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Iâve been seeing a lot of andweasoâs Agent Red in my YouTube Shorts and I really have to start writing for my other projects
So I present to you:
YANDERE SPY AGENCY! OCS x READER : SHORT INTRODUCTION
from my set of ocs planned for a webtoon called Honey Fatalis (which you can read more about in the tag #HONEY FATALIS đȘ)
YOU ARE THE HIVEMIND. Quite literally the ruler of information and data across the planet. You had dirt on anyone and everyone. You had the power to start and end wars in an instant.
You, are also an actor. Why take such a high profile job when you had such a volatile career behind the scenes? Well that was simple, no one will ever find out. No one ever could anyways. Besides, as an actor, learning multiple skills such as the use of guns, martial arts, and well acting would seem much less suspicious.
You were known for your cold, distant personality. Often inciting scandals due to other celebrities vying for your attention and promptly throwing a temper tantrum when you refused to do so. You have garnered so much hate and danger that your manager went ahead and hired a couple of bodyguards to prevent any mishaps.
That being said, your bodyguards happen to be the worldâs two most dangerous spies.
Spy Agencies loved to pluck their workers from orphanages. It was easier to deal with a person that had no attachments after all. But they could not predict that their geniuses Agent White and Agent Black , would be such big fans of you.
Indeed. Both of them had watched every single media you have been (released to the public or not), and monitored you 24/7. They were quite a nuisance when it came to hiding your identity, but nonetheless useful tools.
You agreed to their hiring precisely due to the things listed above. If they were distracted by you in real life, theyâd have less time to stalk you like the obsessive bastards they were.
You didnât have to do much. Both spies were charismatic people. They often approached you. Eyes filled with admiration and lust as they shielded your body with theirs from paparazzi and the likes. You could hear their labored breaths as they struggled â daresay agonized â to hold you properly instead of this awkward dance they had to do for the sake of formalities.
Of course all things must come to end, and your identity had been forced into the surface by a hitman paid to take your life.
âOh, Hivemind. If youâd only known how much I have wished to ravish youââ
But perhaps they were more interested in taking you in other ways instead.
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prompts 5, 36, and 38 for the spy please?
(sorry if i alr sent this lmao)
Idk what prompt set you mean so I did mine. Thank you @okchijt as always for helping me :) They've done this plot awhile ago but I never got to it until now. Me and them both struggled on a plot with what we were given so I'm sorry if you don't like it :(
Yandere! Spy Prompts 5, 36, 38
"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!"
"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."
"My life has been so barren without you...."
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possible OOC Spy, Manipulation, Threats, Death, Mentions of "Respawn Machines", Jealousy, Touchy behavior, Different from my usual fics, Blackmail, You can imagine darling is part of a different team than RED and BLU if you want, Forced relationship.
Your grip on the gun shook as you pointed it towards the enemy Spy. Your teammates were gone, held hostage by a sabotaged respawn machine. It was just you... and the Spy in front of you.
"I suggest you listen, dear." Spy warns, looking at you with a smug expression. "I can easily have your team gotten rid of permanently unless you listen. Those respawn machines are important, we both know that... and they're offline."
"You're lying...." You seethe, gun still aimed for the Spy in front of you.
"Am I?" Spy grins, cigarette in hand. "Would you really want to take the risk and doom your team? I thought you cared for them... unfortunately." Spy grimaces, watching you as you take in his words.
Spy only approaches when he sees you freeze and lower you're weapon. He circles you with a predatory grin as he plucks the weapon from your hand. You watch as he tosses it, settling behind you with his hands on your hips.
"Aren't you tired of fighting?" Spy whispers, leaning into you. "I could easily put an end to all of this unless you comply. You see... I have so much info against you and your team. Hate to have it all leaked, no?"
Spy's smile never falters when he sees your breath hitch. He has you exactly where he wants you. He's been waiting for this moment. He has been pretending to play the part of your team member... only to reveal himself as a traitor.
This was his job, after all... gain information and take out those who resist.
"You know what I'm talking about, dear. It's against the rules to have romantic relations with a team member, is it not? I could tell the higher ups about everything... you wouldn't want that."
Spy chuckles when you freeze, knowing he means the conversations you've been having with your "coworker"... aka Spy. The real coworker you adores was dead and gone. Spy made sure not even a respawn machine could help them.
"You trying to blackmail me?" You answer, squirming when Spy pulls you closer. "Manipulate me into doing... what exactly?"
"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!" Spy hums. "But with me, you don't have to hold your feelings back anymore. I adored our little chats. We can still make this work... I can even bring back that team of yours if you just give yourself to me, my beloved. Our little secret...."
"Don't mock me!" You yell, breaking out of his grip. You try to pull out your secondary but the Spy is faster due to years of experience. He plucks the weapon out of your hand before tossing it again. You then feel him hold you still, a frown on his face.
"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to." Spy sighs, sound hurt. The sudden change surprises you. What scares you about Spy... is the fact you can't read him. Spy chuckles, seeing the gears turning in your eyes.
"We'll be seeing each other a lot more often, won't we?" Spy smiles. "After all... you want this little secret of yours to stay quiet no doubt. In fact... once those respawn machines are up and running again, I'm sure you'll be seeing me tonight, love."
He traces his gloves fingers across your jawline, smiling with half lidded eyes.
"I plan to make you mine tonight, dear... better wear something nice." Spy whispers. "I want you to act like you're mine, after all, I'm turning these machines back on because I love you. Don't forget that."
Spy then lets you go, stepping away as he watches you stare him down. You're terrified, frustrated, but unable to do anything as of now. You're vulnerable and he adores it.
"My life has been so barren without you...." Spy announces with a wave. "I'll never let you leave me now."
With that, he activates his watch and disappears from sight...
Leaving you alone with the consequences of your actions.
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(5eraphim) ok so- your choice of characters and how many, but who do you think would be the scariest when their jealous?
RATTI! I have actually wondered the exact thing. Iâm assuming you meant yanderes so Iâm actually really excited for this.
TW: Jealousy, Guns, breif mentions tourture, blackmail.
Itâs in alphabetical order, Iâll specify ranks after entry. (MLA has screwed me up.) Sorry if it wasnât too long, feel free to ask me to expand if youâd like!
Demoman: Tavish only really gets sassy when heâs jealous. Heâs more likely to give his S/O the quiet treatment when jealous. If someone were trying to make him jealous however heâd use a well placed mine to get the message across. Itâs nothing scary at all unless you donât like being ignored. 3/10
Engineer: Engie is the guy who seethes in quiet. He doesnât let a single person know his next move, much less what heâs thinking or feeling. Heâs more than willing to put a peaceful resolve on an issue if he can but he doesnât shake grudges. He gathers information, and could decimate a manâs entire image in one strategic move. Itâs safe to say that Engie is rational and wonât jump to conclusions, but it he suspects you to be trying to make him jealous heâs terrifying. 8/10
Heavy: I canât see Heavy instigating anything, his intimidation comes from his stature and thatâs really what he uses. Misha hurts quite a bit when he feels jealous but the most it will translate to is a shove or another. Itâs just enough to get his point across, but itâs not violent. At least not infront of his S/O. He might not be so forgiving if theyâre not around. 6/10
Medic: Medic doesnât even realize heâs jealous until his rhythm is thrown off, so itâs a bit of an emotional curveball. Medic will act spontaneously, but when he does itâs a punishment on either end. The one who made him jealous and his S/O. His punishments can be brutal and mentally scarring, those who made him jealous never make it out in one piece. 9/10
Pyro: Pyrovison be damned this man gets livid. Pyros intentions are clear from the moment he feels that pang in his chest. Itâs not a sense of entitlement with Pyro. Its the need to protect, his S/O will not be hurt but god save the poor souls who made him feel like this. His approach is anything but friendly and is more akin to a predators stalking. Out of each of the mercs with their emotions Pyro is much more feeling of his and it definitely shows. 10/10
Scout: Scouts a very loud jealous person, and this comes across as looking cocky. Heâs violent to the jackass who made him jealous and pouty to his S/O for ever giving that person the time of day. Heâs whiny all around and wonât leave that argument without bruises, But each time hes made up his mind to kill the dude who did this. 5/10
Sniper: Chances are that it wasnât even close to being intentional. If Mick is jealous he hasnât ran off with you yet. But when heâs jealous mundy is the source of constant anxiety in his victims, making their life hell. That shot sure could have been a bulb going out, but do you think a normal person would take that risk. Mick relies on his position to invoke fear into his targets, but he wouldnât injure them till heâs made up his mind. 8/10
Soldier: Soldiers jealousy is known to everyone on the base and he will attack out of the blue. He can be standing next to the person that made him jealous and will just pull out a gun to shoot them. His unpredictability has his teammates and those in public with a brain walking on eggshells. His fearsomeness comes from delusional and erratic behavior which makes him 7/10
Spy: While spy has had a lot of practice keeping his emotions inside, heâs also very passionate. Passionate to the point of confrontation and if that doesnât work heâll pull you from each and every person you hold dear. Long enough to get his point across, if this doesnât work he places suspicion upon them for your abscesses. Effectively keeping them far far from you. Heâs the second to last to resort to anything physical to prove himself. 5/10
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Kiss It Better
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I look down at my hands drenched in blood but it didn't matter it was all for them. I was usually clean and swift with my kills but..this times... different. More motivation, reason, purpose, glorious purpose.
