#the triangle and circle brothers!!!

[intomybubble]

Anyway! A3! continues to make cute cards and lineups I could only dream could happen

Edit: the song!

[crazyhappycat]

Ok, but, say Captain Park was too late to Save Junho and he had died in the water…

Pink soldier: Dont you think you’re overeacting?

Captain Park: *digging his own grave* I think you’re underreacting

[extinctlesspains]

Can I request like a Jun-ho x reader fic? If like in season one where everyone was let go the reader tries reporting the games to the police like Gi-hun and decides not to go back to the games.

𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒 [𝐻. 𝐽𝑢𝑛-𝐻𝑜]

.・。.・゜✭・

.・。.・゜✭・

ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ:ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɢʀᴀᴘᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴏ, ᴀ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪɴɢ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇs. ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴏ ɪs ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

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The neon lights of Seoul blurred together in the rain, streaking down the bus window as you leaned your forehead against the cold glass. Your stomach churned as memories of the games clawed at your mind—the screams, the blood, the deafening sound of the gunshots. You gripped the strap of your bag tighter.

You had tried to forget. You had tried to convince yourself it was a nightmare, but the numbers tattooed in your mind—263, 157,403 —were proof it was all real. Now, with the bus rattling beneath you, you were heading to the only place you thought might bring justice: the police station.

As you stepped into the brightly lit station, your damp clothes clung to you, but you didn’t care. Approaching the counter, you cleared your throat, your voice trembling. “I need to report a crime.”

The officer at the desk didn’t look up. “Fill out a form and wait your turn.”

“No, you don’t understand,” you insisted, your voice rising slightly. “This is serious. People are dying. They’re being killed in some kind of… twisted game!”

That caught his attention, but the skeptical look on his face made your heart sink.

“Listen, we get all kinds of stories here—”

“It’s not a story!” you snapped, desperation creeping into your tone. “I was there! I saw it. Hundreds of people died, and there’s a man—he’s organizing it. I don’t know his name, but he—”

“That’s enough,” a firm voice interrupted.

You turned to see a young detective stepping out from the back room, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. His presence was commanding, yet there was something about him that felt steady, grounded.

“Detective Hwang Jun-ho,” he introduced himself, extending a hand. “Let’s talk in private.”

You hesitated before nodding, following him to a small, cramped office. He gestured for you to sit, then leaned against the desk, arms crossed.

“All right,” he said. “Tell me everything.”

You recounted the games in halting detail—the masked figures, the deadly competitions, the promises of wealth that lured everyone in. Jun-ho listened intently, his expression unreadable but his questions sharp.

“Why didn’t you go to the police immediately?” he asked.

“I…” You faltered. “I was scared. They let us go, but they’re watching us. I know it. If they find out I came here—”

“You did the right thing,” he said, his tone softer now. “But you’re not the only one to come forward with a story like this.”

Your eyes widened. “You’ve heard about this before?”

“Not exactly,” Jun-ho admitted. “But my brother disappeared months ago. All I have is a card with a strange symbol—circle, triangle, square. It sounds like what you described."

Jun-ho’s jaw clenched, and he turned away for a moment, breathing deeply. When he faced you again, his resolve was clear.

“We need to expose this,” he said. “But I can’t do it alone. I need your help.”

The weight of his words pressed down on you. You wanted to run, to forget, but something in his eyes—an unyielding determination, a flicker of vulnerability—kept you rooted.

“I’ll help,” you said quietly.

In the days that followed, you and Jun-ho worked in secret, piecing together the fragments of the puzzle. He was methodical, relentless, but he had a way of putting you at ease when your nerves frayed.

One evening, as you sat in his dimly lit apartment poring over documents, he glanced at you. “Why did you go back to the station after being dismissed the first time?”

You hesitated. “Because if I didn’t do something, all those people… they would’ve died for nothing.”

Jun-ho nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re braver than you think.”

You looked away, heat rising to your cheeks. “I don’t feel brave.”

“Courage isn’t about not being afraid,” he said. “It’s about acting despite the fear.”

His words lingered in the air, unspoken emotions swirling between you.

The night the masked men came for you for going to the police, Jun-ho was ready. They underestimated him, just as they underestimated your resolve. Together, you fought back, and though bruised and battered, you managed to escape.

As you leaned against the wall of a deserted alley, catching your breath, Jun-ho reached for your hand.

“You’re safe now,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos.

You met his gaze, tears welling in your eyes. “What about you? They know who you are now.”

“They’ve known for a while,” he admitted. “But I’ll keep fighting. For my brother. For everyone they’ve hurt. And for you.”

His words broke something inside you, the dam of emotions you’d been holding back. Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, clinging to him like a lifeline.

Jun-ho hesitated for only a moment before wrapping his arms around you, his hold firm yet gentle.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmured.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

can you do rafe is your brother’s best friend?

a phone works two ways, you know

brothers best friend!rafe cameron x thornton!fem!reader

cw — fluff, angst, kinda sad if you squint but also kinda happy ending, alcohol

summary — rafe does his best to hide his feelings for his best friends younger sister until he cracks one day.

authors note — thank you so much for the request!! i’ll probably be posting a little celebration for 1.5k today where i’ll be writing as much as i can for as many requests as possible so please stay tuned for that :)

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“topper, did you take my speaker again?” you asked your older brother, voice soft but teetering on the verge of annoyance. he always did this. he snuck into your room when you were out and stole it, drained the battery, then forgets to give it back as if he can’t just buy his own. “i’m going out to the pool and i need it.”

the three boys turned their heads over their shoulders, kelce murmuring something under his breath, rafe just staring at you, and topper fake gagging from his spot between them. you were wearing a baby pink triangle bikini with a towel in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “jeez, can you at least put some clothes on? my friends are here.”

you rolled your eyes at him and huffed. “its a million degrees outside and i’m literally going in the pool,” you said as if it were obvious. “can you just get my speaker please?”

“its dead,” he said dismissively before turning back to the tv to watch the football game with kelce. rafes gaze lingered for a couple extra seconds until he followed their actions.

a groan left your lips as you turned on your heel and headed for the back door. “you’re the worst,” you mumbled before shutting it behind you. thankfully your tanning chair was already set out from the day before, so you carefully laid your towel down and your water bottle underneath it then sat on the ledge with your feet splashing in the water.

you casually scrolled through your socials, checking up on what was going on as of late considering you hadn’t done much but sit in your room with sarah. after a few minutes of sitting alone, the door opened. the sound didn’t catch your attention and neither did the footsteps. you didn’t even notice anyone was outside with you until water splashed all over you.

a gasp left your lips and you watched the culprit return to surface in the water. you glared at rafe who was now smiling and rubbing his eyes. “dude. are you serious? i had my phone in my hand.”

he could only laugh. “you’re by the pool. why do you even need it?” he asked teasingly. it only made you more annoyed.

“i was doing stuff, asshole,” you muttered, pushing the wet strands of your hair behind your ears.

he quickly swam over to you and grabbed your phone from your hand then tossed it over to your chair. he parted your legs slightly and stood between them with his big hands resting on your upper thighs. “i think,” he began, his thumbs rubbing soft circles into your damp skin. “you should just pay attention to me instead.”

you chuckled under your breath and pushed at his shoulder gently. “you’re such a cornball,” you replied jokingly. “why are you even out here? shouldn’t you be watching the game with them?”

“kelce started bitchin’ about how it was too hot so topper got all pissy and suggested coming in here with you,” he explained, his blue piercing eyes staring up into yours. “i mean, c��mon. you know i’d never deny the opportunity to see you.”

you shook your head and looked away. “don’t do that, rafe,” you said firmly. you chewed your lip anxiously and pushed his hands off of you. small beads of sweat formed on your forehead from the heat and beaming sun, making you quickly get off the ledge and into the cool water.

he tilted his head slightly and turned to watch your movements as you created a small distance between the two of you. “do what?”

“that,” you stated. “don’t say things like that. the moment topper comes out here, you’ll act completely different and pretend none of this ever happened. you can’t just do that. its not fair and it makes me feel like crap.”

he moved forward so he was close enough to grab you with a frown on his lips, his hands gently holding your waist and bringing you to him so your front was pressed flush against his own. “you know i wouldn’t if i had the choice, sweetheart. we both know top would kill me if he ever found out.”

you pushed away from his again as he hands fell from your body and limp by his sides. “maybe you should’ve thought about that before you kissed me then.”

your first kiss. it was a week ago when he’d taken you out to get ice cream while your brother was out at a party that he had no interest in attending, especially if it meant he’d have you all to himself for a few hours. he’d driven you to some cute little ice cream parlor by the beach and kissed you under the stars like it was some movie and you two were the main characters. you thought things would be different after that. apparently you were really far off.

“c’mon baby, its not like that. you’re making it seem like that was a mistake,” he tried to reason. he didn’t like the fact that you were stepping further and further away from him. it made his heart clench uncomfortably. “i don’t regret that and i don’t want you to either. trust me, if it weren’t for topper, things would be different. we jus’ have to let him warm up to the idea.”

you scoffed under your breath and looked down at the sparkling water. “yeah? and how long is that gonna take? weeks? months? years even?” your voice was surprisingly calm and it was beginning to genuinely worry him. “you knew how special that was to me. and in all honesty, it does feel like a mistake, rafe. if you weren’t planning on having anything serious with me then you shouldn’t have even bothered. i’m not gonna let my brothers opinion dictate my entire life and you shouldn’t either.”

you could visibly see his posture drop slightly and his expression turn into and unreadable one. before he could try to convince you otherwise, the two boys emerged from the house all smiley and cheering loudly. “we found the good booze,” topper said excitedly.

they each took a bottle of beer, kelce handing one to rafe before giving you a glass cup full of a thick pink slush. “top made it for you since you’re too boujee for beer,” he joked while walking down the pool steps.

your brother joined the three of you in the water and took a quick sip of his drink. “i tried making that strawberry shit you liked in mexico,” he explained, waving his free hand around carelessly. “used vodka instead of rum though since you apparently don’t like that either.”

you laughed softly and thanked him as you listened in on the conversation kelce started up with rafe. except it was more of him just talking to anyone who cared to listen considering the others attention was elsewhere. the moment you glanced around the pool, your eyes met rafes. they hadn’t left you even for a second since you moved away from him.

— a few hours later

the house was now full of people. the scent of expensive cologne, alcohol, and a dull mix of sweat permeated the air and made your head spin slightly as you squeezed through the crowd and outside to the patio where more people were. lucky for you, the cooler full of what you needed was right beside the door.

you quickly reached down to grab a beer for sarah and a bottle of smirnoff pink lemonade. the moment you stood, a boy you recognized was standing at your side. “hey. you’re toppers sister, right?”

your brows furrowed as your eyes met his green ones. he was cute, you couldn’t lie but you were definitely caught off guard. “yeah,” you said wearily. “and you are?”

he chuckled softly and readjusted his stance to be a little more comfortable. “mike,” he stated. “we met once a little while ago at a party. i jus’ wanted to say you look really good tonight.”

a blush creeped across your cheeks and you smiled to yourself. “thank you,” you replied sheepishly. “you’re one of my brothers friends from school?”

he nodded and flashed a smile. “yeah, we met through our frat. we both happened to be rushing alone.”

you jokingly made a disgusted face and turned your head to look the other way. “whew. top always told me to stay away from frat boys. he says they’re dangerous.”

mike let out a hearty laugh. “not all of ‘em,” he said suggestively. “maybe come with me and find out?”

“i think shes gonna have to pass on that, dude. sorry,” you heard rafe chime in as he appeared next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “actually, i just ran into your other girl inside. think she was lookin’ for you..”

you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself away from him. he didn’t get to dismiss you at one point then want you at another. “you’re ridiculous, rafe,” you said before squeezing past mike and pushing through the crowd to get up the stairs and to your room.

when you got inside, sarah was laying on her back in your bed scrolling through her phone. “finally. thought you got lost and i was gonna have to come down there and rescue you,” she joked playfully.

you handed her the beer and placed your own on the counter. “you should’ve. at least i wouldn’t have had to endure whatever that was down there,” you mumbled. “i’ll be right back. i need to use the bathroom really quick then we can get back to watching.”

as you left your room and shut the door behind you, you caught a glimpse of rafe coming up the stairs. you laughed angrily and headed towards the open door down the hall. “wait,” you heard him call out. you attempted to close the door, only for him to catch it before it clasped shut. “can you just talk to me?”

“can you stop being such a douche?” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest. “what the hell was that out there? i was talking to someone. you don’t just get to pick and choose when you want to be with me. and you definitely have no right to just come in and get all protective over me.”

he sighed softly and stepped inside the bathroom with you, closing the door behind him. “with mike? really? he sleeps with everyone and jus’ moves on to another girl an hour later. trust me, you don’t want that.”

you could feel the rage bubbling deep in your stomach. he had some nerve. “what if i do? what makes you think you can tell me what i want and don’t want?”

“because i know you and i know you aren’t one to just sleep with someone random. what happened to that whole conversation about needing a connection with someone?” he questioned.

“were you also thinking about this when you kissed me?” you snapped back. “you do all these things to make me think you actually like me and then you just make me feel like an idiot the moment we’re in a crowd. you barely even talk to me when toppers around, rafe. i’m not gonna keep getting my feelings hurt over nothing.”

he shook his head and uncrossed you arms, taking your hands in his bigger ones. “i don’t wanna hurt your feelings, sweetheart. you know i wanna be with you. i just— i can’t do that to topper. he’s my best friend and—“

“then we can save the hassle and stop talking about this,” you interrupted. “you don’t get to get my hopes up anymore. i’m not doing it. its either you want to be with me or you don’t. if you really want to be with me, then you’d be willing to make sacrifices. do you really think i expect my brother to be completely okay with it? of course not. but i’m willing to work through that. if you’re not then theres no point in continuing this and you can leave.”

a frown spread across his lips and he looked down at his hands that were still holding yours, his thumb rubbing circles into the backside of your hand. “i wanna be with you, i really do. and i don’t wanna lose you over this,” he said softy. “can we just take things slow? i don’t care what topper thinks, i jus’ don’t want him to try to stop us from seeing each other.

you stared at him with a slight hesitation in your gaze. “how do i know you’re being serious? how do i know you’re not just gonna flake out on me again?”

he squeezed your hands a little tighter and took a step closer so there was only a couple inches between the two of you. “cause its always been you, sweetheart. you’re the only person i’ve ever felt this way about and i really, really don’t wanna lose you,” he explained. “i like you a lot. it scares the shit outta me but i’d rather do this with you than anyone else.”

you felt heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks. “please don’t make me regret this, rafe.”

he smiled before moving one hand to cradle your jaw and the other to your waist. he pulled you close and placed a soft kiss to your lips, tilting his head slightly to deepen it as it went on. your arms wrapped around his neck and you arched your body just enough to press against him.

a muffled whimper left your lips when he squeezed gently at your hip and slipped his tongue into your mouth. you could feel your heart pound in your chest. you’d never gone this far. fortunately he was taking it slow though and allowing you time to mimic his movements.

too caught up in the moment, you didn’t even hear the door open. “what the fuck?”

[insidekatmind]

Guard~ Hwang Jun-ho

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

You were taken to a mysterious place, where the games of your childhood came back to haunt you in a deadly way. The rules were simple: win or die. If you broke a rule, you weren't just eliminated. You were killed.

