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[meandmymoisl]

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Run, Rabbit

Yan! Sosuke Aizen x Fem! Shinigami! Reader

***DDDNE - This is an 18+ fic, if you are not 18 years or older please go tf away thanks***

Warnings: Primal play(I think?), hunter/prey dynamics, noncon, mindbreak(?), dubcon, yandere Aizen, penetrative sex (p in v), edging, slight overstimulation, pussy slapping, choking, breathplay, manipulative Aizen (duh this bitch was always a manipulative bastard), a bit of thigh fucking, fingering, creampie. (I hope that's everthing o.O)

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: Ohhhkayy so this just popped into my head. I don't know where this even came from but holy shit. If ya'll don't pay attention to these warnings imma come slap you in the face istg this ain't no fluff piece.

Enjoy?

This was your chance. Maybe your only chance. The door to the cell you were meant to call a room was left cracked, the fraccion that was assigned to check on you hadn’t quite closed the door shut tight enough, and the latch didn’t quite click into place. Which meant you could open it from the inside. Which meant this may be your one and only opportunity to escape Las Noches and get far from Aizen’s reach. It really didn’t matter that you could die out there to a hollow, anything was better than being trapped here at Aizen’s mercy, his plaything while his plans had a lull and he was biding his time. Your body shakes, heart pounding in your chest at the thrill of it all, the thought of getting away. 

He brought you here when he’d defected, stolen you away from the Gotei 13. You were supposed to be in the squad 5 barracks, defending the Seireitei and the world of the living with the rest of your squad members and the other squads. Hell, you didn’t even know Aizen all that well, hadn’t spoken to him directly ever. What made him take you, you have no idea. But you’re here, and now is your chance to leave.

You try your best to keep your footsteps silent, creeping up to the door, slowly tugging it open. Your hand actually begins to tremble when it actually gives way, the light from the hallway pouring in through the widening gap. You’re so close…but you can’t get complacent. You still need to escape the palace. Peering out into the hallway skyrockets your blood pressure, but when there’s nobody around and no sounds coming from further down the hall, you slip right out and shut the door closed behind you, making sure it’s actually latched. Hopefully that would keep any suspicion away for a while, and you take careful consideration in hiding your spiritual pressure as best you can. Making your way through the palace is a long and confusing task, all of the hallways are identical and there’s no markings of any kind. All you have to go on is direction, but as long as the windows along the hall remain facing the moon, you should be able to get out one way or another.

Most of it is empty, which feels odd, but you push it to the back of your mind and thank whatever god was watching out for you. It’s when you find your way to a bridge that you feel anxious. If anyone were to spot you, this is where it would be. The bridge is out in the open air, the railings impossible to hide behind, and unless an observer was directly beneath you you’d have nowhere to hide. There’s no use trying to find another way, but a flash step could get you across unseen. It’s not like you can go back after coming this far. The one good thing is that it would seem this bridge goes all the way across to the outer wall, which means if you needed to, you could just blast your way through with a kido spell and flash step away into the endless desert. With a long, heavy, deep breath you steady your nerves and flash step across the bridge. There’s nobody that you can see, but that’s good. It takes about five seconds to get all the way across, even with a flash step, but you make it to the building on the other side.

The building seems small, a single staircase in the back leading down into what seems like an endless darkness. Your salvation. You’re so close to being out, but you need to hurry, you have no idea when someone might notice your absence, so with no further hesitation you sprint down into the darkness. The hallways here are different, less like the stark white monochrome of the palace, more like carved tunnels. The only other difference is that there are no windows here. This is where you’d get lost, and die, but you were ready for that part. You use the heavy spiritual pressure of all the espada that are still in the main building of Las Noches to keep you oriented. How you’d managed to escape without a single arrancar noticing, you have no idea, they were all still in the building just not where you were. Hopefully that meant they were in a meeting of some kind. 

Regardless, you keep moving. You aren’t expecting to get out, but when you make it outside you think you could collapse from the sheer elation. You’re out. But now all that’s left is to get to the Menos Forest. It’s better to hide out there. You run out into the desert, searching for a crack in the earth. It isn’t hard to find one, and you dive into the darkness below. You’re shaking, the joy of escaping finally getting to you. You almost laugh as you leap through the trees, freedom making you feel light. 

“You’re a little slower than you used to be.” You freeze on a branch, heart stopping in your chest, a deep fear settling in the pit of your stomach. No. No it can’t be him. Frantically, you spin, searching for the source of that damned voice. The voice of your nightmares. Nothing. Emptiness. You can’t even feel any spiritual pressure. Were you just hearing things? No, you need to run, you need to run now. You take off into a flash step, diving further down so you’re nearing the forest floor. The darkness would help conceal your position. You’re panting and sweating and your body hurts, not having run like this in a very long time, being cooped up in that cell. But you need to escape, no matter what.

“Keep running, little rabbit.” Shit. You glance over your shoulder, just in time to see a flash of white. No, he can’t be here. A branch snaps off to your left, it spooks you enough to have you veer off to the right and avoid the area. Another branch snaps behind you, and another on your right. A chill crawls up your spine when that evil, dark chuckle rings through the forest. 

“Hop along, while you still can.” He’s taunting you. You gasp as the branch you step on breaks under your foot, plummeting you to the forest floor. Barely, you manage to tuck and roll and land on your feet, but your momentum is shot. 

“Aw, poor rabbit. You’re done running already?” You snap your head around behind you, seeing a flash of white fabric vanish behind a tree. Immediately you take off in the opposite direction. You’re not giving up yet, if you can lose him in the brush you have a chance.

“There you go, run some more.” You catch more glimpses of white on your right, and turn on a dime. Again to your left, and again directly in front of you, and you turn tail only to see another right where you’d just come from. You stop completely, panting hard as your lungs burn. That pit of dread has settled deep in your soul, and it’s taken you far too long to realize he’s been hunting you. Like a wolf herding its prey.

“Already done running?” You whip around to see where he is, only to come up empty. You spin around what feels like a hundred times, listening to his evil laugh as it echoes through the trees. Your hands are shaking, your heart slamming against your ribcage, tears beginning to form in your eyes as your chest heaves. This can’t be happening. You were supposed to be free of him. Suddenly, in a split second, he’s in front of you, both wrists gathered in one of his enormous hands.

“What a pretty little rabbit. Too bad you couldn’t run any further, I was having fun chasing you down.” That dread has spread to your entire body, your hope dashed. You were supposed to be far away by now. You were going to escape him. The realization that you were never going to make it hits you like a zanpakuto through the heart, making you lax in his hold as you drop to your knees in front of him. The despair, the sadness, the fear. It all makes your body collapse. He follows you to the floor, crouching down and cupping your chin in his free hand, leaning in close and pressing a kiss to your lips that you don’t return. The gesture is too sweet, too gentle, for a cruel man like him. He licks his lips, tasting the salt from your tears.

“Look at you, so submissive and pliant. So unlike your usual self. Have I finally broken you?” Your vision is unfocused, all the fight having fled your body, your head spinning uncontrollably. Part of you prayed you were dead, part of you hoped this was a nightmare. Aizen’s voice slices through your consciousness.

“Look at me, rabbit.” You don’t know how you do it, but you do look right at him. Those dark eyes pierce through your soul, his eerie smirk making you tremble.

“Very good. This was fun, but it’s time for you to come home now.” You can’t find the energy to do anything but nod, acceptance consuming you. There’s no escape, not from him, not here. You’ll never get away. Your surroundings blur as Aizen picks you up and flash steps to Las Noches, a flash step so fast it only takes a few seconds to get all the way back to the palace. But you aren’t in your room anymore, no you’re in his. He lays you down on the plush bed, more than large enough to fit four of him, and his hands begin to tug at your clothing, but he pauses. He’s waiting for it, for the fight that usually comes. For the clawing and kicking and cursing. When all you do is turn your head away and tremble he reaches up and wraps a hand around your neck. The squeeze is what makes your eyes pop open, frantically looking up at his face, a small panic flooding your mind. He’s never done this before, was he going to kill you?

“I want you to look at me. I want to watch as you come undone, all because of me.” Tears form once again, falling silently down your cheeks. No, this was much worse than death.

“You look so pretty when you cry for me. Cry some more.” The hand on your throat squeezes again, your hands clawing at his as you gasp for air. You squirm beneath him, legs kicking weakly as he resumes his quest to undress you with one hand. Your clothing is torn off of you, your heaving chest exposed as he kneads one breast in his hand, your nipple pinched roughly between two fingers. You do exactly what he wants, tears streaming down your cheeks and neck while he gropes you. You hate the way your body reacts, a nasty heat pooling between your legs as your vision begins to blur. You’re granted relief then, his hand releasing your airway and you greedily gulp in much needed air. 

“Good girl. So good for me, aren’t you?” His hands make themselves busy with the rest of your tattered clothing, whatever was left shredded and tossed aside and he lets his eyes drag over your naked body. It’s the first time he’s been able to really look at you like this, any time before was spent holding you down to keep you from fighting him. You just can’t find the will anymore. One hand reaches down between your thighs and the sheer embarrassment makes you clamp them shut, but it’s no use, his other hand comes to pry your legs open and he kneels between them to keep it that way, exposing you completely. He hums, dragging a finger through the wetness already leaking from your pussy.

“Your body always knew to be ready for me, it just took a little push for your mind to catch up.” Two of his fingers are plunged into you, your back arching at the immediate curl and pump of the digits. Loud squelches ring in the room, the embarrassing sounds only seem to make that heat in your stomach grow. He doesn’t waste any time, letting a third finger slip inside you and using his thumb to rub circles into your already swollen clit. You shut your eyes and cover your face, you don’t want to see the satisfaction on his face when you cum all over his fingers. Your legs shake at your slowly approaching orgasm, toes curling and legs clamping down around Aizen’s hips. You’re so close, and you hate how badly the knot in your belly wants to snap, just a little more…

You whimper when he stops moving completely, ripping his hand away from your sloppy pussy. He’s stolen your orgasm from you, your legs still trembling and his clean hand grabs your throat again.

“I said I wanted you to look at me.” When he releases you he retreats fully, stripping down to nothing. His cock is hard between his legs, long and thick and you can already feel the soreness begin to settle in. He slots his hips between your legs again, resting that thick cock right against your clit.

“Now, let’s try this again, shall we?” You don’t bother trying to answer, he’s going to do whatever he wants regardless. You’re proven right when he drags that dick of his over your wet folds, using it to stimulate your clit. It’s not enough to build your orgasm, and you’re thankful for it at least, until he grabs your legs and puts both over one shoulder, clamping your thighs shut around his length. His hips slap into the backs of your thighs, the head of his cock catching on your clit and suddenly you’re jolting with every thrust, the pressure making you leak even more onto the bed sheets. He’s left your cunt completely empty, just the stimulation on your clit making that knot tighten once again. But you won’t give him the satisfaction, even if you won’t fight him. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to stave off your orgasm, focusing on anything to get your mind off of it. But when he slips his dick inside you and slams his hips into you, your vision goes white behind your eyelids and all you can think about is the fullness you feel. His fingers dance on your clit again, and you’re just about to fall over that edge when he pulls out completely and leaves your clit throbbing. You actually cry out this time, desperation seeping into you. You hate it.

He only chuckles down at you, pushing into your sloppy cunt once again setting a slow, deep pace. Every time he seats himself fully inside you, your eyes roll back into your skull at the pleasure. You sob when he folds your legs toward your chest, letting his weight power each thrust, hitting that little spongy spot with unmatched precision. It’s too much, the pleasure building too quickly. You need to cum, or you’ll lose your mind you’re sure. You focus all your attention on Aizen, his face concentrated but still relaxed, his smirk replaced with his lips parted ever so slightly, heavy breaths escaping as his brows pinch just the tiniest bit, The strands over his face have dampened ever so slightly, sweat beading on his forehead. In your lust filled daze, you dare to think he looks handsome like this. His eyes pierce yours, his pace picking up, filling the room with the sound of wet skin against skin. You’re at the edge again, the muscles in your legs trembling under his fingers and your own hands claw into the bed. You don’t dare look away, if this gives you the release you need you’ll stare at him as long as he wants. Almost there, you’re so close and your eyes are still locked on his.

