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just remembered what I think is probably my favorite dnd moment Iâve had to date. in my curse of strahd campaign, we had just left ravenloft after having dinner with strahd, and escher followed us out into the woods. as we were talking to him, falkon showed up. immediately I sense a ~vibe~, so I asked to do an insight check. I rolled really poorly and as my dm started to tell me I wasnât sure what was going on I was like âwait okay the reason I asked is because Iâm trying to figure out if theyâre in love with each other. do I get advantage because Iâm gay?â fully expecting her to say no. but to my dismay she said yes, so I rolled again. and got a nat 20. they were indeed gay. gaydar so powerful god granted me advantage and a crit success
#we have yet to encounter them again but they are everything to me#I swear I will reunite those long lost gay lovers if itâs the last thing I do#we had previously met falkon and I was already invested in him and the wereravens because my character is a werewolf#my lil lesbian werewolf will do everything in her power to help this gay wereraven and his vampire spawn boyfriend#I will say I definitely donât trust escher but like idec#but like if he ends up being evil I will be emotionally devastated absbdbnfnf#curse of strahd#curse of strahd spoilers#it should also be noted my dm has adapted and changed a lot within the module so I have no idea if this is canon normally lol#dnd#dungeons and dragons
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Omg could we see reader getting jealous of Sukuna having sec with his other concubines? And maybe liek the other concubine rubs it in readers face?
âđđ đđđđ. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (no comfort), suggestive \\ smut aspects. size difference. one tiny mention of reader being a crybaby. reader gets called âlittle one, bratâ \\ kunaâs an asshole! not proofread, excuse the grammar. no part 2. wc: 3.3k
youâve been away from the estate for three days; three days too long for the king of curses. so much had happened while you were away to take some well deserved restâa small vacation that sukuna had granted you because you needed it.
perhaps that was his first mistake. giving you permission to leave his side ended up being a bad decision. he hates that faint feeling in his chest, the feeling of missing something.
missing someone.
it couldnât be. sukuna doesnât have any weaknesses, and yet he can feel his body reacting to that unfamiliar emotion again. all because of youâ that one human who always succeeds to occupy his mind.
he couldnât let himself succumb to itâheâs not going to. sukuna is not going to let a mere human like you deter him from his superior identity that heâs had for decennia. heâs not going to let you have that power over him and his body.
and thus, when you return to the estate, you find yourself being laughed at. you were unpacking your luggage when two concubines stand at your doorway, hiding their evil smiles behind their handheld fans.
they donât waste a single second and immediately rush to ruin your carefree mood.
âyou know, you shouldnât have returned at all,â the brunette giggles, her laugh sounding like nails scraping against a chalkboard. she looks to the other woman next to her before glancing back at you, âi meanâhehâlord sukuna definitely didnât seem to mind your absence.â
you figure itâs just another way to get you riled up, so you do your best to ignore them. you put your packed kimonos in your wardrobe as your back faces the two.
yumi, the second concubine, nods along. she knows what sheâs about to reveal will get on your nerves. and deserved, if you ask her. they had successfully caught the attention of their king while you were away. for the first time in a good while since your arrival in the estate.
the fact that they managed to spend quality time with sukuna again, is a wonderful first step to your downfall. one that will surely crumble your confidence as his so-called âfavoriteâ.
âmhm,â yumi grins as she recalls the memories of her time with sukuna. time spent together that you were unaware of, âlord sukuna definitely didnât seem to mind your absence when he had me in his bed last night.â
you freeze.
your brows furrow and the corners of your lips twitch. you donât know if you should believe themâthey couldâve lied about it for all you know. although, the voice in the back of your head had already rang the alarms.
guessing by the way they were dying to talk to you the second you came back - which never happens - you realise that theyâre probably telling the truth. theyâre only telling the truth to agitate you. itâs so painfully obvious, and yet so. . . hurtful.
âwhat?â
you donât recall when youâve choked up. you feel a lump in your throat. it shouldnât even be there. you promised yourself to not get attached to a monster like sukuna.
so what if he went to bed with his other concubines?
but of course heâll get pleasure from his other women when you arenât around. he doesnât feel any love, he sees it as worthless, so why did you expect him to not indulge himself? he still has his other concubines around for a reason.
you really shouldnât be surprised by this revelation.
âwhat do you mean âwhat?â - you heard me,â yumi shrugs, that cocky smirk still on her face. sheâs clearly enjoying your reaction to everything sheâs revealing. all the two concubines wanted to get out of this encounter with you, is to break that delusion of yours.
the delusional thought that youâre special to the king of cursesâthe delusion that sukuna considers you as something more than a toy to emotionally manipulate and play with until heâs tired of you.
âmy lord spent all night with me in his chambers until the sun rose,â yumi continues without an ounce of shame. she bites her lip as she remembers the way sukuna had her body positioned on his large bed. for her, it was a dream come true.
though for you, itâs a living nightmare. even if you try to deny the fact that it physically and mentally hurts. thereâs a painful twist at your heartâreminding you of the truth.
the truth being that you had truly thought that sukuna wasnât really a monster of a man. you thought he was a different, more softer person around you.
you shouldâve listened to the servants when they told you to not get tricked by sukunaâs special treatment, that he could easily manipulate you and make you do and act as he pleases.
âdo you want me to explain it in detail?â yumi crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down at you with a menacing glare. both of the concubines are loving that face youâre making. that face of defeat that youâre attempting to hide from them, âhow he held me and pleasured me until iââ
âenough,â you cut them off with your hands clenched into fists. you donât want to hear another word. youâre already feeling awful; already, not even an hour into your return. you can never catch a break.
you have an urge to throw things around. you already feel stupid, and if you decide to throw a fit, you bet that youâd feel even dumber. you truly do not know why youâre getting this worked up about it.
maybe itâs because of the special treatment. the delusional thoughts you have about your relationship with sukuna. you really thought that you two had something special. an unofficial romantic relationship, perhaps, or something that resembles it.
a secret, unspoken deal where youâre promised his loyalty in exchange for your body and soul.
although, those dreams have been shattered this very instance. youâre once again reminded of the animalistic nature of the being called ryomen sukuna.
he told you clearly that heâd never tie himself to someone, a human no less. devotion to one person? why would he.
âout of the way.â
you push the brunette and her sidekick the other way. youâre going to confront the man yourself. or at least, youâll try to. you can hear their sick laughs and chuckles fade into the background as you stomp your way towards sukunaâs chambers.
the other concubines seem to have gotten the gist. some peek their heads out of their rooms, grinning at you in victory. seeing your confidence slowly crumble and the realisation kick in - the realisation that your dear lordâs special treatment means absolutely nothing - is a sight for sore eyes to them.
you enter sukunaâs room and close the heavy doors behind you. you swallow the lump down your throat and try your best to look presentable.
no tears, you promise yourself. youâre not going to waste them on something like this.
âoh, itâs you, little one,â the familiar voice calls out. sukunaâs low and husky voice rings from his bed. heâs laid back against the many silky pillows, blowing smoke from his kiseru. he lays there like he doesnât care about your reappearance at all.
he eyes you up and down, âhow was your vacation, hm?â
sukuna asks like itâs the most normal thing to do. it seems like heâs trying to catch up with you, to ask you how youâve been enjoying your time alone, though it also seems like he couldnât care less at the same time.
âjust absolutely fine, my lord,â you reply with gritted teeth and an obvious hint of sarcasm. thereâs also a bitterness to your tone that doesnât go unnoticed by the pink-haired man. he frownsâthis cold greeting is not what he expected nor what he wanted to hear from your mouth. he expected you to at least smile at him like you usually do, but you didnât.
on top of that, you seemed to be annoyed with him. that unexpected attitude of yours made something inside of him snap. it irritated him somehow; the fact that youâre so comfortable talking to him like that . . . it reminded him of the recent inner conflict he had which you were the cause of.
one of his hands tightens into a fist at his side. his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow into slits. youâre physically in front of him, which means that heâs also about to experience those complicated feelings again. the same ones he tried fleeing from by letting you go on a break, and by physically taking his mind off you.
he did the latter by taking his frustrations out on his other women. the stress that came with the thought of him possibly liking a human, relieved by pure animalistic sex.
thatâs exactly what youâre upset about.
thereâs an urge inside of sukuna to act normal. to ignore those difficult emotions and just treat you like he usually does. yet, another part of him is trying to protect his sense of superiority by trying to push you away.
thereâs a war going on in his mind as he tries to calm himself down. youâve always had this effect on him and itâs becoming unbearable. he has to show you, no - remind you, that youâre nothing to him. you mean nothingânothing at all.
heâs the king of curses, youâre but a human. heâll need to remind himself of that obvious statement as well. heâs got all the power in this situation. not you.
you cannot rule over him or his mind.
âyou dare come back with an attitude? tch,â sukuna scoffs, nearly breaking the kiseru with his fingers as they squeeze around the solid material. heâs turning off whatever emotion present in his body. that doesnât belong there anyway. he wonât care if you cryâhe wonât care at all.
you notice the sudden change in sukunaâs tone as well. youâre sure youâre the reason for it. perhaps you crossed a boundary with how sassily you replied to him when he was simply asking you how your vacation went.
âmy apologies,â you murmur with a sigh. you try to avoid getting on sukunaâs nerves any further, yet when you remember the words from the concubine, how she implied that sukuna had given her the best night of her life when you were away, you get mad again.
your eyes have a fiery look in them. you donât want to get worked up. you donât have the right to. you were warned from the very beginning to not get attached to an asshole like ryomen sukuna.
youâre to blame for feeling like this. it couldâve been prevented if you just werenât so weak. if you just stayed away from him.
âdid you have fun while i was away, my lord?â you continue, your voice shaking a little. you need the confirmation. youâre sure sukuna knows what youâre referring to by now, especially because of the way youâre acting out of character.
the king of curses raises a brow at your question. you sound even angrier, even more pissed off. he tilts his head after taking a deep inhale of the tobacco from his kiseru. he tries to figure out what youâre hinting at, âwhat are youââ
and thatâs when everything fell into place. the dots connect.
sukunaâs jaw clenches. he realises that youâve found out about him receiving services from his other concubines while you were away. there could be no other explanation behind your sudden attitude. besides, he knows how his other concubines could be. they must have told you the moment you came back.
normally, heâd say that itâs none of your business. what he does is up to himâhe does not care about the consequences of his actions. though, seeing the slight hurt in your eyes, mixed with sadness and disappointment stirred something inside of him. he brushes that feeling away and stares at you intently, awaiting another comment. perhaps youâd cuss him out or bawl your eyes out in front of him.
either way, he promises himself that he wonât care.
sukuna is the king of curses. feeling bad for a human like you would only further tarnish his image, that image of superiority and power he has.
heâs a man of many needs. you shouldâve kept that in mind when you left him. he wanted to keep you with himâto hold you down and refuse to let you leaveâbut that would be another sign of weakness. one sukuna could not manage to show.
when you departed, he was irritated by the fact that he had no one to turn to with his needs. from simple needs like wanting your company to sexual needs like craving your body.
keeping you by his side or letting you go; both decisions seem to clash. either way, thereâs one thing heâs sure of, as much as he doesnât want to admit it: he missed you.
sukuna canât believe that he can feel an emotion like that. he canât accept that fact. thatâs why his irrational mind took overâhis dark urges that strived to prove himself to still be the same old ryomen sukuna. the monster that did not need a single soul. the ruthless man that did not depend on anyone else, especially not a human. a woman like you.
he thought heâd forget all about you if heâs surrounded himself with other women. but, he was quick to be proven wrong, and that only caused to enrage him more and more.
every time sukuna fucked a concubine, his thoughts still manage to drift away to you. to how he wished that it was you he was holding.
nothing hit the same with the other women and that frustrated him. heâd keep them around in his room after he fucked their brains out, something he never allowed a woman to do except for you, yet kicked them out again after a few minutes.
it doesnât hit the same.
youâre just different. your presence is soothing and calming to the chaotic soul of the pink-haired man. no one else could compare. that realisation made him feel inferior; a feeling he loathes.
sukunaâs red eyes glow. he hates seeing you look so defeated, but he cannot give in. if he tells you the truth, heâll admit his weakness. heâll admit that a human like you has completely taken over his brain. thatâs no good.
if he doesnât tell you the truth, heâll save face. heâll feel like himself again. his old selfâthe cold ruthless monster that he was before he met you. one without a soft spot for a human.
itâs an active dilemma thatâs running through his mind as he slowly blows out another cloud of smoke. you cannot guess whatâs going on behind those intimidating eyes staring you down.
sukuna tilts his head back and scratches his neck, smacking his lips as he makes his decision.
âyeah, i did. i had lots of fun.â
the words sting. they hurt you and make your heart ache in a way that makes you physically weak. you shouldâve expected that answer. your shoulders tense up and your fingers curl around the material of your kimonoâfeeling a sense of anger and betrayal.
you can see a ghost of a smirk on sukunaâs lips, which only reminds you of his nature. his nature as an independent, aloof and cold man who likes to play with his prey. a natural disaster that knows no emotion, that shows no mercy to anyone.
youâre naive for thinking that you could be the exception. all of those times with sukuna were confirmed to be but a lie in that moment. as your gazes meet, you can now easily interpret what that look in those red eyes meant.
âknow your place,â
thatâs what it means. youâre foolish, dumb. you take a deep breath to compose yourself after youâve been made out to be a total fool. you shouldâve listened to those warnings, you shouldâve known that you were getting played.
this is exactly what sukuna desired to achieve. to build up your trust, to make you comfortable enough with him, to think youâre special and that he wonât need any other woman other than you â just to shatter your pathetic delusions when the time comes.
âtsk tsk. no need to look at me like that,â sukuna scoffs, a mocking laugh leaving his lips. he can hear a small voice in the back of his head telling him to shut up and let you go, to not make it worse, but who is he to listen to that irrelevant thought? he can decide for himself.
âyâ werenât around, so the other concubines simply did their job by serving me,â he stares the other way, seemingly not interested by your presence anymore. his face is as expressionless as ever, âwhat do yâ think i keep them âround for, brat? for decoration purposes? hah, nah.â
another loud mocking laugh makes you nearly burst out in tears. you donât know if itâs in anger or sadness. you take a deep, shaky breath for the last time. you unclench your fists and nod, accepting the reality check youâd just gotten.
itâs a slap to the face, but it helped you get out of your delusions. the delusions that sukuna is a man capable of loving someone, even if it is just for a tiny bit. this visit confirmed that thereâs not an ounce of love or appreciation in that manâs body.
âiâm glad you had fun, my lord,â you answer after a bit of silence. you bow at sukuna in an attempt to stay polite while struggling with that inner turmoil. you donât even glance up at him anymore. you need another break already.
sukuna isnât dumb. you may think that youâre good at hiding your emotions, but youâre not. at least not around the king of curses. heâs spent enough time around you to realise that youâre going through a lot right now.
heâs the reason for it, yet he cannot bring himself to feel an ounce of empathy. he just looks at you with a blank stare, thinking that this is for the best.
âgood night then,â you add and turn around to walk out of sukunaâs room. your steps are slow as you secretly hope to be called back, like sukuna would do every time youâd leave his room after an intimate night. you just want him to tell you that this was a test of some sortâa cruel joke.
you want to feel like his favorite again. you donât want to be thrown away like this. you donât want to be on the same level as all the other concubines. you want to stand out to him.
unfortunately, you donât hear sukunaâs voice anymore. he lets you walk away without a care in the world. the heavy doors of his chambers close behind you and you feel your knees buckle. âfuck,â you cuss to yourself and clench your chest.
you lean back against the closed doors and try to regain your composure. crying can be done when youâre in your roomânot in the hallway where anyone could catch you. you donât want to give the other concubines more reason to bully you.
you drag your feet across the wooden flooring. all those times with sukuna, all those slight glimpses of his soft side that only youâre allowed to seeâ all of that is thrown into the trash.
you really shouldnât have gotten so attached to him on an emotional level.
meanwhile, sukuna is silently sitting on his bed, thinking back to what just happened. he usually never doubts his decisions, but this is an exception. why couldnât he just tell you the truth?
his mouth had moved before he could let his mind process all that he was feeling. a small part of him regrets it, though strangely, he couldnât feel any real sympathy for your situation.
sukuna drapes an arm over his eyes, clicking his tongue at himself. he just wants to let the situation go, though his brain isnât letting him to. the image of you standing at the edge of his bed, clearly hurt by his actions, flashes through his mind again.
he sighs. heâs sure that heâs going to forget about you soon enough. he needed an excuse to get rid of you for the sake of regaining control over his own being and he took the chance. he should be glad that he didâit meant that heâd be his usual selfâwith no weaknesses to look out for.
sukuna blows out another cloud of smoke through his mouth. as much as heâs proud of himself for not giving in to you, he canât help but let his thoughts wander again. youâre probably crying in your room. he knows youâre sensitive. you would always cry about the smallest of things and heâd hold you (feigning reluctance) until youâve calmed down.
he canât do that now.
well, he can, but he wonât. sukuna has made his decision today: itâs power and status over you. thatâs what itâs always been. you were but a toy he used to get a stronger grip on himself.
perhaps he simply is what people make him out to be; a monster. nothing more, nothing less.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#jjk angst#sukuna angst#ryomen sukuna angst
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PART 4: Like a tulip.
Kazuha x Male Reader (4K length)
Your hands were gripping the steering wheel of the car tightly, you were still in disbelief at everything that was happening, as if some divinity up there was playing with you for fun, and its enjoyment involved seeing you suffer every fucking moment of the day.
The red light of the traffic light forced you to brake and stop the car for a few seconds. You looked out of the corner of your eye towards the passenger seat, there she was, sitting looking out the window while the fingers of her hands played between them, showing a clear sign of nervousness. Kazuha Nakamura had become, without foreseeing it, the biggest headache of your entire life.
It's not that you had gotten used to sexual encounters with your former Iz*One members, but after what had happened in the last few days, you wouldn't have been surprised if a few more had arisen or even were going to arise in the future, since they seemed to be competing for you or something, something you hadn't been able to figure out yet.
But this totally escaped logic and compromised you enormously, you had in your car an idol whom you had never had under your tutelage, whom you did not know at all, and who had made you an irrational request, to say the least.Â
âCan you have sex with me the same way you have sex with Chaewon unnie?â
That phrase kept echoing inside your head. Despite your attempt to hide that 'professional opinion' session, it seemed that Kazuha had perfectly realized what you had done in that practice room.
You didn't even have time to make an excuse or a lie, you had been hunted in such an obvious way that denying it would only complicate this situation even more.
Before you could realize it and without even having accepted her request, you were already leaving the Hybe compound, but with more company than the one you entered with, thanking the gods that your company vehicle had completely opaque window glass.
Neither of you had spoken a single word during the journey, which made the atmosphere feel even more tense and heavier than it would normally be. You wanted to start a conversation or ask a question, but the words just wouldn't come out of your mouth.
âTurn right on that street.â She commented, pointing her finger in the right direction.
And this was another big problem: your destination place. You had really gotten into the car without a fixed direction in your mind. Should you take an idol to your house? Was that right? And what would happen if someone saw you on the street and treacherously took a photo? Could it be camouflaged as part of a television program? Was a hotel suitable? You didn't believe it, but if so, it must be one suitable for celebrities, something you couldn't afford.
You parked the car, following another signal from the girl, in one of the free spots and got out, going around it to reach the passenger door, doing a complete sweep of the area, and opening the door once there was not a single living being. in your range of vision.
Kazuha quickly left and, taking some keys out of her bag, opened the door of one of the buildings, giving you way and successfully completing the first checkpoint.
He called the elevator, and you both went up, still in pure silence. You looked at her through the elevator mirror automatically, she looked back at you through the mirror and blushed, she quickly looked away.
She left in terror when the elevator opened its doors again, yes, taking one of your hands, practically dragging you after her. Your nerves increased when you felt the softness of her hand, wasn't it crazy? Now you were behaving as if you were still a teenager going through puberty.
You entered the interior of one of the apartments, which looked large and spacious from the inside despite only seeing the hall for the moment. "Where are we?â You heard your own voice for the first time in a long time, wondering why she had brought you to that place.
âIt's LE SSERAFIM's bedroom.â She answered, taking off her shoes.
Knowing where you were scared you to death, you were in unstable territory. Stepping into that apartment had to be the closest you're going to get to a war camp, with too many people who could come and go at any moment and catch you in the middle of the action.
âThe rest of the members are very busy and won't come until the evening, and our staff doesn't usually barge in without warning.â It was certainly relaxing to know that, but still, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. Kazuha unexpectedly took your hand again and dragged you down the main hallway of the apartment, passing by the living room and the kitchen until you entered one of the bedrooms.
The bedroom itself was quite simple, some large beds pushed together, a small desk with a chair decorated with clothes and various junk on top, and a closet built into the wall. You diverted your gaze to the corners and blind spots of the room in search of possible cameras, it wouldn't be the first time that after recording one of those home realities they forget to remove them.
The girl was quick to turn on the light in the room and close the window despite it being broad daylight, seeking to create a more intimate and safe environment.
You turned around, looking around at the entire bedroom, paying special attention to the pile of clothes scattered on the desk chair. She noticed this and, embarrassed, ran there to put all those clothes in the closet in a disorderly manner.
âSorry, Chaewon unnie and I were a little late this morning.â Great, so this bedroom also belonged to Chaewon.
âKazuha-ssi, I think you've rushed into all this, I... we shouldn't be here. I'm flattered, really, but I don't think you're aware of what this means."
She walked towards you and took your hands in hers, looking into your eyes with that look that begged you.
âI've wanted to do this for a long time, but I didn't know how. I'm too shy to approach some other random guy and propose this kind of thing out of the blue.â You laughed inside yourself, what she was saying had nothing to do with the spontaneous request she made to you. âI wanted to wait for the right moment and the right person.â Her fingers caressed the palms of your hands.
âI'm definitely not that person.â The expression on your face became more serious now. "You are!â She snapped loudly, making you step back in surprise. âI mean, I know Chaewon unnie very well. She wouldn't have done anything like that with you if she didn't have complete trust and deep respect for you, and that's more than enough for me.â
âBut that's not how it should work, you shouldn't do this with some random guy you don't know at all like me, it should be with someone you love, someone you love from the bottom of your heart.â âYou sound like the protagonist of a kdrama.â A small smile now graced her face. âLook, it's not that I'm a virgin, nor an expert, but I'm enough of an adult to know that I can have sex without commitment with whoever I want.â
The truth is that she was not wrong, perhaps you had seen too much fiction lately, after all, the vast majority of humans today had sexual relations guided more by vice and lust than by love.
You still had time to run out of there, you knew that she had nothing against you, she would never tell what she knew, and she loved Chaewon too much to harm her dear unnie. This was never about blackmail, just a favor, no one was forcing you to do anything.
That's what you told yourself internally over and over again.
âThis is not right.â
'Why don't my legs react?'
'I have to get out of here as soon as possible.'
'Fuck, she's beautiful.' Wait, what?
You stared at her for the first time in all this time, indeed, she was pretty and beautiful to look at, like a flower blooming in a beautiful meadow surrounded by huge green trees and a bright sun.
She was also attractive, you could see how well trained her body was. Her legs looked toned, and the lower part of her abdomen that did not cover her shirt was better worked than yours. She had an aura of tenderness and sensuality around her that was difficult to find.
Suddenly, in a burst of bravery, Kazuha raised her hands to your face, holding your cheeks to give you a small kiss on the lips. You wanted to resist, you really did, but who knows if, in order not to hurt her, you reciprocated that kiss by taking her waist with your hands.
âEverything you say is true, but also believe me when I say I want you to fuck me, oppa." She whispered against your lips.
"Kazuha, you're asking too much of me." Your lips were now moving unconsciously over hers.
"I don't think so." She chuckled, bringing one of her hands to your bulging crotch, gently caressing that area of your pants. She stood on her tiptoes to bring her mouth closer to your ear. "Don't you want to know how flexible I can be?â That whisper hit you squarely. It would have been a K.O. if we were in a boxing match. Your skin crawled just thinking and imagining certain scenarios, and the bulge in your crotch only grew under the touch of her delicate hand.
You let out a sigh, you sounded defeated, and you actually were. How could you be so fucking weak? Why were you trapped in a spiral of sex with gorgeous girls with beautiful bodies? And why were you martyring yourself for it when anyone would sign with their own blood to take your place? You didn't have the answer to any of those questions.
âLie on the bed.â Despite your obvious annoyed tone, Kazuha's smile did not fade but rather widened, and she followed your instructions.
Immediately the Japanese idol was lying on her back, with her legs dangling from the edge of the bed, undoing the button on her jeans and slowly lowering them to your delight.
You knelt on the floor right in front of the bed, between her legs, starting to touch her thighs and going down her legs at the same time as her pants were going down.
You noticed how her skin stood on end under your hands, it burned, and you verified it with your own lips when you leaned your head over Kazuha's body, spreading a few kisses on the part of her abdomen that the shirt did not cover.
Her toned abs contracted as she felt your lips on them, your hands joined hers on either side of her legs, finishing off her pants in a single pull.
Your kisses marked a downward path towards the girl's panties while your hands took the opposite route, going from her legs to her hips, moving upwards slowly caressing every centimeter of skin.
A new piece of clothing was recognized as the next enemy, as your hands fisted the hem of her shirt. She understood quickly, and with an agile and quick movement, she slid the garment over her head and threw it away, landing somewhere on the floor of the room.
You kissed her pussy over the fabric of her panties making her moan, and then your tongue began to create lines of saliva before starting to move as if it were a normal cunnilingus.
Even though the panties continued to act as a barrier between your tongue and her pussy, the caresses you provided were felt on her body in a remarkable way, proof of this were the moans that Kazuha expelled from her mouth.
Her pussy was getting wetter due to the excitement, starting to leak down her thighs and even going through her panties, as your tongue began to enjoy the taste of the girl's intimacy.
You sat up a little and jumped on the bed, being careful with her delicate body so as not to hurt her, remaining on top of her, and going directly to kiss and lick her neck as an attack.
Her moans became noticeable again, with an increase in volume and much closer to your ears. However, she was a fighter, and although she seemed to be completely under your control, she managed to take off your shirt and expose your torso, which she did not hesitate to touch and caress.
You ceased the attack on her neck, moving back a little, allowing her to kiss your bare skin, causing you to sigh occasionally. You crouched over her again, kissing her lips deeply, taking her cheeks in your hands.
âCondoms?â You asked the instant the kiss broke.
She pointed out the nightstand next to the bed, and you jumped out of the bed again to approach the designated piece of furniture, opening it and finding a box of condoms still sealed.
You were opening it as you walked back, placing yourself in the starting position, facing her between her legs. You looked up and could see that there was no longer a trace of her panties.
You smiled, finally opening the package of condoms, taking one between your fingers, and placing it on the mattress. You needed both hands free to finish undressing completely.Â
Kazuha sat up slightly on the bed so she could look directly at your now-naked cock, opening her mouth shocked by its size and almost reflexively opening her legs wider, giving you a much better view of her wet and shiny entrance.
You placed one knee on the bed, bringing your penis closer to her vagina, one hand holding your dick firmly and the other gripping one of the young girl's pale thighs.
"Wait! The condomâŠOH!â Her words were interrupted by a violent moan.
She was right, you hadn't put on the condom yet, but you didn't need it for the idea you had in mind, which consisted of rubbing the folds of her pussy with your cock over and over again without actually inserting it inside.
That game seemed to take its toll on Kazuha, who was now trying to silence her sounds by putting both hands over her mouth and allowing you to play with her intimate area to your pleasure.
Your penis soon became well lubricated after being rubbed mercilessly by the wetness of the Japanese pussy, at which point you decided that it was now possible to start the real action.
Now you wrapped your penis in the latex of the condom to bring it closer to the female entrance again, this time with the intention of entering her. You looked one last time into Kazuha's eyes, waiting for one last step back that never came, quite the opposite in fact.
She placed her hands on her thighs, separating her legs as much as she could, leaving you amazed at her incredible flexibility and increasing your excitement as you witnessed that move.
The tip of your penis made contact with her vagina, making you both moan slightly, moans that increased as more inches entered her cavity.
As you expected, Kazuha's insides felt tight, although you had to admit that it was less than you had originally imagined, because the truth is that most of your cock entered without any problem. You gave her a few seconds for her insides to adjust to your size before you started moving.
You started to move slowly, moving in and out slowly and careful not to hurt her, but she seemed to be enjoying it.
âGod, you're stretching me so much... It feels so good.â
That gave you the green light to increase the pace, your hips moved faster, introducing you deeper into her. At this point, her pussy was already able to swallow the entire length of your penis without problems.
Kazuha's moans quickly turned into pleas, letting her get carried away by excitement and asking you to go even further.
âAH! PleaseâŠmore⊠AHâŠMORE!â
She raised one of her legs to your shoulder, leaving her foot at the height of your head, leaving the other still resting on the bed. That only deepened your attacks against her even more.
You wrapped your closest hand around the thigh of her leg that was hanging from you, and your other hand went behind her head, grabbing the back of her neck, bending over her, and moving at a hard and incessant pace.
Kazuha's intense moans were only stopped when your lips joined hers in a kiss, just as intense as the clash between your hips. Everything was so intense that tiredness immediately began to appear in you.
After a few more minutes of fun, you wanted to change positions, now lying on your back on the bed, motioning to the girl to sit on your lap with her back to you.
You kissed the back of her neck and her back as she got into position, turning her head for a moment and demanding another kiss on the lips that you didn't deny her.
She raised her body enough so that in one quick movement your cock entered deeply inside her again, causing a sensation of incredible pleasure in both of you.
The girl placed both hands on your thighs to begin jumping on your penis, again and again, without stopping and emitting sweet and erotic moans for each thrust that your cock gave her as it lowered her body.
You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her back, causing a small cry of surprise from her and causing her back to collide with your chest.
You once again had control of the situation, you once again imposed the rhythm of the penetrations to your liking and what was best for you.
From this position, you were once again able to attack Kazuha's neck at will, which for some reason had become one of your favorite regions of her body, and she seemed to love it too.
Your bodies were totally immersed in the heat of the moment, eager for each other's contact, roaring for sex, and sweating from the furious action, the temperature of the room had risen some degrees since you entered through the door.
Once again the idol raised her legs, surrounding them with her own arms, preventing them from falling, thus making your attacks clean and direct against her pussy, which you began to notice how it contracted, squeezing your cock against its walls, making you moan louder.
âShit, Kazuha, your pussy...â
âPlease don't stop now! Iâm so close!â
Listening to the girl's request and with the aim of releasing yourselves sexually as soon as possible, you gave everything you had left, placing your hands on her butt and attacking her frantically, feeling how after some hard thrust you came brutally, filling the condom with your cum.
âAH! YES! OH GOD! AAAAAAAAAH!â
That liberating scream was followed by her body arching over yours, your hands quickly rising to her hips, pressing her against your body again, and leaving both of you gasping noticeably trying to recover from the intense orgasms.
Kazuha leaned her head back with her body resting on top of yours, trying to compose herself from the tremendous ecstasy you had made her feel. She turned her head to look into your eyes, just inches from your face.
âNow I can understand Chaewon unnie.â She murmured, offering you a soft smile, trying to hide her tired expression.
You, on the other hand, did not hide it at all, you continued searching for air almost desperately, and the fact of having her on top of you did not help, but the truth is that you were not going to complain about it.
âYou are definitely very flexible.â You spoke, making her laugh softly, and then kissed her lips, passing your arms around her stomach area, surrounding and hugging her, lying there for a few minutes.
.
.
.
You left the group's apartment after making sure that Kazuha was in good condition. She said goodbye to you very happily, with her eyes giving off a special shine and giving you a small kiss on the cheek, making you both blush.
You drove back to your own house, a little rest wouldn't hurt to clarify all your ideas, but with a firm decision. You had to end your sexual encounters with idols immediately. That was obvious, but would you be able to cut it short? You assumed only the future would know for sure.
You entered your apartment, tired, extremely tired, but you still managed to find the energy to move your butt to the bathroom and get into the bathtub for a long half hour that left you almost as good as new.
You were now wearing your two-piece pajama with a shirt and pants, walking around the living room while drying your damp hair with a towel. You heard the sound of the doorbell, it seemed that the delivery man you had contacted had arrived to deliver your dinner. You put the towel aside, and with your hair still a little wet and messy that fell on your forehead, you approached the door.
You opened the door, but, to your surprise, the person on the other side was not who you expected. A young girl with black hair tied up in a bun, somewhat taller than average and with a slim but very elegant figure.
That girl seemed very familiar to you, the fact that she was wearing sunglasses late at night made it a little more difficult for you to recognize her, but you quickly realized it.
âWonyoungâŠâ
The sudden sound of a slap echoed throughout the house, silencing you. Your left cheek turned a reddish color at the same time as a burning sensation began to sting. Your face was now looking to the side due to the unexpected slap that the young woman had given you.
You took a step back, trying to stabilize your body so as not to fall, and directed one of your hands to the affected area of your face. Your eyes were wide open, as was your mouth, you didn't know what was happening, unable to understand anything.
When you returned to this world, you looked towards the door again, finding yourself facing the wall of the hallway.
You ran out of your apartment, finding Wonyoung a few meters later walking towards the exit of the building.
"Hey! Jang Wonyoung! What the hell do you think..."
You grabbed her arm, applying some force, without excess, to make her turn towards you, but your words fell into the void when you glimpsed her red face and how some tears formed a path from her eyes, hidden behind those sunglasses until they ended up on her chin.
She didn't say anything, you could only hear her weak crying and sobs that penetrated your soul and stabbed directly into your heart.
Still confused, you loosened your grip on her arm, and with that she got rid of you, setting off on her way again, but this time you didn't follow her, you stayed there, absorbed, with no other possibility than to see her back moving further and further away.
