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joonberriess · 1 year ago

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𓆩♡𓆪 “you don’t have to admit you wanna play, just let me rock you till the break of day,” – jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — simping at its finest, blowjobs, cum-swallowing, degradation, dumbification, jk is mean but also a praise fanatic, oc is a cute puppy who eats it all up, objectification(?) pretty sure bc jk just has unholy thoughts about oc, oc is THEE it girl, dirty talking, messy lil make-outs, thank you kiss on the tip LOL, PET NAME GALORE, oc is a nice lil bimbo everyone loves ❤️ even jk’s friends luv her

Jungkook listened to whatever the hell Jennie was explaining to him, in truth he stopped paying attention like five minutes ago. He sat there like a fried vegetable just zoning out and nodding mindlessly whenever Jennie looked at him and asked if he agreed etc. He didn’t want to be rude to Jennie but any more of this and he’d go insane he fears.

“So for the powerpoint I was thinking we should..” Jennie’s voice slowly fades out as the sound of the front door opening catches Jungkook’s eye/attention. Holy shit he doesn’t believe what he’s witnessing. He doesn’t realize he’s staring hardcore at Jennie’s poor unsuspecting roommate.

He instantly recognizes you as the girl he sees his team/friends go crazy over. You were quite the talk of the campus—cute, slutty, bimbo-like, these were some of the most common things said. If Jungkook had to admit, you were pretty cute and he’s only ever really seen you casually here and there. He finds himself licking his lips slowly and sitting up while clearing his throat.

“Hi Jennie, hi Jennie’s friend.” You sweetly say while waving at Jungkook politely. He gets an eyeful of tits and soft tummy as you pass by.

You’re wearing this soft pink tracksuit and white baby tee crop top which hugs your pretty little tits just nicely. Don’t even get him started about your backside which is enough in itself to bring a tear to his eye. Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s overdoing it with his staring until Jennie clears her throat pretty loudly.

“Ahem.” She glares at him, “As I was saying,” she shoves her laptop in Jungkook’s face.

He doesn’t see more of you because you end up heading down the hall to your room after saying “bye-bye” to both him and Jennie. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He grunts in annoyance.

“Not my roommate Jeon, you can go about fucking anything that fucking walks and has a hole between their legs but you leave y/n out of your lechery. Got it?” She hisses, “I can see the gears working in that stupid head of yours, so I’m warning you. Now help me with this powerpoint asshole, I’m not doing all the work.”

Jungkook internally groans—overprotective roommate, greaaat.

Whole time he works on the project his mind is filled with obscene thoughts and nasty little daydreams he comes up with just thinking about you. Jungkook’s had his fair share of hook-ups but none have ever truly made him go this crazy before. He’s fucking FIENDING for it, would be on his damn knees begging for you to crush his head with your soft thighs if he could.

Too bad Jennie said you were off-limits though. Unless..

Much to Jungkook’s dismay he doesn’t see you for the remainder of the time he’s there. He does see you more often around campus though, whether it’s you hopping out of your very pink car or you running about all over campus with a pink drink in your hands. He can’t get enough of you, and it’s fucking obvious to his friends who make fun of him for it.

“y/n, Kook? Really?” Yugyeom snorts, “Only in your fucking dreams will you ever hit that, your little guy down there probably wouldn’t even know what to do with all that ass.” Laughter all around them erupts as Yugyeom smugly smirks, happy with himself.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “You’re so fucking stupid,” more laughing, “honestly, if anyone has more chances it’s me, you’re all either losers AND she’s never bat an eye at you. I don’t see any action from any of you either, all talk and shit.” He mutters while taking a drag from the blunt they were all passing around.

“Not true! y/n is a nice girl Jungkook.” Jimin snorts, “Watch,” he turns around and looks over the area for you, “hey y/n!” He yells while waving his arms. They all wait patiently for your reaction, low and behold you just end up proving Jimin correct.

You look confused at first until you smile brightly, “Hi,” you wave back while walking over, “what are you guys up to?” You tilt your head, lips pursed in a adorable little pout.

“Smoking.” Yugyeom replies curtly, “Want some?” He holds the blunt out to you.

Jungkook doesn’t know why but that shit irks the fuck out of him, he shoots his friend a glare and fans the smoke out of your direction before it can hit you. You smell like chai mixed with pumpkin, and he definitely does NOT want to ruin your pretty smell.

“No thank you,” you politely reply and then turn to look at Jimin again, “ ‘m a little sad though, because this morning I tried to make waffles but I didn’t know you had to actually pull the lever down and I didn’t get to eat my waffles.” You sigh wistfully, “See?” You hold out the raw and cold waffles wrapped up in a napkin, “And I don’t like it,” you shake your head, “you’re my friend right Jiminie? Can you buy me some waffles from the cafe pretty please?” You whine.

Jimin turns a little red at the nickname and nods, “Here,” he holds out a couple of bills, more than enough.

The other guys scramble for their wallets, “I’m your friend too right y/n?” They say while holding out their own money to you. Jungkook just stands there slack-jawed, he has never seen his own friends this fucking down-bad before. Oh, but they wanted to laugh at him for simping after you? Funny how the tables have turned.

“Reallyyyy?” You breathily giggle while accepting the money, “Thank you!” You kiss Jimin on the cheek before skipping away with literally breakfast, lunch, and dinner money.

“But I’M the fuckin’ simp? Yeah, totally.” Jungkook scoffs while shaking his head.

Jungkook starts making up an excuse to talk to you from then on. He doesn’t have to do much because you do all the talking for him, he just stands there listening to you ramble on and on about something he doesn’t recall asking. He thinks it’s cute when you stop mid-sentence and say in utter confusion, “What was I talking about again?”

If he could, he’d sit there and just listen to you talk all day. He’s surprised how much he likes your ditziness and dumb little brain fart moments, he finds that he doesn’t mind it so much. Like now, he was sitting there propped up against his car in the parking lot listening to you rant about astrology, time-loops, and anime..?

“Yeah?” Jungkook occasionally says while he watches you passionately explain to him what a fucking shinigami was.

“Think about it—politics and death notebooks, they go hand in hand for disaster and doom.” You softly say, completely side-tracking from the original topic, “I wish I had a shinigami though,” you pout while tapping your finger against your chin, “I think Ryuk is pretty cool. Have you seen the anime?”

Jungkook hums, “No, heard of it but haven’t seen it. So like, shinigami’s come with a death note or what?” He asks, ready for another little rant of yours (he doesn’t mind though). His eyes fall down to your pretty camisole you wore today. You were wearing these cute tight jeans that hung low on your hips, he loved the little pink bows you attached to the belt loops.

“Mm-hm,” you nod, “oh! I gotta go before I forget, all my undies shrunk in the dryer and now they’re pretty tight ‘n they fit a little smaller so now I have to buy some more.” You pout, “Bye Jungkookie,” you throw one arm around his neck as you side-hug him, standing on your tippy toes to reach his height as you press a kiss to his cheek, “bye-bye!” You wave and run off.

“Bye..” Jungkook whispers in awe, he smells a hint of your perfume on his shirt and he vows then and there he isn’t going to wash this shirt anytime soon.

The next time that Jungkook sees you it’s when he’s leaving your shared apartment after another project session. He sees you bent over while poking and trying to pull at the gas tank lid, which is obviously sealed shut. He whistles under his breath and walks over, eyes dropping down to your perky ass which is covered in these pretty little shorts which hug both cheeks nice and tight.

“What you doing down there, hm?” Jungkook leans against the car with his arms folded over his chest and an amused smile on his face, “Having fun?”

“Jungkook, hi,” you greet softly while standing up straight, “I was just trying to get this stupid thingy open because Jennie is letting me borrow her car cause mine is in the shop getting the windows tinted,” you pout, “but I don’t know how to open this stupid thing, and I wanna fill her car with gas as a thank you for letting me borrow it. Help meeeee,” you whine tugging at his arm.

“C’mere,” he loosely wraps an arm around your waist and guides you to sit in the driver's seat, “you see this baby?” He squats down so he’s eye-level with you, his free hand rests over your soft thighs while he points with his other, “You just pull this, and wa-la, the gas tank lid pops right open.” He chuckles and squeezes your thigh.

Your eyes brighten, “Reallyyy? How cool, thank you.” You happily throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, “no wonder that stupid thing wasn’t opening.” You giggle.

Jungkook takes a deep whiff of your soft coconut smell, he closes his eyes and sighs in pure bliss. This was the dream dammit, he never wanted to leave this spot EVER. “It was no problem really.” He mumbles more to himself while he stares at your pretty tits.

Fuck the friend code (if you can even call Jennie’s threat that), friend code didn’t have a pair of child-bearing hips and a ass shaped like a fucking peach like you did. Who was Jennie to keep all of you to herself so selfishly?

“Jungkook,” you softly say, “ ‘m gonna give you a thank you kiss.”

Jungkook laughs in amusement over how proud of yourself you look right now, he finds himself shaking his head and speaking in a lower pitched tone, “Yeah, where? Right here?” He turns his face to stick his cheek out.

A tiny little giggle escapes your lips as you nod at him, “Mm-hmm, right there.” You lean upwards to kiss his cheek gently, emitting a soft smacking noise as you happily smooch him. “There.” You say more to yourself.

Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your jiggly boobs which are pretty much in his face at this point. Your camisole somehow dips lower as your tits sit perfectly pushed together to accentuate their size. He tells himself not to but his dick seems to say otherwise as it stirs up in the confinements of his boxers. He already knows he’s about to be sporting a hard-on by the end of this interaction so he gives in.

“Want another kiss..” He mumbles while licking his lips, “But not on my cheek..got somethin’ else you can kiss.”

Your eyes follow his line of sight and you come across the very prominent bulge sitting behind his sweats. Your cheeks feel hot from embarrassment as the familiar throbbing sensation forms between your legs. Jungkook sees this when you suddenly begin rubbing your soft thighs together while staring back at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Whaddya say baby,” he lazily grins, “can I get that kiss?”

You stare back at him with those sweet puppy eyes of yours and nod eagerly.

Lips smacking against lips and quiet little moans/noises fill the otherwise dimly lit car (God bless his Mercedes for the interior lighting). You were tucked away on his lap in the backseat of the car, windows foggy and all as your hand slipped from the glass. Jungkook could die a happy man right now with the way he had a handful of ass sitting in the palms of his hands. He gave your soft cheeks appreciative squeezes as he kneaded the flesh roughly—greedily.

His own lips were a bit swollen from the hot make-out session but he didn’t mind, you were one hell of a kisser. One thing he didn’t see coming was how much of a little sex fiend you were, he swears he can’t keep up with how needy and slutty you are. He almost finds it cute how you pout and beg for him to let you have it while simultaneously humping him and refusing to let him part from the kiss.

Jungkook raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass cheek, relishing in the resounding slap noise and how it recoiled/bounced in place. A slutty little moan escapes your lips as you pull back and pant softly against his lips, “Take ‘em off,” you slur softly, “hate these stupid shorts, gettin’ in my way.” You mumble with a tiny pout.

“Gonna let me see what’s underneath baby?” He looks up through his hooded eyes, grinning when he sees you eagerly nodding back at him, “Yeah? Go on then, slide ‘em off baby, show me what you got on.” He smacks your ass and gropes it harshly, only letting go when you whine at him while unbuttoning your shorts.

He swears under his breath as soon as the button pops open and you slip the zipper down. The hem of your undies comes into view, he sees a tiny bow sitting at the top so innocently and he can’t help but wonder what the rest of your panties are like.. Jungkook reclines back on the seat and parts his legs to make room for you.

You manage to slip your shorts down your thighs slowly with your hips swaying from side to side. Jungkook lets out an audible groan when he sees the cheeky undergarment that was hiding underneath. “Well don’t you look pretty,” he comments while running his hand over your ass, “bet you look prettier under.” He mumbles while licking his lips.

“But what about your kiss?” You pout.

Jungkook smacks your ass wickedly, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout. Didn’t know you were that eager to suck my cock, ‘s all you’re good for isn’t it baby? Just a dumb little thing who needs her mouth filled huh?” He grins when he hears you moan, “You gonna be a good little cock sleeve for me?”

“The best,” you happily slur, “ ‘m gonna swallow every last drop, promise.”

He finds it endearing when you hold your pinky out to him, and not wanting to be mean he hooks his pinky with yours, “Good girl.” He brings you in for a gentle little smooch, “Gonna ruin that pretty face of yours baby,” he whispers in-between kisses, “get on your knees for me.”

Jungkook finds that he likes how submissive and responsive you are to him, makes it a hundred times sexier in his opinion. You sink to your knees in front of him without missing a beat, you have your hands set over his knees as you sit there waiting with puppy eyes. “Go ahead baby, ‘s all yours.” He chuckles.

You eagerly paw at his sweats and with his help pull them down alongside his boxers until his fat cock is springing out and slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth waters when your eyes land on his perfectly sculpted cock, now you wanna feel it inside of you more than ever. His cock lays against his stomach, flush at the tip with prominent veins on the underside of his shaft.