He pulls out completely, and you cry out at the frustration. You did what he wanted! You were looking right at him.

“No, no don’t do this please I need it.” His hand is at your throat in an instant, squeezing down around it to cut off your airflow again. You’re shaking, both hands gripping his wrist in a poor attempt to get him off. 

“I like it when you beg, pretty rabbit.” In one fluid motion his cock is deep inside you, his other arm wrapped around your legs thrown over one shoulder and he leans over you, folding you almost completely in half as he grinds his dick into your poor pussy. He thrusts into you hard and fast, and it’s all you can do to weakly cry out beneath the pressure of his hand as your vision blanks and you cum on his cock, your walls clamping down around him and your entire body trembling with the euphoria. Your eyes roll back in your head as he allows you to breathe again, your orgasm drawn out while he pounds into you with his full weight, stilling once he’s satisfied and unloading deep in your cunt. Chest heaving, body shaking, you’re exhausted. You can’t register what he’s saying to you until he grabs your face in one hand and squeezes hard enough to make you wince.

“Focus, there you go. Now what do you say when someone gives you something you want?” In your scattered brain, you can’t come up with the answer, so he decides he needs to motivate you. He pulls out of you and you hiss from the sensitivity, but that doesn’t compare to the sting you feel when he spreads your legs and lays a hard smack on your pussy. It makes you jump and yelp, trying to squirm away but his grip on your thigh is iron clad.

“Try again, pretty thing.” You still can’t think, every thought is tangled like a loose ball of yarn. Another slap makes your body jolt, and he twirls a finger over your clit slowly.

“You’re supposed to say ‘thank you’.” Shakily, you nod.

“Thank you, Lord Aizen.” His head tilts to the side, and he lands a harder slap on your poor, abused pussy, catching your clit this time and making you cry out, and he resumes his slow pace on the little bundle of nerves.

“And what are you thanking me for?” You’re trembling, your voice unsteady.

“Th-thank you for letting me cum, Lord Aizen.” His pace on your clit picks up, and you can’t stop yourself from cumming again, tears streaming down your face as your back arches painfully off the bed. He doesn’t let up until you’re squirming away from his fingers, lightly tapping on your clit to make you jump. You know what he wants, whispering the words between heavy breaths.

“Thank you…thank you Lord Aizen…for making me cum.” His laugh is mean and dark, and he moves so he’s beside you on the bed, lying on his side and propping himself up on one arm. He kisses you, deep and slow, and you let your jaw drop and his tongue invades your mouth. His free hand grips your throat again, no pressure, just the threat of it lying there. It’s dominating. You can’t find it in your muddled mind to care. When he’s done claiming you, he leans away and your unfocused eyes can just barely register his expectant gaze.

“Thank you for making me feel good.” You whisper, body still trembling.

“You’re mine.” He waits a beat, gently tightens his grip on your throat and releases.

“I’m yours.” You breathe, your eyes only focused on him. All on him. You belong to him. He smirks, satisfied, and he tugs your body so you’re laying on top of him, head tucked into his neck and breathing in his scent. There was a part of you that protested, but you can’t hear it anymore.

[pupkashi]

satoru will always make sure your lips are well kissed

a/n: hi friends ! i hope you all still remember me o.o ,, please enjoy this small fluffy piece as i ease back into the groove of things, let me know what you all think !! I’ve missed you all so much <3

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satoru will always give you kisses, it was almost an obligation he felt to pepper your face over with kisses.

he’s waking up in the morning, still half asleep and dazed but he’s pressing his soft lips over your face, waking you up with the feathery sign of affection.

“g’morning angel boy” you whisper, smiling as he finally lands on your lips, pressing two quick pecks before smiling and whispering back, “good morning sweets.”

satoru’s hair is always a mess in the morning, and your fingers gravitate to smooth down the strands of hair sticking up. “you gonna be late again?” you ask, watching as his smile turns to a pout, blue eyes staring at the clock with disdain.

“don’t you want your lover to stay in bed with you five more minutes?” he whines, you smile at him.

“well yes,” you agree, “but I’m sure the kids want their teacher there so they don’t die on the field” you tease, pushing his bangs up and kissing his forehead.

“just say you hate me,” satoru sighs dramatically, laughing when you smack his arm as he gets up.

“i hate you so much pretty boy,” you smile, giggling when rolls his eyes at you, walking into the restroom to start his day. you follow him in, washing your face and brushing your teeth before sitting back in the bed.

minutes later he’s emerging out, slipping into his uniform and saying goodbye to you.

“I’ll see you later, right?” he asks, blindfold hanging loosely around his neck as you toy with it, pulling him down and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll see you later toru” you grin, satoru smiles widely, pressing kisses all over your face before reaching your lips, two soft pecks before standing upright.

“I love you!” he calls out from the front door, a smile on his face when he hears you call out an ‘i love you too!’ closing the door and heading to Jujutsu tech.

when you arrive for lunchtime satoru perks up at the sound of you voice, immediately telling the kids it was time for lunch and leaving them in the field.

“y/n!” he calls out, a wide smile on his face as you wrap your arms around him. he wastes no time in picking you up in a hug and twirling you around, setting you gently down before kissing your cheeks and finally your lips, twice.

“missed me already?” you tease, satoru can’t help but giggle.

“as if you weren’t yearning for lunchtime to come sooner?” he retorts quickly, laughing when you roll your eyes at him.

“i made you guys some lunch in case you wanted some!” you call out to megumi, yuji and nobara, the three of them smiling and thanking you.

by the time satoru comes home most days he’s beyond exhausted, it’s almost 10 o’clock but all he wants to do is curl up next to you and sleep.

“hi toru!” you smile from the couch, watching as your lover throws his uniform off his body, left only in a white t shirt and his boxers as he curls up to your side, messy white hair tickling your neck.

“long day?” you ask, he nods silently. you let him lay there for thirty minutes, finishing off the episode you were watching before sauntering into the restroom, knowing he would follow.

“you’re just gonna leave your exhausted, love sick boyfriend to die in the couch?” he frowns, turning the corner and watching as you turn the hot water on.

“no i was going to come back and get you to shower” you state, grabbing his wrist and tugging him into the bathroom gently, “stinky.” satoru can’t help but smile as you scrunch your nose.

he undresses and gets in the shower, sighing in relief when the hot water hits his skin. you bring in a clean towel and set it on the towel rack, “you can use my body wash if you want,” watching as he stands up straighter, eyes brighter as he cheers.

he’s in bed with you twenty minutes later, snowy hair still damp as he play with it. satoru’s halfway asleep as you two talk, a soft snore coming from his lips as you continue talking.

you try your best to not wake him as you turn the lamp off on the nightstand, snuggling up to your lover and whispering a ‘goodnight’ before closing your eyes.

“goodnight kisses,” satoru mumbles, lazily pressing kisses over your face, lips landing on your twice.

“how come you always kiss my lips twice?” you whisper, even after dating for two years you’d never asked.

“one kiss isn’t enough,” he replies softly, “plus if i only gave you one kiss i wouldn’t get an extra couple seconds with you.”

your face burns as his sleepy eyes flutter open, smiling as he places two more kisses onto your lips, “goodnight sweetheart,” his voice is raspy as he softly lulls back to sleep, this time with his head burning in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your body wash and his laundry detergent.

“goodnight angel boy,” you smile, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

satoru would always kiss your lips twice.

on groggy or rushed mornings, exhausted or late nights, before or after dinner, sitting on the couch, getting in or out of the car, he would never miss an opportunity, he would never give up those couple seconds loving you for anything else in the world.

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

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THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Zayne x MC / First-Person POV

Written for my dearest @ticklygiggles! I really wished to write something smutty and spicy but Zayne is too powerful, I couldn't! o.o Still I hope you will enjoy this fluffy drabble ^^

Summary: Part two of Zayne's exclusive tutorial, with some ticklish and escalations!

The billiard hall is tucked away in a corner on the club's second floor. It's still as secret and empty as when we came here. I am glad it is.

Once again, I'm using Zayne as my cue rest, and I smile as he looks back at me defiantly.

"Well? I'm afraid we don't have all night." Zayne sounds playful and impatient. For the past hour he has been teaching me how to play pool, in the most inappropriate, flirtatious way possible. To make me perform better, he even suggested a prize for the winner of the next round. And that prize motivated me to give everything I had, and actually won.

"Winner gets to do whatever they want with the other, was it?" Zayne repeats the prize as he lays before me, resting against the pool table.

I nod and poke him with my cue, right between his ribs. I notice the way he twitches.

"That's right, Dr. Zayne. You look like you don't mind it too much. Did you let me win on purpose, perhaps?" I ask, and I poke him again. He jumps at the touch and grabs the cue.

"No. I am just a good teacher," he argues. "So, what are you going to do to me?"

I grin. "I might kiss you." Now it's my turn to tease him.

I place the cue next to him and lean in. He closes his eyes, and our lips briefly touch. I can feel him move closer to me. The light touch of our lips must be unsatisfying to him, and I would have given him more. Really. But right now I have something else on my mind.

"A-ah!"

The sound Zayne makes the moment I slide my hands down and wiggle my fingers against his sides... that is what I am looking for.

"What was that?" I ask triumphantly.

"That tickles," Zayne answers. He's so honest. He either still doesn't notice I'm doing it on purpose, or he doesn't mind. I nod slowly and repeat the touch, digging my fingers slightly into his sides.

"Don't. Whahat are you doing?" Zayne asks, and I can hear he is holding back his giggles. I smirk playfully and start poking him.

"I am taking my prize, Dr. Zayne."

"Ahaha-n-no. P-prize? That's - !" Zayne sounds so giggly and breathless. He squirms and wriggles under my touch, but I press him firmly against the pool table and continue the playful tickle attack.

"Such a nice prize. It's rare to hear you laugh like this," I say teasingly.

"Dohohon't! Not there," Zayne yelps and he reaches for my hand. I am quick to avoid getting caught and scribble my fingers up and down his sides and ribs. Zayne reacts with a firm movement, his hips bucking and a loud giggle escaping his lips.

"S-someone will h-he-hear!" he manages to say through his giggles.

"Then make sure they don't," I reply. I can feel his entire body tense up when my fingers scribble closer to his underarms.

He shakes his head and holds his breath. "I think that's enough," he says with a nervous smile. It's the sweetest expression I have ever seen on his face, and I can't help but want to tease him more.

"Enough? Already? Are you really denying me my prize? After I won against my own teacher?"

My fingers dig under his arms and I feel him jolt with so much force I need to hold him tightly so I am not suddenly thrown off.

"Wahahait, not the-ere ahaha!" Zayne's laughter increases and he squirms from side to side. Balls are rolling because of his movements, and I giggle along with him.

"I am almost done," I reassure him, but not without digging my fingers repeatedly into his armpits, tickling him until he is nearly cackling.

"Ahahalright alrihihight!"

I act as if I don't hear him and continue. "What did you just say?"

"Plehehease enough! Ahahah!"

I rest my head against his shaking chest and continue tickling him.

"I don't think I can hear you," I sing, still wiggling my fingers under his arms.

By the time I stop tickling him, we are holding each other in the most comforting embrace.

When I pull back, Zayne has the sweetest look on his face as he stares at me.

"Would you like to play again?" he asks. This man really likes to tug on my heartstrings.

"You bet. If I win again, will you let me tickle you more?"

He sighs. "That depends."

And whatever that means, the two of us continue playing, teasing, and flirting, and it's honestly one of my favorite nights ever...

