even begin to imagine what they are feeling right now. 

What Jungkook is feeling. 

A few minutes pass, no one saying a word or even moving a muscle. 

You see Jungkook very very gently rubbing his thumb on the back of his mother's hand, his head still in her lap. 

Suddenly, you feel someone touch your arm. 

Tae holds your elbow gently and nods toward the door. 

You leave with him, closing the door behind you two to let Jungkook be alone for as long as he needs. 

-

"I'm sorry, mom," Jungkook whispers, "I'm so sorry..."

He's no longer sobbing, but tears continue to fall silently, dripping over the bridge of his nose and into her lap. 

Jungkook curls in closer to her, resting his head against her abdomen like he used to when he was a small child, and something scared him or made him cry. The comfort of her soft lap and beautiful voice would always calm him quickly, no matter what happened.

He breathes out shakily, taking her hand and laying it on his cheek, closing his eyes and trying his best to conjure up a memory of her voice singing his special song. 

But he can't. 

Panic starts to set in when he realizes he can't remember. 

He can't remember. 

-

Almost an hour has passed since Mi-Young passed away. 

The nurse, Mira, comes back down the hall.

She sees you and Taehyung sitting outside of the room, both of your eyes rimmed with red as you stare straight ahead. 

Neither of you has dry cheeks, a few random tears spilling once in a while. 

But when Tae notices her standing there, he wipes his eyes and stands up. 

"Please don't make him leave," He whispers hoarsely. 

Mira swallows the lump in her throat, "Mi-Young asked me not to let him be with her too long after she passed. She said it would be harder for him the longer he got to spend with her."

Tae hesitates, then he nods slowly and steps away from the door. 

Mira walks into the room to see Jungkook sleeping beside his mother, curled into her side. 

He's so much larger than the small woman, but at this moment, he looks like a tiny child that snuck into his mother's bed in the middle of the night. 

Her heart breaks at the sight. 

She hates that she needs to wake him.

But Mi-Young asked this of her, it was her last request. 

And she must honor that.

-

When you see Jungkook walk out of the room, your heart cracks a little more. 

His eyes are red, and he looks a little disoriented. 

At first, you think he's going to walk past you and Tae, ignoring the two of you like he always does when he's upset. 

So, you're both taken by surprise when he walks right over to Tae.

The oldest holds his arm out and takes Jungkook into them. 

Jungkook doesn't hug him back, he doesn't have the strength to. He just lets Tae hold him, keeping his face stuffed into his best friend's chest as his arms hang limply. 

The look on Taehyung's face makes you wipe your eyes again. 

You've never seen either of them so broken. 

"She's free now, Jungkook," Tae whispers, "She's not in pain anymore."

Jungkook nods, keeping his face hidden.

"Do you remember how she used to talk about heaven, Jungkook?" Tae keeps the tears back as best as he can. 

Jungkook nods again. 

The elder squeezes him tighter, "She's the lucky one, Kook. She's in heaven now with the angels she used to tell us stories about. We're the ones that should be cried for," His broken laughter is brief, "We're stuck in this shithole. But she will never feel pain or sadness ever again. And she gets to watch us with my grandparents until we go with them."

It seems like Tae's words are the only thing that make Jungkook feel better, even if it's slight. 

You look at the two of them, pain squeezing your heart. 

They lost everything. 

Taehyung lost his grandparents a long time ago and Jungkook held on to his mother for so long only to lose her too. 

It was always them against this cruel world. 

You wipe your eyes again, holding your arms across your chest in a hug. 

"____."

You look up at Tae calling you. 

He's holding one of his arms out, telling you to join the hug. 

You shake your head a little. 

You don't belong in this moment. 

He just nods and waves you over again, so you walk over slowly. 

Tae grabs your sleeve and yanks you into the hug. 

You feel Jungkook wrap an arm around your waist and hold you tight as Tae's arm goes over your shoulders. 

"We're not the only ones who lost someone," Tae whispers into your ear, bringing tears to your eyes again. 

You feel both of them hug you tighter, keeping you warm and safe. You're not quite as big as them, but you hope they feel just as comforted by your hug. 

____________________

"Jungkook, I have something for you."

The three of you look up from where you're sitting on the sidewalk just outside of the building where Jungkook's mother stayed. The sun warming the sidewalk was actually helpful, as Tae said it would be. 

It's like a warm hug and a breath of fresh air at the same time. 

Mira is standing there with a white envelope in one hand and a tiny black box in the other. 

She crouches down in front of Jungkook, who still looks like a mess. 

"I knew your mother for almost twenty years, she was my best friend. She was so young; she was only a little younger than you when she first came to us...Mi-Young always told me stories about you and I remember being so excited when I first got to meet her most beloved boy."

Jungkook listens with rapt attention, not wanting to miss a single detail. 

"She loved you more than I have ever seen a human love another. Not a single day went by that she didn't tell me how much she loved you and wished you happiness beyond imagination. She lived a life full of happiness and love, don't let yourself believe anything else."

He swallows thickly, tears springing to his eyes once more. 

"She really was relieved to go, although she felt sorry," Mira clears her throat, "Your mother will be watching over all of us, never forget that."

Jungkook nods, wiping at his eyes for the millionth time. 

Mira grabs his hand and puts the envelope and box in it, then she wraps him in a brief hug, "I'll always be here for you, if ever you need me."

"Thank you," He whispers as she stands up and makes her way back inside. 

You and Tae sit quietly on either side of him as Jungkook stares at the envelope in his hand. 

"I'm scared to open it," Jungkook finally whispers after a while. 

"It's alright," Tae says, patting him on the shoulder, "You don't have to open it now."

The younger nods, "Ok," he says in a small voice.

Silence washes over you three again until Jungkook clears his throat, "Where are we going?"

"What do you mean?" Tae asks gently. 

"Where are we going to stay now?" Jungkook asks again, his face seemingly emotionless. 

"Oh...we could stay at a hotel?" Tae suggests. 

You and Tae agree that that would probably be safest, especially because Dae is still out there. 

Jungkook says nothing though. 

He didn't tell you two about Seokjin and Yoongi and how he promised them he would come back after he saved you. 

Was that really just yesterday?

It feels like forever ago.

"Jungkook?"

"Huh?" He starts at someone calling his name. 

"We were wondering if you were okay with a hotel," Tae says slowly. 

He nods, "A hotel sounds fine to me."

You and Tae give each other a concerned look.

Jungkook has a habit of snapping out of stuff quickly and then tumbling headfirst back down into it when people think he's okay.

Standing up and brushing off his pants, Jungkook stuffs the envelope and small box into his pocket, "Let's just get out of here."

After deciding where to go, you follow Jungkook to his motorcycle as Tae goes to his. 