I dragged the bodies which took forever because the more heavy and muscular ones. I'm glad I threw them in a big pile before my darling could see the mess. I started cleaning everything up and right when I put the bleach away they returned to the base. "Spy! What are you doing her- is that blood? Are you hurt?!" "Uhhh...." If I lie maybe they won't notice, ignore everything "Yes but I don't want you to worry-" "Woah. You know what, if you don't tell my team I'll heal you right up, swear " "mhm. I don't think I could EVER tell them now." I said with a kind smile. "Good. Let's head to the medical bay."
While walking down the hall I feel Darling is sensing the emptiness of the place, "How was outside? I haven't been out in a while" I asked in an attempt to distract them. "Oh omg it was so cold! You don't even understand! So-"
"And yeah actually pretty embarrassing but we're here, so let me see the injury" ....
"Hey? Helloo,Spy??"
I looked up slowly at my Darling, "you're so kind." She hesitated, "uh thank you, but your wound, doesn't it hurt? You were leaning on me the entire time!" "I just wanted to be near you...It's so kind of you..to worry so much... about me." "I care about you. Are you alright? I think you lost too much blood -" I took the cloth out of my pocket and covered her mouth and nose with it. She was already close to me so it wasn't hard, I did not need to lure her. Her eyes started to close..and her body went limp.
"Let's go home. Besides... you're mine now~"
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Title: Loving Suffocation.
A Continuation Of This Piece.
Written for a very lovely, very indulgent anonymous commissioner.
Pairing: Yandere!Loid x Reader x Yandere!Yor (SxF).
Word Count: 4k.
TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Slight Somnophilia, Spanking, Sex Toys, Breeding, Mentions of Pregnancy, Medical Malpractice, Oral Sex, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Gaslighting, Bruising/Marking, and Overstimulation.
You never did get to see your opera. A lack of oxygen turned your cramped world blurry and abstract, and you faded in and out of consciousness while Yor fussed over your ruined dress and gathered you up in her arms, the strip of fabric sheâd tied around your neck and stuffed in your mouth â not quite a gag, but enough to convince your uncooperative vocal cords that calling for help wouldnât be worth the effort. Sometime between being pulled against Yorâs chest and slipping out of that sex-saturated storage closet, you blinked and by the time you could find the strength to open your eyes again, you were in your apartment, in your own bed, your makeshift gag gone and your wrists bound  behind your back with a generous amount of duct tape. You briefly considered calling for help, but you were past the point of screaming. Even if you tried, the Forgers were your only neighbors close enough to hear, and youâd seen enough of enough of that family for a lifetime.
Just as exhaustion began to overwhelm your better judgement, you caught stifled footsteps in the near distance, heard the door to your bedroom creak open and shut with enough force to shake the drywall. This time, when you closed your eyes, it was in a deliberate effort to will yourself to sleep. An effort that was, of course, rendered futile by Yorâs hand on your forehead, a soft hum too tender to be purposefully deceptive. âI think they might be asleep. The poor thing could barely hold their eyes open.â
âThatâs fine.â Instantly, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. He spoke quietly, keeping his voice low and airy, but even in worst dreams, Loid seemed to be able to carve out a place for himself. It made sense for him to make an appearance in this nightmare, too. âCan you show me where the damage is?â
You held your breath as Yorâs hand drifted from your face to your thigh. After a moment of hesitation, she nudged you onto your back, pulling the ragged remains of your skirt up to your waist. You fought not to bolt up as cold air washed over your exposed, abused cunt â not to ball your fists as you felt Loidâs narrowed eyes pry into you the way they always seemed to when you passed each other in the hall, when he got home before you could find a reason to get out of the Forgersâ suffocating apartment. You managed to hold yourself still as he clicked his tongue, edging that much closer to the foot of your bed. You could picture him leaning over you, perfectly styled blonde hair falling ever so slightly out of place as he took long, agonizing seconds to evaluate the bruises lining the inside of your thighs, the crescent-shaped marks Yorâs nails had left pressed in your hips, your waist. Calloused fingertips brushed over your ankle, but further restraint was deemed unnecessary as his attention shifted back to his wife. âAnd you said you found themâŠ?â
âUnconscious,â she filled in. You could hear her shifting her weight, feigning concern as her husband evaluated you. âIn front of our building. I tried to wake them up, but they panicked, and I remembered the treatment you told me about forâfor hysteria.â She paused, swallowed. âI thought I could help, but Iâm afraid I mightâve just made things worseâŠâ
Loidâs response was delayed, put off in favor of inching that much closer to you. The mattress dipped as he rested a knee on the foot of your bed. Donât move, you repeated to yourself, despite the ever-growing urge to get up and run gnawing violently at the back of your mind. If you pretended to be asleep, youâd only have to tolerate a few minutes of his attention before he got tired of leering at your conscious body. If you pretended to be asleep, theyâd leave and you could start to forget this ever happened.
It got harder to be so rational as he reached out, running two fingers over your slit and splitting apart the lips of your pussy, giving himself a better view of your abused clit, your entrance â still pitifully drooling slick. You tried to remember what kind of doctor he was, but any specialties that mightâve come to mind were immediately forgotten as his gloved fingers slipped inside of you. You had to bite back a quiet hiss as he scissored open the sore walls of your cunt, his touch probing and experimental. At least Yor had the decency not to draw it out. âYou reacted swiftly and efficiently. Even trained paramedics leave residual damage.â He drew back suddenly, and you fought not to jolt at his callousness. âCan you show me what exactly yourâŠâ He trailed off. You could practically hear the curiosity in his voice. ââŠyour treatment entailed?â
Yor made a noise you couldnât decipher. Loid moved away from you entirely, but Yor was quick to take his place. She settled into the space between your legs, her hands â shaking ever so slightly â taking up your hips, her fingertips near-perfectly aligned with the dark bruises pressed into your skin. You felt her breath ghost over the inside of your thighs, the flat of her tongue run gingerly over your slit, and you bolted upward on instinct, mouth open and ready toâ
âready to have your scream stifled and suffocated by Loidâs palm as he forced his hand over your mouth and shoved you back into the mattress. Unable to claw at his arm, to pry him off of you, you thrashed under his steadfast hold, but he didnât seem to pay you any mind. Rather, his eyes met yours for all of half a second before flickering to his wife, sparing her a slight nod. âPatients usually react with some level of resistance. You can go on.â
Yorâs eyes widened, but any shock she mightâve felt seemed to melt away at her husbandâs assurance. She was more nervous, now that she was performing for an audience rather than assaulting you in the privacy of her chosen hideaway, but the little, tentative movements of her tongue got braver over time, her eyes closing as her hands drifted from your waist to your thighs. She nudged your legs onto her shoulders and latched onto your clit, suckling with just enough force to draw a reaction out of your burnt-out nerves, to leave you trembling and struggling to swallow back pained moans and pathetic whimpers. It hurt â more than anything, it hurt â but she had your body trained, knew just what points to hit to get what she wanted out of you. More than that, your body knew that it wasnât going to end until she reached her goal, until she had you cumming on her tongue for theâ god, how many times would this make? Youâd lost track after the first dozen, but even if you hadnât, it wouldâve been impossible to tell, impossible to know what sheâd accomplished the first time reality started to blur and consciousness was rendered more of revokable privilege than something youâd ever be capable of holding on to without help. In less than a minute, you were grinding against her tongue involuntarily, the movement of your hips stilted and jerky. You couldnât have called it a real orgasm, not when any pleasure you couldâve felt was so overshadowed by a searing sort of ache, but Yor seemed satisfied â drawing the back of her hand over her chin as she lifted her head, sending Loid a sheepish smile.
âI just, uh,â she started, drumming her fingers over your thigh. âI just did that until they calmed down. Iâm not sure if it helped.â
âI see.â Loid, for his part, failed to let his air of stoic professionalism so much as waver. Â âAnd how many times did the patient reach climax?â
ââŠthirty?â Yor let out an airy, nervous laugh. âMaybe more. It⊠It was a little hard to keep track, in the moment.â
âAnd theyâre still so unruly.â He was kind enough to feign concern, to let his tone soften and purse his lips into a thin frown. For a second, you let yourself believe that youâd just stumbled into a bad situation â that he and his wife were under some shared delusion and genuinely thought they mightâve been helping you, but then you caught a spec of crimson on the collar of Yorâs dress out of the corner of your eye and thought better of trying to humanize them. âWould you mind if I took a closer look?â
The question was posed to Yor, not you. âPlease do, youâre the doctor here,â she spouted, hurrying to get out of Loidâs way. Loid was more hesitant, his palm lingering over your mouth as his eyes found yours. He was cold at the best of times â his expression often hollow when he thought your attention was elsewhere, his touch enough to send a chill down your spine on the rare occasion he found an excuse to put his hands on you â but the look he sent you as he uncovered your mouth was nothing short of frigid. The threat was clear, albeit ambiguous. You had no idea what Loid was capable of, let alone what extremes he was willing to go to.