Shot to death for a simple childish game.

But the prize was tempting: 6 billion won. An amount that drove 456 desperate people, including you, to risk everything.

This place is called The Squid Games.

Around you, men with black masks that hide their faces. The masks have different symbols: the squares are the Managers, those who command; the triangles are the Soldiers, armed with guns always ready; and the circles are the simple workers, who never speak unless ordered to do so.

At first, you didn't know who they really were, but there was a man among them, watching you. Silent, attentive.

His name is Jun-ho.

---

Jun-ho was not like the others. Behind the Manager mask, he hid a secret: he was looking for his brother, In-ho, the winner of the 28th edition of the games, who disappeared without a trace. To find answers, Jun-ho had infiltrated the workers, assuming the identity of one of them.

And then he met you.

--

The second game was to cut out a perfect shape from a piece of caramelized sugar. If you broke the shape, you were eliminated on the spot.

Sitting on the ground, you clutched your small umbrella in your shaking hands. You knew it was the most difficult shape to cut out. The screams of those who failed filled the air, followed by the dry sound of gunshots.

You concentrate, breathing hard, sweat dripping down your forehead. Finally, with one last precise movement, the umbrella shape comes off without breaking.

You smile, relieved. You get up and approach a Manager to show off your work. He slowly turns to you. Under the square mask, Jun-ho’s eyes soften for a moment, almost imperceptibly.

“Done,” you say softly, a hint of pride in your voice.

He nods. “Good job.”

From that moment, something changes

---

After the brutal test of Tug of War, you are in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, cleaning a cut on your face. During the game, another participant accidentally scratched you with his nail as you struggled not to fall.

You are rubbing the wound with a piece of cloth, when the bathroom door slowly opens.

A man in a square mask enters, looking around before closing the door behind him. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“Rough game, hm?” he says softly, his voice recognizable despite the hushed tone.

you sigh as you dry yourself "no, do you think so?" you say sarcastically

"Hm, I have a feeling you'd be sarcastic," he says under his mask, leaning against the bathroom wall.

"it's the only thing I have left," you mutter tiredly. Under his mask, Junho's eyes softened as he listened to your words. Seeing you so clearly struggling and exhausted from the games was a hard sight to behold. He was silent for a moment before answering softly, "Don't say that."

You turn to look at him. "But it's the truth. In these games, you risk your life, it's easy to talk for you."

"I risk my life too, you know, doll." He retorts, and the nickname slips off his tongue before he can even register what he said. He paused for a second, before answering softly, "Believe me, it's not easy at all."

you look at him in disbelief, not believing him. "and let's hear what you're risking? you're a guard"

He laughs at your response and shakes his head slightly under his mask. He pushes himself away from the wall, taking a step towards you as he answers in a low voice,

"And if you think that being a guard is just fun and games, you're wrong. Do you have any idea what we've been ordered to do?"

you look at him carefully "kill people? well I notice that you do it with great pleasure" you blurt

He lets out a soft sigh under his mask, almost rolling his eyes at your words. He continues to walk towards you, until he's right in front of you, with his back to the wall. As he looks down at you, his voice drops: "You don't know how things really are. Do you think it's a choice? No, it's an order. We were told to do it. Not that you'd understand that, right?"

"He is only one, there are many more of you, the story of not having a choice doesn't hold up" you huff

He let out a soft sigh as you continued to argue with him. Then he leaned even closer, his body practically against yours as he looked down at you. The black mask on his face hid the slight frown on his lips. "Do you think the guards don't have to obey? Do you think we have the choice to stop or not follow orders? Do you think we have the choice to say no?" He asks firmly, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"I repeat, he is only one and there are many more of you" you move closer to him leaving no space. He lets out a small, bitter laugh under his mask as you enter his space.

He couldn't deny the fact that you were stubborn, and annoying. He stood there for a moment, still looking down at you as he held his body against yours. Then he answered in a low voice, "Are you always this stubborn?"

"I'm usually quiet but this place drives me crazy" you mutter looking at him. He lets out another soft sigh, shaking his head slightly under his mask.

After a moment, he lifts a hand to your head and gently moves a lock of hair from your face. He pauses, before saying in a more calm tone than before: "Yeah, I don't blame you. This place does the same to me too".

You lean into his touch feeling a sweet caress after a long time. He feels you leaning into his touch, that you're almost melting completely. His fingers continued to gently brush your hair, before moving to gently cup your face. He let out a silent sigh as his thumb carefully brushed your cheek.

You sigh softly and lean into him more. "It feels so good to be caressed after so long".

He can’t help but frown under his mask when he feels you lean into him. He slowly moves his other hand to grasp your waist, as he carefully guides you forward to rest against his chest.

He wraps his arms around you gently, holding your body against his, and his hands draw gentle circles on your back. His eyes wander once more to the cut on your face as he says softly, “Doll, why didn’t you clean yourself up properly? You even have a cut on your face.”

You sigh softly and hug him, “Who cares, I’ll have more,” you whisper tiredly. He feels you gently wrap your arms around him, causing his to tighten around you. He sighs softly under his mask when you mention the possibility of him having more injuries. “I don’t want you to get any more. Especially while you’re here in the arena.” He responds by gently holding the back of your head against his shoulder.

You hum in response and let yourself go to the feel of his arms around your body. He stays silent as he listens to you hum softly, letting his mind focus on the feel of you against him.

He held you tightly to his body, not wanting to let go so soon.

The feeling of having you in his arms was something he didn’t want to give up so quickly. He liked the way you leaned into him, the way you let him hold you, even though we were in the bathroom.

His arms still held you against his chest, his chin resting on your head. He could faintly smell your shampoo, a pleasant smell that made him tighten his arms around you slightly.

He was silent for a moment, before saying softly, “You know I’m going to be in trouble if anyone catches us like this.”

You nodded weakly into his arm again. “Do you want me to let go?” You whispered, hoping he’d say no.

Feeling your body nod against his, he let out a soft sigh as he rolled his eyes under his mask. He pulled you a little closer, not letting go even a little. “If I told you I wanted you to move, would you?” he murmurs softly as he rubs your back.

"well i would struggle but yes" you whisper again into his arms. When he hears you answer, he lets out a soft hum, clearly not satisfied with your answer. He pushes you back, until you are pinned against the wall, your body still in his arms. He freezes you in place as he bends down to your height, his mask right next to your ear. "Doll, are you sure you really want to leave? You look reluctant." He murmurs softly.

"no i don't" you whisper as you hold him close. He lets out a soft smirk when he hears your words, a victorious smile beneath his mask. "That's what i thought. You're not really willing to leave, huh?" He runs his hands up your sides, his fingers delicately tracing your curves. He had you pinned to the wall, not letting you move even a little.

The feel of your body against his, the way you leaned into him made his face heat up. He leaned down, lowering his mask slightly to your neck and feeling his warm breath on your skin. He murmured softly, "Tell me, doll. Do you know how hard it is for me to stay calm when I'm with you?"

you look at him softly, "can you take off your mask?" The request takes him a little by surprise, but he quickly regains his composure. He looks at you from under the mask, considering your words. After a moment, he slowly raises his hands and removes the mask that covers his face. He places the mask on one of the nearby sinks, before looking back at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. His hair was falling delicately over his forehead, giving him a slightly disheveled look.

You smile softly and caress his cheek. "You're so beautiful," you whisper softly. When he feels your hand gently caress his cheek, his face reddens from the unexpected compliment. He looks at you and sees a soft smile on your lips, and it makes his heart beat faster. He responds softly, his voice a little softer than before, "Do you really think so?"

You smile softly and nod. He swallows slightly, his face still red as you nod in agreement. sign of confirmation. "Doll, you shouldn't say things so suddenly. You'll make me act even more out of place than I already have." He murmurs softly as he moves his head to lean into your touch.

"do it," you whisper. When he hears such direct words from you, he lets out a sigh of relief.

He then grabs your wrists, pinning you against the wall again; this time both wrists are in his grip. “You’re only making it worse for yourself, doll. You really shouldn’t say things like that.” He says in a low, slightly warning tone.

He leaned in closer, his body pressed against yours, your wrists still in his grip. He looked at you intently, his expression a little serious, but with a slight hint of something else. “Let me ask you this, doll. Do you want me to go further?”

You look at him and nod quickly. He’s slightly surprised when you nod quickly in response. He smirks slightly as he looks up at you and studies your face carefully. “You’re so quick to say that, doll. I wonder if you’ll regret it later.”

He leans in even further, pinning your wrists against the wall above your head. Then he moves closer to your neck, his breath warm on your skin as he murmurs softly. “But I won’t stop.”

His lips soon move to your neck, gently planting kisses on your sensitive skin. He moved slower, savoring the feeling of having you in his arms. He continues to hold your wrists still, preventing you from moving, while his other hand slowly slides down your body. You moan and cling to him.

When he hears your moan, he makes a soft hum against your neck. He slowly feels you grab him, as if you want to pull him closer, as if you want his body against yours. He gently bites your skin, trailing kisses along your neck with his lips, until he reaches your ear. He whispers in a low, warm tone, "You're mine, doll. Just remember that." You nod in response.

He lets out another soft hum as he feels your head nod against his body. He feels you pressing yourself more and more against him, as if you were submitting completely to his touch. He slowly lets his hands wander over your body, his touch firm against your curves. He murmurs in a low, possessive tone against your ear, “Be a good doll and hold still for me, okay?” You nod again in response.

When he says these words, he feels your body tremble slightly, as he slowly caresses your hips with his hands. His touch on your skin is gentle yet firm, as if he’s making sure to memorize every inch of you. He begins to slide his hands gently down your body, his fingers tracing your curves until they reach your face. He looks down at you, meeting your eyes. “You look so beautiful like this, doll.”

He raises his hand and gently runs his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and tender on your skin. His dark eyes scan your features, carefully studying every detail of your face: from your lips to your cheeks, to the slight cut on your face. He looks down at you for a few seconds before murmuring softly, "You look so fragile like this. You're mine, and tonight I'll remind you of that." Hearing those words, you moan in response.

He lets out a small smirk in response to the sound of your moan. His hands slowly slide to your hips, gripping you gently as he pulls you closer to his body. He murmurs in a low, firm tone, "You make it harder for me to hold back, doll."

He leans back slightly and his eyes travel back up your body, pinned to the wall. He looks down at you, his expression a little serious, but revealing something else. “You know, honey, I’m going to make sure you’re completely mine before the night is out.” You whimper in response.

He slowly leans forward again, pinning you to his body. He looks at you intently, his eyes locking with yours. Then he slowly murmurs against your ear, his voice low and seductive, "You know I won't be gentle, doll. I'm going to have you all to myself tonight." You moan softly, getting excited at his words,

He feels your moan against his body and it makes his body heat up. He slowly lowers his hands, grabbing your thighs and lifting you up quickly, your legs wrapping around his waist. He pins you more firmly against the wall, making sure you're locked in place.

He feels your body shaking against his, your arms wrapping around his neck as you hold on tight. He watches you as you're against the wall, his eyes locked on your face. He studies your expression for a few seconds before letting out a small smirk. "Doll, you really don't know how hard you make it for me to control myself."

You look at him longingly and kiss him. He’s a little surprised when you suddenly kiss him, not expecting such a bold move from you. He kisses you quickly, his lips moving against yours in a firm but somehow gentle way. He slowly moves his hands up, grabbing your wrists as he pins your body to the wall again, now holding both of your wrists in his grip.

His lips move against yours, his kiss slowly becoming more intense as he pins your body to his. He continues to hold your wrists with one hand, not letting you escape his touch. After a moment he pulls away and looks at you, your face red and slightly breathless from the kiss. “Baby, you make it hard to hold back.” He says softly, his eyes roaming over your face.

“I need you,” you murmur longingly. He lets out a soft sigh when he hears those words come out of your mouth. He looks at you intently, his eyes meeting yours. He sees the desire on your face, and he’s both surprised and excited by it. Then he responds softly, his voice almost whispering, “Do you want me that bad, doll?”

“Yes please,” you murmur in response. He lets out a soft hum as he looks up at you and notices the pleading look on your face. His expression softens slightly, a hint of possession in his eyes. “Beg all you want, doll. I won’t be gentle. Tonight I’m going to have you all to myself.” You groan in anticipation.

He quickly turns around and walks with you in his arms, still holding you tightly in his grip. Then he places you on the nearest bed, positioning you right in the middle. Then he looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your body. He grabs your thighs and pulls you towards him, moving you over the sink

He places himself between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He looks down at you, a small smirk on his lips. Then he slowly runs his hand up your leg, his touch almost reverent. “You look so beautiful like this, doll. All mine, just for me.” You moan in response.

He quickly begins to undo your shirt, his fingers working deftly, fast and precise. Your shirt soon opens, exposing your skin to his gaze. Then he looks down at you, his gaze slowly wandering over your body. His expression is a little hungry as he looks at you, his eyes slowly darkening. “Doll, you look so beautiful. You have no idea how hard it is for me to control myself with you like this.”

He moves his hands down, gently touching your skin as his fingers begin to explore every inch of your body. It’s not gentle; his touch is firm and somewhat possessive. He slowly moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours as he leans down. His lips are right next to your ear and he murmurs softly, “You feel so good under my touch, doll. I want you so bad right now.”

You whimper at his touch wanting more and you cling to him. Jun-ho removes his clothes and rubs his hardness against your entrance and then enters you making you moan loudly. He starts to move against you harder and harder, he was true to his word. He wasn’t gentle at all. His hips move at a slow but steady pace, each thrust is hard and deep.

With each thrust you moan loudly as you cling to him. He watches you intently, his eyes locked on your face as he notices the look of pleasure on your face. “You feel so good, doll. It’s like you were made for me this beautiful pussy” he moans thrusting even harder.

He can feel you trembling under his touch, your body responding in ways that only make him wilder. He moves closer to you, his body flush against yours as he continues to move against you. His mouth moves down to your neck, where he gently sucks your skin, leaving little marks in his wake. “You’re mine, baby. I’m the only one who can see you like this. You’re mine and mine alone.”

He picks you up and fucks you in his arms, hitting you deeper and deeper. "this pussy is so tight" he grunts, fucking you harder and you scream.

"I'm close" you murmur, moaning and Jun-ho smiles and pushes his hips even more brutally. "cum for me doll" he murmurs and you come hearing his words.

Jun-ho smiles and pushes himself even more brutally and then cums inside you. You screamed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and he smiles. "You're mine, there's no escape now" he whispers in your ear.

[kazumist]

DISTANCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER .ᐟ

✩ — or in which they terribly miss you. (implied long distance relationship)

✩ — includes: wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, lyney, and cyno x gn!traveler!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 415. reblogs are very much appreciated !!