"See you soon," Tae says before slipping his helmet on and starting the engine. 

You hold onto Jungkook as he starts up his own engine.

He's in a lot of pain, you can tell.

Years of pushing feelings down and corking them up like a bottle ready to explode is not going to take a short time to heal. 

He's dealt with pain by shutting it down for his entire life. 

His brain developed with those coping skills; it isn't going to fix things so quickly. 

That realization causes you more physical hurt than any bruises can. 

You're going to try your best to help him. 

He's just so broken.

___________________________

"Room for three?"

The worker at the front desk of the really nice hotel you came to gives you guys a funny look as he confirms what Tae asked for. 

Taehyung nods politely, "Yes, please."

"And how long will you be staying with us?" The worker asks slowly, looking over the three of you once more. 

You know you look like a mess. 

All of you are sweaty and tired with red eyes and tear-stained faces. 

You have no bags, nothing. 

It doesn't look like the three of you could afford a decent meal let alone a room in this place. 

Tae looks back at you and Jungkook, who both shrug. 

He turns back to the young man who continues to stare rudely.

"Um, can we please do it for three days?"

"Of course," The worker seems to finally act more normal the second he sees Tae pull out a card and hand it over. 

Tae gets his card back and two room keys, then he bows slightly, "Thank you."

You follow the boys to the elevator, glancing behind you to see the worker staring at you. 

"Don't worry about him, ____," Tae says as he gets into the elevator behind you and presses the button for the tenth floor, "He's just a jackass."

Jungkook leans back against the railing in the middle of the elevator, his face clearly depicting how exhausted he is. 

"Damn, this elevator music sucks," Tae groans, a shoulder leaning against the side wall by the buttons. 

You're standing in between them, hands clasped in front of you as you anxiously tap your toes.

"Finally," Tae sighs as the doors open after a while. 

But then you realize it's only the sixth floor and a family of four is standing there, waiting to get on. 

They crowd in, much to Taehyung's annoyance. 

The elevator wasn't very roomie with just the three of you, now it's even worse. 

Jungkook just stares at the floor numbly, not moving from his spot. 

The mother and father come in first, standing on the far-left side. 

The daughter who appears to be around ten comes in next. 

You smile at her, and she just sticks her tongue out. 

The last one to get on is the son, who looks to be in his late teens if not early twenties. 

He walks in and knocks your shoulder roughly, making you stumble. 

A hand on your waist keeps you from losing your balance and you turn to see Jungkook glaring at the young man. He pulls you into him as he moves to the far-right corner behind Tae. Your back is pressed into his chest, his arms wrapped around your abdomen protectively. 

When you glance down at his hands, you see him take one of yours and gently rub the back of it with his thumb as he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

Just before the elevator doors close, someone grabs it, and it opens to reveal an older businessman. 

He shoves his way in. 

"A whole ass party, lovely," Tae mumbles, "What floors?" He asks, voice tinged with irritation. 

"Twelve," The father of the family says. 

You remember the worker saying the pool was on that level.

"Eleven," The businessman snaps. 

Ah, and the conference rooms were on eleven.

Tae presses the buttons, and the doors start to close again, but not before another hand grabs them and opens them. 

"Oh, for the love of God," Tae grumbles when a couple comes into view, "There's no room!"

"Ah, there's plenty of room," The boyfriend says as he pulls his girlfriend on and they squeeze in, "Twelve, please."

"Already on the way," Tae says shortly, "Not like there are any other elevators right next to this one," He keeps muttering to himself as the doors start to close again. 

After the couple got on, it pushed people further into you, which is starting to make you feel squished. 

Jungkook feels your breath pick up as you get anxious with the businessman pressed almost right into you. 

You feel his arms hold you tighter for a moment as he maneuvers you, turning the two of you so that you're in the corner and he's closer to the old man. 

He just switched your places, but it makes your heart pound harder at the gesture. 

And now that Jungkook is facing you, his arms on either side of you, you feel a blush creep into your cheeks. 

He gives you a small, tired smile and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

It doesn't seem like he's even affected by the people pressing against his back, his eyes just trained on you. 

"Praise be to God," Tae clasps his hands as the doors close and the elevator starts to move. 

It jiggles for a second, making your heart leap to your throat. 

You hate when elevators are sketchy. 

One of your worst fears is an elevator breaking while you're in it. 

Apparently, it's one of Taehyung's too, because you see him put a hand over his eyes, "If this elevator breaks and we die, I'm gonna kill all of you."

The young man in the family that pushed you snickers. 

Jungkook sees you stiffen at the jolt when the elevator picks up speed. 

"You're alright," He whispers, "If this elevator broke, you'd be with the perfect two people in that case." 

You laugh nervously, knowing that he's right. 

If you were to get trapped in an elevator, he and Tae would be the best to get stuck with. They'd find a way out quicker than any rescue team. 

That calms you down considerably. 

*bing*

The number 10 lights up on the top of the doorway and you hear Tae sigh in relief as the doors open. 

"That'll be us," Tae says as he shoves past the couple, "Pardon."

The others move a little, but Jungkook still needs to shoulder through them to get you out. 

The doors close again when the three of you are free at last. 

"Fucking damn," Tae shakes his head, "Never in my life."

He stares at the elevator for a second before shaking his head again and walking away. 

You and Jungkook follow closely behind, his hand holding yours securely. 

Tae turns to the right and walks to the end of the hall, all the way to the last door, "Couldn't have been a more perfect spot," he says in satisfaction as he unlocks it and pushes it open. 

The room is extremely nice, something you would never be able to afford for even a single night. 

The setting sun shines through the window in a golden hue, falling over the room. 

There's a huge TV mounted on the wall in front of two decent sized beds. A couch is lined along the wall under the huge window, a gorgeous view of Busan greeting you when you walk over to it after slipping your shoes off at the door. 

There's a mini fridge and plenty of drawers and desk space to put things. 

"Holy shit!" 

You look over to where Tae is coming out of the bathroom, "The bath is bigger than your apartment, JK."

Jungkook rolls his eyes and sits down on the couch with a heavy sigh. 

"Tae, h-how could you af-afford this?" You ask, eyes wide as you walk into the bathroom, which is as beautiful as Tae said. 

He smirks as he sits on the couch next to Jungkook, "Being a hitman has its perks, babe."

Then he pats Jungkook's thigh, "We'll be okay here, Kook."

The younger nods, "I know."

You and Tae know Jungkook will continue to mourn his mother when he's ready. That isn't when you think is best, but Jungkook isn't going to listen to either of you. 

The only comfort he has right now is knowing she's in a better place. 

"Well, I'm starved."