But, you knew what Yor could do â youâd caught her in the act.
And you werenât eager to find out whatâd sheâd do to you at her husbandâs request.
When his hand finally fell away from your mouth, you didnât make a sound. Rather, you dug your teeth into the inside of your cheek as Loid wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you onto his lap â his thighs cutting harshly into your stomach. The position was enough to leave your cheeks burning and humiliation tying knots in the back of your throat, but whatever embarrassment you mightâve felt was multiplied ten-fold as his hand ghosted over the buttons lining the back of your dress and your only remaining protective barrier fell away â mutilated fabric now limp and useless beneath you. You started to writhe, but the heel of Loidâs palm found the small of your back, pressing into the base of your spine with just enough force a pained whimper past your lips. Reflectively, Yor moved to reach towards you, but Loid shook his head. âItâs important to test for reactiveness,â he explained, tone flat and steely. âI can take care of bruises and cuts, but lasting nerve damage will make thingsââ He paused, clicked his tongue. ââdifficult.â
âOh!â Yor clapped her hands together. At least she seemed to sincerely believe that, even if she wasnât helping you, her husband might be. You couldnât tell what Loid was thinking, but it couldnât have been so benevolent. âIs that what youâre doing now? Testing for reactiveness?â
âExactly.â Loid flashed her a smile. You felt him shift, fish something out of the pocket of his suit jacket. Aching numbness had put you at a distance from his invasive touch before, but Yorâs mouth had done away with that â resurrecting the buzzing sort of hyper-sensitivity that meant you werenât able to hide the way your hips bucked against his thigh as he slid something sleek and metallic into your drenched pussy. It was oddly shaped â one end tapered and the other flat, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand but still big enough to leave you squirming uncomfortably as Loid pulled back. âNormally, Iâd use more intricate equipment, but there are a few experiments I can run on my own.â
You heard nails against metal, a soft click muffled by stiff machinery. After a second of delay, the object inside of you let out an abrupt pulse of pure vibration â harsh and sudden and awful. Your reaction was reflexive, undisguisable. You threw your head forward as you bit back a bubbling, broken moan; waves of intense reverberation beating at the walls of your cunt. There was no time to brace yourself, to grow into the piercing sting â it was already too much. The walls of your pussy clenched around the source of your agony, and before you could think to stifle your reactions, to give them as little as you possibly could, tears were blurring your vision, dripping down your cheeks. Yor cooed, kneeling in front of you and cupping your cheeks. âPoor thingâŠâ she mumbled, before looking up towards Loid. âI donât think theyâre enjoying it.â
Another wave of pulsing reverberation, a jagged cry forced past your lips. âP-please, turn it off, take it out, I canâtââ
It took you a second to process the sound of a palm against flesh, how it mightâve been connected to the bright flash of pain just below the curve of your ass. When you could bring yourself to glance over your shoulder, his hand was raised, his expression stern. The sight was enough to make your heart ache in your chest â a sensitivity which surprised you. You hadnât thought there was anything the Forgers could do to hurt you more than they already had.
âWeâre going out of our way to help you.â It was the same tone he used with Anya when she refused to do her homework or threatened to drop out of her upper-crust academy. Whatever genuine sympathy he mightâve had for you was buried beneath a heavy layer of practiced stoicism and nearly totalitarian authority, turning the words cold where they shouldâve been comforting. âItâs unfair to be so ungrateful when Yorâs already sacrificed so much of her time for the sake of your health. Why donât you apologize to her?â
Again, you heard that same soft click, and the vibrations pulsing out of the object in your cunt doubled in intensity. You let your head fall forward, clenching your eyes shut as you struggled to spit something out. âI⊠Iâm sorry, Yor, I didnât mean toââ
You were cut off by a sharp moan, the feeling of Loidâs fingers tracing over your slit. Soon, the pad of his thumb found your clit, pushing dull circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. He let out an airy chuckle as you withered into yourself, your legs spreading involuntarily as your feet struggled to find purchase on carpeting that seemed to be just an inch too far, to ground yourself on something that Loid didnât even have to try to keep just out of your grasp. âDonât strain yourself,â he muttered, your unwanted reward for your easy compliance. âHow does thisââ He pushed a rough pattern into your clit, drawing out a wavering cry. ââfeel?â
Miserable. Torturous. The worst thing thatâd ever been inflected onto your poor, spent body. You deflated, your chest flattening against Loidâs thighs. ââŠit hurts.â
This time, he let you finish before pulling back, his palm striking your ass with twice the force heâd used before. You cried out, the noise uneven and anguished, but your pain didnât seem to rank very high on his nebulous list of concerns. âIâve already told you not to be so ungrateful,â he said, shaking his head. âDo you know what wouldâve happened if we werenât here to help you?â Another strike, another ragged sob. âYouâd be suffering on your own, in excruciating pain and spiraling into your own delusions. If we hadnât been there to correct you so quickly, you wouldâve been unrecoverable.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â You were babbling, now, your apologies clumped together and nearly unintelligible. Loid cut in, pointed as ever.
âYouâve already apologized.â Two digits slipped into you, splitting your pussy open. Somehow, the added stimulation only seemed to make his deviceâs vibration more unbearable. âNow, itâs time to tell Yor how thankful you are.â
âThank youââ There was no hesitation, no resistance. If youâd been able to, if you hands hadnât been bound, you wouldâve clung to her, dug your nails into her shoulder and your teeth into Loidâs thigh, anything to feel like you werenât about to fall apart altogether. âThank you, Iâm soâ I canâtâ Thank youââ
It was Yor, this time â her mouth crashing against yours as her hand found the back of your head. Her tongue slipped past your lips, raking over yours with a ginger sort of tenderness and raking her fingers through your hair, drinking down every little moan and whimper her husband forced out of you with enthusiasm. She lingered there, lips moving gently against yours, as you reached your next climax â the number completely lost on you, now. When she pulled away, eyes glazed over and a dark blush painted over her cheeks, Loid hummed approvingly, fishing his bullet-shaped device out of your pussy and switching it off. Slick dripped down the inside of your thighs, your chest heaving stiltedly against his lap, and you noticed, for the first time, something large and stiff pressing into your stomach. For your own sake, you decided you werenât going to think about it.
But, like always, Loid was quick to tear even the comfort you found in your own mind away from you.
âYou did what you could,â Loid started, with heavy sigh. âBut their condition is worse than I thought. It might take more than the usual treatment to set them back on the right path.â A lengthy pause, an arm looped underneath you. With more care than heâd seen fit to show you all night, Loid repositioned you on your back in the center of your bed. You were too exhausted to so much as try to protest. âFor cases like this, insemination is the only known cure.â
Yor blinked up at him, more curious than confused. âInsemination?â
âPregnancy,â Loid filled in. âIt can be done artificially, but for cases this severeâŠâ
Your heart dropped into your stomach. Weakly, you tried to sit up, but it was Yor that stopped you, this time, pressing her hand flat against your shoulder and pinning you down effortlessly. âIf thatâs whatâs best,â she chimed, her smile wide and brilliant. âCan I help?â
For the first time, Loidâs expression seemed to warm. âOf course.â
Less than a full minute later, you were slotted against Yor, your head resting on her chest and her arms loosely wrapped around your midriff. Loid had reclaimed his position in the space between your open legs, one hand on your hip and the other toying with his clothes, shifting the waist of his now-wrinkled dress pants down just far enough to free his flush cock â already hard, already leaking pearls of arousal. The sight, paired with the breathy sigh he let out as he wrapped his fist around his shaft, was enough to dash any hopes you mightâve had of a last-minute change of heart.
You squirmed in Yorâs hold, your fists balling around your own near ruined sheets as Loid aligned himself with your entrance. You didnât realize you were talking until you heard your own voice, fragile and desperate, nearly too broken to be comprehensible. âPlease donât, IâIâm not sick, please donâtââ
It was Yor who hushed you, this time, smiling as she pressed a fleeting kiss into your cheek. âHeâs going to help you,â she whispered, tone simpering where you wished it would be sterile. âYou can just sit back and relax while weââ She paused, squeezed you against her playfully. ââmake sure youâre alright.â
There was a beat of silence, of stillness. Eventually, you managed to stutter out, âI donât want your help.â
Loid let out an airy chuckle, tracing the flushed tipped of his cock over your slit. âYou donât have to want anything.â He bowed his head, leaning down far enough to rest his lips against the top of your head. âYouâll need all the help you can get, in a few weeks.â
You didnât have time to protest, not before he thrust into you â sheathing himself to the hilt in a single stroke.