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trapped
pairing: hotel owner!heeseung x reader, slight sunoo x reader
genre: reincarnation au, supernatural themes, horror
synopsis: a road trip with your parents gone wrong lands you at a mysterious mansion in the middle of nowhere. after it turns out to be a hotel, your parents decide to stop over. everything about this place screams deja vu to you which is strange because you've never even heard about it. the hotel was not the only weird thing though, its handsome yet mysterious owner who looked like he stepped out of the 1920s is way too enthusiastic about your stay. every encounter with him leaves you feeling weirded out yet enamoured. but he is not who you think he seems to be. he will be the one to decide the duration of your stay here and it looks like it will not be ending anytime soon.
warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! horror themes, suggestive content, slight yandere themes, manipulation, possessive!hee, murder, blood, lmk if i missed anything
note: i just came back from a party and my legs are killingg me so im half awake as i post this BUTTT it's finally out!! i love this plot so much omg. i think the ending could've been written better but eh. enjoyy and lemme know what you think of it!
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the endless bickering between your parents filled the car like white noise. you were used to it by nowâtoo used to itâbut today, it grated on your nerves more than usual. you pressed your forehead against the cold glass of the window, watching the dark trees rush by, a blurry mix of black and grey.
"well, if you hadnât taken that ridiculous detour, we wouldnât have wasted half the day!" your mom snapped, her voice rising with every syllable.
your dad clenched the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. "oh, right, because everythingâs my fault! youâre the one who insisted we take this âbonding tripâ in the first place."
you sighed. there it was, that phrase again: bonding trip. a doomed effort to salvage what was left of your parentsâ relationship before you left for your two-year exchange program. your mom had decided that spending time together, crammed in a car for hours on end, would somehow solve years of unresolved issues.
"maybe if you actually listened to me for once, we wouldnât be in this mess!" your mom retorted, arms crossed, glaring at your dad from the passenger seat.
you resisted the urge to groan out loud and instead slumped back in your seat. what was the point? nothing ever changed between them. you glanced down at your phone; no service, of course. this road trip to the âresortâ was supposed to be a goodbye vacation before you headed overseas, but the way things were going, you were counting the hours until it was over.
the car began to slow down as your dad pulled into a shabby gas station. it wasnât muchâa couple of pumps under flickering neon lights and a small convenience store that looked like it hadnât been updated since the early 2000s.
âweâre stopping here?â your mom said, exasperated. âthis place looks like itâs one step away from falling apart.â
âwe need gas and food. you canât survive on passive-aggressive comments alone,â your dad muttered, turning the car off and stepping out.
you stifled a laugh but quickly hid it when your mom shot you a look. without a word, you pushed the door open, desperate for a break from their constant bickering. you could feel their voices rising behind you as you made your way towards the store, the bell over the door jingling weakly as you stepped inside.
the guy behind the counter looked about your age, his face illuminated by the dull glow of a hanging light. his disinterested gaze shifted from the magazine he was reading to you as you approached. the store smelled like stale chips and cheap air freshener, a layer of dust coating the shelves.
âhey,â you greeted, leaning against the counter, âdo you know if there are any motels up ahead?â
the guy looked up, raising an eyebrow as if the question itself was a bother. he glanced at the darkening sky outside and then back at you. "motels? thereâs a town maybe three or four hours ahead. not much else between here and there, though."
you frowned. âthree or four hours?â your stomach twisted. that would mean driving into the nightâand with your parents still at each otherâs throats, the idea didnât sit well with you.
âyeah,â he shrugged, âbut itâs getting late. if i were you, iâd try to get there quick. you donât wanna be out here after dark.â
his tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you nodded anyway, brushing it off. you grabbed a couple of snacks and paid quickly, eager to get out of the unsettling atmosphere of the store.
outside, the bickering had not only continued, but it had escalated. your mom was leaning against the car with her arms crossed, while your dad angrily fumbled with the gas pump.
âwhat do you mean itâs not taking the card?â your mom was saying, her voice sharp with irritation.
âi donât know! maybe itâs your stupid card,â your dad shot back, slamming the pump back into its holder.
you rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. wordlessly, you tossed the snacks into the backseat and climbed in, shutting the door with a little more force than necessary. you didnât want to deal with their drama anymore. after a few more minutes of back-and-forth arguing, they finally got the gas pump working, and soon, you were back on the road.
the silence in the car was thick, broken only by the occasional sigh or muttered insult from the front seat. you kept your gaze fixed on the road ahead, trying to tune it all out, when suddenly the car began to sputter.
your dadâs face tightened as the car jerked, the dashboard lights flickering. âwhat theâ?â
with a final shudder, the car rolled to a stop, dead on the side of a long, deserted road. darkness had fully settled around you, swallowing the car in a sea of black. you could barely make out the outline of the trees surrounding you, their twisted branches reaching up like claws against the sky.
âgreat,â your mom groaned, massaging her temples. âjust perfect.â
your dad cursed under his breath and got out to pop the hood, leaving you and your mom in the eerie silence of the car. you sighed, reluctantly stepping out to help. you had no idea what you were doing, but sitting in the car doing nothing felt worse.
as you peered under the hood with your dad, who was muttering to himself as he checked the engine, your momâs voice suddenly cut through the night air.
âlook!â she said, her voice urgent. âthereâdo you see those lights?â
you looked up, squinting into the distance. sure enough, faint lights were flickering between the trees far ahead, barely visible but unmistakable.
a chill ran down your spine. youâd been looking at the gps not too long ago, and there hadnât been any signs of life for miles. no towns. no houses. nothing.
âsomethingâs not right,â you muttered, turning toward your dad. âthere was nothing out here when i checked earlier.â
your dad waved you off, closing the hood with a loud bang. âyouâre just tired. weâll check it out. maybe thereâs a house or something up ahead.â
your mom was already back in the car, apparently unconcerned. you stood there for a moment, staring at the mysterious lights that flickered in the distance. something about them felt⊠off, but as usual, no one was listening to you. with a groan of frustration, you climbed back into the car, your nerves tingling with unease.
the engine sputtered weakly to life once again, and as your dad drove toward the lights, you couldnât shake the feeling that whatever was waiting for you up ahead wasnât what you thought it was.
the car stuttered one last time before it gave up entirely, coming to a dead stop right in front of the lights. you blinked, heart racing as you took in the sight before you.
a mansionâno, the mansionârose out of the darkness like something from an old gothic novel. the sprawling, ivy-clad structure stretched far beyond what you could make out in the dim light, its towers stabbing into the sky. faded stone gargoyles leered down from the corners of the building, their grim faces illuminated by the faint, flickering lamps that lined the driveway. the mansion seemed alive, ancient, its very presence looming over you like a dark shadow. it was eerily silent, save for the wind that whistled through the trees surrounding it.
for a second, you couldnât breathe.
you swallowed hard. âthis canât be real.â
your dad got out of the car first, slamming the door shut with a mix of frustration and exhaustion. âweâll figure out the car in the morning,â he grumbled. âwe donât have a choice. letâs see if theyâll let us stay.â
your mom, already out of the car and standing beside him, nodded in agreement. she didnât even look fazed, just happy to be somewhere with lights and (hopefully) a bed. âcome on, itâs late,â she said, like she hadnât noticed the eerie silence hanging in the air or the fact that this place seemed plucked out of another century.
âare you serious?â you muttered under your breath, standing frozen next to the car. âthis place looks like a horror movie set.â
your dad gave you a weary look. âweâre not staying in the car, thatâs for sure. stop being dramatic and come on. itâs just a mansion.â
just a mansion? you wanted to scream. there was no way this was a normal placeâno way a mansion this large, this old, could have gone unnoticed on the gps. but the protests died in your throat when you realised neither of them cared. like always, they were too focused on practicalities to notice the screaming red flags around them.
with a sigh, you unwillingly followed them up the cracked stone steps that led to the massive, elaborately carved front doors. every footstep echoed, the wind seeming to still as you approached the entrance. you couldnât shake the feeling that you were being watched, like a pair of invisible eyes followed your every movement.
your dad pressed the doorbellâa soft chime rang out, sounding way too delicate for a place like this. you couldnât help but wince, your nerves on edge. the silence that followed stretched on, thick and suffocating. it felt as though the mansion itself was holding its breath, waiting.
then, slowly, the door creaked open.
a young man stood in the doorway, his face illuminated by the warm glow of a chandelier behind him. his expression was neutral, almost blank, as if he had opened the door purely out of obligation. he was dressed impeccably, a sharp black tuxedo that seemed far too formal for a place like thisâor maybe it was just perfect for this kind of mansion. either way, it unnerved you.
his eyes swept over your parents first, taking in their travel-worn appearance with little interest. âhello?â your dad started, clearing his throat awkwardly. âwe, uh⊠we had some car trouble just outside. we were hoping⊠maybe you could help us?â
for a moment, the manâsunoo, as youâd later learnâdidnât say anything. he simply stood there, watching your parents with a blank face, like he was waiting for them to say something more interesting. his eyes flicked up to yours, and the world seemed to tilt slightly as his gaze met yours.
it was only for a secondâjust a fleeting momentâbut something shifted in his expression. his cold, neutral stare melted into something⊠darker, more intrigued. a spark of something flashed in his eyes before his face returned to its impassive mask. the brief change left you rattled, a chill creeping up your spine.
your mom jumped in to break the awkward silence, her voice bright despite the situation. âyes, weâve been driving for hours, and when our car broke down, we were hoping to find a place to stay. is thisâŠâ she glanced up at the looming mansion, almost sheepishly. âis this a hotel?â
there was a brief pause, and then, without warning, sunooâs face split into the widest, most overenthusiastic grin youâd ever seen. it was such a drastic change from his earlier demeanour that it made your skin crawl. âoh, of course! youâve come to the right place. this is a hotel, and youâre more than welcome to stay.â he extended an arm, gesturing grandly to the vast, dimly lit entryway behind him. âwe have plenty of rooms available!â
your dad exhaled in relief, completely missing the oddity of sunooâs exaggerated reaction. âthank god. youâre a lifesaver.â
you couldnât stop staring at sunoo, watching the way his smile stretched just a little too wide, the way his eyes gleamed with something that wasnât quite right. âthis is a hotel?â you asked, voice filled with scepticism. âi didnât see anything about it on the gps.â
sunooâs eyes flicked back to you, and the unsettling smile never left his face. âoh? how strange. weâve been here for a long time⊠surely, you must have heard about it.â
âno,â you said flatly, narrowing your eyes. âiâm sure. there was nothing around here.â
just as you were about to explain further, he smoothly cut you off with a bright, âwell, no matter! youâre here now, and thatâs what counts. come, come! letâs not waste any more time standing out in the cold.â
he practically ushered your parents through the doorway, his sudden energy making you want to take a step back. your dad muttered a quick âthank youâ and walked right inside, your mom following closely behind. neither of them seemed to notice the way sunooâs cheerful demeanour seemed⊠off.
you, however, couldnât ignore the gnawing discomfort twisting in your gut. every instinct screamed at you to leave, to drag your parents back to the car, but the reality of your situation left you with little choice. sighing in frustration, you reluctantly followed them into the mansion.
the door shut behind you with an ominous thud that echoed through the long hallway, and the heavy weight of the mansion seemed to settle around you. you felt trapped, as if stepping into this place had sealed your fate.
as sunoo led your parents through the dimly lit entry hall, you lagged behind, your skin prickling with unease. you leaned toward your mom, lowering your voice to a whisper. âthis is creepy. somethingâs not right about this place.â
she barely spared you a glance. âyouâre being paranoid. itâs just an old mansion.â
âan old mansion that no oneâs ever heard of? that wasnât on the map? you didnât see the way that guy was acting. heâs way too happy about us being stranded here.â
your dad huffed, clearly having reached the end of his patience. âitâs a hotel. we need a place to stay, and we donât have any other options. you can sleep in the car if youâre that worried.â
you rolled your eyes, biting back the rest of your protests. of course, they wouldnât listen. they never did. they couldnât see the danger right in front of them.
as you followed your parents deeper into the mansion, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. the walls seemed to close in around you, and every footstep echoed like a warning.
something was wrong here. you knew it. you could feel it in your bones.
sunoo led your parents away, gesturing toward a desk where they could check in. you lingered behind, reluctant to follow them. the dimly lit hallway stretched before you, lined with dark wood panelling and framed with ornate carvings. despite the grandeur of the place, there was an eerie stillness that seemed to swallow every sound. no humming of guests, no distant chatter, no echoes of footsteps on marble floorsâjust a vast, consuming silence.
you slowly started walking, glancing around, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling crawling up your spine. for a hotel this size, it should have been bustling with activity. yet, there was no one. not a single person walking through the hallways, no staff except sunoo at the entrance. just the soft padding of your own footsteps, echoing like whispers through the still air.
as you turned a corner, your eyes landed on a giant painting mounted on the wall. you stopped in your tracks, something about it tugging at your mind. the painting depicted a dark, stormy landscapeâa crumbling stone mansion, much like the one you stood in now, surrounded by leafless trees that seemed to reach out toward it like skeletal hands. the sky above was swirling with ominous clouds, and a full moon cast a pale, ghostly glow on the scene.
but it wasnât just the image itself that made your skin crawlâit was the strange feeling of familiarity. you couldnât shake the sensation that youâd seen this before, as though it was pulled from the corners of a forgotten memory. a knot formed in your chest as you stared, lost in thought. where have you seen this before?
suddenly, a voice, smooth as silk, broke through your thoughts.
âinteresting, isnât it?â
you jumped, your heart leaping into your throat as you spun around. standing behind you was a man, and not just any manâhe was stunningly handsome. his dark hair was neatly styled, framing a face that couldâve been carved from marble. his suit, a luxurious black ensemble that fit him perfectly, was undeniably expensive.Â
but what struck you most were his eyesâwide and dark, locked on yours with an intensity that sent a flush of heat creeping up your neck.
âi'm sorry,â he broke out into a soft laugh as he took a step back. âi didnât mean to scare you.â
his voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, but he paused mid-sentence when his gaze landed squarely on your face. his eyes seemed to freeze there, widening slightly as if he were studying every detail. a look of surprise, or maybe recognition, flashed across his face for just a moment before he quickly composed himself. but the intensity in his stare remained, his eyes never leaving yours.
you felt a wave of flustered heat rise to your cheeks under his gaze. he wasnât just looking at youâhe was seeing you, like you were the only person in the world. the weight of his attention made you feel strangely vulnerable, your pulse quickening in response.
you cleared your throat, trying to shake off the sudden rush of nerves. âuh⊠itâs fine,â you mumbled. âyou just startled me.â
he blinked, as if snapping out of whatever trance had held him. a slow, charming smile tugged at the corners of his lips. âiâm heeseung,â he said, his voice smooth and deep. âthe owner of this mansion.â
âthe owner?â you echoed, taken aback. âwow. i⊠i wasnât expecting to meet the owner so soon.â
he smiled again, a soft, enigmatic grin that sent another wave of unease down your spine. âi like to keep close to my guests. this place⊠itâs very special to me.â
you tried to return his smile but faltered slightly, still unsettled by how intently he was watching you. âiâmââ you began, but before you could introduce yourself, your parentsâ voices echoed down the hall.
âthere you are!â your dad called, striding over to where you stood with heeseung. your mom followed closely behind, oblivious to the awkward tension in the air. âwe were just getting checked in.â
you barely had time to react before your dad turned to heeseung, giving him a polite nod. âthis is the owner of the mansion,â you quickly explained, introducing him. âheeseung.â
your parents seemed relieved to meet someone in charge, especially after the ordeal with the car. âoh, thank you so much for accommodating us on such short notice,â your mom said with a grateful smile. âour car broke down just outside, and we didnât know what else to do.â
you shot a glance at your parents, your eyes widening in warning. why are they telling him that? you thought in frustration. it wasnât exactly the kind of information you wanted to share so freelyâespecially not in a place like this, with a stranger who gave off such unsettling vibes.
heeseungâs smile widened at your parentsâ words, and you couldnât shake the feeling that he was far too pleased to hear about your vulnerability. âno need to worry,â he said smoothly, his gaze briefly flicking back to you before focusing on your parents. âiâll make sure your car is taken care of. iâll have it sent for repairs tonight.â
âreally?â your dad sounded relieved. âthatâs incredibly generous. thank you.â
heeseung waved a hand dismissively. âitâs no trouble at all. youâre my guests now.â he paused, his eyes lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary. âiâll make sure youâre well taken care of.â
you swallowed hard, fighting back the gnawing sense of dread as you all started heading down the hallway. the mansion seemed to stretch on forever, with countless doors and long, winding corridors. despite the size, heeseung explained that most rooms were booked, which meant you would be in a room far from your parents.
your room was tucked away in one of the mansionâs oldest wings, a beautifully vintage suite with antique furniture and intricate wallpaper. the four-poster bed was draped in elegant, embroidered sheets, and the room was bathed in the warm, golden glow of a chandelier. it was charming, old-fashioned, and just a little too perfect. the type of room that might seem cosy under normal circumstances but felt unnervingly isolated in this mansion.
after settling in, you reached for your phone, hoping to check for updates on the carâor anything, reallyâbut your frown deepened when you realised there were no charging ports in the room. none at all. you glanced around, frustrated, searching for a way to charge your phone, but there was nothing modern about this place. to make matters worse, your phone had no cell reception. it was like the mansion existed in its own bubble, cut off from the rest of the world.
letting out an exasperated sigh, you tossed your phone onto the nightstand. looks like youâd have to borrow your dadâs power bank later. you were exhausted, but the nagging feeling of unease wouldnât let you relax. after changing into your nightwear, you slipped under the heavy, ornate blankets, hoping that sleep would take over soon.
but as you lay in bed, staring up at the dark canopy above, you couldnât help but feel that somethingâsomeoneâwas watching you.
you lay in bed, the warmth of the heavy blankets doing little to ease the chill that seemed to settle deep in your bones. the eerie silence stretched on, the only sound the faint rustling of the curtains as a gentle breeze swept in from the cracked window. you hadn't noticed it was open before.
rolling onto your side, you glanced at your phone again. still no reception. it felt like you were completely cut off from the world, alone in this strange, sprawling mansion with no way to communicate with the outside. the feeling gnawed at you, a strange mix of frustration and unease swirling in your chest.
the longer you lay there, the more restless you became. every creak of the floorboards, every shift of the wind seemed to amplify the unsettling atmosphere around you. the chandelier overhead swayed gently, casting shifting shadows across the walls. you closed your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing, telling yourself it was just a normal hotel. nothing weird, nothing out of the ordinaryâjust a quirky, old-fashioned place.
but the image of heeseungâs face kept creeping into your mind. the way his gaze lingered on you, intense and unreadable, like he was seeing something in you that no one else did. something about him felt off, not just unsettling but almost too perfect, too polished, as if he didnât quite belong in a place like this.
eventually, the exhaustion started to pull you toward sleep. just as your mind began to blur at the edges, a soft sound reached your ears. a whisper. faint but unmistakable. you bolted upright in bed, eyes wide, heart hammering in your chest as you strained to hear.
at first, you thought it was the wind. but no, it wasnât coming from outsideâit was closer, much closer. the sound seemed to echo from just beyond your door, like soft voices carrying on a conversation, too low for you to make out the words. your skin prickled with unease.
you pushed back the blankets and slipped out of bed, your bare feet hitting the cold floor. the mansion felt even more imposing in the darkness, the once quaint vintage charm now taking on a more sinister tone. stepping cautiously, you moved toward the door, pressing your ear against it, listening.
nothing.
the whispering had stopped.
you hesitated for a moment, hand hovering over the doorknob, debating whether you should open it. itâs just your imagination, you told yourself. youâre tired. you're in a creepy place. itâs normal to feel a little on edge.
but your curiosityâand the nagging sense of something being very wrongâwon out. slowly, you turned the knob, the door creaking as it swung open into the dark hallway. the air was colder out here, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible scent of something sweetâlike roses that had been left too long in the vase, just starting to wilt.
the hallway stretched out in both directions, the same eerie silence blanketing the mansion. no voices, no footsteps. nothing. but your eyes caught on somethingâthe flickering light at the far end of the hall. the soft glow of a single candle, perched on a small table near one of the old-fashioned sitting areas.
you frowned. that candle hadnât been lit earlier.
carefully, you padded down the hallway toward the light. as you got closer, you noticed something strangeâthe candleâs flame wasnât moving. it stayed perfectly still, not even flickering despite the faint breeze you felt coming from the windows. it was almost like it wasnât real.
just as you were about to reach it, a figure stepped out of the shadows.
you gasped, taking a step back, but quickly realised who it was.
heeseung stood before you, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the hallway. his suit was immaculate as before, not a single wrinkle out of place, and his expression was calmâtoo calm. he smiled softly, but it didnât quite reach his eyes.
âcouldnât sleep?â he asked, his voice low and smooth, though it sent a shiver down your spine.
you hesitated, your mind racing with questions. why was he here? why wasnât there anyone else around? but instead, you forced a tight smile, trying to appear composed. âyeah, i guess⊠this place is just a little unsettling.â
heeseung tilted his head slightly, his gaze once again holding that unnerving intensity. âyouâre not the first to say that. old places like this tend to⊠hold onto things. memories. feelings.â his words hung in the air, heavy with an unspoken meaning.
you swallowed, the unease bubbling up again. âitâs just⊠weird that thereâs no one else around. for such a big hotel, itâs completely empty.â
heeseungâs smile widened, but there was something off about it. âmost guests prefer the quiet. it allows them to reflect, to... feel things theyâve long forgotten.â
there it was againâthat cryptic, almost too-perfect way of speaking. it made your skin crawl.
âwell,â you said, your voice a little shakier than you intended, âi think iâll head back to my room now. itâs late.â
as you turned to leave, heeseung reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. the contact sent a jolt through you, though his touch was oddly cold. you froze, glancing back at him.
âthereâs no need to be afraid,â he said softly, his gaze never leaving yours. âyouâre safe here. iâll make sure of it.â
the way he said those wordsâlike a promiseâsent another shiver down your spine. you forced a nod, pulling your arm away gently and stepping back. âthanks,â you mumbled, backing away from him.
heeseung watched you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable before he finally stepped aside, allowing you to retreat to your room.
once you were safely inside, you shut the door firmly behind you, heart still pounding in your chest. the mansion was far too quiet again, but this time it felt suffocating. something wasnât right here, and you werenât sure how much longer you could ignore the sinking feeling in your gut.
you climbed back into bed, but sleep didnât come easily. every sound, every shadow seemed to hold something sinister. and you couldnât shake the feeling that somewhere, in this sprawling, empty mansion, heeseung was watching. waiting.
the next morning, you were roused from sleep by a soft knock at your door. groggy and still heavy with sleep, you sat up, rubbing your eyes as the knocking continued, more insistent this time.
âcoming,â you mumbled, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. you padded across the room, and when you opened the door, you found your mom standing there, a tired smile on her face.
âgood morning, honey. theyâve called us for breakfast downstairs,â she said, her voice chipper despite the early hour. âyou should hurry and get ready. we donât want to be late.â
you nodded, stifling a yawn. âokay, iâll be down in a minute.â
she gave you a small smile and headed back down the hallway. you shut the door and took a moment to shake off the lingering unease from the night before. the encounter with heeseung had left a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach, and the mansionâs eerie stillness hadnât done much to help. but this morning was different, right? it was daylight now, and everything felt less intimidating in the warm morning light streaming through the window.
you quickly got dressed, choosing something comfortable yet presentable. once you were ready, you stepped out into the hallway, glancing left and right. your mom hadnât mentioned where the dining hall was, and you realised you had no idea how to find it. the mansionâs labyrinthine corridors all looked the sameâlong stretches of dark wood panelling and ornate furniture that seemed to belong to a different century.
with a sigh, you started walking, hoping youâd stumble upon it. as you rounded a corner, you nearly bumped into someone. you gasped, pulling back just in time, and looked up to find heeseung standing before you, a charming smile on his face.
âgood morning,â he said, his voice smooth and soft. âi see youâre trying to find your way to breakfast?â
you nodded, trying to keep your tone neutral. âyeah, iâm not sure where the dining hall is.â
heeseungâs smile widened slightly. âno problem. iâm heading there myself. we can go together.â
you hesitated for a moment but nodded, falling into step beside him as he led the way. the hallway felt even longer with him by your side, his presence both unsettling and magnetic. he walked with an easy grace, like he belonged in a place like this, and yet something about him still made your skin prickle with unease.
âso,â he began after a few moments of silence, âyou mentioned last night that youâre on a family vacation? that sounds lovely.â
you nodded, keeping your answers short. âyeah, just a road trip before i leave for university.â
âah, university. where are you headed?â
âexchange program. iâll be gone for two years,â you answered curtly, trying not to give too much away.
heeseung hummed thoughtfully. âthatâs quite a long time. your parents must be proudâand a bit sad, i imagine.â
you shrugged, glancing away. âi guess.â
he let the silence stretch for a moment, and you could feel his eyes on you, studying you in that same intense way he had the night before. it was like he was trying to figure you out, peel back layers you didnât even know you had. you kept your gaze forward, determined not to let him get under your skin.
finally, you reached the dining hall. heeseung pushed open the large double doors, and you stepped inside, immediately taking in the scene. the room was vast, grand in an old-world kind of way, with high ceilings and walls lined with towering windows draped in heavy velvet curtains. a long dining table dominated the centre of the room, stretching almost the entire length of the hall. the table was covered with a pristine white cloth, and an array of silverware was laid out with meticulous precision.
but what struck you most was how empty it was.
apart from your parents, who sat at one end of the long table, there was no one else. the chairs were all perfectly arranged, as if waiting for guests who had yet to arrive. but the eerie thing was, it felt like no one would arrive. the silence in the room only amplified the emptiness.
you frowned, glancing over at heeseung as he escorted you to the table. âwhere is everyone?â you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop yourself. âthis place is huge, but... itâs like thereâs no one else here.â
heeseungâs smile didnât falter, but there was a flicker of something behind his eyesâsomething almost too quick to catch. âmost of our guests prefer to have breakfast very early,â he explained smoothly. âtheyâre probably already off enjoying the grounds or have checked out. i typically have my breakfast after the guests. but since youâre a bit late this morning, i thought it would be nice to join you.â
you stared at him for a moment, trying to read between the lines of his carefully chosen words. it didnât quite add up. the mansion had felt empty from the moment youâd arrived, and now, seeing this massive dining hall with only your family in it, that feeling only intensified. still, you didnât press further. instead, you forced a small smile and nodded, going along with his explanation for now.
your parents, seemingly unaware of the strange atmosphere, smiled as you took a seat next to them. âthis place is incredible, isnât it?â your mom said, her eyes sparkling as she looked around the room. âi canât believe how lucky we were to find it.â
you tried to match her enthusiasm, but something about this whole situation still felt off. the room, the empty table, heeseungâs unsettling politenessâit all gnawed at the back of your mind, a whisper of warning you couldnât quite shake.
breakfast was laid out in a lavish spread, far more than the three of you could possibly eat. there were plates of fresh fruit, pastries, eggs, and other delicacies you couldnât even name. everything was prepared with a level of care and detail that felt almost excessive. you glanced at heeseung, who sat at the head of the table, watching your family with that same, unreadable smile.
he gestured toward the food. âplease, help yourselves. i had the chef prepare a little bit of everything.â
your dad wasted no time digging in, clearly impressed by the spread. your mom followed suit, smiling warmly at heeseung as she complimented the food. you, on the other hand, hesitated, your appetite dulled by the nagging sense of something not quite right.
as you picked at your plate, you caught heeseungâs eyes on you again, his gaze sharp, studying, as if waiting for something. the way he watched youâso intentlyâmade the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
you couldnât shake the feeling that, despite the empty chairs, the empty mansion, you werenât alone.
as you carefully picked at your food, trying to ignore the unnerving atmosphere, your dad set down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin. he turned to heeseung with a casual smile, though you could see the underlying hint of concern in his eyes.
âso,â your dad began, âany idea how long itâll take for the car to be repaired? weâd like to get back on the road as soon as possible.â
heeseung, ever the picture of politeness, gave a reassuring smile, leaning back in his chair with ease. ânot to worry, sir. the mechanic i contacted is very efficient. the car should be ready by this afternoon, if not sooner. youâll be on your way in no time.â
your dad seemed relieved, nodding. âthatâs great to hear. we were worried weâd be stuck out here for too long.â
heeseungâs smile widened slightly, though there was a strange glint in his eyes as he said, âweâd never dream of keeping you longer than necessary. but please, take your time enjoying our hospitality.â
you glanced up at him, something about his choice of words sending a ripple of discomfort through you. there was something about the way he spoke, always so measured, so... calculated. it was as if every word was carefully chosen for some hidden purpose. you couldnât help but wonder what he really meant by that.
your parents finished their meals before you and heeseung, having arrived earlier to start breakfast. as they wiped their hands and prepared to stand, sunoo appeared at the door. his arrival was quiet, almost too quiet, and you hadnât noticed him until he stepped into the room. he was dressed just as impeccably as before, his tuxedo crisp and perfect, but there was something off about his overly cheerful demeanour.
âif youâd like,â sunoo began, his eyes bright and a bit too wide, âiâd be happy to give you a tour of the gardens while you wait for the car. theyâre lovely this time of year.â
your momâs face lit up with enthusiasm. âoh, that sounds wonderful! what do you think, dear?â she asked your dad, who nodded in agreement.
âsure, why not? itâll be nice to stretch our legs a bit.â
you watched as your parents exchanged smiles with sunoo, who beckoned them toward the door with a dramatic sweep of his arm. but your heart sank as you realised what this meantâyour parents were leaving, and you were about to be left alone with heeseung.
before you could even offer to join them, sunoo ushered them out of the dining hall with a smile. âweâll take our time, donât worry! you two enjoy the rest of your breakfast.â
the door closed behind them with a soft click, leaving you sitting at the grand dining table, the echo of their footsteps fading into the distance.
and then it was just you.
and heeseung.
the silence stretched between you like a chasm, the weight of it pressing down on your chest. you tried to focus on your food, but the air felt thicker now, charged with an unsettling energy that made it hard to swallow. you could feel his eyes on you, studying you again with that same, intense scrutiny that had left you uneasy from the moment you arrived.
you kept your gaze fixed on your plate, hoping that if you didnât look at him, he might just lose interest. but you could still sense his presence, feel the way his attention never wavered.
âyouâre not eating much,â heeseung remarked, breaking the silence, his voice smooth and deceptively casual. âis the food not to your liking?â
his tone was polite, but there was a subtle edge to it that made you feel like the wrong answer could mean something more than just criticism. you forced a small smile, shaking your head.
âno, itâs fine. iâm just not that hungry.â
heeseung leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. âyou seem... uncomfortable,â he said softly, his words hanging in the air. âis something bothering you?â
your pulse quickened. the way he asked the question, so calm and controlled, made you feel like he already knew the answer. like he was testing you, waiting to see how youâd respond. you didnât want to give him any more reason to focus on you than he already had.
âno,â you replied, your voice a little too quick. âitâs just... a lot to take in. this place is... different.â
heeseungâs lips curved into a faint smile, but there was no warmth behind it. âdifferent can be good,â he said, his eyes glittering with something you couldnât quite place. âsometimes itâs the unexpected that makes an experience truly memorable.â
you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, the strange tension between you growing heavier by the second. there was something almost predatory in the way he watched you, like he was waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
âi suppose,â you muttered, pushing your food around your plate. âi guess iâm just not used to places like this.â
heeseung chuckled softly, the sound low and almost dangerous. ânot many people are.â
another silence fell between you, thick and uncomfortable. you could hear the faint ticking of a distant clock, the only sound breaking the stillness of the room. you glanced toward the door, half-hoping sunoo and your parents would return sooner rather than later, but there was no sign of them.
heeseungâs voice interrupted your thoughts, his tone soft but insistent. âyou didnât seem very interested in the history of the mansion last night,â he said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on you. âbut if youâd like, i could tell you a little more about it now. it has... quite the past.â
your throat tightened at his words. part of you wanted to refuse, to keep the conversation as shallow and short as possible, but another part of you couldnât help but be curious. what kind of history could a place like this have? why did it feel like there was something dark lurking beneath the surface?
you hesitated, your fingers gripping your fork a little too tightly. âsure,â you said quietly, against your better judgement. âiâd like to hear about it.â
heeseungâs smile widened, a slow, almost sinister curl to his lips as he leaned forward again, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous kind of interest.
âgood,â he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. âbecause thereâs so much for you to learn.â
heeseungâs words seemed to echo in the cavernous dining hall, each syllable hanging in the air like a weight pressing down on your chest. you shifted in your seat, suddenly aware of how isolated you were from everyone else. your parents were somewhere outside, wandering the sprawling gardens with sunoo, oblivious to the tension brewing in this room. and you were hereâalone with heeseung, who was studying you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.
he leaned back in his chair, a slow, deliberate movement, his eyes never leaving yours. âthis mansion has a long history,â he began, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. âitâs been standing for centuries, long before this area became what it is now.â
you swallowed, trying to keep your unease from showing. âcenturies? thatâs... impressive.â
heeseung nodded, his fingers tracing the edge of his plate in a casual, almost absent-minded way. âimpressive, yes. but also... haunted by its past.â his eyes gleamed with something you couldnât quite place. âyou see, many who come here find themselves drawn in by the allure of the unknown. they come seeking something different, something unique. and often, they find more than they bargained for.â
you felt a chill run down your spine. the way he spokeâso calm, so composedâmade the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. it was as if he was telling you a story he had told many times before, one with a punchline you wouldnât like.