You can tell Tae is trying to lighten the mood, which is difficult after what's happened today. But when you see the look on Jungkook's face, you can tell he's grateful. 

You're not sure how they're able to bounce back so easily after stuff, it must be the way they grew up. 

Jungkook still seems off though, no matter how much he tries to pretend like he's not going to cry anymore. 

Taehyung orders room service as Jungkook lays on one of the beds, resting his eyes, at least that's what he says. 

While waiting for the food, you and Tae watch some TV, but neither of you are really paying attention, you're just lost in your own little worlds.  

Everything seems so wrong. 

Jungkook lost the person he loved the most in this world. It feels like this is the last place you should be. 

-

None of you eat very much of the food when it comes. 

The food looks wonderful and not a single one of you has had a decent meal in days, but you don't have an appetite. 

Jungkook picks at the food a bit before saying he's just going to go to bed. 

You and Tae eat a few bites before putting the rest of it in the mini fridge and heading to bed as well. 

Taehyung goes to the left bed and climbs in, tucking himself under the covers and going silent. 

You can tell by the slight shaking of his shoulders a few minutes later when you come out of the bathroom, that he's crying again. 

About to get on the couch to sleep, you're startled by a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. 

"You're not going to sleep with me?" Jungkook asks quietly. 

"I th-thought you were asleep," You whisper back, glancing over to see that Tae is out like a light. 

"I can't sleep," Jungkook mumbles into your shoulder, "Please lay with me."

You nod, turning in his arms to face him, "Ok."

He takes your hand and leads you over to the empty bed closer to the bathroom, the light of the moon lighting your way. 

You get out of your overalls, in nothing but your shirt and socks before climbing into the bed. 

Jungkook climbs in after you, laying his head on the pillow with a quiet sigh. 

"I don't want to talk about today," Jungkook whispers before you even say anything. 

You nod, "Ok."

"I just want to sleep," His voice cracks slightly, but he recovers quickly, "I'm tired."

You slide down into the covers more until your chin is at the top of them, nothing but your face sticking out. 

Jungkook reaches out a hand and smooths it down your hair, "Goodnight, ____."

"N-Night, Kook."

_____________

Almost two hours later, Jungkook is still awake. 

He watched you fall asleep, hoping it might help him to fall into his own dreamland, one where she is happy and healthy and there with him. 

But sleep won't even come to his rescue now. 

Jungkook sighs and runs a finger down the bridge of your nose, the soft touch of your skin bringing him a small comfort. 

He smiles softly at your sleeping face, "You're so beautiful," he whispers, knowing you'll never hear him.

Your little mouth is open slightly but you're breathing in and out through your nose. He isn't sure why it's so cute, but it is. 

To think he was so ready to kill you all those months ago...

How was he ever unable to see your beautiful soul?

He used to stay up at night trying to figure out how to get rid of the girl that acted like there wasn't a single worry in the world, now he can't imagine his life without you. 

"Sweet girl," he mumbles, tracing your lips with his thumb. 

Jungkook leans over as carefully as he can, placing his lips on yours so gently that you don't even stir. 

Then he pulls away and carefully climbs out of the bed. 

He walks over to the desk by the window and grabs the box and envelope from his mother, then he goes out into the hall after grabbing one of the key cards. 

A short walk down the hall leads him to a sitting area with big couches and side tables. 

He sits down on the red couch, looking around for a moment. 

It's really late and there isn't a single soul around. 

After another minute, Jungkook finally looks down at the white envelope before opening it carefully. 

It feels extremely fragile and he's as gentle with it as he can be as he pulls out the handwritten letter to see his mother’s distinct handwriting. 

Dear Jungkook, 

If you're reading this letter, that means I must not be with you anymore. I'm so sorry, my sweet boy. I wanted to be with you for a long time. 

I found out today that I am very sick. I haven't told you yet, but the doctors are not very hopeful. I pray that I will be able to see my sweetest boy grow up to be a strong and handsome man. 

I can't tell you enough how sorry I am that I have nothing to leave you but what is in the box. It is something that is very special to me. 

Once upon a time, Kookie, I met a very kind young man. He was tall and handsome and always knew how to make me laugh. We were only eighteen at the time and I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. 

It turns out that I was wrong, but I know now that I wouldn't change it for the world. 

I ended up with a different man, and I had the most beautiful baby boy. I wouldn't trade him for all the riches in this world. He is my dream come true and all I want in this life. It isn't fair that I might not have as much time with you as I had hoped. Sometimes life isn't fair, baby, but it will all be okay, I promise.

I love you more than words can ever tell. 

Every morning, your sweet face is the first thing I think of and the last thought in my mind until I fall asleep at night. 

Thank you Jungkookie, for coming to me. You are the most precious gift God has given me and I will continue to thank him for the rest of my life and more. I think that maybe my mother sent you to me from heaven when she passed away. 

You are my best buddy in this whole world and I pray every day that you will find someone like I did when I was younger. My first love gave me what I am now giving to you. Make sure you give it to someone that holds your heart the way he held mine. 

One day, you will find that person. I promise. 

Oh, and Kookie? Please tell Taehyung I said hello and that I love him and that I am so grateful he is in our lives. I hope the two of you will grow up to be best friends forever. I really believe you will. 

I think I hear you calling me. You must have woken up from your nap. I love you sweet boy, please forgive me for going first. I promise I will save your spot in heaven right next to mine!

Remember, only give this precious gift to the person you fall in love with. It has magical powers and you will be together forever if you give it to them! Don't laugh and just believe me, okay?

You'll be okay, Koo.

You were always enough for me and I will always love you,

Mommy

"Mommy?"

"I'm coming, love!" Mi-Young carefully folds the letter and tucks it into the white envelope next to her before licking the seal and closing it. Then she tucks it into a shoe box, setting the tiny black box on top of the note before closing the lid and hiding the shoe box under her bed. 

"Mommyy," Jungkook cries, coming into the room as he rubs his teary eyes. 

"Oh baby," Mi-Young picks up the five-year-old and cuddles him close, "Mommy is sorry she didn't come quickly."

Jungkook tucks his face into the juncture between her neck and shoulder, breathing shakily, "I was scared mommy," he hiccups, "I woked up and you were not there."

"Mommy is right here, baby," She coos, "I'll always be right here."

A teardrop lands on the paper as Jungkook reads it again, then again. 

He hadn’t known she had gotten sick that early on. 

His fingers grip the paper tightly as he rereads it for the fifth time. 

She was in love with someone else before she met his father.

He never knew that. 

Of course, she wouldn't have told him when he was a child. 

Jungkook swallows thickly, a few more tears falling onto the letter before he folds it back up and tucks it into his pocket.

He never realized how much she truly loved him, how selfless she really was. 

He stares at the black box sitting on the table in front of him. 