You tried to scream, but Yorâs mouth found yours in a moment, swallowing any fractured noises you mightâve been able to make. Loid didnât seem interested in giving you time to adjust; immediately falling into a rhythm just as forceful and just as cruel as anything else heâd done to you. It wasnât a question of if it would hurt, anymore, but how badly. The feeling of his not inconsiderably length splitting open your aching pussy alone was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and his rough thrusts, his shattering pace â all of it only working to agitate the few parts of you that hadnât already gone numb to his assult. You clenched your eyes shut, willing yourself to go completely numb, but Yor cooed, one of her hands falling away from you only to find its way to the curve of your stomach, her palm soon pressed flat against your skin. âMiss Anya did mention wanting a younger sister,â she muttered, nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder. âItâll be difficult to hide, âtill itâs over with. There used to be a single mother working at city hall, but the State Security Service paid her a visit andâŠâ She trailed off, shaking her head. âBut Iâm sure that wonât be an issue for you!â
âOf course not.â Loidâs voice was breathy, his attention mostly elsewhere. He did his best to stay composed, to maintain that painstakingly professionally air, but you could feel him twitch inside of you, feel his hips stutter as his pace grew that much more brutal. âWeâll be taking care of you. When you start to show, youâll move in with us, andââ A groan, a pair of tired eyes allowed to close. ââand if you cooperate, weâll make it so you donât have to worry about anything aside from the baby. Any added stress will only make the pregnancy more difficult.â
Loidâs hips pressed against yours, Yorâs mouth on the curve of your neck. âOur little family is growing so quickly.â You could feel her grin against your throat, fangs ready to clamp down at the first sign of resistance. âI canât wait until youâre better. Youâll be so happy, when youâre in your right mind again.â
Your mouth fell open, but anything you mightâve said died in your throat long before it could ever reach your tongue. There was no pleasure to it, no stimulation other than the same grating sensation and the pinpoints of pressure where Loidâs fingertips dug into your waist, but if your comfort mattered to Loid, he wouldâve stopped as soon as he saw what his wife did to you. He cursed under his breath, throwing his hand forward and hauling your rigid body that much closer to his. You didnât have a chance to brace yourself, to trick your pain-addled mind into believing there was anything you could possibly do to get away from him before he went still, something thick and searing flooding into your unprotected cunt. He lingered there, his cum leaking out of you despite your pussyâs futile attempts to cling to his cock, and for the first time, you let yourself think about what they were taking about â insemination, pregnancy, growing families and new siblings. You let yourself acknowledge the weight of Yorâs hand against your stomach, Loidâs hips against yours. You let yourself breath in, holding the air in your lungs for a moment before exhaling and going limp against Yor.
Fuck.
If you never saw the Forgers again, itâd still be a day too soon.
Yor started to pull away from you, but Loid stopped her. âConception can be fickle,â he started, fighting not to pant audibly. âItâd be for the best if we wereâŠâ His eyes dropped to you. ââŠthorough.â
âDo you hear that?â Her hold grew that much tighter, her smile that much brighter. Her lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The feeling mightâve sent a chill down your spine, if you still had the strength to be afraid of them.
âLoidâs going to take very good care of you.â
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đN THIS STORY ă a life lived as a human among the fae is one hard-earned. the folk are built of indescribable beauty, and of debauchery and mischief. for some, a life lived subservient to the folk is just fine; but to those who dream of something more, they would spend their lives clawing and biting to make it happen.
you, looking for a way to escape a life as a faerieâs human servant, put a new foot forward thinking that any life could be better than that. but, when your first assignment as a kingâs spy is alongside a brooding, icy faerie man, you begin to wonder what your place in this foreign world really could be.
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pairings faerie!taehyun x human!reader, faerie!yeonjun x human!reader
warnings angst, unprotected sex, voyeurism, orgasm denial, jealousy, angst again, dubious intentions of multiple main characters... poor mc has no idea who to believe
playlists â yeonjun Ë taehyun Ë series
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You had hoped that learning of Yeonjunâs relationship with the same crowd who have made attempts on your life would be enough to rattle your brittle heart into sense. You really had. As you watch Taehyun, bent over the war strategy table, though, you wish you had more time to sort it out in your head. You hate the thought of settling on half-baked answers and information all for the fact that time is not on your side. When had time ever really been kind to you, though? It had not made exceptions when you were small and innocent in your cradle, had not slowed down to allow you to at least cherish your final moments a normal child with her human parents. You can only fantasize who you would be if you had been given just enough time to know that gentle love. Even now, time makes your choices for you. Â
Taehyun looks over those metal figurines as if searching for something in them. There are more of them stood and strewn out on the map. It reminds you how you are now faced with a plethora of newer, more powerful players. Â
You miss when this had been a simple spying missionâwhen your path forward had been unobscured and clear. You envy that version of yourself: able to believe that bad things presented themselves as such. The world had been clean-cut. Evil had jagged teeth and foul breath, and good had soft edges and sweet smiles. Youâre not sure where that distinction lies anymore. Â
âHowâs your shoulder?â you say, making your presence known. Youâre sure he had been keen to your presence from the moment youâd entered the estate, though; not only thanks to his better hearing, but also because Taehyun is constantly assessing his surroundings. The smallest insect could hardly sneak up on him. You push off the doorframe and enter the room.Â
He nods his head once in greeting, but he doesnât tear his gaze away from the tableâs ensemble. âItâs doing fine.âÂ
Sighing, you decide not to push it. The sight of that puncture had been ghastly, and it wreaks havoc in your belly every time you replay it, but the tick in his jaw when you mention it tells you enough of how he feels about disclosing whether or not anything might hurt him. How many times in the past few weeks had you forced him to do just that? Itâs no wonder that the two of you butt heads so terribly. Allowing you to stitch him up mustâve been the extent of how far heâd let you see him in need of help.Â
You gesture toward the table. âHave you decided when we leave?âÂ
Taehyun answers you with a strained sigh out through his nose: a testament to how heâd been mulling it over. He levies those figures a few more moments of his gaze as if they might speak an answer for him. They donât. He concedes to their lack of direction and turns to you. âEvery moment we spend here, we risk our identities further,â he starts, crossing his arms over his chest. Â
You wince. He still believes that youâd at least contained some of your identity by taking out those three faeries. You know better. Even the bard in that tavern had known what had happened; itâs why Yeonjun ended up finding out in the first place. Even if not all of them had been a part of that rebellion, itâs reckless to assume that there were no more than that.Â
Continuing, he says, âAnd judging by what weâve picked up, we need to get it all back before the solstice.â He doesnât pace as he thinks. Only the faraway look in his eyes betray the noise in his head.Â
You hate the way it sounds like heâs going to demand that you leave immediately, and you hate how it sieges your tongue and makes it dance into a pitiful ploy to stay. To give yourself some credit, itâs better that Taehyun knows every bit of information you have. This moment is desperate for informed decisions.Â
âI saw Yeonjun this morning,â you blurt. The words bubbled and bubbled behind your lips until theyâd found the tipping point and spilled out. Youâd agonized over what to make of it all for hours: that Yeonjun had been as deceitful with you as youâd been with him, that you are a sorry human girl that had wedged her way into the cross-firings of a war much beyond yourself, that you still have the gall to consider your own feelings despite its grandness... None of that worrying had led you to a conclusion that both your heart and mind would agree on. Â
Taehyunâs gaze snaps to you, contained and remote aside from the twitching at the corners of his lips. The intensity of it makes you waver, but you have no time for wavering. Â
âHeâs... been made aware of our purpose here. He knows that weâre spies,â you say. As you watch him try to piece that together, you add, âHeâs part of their rebellion.âÂ
Now he laughs, barbed and full of mock and disbelief. âThe prince is rebelling against his father? He thinks heâll find the throne like that? Whatâs his plan for when this falls through? For when his father hears of his mutiny? The prince will lose his head.âÂ
The thought makes you nauseous, despite how Yeonjunâs image has grown to be something murky. You donât know what Yeonjunâs intentions are in aligning with the rebellion here. You hardly know anything about his relationship with his father and the High Court aside from the fact that he feels suffocated by his life back there. Youâd assume that thereâs a lot more to his reasoning, but youâve learned your lesson about assuming that you know who people are. The inability to lie comes with the need for secrets. The thought that perhaps Yeonjun is only making a shady attempt for power crosses your mind, but either your own reasoning or your own stubbornness shoves it down. Nobody in faerie would hand their fealty to a prince whoâd taken the throne of a long-standing king by those sorts of means. Heâd be a king with no denizens to preside over.Â