[kentocee]

So Anxious • Gojo x Fem!reader • (18+)

CW: smut( sexting, nudes, dirty talk, masturbation, gojo being unnecessarily horny for reader, impatient!gojo), slight humor bc gojo is VERY unserious 😭

Cee’s Note: I heard this song on tik tok and it instantly reminded me of Gojo (don’t ask) but I hope y’all enjoy

Song inspo: So anxious by Genuwine

[Minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead]

Satoru: Babe

Y/N: Yes?

Satoru: come thru ;)

**Delivered**

It was embarrassing the amount of times Gojo checked his messages to see if you responded to him.

Granted it only was a couple minutes but with his growing erection tightening his pants, his patience was running thin.

He knew you were at work but he was hoping you would be out already to help him with his little…problem.

Suddenly he noticed his phone lit up due to a notification and he nearly dropped his phone, fumbling to unlock it.

***

Y/N: im at work but I should be there in 30

Satoru: seconds? :D

Y/N: …

Y/N: minutes -.-

Satoru: :(

Satoru: :((

Satoru: thats too looooong :(((

Y/N: BYE! Ur so dramatic lmaoo

Y/N: ill be there before u kno it

Y/N: and then im all yours tonight ;)

Satoru: but I have a bit of a problem…

***

The tightness was becoming unbearable to the point where his print was visibly showing through his sweatpants. Suddenly it was as if a lightbulb appeared above his head.

***

Satoru: *image attachment*

Satoru: u see my dilemma

Y/N: OH

Y/N: O.O

Y/N: that’s a BIG problem alright

Y/N: it might be too much for me to handle

***

You were such a tease. Acting all innocent as if Gojo hasn’t had you folded like a pretzel on many occasions. But this was usually how it started. You feigned innocence and next thing you know Gojo would end up sending detailed messages on how exactly he planned to fuck you later on.

He knew this all too well, yet here he was falling for it yet again. Usually he was the one doing the teasing but the times when he was needy you were quick to seize the opportunity.

***

Satoru: my baby can handle it ;)

Y/N: and what if it doesn’t fit

Satoru: oh imma make it fit

Satoru: and u gonna take it like a good girl

Satoru: u gonna be a good girl for me?

Y/N: yes baby only for u ;)

***

“Sh-shit” Gojo groaned through gritted teeth, palming himself under his sweatpants.

The thought of him stretching your tight pussy to fit his size made his dick twitch subconsciously. He can just imagine the way your mouth would hang open and eyes widen as he bottoms out inside you. He can just imagine all the whines and moans through your pretty lips you make on his dick.

***

Y/N: how u want me to take it?

Satoru: want ur arms and legs around me

Satoru: want u so close to me

Satoru: wanna see ur pretty face wen I fuck u

Y/N: mmm can’t wait ;)

Satoru: i cant either

Satoru: need u so bad rn baby

Satoru: need to feel u

Satoru: need to hear your pretty moans in my ear

**Delivered**

All this dirty talk was just making him hornier by the second and he didn’t think he could wait much longer.

After a couple minutes, Gojo was once again checking his phone, anxiously waiting for your response. The longer he waited for your responses the more anxious he was getting.

After five minutes and no response, he knew you were still teasing him. Got him riled up and left him high and dry.

Oh how cruel.

His eyes wandered to the time almost as if it would go faster the longer he gazed at it.

“Fuck it”

Gojo slipped down his sweatpants and briefs, his cock springing out, bobbing slightly.

He closed his eyes and imagined his fist was your wet pussy. He started stroking himself at a desperate pace, trying to release what he’s been holding for what felt like hours.

The sounds of his low moans and wet sounds filled the air as he continued to chase his pleasure.

Just when he could feel himself reaching close, he heard a door opening from outside his room.

“Babe! I’m home”

Oh shit.

Gojo practically fell out his bed trying to pull his underwear and sweatpants back on.

When he finally made it out his room, he found you by the front door hanging your coat up and taking your shoes off.

“There you are! I told you I’d be home before y- TORU!”

Gojo had scooped you up and brought you over his shoulder, having your ass next to his head as your body dangled behind him.

Gojo brought his hand up and smacked your ass, “That’s for leaving me hanging earlier”

“I dunno what you mean”

He couldn’t see it but he knew you were smirking behind him. Oh you were gonna be in for it.

With that, Gojo ran to his bedroom with you over his shoulder. He was bout to make his imagination a reality.

[torihakaraublog]

Mammon Birthday 2024

My MC dotes on Mammon, but is not romantically interested in him so of course they had to make him feel special on his birthday!

Very much enjoyed Mammon's birthday event he's genuinely a fun guy to hang out with. With a lot of the previous character birthday events you have to plan out the day, but Mammon has made his own plans for his birthday that he hopes you are free to join him on (which you are).

The activity is a treasure hunt in the Uncharted Woods. No misfortune befalls you on the adventure for once and thanks to Mammon's cute habit of mumbling about things while he looks them up you and Lucifer get him a pair of shoes to fit the occasion - ones that lead you to fortune!

There is a peaceful run in with a chest mimic - I LOVE that mimics are canon in OM! - there was one in a Bel event a few months ago as well tho that one was not as friendly. It's on my bucket list now to make a mimic OM! oc xD

The mimic is also celebrating a family members birthday (a sibling in ill health) and Mammon has no regrets giving up the expensive Blood-Red Diamond. The unexpecting exchange item (a gold feather?) from the mimic turns out to be worth more O.o

Liked that the 'party options' were private drink or go to club. Got very different vibes, which is good. Went to club cause didn't want to give him too many ideas, but he still got a few kiss kiss from me for being a good boy :3

Obey Me! NB "Dark Eternal Bliss" Pop Quiz

Ahhh really enjoyed this event! It wasn't too complicated but had some interesting lore elements to it. Also everyone's festival outfits looked really good. They were reminiscent of their traditional festival outfits.

The overall plot was basically: stuck in a dimension between the demon world and human world. We are tasked with holding a marriage festival to an emperor - marriage candidate is marked on back of hand. We are able to get the emperor to release us + the other souls trapped there through discussion.

There was a lot of sweet solo moments with the brothers (including proposals of sorts). Not as many with the other characters. Sometimes you had to pick between two characters - how dare they make me pick between Satan and Beel at one point!

Some of my fave things I ended up doing:

Floor cleaning with Levi (making a date for later) :3

Making plans with Satan, Beel, and Lucifer

Talking with the sad Matrimonial Black Flowers

Stargazing with Satan

Going on a walk with Lucifer

Pretending to be married to Bel to mess with the brothers haha

Getting a care package from Thirteen TwT

Lucifer saying he would always search for us no matter what world we were in.

Haunted trail hand holding with Levi

Another part I really liked was Luke, Beel, and Solomon collecting the festival food. Instead of it being the typical 'you two get out of the kitchen' moment Luke insisted they stayed for the other talents they had; Solomon's text reading and Beel's physical strength.

Through the whole event Asmo, Barbatos, and Solomon were being epic kings. When I suggested Barb being the bride and Asmo being like "that would scare them away" made me laugh (Barb kinda seemed into the idea lol). And then Barbatos and Solomon agreeing that they would want to approve who marries us first but would probably also not approve anyone lol

Didn't manage to get any completed cards this event, but with any luck I'll eventually pull the new brother appreciation card (rip the 80 pulls I've done already).

Might also try to do an art piece for this event so I'll post it down below if I do :3

Edit: Okay I drew something xD Do you like stars?

Beel + Brooke and Satan + Brooke

[theintrovertbean]

Remember when I posted this? This is what I meant when I said I was writing something about high heels.

Summary: Nadia has beautiful legs and y/n wholeheartedly agrees.

This isn't smut, but there's some naughtiness implied. So, just to be safe, minors DNI.

Linguistics classes are boring, so I spend them writing about Nadia instead 🤗 That's just what I do, write adult content when I should be paying attention to my seminars. I will keep doing it.

I wrote like half of this at uni instead of listening to whatever the fuck that class was, and my friend sitting next to me was like o.o when they looked at my phone. But the bitch is back (no, not really, I'm just blessing you with a crumb of content before I retreat to my hiding again.) Anyway, I thought I'd give myself a break and write for the sake of writing about something that doesn't give me anxiety, and what's better than Nadia's legs to ease my stress? Damn, that rhymes. Don't mind my little vent, idk why I'm even writing this but it's almost 3 am and I no longer care.

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it. Have a good one, simps!

Heeled Seduction (Nadia x Reader)

She's a strong, smart woman. She can take care of herself and she doesn't need help. But when I watch her undress and then put on her extravagant gown for the upcoming event, I can't help but notice her high heels waiting for her to put them on. I remind myself that no, she does not need help with something so trivial, but the more I entertain the thought, the more tempting it becomes.

She sits down on a plush chair and pushes a stray piece of hair behind her ear. My heart melts at the sight of her, but if I want to do this, then this is my chance.

"Nadia," I call out her name. It comes naturally to me at this point as she's had me cry out her name in pleasure countless times.

She looks at me with curiosity in her intense gaze. "Yes, love?"

I don't answer. I simply walk toward her and then lower myself onto one knee in front of her. My Countess raises an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling up into one of those cheeky smiles that I love so much. She watches me with interest, awaiting my next move.

I gently lift her foot and guide it into the shoe, my fingers brushing against her delicate skin and I can feel her shiver beneath my touch. Having such an effect on the embodiment of perfection, on a goddess like her, fills me with pride.

"Oh my," She begins with a smile. "How attentive of you, my darling. Allow me to assist you."

Then she grabs a fistful of her dress, slowly, teasingly lifting it higher to give me better access. She reveals her strong thigh, only to my eyes, and I have to gulp. Inch by inch, she tortures me with her beauty. I'm quite certain she knows that she doesn't have to lift it so high. My sweet, loving Nadia—always teasing me at every chance she gets.

Encouraged by her seduction, I put my hand on her other leg, fingers caressing and massaging her strong calf gently. "Have I ever told you," I lean forward, pressing a kiss onto her skin right under her knee. "how beautiful your legs are?"

"Hm, I don't think you have," My Countess answers, the tone of her voice warm and low and the smile on her face playful but loving. "Why don't you elaborate?"

"Well, your skin is so soft here," I say and lift her leg, putting it over my shoulder. "I love how it feels against my mouth. So delicate and smooth." When I brush my lips against her thigh and my breath caresses her, I can see her clutching the armrest just a little tighter. "But your legs are also very strong." I rest my hand on the side of her thigh, drawing circles into it with my thumb. "Perfect for..." I drag my lips across her skin, going higher and higher until I can feel the heat radiating from her core. "Smothering."

My love chuckles and I look up to see her cheeks colored with a blush. "Aah, yes, they'd look so beautiful around your head."

"They certainly would," I smirk against her inner thigh and I'm certain she wants nothing more than for me to continue. "But!" I exclaim and put her leg down, shifting my body away from hers. "We have a party to attend. The rest can wait."

I swear I can hear her mutter a small damn you, y/n under her breath while I quickly put on her other high heel. When I finish, I immediately feel her fingers grasping my chin, guiding me to look up at her. "When it is done, I hope you intend to use that teasing, wicked mouth of yours for something more pleasurable," She whispers to me, and I can already feel my cheeks burning under her gaze. Here, at the feet of my mistress, my countess, my love, I feel a sense of belonging.

"If that's what milady wishes."

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Twisted Wonderland Monster!AU Shenanigans: Diving Head First (into silliness)

So once again during lunch I am reminded of something and now must share this imagery with you all.

Now, according to my monster!AU species list, Kalim is a fennec fox einfield (winged fox) while Epel is half faun and half einfield. Like most foxes, they can be very noisy and get spazzy/energetic at times.

Although in Epel's case, he likely would get rowdy and wanna wrestle 😂

You may be asking: where are you going with this? We all know these two are cute! How could they be cuter than this? Well my friends, I'm here to show you that it is possible to be cuter and sillier than before! Let's see how, shall we?

