#she looks just so stunning during this dinner scene | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

xxnashiraxx · 7 days ago

Text

Pairing: Astarion/f!Tav ~ Astarion/f!OC (Ofelia) Word Count: 6,774 Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Inappropriate Use of the Tadpole, PiV Sex, Riding, Oral (Female & Male Receiving), Fingering, Masturbation, Slight BDSM, Restraints, Gagged, Blindfold, Melted Candle Wax, +Some Soft Astarion, Porn Without Plot, Slight Fluff, Biting Summary: Ofelia's mundane evening is interrupted by a certain vampire utilizing the tadpole to entice her to his tent during dinner. She takes the bait, ending up biting off more than she chew... literally. ˖ A fun, all porn no plot oneshot featuring Astarion and my longfic main character, Ofelia set during Act 3 but completely separate from the main fic!

divider here 🩸

AO3 | Song Reference: No One Like You - Scorpions

Ahh, the final installment is here!! These were all so fun to write!!! I had such a blast making these this month- it made for some great practice for the main fic, and also helped me explore their dynamics for once they're in a more trusting and happy place later on in the story! ❤ This was seriously such a fun time- I couldn't have done it without the encouragement and inspiration from some of the coolest and most talented people (@khywren, @pinkberrytea, & @verbenaa to name just a few!)

Now, please enjoy this one- it's a bit shorter than the others (for my sanity). It'll be back to my regularly scheduled programming of With Stars to Fill My Dream updates after this, and look forward to a fun one-shot for Christmas where Ofelia shares the tradition with her companions! ❤ (Spicy art WIP for a scene in this fic at the end!)

Tags: @zozoparsnips ❤

Prompt 1 | Prompt 2 | Masterlist

Girl, there are really no words strong enough,

To describe all my longing for love.

I don’t want my feelings restrained.

Oh, babe,

I just need you like never before,

Just imagine you’d come through this door,

You’d take all my sorrow away,

***

Ofelia stares into her soup, slightly groggy.

The day had been long, full of fighting through a disgusting sewer looking for Jaheira’s old comrade- who turned out to be surprisingly nice, but it was still a sewer. Ugh. The bath she’d taken still didn’t feel like enough. Despite everything, her companions manage to find entertainment in the form of Scratch performing tricks to which they happily clap and cheer in their little camp beside the harbor.

“Is it not to your tastes?” Gale murmurs, hushed tones doing nothing to mask his question from the others around the campfire. She smiles softly, stirring the clear broth and noodles.

“No, it’s really good… I’m just a little tired from the day.” He offers her an understanding smile before Karlach knocks into him from behind in her bid to have Scratch chase the ball she holds aloft.

Ofelia pushes her utensil around the bowl, mind wandering to their resident vampire as vague loneliness distracts her from truly joining the others. Astarion had gone to his tent long before dinner was served and with a chaste kiss, he left her beside the fire, a glimmer to his eyes and a lingering touch on her shoulder. She had wondered if he wanted her to join him, but she hadn’t been sure. Usually, he’d just ask—this time he didn’t. So she’s stayed, catching herself almost falling face-first into her food a few times.

As the rest gather closer to the campfire, listening to Jaheira and Minsc tell stories of their old adventures, Ofelia starts to feel it. It begins as a tingle in her belly and a gentle onset of warmth that unfolds over her face and abdomen, making her feel overheated and flustered. At first, she blames the broth, wondering if she’s starting to get sick until the sensation settles between her thighs and she inhales sharply.

“Ofelia? Is everything alright?” Shadowheart asks, but Ofelia doesn’t reply. Her heart starts to race, sweat breaking over the back of her neck, and she shifts in her seat to stifle the feeling but it’s no use. An ache, stunning in its force, unfolds below and she sets her bowl down on the ground with shaking hands. The tadpole chitters in her skull- a familiar throb beginning at her temples and she instantly knows what’s happening.

She feels him, his motions, the air puffing through his flared nostrils as his teeth anchor over his rolled-up shirt, long, deft fingers palming the hard bulge over his pants. She feels it as if she is him and she tenses when he unties the laces and lets his cock spring free as a quiet sigh of relief pours from his lips.

“U-uh yeah…” Ofelia looks up at Shadowheart, eyes misty and cheeks red. The half-elf frowns, holding the back of her hand over her forehead, and Ofelia jumps at the contact.

“You’re feeling a little warm…” Shadowheart continues, but Ofelia’s lost in the feeling of Astarion finally stroking himself, she can feel his stomach tightening and his fangs digging through the fabric into his lower lip as he holds back a soft moan. Sensations build across her skin, her forehead feverish and her mouth dry. She shifts on the log, holding back a soft whine as heat pools between her legs and the feeling of him swiping his thumb over the wetness gathering at the tip lights her nerves on fire.

She feels him set a slow pace, driving himself mad at the gentle rocking of his hips as he fucks his hand. Ofelia bites her cheek hard, eyes squinting shut as the sensations of relief clash with her unrestrained desire- frustration causing her to twitch and dig her nails into her arms. She tries to reach out, but there’s a strange wall up between them keeping her strictly in receiving territory.

“Ofelia…” The blunt edges of her teeth almost cut the tip of her tongue off when her jaw snaps shut. His voice in her mind, chanting her name, is the gavel that seals her fate. She fights the urge to make a sound of discomfort, more of his pleasant sighs ringing in her ears as she stands abruptly.

“I… don’t feel well. I think I’m going to lie down.” She says through gritted teeth as Astarion quickens the pace of his movements, her body flooding with a rush of heat that spreads from her core outward. Shadowheart looks vaguely troubled, as do the rest who’d looked up at the quiet commotion, but no one interjects. Ofelia manages to slip away, thanking whatever gods that Astarion had put his tent as far from the fire as possible- yet still very much in hearing range. She throws open the entrance to find him smirking up at her, the culprit in hand glistening gloriously in the candlelight. The sight makes her knees weak.

“You… did you do that on purpose? How come I couldn’t get through?” Her voice is hushed but measured and dangerous, his smile deepening as she steps fully inside.

“How else was I going to get you over here?” he murmurs, soft and seductive. She carefully lowers herself to her knees beside him as he idly moves his hand back and forth, maintaining eye contact as they remain connected. She can feel the twist of his fingers and the subtle flex of his wrist. When a soft groan echoes in her mind, she opens her eyes to blink in confusion.

“Was that only in my head?” His grin deepens, hands abandoning their task to unclasp her corset and tug it off completely.

“Correct,” He reaches up and pulls her down till her lips crash over his and he devours every little breathless sigh and tremble of her body. “We haven’t touched like this in so long… we’re too close to everyone…” She hums at the words in her head, soft as she can, unable to linger on them as the slightest touch of his lips to her neck sends chills down her spine. He undoes her bra and her nipples stiffen in the chilled air, unable to restrain the gasps that slip past her teeth as his fingers barely brush over them. She’s so sensitive… doesn’t remember ever feeling it this intensely before.

Perhaps it has been a while for them… they’d not done much else but fight through the Lower City for the last few days, and before that, it had been fighting to get to the gates and through Gortash’s Steel Watch. Which hadn’t put up much of a fight, since they’d been allowed entry at the cost of a sham deal. Her eyes widen at the mental count she’s gone through, the number eighteen shining in her vision as his soft tut slices through the realization.

“Eighteen gods damn days and I haven’t been inside you for a single one of them. I feel like I’m dying,” He growls. She flushes hard, lips parted as she holds his ruby eyes in her gaze. They pierce right through her and he uses the connection to withdraw the scene playing within, lips ticking up at the corner to reveal his pretty fangs.

“No snooping,” She pouts, her cheeks rising in temperature as his hands move to enact the craving she’d accidentally let slip.

“Please, you were leaving that exactly where you hoped I’d find it.” She squints her eyes shut and holds back a noise, unwilling to tell him out loud what that gravelly growl just did to her. With a light chuckle, she knows he’s very aware, and one hand nudges her thighs apart so he can dip between them and lightly run up the seam of her through her clothes.

“Mmmph!” Her hand flies up to cover her mouth, heat surging through her veins at the light touch. It’s enough to leave her trembling, eyes snapping open to zero in on him through the haze around the edges of her vision.

“I barely have to try and you’re already so wet for me… tssk tssk.” She whimpers softly, letting him do it again, and another gush of wetness dooms her further, making denial impossible as she bites down on her fingers to stifle the moan.

Shakily she lets him guide her onto her back on the blankets, heart fluttering as his cool digits caress the plump skin of her belly to rest at the waistband of her pants. His eyes linger over hers as he sits up, moving smoothly through her vision as he gently prods her knees and she complies by propping them up. Once he’s pushed them apart, he sits between them, those painstakingly perfect curls of his now tousled and lying in soft sweeps over his forehead and ears. Cute and messy- just the way she likes.

“Everyone’s still awake and just outside…” She whispers, though her eager pants and the waves of longing growing within push the concern aside. He tightens his grip on her legs, leaning down ever so slightly, and as he hovers above a wicked smile unfurls over his pale pink lips.

“And?” Cheeks aflame, she brings her hands up to rest over her bare breasts, obscuring the stiff peaks from his sight, and his eyes glint with disapproval. “Hmm. Seems like I’ll have to use them after all.” Before she can open her mouth to question him, he’s reaching for something beneath a cushion in the corner, and her eyes widen in realization when he pulls it and its companions out from their hiding place.

“Really? I didn’t think you’d like this sort of stuff,” She smirks, watching his smile deepen.

“Oh, but your eyes lingered a little too long on them in that shop window, and I assumed. Do feel free to tell me if I’ve made a mistake.” Her entire body roars with heat at the sight of the pretty, silken red rope as he beckons for her to give him her wrists.

“Astarion… this is dangerous. What about everybody?” She murmurs, obeying his command as she weaves her fingers together so he can restrain her properly.

“Use the tadpole.” She cocks a brow, focusing on the sweet divot between his brows as he focuses on the task of now tying her forearms together. Her eyes dip further, taking in the bunched-up fabric of his shirt sitting above his narrow waist, and further still until they find the flushed head of his cock and the soft bulging veins that decorate his shaft, saliva pooling in her mouth as she pictures her tongue following the thickest of them from root to tip.

“Naughty,” He chides with a laugh, pinching her nipple as punishment, and with a soft gasp he finishes securing her arms.

“Use the tadpole how?” He sits back on his heels, admiring his handy work, before pulling his shirt off to discard behind him.

“Watch, feel,” She does. His long pale fingers move down the front of his body, gleaming like alabaster beneath the soft golden light. He winds his talented hands around the base of him, trousers slipping down his thighs, and her eyes follow the gentle fist he makes as he drags it up once, lashes fluttering shut as a soft groan enters her mind.

“Wow…” She breathes, and his lips tick up to expose the sharp points of his fangs as her voice mixes within their shared connection. His eyes open, narrow crimson irises tethering to hers, and she shifts and squirms beneath him, desperate for relief as he pumps his hand back and forth faster. Every stroke draws a soft noise from him, breath stolen from her lungs as she lies captivated by the glistening fluid he spreads from the tip over his twitching shaft, the lewd schlick schlick sounds as he pleasures himself in front of her leaving her shaking all over.

“Astarion,” She warns, pinching him with her knees. He laughs under his breath, pausing in his motions to reach forward and slowly drag both her underthings and pants off. She lies there naked, need pooling in her core, and he shuffles his pants off before reaching for one of the other items he’d retrieved earlier.

“Lift your head up, love.” She complies, stealing a kiss from him before silk covers her eyes and he ties it securely in the back.

“Hmmm full of surprises tonight, aren’t you.” She smirks, not knowing if he’s still hovering over her or if he’s leaned back again courtesy of the blindfold.

“Do you trust me, Ofelia?” She frowns at the odd question, shaking her head.

“Of course, why?” She hears a light hum, bubbling out of his throat before his hands run over her hips. It makes her jump, not expecting the contact, and angry waves of lust grow ever insistent against her skin.

“Good. Just remember- the tadpole, darling,” She nods, still mystified, as his fingers begin to work soft breathy sighs from her lips. They caress her cheeks, dance along her neck, stroke the pillowy swells of her breasts to linger over her stiff nipples, before descending further. She gasps when his tongue moves to lave over the places his hands have been as he starts to spread her thighs, gently squeezing the plump flesh.

“Nng… Astarion…” She rolls her hips up into his hands, redirecting the noises she’d like to be making into demanding whines that flow through the stream binding their minds together. His voice is smooth and soft as velvet as he coos back, lips idling below her navel as he kisses her there.

“Good girl,” She spasms as his tongue gathers the juices leaking from her core to flick lightly over her clit, teeth digging into her lip as she fights the urge to voice her reactions into the night air. Her hands strain against the rope, wanting madly to touch him, to do anything, but it’s no use. The material digs deliciously into her skin, her breath coming out in ragged bursts as he does it again and the spark of pleasure that flashes between her legs and behind her eyes almost blinds her.

“So pent up… so wet… and you taste so sweet.” Her head thrashes from side to side as he resumes his gentle laps over her soaked core, fighting to keep still beneath his strong hands. A few sounds slip from her lips, strangled and soft, and she feels him drag his fangs over her skin in a warning.

“Please go slower…” She pleads, swallowing each whimper that threatens to pour over her lips. It’s so hard… so hard… and he’s ignoring her request, the tip of his tongue pushing the hood back to expose the sensitive nerve as he sucks it roughly. Her hips jerk and her legs tent around him, muted moans escaping her control.

“I thought I told you to keep quiet.” The growl in her mind leaves her thighs trembling and she startles when she feels his fingers grip her chin, a touch on the stern side, as a piece of damp cloth gets pushed against her mouth. She opens up, stifling another groan as her teeth dig into the smooth cotton, tasting herself on the fabric as a shiver pulses down her body at the realization, and every nerve lights up anew.

His mouth closes around her tender bud, sucking lightly just as his fingers sweep over her thigh to leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Every light touch feels magnified, her eyes closed beneath the blindfold yet straining to get a glimpse him. She bites harder down onto the fabric when his fingers find her slick entrance to lightly trace the fluttering outline, her muscles seizing and her hips grinding against his mouth in an effort to gain relief. He’s been teasing her thus far, even his lips bathing her in only the daintiest of glances. A growing whine builds in her throat, spilling into his mind through the tadpole, and his pleased hums thunder in her ears as she rests her bound hands over her stomach.

“Please, Astarion,” Her tone is desperate, far past the notion of dignity. When she’s with him, there’s no outer shell. He dismantles her with practiced hands, slow and sweet, and it's both agony and bliss to be known this way.

He plunges his middle finger in to the knuckle and she throws her head back against the cushions, teeth digging into the material further dampened by her saliva as the flames threaten to burn her alive. She utilizes the connection, making sure he can hear every noise she wishes she could voice aloud, and his soft laughs carry through the air in reply- not unkind, but frustratingly smug. He adds another digit and curls them perfectly, her muscles tightening and her impending climax looming closer as he flicks his tongue over her clit.

“Do you think you could be even sweeter and come on my fingers, darling?” She inhales sharply, feeling her walls clench around him in response.

“Yes… anything you want… yes,” He kisses her stomach softly, fangs leaving treasured impressions against her skin, and his free hand tugs her closer before curling beneath her leg, face fully buried between her thighs. Her heart throbs in her chest at the attention, arms extending as far as she can reach to tangle her fingers in his soft hair.

He pumps his fingers in once, twice, mouth latching on fully to suck and lick and push her closer, and suddenly before she can fall off the edge, his face and head leave her grasp. His digits work faster until withdrawing completely to replace his mouth and before she can adjust to the change, the swollen head of his cock is plunging inside, pleasure snapping like a whip over her as he thrusts to the hilt.