✩ — note: currently suffering from stage four misskonasiyagitis. send help. i wanted to try out writing multiple characters again so here we go, kinda 50 50 w this one tbh

it physically hurts wriothesley to be this far from you. i mean, come on. seriously? commissions in sumeru? sometimes he doesn’t know whether he should hate the fact that you’re willing to take commissions in different regions or admire it. he misses you so goddamn much—it would’ve been fine if you took commissions on fontaine! he rarely goes up to the surface but at least he would’ve caught a glimpse of you every now and then. but nope, wriothesley guesses that he just has to wait.

neuvillette was unfamiliar with the feeling of missing someone. well, that was before he got together with you, at least. but now he’s definitely familiar with it (way too familiar, in fact). he misses you dearly—he misses your spontaneous visits to his office, he misses the lingering warmth of your hand in his. he tries his best to hold his emotions back, not wanting to cause fontaine a random downpour, all because he missed his beloved.

a rare event to see alhaitham lose his composure. recently, kaveh has noticed his roommate space out more often, always blanking out randomly. kaveh wonders what caused his roommate’s current state (not that he actually cares; he was just curious). that was until alhaitham asked him a question. “what can one do when they’re craving the presence of someone who can’t be present at the moment?” oh, so that’s why.

lyney tends to connect his recent shows with things that remind him of you; it kind of makes lynette sick to see her brother in this state. rainbow roses, fontainian pastries, anything that makes lyney think of you. not only that, lyney wouldn’t shut up about you either! lynette cringes, freminet feels bad for her. “aren’t rainbow roses a bit overused at this point?” she asks lyney. he replies with a simple, “rainbow roses could never be overused, dear sister!” lynette could only pray that you return soon.

cyno tends to crack even worse jokes. is that even possible? tighnari has no clue. “did you know what the triangle said to the circle? ‘you’re pointless.’ get it?” cyno tells yet another joke. tighnari facepalms at this point—why must he be the one who endures his friend’s awful jokes in your absence? he doesn’t recall signing up for this at all! “you could’ve pretended to laugh at it. (name) would’ve done so if they were here.” cyno pouts. tighnari sighs in defeat. this is going to be another long day for him, isn’t it?

[waffleviller]

I showed this to my brother and he just pointed out the circle background, "artists always do a circle, a rectangle, a tilted rectangle or a triangle when they don't want to do a background"

I think he should mind his own damn business

[onnie-giri]

-- hands made for volleyball, hands made for food 🏐🍙

do u just,

cry over the fact how much hands play a very huge factor in the twins' chosen careers and how much taking care of these hands is essential for them

do u just,

sob thinking abt that little triangle that forms whenever a setter positions their hands up while looking up at the ball waiting for it to touch their fingertips.

how the volleyball positions itself perfectly in place at the center, resembling umeboshi and how that ball is enveloped by that triangle formed by their hands.

that sight must remind atsumu of onigiri-- of his brother who makes onigiri for a living-- doesn't it?

do u just,

breakdown over how osamu's hands make onigiris

how these rice balls are made with so much love and attention to detail

those hands that used to spike and set volleyballs, now form small circles to make the perfect and delicious riceballs

the onigiris he makes, to feed and help his brother build muscle, to play even better, to be even stronger

do u just,

bawl at how these subtle change in the shape of their hands hold such significant meaning for them both

that eventhough they are now treading on different career paths, they are still bound and connected by the same thing: volleyball and food

can we all collectively cry over that ;-;

[holyhaech]

we found love in aisle 4

childhood bff!mark x fem!reader x mark's coworker!jaemin

feat: mark, jeno, jaehyun, jaemin of nct, winter and karina of aespa, eric and sunwoo of tbz. some mentions of jaehyun’s friends (doyoung and jungwoo)

summary: when yn comes back to her hometown, the first thing on her list is to catch up with her childhood friend, mark lee. whilst stopping by mark’s job at the local HEB, yn encounters his coworker and friend, jaemin na. great for yn, who has just met a cute single guy. not so great for mark lee, who has harbored a crush on yn since junior year of hs. meanwhile, jaemin starts to develops his own little crush on yn. does mark even stand a chance?

playlist

about: NO POLY, brother’s friend, childhood friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, meet-cute, love triangle, swearing, suggestive themes, lots of humor, socmed au

updates: every weekend and some fridays

comment to be added to the taglist!

taglist @chenlezip @morkleesgirl @polarisjisung @sibwol

profiles

1. yn’s circle

2. jaemin’s circle

chapters

1. welcome home!

2. heb meet cute?

3. THAT SHOULD BE ME

4. down boy

[astrolynnworld]

limitless ᡣ𐭩

pairings: chris & matt x reader

summary: you, as the best friend of the triplets, have a secret love triangle going on within the group. not that they know, and not that they could ever find out!

warnings: smut! switching brothers, sneaky, hold the moan, mommy/daddy kink, dom matt, sub matt, oral, riding, aftercare, dumbification (lots), praise, degradation, dom chris, drooling, stomach bulging, confessions, plot twist

a/n: first story back, hope you guys enjoy! thinking of post once a week now <33 love you guys & thanks so much for 1.7k, i absolutely appreciate the support. for sure keeps my fingers typing :)

if you wanna listen to anything while you read

*nsfw*

word count: 3,200

nick, matt, chris, & i gather on the couch for our weekly movie night

we try to hangout as often as we can since they’re usually always busy

once a week we try to push for a hangout that typically ends in us watching a movie

or falling asleep to one..

but because i had chose the movie this time, i didn’t let myself fall asleep

i was eyes wide at the screen watching each scene take place while chris snores himself a storm

nick had also fallen asleep at this point, matt was the only trooper who stayed up to finish the movie with me

towards the end of the movie, a long gunshot scene had come on the screen

waking nick and chris up..

“holy fuck that scared the shit out of me” chris says with his groggy voice

“i thought we were getting robbed for a second” nick adds on while rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms

me & matt silently giggle to each other

“i’m going to bed” chris says while wrapping a blanket around him and getting up to head downstairs

nick nods his head in agreement, “right. well goodnight guys, see you in the morning” he says as he heads upstairs

“guess it’s just us two now” matt says

“really? i couldn’t tell” i say slyly as i crawl over to him as place myself his his lap

“not right here baby, what if they come back cause they forgot something?” he continues

“isn’t that the fun part?” i say before placing my lips onto his

he deepened the kiss while he rubs his hands on my hips

“mmh. you smell so good baby” he says while breaking the kiss

“stop- stop calling me baby matt.. you know what it does to me”

“what does it do to you my love?” he asks before bringing his head close to my ear

“does it turn you on like the good girl you are?” he whispers in my ear before pulling back to see my reaction

i just silently stare at him in awe until he brings his lips closer to mine

“hmm baby? i need you to speak for me.” he whispers into my lips, allowing his breath to linger

“does being my baby turn you on?” he asks again, continuing this whisper that really sparks all erotic feelings in body

“yes daddy. i like being your baby” i softly say, entertaining my submissive state

“good girl.” he says while rubbing circles into my hips

“do you wanna show daddy how much of a good girl you can be?”

i nod my head and start to unbuckle his pants while he kisses my face and neck.

“take this off for me beautiful” he says as he tugs on my shirt

i slide it off to reveal that i’m not wearing a bra underneath

“you’re so fucking pretty baby. i’ll never get over it” he says while admiring and softly servicing my nipples

he traces my nipples with his finger and starts to lap and suck on them, causing me to whine out a slight moan

“shh baby. remember we gotta be quiet” he says while i try to contain myself

he continues to suck at my nipples for a few more minutes before leaning back on the couch

allowing me to finish my access to him

i continue to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. to which his hard cock springs out, ready to have been freed

i grab it with my right hand and slowly start to sink myself lower in between his legs.

i position my mouth on his tip and start to swirl my tongue around, letting my salvia fall and drip all the way down to his balls

“fuck.”

i jerk him up and down while wrapping my mouth around the tip and starting to create a sucking motion

i look up at him to see him looking down at me in awe, mouth slightly agape.

i wanted to do more.

i remove my hand and place it on his knees while i push my mouth deeper into him

“oh my god baby you’re so fucking sexy. please take all of me” he says while tempting himself not to touch me

i throw my head up and down trying to fit him all, knowing this would be unrealistic

i feel him twitch inside my mouth

i continue to lap up and down around his cock while he struggles to keep his composure

i hear his breathing start to pick up as he tries to contain the sounds he really wants to make

i shut my eyes to concentrate on making him nut without letting my mouth get tired

he starts to thrust up into me and i feel the tears start to form

he throws his head back on the couch and lets out his final thrust before coats of thick liquid fill my throat

i pull back and use my hand to finish his high, while i catch my breath.

then i go back in to keep sucking, starting back with the hand and mouth combo

his body twitches, “fuck baby. y- you can’t do t-his, i’m t- too se- sensitive”

he tries to shake me off of him

i climb back on his lap, “come on baby, i want more of you. do you think you could hold out for me?” i seductively whisper to him while he looks up at me straddling his lap

“but-“

“no buts baby. don’t you think it’s your turn to be good now?” i start to rub his head, playing with his head

his eyes trickle back into his head for a split second before he nods

“words, my pretty boy.” i say while continuing to touch his hair

he hums into a whine, “i wanna be good for you”

“good boy” i give him a kiss on the forehead as a reward, before i slide out of my bottoms.

i grab his cock and he hisses in for a second, prepping himself

i align his cock with my hole and slowly start to sink down into it

“mngh-ph” he chokes out, “fuck. i don’t think i- aah- i can d- do this” he throws his head back onto the couch, leaving his mouth open

i continue to bounce on top of him, “it’s okay baby. mommy’s gonna take care of you, just loosen up under my control ok?”

“yes mommy.” he mutters out as a whimper. i can tell he isn’t even thinking anymore, just going fuzzy under my control.

i continue to bounce on him and watch his face form as the tensity starts to build

i bring my face down and start to kiss on his exposed neck while rubbing my fingers through his hair

all he can let out is mangled whimpers and whines

“m- mom- my” he struggles to get out

i lift my head from his neck and see the drool start to pool and drip out his mouth, “i-‘m gonna c- cum again”

“so soon baby?” i say as i watch his limp body shake with every bounce and fuzzy eyes try to focus on the pleasure.

i lick the drool that continues spilling out his mouth and watch him shut his eyes

“can i?” he asks softly

“go ahead baby. cum in mommy”

he whines and weakly thrusts up and he lets out his second load.

falling back down into the couch as he used all his energy for that second nut.

i give him a kiss, “i’m proud of you baby. doing more than you can handle”

“m-mm” he silently hums back in agreement as if he’s about to pass out right here

i get off of him and help put his boxers back on before helping him walk back to bed

i snuggle him and bed and give him a kiss goodnight, before heading to the bathroom to clean myself up

i’m happy that i’m capable of putting matt to sleep like that but what if i wanted to be put to sleep too..

i sit on the toilet and start thinking

i could either touch myself.. or see if chris is still up

i then open my phone to imessages and click on chris’s name

there’s no shot he’s up right now, it’s been an hour since him & nick had left for bed

regardless, i give it a shot

y/n: chriss

y/n: are you still up?

i my phone down on the counter next to me and start to wipe myself down

i pull up my pants, flush the toilet, and start to wash my hands before i see my phone flash

i dry my hands and pick up my phone

chris: yeah, wsp?

y/n: everyone went to bed but i can’t sleep.. can i come stay with you?

chris: ofc, ma. anything for u

i leave the bathroom and make my way downstairs to chris’s room

i just open the door and walk in, “what are you still even doing up?” i ask as i sit on his bed

“once i came back to my room i tried to fall asleep but it was too late, i was wide awake”

“so.. you were up the whole time?” i curiously ask, not trying to indicate anything even tho i was freaking out

did he hear me & matt? no way right .. he would of said something immediately no?

i can’t have them know about each other, they would instantly cut me off.

i’ve always played my card right when it comes to them. “keep it a secret because if the others found out, they wouldn’t support it and they would be mad at us”

we act like the best of friends when we’re a group and occasionally hook up on the side when we’re alone.

i don’t even know how this all started but i’m pretty sure i started hooking up with chris first. now its a whole mess between both of them and i know i’d be dead if any of them found out

“yeah.. why?” chris asks suspiciously

“because you should of came back upstairs to me then” i say trying to further avoid suspicion and play it off

“oh. i just thought you had went to sleep with nick”

“if i wanted to sleep with anyone.. it’d be you” i suggestively say as i make my way closer to him

“what does that mean” he smirks into response, inching closer to me

“why don’t you find out”

he places his lips on mine with passion, taking power and control.

he pushes me down into the bed while he starts to undress me

pants first, followed by my shirt, exposing my bare top once again

he takes of his shirt, leaving him only in his boxers

he leans back into more of a kiss

he was rough, and assertive. like he had been waiting for this, like he needed me

“i can. never. get enough. of you.” he says in between kisses

he starts to lick & suck at my boobs, “fuck your so pretty, baby”

i moan into his touch

which is enough to get him started, he takes off his boxers and instantly gets down on his knees where he admires my pussy through my panties

“i missed her” he says before kissing her gently, teasing me

“chris- please.” i beg

“please what, ma?”

“please use your mouth on me”

“no need to ask twice” he says before pulling me out my panties and starting to work his mouth

he was lapping up and down my vagina like a dog with water. he wrapped his hands around my thighs to get a better angle

he even started using his hand to rub my clit as he kept licking

“oh my- fuck chris. please keep going” i say as i start gripping the sheets and grinding into his face

he uses his other hand to put a finger inside and start fucking me

i threw my head back into the bed

“fuck chris- yes. just like that please”

“you’re so fucking wet baby, you like this?”

“yes chris oh. my. god” i continue to moan out, not even caring about how loud i might have been being

each second the pleasure starts to increase more and more

“what’s my name?” chris asks

“fuckkk chris don’t make me say it” i plead

i know how much chris likes being called daddy, it gives him such an ego boost of power. but sometimes i didn’t like giving him that power, even though he clearly already has it

“say it or i’m gonna stop”

“fuck. da- daddy. y- your name is daddy. just please don’t stop” i beg

“keep saying it over and over while you cum baby” he says while speeding up the pace of his fingers and tongue

“hughhh daddy don’t stop. please” i say as i start to buck my hips faster into him

“daddy. daddy. daddy.” i say, letting the words fall out my mouth with each moaned whimper

“fuh- i’m cumming daddy please fucking ruin me.” i spew out any word that runs through my weak mind

“fuck pretty girl, you make such pretty noises for me huh?” chris says as he starts to stand up and lean over in my face

i look at him with a foggy mind, trying to find the strength to think of what he’s gonna do next

“i want to hear much more of those pretty sounds okay?” he says while placing his hands on my face gently, rubbing his thumbs on my cheeks

i nod my head, hoping that i can last for another round

he starts to push his cock inside my drenching wetness

“you’re so tight, mama. you’re sucking me in” he chuckles condescendingly

i stare at him with doe eyes and an open mouth as he stretches me out

he puts his fingers in my mouth, indicating for me to suck.

i start to suck on his fingers like i would if it were his cock, he then begins to use his hips to start moving in me

he repeatedly pulls out, and slowly slides back in giving me time to adjust to him

i continue to suck on his finger without a thought in mind

until he pulls his fingers out and slaps me

“do you not hear me talking to you?” he asks aggressively

“what’d you say daddy?” i apologetically say in my submissive girl voice

“you want me to be gentle? or rough.”

“you know i love it when you’re rough with me daddy.” i say, keeping the sub voice on

“you’re so fucking smart baby, such a good girl for me” he says as he pushes me further back into the bed so he can prop up on the bed with his knees

he bends down to give me sloppy kisses as he thrust deeper into me

he pulls out to only the tip and drops his dick all the way down inside of me, letting his balls clap against my ass

sounds of us fucking echo the room

he pulls back from the kiss and just stares into my foggy eyes

“fuck i love you. why do you make it so hard not to fucking love you y/n” he confesses as he starts to pick up the pace

“i fucking hate that we can’t be together in any other way but this. you’re so fucking perfect” he stand up on his knees and props my legs on his shoulders to give him a new angle

a better angle.