During Winter:

Ace: "Jeez, it's cold out here! Look at all this snow--it's practically at Deuce's knees already!"

Deuce: "The snow's pretty deep..."

Grim: *-muffled somewhere in the snow-* "Halp!"

Yuu: "Grim? Grim! Where are you--oop!" *-falls into the deep snow-*

Jack: "Careful, Yuu." *-plucks them up out of the snow and sets them on Deuce's back-* "Are you okay?"

Yuu: "I'm okay, but we need to find Grim before he freezes!"

Sebek: "The snow is covering every inch of the ground. How do you propose we even find him in this slush?"

Epel: "Don't worry, I can find him!"

Ace: "How are you going to do that? We don't even know where he is!"

Epel: "Jack, give me a boost on your shoulders." *-perches on Jack's shoulders, large ears twisting this way and that before jumping-*

SHOOF!!

Epel: *-wiggles backwards out of snow and hauls Grim up by the scruff-* "Got'im!"

First Years: O.O!!!

----

And that was the day that the first years found out that einfield used this to hunt for rodents and pests under dirt and snow and--as they also learned--in sand when they asked Kalim and Jamil. It was no surprise to the latter given that a good chunk of time Kalim is playing in the sand, Jamil will often find him looking like this:

And there's another random lunch thought. Hope yall enjoyed~! >v<

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

~ Blossom of Affection | JJK

Pairing: CEO!husband!Jungkook x writer!fem!wife!Reader

Warnings: this is mostly fluff guys, a sprinkle of angst if you squint, idiots in love, more progress!, food ingestion. (let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: We take another glimpse into yours and Jungkook's marriage and how things seem to be improving between you both. It all was perfect, it all was meant to last forever. That is his intention: to keep you by his side as Jungkook realised a truth his heart had known for quite sometime now. Affection bloomed in the desolated desert of the arrangement, now you both have to keep it and treasure that affection that morphed into something else without neither of you knowing about it.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N Hi guys! Welcome to the third chapter of "Sweet Marriage: A Handsome Husband Series" I hope you are as excited as I am for this part. I struggled a bit to write it as- well it's really fluffy and has the good stuff in it but I personally find it easier to write angst O.o

ALSO, thank you guys so much for 100 followers! You all make me so happy and I am over the moon there are people out there who enjoy my writing. I just finished writing this that I couldn't resist to publish it while also gifting you something for all the support I've received since I started this blog. Thank you so much, sweet ones! 💜💜💜

~ Let me know your thoughts in the comments please!

Drabbles are open for this series! 💜

Time seemed to fly when you were with Jungkook. It flew out of your hands, leaving you with sweet memories of shy smiles and delicate touches here and there.

Neither of you had brought the conversation with his parents at the restaurant. So it seemed that subject was clear, it would be explored in the future by the two of you. No-one else.

You were currently in the kitchen of the large apartment you shared with your handsome husband, you were looking down a list of ingredients and instructions as you were determined to cook Jungkook a nice meal for when he'd come home after work.

You wanted to surprise him, to thank him for all the soft attention he has had with you since the beginning of your married life alongside him. It was the least you could do and you sincerely hoped he'd like your little surprise and maybe allow you to do more things for him.

It was something you wanted, something your heart needed you to do. A soft smile was plastered on your face as you took out a knife from the drawer and prepared yourself to cut the vegetables.

The idea of making him something to eat came to you in the form of a YouTube video after having searched for tips for wives. And after reading the comments, you wanted to make something for Jungkook too. Hoping that he'd like what you'd cook for him.

"I already sent the report to Hoseok, he also confirmed the deal with Mr. Cha was closed. We expect the shipment to arrive on the 15th."

Jimin said, finishing his report to Jungkook. It was a normal day at the corporation, slightly busier than other days but nothing out of the ordinary.

"Thanks, Jimin-ah. If that was all, you may go."

The younger man began typing an email on his laptop for Mr. Cha thanking him for the deal they were able to pull together. Jungkook's eyes snapped forward, seeing as Jimin was still standing in front of his desk.

"Do you have anything else to tell me?"

The shorter man gave him a teasing smile that made Jungkook roll his eyes in an almost playful way as he shut down his laptop and paid his friend and colleague all his attention.

"Go on, spit it out."

Jimin was quick to take a seat in one of the two chairs in front of him. The eagerness radiated from his body like the heat from the sun.

"How are things going on? Between you and (y/n)?"

Jungkook sighed, his eyes locking momentarily on his silver wedding band around his finger.

"Fine, I guess."

Jimin clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Things cannot be just fine, Kook. In married life, things are either bad or good. Fine is practically a synonym for bad in this field, aish you still have a lot to learn."

The younger one frowned at his friend. He better have Mrs. Baek’s signature on the property contract instead of gossiping with him about his married life.

"Well, things are fine, Jimin. They are not perfect but they are not bad either. It is a slow progression."

"You wish for things to change yet you are scared of moving too fast, isn't it? I've met some couples in your same situation, Kookie, trust me it will get better."

Jungkook stared at his friend, there was a gleam in Jimin's eyes, his voice sounded more cheerful than usual.

"How do you know so much about married life when you are the most single person on Earth?"

Jimin laughed, throwing his head back as the sound resonated across the walls of the office.

"Coaches don't play, though I must admit I have played the game of love from time to time."

Jungkook's eyes widened. Rarely had his shorter friend spoken about his love life.

"But that is not the subject at hand, Kook. We are talking about your marriage, your love life."

The doe-eyed man let out a deep sigh, his mind raising with thoughts of you, memories he cherished deeply.

"Tell me, what is it about her that has you so enamoured?"

Jungkook thought for a moment, all those times he had felt his heart pound in his chest, when butterflies had fluttered in his stomach, when all his mind could think of was you and you alone.

"Everything about her, Jimin, is simply... mesmerising. I love her voice, her personality, that gleam in her eyes, the way she chews her bottom lip when she's writing, how she welcomes me home every day and waits for me no matter the time. Her mere existence is enough to make me happy. It's just... her."

Jimin smiled knowingly. Even when he could be seen as a flirt and sometimes a tease, he knew more about life than people often gave him credit for.

"You love her, don't you?"

The blond haired man said, almost as if stating it. He had once guessed the crush his friend had on his own wife; it wasn't difficult for him to tell when Jungkook, one of his most expressive friends, was in love.

The latter took a second to think about the statement. Only a second. He didn't need any longer as he nodded.

"I do. I think I have for a while, I just didn't want to... I don't know, accept it then tell her and for her to not accept my feelings."

Jungkook was aware of the name his heart screamed. It was now pointless to deny it any longer as he had voiced his feelings out loud. He was in love. He loved you. Something as normal as love in a married man was as foreign as water on Mars for him.

Sometimes Jungkook wished his marriage hadn't been arranged. He, more times than often thought about different ways he could have met you, made you fall in love with him and then marry you. But his parents had complicated everything, he had started that cycle from the back and now it was tough to approach step two: make you love him.

But maybe, if his parents hadn't married him off, perhaps he'd have never met you. You both would have existed like parallel lines, living the same timeline but never meant to meet.

Jungkook's wish was for you to love him. He thought he had to make you fall in love with him without knowing that in your heart, his name was engraved in the golden letters of forever.

You had just finished cooking some Japchae for when your husband came home. You were really proud of the final result and now you only had to wait for Jungkook to come back.

Giving that he had been leaving the company earlier than before, you didn't doubt that he'd be home by dinner time. Now you just had to wait a bit, killing some time while giving your novel a final read.

The clock ticked by slowly, as if your life was in slow motion. But then you heard it, the electronic lock unlocked with its usual noise, the door opened and in came Jungkook. You smiled, a motion that you couldn't stop. As involuntary as the beating of your heart. As inevitable as the rising of the sun every morning and the moon rising at night.

It just happened. Existed in and on itself. Like your love for your husband that was kept in unsaid words and longing gazes.

"You're back early."

Was what you said as you stood up from the couch and walked towards the main entrance. He smiled at you. In a soft way. Delicate. Like a rose petal.

Jungkook didn't know what to say, he was so happy with seeing you that all the words he had previously rehearsed in his mind were erased. As if white paint had fallen over a canvas. Hiding every trace of his thoughts. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, a gleam in his eyes found your own (e/c) pools.

He didn't say anything. No words would have been enough to express what he was feeling. There was no way to describe such emotions. Jungkook extended his arm towards you and you gasped as you saw what he held in his left hand, the silver wedding band in his finger stole your attention for a moment before your focus was on the bouquet of sunflowers he presented to you.

"Kook."

That nickname again. It escaped your lips without you noticing it. Not that he minded, a soft blush dusted his cheeks and butterflies swarmed in his stomach when your fingers grazed his own as you took the bouquet from his hold.

"I was on my way home when I saw the flowers and thought of you."

You smiled, trying to hide the gesture behind the beautiful yellow flowers. Butterflies flew in your stomach at his words. The look in his doe-eyes made you flustered.

"I really like them, thank you."

Jungkook looked down as a smile grew on his face as well. The moment itself was perfect, innocent in its own way. Romantic in the name of love. Pure.

"I... I also have something for you."

You said before biting your lower lip. You felt a sudden nervousness creep up your spine at the thought of presenting your dinner to your husband whom you married as a stranger yet now owned your mind and heart like he couldn't imagine.

"You do?"

He asked, impressed. Lifting an eyebrow in curiosity, he gazed into your eyes with sincerity and happiness. A concept that made you nod, not being able to word out your raging thoughts.

Your hand took a hold of his own. You burned at his touch and your heart sped up, you walked toward the dining room taking Jungkook with you. He couldn't help the eagerness that cursed through his body. A smile on his lips as he followed you across the apartment.

"I made you some dinner. I hope you will like it."

He smiled. How could he not? He looked down at you and if you had looked at him that exact moment you'd have seen the absolute adoration his heart held for you. The woman who was able to call herself his wife.

"Why don't you put your flowers in a vase and join me for dinner?"

You nodded, suddenly remembering that your hand was still holding his. You retrieved it from his hold and walked back to the kitchen, trying to hide your very obvious blush over your cheeks.

Jungkook chuckled to himself at your reaction while his heart swelled with love at the surprise you had for him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't wished for this precise moment to happen as he had often heard some of his colleagues and employees - married men at that- comment about their respective wives' cooking.

Leaving the misogyny aside, he loved the thought. A soft act of service. A gentle reminder of love, an existing pattern of compromise.

You returned to the dining room carrying a heavy looking vase where the sunflowers rested. You put it on the centre of the table and turned to look at your husband, a nervous smile on your face, one that he'd describe as cute, was painted over your lips.

"I hope you are in the mood for some japchae."

Jungkook sat in front of you on the dining table. There was a plate with japchae in front of him as well as a bowl of white rice and a bottle of soju to enjoy. It was silent between you both, the only thing that could be heard in the grand space was the sound of cutlery hitting the plates, of soju being poured and some sighs at the delicious taste of the food.

"You... This is so good, (y/n)."

Exclaimed your husband, you chuckled at his reaction as you watched him enjoy the prepared glass noodles with a frown of pleasure between his brows. A gesture you couldn’t help but find cute. 

"I'm glad you liked it. You can thank @tradiKfood on YouTube for the recipe."

He snorted, cheeks puffy with food and you laughed at his reaction. Jungkook noticed how much he liked that sound. Your laughter. It was sweet and breathy; refreshing like an autumn breeze on the beach during the early hours of the day. It sounded so carefree and safe. Genuine.

If you had been able to read his mind you'd have noticed how he vowed to himself to always make sure to hear that laughter. So joyous. So you.

"By the way, I have an appointment with my editor tomorrow."

He raised an eyebrow at you, swallowing his mouthful of food before saying, placing his chopsticks next to his bowl of rice.