“Astarion!” She complies with his request, though he’d been the one to change the terms. Her entire body curls in, the intensity of white-hot ecstasy stealing her breath and raking over her with sharp claws. Her mind lists, falling from the connection before his tadpole latches back on forcefully and she’s gazing at her sweat-slick body through his eyes, watching her chest rise and fall in an effort to come back down.

“Beautiful,” His voice is reverent and soft in the tent, her vision dimming back into the welcoming darkness of the blindfold as he strokes over her waist. She sighs, still riding out the aftershocks of her climax as he throbs inside her, and she feels his hands close around hers before dragging them up above her head. She lifts a brow, curiosity crossing the bridge between their minds, and he clicks his tongue.

“You'll see…” She waits impatiently as his movements cause him to sink even deeper, and she gasps as she adjusts to the stretch. He does something to secure her hands before his warmth leaves her, raw and aching in the space where he’d been.

“Oh, you really planned this out,” Humor laces through the words she projects to him, and with a punitive flick to her nipple, she quiets with a yelp, fire burning hot in her belly at the action.

“Don't sound so surprised,” His tone sends shivers down her spine- deep and flaring with warning. She decides to test her luck further, pulling futilely at the rope around her hands before letting him hear the laugh she wishes she could make.

“Sorry darling,” She chides, hissing as he drags his length out of her. She mourns the loss, but her smile around the gag in her mouth widens at the possibility of where he may end up next. “Just didn't expect this level of forethought-”

“Silence,” He growls in her ear, pulling her underthings out of her mouth much more gently than she'd expected as his tongue sweeps over the wetness left in their wake. “Even gagged you still keep talking. Seems I'll have to shut you up some other way.”

She whimpers with anticipation, only having a second to rub her thighs together once he's left his place between them before the fat head of his cock presses against her grin. She greedily opens her mouth, groaning as he slips inside, and his echoing moans fill the tent with almost alarming volume.

“Thought we were being quiet?” He fists her hair and tips her face to get a better angle, her soft cry smothered by his shaft, and she blissfully dissolves into the feeling of him filling her as his hips move in barely subdued snaps.

“Hells, enough woman. Now be good and stay. Quiet,” He punctuates the last word with a growl and a sharp thrust, slick gushing from her at the sound of his voice. She hums in delight, rosy waves of devotion mixing with the peel of want that crackles through her mind. He strokes her cheek in approval and she trembles at the contrast in comparison to his deep thrusts.

“Alright, pet?” He coos, voice rushing through her and hard to fully grasp as it trickles between her thoughts. She tries to nod, wanting to see the way his hips move as he rocks them back and forth, hunger sharpening into heady desire and he chuckles in reply.

“Suppose you deserve a reward for taking me so well, darling.” She shudders and her cunt clenches around nothing, longing for him in two places at once.

She blinks when he pulls the blindfold up to rest over her forehead, awash in his pale glow as he moves in the candlelight. Every undulation of his body fans hot flames of desire burning low in her abdomen, dangerous and all-consuming. She could stare at him all day- all night. She's especially hypnotized by his spit-soaked length disappearing beneath her nose as her fucks her mouth, her vision going blurry with tears as he starts to rock deeper.

“Gods, look at you,” The words exude awe and barely restrained lust, ragged and restless as they echo back to her. She hums, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue and he hits the back of her throat at last with a shift of her jaw, broken whines spilling from him.

“Fuck,” He hisses outloud, voice barely a whisper as he pulls out enough to let her catch her breath. His face is devastating, screwed up in pleasure and flushed full of the blood she'd given him before dinner. With a loving swipe of his thumb, he gathers the drool covering her chin before pressing the tip of his cock back over her lips.

“Can I feel it too?” She whispers, watching his ruby eyes darken into tiny slivers.

“Gods, yes… Open,” He commands, and she does, their connection strengthening as he pushes inside again.

A bolt of pleasure sparks between her legs at the odd sensation of his entry, and she feels faint at the disorienting pulse of want throwing her into the fire as she discovers firsthand just how lovely her own mouth feels wrapped around him.

“Don't… move for a second,” Her voice rings back, sounding embarrassingly depraved, and she shudders at the way lightly flicking her tongue over the tip feels. He crowns her head with his fingers, lightly scratching at her scalp, and a fever breaks over her skin as he drags himself out before gently pushing back inside.

“Ofelia… this may not be a good idea,” She releases him with a soft pop, feeling their link slacken until only intentional thoughts remain shared.

“What’s wrong?” She speaks low, watching his brow furrow as he releases his lower lip from beneath his teeth.

“I… your bleeding over… gods, it feels new. I won’t last.” A smug grin tugs at her lips and he exhales in sharp rasps.

“Would that really be so bad?” He sighs, stroking her hair, before shuffling down her body. No matter how much she whines in protest, he ignores her, knees caging in her legs as his elbows rest beside her shoulders.

“It is when I’ve got more planned,” She rolls her eyes playfully, huffing a laugh when he tugs the blindfold back down and affectionately pinches her cheek.

With her senses rendered to four once more, she strains for any indication of his next move as she feels him sit up, backside resting against the tops of her thighs as his heavy cock bumps her stomach. She twists her arms until the silk closes around her wrists painfully, letting out a shuddering sigh at the feeling as she lies in wait.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Astarion murmurs, finally, and she tenses in anticipation of what he’s alluding to. She doesn’t have to count the seconds for long, a drop of heat landing on her right breast to singe her before cooling against her skin.

“You didn’t…” She rasps, feeling the web holding her thoughts aloft begin to fray at the seams. She writhes and moans, inhaling sharply when his palm covers her mouth and a few more drops spill over her chest.

“You make such lovely noises for me, darling” He whispers, thumb caressing her nipple as wax drips across her sternum. She catches a finger in her mouth and nips at him, earning a gravelly growl as he presses two digits against her lips. She sucks them in like her life depends on it, teeth closing around a bite every time he spills more.

The sting of the rope and the molten fire trickling down her breasts shred her mind into ribbons, lungs heaving for oxygen as she tries to hang on. She can hear him everywhere, cool breath tickling her skin as he whispers filthy affections into her ear. Her body simmers beneath the pain of the wax and the lightness of his touch as breathing normally becomes a herculean task.

She weeps beneath the fabric covering her eyes, tears sinking into her scalp as a few scorching drops roll down the plump planes of her stomach. Every sear against her skin has her softly pleading his name through the tadpole, surprised to feel their bond strengthen as breathless whines spill from his lips and he experiences the melted bliss of the wax as if it were grazing his skin.

“You look lovely…” He whispers to her, a fresh drip landing on her clavicle to pool against the hollow of her throat. She reacts to him with feeling alone, pulling at her restraints as she rolls her hips against him.

“A-astarion…” Her voice barely passes from her throat, nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

“Ofelia,” He croons, both hands back on her body now. He must have set it down or blown it out, and she sighs in relief as he drifts over the cool, hardening liquid against her skin. “Like you’re covered in blood,”

She startles when the blindfold slides off, disoriented and struggling to keep his face in view as everything blurs together. Through her daze, she looks down to appreciate the deep wine hues of the wax covering her body like pretty splatters of the sanguine liquid he’s so fond of. He leans down to softly cradle her face in his hands and she gazes up at him, eyes glancing off his flushed cheeks, his pupils eclipsing the pools of flaming red as he captures her lips in a kiss full of sharp teeth and earnest, sweet sighs.

She shivers when he moves her thighs apart and sinks between them, cock sliding against her wet slit before dipping further to brush her clit with each pass. Her fingers twitch, longing to pull free and touch him everywhere, but the slow torture of him doing whatever he likes to her has her drunk on the feeling.

His to mold, his to take. His, his, his.

His hands run up her arms and she feels the rope slacken, allowing her to remove them and linger over the pretty red marks crisscrossing her skin. Her affectionate eyes find him and he kisses her again, breath stolen from her lungs as her body yearns to press against him, like this forever if she were allowed. Her arms wrap around his neck and he slides inside her slowly, little noises mixing on their tongues as he bottoms out and they both exhale in relief.

“You always feel so good, Star,” She murmurs in his ear as he presses his nose against the side of her face. A rumbling growl vibrates against her chest and she smiles, feeling him kiss the drying tears near her temples. “So good,” He groans and finally thrusts, hard, earning a sweet gasp in return.

The inferno burns hotter in her belly, every drag against her walls leaving her desperate for more of him to cling to, to kiss, to touch. The bruising grip he has on her hips leaves her dizzy in the wake of his tender kisses, and she strengthens their bond to share the feeling with him. His pace stutters to a halt, each muscle rippling in a struggle to hold back as his eyes fall shut and he bites his lip to suppress the guttural noise catching in his throat.

“You can’t,” He pants, moving involuntarily and she watches a full-body shiver run through him at the sensation.

“Let me,” She pleads, propping herself up on her elbows to gain leverage, and with it, she pushes him down on his back against the soft blankets. She clambers on top of him, wanting him back inside, but she represses the instinct to softly caress the planes of his chest. He shivers, looking up at her, and once she confirms his consent, she moves her hands over her breasts and touches them like he does.

“Nng… Ofelia…” He whines, hands slipping over her hips. The way his features twist in pleasure and his body curls towards her has her mind spinning, flush with the feeling of him.

She wants to make him feel just as good as he makes her feel, wants him to enjoy every moment, as she always does, forever grateful that he'd chosen to share the pain of his past with her and trusts her with it enough to embrace her in this way. She'll hold it all in her heart, for as long as he'll have her, and longer still if he chooses to bury any of it with her once she's gone.

“You're not going anywhere,” He mumbles, eyes stuck on her. She smiles adoringly, running her fingers over his lips before she sinks to kiss him.

She can hear her heart race through his ears, sharpened by his abilities. She runs her hands up his arms, worshiping every square inch with soft fingertips and eventually her mouth, too. Every noise that he makes sinks her deeper, reveling in the way it all reflects on her body and sends tingling pleasure across her skin. The Astarion she knows, with his haughty attitude and snide remarks, falls away beneath her touch and she can’t hide the pride that tears through her mind, knowing it’s all because of her. Every sigh, every twitch, every whispered plea washes over her and it’s almost hard to tell which moves are his and which are hers.

“Ahh… ahh… slow…” He murmurs and she nods, hovering over him, shaking from the promise of having him inside and wanting it so badly she can hardly breathe. She closes her eyes, sinking her teeth into her lip until the flesh splits beneath them when he finally slips in.

“Gods…” Their voices mix within their minds, and she’s looking up at herself and looking down at him, uncertain which sets of eyes she's supposed to be seeing through. Her vision spins and she grows dizzy, mind melting into pleasure as she forces her hips down in one quick thrust that has her sight leaving her in a flash of light followed by the sweet darkness of her fluttering lashes.

She sways astride him, the sounds he’s making loud and frantic, his entire body pulsing with need and blinding sensation. There’s no way they’ve managed to hide their affairs from the rest of camp by now, but that thought drifts from her mind and vanishes among the unbearable heat building in her core.

“Are you okay?” She whispers, reigning in her sense of self as much as she’s able to while laboring under the feeling of his cock swelling and pulsing inside her. She can’t look at him, eyes shut tight as her thumbs brush over his chest, trying to soothe him into a reply as the ghost of her touch drifts over her skin.

At an unspeakable urge, she opens her eyes to lock onto his, and she digs her nails into his skin at the look he gives her. His hands tighten over her hips and she reaches for the stool behind him, letting her breath out in a rush as he lifts her and slams her back down against him.

“Star!” She tastes iron in her mouth, eyes trained on his and thoughts lost to the void as she rides him. With each thrust she loses the dividing line distinguishing their bodies from each other, feeling the insistent demand to take him deeper, harder- anything to get to the edge. The impressions of his fingers adorn her skin in violet petals, each thrust leaving her trembling as she chants his name in her head. Her gaze seeks reprieve within his as he tangles his fingers in the hair at the base of her skull while the other hand rests over her shoulder, pulling her close as they chase the building heat unraveling them.

“Love…” His voice is raw when he opens his mouth, her fingers tracing his cheek as she tightens her hold on his waist to slow to a less energetic bounce. “I love you.” She blinks in surprise, the phrase rare and sweet in her ears- one he never utters frivolously. Thoughts of him dapple her vision, a recollection of every moment she’s felt so sincerely in love with him. She melts into a breathless laugh, smitten beyond the point of no return as they fade back into precious memories, edges tinged in hues of warm pink.

“I love you too,” She sighs, kissing him once before peppering more over his jaw and down his throat. His answering groans have her walls constricting around him as he pulls her against his chest, deep thrusts propelling them closer and closer. She licks a stripe up the side of his neck, reveling in the twitch of his cock inside her before she nips him.

“Ofelia!” It’s just as sweet as she’s always pictured when her teeth sink into his flesh, her neck throbbing at the phantom pain. He stills, lust and roaring heat dancing between their connection as his nails sink into her hips. She reaches down, stealing his hands to intertwine with her own, and rises to resume the punishing rhythm as she dredges wounded cries from deep inside his chest.

The band tightens, walls fluttering when he angles himself and hits the spot that has high-pitched moans marking each upward drive of his hips as she stares into his eyes. His smolder with approval and his hands slip from her own to cover her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and drawing little breathy whines from her mouth. Gods… she could ride him all night.

“I won’t stop you,” He huffs with a smile and she laughs, ending on a needy whimper.

“Need more…” She pleads and he wraps his arms around her back, stealing kisses from her mouth, before stilling her movements and readjusting their bodies. Once he’s settled, she’s perched in his lap, holding onto his shoulders for balance as he lifts her once, holding just the tip inside, before thrusting up.

“Hells…” He sighs, expression contorted as if in pain. “Come for me?” Her eyes fly shut and she nods madly, fireworks bursting behind her lids as one hand snakes between their bodies to rest where they’re intimately connected. Deft fingers slide over her aching clit and she digs her nails into his back as her thighs begin to shake.

“Astarion… I’m so close… please.” She begs, whimpering beneath the soft swirls of his fingers. His face nestles against her neck, fangs hovering over her skin in a vow to pierce and drink and she silently compels him forward, craving the intrusion and the overwhelming maelstrom it provides. Bitten and dizzy, she cries his name, falling apart as he strokes over her and her climax bleeds onto his mind.

His strangled shout is lost amid the flood, following right behind as he spills inside her. He presses them together, shivering and sweaty, the mental thread between them finally severing as they drift in and out of coherence. She caresses his hair, fighting for breath as his lips brush over the punctures in her neck before pulling away.

Heavy-lidded, he appraises her form before softening and she smiles sleepily at him, hooked on the pretty blush covering his cheeks and the blood smeared at the corner of his mouth. As her hands move to his jaw, she grazes the delicate points of his ears until shivers wrack his body and her mouth widens in amusement. He grumbles dramatically before pulling her down to cover her smile with a passionate kiss, hands fisted into her hair as she rocks against him.

“Maybe we should go without for a month next time if this is what I get for it.” She laughs at the disdain on his face, humming softly as his hands run over her breasts and gently squeeze.

“Over my dead body,”

“Star, you are dead.” He lays her on her back, stiff and swelling inside, and she makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat as his lips drop to the shell of her ear.

“Mmm, not happening. I think I'll have you again now,” His teeth catch the tender lobe and her breath hitches, the sweet rolls of his hips drawing more hoarse moans from her mouth.

“Wait… do you hear that?” Astarion stills at her question, quirking a silver brow.

“What?” She shakes her head, listening for any noise but not even the lapping of the water against the docks is audible.

“I don't hear anything…” Embarrassment washes her face in a sheen of scarlet and he laughs.

“I heard Gale cast it thirty minutes ago. Not to worry dear, you can scream as hard as you want when I make you come again. No one will hear.”

“Ughhh!” She covers her face with her hands, shame like a brand heating the surface of her skin. “That’s so humiliating!” He chuckles and resumes his thrusts, apparently serious about going again, and she sighs as her hands fall onto the cushion beside her head.