âwhat do you mean by that?â you asked, your voice quiet but firm. you didnât want to seem rattled, even though you were starting to feel like the walls were closing in around you.
heeseungâs smile widened, but it didnât reach his eyes. âletâs just say this mansion has a way of revealing things... about the people who stay here. things they may not even realise about themselves.â
your pulse quickened. âthat sounds a little ominous.â
heeseung chuckled, the sound soft and unsettling. âitâs not meant to be. itâs just... the nature of this place. it has a way of bringing the truth to the surface. youâll see, in time.â
you didnât like the way he said that, as if you were going to be here long enough for the mansion to work its mysterious magic on you. you were only supposed to stay until the car was fixed, and then you and your family would be gone. the thought of staying here any longer than necessary made your stomach churn.
âi donât think weâll be here long enough for that,â you said, forcing a small smile.
heeseungâs eyes flashed with somethingâdisappointment? amusement? it was hard to tell. âyou never know,â he said quietly, his gaze intense. âsometimes, plans change.â
you glanced away, focusing on your barely touched plate. the food that had once looked so appealing now seemed like a burden, something you had no appetite for. you just wanted this conversation to end, to find your parents and get out of this place as soon as possible.
as if sensing your discomfort, heeseung leaned back again, his demeanour shifting ever so slightly. âi didnât mean to make you uncomfortable,â he said, though there was a glint in his eyes that told you he knew exactly what he was doing. âitâs just that... guests here tend to stay longer than they anticipate. this place has a way of... captivating people.â
the word captivating sounded too much like trapping for your liking.
before you could respond, the door to the dining hall creaked open, and you breathed a silent sigh of relief as your parents entered, laughing and chatting with sunoo, who was still wearing his unsettlingly bright smile. their carefree demeanour was such a stark contrast to the tension youâd been feeling that it almost made you dizzy.
âsweetie, you should see the gardens!â your mom exclaimed as she approached the table, oblivious to the undercurrent of unease between you and heeseung. âtheyâre absolutely gorgeous. iâve never seen anything like it.â
your dad nodded in agreement, beaming. âitâs like something out of a storybook.â
you forced a smile, trying to match their enthusiasm. âthatâs great. iâm glad you had fun.â
sunooâs eyes flicked to heeseung for a brief moment, something unspoken passing between them, and then he turned his bright gaze back to your family. âiâm sure youâll have plenty of time to explore the rest of the estate before you leave.â
you stiffened at his words, catching the subtle implication. you werenât leaving any time soon.
heeseung stood then, smoothing down the front of his suit, his gaze lingering on you for just a beat too long before he addressed your parents. âiâve arranged for the mechanic to give me an update on the car shortly. in the meantime, please, make yourselves comfortable. feel free to explore the mansion further if youâd like.â
your parents seemed delighted by the prospect, but you felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your chest. you couldnât shake the feeling that this place was trying to keep you here, that every step you took deeper into the mansion only tangled you further in its web.
heeseungâs gaze slid back to you, his smile as charming and unsettling as ever. âiâll make sure everything is taken care of. donât worry.â
but worry was all you could feel as your family began to follow sunoo out of the dining hall, leaving you to trail behind, your thoughts spinning. as you exited the room, you couldnât help but glance back at heeseung, who stood by the door, watching you with that same piercing gaze.
there was something about the way he looked at youâsomething that made you feel like a fly caught in a spiderâs web.
and you werenât sure if you could escape.
the afternoon dragged on in an unbearable haze of waiting. you, your parents, and heeseung sat in the grand living room, the heavy silence punctuated only by the occasional ticking of an old grandfather clock in the corner. outside, the sky had darkened, heavy clouds looming like a bad omen. the only thing on your mind was the carâwhere it was, how much longer it would take, and when you could finally leave this unsettling mansion behind.
your parents seemed more at ease, happily sipping tea that sunoo had prepared earlier, oblivious to the undercurrent of unease that rippled beneath the surface of every interaction with heeseung. you, on the other hand, were fidgeting, your leg bouncing nervously as you tried to avoid catching heeseungâs gaze. he had been watching you ever since you mentioned the car, his expression growing darker, his easy charm slipping.
âyou seem quite eager to leave,â heeseung finally said, breaking the silence. his voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, something cold hidden beneath the surface.
you glanced up at him, forcing a tight smile. âwell, we have to get to our resort, and weâve already spent a lot of time here. iâd hate to miss out on more of the trip.â
heeseungâs lips twitched, but his smile didnât reach his eyes. âyou donât like it here?â
there was something almost accusatory in his tone, and it made your skin prickle. you hesitated, not wanting to offend him but unable to shake the growing feeling of unease that seemed to cling to the walls of this place.
âitâs not that,â you said carefully, shifting in your seat. âitâs just that we had plans. you know, a family bonding trip. and... well, weâve been here longer than we expected.â
heeseungâs gaze didnât waver, his expression unreadable. âplans change,â he said softly, his eyes narrowing just the slightest bit. âsometimes, staying a little longer can be... beneficial.â
a cold shiver ran down your spine at his words. the way he said it felt off, as if there was something deeper he wasnât saying, something he didnât want you to understand just yet. you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, and sunoo appeared, running into the room with a frantic expression.
âheeseung!â sunoo called out breathlessly, his usual cheery demeanour replaced with genuine concern. âthereâs a storm! a really bad one. the roads are flooding, and the mechanic just calledâhe canât bring the car back today.â
your heart sank at his words, and you shot a glance at your parents, who exchanged a look of resignation.
your father sighed, rubbing his temples. âwell, i guess weâre not going anywhere today.â
your mother nodded in agreement, placing her teacup down with a little clink. âweâll have to stay another night, then. thereâs nothing we can do about it.â
you could hardly believe it. you were so close to leaving, so close to getting out of this place, and now a storm? it felt too convenient, too well-timed. you turned to heeseung, expecting some kind of reaction, and you werenât disappointed. he was smiling againâbut this time, it was different. it wasnât the charming, polished smile he had worn before. this one was darker, more predatory. his eyes glinted with something that made your stomach twist.
âi suppose that settles it,â heeseung said smoothly, his voice like silk. âlooks like youâll be our guests for another night.â
his words sent a wave of discomfort rolling through you, and you felt your throat tighten. you looked away, staring out the window as the rain began to pour in heavy sheets, the dark sky flashing occasionally with streaks of lightning. the storm outside felt like a reflection of the storm brewing within you.
âiâm sure the car will be ready first thing tomorrow,â your father said, ever the optimist, though his voice carried a tinge of doubt.
sunoo nodded enthusiastically, stepping forward with his usual bright smile. âof course! weâll make sure everything is perfect for you until then. donât worry!â
you wanted to scream. how could no one else feel what you were feeling? how could your parents be so at ease when everything about this situation screamed danger? the mansion, the people, the timing of the stormâit all felt like a trap closing in around you.
heeseungâs eyes flicked toward you again, and you caught the smirk curling at the corner of his lips. he knew. he knew how unsettled you were, how desperately you wanted to leave, and he was relishing it.
âplease, make yourselves comfortable,â heeseung said, his gaze locking onto you as he stood up from his seat. âwe have plenty of time to enjoy the rest of your stay. after all, itâs not every day you get to experience a place like this.â
his words felt like a warning, a reminder that you were stuck here, and you had no choice but to play along with whatever game he was setting up. you forced a smile, feeling your pulse quicken.
âgreat,â you muttered under your breath, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. but heeseung did. his eyes flashed with amusement, and he gave you a slow, knowing smile that made your skin crawl.
âdonât worry,â he said in a voice so low only you could hear. âyouâll be safe here.â
the way he said it made you doubt every word.
that evening, the mansionâs eerie atmosphere feels heavier on your shoulders than ever. as the storm rages outside, you find yourself wandering through the darkened hallways, trying to shake off the strange feeling heeseung left you with earlier. something about his cryptic words keeps circling back in your mind, making it impossible to relax. you run your fingers along the old wooden bannister as you walk, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the too-quiet halls. but even that sound feels strangeâthe echoes donât seem to bounce back to you the same way. itâs almost like they fade into the walls, swallowed by the house.
you pause as you notice a clock hanging on the wall ahead. the second hand ticks steadily, but when you glance at another clock just around the corner, you feel your skin prickle. the second hand on that clock is moving fasterâmuch faster. you stand frozen, watching the two clocks run at different speeds, as if time itself is slipping out of sync.
the light overhead flickers, and you feel a chill run down your spine. the mansion is still as beautiful as it is unsettling, but tonight, it seems to be shifting in subtle ways. you walk further down the hallway, but something feels⊠wrong. the layout doesnât seem quite right, as if the corridor you just passed should have been longer or led somewhere else entirely. you shake off the feeling, convincing yourself that itâs just your imagination playing tricks on you in this old, dimly lit place.
whispers.Â
you swear you hear them. at first, you think it might just be the wind rattling through the old windows, but the sound is too humanâtoo hushed, like voices speaking just outside the range of your hearing. you spin around, expecting to find someone behind you, but thereâs nothing. just shadows dancing along the walls, moving ever so slightly as the flickering light fights to keep them at bay.
your pulse quickens as you walk on, drawn down a side corridor youâre sure you havenât been down before. the walls here are differentâmore elaborate, with heavy drapery and intricate mouldings. at the end of the hallway, you come to a door. something about it makes you pause. you reach for the brass doorknob, your fingers brushing against the cold metal, and a shiver runs through you.
when you open it, a wave of familiarity washes over you, hitting you like a forgotten memory. inside, the room is dimly lit, filled with old-fashioned furniture that feels like it belongs to a different eraâplush chairs, wooden tables with detailed carvings, and an antique music box sitting on a dresser. the air smells faintly of dust and something sweet, like old perfume thatâs been lingering for years.
your eyes fall on the music box. itâs small, delicate, with intricate designs etched into its surface. without thinking, you step forward and reach out, fingers brushing lightly against it. before you can even wind the mechanism, it begins playing on its own, the soft, haunting melody filling the room.
your breath catches in your throat as that eerie sense of dĂ©jĂ vu tightens its grip on you. the tune is familiarâso familiar, but you canât place where youâve heard it before. it pulls at something deep within you, like a forgotten dream just out of reach. youâre transfixed, unable to pull away from the music, when suddenly, the door creaks behind you.
you whip around, and your heart skips a beat when you see heeseung standing in the doorway. his expression is unreadable, but thereâs a coldness in his eyes that sends a shiver through you. he steps into the room, his presence filling the space, and the music stops abruptly, as if the mansion itself is responding to him.
âwhat are you doing here?â his voice is stern, not the smooth charm youâve come to expect from him. thereâs an edge to it that makes you take a step back.
âiâi was just looking around,â you stammer, feeling like a child caught snooping where they shouldnât be. the weight of his gaze presses down on you as he moves closer.
âthis is my study,â he says, his tone low and controlled, but you can hear the warning in his voice. âyouâre not supposed to be in here.â
you feel a flush of embarrassment and unease wash over you. âi didnât know⊠i justââ
âdidnât know?â heeseung cuts you off, raising an eyebrow as his eyes narrow. âor were you curious about what youâd find?â
the tension between you feels thick, almost suffocating. heeseungâs gaze is unwavering, as though heâs trying to read your every thought, his earlier charm replaced with something far more dangerous. you feel like youâve crossed a lineâone that you didnât even know existed until now.
heeseungâs intense gaze softens slightly as he notices the way your face flushes with embarrassment. his lips part, as if heâs about to say something harsh, but then, as if catching himself, he lets out a sigh. the coldness in his eyes melts away, replaced by that familiar, smooth charm.
âi didnât mean to scare you,â he says, his voice lowering, smoothing over like silk. âwhy donât i show you the library instead? i think youâll find it... interesting.â
you hesitate, still rattled by the sharpness of his previous tone. something inside you whispers to be careful, to keep your distance. but the magnetic pull of heeseungâs presence is hard to resist, and despite your instincts, you find yourself nodding.
heeseung smiles faintly, though his expression remains unreadable. he gestures for you to follow him, and together, you walk down the dimly lit corridors of the mansion. the silence is unsettling, broken only by the soft shuffling of your footsteps against the creaky wooden floors. you canât help but feel like the walls themselves are watching you, the weight of the mansion pressing in from all sides.
as you walk, you become aware of how time feels... off. the clocks you pass seem to tick irregularly, some faster, some slower, as though they belong to different realities entirely. the light filtering through the tall windows is dim, though it doesnât seem like itâs evening yet. you glance back, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck prickle as if somethingâsomeoneâis just out of sight.
you stumble over a loose tile, your thoughts breaking apart. with a yelp, you trip forward, bracing yourself for a fall. but before you hit the floor, strong hands catch youâheeseung, steadying you with effortless ease. his grip is firm but strangely gentle. you gasp, heart hammering in your chest as you realise how close he is.
âyou should be more careful,â he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear, a hint of amusement playing at the edges of his voice.
âthanks,â you mutter, flustered as you quickly pull away from his touch. your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you avoid his gaze as he releases you, his soft chuckle following you down the hall.
the library is massive, far larger than you anticipated. the shelves seem to stretch endlessly, filled with books of every size and colour, their spines gleaming under the warm light of chandeliers. the space feels grand and intimate all at once, the kind of place that would normally make you feel at ease, but here... something feels different.
heeseung watches you carefully, his dark eyes studying your every move. you glance at him for permission before running your fingers along the spines of the books, your curiosity getting the better of you. with a nod, he gives you his approval, and you canât help but dart forward, eager to explore the room further.
you lose yourself in the rows of shelves, marvelling at the collection of novels, old tomes, and handwritten manuscripts that line the walls. the air smells of dust and aged paper, steeped in centuries of history. you glance over your shoulder, half expecting to see heeseung watching you, but he remains a respectful distance away, his gaze soft and almost fond as he follows your movements.
but something feels... off. as you drift deeper into the library, a strange sensation pulls at your mind, as if something is guiding you, drawing you toward a particular section. without thinking, you find yourself moving toward the back, where the older, dustier books are kept.
your fingertips brush across the spines of these ancient tomes, and an eerie sense of dĂ©jĂ vu washes over you. thereâs something about this placeâthis corner of the libraryâthat feels unsettlingly familiar, like youâve been here before in another time. the hairs on your arms stand on end, and you shiver involuntarily.
just as your fingers graze the spine of a particularly worn book, you feel itâthe presence behind you. heeseung.
you turn slowly to find him standing there, his expression unreadable, but thereâs a dark intensity in his eyes that makes your breath catch. he takes a step toward you, and without realising it, you step back, your shoulders hitting the bookshelf behind you.
his eyes remain locked on yours, his proximity making it hard to think clearly. thereâs no anger in his gaze now, just that familiar magnetic pullâlike heâs trying to draw you closer, to see through you.
âyouâre curious, arenât you?â his voice is barely above a whisper, but it sends a shiver down your spine.
you swallow, trying to push back the fear creeping into your chest. âabout what?â
âabout this place. about me,â he replies, his tone smooth, almost teasing.
his eyes seem to darken as he takes another step forward, closing the distance between you. the heat of his body presses in on you, and you feel your pulse quicken as his fingers trail lightly along the bookshelf beside your head. heeseungâs smile sharpens, a predatory glint flashing in his gaze.
âcuriosity can be dangerous,â he murmurs, his voice low and intoxicating. âyou never know what you might uncover if you start digging too deep.â
his words hang in the air, a challenge laced with something far more sinister. your heart pounds in your chest, torn between the urge to escape and the overwhelming draw of his presence. you can feel his breath against your skin, his closeness making it hard to think, to breathe.
for a moment, neither of you speak. his gaze flickers to your lips before meeting your eyes again, and you can sense the power he holds in this placeâlike he knows far more than heâs letting on. like heâs been waiting for you to find something... or for you to lose yourself completely.
you break the silence, your voice shaking slightly. âwhat do you want from me?â
heeseung smiles, though itâs a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. âmaybe the question is... what do you want from me?â
the uneasy chuckle escapes your lips before you can stop it. "youâre being ridiculous," you say, forcing more confidence into your voice than you actually feel. you try to shake off the tension hanging between you, hoping to laugh this off like itâs some strange dream.
but heeseungâs expression doesnât change. he merely raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into the barest hint of a smirk. "very well then," he murmurs, his voice calm and unbothered, as though he knows something you donât.
for a moment, youâre not sure whether youâve defused the situation or walked deeper into it, but heeseung steps away, the heavy tension between you seeming to dissipate with each step he takes toward the door. he gestures with a small bow. "iâll leave you to your evening, then."
you nod quickly, not trusting your voice to say anything that wonât betray the swirl of confusion and unease knotting in your chest. with that, heeseung disappears into the corridor, leaving you alone in the vast library. the silence is thick, almost oppressive, as if the mansion itself is holding its breath.
when you finally leave the library, your mind is buzzing. the conversation with heeseung, though cryptic, has left you more rattled than ever. his words, the way he watched youâthereâs something deeper here, something youâre only starting to scratch the surface of. but, for now, you decide to push it aside. you need to clear your head.
by the time dinner rolls around, youâre feeling on edge. your parents are already seated at the dining table, chatting quietly as you join them. the room is dimly lit, casting long shadows across the grand, empty space. it feels strangeâeerily quiet without the other guests.
you glance around, frowning. âwhereâs heeseung? and the other guests?â
sunoo, whoâs been silently setting the table, looks up at you with his usual cheery smile. "ah, iâm afraid the other guests have already had their meal earlier. heeseung sends his apologiesâheâs been caught up in some... urgent business.â
itâs the same excuse they keep giving you, and each time it feels less believable. you open your mouth to press further, but before you can say anything, your mother cuts in with a light laugh. âhonestly, youâre always so curious, darling. just let it go.â
her words sound playful, but thereâs an odd edge to them, as if sheâs brushing off your concerns without really thinking about them. you glance at your father, hoping for some support, but he just nods in agreement, distracted as he stirs his soup.
you bite your lip, trying to push down the growing frustration. why arenât they worried? canât they sense that somethingâs off here?
dinner passes in a strange blur, the silence at the table broken only by the clinking of silverware. sunoo continues to move about the room like nothing is wrong, but the more you watch him, the more something about him feels... rehearsed, like heâs going through the motions of being normal without actually feeling any of it.
after the meal, you head back to your room, feeling more unsettled than ever. your parentsâ strange behaviour, the missing guests, heeseungâs cryptic wordsâitâs all starting to feel like pieces of a puzzle you canât quite put together.
that night, you toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep. every creak of the floorboards, every faint whisper of the wind outside sends your nerves into overdrive. the mansion seems to come alive in the darkness, its walls groaning, floors shifting, as though itâs trying to speak to youâtrying to tell you something.
you sit up, your heart pounding in your chest. thereâs no way youâre getting any sleep tonight, not with this strange energy crackling around you. something is wrong with this place, and you need to figure it out.
quietly, you slip out of bed, careful not to make any noise as you tiptoe toward the door. the hallways are dimly lit, the chandeliers casting long, ghostly shadows against the walls. you pause for a moment, listening to the silence, and then make your way through the mansion, your footsteps soft on the old, creaky floors.
as you wander, something strange begins to happen. the air feels colder, heavier, and the walls seem to shift subtly, as though the layout of the mansion itself is changing. you turn down a corridor you donât remember seeing before and find yourself in front of a door, slightly ajar, that you swear wasnât there earlier.
your hand trembles as you push the door open.
inside, the room is dimly lit by a single flickering candle. it smells of dust and time, as though no oneâs been here for years. but what catches your attention immediately are the photographs lining the wallsâold, faded photographs in ornate frames. you step closer, squinting at the faces in the pictures.
your breath catches in your throat.
the people in these photos⊠they look like you. some of them even resemble your parents. the clothes are different, much olderâdecades, maybe centuries oldâbut the faces⊠itâs impossible. how could they look so familiar?
you take a step back, your heart racing. something about this room feels wrong, like youâve stumbled onto something you werenât meant to see.
your eyes scan the rest of the room, and thatâs when you notice the guestbook sitting on an old wooden desk in the corner. you approach it cautiously, your fingers brushing over the brittle pages as you open it.
the names written inside are faded, barely legible from age. but as you turn the pages, one name catches your eyeâyour fatherâs name, written in the same elegant script as the others.
your heart pounds in your chest. you flip through more pages, and thereâs your motherâs name, too. and then⊠your own.
but the dates next to the names donât make any sense. theyâre from decades ago, long before you were even born.
you slam the book shut, a chill running down your spine. this canât be real. it doesnât make sense.
before you can gather your thoughts, a soft creak echoes through the room. you whip around, your heart in your throat, and see a shadow flicker in the doorway.
itâs sunoo, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
âwhat are you doing here?â he asks, his voice soft but carrying an unsettling edge.
you freeze, unable to find the words to respond. sunoo steps further into the room, his ever-present smile feeling more like a mask than ever before.
âyou shouldnât be snooping around,â he says, his tone calm, almost soothing. âsome things are better left alone.â
before you can say anything, sunooâs eyes shift toward the guestbook in your hands. his smile falters for just a split secondâbarely noticeable, but enough to send a fresh wave of unease through you.
"iâll take you back to your room,â he says, his voice steady again. âcome on, itâs late.â
you donât argue. you just nod,and follow him out of the room, feeling the weight of the mansion pressing down on you with every step.
the next morning, you wake up to the sound of heavy rain beating against the windows. groaning, you pull the covers over your head, hoping that maybe the storm has let up by now, but from the relentless sound, itâs clear that isnât the case.
you make your way downstairs, hoping for better news, but your parents are sitting at the breakfast table, both looking completely at ease, as though the weather outside is no big deal.
âgood morning, sweetheart!â your mom chirps, her voice unnaturally bright.
"morning," you mumble, taking a seat as you glance toward the large windows in the dining room. the sky is a swirling mess of dark clouds, rain pouring down so hard you can barely see the surrounding grounds.
âstormâs not going anywhere for the next few days,â your dad says casually, stirring his coffee. âlooks like weâre stuck here for a bit longer.â
you frown, a wave of frustration bubbling inside you. "what about the resort? the plans we made?"
your mom exchanges a glance with your dad, then she turns to you with a serene smile. âyou know, maybe this is a sign. the resort will still be there later, and this mansion⊠well, itâs kind of charming in its own way, isnât it? why not just enjoy it?â
you stare at her, incredulous. "you want to stay here?"
âitâs vintage, classy, and weâre already settled in. it feels⊠perfect, in a way,â your mother continues, her voice light but with an unsettling certainty. âitâs like we were meant to be here.â
something about the way she says it sends a shiver down your spine. youâve been feeling like you werenât supposed to be here at allâlike youâve stumbled into a trap you canât escape. but looking at your parentsâ relaxed faces, they clearly donât share your unease.
you sigh, rubbing your temples. âfine. i guess weâre staying.â
itâs not like you have a choice anyway. the storm doesnât seem like itâs stopping anytime soon, and the roads would be impossible to navigate in this weather.
you wander through the mansionâs winding hallways, the silence heavy and oppressive. no matter how grand or beautiful this place is, it feels like a cageâisolated, suffocating, filled with unseen eyes and secrets buried in every corner. the tension from this morning still clings to your thoughts like a dark cloud, refusing to let you find peace.
as you turn a corner, you nearly collide with sunoo, whoâs balancing a tray of ingredients. his usual brightness doesnât fade; instead, his eyes light up as he sees you. but thereâs something in his smileâsomething mischievous, playful, and... unsettling.
"looking bored?" he asks with that trademark grin, though his eyes seem to flicker with something deeper. "want to bake something with me?"
you hesitate, feeling an odd sensation settle in your stomach. you havenât exactly gotten close to sunoo since you arrived here. something about him always felt a little strange, as if heâs holding back, concealing his true self behind that playful mask. but the silence of the mansion is worse than the idea of baking with someone like him.
after a beat, you nod. "yeah, okay."
sunoo's grin widens, and he leads you into the mansionâs oversized kitchen, the high ceilings and gleaming countertops almost intimidating in their grandeur. you canât help but feel like even this space is part of the houseâs deceptionâtoo perfect, too polished.
âyouâre in for a treat,â sunoo says, his voice slipping into a more casual tone as he sets the tray on the counter. âi make the best cookies youâll ever taste.â
you donât respond, already lost in your own thoughts, trying to distract yourself from everything that's happened. the tasks of measuring and mixing are a welcome escape. sunoo chatters on as he gathers ingredients, but you only half-listen, trying to ignore the prickle of unease creeping up your spine.
as you mix the batter, sunooâs light-hearted teasing pulls you in despite yourself. his comments, although flippant, ease some of the tension youâve been holding, and before you realise it, youâre laughing at one of his jokes. you sneak a bit of dough when heâs not looking, and it feels almost⊠normal.
but then sunoo catches you, playfully swatting your hand. "hey! no cheating!" he scolds with mock seriousness.
you let out a chuckle, taking the opportunity to swipe some flour onto his cheek. "oops."
sunoo gasps, clutching his chest in exaggerated shock. "oh, youâre going to pay for that."
before you can react, he smears flour across your nose. the playful gesture sends you both into fits of laughter, the tension of the mansion temporarily lifting. for a brief moment, the world outside this kitchenâits darkness and mysteriesâfeels far away. the warmth of sunooâs laughter fills the room, and you canât help but feel yourself relax in his presence.
but then something changes.
the playfulness lingers, but when sunooâs hand grazes your arm, wiping away some flour from your cheek, the touch lingers a little longer than it should. his fingers brush your skin lightly, and suddenly, the laughter fades into a different kind of tension. his eyes meet yours, and for the briefest second, thereâs something thereâsomething unspoken, something... charged.
you swallow hard, unsure how to respond. the lighthearted moment has turned into something else entirely, and the air between you grows thick. sunooâs grin remains, but his gazeâintense and a little too intimateâholds you captive for a moment longer than feels safe. youâre aware of his closeness, of how different this interaction feels compared to everything else between you.
and then, just as quickly, the moment is broken.
the sensation of being watched crawls back over your skin, sending a cold shiver down your spine. you freeze, the weight of a gaze pressing heavily on you, suffocating the playful atmosphere. slowly, you turn toward the doorway.
heeseung is standing there, leaning against the doorframe with an expression that makes your blood run cold. his eyes are locked on you, darker and more intense than youâve ever seen them. the tension in the room shifts, and itâs no longer playfulâitâs dangerous.
sunooâs posture stiffens, but his smirk doesnât falter. if anything, he seems to relish the moment. âoh, hey heeseung,â he drawls, his voice dripping with mock innocence. âwe were just having a little fun. you donât mind, do you?â
heeseung doesnât respond right away, his gaze flicking from you to sunoo, then back to you. his eyes are sharp, a dark possessiveness brewing behind them. when he finally speaks, his voice is low, dangerous. âiâm sure youâre keeping her... entertained.â
sunooâs smirk widens as he steps a little closer to you, just enough to make the tension unbearable. âoh, absolutely. we make quite the team in here,â he says, his hand grazing your shoulder briefly in a gesture that feels too familiar, too intimate.
your heart races as you stand between them, caught in their unspoken battle. heeseungâs eyes darken further, his jaw clenched tightly as sunoo continues to play his game, his fingers brushing more flour off your cheek. the touch sends a jolt through youânot of comfort, but of confusion. why does this feel wrong? and why canât you pull away?
heeseungâs calm facade cracks. he steps forward, his movements deliberate, as if every step brings him closer to an edge you canât see. his voice, when he finally speaks, is smooth but holds a razor-sharp edge. âi think youâve had enough fun for today.â
heeseungâs hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a little too long, the touch possessive. sunooâs playful demeanour falters slightly, but he steps back with a knowing look, eyes flicking between you and heeseung.
âi guess thatâs my cue,â sunoo says with a sly wink, retreating from the kitchen. but before he leaves, his gaze lingers on you one last time, and in that moment, it feels like the game is far from over.
the moment sunoo is gone, the atmosphere shifts. heeseungâs hand lingers on your arm, his fingers ghosting over your skin as he pulls you closer, his gaze locking onto yours. his touch, once soft, now feels like a cage, holding you in place as his lips curl into a dark smile.
âyou shouldnât let him get so close to you,â heeseung says softly, his voice like velvet, wrapping around you with a dark intensity. âhe doesnât have your best interests at heart.â
your pulse quickens, and you try to pull away, but heeseungâs grip tightens. his eyes are soft, but the look in them is anything but. heâs watching you like you belong to him, and the thought sends another wave of fear crashing over you.
âiâŠâ you donât know what to say. youâre caught between the two of them, between the strange camaraderie they share and the way heeseungâs mood shifts on a knifeâs edge.
heeseung leans closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers, âyou should only trust me. iâm the one who cares about you.â
the words send a chill through you, and yet⊠you canât pull away.
heeseungâs hand remains on your arm, his touch gentle but firm as he leads you out of the kitchen. his earlier tension has shifted into something more deliberate, more focused, and you canât shake the feeling that heâs leading you somewhere for a reasonâone that youâre not entirely sure youâre ready to face.
âthereâs a better way to pass the time,â he murmurs, his voice low as he glances at you from the corner of his eye. thereâs something unreadable in his gaze, a dark glimmer of emotion that both unnerves and draws you in.
you donât respond, your mind still spinning from the earlier interaction with sunoo, from the way heeseung had claimed your attention so completely. now, as he leads you down another unfamiliar hallway, you canât help but feel like youâre walking deeper into somethingâinto the very heart of the mansionâs secrets.
eventually, you reach a door at the end of the corridor, and heeseung pushes it open with a soft creak. the room beyond takes your breath away.
itâs elegant, grand in a way that feels both timeless and dreamlike. a grand piano sits in the centre, its polished surface gleaming under the light streaming in from a gigantic window. the window offers a perfect view of the garden outside, whichâdespite the ongoing stormâseems eerily peaceful, the flowers swaying gently as though untouched by the chaos in the sky.
you step inside, your feet moving almost of their own accord. the air in here feels different, thick with something unnameable. as you look around, that familiar feeling of dĂ©jĂ vu washes over you again, stronger this time. youâve been here beforeâor at least, it feels like you have.
heeseung watches you closely, his dark eyes following your every movement. thereâs something in his gazeâsomething that flickers between hunger and sorrow, desperation and longing. itâs as if heâs waiting for you to remember something important, something crucial.
without a word, he sits down at the piano. his fingers brush lightly over the keys, and after a brief moment of silence, he begins to play.
the melody is soft at first, gentle and haunting, and yet⊠you know it. somehow, impossibly, you recognize the tune even though youâve never heard it before. the notes seem to pull at something deep inside you, stirring emotions you canât explain.
as heeseung plays, his gaze never leaves you. his eyes are dark, intense, filled with a pain that tugs at your heart. but behind that pain, thereâs something elseâsomething dangerous, something that feels like itâs pulling you toward him, binding you to him in ways you canât understand.
the music swells, filling the room with a haunting beauty that leaves you breathless. your chest tightens, and before you realise whatâs happening, you feel tears streaming down your face. your body moves on its own, your feet carrying you across the room toward heeseung.
you stop in front of him, your vision blurred with tears. gently, almost instinctively, you reach out and place your hand on his cheek. his skin is warm under your touch, and for a moment, he closes his eyes, leaning into your hand as if savouring the contact.
the final note of the melody lingers in the air, and heeseungâs fingers are still on the keys. the silence that follows feels thick, heavy with unspoken words and unasked questions.
you gasp, suddenly realising what youâre doing. you pull your hand away from his face, stepping back as if youâve crossed an invisible line. your heart pounds in your chest, your mind swirling with confusion.
âiâiâm sorry,â you stammer, wiping at your tears. âi donât know what came over me.â
heeseung opens his eyes slowly, and when he looks at you, thereâs a sadness there so profound it makes your heart ache. he doesnât speak for a long moment, simply watching you as though waiting for you to understand something.
you take a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. âwhat is this place, heeseung? why⊠why does it feel like iâve been here before?â
his expression darkens, his gaze growing distant as if heâs wrestling with something inside himself. for a moment, you think heâs going to deflect your questions like he always does, but then, to your surprise, he speaks.
âthis mansion,â he begins, his voice low and almost resigned, âis not what it seems.â
your blood runs cold at his words, and you feel a chill creep up your spine.
âwhat do you mean?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
heeseung rises from the piano bench, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you. thereâs something predatory in the way he moves, but thereâs also a deep sadness in his eyes, as though heâs weighed down by centuries of pain.
âthis placeâŠâ he says quietly, glancing around the room. âit has a way of trapping those who stay too long. the walls, the hallsâthey shift, they change, and time here doesnât flow the way it should.â
your mind races as you process his words. âtrapping? how?â
heeseungâs gaze locks with yours, his expression unreadable. âthe mansion is alive in its own way. it feeds off the presence of those who come here, twisting their reality until they can no longer leave.â
you take a step back, your heart pounding in your chest. âare you saying⊠weâre trapped?â
heeseungâs jaw tightens, and he looks away, his hands clenched at his sides. âyes,â he says softly. âbut you⊠youâre different.â
âdifferent?â you echo, confusion swirling in your mind. âwhat do you mean?â
heeseung steps closer, his eyes filled with an emotion you canât quite place. âthe mansion brought you here for a reason. itâs not a coincidence that you ended up at this placeâitâs because of who you are.â
you shake your head, backing away from him. âwhat are you talking about?â
heeseungâs gaze is piercing, and his next words make your blood run cold.
âyouâve been here before,â he says, his voice low. âa long time ago.â
your heart skips a beat, and you feel a wave of nausea wash over you. âthatâs impossible.â
heeseung takes another step forward, his eyes filled with desperation now. âitâs not impossible. you were here, in another time, in another life. and you were with me.â
the room feels like itâs spinning. your thoughts race as you try to make sense of his words, but nothing adds up. âyouâre lying,â you whisper, but even as you say it, a part of you knows that heâs telling the truth.