Part of him wants to know what it is, another part of him is terrified to know. 

Jungkook finally reaches over and grabs it, holding it tightly for a second before opening it. 

Inside, is a small ring. 

His mother always had small hands but seeing the ring that used to fit on her finger brings tears to his eyes that he wasn't expecting seeing how small it is compared to his own now. 

The ring is simple, but beautiful. 

It is a rose gold color with the tiniest, most delicate leaves wrapping around all of it and three very small diamonds in the middle. 

He proposed to her...

She was really going to marry him...

Jungkook wonders what happened to them as he stares at the ring. 

He knows his mother doesn't regret anything though, she wouldn't have had him if things hadn't changed. She said as much in her letter. 

Gently taking the ring out, Jungkook looks at it. He notices it's on a chain as he pulls it out more.

It's definitely something his mother loved dearly; it’s in pristine condition after probably close to thirty years since it was made.

He slips the chain around his neck, making sure it's hidden in his shirt before closing the box and putting it into his pocket. 

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a/n: im sorry...

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Our Fire - John Allerdyce X Female Reader

Title: Our Fire

John Allerdyce X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Charles Xavier, Rogue, and Joel (OC)

WC: 880

Warnings: Mention of bad parenting, insomnia, nightmares, and fire

Y/N nodded along to what Professor Xavier was saying and explaining. Y/N joined Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters just the other day, her parents gave up on raising her, after she almost set the house on fire. Charles let her stay, giving her a room with Rogue, a girl her age, and reassuring her that he, and some of the other professors would help her control her powers.

Y/N was very grateful for all his help, and was nervous, but excited, to start her life over again. There was just a small problem. She couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Tossing and turning in her new bed, she shut her eyes tight, trying to sleep, but it seemed to have not helped at all. Opening her eyes, she let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, the moonlight from the window shining in, casting a soft stream of light across the room. 

Sighing quietly, Y/N sat up, tossing the blanket off of her. Tossing her legs over the side of the bed, she quietly stood up and opened the door as quiet as she could, trying not to wake up Rogue, her new friend and roommate. Shutting the bedroom door, Y/N walked through the halls, her fuzzy socked feet causing the wood floorboards to creak. 

Trying to remember how to get to the kitchen, Y/N turned to the left, spooking a small boy who was crying softly. The little boy rubbed his eyes, looking up at Y/N with wide, wet eyes. Walking to the boy, she sat down on her knees in front of him, a small smile on her face.

“First night?” She asked softly, and the little boy nodded, rubbing his eyes once more, and wiping his running nose on his T-Rex pajama shirt.

“It’s mine too.” Y/N spoke, nodding understandingly.

“It is?” The little boy asked, sniffling.

Y/N gave a smile and nodded.

“Yep. My first night. And, I understand that this is all scary, but after a while it won’t be so bad. I promise you.”

The child nodded and sniffled again.

“But, the walls make noises… And there are shadows.” The boy whispered, his hands raising to his face, covering his mouth a bit, muffling his words.

Y/N looked behind the boy, seeing the dark hall where the boy had possibly come from. It was dark and the shadows were thick. She nodded, understanding, looking back at the boy.

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked him.

“J… Joel.” He stuttered.

“Well, Joel, check this out,” Y/N spoke, raising her hand up a bit, slowly bright firey flames flowed out of her palm, spiraling up in the air and forming into little animals. 

The small fire animals danced in the air, circling the now smiling boy before extinguishing.

“It won’t be scary forever. And, the darkness will always go away. Since there is always light.” Y/N spoke, once the boy was laughing.

“You okay now?” The child nodded, gently taking Y/N’s hand, looking at her palm.

���How do you do that?” Joel asked, staring intensely at her hand.

“I don’t really know. I just think really hard and believe in myself.” She began, smiling gently, watching the boy.

“What can you do?” She asked him and Joel shrugged.

“I can read all languages. But, mine is not as cool as yours though.” Joel spoke, letting go of her hand.

“Well, I think yours is amazing. I’m jealous.” Y/N spoke, ruffling Joel’s shaggy hair.

“Really?” Joel asked, staring up at her.

Y/N nodded and stood up.

“Absolutely.” Y/N answered.

“Now, do you know how to get back to your room?” She asked Joel, who nodded.

“Alright, well, I think it is time for you to head back to bed.” She spoke, as the young boy yawned and nodded.

“Goodnight.” He yawned before heading down the hall, and to his room.

The hall was silent as the door shut and Y/N sighed.

Y/N could feel someone watching her.

“How long have you been standing there?” She spoke up, knowing someone was there.

A teenage boy her age walked out from his hiding spot. He was tall, wearing a plain white shirt and gray sweatpants. His brown shoulder length hair slicked back, green eyes watching her.

“You control fire?” He asked, stepping closer.

“Yeah, I can.” Y/N spoke, the room falling silent.

“What about you? What can you do?” Y/N asked, looking at the teen.

Reaching in his sweatpants pocket, he pulled out a shark themed zippo lighter, flicking it open and sparking a flame. With his hand he then drew the flame within his palm, forming the flame into a sphere shape. He looked up at Y/N, and Y/N smirked. Bringing her hand up, she brought the flaming sphere towards her, capturing the fire ball in her hand.

“A fellow pyrokinetic. I like it.” She spoke with a smile.

The teen stepped forward, bringing his hand out to shake hers.

“John, but call me Pyro.” He spoke with a smirk.

Y/N nodded, bringing her hand out, their hands connecting, and with a firm shake, extinguishing the flame. 

“Nice to meet you, Pyro. I’m Y/N.”

[the-lone-writer94]

5 Minutes Alone

Rex Brown x Female Reader

Summary: You get to meet and interview your favourite band, but can you resist the quiet and sexy bass player?

Age rating: 18+

Word count: 1,933

P.S. I personally don't think this is my best work *ugh* I wrote this rather fast, and it is a shorter story compared to what I normally write. But anyway, I still enjoyed writing this

21st July 1990 

The thick layer of humidity hung in the air and the warmth grasped onto my body and clutching it in its claws. The air con in my shitty car was busted, and I could feel the sweat dripping down from the back of my neck. Flipping my hair aside, with one hand gripped on the steering wheel, I used my other to fan myself hoping it’ll cool me down. 

Another typical night in Dallas. 

Only, tonight was a huge night, after all, I was doing my first piece for Rip magazine. Right before I left the shitty motel the magazine had stuck me in. I had downed a couple of shots of tequila hoping to calm my nerves when I interviewed the band. 

Pantera had certainly made its mark on the music industry, and I was determined to do them justice by writing a piece that was able to capture the essence of the band. 