“you don’t even have a clue at how hard it is to be around you & the others but not touch or kiss you.”

“i just wanna show everyone that you’re mine”

i cant even think of a response right now, i feel his tip kissing against my cervix

my brain is going dumb around him, all i can do is stare and listen. my mouth wouldn’t even speak if i tried

“i want you to be mine y/n. i need you so bad. every day. all the time.” he says before bending back down in my face, forcing my legs to go higher

“say it ma. say you’re mine. i wanna hear it”

“i- i- mmm i’m yours chris. nnmm- all. yours.”

he places a kiss on my lips and forehead before sitting back up and continuing to fuck into me

“fuck baby. i can see my bulge imprint in your stomach” he breaths out

“that’s so sexy, my love. knowing you can take all of me like this & more”

he was so turned on

so turned on he started pressing on it, sending shiver down my spine

“fuck. you clench around me when i touch it. does that turn you on? knowing im so deep inside of you like this that you can see me in your guts”

i start blinking so slow, you would think its morse code. i felt so overwhelmed and my brain couldn’t catch up

i never usually cum back to back like this but i could feel the orgasm building inside of me

he was playing with his bulge in my stomach as he continued to fuck into me, fast.

i couldn’t take it, i wasn’t even moaning this point. i was whispering incoherent whines as i let my brain melt away

“you look so sloppy under me baby, look at you fucking drooling. does it feel that good?”

despite not being able to think or speak, he knew it wasn’t too much for me because i hadn’t called the safe word or made any attempts to get him off of me.

we always have good sex but this one was different. it was needy and passionate, i wanted to explore it all the way

“i don’t know how much longer i can last princess, you’re clenching around me so tight”

he started to rub my clit again and that’s what did it for me. that’s what sent me over the edge

i felt my whole body shake in euphoria

i started twitching under him

“mnghh. fuck.” he says as he lets his load spill in me

“fuck. oh my god.” he says as he catches his breath

he pulls out of me and gently puts my legs down

“you did so good for me tonight baby” he rubs my head and places kisses on my cheek

he helps me sit up so i can put my shirt back on

“we’re definitely gonna need to buy a plan b tomorrow. i’m not seeing any cum come out” he says while trying to put my underwear back on

“do you have to pee?”

i tiredly shake my head no

he lays me back down on the bed and puts the blanket on top of me

he gives me a peck before hopping in bed with me and pulling me closer to lay on his chest

“i meant what i said earlier about loving you. but we can discuss that tomorrow, along with what you’re gonna do about matt.”

was the last thing i heard before i drifted off

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Trafalgar Law x Pregnant reader

💛 Chapter 1 💛 Chapter 3

Chapter 2 - Somebody call a doctor?

"Could you be my doctor?" Jess snickers over the phone. She called you as soon as she got home. "Really Y/n?" She cackled even harder. "Girl, you want Dr Grumpy to be more than your personal doctor." Pausing for dramatic effect and adding, "You want his daily dose of vitamin D sooo bad."

You knew she had that smug assed grin on her face as you rubbed your forehead. You knew she was right which made you even more flustered and embarrassed. "I know, I know, Jess." You groaned, "I wasn't thinking and it slipped out."

"You are way too cute for your own good." She commented. "You do know that right?"

"So I've been told." You muttered, laying down on your bed and hugging your snow leopard Build-a-Bear. It was an impulse buy you bought yourself for Christmas. It reminded you of Law every time you saw it and held it, wishing it was him.

"Do you need me to go with you to get your first ultrasound?" Jess asked, pulling out her pajamas from her closet

"Nah, be fine." You replied. "Plus Law will be with me."

"Let me know," Jess pressed. "Max considers you family." Max was Jess' big brother and owner of the coffee shop. The pair of siblings thought of you as their own baby sister, even if Jess was a year younger than you.

"Yeah, I know." You smile, "Thanks." You roll onto your side, facing the door.

You hear the tiny pitter patter of tiny feet running through the house and jingle coming towards you as Onigiri comes rushing into your room like a tiny rocket.

You laugh. "Somebody's missed me." You pat the spot beside your bed. "Hey baby, c'mere."

Onigiri. The tiny puppy with pure white fur and a huge black shaped triangle on his head, reminding you of rice balls.

And somehow of Law.

He runs around in a circle and jumps into your bed, barking and nuzzles into your side. Panting as his tail wags.

"I missed you too, my little cutie." You coo gently, petting him as he crawls underneath your blanket and cuddles against your belly.

Well, guess that explains why Onigiri seems glued to your side lately. Animals have a sixth sense of these things or so you've heard.

"Awe, lemme see, lemme see." Jess gushes into your ear, using her baby voice.

"Hold on, hold on." You turn on the camera to face yourself and angle your phone down so Jess can see the picture perfect sight. "There. Can you see him?"

Jess squealed, taking screenshots. "Looks like Dr Love's got some real competition for your love Y/n." She teases, grinning wide. "Onigiri and your mini me. Talk about a handful." Tilting her head, "Hope Doc isn't the jealous type."

"Why do you like to tease the poor man so much?" You ask, laying back down and petting Onigiri. "Are you sure you don't have a bully crush on Law?" You knew she didn't but you had to tease her back, biting your lip to stay composed.

It didn't work, you snorted as Jess grew defensive. Gawking at you and grimacing as if you just drop kicked her grandmother.

"What?! Hell no. Mister tall dark and emo drug lord ain't my type." Jess makes fake gagging noises, which causes you to giggle louder. "Besides, I like'em big and dumb."

"Bepo isn't Law's second in command for nothing you know." You pointed out, laying your head underneath the crook of your arm.

"Oh, you know what I mean " Jess waves you off. "He's so sweet, adorable and knows material arts, loyal, really, really tall." She sighs dreamily, falling into her bed. "Blonde hair, blue eyes... so shy."

"God help that poor, poor man." You give her a dramatic sigh and make the sign of the cross over your heart, "Corrupting poor Bepo's innocence and cuteness with your overly horny witch craft and voodoo magic. Jess for shame."

"Oh hell yes, I would!" Jess fires back. "Don't you judge me after pinning for drop dead gorgeous Dr Heart Stealer Y/n." She points her finger at you, setting her phone into her bed and pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in her cute purple lacy bra. "I would bet two hundred beri's.. no five hundred that you've had as many sinful, dirty thoughts and wet dreams for Law as I've had for my bear man."

You grew heated. "Fair enough." You couldn't deny it.

"I'll take your silence as a yes." Jess countered in a single song voice, slipping into an adult panda man onesie and fell back into her pile of panda and polar bear stuffed animals. "I'm home my babies." She scoops an armful and cuddles them, smiling wide.

You were honestly thinking you both had a taste in odd men.

Then again, being stuck in the winter island all your lives does make the world feel smaller.

"Alright, I'm going to bed." You yawn, rubbing your eyes and turn your lamp off on your nightstand.

"Night night, love ya." Jess blows you a kiss. "Give me the details tomorrow sexy mama."

You laugh, smiling. "Night, Jess."

You both hung up.

You peaked underneath you blanket to find Onigiri fast asleep, "Night, Onigiri." You whisper softly and layed back down, hugging your snow leopard closer to your chest as you unlocked your phone, thumb hovering over Law's name.

You knew you'd see him tomorrow, and yet, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Seriously, why did you ask your crush to become your doctor? Were you that desperate? At least, he didn't flat out call you an idiot to your face when you gave him a heart attack this evening.

Law's question rang through your mind.

Are you going to put the baby up for adoption?

Sure, it would be the responsible and logical thing to do. You didn't make enough to have a baby right now. You were barely scrapping by as it is. You did have some saving saved up for a rainy day. You had heard of couples try to conceive for years and were unable to, waiting for a miracle that never came. It would feel nice to help someone like that, but the real question was: Could you?

You were honestly surprised Law would agree to seeing you so easily. Surely, he was busy and had enough on his plate as it is.

You felt your lips curl upward.

Maybe the stoic, ice cold and straight laced doctor had a kind heart?

Taking a deep breath you decided to message Law first, nicknaming him "Snow Leopard" in your phone.

You: Good evening Law, thank you for talking with me tonight. I appreciate it. I'm going to bed now. I'll see you in the morning. Good night. :)

Three dots appeared when he messaged you back.

Snow Leopard: It was no problem at all, Y/n-ya. I was the one who offered in the first place. I am glad that you felt you could confide in me.

Good night and sleep well.

Your smile brightened as you set your phone down on the nightstand. "Good night, Law." You closed your eyes as your heart fluttered in your chest and went to sleep.

On the other side, Law sat down in his reading chair after taking off his reading glasses and the book he was reading, sitting in his lap. His phone in hand as he sighed and rubbed his forehead with the back of his palm.

He frowned look down at the message you sent. The pregnancy test you showed him was positive, but you still needed to be seen for a medical checking up and ultrasound. If you wanted him to be your primarily care doctor, he'd do it. He'd support you, offer medical advice, anything within his power and knowledge to help you.

Law set his glasses on the coffee table, put a bookmark in the book as he was reviewing and revising any material he had on pregnancy, labor and child birth on his selves.

He'd seem you around kids. You were always so kind, offering other pregnant woman a helping hand to the door or to watch their little ones while their mothers had to use the restroom or take a call.

He knew you would make a great mother someday.

He didn't expect for it to happen so soon and with someone else, even a one night stand. The tiny, microscopic percentage that you would get pregnant while using both forms of birth control wasn't unheard of, but the odds were their.

He wasn't aware that you were looking for a casual partner or hookup. He might have offered, if he'd known. Then again, he didn't ask and you hadn't brought it up.

Out of all the men on who came passing through this winter island, it had to be Ace. Luffy's big brother.

Law had Ace's number, knew it wasn't his place to inform the man that you were pregnant, it would be immoral and against doctor and patient confidentiality.

A tiny part of him hoped you didn't have any lingering feeling for the man.

The more he thought about it, the more his feelings he'd bottled up were festering. Jealousy, heartache and longing, to name a few.

Law never wanted you to think he was using his medical practice to coax you into anything you didn't want to do. Or for selfish reasons.

Setting the medical book down on top of the books he had littered and spread outs onto the coffee table. He glanced at it and decided to leave them and would pick everything up in the morning. He stretched and stood to his feet, turned the light off and figured he needed to shower and go to bed.

Law layed in bed, in the dark and stared at the ceiling. His hands tightened around the blanket, then relaxed. It felt dumb to be nervous about tomorrow, he's seen hundreds of patients, so why should tomorrow be any different? Scratch that. He knew why. It was you coming into his office, his new patient.

He scowled at the darkness, rolling onto his side, layed his arm underneath his pillow and slowly took in a deep breath and huffed it through his nose. Reaching for his phone, turning his head as to not blind himself when the screen lit up, glancing down at his lock screen of him and his adoptive father, Rosinante when Law graduated from medical school. Law felt himself smile as he unlocked it with the swipe of his thumb, oops, he forgot to close the text message with you.

He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassed as he backed out and returned to the home screen showing a picture of him, Bepo, Shachi, Penguin and Ikkaku during his uncle Doflamingo's annual Christmas party that Rosinante had taken last year.

Now, that he thought about it. It wasn't long after that he'd met you that night.

He had to rush back to the hospital for an emergency surgery on a patient, after working hours until the patient was stable Law had decided to grab a cup of coffee on the way home. He'd been exhausted, irritable after no sleep, he wasn't looking his best, if he was being honest.

Law had decided to walk down to the local coffee shop since the line in front of the hospital Moonbucks was jam packed and he didn't want to wait. So he went down the street, it was busy but quiet which surprised him. He noticed Bepo, Shachi and Penguin were waiting in line as well, then he remembered they'd mentioned the coffee shop had better service and a more cozy atmosphere. Something about the waitresses were cute and the owner was friendly.

Law didn't really care as long as the coffee wasn't too overpriced or tasted decent, or worse, tasted like watered down bean water. He didn't realize he'd been scowling until a feminine voice called his attention, making him return to reality.

"Long night, I take it?" You smile at him, tablet in hand, waiting patiently. Your hair was in a braid with tiny golden Christmas bells woven into it and you wore a black, blue and white sweater with polar bears wearing scarfs on them. "What can I get you?" You repeat gently.

Law's eyes widened, feeling his heart skip a beat and thud hard into his chest. Inwardly shaking himself and cleared his throat. "Medium dark roast, double shot espresso and cream, please." He felt his skin warm as he pulled out his wallet.

You type out his order, repeat it as he inserts his card. "Will that be all for today, doctor?"

Law's silver gaze met your own. "How did you know?"

Your smile widened, eyes lowering as you giggled. "You're still in uniform doctor."

What? No, he wasn't... Oh. Law glanced down at himself, he was so tired, he forgot to take off his surgical scrubs. Well, that's embarrassing. Thank God, he wasn't covered in blood. The surgeon felt his face grow redder as he covered his eyes with his spotted hat. "Oh, you're right." He muttered to himself, meeting your beautiful gems after typing in his pin and you handed him his receipt. "Thank you miss."

"Y/n." You correct, offering your hand. "Doctor?"

Law readjusted his hat, took your smaller hand in his own and shook it. "Trafalgar Law."

"That's a unique name Trafalgar." You tasted his name on your tongue, made him shudder. "I've never seen you around before. Are you new around here?"

"Law." He correct softly. "Trafalgar is my Last name." He didn't know why he felt the need to correct you, a stranger. He usually didn't care if anyone called him by his first or last name before.

You blushed as you lowered your hand. "Oh, I'm sorry." You cover your burning cheek, giving him a cute sheepish and apologetic smile. "I beg your pardon Law."

It felt right, hearing you call his name. He liked it.

"None taken, Y/n-ya." Law left his lips curl into a slight smirk causing your blush to deepen.

"Y/n-ya?" Your brows furrowed as you stared at him in curiosity. "Is that a strange habit of yours Law?" You lower your hand from your face and half turn, writing his name in a clear medium sized plastic cup. "Or is it how you usually greet people Law-ya?" You tease, eyes sparkling with a teasing lit.

Oh, you were spunky too?

Law's gaze flickered to your hand writing it was neat and cursive, pretty even. His smirk grew into something smug and playful, "Something like that." He commented returning his card into his wallet and back into the pocket of his coat.

"Thank you, Law. Your order will be right up." You fully turn, walking to the coffee machine to make his order.

His gaze lowered to your backside in those tight, stretchy black leggings and black boots. He felt himself swallowing, mesmerized by the sway of your hips before he shook himself, raising a hand to scrub his jaw as he glanced away.

Well, he was awake, flustered and horny now. Great, just what he needed.

Law shuffles awkwardly towards the pick up counter, waiting and pulling out his phone to distract himself when he feels someone sling an arm over his shoulder.

"Rough morning, Captain?" Shachi asked smiling.

"Rough night." Law grunts. "Some dumbass decided to fist fight Akainu and play with fire last night while drunk."

"Wow, seriously? On Christmas?" Bepo asks, appearing on the other side of Law.

"Who's that crazy enough to face that tight assed marine?" Penguins asks.

Law sighed, shaking Shachi off and pinched the bridge of his nose with his middle and index finger. "Monkey D Luffy, Garps grandson."