âiâm not lying,â heeseung says, his voice filled with quiet sorrow. âwe were together, bound to this place. and now⊠the mansion has brought you back to me.â
you shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. âi donât understand.â
heeseungâs expression softens, and for a moment, he looks almost vulnerable. âthe mansion has a way of bringing people back, of trapping them in a cycle. iâm bound to this place, cursed to live here for eternity. and now that youâre here againâŠâ
he doesnât finish the sentence, but the implication hangs in the air.
you take a shaky breath, your mind reeling. âyou think⊠you think iâm supposed to share your fate?â
heeseung looks at you with a mix of desperation and longing. âi donât know. but i do know that this place⊠it wonât let you leave easily.â
the weight of his words sinks in, and you feel a chill run through you. the mansionâthe strange feeling of familiarity, the way time seemed to warpâit all suddenly makes sense. you were meant to be here, drawn back into heeseungâs orbit, bound by forces far beyond your control.
but even as you grapple with the reality of it, one question burns in your mind: what are you willing to do to escape? and more importantly, are you even sure you want to?
the air between you and heeseung feels heavy after his haunting confession, a truth that lingers like a cloud over your thoughts. your heart is racing, torn between fear and an inexplicable pull towards him. his words replay in your mind, looping with eerie familiarity: youâve been here before. with me.
it doesnât make sense, and yet somehow, in the deep recesses of your memory, it does.
heeseungâs dark eyes soften as he steps closer to you, his previous intensity fading into something almost fragile. you expect him to push further, to lock you into his twisted truth, but instead, his posture slackens as if heâs letting go of somethingâsome control heâs been gripping too tightly. thereâs a new softness in his gaze, and it catches you off guard.
âi didnât mean to scare you,â he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âitâs just⊠this place, this mansionâit does things to people. to me.â
he reaches out, hesitant, as if afraid you might flinch away. but you donât. you stand frozen, your mind still reeling. when his fingers brush against your arm, thereâs a strange warmth to his touch, and you feel that pull again, that magnetic force that both terrifies and draws you to him.
"i've been trapped here for so long," he continues, his voice trembling just slightly. he sits down on the sofa by the fire, the flickering flames casting shadows on his face, highlighting the hollowness in his expression. âi donât even know how much time has passed. decades? centuries? it all blurs together after a while.â
you remain standing, watching him closely. his earlier intensityâthe predatory edge in his voiceâseems to have dissolved, leaving behind someone who looks genuinely broken. his eyes drop to the floor, and for the first time since you arrived, he looks vulnerable, as though the weight of his endless existence is finally catching up to him.
âi didnât ask for this,â heeseung says, his voice raw with emotion. âi didnât ask to be bound here, to this place. i never wanted to be a prisoner.â he glances up at you, and in the dim light, you see something flickering in his gaze: pain, longing⊠regret.
your chest tightens. the mansion, the strange events, the unshakable feeling that youâve been here beforeâit all swirls inside your head like a storm. but now, looking at him, sitting in front of you like this, you feel a pang of sympathy. maybe he isnât the monster you thought he was. maybe heâs just as trapped as you are, desperate for a way out.
you find yourself stepping closer to him, your feet moving on their own. you sit down beside him, keeping a small distance, your body tense. for a long moment, neither of you speak. the only sound is the crackling of the fire, filling the room with warmth and an eerie sense of peace.
âiâm sorry,â heeseung whispers, his voice so soft it almost gets lost in the quiet. âfor dragging you into this. you shouldnât have to suffer because of me.â
your heart clenches at the raw emotion in his words, and against your better judgement, you find yourself reaching out, your hand resting on his. he looks down at the contact, his eyes wide as if he didnât expect your touch, and for a fleeting moment, he closes his eyes, savouring the warmth.
âitâs not your fault,â you say, your voice trembling slightly. ânone of this is your fault.â
heeseungâs eyes snap open, and he looks at you, truly looks at you, with a mix of shock and something elseâsomething deeper. for a long time, neither of you speaks, but the silence between you feels heavy with unspoken words.
then, without warning, he lets out a shaky breath, almost a laugh, though thereâs no humour in it. âi donât know why iâm telling you all of this,â he murmurs, shaking his head. âmaybe because youâre the first person iâve seen in so long⊠maybe because iâve been alone for too long.â
the sadness in his voice tugs at your heart. you canât help but imagine what it must be likeâto be stuck in this place for eternity, unable to leave, watching the world move on without you. the thought sends a chill down your spine.
âi donât want you to be alone anymore,â you say, the words escaping your lips before you can stop them.
heeseungâs gaze snaps to yours, his eyes wide with surprise. for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other, the weight of your words hanging in the air. then, slowly, he shifts closer, his fingers brushing against your arm, the touch light and hesitant, as though heâs afraid of pushing you away.
âyou donât know what youâre saying,â he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. âif you stay⊠youâll be trapped, just like me.â
the reality of his words hits you like a wave of cold water, but even as you register the danger, you canât seem to pull away from him. thereâs something about heeseung that draws you in, something that makes you want to help him, even if it means risking yourself.
âiâm not afraid,â you say, your voice trembling slightly. âi donât know why, but i feel like⊠like i know you. like weâve been through this before.â
heeseungâs breath catches, and for a moment, he looks at you with such intensity that it takes your breath away. then, without a word, he reaches for your hand, holding it tightly as though heâs afraid you might slip away.
âi wish it could be different,â he whispers, his voice filled with quiet desperation. âi wish i could let you go, but⊠i canât.â
the next few days pass in a blur of quiet moments shared between you and heeseung. thereâs an unspoken understanding that neither of you fully addressesâthe haunting truth of the mansion and its curseâbut in these days, heeseungâs vulnerability and warmth seem genuine. the dark edges of his earlier intensity have softened, leaving you with the version of him that feels...safe.
each evening, the two of you sit together by the grand fireplace in the main hall, the warmth of the flames casting a golden glow over heeseungâs features. the way he speaks to you during these moments is intimate, his voice low and soothing. he shares bits and pieces of his pastânot the dark, twisted parts, but memories of beauty and light.
one night, you find yourselves sitting across from one another at a small, round table, a cosy dinner spread out between you. the fire crackles beside you, filling the room with warmth. heeseung had insisted on preparing the meal, and though youâd never seen him cook before, the food is surprisingly delicious. itâs simple, nothing extravagant, but thereâs something deeply comforting about the whole scene.
heeseung pours you a glass of wine, the red liquid glistening in the candlelight. he smiles gently as he hands it to you, and for the first time since you arrived, the tension between you feels like itâs beginning to ease.
âit feels normal, doesnât it?â he asks quietly, his voice tinged with something you canât quite placeâhope, maybe. âlike we could be anyone, anywhere. like none of thisâŠâ he gestures vaguely to the mansion around you, ââŠexists.â
you take a sip of the wine, savouring its sweetness before you nod. âit does,â you agree softly. âfor the first time since i got here, it feels⊠peaceful.â
heeseungâs gaze lingers on you, and when he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper. âthatâs all iâve ever wanted. a moment of peace.â
the words hang in the air between you, and you canât help but feel the weight of them. heeseungâs lifeâif you can even call it thatâhas been one long stretch of isolation and pain. and now, here he is, seeking solace in the small moments he can share with you. your heart aches for him.
âyouâve been alone for so long,â you murmur, placing your hand on top of his. his skin is warm beneath your touch, and for a moment, heeseungâs eyes flicker with something deep, something raw.
âiâve had to be,â he says, his voice heavy with emotion. âi donât know what iâd become if i let myself feel anything. if i let myself believe that things could ever be different.â
he looks away, staring into the fire as if searching for answers in the flames. âbut with you⊠it feels different. like thereâs a chance for something better.â
your chest tightens at his words. thereâs a sincerity in his voice that you canât deny, a vulnerability that makes you want to believe him. youâve seen the darkness in heeseung, felt the weight of his mysterious past, but now⊠now you see the man beneath it all. the man whoâs been trapped, longing for freedom, for connection.
âi want to help you, heeseung,â you say, your voice trembling slightly. âi donât know how, but⊠i want to try.â
heeseung turns back to you, his eyes shining with something akin to hope. he lifts your hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss against your knuckles. the gesture is tender, intimate, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
âyouâve already done more for me than you know,â he whispers. his gaze locks with yours, and in that moment, it feels like the rest of the world falls away. thereâs only you and him, caught in this strange, timeless place.
the next morning, heeseung takes you on a walk through the mansionâs garden. the day is overcast, the sky a soft blanket of grey, but the air is warm, filled with the scent of the blooming flowers that line the winding paths. itâs quiet out here, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or the chirp of a bird hidden somewhere in the overgrown hedges.
heeseung leads you toward the edge of the garden, where a large, ancient tree stands tall and proud, its branches stretching out like arms welcoming you. the bark is weathered, covered in thick moss, and thereâs a certain energy that emanates from it, something both powerful and deeply familiar.
âthis tree,â heeseung begins softly, running his hand over the rough bark, âhas been here longer than the mansion itself. some say itâs the heart of this place, that it holds the memories of all those whoâve lived here.â
you step closer, staring up at the gnarled branches twisting above you. thereâs something haunting about the tree, something that feels almost⊠alive.
âitâs strange,â you murmur, âbut i feel like i know this tree. like iâve stood here before.â
heeseung turns to you, his gaze filled with a deep intensity. âthatâs because you have.â
your breath catches at his words, and you glance up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. âwhat do you mean?â
heeseung steps closer, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. âthere are pieces of you that remember this place,â he says quietly. âjust like there are pieces of me that have never forgotten you.â
his words send a shiver down your spine, and you feel a strange pull toward him once again, a sense that the two of you are bound together by something far greater than just this moment.
âdo you ever wonder,â heeseung asks, his voice barely above a whisper, âwhy this place feels like home?â
your mind races, trying to process the weight of his question. you donât know how to answer, because the truth is, youâve been wondering that since the moment you arrived. and now, with heeseung standing beside you, the mansion looming behind you, and the ancient tree towering above you, the feeling is stronger than ever.
âmaybe,â you whisper, âitâs because it is.â
heeseungâs gaze locks with yours, and for a moment, it feels like time itself stops. thereâs a deep, unspoken understanding between youâa sense that, no matter how much you try to fight it, your fates are intertwined.
but as the days pass, those sweet moments with heeseungâthe cosy dinners by the fire, the walks through the garden, the soft, lingering touchesâbegin to feel like something more. they feel like a promise. like heâs slowly binding you to this place, to him.
and you canât shake the feeling that maybe thatâs exactly what he wants.
the following morning is quieter than usual, with heeseung nowhere to be found. you drift through the halls of the mansion, feeling a strange mix of restlessness and curiosity, until you find yourself in the kitchen. the smell of something sweet wafts through the air, and when you step inside, you see sunoo standing by the counter, mixing a bowl of dough with effortless grace.
he looks up as you enter, a bright smile spreading across his face. âgood morning!â he chirps, his voice as light and cheerful as always. âi thought we could bake something today. you seemed to enjoy the cookies i made last time.â
you hesitate in the doorway, unsure why your chest tightens a little at his easy demeanour. sunoo has always been polite and warm, a calming presence in the otherwise eerie mansion, but lately, something about him has started to feel... off. his constant cheerfulness, his perfect hospitalityâit all seems too deliberate, too practised.
still, you find yourself drawn to the idea of something normal, something grounded in the here and now. so you nod, stepping into the kitchen to join him.
âwhat are we making?â you ask, moving to stand beside him at the counter.
sunoo beams. âheeseung loves cinnamon rolls,â he says with a knowing glint in his eye. âi thought weâd make a batch for him.â
you feel a flutter in your chest at the mention of heeseung. youâve spent so much time with him lately that itâs hard not to think about him constantly.Â
âhow long have you been here, sunoo?â you ask after a moment, trying to sound casual. youâve never really asked beforeânever thought to, reallyâbut now that youâve started thinking about it, the question gnaws at you.
sunooâs smile tightens just a fraction, his hands stilling for a moment before he continues kneading. âlonger than i can remember,â he says with a light laugh. âtime is strange here. you lose track after a while.â
his words send a shiver down your spine. youâve heard heeseung talk about the mansion warping time, but to hear sunoo echo the same sentiment makes it feel even more real. and the way he brushes off the question only adds to the growing sense of unease.
you try to shake the feeling, focusing instead on helping him roll out the dough. the kitchen feels warm and cosy, a stark contrast to the unsettling thoughts swirling in your mind. sunoo hums softly as he works, his movements fluid and graceful.
but then, just as youâre starting to relax again, sunoo speaks, his voice soft but laced with something... knowing.
âcinnamon rolls were always your favourite, too.â
you freeze, your hand hovering over the tray of dough. his words sink in slowly, like a cold drop of water trickling down your spine.
âwhat did you just say?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
sunoo looks up at you, blinking in confusion as if he doesnât quite understand the gravity of what heâs just said. âi said cinnamon rolls were always your favourite,â he repeats, his tone casual but his eyes flickering with something deeper.
you stare at him, your heart pounding in your chest. âhow would you know that?â
for the first time since youâve met him, sunoo seems caught off guard. his usually calm, cheerful demeanour falters, and he fumbles with his words. âi-i mean, heeseung mentioned it once,â he says quickly, his smile strained. âyou mustâve said something about it, right?â
but you know you didnât. youâve never mentioned cinnamon rolls or anything about your preferences to either of them. you would remember if you had. and the way sunooâs face pales slightly, the way his smile doesnât quite reach his eyesânone of it feels right.
âsunoo,â you say, your voice sharper than you intended. âhow do you really know that?â
he straightens up, the playful light in his eyes dimming. for a brief moment, you see something else in himâsomething darker, something far more calculated than the friendly host youâve come to know. he looks at you as though measuring his next move, deciding how much to say.
âiââ sunoo stammers, then forces a bright smile again, though it no longer seems genuine. âyou know how heeseung and i have lived here for so long. it just... slipped out. iâm sorry, i didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â
heâs deflecting. you can see it in the way he avoids your gaze, in the way his hands fidget nervously at his sides. the confidence that usually defines him is gone, replaced by something much more guarded.
you narrow your eyes, stepping closer to him. âthatâs not it, sunoo. you know more than youâre telling me.â
for a moment, sunooâs cheerful facade cracks completely. his eyes meet yours, and the playfulness drains from his expression. whatâs left behind is cold, calculating, and far too knowing for comfort.
âyou donât want to ask questions you arenât ready to hear the answers to,â he says quietly, his voice carrying a strange weight that sends another shiver down your spine.
before you can respond, he turns away, resuming his work on the cinnamon rolls as though the conversation never happened. the air between you feels thick with unspoken truths, and your mind races with questions you donât know how to voice.
how does sunoo know things about you that youâve never shared? and why does it feel like heâs hiding somethingâsomething big, something dangerous?
as the silence stretches on, your unease only grows. the cosy warmth of the kitchen now feels suffocating, and every glance sunoo throws your way feels like a veiled warning. you try to focus on the task at hand, but your thoughts keep spiralling, circling back to the same unsettling conclusion:
thereâs something very wrong here.
later that evening, as you sit with heeseung by the fire once again, you canât stop thinking about what sunoo said. you want to ask heeseung, to get some kind of explanation, but you donât know how to bring it up without sounding paranoid. every time you try to voice your thoughts, the words get caught in your throat.
heeseung notices your distraction, of course. he always does. his dark eyes flicker with concern as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face.
âare you alright?â he asks softly, his voice filled with that familiar warmth that always seems to melt your defences.
you force a smile, though it feels brittle. âiâm fine,â you lie, your heart racing.
but as heeseung leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, you canât shake the feeling that everything is slipping out of your control. the mansion, sunoo, heeseungâitâs all starting to unravel, and youâre not sure if youâre prepared for what youâll find once the proper truth comes to light.
the storm that had raged outside the mansion for what felt like days finally breaks, leaving the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and the last drops of rain dripping off the eaves. the sky is clear now, a pale blue that feels far too serene after the eerie chaos of the past few days. you should be relieved, ready to leave this strange place and return to the life you know, but thereâs a tension clinging to you that refuses to dissipate.
your parents, already packing up in their room, seem eager to get back on the road. theyâve been talking about the upcoming weekâabout how you need to prepare for your university exchange program and the final stretch of family time before you go. you should feel the same urgency, the same excitement to return to normalcy, but something keeps you rooted in place, lingering in the mansionâs dim corridors.
and then thereâs heeseung.
heâs been quieter than usual since the storm ended, his smiles fewer and his demeanour darker, but every time you try to bring it up, he brushes it off. itâs like heâs biding his time, waiting for the right moment to say whateverâs been brewing behind his careful mask.
that moment comes after dinner, when your parents step outside to check on the car. you find yourself alone with heeseung in his room, the fire casting long, flickering shadows across the walls. the atmosphere is heavy, thick with unspoken words. you glance at him, and something in his expressionâa tightness around his eyes, a tension in his jawâmakes your pulse quicken.
âheeseungâŠâ you begin, your voice tentative. âweâre leaving soon. i have to get back in time for the program.â
at your words, something shifts in him, subtle but palpable. his dark eyes lock onto yours, and the pleasant facade heâs been wearing all this time cracks, just slightly. the smile that curls his lips doesnât reach his eyes.
âyouâre really going to leave me?â his voice is soft, almost too soft, and yet thereâs an edge to it that makes your stomach churn.
you take a step towards him, trying to explain. âi have to go. the programâitâs important, and i canât just stay here.â
heeseungâs expression darkens, and he takes a step toward you, closing the distance between you. âwhatâs more important? some exchange program or me?â
the question catches you off guard. his voice is low, laced with something that sounds like hurt, but thereâs a simmering anger beneath it that makes you nervous.
âi⊠itâs not like that,â you stammer, trying to find the right words. âiâve worked so hard for this, heeseung. itâs a big opportunity. you understand, donât you?â
but heâs not listening. heeseungâs jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow as he steps closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. âno, i donât understand,â he snaps, his voice rising with barely contained fury. âyou canât just leave! after everything weâve been throughâafter everything iâve done for youâyouâre just going to walk away?â
your heart pounds in your chest as his words hit you like a physical blow. thereâs something wild in his gaze now, something unhinged. heeseung reaches out, grabbing your arm, and his grip is too tight, his fingers digging into your skin.
âyouâre not going,â he says, his voice low and dangerous, the fury in his tone barely masked. âyou canât.â
the room feels like itâs closing in on you, the fireâs warmth suddenly stifling. you try to pull away, but heeseungâs grip tightens, his fingers digging deeper into your arm. his face contorts with an emotion you canât fully nameâsomething between rage and desperation.
âheeseung, youâre hurting me,â you manage to say, your voice shaky as you try to free yourself from his grasp.
at your words, his expression shifts againâthis time to something that almost looks like regret, but itâs fleeting, quickly replaced by that same desperate intensity. he loosens his grip, but he doesnât let go. instead, he pulls you closer, his other hand coming up to cup the side of your face.
âiâm sorry,â he murmurs, his voice softer now, but thereâs still an unsettling edge to it. âi didnât mean to hurt you. i just⊠i canât lose you.â
his face is inches from yours, and thereâs something predatory in the way he looks at you now. before you can react, he leans in, his lips crashing against yours with a force that makes you stumble back. the kiss is rough, possessive, not at all like the tender moments youâve shared before. itâs as if heâs trying to claim you, to make you stay through sheer force of will.
you try to push him away, but heâs too strong, his hands holding you in place. panic flares in your chest, but just as quickly as the kiss began, he pulls back, his face contorted with a mixture of fury and something akin to pleading.
âdonât go,â he whispers, his voice trembling now, and you can see tears welling up in his eyes. âplease⊠donât leave me.â
the sudden shift is dizzying. one moment, he was angryâfurious, evenâand now heâs begging, his voice raw with emotion. heeseungâs hands slide from your face to your shoulders, his fingers trembling as he holds onto you as if youâre his only lifeline.
âiâve been trapped here for so long,â he says, his voice breaking. âyouâre the only good thing thatâs happened to me in⊠i donât even know how long. i canât bear the thought of being alone again. not after everything weâve shared.â
you feel a pang of guilt at the sight of him like thisâvulnerable, broken. his eyes are filled with so much pain, so much longing, that it tugs at something deep inside you. despite the warning bells ringing in your mind, a part of you feels drawn to him, feels the weight of his desperation, his need for you.
âi donât want to hurt you,â he whispers, his voice barely audible. âbut i canât let you leave. i canât let you forget about me.â
his words send a chill through you, but they also stir something elseâsomething darker, something that makes you question your own resolve. can you really leave him here, alone, after everything?
âheeseung,â you begin, your voice shaky, âi donât want to hurt you either, but i have to go back. my life⊠i canât just abandon it.â
his expression hardens for a moment, and for a terrifying second, you think his anger will return, but instead, he collapses against you, resting his forehead on your shoulder. his body trembles, and you feel the wetness of his tears soaking into your shirt.
âstay with me,â he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. âplease⊠i need you.â
the weight of his words crashes down on you, and you feel your resolve slipping. heeseungâs vulnerability, his desperationâitâs overwhelming. you canât deny the pull you feel toward him, the way your heart aches at the thought of leaving him behind.
maybe itâs the mansion, with its strange, unearthly hold on you, or maybe itâs heeseung himselfâthe way heâs embedded himself into your heart, into your very being. either way, the thought of leaving him feels unbearable.
slowly, you wrap your arms around him, holding him as he clings to you. âiâll stay⊠for now,â you whisper, the words slipping from your lips before you can stop them.
heeseung pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours, filled with a mix of hope and relief. âyou will?â
you nod, even as your heart twists with doubt. âjust for a little longer.â
the smile that spreads across his face is soft, almost tender, but thereâs a flicker of something else in his eyesâsomething darker, something that sends a shiver down your spine.
but for now, you push it aside. youâll deal with the consequences of your decision later. right now, you just want to believe that youâre doing the right thing, that staying with heeseung is whatâs best.
even if, deep down, you know it might be the worst mistake youâve ever made.
the room is bathed in the soft, flickering light of candles, their flames casting shadows that dance along the walls. the air is thick with the scent of something floral, a heady mix of desire and tension swirling around you as heeseungâs lips trail down your neck, sending shivers through your body. his touch is gentle, worshipping, as if heâs afraid you might disappear at any moment.
it feels almost too perfectâlike a dream youâre not quite sure you want to wake up from. his hands are on your skin, warm and possessive, and despite everything, despite the lingering doubts in your mind, you feel yourself giving in. his breath is hot against your collarbone, and your body responds to him, melting into his every touch.
heeseung presses you down onto the soft bed, his movements slow and deliberate. there's an intensity in his gaze, a hunger thatâs been simmering under the surface ever since you arrived. his eyes never leave yours, and in the flickering light, thereâs something primal in the way he looks at youâsomething that makes your pulse quicken with both anticipation and a strange sense of foreboding.
âiâve waited so long for this,â he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as his fingers trace the curve of your waist, his lips hovering just above yours. âyou have no idea how longâŠâ
his words make your heart stutter, but you push the uneasy feeling aside. this moment feels too intimate, too charged to ruin with questions. you close your eyes as he leans in, kissing you deeply, and for a moment, all your doubts dissolve in the heat of the moment.
heeseungâs hands move with purpose, his touch both tender and possessive, and soon you find yourself swept away by the passion between you. it feels like time has stopped, like the mansion itself has paused its strange, shifting nature to let you have this moment together. his body presses against yours, and the world outside the room seems to blur into nothingness.
as the intensity builds, heeseungâs breath grows heavier, and so does the atmosphere around you. his whispered words become more erratic, laced with a strange urgency. he murmurs your name like a prayer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in low, fervent tones. you try to hold on to the heat between you, to the passion, but thereâs something unsettling underneath it all. something you canât quite put your finger on. the way he touches youâso familiar, like heâs done this before. like youâve done this before.
as the moment deepens, youâre both lost in each other, but then, somewhere between the whispers and the heat of his skin against yours, heeseung says something that makes your heart stutter.
âyou know he was never good enough for you.â
his words are laced with a bitterness that cuts through the intimacy like a knife. your body tenses beneath him, but you donât fully register the meaning of his words right away. who is he talking about? the thought flashes through your mind, but itâs quickly drowned out by the sensation of his hands on your skin, the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
still, the words echo, growing louder with each passing second. he? who is he talking about?
your mind begins to wander, to places youâve been trying to avoid. somewhere deep inside, thereâs a flicker of recognition. the inkling of a past lover, a shadowy figure whose face you canât quite remember but whose presence lingers in your mind. itâs as though thereâs somethingâor someoneâyouâve forgotten, buried beneath layers of a life you no longer recall.
heeseungâs lips press against your skin again, pulling you back into the moment, but the unease has already taken root. you canât shake the feeling that something is off. his wordsâhe was never good enough for youâring in your ears. but who? who could he mean?
you try to push it away, to focus on the present, but thereâs a strange shift in the atmosphere now. the way heeseung touches you, the way his voice wraps around your nameâit feels less like adoration and more like possession. and the way he said heâthe bitterness, the jealousyâit felt too personal, too pointed.
you close your eyes, trying to lose yourself in the heat of his body, but the unease grows, knotting in your chest. you canât stop thinking about what he said, about who he might be referring to. you donât remember anyone elseâat least, not fully. yet thereâs this nagging feeling, like youâre forgetting something important. or someone.
heeseung seems oblivious to your growing discomfort. his hands roam over you with a kind of desperation now, his grip tightening as if heâs afraid to let go. thereâs a possessive edge to the way he holds you, a subtle shift in the dynamic that makes your heart race for reasons that have nothing to do with passion.
âyouâve always been mine,â he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. âfrom the beginning.â
the words send a chill through you. from the beginning. itâs a simple phrase, but something about the way he says itâlike heâs claiming you, like heâs rewriting your pastâmakes you uneasy. you donât know why, but those words feel loaded, like they mean more than heâs letting on.
and then, as he kisses you again, his voice drops to a whisper, soft but chilling: âeven before⊠before him.â
your body goes rigid. there it is againâhim. the mystery lover you canât remember. the one who, according to heeseung, wasnât good enough for you. the one who existed before heeseung.
your heart pounds in your chest as your mind races, trying to piece together the fragments of memories you donât have. who is he? and why does heeseung sound so bitter, so possessive, when he talks about him?
you donât ask the questions that are burning inside you. not yet. youâre not sure youâre ready to hear the answers. instead, you let heeseung pull you closer, let him kiss you with that same intensity, but the warmth between you has shifted. thereâs something darker in the air now, something unsettling, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, the words before him continue to echo in your mind.
later, when the passion has faded and the room has fallen into silence, you lie beside heeseung, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts racing. heeseungâs arm is draped over your waist, his breathing slow and even as if heâs already drifted off into a peaceful sleep. but you canât rest. not with the weight of his words hanging over you.
he was never good enough for you.
as you lie there, wrapped in heeseungâs arms, the reality of your situation starts to sink in. the mansion, the strange familiarity, the way heeseung acts as though heâs known you foreverâit all feels too real, too deliberate. you want to believe that what you have with him is real, but thereâs a part of you, buried deep inside, that knows something isnât right.
something is missing. something from your past, somethingâor someoneâthat heeseung isnât telling you about.
and the scariest part? youâre not sure if you want to remember.
the air feels heavy, pressing down on you as you toss and turn in the unfamiliar bed, your mind restless even in sleep. the warmth of heeseungâs presence lingers, but something inside you feels unsettledâhis words still echoing in your mind, he was never good enough for you. a cold shiver runs down your spine as you drift deeper into unconsciousness, slipping into the kind of dream that feels far too real.
the room is dark, but somethingâs wrongâeverything feels⊠different. you sit up slowly, eyes scanning the space. the door that led to the hallway earlier now opens to somewhere else entirely, revealing a long corridor that seems to stretch into nothingness. the walls seem to shift, pulsating like theyâre alive, and the low hum of eerie whispers fills the air.
your heart pounds as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. the floor beneath your feet feels colder than it should, like ice seeping through the soles of your skin. your instincts scream at you to stay where you are, but something compels you to move, to explore. you walk toward the mirror on the wall, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
but when you look into it, the reflection staring back at you isnât your ownâor at least, not how you recognize yourself. the figure in the mirror is wearing clothes from another timeâa long, flowing dress, intricate lace details that seem ancient, out of place in this modern world. you canât breathe. the woman in the reflection is you, but not you. she looks like you⊠but she belongs to another life.
a flicker of movement in the mirror catches your attention, and you turn to see heeseung standing in the doorway, his figure bathed in shadows. but this isnât the heeseung youâve come to know. the softness in his expression is gone, replaced with something darker, more sinister. his face is cold, almost expressionless, but his eyesâhis eyes gleam with something sharp, dangerous.
âyouâre here,â he says, his voice deeper than usual, lacking the warmth youâve grown used to. he steps into the room, and the air seems to thicken around you. âi was hoping youâd remember sooner.â
âremember?â you whisper, confusion and fear swirling in your chest. âwhat are you talking about?â
heeseungâs lips curl into a bitter smile. âthis place, us⊠none of it is a coincidence. you think you were just passing through? that the mansion drew you in by some strange force?â he laughs, a low, humourless sound that sends chills down your spine. âi brought you here.â
you take a step back, your mind reeling. âwhat⊠what do you mean?â
heeseung tilts his head, studying you like youâre a puzzle heâs waiting for you to solve. âthis mansion, this cursed placeâitâs ours. we built it together. we ran this hotel together. donât you remember? you and i⊠we were supposed to live here, forever. but you chose him.â
a cold weight settles in your stomach. flashes of images invade your mindâdistant memories you donât understand, flickering in and out of focus. heeseung standing beside you, both of you smiling. the mansion was alive back then too, bustling with guests, full of life. but something feels wrong, distorted.
you suddenly feel like youâre suffocating, trapped under the weight of something youâre not sure you want to remember. the walls seem to shift again, the whispers growing louder, more insistent. bloodstains appear on the floor beneath you, as though seeping up from the wood itself.
heeseungâs voice pulls you back. âi loved you,â he says softly, stepping closer. his words should feel comforting, but they donât. thereâs a hunger in them, a possessive edge that makes your skin crawl. âbut you were going to marry him⊠sim jake. you never gave me a chance.â
your heart skips a beat. jake. the name pulls at something deep within you, something youâve been trying to ignore. memories you canât quite grasp swirl at the edges of your consciousness, threatening to break free. you shake your head, unable to speak, your throat tight.
âi watched you with him,â heeseung continues, his eyes never leaving yours. âwatched as you planned a future that didnât include me. but i couldnât let it happen. i couldnât let him take you away.â
the bloodstains grow darker, spreading across the floor. you take another step back, your breath quickening.
and then it hits youâa flash of memory, so vivid it nearly knocks the air out of your lungs. youâre standing in the grand foyer of the mansion, dressed in that same lace gown from the mirror. jake is beside you, holding your hand, and youâre smiling up at him, heart full of love and excitement for the life youâre about to start together.
but then heeseung appears, his expression twisted in anger, betrayal simmering beneath the surface. and beside him is sunoo, his usually cheerful face cold and calculating. you see the way they look at jake, the silent exchange between them. before you can even process whatâs happening, sunoo moves like lightningâhis hand coming down in a flash of steel.
blood.
you gasp, your body trembling as you relive the moment. jakeâs body crumpling to the ground, lifeless. your scream echoing through the halls, terror and grief crashing into you like a tidal wave.
in the dreamâor is it a memory?âyou turn, locking eyes with heeseung. you see it in his face, the mix of guilt and satisfaction. heâs done it. heâs made sure jake will never have you. but you⊠youâre not supposed to be there. you werenât supposed to see it.
heeseungâs lips part as if to speak, but before he can, sunoo moves again. you donât feel the blade; you just see your own blood spilling onto the floor, mixing with jakeâs. heeseungâs yell is heard in the background and then⊠darkness.
the memory snaps you back to the present with a force that makes you stumble, your hands clutching the edge of the bed as you struggle to breathe. your heart is pounding in your ears, and your vision blurs with tears as the reality of it all sinks in.
you stare at him, your mind reeling. âsunoo killed meâŠâ the words barely escape your lips, your voice trembling. âyou⊠you both⊠killed us.â
heeseungâs expression hardens. âit was never supposed to end like that. but sunooâhe was afraid. afraid youâd ruin everything. so heââ
âhe killed me,â you repeat, the weight of the revelation crashing down on you. âbecause of you.â
âbecause i loved you,â heeseung snaps, his voice sharp, eyes blazing with fury. âbecause i couldnât stand the thought of you being with him. you were supposed to be mine!â
the room begins to shift, the walls closing in around you, the whispers rising to a deafening roar. you see it all nowâhow the mansion is tied to you, how itâs always been tied to you. itâs not just a place; itâs a prison. a prison where heeseung, sunoo, and you have been trapped for eternity, bound by the violence and betrayal that happened within its walls.
and heeseung⊠heâs not the victim he claimed to be. heâs the one who set all of this into motion, the mastermind behind the lies, the manipulation. he brought you back here, trapped you in this cycle, because he refuses to let go. he refuses to let you go.
âyou canât leave,â he whispers, stepping closer, his voice soft but laced with something sinister. ânot now. not ever.â
your body trembles, fear twisting in your gut. the mansionâthe distorted laughter, the bloodstains that wonât fade, the sensation of being watchedâitâs all his doing. all part of his twisted game to keep you here, with him, forever.
but now, you remember. and you know the truth.
you wake up suddenly, your breath catching in your throat. the room is filled with the steady sound of heeseungâs breathing, soft and rhythmic as he sleeps beside you, his arms still wrapped around you protectively. but thereâs no peace in it for you. your heart races, your mind tangled in a web of fear and confusion after what you just experienced. the images of the dreamâor was it a memory?âflash through your mind. heeseung and sunoo killing jake. your own death. the truth about the mansion. it all feels too real, too vivid.
you glance at heeseung's sleeping form. his face is peaceful, innocent even, as if none of the horrors you've just seen could possibly be tied to him. but you know better now. his charm, his warmth, itâs all a maskâa cruel lie.
carefully, you slide out of bed, every movement deliberate, trying not to make a sound. you hold your breath as you tiptoe across the floor, your hands trembling. you donât dare look back at him, too terrified that he might wake up and catch you. you know that if you stay here any longer, youâll be trapped forever, just like in your dream. or worseâyour nightmare.
you slip out of the room, heart pounding in your ears as you make your way down the dark hallway toward your parents' room. the walls seem to loom larger in the dim light, shadows flickering at the edges of your vision. the mansion feels like itâs alive, watching your every step, waiting for you to fail.
when you reach their door, you knock softly, trying not to panic. âmom, dad,â you whisper urgently. âwe need to leave. please, wake up.â
after a moment, your mother opens the door, her face groggy with sleep. "what's going on?" she asks, rubbing her eyes.