Glancing down at the map that was placed on the passenger seat beside me, I continued down onto Route 75. My gaze scanned the road ahead of me, dusk had slowly descended down upon us and a layer of twilight painted across the sky. I paused at the intersection, as I awaited for the traffic lights to flash. My thumb thumped against the steering wheel, and I chewed down on my lower lip. The anticipation was slowly consuming me. 

Once the traffic lights changed, I immediately stepped down onto the gas pedal. Taking a left turn, I continued straight ahead before the club came into view. 

Pulling up by the corner of The Basement, I switched off the ignition, with both my hands on the steering wheel I exhaled. 

You can do this.

I thought to myself. 

It’s just an interview, just stick to your notes and you’ll be fine. 

With a sigh, I pushed open the door and stepped out of my car, and seized my messenger bag. Sliding it onto my shoulder. 

As I descended down into the Basement, a thick layer of smoke clouded above me. A cluster of people had already formed. The lights were dimmed low, with neon red gleaming from the stage area. The sound of heavy riffs and drumbeats emerged from the speakers but the sound was drained out by the overlapping sounds of chatter that echoed through the club. 

I snaked my way through the crowd, as I drew nearer towards the entrance just adjacent to the stage. Before me stood a seven foot tall guy, he had a muscular figure and a shaved head with a tattoo of a snake on the side. His face remained expressionless as he guarded the door like a soldier. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat as our gazes locked, which he looked as if he was ready to grab me and throw me out of the club. 

My hand immediately fumbled in my messenger bag as I drew out my badge and flashed it in front of his face. 

“I’m with Rip magazine, and I’m here to do an interview with the band.” I yelled over the voices. 

He snatched the badge from my hand and drew it closer towards his face. “Can I see some ID?” He asked in a monotone voice. 

“Sure.” I responded, then took out my wallet and passed my driver’s license to him. 

Once again, he took it in his hand as he raised the card towards my face, then simply nodded and handed me my badge and license. He stepped aside and gestured to the door leading towards backstage. 

With each step I took, I could feel my heartbeat pacing. I gripped down onto the strap of my messenger bag, as the stench of sweat, whiskey and cigarettes seeped into my nose. 

Before me were an array of shirtless guys, I immediately averted my gaze as if somehow feeling as if I had walked into the forbidden locker room. 

Just then, I felt my body collide into something. Struck by fear, I flinched and stared up. Abruptly, I was deep in awe and desire. The man before me was beautiful, with his long brunette locks that almost reached down to his waist. His bare chest with dark hair running down below to underneath his waistband. 

Lost for words, I stood there completely motionless. 

“Hi.” He said, his voice was low and soft. 

It took me several moments to recollect my thoughts, as I shook my head. “Hi. I’m so sorry,” I responded, as I muttered my name to him, then added, “I’m with Rip magazine. I’m here to interview you guys.” 

“Oh cool, I’m Rex.” He said. 

“I know.” I answered and smiled. 

He smiled back at me. 

After that, I was formally introduced to each and every member of the band. We sat on a beat up leather couch, cracks had formed all over and resembled snake skin. I shifted in my position as I drew out my notebook and set the recorder down onto the coffee table that was in front of it. 

During the course of the interview, my gaze constantly drifted over to Rex, who was sitting at the far end. Multiple occasions our gazes had found each other and locked, I had hoped to hear his sweet voice seep into my ears once again, however he was overshadowed by his other bandmates. To which, I was not entirely surprised, after all, it was a common trait of the front man to take more of a lead. 

“Well, that seems to be it. Thank you.” I said, as I closed my notebook, shoving it back into my bag, along with the voice recorder. 

“Great, stay for the show?” Phil asked me. 

“Sure,” I said., barely able to contain my excitement. 

“Well, then you gotta have one of these to keep you going.” Vinnie said, as he spun around and raised a pitcher, pouring it into a red plastic cup. Which he then handed to me. 

Hesitantly, I took it and sniffed it. I flinched, and the sound of a chuckle emerged. “Oh god, what is that?” 

“It’s the band’s special,” he explained, then added, “it’s a bit of everything. Whiskey, vodka, rum.” He said, then in one swift motion poured the cup into his lips and gulped it all down. He crushed the red cup with his bare hand, the liquid running down the corners of his mouth, as he laughed maniacally. 

I took a few gulps of it, immediately feeling the rush of poison coursing through my veins. “Woah.” 

“Welcome to the Pantera show!” Phil exclaimed.

The contents of the liquid certainly had an effect over me. A sense of euphoria and lightheadedness waved over me. Being able to witness the show had truly been a dream come true, and nothing like I had ever imagined. 

But, during the course of the show, I couldn’t help but lustfully gaze at Rex. The way his body moved to the rhythm of the music. How he held the bass with such dominance, the way his elegant long hair flipped backwards and forth. The sweat covered every inch of his body. I found myself constantly chewing down on my lower lip, and a tingling sensation down below.   

Once the show had ended, I slipped away backstage as I packed away my things. If I were to make it back to the motel and immediately start writing my piece whilst my body still possessed the events of tonight, perhaps I would be able to capture every part of it. 

I knelt down in front of my messenger bag as I did another thorough check of the contents inside my bag. In the far distance, I heard the thunderous roar of the crowd, chanting for Pantera. 

Completely lost in thought, I had somehow missed the thumping of footsteps approaching me, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat. 

“I hope you’re not leaving so soon.” The voice said seductively. 

Caught off guard, I spun around, trying my hardest not to drop my mouth wide open. Rex stood covered in sweat, he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “Oh, I figured I’d try to write the article.” 

“There’s an after party now, you should stay.” He said. 

My cheeks flushed. The temptation possessed my body, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Hmm-” 

Rex stepped forward closing the gap between us. “I didn’t mean to be cold earlier during the interview. It’s just,” he said and then paused. His eyes averted from me, “I don’t really like interviews.” 

“No, that’s fine. I didn’t take any offense to it. I’m just happy I was able to cover the show.” I responded. 

He smiled. “Well, I hope you enjoyed it.” 

“Definitely.” 

“Do you want a drink?” 

I shook my head. “Oh god no,” I protested, raising my hands in the air, “that drink Vinnie gave me almost put me into a coma.” 

I found myself drawing closer towards Rex, my eyes fixated upon his lips and then his bare chest. He towered over me, and I could feel my heartbeat quicken. 

Perhaps it was the mixture of the alcohol and my dark desires that possessed me to do such a thing. 

The moment I stepped forward, to my surprise, Rex embraced me. His hand gently wrapped around my waist as he pulled me in closer, before his lips descended down onto mine. He kissed me slowly and gently at first, before the passion consumed both of us, as he deepened the kiss, taking me hungrily. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I pressed my body against his, not giving a shit that his sweat had now matted onto my skin. My lips parted and Rex slipped his tongue. 