You interject Taehyunâs parade of scoffs. âHe told me that war is coming, that itâs been coming.âÂ
His face drops, and he straightens up. âOf course it is. Itâll begin the moment we return with what weâve found.âÂ
Your lips go a bit numb, and then your fingers follow. You know that this is your dutyâitâd been this all along. It should come as no shock to you that he intends to relay this all to The King. But that was before you allowed your heart to make its home here. How simply he demands that you return to those lands with information that would kill Yeonjun... it has acid crawling a path up your throat.Â
You make your best effort to ensure that your voice doesnât falter as you speak. âHe offered us protection as long as we stay here,â you say. âWe donât have to leave now.â You try to catch his gaze as you add, âWe donât have to leave at all.â Â
You know that Yeonjun plays a part in the rebellion, but you donât know how deep his devotion goes, and you also donât know to what ends you can trust his intentions. How far do his loyalties to the rebellion go? And, where do his loyalties to you stand? The thought that he may have never loved you at all... itâs been a plague to your heart and mind from the very moment heâd revealed the truth to you this morning. Your guilt has chipped away at you without mercyâyouâve spent so many awful nights wishing you could unload your deceptions in front of him. How had it ended up so trivial in the grand scheme of things? How are you the one left feeling betrayed?Â
You really, really cannot imagine having Yeonjunâs blood on your hands. He is one of themâa creature deception, and yet you still cannot shake those stolen nights from your bones. He had been your first. Heâd made this place a home for you, where you had never had a home. Itâs pitiful to search so deeply in someone else for your own strengths; even you can see that. Nevertheless, you do it. You suppose that a pair of warm arms and sweet words will do that to someone, no matter if you know that they could rot you like sweets do the tooth. Itâs not unlike drunkards who find their dayâs comfort in their drinks, even as it rots their body and mind away. Anything for a stretch of belonging and bliss. You're desperate for it.Â
Taehyunâs sinewy words rattle your wandering mind back to reality. âHe tells you that he is a member of the same group of people that have tried multiple times to kill you, and you believe him when he says heâs going to protect you? Still?â he spits, shaking his head. âWhat makes you so sure that heâs not just keeping us from running? That he isnât handing us on a platter to his rebel friends? Youâre going to get us fucking killed.âÂ
Blood roars like frothy-white rapids in your ears, warring with the echoes of his honey-glazed exclamations of love. To some capacity, he had to have meant those words. Faeries canât lie, and he had said it so plainly. He loves you.Â
âWe canât leave yet,â you say, stepping toward him on legs that you fear might collapse beneath you. âYou said it yourself; we canât return without the whole story. If we return now, we could be missing something.â You study the frosty set to his face and suck in a stabilizing breath. âPlease, Taehyun. Please trust me on this.â Â
You sound desperate and pleading, but you donât reel it in at all. You are desperate and pleading. You have no intent of returning as some successful spy and continuing a life of deception and violence. Itâs not who you are; itâll never be who you are. Maybe this world tries to ask it of you, but you refuse to concede to it.Â
âPart of our job is staying alive,â he says, his body rigid. He doesnât like where youâre going with this, you can tell that much.Â
âIs that what you want? To be a pawn of war? Isnât that what we are if we bring this information back?â you challenge. âDonât you think that if the prince of all people has turned against him, then serving at his hand is the wrong choice? I donât know The KingâIâve never even seen him! Why should I be excited to serve him?âÂ
âThe prince has more reason than anybody to want his father off his throne.âÂ
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â you say, stepping further toward him. Though, it does make you revisit those thoughts. If vying for the crown is really Yeonjunâs intention, you suppose heâd have no problems pleading with you to stay in order to tie off loose ends. You wish you could see it all from somebody elseâs untainted eyes. âWhat Iâm saying is, do you want to be a spy? What has The King ever done for you to earn your loyalty?âÂ
Taehyun looks at you with disbelief, the corners of his mouth tilting down. âI donât care about the damn king,â he snaps, and then gestures down at the table with all those figures. âThe Queen operates on necessary evils. Where she can find a string to pull, she will pull it. My father was her general for a reason. Do you think she would keep him unless she approved of his violence? There is no good side to this warâjust sides. If youâre suggesting that we stay here and try to forget that we came as spies, then you can forget it.âÂ
You glance over at the war table and wonder how youâve become a moving piece in ancient faerie politics when all youâd set out for was a purpose. Youâd been so warped by your bitterness with your upbringing that youâd failed to see how anything could be worse than that. Youâd been so excited that you jumped willingly into dark water without knowing how deep it was, and now your feet canât touch the ground. Is this the purpose you want?Â
âLeave, then,â you say, stepping back. âYou can leave. Just let me stay here. Please.âÂ
Something in Taehyunâs expression flips, so subtle that you canât name it. It unsettles you, your hair standing on edge. There is something in his eyes that you do not like. Â
âSo, thatâs it?â he says, his voice odd too. âThatâs all it took for you to hand your future over on a leash to him?âÂ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you stammer. The only ones with a collar around your neck are the spies. Theyâre the ones who insisted on that geasâthe ones who needed to compel you with their faerie magic to ensure your obedience. Â
âIt means that you got all the way here, uncovered a whole rebellion, and made a life for yourself, not handed to you by a prince, and youâre going to trade it in. It means that youâve let him convince you that you are weak and need to be coddled.âÂ
Your fists curl tight and dig your nails into your palms. âI never wanted to be a spy,â you grit out. Yeonjun is not the reason you want to stay here. He may be part of it, but youâve come to be utterly unwilling to return to that spy den like itâs your home, or something. Itâs not. Youâd slept there for one night. Beyond just your word and that geas, what reason do you have to return?Â
âYou didnât? And yet, itâs what we are, isnât it?â he says. âDo you think that I dreamed of being a spy? That I do it because I love it? Actions have their consequences.âÂ
âThen, what do you do it for, Taehyun?â you say. âWhen do you begin living your life for you? Doing what you do because itâs what you want?âÂ
Taehyun seems to consider your words for a few long heartbeats before settling into something in his head. You allow yourself to let go of some of the tension in your shoulders as you watch his expression morph into something much less poisonous.Â
You hadnât expected him to react like that.Â
âDo you have any weapons on you?â he says.Â
Faltering, you sputter out, âWhat?â You look over the room. The last time youâd been in here, youâd sparred. Does he intend to properly fight you in here now? Had you pushed him too far? Shaking your head and feeling at all the places you usually tuck your blades away, you say, âNo... I donât.âÂ
âGet some. Where weâre about to go...â he trails off, as if reconsidering, but then he continues, âIâll get you a hag stone.âÂ
You furrow your brows, not taking off to do so. âA hag stone?â you echo, thankful that he isnât trying to duel you, but wary at the need for such a faerie ward. Hag stones are of the more serious class of wards used to protect humans from faerie enchantment or glamour. Most often, humans would string theirs up with a bit of thread through the hole of it and wear it around their necks as a pendant. Unlike turning oneâs clothes inside out or taking red berries on your person, hag stones protect against the more devastating faerie magic. You shudder simply wondering what you might need a hag stone to protect yourself from.Â
He nods a bit solemnly. âKelpie do not let a meal or trick pass them by when they wait so long to have them.âÂ
You look at him with wild eyes, hoping to see him laugh or play his words off as a joke. He does not, but of course he doesnât. Taehyun doesnât waste his words on jokes.Â
âWhy... Why would we be going to a kelpie?â you ask him, laughing around the ball of fright in your chest.Â
He lends you a wretched look. âI have old debts to call on.âÂ
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The forest in which Taehyun leads you is untamed. At some point, the sound of natureâs buzzing tapers off, and you know that youâve entered a deeper forest than you ought to be sticking your nose in. When the forest goes silent, itâs only for one reason. Â
Youâd grown up here. Maybe youâd been born elsewhere, but that does not negate the fact that you had grown up scared every day of the powerful creatures that inhabit this world. Your fear has ruled you for your whole life, and you let it. Youâd be a fool not to. Itâs how you survive in this world. Your limbs tremble; they plead with you to listen to everything youâve ever knownâdo not mess with what is bigger than you. Â
You step around frost-capped puddles and dance between briars, careful not to snag yourself on their claws. It unsettles you further that this part of the forest is so untrodden and overgrown. With no folk coming through, you fear how the kelpie might behave when you make an audience before it. Will it climb straight from its frosty swamp and drag you back down with it? Is the hag stone you clutch at your chest enough to keep you safe?Â
âI donât understand why weâre doing this, Taehyun,â you say, delicately avoiding any tumbles as you speed up to gauge his feelings by his face. Youâre not fond of the remote blankness in his eyes, nor the staunch determined set to his jaw. âThat thing might kill us, and your shoulder is hurt. You shouldnât be out here; you should be letting it heal.âÂ