Bepo, Shachi and Penguin all parroted in shock, eyes wide. "Monkey D Garp has a grandson?!"

"Yes, apparently he's got three troublesome grandsons and Luffy, or StrawHat is one of them." Law admitted. "I talked with him and StrawHats mother last night in the waiting room. A reckless, stubborn kid was pissed off about Akainu insulting his older brothers."

"Law?" You called.

Law opened his eyes, lowered his hand and met your smiling face.

"Your order is ready." You lower his coffee onto the counter and scoot it towards him. "Careful, it's hot." You warned gently.

"Well, hello again gorgeous." Penguin purred.

"Captain, I didn't know you were hitting on this cutie." Shachi asked, wiggling his brows, covering his mouth to whisper into Law's pierced ear. "Go, cap. Did you get her number?"

"No, I'm not." Law bit out, gritting his teeth. "And get off." He shrugged him off, stepping forward to pick up his drink. His face softened as he sighed, already feeling mentally drained. "Thank you, Y/n-ya."

"Your welcome, Law." You replied, smile widening as you waved goodbye. "Have a good day and hope to see you again soon."

Law'a lips curled as he plugged his phone onto the charger and layed it down beside him. It figures that it quickly became a habit for him to have coffee at Max's shop from then onward. He had to see you again, even if, he wouldn't admit it at the time. Whenever Law was stressed or down, he thought of you and your smiling face.

Closing his eyes as he whispered gently, "Night, Y/n."

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You arrived way too early. At seven in the morning. Folder in hand with all of your important paperwork and your purse as you walked into the hospital and towards the receptionist who greeted you with a practiced perfect smile.

"How many I help you?"

"Did Doctor Trafalgar Law schedule me an appointment for an ultrasound and blood work?" You asked, feelings your cheeks heat up. It would be super embarrassing, if he had forgotten.

She raised a brow. "I'll check." Her eyes returning to her computer, hands hovering over the keyboard. "Name?"

You give her your first and last name.

"Yes, Doctor Law has you scheduled in." She picked up a clip board and handed it to you. "Fill these out please and he'll call you shortly." Her gaze scanning you up and down.

Why do you feel as if she's low key judging you?

"Thank you." You smiled back, picked a seat and sat down. Opening your folder and wallet, writing down your information. You were on the last page when some walked through the door and called your name.

"Y/n L/n?"

You raised you head, smiling widening as you gathered your things and stood.

It was Bepo. The giant man was dress in bright orange scrubs.

"Bepo!" You walked towards him. You ignored the receptionist stare on your back. "It's great to see you."

Bepo leaned down and hugged you, gently. "Garchu, Y/n!" The giant blonde man nuzzled the top of your head in affection. "Law told me you would be here this morning, but he didn't say what for." He pulled away, frowning in worry. "Are you alright?"

You forgot that Bepo was a huger. "Garchu Bepo." You laughed, hugging him back. "I'm fine. Just need to run a few tests." Well, you weren't wrong.

"Don't be nervous." Bepo holds the door open for you and let you in first before leading the way with his own clip board in hand. "First we will do a standard physical and then Law will be with you shortly." Glancing down at the clipboard in your hand he smiled, "I'll take that for you when you are finished."

True to his word, Bepo took your height and weight, standard physical. Gave you a plastic cup with your name on it and asked you to use the bathroom across the hallway to pee in a cup.

It always felt awkward peeing in one of those tiny plastic cups. You were lightly haunted the one time you had to use one during a standard drug test and your were on your period. That was embarrassing as you had handed it to the guy with a huge blush on your face.

Shaking your head you took the cup, did your business, washed your hands and very carefully watched back to the nurses station to hand her the full cup.

She thanked you and took the sample with a gloved hand and put it in a ziplock bag.

You made a beeline towards the room you were in to finished your paperwork. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it!

You placed the clipboard onto the desk when you heard someone knock.

"Y/n-ya?" Law's voiced called behind the door. "May I come in?"

"Yes, Law you may." You giggle. You really couldn't help it. You walked back towards your seat.

Law opened the door and walked in, a brow raised. "Someone slept well, if you are this spunky in the morning."

You try to ignore how incredible-y hot Law looks in his glasses, lab coat and the stethoscope around his neck. Not to mention, the black button down he's wearing with a few of the buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves roll half up his arms. Jesus, did he not care about the hospital dress code?

You swallow, stealing a glance at his tattoos, not to mention the hint of muscle peaking though. Oh, how you wanted to trace the hidden pattern of ink with your fingers or tongue. Inwardly telling yourself to shut up you answered, "Something like that."

Closing the door behind him, Law went towards the sink to wash his hands, dry them and slip on a pair of latex gloves. "Other than yesterdays vomiting. Are you showing any other symptoms of pregnancy? Anything you can think of or might have missed?"

You hum, counting off your fingers. "My period being two weeks late, having to go to the bathroom more often, I have this weird craving for bbq and having cramps, but no period.... that's about it."

"Everything seems normal." He concluded, picking up your paperwork and skimming through it. "Do you remember what set off your nausea?"

"Yeah, pickles from Max's sandwich which sucks." You pout. "I love pickles."

Law glanced up and opened his mouth to say something when there was another knock on the door.

"Come in." Law answered without peaking over his shoulder.

"I'm coming to collect Y/n's paperwork and to give her this gown to change into." Bepo replied sheepishly, "Sorry." The poor man got easily discouraged and depressed.

"It's fine, Bepo." Law waved him off, handing him the clipboard, taking the blue dressing gown from Bepo and handing it off to you before he stood. "I'll let you change while I wait outside."

"Thank you again, Law." You smile causing the doctor to pause.

"Your welcome, Y/n-ya." Law gave a hint of smile then closed the door behind him.

You released the breath that you didn't know you were holding. Just think of this as a regular doctors visit, Y/n. Don't make it weird. Law's not here to be ogled and drooled after. You mentally scolded yourself, feeling yourself growing flustered. He's doing his job. Get those fantasies out of your head!

Ugh, why did Jess slip that stupid doctor romance novel into your email this morning?! You know she did it on purpose.

Didn't help that it had you hooked when you found out of the male lead was a grumpy doctor. Who had you immediately think of Dr Heart Stealer himself.

Folding your clothes into the chair beside you on top of your folder and purse. You felt yourself shiver from the cold air in the room when you were completely naked, except for your fuzzy socks. You knew it would look stupid, but you knew the floor would be cold if you took them off. So you slipped on the hospital gown. Uh oh. How were you going to tie the back, if you can't see what your doing?

Okay, think about it as a bigger apron. That's all it is, yup... nope. Dammit.

You jumped as your heard another knock on the door. "Yes?" You sat down in your seat, on the white crinkly thin assed sheet of paper they always put on these seats. You knew it was for sanitary reasons, but you always hoped you never tore it.

"Y/n-ya? Are you decent?" Law asked.

"I.. uh.. I might need some help." You admitted, mentally groaning. "Can you help me, please?"

Law opened the door. "What's the matter?"

You pout and half turn while completely covering your ass, yet you felt the cold air hit your back. "I can't seem to tie it."

"Is that all?" He chuckled, step forward and slipping on new medical gloves. "I can always ask a female nurse to-"

You cut him off. "It's really no bother, Law."

"Alright." Law nods, slowly approaching as you fully turned and moved your hair out of the way. The man towers over you, reaches out, his inked hand hesitates before he helps you tying the hospital gown closed. His skilled fingers move with practiced easy. Gaze flickering down to your skin, noticing the map of goosebumps, It's from the cold in the room, he tells himself, even if, he secretly wished it was from him having such an affect on you.

With your back completely bare before him and being unable to see his transfixed and greedy stare as his cheeks warm and his heartbeats and thunders hard in his ears. He'd love nothing more than to trail feathery light kisses or his inked digits along the nape of your neck, press you closer into his chest and cause a new litter of goosebumps to pebble and rise.

God, Law doesn't know what he wants to do more. Hold you, tease you, kiss you or all three? Was this a bad idea or mistake having you as his new patient? A cute distraction that he didn't need. A temptation to test his patience as he forced himself to not act on impulse or his intrusive thoughts? Swallowing thickly, he lowered his hands. "There." He backed away to give you space as to not intimidate you. Law hoped you didn't think he was being a creep with how long it look him to tie the damned gown closed.

You fully turn and smile at him. "Thanks, Law."

"Your welcome, Y/n-ya." He meets your beautiful eyes. Once again, he found himself checking impulse after impulse with you, ignoring the yearning he felt or simply reach out to cup your face to run his inked thumb along the apple of your cheek.

Your gaze lowered dreamily to his lips. Would he taste like mint and coffee? Cinnamon, or spearmint?

There was another knock on the door, causing reality to come crashing back down, washing away the sexual tension and raw, burning haze from you both.

Yes, he's The Doctor and you as his new Patient.

Law's jaw clenches. "What is it?" He calls without glancing away from you before half turning to fully glare at whoever the hell was behind that goddamn door.

The door opens, Penguin peaks his head through and smiling sheepishly. "Sorry to disturb you but uh.... the newbies in training and interns are growing bored." His gaze flickers to you, his face and eyes brighten, apologetic smile turning smug. Oh, that's why Captains been fidgeting and antsy since he clocked in at 5am, secretly passing his office.

Law's heated glare turned seething, clicking his tongue. "Can't they follow simple orders or expect me to hold their hands?" Slipping his gloves off and throwing them in the trash as he storms towards the door, pauses and glances back at you from over his shoulder. "Excuse me, Y/N-ya." His face and angered expression softened a smidge, noticeable, but there.

"Don't worry." You wave your hand in a shooing gesture. "I'll be right here. "Don't be too harsh on 'em Doctor Law." You giggle.

Law nods again, giving his back to you. His eyes darken and his long legs making quick strides in Penguin's direction who immediately backs away to give his friend and boss more room. His inked hand tightens around the handle, the metal groans as he swung the door open, his frame taking up the full space as he goes off. "What the hell are you lot stranding around for? This is a hospital. A place of medicine and healing, not an amusement park or get away."

You hear apologies flying, feet shuffling at Law's command as if he's God himself.

"Sorry Doctor!"

"Right away, Sir!"

"But I already finished my task."

"It's my break, Doc." Someone complained. "Been working since last night."

Law's jaw continues to clench and grind. "I don't want to hear excuses," he growls, causing all of them to take in their boss' demeanor. Sure, Law's a crabby, stick in the mud and can bark out harsh and cold comments, but... The Surgeon of Death looks more angry and close to snapping.

It's like he's a man possessed by the devil himself.

Bepo looks worried.

Penguin huddled closer to Shachi, whispering in his ear that you are here. The pairs shoulders shake, trying to keep in their snickers. "Caps, gone full territorial mode."

Of course, Law heard that. "What was that?" A tick mark formed on the corner of his forehead. "Are you volunteering for Clinic Duty this morning, Shachi?" He tilts his head, voice dripping in venom. "How kind of you. Now hop to it."

Penguin and Shachi flinch. Their eyes widening, meeting cold, liquid silvers.

"But Cap, it's Pen's turn.." Shachi correctly.

Law's eyes narrows. "Did I stutter?"

Shachi shuts up and followed orders.

Being left along, you were left with your thoughts and observing. You were reminded of seeing him in his blue scrubs the first night you two met.

Law seemed like the kind of angry and grumpy doctor who rarely smiled or glares and barks orders, a gorgeous asshole with a coffee addiction, clearly overworked and an insomniac.

It makes sense, that he's grouchy.

You will admit that you felt a spark rush through you when your eyes connected with his stormy, smoldering silver eyes. They're beautiful and overpowering.

You think that's the first time you've been Law's stoic mask crack into a murderous glower. Dare you say his angry expression was cute? Watching from a distance, he looked like a tiger stalking his pray, it should make you feel unnerved and scared.

You can't pull your gaze away from the scene.

Then again, this is the first time you've seen Law in his element, his work place and stomping ground. The growl and authority dripping from his deep voice causes your thighs to press together, his shoulders are tense as his inked hand tightens around the door frame, muscles flexing underneath his inked skin.

His demeanor is more intimating. His agitation vibrates through the chill in the air conditioned room, causing goosebumps to rise and spread across your skin and your nipples hardened as you bite your lower lip. Sweet mother and Christ, scold me and command me like that Doctor Law and I'm all yours. You feel your face grow inflamed as you mentally scold yourself again. Dammit, go away, naughty thoughts, go away! You yell inside your head and mentally waving your arms, growing more embarrassed. Stupid Jess! Stupid raunchy Doctor romance novel! I blame you!

Hearing the door close, your straighten your shoulders and try to act as if you weren't mentally arguing with yourself and thinking something kinky about your new, hot Doctor.

Law lowers his frame back into his seat, scooting it closer as the wheels roll across the tiled floor. He releases a huff, shoulders relaxing as he runs an inked hand through his dark, unruly tresses. "Apologies, Y/n." This close, you can see the faint dark circles underneath his eyes, become more pronounced as it brings out the color of his bewitching liquid metal orbs.

You swallow around the lump in your throat, mouth feels dry. "Can I have some water, please?"

"Of course," Law nods, standing to his feet, walks out to the nurses station and comes back with a chilled bottle of water. "Are you alright?" Offering you the water with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yup, I'm fine." You take it and try to open it. Brows furrow as you try again. "What the hell?" Again, its not budging. "Did they glue this on or something?"

Law pressed his lips together to bite back a laugh. "Here, let me before you make a mess." He reaches out and gently, taking the plastic bottle into his hand, twisting it and like magic it opens with ease. Resealing it and handing it back to you, watching as you reach out and squeeze the offending plastic a bit too hard, not caring, if a few big, fat droplets fall and land on your thin hospital gown.

"What kind of bullshit is this?" You glare at the bottled water as you took a few gulps to quench your thirst. You blink, feeling yourself grow even more heated and re-screwing the cap. "Wow, these mood swings are seriously no joke. Oh, thank you by the way."

This time Law did laugh. "No problem, Y/n-ya." He cleared his throat while his shoulders shook as he grinned, it looks boyish and made him appear younger as he answered. "Loss of strength, hormonal changes, mood swings and fatigue are all normal during the first trimester."

"I can't exactly run to you every time I can't open a bottle of water Law." You replied, hand tightening around the bottle. "You are a busy guy. People need you."

"Yes, but I'm your doctor now and I always take good care of my patients. You are a top priority now, don't ever forget that Y/n-ya."

"Playing favorites now are we, Doctor Law?" You tease, leaning back down onto the table.

Law was tempted to say yes, but kept his mouth shut as he pulled the mini ultrasound machine closer.

He takes what looks to be a white vibrating wond, if you've ever seen one. Slipping a condom over it, opening a bottle of lube and smearing it on the device. "Now, I want you to guide this to the opening of your vagina and I'll do the rest." His tone is serious, he isn't joking.

Your eyes widen. "What?" Your face reddening.

------ End of Chapter 2 ------

💛 Chapter 1 - Coffee and Confessions

💛 Chapter 3 - Heartbeat

I know, I know, I'm late. I'm sorry! But I hope this makes up for it! The Cliff hanger was an impulse XD Gotta keep ya'll on your toes, don't I?

Happy Valentines Day, my peeps and Law!