"Really? Did you already finish your next book?"

You nodded in happiness and Jungkook couldn't feel more proud of you. He had read your first novel before you became his wife and he thought it was written so beautifully. The plot was amazing and the characterization was made with expertise. That was what he had thought. And that idea was still settled in his mind up until today.

You were a talented writer and he was sure you were going to get far with your amazing stories but he knew he'd be damned if he didn't offer you every kind of support at his reach to make your dreams come true.

"I did. I actually like how it ended, you know? I hope Mrs. Ming will share that thought with me."

He offered you a soft smile. And you took a second to marvel at how handsome your husband truly was. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in only his white shirt with the first buttons open as well as rolled sleeves that revealed his inked art on his right arm. His dark hair was a bit dishevelled as he had run his hands over it once or twice since he arrived home.

His back faced the large windows that gave away the mesmerising view of the city lights, the moon was high on the night sky and the stars were in his big eyes.

"I wish I could read it."

You looked down at your unfinished bowl of rice as you tried to suppress a smile, a gesture that eventually marked your beautiful features.

"You can, once it's out."

You looked up at the sound of him clicking his tongue only to laugh at his expression, brows furrowed and lips pouting. He looked cute. And that was saying something given how hot and handsome he looked at that moment.

"I know it will be amazing."

His words warmed your heart. The love for your work had come to you in many ways but to hear such praise from your husband who you were madly in love with meant the entire world to you. Maybe even more.

"Thanks, Kook."

He smiled. Absolutely loving how that nickname sounded on your lips. He wanted to hear it every day, every morning when he woke up and every night when he came back from work. It meant something because it was you who were saying it. You made it special, like a magic charm only you had over his life.

Enchanting his days, bewitching his soul, transfiguring his life as the owner of his heart.

The night was still young. You were curled over the couch, eyes trained on the large TV hanging from the wall as you watched a movie. But this time it was different all because of a certain someone sitting next to you. And that someone was Jungkook.

He had also changed into more comfortable clothes, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt on. You wore your soft and comfortable nightgown in a light shade of blue.

The two of you decided to watch a movie before going to sleep. He suggested it, you accepted. With the one and only purpose to be close to him for a bit longer, even if you two weren't talking, if you weren't directly seeing him, the quality time still counted and fuelled your heart.

Jungkook felt how his heart sped up when you sat next to him on the couch, your eyes were trained on the large screen but he was going to enjoy this time with you. This indirect coexistence. It was natural on its own, lovely so as to describe it somehow.

You tucked your knees up to your chest, completely invested in the plot of the movie unaware of the soft and longing gazes your husband sent your way from now and then.

Is this how it feels?

Jungkook asked himself as his dark eyes rested on your side profile, the movie plot could be damned as he had the most beautiful woman on earth sitting right next to him.

Is this how it is to fall in love?

You smiled at the screen, laughing softly at one of the dialogues he didn't hear. You turned to look at him, a smile on your face and he felt how his world stopped turning. It was magical. Like a spell you casted over him. Like a sweet candy after taking a sour medicine.

You bit your lip and directed your gaze back to the TV but your focus was on your husband. He occupied your mind, owned your thoughts, claimed your soul without knowing. Your heart soared at the fact of having him so close.

So close yet so far. There were so many things you wanted to say, so many things you needed him to know, things you wished to speak about. But he was unreachable in that level of intimacy. Something you wish to break and you thought that the crystal wall that existed between you both was already cracking. Cracking with the dagger of love. Of the blossom of affection that began to grow in between the marriage.

"Love is not something to be ashamed of, you should tell her."

Said one of the characters in the movie. That single sentence of dialogue felt like a punch to reality for Jungkook. Should he really tell you?

"But what if she doesn't love me back? I prefer to love her in silence, in silence there is no refusal on her part."

This movie was getting too personal for Jungkook. Those thoughts had also swarmed in his head for so long. Days in which his mind was plagued with the image of you, when your voice spoke his thoughts and your presence invaded his heart.

He looked at you softly, watching how you relaxed on the couch and covered your mouth with the back of your hand as you yawned.

"It's late, (y/n). Do you want to go to bed?"

But you shook your head, a sleepy expression on your face as you looked at your husband, loving the caring tone in his voice.

"No, I wanna see when he confesses."

He chuckled, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"You can always watch it later, it's on Netflix for a reason."

You shook your head again, a cute pout over your lips.

"But I want to watch it with you."

That left him speechless. His mind was blank, an empty canvas with no words for him to express freely. You did that to him, that and other many things he had only experimented with you by his side.

Jungkook lifted his arm and rested it on the back of the couch before his hand took a hold of your shoulder as he pushed you towards him. It was a bold move. You gasped. Thankful that the flat was swimming in darkness so that your husband couldn't see your pretty obvious blush painting your cheeks.

A second passed in silence, then another and another. Maybe a minute or it could have been an hour in which the both of you stayed there, too stunned to speak, too afraid to break the moment.

"Just relax, if you fall asleep you could fall off the couch and hurt yourself."

Lame, he thought to himself. Jungkook mentally slapped himself at the weak excuse he said, he thought it was stupid. His brain malfunctioned when you were this close yet it also pressured him to say something so as to break any crumbs of awkwardness between you both.

"Thanks."

You replied, feeling your skin burning where he touched you, tingles travelled up your spine and along your body. It was magical. Perfect. As if he had planned it all completely when it had only been a spur of the moment.

After some time leaning against Jungkook, you relaxed completely so as to rest your head on his shoulder. The motion made his breath hitch in his throat. He was the most fortunate man in that moment, in that fragment of time for he was able to hold you and keep you close.

You trusted him, you were safe being near him and that made his heart soar with happiness. The simple fact that you stayed by his side willingly made him feel happiness like never before. Fortunate. Lucky. Chosen.

The one and only man who was destined to love you, he was meant to worship you as his wife, to protect you from the world and to give you all the love he was physically capable of carrying in his heart.

The soft patter of rain against the large windows reached his ears and calmed his soul. It was perfect, that exact moment was absolute and pure perfection. The definition of that word was that moment, with light rain falling over Seoul, a nice movie as background noise with you cuddled by his side in cosy clothes. 

Jungkook felt your body lean further into him as you grew lax in his embrace, the soft sound of your calming breathing made him smile, squeezing your shoulder a bit from where his hand rested against you. He knew you were tired but the mere thought of you wanting to stay a bit longer by his side warmed his heart. 

He looked down at you, eyes trailing over your sleeping figure. He smiled in adoration, in contemplation, in admiration. In love. 

As discreetly as possible he paused the movie and turned the TV off, leaving the apartment in an aerie silence. Only the sound of rain along with this racing heart were heard. His inked hand caressed your cheek in a delicate motion. Almost as if you were a glass doll and he was afraid of breaking you. 

Because you were so precious to him, his perfect gem he ought to keep, love and protect. As a husband, as your lover but most importantly, as your man. For he was already yours even if, in the end, you’d change your mind and left him with his own memories of you. He was yours. In this life and the next one. 

When Jungkook loved, he loved hard. Completely. Wholeheartedly. And now, you were the owner of that love. 

Your skin was soft under his touch, slightly chilly from the coolness of the flat but soft nonetheless. As soft as he had ever touched in his life. Jungkook lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest with precise yet gentle movements as he began walking towards your shared bedroom. 

Passing Bam’s house on the way, he smiled at his already sleeping Dobermann before resuming his destination while carrying you in his arms. If you had been awake at that moment, you’d have heard the loud thumping of his heart beneath his ribcage. It was such a strong motion Jungkook feared for a second his heart was going to leave its confinement.

He laid you down on the bed delicately, making sure you were comfortable enough before he climbed on his side of the bed and dropped the cover over you both, chasing the chill away and enveloping you in a warmth that dropped you further into the land of dreams.

His hand found your own underneath the blankets, long fingers trailed softly over your wedding band. The sign to the world that you belong with Jungkook. A promise of respect and love; of sincerity and happiness. 

“I love you, (y/n).”

Those whispered words were meant for your ears only, but not yet for your mind to comprehend. However, Jungkook couldn’t live another minute on this Earth without him speaking such words of adoration. 

The whisper was so soft that only he could hear it, afraid that if he spoke any louder the perfect moment would shatter like a glass colliding with the merciless reality. He wished to persevere in your affection, a blooming love that grew in between the cracks of a twisted marriage. 

“I love you so much, my (y/n).”

You turned to him in your sleep and had it not been for the darkness of the bedroom, the blush in his cheeks would have been evident as you pressed yourself to his chest, your face nuzzled into him as you sighed in your unconscious state. Almost as if you had heard him declare his love for you, perhaps you had. But he couldn’t know that. 

It was a simple assumption that pierced his thoughts over the blossom of affection between you two. Between husband and wife and the slits of unspoken love in the middle of the relationship. 

Maybe it had been arranged, but that doesn’t mean the feelings were fake. It was a move of fate, a destined meeting. The blooming of care and its transformation to love. It all happened for a reason, and there was nothing Jungkook desired more than for you to stay by his side forever and claim that place next to him; the place of his wife. Loved by her husband in a world of lies and vanities but with affection still able to bloom and grow in the depths of his heart that only screamed your name.

~Masterpost

Sept/17/2023

~ Drabbles are open for this au! My inbox is open, darlings!

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

[hyewka]

rana

rana rana rana

i just read choi yeonjun (and buddy system too but thats for later) and when i tell you i think that fic altered the trajectory of my life, i fucking mean it bc when i tell you i would fuck the shit out of that yeonjun i mean it,, i cant stop thinking abt it actually 😵‍💫 the writing was on point, the descriptives... i think the thing that has always drawn me to your writing is your vocabulary bc every word you use is always the perfect one for that situation holy shit

something abt cocky boys who are so subby actually makes me lose my head a little bit, and the repeated 'this is normal, this is just a one time thing' honestly i think i might need a bit to recuperate. also lets just ignore how the 'condoms in second drawer' made me twitch in a really embarrassing way 🙏 sPlEnDiD

something abt how much you write spit into it also gets me on my knees every time like O.O truly one of the best writers on moablr frfr

and now we have to get into buddy system bc when i tell you sub gyu is my weakness im sure you already know-- himn crying bc he was worried his dick didnt look good had me shaking like idk maybe i like whiny subby boys (or maybe its just txt lol) truly a piece of writing i will die on this hill

i think another part of why your writing is so delicious is you write your dialogue so well!! like ive never thought "oh that was an awkward response" bc it never is like its just so good

also another episode of perv ada printing out rana's fics... while i fuck you straight popped into my head the other night and is def inspo for a scene in my 170 page horny single parent au yeonjun fic (plot twist: its not yeonjun shes fucking) so i printed it and annotated it to find why it was so good, and yet again, it was the dialogue and word use you are just truly on another level <33

hoped you enjoyed my barely coherent review also i think dvp w tyunning could be something to experiment w for kink buffet 😳

When I tell you its been so long since I’ve felt so giddy over an ask, so much so I had to put my phone down and pace around my room for a few seconds because of how excited I got aghh!!!!!! You always deliver with these reviews lol I feel 10x more confident than I usually am about my writing lately—thank you so much, seriously!!! I really liked writing that part in buddy system, crying boys are my weakness and beomgyu’s soooo pretty so it adds to the charm, right?

