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DRIVE ME INSANE
âYou drive me insane!â you snap, jabbing your finger into his chest. âYeah, Iâd say the feelingâs mutual, sweetheart,â he retorts, raising an eyebrow, his gaze dropping momentarily to the finger poking his chest as though heâs admiring your nerve.
pairing: CEO! satoru gojo! x f!reader
summary: cheating on your husband who couldnât care less about you, satoru gojo â your fervent lover â has a nasty habit of showing up unannounced, threatening to ruin all the lies youâve built for your husband so far by leaving all too visible marks after a hot session. however, after a very first argument with him, youâre determined to throw all your anger at him. but neither of you can ignore the tension between the two of you, especially when satoru is ready to take full responsibility.
warnings: +18 MDNI, smut, nsfw, cheating (the husband does it first but according to the timelaps itâs explained all along in this silly fic :p), CEO! gojo, lover! gojo, kinda slight toxic! gojo but heâs just desperately in love, angst, hurt/comfort, angry sex (i tried at least), sex (p in v), rough sex, possessive! gojo, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! receiving), heâs rich asf, fanart by @/kiyoro2 on X.
wc: 8,193
a/n: second warning before reading this fic if you didnât read the warnings: you need to know that the husband in this story cheats on the reader BEFORE her. heâs cold, not loving her anymore and cheating on her BEFORE the actual timelaps but youâll know it only while reading through, got it?
i donât like writing about cheaters because theyâre horrible but this is just a ârevengeâ not really said out oud (you have to guess). this is just a warning so some of you wonât catch me with hate/discourse or anything around it because i would have written an âunfair cheaterâ lol. enjoy reading, tho!
âHey, darling.â
The sweet melody of Satoruâs voice rings to your ears, sending a crude shiver that runs down your entire spine. Among all of the several times you were alone, with your husband gone to work like a hooked on it, the white-hair man always shows up at your door when you do not expect it.
So, of course, youâre always on the lookout, nervously stealing glances here and there at the door, through the window to check the parking lot of your apartment block, or even your phone if the miracle of him sending you a message occurs. Despite the thousands of times youâve warned Satoru, the latter doesnât seem to listen to you.
Your lover goes into your apartment, a classy decoration without any warmth of household â just a simple apartment.
From the cooling fireplace, to the pristine couch and the American kitchen where you are doing the dishes, Satoru always comes to the âwarmthâ he was craving at your place.
You.
As simple as that.
Heâd ignore your groans when his arms find your waist to hug you from behind. And the only sensation of the flat of his torso pressing to your back quiets down every thought, every breath youâd take, every worry and word that would escape the barrier of your lips.
It was just him. Satoru Gojo.
Not your husband. But your lover.
Maybe a word that had a deeper meaning behind any kind of link.
And what hurt the most was the fact that you would crave calling any man that was yours âmy husbandâ in any situation to bring that pride up your chest.
Yet, the last time youâve pronounced those exact words, was the day you met Satoru.
You were doing the queue for a coffee shop near his headquarters, but how would you know that detail, hm? It was fate, he thought when he approached the queue and ended up behind you as your eyes were glued to the menu card in order that you could choose your drink.
And yet again, he couldnât help but feel intrigued by you. Your silhouette standing still, vaulted shoulders, a small frown on your lips portraying your hesitation and two beautiful and mesmerizing eyes...
Oh, Lord, that was the only detail from you that this poor man will never forget and will haunt him every single next second.
And, of course, Satoru Gojo isnât that kind of man who lets fate dictate his life.
He was the only one distracting it. Wanted or not. Period.
âAn Americano coffee?â he spoke with his lowest voice to not scare you. He stepped closer to you, his form hovering you as his face lowered to the height of your shoulder. âThought pretty girls like you always chose espresso.â
Your head jerked up and your eyes met him for the first time.
âW-WhatâŚ?â
The most unfair, charming smile tugged at Satoru's lipsâ corners. âWhy donât you take an espresso? Is it because of the price, darling?â he cooed.
Unsettled by his more-than-strange intrusion, you replied without thinking twice, âSince when, espresso is better than americano?â
And, oh, dear, dear Lord, why were you testing him like this with such an angelic mortal like him? Couldnât you let him live his life like it was meant to be? Why does this futile and innocent frown have such a ravishing effect on him? Tearing his heart apart, grabbing and stealing his breath to run away with it so he wonât be able to find any air but yours to use to survive in this old world?
âI donât know. Itâs more boring. Not elegant, and not fitting the vibe you give off, darling.â His blue eyes fell down on the ring around your finger, and his mind unconsciously prayed that you werenât taken.
âItâs my husbandâs favorite coffee,â you just responded like an irreversible sentence.
But Satoru didnât let the situation get him down.
âOh, so my pretty lady is taken? What a shame.â A little smirk spread his lips, and widened even more when he noticed how low was your affirmation. âI suppose he has bad taste in everything⌠but for women.â
A furious blush flustered your cheeks. âHow dare youââ
âYes, I dare, darling,â he almost hummed. âYou really need someone to show you what is good coffee. Nothing but starting with that. What do you think?â he offers.
The queue moved on, and the chic cafĂŠ provided all the atmosphere of having a nice cup and a nice drink just to chat with anyone on a sidewalk seating area.
But, no, you were newly married. Your husband would be devastated that youâd let yourself be seduced by a complete stranger.
Although not so simple, considering how beautiful he was, with his perfect good looks, no one seemed to see anyone but him. And he couldnât see anyone but you.
âSo what, darling?â he insisted with a gentle tone. âLet me take your order and show you what coffee is.â
He pauses.
âIf you may.â
The thought of letting him buy you a cup of coffee had obviously heightened your sense of unease and betrayal. But the memory of your husband leaving early in the morning without hello in your bed, his eternally neutral and unpleasant tone, his female co-workers leeching off him and all the effort you put into making your house feel like home haunts your mind.
With a resigned nod from you, Satoru almost jumped for joy and did a happy dance in front of the whole cafĂŠ.
How long had it been since heâd wanted to act like a child?
Satoru requested a small bottle-green round table on the sidewalk seating area, whose sunshade above unfurled like a fan protecting you from the bright sun of the day.
âBy the way, Iâm Satoru Gojo,â he introduced himself. He settled into the chair opposite you as the waiter left to take your orders.
You quickly introduced yourself. But the young albino didnât fail to notice how lovely, humble and charming you were.
The perfect woman for him.
âIâm a CEO,â he added, maybe to impress you.
Surprise streaks your features. âOh.â
He had expected more of a reaction from you, but you ended up disappointing him.
So he tried to restart the conversation to break the ice that had formed between you and him. He wasnât one to usually go after people who were already taken. Yet, his instincts told him to stay with you. As if the north and south poles couldnât help but attract each other, Satoru was slowly but surely drawn to you.
The orders were placed delicately on the table, and your lovely espresso cup, so exquisitely prepared, almost broke your heart at the thought of ruining its beauty by drinking it.
âThis cafĂŠ serves the best coffee in town, you know. I come here often enough to say that with confidence, and also to notice that you didnât know it,â he said, taking a sip from his own cup before propping his elbow on the glass table to rest his chin against his hand. âAdmit it, you walked in here by chance.â
You almost choked on your sip of espresso, startled by his perceptiveness.
âItâs written all over your face, darling,â he said with a grin.
Still reserved, a hint of embarrassment flushed your cheeks with a soft blush that Satoru could have died to kiss.
âSo?â he changed the subject. âHowâs the espresso?â
âVery good,â you mumbled, lifting your gaze to meet his. Then you hesitated to continue with your real thoughts. Would he get bored listening to you like your husband usually did? Would he cut you off to end what he might see as pointless chatter?
âJust very good?â His eternally sincere and attentive smile lingered on his lips. He was definitely ready to hear every word you had to say.
You took a small breath. âActually, the espresso has a sweet vanilla aroma that gives it a smooth taste on the palate, lingering just enough to make you want more. The foam is also very pleasant because itâs neither thin nor too frothy. The texture is creamy and at the perfect temperature to avoid burning your tongue.â You let out the last breath that the whole monologue had cost you.
âIn short, itâs perfect,â you added softly.
âThatâs what I wanted to hear,â Satoru murmured, his eyes locked on yours as if they would never let go, haunting forever the memory of the moment you two met.
âGlad you like it, by the way.â
For a first meeting, it could have seemed trivial. When it was time for you to leave, Satoru found the courage to ask for your phone number. To your own surprise, you accepted without hesitation. His company was pleasant, after all. He listened to you without ever interrupting, and seemed genuinely interested in you. And as a bonus, he was easy on the eyes.
So, was it really surprising that you looked forward to your next meeting with him?
âItâs not a date,â you reassured yourself in front of your mirror while applying gloss and straightening your clothes to keep them spotless.
The second time you met, it was at the same cafĂŠ.
The same orders.
But with a little more joy.
And with every meeting, there were a little more laughs, more teasing, more good moments, fewer bad memories flying away, and your doubts fading into the tranquility that Satoru Gojo brought you.
He quickly became an excellent friend. As you started opening up more and more to him, he began to allow himself to give you advice, rolling his eyes approvingly during your ranting sessions about your husband, where, despite the pang in his heart, Satoru kept repeating that you deserved better.
And as time went by, your bond with him grew stronger. You didnât feel so alone anymore. He always found time for you, even when he was busy at the office.
Your husbandâs absence quickly became just a minor detail in your life.
Especially when Satoru started showering you with gifts you categorically refused. If it was a dress one time, the next it was a necklace of genuine pearls, or lunch at fancy restaurants you never thought youâd set foot in.
The guilt inevitably crept up on you from every angle.
Whether it was over the fact that Satoruâs devotion to you made you feel illegitimate in receiving so much from someone who wasnât even your partner. Or your husband.
Was it betrayal?
You werenât cheating on him.
You were just spending time with someone who made time for you.
How could one equate cheating with this friendship, right?
This question lingered until the day, during a dinner with Satoru, when he had stepped away for a few minutes to settle the bill, a young man approached your table, trying to flirt with you and convince you to end the evening at a nightclub his friend owned, where theyâd be delighted to meet you along with the rest of their crew. With all due respect, you refused, despite the young manâs persistence.
And when Satoru returned to the table, he immediately sat beside you, his arm infuriatingly well-placed around your waist to keep you close.
âCan I help you? My wife seems tired; tell me what you need,â Satoru chimed in, his tone icy as he glared at the young man.
âYouâre married?â the man choked out, his tone echoing the same shock you felt internally.
âYes, Iâm her husband. Isnât it obvious?â he confirmed.
Later, in the chilling silence outside the restaurant, Satoru restrained himself from pulling you into a tight hug as the two of you walked down the street. You walked at a more reasonable distance from him, your chin lowered in guilt toward the ground.
The night sky was a deep navy blue that evening. The stars barely sparkled, and only the snow added a touch of brightness to the urban landscape, where the yellow and orange streetlights could never match the glitter in the sky.
âYou alright?â Satoru asked softly, stealing a concerned glance at you.
âIâm⌠fine,â you muttered.
He couldnât hear any more of that. âHey, if this is about what I said earlierââ
âWho said itâs about that?â you snapped defensively. Suddenly, it felt like all the perfect moments had turned into nightmares.
âI didnât mean to make you uncoââ he began, but you cut him off again.
âWho said I was uncomfortable?â you bit out, your brows furrowing as if you couldnât take any more. âItâs not like I feel like a cheaterââ
âDonât call yourself that. Itâs him,â Satoru interrupted sharply, immediately grabbing your wrist to hold your hand. âItâs all his fault. So, please, donât feelââ
âGod, Iâm a married woman, Satoru, for fuckâs sake!â You tried to pull your hand back, but Satoru held it tighter.
âAnd a woman who also deserves better than to feel bad for her shitty husband whoâs probably cheating on her!â he fired back with the same intensity. âDo you even see what youâre losing with him, at least?â
âWhere is this conversation going?â you asked, squinting. âWhat the fuck do you mean? For weeks now, youâve been telling me I deserve âbetterâ!â
The situation felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. But it was only in Satoruâs eyes, watching you with a worried crease between his brows, that the truth lingered.
Of course, he didnât want to lose you.
âBecause you do,â he mouthed.
âBut with who?â you cried out in despair.
âIsnât that obvious?â he whispered, echoing his earlier words.
Even though the two of you had stopped walking and now faced each other, the wintry wind continued to swirl around you, biting at your cheeks already burned by the cold, screaming the answer behind his words. Snowflakes tangled in your hair, scarf, and coat. On Satoru, it was different â the snowflakes melted into his hair, his nose and cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and every exhale left a white cloud trailing from his lips.
Only his eyes remained untouched. Fixed on you. Truthful.
âYou canâ You cannot,â you finally sighed, ignoring how your body felt simultaneously on fire and frozen. You staggered toward a nearby wall. âTake back what you just said, not to me,â you whispered almost pleadingly. You shut your eyes for a moment, as if trying to wake from a nightmare.
Satoru closed the distance between you in a single stride.
He gently took your hand and placed it against his chest. âYes, youâre right. I cannot. My heart is yours. I cannot deny it. I cannot control it. I cannot help it. Do whatever you want with it. Even broken and unrequited, my heart is yours and only belongs to you.â
His breath brushed your cheek so tenderly it felt unreal â yet so undeniably real.
And this time, from your point of view. No longer his.
The suffocating closeness became unbearable. You were about to break. He needed to step back, to leave, to go.
âIâ IâŚâ you stuttered.
Thoughts swirled in your mind, just like the snowflakes around you both. Every thought blurred together, and only one tried to rise above and clear the chaos.
But it was the worst thought of all.
And yet, the only one capable of deciding the next move.
In a spontaneous gesture, you bent your head toward Satoruâs lips, sealing both the kiss and the fate he had always fought against.
It didnât matter if you both ended up hurt.
No matter what the consequences.
Now was not the time to think about that.
As you tried to pull away from Satoru to catch your breath, he pulled you against him the next second to taste you once more, the heat intensifying even more to the point of melting the snow falling on you. Each kiss exuded forbidden desire and despair.
And even when you two pulled away, you didnât keep any gap.
Just you and him.
As it was always supposed to be.
To feel.
To live.
Fluttering your eyes open, you come back to reality.
How did you get here?
It's a familiar scenario, or not.
Satoru arriving unannounced, you busy with household chores, your husband away for perhaps the next day.
But a premonition clouds all common sense.
This day is different. You donât know from where, or who or what, but one thing is sure.
This time spent rambling has made you forget all about the dishes still waiting for you, while a plate and a sponge damp with foam hang from your hands. Another very humdrum day. Grey sky, water-logged clouds ready to pour and burst in a storm that never comes.
Satoruâs arms wrapped as a featherâs touch around you doesnât feel as good and soothing as before.Â
âMissed ya,â he mumbles close to your ear. âHow are you, darling?â
âYou know that he could be here,â you scold in a low voice. âYou canât keep showing up at my door unannounced.â You continue with your dishes without returning any embrace. Nothing seems to fit. Your response is borderline nasty.
âYouâre alright?â he asks softly anyway, not detaching himself from you.
His voice resonates like a cave inside you. A cheater whoâs also unfairly mean, how can a better description describe you? you think.
You hum.
One of Satoruâs large, rough hands tenderly caresses your waist. âDo you have time for me? If youâre not tired, of course. I canât help but need to crave your presence.â
Your heart slowly contorts in your chest, hidden beneath the cage of your ribs. âI didnât mean to be rude, sorryââ
âDonât apologize, love.â He presses a sluggish kiss on your cheek. âYou must be so tired.â
Only the sound of the water rushing down in the sink can be heard in the kitchen. You close the tap and sigh, hands resting on the edge of the sink. âI need to finish the dishes and some chores, maybe you can sit on the couch and rest?â you offer, slightly turning your head around to meet his gaze.
How can a man be so perfect?
âI can help you,â he offers too, then puts a long forefinger on your lips to quiet you. âIt wasnât a question.â
If only this man could be your husband. Life would be easier in his company, wouldnât it?
About half an hour later, Satoru fully joins you in your cleaning mission, tackling everything from the remaining dishes to the dusting and other tasks that make him scrunch up his nose in mild disdain.
As he wanders into the bedroom you share with your husband, Satoru passes by a photo frame he hasnât truly noticed before. Itâs a simple picture of you, smiling brighter than ever alongside a man who should be him. The man with HIS arm wrapped around your waist. The man with HIS lips pressed against your temple while, in Satoruâs eyes, you radiate as the sole light of his life in your wedding dress.
You pass quietly behind Satoru, a clean cloth in hand.
âToru?â You rise slightly onto your toes to peek over his shoulder, noticing what has held his gaze for so long, leaving him as still as a statue. âOh. I was going to clean that.â
Taking the frame into your hands, a pang of guilt twists your heart as Satoruâs blue eyes follow every inch of the photo. His gaze weighs on you, heavy and suffocating with discomfort.
One sweep of the cloth, and the modest frame gleams.
âWhy do you keep it?â he asks in a breath.
You look up, your gaze as lost in his as you are. âWhat do you mean?â
âThis picture,â he says, pointing at it with his finger. âDidnât you say you wanted to throw it away?â His low tone brushes your cheek with a soft rumble, and his features tighten in a small frown of confusion, the weight of which seems to press on your soul.
âIââ You sigh. âMy husband put it here. I donât know why.â
âAnd you didnât throw it away.â
You open your mouth to respond but hesitate, unsure of what to say.
â...You know I can make your life easier, donât you?â Satoru murmurs as he slowly, almost theatrically, lets his arms wrap around you after tossing your cleaning cloth aside.
âI know,â you murmur, as if itâs the most obvious truth. As always, your body melts against his, the way two souls inevitably fuse together.
âWould you leave this life behind and finally settle down with me?â His arms tighten around you, pulling you flush against him as he takes a deep breath into the crook of your neck. âIâve been thinking about it for a while now.â
The atmosphere in the room thickens suddenly. Guilt surges within you, as it always does. It seems like it can never leave you alone.
Of course, Satoru is hurtâthat much is clear.
âI really would, Satoru, but right now, itâs complicated,â you breathe against his collarbone, the corners of your lips tugging downward.
âWhen will it stop being complicated, then? If not now, when?â His grip on you tightens.
âItâs not that simple.â Familiar terror coils in your stomach now, threatening to drown you. This conversation is heading toward turbulent waters.
He pulls back slightly, just enough to align his face with yours. His eyes search yours for answers. âYou know, sometimes I wonder how long I can keep waiting for you to finally decide if I really matter.â
You blink twice, stunned, before resting your hands on his shoulders. âHey. What do you mean by that? You matter to meâyou know that, donât you?â Your brows furrow gently, your expression softening despite the rising tension.
âI donât want to hide anymore. And I donât want to see you stressed about hiding either,â he whispers in a gruff tone. His expression mirrors your own: lips slightly pursed, brows furrowed, and eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and worry.
âIâm⌠sorry,â you murmur, the only words you can manage. They are genuine. They are truthful. Just like Satoru always is with youânever a lie.
Even when he leans down to kiss you slowly, you can feel his emotions pouring into it.
Hurt. Today, you ponder, returning the movement of his lips as your eyes flutter shut.
Quickly, the pressure of his lips grows more intense. Each time your mouths part, Satoru makes sure they reunite as swiftly as they separate. Breath soon becomes scarce, and things take a turn when his hands grip your hips so firmly you fear marks might be left behind. You try to pull away quickly.
âSatoru, waitâ I need to be careful this time, you know,â you whisper softly against his fervent lips. âItâs been a while now that heâs started wondering why I donât want to have sex with him.â
âYou always come up with an excuse, donât you? A few marks wonât mean anything,â he mutters, eyes closed, as though the fire within him burns hotter than ever for you.
âHeâll see them. I just want you to be careful,â you insist. But your attempt is futile, as his kisses grow more passionate. Each one is placed meticulously on the sensitive spots of your body while he gently guides you toward the bed, lowering you onto it.
âI want to please you so badly,â Satoru confesses, his vulnerable gaze meeting your half-lidded eyes as he hovers above you. His eyes brim with an intensity that makes your heart ache.
âLet me take care of you.â
Your expression softens immediately, the growing heat between your thighs matching the fire in your chest. âI want it too, baby. But are you sure you want to do this?â
He nods firmly. âIâm sure. And you?â
âI am.â
In the moments that follow, you no longer plead for him to avoid leaving marks. Deep down, you doubt heâll listen to you on that.
Especially when his lips press against your neck, your collarbone, the shell of your ears, and the valley of your breasts. His mouth kisses, sucks, marks, nibbles, and even gently bites at your skinâall to draw whimpers, moans, and sighs of pleasure from your lips. The same lips he endlessly worships, just as he does every inch of you.
~~~~
Fresh out of the shower, alone but with your phone, you receive a message that immediately catches your attention as you sit cautiously against the edge of your bathtub.
I might be a little late tonight. Have dinner without me.
Your heart immediately falls into the pit of your stomach.
Is this for your co-worker again? Canât she finish her work on her own like everyone else?
A minute later, a message appears:
Itâs normal, Iâm her superior.
At the same time, your eyelids contract around your eyeballs. You feel a rush of heat, and adrenalin tingles your insides.
You know I donât like her. And yet you continue to spend more time with her than with me. Do you think that's normal?
Why do you always have to get mad? Just admit that youâre jealous.
And the last word is like a slap in the face.
This is how you started.
Part of you knew it all along. But another part was in denial. It was shortly before Satoru became your lover that your husband started seeing a female colleague far too often, making eyes at her while you stood there like an idiot, watching them exchange glances where your voice would carry the same weight as the silence of their own eye contact: nothing.
Satoru had warned you.
He tried to prevent your heart from breaking as much as possible.
And this is the result when denial wins out over reason:
...You like to call me âjealousâ these days, tell me?
And the irony reeks in your message.
Of course, he started calling you ever since that infamous colleague showed up.
Itâs as if heâs implying every time that youâd be envious of something you donât have. So, itâs easy to figure out now, isnât it? Why would he even talk about jealousy otherwise?
And why does he just leave your message on âreadâ?
~~~~
âI told you to be careful.â
âYou always know how to escape him.â
âIâm running out of excuses.â
âYouâre smart. Youâll fix it. As you fix everything.â
And who to fix me?
Sitting in front of your vanity, you swallow, feeling sick to your stomach as the purple and blue marks Satoru has left on your body from his hickeys donât disappear from your view even as you discreetly pinch your arm to check you're in a nightmare.
Unfortunately no.
After pressing your anxiety-stricken face into your trembling hands, you lift your head to meet your reflection once more. In the corner of the mirror, Satoruâs silhouette lies casually, a smug, teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Your shaky fingers grab hold of your cheap foundation, the cap refusing to budge under the weakness of your frantic movements. Every second wasted only fuels the growing panic â your husband could walk in at any moment.
The beauty blender, however, seems just as uncooperative. Each attempt leaves you looking more like a clown. No coverage.
Only regrets. Regrets you can no longer conceal, no matter how much you try.
A heavy, trembling sigh escapes you despite your best efforts to stay calm. From behind, Satoru lets out a distinct chuckle, rich with amusement at your growing frustration.
Heâs moved closer now, standing right behind you, his gaze almost entertained as he watches you struggle to mask the marks with concealer this time. But no layer of makeup can save you. None is thick enough or looks natural enough to hide what youâve done.
âWhy are you even trying? Itâs not going to work,â Satoru whispers close to your ear. âWhy not just give up and tell him the truth?â
âSatoru, get out.â
âMake me.â His tone is dripping with that insufferable grin.
You clench your fists, fighting the urge to smash it right off his face. Your heart hammers in your chest like cannonballs, threatening to break free from your compressed rib cage.
Everything canât fall apart this quickly, can it?
Not after all the effort youâve put in.
âYou look like a clown, by the way,â he quips, the bluntness of his words scratching your heart. You let out an involuntary, quiet, âOuch.â
âDid you just come here to use me as your personal slut? To call me a clown? If I knew, I wouldnât have let you in at all,â you spit as you turn your head, locking your glare onto his.
Satoruâs expression softens at the sight of your deepening frown. âI didnât come for that. And youâre not a slut. Why are you so mad?â He cautiously places his hands on the backrest of your chair, his movements calculated.
You scoff bitterly. âIs that supposed to be a joke?â
âYouâre still mad about the marks? Itâs just a few bites and hickeysâitâs not that big a deal,â he says, though his face mirrors yours: tense, confused, and searching for answers.
Heâs never been like this.
âIf youâre hurt, then Iâm sorry,â he sighs. âI just want you to stop stressing over some bites. Iâve always done this. I havenât changed, you know.â
You turn completely in your chair to face him, blood rushing in your temples. âTell me this is a joke. Or a prank.â
âI said Iâmââ
âWhy didnât you listen to me about the marks? About the fact that I donât have any excuses left? Heâs going to find out now. And instead of helping me, youâre mocking me because I look like shit with this?â you shout, pointing at the streaky, cakey makeup smeared over your collarbone.
Is this what a couple looks like? Fighting to hurt each other as much as possible?
Satoru can see how deeply his behavior wounds you. The way you swallow carefully, trying to keep your emotions at bay. The way your eyes are beginning to redden, signaling the impending arrival of tears.
Lowering his voice, he speaks, hoping against hope that youâll break down and let him handle everything. Let him erase this life with your husband and give you a better one. He knows you can keep living under a mountain of lies, but heâs suffocating.
âOkay, Iâm really sorry if I hurt you,â he murmurs.
âIf you were that sorry, you wouldnât lie about using me whenever you please. You wouldnât just act how you want without asking me what I truly want or need. Why? Because youâre selfish, Gojo,â you snap, your voice cracking slightly. You rise abruptly from the chair, intent on leaving the room before you explode.
He immediately grabs your wrist, pulling you into him, and tilts your chin up to meet his eyes. The panic in his movements betrays himâheâs afraid youâll say something that will tear him apart.
âDonâtâDonât call me that. Sweetheartââ
âYou know what? Just tell me Iâm your slut. Because thatâs clearly what Iâm meant to be for you,â you cut him off, tears pooling in your eyes and threatening to fall. You yank your wrist out of his grip with a sharp movement.
His hands move to cup your face, desperation bleeding through his trembling fingers, even as he tries to conceal it.
âOkay, I messed up. But please, donât degrade yourself. Youâre not my slut. Youâre the only person I love and care about. Iââ He exhales shakily, his jaw tightening and relaxing in quick succession. âI shouldnât have said that. Itâs just⌠Iâm so damn jealous. I get so jealous when I think about him⌠with you. I canât stand it anymore.â
âIs that all this is? Jealousy? Whatâs the fucking point of it?â you retort, shoving his hands and arms away with enough force to make your blood boil. Then, in a blind fury, you hurl the concealer bottle across the room, the sound of it hitting the wall echoing like a final, deafening blow.
Satoru flinches slightly at the sound of the concealer bottle hitting the floor. He knows youâre holding back, teetering on the edge of exploding. âItâs not just jealousy,â he admits softly. âItâs fear, anger... and love, I guess.â He runs a tired hand through his snowy hair, sighing deeply. âAnd knowing I canât have you the way I want to⌠that drives me insane.â
A vein pulses visibly in your temple, your frustration bubbling over. âYou drive me insane!â you snap, jabbing your finger into his chest.
For a brief moment, Satoruâs lips almost curl into a smirk, but he stops himself when he sees the fire blazing in your eyes. He knows youâre serious, that this isnât the time for his antics. Yet he canât help but find you captivating like thisâunapologetically yourself.
âYeah, Iâd say the feelingâs mutual, sweetheart,â he retorts, raising an eyebrow, his gaze dropping momentarily to the finger poking his chest as though heâs admiring your nerve.
The silence that follows is suffocating. The only sounds are your heated, shallow breaths, echoing in the small space between you.
You take several slow, deliberate steps back, your eyes fixed on his ocean-blue gaze. You catch the flicker of a momentâa split second where his eyes dart to your lips.
The tension between you is almost unbearable. The faint brush of his hips against yours as he steps closer sends a ripple of unease and anticipation through you. Your breaths mingle in the narrowing space. You both know exactly whatâs happening, yet neither of you moves to break it.
âI hate you, you know that?â you whisper, pouring all the bitterness and hurt from your chest into the words.
Satoru raises an eyebrow, his face a mere breath away from yours. His broad, powerful form looms over you, trapping you against the wall without lifting a single hand. The tension radiating from him is magnetic, suffocating.
âThatâs a lie, and we both know it,â he says, his voice soft and calm, but laced with that maddening confidence.
His heart pounds wildly in his chest, the light graze of your body against his and the fiery defiance in your darkened eyes making him dangerously close to losing control. He wants to kiss youâdevour youâso badly it hurts. But he knows heâs already crossed lines, already messed up.
He clenches his fists, willing himself to stay composed. He would never take advantage of you like this. Heâd rather let you hurt him, use him, break him into pieces.
Oh, screw it.
âSweetheart,â he mouths, barely audible. His lips form the words so softly that you have to read them. His intense eyes stay locked on yours, unwavering. âWhat are you thinking right now?â
âThis isnât the time for your stupid jokesââ
He silences you with a single, long finger placed gently on your lips. âAnswer the question, love.â His towering frame looms closer, his voice a deep rumble, and the tension only thickens.
You take a shaky breath. âY-Yell at you, hit you, throw everything I have at you to finally make your goddamn mouth shut for good,â you hiss, your anger slipping through the cracks in your voice.
âDo it, then. Iâm the one whoâs wrong.â
Your lips part, and your eyes widen in surprise.
Satoru grabs your trembling hand and firmly places it against his chest, right over his racing heart. His voice softens. âGo on. Yell at me. Hit me. Use me however you need to.â
His pulse mirrors yours, beating in sync, loud and unruly.
Your gaze catches the subtle flicker of his eyes darting to your lips again, the ever-so-slight sway of his body bringing him closer.
When you lift your hand, Satoru doesnât flinch. He braces himself, ready to take whatever youâre about to give him.