My fingers found its way nestled into Rex’s hair as I tugged at his beautiful locks. He moaned, as he pressed his lower body into mine, feeling the bulge in his pants. Our tongues continued to dance against each other’s, as he guided me towards the coach. 

Laying on my back, Rex hovered above me, his hair dangling down and tickled my face. He smirked, as he pushed his hair back. “Sorry.” He laughed. 

“I like it.” 

He lowered his head down, as he continued to kiss me. His fingers then traced up against my collarbone, then down my shoulders and caressing the side of my breast as he then cupped it into his hand. 

“I want to go down on you.” He said breathlessly, feeling his hot breath against my skin. 

“Oh god.” I moaned. 

Slowly, he lowered his head down against my legs. His fingers slipped into my waistband as he pulled down my denim shorts, revealing my pink lace underwear. He smirked, as he slowly removed my panties, before he shoved them into his pocket. 

It was at that moment that I realized the door was unlocked, and anyone could walk in here and witness us in our entanglement. Somehow, the forbidden act had triggered the arousal in me. 

Rex gently placed his hands onto my thighs as he spread my legs apart, then he lowered himself down, placing his mouth down onto me. 

I moaned as his tongue continued to massage me. My legs closed in, gently pressing down onto the sides of his head. My hands found its way in his hair, as my fingers curled around a fistful of his hair as I grabbed it and tugged onto it. 

He continued to eat me out, as I moaned. “Rex.” I cried out his name breathlessly. 

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: zhongli x archon male reader

req: yes | wc: 765

anon: Can you do a Zhongli x Archon!Male reader? The reader is very blunt and stoic, and one day the traveler found zhongli and the reader having a chat/tea at liyue harbor and decided to join them. Zhongli later revealed that the reader is the pyro archon considering the traveler quest to find the seven (Just some fluffs in general)

a/n: the pyro archon possesses a female vessel and goes by the name murata (as in she presents as female) but archons can possess different vessels (like the suggestion that Rex Lapis took the form of an older woman once)

Just how many people did Zhongli know?

As Aether made his way to Liyue’s Katheryne, hoping to find commissions, out of the corner of his eye he spotted Zhongli and a person he’d never seen before; not in Liyue, not anywhere else.

The man was stoic, exuding power. Red highlighted his hair, just like Zhongli’s brown to amber hair. The two of them talked like old friends, much much older than their appearance may tell.

“Aether!” Zhongli greeted him with a warm smile.

The mysterious man glanced his way too. His stare was intense, it felt like he was burning him alive, contrasting the former archon’s warm and polite demeanor. “Care to join us?” Zhongli offered.

“Y-Yeah, sure.” Aether took a seat next to them. Paimon, who was uncharacteristically quiet, floated next to them. Her look was undecipherable, so Aether could not deduct what she was thinking about.

“You know, Zhongli,” Your voice shocks the traveler. Even when you speak with a sense of familiarity, your voice displays strength. “when you asked me out for tea, I didn’t think you’d invite somebody else.”

The God of Geo chuckles, Aether doesn’t know how he can manage to brush off your intensity. “I didn’t plan to. You see, this is Aether. He plans to travel around the seven nations. Someday, he might come to yours.”

‘Come to yours?’ Perhaps you were simply from another nation, and it was yours because it was your home nation. However, his gut told him otherwise.

“Aether.” The fact that you don’t even greet him with a polite smile is intimidating. “I’m (y/n). I come from Natlan, I’m-” You cut yourself off, as if you’ve said too much. Aether finds it suspicious.

“Could you tell him about the nation?”

The side glance you give the consultant is almost a glare, yet he brushes it off like it’s nothing. You huff, and Aether swears that the cup in his hands heats up just that bit more. “Alright then, as long as I get something in return, right, Zhongli? That’s what you people of Liyue do, trade?”

“Of course.” Zhongli seems to be amused by your passive aggressiveness. “Name your price.”

“Time alone with you, proper time. Not with anybody else.” You shoot Aether a glance, which makes him flinch.

“We can arrange that.” Aether finally notices just how close you sit together. It’s certainly not enough to determine your relationship, especially when you seem so blunt and emotionless, but he has a gut feeling you’re more than just ‘old friends’.

You begin to talk about the Pyro Nation, from the land, the people, to its God. However, whenever you mention their name ‘Murata’, your hair seems to glow.

Aether brushes it off, but he can’t help but think there’s a connection between you and Natlan’s God. Just like your hair, Venti and Zhongli’s hair glow the color of their element whenever they call upon their powers. The strange thing with you is that he can’t seem to find what you’re doing when your hair glows. Though each time he takes a sip of his tea, it seems hotter than before.

“and finally, Murata is the God of War.” You clear your throat then finally take a sip of your tea. You don’t seem affected by the fact it's still steaming.

Silence follows. Zhongli doesn’t touch his tea, as it’d begun boiling out of nowhere, and neither does Aether.

“Well,” Your voice booms, accompanied by the loud clunk of porcelain hitting the table as you set your tea down. “I think I’ll have that alone time now.”

Zhongli chuckles, subtly holding your elbow. Aether barely catches the gesture.

“You see how demanding he is.” The both of you stand, and luckily, you brought mora. You place a small pouch on the table, looking extremely impatient to leave. “I hope these details are good for your journey, Aether. (y/n)’s an expert on Natlan. After all, he is the Pyro Archon.”

“Paimon knew it!” Aether’s flying companion finally breaks her silence.

You roll your eyes, hooking your arm with his. “Let’s go, Zhongli. You’ve interrupted our alone time long enough.”

“I think you know what that means.” Uncharacteristically of the Lord of Geo, he winks at the traveler and his companion. “We’ll meet again, travelers, hopefully.”

Even if you’ve just explained everything about Natlan to him, even everything about yourself as their archon, there were still many mysterious things about you. Hopefully the next time he meets you, you’re not rendezvousing with another archon. Hopefully, you’re acting on your duties.

"Seriously, you're so demanding." Zhongli sighs.

[qingxin-s]

༉₊˚✧ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

original request:  Reincarnation au. where the reader and zhongli used to be lovers when he was rex lapis, but the reader died during the war. I want to see zhongli reuniting with the reader in today liyue 🥺 just angst to fluff yknow

synopsis: rex lapis and (y/n) were lovers in a past life, but his actions lead to her demise. however, after several thousands years- the two meet again.

genre: angst to fluff, reincarnation au

word count: 871

warning(s): mentions of character death

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Rex Lapis was a fool to ever fall for a mortal, he was very much aware of that. But when he met her...he just couldn't stop himself.