“ ‘s mine…?” You whisper breathily while pursing yours lips, “ ‘s so pretty..” You’re talking more to yourself as you grab ahold of his throbbing cock and bring the mushroomy tip to your lips. Your tongue pokes out as you swirl it over the head, moaning softly at the tangy taste.

Jungkook bites down on his lip as he watches with hooded eyes, he can’t believe his wet dreams are coming true. Did he save an entire country in his past life? Made sense with how lucky he was right now. He brings his tattooed hand over the back of your head as he simply rests it there, letting you explore his dick like if it was a lollipop or some shit.

Your lips wrap around the head as you make these sloppy little sucking noises. Trickles of saliva begin to trickle down his cock, you use it as lube to stroke his girthy shaft—twisting and turning your hand around it while you noisily swallow around the tip. Jungkook’s lips part with breathy sighs escaping him, he relaxes into the seat and leans his head back with his eyes slipped shut.

You’re working wonders on his cock right now with the way you’re slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth. “Like that,” he whispers more to himself as he moans out again when you dip your tongue into the sensitive slit of his tip. Your strokes become slower but much more intense with the pressure you start applying. It’s getting a lot harder now to control himself from bucking his hips or something.

“Shit, don’t tease me baby,” he groans, “been thinking about your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock for weeks now. Knew you’d look pretty with a mouth full of cock.” Jungkook opens his eyes again to admire the view. “Open up for me baby,” he reaches down to thumb at your lower lip, “there you go—like that.” He grins.

He feeds you more of his cock watching as you eagerly take more and more until the tip hits the back of your throat. It sends you into a small gagging fit but the vibrations and pressure of your throat closing around him definitely sends zaps of hot pleasure down in his groin and lower belly. “Shit.” He groans loudly.

You whine around his cock and pull away to catch your breath, his cock slips from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Jungkook hisses quietly under his breath and reaches down to stroke his slicked up cock, “Messy little thing you are.”

“Off, off, ‘s my turn.” You huff cutely before swallowing his cock in one go now that you’re a bit more prepared.

It takes Jungkook by surprise as he groans loudly and throws his head back. You begin working wonders with that sinful tongue of yours, pairing it with some mean ass sucks. He lets his hand slip from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, just holding you there as he lets you do your thing. You begin bobbing your head slowly while noisily swallowing around his cock.

“Fucking hell y/n,” he whispers slack-jawed, you’re a damn menace. How the hell is he supposed to last? “You just needed something to fill that needy hole of yours didn’t you?” He pants softly, “Knew the moment I saw you that you were made for my cock baby. If only you could see yourself now.” He licks his lips and gives your neck a small gentle squeeze between his fingers.

You slurp up all the slick you leave behind on his cock, your hand sits at the base just idly gripping him while your mouth does all the work. You pull all the way up until the tip sits in your mouth before you swoop back down to take all of him in. He repeatedly hits the back of your throat but you do a much better job at controlling your gag reflex this time around. Your sloppy pace definitely has Jungkook moaning and grunting under his breath.

“Gonna cum,” he sighs, “keep going—like that.” He whispers as a full body shudder falls over him.

You eagerly pull off his cock and begin stroking him at a frantic pace. You watch with glee as his cock begins to throb in your hold, but you don’t let it deter you one bit. You’re eager to see him cum, you want it all in your mouth. “Like this?” You say this while squeezing around the tip and flicking your thumb over it.

Jungkook gasps softly, “Fuck..!” He hisses.

You smile deviously and bring the tip over your lips, “Or like this?” You whisper, blowing softly over his sensitive head before you take him back into your mouth.

Jungkook lets out a mantra of “fucks” and “yes’s” as he reaches down to grip his cock, his hand covers your own as he begins moving your hand up and down on his cock. You suckle at the head and watch as he comes undone. “Oh fuckkk..” He whispers as his cock throbs, cum shooting down your throat as you swallow around him greedily.

He slumps in the seat and pants quietly while watching you clean his dick with your sinful little tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that hard in his entire life before. He saw the pearly white gates of heaven just now.. “A-Ah shit, no more baby, ‘s sensitive.” He chuckles breathily when you try to suck on his (slowly softening) cock.

You pull back with a cheerful smile on your face, the corner of your mouth has drool and a bit of cum but you don’t seem to mind, “ ‘s so pretty.” You coo like his dick is the most amazing thing ever, he watches you lean over to press a tiny little kiss to the sensitive head.

Are you even real??

“C’mere,” he pats his lap, “I saw the way you were humping your own hand like a bitch in heat the entire time you had my cock in your mouth.” He says as he hauls you up, “You also deserve a nice little thank you, don’t you baby?” He grins while stroking his hands over your soft cheeks.

You nod eagerly, “Mm-hm,” you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, “do you wanna come upstairs after this? I wanna introduce you to my bunny Luna! Oh, and we can watch some anime together because I think it’s lame you haven’t seen Sailor Moon OR Death Note.” You huff in disbelief.

Little did Jungkook know that by saying yes to all that he’d end up staying for wayyyyy longer than he initially planned. You becoming (a important) part of his life was a bonus. <3

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jsprnt · 8 months ago

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Americano PT. 16 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: hello loves!! I can’t believe we’ve already come to the end of this series😭 thank you guys so so much for all the love you’ve sent my work and efforts!! Love y’all so much, enjoy reading- and stay tuned for my future fics 🤍🩷

W/C: 4.025

part fifteen

I sigh for the millionth time today, leaning back against the backrest of my chair. I rub my wrists, massaging my fingers and knuckles, groaning in relief when I hear some of them pop.

There were only a handful of matches left in the league, along with the Champions League final. The entire PR and marketing department had been working overtime for a couple days now, wanting to end the season on a high note.

I was so tired and stressed out, internally debating whether to call in sick tomorrow, but there was no way the team could finish all of this without my help.

Since my role in the department has gotten much more important this season, I needed to attend more meetings and calls with a lot of different people.

Never in my life, had I exercised my social skills this much, and it was only a matter of time before my social battery ran so low that I couldn't take interacting with people anymore, without looking like a total jerk.

Though, the generous paycheck that dropped into my back account every month, motivated me to work harder, well, sometimes..

I shift from my position, grabbing a single pen from its holder. Looking back up to my laptop to write down some refreshing and creative questions for the upcoming, very important and widely viewed interviews.

Winning both the national league and the Champions League in the exact same season would be absolutely insane to witness.

I had experienced the feeling in my first season working at the club. After almost three years of getting to know the team and the players who had come and gone, this year would feel even more special.

I had grown closer to the club, not just as an employee but as a supporter as well. I had multiple personal and dear connections with the club.

My father had just renewed his contract with the club. A topic that everyone working for respective companies joked about was the possibility of the agreement not being renewed.

After all these years, both companies had become synonymous with each other.

I had also gotten closer to my colleagues, much closer than I would've ever imagined. Starting this job as an eighteen-year-old, I was incredibly intimidated by the sheer size of the operations behind the scenes.

Of course, juggling both working here and studying for my law degree was hard at first. Work in the morning had switched to the evening when attending the matches.

Study breaks consisting of trying to figure out what interview questions were rubbish and needed to be scrapped, and packing my little suitcase for another trip, only to overpack again.

Thankfully, I had gotten all of my results back from this school year, and I was absolutely over the moon knowing I'd be going for my next year of my degree after summer break.

All my hard work had finally paid off when I saw my grades, and I had celebrated it that night- with working…

The biggest change in my life?

That was the fact that I had actually found love.

Going from hating each other to loving each other was a weird feeling. Even so, Jude and I had been together for almost six months now, and honestly speaking; I had never felt so loved by anyone in the entire world before.

We supported each other wholeheartedly, and it was definitely easier to do than other couples.

Mostly, because we worked together.

Living together for the first few weeks of our relationship, definitely sped up the process of actually getting to know each other. It bonded us faster than I would’ve ever expected.

Looking back, it's difficult to even imagine a world where Jude never moved into my place..

Jude had moved out of my house in the middle of March. He had changed houses following everything that had happened the last few months.

The new house is quite far away from the old, temporary house he lived in, that got broken into. The home was spacious and modern, just like I'd expected before visiting for the first time.

My father and his partners at his firm, had finally built up a proper case to take the intruder to court. I didn't know the specifics because, for some reason I wasn’t allowed to, by both my own father and Jude.

I already knew that the man who had caused so much chaos wasn't getting off the hook easily, and that was enough for me. Knowing any more details about the situation, would probably cause me more stress and anxiety, so I had just learnt to let it go.

I couldn't even lie, lately I had spent more time at Jude’s place than my own. There was something so comforting about it, maybe it was how inviting and cozy it felt.

His friends from England and Germany would always be over, for the simplest of reasons.

Playing games, both board and video ones, watching new movies in the unnecessary, huge cinema room. It created a very fun and friendly atmosphere and made me feel more comfortable than ever.

Jude’s parent’s presence, especially his mother’s- was very much appreciated. I loved chatting to her, from the most mundane things, to the things that I was worried about.

Just like the other women in my life, she gave me guidance and encouragement to keep on going and be even better at anything I wanted to accomplish.

Obviously, there was no way we could keep on hiding our relationship from certain teammates Jude was very close with. We'd decided to be open with them, because keeping a 'secret' from them wouldn't exactly give us peace of mind in the long run.

Scratching what I've written down so far, I drop my pen onto the desk. Glancing up at the clock to check the time, and gasping softly when I remember I have a meeting that starts in a minute.

I quickly grab the necessary paperwork, and dash out of the office. Into the meeting room, already full of my coworkers, sat waiting only for me..

"Okay, I'm really confused. Do I have something on my face? Like sauce from lunch or something?" The puzzled y/n asks, turning around in her office chair, only to glance at the busy Lina.

"Uh.." The older woman begins, looking up from her monitor and shaking her head.

"Nope, no sauce. Why?" Lina takes her hand off the computer mouse, sighing before leaning back.

"Everyone has been looking at me, like since- this morning.." y/n rolls her chair forward, holding out her foot, to stop herself from violently slamming into Lina's desk.

"You think? I thought it was because your dress looked cute.."

Lina smirks at her own words, her hand reaching over to grab her purple water bottle, swiftly taking the top off and chugging a couple gulps.

y/n scoffs, glancing down at the dress she's wearing. Yes, of course the dress is cute, that's why she wore it today. But the stares she got were definitely not in appreciation of the cream-colored dress.

"Are you serious? I don't think-"

She's cut off by a loud knock. Both women break eye contact, looking up at the glass doors where someone is standing in front of.

"Jude?" y/n perks up, standing up from her chair and making a beeline towards him. Ignoring the unnecessarily loud and teasing whistle leaving Lina's mouth.

Stepping outside, she furrows her brows, looking around for anyone who could eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Follow me.." Jude can only say, immediately starting to walk down the stairs without sparing another second.

"What are you-" She trails off, sighing in defeat, before following him down, into one of the empty meditation rooms.

She looks at Jude as he locks the door behind them, his hand immediately reaching to wrap around her waist. He pulls her closer than ever, planting a kiss on her lips.

"Something wrong?" She asks, picking up on his stressed out demeanor. Pulling back, she scans his face once again.

"I have to show you something, but don't freak out, yeah? I called your dad already, and he said he'll see what he can do.."

This only sends her into a panic, his warning going over her head as she watches him pull his phone out of his pocket. Arms flexing underneath his training jacket as he moves.

She looks at him with a confused frown on her face, her eyes almost popping out of her head when Jude shows what was so important.

Grabbing the phone out of his hand without thinking, she brings the device closer to her face. A small noise of annoyance leaving her mouth.

It's all photos of the couple, outside during various times they had been on dates for the past- six months.

"This one's from Valencia, and this one's from that night in Mallorca?!" y/n exclaims, hands shaking as she tries to scroll through the other photos. All off guard pictures of them, taken while they were out together, after matches, and even on dates in Madrid.

Noticing how distressed the photos make his girlfriend, Jude grabs his phone out of her hand. Setting it down on the table next to him, he grabs onto her shoulders, making her look up at him.

"It's okay, we prepared for this, remember? I won't let my team put out a statement, apart from legal action. Your dad's handling it with my team, okay?" He brings her frazzled form into a reassuring hug, planting kisses on her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

Of course, just like her boyfriend explains- they knew their relationship couldn't be kept secret for much longer. Jude, being the high profile football player he is, couldn't exactly keep people from prying into his private life.

She knew that the media had caught a whiff of her, even back when they despised each other. The night at Wembley Stadium months ago, had caused a little commotion back then.

The gossip pages and newspapers loved a story containing love, a successful and beloved young man, and not to forget- her having actual connections to the club in both work, and her father's partnership with the club.

To the couple, when they entered the training center or the stadium, they would work at that particular day- it was about work and work only.

When they clocked in, they prioritized working. It would've obviously been very difficult for them to keep their relationship on the low- if they glanced at each other every damn second, while in the same room.

During working hours, they'd greet each other like their other colleagues, acting like they didn't make out the night before in his room.

Unavoidably, the players who knew about them dating, would try their best to sneak little jokes and teases in. The couple would successfully brush off the comments.

Practicing all these months made the perfect facade, but sometimes the jokes were too good not to chuckle, at least very discreetly.