“Don’t be such a prude, they’ve all heard us before.” She rolls her eyes, gradually forgetting her discomfort as he brings the stars close again.

In their own little haven, separate from the rest of the world- the Absolute, her complicated heritage, and the looming fight to finally free him from his master- the silence shields them from it all. She loses count of how many times they fall apart, the spell from before crumbling before he’s finished with her, but that doesn’t stop him. She holds fast, his neck muffling her sobs as he draws out their bliss with every soft-spoken word and move of his body. He hovers above her when he’s spent, and even as she’s rapidly losing the fight to stay conscious, the smile won’t leave her face.

“We have to get up in a few hours,” Ofelia mumbles, trying to swat him away when he goes to pinch her cheeks.

“Don’t tell me you’re regretting it all,” He laments, expression breaking into those big wet eyes she both loves and despises, mostly because he uses them to get his way.

“Of course not… but I’m going to be exhausted tomorrow, so if I ask you to carry my pack I don’t want to hear it.”

“Deal,” He noses at her neck, soft and sweet as he finishes cleaning them up, and when they curl together under the blankets she presses kisses to his lips.

“What do we do once this is all over… no more tadpoles?” Her question is hushed, posed in such a way that it could lead to a multitude of answers.

He stares at her, wrapped up in his arms, and he brings a hand up to rest against her face. Cool marble against a sun-soaked beach.

“I don’t know. But at least we’ll be together.”

***

Guys- I HATE DRAWING HANDS but please look at this WIP I'm working on. 👉👈

#kinktober 2024 #kinktober: week 3 #kinktober prompts #bg3 kinktober #bg3 smut #astarion smut #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #tavstarion #astarion x oc #astarion x f!tav #my writing #ofelia montez #my art #astarion fanart #astarion fanart wip

70 notes · View notes

call-me-strega · 5 months ago

Text

Batfam Prompt #4: Granddad Lore

Do y’all ever think Alfred just drops Dad Lore™️ out of nowhere?

Like, maybe Bruce and Jason are arguing about Red Hood’s past kills and Alfred makes a sassy remark “If we’re holding everyone accountable for murders they’ve committed under influence when can I expect my court date?” Stunning them both into silence. By the time they get their wits about them, Alfred has already moved on to cleaning the kitchen and refuses to elaborate.

Or seeing Dick and Tim returned to the cave after fighting Condiment King: covered in ketchup, looking like a murder scene, with pickles in places pickles should not be. And Alfred sighs and says “ Oh this mess reminds me of the summer of ‘95.” And when Tim and Dick go “wtf?” try to question him on it he just sprays them with the bat hose.

Or he watches Damien and Cass, trying to train Goliath the bat-dragon to roll over and says “Oh, yes, this reminds me of the pet lizard I had in my boyhood, Spike, who turned out to be a crocodile.” And then leaves before either of them can ask more.

Or visiting Babs at the library with Duke and Steph and he stops to talk to an old woman at the counter. And when he comes get back they tease him about having a lady friend. And he’s like “ Don’t be ridiculous. I met Judith during the Lavender Scare. Helped her ward off suspicion so that she could keep her job as a secretary to the senator without being harassed.” And then he wanders off to find a new cookbook, leaving the three gob smacked.

Or someone’s telling a story about a mission over dinner and Alfred goes. “Ah yes, Master Bruce that reminds me of the summer your father dragged me on a boys trip to Guatemala to search for the chupacabra. Although that trip was how we met your mother.” And he continues eating while everyone stares at him because this is a Lore drop with bonus Wayne Lore???!

#batfamily #batfam prompt #alfred pennyworth #Alfred dropping that (grand)dad lore #He never elaborates #I just imagine the bats have a conspiracy board titled “Things we know about Alfred”#had a pet crocodile #was in a beard relationship?#went to Guatemala with Thomas Wayne?? and met Martha there??? While looking for a chupacabra????#has killed a man? under the influence?? of something??? more than one?!?!?#Bold and circled in red is THE SUMMER OF ‘95?!?!????

145 notes · View notes

anime-fan-05 · 4 months ago

Note

Hai baby girl ~😘

If your request is open may i've a headcannon for Eren , Armin,reiner, falco and Berthold with Wife reader ( Separately ) .... So, the wife's reader is watching her children who are playing outside while knitting to make dolls...Wife reader also likes making cakes and bakery .... please, sorry if I confused you...The point is their reaction to seeing that... Plus I also want to know how they will react when their children are the Titan shifter

this sweet is for you 🧁🍰🎂🧇🍪🍩🍨🍧🍦🍬🍭🍮🍞🍓

Attack on Titan ~Sweet domestic life's scene~

Manga/anime: Attack on Titan

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other

The headcanons of them with children who are titan shifter are here.

Premise

S/O has just opened the front door of his, his wife (Y/N) and his son and daughter's house, tired from an intense training session.

However, he's surprised to find neither his wife nor his children at home, so he decides to look for them at the back of their garden, and there he finds them: (Y/N) is sitting under the gazebo in the center of their garden, holding a doll, which she's finishing sewing, but never taking her eyes off her children; their five-year-old son is playing with the ball against the fence which delimits the garden area, and which he had struggled to build, and their two-year-old daughter is playing with the two dolls his wife had given her on her last birthdays.

Furthermore, on the table next to (Y/N) there are chocolate biscuits prepared the day before and a very inviting looking tart, probably prepared that day for the children's snack.

Eren Y.

He'll remain watching you on the doorframe overlooking the garden for a few minutes -or that's what he'll think, because it'll actually be an hour-

He'll stare at you with a sweet look until your children notice him and run around him

During his hour of contemplation of you he'll wonder how lucky he's to have become your husband and the father of your children and, after greeting your children, he'll come to hug you and give you a kiss, murmuring: "Tadaima (I'm home)."

After letting you go from his embrace, you'll all sit around the table to eat your desserts, which he loves: he really appreciates your passion for cooking, and he and your children love to taste everything you cook

And so, while he enjoys the afternoon with his family, he'll swear he'll do everything to protect you

Armin A.

He'll smile sweetly as he looks at you, thinking both of the beauty of his family and the happiness of tasting your desserts

Regarding your desserts, he also appreciates your skill in making them and, if you ever want to open a bakery or pastry shop, he'll be your supporter and first customer

Returning to the idyllic scene, he'll greet you and your children and then sit next to you, telling you about his day and watching your children with you

Furthermore, every now and then he'll move his gaze from the children to you, watching you work on the doll with affection, sometimes gently moving a lock of hair ended up in front of your eyes, other times giving you sweet and delicate kisses on the cheek

After a few hours spent chatting with you, you'll have dinner together and then eat a slice of your cake; after, you'll lie in bed, and he'll hope the same will happen the next day

Reiner B.

I think he might be moved to see you and your children: Reiner is a broken person, and he doesn't think he deserves the joy of having a family

So, he'll run towards you and hold you tight, murmuring many thanks to you, and then move on to your children, stunned to see their father so upset

After calming him, you'll have him sit next to you, continuing to whisper comforting words to him, while you watch your children together and he's hugging you, not wanting to let you go

Only after calming down, he'll notice your sweets, of which he's very proud: he always brags to all his friends about your great skills in creating delicious desserts and bakery!

You'll all be happy to eat your sweets and end your day

Bertholdt H.

He'll reveal himself immediately because, due to his enormous shyness, he'll feel very embarrassed and blush if he's caught staring at you

He'll go first to greet your children, who are as shy as him -in fact, their greeting will be quite embarrassing-, and then to hug you, not avoiding blushing

After greeting you, he'll play first tag and then hide and seek with your children, but, before going to them, he'll steal a biscuit from the plate

He loves your desserts and, every time he has to be away from home for the whole day, he brings a slice of your cake for a snack and a homemade sandwich for lunch

You'll all remain together in the garden for the whole evening, and the desserts will remain forgotten

Falco G.

His heart will be full of love and beat strongly when he sees that scenario, and he'll feel truly lucky to be a spectator of it

He'll approach you only when you notice him, as he doesn't want to break that beautiful image with his presence, and he'll hug you and then play with your children

After playing with them for a few hours, he'll decide to dedicate some time to you: he'll sit next to you and blush brightly when you put yourself in his lap and, after he recovers, he'll wrap his arms around you, and so you two will cuddle

While you cuddle, he'll talk to you about the possibility of you opening a bakery: he has always encouraged you to do so, because he loves your sweets and is confident you'll conquer everyone with them

Know he's truly happy with his family and would never want to change it

💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮

89 notes · View notes

hederasgarden · 1 month ago

Note

Ivy... Headcanon me some dom August shit

I’ve tried to keep this a true reader insert when possible but there are some descriptions that hint at the reader being plus-size because this was written for my dearest Claire.

NSFW, 18+ only. This head cannon is mostly focused on the sexual nature of August as a dom. There are a lot of kinks discussed so read at your own risk because they are not tagged.

I feel like dom August would be very particular about what you wear and how you present yourself when you’re with him. Dresses are preferred and type depends on the occasion. Most of the time it’s flowy sundresses, pretty little things that accentuate every curve you have to offer. He wants you to look as feminine and sweet for him as possible. When you’re just at home, he doesn’t want you wearing underwear or anything that would be a barrier to him having you when and where he wants. When he takes you out for work dinners he wants you dressed to impress but nothing scandalous. You’re his alone to look at so while you’ll certainly be stunning, he doesn’t want you dressed provocatively.

I think most people would expect August to be inventive when it comes to disciplining you, but at his heart, he’s a traditionalist. Nothing compares to a good old-fashioned spanking delivered with his hands. He’ll toss you over his knees and swat your backside until you're a crying mess, voice hoarse from all the begging and apologizing. He loves your tears. The harder you cry, the harder he gets. Even better if it’s the ugly, messy kind of crying where you can’t quite catch your breath. If he’s feeling especially evil he might work a plug into your ass beforehand so each smack of his palm jolts the plug and makes you keen.

Another form of punishment that August is fond of is making you kneel between his legs, naked, while he works. He’ll ignore you until he feels long enough has passed to get his point across. “Do you think you can be good for me, honey?” He’d ask, tilting your head back with a finger under your jaw. After you softly whispered, “yes, sir,” he’d help you climb into his lap and allow you to ride him.

I get the impression August would be the type to love anal sex and would probably have a variety of plugs he’d want you to wear around the house while you were doing mundane tasks (cooking/clean/reading) so that way you’ll be nice and ready for him. If this wasn’t something you’ve ever done before August would be FERAL knowing he got to be the one to teach you and claim you this way.

Depending on how far you’d want to take it, August could accommodate your request for degradation pretty easily, going as hard or soft as needed. For me, I prefer light degradation so there would be lots of comments like: "This is all you're good for, isn't it sweetheart? Taking my cock."

I feel like asphyxiation would be another kink of his because it shows how much you trust him and really highlights the amount of control he has over you. This wouldn’t be a kink he’d indulge in lightly and you’d have to have a strong, long-term relationship because he’d need to be able to read your cues well and trust you to tap out if it became too much. He’d never ask you to push your boundaries aside to please him.

He’d love the sight of his bare hands around your throat but I think what really drives him mad is having you on all fours with his belt wrapped around your neck. When he knew you were just about to come, he’d twist the leather around his hand and pull hard, bringing you up to your knees so he could hammer into you from behind until you both came. During an intense scene like this, August would always watch for any sign you’ve reached your limit or need to tap out.

One last thing and this will be controversial, but I don’t see August as a brat tamer. He has a hard job and life so when he gets home he wants to enjoy his well trained little pet. He LOVES a good girl that will respect him and his rules. Or, if he did take on a brat, she wouldn’t be one for long. He’s not a tamer but a breaker. He’d mold you into his good girl.

Now onto the most important part!

Because August can be a stricter/harsher dom than some of the other HC characters, aftercare is especially important to him. After a scene or even a tough day, he would prepare a relaxing bath infused with all your favorite scents. He’d gently wash your body, taking his time, and then massage lotion into your skin with soft, careful touches.

August would also make sure you have the coziest, most comfortable clothes to wear afterward. He’d ensure you enjoy a warm meal from your favorite restaurant and keep plenty of water on hand. While he might not seem particularly affectionate or cuddly to others, he understands your need for warmth and comfort after a session. He wants you to feel that his touch can be soothing and tender, too.

There would also be plenty of verbal praise and reassurance as the two of you relax together. He wants you to know just how proud he is of you for being such a good girl and that you are deeply loved.

I have more thoughts, but this is getting long and a little questionable. So I shall stop here.

Wanna hear some Henry Cavill character headcanons? Send me an ask!

Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

#august walker x reader #august walker x you #august walker #is #mission impossible fallout

39 notes · View notes

faerunsbest · 8 months ago

Text

Despite how much they love each other now at some point cal Lia and rolan were just kids, mean little grubby jelly beans who didn't think about what they said.

At some point in time it never occurred to either cal or Lia that rolan didn't feel like he's one of them or maybe they just didn't know?

Sometimes grumpy kids say awful things and they don't realize how awful it is until later much later.

Let's assume they all [the kids] share a room in a small apartment with their single struggling mum. Space is limited and they do step on each other's toes, cal and Lia are so close in age its easier for them to stay together during arguments.

It just is. Rolan being so much taller takes up more space even when he doesn't mean to.

So they argue they argue and cak or Lia winds up screaming at rolan, with all that young thoughtless hangry rage

That they wished he wasn't there. Then maybe they could be comfortable. By the time they've finished Rolan is breathing heavily, eyes glassy with his hands gripping the front of his shirt. They know what they said and the weight if it hits them like a ton of bricks and now... there's a stunning silenece...but for rolan trying to stay calm.

Cal and Lia bolt from the room, they don't didn't mean it. Why did they say that?

Unsure what else to do. Rolan looks around the room and begins picking it up, all the mess. He rolls up his own clothes into tight roll, trying to make sure everything of his fits into the bottom drawer. Out of the way.

When he comes out he doesn't see them, but he can hear them kicking around their mums room, wanting to be left alone.

In the kitchen he sees their mother rattling noisily about, frustration on her brow.

" can I help?"

She jumps at his small voice. She seems to glance into the cupboard and back to him

" actually I think I've forgotten to grab a few things from the market. Would you run out for me please?"

Happy to be of use, rolan slips into a coat riddled with patches and takes the small purse she hands him along with a small messy list and almost heads out.

At the door his mother stops him to kiss the space between his horns

" If there's enough, maybe a bit of sweet bread too?"

With a lopsided smile, he hurries out and down the hall out of sight.

A few minutes later, cal and Lia come out grumbling. They look around the living room, he isn't in his spot by the window, his little stack of books are gone. Cal points to the empty spot, Lia can feel something clamp tight in her chest before she bolts back the bedroom.

Cal immediately behind her, they freeze. Both of their beds are made nice and neat, lias with a little bear on its pillow. Rolans bed sits blank and bear, his blankets nowhere in sight. They begin frantically shouting for him ripping open the closet to find him hiding.

Where are his things!? They come out and cal sees a coat missing on the rack. His lip wavers

" mum, where's rolan?"

They watch her trying to pry open the shell of something they don't care about when she answers with mild annoyance.

"He went-ouch!"

She whipped her hand away sticking a finger in her mouth. She looks up stunned to see the pair suddenly falling apart, bawling and screaming at her. She drops what she's doing to try and figure out what's going on, impossible with them hiccupping and breaking their words into jagged parts.

a few moments later, the door creaks open and a very happy rolan steps in with an armful of grocery.

" mom! There was- what happened?"

He blinks at the scene his siblings have made of themself, knocked off his feet when they rush him.

" IM SORRY!"

" I DIDN'T MEAN IT!"

Their mother swift as can be manages to grab the bag from his arms before it can all go flying. She shakes her head at them unsure what argument is being resolved.

After dinner and clean up the place is quiet and empty. Their mother narrows her eyes suspicious of the silence before peeking into her own room.