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[zaahvi]

a little breakdown of the new mural:

the context: this is part of a quest named "regrets of the dread wolf" in which rook uses a wolf statuette to "restore" this damaged mural in the lighthouse. it's referred to as a "regret" and seems to echo a memory linked to the events shown in the mural

"[Solas'] history, along with the history of the other elven gods, is baked into the Lighthouse, and you learn more and more about the threat you face as you unlock Solas' murals with various wolf statues. You even get to see some of his memories firsthand." [source with timestamp]

first, the imagery:

these "star" symbols are the same as on the "death of a titan" mural from trespasser, and even have similar halos. there are three visible in the circle here, which itself is cracked and there's a beam of light coming from above, sort of mirroring the titan mural:

it's interesting that the beam of light is coming from above, and is hitting the circle at the bottom, illuminating the outline; it seems like the light itself is what "cracked" the circle? there's also light shining from above, and elgar'nan is looking up at it, so... maybe it's the sun? the halos around the hands are also reminiscent of the left figure on the titan mural.

for triangle symbolism enjoyers... there are triangles around the light beam a little further up 👀

this is also our first look at mythal <3 she had dark hair and her headpiece is silver like flemeth's, a nice contrast to the golden crown elgar'nan has! they're like the sun and moon...

elgar'nan appears to have silver hair here, much lighter than the dark greyish he seems to have in-game. i'm thinking that either the blight darkened it, solas painted it differently, OR that the lighting that we've seen him in so far just hasn't shown off the colour properly. on his robes there is a sun pattern on his shoulder :) the bottom of the robes seem greenish and has patterns similar to the lyrium veins(?) on the titan mural above, and now that i look at them side by side... he kinda looks like the figure on the left, doesn't he?

solas with hair real!!! and he has his signature wolf pelt :) he's standing among some kneeling elves, and, notably, none of them have vallaslin.

these leafless trees - usually used as symbols of mythal - are almost framing the piece. the blue coming from the cracked circle is also interesting: solas rarely uses blue apart from his murals inside skyhold, so maybe it means something? it could be lyrium, or the titans' power?

the story:

remembering the context: this is one of solas' old memories, and a "regret" of his. looking at the imagery and pairing it with the dialogue seen, the events portrayed become clear:

Elgar'nan: They need strength. Mythal: And wisdom. Elgar'nan: They need gods who can protect them. Solas: We are not gods. You will learn that.

this is the evanuris first declaring themselves gods, seemingly after whatever war the elves fought; possibly with the titans, judging by the hints in these murals.

elgar'nan and mythal came first, which lines up with the dalish legends. i'm very curious if they were actually a couple or if they were just paired together in legends because they were the first gods (like how falon'din and dirthamen were paired as twin brothers in dalish tales but had no familial connection in elvhen lore). and from what they say... using "they" to refer to the elves rather than "you", implies this was a private conversation, which leads me to believe that they did originally intend to protect the elves. for instance, if they'd said "you need gods who can protect you", that's a whole other story which could be clearly interpreted as installing themselves as rulers in order to gain power and oppress the people. but this? the elves need strength, and wisdom, and protection? it's our first real clue that the evanuris were not always tyrannical, and that is just so interesting! i am very excited to see the story of how they became corrupted 👀

solas has an interesting line here also. using "we" instead of "you"... there's a popular theory that solas was a spirit of wisdom who was asked by mythal to join her, as implied by these lines from cole:

"He did not want a body. But she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face." "Bare-faced but free, frolicking fighting, fierce. He wants to give wisdom, not orders."

so maybe solas was a general alongside the evanuris, and was clearly opposed to becoming a "god" like the rest of them. i find it interesting he doesn't have vallaslin on the mural here. the cole lines implied he had mythal's vallaslin, and i would've assumed he "burned it off" when he started his rebellion. the only thing i can think of is that the vallaslin may have originally acted as a spirit binding (like binding a spirit to a body) but if it could be removed then... idk.

finally, circling back that this is referred to as a "regret"... i suppose this is his regret of not having stopped them before everything that followed. and with regret mentioned as being one of the key themes of the game... aghh this is gonna be so good

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

THE ORIGINAL SIN 🐙 PORTGAS D ACE X STEPSIS! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 3: STEPCEST

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“You understand this is not ok, Ace?” “I don’t care, I need you… I’m desperate, (Name)”

In fact, Ace isn’t lying; he is truly desperate. Watching you come out of the jacuzzi, with that tiny bikini, made him severely needy. Watching your breasts bounce beautifully as the wind hit your wet body, made him even more thirsty.

Once; just once. That happened months ago… both drunk, after that party you shouldn’t have gone. Something that shouldn’t have happened, happened. Alcohol finally erased every limit, and the step siblings condition became non important. Since that very night, Ace hasn’t been able to stop lusting for you… and neither do you.

His hands surround your waist, both skins wet and warm getting colder with the breeze of a mountain night. Ace pulls you closer; it’s late, very late.

“Our parents will hear us, Ace” you whisper, looking at the cabin a few meters from where you are. However, your body can’t -and wont- walk away from his.

“They won’t, they are passed out sleeping…” he insists, of course he is not remotely sure, but nothing could beat the desire of touching, of devouring your whole being. Insides burn like a wildfire, like made of flames, when his lips crash against yours.

Ace kisses you with that type of kiss that leaves you both breathless, the type that forces him to moan and pant during it.

You can feel the bulge on his black swim shorts, the flames around the lower hem can only describe exactly how his crotch feels right now.

Craving more, he humps softly against your bikini bottom, like a dog even. “Come on…” he murmurs, in between panting and accelerated breathing.

You, who have lost all composure, and have surrendered to carnal instincts, follow your step brother like a moth to the fire…

You both run to a tiny, little cabin where the gardening and pool maintenance stuff is stored; an old mattress that is rarely used, only when someone else comes to your family vacation house, will be useful for the night. Two lovers, indulging in a sin that’s considered… unnatural, sick and even to some, twisted.

The moment Ace closes the door with a violent slam, he immediately attacks your breasts. Before he could even take off the wet triangles of fabric that were covering them, he enjoys how hard and protruding your nipples look underneath your bikini.

Index and middle finger placed on top of one of them, begin tracing circles that make you gasp. He knows, exactly, how you like it or maybe, he is just an expert…

Ace’s freckled cheeks turn red when you return the pleasuring favour, and as he keeps playing with your nipples, your hand slides down his bulge. A soft caress that goes up and down, sometimes rest on top of the hardest part of it… his tip, unequivocally, of course.

“Ngh…” he moans; Ace is definitely more than sensitive. A mere touch may be enough to make him cum.

“You like it… brother? Mhh?” you purr, with your lips sloppily touching his ear. The black wavy locks tickles your nose, and the scent of his skin sends you to heaven.

Ace’s hips swing the more you play with his sex, and tempted by such motion, your hand finally slides in between the wet shorts and his nudity. You grab his sex, right in between your fingers, and even though you were ready to start pumping, it is Ace who start fucking your hand… oh naughty, desperate boy ~

He is probably not aware, but he keeps going, feeling hugged by the warmth of your palm. And as he does, he finally moves your bikini top aside, exposing you completely to him… to his lips and tongue. Sucking and biting, with a hand that squeezes, and the other sliding down to untie the knot that holds your bikini bottom up, he slowly but surely makes you weaker and weaker.

“A-Ace…” you whine, once again, closer to his ear. It makes him go crazy, perhaps as much as your lips around his dick may.

“Yes… sister?” he indulges in such term, even though you don’t share blood tights, both were raised as if you did… and perhaps, it exactly is, what makes it even hotter for him, for you… how perverted, how dirty and forbidden this all is. You shiver.

Sister, yes, I am. And still, I want you to fuck me. I want you to use my body. I want you to touch, to lick, to taste, to even impregnate me.

“Fuck me, brother…” you plead. “Yes, my sweet sister” he insists, pushing you against the bare mattress.

Ace quickly takes his shorts off; fortunately, there is nothing but drops of the jacuzzi water on his chest. Abs that spasm, so well trained, with a sun kissed skin.

He kneels in between your legs, slapping them softly to the sides to spread them. Your muscles, trembling, sloppily fall to each side. A soft breeze cools your sex, wet because of your bikini bottoms but mostly from your fluids.

Your freckled step brother gloats at the image of your femininity blooming like a flower, deliciously dripping the sweet honeys of arousal.

He could have fingered you; he could have eaten you up… but he couldn’t resist as his twitching, precum drizzling dick, ached to be buried inside the warmth of your folds.

A flame burning hotter than the fire itself, calling him to get burnt in a much more twisted version of the original sin…

The first ram, and your arched back. The next one, and your toes curled. A third one, and your nails carved in the flesh of his back…

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “This is so wrong, brother…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “But we like it so much, sister…”

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[uwmspeccoll]

Decorative Sunday

The Warli are an indigenous tribe of western India, living in the mountain and coastal areas along the Maharashtra-Gujarat border north of Mumbai. Their artistic traditions date back 5000 years, with patterns of circles, triangles, and squares that accrete to form dynamic natural forms like expressive, fluid pictograms. Today, these patterns may be found on the walls and floors of both domestic and community spaces in Warli communities.

In The Deep, a limited-edition, hand-bound book, silkscreen-printed by hand on recycled cotton paper with unique cover marbling, and published in Chennai, India by Tara Books in 2020, the brothers Mayur and Tushar Vayeda adapt the Warli style of their community to present the dynamic relationships between human habitation and the depths of the sea. The text by Arun and Gita Wolf is derived from an oral narrative by the Vayeda brothers.

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[meadowfics]

costs of winning

hwang jun ho x f!detective!reader

warnings: angst. some of the canon plot is changed but nothing too much. sibling death mentions but it is not about the hwang brothers.

you sit at your desk, fingers tracing the rim of your coffee mug, the precinct noises around you are like a hive you can’t quite tune out. phones ring, voices overlap, papers rustle…it’s all background noise to the storm brewing in your head. 

your eyes drift to the photo on your corkboard: you and junho caught mid-laugh on a rooftop last summer. your man’s arms are around you, his smile bright and easy for a rare moment of peace. 

together for over a year now, and he’s still your anchor, the one thing keeping you tethered to this life you’ve built.

he doesn’t know about the shadows and trauma you carry, and you’ve fought hard to keep it that way.

lately, though, he’s been off. 

ever since his brother, in-ho, went missing two weeks ago, junho’s been fraying at the edges with a consumed mine. you get it. you’d do the same for someone you loved. so when your phone buzzes and his name lights up the screen, you feel a flicker of hope. 

“i got a lead,” the text says, “i am meeting a guy who might know something about in-ho. i’ll call you later, love you.” 

your chest lifts a little. maybe this is it, the break he needs. 

you want him to find peace again, to pull himself out of this spiral. 

you text back a quick “good luck,” and for a moment, you let yourself believe it’ll be okay.

it is hours later, you’re home, curled on the couch with a book you’re not really reading, when the door swings open. junho steps in, his face a mix of exhaustion and something else…something urgent.

he’s holding a small card in his hand, edges worn like it’s been passed around too many times. 

“y/n,” he says, voice low, and there’s a tremor in it that makes your stomach clench. 

“you need to see this.”

he sits beside you, close enough that you feel the heat of him, and hands you the card. your eyes scan it— with a simple design, a circle, a triangle, a square. your heart stutters, then nearly stops. 

you know this. 

you’ve held one just like it years ago when you were eighteen and desperate and stupid enough to step into the squid game. the memory hits like a punch: the weight of that card, the cold voice on the phone, the blood that followed. 

you won against all odds and against stronger and wiser players. you walked away with 45.6 billion dollars you’ve never touched once since it hit your account. 

yes, you are a billionaire detective hiding in plain sight, pretending the past doesn’t still wake you up at night.

“a guy named gi-hun brought this to the station and the guy he gave it to eventually gave it to me after i told him about gi hun being just a family friend,” junho says, and his words come out slow, like he’s trying to keep them steady but can’t. there’s a silent panic threading through his voice, a crack he’s fighting to hide. 

“he wouldn’t say much… before eventually saying that he just made everything up. i do not believe him ,y/n. that man knows something about inho.” your boyfriend’s eyes search yours, pleading for you to make sense of it, but all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears.

your fingers tighten around the card, the edges biting into your skin. you force your face to stay calm, but inside, you’re unraveling. the games. in-ho. it’s all connected, and junho’s too close.

“this… this could be it,” he says, and that quiet desperation in his tone twists the knife deeper. 

“he’s alive, y/n. i can feel it.” he’s looking at you like you’re his rock, like you’ll help him chase this lead to the end.

you can’t…not when the end might be a mirror held up to your own scarred soul.

“yeah,” you manage, voice barely above a whisper. 

“it’s a start.” you set the card down on the coffee table, hands trembling just enough that you hope he doesn’t notice. 

“we’ll figure it out together, okay?” it’s a lie, and it tastes like ash, but you need him to stop and to back off because if he keeps digging, he won’t just find in-ho…he’ll find you, the girl who survived, the girl who won, the girl he’ll never look at the same way again.

what will happen if he figures he out? you believe that he will fall out of love with you. he fell in love with the detective, you believe, not the traumatized woman who still has scars from her late childhood.

junho nods, leaning into you, his head resting against your shoulder. you wrap an arm around him, holding tight, but all you can see is that damn card staring back at you. the past isn’t gone. it’s here, in your living room, in the shake of junho’s voice, in the ghost of gi-hun’s presence. your nightmares are waking up and this time you’re not sure you can outrun them.

three days later you’re pacing the length of your apartment, the hardwood floor creaking under your restless steps. your hands twist together, nails digging into your palms as your mind spins out of control. 

it has been three days. seventy-two agonizing hours since junho disappeared…no calls, no texts, not even a whisper of where he might be. your phone sits on the kitchen counter, its blank screen taunting you, a silent sentinel of your growing dread. 

every creak of the building, every hum of traffic outside, sends your heart lurching into your throat. you can’t shake the thought clawing at you: the guards got him. you’ve seen them in action before… those faceless enforcers in pink jumpsuits, cold and mechanical, snuffing out lives like candles in a storm. 

they don’t hesitate, and definitely don’t negotiate. if they found him snooping too close to the truth, he’s gone. 

somehow, you think that it’s your fault. 

you should’ve stopped him, should’ve told him everything when gi-hun dropped that damn card at your police station to the receptionist officer.

your breath hitches, and you press a hand to your chest, trying to steady yourself. you can’t lose junho. you cannot not the man who’s been your lifeline for over a year, the one who pulls you back when the nightmares creep in. you stumble to the couch, sinking into it, and stare at the photo on the coffee table: you and him at the beach last spring, his arm slung around your shoulders, his grin wide and unguarded. 

you’d laughed that day, really laughed, for the first time in years. he doesn’t know what you carry… referring to the 45.6 billion dollars of blood money stashed away, a past so dark you’ve spent a decade burying it. 

now it’s unraveling, and he’s caught in the threads and in the middle of whatever you had and whatever his brother has going on and why he is missing.

you grab your phone and dial your supervisor, your voice trembling as you speak. 