"Okay, I trust you.." She mutters, pressing her face into her chest, a soft hum leaving her mouth. Thoughts and worries swirling through her mind.

"Baby! I'm ready!" I shout, almost falling flat on my face while pulling on my new heels.

These red bottoms were absolute hell to wear, especially since I had just gotten them as a gift, from Jude.

It would take some time before I could break them in, but with how stunning they looked paired with this dress, it was worth the pain, at least tonight.

To celebrate winning the league, Jude and I were finally going on a date. It had been a while since we had been on a proper date night, mostly due to how busy we both have been lately.

Jude with training and I with preparing everything, from interviews to social media posts, and even some press releases that needed to be out before the Champions League final that was in a couple days.

"I'm here.." I walk out of his bedroom, chuckling at the sheer amount of my clothes stuffed in his closet.

We had been staying over at each other's place on and off, but looking at both our closets, you'd think we'd been living together again.

Considering how important the past few weeks had been, Jude had been training a lot. I was especially worried about him and his health, mainly thinking of his shoulder injury.

His doctor and the team's physiotherapist had reassured me personally, but still, I could help but wince every time he touched his shoulder and grunted. Or seeing the multiple, pain-stopping injections, he had to take to play a full ninety minutes.

"You look handsome.." I mutter when reaching the front door, pressing a kiss onto his plump lips, my hands reaching to fix the collar of his button down. My lipgloss leaving a sheen of glitter on his lips, it making me chuckle as he gave me a dumbfounded look.

We’re fairly young, and early in our relationship, we realized that fancy dates weren't really our thing. But tonight was one of the few occasions we'd go all out, and dress up very nicely.

"You look absolutely stunning, love.." He smiles, his hand circling around my waist and down my back, fingers digging into the fabric of my dress.

"Thank you, baby.." I hum, giving him a small wink. A loud chuckle leaves my lips as he attempts to wink back, though, just like every time, it looks like he's got something in his eyes, instead of being cheeky.

"What's so funny, hm?" Jude questions, hands trailing down to grip at my bum, squeezing slightly.

"Mhm, nothing.." I say, reaching up to fix his hair a little. "Should we leave? It's getting late.."

He agrees instantly, and I wrap my arm around his as we walk out of his house. The sun hadn't set yet, mostly because summer was coming soon, and I couldn't wait to enjoy the weather this year, yet again.

"Wait- I didn't grab my keys.." I gasp, eyes going wide as I watch him pull the door shut.

"Oh, you're definitely not driving missy, especially not in those heels.." Jude says, giving me a cheeky smile, and I can immediately sense that he is hiding something.

"You got your license?!" I beam, eyes glistening in happiness. Though, my excitement is cut short when he shakes his head, an embarrassed look on his face.

"No, I did not get my license.."

"Oh.." I say, the corners of my mouth twitching as I hold back a menacing laugh.

"So, you'll be my passenger prince forever?" I bring my hand up to grab onto his bicep, squeezing the muscles as my body leans against his.

"Will you ever stop saying that?" I watch his lips move, eyes glimmering when his lips pull into a slight pout.

"When you get your license, sir. I'll stop calling you my passenger prince..."

"I'm sure you would like a break from it then.." Jude says, his expression changing to a smug one within a split-second, and I follow his lead without thinking.

My uncomfortable heels click against the concrete as Jude leads me outside the gates of the house, a sleek black Rolls Royce parked right in front of the driveway.

"You got a driver for tonight?" I ask, eyes fixated on the, admittedly sexy car.

"Going all out for my lovey tonight. I've got to spoil my girl, always.."

I grin at his sweet words, warmth reaching my face, and I suddenly feel shyness creeping up on me. I shift my gaze for a second, avoiding eye contact with him and staring at the concrete.

"Aw, is my pretty girl shy now? You weren't like this a moment ago, huh?" A soft noise of protest leaves my mouth at the loving words. My breath hitching as he presses a kiss on my neck, right against my jugular.

"Come on, love. We'll be very late to our reservation if I keep you here longer.." Jude gives me a charming smile, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me towards the car, making me forget whatever my thoughts were before he'd made my heart flutter.

"I'm sweating literal buckets. I can't even breathe properly right now.." My eyes immediately shift to Luis, my right eye twitching, just like it has been on and off this entire day. The stress and anxiety of this all had been building up in us both, causing actual physical symptoms to show.

"Ask me about it, I went peeing two times already, and we're just seventy minutes into this match.." I say, wiping my sweaty hands down my black jeans. The laptop and phone on my lap shaking, as I bounce my knee up and down in anticipation.

My heart also leaped in my throat every time Jude got fouled. Checking the stats confirmed my suspicion, he currently is the most fouled player on the pitch.

I obviously knew it was a part of the game, but considering his injury- I couldn't help but be worried.

"Fuck, I swear if we score, I'm going to lose my shit." Luis says, running a hand through his curly hair, and I can almost feel the nerves radiating off of him.

Well, all 90.000 people in Wembley Stadium feel the exact same way right now. From supporters to chairmen of both respective clubs, sitting on the edge of their seats as we all watched the Champions League final between Real Madrid and Borussia Dortmund unfold, live in front of our own two eyes.

My breath hitches in my throat as we're given a corner. The grip on my phone getting tighter as Luis glances at me.

"Okay, we got this, Toni's so experienced-"

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus.." I exclaim, grabbing onto Luis' shoulder to calm him down.

"You can't exactly focus with 90,000 people screaming.." He replies, glancing at me.

I open my mouth to speak, but decide to spare my breath, and stop breathing in anticipation.

Right, at that moment, Toni kicks the ball from the corner flag, it flies upwards as we watch both our players and Dortmund players scramble in front of the goal.

Finally, Dani jumps up and GOALLLL!!

The entire Madridista side jumps up in celebration, my devices almost slipping out of my hand and onto the floor as we jump up to cheer as loud as we can.

"I'm going to kiss Dani's forehead after this!" Luis screams, making me choke on my laughter. I hurry up and return my attention back to my devices, as happy as we were, we still had our job to do and execute.

I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm down, before we both go back to doing our jobs.

Our wishes and prayers for a second goal aren't that far away, time-wise. Dortmund player Maatsen tries passing the ball, due to a wrong estimation, Jude gets the ball instead, shooting to Vini.

He goes on to score the second banger of the night. The stadium erupts in both cheers of happiness and screams of protest.

It's even louder than after the first goal, and we know it's only a matter of five minutes before our boys secure the victory over this season's Champions League..

y/n fixes her shirt for the nth time, trying to fidget with something before she loses her mind. Standing in the tunnel, she glances at Luis. Both of their eyes glimmering, as they wait for the families of the players to enter the pitch to celebrate the win.

They were insanely busy with handling their work, channelling their emotions into doing their job, to make sure it's all taken care of before they were done for the night. The automated system, consisting of already edited work, would take care of the rest from now on...

"Dude, what just happened?.." Luis whispers, glancing at the equally mesmerized girl next to him.

"We won!" She squeals, letting her excitement and happiness show as she hugs Luis. "Fuck, I don't even know what I would do if we lost. I'd actually be having a breakdown right now.."

Luis hugs her back, patting her head affectionately.

"You've worked very hard, y/n. Thank you for being my best friend and best colleague.." He says, giving her a brotherly smile.

"Thank you too, older brother.." She laughs, voice slightly teasing, as she pats his shoulder.

"Oh, I think we can join the celebrations.." He says, pointing to the families they’ve gotten very close with over the years.

The familiar faces joining their loved one on the pitch to celebrate this huge milestone in their careers.

"Come on.." Luis says, dragging her along and onto the pitch.

She looks around, a permanent smile plastered on her face as she's overwhelmed by the emotions running through her body.

"Dani!" Luis shouts, and y/n watches him run up to the goal scorer, just like his promise- Luis plants a fat kiss on the athlete's head.

y/n laughs loudly at the interaction, making eye contact with Dani’s wife, and laughing even harder at her confused expression.

She shakes her head at her best friend’s antics. Realizing she's alone now, she freezes. Cameras were absolutely everywhere at the moment, and she was absolutely sure at least one was pointed towards her.

The weeks following the photos of their dates being leaked were quite turbulent, with a lot of support, but also criticism- it was very difficult to ignore the reactions.

She wasn't anywhere close to wanting to be a public figure of some sort, so the attention was putting a lot of pressure on her.

But loving a star athlete, like Jude meant having to sacrifice some part of her privacy. If it meant she could run up to him now, and kiss his face a couple of times.

Then screw privacy, she'd throw that all away to get to him right now.

Her eyes darting to the rest of the enormous pitch again, frowning when she can't find the boy she's so desperately looking for.

Finally, after squinting a whole lot, and definitely causing damage to her eye muscles, she finally makes eye contact with the equally lost looking Jude.

He's standing in between both his parents, arms around them as he looks around wearily.

Jude's eyes immediately light up in relief when he spots y/n, mumbling something to his smiley parents before he makes a run for it.

Within seconds, he's by his girlfriend's side, and she jumps up to wrap her legs around his waist in greeting. He pulls her flush against him in a tight embrace. y/n cups his jaw tenderly to place multiple kisses on his face.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, baby.." She breathes out, cut off as he presses his lips onto hers, exhilarating kiss that makes them forget other people are around, and especially the hundreds of cameras and phones filming the pitch.

He catches her lips, plump lips sucking onto her bottom lip before they're forced to pull back for air. They pant, faces warm, and cheeks hurting from how much they'd smiled within the past couple minutes.

"I'm proud of you too, baby. Come on, you're my family too. Forget about work and the cameras here for me, yeah?”

She plants her shoes back onto the grass when he lowers back on the floor. She looks down as he grabs onto her hand. Playing with her fingers as he makes eye contact with her.

Reaching up, she swipes at a piece of grass stuck on his temple, probably from being fouled earlier, she chuckles at the sight, biting her lip.

“Come on, then. Your parents are waiting..” She says, turning and dragging him along the pitch. Skipping towards his awaiting, happy parents. Who look at them with an infinite amount of joy and proudness in their eyes.

“He’s a winner! Jude’s our winner!!”

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years ago

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet. (Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo)

AN- Here lately I've been making friendship bracelets and thought this would be a fun idea! I hope you enjoy and let me know if you'd like to see a part two with more characters! (Find part 2 with Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)

Characters- Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo.

Warnings/Content-Fluffy, Minor mentions of violence/blood, Very Suggestive/NSFW themes in Doffy and Shanks's part.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ More under the cut

Ace

🔥Ace would in utter shock, saying something like “You really made this for me???” 🥺

🔥After you confirm it is, be prepared to be pulled into the biggest most heartfelt hug you’ll ever experience in your life (He couldn't help it, he was just so happy :)

🔥As we all know Ace can be pretty crafty, so I feel he would learn how to make them so he could give you one too!

“Y/N! Y/N!” Ace came running up to you with his signature wide smile painted on his face.

“Hey Ace.” You return the smile as he catches his breath. "What's up?"

“Close your eyes and hold your hand out!” You do as Ace asked and feel something slip over your wrist. “And open!” You look down and see Ace had made you a bracelet. “And the best part.” He held his wrist up next to yours, showing off the bracelets you'd made for each other. “We match now!”

Totally didn’t take him 100 different times to make it because he kept accidentally setting the twine on fire. With that being said, the poor Moby Dick almost caught on fire 100 different times.

(Thank you Marco for making sure that didn’t happen.)

🍍- You're welcome, yoi.

Roger (SFW)

🗡️-The king of the pirates absolutely lost his mind when you gave him the bracelet

🗡️-Thinks of it as a good luck charm (he would do something corny like kissing it before going into a fight)

🗡️-Shows it off to everyone and I mean everyone (especially enemies)

“Look at what my sweet Y/N made for me.” Roger held his wrist out to the confused pirate laying half dead at his feet.

“Who cares, It’s just a stupid bracelet.” Stupid???? The bracelet that you worked so hard on?

“Aww he didn’t mean that.” Roger cooes at the bracelet, causing the now even confused man below to quirk his bloody brow.

“Are you insane? It’s just a-“

“DIVINE DEPARTURE!”

(“Oh wow what a lovely bracelet!”-- Literally everyone who witnessed the scene above.)

♬~Smart ways to live~ ♬ ~So many smart ways to live~♬

Marco (SFW)

🍍 When you gave Marco the bracelet you didn’t get much of a reaction because he was super busy doing paperwork

🍍 He’d pull you down for a quick kiss before saying “I love it.” without even looking at it

🍍 But he didn’t have to look at it to know he loved it, it already met the requirements because you made it.

“Wake up sleepy head, I need you to sign off on this.” Thatch threw a report on Marco’s desk, rudely waking up the blonde up from his much needed nap. “Nice bracelet by the way.” Marco raised a brow hearing the man holding back laughs.

“Yeah it is nice because Y/N made it for me.” Marco held his wrist up with a smirk, attempting to make the other man jealous.

“Oh I know~” Thatch could no longer control his laughter as he pointed at the bracelet. “It’s pretty obvious she did.”

“Huh?“ Marco grabbed his glasses and took a closer look to see what had the chef doubled over in tears. “Are you serious?” His hand slams over his face after seeing what the beads on the bracelet spelled out. “I swear that girl is going to send me to an early grave.” He stood up and shoved the now signed paper into his friend's chest. “You tell no one about this." Marco glared daggers at the laughing man. "Thatch.."