She can't help the smile at seeing them all curled up together under her blankets, cal and Lia absolutely refusing to let go of rolan.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #artbyale #rolan #bg3 rolan #cal #lia #tiefling #im doing this from my phone #be nice

111 notes · View notes

tacticaldiary · 1 year ago

Text

It Was Never Supposed to Be You

Pairing: Ethan Winters x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

They’re both strung up under the eye of Lady Dimitrescu, and Ethan’s forced to watch the love of his life endure a taste of what he’s used to going through. It ignites a rage in him he didn’t know was possible.

A/N: A reimagining of the scene where Ethan gets strung up with sickles.

Masterlist

She doesn’t see it coming. Neither of them do.

Screams tear out of both their throats as the three woman cackle at them, dragging them along the floor. Panicked, she struggles to get out of the grasp the blonde one has around her ankle, looking over at Ethan to get a sense of the situation.

Her blood runs cold when she notes that he’s not being dragged by his limbs.

There are sickles pierced through his ankles, dragging him along the floor. Blood trails on the marble floors of the castle and urgency slams into her. She had to stop this, to save them, to get them out of here and check if he was okay and find Rose and-

They’re thrown into a room, weak and gasping for breath when the towering figure arrives, looming over them with bloodstained lips and a deathly complexation.

Ethan’s ragged breath reaches her ears as he immediately shuffle his way in front of her, extending out an arm to shield her from the new hostiles.

She gets a closer look at him, his legs bleeding, a pool of crimson puddling beneath him. It makes her sick, seeing her boyfriend’s physical indication of such hurt.

They had come here to find Rose after Mia had come over to visit Rose. Ethan and her had separated a year after the Louisiana incident, and he’d found happiness in somebody else, in her. Mia came over to visit Rose, but their dinner was rudely interuppted by Chris Redfield shooting her dead in the middle of dinner. She’d never get the ringing of the bullets out of her head. They were taking her away, they were taking Ethan away, and when she’d tried to defend Rose, to shield her and run, she’d been knocked out and taken as well.

It was a horrible chain of events. Rose was gone, the village was overrun, and most importantly, four women looked down at them like they wanted to devour them.

“Mother,” One of the women says gleefully. “We bring you fresh pray.”

“You are so very kind to me, daughters.” The tall one grins, cocking her head as if to size them up.

“Stay behind me.” Ethan breathes, staring up at them in turn, frantically trying ot click together a plan of action. She clutches onto the back of his jacket, a small sense of comfort.

She’s fully ready to shove him out of the way and take the brunt of whatever was to be thrown at them, that much she knows. She loves this man just as much as he loves her, and it was only logical that if it came down to her life or his, she’d choose Ethan’s every time.

Rose deserved to have a father, after all.

She would not let that bundle of sunshine become an orphan. Not of her watch.

“Let’s have a closer look at them, shall we?” She taunts, striding closer. “Ethan Winters.” She drawls, then her eyes flick over to her. “And his lovely companion. I see you’ve escaped my foolish little brother’s games.”

“What do you want?” She spits out, feeling Ethan stiffen under her grasp. “Where’s Rose?”

Fearless. It was one of the qualities that had drawn Ethan to her in the first place. Ready to take on anything thrown at her, she did not mind in the slightest that he had his demons. Rather, she did her best to fight them alongside him, soothing him during the rough night in a way Mia never could do, helping him through the tests and the demands of the BSAA.

But right now that bravery instills in him a fear so potent it stuns him.

She is ignored, almost as if she had never spoken in the first place. The woman seems far too taken with Ethan, approaching him. “Let’s see how special you really are.” She sneers, clicking her fingers.

The both of them struggle and yell in protest as two of the younger women rip her away from Ethan, off to the side, their grips cold and unrelenting as they hold her down.

“Get the fuck away from him!” She snarls, struggling as the tall woman approaches a pale Ethan with a knife. He looks unwell, and she knows that he’s already rather weak to begin with. Always one to push forward, always insisting he take the lead and the brunt of the damage during all of their encounters. She never lets him, but he manages to protect her anyway, sustaining injuries that would have made her collapse and still pushing through anyway.

Ethan chokes out a gasp as the knife slices through his bandaged palm. She watches in horror as the woman...licks? Licks the blood off of his hand, drinking it in greedily. Sick. These people were sick.

“Hmm. Going a little stale. I’d assume the same for the other one.” She hums thoughtfully. It makes her stomach turn.

They go on about devouring them, who gets the first taste, but all she can focus on is Ethan, kneeling there exceptionally pale and panting, trying and failing to get himself to move, to act.

“...later there will be enough for everyone.” The woman chuckles. “Put them up!” She orders, and before she can make sense of what the woman means, two of the girls approach Ethan with the sickles from before.

He screams as they hook through both his hands, right through flesh and bone, lets out another choked cry as he’s yanked up by chains and strung there, gasping heavily. “Let me...Let me down!” He chokes out.

“Ethan!” She screams, voice cracking, her struggle intensifying. Shit. Shit.

“Don’t think we forgot about you.” A voice whispers in her ear. The two women approach her, another set of sickles in hand.

“No...no!” She yells, struggling to no avail, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

“Get-...” Ethan coughs, voice shaky. “Stay the fuck away...away f-from her.” He spits out weakly.

It’s not enough.

White hot pain cuts through her hands as two sickles impale themselves through her palms. She shouts her pain and doubles over, screaming again when she’s yanked up off of her feet just like Ethan.

It hurts. It hurts in a way she never thought any kind of pain could. Taking off of her weight, her hands feel like they’re on fire, agony coursing through her muscles. The pained sob tears out of her throat without permission as she squeezes her eyes shut.

There’s cackling, footsteps, mumbled conversations amongst themselves, and then the click of the door shutting.

Silence. Just two sets of labored breathing mixed with the occasional whimpers.

“Are-are you okay?” Ethan grits out. He’s trembling, in agony, but his first thought is of whether she’s okay.

“F-fine.” She gasps out. “Have to- have to get out.” The words cut themselves off with another involuntary sob. It hurts. It really fucking hurts.

“Shit.” She hears him curse under his breath. He shakily looks up at his hands, the gears in his head turning. He swallows, seemingly coming to a decision. She can’t catch what his intentions are quick enough, because before she can protest, he draws in a long, shaky breath-

And yanks until the sickle tears right through his palm.

His pained scream echoes out through the hall, and it makes her eyes sting with tears. “Ethan...” She gasps. “St-stop that. You’re hurting yourself.” She whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut as he ignores her, and does the same to his other hand, another sound cracking through the room.

His body hits the floor with a sickening thump, and she can hear him trying to calm himself down, to steady his breathing while he stumbles over to her.

“I’ve-I’ve got you.” He pants, trying to steady his voice for her. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Hands bleeding, he stumbles over to the chains spiked into the wall, holding her up. Gritting his teeth at the sharp pain that clutching his knife brings him, he wedges the blade into the mechanism and pushes down until it breaks.

She’s weightless for a moment, and then she hits the ground. The pressure off of her hands is a relief, but the sight of them right in front of her, impaled makes her sick and dizzy.

Hands on her shoulder, bloody and shaky, but warm and familiar. “You’re alright.” He assures her. “I’ve got you, you’re okay.”

“There’s still in my hands.” She breathes out slowly, trying to calm herself.

Ethan clenches his jaw and nods. “I’m gonna get them out, okay? It’ll-It’ll hurt like a bitch but we have to do it.”

She nods. There’s no way around this. She has to get them out. “Shit, okay just-just do it.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she bares her hands at him.

Ethan guides her head to his shoulder, telling her to brace herself. Pressing her forehead to him, she nods, readying herself.

The first sickle out makes black dots float around her vision.

The second one out brings up the bile that’s been churning in her stomach. Leaning to the side, she vomits up the small rations they’ve eaten hours and hours ago, coughing and heaving. Ethan holds her hair out of her face, shaking just as much as she is, whispering that they were alright.

Once she’s finished, she coughs and straightens up sluggishly, trying to catch her breath. She finds Ethan looking at her intently, watching her for a moment and she thinks she might have caught something like guilt in his soft eyes.

Unable to stomach that, she looks away, catching sight of a green bottle propped onto the dresser. “Ethan.” She gestures to it, pulling herself to her feet with great difficulty and stumbling over to it.

She brings the bottle to him and uncorks it, grabbing his hands to pour the miracle liquid over them, when it’s plucked straight out of her hands.

“You first,” Ethan says shakily, not giving her a chance to protest. He pours the liquid over both of her hands in turn, making sure the wounds stitch close before letting her tug the bottle away.

The cool liquid over his hands tears a relieved sigh out of him, the pain ebbing away and subsiding.

For a moment, they both flex their hands, testing the function of their fingers in mutual silence, checking themselves over for how they feel.

Then she launches herself onto him, Ethan’s arms wrapping around her waist instinctively. She kisses him urgently, quick but meaningful.

“I thought we were going to die.” She mumbles against his lips. “Scared me to death.”

“Me too.” He admits when she pulls away. His eyes roam over her body as if scared he’d suddenly find another massive stab wound or puncture. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Me too.” She chuckles nervously. “We’re alright.” He nods in agreement.

“We’re fine.” He confirms, trying to convince both her and himself. He stands and offers her a hand, pulling her to her feet. “We have to keep going.” He says, looking around the room but keeping her hand in a firm grip, lacing their fingers together.

“Let’s go find Rose.” She agrees. “I’m setting those bitches on fire the next time I see them.”

“Agreed.”

Requests Are Open!

(16/06/2023)

206 notes · View notes

dewkook · 5 months ago

Text

lacy

"it's like you're out to get me, you poison every little thing that I do"

pairings: jk x oc x reader

genre: one shot, angst, sad, spoiler: nobody involved is actually happy with their life, not so detailed past actions/intentions, being each others lacy

song: lacy by Olivia Rodrigo

Hiya looked at the scene unfolding in front of her. Eyes laid on you and your waves. She wondered if you made your hair wavy on purpose or if they naturally appeared like that. Regardless, you looked effortlessly stunning today with your blue summer dress and your creasing eye smile. You’re currently talking to Jeongguk while holding the 8-year-old in your arms. The 8-year-old that is not your daughter. The-8-year old that is in fact, Jeongguk’s and Hiya’s light of the world.

Hiya cleaned the table while still setting her eyes on the two of you chatting. You stayed over for dinner tonight and were ready to head home. The two of you were standing next to the entrance and it’s you with your arms stretched to the door knob ready to bid your goodbye. Jeongguk is looking at you like he always does. That certain longing smile and the deepened look of the need to not wanting to end the exchange. The longing stares that drive Hiya insane.

She was depressed perhaps ? Or maybe it’s just one of her jealous feelings lurking out again. Which mostly happens when you come over. It’s one of those nights where she realised once again that she’s living her worst nightmare. The one nightmare she feared the most when she was 17.

Back then it was just a small suspicion. Maybe a little bit of envy but that’s it. You told her multiple times about the crushes you would have on random high school boys or celebrities, so she wasn’t ever once worried about you, her best friend, doing something sketchy with her back then boyfriend, Jeongguk. You wouldn’t even dare to do something like that to your best friend. Hiya knew and trusted you enough to be hundred percent sure. And as mean as it sounded, she knew you never even had the guts to it.

She did know that you and Jeongguk were ying and yang itself. The banters you would have with each other back then during movie nights, teasing you every single time when the three of you would watch a horror movie, you telling him to be serious with school and stop messing around and him just nodding along so you’d stop nagging at him. Hiya knew you liked Jeongguk for a while. She was well aware of your little secret crush since she saw you lurking on him in P.E class back then. You and Jeongguk sat together in chem class and talked a bit here and there before Hiya got to know him.

Hiya was intrigued seeing you with him. She wanted to know him and what better opportunity presented itself when she found out you knew him ? Besides you never would’ve made a move on him anyways.

So they became a thing. Hiya and Jeongguk always out there partying together, drinking, getting high. Matching and worsening each other’s energy. You would never come along to their shenanigans. Always telling them to be careful and that’s it. The three of you would hang out to chill or “study” if you can even call it. Hiya was young, too engaged to even notice the growing relationship you and Jeongguk have formed. Always assuming it’s the sibling kinda love or them just tolerating each other for the sake of her. Or maybe she was in denial. Hiya doesn’t remember quite well what she felt at that time. Yet over time she noticed that during sleepovers the three of you had, Jeongguk would always disappear out of the bed that Hiya and him shared just to find out he went to you at the porch since you were always there at night to witness the night air. He’d go to you to have the talks. Gosh these talks. He’d always get advice from you and you would lash out about all the beautiful and poetical things that fascinated Jeongguk so much. How Hiya hated them. Let’s just say Hiya wasn’t the most serious or academic person. She hated thinking about her future. While everyone else was planning about going to college, wanting to make money and who knows what, Hiya just wanted to live in the moment. Get in trouble maybe once or twice a week. She knew she was not the best influence on Jeongguk, but she knew she always wanted him by her side. She wanted him so much. So danm much.

The minute she realized that Jeongguk was less and less in love with her she panicked. The uninterested answers, the questions of where you were and why you wouldn’t hang out with them. Fights started and on and off breakup’s happened. But Hiya knew Jeongguk would always come back to her. Whether it be for the sole reason that she was the only way for him to still see you or not. Hiya’s heart was sensitive and she did handle a lot of stuff in the past very irresponsible. Becoming pregnant was per example not something that was on anyone’s agenda. Pregnant at the ripe age of 17. She was a child and so was Jeongguk.

Looking back at the memories Hiya chuckled. Hiya loves her daughter. She resembles Jeongguk to the core, which is slightly unfair simply because she was the one having to endure carrying her. But nevertheless she loved her baby. But if Hiya could go back in time without knowing what it’s like to have a child…she would’ve told her 17 year old self to get rid of the kid.

17 year old Hiya did think of that. Feared that she or Jeongguk were not ready for a kid. Feared the thought that she’d be a terrible mother and would just leave everything behind. Feared that in years into the future, Jeongguk would resent her for trapping him into a loveless marriage. Feared that in years into the future, she would witness the current scene that happened in front of her. Once again, she knows you’d never do anything or act out anything out of pure respect towards Hiya.

But Jeongguk. Jeongguk was so fucking obvious.

So easy to read with his eyes. It’s like he could walk in the streets with a sign that says “I’m in love with my wife’s best friend” and it would look the same as he does right now in Hiyas eyes.

Both of you hugged each other goodbyes, and she sees Jeongguk closing his eyes. She decided to ignore the fact that Jungkook hugged you a little longer than necessary. She also decided to ignore the stare he gave to you when you looked away just to give their daughter a hug. Furthermore, she decided to ignore the fact that when you turned to Hiya with your stretched arms reaching for her to come, his smile faltered a bit. Like it’s a reminder. A reminder to him of “Oh right. I have a wife”

Hiya walked towards you welcoming your embrace. “Already? You’re leaving us ?”, giving you a weak smile. “Yeah sorry guys gotta go. Boss is being a real pain in the a- …i mean he’s gotten harsh lately”, you say while scratching your head in hopes that the little girl didn’t hear you. “Probably one of the last dinners for a while where I’m over. Dude stacked us with loads of work. Seriously who does he think I am”, you say while looking out at the open door. Right. You and your beautiful career. Working as a assistant for the Council. How successful and yet humble you are.

Hiya wants to shoot herself when she hears Jeongguk laugh at your remark while gazing at you like you are the most precious thing on earth. Like he looks at their daughter. Like someone he loves from the bottom of his heart.

Hiya knows Jeongguk would never act out on his feelings but what pains her is that he wants to.