They had met 2,000 years ago- and he remembered the exact location and greetings they exchanged. He was in his human form, perching on top of a mountain in the stone forest when a soft voice spoke up behind him.

"Excuse me, do you know when the next boat to Liyue Harbor is? I seemed to have lost track of the time" The female voice spoke, and as he turned to answer them...his life forever changed. She had reached out to him during one of the darkest points in his life- and she had brought him the light.

Over time, they met up more and more in secret- opening up to each other. Now, her father didn't approve of the relationship, but that didn't stop the god. He craved her company, and he craved her attention.

After 2 years of constant conversation and quiet dates, stolen kisses and seas of laughter, Rex Lapis proposed. (Y/N) accepted his proposal straight away, and the two married in secret. Everything was amazing- and the god's heart grew, and grew, and grew.

Until the Archon War.

A product of his own greed and  lust for power, and the cause of his life shattering...forever. He knew he couldn't keep his true identity from his darling wife forever, so before he left for the war- he told her, expecting her to turn away and leave him. But she stayed by his side...like the amazing person she was.

On one day of the war, when he was tied up in a particular fight several villages over from them, he failed to realize the light of his life was in trouble. And when he returned home...he wasn't greeted with the warmth he loved so dearly.

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"I'm sorry I didn't visit sooner, my love. I've been caught up in some...business" The man muttered to the chiseled stone, his lithe fingers tracing over the inscription that read '(Y/N) (L/N)'. After the war had ended, he had buried her on the mountain where they first met- and he made it a habit to visit her weekly.

His large figure was crouched on the floor as he gently stroked the stone, his lips held into a firm line as he focused solely on it. The salt air embraced his brown coat and silky locks as it ran through him, and he sighed.

"I must leave and return to work, dear. I'll return in a few days- and I'll make sure to bring your favourite flowers" Zhongli smiled sadly as he stood, bowing to pay his respects to his goddess before leaving.

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His trip back to Liyue was a lonely one, one full of pondering and a heavy heart. He hated himself more and more everyday for his actions, for not staying with (Y/N) on that particular day. He had vented this to Xiao and the other Adepti before...but it never lead to anything.

As he entered the main part of Liyue Harbor, he spotted a familiar head of h/c haired hair- and his heart skipped a beat. Amber hues widened as he walked towards the person, who was perched on a wooden bench sipping a cup of tea.

And as he got closer and closer...he realized his eyes were not deceiving him. E/c orbs softened as they looked around the area, a hum leaving her lips as she sipped at the tea from a familiar mug. She was even wearing the f/c dress he had brought her as an anniversary gift so many years ago.

He wanted to reach out and call for her, but as he was about to- a young woman blocked his view.

"Your break finished 5 minutes ago, Mr Zhongli. It's unlike you to be late!" His boss, Hu Tao, teased- grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards his place of work. Zhongli desperately kept craning his head to look at his wife once more, but she was gone.

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It was extremely late when Zhongli was finally finished with his work, and sorrow hung heavy about his head. He shoved his large hands into his coat pockets as he started down the streets of Liyue, his amber eyes narrowed as his mind went mind.

Was that even (Y/N)? Was he just hallucinating? He had been having some rather late nights recently, so it wasn't a far fetched idea. He was just imagining it all.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you knew when the next boat to Guyun Stone was leaving? I seemed to have lost track of the time" A familiar voice interrupted gently, and once again- he froze. Would a lack of sleep cause this? He turned to face the voice and almost immediately, tears began to leak from his eyes.

"(Y/N)?" Zhongli choked, his hands shaking as he reached for the woman. She smiled at him, her eyes soft as she nodded her head- tears beginning to pour down her own cheeks. Without thinking, he wrapped her in a tight embrace, his sobs muffled by her hair- her hands rubbing circles into his back slowly.

"But I thought- I thought-" He began, but he was silenced by her shushing at him.

"It's me, my darling"

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I'll automatically do platonic relationship and they/them pronouns if it's not specified.

Also, english isn't my first language you've been warned.

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Stuff i might write if im in the mood but probably won't ( There are always going on be warnings ofc)

smut

suggestive stuff

toxic relationships (might appear in a criminal minds fic or something like that, never romantizised)

darkfics

arguments

enemies to lovers

What I don't write in general:

romantizised toxic relationships

rape, incest, pedophilia, age gap (teacher/student as well) etc.

romance for characters under 14 y/o

male reader x lesbian character or female reader x gay character

about poc/trans/mlm struggles - they are obviously very very real but i am white and sapphic (not saying i won't write about characters that are any of these things, i'll do my best to make the reader gender, race, body size etc inclusive.)

What I write:

Character(s) x reader

Gender Neutral/Non-binary!, Female!, Male!reader. Obv gender ≠ pronouns but it's th

Mixed pronouns (ex. they/she), THEORETICALLY neo pronouns?

Background ships

AUs (SOULMATES!!!)

Crossovers (read fandom list)

Platonic, romantic, unspecified or familial relationship

Fandoms/characters:

Star Wars:

Romantic: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, young!Obi-wan,

Ahsoka Tano, Asajj Ventress, Bariss Offi, Rex, Echo, Fives,

Cal Kestis,

Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndylla, Sabine Wren,

Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor,

Din Djarin, Fenec Shnad,

Rey Skywalker, Finn

+more

Platonic: Everyone above, Obi-wan Kenobi, The Bad Batch, The ghost crew, Grogu,

Won't write: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Hux

Ships: Anidala, Barrisoka, Kanera, Finnpoe

Knowledge: All movies, almost all shows/cartoons (except Resistance), books - Master and apprentice, games - started JFO and (barley) SWTOR

Marvel:

Romantic: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop

Platonic: Everyone above, Peter B Parker, Yelena Belova,

Stranger things:

Romantic: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield (s4!), Lucas Sinclair (s4!), Chrissy Cunningham, Barbara Holland rip, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson + more

Platonic: Everyone above, Max (all seasons), Lucas (all seasons), Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, El Hopper, Erica Sinclair, Joyce Byers, Jim Hopper, Murray Bauman, Alexei Smirnoff, Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov, Yuri Ismailov,

Won't write: Billy

Ships: Jopper, Lumax, Elmax, Ronance, Robin/Vickie, Steddie

Knowledge: up to season 4, none books

Arcane:

Romantic: Vi, Jinx, Ekko,

Platonic: Everyone above, almost everyone else

Ships: CaitVi

Knowledge: season 1

Avatar: the last air bender

Please include if you want the reader to be a bender (and what kind) or not

R: Zuko, Suki, Sokka, +more

P: Everyone above, the gaang, Iroh,

Ships: Suki/Sokka, Zukka,

Knowledge: All seasons, almost all comics, live action

The legend of Korra:

R/P: Most characters

Won't write: Kuvira

Ships: Korrasami,

Knowledge: All seasons, all comics

The Dragon Prince:

R: Claudia, Rayla, Soren, Corvus

P: Everyone above, Ezran, Callum, Amaya, Harrow, Gren,

Ships: All canon ships, Sorvus

Knowledge: up to season 4

Sherlock Holmes:

BBC:

R/P: Most characters

Ships: Johnlock, Mystrade,

Enola Holmes:

R/P: Enola,

Criminal minds:

R/P: Elle Greenway, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss

Knowledge: Watching season 6

Heartstopper:

R/P: Most characters, comic or show.