"we need to leave," you repeat, your voice shaking. "something's wrong with this place. please, trust me. we have to go now."
your father stirs awake as well, frowning. "leave? in the middle of the night? what's gotten into you?"
"please," you beg, "i can't explain it right now, but we have to go. meet me outside, okay? just pack your things and meet me at the gates."
they exchange concerned glances but for once, sensing the urgency in your voice, they nod and begin to gather their things. relief washes over you for a brief moment as you make your way down the stairs, moving swiftly toward the mansionâs grand entrance. you're almost there, just a few more steps.
but as you reach the towering iron gates, youâre suddenly pulled back and pinned against the wall. youâre not surprised to see heeseung looming above you, with the most furious look youâve ever seen on him.
âwhere do you think youâre going, my love?â, he spits out venomously.
you try to push him away, but to no avail he just grabs both your wrists, pinning them to your chest.
âyou lied to me about all of thisâ, you look at him with betrayal, âyouâre nothing but a manipulative liar. you killed us!â
heeseung seems to freeze at that, a look of realisation crossing over his face. he lets out a chuckle in disbelief, staring at you with a dark look.
âyou found out then huh. but, you donât know the full truth, do you?â
you furrow your brows in confusion at that. what was he talking about now?
he smirks at that, letting go of your hands now. âyouâve left me no choice y/n. you did this to yourself.â
with that ominous declaration, he brings his hand up to your forehead. a series of images rapidly flash in front of your eyes, and you immediately blackout.
youâre back in the dream again, but this time itâs different. you see yourselfâyour past selfâwalking through the halls of the mansion. the air is warm, the sunlight streaming through the large windows, and everything feels⊠peaceful. you look younger, happier, laughing at something heeseung said. heâs beside you, his arm brushing against yours as you both walk through the corridors like you belong there. like this place is yours.
heeseung is smiling at you, but not in the charming, calculated way youâve come to expect. itâs a genuine smile, filled with warmth and affection. your heart flutters as he leans closer, his voice soft as he speaks. âyou always make everything feel right,â he says, eyes shining with something you canât quite place.
you smile back, a soft blush colouring your cheeks, and it hits youâhe loved you then too. but you were too caught up in your engagement to jake to see it.
the scene shifts. youâre sitting together, laughing over something, your hand resting on his arm as if itâs the most natural thing in the world. thereâs an intimacy between you that makes your stomach twist with unease. this version of you looks so in love with him. youâre touching him like you belong to him.
but that canât be right. jake was your fiancĂ©. you were going to marry him.
the memory shifts again, this time darker. heeseung leans in, his hand resting on yours for just a moment too long. âif only things were different,â he murmurs, his gaze heavy with unspoken longing.
your past self looks away, guilt flashing in your eyes. âi canât leave him,â you whisper, barely audible. âit wouldnât be good for my family or us. for the business.â
heeseungâs jaw tightens, his fingers brushing over yours with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. âbut you want to,â he says softly, the words hanging in the air between you like a dangerous secret.
and you⊠you donât deny it.
you wake up with a gasp, your heart racing as you bolt upright. your head throbs where as if you were hit, and the confusion of the dream still lingers like a fog in your mind. youâre back in heeseungâs room. alone. sunlight spills in through the curtains which means..
panic floods your veins. you scramble out of bed, your feet hitting the cold floor as you rush to the door. you canât stay here. you have to find your parents and leave before itâs too late.
when you reach the foyer, your breath catches in your throat. your parents are there, bags packed, ready to leave. relief crashes over you like a wave, and you run toward them. âmom! dad! letâs go, we have toââ
but then they turn to you, confusion etched on their faces. your mother tilts her head slightly, her brow furrowing. âwho⊠are you?â
the words hit you like a punch to the gut. âwhat do you mean? iâm your daughter! we need to leave, now!â
your father frowns, glancing at your mother, then back at you. âi think youâre mistaken. we donât have a daughter.â
your laughter bubbles up, but itâs panicked, forced. âwhat? no, stop. this isnât funny. we need to go, we need to leave right now!â
suddenly, you feel an arm snake around your waist, pulling you into a strong hold. you freeze, knowing exactly who it is before you even turn to look. heeseung. his smile is charming, but the coldness in his eyes sends a chill down your spine.
âah, sweetheart,â he says smoothly, turning to your parents with an amused chuckle. âshe likes to play these little pranks sometimes. always such a joker, my wife.â
your parentsâno, these strangersâlaugh awkwardly, nodding along like everything makes sense. âoh, we see,â your motherâno, not your motherâsays with a forced smile.Â
your blood runs cold. you twist in heeseungâs grip, looking at him with wide, horrified eyes. âwhat have you done?â
heeseungâs smile falters slightly, but he feigns hurt, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. âwhat have i done? darling, i think youâre a little confused.â
you struggle against him, but his grip tightens. "mom! dad! please, it's me! it's your daughter! you have to believe me!"
but they just stare at you, their expressions growing more uncomfortable by the second. your father clears his throat, glancing at heeseung. âi think itâs time for us to go.â
heeseung nods, his smile never wavering. âof course. iâm sorry about all this. sheâs been under a lot of stress lately. sunoo,â he calls over his shoulder.
sunoo appears from the shadows, his ever-cheerful grin now twisted into something darker, more malicious. he moves toward you, grabbing your arm with surprising strength. âcome on now, letâs not make a scene.â
âno!â you scream, thrashing in sunooâs hold. âplease, you have to remember me! iâm your daughter!â
but your parentsâthese strangersâjust exchange awkward glances before turning away. you all watch them leave, sunooâs arm still securely around your waist, holding you in place.
you break free from his grip, bolting toward the door screaming for your parents, desperate to escape. but as soon as you reach the threshold, you slam into an invisible barrier. the impact knocks the air from your lungs, and you stumble back, disoriented.
heeseung is behind you in an instant, wrapping his arms around you from behind, his breath hot against your ear. âi told you, didnât i?â his voice is low, cold. âyouâre mine. youâve always been mine.â
tears stream down your face as you push against the barrier, your hands shaking. âwhat have you done to me? why are you doing this?â
heeseungâs grip tightens, and he spins you around to face him, his eyes dark with a possessive intensity that sends shivers down your spine. âyou think youâre innocent in all of this?â his voice is soft, but thereâs a dangerous edge to it. âyou think you didnât know what was happening? you chose me. you were mine long before jake was ever in the picture.â
you shake your head in disbelief. âno, i didnât⊠i didnâtââ
sunoo steps closer, a mocking pout on his lips. âoh, sweetheart, you did. you just didnât want to admit it.â his finger traces the line of your cheek, and you flinch away from him. âyou knew about heeseungâs feelings. you used him. and when jake became a problem, you turned a blind eye to it all. you knew we would kill him.â he sighs, âunfortunately, miscommunication led to your demise and we were eventually hanged. and now our souls are cursed to be bound to this mansion for eternity.â
heeseungâs voice lowers, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, âyouâre just as guilty as i am. and now⊠youâll suffer with me. for eternity.â
you stand frozen, your mind reeling from heeseungâs words. the weight of the truth, the accusations, presses down on you like a boulder. memories you didnât even know you had flicker behind your eyesâof stolen glances, secret touches, a forbidden affair. the you from before, so desperate to keep everything intactâyour reputation, your futureâhad made a choice. a terrible, selfish choice.
ânoâŠâ you whisper, backing away from heeseung, shaking your head in denial. âthatâs not true. i didnâtââ
âdidnât what?â heeseung cuts you off, his voice sharp and cruel now, all traces of tenderness gone. âdidnât love me? didnât lead me on while you paraded around with him?â he spits the last word like itâs poison. âyou knew exactly what you were doing. you wanted to have it both ways, and when i couldnât stand it any longer, you let me kill jake because it was easier for you.â
the room spins as his words hit you like a tidal wave. you feel sick, your stomach twisting in knots. but even as the guilt rises in your throat, something inside you resists. âi didnât⊠i didnât want thatâŠâ you stammer, but your voice is weak, and the look in heeseungâs eyes tells you that he doesnât believe you. maybe you donât even believe yourself.
he steps closer, his eyes dark and filled with anger and betrayal. âyou were mine, always mine. but you just had to keep playing your little games, didnât you? you thought you could control everything. but look where itâs gotten us.â
you stumble backward, hitting the invisible barrier once again. this time it feels like itâs closing in on you, trapping you not just physically but mentally, emotionally. âi didnât want anyone to die!â you shout, your voice cracking as the tears blur your vision. âi didnât want this!â
sunoo chuckles softly from the corner, leaning casually against the wall, his expression unreadable. âwell, thatâs a nice story,â he says, voice light and mocking. âbut none of us are getting out of here. not you, not me, not heeseung.â he crosses the room, his eyes gleaming with malice as he moves toward you. âyou see, you set all of this in motion. you thought you could control us, control your fate, but now youâll be trapped here just like us.â
heeseungâs grip on your arm tightens painfully, and you can feel his desperation, his anger, boiling over. âyouâre not leaving, no matter how hard you try. this mansion, this curse, itâs our prison. and now itâs yours, too. weâre all in this together, for eternity.â
the word âeternityâ sends a fresh wave of panic through your veins. âno!â you scream, thrashing in his grip, desperate to break free. âi wonât stay here! i wonât!â
but heeseung only tightens his hold on you, his face twisted in a mixture of rage and possessiveness. âyou will stay,â he growls, his voice low and dangerous. âyou belong to me. you always have.â
sunoo steps beside heeseung, his gaze cold and detached as he watches your struggle. his mocking smile only deepens the pit of dread in your stomach. âitâs only fair, donât you think?â sunoo says, his voice filled with cruel amusement. âafter all, you did help put us in this mess. you turned a blind eye to what heeseung did. and nowâŠâ he trails his fingers along your cheek, his touch sending a shiver of fear down your spine. âyouâll pay for that mistake.â
you shake your head wildly, trying to back away, but the barrier prevents any escape. âplease, no!â you beg, your voice breaking as you sob. âi didnât know⊠i didnât mean for any of this to happenâŠâ
but heeseungâs grip is unrelenting. he pulls you closer, his eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction as he watches you unravel. âit doesnât matter now,â he says, his voice soft but filled with dark intent. âyour parents donât remember you anymore and weâre bound together, all of us. the mansion, the curse, itâs our fate. and now itâs yours, too.â
as his words sink in, you feel the weight of your past bearing down on you. the memories, the guilt, the betrayalâitâs all too much. you collapse against the invisible barrier, tears streaming down your face as you realise the full extent of whatâs happened. youâre trapped. trapped with heeseung and sunoo in this mansion, cursed to live out eternity in this twisted nightmare.
heeseung kneels down beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a cruel tenderness. âitâs better this way,â he whispers. ânow you canât leave me. youâll never leave me again.â
you choke back a sob, shaking your head. âi never wanted this⊠i never wanted to hurt anyoneâŠâ
heeseungâs lips curl into a dark smile. âbut you did,â he says softly. âand now, youâll live with that guilt forever.â
sunoo crouches beside heeseung, his gaze filled with mock pity as he watches you break down. âlook on the bright side,â he says with a smirk. âat least you wonât be lonely. youâll have us⊠forever.â
the finality of their words crashes over you like a wave, and as you look into heeseungâs cold, possessive eyes, you realise thereâs no escape. youâre trapped in this mansion, bound to heeseung and sunoo for all eternity, forced to relive the mistakes of your past life in an endless cycle of torment.
with a sinking heart, you realise that heeseung was right all along. youâve always been his. and now, youâll never be free.
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TW: Bruises/Hickies, Church
AN: Surprise shawtyyy! I was fighting demons to keep a poker face up until this point lolol also normally, I'd have a follow up post for Tuesday if I post on a Monday - but next update will be later this week, as I'm at the point where I'm just straight up making poses for the whole thing lol. (trying not to, because it's time consuming).
Transcript under the cut
Malcolm: Are they done yet? This is boring!
Jonathan: You donât get it.
Malcolm: Get what!
Jonathan: Mom and Dad. Theyâre in love and stuff.
Malcolm: Bleh!
Nancy: [whispers] Iâm sorry.
Geoffrey: Hm? What for?
Nancy Narrates: [For betraying you]
Nancy Narrates: [For always wanting more when this should be enough]
Nancy Narrates: [You donât deserve this..]
Nancy: [whispers] Nothing. Nevermind.
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Jonathan: What happened? Whatâs wrong with Mom?
Geoffrey: Sheâs ok, she just needs to rest-
Malcolm: Is it cause sheâs drunk?
Geoffrey: Malcolm- Ok, how about you two find a movie for us to watch for boyâs night and Iâll get Mommy ready for bed.
Geoffrey: Nance. I need you to sit up so I can get your night gown on.
Nancy: Mhm.. sâfine.
Geoffrey: [snorts] Alright, suit yourself. Donât try and steal all the blankets when you get cold tonight.
Nancy: [whimpers] Mâ gonna be better, Geoffrey. Mâso sorry..
Geoffrey: There you go, apologizing again. You know itâs ok if you do steal them, right, silly? I run hot at night any...anyway-
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Nancy Narrates: [I made a silent promise to my family that Iâll never stray away from them again. I would make it right, somehow]
Deacon: Today we gather to reflect on the sacred gift of family. God created humanity in His image. From the beginning, we see family is part of His design.
Deacon: It is within our families that we first encounter unconditional love that mirrors Godâs own love for us all.
Priest: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Nancy: Amen. [softly] Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been- [exhales] a while since my last confession.
Priest: What is troubling you, my child?
Nancy: Iâve- fallen prey to my weakness for the same sex. I fear what Iâve done will ruin my family.
Priest: Have you struggled with this before?
Nancy: Iâve never really acted on it, until now.
Priest: How do you feel about what youâve done?
Nancy: Guilt. Shame. Disgust.
Priest: My daughter, these emotions are a sign of your conscience at work. You have acted against your own values. You know these unnatural ways is not in accordance to Godâs design. For your penance, I want you to spend time in prayer and consider the harm youâve caused for yourself and for your soul.
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Judith: Oh, brother. He said that?
Nancy: Itâs nothing Iâve never heard before, growing up in the church and all.
Judith: You know thereâs nothing wrong with you, right?
Nancy: [scoffs] I cheated on my husband! Thatâs unforgivable, in any situation. If Geoffrey ever found out, heâd leave me. The boys would have to suffer through a divorce- a broken family. The media would eat us alive. And my mother, God, if she knew-
Judith: Oh, I am so sick of hearing about that old broad!
Nancy: I just need to put it behind me. Move on. I got it out of my system, so I have no reason to speak to Lily ever again. Iâll never think about another woman. Iâll be good. Normal.
Judith: What the hell is normal, anyway? If youâre abnormal, than so am I.
Nancy: [sighs] Youâre not married or a mother.
Judith: Have you even allowed yourself a moment to revel in this?
Nancy: Why would I?
Judith: Because you finally gave yourself something you wanted. Put the shame and all those nasty feelings aside for a second and tell me about it.
Nancy: [groans] God, it felt so good. The sex yes, but there was something about her obeying everything I said that thrilled me. If I close my eyes now, I can still feel her teeth in my skin, her gasps when I squeezed her throat.
Judith: There.
Nancy: What? There what?
Judith: The real you. You pack her away so much that when you finally allow her to show, she shines.
Nancy: She frightens me..
Judith: Good! Sheâs a real bitch, and sheâs ready for her debut! I want to see you at your brightest, darling. Itâs when youâre the happiest.
Nancy: I donât know if happiness was in the cards I was dealt.
Judith: I believe it is. And when it comes, bask in it, darling.
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Jonathan: Move, Malcolm! I have the phone!
Malcolm: NO! Let me talk to mommy!
Nancy: Quit bickering, you two. Jonathan, let your brother speak too, please.
Malcolm: YEAH!
Jonathan: [groans] Fine! Mom, are you almost home? Will you be late again?
Nancy: Iâve just wrapped up my last client and Iâll be on my way.
Malcolm: Then we can look for a Christmas tree?!
Nancy: We sure can, my love. Iâll see you both very, very soon.
Jonathan: Promise?
Nancy: I promise. I love you both so much.
Assistant: Mrs. Landgraab, you have a guest asking for you in the lobby.
Nancy: [scoffs] Youâre joking? No, no I canât. Have them book an appointment. Iâm leaving for the evening.
Assistant: I suggested that, but they refused to leave and insisted on seeing you.
Nancy: Oh, fucking hell.. fine. Page my driver to wait for me out front anyway. Iâll make this quick.
Nancy: [breathlessly] Vanessa.
Vanessa: Hello Nancy.
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đ [BG+] Replacing odd animations with less odd animations! đ€žđœââïž
â ïž REMINDER: Double-check the OP for updates!
âïž Requires the content pack listed in the .PACKAGE filename.
đ New Arrivals - 8/12/2024
đ Initial Release - 8/5/2024
đ I promise not to đ this folder again but I will replace this with a D&D Post eventually: http://simfileshare.net/folder/229266/
đșïž Modding Announcements Post: https://www.patreon.com/posts/109291501
đđŒ FYI, I take requests. If you've encountered an animation you want replaced, send me a screenshot and a short description of it and/or how to trigger it. GIFs are appreciated but not required.
đȘ Some animations just look... bad. There are a few solutions for this but I've chosen the simplest and most versatile - animation overrides! <insert magicky hand gestures here> Are you amazed? Yes, yes you are.
đœ This is an AnimXGenWear-adjacent project that was initially released to replace two standing idles that suffer from the smile shown below when the sky is awake and the mood is Fine because holy !@#$, does it look bad.
đŹ You can thank @serawis for this releasing when it did. It wasn't a priority for me at the time. I had a scroll through a few of your Tumblrs following the positive response I got for the Deformer Map BUGFIX and I encountered the above post, inquired if it was still desired, et voila - a mod is born! I'll do more eventually, probably. I could literally replace everything with the cute Lovebug animation and have everyone just doing hand hearts for eternity <snickers sinisterly> but alas, maybe for my own game only.
đ These little animation overrides are 100% compatible with by big animation state mod - AnimXGenWear: https://sejianismodding.tumblr.com/post/757704895457525760
đ€žđœââïž "KEEP READING" FOR PREVIEWS!
đ 8/5/2024 - Two Female Stand Idles
LEFT replaced with RIGHT. I try to find animations that already exist in-game that match what the original does.
sej_AnimOvrd_BG_YF_HandFidgetSmile_Idle01.package
sej_AnimOvrd_BG_YF_LookLeft_Idle02.package
These are inside sej_AnimOvrd_!Set001_2ForBG_240805.zip.
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đ 8/12/2024 - Fem/Masc Attempt To Seduce
LEFT is the masculine animation on a female sim, RIGHT is the feminine animation on a male sim.
sej_AnimOvrd_BG_YF_AttemptToSeduce_M.package replaces the female animation with the male animation for female sims.
sej_AnimOvrd_BG_YM_AttemptToSeduce_F.package replaces the male animation with the female animation for male sims.
Separate downloads so you can grab one or the other or both.
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Face Overlays get slapped onto your face when your mood changes. We can remove or replace any of them that we don't like. Removing them completely without replacing requires an ASM override, which I can do and IIRC, SIMS4ME did one as well and I saw a post here on Tumblr from another creator with an ASM override. I'm personally fine with most of the face overlays, I just don't like the weird Happy smiles, and removing absolutely all of them I think makes the sim too "life-less" but I can make an ASM override or provide links to the others I've seen if you want.
đ 8/12/2024 - Happy Face Overlay
NO PREVIEW FOR THIS ONE YET!
sej_AnimOvrd_BG_YU_HappyFace_ConfidentFace.package replaces the Happy & Flirty mood "face overlay" with the Confident overlay. Happy & Flirty moods use the same overlay with the same fugly grin. Confident gives you get a cheeky raised eyebrow instead. Is fine.
#the sims 4#ts4#ts4 mods#ts4 animations#ts4 overrides#sims 4#sims 4 animations#sims 4 overrides#sejianismodding#sejian
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nicholas chavez x ex!reader
a/n: no disrespect to either of them or relationship all of this is just fiction!
Nicholas and y/n had a special connection when they dated. Their time together was filled with laughter, shared secrets, and memorable moments. However, as life moved on, they drifted apart, and Nicholas eventually found himself in a new relationship with a girl named Victoria.
Victoria is wonderfulâkind, smart, and everything Nicholas could ask for in a girlfriend. Yet, despite his happiness with her, y/n is always in the back of his mind. He often finds himself reminiscing about the times he spent with y/n, the unique bond they shared, and the way she understood him like no one else.
Even though Nicholas tries to focus on his present with Victoria, there are moments when a song, a place, or a random memory brings y/n back to the forefront of his thoughts. He wonders how she's doing, if she thinks about him too, and whether their paths will cross again. This lingering presence of y/n in his mind makes him question if he ever truly moved on, or if a part of him will always belong to her.
Nicholas and Victoria were out for a casual stroll one Saturday afternoon when they unexpectedly ran into y/n. The encounter took Nicholas by surprise, and he felt his heart skip a beat. Y/n looked as beautiful and confident as ever, and seeing her brought a rush of memories flooding back.
"Hey, y/n. It's been a while. How have you been?" Nicholas asked, trying to keep his composure.
"I've been good. Just busy with work and everything. How about you?" Y/n replied with a warm smile.
"I've been alright. This is Victoria, by the way. Victoria, this is y/n," Nicholas introduced them, his voice slightly shaky.
"Nice to meet you, y/n!" Victoria said cheerfully.
"Nice to meet you too, Victoria. So, what have you been up to, Nicholas?" Y/n asked, her eyes lingering on him.
"Oh, you know, just the usual. Work's been keeping me busy. It's really good to see you, though," Nicholas responded, feeling a mix of emotions.
"Yeah, it's good to see you too. You look well," y/n said, her smile softening.
"Thanks. You too," Nicholas managed to say, his mind racing.
Victoria, sensing the tension, chimed in, "We should catch up sometime, all of us. It would be fun."
"Sure, that sounds nice," y/n agreed. "Well, I should get going. It was great running into you both."
"Yeah, take care, y/n," Nicholas said, watching her walk away.
As y/n disappeared into the crowd, Nicholas couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. He realized that his feelings for her were still very much alive, leaving him deep in thought about what to do next.
Victoria and Nicholas had been having a wonderful evening at home when the topic of y/n came up. It started innocently enough, with Nicholas mentioning their recent encounter.
"You know, it was really nice seeing y/n the other day," Nicholas said, trying to keep his tone casual.
Victoria's expression changed slightly. "Yeah, it was. But, Nicholas, I've noticed you talk about her a lot lately."
Nicholas looked puzzled. "What do you mean? She's just an old friend."
"Is she really just an old friend?" Victoria asked, her voice growing more tense. "Because it feels like there's more to it."
Nicholas sighed. "Victoria, you're overthinking this. Y/n and I have history, but that's all in the past. You're the one I'm with now."
Victoria shook her head. "I don't know, Nicholas. It just feels like there's something unresolved between you two. And it bothers me."
Nicholas's frustration began to show. "What do you want me to do, Victoria? I can't erase my past. Y/n is a part of it, but she doesn't have to be a threat to us."
"I just need to know that you're fully committed to us," Victoria said, her eyes pleading.
"I am committed to us," Nicholas said firmly. "But I can't change the fact that y/n was a big part of my life. You have to trust me."
Victoria looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's hard to trust when I see how you look at her."
Nicholas softened, stepping closer to her. "Victoria, I love you. I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel secure. But you have to believe me when I say that y/n is just a friend now."
Victoria nodded slowly, wiping her tears. "Okay, Nicholas. I believe you. But let's not talk about y/n anymore. Let's focus on us."
"Agreed," Nicholas said, pulling her into a hug. "Let's focus on us."
As they held each other, Nicholas hoped that this would be the end of the tension between them. He knew he had to prove his commitment to Victoria and make sure she felt secure in their relationship.
Nicholas and Victoria were at the local bar when they unexpectedly bumped into y/n again. It was a moment of surprise for all three, but Victoria's reaction was different. As she watched Nicholas and y/n exchange warm smiles and familiar glances, something clicked in her mind. She realized that the connection between Nicholas and y/n was deeper than she had ever imagined. It was in that instant that Victoria understood the true nature of their bond, and a mix of emotions washed over her, leaving her both intrigued and contemplative about what this meant for their future.
Nicholas and Victoria were sitting in their living room when the tension that had been building up finally reached a boiling point. The topic of y/n had come up once again, and it was clear that Victoria was not happy about it.
"Nicholas, I can't believe you're still hung up on her," Victoria said, frustration evident in her voice. "Every time we run into y/n, you act like she's the only person in the room."
Nicholas sighed, rubbing his temples. "Victoria, it's not like that. Y/n and I have a history, yes, but it doesn't mean I'm still in love with her. We're just friends now."
"Friends? Really?" Victoria shot back. "Because it sure doesn't seem that way. You get this look in your eyes whenever she's around, like you're remembering something more than just a friendship."
"That's not fair," Nicholas replied, his voice rising. "I can't control how I feel. But I'm with you now, and that's what matters."
"But is it really?" Victoria asked, her eyes filling with tears. "Because it feels like I'm always competing with her ghost. I need to know that you're fully here with me, not just physically but emotionally too."
Nicholas took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Victoria, I care about you a lot. I don't want you to feel like you're second to anyone. I'm sorry if I've made you feel that way."
Victoria looked at him, her expression softening slightly. "I just need to know that I can trust you, Nicholas. That you're not going to run back to her the moment things get tough between us."
"I promise you, Victoria," Nicholas said, taking her hand. "I'm committed to us. I'll do whatever it takes to prove that to you."
As they sat there, holding each other's hands, they both realized that this was a turning point in their relationship. They had to work through these issues if they wanted to move forward together.
Nicholas had been feeling increasingly guilty about his relationship with Victoria. He knew deep down that he couldn't continue pretending everything was fine. One evening, he finally mustered the courage to talk to her.
"Victoria, we need to talk," Nicholas began, his voice heavy with emotion. "I can't keep doing this. It's not fair to you or to me. I still have feelings for y/n, and it's not right to lead you on."
Victoria looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hurt and understanding. "I knew this was coming, Nicholas. I just hoped things would change."
"I'm so sorry," Nicholas said, his heart breaking at the sight of her tears. "You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart, and I can't do that right now."
After the difficult conversation, Nicholas felt a weight lift off his shoulders, but he was also filled with a sense of loss. He decided to reach out to y/n, needing someone to talk to.
"Y/n, I ended things with Victoria," he confessed over the phone. "I couldn't keep pretending. But now, I feel so lost."
Y/nâs voice was gentle but firm. "Nicholas, I still love you, but we can't be together. Not right now. You need to figure things out for yourself first."
Nicholas sighed, feeling the sting of her words. "I understand, y/n. I just needed to hear your voice."
They both knew that this was a time for healing and self-discovery. Even though they couldn't be together, their connection remained a source of comfort and strength for Nicholas.
#nicholas alexander chavez#nicholas chavez#nicholas chavez imagine#nicholas chavez x reader#nicholas chavez x y/n#nicholaschavezimagines#nicholas chavez fanfiction#nicholas alexander chavez fanfic#nicholas chavez imagines#nicholas chavez fluff#nicholas alexander chavez fanfiction#nicholas alexander chavez Imagines
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what are ur favorite anthony bridgerton five
hi! i'm assuming this says fics, and i am SO HONOURED that you trust me to recommend my favourite fics to you!
first up⊠the amazing and fantastic @fayes-fics, one of THE MOST skilled writers alive. she never misses!
some of my personal favs from her are:
â„ a beneficial arrangement [ âïżœïżœïżœ ]
a marriage pact with a viscount. what could possibly go wrong?
â„ rescue and ruin
anthony rescues something for you⊠and it will likely lead to your ruin.
â„ the friends+ series
modern AU. series of fics that feature anthony & journalist!readerâs burgeoning relationship.
those are just a few of my favorites, but READ HER ENTIRE MASTERLIST! you will not regret it, promise.
secondly, a series of fics by the wonderfully talented @rubysunnday, and once again, be sure to read all of her masterlist!
â„ take my hand
as much as y/n appreciates anthonyâs matchmaking efforts, itâs hard to accept them when heâs the only man she wants. luckily for her, a fall in the lake allows her to voice her feelings in more ways than one
â„ a long, long time
y/n has waited a long, long time for anthony bridgerton to finally decide to get married. but by the time he finally decides to find a wife, y/n has run out of time and anthony is suddenly faced with losing her to someone else.
â„ itâs a bad idea, me and you [ âïž ]
y/n was ready to give her entire heart to anthony bridgerton. only for him to shove her aside in favour for sienna rosso. but, now, sienna is gone and despite what y/n keeps telling herself - anthony truly does own her heart.
now, for the queen of the modern!anthony au, @eleanor-bradstreet! some of my favorites from her areâŠ
â„ gala
you attend a charity gala with your boss who really is too much trouble in a tux.
â„ locked out
when you find yourselves locked out of your house in the middle of the night, anthony has some ideas for how you can kill time.
â„ take me instead [ âïž ]
you and anthony find yourselves in the middle of a bank robbery on an ill-fated day.
next we have @colettebronte, BRIDGERTON SMUT AUNTIE HERSELF WOOO!
(warning, these fics are VERY mature, and include BDSM and other possibly triggering material).
â„ rise and breathe
newly arrived back in london after a long journey across the mediterranean sea, you encounter a pathetically drunk viscount bridgerton the night he is rejected by sienna rosso. after a sobering morning on all counts, you sense that he is indeed lost and in need of a new purpose and direction. through submission and service, he may just find it.
â„ what (who) are you doing on new yearâs eve?
a mysterious benefactor invites you to ring in the New Year with them.
â„ kinktober day ten: blindfolded
your tenth evening with your client. day ten for kinktober. Iâm going with two prompts tonight, blindfolded and massage.
finally, we have some individual fics that stole my heart.
â„ diamonds and pearls by @multiharlot
diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage.
â„ enamoured by @dreamwritesimagines
everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst. yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. they had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight. regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss. that assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though. you were nowhere near ready.
â„ right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch
you and anthony have been in love with one another from the moment you met, but it seems as though nothing will ever happen between you. after you catch the attention of another gentleman, he realizes perhaps it's time to finally do something about his feelings.
â„ right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69
the only way he could rationally find a suitable wife was by removing love from the equation all together. courtship was game of jumping through hoops he really did not want to play, and he was a viscount. surely there would be a father with a more than suitable daughter he could simply ask for your hand and get it. or the one where your arranged marriage with anthony bridgerton isnât a loving marriage⊠until it is.
â„ melt away by @healmydesires
the night you give your love and body to your husband.
â„ sham, pride, and illicit affairs by @peeterparkr
or, the story of how you rejected his proposal because you once loved him.
â„ enchanted by @imthebadguyyy
you and anthony donât need words to converse.
â„ better man by @midnightfictionlibrary
anthony must rectify his rakish ways and wed, but he has a lot to think over if he doesnât want to lose his dearest friend forever.Â
â„ no longer in denial by @iwritefandomimagines
anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his âbest friendâ. benedict decides he is fed up of anthonyâs denial, and takes matters into his own hands â by inciting jealousy from his older brother.
â„ the language of flowers by @cinnamoodles (shameless self plug)
you and anthony have been friends for as long as you can remember, but what happens when his world turns upside down? will he open his heart and let the woman silently pining for him in?
AHH ok that was it, and these are the bridgerton fics i love with all of my soul. thank you so much for your ask, it was so nice to see all these wonderful fics again.
xo, lottie !
#đ . . . charlotte speaks !#anthony bridgerton x reader#bridgerton#bridgerton netflix#anthony bridgerton x you#bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton#benedict bridgerton x reader#anthony bridgerton fic rec#bridgerton fics
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Not Again- Part Two
Azriel x Rowaelin daughter reader
Summary: Y/n woke up in a strange foreign land surrounded by strangers that she couldnât understand. Alone and desperate to get home.
Series Masterlist
-Part Two-
Y/n kept her dagger pointed at them. The two males and the small female didnât seem to mind that fact, they seemed more concerned about the Wyrd mark on her brow.
âWhat is that,â the beautiful male with violet eyes asks, âhow did it toss me out of your mind.â
She glares at him, âthat was rude of you, trying to look into a ladies mind without her permission.â
Sheâd felt those talons at the edge of her mind, hitting that ice cold wall that had grabbed him and threw him out without hesitation. Sheâd felt his shock when that ancient power had flared, sheâd felt his pain as it ripped into him just as viciously as heâd attacked her.
The corners of his lips tug, âmy apologies, weâve had bad experiences with random females falling into this world.â
She couldnât hide the surprise. So she wasnât the first theyâd encountered. How many gates had been opened here? How many had been wrenched from their home worlds against their will. How did the gates get unlocked.
âI donât take kindly to strangers messing with my head,â she says, memories of sitting in her motherâs office, learning of the valg queen whoâd held her mother captive during the war, torturing and twisting her mind, the queen who had gone into her fatherâs head and convinced him another was his mate just to get her killed, âthis mark is the mark of my blood, and protection against beings like you.â
Her mother had woven the protection into her skin the moment she was born, the mark upon her brow no longer just a warning of the price to be paid. The mark will continue to pass down through the bloodline, and it will protect them as it had protected her.