The night ended and Hiya is laying on her bed thinking to herself, once again, that she’s raising a child with Jeongguk knowing he was constantly looking over her shoulder at you. Both of them have been fighting constantly almost every day and its eating Hiya up. Drowning into so many thoughts and years of denial. Constant thoughts about how she messed up two people that could’ve been happy together. Hiya knows she is not a saint. Knows she can be villainous. Has had her acts of impulsiveness. The walking figure that is you with the following lovesick eyes of her husband is a reminder for the price she needs to endure. It’s poisoning her brain. You do.

She did have thoughts of maybe cutting ties with you over time. Friendships happens like that sometimes she thought. People just grow apart. So over time you would just go she thought.

But you were her only friend. The second she found out she was pregnant she ran to you. The second her and kook had a fight, she ran to you. When she found no one to babysit, there was you. She hated that the most. You were just such a good friend and it killed her.

The help you gave, benefited her so much, yet it killed her when Jeongguk picked their daughter up from your place, he’d come home later with their daughter. The tiny girl wouldn’t tell her mom how daddy came to pick her up from baking with auntie yn. No, it was her running up to Hiya telling her “Daddy came and joined auntie and me with baking.”

Such a sweet torture you are to her.

Hiya’s got everything a typical woman in her late twenties could imagine. Being married, owning a house, a beautiful daughter and a successful working husband. Everything. Yet her stomach is all in knots. You got the one thing that she wants.

With your beautiful delicate fingers you have him, her husband, wrapped without even knowing. Or maybe you know. Hiya doesn’t know if it's karma or just really her fate.

———————————————————————————————————————————

You’re getting ready for bed as you sit up on the corner of your bed to put some lotion on your legs. Watching TV when nothing really bugs you really. You think about today. Hiya and Jeongguk and their beautiful daughter. You look back on the past and on how Hiya has told you about her new target.

“Wait who?”, you ask while eating the last chip of the package. “Jeon Jeongguk, that one guy from P.E who is your lab partner”, Hiya says.

“No not him. Hiya please he has enough trouble in his life don’t ruin him too”, you barge to her.

“First of all, rude. Second of all, he’s such a hottie. Aren’t you and him like almost friends ? Might as well set me up with him”, she says while looking for more chips in the cabinet. “No you can’t. I’m not doing your cupid work for you. Besides he has told me that theres a girl he likes but won’t tell me who when i asked him” , you tell her while trying to come up as nonchalantly as possible.

Truth to be told, you liked him. Really. It’s not that big of a crush but Jeongguk was nice to you. He would make some weird joke to you and you’d laugh at them no matter how stupid they would be.

He was nice company and a great lab partner. “Sharing” him or introducing him to Hiya would change things.

“So? I saw you talk to him and maybe next time you just mention me. He’s hot yn. Pleaseeee. Pretty Pleaseee~”, Hiya looked into your eyes while making a face with both of her hands on your shoulder. The cigarette on her hand was positioned right into your face and you started coughing.

“It’s not like you want him or anything right ? I’m surprised you’re even able to talk to boys.”, Hiya speaks up when you didn’t say anything.

Her sentence rubbed you the wrong way and you suddenly feel small. Why did her words affectyou so much. Not wanting to turn the topic on you you nod, “yeah whatever. I can introduce him to you if you’d like”, you say, trying not to sound irritated.

“REALLY? I LOVE YOU AH ! Okay how about tomorrow when….”, Hiya continues with her fanatical talk while you’re dozing off on the last thing she said. Not able to talk to boys…she’s right though. Do you really have a crush on Jeongguk or do you just like him cause he talks with you ? Your mind is laughing at yourself and your delusional thoughts. You were overthinking so much into yours and his exchanges.

The next morning Hiya and Jeongguk were already in Lunch talking with each other without you doing anything. Good for them you thought as you walked past them. You saw Jeongguk waving you over to them but you chose to ignore them and the image of Hiya not even sparing a glance at you.

You turn off the lights and decided to stop thinking about things that happened in the past.

You decided to ignore your jealous mind every time you looked at Hiya and her life compared to yours. Despised your rotten mind and how much you worshiped her over the years. But mostly despised your past self for giving him up so fast.

25 notes · View notes

arlana-likes-to-write · 2 years ago

Text

The 30th by Billie Eilish

Summary: (Alternative Unvierse) It’s been 5 months since you and Bucky official divorced. You still don’t understand what happened between you and him but a phone call from Memorial Hospital stops you in your tracks and shatters your world.

Warning: car accident, injury based on that, mention of stalking

Word Count: 2.8K

“Is this Mrs. Barnes?” A female voice asked. The last name that you haven’t used for a little over a year surprised you. You and Bucky have been separated for a year but divorced for 5 months. ‘Mrs. Barnes’ was a name you haven’t heard in a very long time.

“Speaking, may I ask who's calling?” You asked. You were putting dishes away from dinner and your kids were asleep.

“Of course ma’am, I am the head nurse on call at Memorial Hospital.” You sat down on the island. Your mind began to spiral on each possible situation. Was it your parents? Natasha? Steve? “Your husband was in a car accident.” The nurse said. Bucky must have kept you as his emergency contact.

“How is he?” You asked.

“He’s in serious condition but the doctors are doing everything they can.” Your heart stopped. The man you devoted so many years of your life to and the father of your children. You cleared your throat.

“Can I come and see him?” You asked.

“Yes, you can. I’ll let security know.”

You were thankful your neighbor, Wanda, and her husband, Vision, were able to watch the girls. Their twins were the same age as your eldest, Rebecca, and Wanda loved Taylor. The girls asked a thousand and one questions but you assured them that everything was okay even though you weren’t sure if that was the truth. You kept your emotions at bay as you drove to the hospital. You had to be strong for your girls, for Bucky, and yourself. You and Bucky met through a mutual friend, Natasha. You went to college with her and she and Bucky knew each other when they were kids. Natasha invited Steve and Bucky to go out with you during your freshman year. A drunken one-night stand turned into a coffee date the next morning then 4 years of dating. He proposed the day after you graduated college. Life was good. You gave birth to two beautiful girls and were doing well in your respective careers; you as a lawyer and Bucky was working as a contractor at Steve’s construction company. Then something changed. He became distant. He was there for the girls but he began sleeping in the guest room. He worked late and was away for many weekends. Finally, you confronted him and he asked for some time apart. He moved out and then asked for a divorce. You were completely blindsided by it and it hurt because you were still in love with the man.

A nurse brought you into his room. The sight took your breath away as you stared at Bucky. He was barely recognizable with machines attached to him, gauze keeping him together, and a tube down his throat. You were pretty sure a doctor came in to tell you the extent of Bucky’s injuries but their words weren’t registering with you. “Y/n,” you heard Natasha’s voice. You looked toward your friend. The doctors were gone and it was just you, Bucky, and her. She was wearing what she typically wore to work with her badge on her hip.

“Nat, what-? How-?” Your brain was short-circuiting.

“Let’s go talk somewhere else,” she led you out of Bucky’s room. You noticed an officer standing by Bucky’s door. Your friend led you to a conference room and you saw her partner, Maria. Steve called her Natasha’s work wife. You’ve met her a few times.

“Natasha, what is going on?” You asked, sitting down. A cup of coffee was already in front of you. Natasha sat down next to Maria.

“We don’t think Bucky’s crash was an accident,” Natasha said. You were stunned into silence.

“We found another set of tire tracks at the scene and in our initial investigation we found another paint color on the back of Bucky’s car,” Maria added. You leaned back in your chair and covered your face with your hands. The room was quiet, too quiet.

“Are you telling me someone tried to kill Bucky?” You finally asked, looking at Natasha. She nodded.

“It appears so,” she said. “Bucky had no alcohol or drugs in his system.” That was no surprise, Bucky was straight as an arrow when it came to not drinking and driving.

“Who the hell would try to kill him? Everyone loved him,” he was a little grumpy and as Sam said he had a ‘resting bitch face’ but he was a teddy bear.

“Have you noticed anything strange?” Maria asked. You glared at her.

“The man divorced me after being together for almost 10 years for no reason. Does that classify as strange?” You deadpanned, taking a sip of your coffee. You sighed. “Sorry. Before we got separated he was distant towards me but not the girls.”

“Was there trouble at work that Steve didn’t know about?” Natasha asked.

“I don’t know,” you told them.

“Could someone from the law firm be angry enough with you to go after him?” It was possible. You’ve worked some major cases over your career and your relationship with Bucky was public knowledge. You’ve tried to keep your kids out of the spotlight. You’ve gotten your fair share of death threats from family members and criminals.

“Maybe. I can have my assistant send you a list of people we’ve gotten threats from.”

“Thank you. For now, I’m going to assign an officer to you and your kids. Are the girls at Wanda’s?” You nodded. “Okay, I’ll have Coulson go over there.”

“Thank you, Nat.”

“Don’t thank me for just doing my job,” You said your goodbyes and headed back to Bucky’s room. You sent a text to Wanda explaining the situation and asked your assistant to send the information to Natasha and her team. You sighed, placed your phone in your pocket, and stood next to Bucky. You cupped his face gently in your hands and kissed his cheek.

“Don’t leave me, sergeant,” you whispered. “That’s an order.”

6 months later

Bucky’s condition improved but he was still in a coma. The doctors were hopeful that he would wake up on his own as he had high brain activity. You brought the girls to see their father and explained the situation to them in a way they’d understand. You told Bucky’s family as well. It was nice talking to his mother and sister again. You split your time at your office, the hospital, and at home. You were exhausted.

You were at the hospital working on a case when a knock on his door made you jump. You closed your laptop and looked at the door. It was Natasha, with a messenger bag over her shoulder. You saw the redhead almost every day. She was making sure you were taking care of yourself. “Hey Tash,” you said. “Are you here for work or pleasure?”

“Work, unfortunately.” You gave her your full attention. You didn’t ask about the ongoing investigation. You didn’t have the brain capacity to focus on it and you trusted Natasha to get the job down. She sat down in the empty chair next to you. “Does the name Brock Rumlow sound familiar to you?” She asked. You nodded.

“He was close friends with Alexander Pierce.” You put Pierce behind bars for conspiracy to commit murder when there was an attempt on Natasha’s boss’ life. You wanted to put Rumlow away too but there wasn’t enough evidence.

“Did you also know he and Bucky knew each other?” She asked. You didn’t hide the shock on your face. “They knew each other back when Bucky served.” He didn’t talk about his time over there. But you knew it still affected him as nightmares kept him up. “Once Bucky was discharged due to him losing his arm, the two stopped talking.”

“What does this have to do with the car accident?” You asked. Natasha pulled out a folder from her bag and set a picture down in front of you. It was of Bucky and Rumlow, dated right before Bucky asked for a divorce.

“Oh Buck,” you whispered. “What did you get yourself into?”

“They were meeting for a while.” She took the picture back into the file. “When you put Pierce away Rumlow lost it and went off the grid, the only time we resurfaced was to make contact with Bucky,” Natasha explained.

“What did he want?” You weren’t sure if Natasha was going to tell you.

“He wanted Bucky to help him break Pierce out of jail,” your stomach dropped. “He had some dirt on Bucky back when they served together and he threatened to release it. He also was following you and the girls,” she took out a few pictures of you and the girls at the park, grocery store, and the library. You rubbed your head.

“How-how do you know all of this?” You asked. She pulled out an evidence bag. Inside were Bucky’s dog tags and his cell phone.

“Bucky recorded every interaction. It took a while for the forensic team to pull the file off his phone.” She smiled at you. “He refused to help Rumlow and Rumlow caused the crash. The paint on Bucky’s car matched the car Rumlow has.”

“What?” You said, speechless. “Why are you sitting here and not arresting the jackass?” She punched you in the arm. “Ouch!”

“Maria and Phil are handling the arrest. I thought you wanted to know the whole story before the press took hold of it.” The press was watching this case like a hawk.

“Thank you. I won’t be able to play you back for everything you did.” She was working overtime on this case.

“You and Bucky are family. Now you can focus on healing,” she stood up to leave. You walked over to the door and hugged her. “One more thing.” She said, facing you. “Bucky tried to call you the night of the crash. But he couldn’t get through to you. He recorded a voice memo.”

“Did you listen to it?” You asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded.

“Maria and I were the only ones that listened to it. I sent it to your email.” You nodded. “Listen to it when you are ready.” She gave you one last hug before leaving you. The machines that were attached to Bucky seemed louder than normal. Maybe they were trying to be heard over your pounding heart. You took your cell phone and headphones from your bag and walked over to the window. You plugged your headphones in and found the email Natasha sent you. She said to listen to it when you were ready. You weren’t sure if you ever would be ready. You put your headphones in and hit play as you stared at Bucky’s still form.

It was silent besides the grunt or moan of pain. “Sugar, doll,” you felt your eyes burn with unshed tears. It’s been so long since he’s called you those pet names. “Fuck baby I messed up.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I just wanted to keep you and the girls safe, you know?” He groaned. “I did some bad stuff overseas. Stuff I wasn’t ready to tell you. I thought I could handle Rumlow myself. So I distanced myself from.” He went quiet. “I thought if we weren’t seen together he couldn’t use you. I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Yes you are Bucky Barnes,” you whispered, wiping the tears away that fell.

“I miss you so much, baby girl. I don’t want to die without telling you how sorry I am,” you stood up and looked at Bucky. You ran over to him.

“You aren’t going to die Barnes.” You said, cupping his face in your hands. Your tears fell onto his skin.

“I love you. You and the girls are my worlds,” his voice continued. “Tell them that, will you?”

“Tell them yourself Bucky,” you whispered. “Tell them when you wake up.” It was becoming harder to make out his face because of how hard you were crying. “Please baby, you have to wake up.”

“You made me a better man, doll.” His voice was becoming strained and hoarse. “Meeting you was when my life started. I love you.” The voice memo ended. You rested your head on his chest, mindful of his injuries, and cried. You haven’t cried through this whole ordeal. You let yourself cry and cry and cry.

3 months later

Bucky woke up a month after Rumlow’s arrest and when he was released from the hospital he moved back in with you and the girls. They were ecstatic to have their father back with them as he healed and recovered. But you and Bucky were walking on eggshells around each other, uncertain of how to act with one another. Sometimes he would act as he did before the accident, before the divorce and the separation. Then other times he would pull away. He doesn’t remember much from that night, especially the phone call he made.

You had enough. For 2 months, you were at your breaking point. You sent the girls with your parents, you cooked his favorite food and dessert. The smell brought him out of the room. His hair was wet from a shower. “Do you need help?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Can you set the table?” He nodded, grabbing two sets of plates and silverware. You were sipping on wine already. Once the food was done, you ate in silence. You watched him eat, slowly sipping on your wine.

“You're starring,” he said.

“I am,” he whipped his face with a napkin.

“Can I ask what all this is for?”

“After dinner.” He washed the dishes. It was the rule when you were together whoever cooked didn’t have to do the dishes. You pulled out the cheesecake and cut two slices. You handed him a plate.

“It’s after dinner,” you nodded, taking a bite of your cheesecake.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked. He finished the cake and placed the dirty dish in the sink for later.

“You are going to have to be more specific,” he said, walking over to the couch.

“Rumlow. The fact that you knew him while I was working on the Pierce case,” he didn’t say anything as he sat down. You walked over to him and he was opening and closing his metal hand. “Or that he asked you to commit a crime and used me and the girls as leverage.” He still didn’t say anything. He wasn’t even looking at you. “We were a team, Bucky. Why didn’t you tell me?” He sighed.

“Because I didn’t want you or the girls to find out that I’m a monster.”

“What?” You questioned, sitting down next to you.

“I was tasked with black op missions overseas. They nicknamed me the Winter Soldier. I did so many horrible things for this country,” he explained. “Rumlow was on a few of those missions. I wasn’t ready to tell you.” You looked forward, staring into the fireplace.

“I know the man I married and fell in love with,” you said finally. “That man is not a monster.”

“Doll-” he said.