“Oh don't worry, I won’t .” Thatch smiled innocently while slowly making his escape. “Y/N’s babygirl.”

"THATCH!"

(Needless to say the entire Whitebeard crew knew within five minutes.)

Shanks (NSFW)

❤️ He loves anything you give him, and I mean anyyything

❤️ You could give him a single grain of sand and he would go show it off to the whole world

❤️ So when you came up to him holding a bracelet that you had hand made, he was over the moon smitten.

“Shanks hold your hand out?”

“Which one?”

…..

“That was funny and you know it was!” You roll your eyes as the red haired man starts laughing at his own joke.

“Just hold your one and only hand out for me please and thank you.” He's all smiles as you roll on the bracelet before adjusting it to fit snug against his wrist.

“Aww you really made this for me?” His grin grows wider while taking a closer look at it. “Um, sweetheart this is real thoughtful and all, but does it really have to say #1 DILF?” He looks up at you with a raised brow.

“Yes it does.” You hold out your hand to show off the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. “Otherwise we won’t match.”

“DILF destroyer huh?” Shanks smirks. “I’m curious to see just what kind of “destroying” you can do when I have you whimpering under me.”

(You literally cannot win with this man.)

Doffy (NSFW)

🦩He looks down on the bracelet on his wrist with a rather displeased expression

🦩In all honesty he found it quite adorable that you put time and effort into making something for him

🦩But it’s what you called it that has him unamused

“What did you just call this thing?”

“It’s a friendship bracelet…”

“How ridiculous.”

“You don't like it?..” Doffy notices the dejected look on your face and with a flick of his wrist, pulls you into his lap.

“Don’t get me wrong my sweet girl, I do appreciate it. But..” A wicked smirk forms on his face while large hands trail down your curves, slowly making their way under your skirt. “I’d say me and you are…. a little more than ‘friends’~, wouldn’t you agree?”

(The same bracelet decorated hand found its way around your throat as he proved his point to you.)

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fallingdownhell · 2 years ago

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Could I request reader getting mad and giving a scathing "the reason you suck" speech at someone who's discrediting her man with Diluc, Kaeya, Al-Haitham, Zhongli and Childe?

Uhhh, someone likes to be feisty.. I see how it is. Sometimes you just gotta let all that pent up anger out, preferably at someone who deserves it. I got you <3

Characters Included: Diluc; Kaeya; Alhaitham; Zhongli

Content: gender neutral reader; cursing; cussing out people; nothing else, I think

Word count: 2,6k words

Thank you for your request!<3

Diluc

Diluc sighed as he put away the last dried glass onto the shelve behind him, finally being able to breath properly.. or at least that's what he had hoped for, but a particular customer was being really roudy today.

The man in question was a travelling bard, originating from Fontaine, who recently came to Mondstadt. He begged Diluc to let him perform at Angel's Share, hoping to make some money to continue his travels.

Diluc agreed after some time, yet immediately regretted it once the man started "singing". It was so out of tone, just horrible to listen to. Worst part was that, after getting paid, the bard instantly burned all of his earned money on drinks.

He got drunk rather quickly, now being loud and rude to the other customers who were starting to clear up the place since it was close to closing time.

You had been sitting on one of the tables on the lower level, a little bit further away from the crowd, but as things started to clear up, you went and sat on the bar, waiting for Diluc to finish up so you could both go home together.

After a few more minutes, it was only you and Diluc, plus the drunk man left in the tavern. Diluc tried to get him to leave kindly at first, but the man didn't respond too well to his request.

"The fuck do you want from me, you fucking asshole? Get the fuck out my sight and get me another drink!", he hiccuped in between his sentences.

When Diluc refused to serve him any more, he got even more agitated. "The fuck's that supposed to mean? Do you talk to all your customers like that you dick? 'm surprised you still got patrons, the booze isn't even that great here!"

You've had enough of it at this point. You listened to his shit far too long today, and you kept your mouth shut. But when it comes to him insulting and downplaying your boyfriend, that was were you drew a line.

So, without a word, you got up and stepped in front of Diluc, getting between the two men. As the drunkard was staring at you, confused on what you wanted from him, you took a deep breath in.

"The only asshole I see around here, is you! You ruined everyones evening today! Your so called "singing" sucked ass, and you reek of alcohol. No wonder no one wants to interact with you with how aggressive you're getting. Now, you better hurry the fuck out before I go completely insane on you calling my boyfriend such things, you coward!"

The two man looked at you, one with surprise but also some sense of pride, while the other became scared. He shrinked more and more with every word that left your mouth and by the end of your speech, he was hurrying to get out of his seat and left the tavern as quickly as his shaky feet would let him.

You sighed and turned around, facing Diluc now. "I'm sorry. I know you could have handled that yourself, but it just pissed me off how he was talking to you."

Diluc just smiled down at you, pulling you in for a quick, passionate kiss. "Don't apologize. I quite enjoyed seeing this feisty side of you. Just don't let it become a habit."

You blushed but nodded at him, which only made him chuckle. After that, you helped him finish to clean up, then went home with him. It may have been just your imagination, but you thought that he was holding you a bit closer to him this night...

Kaeya

You have been growing more and more irritated throughout the entire day as you witnessed your boyfriend Kaeya running through the city.

That was already an odd enough thing for him to do, since he was normally locked in his office the entire day. You didn't know what was going on, but still kept an eye on him whenever you saw him running by.

He didn't seem stressed or agitated, so you didn't mind too much, so long as he wasn't going to do any more overtime.

But then later, you noticed another man approaching Kaeya every so often, especially as he got closer to the end of his work day. It wasn't a knight or other shop keeper, as Kaeya had been talking to almost only those people the entire day for whatever mission he was currently on.

The man was just a normal civilian, walking up and talking to Kaeya. At first, it seemed like a normal conversation, but every time he walked up to your boyfriend again, he got progressively louder and angrier each time.

You weren't exactly happy with the situation, but you also knew that your boyfriend could handle it on his own, which was the only reason why didn't walk up to them to give that guy a piece of your own mind.

That, however, changed when you stumbled into them again. The two of them were currently standing just outside the main city gates, the two guards who keep watch looking between each other, not knowing what to do, as that guy was now full on screaming at Kaeya.

Seeing that, you wouldn't take that. If Kaeya wasn't about to tell off that man for his blatant disrespect, then you would.

You had no idea why the guy was being that way in the first place, but you also didn't care.

As you got closer to the group, his shouts became clearer to you, now understanding what he was saying.

"... damn knight of Favonius! What are you even good for, except exploiting us citizens? And you! You're the worst of them all!"

"Now, now. How about we all calm down first, and then-!", Kaeya tried to calm the man down, but he wasn't having any of it.

"No, I'm not gonna calm down! I am rightfully upset and you can't tell me what to do, Mister Knight!", the guy said in a mocking tone, it was clear he was looking down at all of them.

This was also the moment you arrived at the scene, as well. Walking straight past the two guards and Kaeya. You could feel their confused looks on your back, but you ignored them as you came to a hold in front of that guy, your face looking furious. Before he could take a breath to start another one of his monologues, you cut in.

"You shut up right now! I don't know what your fucking problem is, but I've had enough of you following around and bothering my boyfriend, yelling and insulting him." You pointed a finger to his face as you leaned more towards him, making the man back up a little, to try and get away from you.

"Is your life so miserable and boring that you have to take your frustrations out on other people? Do you have nothing else to do? Are you just that pathetic?"

You looked at him, eyes stone cold as you expectantly waited for him to answer. The guy looked from you, to Kaeya, then back to you, before he turned and ran away from the situation.

"Hmpf. That's what I thought..", you mumbled under your breath, turning around and walking into the city again, but not before grabbing Kaeya's hand and pulling him along with you.

He let you do so, having the biggest of smirks on his face as he witnessed the scene unfold before him. He made a mental note to applaud and thank you later, when you two were in the privacy of your home again..

Alhaitham

He wasn't cut out for the role of Acting Grande Sage..

Not only did he himself say that all of the time, complaining about the increase in work he had to accomodate. But all the other sages were saying the same thing, complaining to others about how Alhaitham wasn't doing enough, how he had to commit himself to the Act more.

Your boyfriend, however, paid no mind to those people, even less their complaints about him. He has already resigned from the Role of Acting Grande Sage and was only waiting for a new candidate to be chosen so he could finally step down and return to his work as the Scribe of the Academiya.

Currently, you were walking down the hallways of the Academiya, going for the elevator that would take you to the upper levels, where Alhaitham's temporary office was situated. Since he got his promotion, you always went to fetch him after the work day was done so you two could walk home together.

As you were riding the elevator upwards, you started hearing voices, getting louder and louder the closer you got to your destination. You were confused about the meaning of this, but you were bound to find out very soon.

As you arrived, you realized that Alhaitham seemed to be currently in a very heated argument with two other, older scholars. Well, more like the two of them were aggressively talking to him, while he remained silent.

Alhaitham was the only one to notice your arrival, seeing as the other two were too absorbed into their own little world, telling off your boyfriend.

You started approaching his desk, Alhaithams eyes following you as you walked up the stairs.

One of the scholars then noticed his attention wasn't on them anymore, which only served as fuel to his already bad mood and his manors.

"What, so the Acting Grande Sage now thinks he's better than us, so he doesn' have to pay attention to the "simple" people? You better turn your attention back to us because we are far from done here. I don't care if it's gonna take all night, but you have to do your work just as much as everyone else here. Just because you helped our Archon does not make you better than anyone else!"

His outburst ticked you off as you come to a sudden hold behind those two scholars, who still haven't noticed your arrival at the scene. It was silent for a few seconds as noone said another word after this.

Originally, you planned to ignore those scholars, simply walk around them to greet your boyfriend and take him home with you. But after that, it didn't feel right not to say anything.

Alhaitham noticed your change in demeanor as well. He leaned back with a slight grin on his lips, planning to enjoy what was going to follow.

"And what do you think gives you the right to talk to other people like this?", you said, tone noticeably pissed off. The scholars turned around, surprised by your sudden presence. Yet, you didn't give them a chance to answer, you just continued on.

"He is better than you, in one aspect, at least. He can hold his temper and treat other people with respect. Unlike you, he doesn't go around insulting and blaming other people for apparently not doing their work. Which isn't even true, what do you think he's doing here all day? Now, if you have nothing smart to say, please excuse us."

Upon ending your tirade, you look over to your boyfriend pointedly. He got the hint, got up and walked over to you. You took his hand as you led him towards the elevator, leaving those two scholars behind, who looked dumbfounded at you still.

You paid them no mind, however, as you tried to focus on your breathing, trying to calm down on the ride to the lower levels. After a few moments, you felt Alhaithams arm wrap around your waist.

You knew he wasn't the biggest fan of PDA, but in this situation, it seemed he could make an exception. You smiled at him, leaning against his side a bit more, but you still failed to notice the grin that was still plastered on his face from witnessing this scene...

Zhongli

Seeing as your boyfriend is the Ex-Geo Archon of the nation of Liyue, he naturally had a very expanded knowledge accumulated over the years he's been alive.

Nowadays, after giving away his gnosis, he likes to subtly share that knowledge with other people and scholars when he's not busy at his place of work.

Often times, when meeting with other scholars to discuss some topics he asked you if you wanted to accompany him. He accepts whichever answer you give him, not expecting anything from you, but he does enjoy your presence at his side.

Today, he had been invited onto the Pearl Galley to discuss some topics on ancient Liyue history with some scholars from Sumeru, and he asked for your company again.

Since you had nothing else planned for the day, you agreed to his invitation, setting off so you wouldn't miss the event shortly after.

Usually, during those meetings, you always set beside him, respectful of the people around you and the fact that you were out in public. However, somewhere along the way, you always ended up sitting in Zhongli's lap. Wether it was because you were growing uncomfortable on your chair, or simply because Zhongli wanted you closer to him, didn't matter. It just happened..

And so it did today as well. At some point, you were getting a bit bored, having heard the storys of the current topic from your boyfriend a few times already, so you decided to climb onto his lap and doze off a bit.

Zhongli didn't bat an eye to it, having already expected something like this to happen. Other people threw some weird glances at the two of you, but didn't say anything else, deciding to just turn back to the conversation at hand.

You dozed in and out while Zhongli held you, listening to the conversation only with one ear. That was, until one man decided to spring up from his table, slamming his fist down, hard. The sudden sound startled you, opening your eyes again to locate to source.

The man was standing, his head red as a tomato as he seemed furious about something. Confused, you looked at him, then around at the table. Zhongli remained utterly calm as he continued to stare at the guy, while the other scholars remained seated but tried to calm down their companion.

"No! Fuck off! Where do you think you're taking the right to just state your theories like they are proven facts? I know you're old as fuck but that doesn't give you the right to disregard our hard work and own theories like that, you bastard!"

The guy yelled, grabbing the attention of the entire ship. People around you started to whisper, now totally engaged within the situation. You were baffled at his words, turning to look at your boyfriend who seemed to be unbothered by it. He didn't seem like he was going to say anything..