“it’s about junho. he’s missing and i need time off… i have to find him.” there’s a pause on the other end, then a gruff, “take what you need. we want him back too.” 

relief floods you over the approved leave of absence, tinged with guilt. they don’t know why you’re so desperate, don’t know the stakes. junho’s one of their best officers who is sharp, relentless, a cornerstone of the precinct. 

to you as one of the main detectives, he’s more. he’s home. 

you hang up, grab your coat, and head out into the city, chasing shadows of leads gi-hun and in-ho left behind. that card…circle, triangle, square…burns in your pocket like a brand. you know where it points. the island. the games. the hell you escaped at eighteen. 

your past has swallowed junho, and you’re the only one who can pull him out.

meanwhile, on that cursed island, junho sits hunched in a dark, claustrophobic office, the air heavy with whiskey and dust. he’s disguised as a guard…pink jumpsuit, mask pulled low, a stolen ID clipped to his chest. 

how he got this far, he’s not sure. desperation and dumb luck, maybe. your man’s hands shake as he rifles through a drawer, pulling out a thick, leather-bound book. the cover’s worn, edges frayed, but the title is clear: “winners.” 

junho’s breath catches as he flips it open, hoping that his brother is not dead by scanning the names and years etched in precise, clinical handwriting. 

he’s looking for in-ho, his brother, the reason he’s here. the younger hwang brother’s eyes snag on 2015: hwang in-ho. player 132

junho’s pulse spikes, a sharp, jagged thing. in-ho won? he’s alive? the realization crashes over him like a wave with panic, hope, confusion all tangled together.inho survived the games, walked away with the prize so where is he now? why did he disappear?

before he can process it, his fingers move down to one year forward.. 2016..and the world tilts. 

your name. 

y/n l/n. player 404. 

that name is printed right there, stark and undeniable underneath his brothers name. he stares at it, a very light shaky laugh slipping out. 

“no way,” he mutters to himself with the flashlight still in his mouth flashing at the paper, voice barely audible in the stifling room. it’s a coincidence, right? some other y/n, some other girl with your name. 

it’s funny, almost except it’s not. the unease gnaws at him, and he stumbles across another black binder book in the drawer, this one labeled 

“2016: records.” 

somehow, he needed confirmation that it was another girl with your name. you would’ve told him about this if you played the games, right? junho’s hands tremble as he opens it, flipping to the winner’s page, and there is your picture on the top right corner.

your face. you were eighteen years old, frozen in a grainy photograph. your eyes are wide, shadowed with something hollow, your lips pressed into a thin line. it’s you…undeniably, impossibly you but younger. 

junho’s stomach plummets, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. he scans the details, each line hitting him like a blow. your birthday, your height, your old address before you moved in with him… all the things he knows by heart from lazy mornings talks. 

however, there is the stuff he doesn’t know about in your descriptions on the paper below: 

“age: eighteen. birthdate 1/1/1994

status of family: deceased. 

debt: funeral expenses, 87 million won.

other notes: juvenile delinquent status as a minor due to thief. the charges were cleared from her record after she turned of age.” 

junho’s chest aches, a deep, splintering pain. what the fuck? you were a kid, drowning in grief and bills, and you walked into that nightmare. 

somehow you won and you survived since you would’ve been dead if you didn’t win any of those games.

he sinks back on the wall while sitting on the floor. the book slipping onto the floor with a dull thud. you knew. this whole time, when gi-hun showed up to the police station with that card, when he rambled about islands and games, you knew exactly what he meant. you’d lived it. 

junho’s mind reels, images flashing of your soft smile when you bring coffee to the precinct, the way you linger with scared juveniles, coaxing them out of their shells. you’re gentle, steady, the woman he loves. this? this is a stranger staring back at him from the page, a girl who outlasted blood and betrayal to claim a fortune she never spent.

why didn’t you tell him about this? why did you put him in this situation knowing that you could have helped him?

junho’s hands shake as he pulls out his phone, snapping photos of the page with your picture, your stats, the damning proof. he can’t stop trembling, a mix of shock and something softer cutting through the haze. he’s not angry yet, not fully. 

he’s heartbroken. you’ve been carrying this alone, hiding it behind every touch, every kiss. were you okay? did this environment break you? it had to in some way, sicne you went from being a juvenile offender to becoming a detective after having death on your front-porch. 

he’s seen the games now as he snuck into the shadows as a guard, watched the players scramble and die in twisted, colorful arenas. he was tasked to clean them up as a circle guard, and saw how these bodies were robbed of their organs and taken to be sold. 

how the hell did you survive that? you, with your quiet laugh and your habit of fussing over wanting to take the stray cats, from behind the station, back home.

it doesn’t fit. none of it fits.

yes, you were a badass detective. an extremely smart one actually, but you were not cruel.

the gears in his mind clicked suddenly. your record said you were a juvenile before the games… you were eighteen when you signed up, and still eighteen when you won. that’s why you’re so good with the kids at work, why you fight so hard for them. you were one of those juvenile ‘badass’ teenagers once, scared and desperate, backed into a corner with no way out. 

he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling a shaky breath. he’s not sure what he feels…betrayal stings, sure, but it’s drowned out by worry, by the need to know you’re still you under all this.

junho shoves the phone back into his pocket, the weight of it grounding him. he has to get out of here and has to make it off this island alive so he can see you, confront you, hold you, something. he adjusts his mask, slips the books back into the drawer, and steps into the hallway, the hum of the games vibrating through the walls. 

he’s seen enough with red light, green light and the other games that required bodies dropping. he couldn’t imagine you in that, but you were and he needs to know why you never told him and what it cost you to keep it locked away. 

as he runs to hide from the frontman finding him… his heart hammers with one desperate hope: he’ll make it back to you. he has to somehow because whatever this truth means, he’s not ready to let you go.

you’re jolted awake by your phone vibrating on the nightstand, the screen glowing in the dark. it’s junho’s mother, her voice frantic and broken through the line. 

“they found him,” she says, and your heart leaps until she adds, “he wa-was shot. in the sea. he’s at seoul hospital.” the words hit you like a fist, nausea surging up your throat. shot. in the sea. 

you barely manage a choked “i’m coming” before you’re out of bed, fumbling for your keys, your mind racing. the guards…they had to be the ones who did this. you’d feared it for days, ever since he vanished, ever since you realized he’d gone to that damn island. 

you’re shaking as you drive, the city lights blurring past, your stomach churning with dread and guilt. 

you should’ve told him and you should’ve stopped him.

when you burst into the hospital room, the sterile smell of antiseptic stings your nose. there he is…junho, pale and fragile in the bed, tubes snaking from his arm, a bandage wrapped tight around his shoulder. junho’s eyes flutter open, and relief crashes over you so hard you nearly collapse. 

you rush to his side, tears burning as you reach for him. his hand lifts weakly, fingers brushing yours, and you clasp it gently, afraid he might break. 

“are you okay?” you whisper, voice trembling. he looks at you, his gaze clouded with pain and something else…something heavy. he doesn’t answer, just squeezes your hand, and you sit there, holding on, the silence thick between you.

days later, he’s discharged, and you bring him home, hovering like he might vanish again but he’s different now…quiet, distant, and his smiles forced. you catch him staring out the window sometimes, lost in thoughts he won’t share. 

you ask once, softly, “did you find in-ho?” hoping it was not a bad time to ask.

he nods, his jaw tight. 

“yes.” you wait for more, but he doesn’t offer it, and you don’t push. you’ve never pushed him. still, the weight of what he’s hiding presses on you, a mirror to the secrets you’ve kept.

it all unravels one night, weeks later. 

you’re on the couch, a half-empty bottle of soju between you, the room dim and warm. he starts talking about his childhood with some silly story about him and in-ho stealing fruit from a neighbor’s tree, laughing until they got caught. this is the first time that junho has spoken more than six words in weeks. 

you smile, leaning into the nostalgia, and then he turns it on you. 

“what about you? what was it like growing up?” his voice is casual, but there’s an edge to it, a thread you don’t catch until it’s too late. 

you shrug, mumbling something vague about school, but he doesn’t let it drop. 

he shifts, sitting up straighter, his eyes locking onto yours. 

“y/n…why aren’t you telling me?”

your heart stumbles. 

“telling you what?” you ask, but it’s weak, a flimsy shield. 

he knows your secrets and you can see it in the way his face hardens, the hurt flickering behind his eyes.

“about the games,” he says, voice low and sharp. 

“i found the records, y/n. when i was on the island, sneaking around, hiding from the frontman. your name. your picture. 2016.” 

your stomach plummets, the air sucked out of the room. he’s upset now, his words spilling faster, louder. 

“you went through all of that, those fucking games, and you didn’t tell me or tell the police? not once?”

tears prick your eyes, hot and sudden, and you can’t stop them from falling. 

“junho, i—” your voice breaks, and you cover your face, the dam bursting. it’s too much…the memories, the shame, the weight of it all crashing down in this moment. he’s staring at you, waiting, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

you take a ragged breath, forcing the words out. 

“i lost everything. my little brother and sister…they died in the sewol ferry and i was suppose– supposed to– fuck i can’t blame myself!! but my mom… she couldn’t take it. she ended her life a month later because her and i could’ve gone out to the sea and save them. i was alone, junho. i was seventeen and miserable, stealing food just to eat. everyone hated me and spat at me, called me every bad name under the sun, except this one man. the recruiter… he was nice to me and found me in an alley, handed me that card, said it could fix everything.”

you’re sobbing now, the story pouring out like poison as you clutched onto your long sleeve sweater. 

“i went to the games. i didn’t know what else to do. i played red light, green light, tug-of-war, marbles monkey-bars…all of it. i saw people die, people i knew, and i kept going. the last game… it was me and this guy that i got along with. he had to kill his own brother in the marbles game to win. he couldn’t live with it and as we stood out in the pouring rain for that last game he turned the knife on himself, and i just stood there, the last one left. i won because he couldn’t bear it. i wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t…” 

you choke on the words, anger flaring through the grief. 

“i got the 45.6 billion won, it is in my account but and i hate it. i only touched it once…to pay for school and to become an officer. fuck junho i just i wanted to be normal and to forget which is why i never told you.”

junho’s crying too now, silent tears streaking his face as he listens. he reaches for you, but hesitates, his hands hovering. 

“i saw it,” he says, voice raw. 

“on the island. i saw the games, the bodies, the way they treat people like pawns. i found in-ho… babe, h-he is the one in charge. the frontman, y/n. he shot me in the shoulder, pushed me off a cliff into the sea. i thought i was dead.” 

he swallows hard, the memory cutting him open. 

“i got out, barely. i do not know where he is but i bet he is on the island pretending that i never existed.”

the room feels smaller, the air heavy with shared pain. you crawl into his arms, and he pulls you close, both of you trembling, clinging to each other like lifelines. 

“the world’s so cruel,” you whisper against his chest, your tears soaking his shirt. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i thought if you knew where in-ho might be, if i’d warned you…he wouldn’t have shot you. you wouldn’t have—”

“stop,” he cuts you off, his voice firm despite the crack in it. 

“i’d have gone anyway. i needed to find him. it’s not your fault.” his arms tighten around you, his breath warm against your hair.

you pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your hands gripping his shirt. 

“promise me something,” you say, voice shaking but resolute. 

“promise me we won’t go back there. not to that island, not to those games. we can’t forget it, i know that, but we have to stay away from there. please.”

he looks at you, conflict flickering in his red-rimmed eyes. junho’s jaw clenches, and for a moment, you think he might refuse, that the pull of vengeance or closure might be too strong. 

however, he exhales, a shuddering breath, and nods. 

“i promise,” he whispers, pulling you back into him, his hold fierce and unyielding. 

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Shadow and Sin: Final Chapter

Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Having recently moved to New Orleans, you become intimately acquainted with both Mikaelson brothers, but don't find out who they truly are until it's too late.

This Chapter: You wake up and make your choice.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood Drinking, Near Death Experiences, Love Triangle, Witchcraft, Kissing, Crying, Fear, Angst, Manipulation

Word Count: 4.4k+

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Klaus stands over your and Elijah’s bodies as he swallows the last few drops of your blood, relishing in the decadent flavor he only got a small taste of before. It’s rich and sweet, with notes of raspberries and dark chocolate, triggering his taste buds like nothing else has in over a thousand years. Draining you of this delectable elixir was what he thought he wanted most in that moment, what he believed you deserved after betraying him with none other than his own brother, his own flesh and blood behind his back. But he still can’t deny the dueling streams of tears now crystallizing on his cheeks as his sorrow dries in the aching aftermath of what he’s done.

Time always seemed to prove that everyone in his life preferred his noble brother over him; his own mother and father, his siblings, Marcellus, and now you. Even under the ancient power of a witch’s curse, he still couldn’t manage to measure up to the timeless charms of the great Elijah Mikaelson. For once in his life, he thought he had something special, a bond that transcended beauty and pheromones, one with room to embrace each other on a level he never quite had the strength to embrace in himself. If all that was a lie, if what you felt for him was nothing more than a slew of Latin incantations over a few candles in a warehouse, then he had no other choice but to make you feel the gut-wrenching pain that you caused him in return.

“Look what you made me do.” He mutters before looking down at your lifeless body, your hand still somehow reaching out toward Elijah’s even in death. The image alone is almost enough to make him feel terrible for what he did to you, for reacting as if this was all your fault, but he pushes that feeling of guilt down to the very pit of his stomach.

He’ll have plenty of time to feel bad when this is all over.

“Alright witch, show’s over… although I do hope you enjoyed it.” Klaus calls out to her with a smirk as the remainder of your coagulated blood begins to dry onto his chin. “Come on now, I can already smell your fear.” He disguises his regret by ignoring the two of you on the floor in an attempt to step outside of the circle, but is met with an invisible barrier, halting him in place.

It’s still up. But how can that be?

“Alright, she’s obviously made her choice, now let me go,” he bargains, lowering his voice to that deep, gravelly tone. “Perhaps you and I can make a deal.”

“Has she, now?” The witch appears out of nowhere, revealing that she’s been watching this entire time behind a complex cloaking spell. “Or did you take your anger and paranoia out on her before she had a chance to make a real choice, completing your own self-sabotaging prophecy?”

“Ah, you think that you know me, is that it?” He leans in as close to the boundary as her magic allows him, his heart pumping his own supernatural level of adrenaline through his veins, priming him for what’s to come. “Tell me love, have I wronged you somehow in the past? Obliterated some of your ancestors, massacred members of your coven? Or perhaps it’s more personal than that? Maybe I turned someone you love into a vampire, cutting them off from their magic entirely? A boyfriend or girlfriend, perhaps?”

“How did it feel?” She immediately deflects with a grin, casually walking around the circle as he follows her like a caged animal waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “To connect with someone on such a deep and emotional level before having them ripped away from you in an instant? And not just by some random guy off the street either, but by your very own brother?” She laughs, getting a little bit closer to the circle that ensnares him. “I can’t imagine the pits of despair that kind of betrayal would send someone to.”

Klaus nods at her words, silently acknowledging his hurt as if his actions hadn’t already made that abundantly clear. He’d been betrayed by his siblings a handful of times over the centuries, but nothing up until now had cut quite as deep as this, no matter how he tries to reframe it in his mind.

“It’s a clever plan, I’ll give you that.” Klaus forces a laugh, studying the witch as she slowly encircles him. “But not your best one, not even by half. Did you really think that you could usher in the demise of the Mikaelsons with something as trivial as this? Tear us apart over the life of some silly human girl when we’ve already performed this song and dance on our own for centuries? I mean, I’ve killed so many of their lovers in the past that I’ve honestly lost count decades ago. And I’ve certainly daggered them for much less, so as you can see, little witch, we don’t need your help.”