But instead of striking him, your hand fists the collar of his shirt. With one hard tug, you pull him down, crashing his mouth onto yours in a desperate, fiery kiss as though itâs your last breath.
Satoru responds immediately, kissing you back with the same raw intensity. His large hands snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips, teeth, and tongue all move in a fervent, chaotic dance with yours, each touch more intoxicating than the last.
When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, his lips still brushing against yours. He doesnât let you go, his arms holding you close as if letting you go would shatter him.
âSweetheart,â he rasps, his voice low and rough, chest heaving against yours. His hand trails to your neck, then your jaw, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âWhat are you thinking now?â
His warm, uneven breaths ghost over your lips, and you fight the overwhelming urge to kiss him again. Your anger hasnât fully subsided, still simmering beneath the surface.
âYou. Youâre haunting me. Sometimes so much that I canât think of anything else,â you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.
His eyes burn brighter, the ardor in them impossible to miss. âGod, sweetheartâŚâ he murmurs, pressing soft, fluttering kisses along your neck, his lips scorching your sensitive skin. âYou have no idea how badly Iâve wanted this. Wanted you. Only you. No more lies, no more heartbreak.â
Each kiss he plants on your skin draws breathy, unsteady sighs from your lips. âY-Youâre selfishâŚâ you manage to say between ragged breaths, your nails digging into the firm muscles of his biceps. âSo fucking selfishâŚâ
âIf being this desperate for you, for your love, is selfish, then Iâm on my knees, my love,â he replies, his voice like velvet. He kisses the marks on your skin, the ones you tried to cover, with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. âIâm all yours. Completely yours.â
He slides the strap of your tank top down, revealing more of the skin he adores. His lips graze it gently as he whispers, âI didnât mean a single word about you looking like a clown. I just want you to be happy⌠with someone who loves you and doesnât cheat on you.â
His hands cup your face delicately, tilting it up so your eyes meet his. His voice drops to a whisper, raw and sincere. âIâm deeply sorry, sweetheart.â
The genuine vulnerability in his gaze hits you hard.
You punch his chest â not out of anger, but because you donât know what else to do with the emotions clawing at your chest. âI hate you, remember?â
A smile spreads across Satoruâs face, soft and warm, despite the tension in the room. âAs much as Iâm obsessed with you.â
Your free hand tangles itself in his silky white hair, tugging lightly as your fingers weave through the strands. With just enough force, you pull him down once again, capturing his lips in a searing, passionate kiss that holds every ounce of anger, frustration, and longing you feel for him.
As surprising as it may seem, Satoru lets a smile stretch against your lips â pressed together in a sloppy, wet kiss that blends tongues, lips, and teeth. Your chest, magnetized to his, feels the pounding of his heart, each beat drumming against you like a bass drum.
Your teeth part, biting his lower lip cruelly, hard enough for a faint taste of blood to seep into your mouth. Yet, he doesnât seem fazed by it. In fact, he lets himself get intoxicated by your steamy breath, swallowing every gasp of air you exhale as if itâs his only source of oxygen.
With a natural ease, one of Satoruâs hands grabs yours and pins them above your head, pressing them against the wall as his pelvis grinds into yours. You feel the growing bulge youâve provoked pressing against you.
âSee what you do to me?â he breathes in your ear, breaking the kiss sloppily.
âAnd youâll lose it completely when I fuck you until Iâm the only one youâre thinking of,â you snap back, wrapping one leg around his hip before climbing fully onto him. With both legs now locked around his waist, your back is pinned to the wall, and your newly freed hands are poised to ravage your lover.
Blood rushes through your temples, creating a buzz in your ears. Your flushed ears mirror the crimson tips of Satoruâs. Supporting you with one arm, he uses the other to trace a finger across your lips, smearing the remnants of his blood there.
âCanât wait to think even more of you â even though you already fill all my dreams and nightmares,â he murmurs with a sly grin. Then, both hands slide to your thighs, gripping them as he carries you to the bedâthe same bed where you had your last steamy session with him.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Satoru settles between your legs while you lay back comfortably, fully aware he plans to take care of you before you ruin him. With practiced ease, his rough but tender hands remove your pajama shorts and panties, discarding them to the floor with a soft rustle. Your skin is adorned with earlier marksâpurplish bruises, handprints, and hickeys â all of which tell a story (a decidedly sexy one, at that).
Just the sight of your spread legs, offering him an unobstructed view of your glistening, swollen folds â still slick from earlierâignites a fiery tremor in his core. Heâs practically salivating at the sight but regains focus when your heel presses sharply against his shoulder, a silent demand for urgency.
âDonât make me wait,â you mouth, locking your gaze with his as his mouth inches dangerously close to your core.
Impatience mingles with the tension crackling between you. The moment his lips close around your clit, a hiss escapes your mouth.
Your fingers thread through his snow-white hair as though itâs the only lifeline keeping you from falling into the abyss. His warm, skilled tongue laps at your folds with slow, ravenous intensity. Every stroke of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure surging through you, spurring him to drink you in until his thirst is quenched.
âSatoru, f-fastâah,â you stammer when his tongue flicks your now puffy, sensitive clit with pinpoint precision.
Your eyes roll back, your breath quickens, and your body trembles with each wave of pleasure. Your hands tug incessantly at his hair, driving him absolutely wild.
âFaster?â He looks up at you, his mouth still latched onto your center. âIs that what youâlickâwant? Keep ripping my hair out, then.â
And thatâs exactly what he makes you do. Your hips buck involuntarily toward his face, and he grunts in approval, gripping your hips with his large hands. Then, he lifts your legs over his arms and shoulders, perfectly positioning himself to devour you even more deeply.
Determined to make you cum as quickly as possible, the tip of his tongue teases your dripping, needy entrance. He feels your walls fluttering, your core pulsing and throbbing, empty and desperate.
The idea of filling you crosses his mind.
âPoor thing needs to be filled, huh?â he chuckles darkly, his voice thick and gravelly.
When he slides a long finger into you â slowly, carefully â the way your velvety walls clench tightly around him nearly makes him lose control on the spot. You grip his digit so tightly, drawing him deeper, that every movement inside you elicits louder, breathier curses laced with frustration.
âDonât try to mock me, you bastâ ah!â you moan, throwing your head back on the mattress the second after the pad of his forefinger reached your cervix â a spot that you can never reach yourself and even your husband. âOh my God, I hate you so muchâŚâ
âYou know what I love the most when weâre doing it?â Satoru whispers with a smirk, bringing his damp lips back to your clit to suck your bud at the same time as heâs fingering you. âWhen you lose allâkissâyourâlickâcontrolâsuckâonly from my touch, arenât you, sweetheart?â he purrs against your core, his finger curling up right in your sweet spot. âSay you hate me baby, Iâm just waiting for you to be ready and take care of me.â
âIâyou buck your hips harderâhate you,â you groan louder and firmer than earlier and clench around him right before cumming hard, hips bucking up against him and arching your back with no control over it.
Your vision blurs and star-like spots pop on your darkening vision. The intensity of your orgasm crashes over you so hard that for a few seconds, youâre losing almost all your senses â hearing, sight and touch â because of your mind going dizzy.
When the sensation wears off, a quick glance to the side reveals an already undressed Satoru, his impatient length just waiting for your attention â already twitching and hard like rock for you.
With a wry smile plastered to his lips, he reaches over you to grab your hips and gently lift you up and switch places â him lying on his back and you sitting so sensuously on top of him with your thighs delicately wrapped around his hips. He can't resist submitting to you completely.
Your still pulsing core rests straight on his cock, like you are riding him for real â or not yet.
Your senses restored, you donât wait long before raising your hips, Satoruâs hands still holding them, and taking in his drooling length of precum with one hand. As you lower your hips, the fat tip of Satoru's dick pushes forward your hole and gets trapped in your walls glistening with your juices.
You both moan at the same time, head throwing back and mouth open ajar from the strong pleasure. Each inch that was moving further more into your cunt until the mushroom tip kisses your cervix was already being milked because your walls are so fucking sensitive that itâs making Satoruâs eyes roll back and babble nonsense.
âSweetâ Sweetheart, donât squeeze y-yet, I need time toââ But you cut him off with your forefinger pressed against his handsome lips.
âNuh-uh.â You lean in with a mischievous smile plastered on your face, eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of being on top of him. âYouâre going to be a good boy and take my pussy, understood?â And you punctuate your warning with a sharp bounce of your hips that makes him moan with pleasure then nod hurriedly.
âMhhâhmph!â
So you start moving your hips up and down with purposeful slowness.
Your hand wraps around his throat and squeezes gently. Your hips bounce harder each time, and you ignore Satoruâs uncontrolled moans, which, despite his clenched jaw, can't help letting out moans and whimpers of pleasure.
âWhoâs a good boy, tell me?â you ask, thrusting down your hips along his cock harder once more.
âN-Not gonna say it, sweetie,â Satoru chokes out between breathless hiccups because your hand squeezes his throat harder. âYou can bet itâ GodâŚâ He can feel your walls tightening around him, your core pulsing and his length throbbing inside you and at the verge of spilling out all the cum his sensitive balls were holding back. His hands grip your hips with more force that itâll leave marks but you both donât care anymore.
Itâs just you and him having sex to see who will break first.
Your heavy, noisy breaths â not to mention the wet sounds of your skin slapping against each other â fill the room. Hot blood courses through both your veins, but nothing can stop your hips from slamming mercilessly into Satoru, tightening every time youâre bouncing on him.
Even though you two are at the verge of reaching orgasm, you wanted to have your way with him this time.
âI hate you, Satoru Gojo,â you groan, leaning your chest against his before moving faster as your breath. His arms wrap around your back to get you close and then he can start matching your movements.
He presses his lips on your ear and whispers breathlessly, âIâm your, utterly yours,â right before cumming at the same time as your, his semen filling immediately your cunt as you clench around him and let out a similar pathetic whimper like him.
Toes curled up and eyelids shutting down, you both hug each other until the orgasm goes away. Not before a good one minute. Silence fills the room before your brain melts away to focus on the still rapid beating of your heart against Satoruâs chest.
âAfter this, Iâll help you pack your important things and we go home. Our true home, okay?â he murmurs against your ear. âIâll give you the life you want and deserve, sweetheart. No need to think about anything or anyone else.â And he concludes with a loving kiss on your temple as you nod, resting your cheek on his collarbone.
His big hand runs through your tousled hair before continuing to tenderly kiss your burning faces.
âI hate you,â you mumble, your mind growing heavy for a sleep.
âI love you too.â
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premise. as a formula 1 driver, you fight for the spot in your team. it's upsetting because you've been consistent and good for so long, yet are still disrespected by your team. your mentor doesn't seem so far off with that description
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Youâre often told to be too much. Too aggressive, too dangerous, too risky. There is nothing about you that is decentâthe statement is hilarious to think about. Itâs a compliment, really. One way or another, theyâre praising you for your driving. Sure, they could have phrased it better. It was still a compliment nonetheless.
Another podium on the record. You came in just second with a second behind your teammate. Itâs not really an ideal result, not to you. The visible upset in your face on the podium is captured by thousands. You can hear the âtoo competitiveâ being emphasized on your ever-growing list of âtooâ.
âYou did good,â he tells you in your hotel room. This is the kind of phrase you hear after you did decentânever bad, if you did bad, he would tell you. Decent isnât bad. Though, stirring inside of you is a whirlwind of regret and anger. There was nothing that went good today, yet the smile on your teammateâs face was brighter than ever.
Scoffing, you shrug off your team polo. âDid I?â Youâre not quite convinced. His eyes follow your hands and your hands go to your bra. You donât take it off, you pull on the straps and sit on the bed. He follows you.
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BECAUSE I'M HIM ... mature one - shot (21+) | PART I
pairing : supe!ateez x supe!villain!f!reader ( ft. supe!villain!sanhwa x supe!villain!f!reader )
genre : dark, mature, heroes and villains, demon slayer x mha inspired, angst
word count : 24k
warnings : language, a lot... a LOT of fight scenes đŽâđ¨, death / murder, blood / body gore, suicide, choking, attempted murder, the government wouldn't do that to you - oh yes they would, mass killing (a whole island gets wiped out â not in detail and only mentioned), MAJOR character deaths, cannibalism (kind of), mention human sacrifice, any korean that appears might be inaccurate
smut warnings : unprotected sex, pain kink, wound... fingering (I CAN EXPLAIN), handjob
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note : for topaz's @sanjoongie YOTV collab â had so much fun planning this and writing it, thank you for allowing me to be apart of this collab and i hope you enjoy it! please make sure to check out the other fics for this collab with the masterlist!
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with the hero association struggling to take down the villain alliance, they and the government force death row villains to team up with some of the world's greatest heroes in order to hunt down and defeat them. you are one of those villains.
ACT I: THE FINAL SELECTION
maximum security prison â interrogation room â day
the briefing room was sterile and cold. not only that but filled with tension that it could be easily cut with a knife. the seven heroes in the room along with the two hero association agents stood in a line, waiting. their hero uniforms were sharp and pristine â like they had never experienced being in a fight before. some of them exchanged wary glances, waiting for their captain to speak up.Â
some of the wary glances focus on said captain, hongjoong, as he lets out an annoyed sigh, arms crossed and a scowl on his face, âi still think this is a mistake. we donât need some damn villains on our team.âÂ
âmaybe we should hear the reasoning first,â jongho says calmly as he leans against the wall and gestures to the two agents who are whispering amongst themselves, âthey must have a plan after all.âÂ
wooyoung let out an annoyed tsk at the youngest memberâs words, âseriously? whose bright idea was it to bring in villains? weâre supposed to be heroes, not babysitters.âÂ
âor theyâre just desperate,â yeosang sounds a little skeptical before heâs glancing at yunho, âyunho, you⌠you knew y/n, didnât you? before you became a hero?âÂ
âyeah. we⌠we grew up together. went to school together too,â he answers, his body stiffening slightly at the mention of you and your⌠past together.Â
âand youâre only bringing that up now? feels like a pretty important detail,â wooyoung says, looking at yunho was a raised eyebrow. he was suspicious of why yunho would exclude ever telling the team this information.Â
the top hero looks at wooyoung, âitâs not relevant. that was years ago,â he says, defensively, but why? was he trying to defend himself or you?Â
ânot relevant?â hongjoong speaks up this time, âyou sure about that? she turned into a villain, killed a bunch of people at vanguard, yunho. makes me wonder if you missed the warning signs back then.âÂ
yunho clenches his fist, eyes shooting a glare at his captain, but mingi steps in, âalright, thatâs enough. no reason to randomly start pointing fingers.âÂ
wooyoung turns his head, âstill doesnât mean this is right. we shouldnât be working with people who are on fucking death row of all things,â he says under his breath.Â
âwe donât have to like it, but you know the villain alliance is escalating. if bringing in these three gives us an edge, we canât afford to turn it down.âÂ
âof course you would be on the side of bringing the villains in, yeosang,â wooyoung says, eyes glaring at his friend, teammate, âjust because they have dark powers like yours doesnât mean they are like you.â yeosangâs ears burn a bright red as his eyes look down to the floor, avoiding the others uneasy glances.
the tension in the room hangs heavy, with yunho shifting uncomfortably as the others cast sidelong glances at him. the door opens, breaking the moment and yunho internally sighs in relief, as the three villains â seonghwa, san, and you â are escorted inside by armed guards. your gray prison uniforms are a stark contrast to the heroesâ pristine, clean ones. yunhoâs eyes focus in on the thick collars around your necks, a dim, red light pulsing faintly â prisoner control devices. you are further restrained with a sleek, heavy, metal helmet that entirely covers your head and face. yunho is sure that you canât see out of it at all.Â
âthis is ridiculous. putting them on our team?â hongjoong says once more, scowl growing even deeper.Â
âby order of the hero association, youâre to work together,â one of the agents said, fixing their glasses, âthe villain alliance is escalating â demon appearances are increasing, dangerously, youâll need their help. villains are better suited to take down other villains afterall.âÂ
your head tilts slightly, sensing the hostility in the room despite being unable to see it. seonghwa and san exchange quick glances, their body language guarded.Â
âthis is a bad idea. theyâre basically just as dangerous as the demons,â jongho whispers quietly from the other side of yunho.Â
âwe donât have a choice,â yunho says back, trying his best to sound neutral; however, he canât tear his eyes away from you. all he can do is picture you from six years ago, before the hero association and public claimed you to be one of the worst villains alive.Â
the other agent steps forward, their presence commanding attention as they begin to speak, âweâve gathered intel that the villain alliance has been growing exponentially with more and more demons popping up. they are also reported to have a ranking system with the top demons known as the twelve moons. these twelve demons are the allianceâs most strongest aside from their leader â nicha yontararak, is powerful. we donât know the exact extent of her powers yet. which is why these three,â they say pointing to you and the other two villains, âare some of our strongest villains we have on death row. theyâve⌠agreed to cooperate.âÂ
wooyoung canât help but let out a snicker at the agentâs words, ââagreedâ? pretty sure those collars say otherwise.âÂ
âas if we want to help you all. i would rather happily stay in my cell and watch you all fail miserably,â san snaps back sharply.Â
wooyoung steps forward, jaw clenched, âbig words for someone in cuffs.âÂ
âcareful, hero. the collars donât stop us from speaking,â seonghwa says, his voice the complete opposite of sanâs. like fire and ice.Â
you remain silent, your head shifting slightly as if trying your best to track the conversation. the helmet not only robs you of your sight, but also most of your hearing. your restrained demeanor makes you an enigmatic presence amongst the three villains.Â
âenough. weâre all here for the same reason,â yeosang says calmly, trying to de-escalate the situation before it grew even more hostile. was that even possible? he surely didnât want to find out.Â
âspeak for yourself,â hongjoong scoffs.
the first agent speaks up again, âthis isnât up for debate. the decision is final. get them integrated into the team.â the guards step back but remain close, their hands on their weapons as if waiting for either villains or heroes to make the wrong move. the two agents turn to leave but the second one pauses at the door.Â
âone last thing. these collars can and will neutralize them if they step out of line. you have our full authorization to engage them if necessary, captain hongjoong.â the agents exits the room, leaving a thick silence behind. the room feels suffocating with unspoken tension.Â
âso, will you actually be able to help us? or is this just an eventual setup?â jongho asks, looking towards the villains.Â
âwe were in prison, not their meetings,â seonghwa deadpans at the youngest hero, âdo we look like demons to you?âÂ
yunho finds himself stepping closer to you, ây/n? how⌠how have you been?â his voice is quiet and he cringes at how he sounds. why the hell would he ask you that? of course you havenât been good, youâve been in prison.Â
you donât answer him; however, choosing to remain silent which causes hongjoong to let out a laugh as if to ridicule yunho. yunho casts a quick glance at you. his jaw tightens, an unfamiliar guilt gnawing at him. he shifts uncomfortably, wondering if things couldâve been different â if he had done more, maybe tried harder to help you all those years ago. his fingers curl into fists before he looks away, swallowing his thoughts.Â
âdonât waste your breath, yunho. she doesnât care about any of this,â hongjoong says.Â
san steps forward, tension rolling off his form, âwatch your mouth,â he threatens with a clenched jaw.Â
âor what?â hongjoong asks with a cold smile, âyou canât do anything without your leash.âÂ
before things could escalate further, mingi steps between them, raising his hands in a calming gesture. âweâre supposed to be working together. letâs not start killing each other before the real fight.âÂ
seonghwa places a hand on sanâs shoulder, guiding him back a step. you tilt your head slightly, as if observing the dynamics despite your blindness.Â
âthis is going well,â yeosang says softly, the tension clearly making him on edge.Â
âitâs gonna get worse,â wooyoung mutters.Â
âthen weâd better figure it out fast. the villain alliance isnât going to wait for us to get along,â jongho says seriously as he looks around.Â
ateez compound â common room â evening
the ateez compound is probably the nicest facility youâve ever seen. its sleek in design and filled with every necessity a hero team might need and more: training rooms, living quarters, a common area with large couches, a television that actually worked, and a kitchen off to the side. the atmosphere, however, is anything but welcoming, you conclude.Â
you sit in the corner of the common room, back against the wall, and your head finally free of that damn helmet that you had been forced to wear for six years in prison. seonghwa leans on the arm of one of the long couches, observing the room with an icy, detached look. san, sits cross-legged on the floor, tossing a small ball against the wall and catching it repeatedly. the three of you remain isolated, a rather stark contrast to the other heroes clustered together on the other side of the room.Â
the air on the other side of the common area is heavy with an uneasy mix of silence and tension. hongjoong stands by the large window that overlooks the surrounding outside area of the compound, arms crossed, his sharp gaze darting towards the three villains every few seconds. his eyes stay on you a little longer, taking in your calm yet unreadable face. wooyoung leans against the wall near him, arms folded tightly, while yeosang and mingi quietly watch from the kitchen.Â
jongho watches everyone from his spot on the other couch that isnât occupied by seonghwa. yunho, perched on the edge of a chair, keeps glancing at you but says nothing.Â
âi still canât believe we have to live with them. itâs like inviting a time bomb into your house,â hongjoong grimaces.Â
âmore like three. pretty sure those collars wonât stop them if they decide to go rogue,â wooyoung snickers from beside him.Â
âyou donât know that. maybe this could work if we actually tried,â mingi said, a little louder than he intended. hongjoong shifts his gaze to mingi, eyebrows raised.Â
âtried? theyâre not here to make friends, mingi. theyâre here because the association thinks villains killing villains is easier than us doing it.âÂ
âit doesnât mean they canât be allies. everyone starts somewhere,â yeosang says calmly.Â
wooyoung rolls his eyes at the red-haired heroâs words, âdark powers stick together, huh?â yeosang doesnât respond to the obvious bait, but his jaw tightens. meanwhile, you tilt your head slightly, almost like you were listening.Â
san catches his ball with an annoyed sigh, âwe can hear you, you know.â he says flatly.Â
âgood,â wooyoung responds mockingly, âsaves me the trouble of repeating myself.âÂ
âyouâre very brave when youâre surrounded by your friends,â you suddenly speak up, breaking your silence. the room goes quiet at your words. this is the first time any of them have heard you speak and it sends an uneasy shiver down the heroesâ spines as you narrow your eyes over at wooyoung. an unexplainable energy feels like his chest when you make eye contact, and he opens his mouth to respond, but hongjoong puts a hand on his arm, shaking his head. the tension is palpable.Â
the setting sun is the only thing warming the otherwise cold room, painting the usually white walls with an orange glow to it.Â
ateez compound â rooftop â later that night
the rooftop of the compound offers a great view of the surrounding forest. you can see the city in the distance, the skyline blinking and it reminds you of the stars that are in the sky. yeosang stands at the edge, leaning on the railing looking out at said skyline. you join him, your movements quiet.Â
âcouldnât sleep?â you ask, opting to not look at yeosang, but you could tell he was distracted.Â
âno.âÂ
âfigured,â you said, smirking lightly, âi guess the compoundâs not as relaxing as it usually is, huh?â
yeosang doesnât respond immediately. you shift a little, looking from him to the city where his eyes are.Â
âdo they⌠hate you too?â you asked quietly, as if you were worried that someone unwanted would overhear you.Â
âwhat?â yeosang finally looks at you, a look of surprise on his face.Â
âthe others. your powers are different. they must notice.â
yeosang lets out an awkward cough as he considers your words for a moment, then shrugs. âiâve gotten used to it. people are scared of what they donât understand. itâs easier to focus on appearances instead.âÂ
âthe public loves appearances more than powers,â you said absentmindedly and yeosang canât help but agree. you hear him take a breath, like he was going to say something, but changes his mind. âwhat? just ask what you want.âÂ
âthe helmet.â
âwhat about it?â
âwhy were you wearing it?â
âit was a security measure. the association learned that it was harder for me to use my powers if i couldnât see, so⌠bye-bye sight,â you explain to him and yeosang frowns at your words.Â
âthe⌠hero association isnât bad are they?â he asks and you remain quiet for a few moments before letting out a sigh.Â
ânot to you maybe, but i am what they label as a villain,â you say with a dry laugh. âso⌠yeah.âÂ
âright,â he says with a nod before heâs watching you step away from the edge and back towards the door.Â
âmake sure you get some sleep, yeosang, good night,â you say, leaving yeosang alone once again.Â
âgood night, y/n.â
ateez compound â training room â morning
the training room is dimly lit, walls lined with weapons and dummies. seonghwa is sitting on the floor, stretching, while yeosang practices his summoning abilities nearby. dark shadows twist and coil around him, taking the form of skeletal figures. you lean against the wall, watching yeosangâs power with mild interest.Â
âso they kept you in solitary confinement?â yeosang asks, looking over to where you are leaning against the wall.Â
âthey didnât trust me to not use my powers on the other prisoners,â you say rather flatly.Â
âmust have been⌠isolating,â he says with a small nod.Â
your expression flickers for a moment before you shrug, âisolations not so bad when the companyâs worse.â
seonghwa snorts softly, but thereâs tension in his posture. jongho enters the room, his presence grounding. he surveys the scene before turning his attention to you.Â
âtheyâre not wrong to be cautious. youâre powerful,â he says.Â
âcareful, jongho. almost sounds like a compliment,â you say with a smirk.Â
âjust an observation, but power doesnât mean anything without control.â
seonghwaâs eyes flicker to you, a shadow of concern in his expression. before anyone can respond, yeosangâs shadowy figure lunges towards a dummy, striking it with force. the sound echoes, breaking the tension.
âyou ever think about what youâd be doing if you werenât here? if things were different?â yeosang asks rather casually that it almost makes you laugh at how easy-going and innocent his demeanor is.Â
you hesitate, your gaze turning hazing and distant for a moment, âsometimes. doesnât change anything, though.âÂ
seonghwa exchanges a glance with jongho, unspoken thoughts hanging heavy in the air.Â
ateez compound â outdoor training grounds â day
the outdoor training grounds are sprawling, surrounded by high fences in order to protect the compound from any unwanted visitors and allow its residents to easily overlook the gray sky. you and yunho are standing opposite each other on the sparring mat, the rest of the team watching from the sidelines. hongjoong has said that him and the others should get a feel of what they are working with when it comes to you, seonghwa, and san. of course, you know he thinks heâs just wasting his time. if wooyoung not voicing the fact loudly didnât tell you anything.Â
âyou ready?â yunho asks awkwardly, but when is he not awkward with you?Â
âalways,â you reply flatly.Â
the two of you begin sparring, your movements sharp and calculated. yunho hesitates, his strikes lacking conviction and passion. you take advantage of this, knocking him off balance.Â
âwhatâs wrong, number one hero? afraid to hit me?â you taunt him.Â
yunho regains his footing, his jaw tightening, âof course not,â he says defensively. he lungs forward, but you counter effortlessly, your power flickering subtly around you â small bouts of red lightning appearing. yunho falters, his mind clouded with static. flashes of a memory â unclear and fragmented â flicker in his mind. he stumbles, clutching his head.Â
you pause, brows furrowing, âyunho?âÂ
before you can approach, mingiâs voice cuts through the haze. âyunho! you okay?â yunho straightens, shaking off the disorientation.
âiâm fine,â he says, brushing it off like nothing happened.Â
you step back, your expression guarded. the sparring session resumes, but the tension is heavier now. yunho is more aggressive in his movements, as if trying to prove something, but your skills thankfully keep you ahead.Â
âenough! this isnât a fight to the death,â hongjoong says from the sidelines.
yunho steps back, breathing heavily. you lower your guard, gaze lingering on him. âyouâre holding back,â you say quietly.Â
yunho doesnât respond, turning away. the team disperses, the unresolved tension hanging over them like a storm cloud.Â
ateez compound â common room â evening
mingi and yeosang are playing a game of cards at the table while seonghwa reads a book on the couch nearby. san lounges not too far from him, watching the game with mild interest. you sit in the corner by the window, eyes glued to the nature surrounding the compound. a flock of crows fly by and they have you entranced for a moment.Â
âyouâre terrible at this,â mingi says to yeosang with a large grin on his face.Â
âiâm letting you win,â yeosang deadpans back at the light-user.Â
you glance away from the window, your gaze flickering between them and their cards.Â
âhe cheats, you know,â you say, directing your words to yeosang. the handsome hero looks towards his teammate with wide, shocked eyes which makes mingi gasps, feigning offense.Â
âi do not!â he shrieks out, this causes san to chuckle from his seat as seonghwa looks up from his book, a faint smirk on his face. you know moments of peace like this are brief, but you canât help but feel this is a small step towards a hopeful unity.Â
if only the others were like mingi and yeosangâŚÂ Â
ateez compound â training room â night
youâve grown use to hearing the hum of the machinery in the training room over the short amount of time youâve been here. it echoing and bouncing off the walls and sparring mats. you stood near the edge of the large sparring mat, back against the wall with seonghwa next to you. his arms crossed and his shoulder brushing against yours as he whispers quiet words into your ear. the quiet promises of something later making you let out a small smile.Â
san sits across from you all on the floor, stretching, his broad shoulders even more prominent in the black tank top heâs wearing. he canât help the soft grin that graces his lips as he watches you and seonghwa. âthat definitely looks like training.â Â
you turn to look at the blood user, grinning softly, âi think weâve had enough training for one day.â
seonghwa hums in agreement, tilting his head towards you slightly, âi agree. iâd rather just be here.âÂ
san lets out a chuckle, rising to his feet and stepping closer to the two of you. he stops just next to you, his hands brushing lightly over your arms and it sends a chill down your spine.Â
âi think you look better when youâre not fighting,â san teases, making you laugh.Â
âi donât fight all the time,â you say, rolling your eyes a little bit at his words, âyou were always the one starting fights in prison. i was too busy being held in solitary confinement.â
âand you only came out when they threw san in,â seonghwa says, making san send a glare over the other male.Â
you notice seonghwa watches you and san with a calm expression, eyes soften as you canât help but rest your forehead gently against sanâs. you feel the shapeshifterâs finger tracing up your back, neck â over the damn death collar, and under your chin before heâs turning your face to look at him.Â
âhwaâŚâ you call out his name softly and it feels unreal almost. like the three of you werenât villains, but just⌠normal people. âi donât know what iâd do without you both,â you add quietly as you feel seonghwaâs arms slip around your waist. seonghwaâs grip is both grounding and gentle as he pulls you towards him. you feel san pressing a light kiss to your hair and you feel your heart speed up from how close to the males are.Â
you havenât been this close to them in a while and it felt nice.Â
seonghwa draws your attention back to him as his hand comes to brush along your cheek, lifting your chin slightly as his lips connect with yours. san hovers behind you, sandwiching you between the two, his hands resting lighting on your hips and slipping underneath your shirt, and tracing small circles into your skin.Â
the moment stretches, tender and unguarded, and for now you forget about the hero association, the villain alliance, hongjoongâs aggressive attitude, and even yunhoâs avoid eyes. you felt normal. your fingers curl gently into seonghwaâs shirt to pull him closer to you â if that was even possible. san presses his forehead against your shoulder and you feel his lips press into your skin.Â
from the shadows of the door, yunho stands frozen in place. his eyes watching the intimacy between you three and he canât help the twist in his gut at the sight. his fists clench, unclench, clench again at his sides as an unfamiliar mix of emotions flickering through him.
the room blurs slightly, but yunho canât find it in him to look away. like he refuses to look away. heart pounding in his ears when seonghwa presses his lips to yours once more, sanâs thumb grazing over your bandaged, healing skin with a sort of tenderness yunho didnât even realize the blood user even had.Â
a faint static hum fills yunhoâs mind. his vision distorts â flashes of static along with something distant and obscured flicker across his thoughts. he grips the doorway, feeling his breath hitch as sweat builds along his hairline. a vague image â your face, slightly younger and laughing, suddenly blurs into focus for a split second, only to fade back into the static.Â
his breath shudders as the static fragments slip away, leaving a dull ache in its wake. yunhoâs knuckles whiten against the frame as his mind reels in so many directions.