“No,” you cut him off and knelt in front of him. “You are not a monster. I’m upset that you didn’t tell me but I understand.” He smiled. “You tried to call me the night of the accident but it wouldn’t go through so you left me a voice memo. Do you remember what you said?” He shook his head.

“I vaguely remember it.”

“You told me you loved me,” your voice cracked. “That you missed me and that you were sorry.” You smiled. “You told me that the girls and I are your worlds and that I made you a better man.” He nodded.

“It’s the truth.” He whispered.

“I was so scared Buck,” you admitted. “What if the accident happened on a different day? On a bridge where there wasn’t a railing in the way. Or a neighborhood street where the little kids play?” You felt the tears running down your cheeks. “What if you weren’t alone and the girls were in the car? What if you were remote and no one knew where you were? If you changed anything, would you have not survived?”

“I’m alive,” Bucky said.

“You're alive.” You repeated. “You’re alive.” He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you. He hugged you tight as you cried against him. You felt his tears on your skin. You ended the hug and put your forehead against his, staring into his blue eyes. A color you didn’t think you would see again. “You’re alive.”

“I’m alive.” He said against your lips. You connected them. The kiss was slow and salty from your tears but it was perfect. You were so scared that you’d never hear his voice again, kiss his lips, or feel his hands on you. He pulled away. “Thank you.” You smiled.

“You said it on the phone, you're an idiot,” he laughed.

“But I’m your idiot.” You nodded.

“Yeah, you are.”

#james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #james barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #james barnes x you #james barnes x y/n #james barnes x female reader #winter solider #winter solider fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes drabble #natasha romanoff #maria hill #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes

331 notes · View notes

stardewremixed · 1 year ago

Text

Alex and Abigail

She's that weird purple haired girl, right? Hangs out in graveyards sometimes?

Alex finds her kinda cute... pint-sized. Sometimes daydreams about carrying her, piggyback style.

Abi first noticed Alex when he was mourning his mom at the graveside. She respectfully ignored when he swiped at tears and found another place to journal.

Alex first noticed Abi when he was walking back from his workout at the spa on a summer afternoon. She was playing her flute in the woods. He couldn't help but stare a little bit from behind a tree. He found the music hauntingly beautiful. (And... he's a butt guy, and she has a nice ass, especially while swaying around as she played her flute).

She convinces her dad to give Alex a summer job as a stock boy.

Alex can reach the top shelves and carry heavy bags with ease.

Ngl... she appreciates the "view" of Alex hoisting large bags of potatoes.

The job doesn't pay great but it's something. And he gets a discount on Granny's groceries.

Abi once brought an order of flour, sugar, and baking powder that Alex forgot at the store. She "saved" the day. Evelyn invites her to stay for dinner.

She watched a horror movie with George while Ev fixes their food. His Gramps isn't scared of anything.

Alex didn't want to admit it but he was a little startled by the jump scare scenes. Abi talks a lot throughout the movie and dinner (which George finds annoying). Alex is only half-listening, but he likes her voice. And he's a bit mesmerized by her lips.

She stays to help Alex with dishes while Ev helps George with his evening bath. Abi is a bit playful and splashes water at himz and tosses a sponge.

Oh you're gonna get it! Alex enjoys the playfulness. He splashes her back, maybe even snaps the dish towel toward her ass.

Flirty house chores are the best!

He offers to walk her home, even though it's not far. And then dawdles a bit outside the back door.

The next time Abi sees him, she brings a nice meaty bone for Dusty.

Alex is in love! 😍

Abi wants to join the Adventure Guild... badly. Alex knows this. He offers (in a confident but sincere way) to help her train physically. If she wants. She gladly accepts.

He looks forward to training days with Abi. Starting out with light weights. Then short runs. Sit-ups. Push-ups.

As he grows more comfortable with her, Alex takes off his shirt for jogs on the beach.

She playfully pokes his abs. He likes it!

He builds her an entire training course in the woods over a few weeks. When she sees it, Abi is stunned. Speechless.

Then she leaps into his arms and kisses him, overjoyed.

Of course, it's raining.

Alex isn't big on sweeping romantic gestures. He's a practical guy. This was practical AND romantic.

At first, he's a little flushed, surprised.

They've been flirty for weeks. And she's a bit younger than him.

He expected to make the first move... eventually. But...

Abi doesn't move slow. And he loves it!

Even if it's just a summer fling, Alex feels it is worth it.

After their makeout session in the woods, the two spend loads of time together.

Swimming in the lakes, rivers.

Parasailing in the ocean.

Hiking in the mountains.

Walking Dusty around town together.

Making cookies and watching movies.

Tossing around the gridball.

Organizing a water balloon toss during the luau.

Going to the skate park / batting cages with Sam, who wholeheartedly supports this pairing.

Seb takes a bit to warm to the idea, but only because he's protective of Abigail.

He sees how happy Alex makes her, and comes around. Maybe even plays a little fantasy gridball online with Alex / Shane. Seb goes easy on Alex. Shane does not.

Abi is so supportive of Alex's dream to play gridball professionally.

When an opportunity arises, she encourages him to try out for the minors.

And she bakes him a cake to celebrate when he makes the cut.

She is so proud of him! And he is over the moon that she believes in him.

It's not the Tunnelers. But it doesn't matter. They are both thrilled.

He trains his replacement before he leaves (Martin and Shane, when JojaMart closes).

Which makes Abi love him more.

Alex is so responsible and loyal. Even her dad has to admit that he's good for Abi.

And Alex couldn't be prouder (or louder), cheering in the front row, when she walks across the stage to get her uni diploma.

He knows she worked so hard and he throws her a party to celebrate.

Complete with a pop rocks cake!

And when she decides she wants to pursue a master's, he is right there with her, researching options, learning all he can about the various schools in the area for her specialty.

Abi selects a program near his stadium.

They get a little apartment in Zuzu City.

And every day, he walks her to class and picks her up after practice.

Literally.

She squeals every time.

He takes her out for pizza and beer.

Or cooks at home.

He's actually pretty domestic thanks to Granny. Makes good soups.

And let's be honest... he makes grilled cheeses like nobody's business.

She loves when he wears a long apron... nothing else. 😉

Alex picks out a stone.

The biggest rock he can afford.

But first... he teases her with a rock candy ring.

She loves to chew "rocks" after all. Haha!

When she sees it, she immediately says yes and jumps in his arms.

Even before seeing the "real deal."

You make me a better man... he says. And I will work hard every day to give you the life you deserve.

Her mom and his granny are thrilled to plan a wedding together.

Caroline takes Abi dress shopping, and she invites Alex over frequently for family game nights.

Alex looks forward to it and feels so welcome.

Plus Caroline brews the best tea.

Alex wasn't even a tea drinker before. But Abi's mom makes good stuff.

He feels so grateful for another mom figure in his life. Especially since he lost his mom so young.

George grunts a lot, but he sees how good Abigail is for his grandson.

And Pierre is skeptical but... he knows how well Alex cares for his daughter.

And the two get married... in the woods... where he first saw her play the flute.

Abigail with her long hair flowing, and white dreamy sleeves, flowers in her hair.

Alex in a tux... that George wore for his wedding day. Ev has to take it out a smidge (because Alex is more muscular) but he looks fantastic.

As she walks down the flower petal aisle, barefoot in the soft grass, she winks at him.

He's the luckiest guy alive!

It's a magical day!

Sometimes he can hardly believe this is his life now!

These two (suddenly) make so much sense to me! 🥰

#stardew valley #sdv headcanon #stardew valley headcanon #sdv alex #sdv abigail #sdv evelyn #sdv george #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv shane #sdv pierre #sdv caroline

122 notes · View notes

simplyholl · 2 years ago

Text

Practice Makes Perfect Pt 6

Summary: Loki and Y/N have to pretend to be newlyweds for a mission. What can go wrong?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F Avenger Reader

Warnings: Fake Dating

W/C: 917

See my Masterlist here

*The events Loki describes during dinner are taken directly from @lokisgoodgirl ‘s A Moment of Mischief. Mostly all of his dialogue in that scene was written by her too. Thank you for letting me use your work, my love! ❤️

Russell and Nicole invited us to dinner at their house. I just took the dessert I made for it out of the oven. I look over my outfit, the bruises Loki left on me are still as prominent as the day he left them. With all the sex we have been having, they will never fade.

Loki holds the dessert as we walk next door. He takes my hand after knocking rapidly on their white door. We have pulled this off so far, so my nerves aren’t as bad as they previously were. Nicole answers the door, her chestnut brown hair hangs down in waves. She is very dainty. If we didn’t have confirmation, I would never suspect she was a Hydra agent.

She takes the dessert and we follow her inside. She leads us to the dining table. Everyone else is already here. I rub the dagger Loki concealed against my thigh. “We can’t let our guard down tonight. We will be in their home, their comfort zone.” He warned me. But all I could think about was how that same dagger felt against my skin while he was deep inside me.

The conversation flowed easily amongst the group. I listen intently trying to notice if they talk in code. Rachel asks Valerie about her and Craig’s first date. We take turns telling our stories. I can tell Russell and Nicole were caught off guard by her question. They played off each other, making the answer up as they spoke.

When she asked me, I was prepared. Loki and I had discussed how to answer it. I told her about a hike, how spectacular the view was, how Loki had kissed me on top of the mountain. Loki smiles beside me. The lies we had rehearsed were believable. Loki taught me how to lie. I didn’t add too many details. I pretended to think back fondly on the memory.

Valerie and Craig must have practiced their story as well. She spoke of their fun filled night of nachos and bowling with such passion, I almost forget she’s making it up. Rachel sips her water slowly sitting it down before her loud outburst. “Oh! I want to know how everyone knew they were in love! I’ll go first!”

I stop listening to her because I’m in full panic mode. We didn’t expect this question. We don’t have a go to answer that I rehearsed hundreds of times. I look at Loki trying to hide my fear from everyone else. He places his hand on my thigh squeezing lightly. Nicole and Russell stumble to answer. Valerie and Craig are super believable, as expected.

Rachel beams at Loki expectantly. “She defended me when a group of our…. colleagues thought I had taken an item of importance.” My mind instantly recalls the time Loki had taken Steve’s shield. He needed it for a photo shoot, and immediately blamed Loki for its disappearance. I stepped in asking if he saw Loki take it. I even suggested he check with Tony because he might have brought it in for an inspection.

I knew Loki had something to do with it. I just didn’t like the way they were talking to him. Like it was his fault when any misfortune occurred. “Aww that’s so sweet. Y/N knew you were innocent.” Rachel looks between us. “Oh no, she knew I was guilty. But she defended me anyway. That’s when I knew.” Loki faces me, winking. I am stunned. Why would he tell a real story for this? He seemed so genuine. Maybe that’s the key to lying, tell mostly truth with a little falsehood sprinkled in. I don’t have time to linger on it, because Valerie is asking me when I knew I was in love with Loki.

She looks too eager. I know she can’t wait to hear how he charmed me so she can imagine herself in the same situation. I take a deep breath, deciding to go with the half-truth. I stick my hand in the air letting Loki’s ring shine under the lights. “This was Loki’s mother’s ring. He gave it to me while we were dating as a promise ring. I felt so special that he wanted me to have it. It’s such a beautiful family heirloom. I know how much his mother meant to him. When he gave it to me, I knew he trusted me. We have a mutual friend who suggested I get a more modern one for my wedding ring. But Loki’s ring felt like it was made for me to wear.

Even though a bigger ring is more my style, this one felt right. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I realized I loved him when he placed it on my finger the first time.” Loki wraps his fingers around my hand. He brings my ring finger to his lips placing soft, delicate kisses to the finger his ring sits on. He looks surprised at my story. But I know he remembers the moment Tony tried to give me the flashier one.

I remember how his eyes showed that he was hurt just for a moment. At the time, I thought I was sparing his feelings. But thinking back on it, I wanted to wear Loki’s ring. It really did feel like it was hand crafted for me to wear thousands of years after it was designed. That’s what scares me the most about this mission. It feels too real.

Part Seven

Tags

@lokisgoodgirl @fictive-sl0th @lokidbadguy @ozymdias @potter-puff007 @cakesandtom @eleniblue @marygoddessofmischief @coldnique @mochie85 @goblingirlsarah @jaidenhawke @lokissidepeice @huntress-artemiss @those-late-night-feels @acciotherapists @muddyorbsblr @lokixryss @lonadane @sheris532 @ladyjames78 @ravioli19 @lokidokieokie @usagishira @javagirl328 @fifufcc @assemblingavenger @lilibet261 @foranythingandeverything @luna-y-nova @vickie5446 @lemonadygirl @joyofbebbanburg @msturi2u @chrisevanscardigan @mybugabomlb @bunny24sstuff @anonymously-ominous @luthien-elvenia-asher @iambetterthanbefore

#Loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x yn #loki x y/n

161 notes · View notes

lightmelodyva · 7 months ago

Text

-Haruka's Takeda Route-

Later that day, it was time for dinner. They were all in the common room. Chizuru was sitting next to Harada, Nagakura, and Heisuke. Haruka was sitting opposite of her with Saito and Okita. Of course things can’t be quiet at all. Nagakura was trying to steal Heisuke’s food.

“Hey! Shin! That’s mine back off!” Heisuke yelled as he tried to keep Nagakura from reaching in.

“Well, I need it! I’m a big guy! I need more food!”

“And I’m still growing so find some food somewhere else!”

The two stared at each other intensely. Chizuru just gave a small strained laugh at the sight. Haruka just sighed. “Seriously you two…Can’t you just eat your own food?”

“You’ve been here three months and you still aren’t use to it, Haruka?” Okita grinned.

“Shut up, Souji.” Haruka stared at him, but he kept grinning. She then turned back to the scene in Front of her. “Shinpachi! Leave Heisuke’s food alone and eat your own damn food! Do it again and I’ll make your portions smaller.”

“Eh!? Haruka! How can you be so mean!” Nagakura said.

“Then stop going after food.” Haruka said deadpanned.

Heisuke just grinned. “You heard, Ka-san~ Stop taking my food.”

Chizuru couldn't help but smile at their interactions, the Shinsengumi basically felt like a huge family. Harada, noticing her smile, leaned over and grinned.

"Sorry, they are this way."

Chizuru shook her head. "I'm slowly getting used to it."

Haruka glanced at Chizuru. "Just don't let them influence you too much, Chizuru."

Okita decided to add some chaos by teasing Chizuru. "You know, you should smile more, Chizuru-chan."

"H-Huh?" Chizuru was caught off guard.

Okita just leaned a bit forward. "You kinda got this mopey vibe about you lately. But when you smile it's kinda uplifting." He then grinned a big smile. "I don't mind if you smiled all the time in this place. Get's boring with all the serious stuff Hijikata and Haruka do all day."

Haruka sighed. "Souji, leave her be. Not everyone needs to smile like a maniac." She then proceeded to look pissed off as she held her cup in one hand and hugged her knees. "Seriously, Hijikata-san and Sanan-san left me in charge of you idiots like I'm some babysitter."

Saito took a sip of his tea. "That's because we listen to you."

Haruka's eye twitched. "Saito...That includes you too! Don't make me count how many times you get distracted by a sword shop on rounds!" Saito just looked stunned for a minute as a faint blush appeared on his face before clearing his throat.

"T-there's no need for that, Shinomi-san..."

Chizuru couldn't help but giggle at the exchange during this eventful dinner. Haruka noticed Okita and Harada were just drinking and not eating. She took a bite of her food before speaking again. “Sano, Souji, can you please eat tonight and not just drink sake?”

“But I’m alright with just a little Sake..” Okita said.

“Yeah, I’m alright with just this, Haru.” Harada added on.

Haruka sighed. “I didn’t want to do this..” She looked over at Nagakura. “Shinpachi, if you’re really that hungry, I’m offering those two plates since they don’t wanna eat. Just leave Heisuke’s food alone.”