But you just couldn't let that stand..

"The only bastard I see around here, is you! What, just because someone doesn't share your opinion and challenges you, you freak out and start to insult them? That's pathetic behaviour, if you ask me. Go and cry about it to your mommy and daddy, since they obviously handle everything for you."

At your words, the guy grew even more furious, but he was also rendered speechless. Before the situation could escalate any more, his other friends dragged the guy away, leaving only you and Zhongli back at the table.

People around you looked for a while more until they started to settle back, turning to their own business again.

You were still sitting in your boyfriends lap, mumbling under your breath, when he leaned down to you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, Darling. You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate you defending me all the same."

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xkaidaxxxx · 1 year ago

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Zuko x chubby reader

Mentions: body shaming, foul language, angst,aggression, lying, fluff?!

Simple! :) sorry for errors.

“You look very beautiful y/n.” Katara mentioned "Thanks. I decided it's time for a change." You replied. Katara's complement made you blush. Sokka was surprisingly good at cutting hair. He gave it layers and added braids that held your hair back. “ I agree with Katara” Mai spoke. You instantly felt horrible with the new hairstyle. Mai isn’t the one to express her feelings so that comment made you believe otherwise. Perhaps cutting your hair shouldn't have crossed your mind.

Aang noticed you playing with the charm bracelet you wore. It tells him a lot about how you feel. He noticed you'd touch a certain charm with the emotion you were feeling, such as anger, happiness, sadness, anxiety, etc.“Katara is right y/n. It suits you! Sokka did a great job.” He spoke. He had that nice big smile. “ New hair cut? Looks nice” Zuko said patting your back. You’ve been dating him for 4 months and you’re very thrilled about it. He’s very kind and romantic when alone with you.

The day went on by. Everyone was calm. You can hear the ocean tides and feel the wind blowing. “Tell her. I’m tired of hiding.” Mai said. Zuko rubbed his temples. “It’s not that simple Mai. I can’t dump her out of the blue.” He responded. You heard them. “You don’t even like her. Why did you agree on dating her?” Your tears slipped. You didn’t want to hear his answer. “Because…she’s saved me many times..and I felt bad. It looked like she was going to cry if I said no.That and how many guys do chubby girls date? Almost never. I’m giving her a little hope.” You cried silently. You felt sudden saddens and hate. Running towards the ocean Katara called out to you. “ Y/n we’re making lunch! Wanna come help?” You ignored her walking back and forth. The waves following your movement. You made a fist. Your anger was so out of control you created a storm. “ Hey! Y/n you created a problem here!” Sokka yelled as Aang used his air bending to keep the water from drenching them. “Sorry!” You took a few deep breathes calming away the storm and the crazy waves.

“What’s got you so upset?” Katara asked giving you a tight hug. “ I keep losing my arrows. Haha. I overreacted.” She knew you were lying. She’s your most trusted person. Katara understands your personality, sense of humor, and the way you just are. She whispered. “We can talk about it later.” You smiled and nodded. Lunch was yummy. Everyone’s stomach was content.

Another 3 months went by. All the same apparently Zuko still loves you and wants to spend was much time with you as possible. It was such bullshit. You heard him leave with Mai at midnight. You saw how they treated each other. The little things showed everything.

The ride on the ship was wild. Not because there was a storm or someone was throwing arrows,fire rocks or trying to drown you all. Simply because an argument started.

“ you have no right to be upset. I’ve known him longer. You don’t get it.” Mai said with a straight face. You couldn’t believe what she said. The fire nation is insane however a regular family took you in. You eventually met Zuko. “ Have no right to be upset!? Are you kidding me? Yeah, he was your childhood sweetheart or whatever but who followed behind him when he was exiled !? Me! Which one of us cared to help him emotionally? Me! I’ve given him all my love and support even if it meant I’d be killed on the spot for betraying the fire nation. You did nothing but hide underneath Azula’s shadow and power. Yeah, I have every right to be upset.” You replied tears falling down your cheeks. Everyone was witnessing this mess. You were smarter, stronger, and more reasonable than her. “Zuko out of all the mistakes you’ve made. Cheating on me is the worst one. I know I’m beautiful even if I’m skinny or not. Not many chubby girls get boyfriends you sure were right about that. You should’ve rejected me from the start because I don’t need your pity.” You spoke finally feeling relieved. You said everything you’ve been wanting to say. “You heard us that day? Why didn’t you confront us then?” Zuko asked looking Towards Mai and then at you. “I had hope that along the way you’d realize what you did was wrong and you’d fall in love with me. 3 months later it’s the same. Clearly, I was wrong. I’m done. I’m dumping your ass. I hope you feel guilty for body shaming and lying.” You replied holding onto Katara’s arm. You couldn’t help but do so. She’s your best friend since you’ve met her. “ One day there will be an amazing man who will fall in love with you. He’ll love everything about you.” Katara said. You smiled and hugged her. “ Awe!” Aang and Sokka said in unison.

Pt.2 is posted !!!

#prince zuko #zuko #fire lord zuko #zuko x reader #aang #aanglove #sokka #toph #fanfiction #the last airbender #princess azula #fanfic #elements #avatar the last airbender #aang the last airbender #airbending #firebending #earthbending #waterbending

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marchsfreakshow · 2 months ago

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Bewitching [Jimmy Darling]

Fluff? // Hurt/comfort

Opening for Elsa was always a disheartening task. But with Jimmy by your side, how could you keep that frown on your face?

I'm literally amazing everyone thank ICP for creating the song 'Bewitching' because I listened to that song and oh my god; ideas. This is also increasingly stupid lol

No one's perspective.

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Elsa was always the star of the show. It was how it went. Ever since you arrived. No matter how many times you argued with her German persuasion, you eventually caved in. However, you were just a regular person. No deformations or things that were different to the general public.

You were just beautiful.

Elsa wanted to 'floral' up the show a bit before her entrance, and the way she did that was with you. Hours upon hours; you, Ma Petite and Eve created something. Something all of you were convinced wouldn't work.

There on the stage, a flower pot to hold you, some sort of paper mache flower, roots, stems and leaves. Things that could be manuvered easily with just your arms and legs.

The first time Elsa saw it, your heart sort of dropped in nerves. She just stared for a few minutes in silence, unfeeling and unemotional. "It is fine. Put it away until the show tonight."

"Wait I haven't even practiced anything yet!"

"Then practice now!" And she walked off without another word.

"...fuck." you shakily whispered. Nerves, worries and insecurities hitting you like a fucking truck. Part of you, okay all of you, was convinced Elsa didn't want this idea anymore. She saw what was made and now it was so stupid. You'd end up distracting everyone and no one would want to hear her sing anymore. She was convinced people would stay for her performance. Only a half-truth. People wanted the shock value of the freaks. They wanted to make their evening watching the ones who were disregarded from this world.

This whole idea was juvenile now. It felt juvenile. Stupid and worthless. No one would care for this. No one would believe it. They'd call you out, walk out of the place and- "Hey. You got this.." Jimmy's voice snapped you out of your stare, and you rubbed your face of any visible despair. "C'mere.." He placed his hand, hesitantly, on the small of your back, walking you towards the fake plant pot. But, Jimmy did relax when you relaxed into his touch, rather than arching your back away.

Watching the others gather themselves, and sit in the audience seats. "You got this sweetheart, we're all supportin' you." Desirée's reassurance definitely helped you, and you took a deep breath. Hiding yourself in the pot for a moment. You never performed before. Not even a silly little song for Jimmy when it was just you two.

Looking up to Jimmy, you gave a small nod, and he gave a confident smirk. He was used to this...but it never stopped his own insecurities. "Come one! Come all! Witness with your very own eyes, a rarity that was rumoured to exist until...now!"

You raised a hand, paper leaves sticking out of your arm from your glove.

"Found deep within a dark, remote cavern... somewhere beyond the farthest reaches of the Orient!"

Your other arm raised on the other side, darker paper leaves shimmering under dim sunlight as your arms moved hesitantly. Jimmy glanced down at you before he spoke again. A reassuring wink thrown your way.

Jimmy slowly sidestepped around the fake flower pot, continuing his monologue. "Her intense beauty is extremely enchanting...yet she's also the most dangerous..lethal plant known to man!"

You heard everyone give little whoops and cheers. It boosted your confidence and made you feel like you were on top of the world. Jimmy's voice was soothing somehow, despite the fact he was reciting a new monologue that you had written together a few hours prior. "Fine people!"

"Feast your eyes upon the breathtaking.." Jimmy stood behind you, ready to help you up if needed. "Yum Yum Flower!" You shot up in an instant, your eyes meeting everyone within seconds. The sweat on your forehead felt like it was burning your skin, but you blinked and gathered your mindless thoughts. One ankle crossed over the other, keeping pretend lustful eye contact with the men of the freakshow. It felt slightly embarrassing to do this in your normal clothes but you knew it would feel worse with a dark green bodysuit on, your legs more out on your show than any other part of you.

Slowly, you turned in place as Jimmy started to speak again. The tips of his conjoined fingers finding your body. Lightly holding onto you as you spun. "Her beauty, hypnotizing!"

Jimmy was about to continue when Elsa walked back into the main tent. You stopped where you were, blinked back to reality and looked at her. Everyone else did too, and waited for her to talk. "Well, meine hübsche, I must say, it might just bring in a customer or two..." Jimmy's hands were still on your hips, just holding onto you as Elsa spoke. It was oddly comforting. Elsa's words were true, yet laced with disbelief. She never wanted anyone to take her spotlight. Jimmy knew that all too well, and it only made him dig his fingers into you slightly.

You glanced back at Jimmy, slight worry on your face. "But I would recommend some of those...silly paper flowers over the edge. You can teach Salty and Pepper how to make those, little lilies you like so much." Elsa waved everyone off, and walked back out to her own tent.

A heavy sigh left you and your arms dropped finally. Jimmy went to slip the gloves off you, placing them gently on the ground. "I'm sorry.." he apologised into your ear, murmuring your name softly to comfort you. A small smile graced your lips, which made Jimmy smile too. That's all he wanted. "You have such a beautiful smile, y'know that?" He chuckled into your ear, which in turn made you chuckle.

"wanna go back to my caravan for a bit?" He suggested quietly, in which you nodded and let Jimmy take your hand, bringing you out of the made-up pot. After another breath, the both of you headed to Jimmy's caravan. Elsa's grip and need for stardom suddenly felt heavy on your chest, like it did for everyone else.

"Fuck..."

"Hey, daydreamer... you're okay," Jimmy reassured, bringing you down onto his lap, rubbing your back soothingly as your hands went around his shoulders. "You're okay. Elsa..."

"Elsa needs her stardom...it's alright. I understand."

He sighed and nodded, gazing up at you as you almost seemed done with Elsa's 'love' already. Silently, you leaned down and hid your face in his neck, just taking your time to stay in Jimmy's arms.

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Tags: @cameronwillow / @taintandviolent / @oceanblvd111 / @nahoyasboyfriend / @slutforgarlogan / @marchs-hummingbird @american-horror-whore /. @evanpeterspeter / @feefymo / @fear-is-truth / @lacucarachapisser @saintlucretia / @xrag-dollx / @evansroses / @milkdahmer

#jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #jimmy darling x you #jimmy darling x y/n #evan peters #ahs #american horror story #ahs freakshow #american horror story freakshow #freakshow #ahs imagine #ahs fandom #x reader #hurt/comfort #Spotify

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cruisingforcruiserweights · 4 months ago

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OKAY SO

going to try and sum up my many MANY overwhelming feelings about the last night if eurotour (Amsterdam) even if just for myself to look back on

I was a dead man walking thanks to travelling back from the UK by train the same day, and yet the second the lights when down and the music started you would think I'd just woke up from the best night's sleep I'd ever had, he is literally just so magnetic and energising I couldn't help but dance and scream even though my body is definitely paying for it the morning after lmao

seeing him so happy, so grateful, so seemingly conflicted about the tour being over??? saying he missed home but knowing he would miss performing as soon as he got back?? at the end where he had already thanked everyone but it seemed like he kept looking for excuses to stay a few more moments on stage??????? my heart aches for him he truly deserves the world

JOOST coming barrelling onto the stage with a massive grin that never left almost made my heart break too. they've both been through such insane shit but to see them both so happy to be up there and together with friends and each other GOD I wish only more of that for them both

this was legitimately the best gig I've ever been to, I honestly can't think of a time when I've had more fun or met more lovely people and had a chance to share the music I love with friends, and also a chance to share in what he said and definitely seemed to be a very special final night of a very special tour.

unfortunately I also witnessed possibly the worst audience behaviour that I've ever seen in 20 years of regular gig going. shit that I never would have thought would be possible for an artist like kä who is such a beacon of joy and positivity. I won't go into details about it here, I'll save that for another post, but I do want to say that he deserves SO MUCH BETTER than the shit I witnessed in that crowd, what the FUCK.