âyâŚho? yunâŚ? yunho? you good?â mingiâs sudden voice snaps yunho out of his daze and grounds him.Â
the top hero stiffens a little, blinking as he turns to see his friend approaching him. yunho clears his throat and steps away from the doorway, not wanting mingi to find out he was spying on you three.Â
shaking the lingering ache from his mind, âyeah, iâm fine.â a fake smile appears on his face, and he hopes that mingi buys it.Â
âyou sure?â he asks, eyes studying him and a frown faintly appearing, âyou look like youâve seen a ghost.â
yunho forces a laugh, his smile still not reaching his eyes as he nods, âjust tired.â his gaze shifts back towards the training room, thoughts lingering on the villains one last time. the warmth you all seem to share feels distant, like something yunho canât reach.Â
as yunho walks past mingi and down the hall, his expression hardens, but the flicker of the static memory lingers. haunting and incomplete. his fingers brush briefly over his temple, the ache refusing to fade.Â
outskirts of seoul â itaewon district â nightÂ
the nine of you stand together at the edge of the seemingly desolate district. the supposedly once lively streets are eerily silent. when briefed about the mission originally, you were expecting to see at least some people hiding in their homes, away from the villain that is terrorizing the district. however, this place was completely deserted: broken windows, overturned cars, and abandoned belongings create an unsettling atmosphere that sends an unwanted chill down your spine. a flickering streetlight buzzes faintly in the distance and you think it only adds to unsettling tension.Â
hongjoong stands at the front of the group, his eyes scanning the area, âstay sharp. somethingâs not right here,â he says and you all nod. despite how much you donât like hongjoong for how hostile heâs been, you have to hand it to him that he takes his captain role seriously in cases like this.Â
âitâs too quiet. no birds, no wind⌠nothing,â yeosang says, frown evident on his face as he also looks around.Â
you all continue to walk cautiously down the street. mingi kneels down next to an abandoned bicycle, the handlebars bent and smeared with blood. âwhatever happened here wasnât long ago,â he says, looking from the bicycle to you and the others.Â
suddenly, a low clicking noise echoes through the streets. everyone freezes.
âwhat the hell was that?â yunho asks, tensing as he clenches his fists. you look around nervously, your breath visible in the cold air. when did it suddenly get so cold?
âprobably a rat,â wooyoung snickers, but you can tell heâs trying to hide his nerves, âor maybe y/nâs shadow creeping around.â you shoot him a sharp glare, but choose to say nothing. you refuse to waste your breath on him and his snide remarks.Â
âthatâs no rat,â seonghwa whispers, eyes narrowing.Â
the clicking grows louder, accompanied by the sound of something wet and slithering. the sounds fill your senses as you and the team move cautiously toward the sound, weapons ready. as you turn a corner, thatâs when you come across the horrific thing â a man (or what looked like a man) crouched over a pile of corpses, tearing into the flesh of his victims as blood pools around him at his feet.Â
you couldnât help but let out a gasp when the manâs head suddenly snapped towards your group. no⌠it wasnât man, at least not anymore, you concluded. his face had been morphed into something similar to a spider. several beady eyes and fangs protruding from his mouth, his limbs were also similar to that of a spider â long and spindly limbs which you figure made it easier for the creature to tear into flesh.Â
âwhat the fuck?â jongho grimaced, gripping his fist as the spider monster stood to his full height and let out a hiss. Â
âitâs a demon! be careful!â you shouted right as the demon lunged for mingi who used his light powers in defense. the demon stopped in his tracks, shielding his eyes, he let out another shrieking hiss before heâs jumping back and away into the shadows.Â
âwhy the hell is there a demon here?â jongho asks, eyes wide in surprise which matches the rest of your faces.Â
âi donât know, but i have a feeling heâs not the only one here,â hongjoong says, eyes locking onto the pile of corpses the demon was just eating from. âletâs split up, this is no longer just a regular investigation mission.âÂ
outside itaewon district â forest â night
you and wooyoung run through the dark forest, the sound of your footsteps are muffled by the damp earth beneath you. the trees are dense, casting long, twisted shadows in the dim moonlight.Â
âwe shouldâve stayed with the others. i donât trust you watching my back,â wooyoung snarls out from slightly ahead of you.Â
âdonât worry, wooyoung. i wouldnât trust me either,â you say, rolling your eyes.
wooyoung opens his mouth to retort but stops short of his remark when you both stumble into a clearing. a woman wearing a white kimono stands in the center, strands of silk coming out of her fingers and you notice sheâs manipulating them. this must be the demon controlling the other spider demons. her eyes are closed, so it's hard to tell if sheâs noticed you and wooyoung yet.Â
âthis must be the main demon,â you whisper to wooyoung who nods in agreement. âwe kill her and the others should die as well.âÂ
an eerily smile then stretches onto the womanâs face, eyes snapping open and you notice that instead of regular pupils she instead has íěë¤ěŻ â lower five â written on her eyes. âah~ fresh prey. how delightful~ you both will be perfect additions to my family,â she says, words dripping from her mouth.Â
wooyoung lets out a tsk, âletâs see how delightful you find this,â he says, raising both hands and allowing both of them to easily be engulfed in ice and flames.Â
âsheâs with the villain alliance, be careful!â you say, but wooyoung seems to ignore your warning as he unleashes streams of fire and ice, weaving them together to attack the woman. the villain lungs for wooyoung, spider limbs ripping from her back and you watch as she easily dodges all of wooyoungâs attacks. her inhuman agility easily gives the hero a run for his money.Â
thatâs when you notice her fingers, moving and invisible silk strings glimmering slightly in the moonlight. you suck in a breath when you realize that you and wooyoung have walked right into her web. you summon a sword with your powers, shimmering red as you grip it tightly in your hold, charging at the spider villain.Â
you manage to cut down one of her spider limbs, black blood spraying the area around while some of it lands on your arm. you let out a hiss as the blood starts to burn. acid. her blood was acidic thanks to her powers. she lets out another hiss before directing her attention towards you now. your blade gleaming in the moonlight. the two of you clash violently, the sound of steel meeting hardened exoskeleton rings through the forest air. the woman retaliates, one of her bladed limbs slicing across your arm, drawing blood.Â
wooyoung suddenly appears from your peripheral, left fist covered in ice as he manages to strike her, freezing the part that wooyoung made contact with. you use wooyoung as a distraction, slashing through the silk strands before countering a powerful swing from one of her spider limbs.Â
âyouâre not walking away from this,â wooyoung hisses out before attacking her again with his ice powers. the villain grits her teeth, silk strands whip out, wrapping around your arm and yanking you forward.Â
âyouâre wasting your potential with these weaklings,â she says, gripping your face tightly as another strand of silk catches your other arm. you feel the strands digging into your skin and slowly dripping down your arms. âjoin my family.â
ânot⌠a chance,â you hissed out before managing to headbut the villain and knocking her away. wooyoung burns the strands that held you, and you turn to give him a nod before you snap your attention back to the villain. Â
she lets out a high-pitched scream that shakes the trees around the clearing. her eyes begin to transform into a darker red color, teeth sharpening as the strands attached to her fingers turn a blood red.Â
âi am sakura, lower rank five of the twelve moons. servant to lady nicha, creator of the demons and leader of the villain alliance, and i will make sure to kill you all and bring your heads back to her on a plate!â sakura hisses out as her remaining spider limbs hoist her up above you and wooyoung.Â
you brace your sword while wooyoung stands next to you, both fire and ice at the ready. âlike to see you try, spider-bitch.âÂ
outside itaewon district â deeper in the forest â night
yunho and san run through the forest, breathing uneven from both villain and hero as they rush into the clearing. they manage to arrive just as you and wooyoung struggle to subdue sakura. the villainâs grotesque, spider-like form creating dangerous shadow-like figures under the moonlight, her bladed limbs slicing through the air with deadly precision.Â
âweâre here!â yunho shouts as him and san rush forward, âhold her off!âÂ
âabout time! sheâs a damn nightmare!â wooyoung says through gritted teeth as he dodges one of sakuraâs limbs.Â
sakura lets out an inhuman screech, her silk strands snapping like whips towards the group. you counter, slashing the threads mid-air with your glowing sword, but more strands follow, faster and more aggressive than the previous ones.Â
âsheâs not slowing down!â you shout, dodging and slashing at several strands. so many are coming at once that you donât even notice more of them coming from behind; however, san does. he plants his feet firmly, his blood tendrils lashing out like crimson blades, slicing through the silk strands. he extends a sharp tendril forward, wrapping it around one of sakuraâs legs, and yanks her off balance.Â
âiâve got her! go!â san shouts and you nod rushing towards the villain, blade raised high in the air, but sakura twists unnaturally, snapping sanâs blood tendrils with her powerful limbs. she leaps into the air, flipping away from the males and lands directly in front of you. sakura thrusts one of her bladed limbs towards your chest. you dodge, but not fast enough â sakuraâs limb slices across your upper arm, drawing blood.Â
you let out a hiss as you roll away from her, âfucking hell,â you mutter, glaring at the spider villain who has a malicious smile stretching across her face.Â
you easily shrug off the pain, swinging your sword with calculated fury, sparks flying as the blade clashes against sakuraâs hardened limbs. each strike grows more vicious, the forest ground beneath you splattered with dirt, blood, and silk.Â
yunho then comes rushing in, âstay back, y/n!â he barrels into sakura with his shoulder, sending her sprawling to the ground. he stands in front of you, his fists flowing faintly with energy.Â
âa hero protecting a villain? how sweet. too bad iâll have to kill you both!â sakura snarls out tauntingly. she then lunges, her blades arms spinning in a flurry of strikes. yunho ducks and counters, landing a glowing punch that sends her reeling.Â
ânow!â yunho shouts to san who nods.Â
san forms a massive spear from both his own blood and whatâs already been spilled and hurls it with deadly precision. it impales sakuraâs shoulder, pinning her to a tree. he then hurls several smaller ones into her body to keep her from trying to get free.Â
âdo it now! take her down before she gets free!â san shouts urgently to you. you sprint forward, sword glowing brighter as your power surges. but sakura, even pinned, refuses to go down easily it seems. she lets out a screech and pulls herself free, shattering the tree behind her and even leaving several large holes in her body.Â
âyouâll have to try harder than that!â sakura snarls with a laugh.Â
âhow the fuck is she still alive?!â wooyoung shouts, annoyed.Â
âyou have to aim for the neck when it comes to demons,â yunho tells him.Â
suddenly, sakura summons more spider demons, their grotesque forms crawling from the shadows of the forest. all bearing a striking resemblance to sakura herself. wooyoung steps up, unleashing a fiery explosion that engulfs several of them.
âiâve got the small ones. you three handle her!â he shouts before having two more spider demons engulfed in flames with loud screeches.Â
san and yunho close in on sakura, attacking in unison. san uses his blood tendrils to ensnare her limbs, while yunho lands precise strikes on her half regenerated torso, forcing her back.Â
sakura leaps into the trees, her movements becoming even more fast and erratic. you follow her, launching herself into the air with a burst of power.Â
âyouâre not getting away!â you shout, swinging your sword mid-air, narrowly missing sakura as the villain flips backward. they land in a small clearing, separated from the others.Â
sakura smirks, her bladed limbs ready for another attack, âyouâre persistent, but youâre just a pawn, same as me.âÂ
âwe are nothing alike,â you say, gritting your teeth and charging again, sword blazing. you land a powerful slash across sakuraâs abdomen, black blood spilling onto the ground and just barely missing you. sakura screams in rage and pain, movements becoming more erratic and less precise.Â
yunho and san catch up, cornering sakura from opposite sides. san skewers one of her limbs with his blood tendrils, holding her in place, while yunho delivers a devastating punch to her mid section, you even hear her exoskeleton cracking.Â
âwe need to immobilize her! take her into custody for the hero association!â yunho shouts to you. you approach sakura, sword trembling in your hands from the amount of energy this fight has taken. thatâs when your eyes meet sakuraâs.Â
you see a wave of panic flood her eyes as she begins struggling to free herself. âkill me! you have to kill me!â her voice desperate and pleading. it catches the three of you off guard at her sudden tone change.Â
âwhat?â you say, sword gripped tightly in your hand.Â
âsheâll find me! lady nicha will do worse than death! please, just kill me!â her words screaming and bouncing off the trees surrounding the clearing.Â
you hesitate, sword hovering at sakuraâs neck. the conflict in your eyes is clear as sakuraâs pleas echo in your ears. her pleas sounding hauntingly familiar to those you have heard before.Â
yunho notices the hesitation in your stance, ây/n, donât hesitateâÂ
before anyone can act, sakura seizes your sword with her remaining limb and makes a clean swipe at her neck. the blade cuts through her neck, head being severed from her body as they both collapse, lifeless. blood sprays across your body, her blood staining your face and hands.Â
you stand frozen, staring at sakuraâs body. âshe⌠she killed herself,â you whisper, shaken at the sight.Â
san steps forward in an attempt to comfort you, his expression softening. ây/n, it's not your faultâÂ
you flinch and push him away, stumbling back. you turn to face both san and yunho with wide and shaken eyes. yunho stares at your bloodied face, ây/nâ
suddenly, yunho grabs his head, a sharp pain overtaking him as his vision fills with static, distorted images flashing before his eyes. he sees fragments of you, blood across your face, but instead of fear you look almost⌠emotionless. dead.Â
ânoâŚâ he groans, clutching his head in pain, ânot again.â he collapses to his knees right as wooyoung joins the three in the clearing. he rushes up to yunho, panic on his face as he shakes his shoulder.Â
âyunho! whatâs happening?â the elemental hero asks, voice also full of panic.Â
yunho doesnât respond, his mind consumed by the visions. meanwhile, you still remain frozen, staring at your blood-covered hands. the clearing is silent except for the rustling of the wind and the faint distant calls of the others calling for their four teammates and the cawing of a single crow.
infinity castle â ââââââ
the infinity castle groaned with restless energy, its every moving labyrinth walls shifting in different patterns under the glow of several thousand orange lanterns. at the heart of it all, lady nicha stood on a platform, exuding a dominance that was godlike.Â
karina, seated beside her with her bipa resting gracefully in her lap, plucked a melancholic melody from its strings. the mournful tune filled the endless castle dimension, heavy and foreboding, stirring unease in the very air.Â
âkarina. call them.â
without a word, karinaâs fingers plucked a singular cord. several hanok doors appeared, sliding open and summoning the lower rank moons. one-by-one they stood on the platform above nicha, her cold gaze watching them intently. they all knelt down, heads bowed low, trembling beneath the weight of nichaâs presence and stare.Â
the woman surveyed them with disdain, her eyes narrowing as she looked over them. her voice, calm but laced with venom, shattered the silence. âsakura was killed. why is it that you demons in the lower ranks are so utterly weak? the upper ranks of the twelve moons have remained unchanged. how many times have you been replaced?â
thatâs easy for you to say, but we⌠one of the lower moons thought.Â
âthatâs easy for you to say, but weâŚâ nicha says, repeating the demonâs thoughts. âwhat? go ahead and say it.â her eyes piercing down at the lower moon with her red eyes.Â
iâm screwed! they thought, body trembling. Â
âscrewed how?âÂ
the air grew impossibly cold, the shadows on the walls twisting with sudden ferocity. her expression darkened, her crimson eyes gleaming with a silent fury. suddenly, a grotesque tendril appeared and attacked the lower moon, raising him upside down in the air. his eyes wide in fear, but had no opportunity to scream as the tendril shredded through him. blood pooling down blew and covering both the platform and remaining lower moons.Â
nicha then turns her attention to one of the other lower moons, âevery time you cross paths with a hero you run. the only thing on your mind is to escape it's an embarrassment to the villain alliance.â
the demon immediately began trying to explain herself, saying how she repeatedly puts her life on the line for lady nicha and her cause.Â
âare you⌠calling me a liar?â nichaâs voice reverberates through the chamber, each syllable a knife carving into the demonâs hysteric composure. the music from karinaâs bipa continued to play with a sharper edge. the grotesque tendril immediately crushed the lower moon with its weight. her blood spraying the remaining three lower moons with blood.Â
before nicha could continue her slaughter on the lower moons, the lower third suddenly dashes away. his demon speed taking him away from the platform he was originally summoned on and further into the infinity castle.Â
the only option is to run! he thought as he jumped from one sideways roof to another.Â
a sudden slash was heard before the lower moonâs head was clutched in nichaâs head, dripping blood as his dead eyes stared at the remaining too.Â
âi believe the twelve moons are better off consisting of just the upper ranks. i am now dismantling the lower ranks.â
nicha then effortlessly tosses the severed head down onto the other platform. the head hitting the wooden ground with a thump! and rolling slightly before coming to a sudden stop.Â
âdo you have any last words?â
âi can still be of use to you, lady nicha! if you were to just give me more of your blood thenâ
âwhat makes you think you can order me to give you my blood?â
âyou misunderstand! you misunderstand!â
âshut up. i misunderstand nothing. iâm never mistaken about anything. my word is absolute,â nichaâs eyes began to glow as she continued to look at the lower moon, âyou tried to tell me what to do, yet you are the worthless one. you deserve to die.âÂ
lower moon one, yena, is suddenly the only one left, her face covered in the blood of her previous fellow lower moons. yet, she continues to look up at lady nicha with more adoration than fear. eyes glazed over.Â
âdo you have any last words?â nicha asks, looking at the demon.Â
âif i am to die by your hand, my lady, then i am honored~ you have given me everything. my strength, my purpose⌠my life. if i am unworthy, than i would rather die by your hand than live in disgrace~âÂ
nicha paused, her fury momentarily eclipsed by curiosity. her crimson eyes narrowed as she regarded the unshaken demon.Â
âhonored, are you?â the dimension fell silent. but the silence didnât last long when a fleshy, grotesque tendril came down from above and stabbed yena in the neck. injecting the lower moon with some of nichaâs blood. yena suddenly fell to the floor and began to thrash and convulse, letting out a guttural cry.Â
âthatâs what i like to hear~â nicha said, a faint cold smile twitching upon her lips for a split second. she seemed to gain some sick satisfaction at watching yena convulse on the ground beneath her. âiâll give you an ample share of my blood. make yourself useful to me, then. if you kill the female villain who works with the heroes then i will give you even more of my blood. failure is not an option.âÂ
yena could only let out a gurgled noise in response. karina plucked several notes on her bipa. with each note a hanok door appeared and shut, separating nicha from yena who struggled on the ground. one final note plucked and a door appeared underneath yena, opening and whisking her away and back to wherever she was prior.
ACT II: MUHAN TRAIN
busan district â train station â night
the moon hangs low in the night sky, its pale light illuminating the quiet train station. mingi walks over to the entrance, his boots crunching the gravel underneath. he adjusts his gloves and scans the area. the train station is quiet, almost abandoned of human life as he steps inside to look around. thereâs a single light glowing warmly in the place. thereâs no one at the counter, too dangerous to be out at night anymore.Â
he remembers hongjoong briefing him on the mission: investigate the train that had twenty passengers suddenly vanish without a trace. the association think its the work of a high-level villain. mingi though? heâs not entirely sure anymore, especially after dealing with sakura back in the itaewon district.Â
âthis place gives me the creeps,â he mutters under his breath. the faint sound of a train whistle echoes through the distance. mingi frowns as he feels a chill run directly down his spine. he looks around cautiously, his heightened senses on alert.
mingi comes to the conclusion that this sleepy town looks like it forgot the concept of daylight. the streets are dimly lit, and most of the windows are closed, not a single outside soul able to see what goes on inside. he stops in front of a rundown looking diner and enters to see a few locals gathered about the place. the bell above the door jingles half-heartedly at his arrival.Â
the smell of stale coffee and grease fills and lingers in the air. mingi approaches the counter where an elderly waitress, face lined with years of worry, greets him.Â
âyouâre not from around here, are you?â her voice is hushed as she looks over mingiâs appearance, his natural stark white hair making him easily stand out amongst the locals.Â
mingi shakes his head, âiâm here about the train. heard anything strange?â his words catch the gazes of the other patrons who look nervous.
the waitress hesitates before leaning closer, her voice low and trembling, âitâs not just the train. thereâs someone⌠something. we call him âthe slasher.ââ
mingi straightens, brows furrowing, âthe slasher?â he repeats.Â
âattacks people at night. leaves them⌠torn apart. no oneâs seen his face. some think heâs a legend at this point.âÂ
âand youâre sure itâs not connected to the train?â mingi asks, hands tightening into fists. the waitress shakes her head, glancing towards the door nervously.Â
âno, but heâs just as dangerous.â
suddenly, a loud crash comes from outside. mingi bolts to the door, throwing it open to see a figure standing under a flickering streetlight.Â
mingi assumes this is the slasher the waitress told him about. the figure stands tall, shrouded in darkness. his mask is stitched together with mismatched pieces of leath, and his hands are tipped with sharp, metallic claws. mingi thinks he just walked straight out of a horror film. a terrified civilian is pinned against the wall beside him, struggling to break free.Â
âleave, hero, or they bleed,â the slasher hissed out, beady eyes staring straight at mingi.Â
mingi steps forward, unshaken by the threat, âlet them go. now!âÂ
the slasher tilts his head, amused. he tosses the civilian back, who lets out a cry, before lunging towards mingi with surprising speed. the villain swipes his claws in a flurry, each strike aiming for mingiâs vital points. mingi is able to duck and dodge with precision, his combat skills sharp and deliberate like any high-class hero.Â
âis that all youâve got?â mingi asks grinning.Â
mingi retaliates, delivering a powerful kick that sends the slasher flying into a pile of crates. the villain recovers quickly, leaping into the air and slashing downward. mingi rolls out of the way, his fist glowing faintly with his light energy. the alley becomes a quick battlefield, the slasherâs claws leave deep gouges in the brick walls. meanwhile, mingi counters with precise strikes that force the villain to become defensive.Â
âyouâre faster than the others, but you wonât leave here alive,â the villain taunts, a maniacal laugh leaving his lips.Â
âweâll see about that,â mingi says. the hero charges, his energy-infused punch connecting with the slasherâs chest. the impact sends a shockwave through the alley, shattering nearby windows. the slasher stumbles, his claws sending sparks flying as they scrape the ground.Â
realizing heâs outmatched, the slasher attempts to flee. mingi chases him through the streets, their movements a blur of speed and violence.Â
the fight ends at the edge of town, where mingi finally subdues the slashes. with a final punch, he knocks the villain unconscious, leaving him crumpled on the ground. the first rays of sunlight peak over the horizon, bathing the scene in a faint golden glow. mingi wipes sweat from his brow, breathing heavily.Â
âone down. now for the train,â he says to himself as he goes to connect the hero association so they can deal with the villain that lays on the ground. Â
busan district â train station â sunrise
mingi approaches the train station once again. this time instead of being abandoned, he notices a person at the ticket booth. he walks up to the older woman who simply smiles at him.Â
âthe muhan train⌠is it running?â he asks.
âoh, yes! they sent her back from the train yard last night,â she explains and mingi is surprised by the news, but if this means he can figure out the mystery surrounding it thenâŚ
âthree tickets, please,â mingi says, holding up three fingers. the older woman lets out a chuckle as she gets the three tickets ready. mingi pays the woman before thanking her.Â
he pockets the tickets and turns, spotting a familiar figure waiting for him near the platform â yunho, with you standing a few feet behind, your expression unreadable. mingi is honestly surprised that hongjoong sent the two of you on this mission with him considering the results of the last mission.Â
âtook you long enough,â yunho says, nodding towards his friend.Â
âran into some⌠distractions,â mingi said with a smile. you glance towards him, your eyes briefly flickering down to the faint scratches on his arm.Â
âlooks like youâve been busy,â you say, crossing your arms. mingi chuckles, brushing your comment off as approaches you.Â
âdonât worry about it. letâs go. weâve got a train to catch,â he says, handing you and yunho your tickets. the train whistle suddenly blows and the three of you board before it begins to move, carrying you all to your next destination.Â
muhan train â passenger car â night
the train hums steadily as you, mingi, and yunho sit in a modest, warmly lit passenger car. one of the overhead lights flicker softly, making your eye twitch every time it does. a few other passengers sit scattered throughout the car, their light chatter fills the air peacefully.Â
âthe hero association thinks itâs a demon,â yunhoâs voice is low as he leans forward, âitâs the only explanation for twenty people vanishing without a trace.â
âa demon on a train? sounds like something out of a horror movie,â mingi says with a frown, his eyes darting from yunho to you to see your reaction.Â
âexcept this oneâs real,â you said seriously, expression void of any possible emotion.Â
the three of you glance around the car. the other passengers seem oblivious, but thereâs an undeniable tension in the air that youâre positive these civilians are ignoring. ignorance is bliss afterall, you think. a conductor enters, punching tickets as he moves down the aisle. his movements are stiff, mechanical, and his face gaunt, with dark circles under his eyes. like he hasnât slept in days, weeks.Â
the conductor then approaches your row.Â
âtickets, please,â he says monotonously. yunho hands over your tickets and the tired man punches them with robotic precision, his hands trembling slightly.Â
âyou look exhausted,â you say, observing the conductor quietly. the man hesitates but doesnât respond. he finishes punching the tickets and moves on, his shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. you watch him leave, a small frown tugging your lips.
âyou ever feel like weâre the ones who need a break?â mingi asks, stretching and letting out a yawn a little too loudly.Â
âmaybe after we survive this,â you say, smiling faintly.Â
mingi chuckles, leaning back in his seat. the trainâs gentle rocking starts to lull you three into a drowsy state.Â
âwake me if the demon shows up,â mingi says, stifling another yawn. you canât help but also let out a small yawn, eyes feeling heavy and tired as you tilt your head back against the seat. eyes closing.Â
muhan train â abandon passenger car â night
the conductor steps into a dim, smoke-filled room. a large mirror reflects distorted shapes of the cabin you and the others are in. yena stands before the mirror, draped in a dark, flowing outfit with theatrical accents of feathers and embroidered stars. her piercing, icy blue eyes gleam the words ěëíë â lower one â read where her pupils should be, and her smile is predatory, exuding both elegance and malice. sheâs clearly not human, not anymore at least.