âWho are you?â She asks, âwhy did you bring me here?â
âMy name is Rhysand,â the violet eyed male introduces, his casual stance not moving an inch, a preformance, she was well versed in those, âWe didnât bring you here, Azriel over here found you laying in the dirt.â
He gestures to the male with the dark bat like wings whoâs scent had woken her. The scent was familiar, something she couldnât quite place at first. Sheâd felt him draw close and thatâs when she struck without hesitation. He fought well, countering each of her moves, not attacking, just blocking. When sheâd pulled away and truly looked him over, saw those shadows that reminded her of her unclesâ, she had recognized that he smelled like the libraries of Orynth. Itâd shocked her enough to let the grip on the air go, and when heâd sighed in relief sheâd unconsciously warned the air even more. It was strange, very very strange, that reaction to his pain. Her father would bite her head off for the slip.
âThere was no one else with me?â She asked the male, Azriel.
He merely shook his head, âjust you.â
The small female whoâd yet to introduce herself steps forward, âwho wouldâve been with you?â
Y/n eyes the female warily, she looked like a normal fae, but something told her that this female was more than she seemed, âI was sparring with my father when the gate opened, a force I couldnât see pulled me down, my head smacked the ground and then I was waking up here. Whatever it was seemed to have just wanted me.â
She could hear her fathers yell as she was pulled away, she remembers the flash of light as he shifted and then everything went black.
âThe Wyrd gates have been sealed for 25 years,â Y/n continues, âit shouldnât have been possible.â
Her mother had almost given her life to lock those gates, sheâd given almost everything she was to do it.
âWyrd gate?â Rhysand asks, shakily testing out the word, it existed in their language, given the way she was able to say it with ease, but obviously it hadnât been used in a very very long time.
âA gate between worlds,â the small female answers, âgates opened with marks like that.â
She gestures to the mark still faintly glowing on Y/nâs brow.
âNameless,â the female slowly reads, âyouâve got quite a long name to have nameless stamped on you, girl.â
âAmren play nice,â Rhysand chides halfheartedly.
âWyrd marks are used for many things,â Y/n says, âitâs the language of worlds, like I said, this one is the mark of my bloodline, passed on from my mother.â
Ever the silent figure, Azriel simply watches, his eyes not missing any details. Itâs almost enough to make her squirm, but instead she holds his gaze, refusing to back down even an inch. Heâs unfairly beautiful, dark hair curling slightly at the ends, his face unreadable, his eyes the shade of whisky in fire light. Several inches taller than her, sheâd have to crane her head back to look him in the eye standing next to him. A warrior, built with lethal muscles that she could see beneath his black shirt, large yet he moved with speed, like one of those wisps of shadows at his shoulders. And those wings, large and foreboding, wicked talons at the beak and on the ends, if he stretched them open theyâd be twice, maybe even triple the size of him. The shadows around him dance, more sentient than her uncles, more wild too, they swirl around and whisper in his ears, she wonders what they have to say about her.
âShould we move this conversation somewhere more comfortable?â Rhysand asks, a glimmer in his eye as he breaks the stare down between them.
He takes a step towards Y/n and that dagger is back up in an instant, âIâm perfectly happy to talk here in the open, rather than whatever cell you have in mind.â
Rhysand quirks a brow, âwho said anything about a cell.â
Her answering laugh is as cold as ice, âyou would invite me into your home? I wouldnât if I were you.â
âWeâve been down this road before,â Rhysand says, âour last guest was keen on escaping anyway she could, Iâm sure you would be as well. Iâd like to be able to keep a closer eye on you. Azriel here would be more than happy to fly you up to the house of wind.â
Azriel sends him an inquisitive look, âI would?â
âThat wonât be necessary,â Y/n says quickly, examining those bat like wings, âwhere is this house of wind.â
Rhysand grins as he points across the garden to the looming cliffs hanging above the city beyond, âup there. I promise flying will be much better than the ten thousand steps up to the door. Azriel wonât bite.â
She grins, showing off those sharpened canines, âwho says I wonât.â
Azriel subtly examines those teeth, she could easily rip out his throat with them if she wished. Based on the way he shifts back on his feet, sheâs sure heâs come to the same conclusion
âIâll get there myself,â she continues, âjust need a guide.â
With a flash of blinding white light, she shifts, taking the form of a large hawk. Surprise lights in the three faeâs eyes, Azrielâs wings flaring in shock. He takes in her form, her red tinged wings, those same cold eyes staring out at him.
âWell isnât that something.â Rhysandâs head angles, âfollow Azriel, heâll show you to your room. We can continue this conversation in the morning.â
They glance at each other, a silent conversation passing between them, before Azriel spreads his wings and launches into the sky. She bows her head towards the two remaining before sheâs shooting into the sky behind him.
Sheâs fast, faster than him in that nimble form. Azriel flies quickly to the house, yet she surpasses him and circles around to keep pace. He canât help but feel like sheâs stalking him, like heâs a field mouse that sheâs picked out for dinner, waiting for the moment she decides to strike. Whatever sort of fae she was set him on edge, her power felt older and wilder like she was closer to the beasts the fae used to be, the ones with raw magic that drew directly from the earth beneath them. That wind could pull the air from beneath his wings, pull it straight from his lungs, that fire could burn him to ash from the inside out. It was the most unsettling feeling.
They land on the balcony, a bright flare of light and she is back to that fae form, cold eyes assessing every inch of the house around her. It fells like a mistake to turn his back towards her to walk inside, a mistake that could end with that red hot dagger in between his shoulder blades, maybe even one of those small throwing knives sheathed by her ribs. He canât help but glance at the leather vest, it was tight to her skin, laced in the back to fit her form. The evidence of the way sheâd been ripped from her world shown in the rips in her clothes, in the blood around her collar from the healing wound on her head. Itâd started stitching itself together quickly considering how much sheâd been bleeding when he found her.
âAfter you,â he says gesturing towards the hall.
Her eyes wisely slip towards truth teller at his side, but no complaint rises to her lips. She holds her head high as she walks past him, close enough that he could easily grab her and put his blade to her throat, close enough that he caught the scent of pine and snow and embers. She wasnât scared of him, and with the way she fought, she had every right not to be.
He drifts behind her, giving her single word directions down the familiar halls until they were standing before the door heâd chosen as her room.
âThe house will give you whatever you need,â he says, âsimply ask and it will appear. If you need anything else, Iâm right across the hall.â
If the sentient house was a surprise it didnât show on her face, instead she asks with a small smirk on her lips, âare you my host or my keeper?â
The teasing tone takes him by surprise, âIâm here to keep a close eye on you. Our last guest had a tendency for surprises.â
She eyes him in that predator like manor, gaze drifting over his shoulder to a wisp of shadow, âkeep any wandering eyes to your side of the hall.â
That shadow moves on its own accord, drifting towards her like sheâs a magnet. She bares her sharp teeth at the little wisp, scaring it back to Azrielâs side. It hides like a scolded child and he finds himself holding back a chuckle.
âYouâve seen shadows like this before?â
She shakes her head, ânot quite. Two of my uncles can control shadows like yours, but theyâre not sentient creatures.â
He wasnât surprised that there werenât more like him in her world, heâd spent a long time looking for other shadowsingers to help him master his power, in the end it was just him and his shadows whoâd figured it out. Even Quinlannâs brother wasnât like him, not completely.
âThey whisper to you,â she states, not a question.
âHowâd you know that?â
A breeze drifts past him and she says, âI can feel them in the wind. Canât quite understand what theyâre saying, but I can feel their whispering in your ears.â
âItâs called shadowsinging,â he supplies, heâs not quite sure why but he tells her, âif you spend enough time in the shadows you learn their language.â
She hums, stepping towards her door, âkeep the little busybodies close by, I donât take kindly to little spies in my rooms.â
âAs you wish, your highness,â heâs not sure where the title comes from, or the taunting tone.
She throws a look over her shoulder, those eyes blazing instead of cold, âGoodnight, shadowsingerâ
The door slams shut behind her and Azriel simply watches. Watches as her shadow fades from the crack beneath, as a cold wind blows through his hair, as his shadows dance with that wind. He stands there for several moments until an amused chuckle sounds in his head.
Donât let a pretty face distract you brother.
Shut up, Azriel scowls, closing the doors to his minds and turning to his bedroom. The breeze follows him and it gives him the strangest feeling of being watched.
Y/n found that Azriel wasnât lying when he said the house would give her whatever she asked for. Sheâd barely thought about a bath before sheâd heard running water in the adjacent room.
The bedroom was huge, to her right a large bed centered on the wall that looked like it could comfortably accommodate several people. A seating area to her left with plush couches and low backed chairs, made for winged males like her keeper across the hall she presumed. The red stone walls warm and adorned with a lit fireplace and giant windows overlooking the city far below. Sheâd admired the view on the flight to the house, but standing there looking at the twinkling lights below, the bright stars above, she could really appreciate the beauty in it. Yet, it didnât hold a candle to the lights of Orynth in her eyes.
And just like that, the homesickness hit her. She could picture her family, her mother and father raging through the castle, looking for any clues as to where sheâd been taken. She could see her uncles barking orders at warriors to search the castle and city surrounding from top to bottom. She could see her distraught aunt shifting into the snow leopard that would tear apart whatever person or thing that would dare harm her niece. What time was it back home, would they work until dawn, would they rest and come back in the morning, would her father hold together the pieces as her mother finally broke?
Y/n stared and stared and stared at that glowing city, wishing she was home, reading a book by the fire in her motherâs sitting room as she listened to her parents bicker back and forth. Sheâd been reading a romance her uncle had brought her from the castle library in Adarlan. It would still be sitting on the table, the scrap paper bookmark halfway through the well worn pages.
A tray appears on the table next to her, full of meats and cheeses and fruits. She could feel the curious presence around her, the house it seemed was a busybody.
She eyes the plate, âIâm not hungry.â
The tray stays put, and she huffs, pushing away from the windows towards the attached bathing chamber. That presence seems to sigh, clearly frustrated with her but she paid it no mind.
Her body ached, the adrenaline wearing off enough that she could feel each cut and bruise from the vicious way sheâd been dragged through that gate and thrown to the garden floor in this strange world. Her head ached, pulsing with pain each step she took, everything ached, her head, her body, her heart.
A giant bath was drawn, steaming water with frothing bubbles that smelled of lavender. There were plush towels on the small stool by the bath, and clean clothes on the counter beneath the mirror. Soft light illuminated the space, she didnât care to think where it came from, how it all worked. All she cared about was stripping off her tattered and bloodied clothes and submerging herself into that water. She felt each cut burn as she went down, felt the wound on her head scream in pain as she drifted down beneath the surface.
She burned, and kept burning, and burning and burning, and burning.
#this is a very slow slow slow start but whatever#I had to give them a bit of banter#i couldnât resist#acotar x reader#acotar#azriel x reader#azriel#rowaelin daughter
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đIKEMEN BREEDING SEASONđ - XXSYCAMORE'S 2000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION EVENT
On October 28th, 2024, this blog hit 2K followers! Once again, thank you, everyone, for the support, and for sticking around in my writing adventures. I hope you can continue enjoying my work! Now, our previous milestone celebrations were all about fluffy short stories, so I figured it's high time we bring some smut into the mix. Even though spring would have been perfect for the Ikemen Breeding Season, I decided, why wait when we can have it now. Besides, that time is reserved for part 2 of our Steal My Heart!! (1500 followers) event! If you have placed a request for it and haven't received a ficlet yet, don't worry, I haven't deleted anything! :)
âș PROMPTS
How do you want the suitor to breed you (or the MC)? :
In the heat of the moment
As proof that you belong to them
To produce an heir
With a chance for twins
While imagining you being pregnant
Making sure that it takes
Making the moment special
When they'd already gotten you pregnant before
With you taking the lead
While you're in heat (Omegaverse)
âౚà§ËâĄË àŁȘ 2 separate request openings - Since in the past there have been times when everything has been grabbed in the first 10 minutes from the announcement, I decided it would only be fair for the people in different time zones if I divide it into two batches at different times of the day.
FIRST REQUEST OPENING WILL HAPPEN ON OCTOBER 30TH, 12 PM UTC (8 AM EDT) (or click here to see it converted to your time zone)
SECOND REQUEST OPENING WILL HAPPEN ON OCTOBER 31TH, 12 AM UTC (8 PM EDT on the 30th) (or click here to see it converted to your time zone)
Both request openings will be closed after I get a total of 15 requests each! I will make separate posts to announce when those start and close.
âș RULES:
Understand that these are going to be short NSFW stories, around 500 words each.
Anonymous asks are allowed, but please don't abuse my kindness and don't request if you're a minor!
Pick a character from the list below and a prompt from the prompt list. Threesomes are allowed, so long as no one is related, lol.
Be sure to let me know if you want MC x Suitor(s) or Reader x Suitor(s). If you don't specify, I'll write it as I see fit!
Specify your gender preferences if you have any! If you selected "Reader", I'll by default write them with afab traits. This goes especially for the prompt "Imagining you pregnant" where you could encounter terms including but not limited to: breasts, lactation, love handles, vagina, ovulation, womb, ovaries, pregnant bellies, you get the picture. To bypass all of this, you can ask for a Gender Neutral Reader, or you can be more specific and tell me your preferences in detail.
Mpreg is welcome, sure, why not. This goes both for Male Readers and for Getting your suitor pregnant, like in the case where you picked the Omegaverse prompt and he's an Omega. Go wild.
OCs are NOT allowed, due to how short these stories are going to be versus the research required in order to do justice to your OC. Sorry!
Don't send multiple requests! One per person. Again, I'm put my trust in you about not abusing the anon option.
In the event where I've already received the same prompt with the same character, I'll only write it once!
Don't hesitate to give me details! :) I want to create a work specially crafted for you. If you have a whole scenario in mind, I'd love to hear it, even if I have to squeeze it in the word limit. Where are they doing it, what is the reader wearing, what petname the suitor uses - these are just a few examples! Additionally, since I haven't read all the routes of the characters listed here, if you feel it's needed, you can provide some in-game information about the character if it has a relation to topic. Ex: "I think he'll make a great family man because he canonly loves taking care of the younger ones."
Requests sent outside of the specified time periods won't be accepted. I try to immediately answer these so you'll know, but I might also straight-up delete anything that doesn't follow the rules.
âș AVAILABLE CHARACTERS:
Ikemen Villains:Â Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor; Darius; Nica; Ring
Ikemen Prince:Â Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio, Cyran/Cyril, Matthias, Kagari
Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles;Â Drake; Galileo
Ikemen Revolution:Â Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie
Ikemen Sengoku:Â Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto
Midnight Cinderella:Â Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid
â§âËâàŒâ§âË. đŠàŒâ
Please understand that I can't guarantee that I'm going to write all of these! I have a lot of issues IRL that I need to take care of, which leads me to either not having a lot of free time or not having the needed energy and inspiration to write. Either way, I hope you can have fun with this event! I can't wait to see what you send me. Have a great day, and I'll see you in my askbox soon! <3
#ikemen series#ikevil#ikevamp#ikesen#ikepri#ikerev#midcin#ikemen villains#ikemen vampire#ikemen prince#ikemen sengoku#ikemen revolution#midnight cinderella#ikeseries
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âđ„§Ëđ€Ł*ê€ Viparyas ê€*đ€ŁËđ„§â
Read my Yandere! Capitano fics first (ÂŽâïœ*)
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A long time ago, I thought of a silly Yandere! Capitano x Damsel! Darling scenario, this time featuring the Aranara. Aaand now we have yet another epilogue to their twisted fairytale xD
Thank you so much to @jymwahuwu for inspiring me to finally write this fluffy idea and @diodellet for beta-reading this <3
Tw:: yandere, captivity, Stockholm Syndrome, mention of abuse from Darlingâs backstory
Note:: Fem reader who is smaller and weaker than Capitano, spoilers for previous fics
⥠0.8k words under the cut âĄ
The first and last time ______ tried to âescapeâ from Capitano happened during their unofficial honeymoon in Sumeru.
In all of their nature tours, she has encountered the sameâŠforest creatures? Whatever they are, they are small. Whimsical. Quick to disappear once they sense her gaze. Whatâs most mysterious is that Capitano and the Fatui are unable to see them.
She stops mentioning them after the third sighting. Clinics arenât a popular tourist spot, and their leisure time is already cut short by the real purpose of the trip, namely Capitanoâs diplomatic mission. If not for her guardâs betrayal, ______ wouldnât even be here with him.
During his diplomatic negotiations, she stays in their hotel room, unable to interact with anyone except the Fatui agents stationed all over the building. Usually, she passes the time by reading her new books. But one day, towards the end of the mission, she goes to the balcony for fresh airâŠand sees the forest creatures foraging in the clearing behind the hotel.
Well, it makes sense. They did book a secluded hotel in Dharma Forest.
It seems that this group is more trusting of humans, seeing how they cheerfully called out to her and flew up to the balcony. As it turns out, their species is called the Aranara, and they can only be seen by children and certain adults. They seem friendly.
They invite her to their village, with the promise of flowers and stories. Their offer is tempting, considering the weeks she has spent in constant surveillance and confusion over the Aranara. They even help her leave the hotel undetected!
Vanarana is quite nice and so are her new companions. They sing to her, tell her their stories, and even help her pick flowers. ______ is silent for the most part, but she does express her appreciation with headpats and small smiles.
They are pleasant company, really. And that is why, amidst their lighthearted interactions, ______ canât help but think: Had she been raised in Sumeru, could she have found solace in the Aranara? If that were the case, would she have settled for Capitanoâs love?
A few hours later, she decides it is time to return to her husband. So she thanks the Aranara one last time and accepts the flower crown they made for her. As she leaves Vanarana, her newly-pressed Viparyas transform into regular Padisarah.
Unfortunately, she underestimated the consequences of her actions. In less than a minute, ______ is accosted by a frantic Fatuus and escorted back to the hotel.
As it turns out, while she was enjoying the Aranaraâs company, the Fatui have been searching for her all over Sumeru. Their panic only worsened when Capitano finished his meeting and began looking for her.
It has been a long time since she has feared her husbandâs wrath. Despite everything theyâve been through, how can she be sure that he wonât punish her this time?
This time, her guards are stationed inside her hotel room. Soon, all of them including ______ are alerted by a familiar set of footsteps. Capitano opens the door and dismisses the guards.
The tension is unbearable. There are no harsh words, no physical violence, but it is clear that he wants answers from his wife. And a part of her feels guilty for making him worry about her safety again, moreso when he asks if he has done anything to make her feel neglected in Sumeru.
So she tells him about the Aranara. She hands over her flower crown for inspection. She swears that she wonât do it again, that she wasnât assisted by any Fatui traitors, that she only went to Vanarana out of curiosity and not for the purpose of leaving him.
They made a promise on the first day of their honeymoon, didnât they? That if she ever runs away, heâd capture her immediately?
She doesnât know how to feel when her husbandâs touch becomes gentle. When he apologizes for scaring her. When he says that he believes her story.
Later that night, when ______ takes out her notebook, she flips to the page of Sumeru roses sheâd preserved for him. The flowers need a few more days.
The next day, they continue their travels in Sumeru. ______ stops acknowledging the Aranara apart from subtle glances. The forest spirits can only question the increase in Fatui guards, the new locks on the balcony, her husbandâs tight grip around her waist.
She is also forbidden from telling anyone about her experience with the Aranara, especially Il Dottore.
âż BONUS âż
Fatui:: WHERE ON EARTH IS LADY ______?!! WHAT KIND OF DANGER COULD SHE BE IN?!! OH MY GOD THE CAPTAIN IS GOING TO KILL US IF WE CANâT FIND HER!! T0T
~Meanwhile~
Aranara:: We should cheer up Sad Nara with the Taste of Happiness!! >:0
Darling:: âŠThank you for the dessert.
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First Laurestine, now thisâŠâŠ.how many old brainrots are going to be written now that Capitano is in the Main Story?? This drabble turned out longer than expected, but it was fun to think about Damsel bonding with the Aranara + another soft moment with Capitano + the Fatuiâs panic. I think Seelies would also take a liking to her and her husband (âÂŽÏïœâ)
Tag a Capitano enjoyer!! @leftdestiny-posts @brynn-lear @zhongrin @euniveve @naraven @harmonysanreads @stickyspeckledlight @ainescribe @tylerxrbtwhp @whispereons
#capitano#il capitano#capitano x reader#yandere capitano x reader#yandere capitano#yandere fatui harbingers#fatui x reader#genshin x reader#yandere genshin#tw: yandere#tw: dark#fem reader#jessamine-writing
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(Small, frivolous rant incoming, apologies)
One thing I wish the Destiny fandom did more of was dabble in the utter horror this universe holds, especially when it comes to portraying the vile atrocities committed by many of the cosmic level characters.
Destinyâs T rating holds it back so much in my opinion (but it still manages to lay down excellent foundations for horror and more mature themes!!) and I really wish there was more fan works that explored the unimaginable tragedies that occur in lore!!
When you really dwell on the scale of many of the disasters that happen in lore, it really dawns on you just how sinister and monstrous many of the larger villains are. Antagonists like Eramis are much more grounded, certainly not saints though, but some of the antagonists we have encounter are truly odious in their behaviors, even if they are deluded into thinking what they are doing is correct (like the Osmium siblings ravaging whole star systems in pursuit of the sword).
For example, itâs no secret that I LOATHE the Witness like no other. This wicked entity has me fighting bile at the mere thought of it and I truly think the way it delivers cruelty with such a sense of compassion and righteousness to be the most stomach wrenching form of being baneful. I could not think of an entitlement more deplorable than the Witnessâ and itâs existence is a travesty that has caused irreparable harm that spans EONS.
Yet, in my experience, I never see much content that taps into the horrors experienced by those touched by the Witness and its pawns, such as the Noesis and humanity during the collapse. There are INCREDIBLE artistic and written works that tap into the psychological horrors of exos and the unethical hell Clovis was putting people through, but not as many on the more cosmic horrors from what I have seen!!
This may just be a me thing and the personal reasons why I want the Witness put under a hydraulic press speaking, but I often see plenty of depictions of the Witness being uncharacteristically soft and having deeper feelings towards its disciples, but works about its vengeful rage, simple mindedness, violation of the autonomy of others, and predatory grooming are quite barren.
I wish to see just how HEINOUS it is displayed in all its turpitude and how it leaves a festering rot on everything and everyone it touches. I love the Witness because it is so evil in itâs actions and my heart SINGS any time I see people tap into the trauma it causes, especially for characters like Rhulk or SavathĂ»n!!
There is so much room for exploring just how vast the Destiny universe is when you decenter perpetrators in stories and focus on the incomprehensible number of victims.
Destiny genuinely has a character running around with the title âThe Final God of Painâ haunting people and refusing to permanently die, but there is only so much a T rated game can do and I feel like Destiny enjoyers can go beyond whatâs in game in such creative ways!! Just thinking of the fall of Torobatl has me going âWow, Iâm actually so sick to my stomach, I need to honor Caiatl and really capture the pain of such an event!â
The latest lore on the Qugu? My chest HURTS.
Some of the hive experimentations? The hive in general? Hell is not hot enough for what the Witness lead them into.
But you know what they say, be the change you want to see in the world! Create the content you want to enjoy and promote the content you do enjoy!! I wish to dabble into the darker areas of lore, and of course, promote Witness hatred any chance I get!! Hopefully I get more time to write about these things and really value the work the Destiny writers have put into portraying such strong feelings of loss time and time again!!
And also!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read The Gardenâs Witness by Titanmaster_117 !!! ESPECIALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER, I COULD RANT ABOUT THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF PROSE ALL DAY, IT GENUINELY MADE ME CRY!! PROMOTE THE CONTENT YOU ENJOY ALL DAY, EVERYDAY!!
But this is just something Iâve been thinking for some time now. This isnât condemning anyone in the fandom or saying there is an issue, just a desire I would love to see (and hopefully fulfill if I ever get back into writing for Destiny!) If you guys have any recommendations for Destiny works that are horrific, focus on themes of loss and devastation, or hate on the Witness, feel free to mention them so other people can find them!!
Not enough Witness hate going around for my liking⊠this looks like a job for me.
#destiny 2#destiny#destiny the game#d2#the witness#destiny witness#destiny art#destiny fanart#destiny fanfiction#destiny eramis#eramis#nezarec destiny#nezarec#im just tagging whatever at this point#maybe itâs just me being from a group of people on the recieving end of a lot of the atrocities committed in destiny#witness haters where are you I NEED YOU#this is not to hate on anyone who makes any content in the destiny fandom btw!! I love you all so much#the destiny fandom can be so talented and creates AMAZING works#i wanna write and draw as good as some of the people in this fandom!! you guys are amazing!!!#if destiny was M and focused more on storytelling with some rpg elements I think Iâd die happy#anyways make sure to blow up the witness with your mind whenever you can#i need that entity blown up into a million pieces NOW#destiny savathĂ»n#savathĂ»n#savathun#maybe one day Iâll write that fic from the perspective of someone who lost everything#someone who fought back against the Witness and was abused by it horribly
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ROBIN HIHIHIHI, THINK FAST
*throws u silly HCS ideas yet again aggressively*
SOOO I KINDA GOT ATTACHED TO OUR ASSHOLE OF AN ANGEL, ADAM SO I WAS THINKING:
Adam x Sweet angel reader
basically reader is the most sweet person u can encounter, like always complementing Adam, giving him hand made gifts and etc, and then theres Adam.
wanna know how this dynamic will go
luv ya
"ááááá á©á§áŹ ááá, ááŹá¶áá áá„áá!"
Character: Adam x reader (Romantic)
Notes: I'M BACK, I've finally finished my exams YIPPIE
Summary: Reader is a sweetheart and Adam somehow falls in love with them.
I'm pretty sure that he's always trying to make you angry in some way. For example, he will be trying to annoy you all the time, and you will answer him with a sweet smile asking him if he's happy that day because he seems more enegertic.
We all know that he sometimes says really morally questionable things, so whenever you hear him say those things you will hit the back of his head and scold him.
At first he thought that your kind and sweet nature was a sign of weakness, because well, he's always around Lute and the Exorcist angels. However, when he saw you ruining someone's day with just a smile and two sarcastic but bold phrases, all those negative thoughts about you dissapeared. Now you have a supportive angel behind you everytime you argue with someone. And with supportive I mean that he's flipping the other angel off while saying "That's right, bitch!" or "You tell Ă©m, sugar tits!"
Yeah, he's pretty obvious with his crush on you, and he's not ashamed. He told Lute about it, she was bit confused at first, like... She's sure that your blood is pure sugar, how could he fall in love with you? You're the total opposite. But, she was happy that Adam found someone after the events with Lillith and Eve...
He's a bit insecure of those events, I mean, he's afraid that Lucifer goes to heaven and steal you away from him. Then, he realizes that you don't even know about the exterminations. He won't tell you, and if you were at the council when Charlie tried to talk to Heaven's leaders. He will be very afraid that you turn against him, that you see him as a monster. Of course, you don't want to accpet that he's been killing souls, even if they are in Hell, they don't desever to die permanentely.
He tried to apologize telling you that those souls desever it, they were in hell for a reason, right? You told him that as long as he didn't kill any children or people who didn't really deseve it, you would let him go down to Hell. If not, you would tell Sera and even God about it and forbid him to go to Hell.
Before the extermination he wanted to talk to you in private. "I want to tell you something, sweetcheeks." You looked at him with a smile. "I... Sorry, you..." For the first time in centuries he was at a loss of words. So, he decided to kiss your lips. It was a bit aggressive at first, but when you softly put your hands in his cheeks his tensed up body loosened a bit. When you separated, you looked at golden eyes, which were looking at you softly. You caressed his cheek, you knew that Hell was going to fight back in that extermination, you knew that he was in danger. "Just don't die, please." You whispered. "I won't die, sugar. I'm Adam, the Adam, the original dick! They can't kill me." He said while hugging you. The, he put his helmet on and flew off to Hell. You gave Lute a gaze that asked her to protect him.
What you didn't expect was to see Lute without an arm. You rapidly rushed to her and started to treat her wounds. While you were stitching up her arm, she took something from a bag. It was a halo similar to Adam's. Suddenly you felt a knot in your throat, was he dead? The look that Lute gave you told you everything. "I tried... But... I'm so sorry..."
You took his halo and put it next to your heart. Tears were falling from your eyes, Lute didn't know what to do, should she comfort you? Should she walk away? Call someone? She just decided to stand behind you waiting for you to say something Now, you had mixed feeling about Hell, you were sure that souls could be redeemed and that extermination was wrong. But how could you fully believe them when they killed your lover?
#hazbin hotel adam x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#sorry I made this angsty :(#adam x reader#hazbin hotel adam
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Practice On Me â Part Fifteen â Azriel x Reader
Summary: Azriel and Reader are really enjoying being in L-O-V-E, which makes them a little careless. Daddy Fin likes to make gestures. Kaeda thinks sheâs smart but she fucking AINâT. The night of the ball arrives.
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: Some very light depictions of sex (not really smut). A light sprinkling of the olâ violence.
Fingers rake slowly through your hair.
They belong to hands that have felt such torturous agony, and have been left with scars to show for it â but their touch is as light and as loving as a warm summer breeze.
Azrielâs body shudders against yours as he stares down at you. The hand that toys with the strands of your hair moves to brush a tender caress to your cheek, and his panting breaths land on your lips.
âI love you.â He whispers, not for the first time that morning.
Barely morning, in fact. The sun is not yet up, and even the dorms are still blanketed in silence. Itâs the third time in a week youâve snuck away to steal a few hours with Azriel â with Rhysandâs valued help. Your friend will return you to Velaris before Fin can even discover you left.
You push up onto your elbows, capturing Azriel in a languid kiss. And you murmur through a smile, âI love you, too.â
He also smiles. Your body is aware of his every touch as he pulls out of you and settles at your side, tugging the sheet over your naked bodies. The dorms arenât the most romantic setting for you to lose yourselves in each other, no, but the mutual need for one anotherâs touches is gettingâ
Well. Quite franklyâŠout of hand. In a good way. The best way.
Gone is the endearing, nervous Azriel of that first sexual encounter. In his place is a male who knows your body like heâs been painting it with love for years â and not the mere two weeks since you first slept together.
Perhaps it wasnât practice he needed at all, but ratherâŠyou. Just you.
He rests his head beside yours on the pillow, and his hand is clasping your cheek and turning your face towards his. âSleep here with me.â He says.
A soft groan leaves you. Never would you have thought a night in the dorms would sound like heaven, but with Azriel, it really does. âI wish I could. I have to go back.â
âFor how much longer?â
âI think Fin will make his decisions on the night of the ball. He knows what I thinkâŠwhat I want him to decide. And whatever choice he makes, Iâll come back here after â to you. I just hope I donât fail in convincing him where Tathaln is concerned.â
Az twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers. âYou will not have failed. Whatever the outcome.â
You stare back at him. âWeâll be together regardless.â
âYes.â He agrees. âWe will. Let them screw with the camps, if they must. But wherever you go, I go, too.â
There is such ease in reaching forward to slant your mouth over his, that you almost forget how close you came to losing the opportunity of that simple gesture. The thought has you leaning in closer, throwing everything you think and feel into that kiss. You feel Azriel gasp against your lips, and you canât hide your smile.
âOne more week until the ball.â You say as you pull back. âJust one more week.â
Azriel studies you, sliding a hand over your cheek. âI want a life with you.â
Gods, you want the same. And it takes everything in your power to keep thoughts of war at bay â to push away the conversation you had with Fin concerning humans and uprisings and battle being inevitable. Happiness sits right here in front of you, and youâŠyouâre going to throw yourself into its open arms. Think about the bad stuff later.
But before you can kiss Azriel again, the door is flying open, and Rhysandâs leaning against the frame.
âTimeâs up, lovebirds.â He says, biting into an apple. âI have to get the damsel back to her tower before first light.â
âFor fuckâs sake, Rhys.â Az scrambles to pull the sheet tighter around you. âYou ever heard of knocking? We need to get dressed.â
âIâve seen Y/Nâs tits literally so many times.â
A snarl comes from the shadowsinger, and Rhysâs violet gaze glitters with amusement.
You roll your eyes, sitting up and clutching the sheet to those tits heâs seen literally so many times. âStop winding him up, Rhys. Iâll be right out.â
âYou sure you donât need help dressingââ
Thereâs another deep snarl, and Azriel is launching a pillow in your friendâs direction. Rhys is out of the room before it can hit him, bellowing a laugh that causes a sleepy, disgruntled resident of the dorms to call out, âShut the fuck up!â Rhys shouts back, âYou shut the fuck up!â
You make to push off the bed, but Az tenderly catches your wrist and kisses you again. âGo careful with the High Lord.â He pleads.
âAlways.â You peck him once, twice. âIâll be back in your arms before you know it.â
He tries his best, to his credit, to smile. But you recognise the worry that lurks behind it, exists in a glowering streak on his beautiful face.
Itâs the same worry that prowls in your veins.
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Rhys winnows you straight into your bedroom at Finâs palace and parts with a kiss to your cheek â and a playful thank fuck you and Az sorted your shit out.
To which youâd promptly told him to go get his dick sucked by Zakai.
To which heâd promptly told you that he most definitely planned to.
Alone in your room, now, you feelâŠlight.
Staring down the large bedroom filled to the brim with luxuries, you feelâŠcontent. Content to know you will soon be walking away from this and back to where you may have the bare necessities, but you â most importantly â have love waiting for you.
Perhaps you are a naĂŻve fool in love. But with that loveâŠanything seems possible, somehow.
You quickly change into your nightgown, not wanting to rouse suspicion by bathing too early in the morning â even if Fin does consider himself privy to your sleeping habits, he knows also that you have a routine. Doing anything outside of that may just pique his interest a little too close for comfort.