Im blushing so hard right now i love you❤️ I saw your ask for the event i’m planning for kinktober and I’m definitely going to get on it <3 again you are so kind and thoughtful im beyond grateful and happy over this, genuinely made my day, hell, even month ❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you again, and im happy wifys could help with your vision

[bathsaltsmcgee]

Ok, I need to tell you what happened to me when I was browsing for new fanfictions to read Thursday night. I've been fighting my overturned sleep schedule and loosing. Relenting myself to reading in bed instead of going back to my studio and resume my work. Rest is rest in whatever form I can take, right? I stumble upon this fic of yours. 40 chapters in, in the front page of Kudos. So, I decide to commit. To say I was hooked would be an understatement. Your story DEVOURED my interest and turned it into obsession. I couldn't stop reading. Only stopped for basic needs and unwavering responsibilities. The rest of the time, I devoted to this magnificent story. I didin't sleep, I turned my room into a hovel where I took water in a thermos and some snacks. I did not come out of my room until I caught up. I am not exaggerating when I say I think this is THE. BEST. AU. HH. RADIOBELLE. Fantiction I've ever read. Your world setting, character description, scene work and overall pacing are impeccable. Impeccable. You must be writing this for fun/practice while you're working on other books of your own I assume? If not, you should. It's been a very long time since I've seen someone take existing characters and make them their own without loosing their essence like you've done. You are making magic for me. Soothing, inspiring, wonderful magic that fed my tired artist soul and reinvigorated me to continue my work. It was a really good break. I am eager to continue reading. Excited that I can't tell who's doing what in terms of the mystery and starving for more fluffy scenes filled with tension.

I don't really know what else to say. My words still falter a little, even though I spent about 4 hours after I finished catching up processing the whole story as I finally stood up and took care of my dishes. But I think it's appropriate to say that I love this fic. I love your writing and I am so happy, elated even, that you're updating it still after 4 years. You've got magic in your head. Thanks for giving it words and sharing it.

O.O Wow, what a compliment! Thank you so much! I'm thrilled that you're enjoying my story that much. It's always a true joy for me whenever I hear that people are having themselves such a good time reading what I wrote at 2 am. Feedback, especially like this, is such a great motivational boost for my creativity, and it helps keep my drive to proceed with the story, and all the characters therein, alive and well.

As to whether this story is practice for me when I start writing my own books, you would be most correct in thinking that it is.

My main goal with writing, once I'm through with the fan stories that I've already planned out, is to write my own original book series, that is entirely of my own making, full-time as my main profession, and delving into fan works while I get myself established is a fantastic method of practice for me so I won't get rusty.

I want to make sure that when the time comes to publish my original works, I'll be properly prepared to handle it with enough requisite grace.

Plus, I also get to have a lot of fun with other story's already established characters and experiment on them for science.

It's really fun to pit all the characters against other varying personalities and situations, and see what facets of their own personalities spring forth as a result. :D

So, I'm elated that you've been enjoying BtM so far, thank you for taking the time to read it, and I also hope that the future chapters will entertain you just as much as the already published chapters did, if not more so.

I do hope they will.

Things have only just gotten started, after all.

And I'm barely warmed up.

Happy reading! :)

[mushroomweather]

I’m on a reread of tcf so expect more lists soon. This is mostly for myself but have it anyways. I’m just past chapter 200 on the reread so the attack with the northern alliance is underway.

TCF TL/PR notes that made me lol

29 Cat washing face reference

1. Something like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8J_Bl9f-MTA

50 About Toonka (TL: Yet he got shipwrecked…clearly didn’t survive the sea…(PR: Perservering = Survival)

51 ( It’s a small boat that requires oars but has rooms and windows?! o.O )

57 “That’s enough thanks. If you thank me anymore, it will not feel genuine. Same thing with the apology.”

“Got it. Thank you very much.” ( (PR: You had one job.) )

59 Cale could see the still flawless Violan’s eyes turning chilly. ( :O If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is Beacrox’s mom! )

59 “Yes, daddy.” ( I’m sorry, I just had to. It was the perfect opportunity. )

59 ( … The Henituse family is the Night’s Watch … )

68 Cale knew how Shickler had domesticated the troublemaker Archie. He beat him up. He beat up him so much that the entire ocean seemed to be filled with dust. He really beat him to a pulp while saying that a beating was the best medicine for a troublemaker. ( (PR: I pity Witira and Paseton.) TL: You mean envy. You like the pain as a masochist… )

71 Toonka got up while staggering to the side. At that moment, Cale could hear Raon’s serious voice.

– …Why is he laughing after getting hit? Does he enjoy getting hit? ( Our PR’s masochistic friend. (PR: I’m innocent I swear.) )

74 about Mueller ( (PR: I originally felt pity. Now I am thinking that we can do without one more mage.) )

76 ( (PR: Raon is a yandere…) )

110 Cale looked odd as he suddenly stopped laughing and stoically stood there. A path of silver coins was shining on top of the boiling lava. That silver light meshed well with the red-haired Cale.

“Weak human.”

“What?”

“Let me know if you don’t have enough! I am willing to give you my piggy bank!” ((PR: IT’S ADORABLE.) ) …

The king of rocks, the Giant Cobblestone that is known as the, ‘Super Rock,’ is in the land of boulders. (Really wanted to call it Dwayne Johnson )

112 Cale could see an old Elf with white hair and beard walking toward them. It was the Elf Chief. However, unfortunately, he did not have time to greet her. (I double checked the raw and it does indeed say beard but it is a woman )

114 The group all looked toward Cale at Ron’s question. He had fainted after coughing up blood. They knew that Cale was a good person who really liked to help others, but they also knew that Cale did not enjoy moving around and getting hurt. (Pfft, you’ve all been scammed to believe he’s a good person! (PR: I mean, he COULD have just ignored the Elves’ plight…) )

118 “Just what are you selling to the Whipper Kingdom that Alberu keeps laughing for no reason when he is alone?”

“… His highness keeps laughing when he is alone?” ((PR: Cale broke him.) )

129 Hannah let out a quiet chuckle. Although her poisoned body was still in pain, she was now full of vitality. Cale gently asked Hannah, who seemed to be imagining the opportunity to get her revenge. (Cale just collects people who want revenge. )

135 He could see that Tasha was looking at him with warm eyes and that the black robe was coming toward him. (Author references Mary as black robe frequently because that’s all you can see. (PR: And I hate it.) )

142 “It has been wonderful having Cage-nim here. If it is okay with you, young master-nim, I hope that Miss Cage can stay here longer.” (Went from Cage-nim to Miss Cage in one breath. New ship? Poor Taylor. )

148 ‘It’s not a matter of if I will be fine or not. I don’t think I’ll be able to differentiate. Once I start to see blood, I can’t stop myself from killing anything in front of me.’ ((PR: Hannah was the one who said that a sea of blood would be beautiful. I don’t think her blood addiction is as bad as Redika, but she definitely still has a blood addiction. Why is everyone in this novel a sadist?) )

151 The Count nodded his head multiple time as he answered.

There was a different kind of smile on his face now. Raon, who was watching the father-son duo chat while remaining invisible, started to speak into Cale’s mind.

– Human, the Count is smiling like you do when you are scamming people! It is amazing! It is very similar! ((PR: I wonder what Deruth’s young scamming years were like…) )

158 “Was it you?”

“What are you talking about, your highness?”

Alberu was certain after seeing Cale eating a cookie with an expression that seemed to be saying, ‘I know nothing.’

“It was you.”

“What was?”

“What did you do to the Vatican?”

Crunch.

Cale started to smile as he bit down on the cookie. ((PR: Cale is an innocent lil child.) )

………

‘That knight is originally from the slums.’

‘Apparently, he grew up with poor parents and many siblings, but his good character made him popular with the people in the slums and the general public. They call him a Dragon from the river. (This is an idiom for something rare. You wouldn’t normally find a Dragon coming out of a river. (PR: A-Are dragons common in other places then?) )

Alberu shocked to find out choi han is a sword master ((PR: Oh if only he knew Cale’s party’s full strength…) )

160 Huten and Metelona. ((PR: Their names sound like pokemon.) )

164 Cale ~must~ go home and spend the new year with his family ((TL: such a good boy.))

172 “Just one of the many average people.” ((TL: Just your friendly neighborhood Spider-man.) )

174 Cale quickly understood what Hong was trying to say. ((PR: I can’t even read lips, but young master Silver Light can understand animals!) )

[zhansww]

Rant incoming....

Not gonna name names but there's a certain Asian gay reality tv show that I recently watched and more or less enjoyed. But simultaneously wondered whether it's as fake as any other reality tv show or if it's actually real. Surely, given that it is a gay show and queer people are still having to fight for acceptance in that (and other Asian countries) they would probably not be acting on that show... is what I assumed. There are two guys that became a couple but well, I know for a fact that they are faking it. I still keep seeing updates of them on ig and holy mother of God, those two are really milking this for what it's worth all the while they are literally just acting. Which would be fine if their "work" wasn't pretending to be in a happy, queer relationship. Like, it pisses me off so much. I don't know if they are even queer tbh. But clearly, they don't care about what a huge and also sensitive deal it is for them to be able to be so out and proud and to have the support that they have. Like, this would make me really hopeful for a certain other Asian country (which they even had a f-cking fanmeet in the other day) if it was actually real. But instead, seeing the way they use the support they have to get clout and make money off of their "relationship" is aggravating me so much. You have f-cking real queer couples, having to hide what they have for fear of losing their livelihood and then you have these two. Everytime I see them, it makes my blood boil with the injustice of it all. I remember solo gg or dd fans used to claim (years ago, dunno if they still do that) that ggdd only do what they do for clout. The mere notion of that was insulting to me and to ggdd imo... and yet here we are, with a couple that's doing exactly that. From a different country but still... I can't f-cking believe this, it makes me so f-cking mad o.o

[levi501ackerman]

Steel Heart Chapter 20: Orange

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist

Megan's Note: !!!!!! WARNING: TORTURE !!!!! (it's not too bad I swear. 1 part may make you go like O.O but I swear everything's fine. I think the mutts were worse) I am so excited to release this chapter!!! It is 2:30am in my time zone. Thank you for reading and I really hope you enjoy this chapter! Posted: 9/9/24 Also fun fact 9 is my lucky and fav number.

Word Count: 3.6k

“Princess Y/N . . . ” A deep, pleasant voice said behind you. It didn’t sound like Jean’s and you whipped your head toward the voice. You gasped and a bolt of lightning lit up the man’s face. His tall figure and blonde hair were the first thing you noticed. His sharp blue eyes were focused on you and he didn’t flinch at the booming sound of thunder. Erwin Smith was how Jean described and you eyed his crested sword. His armor looked like how it did the night you saw him in the forest. Blood was on his gorget and it was smearing off in the rain.

“You’re . . .” You lifted a shaking finger toward him. Water droplets were scattered on your hand and you shivered. “ . . . Y-You’re Commander Erwin Smith, r-right?” You weren’t sure if you were stuttering because of the chilly rain or because you were being brave. The blonde knight held his chin high and his eyes half-lidded, peering down on your petite form. Your breath staggered as he eyed you up and down. Your heart pounded and you lowered your shaking hand. “Of . . . of the Royal King’s Guard . . .?” 

Then, like he snapped into consciousness, the blonde knight suddenly knelt and placed a fist over his heart in one motion. It felt easier to breathe seeing the knight kneel for you like all the previous knights had done when they met you. Not because you wanted his respect but because you wanted to know he was an ally.

“My Princess Y/N,” the blonde man lifted his head and revealed a shining, charming smile. His blue eyes were bright and captivating—attractive. He held your gaze with a sparkle in his eye and his symmetrical face was clear of imperfections. “To be in your presence is an unparalleled honor.”

“I . . .” You didn’t know what to say. The cacophony of rain and thunder fogged your brain and the presence of the man who seemed like a threat a few nights ago was being cordial. He reached for your hand and his skin was rough, cold, and bruised. Like a gentleman, he planted a kiss on your damp hand. “Thank you . . . Commander Erwin.”

“It brings me immense pleasure to see you looking healthy.” His voice was smooth, and he spoke like a well-raised, educated child from a noble family. Erwin rose from his kneeling position, and his posture was straight. Then he placed his hand on the side of your cheek. You leaned into the feel of his rough hand and couldn’t look away from his mesmerizing eyes. The rain wiping the bloody gorget of his armor suit clean gave you a sense of clarity. 