âI know my limits,â he says.Â
Grimacing, you return his curt tone. âTaehyun.â You grab at the material of his sleeve with urgency. When he stops to look at you, you continue. âI want you to actually listen to me. Youâre being unreasonable. Yeonjun said heâd use his pull to protect us. Both of us. We have no reason to be out here, youâre just putting us in danger.âÂ
He lets your words stew in the air for a moment before saying, âIâm the one putting us in danger? Me?â He scoffs. âWe are about as safe dealing with a kelpie as we are living off his promises. Iâm doing whatâs best for us. Trust me.âÂ
Youâre winded by his choice of words. Youâve become wary of dealing out your trust so frivolously. Those two words ring alarm bells.Â
âBut where is this coming from? You didnât want to stay.â Your breath furls out in a plume of white smoke in front of your face as you speak. Â
He looks as if he doesnât want to answer that. It only makes you more apprehensive. Your limbs fill with lead, planting you where you stand. âTaehyun, Iâm scared,â you say. âIsnât finding help from a solitary faerie a bit too far? How is trusting Yeonjun any more dangerous than that?âÂ
Taehyun steps toward you. âHe is going to kill us. Itâs not if, itâs when. That bastard is going to hurt you. This... This is for us. We are self-sufficient; we donât need his protection shit.â A bitter tang colors his words. âI know that youâre scared. I wonât let it hurt you; I wonât let anything happen to you. I promise that youâll be okay. You want to stay, donât you?âÂ
You nod. You would even make deals with a kelpie for it. Â
âOkay, then, letâs go,â he says, taking off with those words, effectively punctuating the conversation. Â
You follow him.Â
You grow more anxious the deeper you trudge into the forest without any consolation as the daylight begins creeping away. Following behind Taehyun, the wind whips at the perfect angle so that his form takes most of its terror, allowing you a respite from at least some of the brutal cold. You donât feel any remorse using him as a shield against the elementsâfrost runs through his veins. He doesnât shiver or wince at it.Â
Taehyun stops a few feet before a wintry mire framed by crystallized cattails and reeds. Your heart stutters as he looks around to ensure that this is the right spot. The water is dark and deep. You stay a healthy distance away from it. You do not want to find out just how deep it is.Â
âWhere is it?â you say, keeping your voice low as if the beast might lunge from the water and snatch you up if you donât.Â
Taehyun surveys the forest surrounding you and then the body of water as he always does, and when he looks to you, you already know heâs calculated and planned. He doesnât face a situation without thoughtâthat notion soothes you, even if itâs to the slightest degree. Â
âIt wonât come until I call it,â he says, gesturing at those murky and horrible watery depths. Swallowing hard, you consider how close you stand to it. You take a shuffled step back. âWhen you see it, you need to stay calm. Donât let it see your fear. Itâll find it amusing and latch onto you. Do you understand?âÂ
A rush of heavy dread spreads from your core and seizes your lungs at his words. Youâve made it this far. You want to stay. You want to stay, bad. If this thing outsmarts you, you will not go down without swinging this time. You have your daggers, and you know how to wield them. Bravery is most of the battle, isnât it?Â
You muster a nod, trying to give yourself a brave heart, but Taehyun shakes his head. Your eyes must betray how stricken you are. âDo you understand?â he repeats, his voice sharp and grave.Â
âI do.âÂ
He accepts your words, pressing on. âIt will try to trip you over your words and spin you into a trap with tricky words. Do not entertain it, even as it tries, okay?âÂ
Youâve been terrorized by faerie tricks your whole life. You can handle their schemes just fine. âOkay.âÂ
Taehyun frees a blade from its hiding place and brings it to his palm. He slides it there, slicing it open. Crimson creeps from the slit, running in between his fingers and trickling onto the snow. Heâd cut pretty deep.Â
âWhy are youâTaehyun?â you say, stepping toward him as he curls his wounded hand into a fist over the water, shaking it so as to let the droplets down into the black water. You regret those steps youâd made toward him as something comes crashing through the surface.Â
No, rather than emerging from under the surface, the beast is born from the water, manifesting from it as something gangly and wretched. From its pointed ears to its hooves, it pushes up from nothingness until it is standing there, real and terrible before you. Its skin glistens with a thickness like oil and its hair and tail hang in heavy, seaweed-like tendrils, plastered against its body. The scum floating on top of the water clung to its hair and pelt as it rose, twigs and the like poking from its withered body. A bridle cages its head, leather reins dangling down. Of all its awful things, you believe that its eyes are the worstâbone-white and piercing, they send a terror down your spine that solidifies in your bones. You know you will not soon forget the ancient soullessness that lives there. The folk do sometimes resemble the places in which they hail from; you suppose that the kelpie bares striking resemblance to the swirling water that sits at its feet.Â
You try not to choke or gasp or react in any way at all, but it isnât easy. You focus your adrenaline on keeping your breathing as even as you can manage.Â
âIt has been a long time since Iâve found a human at my doorstep,â the creature says, steam blowing from its nostrils as it snorts. How long might a long time mean to a faerie, especially one you know is so ancient? You hope that your presence does not intrigue the beast at all.Â
Taehyun swoops in before you can speak, and you are boundlessly thankful for it. âIâve come to call on the debt you owe me,â he says. He doesnât leave any room for any familiarity or playfulness.Â
âIs it that time?â the kelpie says, placing one hoof down onto the snow. It had looked so incorporeal and liquid that you half expect it to burst and turn to water as it does, but it climbs out just fine. Very real. Â
Taehyun eyes the kelpie as it makes land, dribbling with water and its kelp hair swinging. You swallow hard as it disregards his presence to observe you. Youâre used to the folk disregarding you, not this. How many years had you yearned for their attention? Right now, you scare under it. Â
âFor what do you need my help, boy?â it says, voice gurgled, âAnd why do you bring this human along? Is it for her? Or, rather, have you brought her as your peace offering?âÂ
Your legs tremble beneath you. Â
âI donât owe you any peace offering, kelpie,â Taehyun says, his head held righteously high. âYouâll offer me what I ask, or youâll suffer for it.âÂ
Shifting under the tense atmosphere, you still donât speak. In Faerie, debt is law. The folk live by a law that is, like many other things about them, foreign to you. Whatever natural laws by which they govern themselves are vastly lost on youâbut of keeping promises and respecting debts, you are very aware. They hate to be indebtedâyouâre sure itâs why this kelpie is so peevish. You hope that the folkâs need to balance their debts is enough to keep it hospitable. Â
The kelpie makes a rumbling and throaty sound that mimics that of a laugh. It rumbles the ground below your feet. âJust as rigid as the last time we met like this,â it says. âI wonder if it's because youâve inherited your fatherâs stone heart, or because you fear me?âÂ
The kelpie remains playful with its intonation, but tension lies thick and dangerous beneath both of their words. You know well enough that the beast is not being light-hearted. Â
Taehyun holds his face firm. He refuses to give an inch. âDo not try that with me. You have your word to upkeep for my help.âÂ
Shimmering under the moonâs light now, the beast treats us with a long moment of hostile silence. You can feel its malintent despite how hollow those eyes remain. Â
âWhat do you ask of me?â it finally says, whipping its drooping tail behind it.Â
âThere is a rebellion here,â starts Taehyun, shoulders relaxing to the slightest degree as the kelpie defers, âThe north is uneasy. Iâm optimistic that youâll lend us your protection and hand, whenever I call on it. Regardless of it being in my interest, Iâm sure that you aim to keep your lands peaceful, no?âÂ
âRebellion? For what would anything of the courts be in my interest? Of their rebellion or even just their ridiculousness, I do not care. Iâve left your gentry to you, leave me to mine.âÂ
Taehyunâs nostrils flare. âIâm not asking you to care about the courts, Iâm asking you to lend me your help when I ask of it,â he grits out, âOr, rather, Iâm not asking. I am informing you that I am expecting you to uphold your debt to me, and youâd better be ready to do so. This is just courtesy.âÂ
You feel the kelpieâs offense in the hollow quiet that follows Taehyunâs demands. Among many things, the fae are prideful creatures. Your stomach is in terrible knots. Taehyun is just trying to regain the power in the situation. You know that. It doesnât make you any less scared for your life. With an ancient creature like a kelpie, it is paramount to earn its respect, or else it will push you around.Â
Worse than that. It will drag you down into its waters and make your soul into a meal.Â
âItâs a pity you think that hag stone will save you from me, human.â The kelpie turns its attention back on you. You bade your knees not to crumple. âIt takes much more than that to protect you in places like these. Perhaps youâll be safe from petty enchantment, though.â Â
Taehyun shoves his words in before you can give the kelpie any sort of reaction. Not even a tremble. âUnderstood?âÂ
âYouâve made deals with our kind before. The magic reeks on you. Itâs lousy enchantment, I could dissolve that geas for you. All youâd have to do is climb up on my back, and Iâd grant you your freedom.â Â
You canât help but perk up. The prospect of ridding yourself of the geas placed over you is a painfully delicious one.Â
Bristling, Taehyun steps between you and the kelpie. Whether he does it to fight off the beast should it lunge at you or to prevent you from approaching it, youâre unsure. âDo not,â he says.Â