So youâll sleep. Not for long; a few hours, maybe. And when daylight bathes Velaris, youâll return to your scheming.
One week to go.
One week.
That thought becomes loud â too loud â the second you slip between the sheets. You want to shove a pillow over your head and attempt to block it out, but one urgent thought turns to another, another, and any tiredness that may have begun to bleed into your bones is interrupted by the very realisation that soonâŠthings will be happening, moving along, soon.
You toss under the blanket, huffing quietly to yourself. But a slow, measured inhale of breath brings with it the lingering scent of Azriel, and itâs an immediate relaxant, a soothing presence of cedar and frost andâ
You jolt at the click of your door echoing through the room. The sound of it opening.
The sky has lightened enough outside to lend little shafts of daylight to the room, but not bright enough to see much. You sit up quickly, watching the door inch open.
Footsteps thud against the floor, and Fin is emerging, his tall, muscled outline undeniable even in the dimness of the room. Your body tenses. You watch, stunned, as he strides further into your room, an object clutched in his hands. He heads straight for the desk.
Perhaps itâs foolish of you, but you reach over and lay your palm over the small orb on your bedside table. The touch has faelight blooming in the area, a golden glow that illuminates it just enough for you to see Fin stop in his tracks and turn towards youâ
Flowers. He holds a bouquet of gorgeous, peach-coloured flowers in his hand. He meets your gaze, and pink dusts his cheeks.
ââŠdid I wake you?â He swallows, shifting on the spot. âIâm sorry â I was trying to be quiet.â
You swallow, also. You eye him. The flowers. Him again. It makes you feel strange to have him here, in your room, at this hour. To think he came with a nice gesture.
It takes you a second or two to remember the role youâre playing. You force your shoulders to relax and plaster an airy smile on your face, drinking those flowers in with genuine surprise.
âThose are for me?â You ask.
Fin glances at the bouquet like he forgot, entirely, that he was even holding it. He clears his throat and nods. âYes â I, uhâŠI got them from the Summer Court. You can only find them there. Theyâre calledââ
âDusk-Light Blooms.â As you kick your sheets away and stand, your reaction isnât entirely for show. âI know â Iâve read about them. Theyâre beautiful.â
The maleâs brown eyes study you, and then the peach petals, and then you again. He inclines his head a little. âAlmost as lovely as you.â
âYou say such kind things to me, Fin.â
âI think youâre owed twenty years of kind things.â He straightens himself, handing the bouquet out to you. âI meant to leave them as a surprise for you to wake up to. A parting gift, also. Iâll be away on business for the next couple of days and IâŠI didnât want you to assume I left without thinking of you.â
There are such warring, conflicting feelings inside you that they almost knock you off your feet. Make you want to sit down.
Firstly, you almost feel like a wretch â for playing a game, and playing it so well. Who knew that you could charm a High Lord, make him so besotted by you? His kindness is not for show. He genuinely holds you in high regard.
And then a little bit of anger slips in. Because whether he and Roza honour their bond or not, Roza is his mate â his very pregnant mate. His very pregnant mate thatâs currently sleeping in her quarters of the palace. It sits funny inside you that heâs not leaving her a beautiful bouquet of Dusk-Light Blooms before he parts for business. That heâs not more concerned about leaving her and the babe behind when he leaves.
But you suppose that means youâre a temptress, a wretched, seductive little thing. You have filled the High Lordâs brain with such sweet things that he can currently see no one and nothing but you. Manipulative, yes. But if it gets you your crucial resultâŠif it saves Illyrians from Tathaln Baralasâs cunning mindâŠso be it.
Your voice is like syrup as you lift your gaze to his hickory-hued one and curl your lips into a smile. âIâll look at these flowers while youâre gone.â You say. âAnd Iâll think of you.â
And itâs not an outright lie, because you probably will. You wonât be able to take in the beauty of those velvety petals without considering the fact that the High Lord of the Night Court went to the trouble of getting them for you in the first place.
âIâll be thinking of you, too.â Fin turns, placing the bouquet onto the desk. He pauses with his back to you. ââŠI think of you a lot, in fact.â
âAnd I, you.â And Tathaln, and Fenlaros, and what a shit show this could turn into if things arenât rightedâ
âIf I could give you anything you wanted, Y/N, what would you ask for?â
He pivots so heâs facing you again, and the question leaves you stumped for a moment â even though the answer sits on your tongue.
You blink. âAnything?â
âAnything.â He dips his chin. âA house, a business to set you up for life, your fatherâs head on a spike for all to spit atââ
âI just want Tathaln Baralas to leave the Illyrian camps and their inhabitants alone.â
Fin stares at you. His head falls into a very slight tilt.
âIt is by no means a glamorous place, Fin.â You breathe your words, unable to stop them pouring out of you. âItâs certainly not a gem like Velaris. But it works. The way it is has worked for hundreds of years â thousands. And where Tathaln thinks merging the camps would be the making of IllyriaâŠI think it would be the death of it. In numerous aspects. Not just in the strength and training of its armies, butâŠin the strength of its families, too. Thereâs a lot to be righted about that place. Turning into one, huge cesspool of chaos and anger is not the way to do it.â
He knows all of this, of courseâŠthat you feel this way. But he stares at you like itâs the first time heâs hearing it, and he purses his lips. You can see the cogs turning in his mind. You let him think.
And when he steps closer to you, you do not step back. When he comes to within touching distance, you do not balk. Even when he raises a hand and taps the centre of your forehead with his finger.
âThis,â he murmurs, âthis mind is a brilliant thing. It should not go to waste.â
âIâm just speaking from the heartââ
âAnd from a logical standpoint, too. Your brain should be put to work on the council of a court. Not in a war camp where your excellence isnât even seen, let alone appreciated.â
Your eyes dip to the floor. Thereâs no hiding the blush that creeps up your neck. âI donât know about that.â
âI do.â Fin draws even closer, and his hands are suddenly cupping your face, forcing you to gaze up at him. âYou remind me so much ofââ
He stops short.
For a moment, you canât tell what cuts him off. You study his face for the answer.
And then you catch the very slight twitching of his nose. His brow furrows.
âYou smellâŠdifferent.â He says.
It is such a gargantuan effort to stop yourself from stiffening under his touch. To keep your expression mild, unperturbed.
âI donât know what it is.â He sniffs again. âFamiliar, but alsoâŠnot.â
You swallow. Hard. âI used a different soap when I bathed before bed. I didnât like the smell of it, so I threw it out.â
He leans in closer, and you stand still as his nose bumps the skin of your neck. He inhales deeply, slowly.
ââŠCedar?â He guesses. âCedar andâŠsomething else.â
âYes.â You clear your throat. âI bought it from a market in Windhaven a while back. Like I saidâŠI wasnât fond of the scent.â
Such a lie. Such a godsdamned little lie.
But you will not give that away as Fin considers your words. You remain unflinching in your answer. You silently plead with him to believe you. If he could just believe youâŠyouâll kick yourself after heâs left, for not washing Azrielâs scent from your skin.
He slowly moves up your neck until his lips are at your cheek. Brushing the skin. âInteresting.â Is all he says, before pulling back. âI much prefer your scent.â
You bow your head. âIâll keep that in mind.â
He studies you. Closely. It seems to last for ages â so long that you grow restless on the spot.
But then a strange smile tugs his lips up, and he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger â a tender gesture. âEnjoy your flowers,â he says, âand donât think of me too hard while Iâm away.â
âIâll try not to. And thank you â for the flowers.â
A deep laugh leaves him, and heâs brushing past you, striding back over to the door. Your heart is galloping inside your chest.
He stops with his hand rested on the doorknob, turning back to you. He tilts his head.
âIf you have any more trouble sleeping,â he says, âjust think about the night of the ball.â He opens the door. âI can do a great many things with my tongue.â
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Youâve reread the note at least ten times, now.
Something just feelsâŠoff about it. Churns your gut.
Perhaps itâs that itâs your fatherâs handwriting that glares up at you, dark and ugly and smeared on the page. Even his hand is threatening, domineering.
I need to see you urgently. Meet me at the mead hall this afternoon, three oâclock.
Of course, you consider simply throwing the note into the fire and giving it no further thought â thatâs certainly what your father deserves â butâŠyou donât know. For all his flaws, your father is not a hyperbolic male. You canât imagine him stressing urgency without good reason. You canât imagine him wanting to see you without good reason.
Azriel flies you from Velaris to Windhaven, his arms a supportive band around you. He can feel the tension tightly coiled in your body. As his shadows guide his way through the skies, he leans in and presses a kiss to the crease between your brows.
âI love you.â He says, and those three little words loosen some of your restlessness. âYouâre sure you donât want me to meet your father with you?â
Yes, you want him to. But whether or not itâs a good idea is a different story entirely.
âItâll only make him more hostile.â You smile apologetically. âYou knowâŠhow he feels about you.â
âAnd he should know how I feel about him. That I hope he gets eviscerated. Slowly.â
Heâs not joking, but a quiet, nervous laugh rasps out of you, and that laugh softens the fury in his eyes and causes him to squeeze you tightly against him.
âAlright,â he concedes. âIâll stay away from the meeting. Not too far away, though. Iâll be nearby, and when heâs said his piece, Iâm getting you straight out of there. Weâll go and buy hot chocolate.â
A smile curls your lips. âFrom the market stall?â The very one the two of you have been frequenting for years.
He leans in, kisses you again. âFrom the market stall.â
He sets you down a few buildings away from the mead hall and vows to wait. Something in his gaze as you part from him tells you that while he may not encroach on the meeting, his brilliant shadows will be putting the feelers out, keeping him updated. You expect â nor want â nothing less.
So close to Starfall, even Windhaven is mild enough that your heavy overcoat is starting to feel like a bad choice. Or perhaps the clamminess of your skin is from raw, nauseating anticipation. You do not want to do this. You would happily never see this male ever again. You wonder if itâs better to ignore his request and go running away from the buildingâ
But you open the door and step inside before you can talk yourself out of it.
Itâs always empty this time of day, when the Windhaven residents are finished with their lunch. The smells of roasted meat and potatoes still linger in the air, the warmth of the hearths still permeating the building. But itâs dark, and a little eerie, and thatâs why you jump at the clipped footsteps that emerge from the kitchen.
The strange concoction of emotions you feel in that moment is jarring.
Youâre both shocked and not shocked at all. Annoyed. Anxious. A little sick to your stomach. Kaeda holds your returned note in one of her hands. She chucks it onto the closest table.
âWasnât hard to imitate your fatherâs handwriting.â
You purse your lips, watching as she slides her hands into her pockets. You suppose you hadnât considered this side of things â that sheâd want to confront you about you and Azriel. But luring you here under false pretencesâŠusing your father to taunt youâ
âWhy.â You bite out. âWhat do you want?â
âI want you to stop messing with my fucking work.â
Straight to the point, then. You take in her beautiful features, and oh, sheâs angry. Her face is so pinched that itâs almostâŠnot beautiful at all. Her vibrant hair is a flash of her temper.
But youâre angry, too. Livid. That she would use Azriel the way she did, play on his emotions, try to separate youâŠ
âAzriel,â you snap, âis not your work. Heâs not your anything.â
She stares at you, and her lips twitch. Thereâs amusement there, but itâs a sneer. A cold, calculating sneer.
âI knew, from the very first time he mentioned you, that you were going to be a problem.â She removes her hands from her pockets to fold her arms over her chest. âAzrielâs loyal little lapdog whoâs so down bad for him that youâre loath to let him experience anyone else.â
âThatâs bullshit, Kaeda. He didnât want you. That had nothing to do with me.â
âExcept it does. Because I could have convinced him if it werenât for you, and then he would have come back to Fenlaros with me, and my fucking livelihood would not be hanging in the balance.â
Perhaps it makes you cold, but you donât feel bad. It doesnât grate on you that she may go from having everything, to having as little as you do. You feelâŠnothing.
She can sense that, you think. Just looking at you seems to incense her even more.
âIf I canât give my father what he wants,â she hisses, âI will lose everything.â
You shrug. âYou play dumb games, Kaeda, and you win dumb prizes.â
âAnd what of the games you play? Word on the street is youâve been cozying up to the High Lord. Does Azriel know just how far youâre willing to take it?â
If sheâs trying to strike a nerve, it works. You try not to let it show as you straighten your back, hold your head up high. You may not be a seasoned schemer like she so clearly is, but your actions as of late are nothing to scoff at.
âAzriel knows,â you say, âthat I am doing what I have to in order to stop your father destroying Illyria as we know it.â
âMy father is trying to help Illyriaââ
âYour father is power hungry and wants nothing more than to rule Illyria. Anyone can see that. And heâs using you to do it.â
âShut the fuck up. You know nothing.â
A laugh breaks from you. âI know a great deal more than you do. And I know that if your father gets what he wants â and thatâs a big if, because I will do whatever I have to to stop him â he will drop you so fucking fast, Kaedaââ
In the blink of an eye, sheâs moving, and youâre suddenly slammed against the wall, her fingers wrapped around your throat. Her perfectly manicured nails bite into your skin as she squeezes.
âI didnât come here to listen to your bullshit. Itâs all steeped in jealousy, anyway, because my father actually loves me.â
âYour father,â you choke out, âneeds you, Kaeda. He doesnât love you.â
âShut the fuck up.â She repeats, slamming you against the wall. Her hand squeezes your throat harder, tighter. âAnd stay out of the High Lordâs head. This is a warning. You do not want to cross meââ
Air punches your lungs so suddenly that you donât even register the fact that Kaeda is ripped off of you. You slide down the wall, coughs shuddering from you, spotty vision just catching the way dark shadows snake out and launch the female across the room.
Azriel doesnât even move from the spot he winnowed to. His shadows do all the work, shoving Kaeda against the opposite wall and pinning her there.
âThis is a warning,â he intones quietly, dangerously, âthat if you ever touch so much as a hair on Y/Nâs head ever again, I will fucking destroy you and take great delight in doing so. Do you understand?â
Kaeda says nothing. Merely tries to fight against those shadows that only tighten the more she struggles. Az takes a step closer.
âWeâll attend your fatherâs little ball and face whatever heâs planning head-on.â His face is a sheet of icy rage. âBut if you think we wonât retaliate, youâre sorely mistaken. Itâs not too late to switch sides, Kaeda, and youâd be wise to do so before things really get out of hand.â
âOh, fuck youââ
A shadow snaps out, and you can only watch in quiet horror â and delight â as it forges itself into a weapon that slices the skin of Kaedaâs cheek. Draws blood.
âI do not mess around where my loved ones are concerned, and youâll do well to remember that.â Azriel watches with indifference as the blood trickles down. âYou will never come for Y/N again. Wonât even look at her, in fact. Do you understand?â
The shadow-knife-sword-thing that cut her cheek now sits precariously at her neck. She tries to move, but her arms are bound to her sides. Sheâs backed into a corner and well and truly knows it.
âDonât make me ask you a third time.â Az says.
ââŠYes.â Kaeda grits out as the shadow presses against her neck. âI understand.â
And just like that, upon Azrielâs command, those shadows are loosening their grip on the redhead female, letting her go. She releases a staggered breath.
âYouâll regret this.â She seethes, pushing away from the wall. âBoth of you will.â
She disappears before either of you have a chance to respond. All you can do is watch and watch those incredible shadows â watch as instead of returning to Azriel, they swim through the air, over to you. Their cool, gentle touch brushes the skin of your neck.
ïżœïżœMy love,â Az is kneeling at your side, and he, too, brushes your neck. âI should have known. Iâm sorryââ
You donât allow the needless apology to linger between you â not as you reach out and pull Azriel into a heavy, heated kiss. It seems to knock him speechless for a moment, before heâs gripping your face and kissing you back.
And that kiss says everything. Tells him that you will not be intimidated out of loving him, out of wishing for a future with him. You will not stop until you get it.
You kiss him and kiss him until youâre both gasping for breath, your lips swollen and a little tender from the exertion. When you finally break away, just enough to meet his gaze, question swims in his hazel eyes. He wants to know what youâre thinking.
âWeâre going to destroy them.â You promise breathlessly, pecking him once. âWeâre going to stop them before they can stop us.â
He nods vigorously, hair falling into his eyes. âYes.â He pecks you back, quick. âWe are.â
âWeâre going to tear them apart.â Another kiss, two, three â growing in desperation with each one. âLimb from limb.â
Your love, your heart, your soul, does not answer you with words. But rather, he answers by meeting your fire, your intensity.
His mouth captures yours again, and heâs scooping you up into his arms. And with the promise of a future lingering on both your lips and his, he lays you down and moulds his body to yours, exactly where this all first started.
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A week later â the night of the ball â you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You canât help wondering ifâŠif you wouldnât have been able to pull off this dress a mere few months ago. If this garment is only to be worn by the person youâve grown into. Itâs like seeing it for the first time all over again. Its glimmering beauty knocks words straight from your mind until you can only gape at yourself.
You are beautiful. You are brave. You are strong. You are capable.
The gown, the makeup, your hairâŠit only encourages you. Encourages you to be the kind of person who whispers honeyed words and brings High Lords to their knees.
As if right on cue, the door inches open behind you. Fin strolls in and stops a few steps away. Stares at you.
You meet his gaze in the mirror, and your coy expression is not for show. He picked out everything about your appearance. You want it to be pleasing for him.
And his will certainly be pleasing for anyone who claps eyes on him. The blue of his tailored suit matches the blue of your dress. He looks resplendent, regal, kingly â a High Lord through and through.
He seems to remember how to walk, how to talk. He blinks out of his daze, and his feet are moving again, carrying him closer to you. He stops just behind you, his body more or less pressed against yours.
âYouââ He clears his throat, shaking his head. âYou are a vision. I think I might be lost for words.â
Your painted lips curl upwards. âI imagine that doesnât happen very often.â
âNo,â he agrees. âIt does not.â
He falls silent, his eyes drinking in your reflection, and you allow him the time to do so. If heâs aware of your trembling, he doesnât let it show.
âYou are a vision, too.â You tell him, watching as his eyes flick up to yours in the mirror. âTruly.â
His smile is, perhaps, a rare one. One so few people get to see. It gives away the softer side to him that you genuinely believe exists. The one that takes the compliment to heart.
But then his expression sobers, and heâs closing the minuscule gap between your bodies â pressing his front to your back and allowing his chin to drop to your shoulder. You try not to tense.
âWhere the ball is being held,â he murmurs, his voice vibrating through you, âThe Hewn City â Morriganâs homeâŠshe calls it the Court of Nightmares.â
Youâve heard of it, of course. Its callous residents. And you would have happily never paid it a visit. ButâŠneeds must, and all that.
âIâve heard itâs not the most pleasant of places.â You say, standing still against the warm hand that brushes your hip. âIs that why you donât want Roza there while sheâs pregnant?â
Fin hums in response. An agreeing noise. âPartially.â He concurs, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. âBut also because of what tonight will be.â
Your two reflections lock gazes with an intensity that turns your blood cold. âWhat will tonight be?â
The High Lord takes a moment to answer. He continues to stare at you, all the while stroking a thumb over the curve of your hip.
âTonight, Y/N, will be one for the history books.â He eventually answers, and another kiss falls onto your shoulder. âOf that, I can assure you.â
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"Ah, he's got this problem." Your friend Mimzy waved her hand. "You know how animal demons get. I'd take care of him myself but I wouldn't want to spoil our working relationship. We go way back, you know."
Slowly, you nodded. "You'd consider it a personal favour?" That was how things worked in Hell. A consideration for a consideration. And dealing with the Radio Demon in rut was hardly a small favour, even if it did play well to your preferences.
"To me, yeah." Mimzy smiled broadly. "Just take him to a private room in the back and see that he's calmed down before it's time for the show. If he's cranky he's gonna start eating people, ugh." She fluttered her hand again. "Don't worry, though, he's an absolute sweetheart."
Seeing the Radio Demon turn sideways to get through the door, eyes glowing red and his huge rack of antlers festooned with cables, you were starting to doubt Mimzy's definition of sweetheart.
THIS POST CONTAINS MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS. 18+
Content: Rutting, antlerplay, role reversal, give and take, banter, mutual masturbation, light femdom, biting, marking, a lot of flowery language for smut
You'd heard the stories and rumors, saw the occasional report on VNN, but you'd yet to encounter the Radio Demon for yourself. Even pushed to the edge where something resembling humanity plunges into dark depths of depravity, he's maintaining a grip on decorum, his wavering smile barely forming the syllables when he introduces himself as Alastor, his voice impossibly mimicking the sound of a mono recording from a bygone time. Mimzy is going to owe you big-time.
"I'm doing well, sir. I have to say, you look like you've had an awful day."
"It is... most inconvenient," he stammers, shaking his head like a beached animal trying to throw off water. Just as Mimzy had requested, you'd waited for him in the private room, and you're still laying in the bed, your body draped across the two rows of firm pillows, down to your lingerie for his ease. With wobbling steps, he begins to close the distance, loosening his bowtie.
"I really must insist that this matter... stay between us." The restraint he's displaying seems as though it's taking every bit of faculties he can spare; his breathing, his sight, his ability to stand, all seem to be sustained with the minimum amount of effort possible. Even glazed in electric red, you can tell his eyes are focused intently on you.
"Who would believe me, anyhow?"
"... Too true, no one would dream of calling me a liar," he agrees, pulling his waistcoat off and leaving it in a heap on the bureau. His undershirt is the same deep red, intersecting black stripes making a cross across the center of his chest. He rolls his sleeves up, then sets his cane on top of his waistcoat. "Any... sensitivities I should know about?"
"I like being kissed on the neck," you venture, playing it safe for opening bids.
He laughs wickedly, the glow casting light further than it could reach before, his antlers growing another section in size, branching out that much closer to the ceiling. "Oh, Mimzy didn't tell me you'd be so pure. Surely you have something more entertaining than that?"
"You think I do this sort of thing often enough to have an itemized list?"
He tuts at your attempt at banter, removing his shoes and leaving them in the gap under the bed. "I don't have time for experimentation, my dear. I'm asking if you think you can handle what I have to give."
"I've handled everything so far," you smirk.
"Let's see how you handle the best, then," he mutters. With a wave of his hand, a black tentacle rises to wrap around your midsection, pinning you in place. He's climbing onto the bed, teeth bared like an animal seconds from pouncing. There's hunger in his eyes, desperation in his motion, a frantic bent to the way he's starting to falter, his kayfabe crumbling with every push of his knees. He's got your legs open, mounting you, and you can feel something alive and thrashing, barely contained by the slacks tenting away from his midsection. His eyes are narrowed in ravenous anticipation, his hips pressing him into you, etching his longing lengthwise against the fabric of your underwear. You feel your upper teeth against your lip, knowing that despite all your talk, you can't hide how appreciative you are of his straightforward approach.
With a hoarse exhale, he fumbles with his belt, the restraining tentacle slipping southward to yank your panties down. Your eyes catch a glimpse of how prepared you are for what's coming next, the evidence staining a dark spot in the light fabric. The Radio Demon hikes his slacks down to the midsection of his thighs, the tip of his firmness kissing against your entrance, his erratic movements keeping him from slipping in. You take it in your hands, which makes him rear up in ecstasy, a hissing growl punctuating the reaction, and align it directly where it needs to go. With a thrust motivated by nothing more than primal need, he forces himself deep into you, grunting in satisfaction at your breathy gasps when it settles into your apex. He gives you little time to adjust, burying himself into you with harsh, crushing strokes, the red in his eyes leaving a tracer every time you shut your eyes against the force of it. His hands are against your forearms, pinning the both of them on either side, and when your head goes back, he finds the crook of your neck with his teeth, his tongue, his lips, seasoning you with scratches, leaving welts from kisses and bites. They sting like fire, they excite like aphrodisiac.
"Is that what you mean, my dear? Is that what you're looking for?"
You whimper something that sounds close enough to assent for him to grow bolder, making a map of your body, marking a trail, carving canyons, raising landmarks that stand red and pulsing against the canvas of your skin. All this in the throes of his rutting deep into you. It drives you mad, your legs wrapping around his waist, bidding him to see just how much of his mind he can lose.
"God, your fucking taste. It'd be such a shame to just devour you, though. So many uses for the whole." Or maybe you're using the homophone of that word to make him seem kinder.
A flailing hand finds your throat, freeing your arms by necessity. You catch onto the rack of black antlers nearly driving themselves into the headboard, using them for leverage to arch your back. You can't tell if you've irritated or excited him with your little move, but the result is the same; he's pressing you with enough force that you can feel the force of it in your midsection. You're seeing red, the sound of him making a mess of you ringing in your ears, two organs vying for sensations yet to be experienced, every other part of you a mere pretense, a chorus playing ensemble to the true performance. And he's reaching the climax of it, his bucking hips shaking your entire frame. You can feel every shift of his disposition in the bone of his antlers, and you hold on for dear life as his urge rushes into your lower half, filling you with thick heat. You're moaning unconsciously, letting him keep you impaled for as long as it pulses with diminishing vigor, feeling every twitch in his shaft as it empties itself. Finally spent, he releases you, the tentacle unwinding from around your waist. Your fingers, knuckles sore from strain, release his antlers, and you extricate yourselves from one another. You can feel his seed weep from between your legs, your breathing rapid, your skin slick with sweat. He collapses onto his back, his legs still entangled with yours, the fabric of his slacks a strange texture on your drenched skin. Straining, you lift your head up, seeing that despite his exhaustion, his cock hasn't calmed one bit.
"Still... not satisfied?"
"This damnable rut..."
You pull yourself up, your lower half numb and leaving a trail of translucence as you crawl to the space between his legs. You wrap a hand around him, and he breathes a hissing inhale that tapers into a low, long groan.
"I didn't ask you..."
"You look like you're in misery, you really don't want the help?"
"I am in no position to keep going..."
"So let me handle it."
You can see the conflict playing out in his expression, but his hips gently bucking against your hand tell a different tale. "Not a soul can know about this."
You nod your assent, giving the part that needs it more of your attention. It's as lively as when he was frotting it against you, throbbing with want, coated with spend. It makes a marvelous lubricant, the wet sound of skin against slick skin nearly obscuring his quiet moans.
"I couldn't help but notice that you have sensitivities of your own, sir."
"Surely you can't mean..."
Your free hand dances like a bird across the branches in his horns, his vocalizations and submissive thrusts suggesting that you have stricken quite the nerve. He's already oozing pre into your palm, a searching hand walking a blind path between your legs, caressing you in kind. You've got a wild idea, just crazy enough to sound worth doing. There's a real chance you'll never cross each other's path again, might as well indulge. You spot a path that ends in a blunt point in his rack, and take it into your mouth, flitting your tongue against the rough material, firm and tasteless, but eliciting such a response from him that you'd not dare release it. His fingers are stroking you with all the effort they can muster, his thrusts weak but sincere.
"Cannot believe... you're getting away with this," he whines, his voice so submissive compared to the one you first heard that it threatens to send you over the edge. Why not press your luck? You straddle his waist, inching him into you margin by maddening margin. He's got no more clever quips for you, his curled claws clutching fistfuls of ruined bedsheets. The view from on high is a pleasant one. A few more motions, and you feel that sensation alighting in him once again; you're ready to join him. His whimpers go up an octave, the crackling filter in his voice thickening, distorting. For the second time, he climaxes inside of you, your own orgasm arriving in tandem. The both of you cry out, his subdued and sweet, yours unrestrained and carnal. You fold into him, his initial reaction wanting to pull away, but he grants you this favor, letting you find the crook in his neck in parallel. He speaks unfiltered, more as Alastor than as the Radio Demon.
"You know, it can be so hard to find willing assistants for these difficult times. Perhaps I could call on you again, my dear."
Maybe it should be you that owes Mimzy.
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Behind the Scenes (05/05)
Behind the Success
pairing: actor!aemond Ă fem!reader
summary: you and Aenar finally meet Aemond's family, closing one chapter of your life and starting a new one with Aemond in it.
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it's here!đ„ł
I've finally finished the chapter and I'm so excited for you guys to read this!
and how is it possible that another story is going to end soon? because if you didn't read my previous message, there will be an epilogue, so it's not yet the definitive goodbye for this little family we have createdđ€
also before reading I want to thank you for your support and please leave me your opinion, lately the comments have gone down and I wish to read youđđ»
oh I also want to make a small clarification before you reed:
in the second chapter it is mentioned how aemond at the end confessed everything to his family in a desperate attempt to find Y/N. but let's forget that heheđ€ let's pretend that aemond never told them so you can enjoy this chapter and the light drama you are about to read.
now read and enjoy, ily all!
warnings: slight angst, aemond's family melting our hearts when they meet aenar.
Aemond immerses himself in the world of acting with the same fierce dedication with which he confronts his characters on screen. Every move, every word, everything is carefully rehearsed and executed.
Each project is a challenge, an opportunity to explore new roles and demonstrate his versatility as an actor.
The hustle and bustle of the film set fills the air as he immerses himself in his role. The bright lights illuminate his face, conveying the intensity of his character as he delivers his lines with palpable emotion.
But when the bell rings, as well as the director's shout of "cut!" is heard, Aemond is Aemond again.
Behind all those shots, scenes, interviews and awards, no one knows that Aemond is a father, at least no one outside his close circle. He only confided the news to a few close co-workers, some production people and his older sister, Rhaenyra.
He managed to persuade some rumors after some people at first saw him entertaining Aenar in the nursery on the set, because even though there is nothing wrong with it and Aenar is his most precious treasure and a pride of his life, he knows it is better to protect him from the public eye.
And now that Aenar has his own nanny at home, sometimes even then the whispers would start to get too much and he would make sure that some member of the production crew, known for their ability to spread harmless gossip, would plant the idea that it was simply a close family friend of the child they had seen him with.
And in the midst of all his work and everything he has to do, Aemond finds the precious time to be with his son.
Aenar, a whirlwind of laughter and childlike energy, fills every space where the two are together with light. Games, stories and hugs become routine and Aemond cherishes every moment he can spend with him on his days off.
He even reduces his own working hours and focuses entirely on filming his scenes, also attending one or two interviews per month, in order to have more quality time with Aenar, who is more important than having to please the press at every moment.
And as he balances the intensity of the job with his responsibility as a father, Aemond fights for to rebuild the trust you once placed in him.
Every gesture, every conversation, was an effort to demonstrate that he is fully committed to getting things right this time. Every encounter with you, he demonstrates a quiet determination to making amends for past mistakes.
With carefully chosen words and acts of genuine support, he tries to show you that he understands the pain he had caused and is willing to go out of his way to regain your trust.
And you accept this, because you see how he makes an effort to open up more, to share his thoughts, his fears and his hopes. But above all, you see how he is making an effort with Aenar, which is the most important thing.
And you also see how parental responsibility has changed his perspective and maturity. But still, Aemond knows that rebuilding trust takes time and forgiveness is not something that can or should be rushed.
Even if you decide never to forgive him, he's okay with that and is getting the idea from now on that you only allow him to be close to you because of Aenar and only because of Aenar.
So in the meantime, you immerse yourself in your own workday.
The makeup and wardrobe trailer is a world of constant motion and productivity in any given area, though your mind is always on Aenar and also on Aemond.
And even though you both carry separate jobs at the same place during the day, you both manage to create a balance between your jobs and raising Aenar.
Evenings were for you and Aenar if Aemond didn't finish recording at the same time as your shift ends. And almost at dusk is when Aemond comes from work and devotes every minute of his free afternoon to Aenar.
Instead if you both finished your shifts at the same time, you both spent time together with Aenar.
However, the nights brought calm.
Once Aenar fell asleep and before Aemond retired, you and he find your own space to talk, share thoughts, talk about work or more importantly about Aenar. And today just happens to be one of those nights.
You finish cleaning the kitchen, while Aemond is sitting on one of the stools, with a cup of coffee in his hands, looking out the large windows to the back garden, thoughtful.
While he has in front of him the IPad with the image of the camera in Aenar's crib that records him sleeping, attentive and making sure he is well.
"I've been thinking a lot lately," he says, breaking the silence in a soft voice, catching your attention.
You watch him from the sink, setting a clean, dry dish in the drainer, then drying your hands with a clean cloth.
"About what?" you ask him softly, attentively.
And he takes a moment before answering, thinking very carefully about his words and what he means, not wanting you to misunderstand him in any way.
"On Aenar and... us."
He confesses and you lean on the other side of the island that separates you both in front of him, giving him your full attention.
"At first..." he starts to say, slightly flustered, "You didn't want me to hide him from the world and I-I... well, I obviously disagreed with you."
He says and bites the inside of his cheek, lowering his gaze, feeling embarrassed.
"But now... I think it's not fair to him that no one has any idea that I have a son. It's also not fair for anyone to know that you're the mother of my child."
His gaze again meets yours and a sense of understanding envelops both him and you.
"Now things have changed," Aemond continues, his tone laden with sincerity, "And I know that you and I are n-not together but... maybe... I can announce the news, only if you want me to."
Silence fills the kitchen in its entirety for a moment, as Aemond holds his breath at your possible response, honestly feeling terrified to expect a bad reaction from you.
But none of that crosses your mind, on the contrary, you just digest his words. But your silence is what causes a mixture of expectation and anxiety in Aemond, who holds his gaze with yours, nervous.
And finally, with a serene sigh, you go around the island that separates the two of you and approach him, placing one of your hands on his shoulder gently and in an attempt to comfort and reassure him, instantly feeling his whole figure tense, while he watches you with his big healthy wide eye and his prosthetic eye remains the same as always.
"Aemond," you begin to say in a soft voice as he watches you completely attentively, "I always wanted you to recognize Aenar publicly, that was what I wanted most at first. But now...
You pause for a moment, thinking about your meditated words, as you sink for a second into your own thoughts and what you really want to say, as Aemond watches you intently, waiting for you to continue.