ANYWAY I LOVE KÄÄRIJÄ I LOVE JOOST I LOVE HÄÄRIJÄ I LOVE DALTONS I LOVE JESSE I LOVE MR BODYGUARD SEE YOU NEXT YEAR

#käärijä #kaarija #joost klein #joost #jae speaks

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 2 months ago

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Halloween 13: the final chapter

note: and now for my last trick... the end is here. This is a direct follow up to chapter 12 & this fic goes out to everyone who has stuck by me and this insane story the past year and a half, and to those who have helped me along the way too. This is my "heart fic" and it's been a whole ride. Thank you for reading the previous chapters if you did, and thank you in advance for reading this one, I hope you will all enjoy it. Happy (early) new year, see you all in a little while... 🖤🦇

warnings: 18+, angst/suggestive etc etc you'll know what to expect if you've read the previous chapters.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

summary: Could you and Sihtric survive another lifetime apart?

word count: 9.1k

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Reblogs & comments are immensely appreciated.

You were crouched down in the asylum corridor, not being able to move as you were in a state of shock. Your eyes were wide, staring at nothing in particular while you tried to take in everything that had happened about an hour ago. Images flashed by of Sihtric being dragged away from you and out of his room, to him fighting off the guards and grabbing the fire axe to butcher Skade to pieces, only for him to then be beaten brutally by the limping guards before being dragged away from you once again.

You looked around the dull and previously all white hallway, now splattered red with fresh blood still dripping from the walls while it slowly darkened as it dried. You felt sick to your stomach before an odd sensation of relief seemed to embrace you, which was soon replaced by panic once you remembered where Sihtric had been taken to; the asylum's basement, which you knew looked an awful lot like a medieval torture chamber.

You managed to get yourself up on your trembling legs, and you slowly stumbled past the mutilated body on the floor. No one noticed you when you almost clumsily made your way to the left wing of the asylum and grabbed a guard's keys without him realising it, as everyone was too busy trying to recover from the horrors they had witnessed too. You had to stop every few steps and grab onto the wall railing to prevent yourself from falling down to your knees. You felt dizzy and you whined softly when you noticed smudges of blood on your hands, blood which clearly wasn't yours. You fought your tears, as well as your breakfast coming back up, and you quickly wiped your hands on your shirt before you continued your way to the basement.

'Sihtric?' you hesitantly called out, 'it's… it's me.'

Your mouth was dry and your breath was unsteady as you carefully walked down the old and slippery stone stairs. You felt a rush of panic as you entered the dank and dark space when you remembered how battered and bruised Sihtric had gotten about an hour ago, right before they dragged him down here.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the dungeon while water dripped from the wet ceiling, filling the eerie quietness. You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard a sudden rattling sound of metal chains nearby. You held your breath while your eyes slowly became comfortable with the very faint daylight, which crept in through the cracks of the old stone walls that reached up just above ground outside, and you then saw a dark figure sit back against the wall across from you.

'There's a torch,' Sihtric's calm voice sounded, 'next to the stairs. There's a lighter too,' he sniffed, and the rattling chain sound followed as he shifted his body slightly.

You noticed the shape of a torch on your right, and your hands searched the shelf next to it for the lighter. You lit the torch and then saw Sihtric on the ground, only a few paces away from you and you gasped at the sight of him. His arms were spread with his wrists captured in old and rusty steel cuffs, which were attached to metal chains, looking equally old and worn. You then realised Sihtric couldn't move away from the wall as those heavy chains were attached to the old brick wall he sat in front of.

'No,' you sobbed and ran over to him, 'oh, God, no,' you took his blood splattered face in your hands and started to cry, 'why are you chained up like-'

'It's fine,' Sihtric hushed you, his voice hoarse, 'I'm fine. It'll be fine.'

He looked up at you and you immediately got lost in his mismatched eyes as the torch flame flickered, casting a comforting warm glow over his perfect face. His perfect face that shouldn't be perfect at all right now, because it shouldn't be possible after every punch and kick he had received earlier to be healed already. And once you fully realised the bruises he had gained an hour ago were nowhere to be seen anymore under the smudged blood on his face, you almost tripped as you quickly backed away from him.

'Y-your face,' you stammered, shocked and almost paralysed with sudden fright, 'how… how,' you whined softly, 'Sihtric, I don't understand-,' you paused when you noticed the cut he had received while breaking the fire axe out of the glass case was also gone, 'and your arm- how?' you almost yelled, then quickly covered your mouth with your trembling hands and whimpered.

Sihtric sighed softly and let his head fall back against the wall.

'Vampire blood,' he said without looking at you, 'it heals me abnormally fast.'

'What?' you asked once you realised what he had said, 'what? I mean… how is that possible?'

'The vampire of Bebbanburg,' Sihtric began, 'many think it's just some story to scare children with at night. But it's true. It's all true.'

'Are… are you him?' you asked, panic rattling through your bones, 'are you a fucking vampire?'

'Don't be crazy,' Sihtric scoffed lightly, 'I'm not a vampire. But I am a descendant, as I told you before. And, yeah, maybe I was him in a previous life. Because I know you and I met in previous lives, but I am not him now. I am not a vampire, but his blood runs through my veins. You can look up the story in the library if you don't believe me, it's filed under local lore-'

'I know the story, Sihtric,' you interrupted, 'we all know the story. But I just don't… I don't understand. I mean, your scars? You heal. Your body heals but how did you get those scars then?'

'Silver blade,' he answered, 'every lasting damage on my body had been caused by silver.'

You stared at Sihtric from across the moist dungeon floor, clearly terrified but maybe even more relieved in an odd way now that you knew he wasn't seriously injured.

'That explains the medication,' you said quietly after a moment, as if only to yourself when everything just clicked, 'it explains why you sober up so fast and why the nurses kept giving you more and more. But you're sober now,' you looked up at him, 'right?'

'I've been sober since I realised where I was earlier today,' Sihtric said and he looked down at the ground, saddened, 'I was sober when I killed Skade and I'm sober now, yes.'

Sihtric looked up at you, troubled, because you didn't say anything and just stared at him. He couldn't read you, he didn't know if you truly believed him and if you were on his side. And then his breath hitched in his throat before he could speak again.

'Please,' he half whispered, 'I don't want you to be afraid of me.'

'I never said I was afraid of you.'

Sihtric smiled at that, but his eyes betrayed his broken heart.

'And yet you're afraid to get near me.'

'No,' you said and crawled closer, placing the torch safely on the wall next to him, 'I'm not afraid of you, Sihtric. But everything… it's just a lot to wrap my head around,' you took his blood splattered face in your hands again, 'and I'm just scared of what's going to happen to you now.'

Sihtric suddenly moved his arms, a sad attempt to try and reach out so he could hold you in his arms, but the chains slammed him harshly back against the cold and sharp wall. His low and frustrated grunt echoed through the dimly lit space, and he dropped his head defeatedly.

'I just want to hold you,' he murmured with a strangled voice, trying to hold himself together for you.

You took his hand and moved closer to the wall he was chained to, pressing your cheek against his palm while you looked at him, and Sihtric began to cry while he shook his head.

'You have to go before they find out you're here.'

'I can't leave you here,' you sniffled and kissed his hand, then cupped his face, 'I can't leave you behind.'

'You'll have to,' he whispered, 'it's okay.'

'It's not okay,' you said, and then desperately began to pull at the chains and their locks, in a futile attempt to release him.

You had stolen a guard's keys, but it was clear that none of those keys could unlock the chains.

'Stop,' Sihtric said weakly, 'please stop.'

You continued to pull the heavy and rusty chains, but to no avail, and it pained Sihtric to see you so hopeless and lost.

'Little bat,' he said, his voice sounding more broken than before, 'stop it, please. There is no way out for me here.'

'There has to be,' you cried and leaned your forehead against his, 'you said it yourself, we're supposed to be together!'

'Maybe I was wrong,' Sihtric argued as he sniffled, 'maybe I was wrong. Maybe this is once again not the right life for us-'

'Don't say that! Please.'

'Just go,' he urged, 'you have to go, darling, please.'

'But I love you,' you barely managed to say out loud.

'I know,' Sihtric said as he shed a few tears, 'I know. And I love you too. In this life and in the next, and in the one after that, always. But you have to go, please, before it's too late. We don't know what the others will do to you when they know you've been here. You have to return those keys, leave no trace behind that you've been here.'

'Sihtric-' you said with a sob, your fingers curled around the neck of his blood stained shirt.

'Go,' he said again, then suddenly leaned in as far as he could to kiss you firmly until his lungs burned, 'go, my little bat, be free of this place. Just… please don't forget about me.'

'I won't forget you, ever,' you said and still tried to contain your tears as they fell, 'I promise I'm coming back for you.'

Sihtric shook his head and kissed you again deeply, lovingly and bruisingly, wanting to imprint the feeling of your lips against his into his mind, as well as the way you tasted so he would remember the sensation of your kiss for as long as he had to endure a life without you. He kissed you with passion and haste, not knowing if he would ever be able to kiss you again. And you tasted the salt of his tears as they mixed with your own. Then, with a shattered heart Sihtric forced you to break the kiss as he looked away, and he once again urged you to go.

'I love you,' he said.

'I love you too,' you cried and reluctantly let go of him.

You then slowly dragged your heavy feet away from him, up the spiralling stairs, not able to look back over your shoulder at the man you were leaving behind. Not able to look back one last time at the man who you also left your heart behind with.

'Wait for me,' Sihtric called after you, 'wait for me in the next life. I will find you again, I promise.'

In the weeks that followed after the massacre in the asylum a lot started to change. New nurses and guards came in, replacing the vile and untrustworthy ones you had worked with before. The asylum also finally gained a new person in charge, as the place had seemed like a ship without a captain since you arrived there, and the new man who ran the place was named Siggtryggr. He seemed kind but also still had to earn your trust before you could try and have Sihtric's records reevaluated for a possible release.

You also couldn't sneak down to the basement anymore, because ever since Sigtryggr's arrival the asylum had working cameras in every corridor again, and you knew you weren't supposed to go down those stairs. The one security flaw you were now thankful for was the fact that the cameras never recorded anything before, which was so no one would ever have any proof of the horrors that had been going on in the place for years, but it also meant there was nothing that could ever come back to haunt Sihtric about Skade's murder.

You were wary of all the new people and, since only one former guard remained, Haesten, you saw him as your only way to keep an eye on Sihtric without raising suspicion, as he was now the guard tasked to bring Sihtric his food and medication several times a day. And by keeping Haesten close you could also make sure he would never run his mouth about the murder, or about the secret romance you and Sihtric had that he was clearly aware of.

The first thing you fixed after Skade's death was Sihtric's medication, by replacing his pills with identical looking placebos. You didn't tell anyone about it, and you didn't have to, because you had managed to put yourself in charge of the apothecary when the asylum was still a mess before Sigtryggr appeared, and luckily he was fine with you being the head of the pharmacy. Every day you gave cups with the non working medication to Haesten, who would bring it down to Sihtric along with some food and water.

You worked almost non-stop, mainly because it was your only way to make sure that Sihtric wouldn't be further damaged and tortured. And whenever you weren't working you researched the vampire lore Sihtric told you about. You already knew the basics of the story, as it was like every tragic horror story; an undead being falls in love with a living being, and after having a passionate romance they are separated. That story wasn't new information, but what was new information was the fact that, once you went down several rabbit holes in the library, you discovered numerous historic records that re-told the story through time. All the stories spoke about a creature and a beautiful lady who fell in love but got torn apart, and none of the tales were entirely the same.

What made you question your sanity for a while was when you realised that every tale's description throughout time of the two doomed lovers matched yours and Sihtric, that was the one consistent fact you found back in every story over and over again. And to make matters worse, all the tales that had been written down matched the vivid dreams you've had during your sleep throughout your whole life. You wholeheartedly believed in anything spiritual, supernatural and paranormal, so you knew this wasn't a coincidence and you knew that Sihtric really had to be a descendant of the vampire. Or that perhaps he truly had been the vampire himself in another life and that you had been his long lost love.

But no matter what exactly the truth was, you were not going to allow yourself to be a doomed lover once again. Not in this life.

Sihtric was cold and tired, exhausted even, which he thought was funny. Because how could he possibly be exhausted when he didn't do anything at all. All he could do was sit on that cold and wet floor, leaning back against the equally cold and wet brick wall, its sharp pieces of stone poking his skin and scratching him open from time to time. Luckily he healed fast, but more often than not he wished he didn't heal at all. To endure another life without you was his version of Hel, and he didn't want to live through it again.

He had tried to keep count of the days, to recall how long it had been since he had last seen you. How long it had been since he had last heard your voice in his ears and tasted your kiss on his lips… but too much time had passed, and he couldn't remember exactly how long it had been. All he knew was that it had been too long.

Sihtric had contemplated his options to escape. But, sure, he knew he could break out of these chains, but then what? He could not expect to just walk out of his cell and wave a polite goodbye as he left the asylum gates, no… escaping wasn't an option. The only thing that kept him somewhat sane was the fact that every few days Haesten would tell him about you, that you were still working upstairs and hadn't forgotten about him.

Sihtric also soon began to realise that the medication he was still forced to take didn't affect him anymore. At first he thought it was actually his mind playing tricks on him, that he truly did need the medication to feel normal. But once he began to understand that there was no rebound waiting to kick in he figured the medication was tampered with. He began to question Haesten about it who refused to answer at first, until he realised Sihtric wasn't dropping the question and asked him every day for weeks on end.