âwelcome back, my loyal friend~â she speaks softly, with a mock bow towards the conductor.Â
âi did what you asked. can i⌠can i rest now? can i be with my family now?â he asks pleadingly.Â
yena tilts her head, âof course. i always reward devotion,â she steps closer, placing her gloved hand over his chest. a strange light emanates from her hand as the conductor's body stiffens. his head tilts back, and his eyes close.Â
âdream deeply,â she whispers. his body collapses like a marionette with its strings cut.Â
yena turns to the mirror, which now shows glowing tendrils snaking into the trainâs walls. she lets out a deep laugh, âletâs see what their hearts desire most!â she says to herself, throwing her hands in the air in a large theatrical movement.Â
ââââ â beach â sunset
you let out a gasp, eyes snapping open and you find yourself standing on a beach. itâs peaceful and you can see the waves glittering under the warm sunset. san and seonghwa are beside you, both dressed casually and laughing. san reaches over, brushing sand off her arm with a grin.Â
âyouâre terrible at building sandcastles,â he says with a smirk.Â
seonghwa lets out a chuckle, âmore like demolishing them,â he says teasingly.Â
you let out a laugh, your voice feeling light and free like youâve been this way your entire life. the three of you sit together, looking out at the horizon. san wraps an arm around your shoulder, while seonghwa offers you a soda.Â
âiâm glad we decided to take this vacation, get away from the city,â seonghwa says softly.Â
san nods, âjust us.âÂ
you feel your smile falter for a moment, a faint sense of wrongness creeps in. you look down at your hands, which are clean and unscarred â too perfect.Â
âthis⌠isnât right.â
daegu district â the song residence â dayÂ
mingi stands outside a small house, holding a certificate in one hand and dressed in his pristine hero uniform. when he walks inside he sees his parents sitting inside the cozy living room, their figures illuminated by warm light.Â
âmom, dad, i did it! iâm a hero now!â he says to them excitedly before talking about everything he has done in order to be recognized by the hero association. they both glance up, faces unreadable. his mother gives him a small, distracted smile before returning to her knitting.Â
âthatâs nice, honey,â she says, voice flat and with no emotion.Â
his father barely looks up from his newspaper, âdonât forget to take out the trash.âÂ
mingiâs expression falters, his face full of confusion and hurt which flickers in his eyes.Â
seoul district â cherry blossom tree park â day
the seoul district was bustling with life, students, faculty, and regular civilians alike enjoying the warm spring breeze that carried the faint scent of flowers. but what captured everyoneâs attention the most were the cherry blossom trees scattered across the parkâs main road. their petals glowing faintly under the soft sunlight.Â
it was the height of cherry blossom season â or so it appeared.Â
yunho smiled as he glanced at you walking beside him, your gaze fixed on the pink and white blossoms overhead. you had always had a particular fondness for things like this, where the world seemed to pause just enough to let beauty shine through.Â
âi told you this would be worth it,â yunho said, his voice tinged with pride. âi knew youâd like it.âÂ
you slowed your steps, eyes narrowing slightly as you studied the trees more closely. your lips quirked into a small, curious frown. âtheyâre⌠not real.âÂ
yunho looked at you with wide eyes, heart sinking at your words, âwhat?â
you gestured toward one of the branches, where the faint flicker of light betrayed its holographic nature. âtheyâre projections. pretty sure, but not real cherry blossoms.âÂ
yunho let out a soft groan, running a hand through his hair. âiâm sorry, y/n. i thought⌠i didnât realize. i just wanted toâ
âyunho, stop,â you say, turning to him and cutting him off with a gentle smile. âitâs okay. you went out of your way to do something sweet for me, and that means more than whether the blossoms are real or not.âÂ
your words lifted a weight off of yunhoâs shoulders and warmed his heart and body like how you usually manage to do to him. yunho rubbed the back of his neck, ears turning bright red as he struggled to find the words to respond with. âi⌠i just thought youâd like it,â he mumbles, avoiding your gaze.Â
âand i do,â you replied, âespecially since iâm here with you,â your tone as sincere as the sparkle in your eyes.Â
the two of you began walking along the path that curved beneath the cherry blossoms, their petals shimmering softly in the breeze. yunho couldnât help but keep sneaking glances at you, his heart beating a little faster every time she laughed or pointed out something that caught her interest.Â
as they passed a family sitting on a nearby bench, your attention was drawn to a child tugging at their parentâs sleeve. âi wish they were real,â the child said wistfully, staring up at the holographic blossoms.Â
you slowed your pace, expression unreadable. yunho noticed but said nothing, assuming your silence was related to quiet disappointment.Â
âready to go?â he asked once you reached the far end of the path.Â
âyeah, but i need to use the bathroom first,â you said quickly, darting off before he could respond.Â
yunho chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way to a nearby bench beneath one of the holographic trees.Â
but then the ground began to rumble.Â
yunho immediately shot to his feet, instincts kicking in as he scanned the area for danger. the tremors grew stronger, causing people to cry out and scramble for safety. students began to murmur about a potential villain attack, and yunho was already calculating how to evacuate everyone if needed.Â
but before panic could fully set in, something else happened.Â
the holographic trees flickered out of existence, their light dimming until they vanished completely. in their place, real cherry blossom trees burst from the ground, their roots spreading as their branches stretched towards the sky. petals began to cascade like rain, painting the park in shades of pink and white.Â
yunho was speechless, his breath catching as he took in the sight. the blossoms swayed gently in the breeze, their delicate scent filling the air. it was more beautiful than what he could have ever imagined, almost otherworldly in its perfection.Â
âwow!â your voice broke through his trance, and he turned to see you approaching with a wide smile. âlook at them!â you stopped beside him, your gaze fixated on the blossoms above. âbeautiful, arenât they, yunho?â
there was something in your tone, a quiet pride that made him look at you instead of the trees. your eyes sparkled with mischief, and he felt a pang of realization hit him.Â
âyouâŚâ he started, voice trailing off.Â
âhmm? what are you saying?â you asked innocently, tilting your head as if you hadnât just performed a miracle.Â
yunho opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. instead, he shook his head with a soft laugh. ânothing. forget it.â
you grinned, clearly amused. âoh! before we leave, we should get âââââ a keychain. heâll never let me hear the end of it if we donât bring him something.âÂ
yunho looked at you with confusion written over his face as your voice began to become static. especially when you spoke of someone elseâs name.Â
âwho?â he asked and you looked at him with equal confusion.Â
ââââââââ
yunho suddenly felt a pain rush through his head, he heard you let out a soft gasp as you touched his arm. his vision being overcomed with static as he saw flashes of different images.Â
âyunho? are you okay?â your voice panicked as the pain slowly began to subside from his head.
he shook his head as he straightened up, âyeah, sure,â he replied with a tight lipped smile. you looked at him with wide, innocent eyes before nodding at him. you grabbed his arm in order to pull him towards the park gift shop.Â
as you both walked through the park, now alive with real cherry blossoms, yunho couldnât help but steal one last glance at you. you were radiant, laughter ringing out like music, and for a brief moment, he forgot about everything else.Â
all he could think about was how much he wanted this moment to last forever. Â
ââââ â beach â sunset
you feel a sense of unease grow as you stand up. you take a step away from san and seonghwa, your gaze sharpening.Â
âthis isnât real.â
san grabs your arm, his grip firm. your eyes look from his hand to his eyes. âstay, please,â he says.
âdonât you want to stay here? with us?â seonghwa asks firmly.Â
you hesitate for a moment, pain flickering across your face, but you push san away as you take off running down the beach. you need to wake up, who knew what the demon will do if you donât do it soon.Â
there has to be an end to this place, you conclude as you summon your sword. the red metal glittering in the setting sun as you run along the sand. you figure if you run in a straight line then you should hit the end eventually. right?
ây/n!â you freeze in your tracks at the sudden voice. you feel a chill run down your spine at the familiar voice. what? you feel your breath getting heavy as you hear the personâs footsteps coming closer to you.Â
âwhere are you going? donât you want to stay here? with me?âÂ
you hesitate for a moment before turning to see him standing not too far from you. you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes at the sight of him. you feel a part of you pulling towards him, to stay like he wants. like what you want. Â
you shake your head, âiâm sorry. thereâs people i have to protect.âÂ
he lets out a laugh as he tilts his head, âiâll see you later then.âÂ
you nod your head, looking down at your sword before getting an idea. raising your sword, you plunge it into your chest. the dream shattering like glass.
muhan train â passenger car â night
you wake with a gasp, face pale and sweat-drenched. around you, the passengers are asleep, faces twisted in an unnatural serenity. you shake yunho and mingi in an attempt to wake them, but they remain unresponsive.Â
âdamnit! you bastards, wake up!â you hiss before summoning your sword and searching for the demon that was responsible for this.Â
muhan train â train roof â night
you climb onto the roof, the cold wind biting at your skin. yena stands there, her dark cloak billowing out dramatically. she looks at you with surprise before it transforms into a menacing grin.Â
âawake already? how rude of you to leave the dream i tailored so carefully.â
âletâs skip the theatrics,â you say, gripping your sword tightly.Â
âoh, darling, i am the theatrics,â she says with a chuckle. yena strikes first, her movement fluid and almost dance-like. you block her attacks with your sword, red sparks flying with every clash. yenaâs attacks are graceful but deadly, her nails cutting into your arm.Â
âi could give you everything. no more blood, no more pain. just⌠bliss,â she tells you, tone playful.Â
you grit your teeth, âiâll take reality over your lies.â the fight grows more brutal, with blood spraying as yenaâs claws grazes your cheek. you retaliate with a slash across yenaâs torso, the villain staggering briefly before smiling.Â
the battle intensifies, you pushing through your injuries. finally, you land your sword where her neck lies and sever her head. yenaâs head rolls along the roof of the train, body falling to her knees. but yena smirks
âyou think this ends here?â yena asks, smiling as blood pours everywhere.Â
the train begins to twist and transform, metal screeching as it takes on a grotesque, almost living form. yenaâs head attached itself to a flesh tendril as she laughs down at you. her body clapping at the scene before it.Â
âwhat the hell?â
muhan train â train roof â night
the cold wind howls, whipping through your hair as you stand on the roof of the speeding train. you grip your sword tightly, blood dripping from a shallow cut on her arm. the moonlight casts an eerie glow on yena, whose cloak billows unnaturally, as if alive. her sharp features are accentuated by the shadows, and her sly smile reveals teeth too sharp to be human.Â
âlook at you. so determined. so angry. itâs almost⌠endearing,â yena speaks, mockingly towards you. you narrow your eyes, sword steady in your hands.
âyouâre done terrorizing these people.â
âoh, darling, iâve only just begun~â she replies with a smirk.Â
yena lunges with inhuman speed, her hands slicing through the air like claws. you dodge, barely missing the lethal swipe, and retaliate with a quick slash of your sword. sparks fly as the blade connects with yenaâs clock, but the fabric seems to absorb the impact, leaving her unharmed.Â
you let out a quick cuss as yena spins, her movements fluid and unnervingly elegant, landing a kick to your side. you stumble but quickly regain your footing, slashing upward. this time, the blade grazes yenaâs arm, drawing dark, ink-colored blood.Â
âhow rude,â yena hisses out, she attacks back. her claws slashing across your shoulder. blood sprays onto the roof, and you grit your teeth, refusing to show weakness.Â
muhan train â passenger car â night
inside, yunho jerks awake, his vision blurry and disoriented. around him, the other passengers remain unconscious, their faces peaceful yet unsettling. he notices the grotesque, flesh-like tendrils snaking along the walls and ceiling â pulsing veins of flesh and metal intertwining.Â
âwhat the hellâŚâ he says to himself. a sudden groan shakes the train as the walls ripple, the train itself coming alive in the moment. yunho stumbles toward the back, his instincts and years of training kicking in.Â
muhan train â train roof â night
the fight between you and yena escalates. the demonâs movements grow more erratic, her strikes faster and more lethal. you counter with calculated blocks, your sword glowing faintly as you channel your powers into it. you manage to land a deep slash across yenaâs chest, causing the villain to stagger.Â
but yena only laughs, her voice echoing unnaturally, âyouâre strong~ iâll give you that. but youâre still so⌠mortal.âÂ
she raises her arms, the train beneath you begins to twist and convulse. you stumble as the roof warps under your feet. yenaâs body shifts, her legs melting into the train.Â
âyouâre on my turf now, nameless.âÂ
the train screeches as more of the flesh and metal tendrils burst from the sides, snaking towards you. you slash at them, severing a few, but more only take their place.Â
âyunho! mingi! protect the passengers!â you shout, hoping that at one if not both of them are awake by now. hopefully, they found a way to wake up.Â
you see movement behind you, and turn to see yunho now on the roof. âweâre not leaving you!â he shouts.Â
âjust do it!âÂ
yunho hesitates, but a sharp tendril lashes towards him. he ducks and retreats, heading inside to protect the passengers.Â
muhan train â living nightmare train car â night
the interior of the train shifts and slowly becomes unrecognizable. walls pulsate with fleshy growths, and even grotesque eyes and mouths form sporadically, watching and whispering. mingi wakes up to this sudden nightmare, body stiff from the unnatural slumber. he shakes his head as he grabs a nearby pole for support to stand up.Â
âwhat the hell is going on?â he asks, looking around completely horrified. âthis really is a horror movie!â
yunho runs towards him, slamming a tendril aside with his fist. âmingi, help me! we need to protect the passengers!âÂ
mingi nods, steeling himself, and the two begin tearing tendrils away from the unconscious passengers. managing to destroy and burn away the grotesque flesh that covered the car walls.Â
muhan train â train roof â night
you fight with everything you have. slashing through webs of tendrils, your body bleeding from multiple cuts. the trainâs transformation has made the fight infinitely harder â yena is everywhere.Â
âyou canât kill whatâs become eternal, little villain,â yena sneers.Â
you grit your teeth, sword glowing bright as you channel more energy into it. âwatch me.â you then drive your blade into the train roof, sending a shockwave through the mutated structure. yena screams, momentarily destabilized, as parts of the train begin to reverie to normal.
muhan train â living nightmare train car â night
yunho and mingi manage to protect the last of the passengers, securing each of the passenger cars.Â
yunho looked up, âdo you think y/n is doing okay?âÂ
mingi looks up as well, âsheâs stronger than all of us put together, yunho. sheâs got this.âÂ
yunho licks his lips at mingiâs words, âi hope so, for her sake especially.â
muhan train â train roof â night
you continue to fight, your injuries mounting. yena, now more monstrous than human, laughs as her tendrils lash out. you dodge, though one catches your side, slamming you into the roof. you let out a couch, blood splattering onto the metal.Â
yena leans closer to you, âyouâre resilient, iâll give you that. but youâre only delaying the inevitable.â
you grip your sword tightly, glaring at the demon, âinevitable? maybe, but iâll still win.âÂ
with a roar, you lunge forward, slashing wildly. the blade glows brighter with each strike, curing through yenaâs defenses. finally, you spot yenaâs neck â embedded deep within the trainâs core. you leap into the air, bringing your sword down in one final, desperate strike.Â
âdie already!â you scream out. the blade servers yenaâs neck, and the demon lets out a bloodcurdling scream as her body begins to disintegrate. the train convulse violently, throwing you to side.Â
the power behind your attack has the training derailing, lying on its side in a broken heap. passengers awaken slowly, groggy but alive. yunho helps some of them out while mingi finds you thrown on the other side of the tracks, bleeding heavily.Â
derailment site â night
the area is silent except for the crackling of smoldering wreckage from the now derailed train. mingi crouches beside you, helping you sit up after having been thrown off the train, your blood-soaked clothes sticking to her skin. you wince as he carefully presses a piece of torn fabric against her side to staunch the bleeding.Â
âstay still, y/n. youâve lost too much blood already.âÂ
you grimace, âyouâre one to talk⌠youâre just as banged up.â
âyouâre way worse off. besides, someoneâs gotta keep you alive.âÂ
the moment of tense peace between you both is shattered by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps crunching on gravel. a figure emerges from the shadows â a man with a sharp, predatory grin and glowing crimson eyes that read ěěěź â upper three. the demon from the villain alliance, you conclude, strolls forward. his movements are unnervingly casual, his aura radiating just as menacingly.Â
âwell, well. looks like i just missed the show, huh?â
mingi quickly stands, stepping protectively in front of you, âwho are you?â
the demon lets out a mocking laugh, âaw, you donât recognize me? iâm hurt. yeonjun, upper rank three of the villain alliance. and you⌠youâre mingi, right? the loud and flashy one.â
âif youâre looking for a fight, youâre got one.â
you struggle to push yourself up, your hand gripping your sword tightly. âmingi, donâtâ
mingi turns to you, âstay down, y/n. youâre in no shape to fight.â
âyou canât take him on alone! donât be stupid!â
âdonât worry. iâve got this. after this, weâll go get something good to eat, okay?â he says, smiling reassuringly to you. you hesitate, jaw tightening, but you finally nod, clutching your wound as you watch mingi step forward.Â
âoh, this is gonna be fun,â yeonjun says with a grin.Â
mingi charges first, throwing a heavy punch aimed at yeonjunâs face. the demon dodged effortlessly, countering with a kick to mingiâs stomach that sends him skidding back.Â
âis that all youâve got?â he laugh, âcome on hero, show me some real power!â
mingi doesnât respond, rushing back in with a flurry of punches and kicks. his fists land solid blows on yeonjunâs chest, but the demon barely flinches, his wounds healing almost instantly.Â
âyouâre strong, iâll give you that. but youâre holding back. still clinging to your humanity.â yeonjun strikes back, his claws raking across mingiâs arm, leaving deep gashes. blood splatters onto the ground, but mingi doesnât falter. he lands a powerful uppercut that sends yeonjun staggering.Â
âhumanityâs what makes me stronger than you,â mingi says proudly.Â
âoh, please! donât give me that righteous crap. youâd be unstoppable as a demon. think about it â we could fight like this forever! no limits, no consequences. just endless battles!âÂ
ânot interested.â
the fight intensifies, with mingi and yeonjun exchanging brutal blows. mingiâs knuckles are raw and bleeding, and his breathing grows labored. yeonjun, meanwhile, remains eerily unscathed, his wounds closing as quickly as they open. you watch from the sidelines, clutching your side. your eyes dart between the two fighters, your frustration building as you realize mingi is starting to falter.Â
âmingi, stop! youâre gonna get yourself killed!â you shout, panic running through your body and tone. yeonjun smirks, his claws glowing faintly with a dark energy.Â
âsheâs right, you know. you canât win this.â the demon lunges, his claws piercing through mingiâs chest. blood pours from the wound as mingi gasps, his body jerking in shock.Â
âno!â you scream, terror running through your body. you reach forward, wound shooting a sharp pain through your being and you fall forward.Â
despite the mortal injury, mingi musters the last of his strength, his fist glows with energy. he slams it into yeonjunâs face, sending the demon flying backwards. the villain lands with a grunt, momentarily stunned, but his body begins to regenerate almost instantly.Â
âyou really are stubborn. iâll give you that, but this? this is just sad,â he says disappointedly.Â
mingi collapses to his knees, blood dripping from his lips as his strength finally gives out. you manage to stumble to your feet, sword in hand, vision swimming from blood loss.Â
yeonjun notices the faint glow of the horizon as the sun begins to rise. his expression shifts from amusement to alarm. he then starts running back into the dense forest, you wobbling after him shouting.Â
âyou⌠you bastard! you coward! come back and finish this!â you say staggering forward and making it to the forest line.Â
âyou think iâm running from you? thatâs cute,â he laughs as he gets further and further away.Â
you, in a desperate move, throw your sword. the blade slices through the air and impales yeonjunâs chest. the demon falters, yanking the sword out with a grimace before fully disappearing into the shadows.Â
âyou coward!â you scream with as much strength as you could muster.Â
derailment site â sunrise
you stumble back towards mingi, falling to your knees in front of him. his breathing is shallow, his face pale. you press your hands against his chest, trying to stop the bleeding.Â
âst-stay with me, mingi. come on, you promised me food, remember? you canât back out now,â you tell him panicking.Â
mingi smiles faintly, his voice barely a whisper, âare⌠are the passengers safe?â
you feel tears begin to build up in your eyes, âyeah. theyâre safe. you did it.â
yunho arrives, climbing over the other side of the tracks after having helped the passengers and contacted the association. what was a look of relief turns into sheer horror as he sees mingiâs condition.Â
âmingi! no, no, no!â he drops to his knees in front of his friend and beside you, trying desperately to heal him, but itâs too late.Â
âtake care of her. and⌠donât let each other skip any meals.â with one final breath, mingi goes still.Â
yunho lets out a loud sob, screaming into the sky as he calls out to mingi, his best friend. âmingi! no! please!âÂ
you sit silently in front of mingi, tears streaming down your face as you stare at your blood-covered hands. you look up to see a lone crow circling above them, its caw echoing in the still morning air.
ACT III: WINTER IS COMING
daegu district â funeral hall - day
the room is quiet, filled with somber faces and the scent of white lilies. a framed photo of mingi rests at the front, surrounded by wreaths from both family, friends, the hero association, and mingiâs fans. yunho and hongjoong stand near the back, dressed in black suits, their expressions tense and heavy.Â
yunhoâs jaw is tight as he glances towards mingiâs parents at the front of the hall. his mother dabs a handkerchief at her eyes, while his father gaze stays locked on the floor, one hand around his wifeâs shoulder and the other clenched into a fist at his side.Â
âhave you talked to them yet?â yunho asks, whispering to hongjoong.
âno,â hongjoong says flatly. yunho frowns but doesnât press further.
daegu district â outside funeral hall â after the service
the crowd slowly began to thin, eventually leaving only yunho, hongjoong, and mingiâs parents. the four stand in the funeral homeâs quiet garden. tension hangs thick in the air as mingiâs father finally speaks.
âyou have some nerve showing your faces here,â mr. song spits out angrily at the two heroes.Â
yunho steps forward, his voice steady but strained. âweâre here to pay our respects.âÂ
ârespects?â mrs. songâs voice trembles with bitterness as she talks, âis that what you call this? heâs dead because of you.â
yunho flinches, but hongjoong doesnât react, his expression unreadable.Â
mr. song points an accusing finger towards yunho, âyou dragged him into this â into being a hero. if it werenât for you, heâd still be alive.âÂ
yunhoâs hands ball into fists, but he keeps his tone measured. âmingi chose to become a hero because he wanted to make a difference. he believed in what we were doing.âÂ
âand look where it got him! he should have stayed here, with us, where he was safe. but no, he had to go off chasing some foolish dream and get himself killed!â his mother snarled. the words cut deep, but yunho refused to back down.Â
âhe wasnât chasing a foolish dream. he was trying to protect people â people like you.â
mr. song steps forward, his face contorted with more rage than grief, âdonât you dare try to justify this to us. you think we care about your excuses? our son is gone, and itâs your fault!â
before yunho can respond, hongjoong bows deeply, his head low. âyouâre right. this is our fault. we failed him, and for that, weâre sorry.â
the gesture catches everyone off guard, including yunho.Â
mingiâs mother scoffs, her voice cold as she sneers at hongjoong and his action, âsorry? what good is sorry? it wonât bring him back. just leave. both of you.â
hongjoong straightens, his face blank, and nods. without another word, he turns and beginsÂ
daegu district â outside funeral hall â late afternoon
the two walk in silence, the weight of the encounter pressing down on them. finally, yunho breaks the silence.Â
âwhy did you do that?â he asks his captain angrily.Â
hongjoong doesnât look at him, his voice quiet but firm. âbecause itâs what they needed to hear.âÂ
âthey needed to hear the truth! that mingi was a hero, that he died protecting people! not some empty apology that makes it sound like we didnât care!â yunho says, feeling all his emotions about to explode out of him.Â
hongjoong stops abruptly, turning to face yunho. âyou think i donât care?â he says, voice rising, âyou think this doesnât tear me apart, too?â
yunho glares at him, emotions continuing to boil over. âthen why do you always act like nothing touches you? like you donât feel anything?âÂ
âbecause someone has to keep it together. someone has to be the one to face people like them and take the blame if it means they get even a shred of peace.â
yunhoâs anger falters, replaced by a flicker of understanding. âyou donât have to carry it all on your own, you know,â yunho says quietly.Â
hongjoong exhales deeply, running a hand through his hair. âi know, but itâs easier this way.â they stand in silence for a moment, the tension easing slightly.Â
âmingi wouldnât want us to be like this. heâd want us to look out for each other,â yunho says softly.Â
hongjoong nods, gaze distant, âyouâre right.â
the two continue walking as the sun begins to set. side by side, the tension between them slowly fading along with an unspoken promise of healing lingering between them.
seoul district â living room â nightÂ
a group of older adults sit around a fireplace, glasses of wine in hand. laughter fills the room as they exchange words and stories. one of them, a well-dressed man in 50s, leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his drink.Â
âyou know, our little girlâs been reading college-level texts since she was eight. smart as a whip, that one!â he says and his wife next to him smiles.Â
âsheâs going to take the hero association to new heights, iâm sure of it. honestly, we couldnât be prouder â even if she isnât⌠well, you know.â
âadopted or not, sheâs clearly got your drive,â the other woman says.Â
âyes, it's a shame that she suffers from a strange condition, not being able to go outside during the day though hasnât killed her drive though,â the first man said. the group laughs and continues their chatter, their voices a warm hum against the crackling fire.Â
seoul district â home library â night
upstairs, a young girl, no older than thirteen, stands in a room with the walls lined with towering bookshelves. the room is softly lit, casting shadows across the spines of ancient tomes and leather-bound books. the girlâs small hands flip through a dense book written in an unfamiliar language.Â
her attention sharpens as she scans the pages, her lips forming silent words, able to follow along easily with the unfamiliar script. a faint breeze causes the sheer curtains on the balcony doors to sway, though the night outside is still.Â
the balcony doors creak open, a tall figure steps inside, his movements measured and deliberate. yeonjun enters, bowing low as the curtains blow around him.Â
âlady nicha,â yeonjunâs voice is low and respectful. the complete opposite of what it was during his fight with mingi.Â
the girl turns slowly, her youthful face serene, yet unnervingly cold. her dark eyes flash a vivid, burning red, illuminating her face for an instant before fading back to normal. she tilts her head, studying him like he was a mere insect to her.
âyouâre late,â her voice, mature and calm, is the complete opposite of her youthful and innocent appearance.Â
âi came as quickly as i could,â he keeps his head low as he speaks. eyes staying towards the floor and not daring to look at the girl in front of him.Â
nicha closes the book with soft thud, even so a ripple of air rushes through the room due to her single action. though her stature is small, the air around her is suffocating, charged with unlimited power.Â
âreport.â
yeonjun straightens but keeps his gaze averted, respectfully. âthe train mission was⌠partially successful. the hero mingi is dead.â
nichaâs expression remains unchanged, her eyes unblinking as she continues to stare at yeonjun. waiting for him to continue with his report.Â
he hesitates for a moment before continuing, âbut the other hero and the female villain survived.â the room grows deathly silent at his words.Â
âdidnât i tell you to kill all of them?â nichaâs voice is soft, yet menacing. the air ripples with an unseen force. the books on the shelves around them tremble.Â
âthe sun was rising soon. i couldnât stay much longer. if i hadâ
a sudden deafening crack interrupts him as the windows behind him shatter. shards of glass explode and fly inward. yeonjun doesnât flinch, though his shoulders tense. the glass hovers mid-air for a split second before raining down on the floor.Â
the room itself seems to quake, the walls vibrating faintly under nichaâs silent fury. she steps towards yeonjun, her bare feet crunching softly against the scattered glass. she doesnât flinch as the glass shards pierce her feet.Â
âexcuses,â she spits, voice low and full of venom. yeonjun swallows hard but remains rooted in place, his eyes fixed on the ground. unmoving.Â
nicha then tilts her head, like a curious child, âdo you think i care about the sun? or your limits?â her voice echoes unnaturally through the room. reverberating as if spoken by many voices at once.Â
yeonjun struggles to maintain his composure, âit wonât happen again. iâll finish the job.â nichaâs lips curve into a faint smile, though her eyes and the smile itself remains devoid of warmth.Â
âno, it wonât.â the tension in the air snaps as quickly as it rose. nicha turns away from yeonjun, dismissing him with a flick of her hand. âleave.â
yeonjun hesitates for a fraction of a second before bowing deeply and retreating. he steps carefully through the broken glass, his movements eerily silent. the balcony doors close behind him, and nicha turns back to her book. she resumes where she left off, her expression as calm as if nothing had happened.Â
ateez compound â common room â night
the compound is unusually quiet. the common room feels colder than usual, the air heavy with grief. jongho, wooyoung, and yeosang sit together on the couch. none of them speak for a while, each lost in their thoughts.Â
âit doesnât feel real,â wooyoung says softly, finally breaking the silence.Â
jongho, sitting with his elbows on his knees, nods but doesnât lift his head. âi keep thinking heâs going to walk through the door. make some dumb joke about how weâre all too serious,â he says quietly.Â
yeosang leans back, staring at the ceiling, voice distant and solemn, âhe always made it look so easy. like no matter how bad things got, heâd figure it out.âÂ
wooyoung lets out a shaky laugh, but itâs devoid of humor, âthatâs because he was stubborn as hell. he hated giving up on anything.âÂ
thereâs a brief silence as the three exchange a look. despite their different temperaments, the loss of mingi has brought them closer in their unfortunate shared grief.Â
âwe shouldâve been there,â jongho says, voice full of regret.Â
yeosang shakes his head at the youngestâs words, âwe canât think like that. itâs not what heâd want,â yeosangâs voice is soft but firm.Â
wooyoungâs eyes glisten, but he blinks them away, refusing to let the tears fall. âhe was family. all of us⌠weâre family, right?â he asks, staring at his hands.Â
jongho and yeosang both nod, their faces set with quiet determination. yeosang looks at the both of them, âand family sticks together. no matter what.â
ateez compound â infirmary â night
the sterile, white walls of the infirmary feel suffocating. you sit on the edge of the bed, side bandaged, but face still pale from the results of the last mission. the faint sound of the compoundâs hum buzzes in the background and slowly in your mind. you stare out the window, moonlight illuminating your face.Â
your eyes are hollow, expression distant. one hand absentmindedly touches the bandages on your abdomen. âi shouldâve done more,â you whisper to yourself.Â
a single tear escapes, sliding down your cheek. suddenly, your nose begins to bleed. you wipe it quickly with the back of your hand, frowning. your eyes immediately snap to the infirmary door, watching as san steps into the room, carrying a small tray with supplies.Â
âi figured youâd still be awake,â he says, sitting down beside her.Â
âi canât sleep,â you say in reply, softly. san places the tray on the side table, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.Â
âno one blames you, y/n,â he says quietly.
your jaw tightens, and you look away, voice trembling, âthatâs a lie. either way⌠i blame me.âÂ
san reaches out, hand hovering near yours before pulling back. âyou fought harder than anyone else couldâve in your condition.âÂ
âit wasnât enough! mingiâs gone because i wasnât strong enough to stop that bastard!â your voice cracks, and a faint glow of your powers flickers around your fingers. the air in the room becomes momentarily heavy. san tenses but stays calm.Â
ây/n,â he calls out to her, soft but firm. the sound of his voice pulls you back, and the glow dissipates. you exhale shakily, guilt washing over you.