âWasnât going to.â You say it, and of course itâs true. The kelpie is poking around to see what will most entice you. Regardless, you canât deny how awfully you wish that geas were gone. Itâs the one thing that you fear will tether you to The Kingâs bidding. No matter how you armor yourselves from the rebellion here in the north, whatâs to stop the spies from tugging on the enchanted leash? One command from Cricket, and your body would betray you and walk the whole way there itself.Â
Though you donât verbalize your interest, the kelpie no doubt sees the interest alight in your eyes. It pounces accordingly. âUnless youâd prefer that I give you a whole other enchantment. Protection against any of our kindâs glamours? Permanant true sight? A touch to my pelt would be all it would take for you to make yourself free.âÂ
Taehyun clicks just the hilt of his sword free from the sheathe. âStop with the tricks. You can find your fun elsewhere.âÂ
Like the swampish water behind it, the kelpie stands there totally still, studying Taehyun. You really wish this altercation could wrap up at any pace faster than it currently is. Youâre itching to escape those white eyes. Theyâre much more intimidating as night settles in. What sort of thing had Taehyun even done to indebt a creature like this to him? Once again, youâre left confronting how little you know of him and his past. By the time youâve come to terms with the last thing, the next arrives to remind you that the folk lead much longer lives than you do.Â
It finally speaks again. âWhy have you brought this human with you, Lord?â Its furls out the term like a weapon. This bitter intonation that youâve seen be used multiple times to speak of Taehyunâs title sticks with you. The title is a taunt. In this case, the you know it comes from the kelpieâs place of utter indifference and lack of obeisances toward whatever sovereignty the Courts may claim. The kelpie only answers to the land. Â
âBecause I needed you to know that your protection will extend to her. Know her face, learn it so that when I call on you, youâll play your part correctly.âÂ
âI fail to see why you dote over her safety. Who is the human to you?â The kelpie takes a step forward, its powerful muscles rippling with the moonâs white light on its ink pelt. You mirror it with a step back. Taehyun stays put. âI owe her no help. Thatâs not how this works. I concede that I am bound to your help, but I do not repay double. You overestimate my generosity.âÂ
You watch as Taehyun takes on a posture that youâve come to recognize as his offensive posture, potent adrenaline twisting up your stomach and sending your heart into a fit so fierce that you feel it in all your pulse points. Youâre sure that swords are a laughable matter to the kelpie. Iron, though, youâre sure would still burn. Turning your hands to fists, you make a conscious effort not to find your iron weapons. If the kelpie were to see that, it may escalate things. You do not want to escalate. Â
Itâs only smart for you to consider your disadvantages: Taehyun is wounded. He had literally been struck by an arrow last night. Youâre so far into the woods that running would consist of stumbling over roots and avoiding thorny bushes. Taehyun might know them, but youâre fully unfamiliar with a kelpieâs weaknesses, or if they even have any at all. Youâre better off appeasing the beast. Â
âTaehyun,â you warn.Â
He pays it no mind. âI said,â he snarls, âstop with the tricks. You owe your very ability to draw breath to me, and beyond that. It was my neck on the line to grant you that. What I did for you was worth many debts. If you want to settle it all to even, youâll do it. Donât play this like a fool.â He doesnât address the kelpieâs first question.Â
Taehyun creeps toward the kelpie. Youâre not sure where he sources all that fearlessness from inside himself. Heâs way too close for your comfort. âWhat are you doing?â you hiss, quiet and meant for just him. There is no way he intends to fight this thing right now. Youâd prefer taking the risk of trusting Yeonjunâs word over this any day.Â
âEven the generalââthe kelpie spits that word with a similar distaste as he had Taehyunâs titleââknew when he was in over his head. Ask a more respectable payment of me.âÂ
You suck in a breath. âLetâs just go,â you tell Taehyun. âWe donât need to do this; we didnât need to in the first place.â Â
As Taehyun takes one last step toward the kelpie, he reaches a swordâs distance from it. Â
Really? Is this happening right now?Â
âIâm giving you grace right now, kelpie,â he says, his voice pure warning, âMy father is the one who landed you like that. Itâs humorous that youâd even speak of him while weâre sorting out the debts that you incurred because of him. I suggest that you give up the sly act.âÂ
Once again, a charged and meaningful pause rings throughout the forest. The silence speaks volumes of how the kelpie takes his words. Â
Itâs a flash of movement, the two dark figures like blurs as Taehyunâs hand flies out to grab a hold of the reins that hang from its head and the kelpie rears back with a bone-piercing, harrowing whinny. He braces himself on its side and uses its flank to push off of. The creature bucks fast, but Taehyun is faster. Â
The rage that it bellows with guts you. The forest ground trembles with its frantic clambering, hooves battering the snow. Â
The kelpieâs frenzy ends as Taehyun takes the reins in both hands. It doesnât make any more attempts to send him off, nor does it stumble about wildly. It settles. The kelpie bows its head. Your hands cover your mouth. Theyâre ready to muffle your scream. You wait for Taehyun to become one with the beastâs figure and for it to drag him down to the depths of its water that donât see the sunâs light. Nothing happens. Instead, he slips off the back of the kelpie without any trouble, landing with a thud back on the ground. Â
âFix your appearance,â Taehyun commands. Â
You allow a sound of surprise to slip as the beast melts down, shedding water to the ground and crumpling over. You watch it shrink all the way down until, where once the gangly beast had stood, the form of a faerie man stands. He unfurls from the forest floor to his full height, taller than Taehyun and reedy in his limbs. His hair cascades down from his head in shaggy, damp brown locks with twigs and leaves tangled in. Sharp faerie ears protrude from it. It confirms to you that this is just another form of the kelpie, not someone else entirely.Â
âYouâre a fool,â the man says, turning on Taehyun with wild eyes. Â
You join his confrontation on Taehyun. âWhat the hell is going on?â you say. Youâre still jittery with the urge to run.Â
Taehyun entertains only you, saying, âI hoped that heâd just make things easy in the first place.âÂ
The man, dripping with water from his tattered, sopping rags for clothes, sneers. âI would not serve you if you fucking killed me. Of course you had to take my bridle.âÂ
You give Taehyun an expectant look. Youâre in dire need of being filled in.Â
âHis bridle,â he says, grabbing the reins that still hang from the manâs face even in his human form and tugging him into a walk into the forest, âI grabbed it. He serves me, now. He can hate it all he wants, but heâll do what I ask.âÂ
The thought makes you deeply uncomfortable, but you canât pin exactly why. It lives somewhere around the place inside you that loathed the way the folk made your kind into their glamoured servants. Â
âWeâre just going to bring him back with us?â You trail them tentatively back through the woods that you had arrived from. âLike a prisoner, or something?âÂ
âExactly like a prisoner,â the man says, excited to get a hit in on Taehyun. Of course, heâs unhappy. Â
He stumbles as Taehyun tugs him forward by his bridle. âShut your mouth,â Taehyun says. Itâs more commanding than angry. âWhatâs your name?â he asks him. Â
The man looks as though he wants to deny him that knowledge. Names are a powerful thing to a faerie. They spend their lives hiding them awayâto give away their real name would make them totally vulnerable to the whims of whoever knows and uses it. However, you assume that whatever hold Taehyun has over him now works in a similar way, and his lips move despite his revolt. Â
âBeomgyu,â he answers, eyes full of bite.Â
You climb between a pair of close-resting, gnarled trees. âDoes he have to keep that thing on, Taehyun?â you say, struggling with the sight of him being dragged along. Itâs unsettling. âLike, does it work without that?âÂ
Stopping, Taehyun reaches up to pull the bridle off and around from Beomgyuâs head. He lets it fall to the snow. âYou can use his name if you need to command him and Iâm not around. Heâll have to do what you say.â Pushing Beomgyu into a walk, he says, âYouâre going to protect us if in any case we need it. That includes her. Youâre going to stay within my estate, unless one of us brings you somewhere. You wonât try your hand at any escape, and you wonât make any attempts to harm us either directly or by omitting something you are aware will do so.âÂ
You rub your hands together to generate heat as he lists his commands. Why would he even need those precautions, if Beomgyu is supposed to be his compulsory servant now? Would that not mean that heâd be unable to harm him? Either Taehyun is being extra precautious, or the command he has over him is weaker than you had thought at first. Beomgyu scowls the whole way through. Perhaps if Taehyun had not spoken those exact words, he would have lunged at him.Â
As the kelpie stalls, Taehyun urges him forward once again with a shove. âWalk,â he snaps. âYou did this to yourself. If youâd been a respectable man, Iâd have only asked for your help when we needed. Now, youâre following us everywhere.â He allows him to stew on that for a little before saying, âYou do your job well and Iâll let you return to your waters. Iâll forget I even made you my servant, and youâll live knowing youâre no longer in my debt. Youâll not have to worry that someone might tame you again, because I already had, and I wonât even utilize it. Weâll never even make each otherâs acquaintance again. Youâll be free to toil in your forest, and I will stay far away. All I need is for you to keep us alive and unharmed.âÂ
At least he doesnât intend to keep him forever as an eternal servant. Most faeries that fall into debts work their long lives as living servants. Your years as Nut-hatch's worker taught you how that life whittles your soul down. Hundreds of years of just that is unfathomable. Maybe that is the cost of betraying honor here, though.