“No?” She stops walking and turns to face him, tilting her head with a glint of madness in her eyes. “You could have fooled me. You’ve left quite the bloody trail of destruction in the wake of your little temper tantrum, just like I knew you would.”

“As soon as this barrier breaks, and it will,” Klaus places his palms against the invisible wall between them. “I’m going to enjoy making you pay for this pathetic little attempt at a regime change. In fact, I'm going to take my time tearing you limb from limb so that even the alligators in the bayou will have trouble determining which body parts of yours they’re devouring.”

“And you said you didn’t need my help.” She laughs, looking back at you and Elijah. “Seems like I struck a nerve. And it won’t break, actually. The poor girl never made her choice, so it looks like the three of you are stuck there indefinitely.” The witch crosses her arms over her chest and takes a step back, keeping her eyes on Klaus until she reaches her collection of magical objects. “Pity.”

“Well not yet, she hasn’t, no.” He glances back as Elijah begins to stir, healing from his temporary injury just in time like he knew he would. “But I’ve learned that patience is a virtue.”

Elijah slowly comes to, blinking himself back into the realm of the living as his fingers just barely touch yours, twitching back to life while Klaus’ muffled voice echoes off in the distance. He attempts to hold your hand as he sits up next to you, feeling the cold grip of death stealing the very warmth from your body as he notices the bite mark Klaus had left on your neck.

“Oh, no, Niklaus,” he whispers under his breath as his horror stifles it, carefully gathering your limp body into his arms. This was his fault, all of it. If only he had caught onto the jealous expression in his brother’s eyes when he smelled you on his clothing that day, if only he had enough self control to leave you to your own devices after saving you from his men, then maybe you wouldn’t have ended up like this. “No.” He thinks of everything else he could have done to prevent this, to sideline his brother and stop his anger from getting the best of him like it always does, but realizes that it’s too late for any of that now. “You didn’t...”

He did.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, brother. This isn’t the first time I’ve thwarted one of your romantic endeavors, and I highly doubt it will be the last.” Klaus keeps his eyes on the witch as he speaks to Elijah, his tone more jovial than ever.

“How could you?” His eyes glisten with remorse as his bottom lip quivers, the loss of your life weighing him down like an anchor, pulling him deeper into the waters of his despair. “She isn’t just mine, Niklaus. She was yours, too. She’s ours, she’s… my god.”

Your eyes spring open as your previous dreamlike state phases back into reality, taking your first new breath into this world, surprised at being thrust back into your body so quickly after walking through the ethereal glow of the afterlife. It was a beautiful and peaceful place, so unlike this world that you wanted to return as quickly as possible, but you get the feeling that the arms holding you close won’t allow that. Images of a long hallway and doors of different colors linger in your memory as you try to make sense of your new surroundings, figuring out what could have pulled you from the world beyond. What time is it? Where are you? Are you still dreaming? Where did the hallway go? Is Klaus still holding you, or…? No, that’s Elijah. It definitely smells like Elijah.

Your memory quickly returns to you in vibrant flashes of color and sound, blank spaces of lost time slowly filling in with truths that had previously been hidden from your mind’s eye. That night in the voodoo shop replays in your head, extending past the point of your original recollection, revealing that Klaus had threatened to kill Marie and her family if she spoke to you anymore just before compelling you to forget their entire conversation. He had also ensured that you didn’t fear him based on her reaction to his sudden presence, or based on the cards she had dealt you.

He was the King of Swords in reverse, and you had almost figured it out, but he made sure that you would never go any further in your pursuit for answers on the matter. Surprisingly enough though, he never had to compel you after that, his confession to you in the hospital holding at least half a truth. How much of your actions after that were a result of your genuine attraction to him versus the effects of the spell were still too difficult to decipher. Perhaps you’ll never know.

Elijah’s part in this whole plot feels less ominous, revealing that he only compelled you not to worry about your brother after the attack. You can hear him telling Austin to run home and forget that any of this ever happened, that you’d be safe going home with him. It’s surreal seeing flashes of your brother’s face go blank with immediate compliance, obeying the commands of someone he claimed to hate so passionately without an ounce of hesitation. It’s almost as surreal as watching Klaus and Elijah argue about you while you hovered over your own body for what seemed like an eternity.

Elijah’s tearful face slowly comes into focus as his grip on your waist and shoulders tightens. Once he feels you come back to life in his arms, a joyful sob gets caught in his throat as he hugs you in a desperate embrace, his heart pounding in his chest against yours. It takes everything he has to release you from his grasp, sitting you up to look at you as if you’re the most prized possession on the planet.

You stare back at him blankly, the amount of blood loss cramping your muscles and dizzying your head as you try not to mourn the spiritual journey he had ripped you from. Maybe it’s better that you came back. And at least he isn’t mad at you.

“Little Lotte, I thought I’d lost you.” Elijah grounds you in this world with kisses to your lips and forehead, almost as if to make sure that you still feel the same way against his skin as he strokes your hair.

“There now, see?” Klaus taunts from the other end of the circle, the both of you almost forgetting he’s still in there with you. “She’s right as rain. Nothing to fret over.”

“You forced her into transition.” Elijah states, glaring up at his brother before looking down at you solemnly, wiping the tears from his eyes and the blood from your freshly healed wound.

“Transition?” What is he talking about? And why is he looking at you like THAT?! You look into those charcoal eyes of his as they glisten with grief, morbidly reflecting the glowing candlelight surrounding all three of you. “What does that mean, transition?”

“It means that you died with vampire blood in your system,” he begins to explain as he holds you close. “Forcing you to turn into one of us if you choose to feed on human blood.”

I’m sorry, WHAT?

You give him a puzzled look. You can barely cope with the fact that a witch had cast this spell on all three of you, let alone that it maddened one of them enough to suck you dry until you took your very last breath. But now they’re telling you that you have to drink human blood if you want to survive, if you want to become one of them? You can’t help but stay silent as the gravity of your situation sinks in, weighing the pros and cons of your new dilemma as you enjoy being held by Elijah, quite possibly, for the very last time.

“Yes, well forgive me, but while our paramour was having some trouble choosing, I decided to give her a little boost. With both of our blood in her system…” Klaus trails off, waiting for the truth to sink in.

“Wait a minute, both?” You chime in, looking up at him as the evidence of your demise still stains his lips and chin. “But I only drank from Elijah.”

“Oh, I put a good amount of my blood in your coffee this morning, love. It was meant to protect you from any harm that may befall you, but it certainly serves this purpose just as well. This way I know that your body has already chosen a sire, already taken on the heavy burden of making the decision for you, which means…” He runs out of the circle and grabs onto the witch’s throat with a smirk, relishing in the look of sheer terror in her eyes.

“The boundary’s down.” Elijah whispers again, gathering you into his arms like he did the very first night you spent together, lifting you up as he stands to his feet.

“Exactly.” A maniacal grin tugs at Klaus’ lips before he shoves his hand inside the witch’s chest cavity, the sound of her ribs breaking so much louder than you thought it would be as it rings in your ears, painfully ricocheting off the inside of your skull.

You go to cover your ears to dull the sound, but instead choose to wrap your arms around Elijah’s neck as he whisks you out of the warehouse, putting as much distance between you and the witch as possible as her screams echo off the previously calm waters of the Mississippi River.

———————

In very little time, Elijah manages to take you past your apartment, bringing you to an estate in the middle of the French quarter, carrying you up a flight of stairs to an elaborately decorated bedroom before placing you in bed. A part of you wonders if it’s his bed that he’s laying you in, if he’ll eventually lay down next to you and stroke your hair until you fall asleep, but instead he pulls the sheets up close to your chest, noticing the blood on your clothes as it dries a dark shade of brown.

So much for that thought.

“You should be safe here. You can rest while I go and get something for you to drink.” He has the courtesy of disguising the morbid truth with his sophisticated turn of phrase as he stares at you with vacant eyes, realizing what you’d feared to be true.

You can already see his expression begin to change, feel his affection as it slips away, sense his love for you fading with each passing moment as the magic spell wears off just like the wretched witch had promised you it would. But why did it have to be him? Why did it have to happen so fast? Why did this spell, this curse have to force him into giving you hope by pursuing you, by challenging you intellectually and telling you everything you wanted to hear? Why did he have to pleasure you in ways you never thought possible all while making you feel safe, cherished and cared for? Why couldn’t you have fallen for someone normal without your whole world being upended in the aftermath?

“I chose you, Elijah.” You decide to tell him anyways, your palm finding familiarity on his cheek one last time as his jaw clenches with a pained sense of guilt.

“I know.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes it affectionately before placing it back onto your chest with a sobering look. “I’m sorry.” He turns away and looks down at his feet for a moment, then up at the ceiling, blinking a few times to stave off the recurring onset of remorse. “Perhaps it’s better this way. To lose the favor of my brother would be a much worse fate, although it wasn’t my intention for any of this to happen to you.”

A palpable silence creeps into the room, blanketing you both in the loss of what was in a thick and sickly feeling of unease until it finally becomes too much for you to bear.

“I know.” You whisper with a pained smile, your stomach churning with growing despair as hot tears stream down your face and onto the expensive silk pillow.

“Regardless, you still need to feed; but I understand if you don’t want to, considering everything you’ve been through tonight.” He expels a deep, heavy sigh, making sure not to look back at you before standing up and walking over to the door. “I’ll gather some of my sister’s clothing for you to wear while you consider your options.”

———————-

After hours of incessant sobbing and countless rounds of tossing and turning, you hear Klaus open your door without knocking, lazily leaning against the doorframe of your temporary bedroom. He flicks on the light and stands there silently, calmly watching you ignore him beneath the sheets until you finally turn and acknowledge him with a heated glare.

Is he here to hurt you again? To finish the job? To make you feel even more guilty than you already do for what happened? Like that’s even possible...

“I know I may be the last person you want to see right now, that we all needed a cool down period after what happened, especially me, but Elijah told me you aren’t drinking what he brought you.” He motions toward the full bag of blood on your bedside table, unopened and nearly coagulating by now. “You need to feed if you want to survive the day.”

“What do you care?” You roll over onto your other side, turning away from him just as quickly. “You practically killed me, anyways.”

“Killed you? Love, I saved you, I set you free! Have you not been paying attention?” He enters the room and walks over to the side of the bed that you’re facing, firmly planting himself on top of the covers next to where you lay. “I realize you may think I was a bit rash back in the warehouse, but Elijah would never have allowed me to free you from those shackles of compassion. To break the bond of the blind stewardship you feel toward your fellow man that landed you in a profession where you’re constantly belittled, degraded and discounted, wiping the filth off the arses of the ungrateful and untamed. When I drank from you, I saw it all… the rage you so beautifully depict in your paintings, the anger you choke down every time you speak to an entitled patient, the violence you keep at bay whenever a man looks at you the wrong way. It’s all there just brewing beneath the surface.” He reaches out and grazes his fingertips over your neck as you quickly pull back in fear. “I merely removed the filter that held you back.”

You push up onto your elbows, looking at him as if to determine if what he’s saying is actually true. Has the spell worn off enough to erase his urge to completely destroy you? Has it washed away the jealous rage that nearly put you into an early grave, or is this just another one of his moods, one of his personalities you’ll have to adapt to if you want to keep your head on its shoulders? “That was part of your plan?”

“You don’t live a thousand years as a vampire without learning a thing or two about death and its many loopholes.” He smirks. “This isn’t the first time a witch has tried to ensnare me and my family, but this one just so happened to make a mistake with her spell. She had counted solely on my rage to destroy you and turn my brother against me in the process, but beneath all the magic she imbued upon us, my desire to make you a vampire ultimately won out. I knew you’d drink that coffee I brought you, and after I saw you drink from Elijah so eagerly, well, it gave me free reign to make her think it was curtains for you.”

“So you killed me? Do you know how fucking scary that was?!” Is he serious?

“Oh, don’t be cross, love. The witch wanted blood, so I had to give it to her, just not in the way she expected… right before I ripped her heart out and ate it in front of her dying eyes for what she did to all three of us.”

Your own eyes widen as he describes his actions while you try your best to see things from his oddly optimistic point of view.

At least he isn’t trying to murder you anymore.

“What I’m trying to say is that I knew I wanted to turn you from the very first moment I saw you, witch’s curse or no. You have the potential to be powerful, fierce and terrible by my side if you’d only let me teach you how. You wouldn’t have to worry about trivial things like money, food or a job for the rest of your long life. I could show you the world, we could paint portraits and landscapes in every corner of the world: Paris, Tokyo, Berlin, Costa Rica, anywhere you want to go, I’ll take you there. But first you have to drink.”

He brings a mug of warm blood up to your face that you didn’t even notice he was holding this entire time, surprising you for the umpteenth time today.

“And if I do… and I turn into a vampire, I just have to deal with Elijah being here this whole time? For all eternity?” You turn your head and glance toward the door. “I don’t know if I can deal with that on a daily basis, I mean, you guys both live here, right?”

Klaus smirks. “What you feel for Elijah will pass, no matter what that decrepit old witch told you, and I could simply compel you to forget your romantic feelings for him if you’d like, make it simple. Or I could just dagger him for the first few years, keep him locked away in a box so he won’t bother you, then by the time you’ve honed all your new skills, I’ll let you pull the blade out yourself if you so choose.”

He scoots in closer as you take the mug into your hands, watching as you blow on the warm, viscous liquid before bringing it up to your mouth. That smirk of his curls into a grin as he touches the bottom of the mug with his fingers just enough to tip it toward your lips as they open enough to drink. “That’s it, just a few sips.”

You feel a building desire to do as he tells you, despite everything he’s done to you and everyone else around you tonight, almost as if you owe him something. It’s not the same as the compulsion you remember from before, but something deeply rooted in you that you can’t quite explain as the blood pours past your lips and over your tongue. His eyes hold you fast as he watches you swallow, allowing the lifesource of some other human to spill down your throat and into your stomach, bonding you to him forever.

“Good girl.” He eventually takes the mug away from you after you take a few more sips, setting it down on the bedside table with a delicacy you didn’t know he was capable of.

“How did you get me to do that? You didn’t compel me.” You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at him dumbfoundedly. “Why did I listen to you and not Elijah? He’s been trying to get me to drink for hours.”

“Well, I don’t need to compel you, love, I’m your sire. You’ll always have a desire to please me, to do as I say.” He leans forward and gently grabs hold of your chin, wiping a droplet of blood off your bottom lip that you missed, his sudden gentleness giving you emotional whiplash. “Did I fail to mention that?”

“My sire? But I thought I chose Elijah, I chose the blue door.” You recall out loud, remembering your out of body experience when you were walking the fine line between life and death. “When I was out, when I was dead and I was coming back, there was a red door and a blue door, and I walked through the blue door thinking that was going to be…”

“Elijah isn’t as virtuous as he pretends to be, I’m afraid. He’s just as cold and ruthless as I am, only he hides behind his manners and freshly ironed suits, whereas I’ve grown to embrace it.” His hand traces the outline of your jaw, his fingers feathering down your neck and shoulders as a trail of goosebumps flashes up your arm. “He wanted to keep you from this, to hold you back from what you were meant to be, but I wouldn’t allow it.” He takes your hand in his and squeezes. “Now, why don’t we get you something more fresh to sink your teeth into?”

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