âiâm sorry,â you say quietly.Â
âyou donât have to apologize.â thereâs a long silence before san gestures to the bandages on her abdomen. âlet me change those for you.âÂ
you hesitate but eventually nod, lifting the hem of your shirt to reveal the bloodstained bandages underneath. sanâs fingers brush against your skin as he helps you take your shirt off before he carefully unwraps the bandages, his touch gentle but precise. the intimacy isnât lost for either of you. you watch him closely, the room growing quieter as the tension between you builds.Â
âdoes it hurt?â he asks, glancing up at you.Â
ânot as much as it did before,â you tell him softly.Â
san chuckles faintly, his voice low, âyouâre tougher than you give yourself credit for.â
his fingers linger for a moment over your wound, his finger edging around the stitches some agent from the association had done when they arrived at the derailment site. you feel your breath caught in your chest when you feel him push down on the stitches. like he was testing the durability of your stitches. you feel your heart begin to pound in your chest the more he presses down.Â
âsanâŚâ you manage out, his eyes flicker up to meet your own.Â
âdoes that hurt?â he asks, eyes never yours, fingers pressing down into your wound.Â
âa littleâŚâ you trail off, feeling the sting begin to build up. as the pain from his touch begins to spread, you feel a certain heat also begin to spread over you. the pain and heat mixing in your body making your heart jump in your chest, breath hitching.Â
your hand comes up to grab a fistful of sanâs shirt when you feel your stitches finally giving out. a gasp leaves your lips, but san muffles any remaining sounds that want to escape. his lips pressing to yours in an open mouth, tongue abusing yours as two of his fingers jab into your wound â into you.Â
sanâs mouth trails from your mouth and down your jaw, tongue leaving a wet trail over your skin. he trails his tongue over your jaw and down your throat where he meets your death collar. you hear grumbled over the collar before skipping over and continuing down. he meets your lips again when you pull him back up to kiss you, his fingers teasingly moving in and out of your wound.Â
the pain making your moan and clench your eyes shut, jaw clenched, san is panting heavily in your ear like a dog in heat at the feeling of your insides.Â
âf-fuck,â he pants out, you cringe at the lewd, wet sounds your wound and his fingers are making together. you feel a little embarrassed about it, but the way he reacts makes the heat from your core reappear â as if it even disappeared. youâre just as sick as he is, you think to yourself. your hand comes down to his crotch, palming the noticeable tent in his pants. san lets out a moan, lips crushing yours when your hands travels inside his pants and grabs his cock.Â
your tongues do a wild dance, spit running down your chins as his free hand grips your hair and keeps your head in place. the sting from his grip mixed with penetration of your wound sends a pleasurable wave over your body. your hand gives sanâs tip a squeeze making him thrust up into your hand.Â
âfuckfuckfuck,â san pants out, as you feel him curl his fingers, âfeels so good,â he adds, eyes glazed over with a look of lust.Â
âs-san,â you moan out as you suddenly both his hands are moving, his left fingers covered in blood that he spreads over the expanse of your body as he moves you to lay down. you let go of his cock, eyes watching as it stands red and angry at being let go. precum beads at the top of his tip trailing down the length of it and the sight makes you even more hornier than you were.Â
blood begins to run out of your newly open wound, but san effortlessly uses his powers to stop it. how convenient. you let out a small wince when he bends you in half, yanking your pants and underwear to your knees. âsorryâ canât wait,â he rushes out as you feel his tip rub between your folds that were already slick and easily helping him slip inside of you. Â
the two of you let out a string of moans as san enters you, his cock stretching you out and thereâs a slight sting to his stretch. only thanks to not having him inside you for the past several months. you honestly were starting to forget how good it felt to have him inside you. san immediately begins to thrusts inside of you, holding onto your legs as leverage.Â
âfuckâ i forgot how good this pussy is,â he hisses out as his cock hits your g-spot, over and over again. you feel your eyes roll into the back of your head at the feeling, mouth hanging open and moans spilling into the air. the lewd wet sounds from just moments ago, return as san continues to fuck your pussy. your wetness smearing up your thighs and over your ass as his pace doesnât stop once he finally found a good pace.Â
âdamn infirmary beds⌠too fuckinâ small,â he spits out as one of his legs almost fall off the side from how he tries to spread you out more. you feel the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot, head thrown back you feel your climax continue to build up.Â
âs-s-san-nie! iâm close!â you tell him, you feel his fingers digging into the backs of thighs as he begins to drill into you with his cock. if you werenât getting your insides rearranged then you would have been worried about the infirmary bed. thankfully, sanâs powers have to do with blood and not strength.Â
however, his natural strength was nothing to laugh about.Â
you let out a choked sob as you feel yourself coming. san sheathes himself deep inside of you as he also comes. his thick cum painting your walls and even dripping out as san tries to fuck it back into you. he pulls out, running the head and base of his cock between your creamy folds, watching with a daze expression.Â
you let a hiss of pain out when your orgasm subsides and the pain from your open wound begins to overtake you.Â
san seems to snap out of it as heâs quickly fixing himself and you. he looks at your wound, gently touching it, his fingers still coated in your now dried blood.Â
âlet me fix you up,â he says, grabbing what he needs and begins to patch up your wound. âthere,â he says softly once your wound is closed once more.Â
âsanâŚâ you say quietly as you sit up. his eyes meet yours, expression unreadable now, but filled with something.Â
âdoes it still hurt?â he asks softly, reaching over to grab new bandages and you shake your head. âgood,â he adds, wrapping the new bandages around your abdomen.Â
âthanks,â you tell him when heâs done and finally help you put your shirt back on. the earlier mood seemingly settling back between the two of you. mind racing as you think back to how if you had been stronger than you wonât have suffered the wounds you did. you couldâve helped mingi and maybe he would still be here.
âyou donât have to carry this alone,â he tells you softly, snapping you out of your thoughts. you blink, tears welling up again.Â
âi⌠i donât know how to move forward,â you confess. san places a hand on your shoulder, his thumb brushing lightly against your collarbone.Â
âone step at a time. me and seonghwa⌠weâll be there with you. for you,â he says, your faces inches apart. the tension between you both is almost visible. neither of you move, the moment hanging in the air before you look away, breaking the spell.Â
âthank you.â
san doesnât respond, but his hand lingers on your shoulder for a moment longer before he pulls away. the two of you sit in silence, the weight of your grief and unspoken emotions filling the room.
ateez compound â common room â day
the compound has become quieter the last few days, somber stillness that reflected the weight of mingiâs death. you sat alone at the kitchen table, which was connected into the common room, staring at the half-empty cup of tea in front of you. the guilt you had been feeling was unbearable. a constant ache in your chest that refused to fade. you replayed the moment over and over again, mind torturing you with the what-ifs.Â
wooyoung leaned against the wall nearby, his arms crossed as he stared out the window. every so often his sharp gaze would flicker over to you, who remained unmoving. the tension between them and the rest of the team had been simmering for days, about ready to boil over at any second.Â
âyouâre really just sitting there?â he finally asked, voice low but cutting. you chose not to respond to him. fingers tightening around the mug instead. âanswer me!â wooyoung snapped, stepping closer. now in the kitchen area. âdo you feel anything? mingi is dead! and youâre sitting here like itâs just another day!â
you flinched slightly at his words, guilt twisting even tighter, but before you could muster a reply, san stood abruptly from his spot by the other large window in the common room. âthatâs enough, wooyoung,â he says, his voice full of warning and danger, not to mention laced with a certain coldness.Â
âenough? are you kidding me?â wooyoung sounds offended by sanâs words, his eyes blazing as he directs his attention to san. âmingi died because of her! if she hadn't been soâ
âdonât you dare fucking finish that sentence,â san cuts him off, stepping close until they were just nearly nose-to-nose with each other. his fists clenched at his sides, just barely able to restrain himself from punching the hero. âyou have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âi know exactly what iâm talking about,â wooyoung shot back. âsheâs clearly a liability. always has been since day one, and now mingiâs gone because of it. iâm surprised yunho isnât dead too because of her.â
âwooyoung, stop!â yeosang tries to step in, but he was immediately drowned out by the argument.Â
sanâs jaw tightened, âmingiâs death isnât her fault. she risked her life to save those passengers and was injured because of that demon. how was she supposed to know an even stronger one was going to show up right after? huh? tell me that.â
wooyoung let out a bitter laugh, one full of anger and disbelief. âyou always defend her, donât you? no matter what she does, youâre always there to protect her. i thought she was one the worldâs worst villains, can she not protect herself?â
âand youâre always looking for someone to blame,â san retorts, âmingi wouldnât want this â wouldnât want you tearing the team apart because you canât deal with your grief and personal issues! youâve been hostile since day one, wooyoung, donât you have anything else better to do than be this petty?â
wooyoungâs hands balled into fists, elements of fire and ice sparking off both hands, âdonât you dare talk to me about grief! at least i actually cared about mingi. at least iâ
âenough!â jonghoâs voice echoes through the room as he steps between them, shoving them apart with a firm grip on each of their shoulders. âboth of you stop this right now. fighting each other wonât bring him back.âÂ
san shrugs jonghoâs hand off with a huff as he reluctantly steps back. wooyoung scowled but didnât push further; however, the anger in his eyes didnât fade. from across the room, seonghwa, who had been silent observing, finally spoke.Â
âthis isnât helping anyone. least of all mingi.âÂ
wooyoung muttered something under his breath that no one caught before storming out of the common room. his footsteps echoing through the hallway.Â
yeosang, who had also been watching quietly, approached you. he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, his expression soft as you look up at him with tired eyes. âcome on. letâs get out of here for a bit,â he says quietly. you hesitate for a moment before nodding, face pale and drawn from watching san and wooyoung as you let yeosang guide you out of the room. you both walked in silence down the corridor, tension still heavy in the air for everyone.Â
âdonât let him get to you,â yeosang says eventually, his voice calm but firm. he does his best in trying to assure you.Â
you stopped walking and leaned against the wall, hands trembling. âheâs right, though,â you whispered. âi failed. i couldnât save mingi.âÂ
yeosang shook his head, his hands gently coming to support yours, âyou did what you could. none of this is your fault, and if it wasnât for you there would have been a lot more casualties. you did a good thing.âÂ
tears began to well up in your eyes as you listened to speak, despite trying to blink them away. âit feels like my fault. every time i close my eyes, i see him. he fought so hard, we were supposed to get something to eat after the mission. he promised.âÂ
yeosang leaned against the wall beside you, his presence steady and grounding. âweâve all lost people, y/n. but you donât have to carry this by yourself. youâve got us to help you through this. we are all figuring this out, together.âÂ
you looked up at him, vision blurry with tears, yet you still managed a small, grateful smile, âthank you, yeosang.âÂ
before he could respond, jongho comes rushing down the corridor, expression tense. you donât think youâve seen jongho look like this, not since when you first met him a few months ago. âsomeoneâs approaching the compound,â he says breathlessly.Â
you and yeosang exchanged a look before you are following after jongho to the main entrance. wooyoung is already there, fists clenched and fire and ice seeping off his fingers. heâs ready just in case.Â
then you see them. a long figure staggered closer, silhouette weak and unsteady. it was a young woman. as she came closer, you could tell the three heroes immediately recognized her. she had to be a fellow hero.Â
âitâs winter,â yeosang says, eyes flickering over to meet yours. like he was filling you in on who this was. winter? you think youâve heard that name being tossed around before when you were still in prison. some of the male villains idolizing her, having crushes on her despite her being a hero and them villains.
winterâs uniform was torn and soaked with blood, her face pale and bruised as she nearly collapsed at the entrance. you canât help but notice how despite her torn uniform and injuries, the light pink shawl with stars on it remained⌠almost untouched as it draped around her arms. jongho and yeosang rushed over to support her, each of them taking an arm to help steady her as they carefully helped her inside.Â
âmy teamâŚâ winter began to say, her voice weak and trembling as she let out a small gasp, âwe were attacked. a-a villainâ demon, i donât know what it was. theyâre all dead! iâmâ iâm the only one who made it out,â she tells you all, tears beginning to build up in her eyes.Â
wooyoung frowned at the news, âyou can stay here until hongjoong and yunho get back. theyâll know what to do.âÂ
you watch as winterâs gaze swept the room before she immediately caught her breath, eyes narrowing when they landed on you, san, and seonghwa. âi didnât think the rumors were true. that the hero association made you work with villains,â she said, her tone in clear disdain at you and your two lovers.Â
you looked away, eyes moving over your team. yeosang looked slightly surprised by her words while jongho, seonghwa, and wooyoung â surprisingly â remained neutral. san; however, looked at winter with a match of disdain, his eyes narrowing on her. like he was trying to figure her out.Â
âespecially her,â you heard winter say, you snapped your attention back to her, her eyes boring right into you, âeveryone knows how dangerous she is.âÂ
âwatch your fucking mouth,â san snapped, his voice sharp and glare icy as he stepped forward.Â
âsan,â wooyoungâs tone is one of warning, âdonât start.âÂ
âiâm not starting anything,â he shot back, âbut iâm not going to stand here and listen to some crap nonsense.âÂ
ânonsense?â winter scoffed, âsheâs a clear liability. iâm surprised the association even let her out.â
âenough!â sanâs voice booms through the room, silencing winter who stares at the villain in shock, âyou donât know anything about her.â he hisses, pointing a finger at her in warning.Â
but then wooyoung steps up, âand you donât know what to back off,â he counters, stepping closer to san. âyouâre so blinded by your feelings for her that you canât see the truth. is her pussy really that good?â
before anyone could react, san punches wooyoung which in turn sends the hero stumbling back and falling to the ground. blood drips from wooyoungâs nose, jaw clenched as he turns to look back at san.Â
âsay that again, wooyoung. i fucking dare you,â sanâs fist are still clenched, waiting for wooyoung to once again run his mouth.Â
wooyoung stands up, blood smearing across his face as he attempts to wipe it away, but before he could do anything further with san, yeosang steps between them. âguys, stop!â his voice is sharper and more commanding than you have ever heard from the usually soft-spoken hero. âwe have more important things to deal with right now, and none of them involve fighting each other.âÂ
seonghwa comes and places a calming hand on sanâs shoulder, his voice low, âletâs go.âÂ
san hesitates, his gaze landing on wooyoung before turning and lingering on winter for a moment before turning away. âthis isnât over,â he mutters, allowing seonghwa to guide him and you out of the room.Â
as you walked away, you notice san glancing over his shoulder, eyes narrowing once more. you know he was suspicious about winter, something clearly not sitting right with him about her. but he didnât say anything to either you or seonghwa. keeping his thoughts to himself, you couldnât deny the sense of unease settled around you three.Â
ateez compound â common room â few days later
the atmosphere in the compound had grown overwhelmingly thick with tension over the past several days. winter, oblivious to the tension she was causing, settled into a room and easily integrated herself into the teamâs space. her injuries healed surprisingly fast, and she often roamed the halls, stopping sometimes to exchange casual remarks with her fellow heroes.Â
wooyoung, for one, didnât seem to mind her presence. spending more time with her than anyone else has, sharing meals or discussing tactics. he calms he just wants her to feel welcomed, but yeosang tells you he thinks otherwise. winterâs willingness to integrate herself so quickly, barely mourning the grief of her teammates, made sanâs suspicions grow with each passing day.
âsheâs not who she says she is,â san muttered under his breath during a meeting in the common area. you had chosen to stay in your room, shutting yourself away from everyone. the absence of mingi and the growing tension making you unable to tolerate being in the same room as the others. wooyoung especially.Â
wooyoung let out a dramatic sigh, slamming his cup down on the table. âfor the last time, san, sheâs a hero! sheâs on our side!âÂ
âand youâre so sure of that?â san shoots back, voice low but clearly full of distrust. âshe just shows up, conveniently alive after her entire team is killed, and weâre supposed to believe sheâs fine?âÂ
âwhatâs your problem, huh?â wooyoung counters, standing up from his chair. âare you mad because someone else is able to see how much of a liability you two and y/n are? that you shouldâve stayed in prison to rot?â
sanâs eyes darkened, his collar digging into his skin, and his fists clenched at his sides, âdonât you dare bring seonghwa and y/n into this.âÂ
âoh, iâll bring them into this,â wooyoung says, stepping closer and voice rising. âyouâre so suspicious of winter, yet ever since the three of you joined, the number of demon attacks have also increased! and how convenient that when y/n is sent on a mission thereâs not one, but two demons from the twelve moons that show up! how is that not suspicious!â
seonghwa, who had been silently observing from the corner, finally speaks up, âboth of you, enough. arguing isnât going to help anything, especially when we need to be a team more than ever.â
âsheâs dangerous,â san says through gritted teeth, pointing towards the hallway where winter had disappeared moments ago.Â
âand youâre paranoid,â wooyoung snaps back, brushing past san as he leaves the room.Â
san exhaled sharply, jaw tight as he sat back down, his mind racing with uneasy thoughts. jongho who had stood at the front of the room let out an annoyed sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
âgreat meeting everybody, glad we got things accomplished,â he says sarcastically.
ateez compound â y/nâs room â ââââ
your room was shrouded in a heavy stillness, the air thick with the weight of your grief. the blinds were tightly shut, casting the space in darkness. you lay curled up in your bed, knees drawn to your chest, staring at the blank wall. your heart ached with the guilt that continuously gnawed at you, an endless replay of mingiâs final moments in your mind. it was fucking awful.Â
a soft knock broke through the silence, but you didnât respond. had you even heard the knock in the first place?
the door creaked open, and seonghwa stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. his footsteps are quiet as he nears you, as if he understood the weight of the room and how it demanded silence.Â
ây/n,â seonghwaâs voice is soft, laced with concern, âyou need to eat.â
âiâm not hungry,â you reply, voice hoarse and barely audible.Â
seonghwa sighed, setting the tray down on the bedside table before making his way over to the blinds and turning them just a hair to where light was shining in. the room now shrouded in a form of twilight. seonghwa lowers himself onto the edge of your bed. his gaze gentle but insistent, even if you canât see him. your back facing him, you remain unmoving.Â
âyouâve been in here for days. yeosang is worried. we all are,â he tells you, but you know thatâs not the case. wooyoung surely isnât and jongho just chooses to remain⌠neutral. you know hongjoong would have already killed you if he was here. it felt like a countdown just waiting for him and yunho to return.Â
you chose not to respond, gaze fixed on the same spot on the wall. the silence stretched between the two of you, heavy and unyielding.Â
without a word, seonghwa shifted closer. he reached out, his hand tentative and slow as he carefully reached up to brush some hair away from your face. his touch was warm, grounding. you didnât deserve it. ây/n,â he murmured, voice breaking slightly. âplease, donât shut me out,â you feel your heart clenched.Â
you eventually turned your head to look at him, eyes glassy with unshed tears. âi failed him,â you whispered, voice trembling. âif i hadnât been injured in that fight with yena then i couldâve saved him.âÂ
seonghwaâs heart twists at hearing the anguish in your voice. he lays down beside you, pulling you into his arms. you tried to resist for a moment before giving up, collapsing against him, burying your face in his chest.Â
âyou didnât fail him,â he said softly, voice steady despite the emotions threatening to spill over. âyou did everything you could.âÂ
âi couldâve stopped that bastard, seonghwa. i couldâveâÂ
you cut your own self off as the tears you had been holding back finally broke free. body shaking as the tears began to soak through seonghwaâs shirt.Â
âno,â he says, tone firm but gentle. he titled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. âyou couldnât have known. you couldnât have done anything differently. donât let this guilt consume you, y/n. you saved all those people on that train from that demon. you did something.âÂ
you stared at him, tears spilling over as your lips quivered. âi feel like iâm drowning,â you confessed, voice barely a whisper. âi canât breathe. i canât⌠i canât do this.â
seonghwaâs arms tighten around you, his forehead knocking gently against yours. âyouâre not alone,â he said, voice shaking slightly. âyou hear me? youâre not alone in this. iâm here, sanâs here, yeosang even. and iâll always be here.âÂ
your sobs grew louder, emotions spiralling out of control. the room around you both began to shift. the walls ripped like waves, furniture flickered in and out of existence, and the air seemed to hum with an unnatural energy.Â
seonghwa noticed but didnât falter. he held you tighter, attempting to ground you with his presence. âbreathe with me,â he whispers, voice soothing. âin and out. just focus on me.âÂ
you clung to seonghwa as if he were your lifeline, your ragged breaths slowly matching his steady rhythm. gradually, the room settled. the walls returned to their solid state, the flickering ceased, and the unnatural energy faded away.Â
you pulled away slightly, face streaked with tears. âiâm scared,â you confessed, voice unstable as you continued. âiâm scared of losing control and hurting people i care about.â
seonghwa cups your face with his hands, thumb gently wiping the tears away. âyouâre stronger than you think,â he tells you, voice filled with a quiet sureness. âyouâve been through so much and youâre still here. still fighting. thatâs what matters most.âÂ
you feel your lower lip tremble as you search his eyes, finding only unwavering support and affection. unwavering love. âi donât know if i can continue doing this alone,â you admitted softly.Â
âand you wonât,â he tells you, âyou have us. you have me.âÂ
for the first time in days, you feel a flicker of something other than guilt and grief. hope, perhaps? you let out a shaky breath and rest your forehead against his once again. âthank you,â you whisper, voice full of raw emotions and eyes looking at him with sincerity.Â
seonghwa smiles soft, his arms still wrapped around you, âalways,â he tells you, leaning over to pressing a soft kiss to your lips.Â
you felt your breathing steady and tears finally stop, you allowed yourself to lean into him, feeling the weight of your grief just ever so slightly begin to lift. it was good to be reminded that seonghwa was here â san too â and that you werenât alone.Â
ateez compound â winterâs room â night
winter walks down the quiet corridor, her footsteps light and measured as the compound has settled into its usual nightly rhythm. her expression remains neutral, composed â a perfect mask of calm that easily hid the storm beneath. each step brought her closer to her room, where she knew she could let her guard down for a moment.Â
she pushed the door open with a soft creaked sound. her hand instinctively reaches for the light switch, but she immediately freezes.Â
someone was sitting on her bed.Â
the faint light from the hallway cast a silhouette that is both commanding and terrifying. lady nicha.
the door closes behind winter as she immediately drops to both knees, bowing deeply, her head pressed against the cold floor. her voice was steady as she spoke, âlady nicha, i wasnât expecting you.â
the air in the room felt heavy, suffocating, as if the walls themselves bowed to nichaâs presence. she sat clearly relaxed on the edge of the bed, her posture deceptively casual, but her eyes shined with a predatory sharpness. she tapped her painted, burgundy fingers against her knee. each movement deliberate, echoing in the tense silence.Â
ârise,â she then commands, voice smooth yet still laced with authority that left no room for discussion.Â
winter raised her body off the ground, still kneeling with her head slightly bowed. her star-patterned shawl shimmering in the moonlight that peeked into the room. âsuch a disguise you have,â nicha says, voice tilted with fake amusement.
nichaâs lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. âyouâve done well, wonyoung,â she purred, her voice a mix of praise and menace. âto think, theyâve welcomed you so easily and trusted you. allowed you to even sow discord among them, but, ah, i guess that part wasnât so hard considering their distrust among each other.â
wonyoung tilted her head, her expression one of pride, âitâs as you planned, my lady. the seeds of doubt and tension are starting to blossom. theyâre starting to fray at the edges.���Â
nicha stood, the air around her growing heavier still. she approached wonyoung, her presence overwhelming. each step she took seemed to dim the light in the room, shadows pooling at her feet and seemed to have a mind of their own. âgood,â she said, voice low and deliberate, âbut your work is far from over.âÂ
wonyoung met her gaze for a moment, unwavering despite the oppressive and powerful aura that surrounded nicha. âwhat would you have me do, my lady?â
âtake them out,â she says, tone sharp as a blade. âone by one, if you must. but the female villain, y/nâŚâ she pauses, her eyes narrowing, a cruel smile playing on her lips. âshe must suffer. break her and her power will surely destroy the rest.âÂ
wonyoung nodded, her expression determined, âi wonât fail you.âÂ
nichaâs smile widened, though it held no warmth. she raised a hand, her fingers brushing wonyoungâs cheek in a mockery of affection. the action, nonetheless, still sent a chill down wonyoungâs spine. âsee that you donât. i have no use for failures.â
the room seemed to pulse with nichaâs presence, the walls vibrating faintly as if the very fabric of reality bent to her will. âremember, child,â she continued, her voice a whisper that felt like a scream to wonyoung. âmy power is what allowed you to stand here. do not make me regret granting it to you.âÂ
wonyoung bowed her head again, voice firm, âi will not disappoint you, lady nicha.â
nicha laughed softly, a sound that sent more shivers down wonyoungâs spine. âgood,â she said, her form beginning to dissolve into the shadows that slowly gathered around her. âthen go, prove yourself worthy of the power iâve bestowed upon you.â
with her final words echoing inside the room, nichaâs presence dissolved, leaving the room eerily still. the oppressive weight lifted, but her dominance remained a lingering sense. like a phantom hand clutched wonyoungâs throat, reminding her to not fail.Â
then, as the last traces of nichaâs aura faded, wonyoung straightened up, standing up from the ground as her face hardened. ây/n,â she mumbled, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features. âletâs see if youâre as strong as they say you are.âÂ
with a resolute breath, she turned in order to begin preparing for the next phase of her plan. nichaâs commands echoing in her mind, a constant reminder for the price of failure. failure that wasnât an option for her.
ateez compound â common room â the next afternoonÂ
the morning light streamed from the compoundâs windows and into the common room where jongho and yeosang were. a faint buzz from jonghoâs phone interrupted their conversation, which leads him to glancing at the device before quickled opening the message.Â
âwhat is it?â yeosang asks, noticing the subtle tension in jonghoâs shoulders.Â
âitâs from hongjoong,â jongho replied, voice low. âi told him and yunho about winter being here and what she said happened to her team.â
yeosang frowns, âdo you think it's about that?â
jongho didnât respond immediately, his eyes fully focused on the message as he read it. yeosang notes his face slowly drain of color, hand tightening around the phone. yeosang is afraid the younger hero is going to crush the device if he doesnât let up.Â
âjongho?â yeosang says, his concern growing. âwhat does it say?â
jongho hesitates, swallowing the lump that forms in his throat, voice with an unusual tremble as he replies, âthey found her team⌠what was left of the bodies were recovered.â
yeosangâs brows furrowed at the news, âthatâs awful, but why do youâ
âwinterâs body was found with them,â jongho cuts him off, voice shaking.Â
a chilling silence falls between them, the weight of jonghoâs words sinking in. yeosangâs eyes widened in disbelief, âwhat?â
jongho hands him the phone, letting him read the message himself, âhongjoong says we need to be careful. whoeverâs here with us isnât winter.â
âwe need to tell the others now,â yeosang says, despite his mind racing at the sudden thought of potential danger within their own compound.Â
jongho nodded, his expression grim as they split up.Â
ateez compound â outside training grounds â afternoonÂ
you sat outside of the compound, enjoying the quietness of nature, but still trying to process everything that has happened over the past few days. your eyes flickered up towards the sky where you saw several crows flying around in a circle. five crows to be exact. their cawing sends a chill down your spine for reasons you canât quite explain.
odd, you think to yourself. the last time you saw a crow was right after mingiâ
the door behind your flies open and you turn to see yeosang running outside towards you. his urgency cutting through the peaceful air. ây/n, we have a problem.â
you meet yeosang halfway, placing a hand on his shoulder, âwhatâs wrong?â
âwinter isnât who she says she is. her body was found with her team,â he says, not wasting any time
your eyes widened as you process his words, âyouâre saying⌠sheâs an imposter?â san was right then, his suspicions that something wasnât right with winter were true.Â
yeosang nods his head, âyes. hongjoong just sent the intel. whoeverâs been with us all this time isnât winter. we need to act now.â
you looked at yeosang, voice calm but urgent as you spoke, âthen letâs move. we canât let her make the first move. where are the others?â
ateez compound â training room â afternoon
in the training area, seonghwa stood next to winter on the sidelines as he watched san and wooyoung spar. jongho enters the room, heart pounding as he approaches wooyoung.Â
âwooyoung,â jongho calls out, trying to keep his voice steady as he gives a cautious look to winter. âi need to talk to you. itâs important.â
wooyoung raised an eyebrow, pausing his sparring. after years of working with jongho, he realized that something was wrong with the youngest. he was nervous despite being able to mask it well for the others in the room. âwhatâs up?â
âletâs talk somewhere else,â jongho says, glancing at winter out of the corner of his eye.Â
winter tilted her head, faint smile playing on her lips, âwhy canât you say it here?â
jongho hesitated, but before he could answer, san stepped forward, having also picked up on the shift of jonghoâs eyes. sanâs own eyes narrowing that the female hero, âmaybe he doesnât want you to hear it.â
winterâs smile faltered, her expression sharpening, âi donât see why that would be a problem? unless, of course, youâre trying to hide something.âÂ
san let out a dry laugh, the tension almost touchable at this point, âfunny, i was about to say the same thing to you.â
wooyoung stepped between them, his own frustration boiling over, âcan you stop? this isnât the timeâ
âactually,â jongho interrupts him, voice slightly louder now, âthis is the time.â he adds as he takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on his teammate. âwinterâs team was found, and so was she. dead.âÂ
the room fell deathly silent.Â
then the sound of an unsettling laughter broke it.