'Your girlfriend up there is in charge of your meds,' Haesten eventually sighed, 'that's all I know, okay?'

And to that Sihtric simply smiled, before he down another cup of placebos, because he now knew you were looking out for him.

That knowledge kept him sane. It kept him sane knowing you still cared, that and the fact he did have some form of company in that dungeonesque prison of his; a couple of rats. Their squeaking had irritated him at first, as the rats would often fight over some crumbs Sihtric had spilled after he received his daily tray of food, but he soon began to enjoy their company and even managed to earn their trust.

He learned the rats were smart and rather friendly. He was only bitten twice in the process of taming them, once in his finger and once in his nose. But it didn't take long before the rats allowed Sihtric to pick them up from time to time, and they didn't mind the hours-long ear scratches they received from him either. And so a couple of rats were his only company, for who knew how long…

'How is Sihtric?' you asked Haesten, weeks after you had last seen your locked up lover.

'He is okay,' Haesten said quietly, 'he eats and drinks well. I throw a bucket of water over him every other day, you know,' he shrugged with a chuckle, 'to bathe him. And he allows me close enough to let me sort of maintain his facial hair. It's been a while,' he continued, 'his hair is fully grown out now. It took me a while but he finally let me cut his hair decently because, well, it had grown uneven since he had kept one side shaved before he got thrown down there. You wouldn't recognise him now, I'm afraid. He looks like a barbarian with his long and messy hair. He's always cold though, you know, it's pretty damn cold in that place.'

'God,' you sighed, and your heart ached, 'there is a robe in his room, make sure he gets that on, please. And what about his medication? Is he taking it?'

'He is,' Haesten confirmed, 'but I'm not sure if it works. It seems he has befriended the rats who live down there,' he laughed, 'I hear him talking to the creatures every now and then when I bring him food. He's losing his mind, if you ask me. He also kept asking me who is in charge of those damn pills for a while.'

'What did you tell him?'

'I told him that you are in charge,' he shrugged.

'And what did he say to that?'

'Nothing,' Haesten furrowed his brow, 'he just smiled and downed his pills. Strange boy, that one,' he said and then left your office.

You sat back in your chair and stared up at the ceiling, which you did every day when you were working. Your mind had gone over countless plans to break Sihtric free, but none were solid enough to get away with. You knew the asylum's way of operating was changing, you just weren't sure about that Sigtryggr guy yet. So all you could do was wait for a miracle in order to set the love of your life, and the love of your past lives, free for once and for all.

Days, weeks and months passed before you finally started to believe Sigtryggr was not the enemy. He truly wanted the best for the people who lived in the asylum, and you had finally worked up the courage to knock on his office door one afternoon to discuss Sihtric's situation.

'And this Sihtric guy is innocent?' Sigtryggr asked, half shocked and half amused by the gruesome and almost fairy-tale-like story you had just told him.

'Yes,' you said, '... and no. Look, he has done terrible things, yes, he killed Skade and it was wrong but you have to understand he was more or less forced to do that. I documented everything that was done to him and what he did in the time I've been working here.'

You grabbed a stack of papers out of your bag and placed them on Sigtryggr's desk.

'Sir,' you said quietly as you leaned in, 'terrible things have happened here, and not just to Sihtric. A lot of patients here have been victims of the former guards and nurses, but there is not much proof. You know too that the cameras weren't working and that a lot of patient files are incomplete.'

'I do know,' your boss agreed, 'and I am changing that. You know I am reviewing every patient and their files here to get a better understanding of what went down and how to move forward. I have spent a fortune to hire new staff and to get the patients the proper security and care they need.'

'And I am grateful,' you said, 'but you have to review Sihtric's case.'

'In time I will, but you know I have a lot of cases to review. I have read parts of his files but-'

'No,' you said and leaned in over his desk even further, 'you don't understand. That man in that basement hasn't seen decent daylight in months and not a single nurse has been doing check ups either. You can't hold him there,' you stressed, 'please! Please, I beg you. Let me see him. I know he is considered a danger and no one is allowed to go down there except for the guard, but at least let me see him if you won't look into his files yet.'

'You know I can't do that,' Sigtryggr said, truly feeling sorry for you and the clear state of desperation you were in, 'I can't let you see someone who has murdered one of our own. I believe your good intentions, and I admire how you see the good in everyone, but from what I do know about him… I just can't risk it. If you get hurt then that's on me, and that's not something I will allow to happen. I am trying to get this asylum back on track again, to rid it of the darkness that has taken place inside these walls. I cannot afford an incident to happen. I will review his files as well as his mental and physical health, but I have to do that for every patient here, not just him. This is going to take time.'

'How long?'

'I can't say for sure, I'm sorry. For now I have decided the best way to go about it is to work through the files in alphabetical order. I'm afraid he will have to just stay put until I can make up my mind about him-'

'So you will just let a man who has been medicated out of his mind rot away in a prison?' you sneered as tears prickled in your eyes, 'that is not ridding this place of darkness, sir, that is trying to ignore the darkness until it dies.'

You were quick to wipe away the tears before they fell down, then you grabbed the stack of papers from his desk and turned on your heels.

'You know,' Sigtryggr said before you left out the door, 'maybe the darkness of this place is what's kept down in that basement.'

It drove you mad at night and it started to get at you during the day too. You became snappy to your new colleagues and you made mistakes with other patients' medication. You were overwhelmed with your own emotions and not able to properly look after yourself anymore due to it all. All you could think about was Sihtric and how to get to him, it was like an obsession and it began to take over your whole life. You thought of just murdering everyone in your way to get him out, it was unrealistic and you knew that, but it seemed to be your only option.

Sigtryggr kept his word, he truly was working his way through the endless stack of patient files and got their health checked by a trustworthy professional. It was a slow process, and in the meantime the atmosphere in the asylum did improve greatly, but unfortunately that wasn't enough for you.

You and Sihtric had been separated for almost a year, and your patience was nonexistent anymore. You didn't know exactly how far Sigtryggr was in the alphabet with his files, but you couldn't bear living like this anymore. Haesten kept you updated about Sihtric's health when he could, but you simply had to see Sihtric yourself to believe it. You knew Haesten only spilled the whole truth to those who promised him good things in return, and you didn't have anything to offer to the guard. So there was a good chance that Sihtric had died weeks ago and he just didn't care to tell you.

Until one late afternoon you finally saw your chance…

Haesten was not a guard who was known to be reckless, but after bringing Sihtric his daily dose of placebos he suddenly made a grave mistake. You had been pacing back and forth near the door, waiting for the guard to come back up so you could fire your questions about Sihtric. You startled Haesten as soon as he closed the door behind him, which led to him answering your questions with clear agitation and he became impatient when you kept asking more and more. And as he tried to escape you and your worries as fast as he could, he had completely forgotten the fact he had left the keys on the door after turning the lock.

You froze when you saw it. It was a miracle, a gift, something that just had to be too good to be true that it simply couldn't be real. But it was… the key was right there, as were the keys that could unlock the handcuffs. Your mouth went dry and you carefully looked up to the cameras without moving your head. You knew that the camera above you did not directly film the door you were in front of, but it was actually placed to film the corridor leading to the door. Since the hallway had a deadend with no escape route possible, Sigtryggr didn't think it was necessary to film the door because whoever would go in and out of it would be caught on camera anyway, and to film the door it would mean to spent more money to put an extra camera up. Therefore you knew for a fact that no one would ever find out Haesten had forgotten his keys, the same way no one would ever find out you took those keys in your trembling hands and then left for your office.

What you did know was that you had to be quick. It would only be a matter of time before the guard would notice his keys were gone. And Haesten was a rat in many ways, but he wasn't an idiot. He would piece it together and figure out that when Sihtric would go missing from that basement, you had to be the holder of his lost keys.

And so you made haste. You didn't have to think twice about what you were about to do, you had gone over this in your head thousands of times already. You would be able to take care of everything, but you never had been able to open that door that led to Sihtric. But now that you finally had access, you immediately set your plan in motion.

You went to Sigtryggr's office and politely told him you wanted to resign, explaining to him you just couldn't work in a place anymore where such horrors had happened and that it started to affect you and the way you did your job. It wasn't a total lie, so Sigtryggr bought it with ease as he was also aware of the mistakes you had been making lately when it came to the medication dosages. He understood you had been through a lot, and although he was sad to see you go, he told you that if that was your wish then he wouldn't stop you.

You left his office with a sigh of relief, but nerves took over again when you packed up all of Sihtric's files in your office. If you were going to break him out, you were going to destroy everything that could cause him trouble later on. You sat in your office where you waited as calmly as possibly until the guards went on their dinner break as the night fell, and that's when you grabbed the keys out of your emptied drawer. But before you left your office one last time, you threw Sihtric's file in the metal trash bin and set the paperwork on fire.

You then hurried to the door that had been the barricade between you and the love of your life for far too long, and you struggled to place the key in its lock while you fought your nerves. As soon as you heard the lock click open you pulled the heavy door toward you and you ran down the darkened stairs.

'Sihtric!' you almost yelled as you neared him.

Even though you couldn't see each other in the pitch black room you knew you were close, you felt it with every fibre of your being. And Sihtric did too.

'Little bat?' Sihtric breathed, barely able to speak louder than a whisper as he hadn't used his voice properly in months.

'Sihtric!' you cried and fell to your knees in front of him.

You were barely able to see him, there were no torches lit and no faint daylight to peek through the cracks in the wall. All you saw was the dark outline of his chained up body. Your hands were quick to find the shackles that held him captured while you heard the fire alarm go off upstairs, just as you had planned.

'What… what are you doing?' Sihtric asked, his voice raspy, 'how did you get here?'

'Key,' you said with haste while fighting with the heavy chains, 'I got a key.'

'Where did you get the key?'

'Doesn't matter,' your voice broke, 'I refuse to live another life without you.'

You finally freed his wrists, the heavy cuffs slamming against the wall with an echo, and you took his cold hands in yours.

'We have to go, my love,' you urged and gently tugged at him.

'Where to?' Sihtric asked, still trying to grasp what was happening while he tried to get up on his feet.

'Home.'

'But… this… this is my home, little bat,' Sihtric said softly.

'Not anymore,' you said and helped him towards the stairs with you, 'but we have to be quick-'

'Wait,' Sihtric gasped, and he disappeared into the darkness before returning to you a few moments later.

'What did you do?' you asked, but Sihtric didn't answer that, 'are you okay to move fast?'

'I am fine, but the lights are blinding me,' Sihtric said as you approached the door that had kept him hidden from everyone, 'it's too bright.'

You suddenly stopped when you were only one step removed from the all white corridor, as Sihtric stopped dead in his tracks and held you back from taking another step.

'Wait,' he whispered again.

'Go,' Sihtric said, and he pulled you up with him and began to run.

You looked at him, his hair wild and uncombed while his robe was dirty and wet. Sihtric then suddenly pulled you against his chest and crouched down at the top of the stairs, as if shielding you from something that wasn't there… yet.

You then heard a sound you couldn't place, a sound that grew louder quickly. It was a sound that was heavy and low yet thick with vibration, it was something you felt in your body and all around you, it made the ground shake beneath your feet. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, you heard and felt the fluttering wings of a thousand bats emerging from behind you. They flew over your heads, making it feel as if a strong wind gushed through the building while the swarm or bats seemed endless as they crowded the corridors and darkened the asylum entirely with their black wings, blocking the hard led lights above you.

You ran in between the fluttery bats while they protected Sihtric's sensitive eyes from the lights, as well as making it unable to get caught on any of the cameras as you broke out the man you were destined to be with. You held hands as you ran out of the asylum within the dark cloud of bats and into a thick fog. The bats followed while you got in your car and speeded away, deep into the fogged up forest that surrounded the haunting mental hospital you would never return to again.

And just like that, Sigtryggr stood in front of the asylum's entrance and saw an inexplicable amount of bats disappear into the foggy night, while the fire alarm still rang and guards came running from their breaks… but they were already too late. For you were already gone, never to be seen again.

Your eyes were wide and your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as you speeded over the dark woodland road. You and Sihtric were both silent, and you didn't take your foot off the gas until the asylum was far, far behind you and the bats finally disappeared up into the dark night sky. And only then Sihtric spoke as he placed his hand gently on your knee.

'Stop the car,' he said calmly.

You slowed down and shut off the engine, then turned to Sihtric who was still staring out the window, into the darkness.

'Let me see you,' you whispered and gently took his chin.

The silver moonlight appeared and illuminated both your faces when you finally really dared to look at each other. Finally seeing each other for the first time in a year. And after all this time, Sihtric still took your breath away. He was a little hesitant for a moment, as if afraid to get hurt. He knew you wouldn't hurt him, but he had been broken down to pieces so many times that he struggled to allow himself to let his guard down immediately. You gave him time, holding his hands and giving a reassuring squeeze that it was okay to feel a hint of relief. And after a long silence you both showed a faint hint of a smile, while still being apprehensive to feel truly happy yet.

You pushed a strand of his long and wild hair behind his ear when he allowed you to come closer. You leaned your forehead against his, and then you both broke down in tears as you embraced each other as tightly as possible.