“Are you bleeding, sir? Are you hurt?” You gently touched his wrist and brought his hand away from your face. 

“No, your Highness,” you blinked. Did that mean it was someone else’s blood? A spike of adrenaline shot through your body and you parted your lips. The blood melted away, becoming translucent in the rain—the traces of carnage were fleeing and avoiding accountability. 

“H-How did you get covered in blood?” You took a step backward away from him and eyed his armor. Sir Miche Zacharius’ echoing voice invaded your thoughts, almost like a plea. Trust no one. Between Sir Zacharius and the bloodied knight, you chose Sir Zacharius’ side. You took another step back, and your hands were in front of you, ready to defend yourself somehow if needed. “Are you even Erwin Smith?! Who are you?!” You cried. 

The blonde knight dropped to one knee again and saluted you submissively. You flinched at the sudden movement and he bowed his head. He had hair tied at the base of his neck. His blonde hair was longer than a typical man’s fashion. 

“Mutts. Multiple mutts attacked me,” the knight said firmly yet gently. His salute was not one out of respect but imploring comfortability. You furrowed your eyebrows and hesitated—not knowing whether to believe the knight. What was the right choice? To believe or not. With the position you were in, was there a right choice or a safe choice? “Yes, my name is Erwin Smith. I traveled a great distance and have been watching you—protecting you. I dedicated my heart to ensuring you return safely to your parents . . .”

“Uh—” Your voice caught in your throat and a memory flashed in your mind. Sir Zacharius confided in you a phrase that higher-ups used half a decade ago. He said that they were people you could automatically trust. It was limited to knights who were involved with creating the first royal draft of your return to Mitras Castle. Before you were aware of the meaning, Captain Levi said the phrase as a promise to give you antibiotics if you took him to the injured Sir Zacharius. The night you met Sir Miche Zacharius when Shiganshina was being attacked, he escorted you to the outer gate and met with Knight Commander Dot Pyxis. When you met Dot Pyxis, he replied the phrase to Sir Miche Zacharius’ salute. Lastly, Hange, another Commander, said the phrase when they were assured they would protect you. All the knights who have said the phrase had played a crucial part in your survival . . . yet when Erwin said the secure phrase, it was utterly precarious. “I don’t . . . I don’t believe you. Pardon me, but prove it!”

“My Princess—”

“Hange said to have my guard up! And if you were Erwin Smith, you’d understand!” You raised your voice. There was an uncertain gleam in his light eyes and guilt shot through you, then fear crawled all over. Would he retaliate because of your ill manners? Your chest was heaving, and you blinked rapidly, maybe because of the rain landing on your eyelids and lashes or maybe because your vision narrowed. You held your chest, clutching the drenched white fabric, grasping onto something—anything. You swallowed and wheezed, gasping for air or perhaps control. 

“What Hange said was right,” Erwin agreed.

“Give me your sword . . .” You wiped off the slick rain from your face and gritted your teeth. Erwin rose from his salute and stepped toward you. 

“Are you—”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You screamed, putting your hand out in front of you as if it gave you some power—some sort of capability to guard yourself. Knowing full well that between you and him, he would win the fight. “I’m sorry! Please just . . . hand over your sword.”

“What do you plan on doing, my Princess? Hurting me is unwise, but . . .” Erwin grabbed the steel handle of the crested sword and the blade shinged crisply while pulling the weapon from its sheath. Lightning cracked, casting a white glow on Erwin’s armor and his crested sword. “ . . . if my sword puts you at ease, I must oblige.”

His cooperation relaxed the tension in your shoulders. You slicked back the hair stuck to your face and reached for the sword. Then, a thought crossed your mind and you pulled your hand back. 

“Put the sword on the ground and then back away from it!” you ordered. Erwin paused momentarily and followed your order, setting the crested sword in the mud. Then, with a slight tug on his warm lips and his head bowed, he walked backward with his palms up, surrendering. The sloshy mud caused an uneven surface and you felt unbalanced as you walked toward the sword. When you grabbed the crested steel sword with both hands, strength grew in you.

 You thoughtfully praised yourself that your plan worked and you possessed his sword. Then you glanced at Erwin through the rain; his soft face was friendly and vulnerable. You appreciated that Erwin was willing to hand over his weapon and then a pang of embarrassment cratered in your chest. Your demanding behavior was Erwin’s first impression of you. Though he was understanding, you didn’t want the Commander of the Royal King’s Guard to think you were feisty. 

You carefully held the crested sword by the blade in one hand and the handle in the other. Your eyes grew wide. Just like Sir Zacharius, Captain Levi, and Dame Hange’s crested sword, the sword you possessed had an intricate ornate crested design. Tiny jewels were embedded in the handle, identical to the other jewel swords. The tiny jewels were orange. The knight before you was Erwin Smith. 

You choked out the air you had been holding inside, feeling relieved. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath and nearly giggled at yourself at your ridiculousness. A small smile grew on your lips as you shook your head and then rolled your eyes at yourself. 

“My Princess, I understand your need for reassurance,” Erwin’s voice was tender and comforting. 

“I’m . . . sorry, sir,” you turned the blade over, offering the handle to Erwin’s sword with a blush on your cheeks. 

“You are wise for acting cautious—” Something on the sword caught your eye. You furrowed your eyebrows and retracted the sword to you. At the base of the blade were initials just like Sir Zacharius, Captain Levi, and Dame Hange’s jeweled sword. But part of the steel blade was damaged and chipped. The first initial was E and the second was where the blade was chipped and scratched. The scratches covered some of the E, but the initial was still visible. Like an alarm, Jean’s voice rang through your brain. 

Erwin’s sword has blue jewels.

You glanced at Erwin; his thin eyebrows were furrowed, noticing your skepticism. You looked at the sword again and brought the blade closer. Then you wiped the part of the blade with the damp sleeve of Hange’s white cotton shirt. As you focused hard on the base of the jeweled sword, you realized that the tangled scratches were inconsistent and wild. The scratches weren’t signs of damage . . . they were man-made. Your breath hitched as you intently looked at the E initial; the bottom horizontal line was crooked. When you studied the scratches, you noticed the crooked horizontal scratch didn’t connect. The E was actually an F . . . 

An F? The tiny jewels around the crested handle were orange, even though . . . Jean told you that Erwin’s jeweled sword was blue. Jean also called you Hange and had been acting erratic. 

It clicked.

Your heart thumped in your ears. 

You staggered out a breath, staring at the muddy dirt surrounding you. 

A jeweled sword was missing.

Levi’s words overwhelmed your thoughts. He speculated that there was more than one traitor and that he had the missing sword. You’ve heard Levi mention multiple times: to Sir Zacharius, to Commander Lobov, to Hange . . . Commander Flagon’s camp was raided and his sword was missing ever since. 

This sword belongs to Flagon . . . this is the missing sword. 

You lifted your head to Erwin Smith, but he wasn’t Erwin Smith.

He was a Marleyan Cult member—another traitor. The blonde knight ripped the sword from your grasp, cutting your palms. You shrieked. Adrenaline coursed through your body and your hands dripped blood. Piercing rain landed on your hands. The blond knight had a fierce gaze and lightning struck behind him. His charming and friendly demeanor disappeared. Thunder masked your cries and you turned to run toward Flegel’s home, but the blonde knight’s hand gripped your arm. You thrashed and he wrapped an arm around your abdomen. 

With a force fueled by desperation, you screamed out, shutting your eyes and hoping someone would hear you. You twisted in the knight’s grasp, but his hold on you was unyielding. You cried out for Hange, and then a cloth stifled your blood-curdling scream. You fought off the damp cloth by whipping your head side-to-side. Hot tears fell from your face as you realized the man was stronger than you. He would have fought better than you if you had a sword. Your arms and legs felt heavier and your vision was blurry. Your eyes were drooping and you were fighting to stay alert, but your thoughts were disconnected. One last strong thought came to you. 

You lifted your leg lethargically with all your last energy and felt for your boot. When you felt the tip, you pulled your knee up with all your might, bringing your hand deeper into the boot. A strong, pungent, floral smell polluted your mind. Your last thought was that earlier, you gave Jean your dagger and didn’t have it to defend yourself against the knight.  

The last thing you felt was being lifted off the ground and the wind against your face.

“Keep your mouth shut! You’re in no position to be speaking. You’ll only be answering questions.” Levi’s stern voice said, and Niccolo caught his breath. He glanced at Hange and then darted his eyes back to Levi. “What’s this message you have?”

“Captain Levi, Sir! This was all planned—” Niccolo sputtered and his wide eyes darted around the room. Hange furrowed their eyebrows, noticing Niccolo’s trembling foot. His high-strung behavior could be evidence that he was telling the truth about betraying the Marleyan Cult. Hange concluded that the man went rogue, risking his life and genuinely fearing for his life. “This was all planned! The raid! The dogs! Meeting me! IT WAS ALL PLANNED!” Niccolo hoarsely cried out. Levi wound up and then smacked the damp chef. Niccolo hunched to the side, but Levi grabbed his hair, forcing him back into the chair. 

“You and your cultist group put us through shit!!!” Levi said curtly. Niccolo’s face was pink and his mouth was agape. “I don’t care about the plan you and your little cultist group put together! TELL ME! Where is Princess Y/N?” 

“I want to make a deal—” Levi raised his knee and dug it into Niccolo’s abdomen. Niccolo let out a deep grunt. 

“You don’t get to bargain,” Levi pulled his hair again, and Niccolo choked on his spit. “Where is Princess Y/N?” 

“LISTEN PLEASE—-” Levi kneed him in the abdomen again and Niccolo howled. 

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Niccolo coughed and spit dripped from the corner of his mouth.  

“Levi . . .” Hange gazed at Niccolo’s strained form in the chair. “I want to hear the plan,” Hange smiled mischievously, and Levi stepped back. Niccolo let out a sound of relief and Hange drew their jewel sword. They chuckled and there was a harsh look in their eye—a blazing fire. The thought of you in peril sparked a deep, hidden rage. Hange ran their fingers against the blade of their sword and then their lips curled in a smile. They grabbed the blonde man’s damp hair and yanked it back. Then Hange leaned into his right ear, “And if I don’t fucking like your story, you’ll be castrated . . . .” Niccolo gasped. Then Hange directed one of the knights, “Remove his codpiece.” 

“What?! No! NO! NO!” Hange turned around and smirked. Behind them, a knight was taking off Niccolo’s armor and he was thrashing, crying out. The room full of knights had been through Hange and Levi’s torturing sessions before and knew that between Levi and Hange, Hange was crazier, yet they always got the information they wanted. Nothing and no one was going to keep them from you. Hange exhaled and then turned around. Niccolo was slumped in the chair and his flaccid penis was on display. He winced as Hange approached. 

“I’m only a novice at torture . . . but I’m willing to give it my all,” Hange tilted their head, peering down and Niccolo’s chest was heaving. “I want to hear your deal . . . and you will tell me the little plan you and your traitors made. But . . . If I hear something I don’t like . . .” Hange jammed the tip of their sword in the chair between Niccolo’s legs, causing him to yelp “You won’t continue your family lineage. So start talking: tell me the deal.”  

“I . . .” Niccolo’s voice wavered and there was a lump in his throat. He was sweating profusely and having trouble looking Hange in the eye. “I-I want to work in the castle and work as a chef for the royal kitchen! In exchange for telling you everything about the Marleyan Cult! Including where the Princess was taken!” 

“That’s a shit deal,” Levi bluntly said and Hange flashed Levi a smirk. 

“Oh Niccolo . . . you want job security in the royal kitchen? And why should we believe you have betrayed the Marleyan Cult?”

“BECAUSE!” Niccolo shouted, gritting his teeth as if holding back his thoughts. His voice trembled, and his head slumped to the side. He looked like he was daring himself to speak—to say his truthful thoughts. He shut his eyes and whimpered defeatedly. “Because . . . I believe titans shouldn’t rule the world.”