the longer the laugh went, the louder and unsettling it became. all eyes turned to winter, who straightened her entire demeanor. she no longer looked like the hero, but instead her platinum blonde hair turning a pitch black. eyes becoming sharper, more dangerous. what were once brown shifted into an unnatural green, her pupils also shifting to where ěěěĄ could be clearly read. her once delicate features twisted into a cruel smirk as she looked at the group.Â
âwell,â she says, her voice dripping with mockery and fake disappointment, âit seems the charade is up.â Â
san stepped forward, fists clenched, while wooyoung could only stare in shock and betrayal. jongho then spoke up, voice steady and firm, âget ready! this isnât over!â
wonyoungâs smirk widened, her confidence unshaken, âoh, iâm counting on it.â
wonyoungâs shawl, now wrapped around her waist appears with a snake-patterned, shoot out from her arms, snapping toward san. the sudden attack forces san to leap back, just narrowly avoiding being impaled. wooyoung stumbles back in shock as the ribbons carve into the wall, leaving deep gashes.Â
âsheâs a demon!â seonghwa says right as the room erupts into chaos with the ribbons coiling and striking with lethal precision. wonyoung whirls, her snake-like ribbons extending and retracting at her will, smashing training dummies and throwing debris into the air. san ducks under one ribbon and slashes another with his hardened blood. the severed ribbon falling lifelessly to the ground.Â
seonghwa turns to both wooyoung and jongho, âgo, weâll handle her!â jongho nods his head, turning towards wooyoung who is clearly hesitating for a moment. jongho grabs the older by the arm pulling him out of the training room.Â
âcome on, wooyoung, we need to send a message to the association!â wooyoung snaps out of his daze and nods, the two males rushing out and leaving the two villains to take care of the demon.Â
ânot just any type of demon, too, but a part of the twelve moons,â san says with gritted teeth. âbut her upper six status means she should just be childâs play.â
seonghwa moves in from the side, his strikes calculated, but wonyoung twirls gracefully, her ribbons creating a barrier that easily deflects his attacks. she laughs, her voice echoing eerily throughout the room.Â
âyou think you can defeat me? how adorable.â
one ribbon wraps around sanâs arm, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into a wall. he lets out a groan but manages to twist free and lands on his feet just as seonghwa launches a flurry of attacks. his sheer strength blowing through several of wonyoungâs ribbons. the demonâs movements are fluid, almost dance-like, as she dodges and counters.Â
âsheâs toying with us,â seonghwa says to san.Â
ânot for long,â he replies before charging forward, his blood shaped into hardened weapons. he slices through one of the ribbons, which recoils with a hiss, but two more easily snap towards him. seonghwa intercepts, his fist catching the ribbon mid-strike and easily ripping it apart.Â
âimpressive, but letâs see how long you last,â wonyoung purrs. she then slams her hand into the ground, ribbons erupt in every direction, tearing through the floor. san and seonghwa are forced to separate, dodging the onslaught. san sprints along the edge of the room, dodge debris, while seonghwa rushes head on, leaping into the air for higher ground.Â
âseonghwa, now!â
seonghwa drives his clawed fist downward towards wonyoung. she blocks with her ribbons, but san takes the opportunity to strike from the side, slicing through another ribbon and grazing her arm. wonyoung hisses in pain, her composure faltering for the first time.Â
âyouâll pay for that!â she snaps, her ribbons lash out wildly, one catching seonghwa in the side and throwing him across the room. he crashes into a pile of rubble, groaning in pain. san dodges and weaves, landing another strike on wonyoung, but she quickly retaliates by wrapping a ribbon around his ankle and yanking him off his feet.Â
âlet⌠go, damnit!â san swipes his blood through the ribbon, slicing it and rolling to his feet. he and seonghwa regroup, their breathing heavy. âbeen awhile since weâve been this out of breath together, huh?â san comments with a smirk making seonghwa roll his eyes.Â
wonyoung glares at them, blood trickling from a wound on her forehead, âenough of this!â she extends her arms, ribbons converge into a massive, writing mass above her head. with a deafening crack, she sends it crashing down towards the two villains. they dive in opposite directions, the impact leaving a large crater in the floor.Â
âwe need to end this now,â seonghwa says, a frown drawn across his face. san nods, his expression grim. they continue to launch several attacks, san striking high while seonghwa goes low. wonyoung struggles to keep up, her movements becoming more erratic as the two villains close in. finally, san manages to land a deathly blow, his blood blade slicing through her neck in one clean cut.Â
wonyoungâs head falls from her body and to the floor, her body slumping to the floor on her knees. seonghwa and san are left panting, their bodies fighting to keep up with the fight they just went through. they both look down at the demonâs body, and thatâs when they notice that wonyoungâs head and body isnât disintegrating.Â
instead, wonyoungâs head rolls around, body jerking to life as she begins to wail like a child, her voice piercing and unsettling. the sight of her still being alive sends a chill down both villainsâ spines.Â
âwhat theâ
âthis isnât fair! this isnât fair!â she wails out, fisting slamming against the ground as fat crocodile tears run down her face. âi was supposed to kill you all! devour you all! oppa, help me! oppa!âÂ
seonghwa and san freeze, expressions a mix of confusion and horror as they watch wonyoungâs body begin to convulse. her body jerks forward as the sound of flesh tearing fills the air as wonyoungâs back splits open. san is quick to realize another figure was crawling out of her body and jumps straight into action.Â
his blade striking down, dusting covers the room as wonyoungâs cries fall silent for a moment. and for a split second san and seonghwa both think heâs managed to kill the new demon.Â
âshh, iâm here,â a voice speaks behind both of them. both seonghwa and san whirl around to see the new demon crouched in front of a still sobbing wonyoung. reattaching her head to her body like it was nothing.Â
âsunghoon-oppa, it's not fair!â wonyoung cries out as the male demon gives his sister a crooked smile.Â
âitâs okay now,â he says, patting her head before standing. his eyes matching wonyoungâs reading ěěěĄ â upper six â and his expression is hardened. âiâll take care of them. go handle the others,â he says, addressing wonyoung. wonyoung nods, her ribbons snapping menacingly as she quickly teleports away.Â
before either villain can react, sunghoon teleports behind them, his movements too fast to track. âshall we begin?â
san lets out a huff as he grabs seonghwa and rushes out of the training room and into the courtyard of the compound. sunghoon easily follows after them, his body emanating dark, almost snake-like energy. instead of ribbons like wonyoung, sunghoon has dangerous, fang-shaped blades coming out of his forearms.
âyou gave up your humanity, was it worth it? becoming a puppet for the villains just to survive?â san asks, eyes narrowing as looks at sunghoon.Â
âi didnât do this for survival,â he replies back coldly, but thereâs a faint undertone of pain almost, âi did it to protect my sister. everything iâve done â every choice iâve made was to keep her safe.âÂ
seonghwa steps forward, voice sharp, âand now youâre dragging her into the abyss with you.âÂ
sunghoonâs smirk falters at seonghwaâs words, âthe abyss is kinder than the world that the heroâs call justice. the heroes and their association⌠they donât protect anyone. you should know that better than anyone here.â
without warning, sunghoon attacks with his blades clashing against sanâs blood. san manages to roll away, sending blood spikes towards the demon who easily dodges them.Â
âyou talk big, but i donât see much strength,â san says.Â
sunghoon chuckles at san, âyou havenât seen anything yet.âÂ
sunghoon continues to launch himself at the two villains, his blades clashing and creating sparks as seonghwa and san either parry his attack or dodge them. one of sunghoonâs blades manage to cut against seonghwaâs arm, the male hissing as he looks down at it.Â
âhis blades are poisonous,â seonghwa hisses out.Â
âthen weâll need to hurry up and kill him before the poison kills us,â san says, jaw clenched as he used his blood to create two swords, tossing one to seonghwa who easily catches it with his uninjured arm. the fight only begins to escalate as sunghoon launches a flurry of attacks, twirling in the dance with his blades, glistening with venom, attempting to slice and cut at both san and seonghwa.Â
seonghwa trembles, feeling the weight of his injury and battle getting to him. he knew he could never fully control himself when he transform, but seonghwa knew that his monstrous strength would help push them to win against this fight.Â
the air around them began to grow colder with a creeping chill that seeped into the bones of both san and sunghoon. san attempted to reach out to seonghwa, but with one shove it sent san flying back and tumbling to the ground.Â
âfuck,â he mumbles as he watches seonghwa. his body contorting with an unsettling and sickening sound of sounds cracking as his frame elongated. joints bending in grotesque and inhuman angles. his skin took on a deathly pale, almost translucent hue â it was the complete opposite of his usual sun-kissed skin â veins began to pulse dark and prominent beneath the surface.Â
his once calm and calculating expression now twisted into something monstrous, a predator. his teeth sharpened, canines elongating like his body did into jagged points where the sole purpose was to tear at flesh. san felt his heart sink as he continued to watch as seonghwaâs eyes even turned into black voids that looked at every and anything with an unnatural and sick hunger. his fingers stretched, nails hardening into proper, monstrous claws that were just waiting to tear into its next target.Â
sunghoon looked at seonghwaâs monstrous form, completely caught off guard and his usual strong facade faded for a moment. âwhat are you?â he hisses out, âwhat kind of demon are you?âÂ
seonghwa responded with a loud roar that sent shockwaves across the area and he lunged at the demon with his large, grotesque form. seonghwa was able to attack sunghoon with his bone-like antlers, slashing into the demon and sending him flying backwards and leaving a deep.
san is able to adjust quickly, using seonghwaâs sudden transformation and attacks as distractions to land more precise strikes.
ateez compound â control room â nightÂ
yeosang lets out a shaky breath as he reached the control room. running over, he begins to type frantically on the condole, sweating beading down his forehead as he attempted to contact both hongjoong and yunho, but also the hero association. suddenly, the glow of the monitor flickers as a shadow looms behind him. he feels his ear twitch as the sound of a faint hiss, wonyoungâs ribbon snakes dart forward like some fanged vipers.Â
you burst in, sword slashing through the first set of ribbons before wonyoung can even register that you are in the room. the severed ends writhe on the floor before quickly retracting. the ends you cut off, fell to the floor seemingly turning back into pieces of fabric.Â
âgo! send the message, yeosang!â you shout to him as you stand between him and wonyoung. hesitates for a moment, looking between you and wonyoung. ânow, yeosang!â you shout louder. yeosang nods before quickly sending the message.Â
you can hear his ragged breathing, clearly surprised and a little terrified by the demon in front of you both. you turn to look at him for a moment before gesturing towards the door. âbe careful,â he whispers before making a bolt for the door. wonyoungâs head tilts as she watches him flee.Â
âheroes are so predictable, always running,â she taunts with a hiss.Â
you roll your shoulders, sword gripped tightly between your hands, âlooks like it's just you and me.â
wonyoung lets out a tsk sound before lunging at you, her ribbons weaving in intricate patterns, each one snapping towards you like a striking snake. you manage to parry most of them with your sword, slicing through some as sparks fly with metal meeting energy.Â
âyou canât keep this up forever,â wonyoung says with a smirk.Â
âgood thing i donât need forever,â you told her, breathless and through gritted teeth. you roll to the side as a ribbon smashes into the console behind you, shattering the screen. you charge forward, slicing through multiple ribbons, but one catches your ankle, yanking you off balance.Â
you land hard, coughing as the wind is knocked out of you. before you can recover, a ribbon snakes around your wrist, picks you up and slams you into the wall. blood trickles from your forehead, some of it running into your eye, but you quickly wipe it away.Â
âwhatâs the matter? too weak to save yourself?â wonyoung asks mockingly, her ribboned snakes almost floating around her like extra arms. you grit your teeth, eyes glowing faintly as you feel your power begin to flare. you channel your energy into your sword, severing the ribbon holding your wrist.Â
âyou talk too much,â you say fiercely. you lunge again, blade igniting with light. wonyoung retreats, her ribbons forming a barrier around her. you leap, slashing downward with all your strength. the barrier shatters into pieces of limp fabric, and wonyoung stumbles back, clutching a deep wound across her shoulder.Â
wonyoung scowls, her ribbons writhing wildly around her, âyouâll regret that!âÂ
wonyoung summons more ribbons, these even more thick and serpent-like that before, ones with glowing eyes and fangs. they hiss and dart towards you, and you just barely manage to dodge them. one snake grazes your side, tearing through your uniform and leaving a deep, bleeding gash.Â
you press your hand against the wound, feeling that the snake had torn through the stitches of your wound and made it even deeper. blood pooling out and staining your clothes a deep burgundy. you let out a small hiss in pain, managing to steady yourself as you look towards wonyoung with narrowed eyes, âiâve faced worse than you.â
âi can guarantee youâve never faced someone like me.âÂ
the fight continues to become more intense, the control room becoming a battlefield of destroyed debris and shredded fabric everywhere. your sword blazes as you cut through the ribboned snakes, but wonyoung is relentless as her snakes continue to regenerate faster than you can destroy themÂ
jongho and wooyoung rush into the control room, when they arrive they find the place basically destroyed and you on one knee, blade digging into the ground for support.Â
wooyoung immediately feels his rage build up, turning to wonyoung who looks at the three with a mocking smile, blood dripping from her wound you had given her earlier. âyou lied to us! tricked us!â he says furiously, his fist catching on fire.Â
âand you fell for it so easily. how pathetic,â she says, clearly amused by wooyoungâs anger.Â
wooyoung begins to charge, but you reach out to grab his arm, stopping him. âdonât let her get in your head. itâs what she wants,â you say weakly.Â
wooyoung simply glares at you, ripping his arm out of your grasp like youâre the one with fire powers, âshe doesnât deserve mercy!â
âwooyoung, focus! donât let your anger get you killed,â jongho snaps.
âoh, how sweet,â wonyoung says with a laugh, âthe little team trying so hard to hold it together.âÂ
you give both wooyoung and jongho a look as you steady yourself, sweat dripping from your forehead and mixing with blood. you can slowly start to feel the blood loss beginning to affect you, but you push forward and ignore it. the three of you quickly begin to attack in unison, combining abilities in order to overwhelm wonyoung. jongho slams his fists into the ground, sending shockwaves that manage to throw the demon off balance. wooyoung sends several fire and ice blasts towards her ribbons, even sending ice shards that pin them to the walls.Â
you take advantage of the opening, rushing forward and delivering a deep slash across wonyoungâs abdomen.Â
wonyoung lets out a snarl, âyou think youâve won?â her ribbons explode outward, throwing the three of you back. jongho grunts as he takes the brunt of the impact, shielding you and wooyoung.Â
âthanks,â you say breathless to jongho.
âdonât thank me yet,â he says.Â
wonyoung begins to unravel, her ribbons coming together to form a massive snake that towers over you guys. she sends the snake striking downward, its mouth opening up and ready to swallow you whole. wooyoung; however, leaps at the massive snake head, fist ablaze as he strikes it and easily catches it on fire. it screeches as it burns and dissolves, but another snake wraps around him and constricts him.Â
âwooyoung!â you yell as jongho rushes up and grabs the snake, able to pry it off of wooyoung. his raw strength easily overpowering it. the three of you regroup, panting and bloodied.Â
âkeep your head in the fight. we need to end this,â you say, pointedly towards wooyoung who refuses to meet your eyes in the moment.Â
jongho nods, âtogether.âÂ
you guys decide to combine your power, jongho creating another shockwave to destabilize the demon, wooyoungâs ice shards pinning her in place, and you channeling your remaining energy into your blade.Â
âitâs over,â you say, leaping forward and delivering the killing blow, severing wonyoungâs head. she lets out a loud cry as her head goes flying, your powers being able to create a large crater in the wall that connects you all to the courtyard where you can see san and seonghwaâs monstrous form fighting sunghoon.Â
in the courtyard, sunghoon falters for a second as wonyoungâs cry echoes through the compound. his distraction allows seonghwa to attack with feral blows. while san lands a devastating blow, driving his blade across sunghoonâs neck and sends his head flying.Â
sunghoongâs head lands towards where wonyoungâs head had landed. wonyoung crying out for sunghoon, tears streaming down her face.Â
âoppa⌠iâm scared,â she says weakly, the tears continuing to fall.Â
âitâs okay, little one, iâm here,â sunghoon says back, voice breaking as he begins to watch as wonyoungâs body and head dissolve. seemingly not caring that his own is doing the same thing. finally, their bodies and head turn to ash, the wind blowing them away.Â
seonghwa falls to his knees, having transformed back into his human self. you limp towards san and seonghwa, collapsing next to seonghwa, arms wrapping around him as the tension in the air remains heavy.Â
âitâs okay,â you say quietly as you hold seonghwa in your arms, just like how he has done for you.Â
ateez compound â courtyard â dawn
the team gathers, battered and bloodied, in the courtyard. the compound was completely destroyed by the two demons. hongjoong and yunho rush in, their expressions dark and grieve-stricken as they take in the scene before.
âwhat happened?â hongjoong asks, voice low and slightly commanding.Â
âwe stopped them,â jongho answered, exhaustion heavy in his voice as he leaned against a piece of debris.Â
you lean against a wall, glancing down at your hands, yeosang doing his best to patch your wound up. san sitting next to seonghwa, still comforting the villain, calming hand running down his back. wooyoung stares blankly, fists clenched.
âi trusted herâŚâ he says quietly.
âshe fooled all of us. donât put that on yourself,â jongho says firmly. he turns to hongjoong and yunho before quietly filling them in on everything that happened. otherwise, you and the rest of the team sit in silence, the weight of the destroyed compound heavy in the air.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART II
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Flames. (Captain Price x Reader.)
!NSFW, gore, blood, fire, near death, wounds, smut, p in v sex, PTSD, flashbacks, panic attacks, NO MINORS!
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âY/N! GO!â He shoves you. Heâs hurt, a bullet entered his stomach just below his vest and heâs struggling to walk. Thereâs gunfire and the building is filling with smoke, about to collapse.
But this is the man youâve spent the last 7 years working for. The last 7 years falling in love with.
You freeze for a split second. Thinking about leaving him here to die, when he would never do it to you. You make the last minute decision to stay. As if there ever was another.
Youâd rather be dead than live a life without Captain Price in it.
You shove yourself under his arm, drawing it over your shoulder. âDonât be stupid Y/N! GO!â
âNo! Iâm not leaving you!â He tries to fight for a second longer, but you start pulling him. You have to make it down 2 flights of stairs. âY/N-â
âJust shut up Captain Price!â You yell. Coughing on the smoke as it barrels up the flight of stairs at a rapid rate, the roof is about to cave any minute.
Heâs holding his side, and youâre forcing him even though you can tell he doesnât want to. Heâs hurt.
You barely make it to the exit before the building explodes, sending the both of you flying forward.
Youâre the first to wake up. The feeling of someone kicking your side violently has you jolting awake. Your head pounds from the concussion of the explosion. You stir even more, ears ringing but someone is still kicking you.
The reason youâre here.
He draws his gun and aims it at your Captain whoâs still unconscious on the ground. Thereâs four of them.
Through the blurry vision and ringing ears, you scream.
Itâs defeat, anger. Complete anguish. It rattles everyone around you.
You start kicking and screaming to get his attention, and he gives it to you. He walks away from your Captain, whoâs bleeding out.
âShut up!â He growls. He knocks the butt of his gun into your face, but you fight back. You swing and kick and scream. When thereâs enough distance between the two of you, you draw your weapon.
It takes four rounds.
They drop like flies. Thank god you have good aim, but you wouldnât if it hadnât been for your captain. All of those hours heâd put into you, building you up to be a strong soldier.
Youâre frozen. Your heart pounds but you feel like youâre barely breathing.
âLass?â
You can hear Soaps gentle voice from behind you. Heâd been fighting to get to you, having seen and heard the whole thing.
Youâd killed the four so quickly, he never had time to intervene. Youâre staring at the flames, grief stricken. The orange illumination glares off of your glossed eyes, reflecting the burning flames. The day that would change you for the rest of your life.
It takes a few minutes before you snap out of it, practically sprinting to get to your captain. You start patching him up immediately, yelling for Soap to call for Medivac.
When your Captain gets back to base, youâre waiting outside the infirmary for hours and hours. Covered head to toe in blood. They try to talk to you. Try to take a look at the wounds you might have. They even try to give you water but you refuse all of it.
When he finally wakes up, they call you in.
You donât come.
The medic steps outside, only to find your seat empty. Still warm.
âWhere is she?â Captain Price asks.
âIâm not sure, let me call over to Johnny.â She nods.
Captain Price was going to tear you a new one for putting yourself in so much danger.
Although that moment doesnât come. They find out youâve taken a Humvee and have no idea where youâve gone. Just that youâre on camera. Empty eyes and a fierce demeanor as you leave.
Itâs a day later, youâre still MIA.
They donât know what the hell has happened. Where youâve gone.
When Laswell tracks you, sheâs surprised.
The entire task force heads out, and they donât expect to see you still standing in the same place Soap had seen you after youâd killed those four men.
The place is still smoldering. Their bodies are gray. Itâs the same scene, only days later. They approach slow. Something happened, something made you come back here.
Youâve stood in the same place for hours, a mental reaction to something. Something that traumatized you. Bad enough for you to act in such a way.
âY/N.â Captain Price is first to break the silence.
You donât move. You donât react to anything heâs saying.
âY/N. Itâs time to go back to base.â
You clench your pistol in your hand. Itâs down at your side.
Heâs starting to get nervous.
It takes a few more minutes before you finally break your stare, drawing the gun up to look at it. Itâs covered in dried blood. Your whole body is. Youâre looking at objects around you as if they arenât even real.
You turn, slow. Looking at them. Youâve got that thousand yard stare, as if youâre looking right through them. âItâs going to be alright soldier, itâs time to go.â His voice soothes you enough to break you from the trance youâre in. It takes a while but they get you into a Humvee without much trouble. You deny getting looked at by a medic, choosing to sit in the same seat theyâd last seen you. Your eyes are fixed on the door, like the moment they turn away, youâre going to go running back.
âDo you think itâs a traumatic reaction?â Captain Price asks. The medic shrugs. Theyâre all huddled up a few feet away. âI donât know. Thereâs no way for me to see the extent of her damage until she lets me look at her.â She sighs.
âThat scream she let out.. it rattled me.â Soap interrupts. Heâs watching you stare at the door. âWhat?â
âI was fighting off a couple of them, couldnât get to her. She burst through the door with you, just before the building exploded. You both got launched a few feet and got knocked out. She came to and saw him aiming a gun at you and⌠screamed.â He shakes his head. âIâve never heard a sound like that come out of anyone- let alone Y/N.â He sighs. âI think it scared her. She had all four of those men dead in seconds. I barely fought off the two. When I got to her, she was just standing there. Same place.â
She chews on her lip. âIt probably just triggered some kind of trauma response. The only thing we can do now is hope sheâll pull out of it.â She mumbles.
Captain Price heals. It takes time, they get you to get looked at, treat you for minor injuries. Only if Captain Price was by your side of course. You had some shrapnel here or there and she finds a fairly bad concussion. She wonders if thatâs the reason behind your odd behavior.
You donât talk, not for a while.
When you finally do, it takes your Captain off guard.
Youâre rushing to his office, feet moving quickly across the ground. Youâre on the verge of a panic attack. Youâre wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. The first clean set of clothes theyâd gotten you to change into. Your Captain anyways. He had to help you.
You shove the door open and shut it behind you. Your back flush to the closed door as your heart nearly beats out of your chest. You look up at him but say nothing. âY/N. Is something wrong?â Youâre staring at him. You havenât spoken a word since everything happened. You pause. âDarling, whatâs going on?â
âIâŚâ you swallow hard, voice scratchy. âI love you.â
You donât break eye contact. Heâs taken completely off guard. He makes his way around the desk. âY/N⌠I donât think youâve healed yet completely.â
âNo- no. I love you. I am in love with you. I donât know how to..â you freeze. He doesnât expect you burst into tears.
âShit- Y/N.â He sighs. Heâs expected it to happen. This breakdown has been a long time coming.
He pulls you into him. Holding you close to him.
He doesnât know whatâs going on, even still. Youâve just admitted something to him but heâs got no context and he doesnât know if itâs the trauma still talking.
He holds you for probably 20 minutes. Until youâve cried all that you can cry. Youâve got a death grip on him. Captain Price has to admit, these last 7 years have been some of the most exhilarating. Being around you. Your smiling face, your laugh. The jokes shared between the two of you. The last few years with the task force have been even better. The five of you have gotten along so well that itâs like home for everyone.
Youâre finally sitting in his chair across from him at his desk. He was able to sit in his own chair to talk to you. âY/N.. what do you mean when you say that-â
âI mean that I am in love with you.â You stare ahead at him. âAnd I�� I canât do this anymore. I canât keep fighting, not knowing how close you came to dying.â
Itâs silent in his office for a long time. The two of you staring each other down. Trying to find the right words to say. âThatâs.. thatâs why you reacted the way you did⌠hm.â He mumbles. âY/N. This is the job that you signed up for, darling. We all nearly die all of the time. Whatâs so different now?â
âIt has never come so close. Not like that Captain. And I⌠I canât watch it anymore. I have to get out.. medical discharge or something. I canât do this anymore.â He sighs. He stands up once again. Making his way around the desk. He slides his hand along your cheek. Pushing your hair back behind your ear.
He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up.
You wrap your legs around his waist and he turns you around, setting you on his desk. He takes his hat off, setting it down on the desk beside you. Gliding a hand through his hair.
âIf we arenât here to fight the bad guys, no one will be.â He sighs. âI know that this job can be terrifying. More terrifying than anything youâve ever done or will do. But this is for the greater good. We fight the bad guys so that nobody else has to.â
âI know.â You swallow. âI just canât watch you die⌠I donât think I can recover from it, Captain.â You look up at him. Eyes rimmed with tears. He sighs. Cupping your cheeks with his hand. Raising your chin up. âYouâre a good girl. I wouldnât even be alive if you werenât here. Thatâs why I need you here. With me. What would I have done if you hadnât been there?â
He moves closer, his groin nearly flush with yours at the edge of the desk. This is an inappropriate setting and even he knows it.
He holds your jaw still. Forcing you to look right at him. âI get where youâre coming from. I do. But this is a dangerous job, and dangerous things are going to happen. It canât be avoided. Itâs you and I, or some other recruit or captain putting their lives on the line.â You nod your head. âI know that, I know. I just⌠not you. Not here. Not now.â Tears spill over your eyelids once more. He uses his thumb to wipe them away. âIâll be honest with you darling. The approach we took is one-hundred percent why that mission went so poorly.â He breathes. âWe went in, guns blazing. No plan. First time weâve done that in a while. Planning has to go into this and we neglected that.â
You nod your head. âI can put in the paperwork. For your discharge. Itâs completely up to you. I wonât ever force you into something. Especially not in the state youâre in.â He mumbles. He brushes his thumb across your lips.
Heâs right. If you hadnât been thereâŚ
He takes you off guard. Pressing his lips to yours. You deepen the kiss immediately. He tugs your hips to the edge of the desk, moving closer. He presses himself flush against you. You lean back slightly, eager to kiss him. His facial hair scratches you as he kisses you. He rocks his hips into yours.
You reach for his belt but he pauses for a second. Grasping your hand. âY/N⌠maybe we should wait. I donât think youâre-â his eyes widen slightly at you grasping his cock through his pants. âFuck-â he breathes. âWe shouldnât be doing this..â he breathes. âNo⌠probably not.â You breath. âLook at me, yeah?â
He asks. âIf you think you love me. Tell me about myself.â
You narrow your eyes in confusion. âWhat?â
âTell me something about me that nobody else knows. Give me a reason to think that you love me.â He smiles. You think for a second.
âIâŚâ you pause, looking down for a moment before looking up at him. âI know that your favorite color is light blue, despite the fact that you tell people you donât have a favorite.â You pause. âI know that youâll only sleep with silk sheets. That your most favorite cigars come from Cuba. I donât remember the names off of the top of my head but I could pick them out of a lineup from how much they cost and what they look like. I know you wear expensive cologne even when youâre not supposed to. I know that you buy cheap razors because you hardly ever shave.â You pause.
âAnd I know your shoe size is eleven and a half.â
You swallow hard.
âMy god, am I that oblivious?â He laughs. You give him a shy smile.
He sighs. Pushing your hair off of your shoulder with his hand. His fingertips draw over your collarbone. âSo thatâs why you wouldnât leave me behind in that building.â
Your eyes fill with tears again at the thought.
He smiles.
âWell. I guess. Itâs also because you wouldâve never left me in there. Never in a million years.â
He nods his head. âThatâs the truth darling, but Iâm your Captain. Youâre supposed to follow my orders.â
You laugh. âNo offenseâŚâ you trail off. Hands resting on your knees as he stands in front of you. âIf you want me to leave you die, I will disobey you. Every single time.â You swallow, looking up at him. He shakes his head.
âYouâre a stubborn girl.â
âNo. Iâm just⌠delusional.â You laugh. âWhat do you mean?â He asks.
âI care so much about this task force. I live in a mindset where itâs perfect. Where every mission goes amazing every single time. Where no one gets hurt. And when thatâs jeopardized. My mind crumbles.â You sigh. Rubbing at your eyes. âI think about going back there. In the middle of the night, itâs all I can think about. Itâs the first time itâs ever been tested like that. My brain just feels⌠fried.â
He laughs. âI know how you feel. Itâs scary, course it is. Iâve been where youâre at too. But you have to eat through it. You can either fight through it to get better, or quit.â He shrugs. âThis right here is a trial. The military always sounds bittersweet until you see the dark side of it. Thatâs the biggest test.â You nod your head.
You swallow hard. âWell. I guess if weâre going down. Weâll go down together.â You sigh.
He smiles. âThatâs my girl.â
You clench your eyes shut. Heâs said that to you so many times and hearing it just never gets any easier. It still gets you so worked up.
He chuckles at your reaction. âMaybe I havenât been that oblivious.â He laughs. âYour reaction when I say that.. never gets old.â He laughs. He places his hands on the tops of your thighs.
âSame with..â he trails his hand further up your thigh. âAtta girl.â He sees your small smile, the way your cheeks blush bright. The lobes or your ears turning crimson.
âShut up.â You roll your eyes. âThought it was just.. a word thing. Didnât think it was that youâve got a crush.â He smirks, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk, moving in close. You love when he teases you but you also hate it.
Heâs about to seal the deal. Heâs been a good captain up to this point. Heâs followed most of the rules.
At least the ones where you donât fuck Sergeants over your desk.
But heâs a good man, and one broken rule canât hurt.
âLift your hips up.â He lifts your arms to wrap them around his neck, using him to raise yourself up. He slides your pants down your legs, completely off. Moving back between them. He slides his arm behind you, resting it against your back, pulling you closer. His hips flush to yours, you can feel him through his jeans. Heâs hard. Youâre on the very edge of his desk now.
He pushes you back slightly, youâre apprehensive at first. Back flush against his cold desk. He pushes your sweater up over your stomach. Hand gliding across it. He can feel chills over your skin. Cold. He grits his teeth. No one on this task force had ever seen this side of him before. He didnât want to scare you.
He unbuttons his jeans, unzipping them too. He winces slightly. Still having a week old gunshot wound.