Won't write: Harry and Ben.

Ships: All canon ships; Imogen x me😍 /hj

Knowledge: Comic: 7-13; show: season 1

The Blacklist:

R: Elizabeth Keen, Donald Ressler, Aram Mojtabai, Alina Park,

P: Everyone above, Harold Cooper, Tom Keen, Raymond Redington, Dembe Zuma, Kate Kaplan, Agnes Keen

Knowledge: Season 9

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Home

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Warning: Lies, Age-Gap (few thousands years. He’s a god), minor spoilers, mention of (fake) death

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Ship:

ZhongLi x female reader

Theme:

Protection

The meaning of “Home”:

The intangible feeling you get in a location, a sense of peace, joy from loved ones or an environment where everyone knows they're welcome.

“Home” isn't easy to define, but you know when you're there

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Liyue was a beautiful place to live in.

And she always had a nice life there.

She was lucky enough to be born into a nice family, in a nice place and in nice conditions.

She often felt blessed, always safe despite often getting in fights with various monsters while travelling.

And despite not being able to see her parents very often due to her work as a traveler she never really felt alone.

Wandering around, buying and exchanging exotic and peculiar artificers and admiring the wonders of Teyvag she never felt, not even once, lost.

Whenever her heart felt lost, her luck helped.

But was it really luck?

She didn’t really care.

She just thanked the Archons for their blessing and went on, her geo vision held tight in her hand.

And then the time came for her to go back home.

She found it changed, her Archon now deceased.

And suddenly she felt for the first time alone.

Rex Lapis always guarded and guided her so now she felt lost, knowing she no longer would have him to protect her during her travels.

Feeling one of the main pillars of her life crumble.

Despite it all she decided to go on, as Liyue did.

On her way she then bumped into a weird man, complaining about his own forgetfulness.

Quickly but calmly he apologised, his eyes locking with hers.

And she suddenly felt a familiar sensation of safety pervading her.

-Have we met already?- she blurted out.

Surprised a glint of recognition passed the man’s eyes but he recovered fastly: -I do not think so-.

The merchant they were in front of protested: -Hey! Stop chatting! You still need to pay me!-.

To that the man shaked his head.

Understanding he had no money she decided to pay in his stead, curious about the tall stranger who felt so familiar.

………

-I cannot express how thankful I am- said the man, whose name she discovered to be ZhongLi.

To that she smiled and laughed it off.

The last days had been rather lonely, which for her was a first, and being there with him, chatting freely in Liyue, felt right.

Safe.

It… no.

He felt life home.

And she felt like a bird back in its nest, just like when she first discovered the meaning of her vision.

Her will had been rewarded by the Geo Archon Rex Lapis and, despite not knowing yet what she truly wanted, she trusted him and never lost her faith, believing she would know what her call was when the time was right.

And now, spending time with ZhongLi, she was brought back to the feeling of safety the faith in the Archon gave her.

Wishing to know more about the mysterious man who gave her such feeling of protection she asked him to meet once again.

Much to her joy he accepted and she suggested they met at Whangshu Inn, of which she heard many good reviews.

-Well… we shall see each other there, then- he bid her farewell, bowing down a bit.

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Walking towards Whangshu Inn she sighed, trying to calm down.

The last days had been hard but somehow refreshing, like the first time she had learned to glide.

She was free to choose as always but she felt more unsure than ever.

What if she chose to do the wrong things?

What if she made the wrong choice?

She had trusted fro Rex Lapis to know it and subtly support her or give her a sign if she was doing something wrong.

Now she was learning to fly without safety net.

And she was going back to her old life, the vision a sign of her deceased guardian archon.

-Miss- greeted the man.

-ZhongLi! It’s great to see you!- she smiled.

The brown-haired man nodded and tagged along as they ordered some food and sat down.

As she talked and talked the man listened keenly to her, interested in all that she said.

Once she stopped chatting and began eating he allowed his mind to wander to their first meeting, well... first so to speak.

………

Archons didn’t have a say in giving visions but they got a feeling when it happened.

Rex Lapis was with his Adepti when he had a peculiar sensation, stronger than anyone he’d ever seen.

He then decided to look at what had caused that and he was extremely surprised when he saw a little girl wandering around with the Geo vision that caused such turmoil in his heart.

Surprisingly, though, she had no great ambitions despite having a vision and that intrigued him.

For a while, under the disguise of Xiao, he stayed with her, admiring her faith in him and her energetic optimism.

Unfortunately the time came for him to leave the kid he was so fond of.

What he did not expect, though, was for him to meet her again, while he hid himself under the name of ZhongLi.

………

It took him a while to forget the kid he met years before and accept the now woman he’d found himself falling in love with.

She had grown and matured but the same feeling he had with her once he had now.

And, as cliched as it sounds, they fell in love.

And ZhongLi cherished the moments they had before the truth came out.

He cherished every moment they spent together.

Every date at the Whangshu Inn.

Every errand she helped him with, and paid for.

Every smile she gave him.

Every kiss or peck.

Every joke and every “I love you”.

He’d cherish it all for he knew that the truth would shatter it all.

………

And he was right.

As he let her go, let her run away from him, he bitterly smiled for, despite knowing it would happen, his heart was still breaking.

It broke at the sight of her betrayed look.

She had trusted him.

Found a home.

But now she didn’t know whether she could trust him anymore.

“Once a liar, always a liar” they said.

But was it true?

She had lost her home once, with the supposed death of Rex Lapis.

And now she lost it once again, the trust she put in the man, the Archon, she loved now betrayed.

And now ZhongLi gave her a choice.

-Will you trust me once again?

Will you take a chance?

If you do... I wonder whether this third try will be successful or end up in another heartbreak-

But regardless of her decision ZhongLi will always be waiting for her.

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N.f.A:

I realise it’s a bit (a lot) cliché but I honestly think that clichés, as long as they’re not continuous nor written too badly, are quite romantic and enjoyable so... ta-daaa!

The ending was not exactly what I planned to do but whatever!

Hope you enjoyed!

It’s my first collab and I was ecstatic to write this!

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