Hange heard the faint whispers among the knights. Their hypothesis had been confirmed. 

“That means nothing,” Levi said.  “Anyone like you could storm in and tell us they are traitors because they don’t want titans to rule the world.”

“Fine.” Niccolo huffed out. “I don’t care anymore. Kill me. I don’t want to live my life as a cultist. If I could have been born into a family that didn’t belong to the Marleyan Cult, I would have chosen that life.” 

“I want to hear the plan you and the other traitors devised,” Hange clipped. 

“My part of the plan didn’t go through because Commander Lobov didn’t choose me to join Levi’s group of knights. So, I’ll start from the beginning of what I know: Zeke led a ward to one of the other knight’s camps. He tortured the commander and stole his jeweled sword, which is what Zeke was told to retrieve. While another member was in charge of gathering a ward's vicious mutts. Then . . . Uh . . .  I believe Zeke then went to Captain Levi and delivered a fake letter to Levi, telling him that Commander Erwin saw a ward in the Trost District. The letter told Levi to ride east to Karanese District. On the way, the mutts were supposed to kill everyone and Zeke would abduct the Princess then. They knew that was risky, so they added another part to the plan. Another purpose of heading to Karanese District was to appoint two more Marleyan Cult members to join Levi’s group. Me and Reiner Braun. But Commander Lobov did not assign me to join, so my part of the plan fell through. Another part of the plan in Karanese District was: If Levi’s knights and the Princess managed to arrive in Karanese District, then a ward of the Marleyan Cult would raid and abduct the Princess.” Hange exhaled and blinked, encoding all the information Niccolo had spilled out. The room was silent and too stunned to speak. 

“Well, your fucking plan failed, dumbass,” Eren yelled from the other room. 

“SHIT! SHIT! HANGE! JEAN COLLAPSED!” Connie yelled and then a group of knights huddled Jean. Connie leaned him upright onto the couch and held a finger to his neck. Jean’s wet hair stuck to his pasty face. “I feel a pulse! It’s faint.” 

“Connie, take him downstairs, do what you need to do. I’ll come down when we’re done with the chef.” Connie and three other knights lifted Jean off the couch and carried his unconscious body out of the room. Then Hange glanced at Levi, who was staring daggers at Niccolo. 

“So Niccolo, you told us the plan, but there are some holes in your story,” Hange started. “First, I want to know what made you want to betray the Marleyan Cult?”

“When . . . when,” Niccolo closed his eyes again and he scrunched up his face as if he was trying to remember something. “The day I served her lunch—the Princess. She was gushing over my food. She was like a kid shoving food into her mouth. The Princess didn’t know that wine was a type of alcohol. I knew she was too innocent and I wanted to protect her. I realized I didn’t want her to be sacrificed and that she deserves to live a safe life. She was so precious, so—”

“Don’t say another word about her,” Hange hissed and pressed the blade against his balls.

“Another thing doesn’t make sense,” Levi started, moving closer to Niccolo, peering down at him. “Answer: Who sent the letter stating that Commander Erwin was heading towards Trost District? Who gathered the mutts and who killed Commander Lobov? Zeke Yeager didn’t have the jeweled sword, so who has Flagon’s sword? How did you find us? And where is Princess Y/N?” All the knights practically leaned toward Niccolo and stayed silent to hear his answers. 

“Reiner Braun, Zeke, and I followed you the morning after Karanese District . . .” Niccolo breathed. “We were trying to catch up to you but couldn’t find you . . . Then we split off in three different directions, hoping one of us found your camp. When Zeke was exposed as a traitor, the Cult Leader got angry and took it upon himself to abduct Princess Y/N.” Hange and Levi exchanged knowing looks. Hange drew their sword back into the sheath and both Hange and Levi had the same question in mind. 

“The Marleyan Cult Leader abducted Princess Y/N?”

“Yes. He sent the misleading letters, burned Shiganshina down, burned the Karanese Headquarters down, and he’s in possession of a jeweled sword.” 

“Damn it!” Hange’s knuckles were turning white and they were holding back on punching a wall. 

“Have you heard the story of the Legend of the Titans?” Hange gasped and their eye went wide. “There’s some truth behind that story. The Princess was born on the day of the coordinate and she has royal blood. The Marleyan Cult believe she’s the key to the ritual and would revive the founding titan on her quarter birthday. Eventually leading to the revival of the other eight—”

“Wait . . . so you’re saying it’s true? The Marleyan Cult has a titan?”

“Yes. The cult leader has the founding titan, but he can’t use the full potential until the ritual on Princess Y/N’s twenty-fifth birthday.”

“And that same person abducted her?”

“Yes, Cult Leader Willy Tybur.” 

End of Act II 

Megan's Note: I so badly wanted to name this chapter "The Missing Sword", but that's just a spoiler : (( That's a wrap on Act II. Please tell me I fooled you with the Erwin/Willy Tybur plot LMAO Thank you so much for reading and we are half way through the story! More adventure, action, violence, romance, fluff, and angst. Thank you for sticking by me! Have a good one :D —Megan<3

Next chapter: 21: Power at Play

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| Interlude | pt. 1

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers?, angst, feelings of [loss, grief, mourning], mentions of character dead, TENSION, subtle signs of depression, melancholy, crying, more angst, feelings of yearning and hidden compassion, letting go of grief, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 1.4k words

A/N: We came to an important part of this story, darlings of mine! If my calculations are correct, we are already at one third of Gwi and Flower's story!

I didn't believe I'd get this far this quickly when it came to this story but thanks to all the people that have commented, reblogged and liked for you, loves, have given me inspiration and a desire to write something you'll like. So thank you so much, sweet darlings of mine!

We are already at 34.5k words on this series! O.o Let's see the final word count at the end, shall we?

For now, I'm tagging @my-day6 and @yumisventingmachine. Thank you darlings for your lovely comments that have made me write like a freak, lmao. And to everyone who's silently reading, I hope you will enjoy this chapter as well. ❤️❤️❤️

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Winter had started, the snow fell from the sky ever so slowly as if painting the ground below. However, you remained confined to the walls of your room, accompanied by your own silence. With a deep sigh, you sat down in front of your desk, the skirts of your deep blue dress puffed out around you as your shaky hand grabbed a letter you had postponed reading for months. 

It was the last letter your mother had written for you. Her last words, her last memory. Now you held it in your hands with a strangling grip that made your heart race with anticipation. You had to muster enough courage to break the seal of the letter before you had it in your hands. The handwriting was oddly family yet strangely distant in your memories. 

This was your opportunity to give closure to your mother’s death. It was time to move on, yet you wanted to keep her words at heart with every step you took towards the future of your own life. 

And so, you read her letter. After waiting months to find such peace in the darkness you thought would never pass. After staring at it for hours, not wanting to tarnish her last memory. After mourning in the shadows of your own soul the loss of the most important woman in your life. 

Sweet girl. 

I received your letter. Your words were a calming refugee after all the dark days I have suffered. I hope I can see you one more time. I miss you, (y/n) and if there’s one thing I regret in my life was not keeping you by my side. Forgive me, sweet girl. Forgive me for I was not strong enough. And my weakness caused you great pain. A pain you did not deserve. 

I’ll wait to meet you again in my next life, sweet girl of mine. Don’t spill your tears over this old lady, I have lived enough and I have endured so much I am ready to rest until I am born again. 

My sweet girl, you were my light in the darkness. I wish for you to be the light in someone else’s path as well. 

Always be yourself and shine as the pure diamond that you are. A beautiful flower in a garden of thorns. I love you, (y/n). From the moon and back, remember? 

Your mother.

A silent tear landed on the paper you held, then another and another. The pearls of your sadness rolled over your cheeks and dripped down your chin. As you sat in the solitude of your room, you saw movement from the corner of your eye. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was. It almost felt as if you could sense his presence- steady, powerful yet in that moment, tender. 

Gwi didn’t say anything but the sight of your tears made him swallow as his heartstrings got pulled softly. With cautious steps, he approached you in a melancholic silence that was nearly suffocating. 

“What troubles you, my sweet flower?”

He spoke once he stood next to you as his tone was a rare blend between authority and tenderness. A delicacy that was reserved for you and only you. His tall figure loomed over you as his shadow engulfed you in a comforting darkness you felt oddly peacefully. Almost as if he was embracing you himself. You sniffled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand before you stood up as well, your eyes met his for the first time since he entered the bedroom and for a moment, you were granted a glimpse of his soul. 

You saw the gentle concern in his dark gaze tinted with subtle crimson. The shadows of the torches and candles around you accentuated his eccentric beauty as his eyes spoke thousands of words his lips would never speak. 

“It’s… It’s a letter from my mother. Her last words to me.”

You explained, your voice barely above a whisper as a lump formed in your throat, feeling as if you were being choked with the cruel grip of a sadness you wanted to leave behind yet it still consumed your mind. Gwi tilted his head to the side, his eyes never leaving your features as you looked down at the letter in your hands. 

“I miss her.”

The tips of his fingers lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his once more. His grip tightened ever so subtly but his touch was enough to ground your racing mind as your eyes remained locked with his. 

“She may be gone from this world, petal, but she lives on in you. Her love, her strength, they are all a part of who you are now. Of the woman you have become today.”

Of the woman I cherish so deeply.

Gwi thought to himself, his eyes flickering to your lips for a moment before his thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek, his touch feather-like over your skin. You took a deep breath, your eyes fixing once more on the letter in your hands before you took a step towards your desk, forcing the vampire’s touch to leave your skin as you extended the letter toward the chamberstick. 

The flames licked at the paper before the corners started to turn black. With a deep breath, you dropped it on the ashtray, watching how the letter crumbled to ashes until there was nothing left of it. It was a closure. It was your goodbye. It was your final act of letting go. 

And as the last remnants of the letter turned to ashes, you were left with a bittersweet peace nestling in your heart. His hands found home on your shoulders as you sighed to yourself, feeling his warm touch over your clothed skin. 

There was so much tension hanging in the air. So many words left unsaid. But you weren’t going to deny the peace his presence gave your troubled soul. 

“My strong flower of sharp thorns.”

You wiped away the last tears that escaped your eyes at his murmured words. It almost felt as if he had spoken them for himself but you had heard them. You had heard his silent truth. The way he regarded you and viewed you in his presence. You swam in the tranquillity that was his touch as you leaned back against him ever so softly. One of your hands touched his as it rested over your shoulder before you closed your eyes. The last tie to your once lovely life was severed and now, now you were left to find refuge in the man who kept you to himself in the dark vastness of his underground palace like a flower in a dead garden. 

“Why don’t you join me for tea, mmh? Just this time; let’s take your mind away from that darkness, petal.”

You turned around, your eyes meeting his. For a moment you didn’t think he had actually told you such a thing. Gwi had always been polite to you and you knew that he cared for you to some extent. But his eyes that held so much tenderness couldn’t lie to you. Perhaps you had been drowning so deeply in your sorrow that you didn’t see it. Maybe it had always been there; at least from some time now. That look in his eyes. That look that melted your heart. That look that made butterflies swarm in your stomach. And that look that spoke of a man completely different from what you had heard. 

“I’d like that, My Lord.”

His hands dropped to his sides at your whispered answer. You offered him a golden gift he hadn’t seen in months. Something he had silently missed. For your lips curled softly into a gentle smile while you looked up at him. 

The vampire lord didn’t say a word. His heart ached within him at the sight of your eyes, wide as if searching for something in his gaze you had no idea existed. His hand tangled with yours before he pulled you with him out of your room. Out of your darkness. And led you to the throne hall to share his evening tea with his precious flower. The future you saw yourself in was with him. 

With the handsome stranger that had shown you more than you had experienced in your entire life. With his silent promise that everything was going to be alright.

June/09/2024

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