He uses his thumb to pull your panties to the side, hearing you take in a sharp breath. He notches the tip of his cock at your entrance, and pushes in. He holds onto the desk. Teeth gritted as you tighten around him. When your thighs are flush with his stomach, he finally glances up to you. Heâs worried youâll be uncomfortable but your lips are parted, eyes shut tight. You clutch the desk like your life depends on it. âYou alright?â He asks. You nod your head, swallowing hard as he draws back, thrusting into you again.
Heâs a bit more rough than you thought heâd be.
He glides a hand up your stomach, pushing your sweater over your chest. Hand cupping your breast. A gasp leaves your lips. Heâs letting you get used to him.
He starts a steady pace, hips rocking into you. He presses against your pelvis, rocking into you. âFuck.. youâre so⌠soft.â He breathes. Heâs worked up, panting hard. Itâs been a very long time. Heâs embarrassed, feeling as if heâs lost his touch.
He grips your hips with both of his hands, starting a bruising pace as he thrusts into you. He tries to keep quiet but the desk sliding against the floor doesnât hide much. His hands are tight on your hips, you only hope theyâll leave bruises. He moves them, hearing you whine out. He raises your thighs up, holding onto them.
âYou look so good like this darling. So pretty.â He breathes. He reaches down, grasping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. His skin is flushing red, heâs beginning to sweat. Itâs a good look for him. He runs his fingers down your chest, between your breasts and down across your stomach. Heâs keeping you grounded with his touch.
âWill you stay?â He breathes. You look up at him.
Youâre scared, but know that this is for you. Youâre all in.
âYes.â
âAtta girl.â
You clench your eyes shut, hearing him chuckle. âYouâre so easy to fuck with.â He smirks. He leans over you, pressing his lips to yours again. Helping you sit up. He presses his forehead to yours, his hand on the back of your head. âWhen you start to lose yourself, you come to me. Alright?â
You nod your head. âY-yes sir.â You whine. He draws back to kiss your neck. You can feel his teeth gliding over your skin. Youâre getting close.
With each move of his hips, heâs pushing you over the edge.
He groans out, teeth gritted. âI can feel you throbbing around me.â He hisses. âCum for me.â
You screw your eyes shut, moaning out as you finish around him.
You can see him wince slightly, your eyes draw down to his stomach. Heâs still got a wound there.
You push him back, seeing him give you a look of confusion. âItâs okay. Sit down.â You slide off of his desk, he doesnât know what youâre doing, but listens.
Heâs panting, still sweaty. His hair is damp with sweat. You drop to your knees in front of him sees him tense up. You rest your hands on his thighs, looking at his wound. âItâs okay. Just relax.â You lean into him, grasping the base of his cock with your hand and lowering into him. You take him between your lips, tonguing the tip of his cock. He sighs, eyes shutting. âFuck.â He breathes. You take him further, drawing back and lowering against. Bobbing your head up and down his shaft.
Heâs already close from being inside of you, he knows he wonât last.
He clutches the chair in a death grip. Moaning out. He lets his head fall back.
âFuck baby- mânot gonna last.â He whines. Youâve never seen the man so desperate before.
He bucks his hips, trying not to but he canât help himself. Youâre surprised when he grasps your hair, forcing you down onto him. You jump slightly when he cums, the stream of orgasm hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water as you swallow him down.
When he finally lets you up, you take a deep breath. âDamn.â He laughs. âYouâre good at that.â He chuckles. âAre you blushing, Captain?â You smirk. He rolls his eyes. âDonât flatter yourself.â He laughs.
âCome on, letâs get cleaned up. Brat.â He grasps your wrists, helping you stand up. He helps you redress so that the two of you can shower together.
You only hope that this will last forever.
#captain john price#captain price#call of duty#cod price#captain johnathan price#john price x reader
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Aroused By Their Voice  + Bed Sharing for Marc/vale
hmm okay so in THIS scenario its like. the first real work trip post rosquez reconciliation when everything is like. new and pale and shivering like a leaf that is unfurling into the sun and theyre doing WAYYY too much probably too soon, but hey thats just how these guys simply have to role at this point.... like for real have not spent more than a night out of each other's company for the last two months. you squint in the back of marc's fuck ass ducati ski lodge videos and hey wait a minute is that valentino rossi. using poor pecco as facsimile of a cover story. valentino voice i will be at more races this season. kinda thing. and they are travelling together on the way to a race overseas (COTA ? for ME ?) and vale is tagging along (w the flimsy excuse of vr46 business...)
but crucially they are not OUTTT yet. and if theyre using work as an excuse, then they both have like. some actual stuff to do (like RACE) so maybe theres a tense lil moment when theyre at the airport (and they both WANT to say fuck it and follow the other to their hotel room to have sex and sniff each other's armpit as they fall asleep after and shit) but there are cameras on them and theyre feeling like theyre in the panopticonnnn and they dont want to rock the boat bc theyve never talked going public. and i mean they sure as shit arent going to start NOW. in austin-bergstrom international airport. in front of JOSE....
soooooo they go to separate hotels. putz around kinda bored and sad and spend too long in the shower kind of vaguely horny. contemplate jacking off and then just go on their phone and scroll their little apps. wait until it is not weird to call. and like five hours pass and marc cant sleep and he KNOWS vale is awake bc he's seen the fucked up hairdryer setup like he is AWARE.... and marc needsssss his nine hours of hot girl sleep if hes gonna crush cota like a bug and is getting NOWHERE + hes feeling fucking sorry for himself so gives up. blinks first. and he picks up his phone and calls vale who answers after one ring and starts yammering about the ugly fucking bathroom in his hotel and this and that and the food on the plane and it ISNT sexy except for all the ways that it is and marc is staring over at the empty side of the bed knowingggg vale sleeps naked with this hot thick thing swimming in his chest and he cant STAND IT. so he interrupts. and in a casual little voice that still manages to be demanding he says you know vale you should tell me what you would do. if you were here... and vale likes improv so he does and its crazy. BUT. during phone sex he like. has to reach over and unplug the hair dryer contraption that he needs to sleep and its a stretchhhh from the bed so he nearly keels over and marc is like. laughing and hard and gasping cupping himself trying not to shoot (hot things to marc: funny guys. death sport. people just like him. huh would u look at that) saying like pleaseeee dont die trying to get me off and vale is like if i could die doing ONE THING it would be getting you off... and then he just says fuck it and comes over lmao
#vale using pecco/vr46 status as a factory supported team to meet his dick appointment quotas...#motogp#callie speaks#asks#rosquez#this is so lawng....
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I Slept with My Boss - Ch 5
Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting
Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI
"Y/n. This is Chan. He's one of the CEOs of the company and the one you will be directly working with." You stare at Chan, eyes wide. His eyes were just as wide.
'My new boss is one of the men I slept with..?'
You bow again after composing yourself, showing respect for your boss. "It's nice to meet you, sir." You stand back up.
Chan has to will himself not to jump on you right now. Especially after you call him sir. He hasn't stopped thinking about you since that night.
"It's nice to meet you too, prâ" He stops himself and clears his throat. "Y/n." He nods. The person from HR smiles and leaves, saying goodbye.
"So..um. you're going to be my personal assistant. Basically, run my schedules for me, coffee runs. I always schedule at least two days out of the week for time with my friends after the work day is done, so I keep after 4 pm clear." He explains, trying to avoid eye contact with you as he walks you into the office. He has a desk for you set up corner to corner from his. He decided a while ago that this would be easier for his assistant than having them in another room or further away from him. He groans silently as he is now regretting it, as you're going to be oh so close.
He has you sit at your desk, showing you the programs you'll be using on it, as well as showing you the work tablet for when you're away from the computer. You have two large drawers in the desk for immediate filing or paperwork you'll need for day to day business. Filing cabinets in a room behind you for long-term filing. Thankfully, he had the last assistant and a few secretaries go through and get rid of any old or dated forms and paperwork.
You listen attentively, trying to ignore the fact that he's so close to you and that he used the same cologne from that night with you.
"For the first week, I'll try and keep an eye on my schedule as you get adjusted to working here, yeah?" He looks at you, still leaning over your desk. You simply nod and tell him 'yes, sir'. You really don't know what that does to him. He straightens his back and groans softly. He quickly goes and sits at his desk.
You take a look at his schedule, seeing he has no meetings or appointments after lunch. You turn towards the work computer and open the programs he showed you. You familiarize yourself with it fairly quickly. Chan watches you as he works, eyes occasionally flicking to you over his own computer. There's a knock at the door, and both you and Chan look up at it. The door opens right after Chan says to enter.
Your eyes go wide again when you see it's the second guy you were with, the same night as Chan. You lower your head to hide behind your screen as he enters the room.
"Hey, Min. What's up? Thought you were taking the day off?" Chan sits back in his chair.
"Yeah. But I got bored. Wanted to see if you had any plans for lunch." He says as he walks over to Chan's desk, leaning over it, palms flat against the wood.
"I think I've got two meetings before lunch, but I should be free after then." He looks over his schedule.
"Why are you looking over your schedule? Shouldn't your assistant be doing that?" He gestures to you without looking your way.
"She's still new. It's her first day." Chan looks at you then back up to his friend. Minho looks at you quickly, then back to Chan. Furrowing his brows, he looks back at you after a moment.
"Kitten?" He stands up and fully turns towards you, a smirk on his face. "Is kitten really your new secretary, Chan-hyung?" Your cheeks flush.
"I know. I was just as surprised. I never looked over her file when HR was looking for an assistant." Chan runs his fingers through his hair.
"Kitten, look at me." Minho chuckles. You hesitate for a moment before turning your head to look at him.
"He's the other CEO, Y/n. But because you're employed as my assistant, he can't really do anything if you make him mad." Chan looks at you. "But do try to avoid making him mad, please." He looks back at Minho as the younger walks around your desk, stopping behind you. He leans down, not saying anything but you feel his warm breath across your neck and you shiver. Chan watches you both, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Still just as beautiful as that night, kitten." He whispers in your ear, making you visibly shudder. He places his hands on your shoulders. "Did you think of us at all? About how well we filled you?" You close your eyes as your cheeks flush more. He chuckles as one hand creeps around your neck, very lightly squeezing. Your lips part slightly as a light gasp slips through. Minho chuckles and pulls away, making you whimper quietly. Your eyes flutter open as you bring your hands to your burning cheeks.
"Minho, please don't tease my assistant. She is working after all." Chan says, watching.
"Why not? You seemed to enjoy it." Minho points to Chan, chuckling. Chan leans forward so his tent isn't visible to you.
"Just..figure out what you want for lunch or where you want to go and I'll see you then." He shoos the man out of the office, Minho laughing on his way out. Chan looks at you and apologizes. You say it's fine, cheeks still pink.
Lunch rolls around just as Chan finishes a meeting. He comes back into his office and sees you pulling out your lunch.
"Are you not eating with Minho and I?" He pulls his phone out to text Minho.
"Uhm. It's ok. Maybe another day." You smile shyly. Chan frowns a bit.
"Well, come to dinner after work then. Minho and I are going to be meeting up with our friends today. No buts." He winks at you. You swallow, a bit nervous.
"Yes, sir."
You watch as he leaves, shutting the door behind him. You take your phone out and text Yoonae.
"Hey girl. I'm on lunch." You hit send. Picking up your sandwich, you take a bite just as your phone rings, Yoonae's contact on your screen.
"Hey, Y/n. How's the first day?"
"It's good. Pretty easy so far since it's my first day. BuuutâŚyou'll never guess who my direct boss is."
"Who? You know I love tea. Now spill."
"Remember the first night you took me out and those two guys you set me up with?" Yoonae lets out a sound of confirmation. It sounds like she's eating too. "The one with the curly hair, the Australian? I'm his assistant." Yoonae starts coughing over the phone. "The other guy, the quiet one, is the other CEO."
"WHAT?! Are you serious?"
"Why would I joke about something like that?" You take another bite of your food. "I slept with my boss." You groan softly as you eat.
"Are they as hot as you remember?" She asks after a moment of silence. You can practically hear the eyebrow wiggle.
"Yoonae. Really?" You hiss.
"What? They're hot." She laughs. You roll your eyes and steer the conversation in a different direction. After your lunch hour, you clean up your mess just as Chan walks into the office. He smiles softly when he sees you.
"Hi, prinâ" he groans. "Hi, Y/n." He shuts the door behind him. "Minho was a little disappointed that you didn't come eat with us."
"I'm sorry, sir. I promise I'll go next time." You stand up and bow.
"Hey, hey. None of that. There's no need to apologize." He smiles, walking to his desk. "And you don't need to promise anything like that. He just gets pouty." He sits at his desk.
"Thank you, sir." You nod and sit back down. He groans softly and adjusts his pants under the desk. He logs into his computer and answers a few work related emails, sending some to you that involve scheduling meetings.
The end of the work day comes by fast. You put your paperwork away, making sure your computer is turned off before grabbing your things.
"Remember, you're coming to dinner with me and Minho." Chan says, stepping up behind you. He gently puts his hand on your lower back, just barely touching you.
"Of course, sir." You smile, nervous.
"We aren't on the clock, Y/n. You don't need to call me sir." He leads you out of the office and to the elevator. "We'll take my car and I'll bring you home. Your car will be ok here for the night, yeah?" He smiles brightly at you and you just nod.
You get in his car and he drives you a few streets away to a restaurant known for hosting bigger parties of people. You both get out and he comes over to you, putting his hand lightly on your back again. He leads you inside and tells the waitress his name. She leads you both back to a room. He thanks her and opens the door. Chan lets you in first and follows behind you, shutting the door.
When you step in, you freeze. You don't see the faces of all the men at the table, as some have their backs to you. But you notice Changbin and Hyunjin, and unmistakable blonde hair from one of the men. Changbin notices you and smiles before a confused look creeps over his face.
"Bunny?" He gets up and walks over to you. He gives you a gentle hug. "What are you doing here? How do you know Chan?" He asks, pulling back, hands on your hips.
"She's my assistant. And bunny, hmm?" He grins at his friend. At this point, the whole group is looking towards you, but you don't see them around Changbin. Changbin chuckles a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. "Come, let's go sit and order." Chan ushers you towards the table. As you step around Changbin, you notice the other men. They were all the different men that you had slept with leading up to you starting your job. Your cheeks flush a deep red and you cover your face as you sit.
"Jagi?" The one you remember was named Han looks at you.
"Jagi?" Seungmin looks over at him then back at you. He smirks mischievously. "Did you sleep with everyone at this table?" You groan into your hands. Chan shoots him a look.
"Be nice, Minnie." Chan says next to you. You were sitting between him and Minho. Minho looks at you and leans over to talk softly to you.
"Kitten, it's fine. We aren't judging you. Honestly, we've all slept with everyone at this table." He gently places a hand on your back. "In all honesty, we are all dating each other." He shrugs. You uncover your face to look at Minho. He had a genuine smile on his face. You look between the boys over your hands. Felix and Han were looking at you worried.
"I'm sorry. If I knew you were friends..well, boyfriends, I should say..I wouldn't have agreed to it." You say quietly. "I feel like a homewrecker." You mumble. Chan gently places his hand on your cheek, turning your head to make you look at him.
"Princess. If we didn't all agree on it, none of us would've done it. We all agreed on it. Honestly, we all talked about our experiences after you left. We just didn't know you were the same person." He chuckles softly, a genuine smile on his face. He gently rubs his thumb over your cheek. "You aren't a homewrecker. I promise." You nod, quiet, cheeks still a bit flushed.
"Now," Minho starts, wrapping his arm over your shoulder. "Let's order. I'm starving." You smile a bit and sit forward again.
Chan pays for your food even though you said you could. He just winks at you, a playful smile on his face. The boys all give you their phone numbers, expecting to see you more often now that you're working with Chan. You all exchange goodbyes as Chan leads you back to his car. Opening the passenger door, he helps you in, shutting the door behind you. Once he gets in himself, he gets your address and brings you home.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow, ok?" He parks the car in front of your apartment. You thank him and he smiles, reaching over, he grabs your hand gently and places a soft kiss to your fingers, making your cheeks turn pink. He watches as you get out, not leaving until he's sure you get into the building safely. He drives home after that.
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It's been two months since you started working for Chan. Minho worked out of the attached office next to Chan's, his desk in view of yours and Chan's. Minho would tease you from his seat with winks, air kisses and a few obscene gestures. He would always smirk when he sees how flustered you would get.
While Chan was in a meeting, you were doing mindless paperwork filing. Minho sat in his office, watching you.
"Kitten." He calls. You turn around, a few papers in your hands. "Come here for a moment." Smirk on his face, he waves you over. You set the papers down on your desk, closing the file cabinet before walking into Minho's office. You stop in front of his desk.
"Yes, sir?"
"Around here, kitten." He indicates towards his side. You raise a brow but walk around his desk. He gently grabs your waist and pulls you down into his lap, your back flush with his chest. He buries his face in your neck and breaths in, breathing in your perfume. You sit there for a moment, stunned.
"S-sir?" You turn your head a bit to try and look at him.
"Hmm?" He places soft, featherlight kisses on the crook of your neck.
"I-is there somethingâŚI can help with? Chan's meeting is almost over, a-and I need to finish filing.." You trail off as you feel his kisses get a little more hungry. Soft nips here and there between the kisses.
"I just want to spend time with my kitten. Is that a problem?" He kisses up to under your ear, making you shiver.
"N-no, sir." You feel him twitch under his pants.
"Good girl." He smirks, leaving a small hickey behind your ear, and another on the crook of your neck. "Have you been with anyone else besides us, kitten? At least since you last saw us, I mean."
You shake your head. "No. No one since you all." He chuckles against your skin.
"Good." He slides one hand down to your skirt, slipping under the waistband of it and of your panties. "Are you ok with this, kitten?"
"Chan..Chan will be back soon." You whimper when you feel his fingers slip through your folds.
"That's not what I asked, kitten." You whimper again and nod, whispering a 'yes'. He grins and immediately starts to rub your clit slowly, his other hand snakes up your shirt, moving your bra off your breasts. He gently massages them as he slides his finger from your clit to your entrance. Pushing his digit inside, he chuckles.
"You're so wet, kitten. Are you this wet for me?" He nips your neck.
"Y-yes sir." Your head falls back onto his shoulder, eyes closed and brows scrunched in pleasure. He chuckles softly, slowly fingering you, adding another finger into you. The office was quite aside from your breathing getting heavier and the sounds of his fingers in you. You arch and squirm a bit, trying to get some more friction. Minho slips his fingers out of you and into his mouth, sucking them clean.
"Up kitten. Lay on the desk." He smiles. You whine softly at the loss but get up, turning around to face him. You sit on his desk and lay back, being careful not to knock anything down. Minho grins and stands, gripping your skirt, he shucks it up to your hips. He runs his finger over your wet panties. "So soaked for me, aren't you, kitten?"
"Yes..for you, sir.." you moan softly. He hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them off, stuffing them into his pocket. He undoes his button and zipper of his pants, pulling his cock out through his boxers. He slowly strokes himself as he watches you, you wrapping your legs around his waist.
"You can't imagine how bad I've wanted to fuck this tight little cunt again." He presses himself up to your entrance. "I was so disappointed when you left us that morning. I wanted to fuck you so bad. But I couldn't find you." He slowly inserts his cock into your warmth. He grips your hips and pulls you down to the edge of his desk, effectively shoving the rest of his length in you. You gasp and moan out before covering your mouth, not wanting to be caught.
Minho grabs your hand and pulls it off your mouth. "None of that, kitten. I want to hear every sound you make for me. Understood?" He pushes your shirt up with his free hand.
"Yes, sir." You whimper out.
"Good girl." You hear from the doorway. You tilt your head back to see who caught you and Minho. Your cheeks flush when you see Chan standing there. He was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips.
"Ch-Chan.." you moan out.
"I'm sorry, beautiful. What was that?" He walks over.
"Sir..?"
"Try again, princess." He crouches next to the desk.
Your cheeks flush more when you realize what he wants. "D-daddy.."
"Mm..such a good baby." Chan kisses your head. "I was waiting to see if you wanted this again, but it seems Minho took the initiative." His eyes flick up to his friend, watching as Minho slowly thrusts into you. He stands up and walks over to stand beside Minho.
"No condom, Min?" Chan grins.
"Nope. She hasn't been with anyone since us, and I'm sure she would've told me if she wasn't clean." He thrusts hard into you. "Wouldn't you, kitten?" You nod, moaning out a string of yeses.
"Hm. How's she feel?" Chan gently rubs your belly where Minho's cock would be, gently pushing down. He can feel Minho's cock as he thrusts.
"Still just as tight. So fucking warm. She feels so much better than I remember. Especially without the condom." He leans down to kiss your breasts as he fucks into you hard.
Chan watches you for a moment, smirking. "As much as I'd love to stay and watch, I have some things to tend to. Make sure she gets those files done today, and please don't break her."
Minho grunts out a confirmation before nibbling on your nipple. Chan leans down and softly kisses your lips before leaving Minho's office. You watch Chan as he leaves through half lidded eyes. You gasp out when Minho thrusts into you hard again.
"Eyes on me, kitten. I've got you right now." He mumbles against your skin, sitting up a bit. He grins when your eyes flick to him. "Good girl." He leans down again and kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You groan loudly as you kiss him back, hands moving from their grip on the desk to his hair. He reaches between your bodies to rub your clit fast, grunting into your mouth when you almost immediately clench around him at the contact.
"You're so needy, kitten. Aren't you? Needy for my cock?" He mumbles into your mouth, nipping your lower lip.
"Y-yes sir." You say, arching your back.
He chuckles mischievously. "And what about the others? You want their cocks again too?" He thrusts into you hard, his tip kissing your cervix. You gasp and moan out, but stay silent to his question. He immediately stops thrusting his hips and stops his ministrations on your clit. You just about cry out.
He stares down at you. "Answer the question, kitten." You whine and cover your face. He just barely hears your muffled 'yes'. "Speak up, kitten. You want my boyfriend's cocks again?" Your cunt clenched around him at the mention of them.
"Y-yes.." You uncover your face to look up at him.
"Mm." He grins. "So do I." He starts fucking into you hard and fast again, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You gasp at how sudden it was. Arching your back you cum hard around him. "Fuck kitten. So fucking tight around me." He stops rubbing your clit and holds your hips. He leans down and kisses you deeply, fucking you for a few minutes until he cums deep inside you. His hips keep snapping into yours as he paints your walls white.
He pulls away from the kiss, you both breathing hard. He smiles down at you and grabs a handful of tissues from the tissue box on his desk. Slowly sliding out of you, he groans. He carefully cleans you up, tossing the tissues into the garbage under his desk.
"Such a good, pretty girl, aren't you, kitten?" He helps you sit up, placing soft kisses across your face. You smile up at him, a little dazed. He laughs. "Did I fuck you dumb, Y/n?" He kisses your forehead softly when you just nod. He helps you stand up and fixes your clothes and hair for you. He sends you off to finish your work for the day as he tucked himself back into his clothes, keeping hold of your panties.
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if i could have the old man yaoi of my dreams it would probably be travis and raymond
#i truly believe travis is homophobic and raymond is borderline though x'D auhg T_T#that's what i get for having straight old man blorbos from america ig#but it could be so goooooood#raymond is always .5 seconds away from getting arrested#and the two of them could really bond over their situations while he's locked up#and then travis would have another fire to put out while being tortured by the morality of his choices in how to deal with it#like let him stay in jail and become possessed/wreak havoc once he is#or let him out and have him continue to hurt people#just another werewolf#and u know i love my raymond on a leash or in a cage#they're both such control freaks though like it would be crazyyyyyyyyyyy it would be nuts#i would lose my gd MIND if. while imprisoned. raymond somehow got bit#can you fucking imagine#got 2 jobs and all these demons and the demon curse going on and now u have to take a night off every month to go beastmode#imagine he chains himself up in the basement#im tweaking#ik he wouldn't cause that is an insanely huge safety risk for multiple people but fuuuckk#normalposting#quarryposting#and this is without getting into the sex#the sex that they would never have but still work with me here
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All evidence suggests yes
#starting a new power scaling system for the warlords of the sea but im rating them based on whether i think theyre an ally or homophobic#kuma is an ally because photos dont lie and hes clearly wearing an ally pin#also you cant spend that much time around somebody with the title âQueen of the Queersâ and somehow be homophobic afterwards#unless youre sanji but hes still on his internalized homophobia growth arc. i believe in you buddy you can beat this#crocodile is trans and baroque works is the alphabet mafia in a literal form#with that said. he has the energy of âim not homophobic yall are just annoyingâ#doffy has the energy of a homophobic homosexual#like hed kiss a guy and then call him a f*g and throw him out a nearby window#jimbei joins the strawhats so ofc HES an ally#blackbeard sucks but i dont think hes homophobic#hes one of those people you meet and theyre just the worst all around and youre like âman this guy has gotta be homophobicâ#somebody mentions their partner and you go âoh boy here it isâ but he just has no reaction whatsoever#hes such a problem but at least hes not homophobic on top of everything else#Gecko Moria is such a virgin that i dont think he knows being gay exists any more than he knows being straight does#Typa MFer who thinks âsexâ is just a synonym for gender#also hed see your top scars and get excited because he thinks youre a zombie#gecko moria probably thinks LGBT is an acronym for some branch of the navy that he doesnt know (or care) about#Because Boa lives on Sapphic island i would jump the gun and immediately say she's an ally but i feel that its more complicated than that#not unlike moria. she also doesnt actually have a real strong grasp on being straight vs being queer#but thats just because shes used to everybody being whipped for her equally#somebody tries to explain it to her and shes just like â??? but theyre all obsessed with me?â#if she ever encounters a gay man it will be a reality shifting event for her#id say itd be the same if she met a sex/romance indifferent aroace but like#monkey d luffy#its already happened#mihawk is probably both an ally and queer himself but he just minds his own business so much that we may never know#one piece#seven warlords#warlords of the sea#bartholomew kuma
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and then no one said anything about the fact that if i watched ONE MORE episode tenax pulls a "i'm not angry i'm just disappointed i'm hurt" about scorpus signing with the white faction.
#do you see the vision here <- guy who has a watch rate of one episode per month#oh the implications of scorpus not being there for tenax in his time of need... the death of the child who is not but is symbolically their#is that a separate fic completely yes but it is ALSO in some ways a divorce fic. tenax like i needed you but scorpus also needing him#OH MY GOD THEY LITERALLY DO SAY FELIX WAS HIM and i can do SO much with the concept of a âstrayâ. oh please. please strays instead of rats#one knife to the ribs one fixed race one apartment board THAT'S A STORYLINE BABY RISE OR DIE THE ROMAN WAYYYYYY#i do see your calla/tenax storylines i do. i could be swayed but we are not here for that currently this is the same as the chariot racing#like i KNOW what i said about the gold faction representing everything that scares scorpus a dream he never thought they'd reach#and then to have it ripped away now he no longer even has the dream untarnished i do understand. which is why the âi'm disappointedâ#kills me even MORE because it shows he gets it. like on some level he does understand why scorpus had to but it's his pride that's wounde#so to continue from what i WAS saying with:#sets the bar so low because how else would tenax love him (as if tenax would not do the same thing if he lost) and they have even MORE#questionable celebratory reward sex. yes i assigned scorpus a degradation/praise kink the world works in wondrous ways don't question it#scorpus/tenax#those about to die#tenax making sure to care for the kids is what's killing me too because i REALLY want to draw a parallel with scorpus making sure he takes#care of the prostitutes. yes he's a notorious hedonist yes he has a lot of sex but he always pays well doesn't he. over-well. he pays too#much and ends up in debt he pays enough to buy girls freedom. so that they only have to if they want to. it gets him a reputation sure AND#it gets whole houses of girls under his (and therefore tenax's) protection. you can't bruise her up; that's scorpus' favorite girl.#she can charge more for being favored. he can pay for massive parties where no one else is invited and if he falls asleep midway drunk#off his ass after a race the girls would never say. they still get paid. if tenax comes to watch and give instructions they'd never say.#if tenax tells them all to leave and it's just him and scorpus in the golden room and all the girls see before they shut the door#and latch it behind them is scorpus on his knees in the soft plush cushions with tenax offering him grapes one by one from his fingertips#like a favored concubine instead of the champion whose laurels are tilted on his head they won't say a word. not even when the noise#inside the room continues for long after the hour runs out the girls still stand watch until it's quiet and then crawl back in around where#scorpus is alone in the big wrecked bed with a smear of blood or wine on his mouth who could say. certainly they wouldn't.#no matter what they still get paid. whether they did the work to wreck him or not.#ANYWAY#they take care of the selves they couldn't protect is what i'm trying to say. for tenax it's the child he was/scorpus it's the body he sold#only he hasn't stopped having to sell it. & i guess as we're learning with the extortion tenax is still a child running from a burning hous
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both versions of Louis de pointe du lac being in business professions which both dehumanize and leech off their Labour while the worker is unable to fully consent (book Louis owning a plantation and show Louis being a pimp)âŚâŚ.LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC YOU WILL BURN!!!!!!!!!