"I understand your world more now," you continue, "And, honestly, I can't blame you for not agreeing with me back then, only in this," you make clear, "Recognize him legally would have been the right thing to do and... enough," you say holding back the sadness in your tone of voice.
But Aemond catches that break in your voice, a moment of your vulnerability that makes him feel a sharp, simmering ache in his chest, as if every word you utter drops a weight on his shoulders, with shame again invading him, but this time with a mixture of deep remorse and regret.
A barely audible sigh escapes his lips, lowering his gaze, ashamed, feeling the burden of his past choices and he wonders amidst the brief silence if he will ever be able to fully redeem with himself.
But he doesn't have much time to think about it, as you gently squeeze his shoulder to bring his attention back to you.
"And now I understand that the press and people's opinions can be very dangerous and destructive," you say softly, "And I don't want that for Aenar, at least I don't want to deal with that yet," you confess, "I want him to grow up a little more and we can both enjoy his early years without having to worry about it."
An expression of surprise and also longing crosses Aemond's face, still watching you intently, processing your words.
"Are you sure?"
You place a soft smile on your lips.
"Very," you assure, "I just want him to grow up in a calm and safe place, without falling fame on him nor all this attention being so young," you explain, "I have no problem with it, but also your opinion counts."
"No, I-I... I want the same for him too," he agrees with you, nodding, with all the pressure and anxiety he felt being replaced by a mixture of gratitude and relief.
And you nod back at him, smiling softly in his direction.
"But..." he says with a slight urgency in his gaze and concern in his tone, "I just want you to know that when the time comes, I won't do it for attention or to be relevant."
He says seriously, softly and honestly.
""I'll do it because I know it's something I have to do, for him and for you, as in the beginning maybe it should have been. But for now I just want us to enjoy these moments and, when the time is right, make that decision together."
The room fills with the honesty of his words and you can feel the sincerity in each of them, as a sense of calm envelops you both and you share a soft, complicit smile.
"Sure," you nod to him, feeling a warmth wrap itself all over your chest.
Your gaze moves away from his for a moment, focusing on the iPad screen where Aenar is shown sleeping, while Aemond can't help but focus on the features of your face with an intensity that can't go unnoticed by you.
Deep longing is reflected in his gaze, with a palpable mix of regret and sadness that is projected beyond mere facial expression. And he feel that weight on his body and chest again, a burden he can't help but feel.
His healthy eye glides over your face as if searching for answers in every line of expression and in his gaze, you can perceive the longing to repair the irremediable, the need to know how much he regrets the decisions of the past.
"Y/N-
He starts to want to say, his voice laden with regret, but you turn your gaze to him and stop him.
"Aemond, we have already talked about this."
"But I'm sorry... I really am," he insists, with pain in his gaze, "And I know an apology isn't going to fix it, I know that, neither is anything else but... I am really sorry and you don't know how much I hate myself for everything I put you through."
"No," you shake your head, "There's no need for you to keep apologizing," you tell him softly, "It won't do either of us any good to keep bringing up the mistakes of the past. Nor will it serve you to keep punishing yourself for what has already happened," you say as tactfully as you can.
His expression reflects a mixture of gratitude and frustration with yourself.
"Yes, I know, I understand," he murmurs, lowering his gaze, "It's just... I feel like I have to say it."
"Aemond, what matters now is this, how we move forward from here now that we've both learned and grown. Aenar too," you add, "And that's all that matters."
He nods slowly in your direction, his gaze showing a mixture of appreciation and relief, even with the remorse within him, as you both then sink into a moment of silence, letting the unspoken words echo in the air, but you both know those words, they just don't need to be said.
The relationship dynamic between you and Aemond since then takes a new path, a less tense, more bearable path of total trust. And this is not lost when the two of you are together in Aenar's presence.
Until one day, on your day off precisely, Aemond after work, comes to you telling you some unexpected news.
"I told them."
You turn fully towards him, giving him your full attention, understanding but at the same time not what he really means.
The living room starts to feel tense, while Aenar completely oblivious to it continues to play on the floor with his toys, but you focus on his gaze, where there is a charge of confession in his eye and you notice his whole body in a position of determination but also nervousness.
"Come, sit down," you tell him in a soft voice, pointing to the couch, while at the same time getting up from the floor to take a seat next to him.
And he almost with a defeated expression and posture, does as you say, letting out a sigh.
"What happened?" you ask, watching him intently.
He inhales deeply, looking at Aenar on the floor, who is the only one who can make him feel a little calmer, as well as your presence next to him.
"I told them about everything that happened," he confesses to you, "Our relationship, your pregnancy, my team, the decision I made in the beginning, everything I caused and how much I hurt you," he says as he feels his heart knot, "Everything. Everything that happened from then until now... and Aenar."
His words leave a weight in the air, as you anticipate how bad and difficult that conversation must have gone with his family to see him this way, so serious and tense.
"And how did they react?"
Aemond closes his eye, lowering his gaze, his posture reflecting the emotional baggage he carries with him and how bad it definitely went with it.
"Just as I expected. Obviously they were disappointed in me."
He says without much emotion, but with slight pain in his tone
"My grandfather couldn't believe it and was shouting how come I kept all that from them. Hel was very shocked, Aegon and Daeron too. And mother said a few hurtful things, started crying and telling me how I could keep these things from her," he exhales deeply, "Rhaenyra and Daemon were the ones who helped me calm things down a bit, but still my grandfather and mother were upset with her for knowing and not saying anything."
The tension of what happened feels palpable, as if he is reliving his family's every reaction, with the heaviness of disappointment and pain reflected in his expression, as you beside hom, share the weight of that difficult moment.
You are both silent for a moment, only hearing the sounds of Aenar playing with his toys.
"I'm sorry," you whisper in his direction, placing your hand on top of his, as if trying to somehow ease the pain he feels, "It must have been very difficult for you."
"No, Y/N," he observes you instantly, speaking to you in a soft tone, "You don't have to apologize. I deserved this and I'm not saying it to cause pity or play the victim," he adds with earnest sincerity, "I'm saying it because it's true. This is the least I deserve after everything you had to go through because of me."
You decide not to say anything at this, just offer him your silent support, while he again seems lost in his own thoughts for a few long seconds, where neither of you say anything.
When suddenly, Aenar emits an infectious giggle, instantly attracting both of your attention.
His small hands hold a toy with enthusiasm, his smile and the tenderness he conveys bringing brightness to the living room and the state Aemond is in, who smiles softly at the scene, watching him with complete adoration.
He sighs and rises from the couch, moving towards him, holding him gently, needing the sensation at that moment of holding him in his arms.
Aenar squeals with excitement and joy, placing his small arms on his chest, moving energetically in his arms, smiling big at him with his blue eyes completely filled with a glow.
The scene makes you smile softly, especially when Aemond also takes one of his toys and begins to play with it in his arms as he starts to walk slowly around the living room, talking to it in a honeyed tone and causing Aenar to babble incomprehensible words but full of happiness in his tone.
And when Aenar entertains himself with his father's silver hair, Aemond speaks again, turning to you to observe you.
"Despite everything, they want to meet him," he says, watching Aenar in his arms, "And they also want to meet you, my mother more than anyone else."
And this also completely grabs your attention.
"Really?"
"Hmm," he nods, "But I didn't tell them yes or no," he lets you know, "I wanted to consult it with you first."
"But is this good or not?" you ask, looking to find positivity in the situation, "Or do you think they shouldn't know him yet?"
"Of course they should," he tells you softly, "I owe this to them, also to you. But as I tell you, I didn't know how you would react if I told you they would meet him soon, I wanted to check with you first."
You place a reassuring smile in his direction.
"Aemond, for me it's perfect for Aenar to meet his grandmother, his uncles and aunts. It's a great opportunity and will definitely be good for him," you assure him.
"Yes, it is," he nods, unconsciously beginning to imagine the moment, "They can come or we can go to them, whichever you decide."
"Either way is fine with me," you shrug, "When might that be?"
Aemond thinks for a moment before answering.
"We could arrange it next weekend. Sounds good?"
You nod with a reassuring little smile.
"Sounds good."
The TargaryenâHightower family decides to come to you.
When Aemond gives you the news, even though at first you were totally fine and had no problem with it, inevitably knowing it instantly makes you nervous.
You've never met his family before, not even when you and Aemond were a couple for obvious reasons. And even though his family isn't involved within the entertainment and film industry, you've still heard enough about them to feel slightly intimidated.
About Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen more than anyone.
The uncertainty of how they will perceive you, especially after disappearing from Aemond's life without warning and also how they will treat you, that's what worries you the most.
But the fact that they will be coming to your house relieves you a little. Fortunately you won't be interacting with them in unfamiliar terrain and you're sure that the presence of Aenar, his toys and Aemond will go a long way to reassuring you.
"Do you need help?"
Aemond appears behind you, while you find yourself cleaning everything you can from your living room and Aenar, as usual, is sitting on the carpet with all his toys around him.
"I'm just cleaning up in here, then I'll go clean the kitchen."
"Don't worry, me and this little handsome will clean the kitchen."
He walks over to Aenar and takes him in his arms, who is already dressed in an outfit too cute for the occasion and smells like baby soap from the previous bath you gave him, ready to meet his family.
Aemond goes with him to the kitchen, sitting him in his perch, keeping an eye on him while at the same time starting to clean up.
You start moving some of Aenar's toys, organizing his play area a bit, to create a more orderly and cozy space in the living. You also mop the floor and arrange cushions.
Aemond washes a few dirty dishes and cleans all the shelves, also mops and spreads your favorite Lavender scent, which besides smelling amazing, calms your nerves.
You also ask him to help you tidy up the dining room while you clean the bathroom, wanting everything to look clean and spotless, while Aemond takes Aenar in his arms again to let him play in his play area and he watches him closely from that new distance.
"Maybe I should have cooked something?"
You walk over to him, slightly concerned.
"What? No," he turns to you, instantly, "Y/N, they're coming to meet Aenar, not to eat."
"I know, but..." you explain, nervously, "I thought maybe it would be a good idea to have something prepared, out of courtesy and.... I don't know. Won't it be rude of me if I don't have anything to offer them?"
"Of course not, you don't have to," he clarifies, more serious but with a soft tone, "If you want to have something prepared, let it be some drinks, nothing more."
Still you watch him hesitantly and worriedly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, very sure," he assures you, "In fact I'll prepare them. You rest and take care of Aenar. I'll finish cleaning up everything else."
"No, I-I-
"Rest," he repeats, interrupting you, placing a hand on your cheek gently, "I know this may be overwhelming, but they will come to meet Aenar and you too. And you don't have to put too much pressure on yourself. Everything will be fine."
Her warmth and understanding manage to comfort you a little, making you stop feeling so tense little by little.
"Now rest, okay?" he says softly to then walk past you and head towards the kitchen, not taking any argument back.
It's clear that he wants to lighten your load and make sure you feel comfortable about all this that's about to happen, with his actions conveying reassurance.
And finally after a while, you are ready and waiting in the living room with Aenar, playing with him, while Aemond is sitting on the single sofa and who a few minutes ago let you know that his family is on their way.
And after a few more long minutes, Aemond now lets you know that his family has already passed through the security gate that leads into the private neighborhood.
Knowing that fills you with nerves again, but Aenar's babbling as he hands you his currently favorite toys distracts you a bit.
"Are you okay?"
Aemond asks you from where he sits, watching you intently and noticing the tension all over your face and body, while you try to look completely calm and relaxed.
"Yeah, yeah, just... a little nervous," you say trying to place a genuine smile on your face as you distract yourself by touching Aenar's toys, "Who exactly is coming? Other than your mother and siblings," you can't help but ask.
"My grandfather."
You watch him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you more, but he doesn't.
"And that's everyone?"
"Well, Rhaenyra said my nephews wanted to come too, my uncle Daemon with his daughters too but I asked them to wait a little longer," he explains to you slightly concerned, "I didn't want you to feel nervous and overwhelmed if my whole family invaded your house. And Aenar sure would have felt scared too."
You bite the inside of your cheek and he rises from the couch to walk over to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry, okay? It's going to be fine. They're excited to meet you and Aenar."
You release a long breath through your nose, placing one of your hands on top of his, feeling your shoulders especially start to feel less tense.
"Yes... thank you," you tell him with gratitude in your gaze, appreciating his support.
And then the doorbell rings.
Aemond gives you one last reassuring glance, assuring you that everything will be fine, then turns and heads for the door to greet them, as you rise from the couch and take Aenar in your arms.
The tension in your shoulders gradually dissolves as you hold your baby in your arms, replaced by a sense of calm, as you watch the front door intently and finish mentally preparing yourself.
Aemond opens the door gently with a warm smile on his lips and the first to enter is his mother, Alicent Hightower, in a beautiful, elegant green dress, followed by who you assume is Otto Hightower, his grandfather.
His mother wraps her arms around him and leaves a loving kiss on his cheek which Aemond reciprocates, as he also greets his grandfather, who watches the entire interior of the house with an inspecting gaze.
Behind Otto enters Rhaenyra, who embraces Aemond.
"Thank you for coming," Aemond says to her, leaving a kiss on her cheek.
"Of course," she smiles at him, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek as well before pulling away from him.
"You guys too, thank you," she says to Aegon and the rest of her brothers, "Come on in."
Both brothers, Aegon and Daeron, embrace him, speaking words of assurance, leaving Helaena at last, who throws herself into his arms with obvious emotion, smiling with joy and longing, as Aemond leaves a kiss in her hair.
Then Aemond closes the door and before heading towards you, who are still standing very still near the couch with Aenar in his arms, his whole family finally notices you and especially the child in your arms.
"Thank you for coming, all of you," Aemond repeats as he turns to you, "Let me introduce you to Y/N," he points to you, "She works on the same recording set I am currently working on as well."
You put on the best friendly and kind smile possible, as Aemond takes Aenar in his arms so that you can meet his family. And the first to address you is Alicent, with her stunning elegance and a soft smile on a warm face.
"Nice to finally meet you, my dear. My son has spoken so much about you."
The tension almost completely leaves your body, feeling grateful and relieved by the welcoming tone of her voice, evaporating your fear about how everyone, especially her, would treat you.
"The pleasure is mine. I'm happy you're here."
You reach out your hand to her and, pleased, she takes it. But she takes you by surprise when she pulls you closer to her and wraps you in a gentle embrace, definitely not expecting that.
You freeze for a moment, then, a little hesitantly, return her embrace, grateful for the affectionate welcome. And when you both part, she has a smile that denotes sincerity and cordiality, then points you to Aemond's grandfather behind her.
"This is my father, Otto," Alicent introduces you as he watches you with an appraising expression, "He has also heard much about you and was very pleased to come here."
And though his look is somewhat... intimidating, you don't let that invade your nerves.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hightower," you tell him in a soft, polite voice, extending your hand to shake with his as well.
"The pleasure is mine, Y/N," he replies in a low, polite voice, shaking your hand briefly.
"And this is Rhaenyra," Alicent points you to the woman who is just as refined as she is and shares Aemond's same characteristic of silver hair, as do the rest of his siblings.
She smiles towards you and gracefully approaches, then embraces you in greeting mode, as does Alicent.
"It's nice to finally meet you," she tells you cheerfully, "Aemond told me so much about you and of course your little one," she tells you as she gives Aenar a loving look.
"The pleasure is all mine. Aemond also spoke a lot about you and was very excited to meet you," you tell her, as she holds your hands in a gentle grip.
"Well here we are," she tells you without wiping away her smile, then looks behind her, turning her attention to the rest of Aemond's siblings, "Oh and they are my siblings," she gestures you towards Aegon, Daeron and Helaena, who have friendly glances in your direction.
Aegon steps forward first, extending his hand.
"I am Aegon. I hope you're not feeling overwhelmed with so many silverheads invading your home."
"No, no, not at all," you laugh softly, taking his hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Aegon."
Daeron is next, greeting you with a friendly smile.
"Hello, nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Daeron. Aemond told us a lot about you and Aenar."
"Pleasure to meet you, Daeron," you say, noting the sincere camaraderie emanating from both brothers.
And finally, Helaena gives a few towards you, with an expression of pure excitement on her face and hugs you effusively.
"At last we meet!" she exclaims happily, "I was so excited to see you."
"Oh," you respond to her hug also a little surprised and with gratitude, "It's nice to meet you. Aemond has also told me a lot about you.".
"Good things, I hope," she says with a smile, pulling away from you.
And gosh, you can just see how much her sisters and brothers resemble Aemond. Their beauties are otherworldly and even Alicent is truly beautiful, as much as Rhaenyra is.
"And this..." begins to announce Aemond with Aenar in his arms and a radiant smile lighting up his face as he approaches the center of the living room, where his entire family watches him intently, "This is our son, Aenar," he says with pride in his voice, finally introducing his son.
Everyone's gaze focuses on the baby in Aemond's arms, who oblivious to the situation, watches them back with his huge bright blue eyes curious and expectant, while you place a small smile, anticipating the magical meeting of your little one with the rest of his family.
Helaena, visibly moved, can't hold back tears and tries to calm herself, with happiness, longing and nostalgia in her eyes. Aegon smiles with pride and Rhaenyra with adoration.
And meanwhile, Daeron, Otto and Alicent barely finish processing the reality of having Aenar in front of them.
Until Alicent steps forward gently, his eyes and gaze shining with curiosity, slight surprise, longing and adoration as he watches the little one, his newly presented grandson.
"Is that my grandson?" she murmurs in disbelief with tears beginning to form in her eyes and a hand on her chest.
Aemond, with a warm smile, nods at the question.
"Yes, Mom," he gently observes her and seeing her condition, looks at her with complete understanding, "Do you want to hold him?" he offers, carefully extending Aenar to her, sharing in the joy of her holding her grandson.
Alicent, tears streaming down her cheeks and visibly moved, nods in a touched nod with her gaze reflecting all her emotions, joy and awe.
She takes another step forward and reaches out her arms, where Aemond carefully places Aenar in her arms, who now watches him adoringly and with a mixture of happiness and emotion reflected in her gaze.
Alicent can't help but let out a couple more tears as Aenar babbles and watches her with great wonder, moving his small hands to her brown hair, starting to play with her curls, making her laugh softly in the midst of her tears and all the emotions she feels.
Aemond watches his mother tenderly as she enjoys her first encounter with her grandson, while you can't help but feel moved as well and wipe away a few tears that have escaped your eyes, watching the moment with emotion and nostalgia.
"My little Aenar," Alicent whispers, tenderly kissing his forehead, cradling him in her arms.
Aemond, still smiling and holding back his tears, diverts his gaze to you and you watch him back, where you both share a small smile and a silent complicity, both feeling the same way and recognizing the happiness this moment has brought to your lives.
And then Helaena approaches together with Daeron towards her mother, to watch Aenar and share the joy of the moment.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" comments Helaena, smiling, as Daeron watches him with a small smile of adoration and strokes his silver hair tenderly.
"Absolutely beautiful," whispers Alicent, her eyes shining with tenderness, not taking her eyes off him for a second.
"He's lovely," Rhaenyra comments with her soft little smile.
And then Alicent lifts his gaze to Aemond.
"And he looks exactly like you, darling," she tells him tenderly, recognizing the familiar features on Aenar's face and creating a moment full of emotion and family connection.
Aemond, touched and grateful, smiles at his mother's words.
"I think he has a little bit of both," Aemond replies, sharing a proud look with you.
Aenar physically by hair and eyes resembles Aemond, but some features of his face he definitely inherited from you and you can't help but smile in his direction.
And then, within the next few minutes, the whole family continues to make affectionate moments with Aenar. Helaena being the most excited is the one who now holds Aenar tenderly in her arms, leaving a couple of loving kisses on her cheek, while Rhaenyra approaches her to observe Aenar with a motherly gaze.
The imposing figure of Otto Hightower stands watching with satisfaction the scene unfolding in front of him, especially as he sees the happiness and excitement of Alicent and his grandchildren.
He doesn't say much, but his presence exudes a sense of quiet approval and though he doesn't show it, he honestly feels proud of Aemond, this reunion of his family and the arrival of a new member to it.
As Aegon approaches towards Aemond with a friendly, warm smile, placing a hand on his shoulder where he shares his gesture of brotherhood and pride.
"Congratulations, brother," he tells him sincerely, "He is beautiful and a mini version of you."
Aemond nods gratefully, the smile on his lips and places one of his hands on top of his.
"Thank you, brother. I appreciate it."
Now it is Daeron who takes Aenar in his arms and carries him to his play area, followed by Helaena, Rhaenyra, Alicent and you.
Helaena also takes a seat on the carpet with Alicent and the three of them start playing with him, who shows his enthusiasm and fills the living room with his giggles, melting the hearts of everyone present.
The atmosphere definitely becomes livelier and warmer, transforming into a special moment for everyone, where both you and Aenar feel completely comfortable and happy.
And as a few long minutes pass, Aemond watches all the interaction, happy and completely pleased, seeing how you converse with Rhaenyra and the rest of his family is totally entertained by Aenar.
Even his mother asks to have her picture taken with him and slowly begins to fill a new photo album of her grandson on her phone reel, completely enchanted with him.
Such a sight and such a moment couldn't make him happier, being a moment he needed so much and couldn't be more proud of. And how could he not?
His watching his son integrate into his family. And you are definitely getting along great with all of them.
Aegon stands by his side, sharing the gesture of complicity as they watch Helaena and Daeron make sounds with Aenar's toys that make him laugh and squeal with happiness.
Absolutely beautiful.
"So..." Aegon begins to say beside him, catching his attention, "You're going to show him to the world?"
He watches him intently, as Aemond holds his gaze for a second to look back at Aenar with an affectionate gaze, smiling softly.
"That's what Y/N would have wanted at first, when she got pregnant," he says softly, remembering those painful moments, "But no, at least not yet," he replies, turning his gaze back to his brother, "We talk and want to give him a normal childhood as much as possible."
Aegon nods with understanding, listening to him with full attention, then lets out a sigh, watching Aenar.
"The world is going to go mad when they find out, little brother," he says with an amused smile.
"I don't care," he says with a shrug, "All I care about is him."
Aegon smiles warmly again, acknowledging Aemond's priority as a father and he couldn't be prouder of him. He may be the older brother but Aemond...he's the one who matured first, always cleaning up his shit and making sure everyone was okay.
And even though when Aemond told them about this, about you and Aenar, it turned out to be a complete disaster, Aegon is glad that right now his family is responding in this way, loving you and Aenar.
"And what happened to Criston?"
He decides to ask you, curious and attentive, as Aemond takes a moment and exhales deeply, he too being a person who brings back horrible memories of the past.
"I fired him," he replies with a disinterested wave of his hand, "And his entire team too," he adds, "That's what I should have done in the beginning with him."
"And he threatened you?"
Aemond lets out an amused smile, remembering those days as well.
"Yes but I hired a lawyer and they made him sign a confidentiality sheet," he explains, "He couldn't do anything against that."
Aegon nods, pleased to hear those words, as you both turn your gaze back to the family, where Aenar's laughter still echoes throughout the living room, Aemond smiling lovingly as he watches his mother assail him with soft kisses.
Your soft laughter catches your attention as well, watching you with almost the same adoration and love as he watches Aenar, watching you converse with Rhaenyra where you both let out soft giggles at whatever it is you are talking about.
And he can't help but watch you extra longingly, wistfully, happily and longingly, loving to see the smile on your lips and the look of joy you have, his perfect and beautiful Y/N.
He honestly doesn't know what would have become of him if he had never seen you again. He'll probably still be sunk in his misery, regretful and trapped. But with each passing day he thanks the Gods for this, again and again, this second chance.
And Aegon doesn't take this unnoticed, the way his brother is looking at you.
"You really fucked things up with her, didn't you?"
His words break the spell he was under and he bites his lips, averting his gaze from you, beginning to feel ashamed and also with that guilt simmering in his chest.
"Yeah," he replies in a low murmur.
"You still love her."
Aegon tells him watching him intently with a complicity and understanding, not asking any questions, as he is making a statement, affirming it.
And Aemond again speaks the truth, neither denying it nor hiding it.
"Never stop doing so."
Aegon lets out a long breath, honestly feeling bad for him, to place his hand on his shoulder again.
"Brother, we all make mistakes," he tells him softly, "People fuck up and fuck up badly. I'm sure you get that from a person like me," he points to himself, still speaking in a serious tone, "And the important thing is to learn from them and move on. And I'm sure she's seen that in you."
"No, Aegon," he says softly, shaking his head, "What happened between us was different and... unforgivable," he says with the slight pain in his tone, "This is all happening only for Aenar and his well-being."
"So you don't plan to do anything about it?"
"I don't know," he says regretfully, letting out a sigh, "Things are complicated. And with everything that happened surely Y/N doesn't feel that way about me anymore. Besides what really matters is Aenar and I want to be a good father to him."
"I understand that, brother. But maybe all is not lost and all you need to do is try," he tells him in an encouraging tone, "Life is unpredictable, you know? And who knows... maybe Y/N still has feelings for you."
Aemond grimaces.
"I don't know, bro. I don't think so."
Aegon decides to say no more, just nods, for after all, he understands the complexity of his situation. And inevitably, though he shouldn't, with the words he has spoken to him, Aemond feels a small glimmer of hope.
Meanwhile the inside of your house continues to fill with laughter and conversation as everyone enjoys family time. And in the middle of it all, Alicent notices you going to the kitchen for a moment, this catching her attention and being the opportunity to talk to you.
So, giving her attention away from her grandson since she arrived, without saying anything to anyone, she discreetly follows you into the kitchen.
As she passes through the frame, she sees you arranging the drinks that Aemond prepared for them on a tray, wanting to offer them. But when Alicent's figure entering the kitchen catches your attention, you immediately turn to her.
"I don't intend to take up too much of your time, my dear," Alicent hastens to speak with a small smile on her lips.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," you nod immediately, "Do you need something?"
"I just want to talk to you," she answers you softly, "And it's nothing bad, I just... want to thank you for welcoming us into your home," she says, showing the sincerity in her look and tone, "I honestly haven't felt this happy in my life in a long time. And meeting Aenar has definitely made me very happy," she pauses a little, "Thank you."
"No, no, you don't have to thank me," you reply, with a soft look, "It's a pleasure to have all of you here. And you have made Aenar very happy too."
"No, I really do thank you," she insists with a soft tone, "Your home is beautiful and definitely an excellent place for Aenar to grow up."
"Oh, thank you," you smile kindly at her, "Actually this house was bought by Aemond. He must have told them or at least you, I suppose."
"Yes, he did," she nods, "He also told us how much you refused at first but I understand you. It must have been a very meaningful but very overwhelming gesture for you."
You nod with understanding, biting your lips.
"Yes," you murmur, "Yes it was. But I only accepted for Aenar," you hasten to clarify, "I didn't do it for my own convenience, whether for money or fame. I accepted for Aenar, so that he could have his father in his life and together give him the best."
"Yes, sweetheart," she advances towards you and takes your hands between her gently, "I know," she assures you, "You don't have to explain anything, everything is more than understandable."
You let out a long breath.
"Thank you," you tell her sincerely.
"It's okay," she smiles softly at you, "And listen, I-I... I really don't want to make you uncomfortable nor do I want to make you feel bad, in fact Aemond asked me not to talk to you about this but..." she looks at you with some tenderness and longing, "I just want to tell you how very brave you are, Y/N."
You shudder at the sweetness of her unexpected words, feeling a warmth run through your chest as a mixture of gratitude and longing flashes across your face, suddenly feeling completely vulnerable.
"I didn't blame you for deciding to run away, no one judges you for it."
She lets you know by telling you in a soft voice and as tactfully as possible.
"As much as I would have loved to have met you sooner, Aemond's decisions were terrible and I can't imagine everything you had to go through on your own," she says with slight shock and sadness, holding your hand tighter, "Your pregnancy, living in a new unfamiliar place and trying to make it on your own."
You bite your lips, feeling a sharp pain in your chest and tears begin to form in your eyes, but you gather your strength and try not to let them fall despite the memories of painful moments.
Her words resonate with genuine understanding and her warm touch brings you a comfort you didn't expect but definitely needed.
"Yes," you whisper, feeling the lump in your throat, "It was very scary and very difficult," you confess, "But Aenar made every sacrifice worth it."
"Of course," she murmurs, with a sympathetic look.
"Oh and... it must have been hard for you too," you say, remembering, "In those days seeing Aemond so sad and desperate must have worried you a lot. It even almost put in danger his career and you had no idea about me and what had happened."
"Yes, that was very scary too," she nods with a sad smile, "We didn't know what had happened, he pushed everyone away, even Helaena and... I couldn't stand to see him like that, but he wouldn't accept our help either," she explains, "But now, just like me, I've never seen Aemond so happy in his life."
Her tone is genuine and you hold her gaze with appreciation and understanding, feeling completely grateful for this pleasant acceptance and welcome by Aemond's family.
And in that moment you can feel, as Alicent does, how your connection grows stronger in your shared understanding of past challenges and new hope.
"You are a strong woman, Y/N. And I also want you to know that regardless of the circumstances between you and Aemond, I want you to know that you are part of our family now and we are here to support you."
You feel a happiness and relief course through your body, grateful for her words and her total understanding, as you nod in her direction.
"Thank you, Alicent."
And Alicent unable to contain herself, wraps you in a hug full of tenderness that you reciprocate, with the atmosphere filling with a sense of mutual acceptance and support.
And from there, the rest of the afternoon is spent sharing laughter and creating special memories.
Aegon plays with Aenar while Daeron and Helaena join in the fun, making your little one laugh with every quip and funny face that Aegon especially makes.
Alicent and Rhaenyra also join in, creating a connection with Aenar and showing him affection, while Aemond and you watch it all sitting together on the couch, each with a smile on your lips.
Until the visit comes to an end and the family says goodbye with expressions of gratitude and affection. Helaena is the one who insists on exchanging numbers to stay in touch, while she along with Alicent and Aegon promise to visit again soon.
It's a bit hard for Alicent to want to let go of Aenar, but eventually she does and then Aemond and you finish picking up and sorting all of Aenar's scattered toys.
Until it's also time for Aemond to leave.
"Thank you for this day. It was amazing and better than I could have hoped for. Even mom loves you more than she ever loved me."
You smile in his direction sincerely, laughing softly.
"It was nothing, Aemond. It was all very nice. Your family was very kind and Aenar had a great time."
"Yes," he murmurs as he watches his little boy adoringly and then turns his gaze back to you, "Still, thank you... for everything."
You see the intent in his gaze, also in his body, the way he fights it, catching your attention and being a bit amused at it, then moving towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him.
Surprised and definitely not expecting that, Aemond doesn't take long to reciprocate your embrace, a little hesitantly at first but he does, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you close against him.
A sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eye, feeling that warmth in his body and that almost happiness at the sensation of having you close again.
He had missed it.
The embrace conveys a mutual support and understanding, also a kind of affection that Aemond can't quite decipher.
But honestly at that moment he doesn't mind and allows himself to enjoy and seize every moment of this feeling, knowing that he may not be able to have you again soon in this way, before you both part and he drives to his apartment.
Regular visits from the Aemond family to your home become a pleasant daily moment. Each encounter brings laughter, love and a sense of family unity.
Aenar, with his contagious laughter, becomes the center of attention, further strengthening family bonds.
The bond between Aenar and his relatives grows stronger over time, so his extended family becomes fully involved in his growth and development. Laughter and play fill the halls of your home, creating precious memories.
Eventually you also meet the rest of Aemond's family as well as Aenar, like Daemon Targaryen, who is definitely a bit more intimidating than Otto Hightower. But once Daemon feels confident, he's the coolest guy.
You also meet Aemond's cousins, the twins Baela and Rhaena, Daemon's daughters, who are extremely kind and sweet to you.
And you also meet Rhaenyra's sons, Jace, Luke and Joffrey, where eventually she also introduces you to her youngest children, Aegon and Viserys.
Your relationship with each member of the Targaryen-Hightower family develop into genuine friendships. Helaena, Rhaenyra and Alicent become confidants and allies to Aenar's shared upbringing.
The complicity between the women in the family is supportive and builds a safe and loving environment for Aenar and the rest of the children.
Until, on occasion, you decide to take Aenar to the majestic Targaryen-Hightower mansion. The incredible residence becomes a second home for him, who explores every corner with curiosity and becomes familiar with the new walls.
Aegon, as the older brother he is, becomes his second protective figure. Together they share adventures through the mansion's extensive gardens and enjoy playing with Legos blocks or his plastic carts.
With Helaena, she connects with Aenar through her charm and utterly beautiful aura, always playing with him, carrying him in her arms and telling him fantasy stories with gestures and figures.
And with Daeron, Aenar loves it when he watches his favorite cartoons with him. Also eventually Aenar becomes his weakness, as he always fills him with more toys and always thinks of him to give him everything that makes him happy, even food.
And when Aenar cries, Daeron is the first of the siblings to come to him, slightly concerned and immediately wanting to make him feel good.
Meanwhile, your relationship with Aemond, while not resuming the romance of the past, transforms into a serene, enjoyable and respectful one. Aenar's upbringing becomes the main point of building his future and lacking nothing.
Although memories of the painful past persist, both have learned to cope and accept it, in order to move forward.
And eventually, in a significant moment and one that lasted hours of conversation between Aemond and you, also one that was an arduous process of documentation and much waiting, a culmination of a stage of your life is realized that further solidifies the unique connection between Aenar, Aemond and you.
A recognition that brings with it a clear message of commitment and love for the future of your family. The significant moment when Aemond asks for your permission to legally recognize his child and you allow him to do so.
It was not something you had to think about too much, as Aemond has shown you so much and the emotion in his eyes through his tears when you said yes, only further confirmed the fact that you were not making a wrong decision.
And everyone in the family celebrates when Aemond's last name is added to your son's name and he is finally named Aenar Targaryen.
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