Okita and Harada were both stunned at her words. Nagakura's eyes lit up. "Really, Haruka!?"

Haruka just looked done with everything. "It's better than wasting the food. Go ahead." Nagakura then quickly took both of their trays over to his side. Usually, they would fight over the food protectively but Haruka was already at her limit with their antics.

“Damn..Your a different kind of scary than Hijikata..” Okita said.

Haruka just moved her eyes to Okita. “What was that, Souji?”

“Nothing~” Okita grinned. "Just enjoying this sake." Haruka just shook her head before picking up a piece of fish and eating it.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki alter #artwork #art #haruka shinomi #okita souji #harada sanosuke #yukimura chizuru #saito #todo heisuke #nagakura shinpachi

13 notes · View notes

ff-rtp · 10 days ago

Text

Ballet in blood

Part 7-final part ,maybe ?

Let me know if you would like to continue this.

Genre : angst ,fluff , some smut? Mafia!AU

Pairing : Chanyeol x fem!reader

Warnings⚠️: mentions of violence, shouting, guns, drugs, swearing alcool and some spicy scenes .

Count: 6.9k

Chapter 7

The week leading up to N/a’s big show was a whirlwind of rehearsals, costume fittings, and late-night dinners with Chanyeol. Every evening when she came home, he would be waiting for her, the warmth of their apartment contrasting with the cool air of the fall nights.

Chanyeol watched her with a quiet intensity during those dinners. He could sense her nervous energy, but also the passion in her voice as she talked about every new step she mastered and the excitement surrounding the show. Her face lit up when she shared the details, and her laughter filled the space between them. It had become their routine, he listened, admired, and supported her with quiet strength. But underneath his calm demeanor, a storm was brewing.

He had heard whispers,dangerous ones. The world he had worked so hard to shield N/a from was inching closer to her, threatening to break into the beautiful world she had created for herself. Chanyeol couldn’t let that happen. The rumors of his enemies planning something during her performance gnawed at him, keeping him up late into the night as he strategized how to keep her safe.

One evening, after another long day of rehearsals, N/a came home exhausted but glowing with anticipation. Chanyeol had prepared a simple dinner for them, and as they sat at the table, she talked excitedly about the upcoming show.

“The costumes are perfect, and everyone is pushing themselves to the limit,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I just can’t believe it’s happening. I’ve dreamed of performing at the National Opera for so long, and now it’s real.”

Chanyeol nodded, his lips curving into a soft smile as he watched her. “You’re going to be amazing. They’ll all see what I’ve known all along,that you’re the best.”

She reached across the table, taking his hand. “Thank you for everything, Chanyeol.”

The night of the big performance arrived, and N/a felt every nerve in her body tingle with excitement and anxiety. The grand stage of the Korean National Opera awaited her, the culmination of years of dedication and sacrifice. She stood in front of the mirror backstage, adjusting her glittering costume, a breathtaking creation of crystals and delicate fabric. Her hair was swept into an elegant bun, every detail meticulously prepared. But despite the rush of excitement, she couldn’t shake the slight feeling of dread.

Chanyeol had been acting differently the past few days,tense, distracted. She knew something was bothering him, but he hadn’t said anything directly. And tonight, even though she was entirely focused on her performance, a small part of her wondered what was going on behind his dark, brooding eyes.

As she was putting on the final touches of her makeup, there was a knock at the door. She looked up to see Chanyeol standing in the doorway, dressed in a sleek, tailored black suit that made him look impossibly handsome. His presence was magnetic, but there was a heaviness in his eyes that she couldn’t ignore.

“Chanyeol,” she whispered, her breath catching at the sight of him.

He stepped inside, holding a bouquet of deep red roses. “For you,” he said, his voice soft, yet his gaze intense as he handed her the flowers. They were beautiful, a striking contrast against her pale costume. She smiled, but she couldn’t ignore the subtle tension in his jaw.

“You look stunning,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on her as if he was memorizing every detail.

“Thank you,” she replied, placing the flowers gently on the table beside her. “I’m nervous.”

He stepped closer, reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re going to be perfect,” he assured her, his voice low, almost a whisper. But even as he comforted her, his eyes flickered with something else,something darker.

N/a tilted her head slightly, sensing the shift in him. “Chanyeol… is something wrong?”

He paused, then shook his head, though his answer felt like a half-truth. “Nothing you need to worry about. Tonight is your night. Just focus on your performance.”

She nodded, trusting him, but the unease lingered in the back of her mind.

As the time for the performance grew closer, Chanyeol left her dressing room and made his way into the grand hall of the opera house. The lights were dim, the air thick with anticipation as the audience began to settle into their seats. Chanyeol moved through the crowd with an air of authority, his eyes scanning every face, every movement. He had stationed his men around the perimeter of the opera house,inside and outside. They were discreet, blending in with the audience and staff, but their purpose was clear. No one would get close to N/a tonight without going through him first.

Baekhyun had already sent him updates from outside, confirming that his men had secured all the main entry points. Sehun was positioned in the balcony, overseeing the layout of the auditorium. Chanyeol’s heart raced slightly faster than usual as he surveyed the scene. He couldn’t afford any mistakes tonight. Rumors had been swirling that his enemies were planning something, and with N/a’s high-profile performance, it was the perfect opportunity for them to strike.

As he took his seat near the front, Chanyeol’s eyes never stopped moving. The dark theater, filled with patrons dressed in their finest attire, might have looked peaceful to an outsider, but to him, every shadow held a potential threat. His fists clenched momentarily, the bruises from the past few days still fresh from his encounters with those who had tried to mess with him. But tonight, he would ensure nothing reached her.

Backstage, N/a took deep breaths as she heard the low hum of the audience settling in. The stage manager gave her a nod, and she stepped into the wings, waiting for her cue. Her heart pounded in her chest, not just from the nerves of performing in front of such a prestigious crowd, but also from the brief interaction with Chanyeol. There was something haunting in his eyes tonight, something that made her stomach twist. But she pushed it aside, focusing on the music and her routine.

The curtains rose, and the soft notes of the orchestra filled the air. N/a stepped onto the stage, her body moving gracefully in sync with the music. Each pirouette, each leap was flawless, as though she had transcended the physical world and become part of the music itself. The crowd was silent, utterly captivated by her performance.

But as she danced, N/a couldn’t help but think about Chanyeol. Was he watching her? Was he proud of her? She spun across the stage, her heart aching with the desire to share this moment with him. But in the back of her mind, the nagging feeling of something being wrong wouldn’t go away.

From his seat, Chanyeol’s eyes were glued to her. She was a vision on stage, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. For a moment, he allowed himself to be lost in the beauty of her performance. But his focus quickly snapped back as he noticed a figure moving in the shadows near the side of the stage. His body tensed, and he signaled Baekhyun with a subtle nod.

The figure disappeared into the wings, and Chanyeol felt his pulse quicken. His instincts were screaming that something was off. His phone buzzed in his pocket, another update from his men outside. There were reports of suspicious figures loitering around the entrance.

He stood up, leaving his seat quietly and heading toward the side exit where the figure had disappeared. His steps were silent, his mind racing. If his enemies had come tonight, they wouldn’t leave unscathed.

N/a finished the final move of her routine, landing gracefully on her toes as the music reached its crescendo. The audience erupted into applause, the sound washing over her like a wave. She bowed, her heart swelling with pride, but as she straightened up, her eyes scanned the audience, searching for Chanyeol. He wasn’t in his seat.

Her stomach dropped slightly, but she forced a smile and continued to bow with the rest of the cast. As the curtains fell, she quickly made her way backstage, her heart pounding for a reason entirely different from the performance.

In the dimly lit corridors of the opera house, Chanyeol moved swiftly, his mind focused on finding the threat. As he turned a corner, he came face to face with the man he had been chasing , a low-level enforcer from one of the rival gangs. The man smirked, but before he could say anything, Chanyeol grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

“You’re a fool for coming here,” Chanyeol growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The man’s smirk faltered, his eyes flicking around nervously. “It’s not what you think,” he muttered.

Chanyeol’s grip tightened, his knuckles white with rage. “If you or anyone else tries to get near her, I will end you. This is your only warning.”

The man paled, nodding quickly before Chanyeol shoved him away. He disappeared down the corridor, leaving Chanyeol standing there, seething. His heart was still racing as he pulled out his phone to check on N/a.

The final notes of the performance still lingered in the air as N/a gracefully exited the stage. Her fellow dancers, teachers, and staff flocked to her, offering praises, hugs, and congratulations. She should have felt elated, her heart soaring with the success of the night, but something inside her was unsettled. Her smile was strained as she exchanged pleasantries, her mind elsewhere. She kept glancing at the spot where Chanyeol had been seated, but it was still empty.

Where was he? What was he doing?

She excused herself from the crowd, weaving through the backstage chaos until she found a quieter corner. There was a small table with refreshments, and she grabbed a glass of water, hoping it would soothe her nerves. She lifted the glass to her lips, but as soon as she took a sip, something felt off. The taste was slightly metallic, bitter in a way she couldn’t quite place. She frowned, looking at the water.

“Maybe it’s just my nerves,” she thought, brushing it off. After all, her mind had been spinning with worry about Chanyeol all night. Her heart was racing, and it was hard to tell what was real and what was just the anxiety from performing. She drank the rest of the water, forcing herself to focus on the fact that everything had gone perfectly on stage. Yet, the unease lingered.

While N/a was backstage, Chanyeol had been moving through the dark corridors of the opera house, his instincts on high alert. His suspicions had been right. The man he’d been chasing was part of a group that had plans for tonight, though he didn’t know exactly what. When Chanyeol had grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, it was out of pure frustration and anger, he was done playing games.

But as soon as the man had disappeared into the shadows, a thought struck him. Had they already done something? His mind raced back to N/a. He hadn’t been by her side the entire night. What if something had already happened to her? The sudden chill in his chest made his stomach turn.

He texted Baekhyun to double-check the situation outside and hurried back toward the backstage area, his mind clouded with worry.

Backstage, N/a had returned to the crowd, smiling as her friends and teachers continued to congratulate her. Yet, the strange feeling from earlier wasn’t going away. In fact, her vision was starting to blur. She blinked several times, trying to clear her head. Maybe she was just exhausted. The rehearsals, the pressure of the performance, it was all catching up to her.

She smiled weakly at one of her fellow dancers who was complimenting her routine, but her legs felt unsteady. She swayed slightly, grabbing onto a nearby chair to steady herself. Something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite understand what it was.

“Are you okay?” someone asked, but their voice sounded distant, muffled as though it was underwater.

N/a opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Her body felt heavy, like it wasn’t her own anymore. She reached up to rub her temple, trying to shake off the fog, but her hand trembled. Panic started to rise in her chest as her heart pounded louder in her ears.

“Chanyeol…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as her vision swam.

Chanyeol was only a few steps away when he heard the commotion. He pushed through the crowd, his eyes immediately locking onto N/a, who was stumbling in place, looking disoriented. His heart dropped.

“N/a!” he called out, but she didn’t respond. Her eyes were glazed, her body swaying as though she could barely stand.

In a heartbeat, he was at her side, his strong arms catching her just as her legs gave out. She collapsed into his chest, her breathing shallow and rapid. Chanyeol’s panic surged as he held her, trying to get her to respond.

“N/a, talk to me. What’s wrong?” he demanded, his voice tight with fear.

But she didn’t answer. Her eyelids fluttered, and her body went limp in his arms. Her head lolled against his chest, her skin suddenly cold to the touch.

“No, no, no…” Chanyeol muttered, his heart pounding. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. He looked around, his sharp eyes scanning the room. His instincts kicked in, and suddenly, it all clicked, the bitter taste, the rumors of an attack, and now her sudden collapse. The water. It must have been poisoned.

He lifted her into his arms, holding her tightly, his face a mask of pure fury. Someone had dared to touch her. They had poisoned her, his N/a, with the same drugs he was trying to keep her away from. The cruel irony hit him like a sledgehammer.

Baekhyun was at his side in seconds, eyes wide with alarm. “What happened?”

“They got to her,” Chanyeol snarled through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with a deadly calm. “Poisoned her. The water.”

Baekhyun’s expression darkened, and without another word, he pulled out his phone, barking orders to the rest of Chanyeol’s men.

Chanyeol cradled N/a closer to his chest, his voice low and deadly as he whispered in her ear, “I won’t let them hurt you. I’ll take care of this.”

But inside, he was terrified. He had promised to protect her, and now she was slipping through his fingers.

Chanyeol carried N/a through the dimly lit corridors of the opera house, his heart hammering in his chest. The coldness in his veins was quickly replaced by pure, unrelenting fury. How could they have gotten this close? How had they dared to poison her, the one person he had sworn to protect? His grip tightened on her fragile form as he rushed to one of his secure locations hidden in the opera house, a room only his closest men knew about. He carefully laid her down on the plush couch, his hands trembling ever so slightly.

“Baekhyun, watch her,” Chanyeol growled, standing up and glaring at his right-hand man. His voice was ice-cold, laced with barely contained rage. “Don’t let her out of your sight. I’m going after the bastard who did this.”

Baekhyun nodded, his face grim. “Be careful, Yeol.”

But there was no reasoning with Chanyeol in that moment. His mind was clouded with one thought: vengeance. He stormed out, his long strides filled with lethal intent, barely aware of his own men trying to give him updates on the situation. His eyes darkened as he made his way back to the place where he knew the poisoning had taken place. The one responsible wouldn’t live to see another day.

Chanyeol’s fury, however, was his downfall. In his blind anger, he missed the careful trap that had been laid for him. His enemies had been waiting for this moment, knowing that attacking N/a would send him spiraling out of control. They needed to strike at the heart of the man who had become untouchable in every other way.

He found the man responsible, one of his lower-level dealers, cowering in a back alley near the opera. Chanyeol wasted no time. With a snarl, he grabbed the man by the throat and slammed him against the brick wall.

“How dare you touch her?” Chanyeol’s voice was a deadly whisper, his grip tightening. The man gasped for air, his eyes wide with terror, but he wasn’t the only one afraid. Chanyeol’s fury burned so hot that he could barely think straight. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he was no longer the cold, calculated dealer, he was a man who had just lost the one good thing in his world.

He was distracted. Too distracted.

A sharp pain hit him from behind, a blow to the back of his head. His vision went black for a moment, his body staggering. As he fought to regain his senses, he realized with horror what had happened.

Chanyeol’s vision swam as he fought to stay upright, but the blow had thrown him off balance. He gritted his teeth, shaking his head to clear the fog. As he turned, ready to tear his attacker apart, he caught sight of several figures retreating into the shadows. His heart sank, a cold realization seeping into his bones.

They had distracted him. They had used his rage, his blind anger, against him.

And then it hit him ,N/a.

He sprinted back toward the secure room where he had left her, panic creeping up his spine. How could he have left her alone, even with Baekhyun guarding her? He pushed through the narrow hallways of the opera house, his chest tightening with every step. The moment he reached the door, a gut-wrenching silence greeted him.

The room was empty.

Baekhyun lay unconscious on the floor, blood seeping from a wound at the side of his head. Chanyeol’s heart dropped as his eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of her. But there was nothing, no trace of N/a, no sign of a struggle. She was gone. They had taken her.

Chanyeol’s breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as reality set in. His hands balled into fists, and fury tore through him once again, but this time, it was laced with terror. They had her. The one person who wasn’t supposed to be part of this world, the one person he had sworn to protect with his life, she was in their hands now, and he had no idea where they had taken her.

“Baekhyun!” Chanyeol growled as he knelt down beside his friend, shaking him awake. “Where is she?”

Baekhyun groaned, blinking against the pain. “I—I don’t know… They hit me from behind. I tried to stop them, but…”

Chanyeol didn’t wait for him to finish. He grabbed his phone, calling Sehun and barking out orders, demanding that every resource they had be used to track her down. There was no way he would let them get away with this. They had no idea the kind of wrath they had just unleashed.