#rambles#Iwtv#louis iwtv#interview with the vampire amc#interview with the vampire#interview with the vampire book#Iâm currently reading the book and yeah Iâm really glad the show runners still gave Louis a job in a similar vain to the slave shit even th#heâs a black man nowâŚ.like thatâs great and fleshes out his dymantic with Armand a man who was a child sex worker ALOT#also before anyone jumps me for saying the sex work here isnât consensual itâs the 1910s. He literally admits in episode one the women he#employs have no other financial options besides sex workâŚsure itâs not as bad as slavery but itâs rape itâs dehumanization itâs similar#I have a huge feeling this fandom wonât jump me for saying it is like that but just in case Iâm scared bro I used to be on twitter man#Idk if I make sense in this post but I like that they kept this in a way!!! I like that even black Louis particates in awful horrid systems#And itâs not like no he would never do that heâs black. He lived in a bigoted era and he got successful. Heâs going to do bigotry a bit guy#Interview with the vampire 1976
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sometimes i feel a little weird doing fandom-y things for rhps (because ive never been in a fandom this small before also because it just feels a little weird sometimes) and ill doubt myself and think "does everything NEED a fandom?? scoffs" even though. im hyperfixated super crazy style.
but then i remember that i have no mouth and i must scream has a fandom and i realize that life (fandoms) finds a way and if there is at least one person who likes something, there's probably going to be fanfic about it and some kind of ship WILL be involved
#tag: talkity talk#like yes obviously not everything NEEDS shipping. but everything will have it anyways thats just how life works#its like the SFW version of rule 34#if it exists and has more than two characters/people involved there will be shipping#so remembering that i feel less bad about my immense enjoyment of frank/brad#yes frank/brad/janet is great and all BUT. i dont think janet and brad should be in a relationship all things considered#partially because im in the âbrad is gayâ camp partially because i think brad's a dick (still love him though)#also janet deserves to kiss girls.#i'll never feel bad for being a columbia/magenta lover though you could never shame me for that#janet/columbia/magenta is based and you cant convince me otherwise#i dont SHIP frank/brad/rocky but i think its funny#personally i think any poly ship with frank is funny because its just like. non ethical nonmonogamy.#like congratulations thats the worst anyones ever done it#thats my feelings on frank/brad/janet. because literally theyre such disasters#and on the frank/brad/rocky thing. im firmly of the opinion that rocky and brad shouldve fucked. but thats because i like gay sex#i also think janet shouldve had yuri with columbia and magenta#just generally i think we shouldve gotten more gay sex#im always an advocate for gay sex#come to think of it. while i was writing this i came up with an excellent crack ship#okay here me out on this one. rocky/eddie#i just think its funny honestly#thats the sole reason. i like it because i like thinking about how much it would piss off frank#and i am a certified eddie liker and i think he deserved better#man this is a long tag rant#as always feel free to disagree with me. i do not mind at all
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why does second hand embarrassment have to be so much worse to feel than regular embarrassment??????
#like!!!!! why did i have to walk in on this!!!!#LONG STORY SHORT i'm working a late shift tonight!!#it's just me my coworker and our other coworker working (that coworker 1 has a massive crush on)#apparently!! coworker 1 doesn't know we're both still here! yet even still!#why the FUCK would you be watching something like this in the MIDDLE the literal MIDDLE of the kitchen???? empty or not??#ffs it wasn't even quiet.... full on sex noises and everything... but like brutal noises. brutal... noises.#i walked in first. bc ofc i do and that's just my damn luck#but then coworker 2 comes in through the other door!!!!!! it's that spiderman meme that we're all just looking and pointing!!!!#i'm a prude irl and i'm easily embarrassed but if this happened directly to me that someone walked in on me with this?#(it never would happen bc i'm not insane lmfao)#i still wouldn't be as embarrassed as i was to be the third party witness to coworker 1's emotional downfall.#he's not gonna recover from this. she looked scarred for life; i'm sure i did too#and now i'm home still recovering....#prayers for coworker 1; he's never gonna recover and i'm never gonna let him live it down#told him to drop me the link; he told me to fuck off#which is fair.#⌠nc vb.
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At the crossroads between wondering if it's worth it to basically completely rewrite all my WIPs or just take a break from writing for the rest of the summer
#i noticed every summer i get progressively worse lol#like not in terms of writing but in terms of everything else goin on in my head#i mean if anyone is craving some dark and depressing shit i've got bits and pieces here#it's like i'm writing for an audience even in my own mind. can't finish anything because it's __ __ __ etc and my niche is too niche.#did my last fic really burn me out that much?? i mean it was basically 30 thousand words and there was a LOT packed into it#maybe i should finally respond to comments and i'll feel better.#something's been going on with me for the past couple months (maybe longer) and i'm just annoyed ALL the time#feel like i want to give up everything and stop talking to everyone. ((it could be my out of whack hormones mind))#so if i haven't been as active and haven't drawn or written much that's why. i'm pulling away and curling in like an atrophied limb.#my brain is just permanently in school mode. i can feel it gearing up for the oncoming year that's going to be super intense.#like would it even matter if i post any more work before september? idk why i can never seem to chill or take a break for even a minute.#i still have drawing projects i want to finish at least! taking me literally all summer because of surprise health problems.#partner was consoling me about how i feel for writing '''weird''' stuff with almost no focus on romance#saying that SOMEbody has to write what i write so that should keep me going. i just tell myself that it could be worse -#- i could be primarily a femslash writer. they are the real heroes and they get no respect.#idk why i'm getting so angsty#i think i might be romance/sex repulsed atm. not in real life at all but in fandom. i'm bored of it. and i'm bored of conversations about i#i'm sure i'll change my mind in what two weeks or so.#maybe i'll try to write something original#i have things in my ask box i should respond to. like asks about my writing. i just haven't been feeling well#so i haven't had the right brain to respond :( but i see the asks and i'm grateful <3#anyway peace and love
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When I was working at the sex shop I was pulling poverty wages. I loved my job but I was on food stamps and still barely getting by. When they hired the stores first male employee and he started at my pay rate after Iâd been there for three years I quit.
I was initially really nervous when I saw the post for the mattress job. It listed a pay scale that I couldnât even conceptualize and I appeared qualified. When I got an interview I was over the moon but also petrified. Reactions to my line of work often varied but most people were very embarrassed or skeptical. I worried about how Iâd address it in the actual interview.
I lived far to the north of their headquarters and drove almost two hours to get there. When I finally arrived it was in the nicest thrift store clothes I could find, but I shrank inside to see a room full of older white men in nice suits waiting to be interviewed for the same job.
Why did I bother? I was decades younger than anyone else in the room, shabbily dressed, and I suspected I was the only afab person in the entire building. I stewed in my insecurities until I was called in.
The second I met my interviewer I was instantly put at ease. The man had the energy of a therapy dog, he was abound with positive, good natured energy. He was also incredibly beautiful. I grinned back at his welcoming smile as we said our pleasantries. But still. This very beautiful polished man seemed very innocent. How would the sex shop question go?
âI see here you worked at STORE?â
âYes,â I said hesitantly.
âAnd that was sales? Or you just rang people up.â
âNo, it was sales. Iâd help people find products, we were encouraged to upsell, there was sales spiffs, and most importantly we educated customers on products to help them find what they liked best.â
He grinned approvingly and asked, âCan you give me an example of a time you successfully upsold a customer?â
I paused, wringing my hands before I asked, âHow vague would you like me to beâŚ?â
âNot at all!â He assured me. âGo for it!â
âWell. A man came in looking for something to make his fingers vibrate so when he was touching his wife it would enhance that sensation. We had cheap $10 cockrings that I showed him first. But we had a rechargeable waterproof one made of nicer material, and after I showed him a demo he bought that one.â
âHow much was that one?â
â$110â
âWow! You had an upsell of 100% from what he came in looking for! Thatâs incredible!â
He was so truly genuinely stoked and not at all embarrassed that for the first time I saw a tiny glimmer of a future where I didnât have ramen and peanut butter tiding me over between paychecks.
He asked me to wait then came back to tell me he liked me so much that he wanted to send me right into another interview, if that was okay. He didnât want me to have to drive back later, it was terribly considerate and exciting. I beamed and told him it would be lovely.
I then had the second worst interview Iâve ever had. The worst goes to the time I applied to be a store manager for a pet food place years later. The district and store manager interviewing me passed notes and texted while I was speaking. When the district manager called to inform me I didnât get the job I told him Iâd never have accepted anyway because Iâd never had such a disrespectful interview.
The new man sitting behind the desk radiated an aura of a brick wall. As someone with anxiety Iâm highly keyed into the emotional states of people Iâm talking to. To receive no feedback at all was my personal hell. After a perfunctory greeting he asked me with no inflection to sell him a pen.
I gathered the shreds of my courage and attempted the Herculean task heâd set me. Through my whole improvised spiel he resisted all attempts at engaging him, regarding me with a cold apathy as I touted the benefits of my fictitious pen.
Halfway through I broke into a cold sweat. My smile didnât waver but it grew strained as I projected friendliness and warmth into the black hole of his heart. My thoughts scattered and my sales pitch grew redundant in the face of his nothingness. I finally concluded with a hard close and he simply nodded.
He glanced at my resume and commented, âYou didnât ask me to touch or hold it. Though I suppose I can understand from your previous line of work why you wouldnât.â I shriveled and died inside knowing that I encouraged people to touch dildos all day long and had been too frazzled to offer him the pen.
He bid me a cool farewell. I made it to my car before I started sobbing. I had never been so rattled. I couldnât understand what Iâd done to make him so unfriendly or if my threadbare clothes were what had made him treat me like dirt. I drove an hour and a half to get home, weeping intermittently.
I was therefore taken by complete surprise to receive a call the next day inviting me on board for their five week training program. The first man whoâd interviewed me gushed on the phone about how the second guy had loved me and that I was going to be fantastic.
I was in shock. When I showed up to training the second interviewer was charming my new classmates, beaming and laughing. He was an utterly different person. To my dismay I learned he was the trainer for my district and would be my point of contact if I made it through training.
He joked with me later that his interview facade was just a tactic to see how people held up under pressure and I filed him into a category of my deepest enmity. I never forgave him for how small he made me feel that day, but I never showed him the depths of my fury.
I aced every test and went on to be valedictorian of the eight people who had survived the rigorous training process to earn a sales position. When I got my first paycheck I bought myself new clothes, the first non-thrifted things Iâd owned in years.
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#I think Iâm lonely in a way I canât fully describe#I have a partner and friends and family but still often feel alone even when Iâm with them#I donât feel close to anyone at times and I donât know if itâs outside circumstances or just me#like with my partner being asexual we donât really do certain activities that Iâd like to partake in more often and I canât hold it against#them for how they do/donât feel but at the same time Iâm craving a physical connection I canât have and am struggling#doesnât help that I think about sex all the time nowadays and would really like to be having it and experiencing/exploring certain things#itâs not always easy to take care of oneself that way and still also try to console the ace partner apologizing for who they are#and yeah hall passes are great but only if you have someone to use it on and Iâve never had anyone want to be with me sexually#moving on to bestie I donât feel my same love and affection being reciprocated and that sucks because I really do anything I can for him#and am like that with pretty much all of mt friends where if they need me for something Iâll be there#but a lot of the time it seems like he really only wants to talk/hang out with me if heâs at work and I can come visit with him#any time I invite him to do something with me outside of work he flakes and so itâs not even worth inviting him anymore#and yeah thereâs rare times where heâll call me a bunch in one day but itâs always just to tell me some gossip from work#not that gossip isnât fun but still donât you want to jus talk to me? I always want to just talk to you even if itâs about nothing at all#Iâm always the one putting myself out there for him and being there for him when he calls me but I almost never get that same response back#and itâs like I know he has a family so I know he canât always drop everything for me nor would I ever expect that but just some matching of#my energy would be nice you know? but then I feel guilty/selfish because I feel like I shouldnât ask that of him when he does have a life#away from work. and I mean I guess I do too but itâs different because partner and I donât have kids and donât do much aside from sit around#together or have tea or other things most often done at home. and I donât live with partner full time yet so I also still have other freedom#outside of just being with them. and other responsibilities I take care of but not on the same level as a wife and kids I guess#idk now I just feel like Iâm whining but tbh all this stuff is weighing on me and just making me feel really shitty#I donât know how to fix these issues without sounding like a selfish bitch and Iâm obviously not going to cut anyone off but I donât really#see any other solutions forming either. so itâs like I guess Iâll just keep my mouth shut and keep feeling bad until the end of time since#thatâs the easiest thing to do and then no one else is hurt or upset aside from me#I just feel like Iâm destined to float through life never getting back what I need from my relationships but still giving everything because#I donât know any other way to be. I donât know how to set boundaries even for myself so Iâll just keep giving and giving until Iâm dead#and yeah I guess I am still a lot happier than I used to be and I appreciate the people in my life#just sometimes feels like they donât really appreciate me back is all#so now I have to lay here next to partner and have all this shit running in my mind and try to get over it on my own#reasonably I should just go to bed but the loneliness is gnawing at me and idk what to do to make it go away
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Twenty years ago, February 15th, 2004, I got married for the first time.
It was twenty years earlier than I ever expected to.
To celebrate/comemorate the date, I'm sitting down to write out everything I remember as I remember it. No checking all the pictures I took or all the times I've written about this before. I'm not going to turn to my husband (of twenty years, how the f'ing hell) to remember a detail for me.
This is not a 100% accurate recounting of that first wild weekend in San Francisco. But it -is- a 100% accurate recounting of how I remember it today, twenty years after the fact.
Join me below, if you would.
2004 was an election year, and much like conservatives are whipping up anti-trans hysteria and anti-trans bills and propositions to drive out the vote today, in 2004 it was all anti-gay stuff. Specifically, preventing the evil scourge of same-sex marriage from destroying everything good and decent in the world.
Enter Gavin Newstrom. At the time, he was the newly elected mayor of San Francisco. Despite living next door to the city all my life, I hadnât even heard of the man until Valentines Day 2004 when he announced that gay marriage was legal in San Francisco and started marrying people at city hall.
It was a political stunt. It was very obviously a political stunt. That shit was illegal, after all. But it was a very sweet political stunt. I still remember the front page photo of two ancient women hugging each other forehead to forehead and crying happy tears.
But it was only going to last for as long as it took for the California legal system to come in and make them knock it off.
The next day, weâre on the phone with an acquaintance, and she casually mentions that sheâs surprised the two of us arenât up at San Francisco getting married with everyone else.
âEveryone else?â Goes I, âI thought they wouldâve shut that down already?â
âOh no!â goes she, âThe courts arenât open until Tuesday. Presidents Day on Monday and all. Theyâre doing them all weekend long!â
We didnât know because social media wasnât a thing yet. I only knew as much about it as Iâd read on CNN, and most of the blogs I was following were more focused on what bullshit President George W Bush was up to that day.
"Well shit", me and my man go, "do you wanna?" I mean, itâs a political stunt, it wont really mean anything, but weâre not going to get another chance like this for at least 20 years. Why not?
The next day, Sunday, we get up early. We drive north to the southern-most BART station. We load onto Bay Area Rapid Transit, and rattle back and forth all the way to the San Francisco City Hall stop.
We had slightly miscalculated.
Apparently, demand for marriages was far outstripping the staff they had on hand to process them. Who knew. Everyone whoâd gotten turned away Saturday had been given tickets with times to show up Sunday to get their marriages done. My babe and I, we could either wait to see if there was a space that opened up, or come back the next day, Monday.
âIsnât City Hall closed on Monday?â I asked. âItâs a holidayâ
âOh sure,â they reply, âbut people are allowed to volunteer their time to come in and work on stuff anyways. And we have a lot of people who want to volunteer their time to have the marriage licensing offices open tomorrow.â
âOh cool,â we go, âBackup.â
âMake sure youâre here if you do,â they say, âbecause the California Supreme Court is back in session Tuesday, and will be reviewing the motion that got filed to shut us down.â
And all this shit is super not-legal, so theyâll totally be shutting us down goes unsaid.
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We donât get in Saturday. We wind up hanging out most of the day, though.
Itâs⌠incredible. I can say, without hyperbole, that I have never experienced so much concentrated joy and happiness and celebration of othersâ joy and happiness in all my life before or since. My face literally ached from grinning. Every other minute, a new couple was coming out of City Hall, waving their paperwork to the crowd and cheering and leaping and skipping. Two glorious Latina women in full Mariachi band outfits came out, one in the arms of another. A pair of Jewish boys with their families and Rabbi. One couple managed to get a Just Married convertible arranged complete with tin-cans tied to the bumper to drive off in. More than once I was giving some rice to throw at whoever was coming out next.
At some point in the mid-afternoon, there was a sudden wave of extra cheering from the several hundred of us gathered at the steps, even though no one was coming out. There was a group going up the steps to head inside, with some generic black-haired shiny guy at the front. My not-yet-husband nudged me, âThatâs Newsom.â He said, because he knew I was hopeless about matching names and people.
Ooooooh, I go. That explains it. Then I joined in the cheers. He waved and ducked inside.
So dusk is starting to fall. Itâs February, so itâs only six or so, but itâs getting dark.
âShould we just try getting in line for tomorrow -now-?â we ask.
âYeah, Iâm afraid thatâs not going to be possible.â One of the volunteers tells us. âWeâre not allowed to have people hang out overnight like this unless there are facilities for them and security. Weâd need Porta-Poties for a thousand people and police patrols and the whole lot, and no one had time to get all that organized. Your best bet is to get home, sleep, and then catch the first BART train up at 5am and keep your fingers crossed.
Monday is the last day to do this, after all.
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So we go home. We crash out early. We wake up at 4:00. We drive an hour to hit the BART station. We get the first train up. We arrive at City Hall at 6:30AM.
The line stretches around the entirety of San Francisco City Hall. You could toss a can of Coke from the end of the line to the people whoâre up to be first through the doors and not have to worry about cracking it open after.
âUh.â We go. âWhat the fuck is -this-?â
So.
Remember why they werenât going to be able to have people hang out overnight?
Turns out, enough SF cops were willing to volunteer unpaid time to do patrols to cover security. And some anonymous person delivered over a dozen Porta-Poties thatâd gotten dropped off around 8 the night before.
Itâs 6:30 am, there are almost a thousand people in front of us in line to get this literal once in a lifetime marriage, the last chance we expect to have for at least 15 more years (it was 2004, gay rights were getting shoved back on every front. It was not looking good. We were just happy we lived in California were we at least werenât likely to loose job protections any time soon.).
Then it starts to rain.
We had not dressed for rain.
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Here is how the next six hours go.
Weâre in line. Once the doors open at 7am, it will creep forward at a slow crawl. Itâs around 7 when someone shows up with garbage bags for everyone. Cut holes for the head and arms and youâve got a makeshift raincoat! So youâve got hundreds of gays and lesbians decked out in the nicest shit they could get on short notice wearing trashbags over it.
Everyone is so happy.
Everyone is so nervous/scared/frantic that we wont be able to get through the doors before they close for the day.
People online start making delivery orders.
Coffee and bagels are ordered in bulk and delivered to City Hall for whoever needs it. We get pizza. We get roses. Random people come by who just want to give hugs to people in line because theyâre just so happy for us. The tour busses make detours to go past the lines. Chinese tourists lean out with their cameras and shout GOOD LUCK while car horns honk.
A single sad man holding a Bible tries to talk people out of doing this, tells us all weâre sinning and to please donât. He gives up after an hour. A nun replaces him with a small sign about how this is against Godâs will. She leaves after it disintegrates in the rain.
The day before, when it was sunny, there had been a lot of protestors. Including a large Muslim group with their signs about how âNot even DOGS do such things!â Which⌠Yes they do.
A lot of snide words are said (by me) about how the fact that weâre willing to come out in the rain to do this while theyâre not willing to come out in the rain to protest it proves who actually gives an actual shit about the topic.
Time passes. I measure it based on which side of City Hall weâre on. The doors face East. We start on Northside. Coffee and trashbags are delivered when weâre on the North Side. Pizza first starts showing up when weâre on Westside, which is also where I see Bible Man and Nun. Roses are delivered on Southside. And so forth.
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We have Line Neighbors.
Ahead of us are a gay couple a decade or two older than us. Theyâve been together for eight years. The older one is a school teacher. He has his coat collar up and turns away from any news cameras that come near while we reposition ourselves between the lenses and him. Heâs worried about the parents of one of his students seeing him on the news and getting him fired. The younger one will step away to get interviewed on his own later on. They drove down for the weekend once they heard what was going on. Theyâd started around the same time we did, coming from the Northeast, and are parked in a nearby garage.
The most perky energetic joyful woman Iâve ever met shows up right after we turned the corner to Southside to tackle the younger of the two into a hug. Sheâs their local friend whoâd just gotten their message about what theyâre doing and she will NOT be missing this. She is -so- happy for them. Her friends cry on her shoulders at her unconditional joy.
Behind us are a lesbian couple whoâd been up in San Francisco to celebrate their 12th anniversary together. âWe met here Valentines Day weekend! We live down in San Diego, now, but we like to come up for the weekend because itâs our first love city.â
âThen they announced -this-,â the other one says, âand we canât leave until we get married. I called work Sunday and told them I calling in sick until Wednesday.â
âI told them why,â her partner says, âI donât care if they want to give me trouble for it. This is worth it. Fuck them.â
My husband-to-be and I look at each other. Weâve been together for not even two years at this point. Less than two years. Is it right for us to be here? Weâre potentially taking a spot from another couple thatâd been together longer, who needed it more, who deserved it more.â
âDonât you fucking dare.â Says the 40-something gay couple in front of us.
âThis is as much for you as it is for us!â says the lesbian couple whoâve been together for over a decade behind us.
âYou kids are too cute together,â says the gay coupleâs friend. âyou -have- to. Someday -youâre- going to be the old gay couple thatâs been together for years and years, and you deserve to have been married by then.â
We stay in line.
Itâs while weâre on the Southside of City Hall, just about to turn the corner to Eastside at long last that we pick up our own companions. A white woman who reminds me an awful lot of my aunt with a four year old black boy riding on her shoulders. âCan we say weâre with you? His uncles are already inside and theyâre not letting anyone in who isnât with a couple right there.â âOf course!â we say.
The kid is so very confused about what all the big deal is, but thereâs free pizza and the busses keep driving by and honking, so heâs having a great time.
We pass by a statue of Lincoln with âMarriage for All!â and "Gay Rights are Human Rights!" flags tucked in the crooks of his arms and hanging off his hat.
Itâs about noon, noon-thirty when we finally make it through the doors and out of the rain.
Theyâve promised that anyone whoâs inside when the doors shut will get married. We made it. Weâre safe.
We still have a -long- way to go.
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Theyâre trying to fit as many people into City Hall as possible. Partially to get people out of the rain, mostly to get as many people indoors as possible. The line now stretches down into the basement and up side stairs and through hallways Iâm not entirely sure the public should ever be given access to. We crawl along slowly but surely.
Itâs after weâve gone through the low-ceiling basement hallways past offices and storage and back up another set of staircases and are going through a back hallway of low-ranked functionary offices that someone comes along handing out the paperwork. âItâs an hour or so until you hit the office, but take the time to fill these out so you donât have to do it there!â
We spend our time filling out the paperwork against walls, against backs, on stone floors, on books.
We enter one of the public areas, filled with displays and photos of City Hall Demonstrations of years past.
I take pictures of the big black and white photo of the Abraham Lincoln statue holding banners and signs against segregation and for civil rights.
The four year old boy we helped get inside runs past us around this time, chased by a blond haired girl about his own age, both perused by an exhausted looking teenager helplessly begging them to stop running.
Everyone is wet and exhausted and vibrating with anticipation and the building-wide aura of happiness that infuses everything.
The line goes into the marriage office. A dozen people are at the desk, shoulder to shoulder, far more than it was built to have working it at once.
A Sister of Perpetual Indulgence is directing people to city officials the moment they open up. Sheâs done up in her nun getup with all her makeup on and her beard is fluffed and be-glittered and on point. âOh, I was here yesterday getting married myself, but today Iâm acting as your guide. Number 4 sweeties, and -Congradulatiooooons!-â
The guy behind the counter has been there since six. Itâs now 1:30. Heâs still giddy with joy. He counts our money. He takes our paperwork, reviews it, stamps it, sends off the parts he needs to, and hands the rest back to us. âAlright, go to the Rotunda, theyâll direct you to someone whoâll do the ceremony. Then, if you want the certificate, theyâll direct you to -that- line.â âCanât you just mail it to us?â âNormally, yeah, but the moment the courts shut us down, weâre not going to be allowed to.â
We take our paperwork and join the line to the Rotunda.
If youâve seen James Bond: A View to a Kill, youâve seen the San Francisco City Hall Rotunda. There are literally a dozen spots set up along the balconies that overlook the open area where marriage officials and witnesses are gathered and are just processing people through as fast as they can.
Thatâs for the people who didnât bring their own wedding officials.
Thereâs a Catholic-adjacent couple there who seem to have brought their entire families -and- the priest on the main steps. Theyâre doing the whole damn thing. Thereâs at least one more Rabbi at work, I canât remember what else. Just that there was a -lot-.
We get directed to the second story, northside. The San Francisco City Treasurer is one of our two witnesses. Our marriage officient is some other elected official I cannot remember for the life of me (and I'm only writing down what I can actively remember, so I can't turn to my husband next to me and ask, but he'll have remembered because that's what he does.)
I have a wilting lily flower tucked into my shirt pocket. My pants have water stains up to the knees. My hair is still wet from the rain, I am blubbering, and I canât get the ring on my husbandâs finger. The picture is a treat, I tell you.
There really isnât a word for the mix of emotions I had at that time. Complete disbelief that this was reality and was happening. Relief that weâd made it. Awe at how many dozens of people had personally cheered for us along the way and the hundreds to thousands whoâd cheered for us generally.
Then we're married.
Then we get in line to get our license.
Itâs another hour. This time, the line goes through the higher stories. Then snakes around and goes past the doorway to the mayorâs office.
Mayor Newsom is not in today. And will be having trouble getting into his office on Tuesday because of the absolute barricade of letters and flowers and folded up notes and stuffed animals and City Hall maps with black marked âTHANK YOU!âs that have been piled up against it.
We make it to the marriage records office.
I take a picture of my now husband standing in front of a case of the marriage records for 1902-1912. Numerous kids are curled up in corners sleeping. My own memory is spotty. I just know we got the papers, and then weâre done with lines. We get out, we head to the front entrance, and we walk out onto the City Hall steps.
It's almost 3PM.
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There are cheers, thereâs rice thrown at us, there are hundreds of people celebrating us with unconditional love and joy and I had never before felt the goodness that exists in humanity to such an extent. Itâs no longer raining, just a light sprinkle, but there are still no protestors. Thereâs barely even any news vans.
We make our way through the gauntlet, we get hands shaked, people with signs reading âCongratulations!â jump up and down for us. We hit the sidewalks, and we begin to limp our way back to the BART station.
Iâm at the BART station, weâre waiting for our train back south, and Iâm sitting on the ground leaning against a pillar and in danger of falling asleep when a nondescript young man stops in front of me and shuffles his feet nervously. âHey. I just- I saw you guys, down at City Hall, and I just⌠Iâm so happy for you. Iâm so proud of what you could do. Iâm- Iâm just really glad, glad you could get to do this.â
He shakes my hand, clasps it with both of his and shakes it. I thank him and he smiles and then hurries away as fast as he can without running.
Our train arrives and the trip south passes in a semilucid blur.
We get back to our car and climb in.
Itâs 4:30 and we are starving.
Thereâs a Carls Jr near the station that we stop off at and have our first official meal as a married couple. We sit by the window and watch people walking past and pick out others who are returning from San Francisco. We're all easy to pick out, what with the combination of giddiness and water damage.
We get home about 6-7. We take the dog out for a good long walk after being left alone for two days in a row. We shower. We bundle ourselves up. We bury ourselves in blankets and curl up and just sort of sit adrift in the surrealness of what weâd just done.
We wake up the next day, Tuesday, to read that the California State Supreme Court has rejected the petition to shut down the San Francisco weddings because the paperwork had a misplaced comma that made the meaning of one phrase unclear.
The State Supreme Court would proceed to play similar bureaucratic tricks to drag the process out for nearly a full month before they have nothing left and finally shut down Mayor Newsomâs marriages.
My parents had been out of state at the time at a convention. They were flying into SFO about the same moment we were walking out of City Hall. I apologized to them later for not waiting and my mom all but shook me by the shoulders. âNo! No one knew that theyâd go on for so long! You did what you needed to do! Iâll just be there for the next one!â
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It was just a piece of paper. Legally, it didnât even hold any weight thirty days later. My philosophy at the time was âmarriage really isnât that important, aside from the legal benefits. Itâs just confirming what you already have.â
But maybe itâs just societal weight, or ingrained culture, or something, but it was different after. The way I described it at the time, and Iâve never really come up with a better metaphor is, âItâs like we were both holding onto each other in the middle of the ocean in the middle of a storm. We were keeping each other above water, we were each otherâs support. But then we got this piece of paper. And it was like the ground rose up to meet our feet. We were still in an ocean, still in the middle of a storm, but there was a solid foundation beneath our feet. We still supported each other, but there was this other thing that was also keeping our heads above the water.
It was different. It was better. It made things more solid and real.
I am forever grateful for all the forces and all the people who came together to make it possible. Itâs been twenty years and weâre still together and still married.
We did a domestic partnership a year later to get the legal paperwork. Weâd done a private ceremony with proper rings (not just ones grabbed out of the husbandâs collection hours before) before then. And in 2008, we did a legal marriage again.
Rushed. In a hurry. Because there was Proposition 13 to be voted on which would make them all illegal again if it passed.
It did, but we were already married at that point, and they couldnât negate it that time.
Another few years after that, the Supreme Court finally threw up their hands and said "Fine! It's been legal in places and nothing's caught on fire or been devoured by locusts. It's legal everywhere. Shut up about it!"
And that was that.
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When I was in highschool, in the late 90s, I didnât expect to see legal gay marriage until I was in my 50s. I just couldnât see how the American public as it was would ever be okay with it.
I never expected to be getting married within five years. I never expected it to be legal nationwide before Iâd barely started by 30s. I never thought Iâd be in my 40s and itâd be such a non-issue that the conservative rabble rousers wouldâve had to move onto other wedge issues altogether.
I never thought that I could introduce another man as my husband and absolutely no one involved would so much as blink.
I never thought Iâd live in this world.
And itâs twenty years later today. I wonder how our line buddies are doing. Those babies who were running around the wide open rooms playing tag will have graduated college by now. The kids whose parents the one line-buddy was worried would see him are probably married too now. Some of them to others of the same gender.
I donât have some greater message to make with all this. Other then, culture can shift suddenly in ways you canât predict. For good or ill. Mainly this is just me remembering the craziest fucking 36 hours of my life twenty years after the fact and sharing them with all of you.
The future weâre resigned to doesnât have to be the one we live in. Society can shift faster than you think. The unimaginable of twenty years ago is the baseline reality of today.
And always remember that the people who want to get married will show up by the thousands in rain that none of those whoâre against it will brave.
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