'How?' Sihtric asked through his tears, 'how did you get that key?'

'Dumb luck,' you sniffled, 'I've been plotting to get you out for so long,' you said and cradled his face in your hands, 'you have no idea. I had it all planned out, the sounding of the fire alarm, this getaway route. I mean, shit,' you scoffed with a chuckle, 'I even bought you some new clothes that are at my home waiting for you. But I just couldn't get through that door without a key. Then earlier today Haesten forgot his keys after I came up to him to ask how you were doing. He just forgot his keys, can you believe that?' you said with a sob, 'I've been asking the new head of the asylum, Sigtryggr, for months to review your files and do a new health check, and he was going to do that but he had to review everyone. I couldn't wait for that, not anymore, so when I saw that key today… I had to. I just had to. And I don't know where those bats came from, I don't know how you did that and I don't need to know either, all that matters is that we made it out. I destroyed your files before I left, they can't put you back in there anymore. They can't take you away from me anymore, you hear me? No one can tear us apart anymore.'

'You came back for me,' Sihtric whispered after a moment and wiped away your tears.

'I promised I would, didn't I?'

Sihtric responded by pulling you in for an almost bruisingly firm kiss, one that left you breathless and aching for more, so much more, but you knew now was not the time. You had to get home first, and so you started your car again and continued the drive.

'What did you go back for earlier?' you asked when you suddenly remember how he had run back into the cold darkness.

'My friends,' Sihtric said and a smile tugged at his lips as he reached for the hood of his dirty robe, from where he pulled two black rats, 'they kept me company back there. They looked after me in a way, so it's only fair I look after them now.'

You chuckled and shook your head lightly.

'Your heart, Sihtric, is too pure for this polluted world, my love.'

When you came home you immediately took Sihtric to your bathroom after he made sure his pet rats were safely inside a quickly improvised cage. You ran him a warm bath and helped him clean up while searching for any bruises, but as expected you didn't find any on him due to his supernaturally fast healing ability.

You found Haesten hadn't lied when he said he had tried to maintain Sihtric's facial hair, it looked rather well kept and you only had to touch it up here and there. His long hair was a different story, though. You didn't hate it, but it was something. It did look more tamed when washed and brushed, which was a bit of a relief, but you still offered to cut his hair. Sihtric politely declined your offer, saying he liked it this long but that you could shave the sides if you wanted, which you did.

After he got dressed in his new and comfortable clothes, you ordered a pizza. And while you waited for your order to arrive Sihtric decided to snoop around your place. He told you that you both own some of the same books, but that you also had a bunch he hadn't seen before on occult topics he was interested in too. He then stumbled upon your glass cabinet in the corner, and he saw you had kept all the little wild life skulls he had found and gifted you when he was still in the asylum, and it warmed his heart as much as it broke him too.

'I have to go back to my old house soon,' Sihtric said as you both enjoyed the pizza while being cosy on your couch, 'fuck, this pizza is so good. You have no idea how much I missed proper food.'

'Honey,' you laughed, 'I don't think this is considered proper food. But I'm glad you're enjoying it, love. But,' you became serious again, 'why do you have to go back to your former home?'

'I need to collect some of my personal belongings,' Sihtric said with a mouthful of pizza.

'You sure no one lives there?'

'Nah, my ex hated the place. There should be a key hidden in one of the flower pots near the door. Otherwise I'll just break a window. It's still my house anyway,' he shrugged, 'my passport, my phone and credit cards should still be there.'

'And you're certain your ex didn't take those?'

'I don't know for sure, but I hope not. There's nothing she could do with my stuff. My bank account should still be frozen, I know no one could access it once I got locked up. And I hope to figure out a way to get access to it again, because there should still be a good amount on there.'

'You think we can just go to the bank?'

'And ask them to give me access after I escaped the asylum?' Sihtric furrowed his brow.

You stared at each other for a few long seconds before you both broke out in laughter. You agreed that idea would probably not work, as you knew what it would take to get the access back.

'That is why I needed Sigtryggr to review you again too,' you said, 'when you get officially released it will be put in a system, and with that information it should give back everything you had before. Your money, your status, everything.'

'Even my sanity?' Sihtric half joked, 'look, we'll figure it out. I know we will somehow.'

'We will somehow,' you smiled and kissed his cheek, then stole the last half slice of pizza he held.

And once his hunger for food was stilled, after eating almost everything you had stocked up in your fridge after he had that pizza, Sihtric helped you draw protective symbols and sigils on the doors and windows with Florida water, to ward your home and yourselves from any negative energies. And you both couldn't shake the feeling you had done something like this together before somehow, maybe in a previous life, maybe in some alternative universe.

'Feels like we've done this before,' you said softly after finishing the last symbol on your bedroom window.

'I know. I feel it too,' Sihtric smiled faintly as he lit a few candles, 'and maybe we did.'

'Maybe we did,' you smiled at him as you leaned back against a cabinet.

Sihtric placed the last candle he just lit on the cabinet and then took your hand, pulling you closer until he could capture you in a soft and loving kiss.

'Feels like we've done this before too,' he whispered against your lips, and then kissed you again.

You kissed slowly at first, gradually allowing the kiss to deepen until Sihtric picked you up in his arms. He carried you over to the bed, where you began to tug at each other's lounge wear while becoming needier. You kissed until you were both fully undressed and warm under the covers of your bed, and then you kissed each other slowly all over as a way to explore each other's bodies. And then, after all this time and all this longing, you finally made the slowest and most intimate love deemed possible. The kind of love that intertwined souls and synced the beating of your hearts, a kind of love that could only be made when two people simply belonged together.

It was the kind of love that left you both breathless and speechless, and even more in love with each other than you even thought would be possible. It was the kind of love that made you both forget all the pain and horrors you had gone through to get here. It was the kind of love that silenced all the negatives and all the voices in your heads, but only for a moment though.

'Promise you're still here when I wake up?' Sihtric suddenly asked in the quiet night, his voice soft as a whisper in your ear as he had his arms wrapped tightly around you.

'I will always be here when you wake up from now on,' you promised and kissed his hand.

'I know,' he whispered and kissed your neck softly, 'I know you will. I know you.'

'I feel like I've known you forever,' you whispered as you traced his arms mindlessly, 'and I can't explain it.'

'You do know me,' Sihtric whispered, 'we've known each other forever. I've been looking everywhere for you, in so many lifetimes, but every time I found you I also lost you.'

'I know,' you sniffled, 'and I am terrified of losing you again.'

'No,' Sihtric squeezed you in his arms, 'you won't. Because this time is different.'

'How do you know that?'

'Because this time you found me, little bat.'

He squeezed you in his arms again, holding you so tightly as if he was afraid you would vanish right there. And in truth, Sihtric was terrified to fall asleep, but he didn't want to tell you. He was terrified that this had all been a dream again, and that he would wake up back in the asylum, cuffed and chained to the cold wall in that dark basement.

He tried to fight his urge to sleep, but he hadn't had a decent sleep in so long and he longed for it as much as he feared it. And eventually even the strongest of men have to give in to it, and so Sihtric fell asleep while he still held you in his arms.

The next morning you got the scare of a lifetime when you opened your eyes and found Sihtric sitting next to your bed, staring at you from a close with his big eyes. He was only lovingly admiring you, but that didn't change the fact that he scared the living hell out of you and you couldn't help but scream, which in return startled him and made him jump up and scream as well.

'Don't ever do that again!' you yelled as you grabbed onto the sheets, covering your bare body for no real reason at all.

'I'm sorry!' Sihtric yelled back, equally as spooked as you still were, 'I just… I couldn't believe you were still here. I was afraid if I looked away you'd disappear. And you… you're… you're so beautiful, I'm sorry.'

You immediately softened after hearing his words, and you pulled him back in bed.

'I already told you,' you whispered and kissed his face all over, 'I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.'

And that was the first morning you got to wake up together as a couple. You soon learned that Sihtric needed some time to adjust to his life as a free man again, while you needed some time to adjust to the fact you were living with someone now. Sihtric still woke up at 6 in the morning sharp every day, a habit from the asylum as he was forced to take his medication at 6:15 to start the day, and something inside him still woke him up for a daily dose he clearly didn't need. But as he found it hard to fall back asleep again, he would just get up and play with the rats or rearrange their cage, as he liked to do every few days to stay busy.

Sihtric also started to read the books in your cabinet he hadn't read before, educating himself with more knowledge about everything paranormal, and he even joked that you and him should open a paranormal investigation business.

'Sure,' you laughed.

But Sihtric knew as well as you did that it was an interesting idea and something that could work. You and Sihtric both enjoyed exploring supposedly haunted buildings, something you did quite often once you both had adjusted to your new life after several weeks, and it could be a way to provide an income for you both. But that was a concern for later though. First you had to deal with driving him to his old house, which was a huge mansion, just like the one you had seen in your dreams. It was scary how identical it looked to the one you dreamt of, and you felt an almost suffocating negative energy as you waited for him to find the key, and you told Sihtric he had to get rid of the house.

'I know,' he agreed, 'and I will. I only want to take some of my stuff and then I'm selling it. I have no reason to hold onto this place anyway. It's tainted with the past of my failed marriage.'

You felt relieved when he said that, but that feeling ended abruptly once you stepped inside the house and found the place absolutely ravaged. You both froze when you saw the big chandelier on the floor, which had somehow fallen from the ceiling and broken into a million pieces, and the furniture in the living room was broken and shoved against the walls. Shattered glass and torn books were everywhere, and to make matters even stranger, you both saw there was a small fire burning in the hearth, but it disappeared as soon as you both blinked. Sihtric grabbed your hand as he stared at the destroyed place he used to call home.

'I… I've seen this before,' you said once you dared to speak.

'So have I,' Sihtric confessed, 'but… those were dreams, right?'

You nodded slowly as you followed him further inside and carefully up the stairs, where he grabbed a bag and filled it with clothes and all his important possessions which were indeed still there. You couldn't wait to get out of his house, as the suffocating feeling seemed to wrap around you more and more the longer you were in there, until it made you dizzy.

'I have to step outside,' you said and left down the stairs in a hurry.

Outside you sat on the small porch, feeling unwell and as if you just couldn't seem to fill your lungs with enough air. It was only when Sihtric slammed the door shut behind him that you started to feel better, and he said he had felt the same energy while you were already outside.

'Yeah, I'm selling that hell hole once I can,' he said as he gave it one last look in your rearview mirror as you drove off.

Not long after you returned from the cursed mansion, Sihtric found out he could access his bank account after he got his phone to work again.

'Wait,' you said as he showed you his phone, 'but… Jesus, Sihtric, do you know what that means?'

'What?'

You scoffed, then began to laugh and grabbed his face to kiss him.

'That means Sigtryggr has filed and approved your release.'

'What?' Sihtric asked again, confused this time, 'are you sure?'

'It's the only way for this to have happened.'

What you both didn't know was that when Sigtryggr watched the enormous cloud of bats disappear into the night of your escape, he had already made up his mind about Sihtric without needing to have a look at him. He had read Sihtric's files before you burned them, and he knew he didn't belong in a place like that. He had filed the documents for Sihtric's release just one day before you broke him out, but it took time for those to be processed.

That is why no one came looking for you, even though Sigtryggr knew exactly what had happened once he found the basement door open. He held off a search and erased that night's security footage, granting Sihtric a brand new start in life by doing so. And if that wasn't enough, Sigtryggr also made sure Sihtric received a load of money to compensate for the damage that had been done to him. It couldn't erase what happened, but it could provide for a better future.

And it did.

Because Sihtric used that money to buy a brand new home for the two of you, and the pet rats. And together you transformed the former plain looking house into the gothic fairy-tale home you had both dreamt of. You painted the walls dark and decorated them with framed posters of your favourite horror movies, with shelves which held skulls and candles, and you got a few gigantic book cabinets which would be filled up entirely.

And once you were all settled in your new home, Sihtric proposed to you by in your bedroom, which was lit with hundreds of candles. And those also set off the fire alarm multiple times when extinguishing them after the proposal, but that didn't change how romantic it had been or how sweet the love making had been that night.

You initially set the wedding date for Halloween night. But the more Sihtric thought about it, the more headaches he got, and he had to acknowledge the terrifying feeling that gnawed at him.

'Darling, you know I love Halloween,' Sihtric said one night while you were both reading a book in bed, 'but that wedding date… it doesn't sit well with me. It gives me a headache, and I don't know why.'

'I know what you mean,' you revealed, 'something's been feeling off for me too every time I think about it. '

And so you agreed to move the date to October 1st. But before you would squeeze yourself into your all black wedding dress in several months, you first had to paint and set up the office space on the ground floor of your new home.

After giving it some more thought, and since no one wanted to hire Sihtric due to his rocky past, you realised that starting a paranormal investigation firm wasn't all that bad of an idea. There was enough to explore and more than enough people could probably use your help and knowledge too.

And after you got all the paperwork in order and finally fixed up the last things in the office, you took a step back to look at it all alongside your soon to be husband. You both smiled at the sight of your new workplace, because this was truly the start of your brand new lives together.

'Well,' Sihtric smiled, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead, 'that's it, my little bat. We're officially open for business.'

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