Meanwhile, N/a stirred. Her body felt heavy, like lead, and her mind was foggy, a blurry haze of confusion. She tried to focus, to remember where she was, but everything was jumbled. Her last clear memory was of Chanyeol, holding her in his arms after the performance. But now… now everything felt wrong.

She blinked, her vision slowly clearing. She was in a dimly lit room, not the opera house, not anywhere she recognized. Panic shot through her veins as she tried to move, but her body felt sluggish, uncooperative. The effects of the drug still lingered, clouding her thoughts.

Through the blur, she saw a figure in the room with her. Relief washed over her for a split second, Chanyeol? She tried to call out his name, but her voice was weak, barely a whisper.

The figure moved closer, and as her vision cleared further, her heart stopped. It wasn’t Chanyeol.

It was a man she had never seen before. His eyes were cold, calculating, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched her struggle to sit up. Her breath caught in her throat, terror gripping her tightly.

“Well, well… Looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally waking up,” the man sneered, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “You gave us quite the chase.”

N/a’s heart pounded in her chest. She tried to move again, but her limbs were too weak. “Who… who are you?” she managed to choke out, her voice shaking.

The man tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re in our care now, darling. You see, you’re very valuable. To Chanyeol, at least.”

Her blood ran cold at the mention of his name. Chanyeol. Where was he? Did he know she was gone? Would he come for her?

The man seemed to read her mind, chuckling darkly. “Oh, don’t worry. He’ll come. He always does. But we’ll be ready for him.”

Chanyeol, back at the opera house, was spiraling. He paced back and forth, his fists clenching and unclenching, his eyes filled with a lethal rage. His phone rang, and it was Sehun.

“We found them,” Sehun’s voice was sharp, precise. “They’ve got her in one of the warehouses near the docks. They’re expecting you.”

“Good,” Chanyeol growled. “I’m on my way.”

As he raced toward the location, all his previous calculation and control had been replaced by something more primal. This wasn’t just business. This was personal. They had taken N/a, the one person who had become his anchor in a world full of chaos, and now he was ready to burn everything to the ground to get her back.

N/a struggled to stay calm, but her fear was growing by the second. She had no idea what these people wanted from her, or what they planned to do with her. Her thoughts kept going back to Chanyeol, was he okay? Was he hurt? And more than that… would he come for her?

As the minutes dragged on, the effects of the drug began to wear off more fully. She could move a little better now, her mind clearing enough to realize the true danger she was in. But before she could formulate any kind of plan, the door to the room creaked open.

And in walked another man. His presence was commanding, more dangerous than the first. He looked at her with a predatory grin.

“Looks like Chanyeol’s little ballerina is awake,” he said, his voice low and threatening. He stalked toward her slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the moment. “You have no idea how much fun we’re going to have with you.”

N/a’s heart raced, her fear rising as the man loomed over her. But just as he reached for her, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hall outside.

Chanyeol had arrived.

And he was bringing hell with him.

N/a’s heart pounded in her chest as the man with the predatory grin loomed over her, his knife gleaming in the dim light of the room. He leaned closer, his cold breath brushing her skin as he taunted her.

“You’re just a pawn in all this, you know,” he whispered, his voice sending chills down her spine. “But Chanyeol cares about you. And that makes you valuable to us.”

The blade danced across her exposed skin, not deep enough to be fatal but enough to send sharp stings of pain through her body. She clenched her teeth, determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break, even as her body trembled under the assault. Her white costume, once a symbol of her hard-earned success, was now stained with her own blood.

The men surrounding her sneered, threatening to do more damage if she didn’t tell them everything they wanted to know about Chanyeol’s operations, his weak points, his allies. But she knew nothing about his world, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to. She couldn’t tell them what they wanted, and with every refusal, they carved another shallow cut into her flesh, each one a warning.

“We won’t kill you,” the leader hissed. “But we’ll hurt you just enough so that when Chanyeol comes, he’ll see what we’ve done to you. And trust me, he’ll regret ever crossing us.”

Chanyeol was a man possessed. Fury was the only thing guiding him now as he geared up for the rescue. The moment Sehun had confirmed the location, there was no hesitation. His entire arsenal was at his disposal, guns, knives, whatever it would take to get N/a back. This wasn’t a business deal. This was war.

As he and his men approached the warehouse, his mind was a blur of rage and guilt. He should’ve never let her get involved in his world. But now she was, and he would do whatever it took to bring her back!

The moment he entered the warehouse, he moved like a shadow, silent and lethal. His gun was out, and every man who crossed his path was shot without hesitation. The first guard barely had time to register Chanyeol’s presence before a bullet tore through his chest. More followed, but Chanyeol was a force of nature. There was no room for mercy, not tonight. The thought of N/a, bleeding, hurt, terrified, fueled his every movement.

Baekhyun and Sehun had his back, covering him as more enemies poured into the warehouse, but Chanyeol barely registered them. His focus was solely on her. He tore through the building with brutal efficiency, leaving a trail of blood and bodies in his wake.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he kicked open a door and froze.

There she was.

His heart shattered at the sight before him. N/a was slumped against a chair, her once-beautiful white costume now soaked in blood. Shallow cuts covered her arms, her legs, her face, everywhere. Her skin was pale, her lips trembling, but her eyes flickered up to meet his. Despite the pain, there was something fierce in her gaze, something that told him she hadn’t given up.

Chanyeol’s chest constricted, tears pricking his eyes. He had seen a lot of horror in his life, but this? This was the first time he felt powerless. His anger roared inside him, but there was no time for fury now. He had to get her out.

“N/a,” he breathed, rushing to her side. He wrapped her trembling body in his arms, holding her as tightly as he could without hurting her more. “I’m so sorry. I’m here now. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I swear.”

N/a’s head rested against his chest, her voice weak but steady. “As long as you’re with me… I’m okay.” But even as she spoke, Chanyeol could feel her weakening in his arms. She was losing too much blood.

“Stay with me,” Chanyeol whispered, his voice cracking. “Stay with me, please.”

Just then, the door behind them burst open. More enemies flooded into the room, but Baekhyun and Sehun were ready. Gunfire erupted around them, but all Chanyeol could think about was getting N/a to safety. He cradled her in his arms, lifting her gently, and made a run for the exit.

“We need to get her to a hospital,” Sehun shouted, firing another shot at their attackers.

Chanyeol nodded, his mind racing. He carried her through the chaos, his heart pounding louder with every second. Her breaths were shallow, her body limp against his. He couldn’t lose her. Not like this.

Outside, his car was already waiting. He laid her in the back seat, her pale skin and the blood staining the white costume tearing at his soul. Baekhyun jumped into the driver’s seat, speeding through the streets as Chanyeol held her tightly in the back, trying to keep pressure on her wounds.

“N/a, stay with me,” Chanyeol whispered, tears slipping down his face as he stroked her hair. “Don’t leave me. I can’t lose you.”

Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, a faint smile touching her lips. “You won’t. I’m… I’m stronger than I look.”

But the blood kept coming, and soon enough, her eyes drifted shut again. Chanyeol’s heart raced in panic, his hands stained with her blood as they pressed against her side. He couldn’t stop the tears now. She was the only good thing in his life, and he would destroy anyone who had done this to her.

At the hospital, they rushed her into surgery immediately. Chanyeol paced the waiting room, his fists clenching and unclenching, his mind racing with the fury and fear of losing her. Sehun and Baekhyun stood nearby, watching him carefully, knowing that any wrong move could send him spiraling again.

Hours felt like days as he waited. Every minute that passed without news tore at his already frayed nerves. He had been through battles, wars in the shadows, but this was different. This was N/a, his N/a. And for the first time in his life, he was powerless to help her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor came out, her face serious but calm.

“She’s stable,” the doctor said, her voice soft. “It was close, but she’s going to be okay. She’ll need time to recover, but she’ll pull through.”

Chanyeol collapsed into a chair, relief flooding through him so intensely that he could hardly breathe. Tears spilled down his face as he finally let himself feel the full weight of what had happened.

He had almost lost her. And he knew, from that moment on, he would do whatever it took to make sure that never happened again.

The sterile smell of the hospital filled Chanyeol’s senses as he stood in the doorway of the dimly lit room. His heart ached at the sight before him, N/a, lying in the bed, her body covered in bandages, her once-vibrant skin now pale and bruised. The soft beep of the machines monitoring her heartbeat was the only sound that filled the room, a reminder that she was still here, still alive.

But barely.

His breath caught in his throat as he stepped closer, each step feeling heavier than the last. She looked so fragile, so unlike the determined, strong girl he had come to know. Her white ballet costume, once elegant and pristine, had been replaced by the stark white of the hospital gown, her body swathed in dressings and gauze.

Chanyeol stood by her bedside, staring down at her, his large hands trembling as he reached for hers. Her fingers felt cold, too cold. His mind swirled with guilt and anger, he had failed her. The one person who brought light into his dark world, the one person who never should have been touched by the violence and bloodshed of his life, had nearly been taken from him.

Tears burned at the back of his eyes as he lowered himself into the chair beside her bed, gently taking her hand in his. He squeezed it softly, his thumb brushing over her skin, careful not to hurt her. His head dropped, and the tears that he had been holding back for so long finally broke free, streaming down his face silently as he stared at their intertwined hands.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, N/a.”

His chest tightened as he fought back a sob. He had never felt this weak, this lost. He was Chanyeol, the ruthless king of his world, feared and respected by everyone who knew him. But here, in this hospital room, he felt small, helpless.

“I promised to protect you,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “And I couldn’t. I failed.”

His tears dripped onto the bed, mixing with the bloodstains that hadn’t yet been washed away. He clenched his jaw, the image of her blood-soaked costume burned into his memory. He wanted to destroy everyone who had done this, who had dared to hurt her, but right now, all he could do was sit here, holding her hand, begging for forgiveness.

“I never should have let you get involved in my world,” he continued, his voice cracking. “You deserve so much better than this, so much better than me.”

He looked up at her face, her peaceful expression, and his heart shattered all over again. Even in her fragile state, she was beautiful, too beautiful, too pure for the life he had dragged her into. And yet, she had stayed with him, even when she had every reason to run.

The thought of losing her had torn him apart. But now, as he sat there, holding her hand, the weight of his emotions crashed over him, leaving him breathless.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I love you more than anything, N/a.”

The words came out unbidden, raw and unfiltered. He hadn’t planned to say them, hadn’t even admitted them to himself until this moment, but now that they were out, there was no taking them back. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to her hand, tears streaming down his face as he finally allowed himself to break.

“I love you,” he repeated, his voice hoarse. “And I’m going to protect you, no matter what it takes. I’ll keep you safe, I swear. You’re the only good thing in my life, and I can’t lose you. I won’t.”

His hands tightened around hers, his heart pounding in his chest. She didn’t stir, still lost in the haze of her injuries and the medication keeping her unconscious, but that didn’t matter. He would say it again when she woke up, a thousand times if he had to. He would tell her every day, every moment, just how much she meant to him.

For the first time in his life, Chanyeol allowed himself to be vulnerable. The walls he had built around himself for so long crumbled, leaving him bare. All the cold, calculated decisions, the violence, the ruthlessness, it all felt insignificant now. All that mattered was her.

He stayed by her side for hours, his hand never leaving hers, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept. The tears had long since dried, but his heart still ached, his love for her overwhelming him in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

As the night stretched on, he whispered promises to her, words he had never spoken to anyone.

“I’ll be better for you,” he murmured, his voice soft. “I’ll make sure you never have to go through this again.”

Outside the window, the first rays of dawn began to break through the darkness, casting a soft glow over the room. Chanyeol sat back in the chair, his eyes never leaving her face, silently vowing that he would never let anyone hurt her again.

As dawn crept into the room, casting a pale light over the hospital bed, Chanyeol’s grip on N/a’s hand tightened. He had barely moved from her side all night, his eyes fixed on her face, praying for her to wake up. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that reassured him she was still there, still fighting. His world, cold and ruthless for so long, suddenly felt vulnerable.

A soft groan escaped N/a’s lips, and Chanyeol’s heart leapt. She was stirring, her eyelids fluttering as she slowly came back to consciousness. His pulse quickened, a mix of relief and anxiety rushing through him. He watched as her eyes blinked open, dazed and heavy with the weight of the drugs still in her system. Her gaze moved sluggishly across the room until it finally found him.

“Chanyeol…?” Her voice was weak, barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to make his heart swell with emotion.

He leaned in closer, his hand still holding hers gently, as if afraid she might slip away if he held her too tightly.

“I’m here,” he said softly, his voice low but thick with emotion. “I’m right here.”

N/a’s brows furrowed as she tried to recall the events that led her here, but the effort made her head ache. She glanced down at her body, noticing the bandages, and her eyes widened in fear.

“What… what happened?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Chanyeol’s jaw clenched, the memory of what she had gone through making his blood boil. But he forced himself to stay calm, not wanting to overwhelm her. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his touch featherlight.

“You were hurt,” he said, his voice soft but tinged with an edge of anger. “They took you, tried to hurt you to get to me. But you’re safe now. I got you out.”

Her eyes searched his, still clouded with confusion, but she could see the guilt and the torment etched into his features. She wanted to say something, to tell him she was okay, but her body felt heavy, and the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she gave him a small nod, her hand instinctively tightening around his.

“I’m sorry…” he breathed, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m so sorry, N/a. This never should have happened to you.”

N/a’s heart clenched at the sight of him, the powerful, untouchable Chanyeol, now sitting by her bedside, broken. She had never seen him like this, vulnerable, emotional. She squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him, even though she was still in pain herself.

“Chanyeol,” she whispered, “I’m okay.”

But her words did little to soothe the storm raging inside him. He had seen the blood, the bruises, the cuts, evidence of what they had done to her. Every mark on her body was a reminder of his failure to protect her. He couldn’t shake the image of her lying there in the warehouse, her white costume stained red with blood.

His throat tightened, and without thinking, he pressed her hand to his lips, closing his eyes as he let out a shaky breath. “You don’t deserve any of this,” he muttered against her skin. “You deserve so much better.”

N/a’s heart swelled with emotion as she watched him, realizing just how deeply he cared for her. It wasn’t just guilt, it was love. She could see it in the way he looked at her, the way he was holding her as if he couldn’t bear to let go. The realization made her chest tighten with a mix of emotions, but before she could say anything, exhaustion overtook her again, and she drifted back into sleep.

Chanyeol stayed there for hours, watching her as she slept, occasionally running his thumb over her knuckles, his mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. He had made a vow to himself, to her, that he would protect her, no matter what. And he intended to keep that promise. But now, more than ever, he realized that his world was too dangerous for someone like her.

And yet, the thought of losing her, of letting her go, was unbearable.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he reluctantly pulled it out, seeing a message from Baekhyun.

Baekhyun: “We’ve taken care of the guys who were after her. Sehun and I made sure none of them will bother you again.”

Chanyeol exhaled, relieved but still on edge. He couldn’t take any more chances. He needed to find a way to keep N/a safe, no matter what it took. And even if that meant tearing apart the world he had built around him, he would do it. For her.

As the night wore on and the first rays of morning sunlight began to filter through the blinds, Chanyeol leaned back in the chair, his eyes never leaving N/a’s peaceful face.

“I love you,” he whispered again, the words feeling both like a confession and a vow. “I’ll never let anything happen to you again.”

For the first time in his life, Chanyeol wasn’t thinking about deals, power, or his empire. All he could think about was her, and how he would do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant walking away from everything he had ever known.

Part1 , Part2 , Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7.

#chanyeol #chanyeol fanfic #exo #exo baekhyun #exo cbx #exo chanyeol #exo k #exo scenarios #exo sehun #kpop #pcy #park chanyeol #loey #exo x reader #mafia au

2 notes · View notes