âSo be it,â Beomgyu says, teeth gritted. Â
You continue to trudge through the forest behind them.Â
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Once youâre within the walls of the estate and Beomgyu is given a place to stay, you turn to Taehyun. âWhat part of that was safer than trusting Yeonjun?â you say. Â
His eyes drop closed and he sighs. âIt was worlds safer,â he grits out. âI knew what I was doing. You had that hag stone, and Iâd have cut him down if he tried anything.âÂ
He stretches out his shoulders, shifting them uncomfortably under the fabric of his tunic. You know that his sewn-up wound bothers him. Could it be getting infected? You hope notâan infection this early on would most definitely mean it would be a nasty one. If only he werenât insistent on pretending that itâs nothing. âI donât think you couldââyou gesture at your own shoulderââyouâre going to infect your shoulder. I donât know how to treat an infected wound that big.âÂ
âI wouldnât have even gone there if I thought I couldnât handle it. I had a plan. I can protect us just fine.âÂ
Us. Youâve been wondering what your purpose here might become once you abandon returning to your duties. Would you be staying with Yeonjun? If he betrays you, and Taehyun were to push you out now that youâre no longer partners in duty, where would you go? Crawl to the doorstep of some random faerie to place yourself in their services, just to find yourself a warm place to stay? Taehyun now makes it clear that he still sees the two of you as a pair, but why? You still canât understand why heâd suddenly switched up the moment you said youâd stay here even if he left. Realistically, he shouldâve killed you for being a traitor to the king that he serves. You know that his intentions are more complex than that, but you fail to grasp where they lie. His actions and his words clash. Â
âAnd when Yeonjun doesnât betray us? What will all of this be for?âÂ
âThis doesnât stop at the prince,â he says, âthere are more players than just him and The Queen. Any one of them could determine that weâre liabilities. Donât you think that we should prepare for that? We came here as spies infiltrating their court from the very king that they rebel against; of course theyâll have plans for us. Itâs still best that you stay your distance from the prince from this point on, regardless, unless you bring the kelpie.âÂ
Your mouth drops open, brows pinching. You donât like the thought of being chaperoned at all. If Yeonjun is to betray you, then itâll be your own fault. You can take the consequences of your actions just fine. âI think I can make that decision for myself,â you say, voice low. âAnd I can protect myself, too. Are you saying my skills arenât up to your standards? Well, I didnât spend that time working on them for nothing, and I donât plan on stopping. I know Iâm not perfect, but I think I can at least use a dagger adequately.âÂ
âYou know thatâs not what I meant,â Taehyun says, eyes flat with frustration. âYou can protect yourself well. I know that. What I mean is that you shouldnât rest your life on his integrity. I have no doubts that youâd be able to protect yourself from him alone. Heâs delicate. The King doesnât pamper his children, but I have no doubt that the prince hasnât wielded a sword anywhere other than in sparring. But you donât know if youâll ever truly be alone, and you donât know whether or not heâs setting you up. I think you can at least agree that itâs best that you can acknowledge that and behave accordingly, no?âÂ
âI rested my life on your integrity today. Am I supposed to trust you blindly, too? What if youâre just stringing me along until you kill me for my treason to The King? You were his spy, no? How many years did you serve him? Why have you given it up so easily? Why are you staying here? None of it makes sense to me, but I still trusted you. Was I wrong for that? Are you a liar, Taehyun? Does your tongue tell lies?âÂ
His eyes crystallize, a few degrees colder than youâd seen them all day. âI can lie,â he says. âBut would I have done what I did today if I intended to kill you? Itâs time that you see that actions tell you so much more than words ever will.âÂ
Again, he treads around your questions about his intentions. âWhy are you staying here?â you repeat, studying him with your suspicion. Â
Heâs quiet.Â
âAnswer me,â you demand.Â
âIs this not my home?â he says.Â
Unsatisfied, you press more. âI thought you hated this place. Why would you want to stay here? Donât you have an awful reputation here?âÂ
His eyebrows shoot up, but his face stays hauntingly blank. Youâre used to his blank mask, but this feels different. âIf you think that I left here because of my reputation, then youâve fooled yourself.â He begins making for his quarters. âI have obligations to fulfilling my fatherâs role as Lord of this estate,â he says before turning and ending the conversation on his terms.Â
That leaves you just as confused. If he cared about his responsibilities here, he wouldâve never left them in the first place to become a spy under The King. It makes no sense. Whether or not itâs true, youâre positive that you arenât getting the whole story. You sigh and drag your feet bed-bound. You hope to never have another day as unending as today again.Â
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You dodge Beomgyu for the entirety of the day, not sure what to make of a new presence around the estate, even if itâs an indebted servant beast of a presence. Youâd half expected Taehyun to rope him up in the horse stalls outside, making that his permanent residence, but heâd given Beomgyu a place somewhere in the servantâs quarters. Youâre glad of itâyou may be wary of him, but you donât wish anything like that for him. Now that he has a more human form, you find yourself able to empathize with him more than you were when he was a hulking, killer water horse. He doesnât necessarily run around muchâwithout a doubt because heâs not the happiest about being forced into Taehyunâs servitude. You donât blame him.Â
Despite your efforts, he enters the kitchens while youâre alternating between chomping on a slice of bread and a platter of dates. He eyes you. Though in this form his eyes are not as piercing, theyâre still heavy. Â
You offer him a slice of the bread and push the platter toward him. âHungry?âÂ
He shakes his head. âI donât eat the way you do.âÂ
Then whyâd he come to the kitchens? Either heâs exploring, or he came looking for you. âNot even like this?â you ask, gesturing down to his form.Â
âI eat when someone is foolish enough to come to my waters,â he says. âI thought Iâd be eating yesterday, but the Lord subverted those plans, didnât he?âÂ
You laugh a bit, though itâs absurd to laugh about being eaten with the same creature that had intended to do so. Â
âI sometimes go for more years than the entire span of your human life without eating,â he says, tilting his head to one side. Shaggy locks of hair follow his head with it. Itâs unkempt and in dire need of a washing to rid it of dirt.Â
You gesture at his dirt-smudged cheek. âDo you want to clean up? Iâm sure Taehyun has some clothes to spare for you. There are some pretty nice bathing quarters, here, too. The kind that makes you reluctant to get out.âÂ
A wry smile cracks across his face, a bit feral like the rest of him. âIâm not afraid of some dirt. These are my clothes. Iâd go naked before dressing myself in his.âÂ
âOkay, then,â you snort, shrugging. âNo baths.â You rip a bite out of the wrinkled fruit in your hand. âHow did you even end up... in debt to Taehyun?â you ask, eager to fill yourself in. If Taehyun insists on not telling you anything, youâll find it in other places. Youâd picked up that it had something to do with his father, but you need to know more. The more youâre able to piece together, the better youâll be able to make sense of Taehyunâs behaviors. You hope so, at least. He holds is truths very close to himself, and almost everybody else seems to harbor a poignant distaste for him.Â
Beomgyuâs face sours up again. âI had a dispute with his father. The General was going to raze my forest and kill each one of us. Iâd called on him and asked for his help. Iâm not sure what he did, but The General never came. If I knew itâd land me like this, though...â He grimaces. âIâd have just let him make me history.âÂ
Reigning in the laugh that bubbles in your chest at his resentment, because youâre positive that you finding humor in his misfortunes would ruffle him, you nod and pocket that information. âThen, why didnât you just agree to help when he tried to collect your debt in the first place?âÂ
âI was going to,â he snaps. âHeâs just a prideful creature. No patience. If heâd waited a few moments, Iâd have agreed.âÂ
Humming, you donât tell him that heâs definitely the one who wound himself up like this. Taehyun had made it clear multiple times that Beomgyu needed to stop playing around. Â
Taehyunâs voice comes from the doorway, cutting into the conversation with its matter-of-factness. âSpeaking bad on my name while Iâm away, kelpie? Should I amend your list of commands to include watch your mouth?â His tone is bare and humorless.Â
Beomgyu bristles beside you, about to rebut him before you spy the weapon at Taehyunâs hip and interrupt before they can come to verbal blows. âWhere are you going?âÂ
Taehyun rips his icy gaze from Beomgyu to you. âTo Court,â he answers, plain and as if it were obvious.Â
Furrowing your brows, you say, âCourt? Why didnât you tell me weâre going? I donât want to get ready in a rush.â Your mind turns. You werenât even sure what youâd be doing now that youâre no longer here as spies. Thereâs no need to infiltrate Court, now. Would you just be attending as revelers? Not to mention that Yeonjun no doubt has no clue that youâre even staying. You hadnât seen him since youâd ran to him yesterday morning and had your world thrown for a loop as he revealed his truth. How had so much happened in one day? Â
His mouth hardens. âYouâre not attending with me,â he says, knuckles turning white over the pommel of his sword. âYouâll stay here with him today.âÂ
Your heart thrums in your chest; not with fear like it had been doing so much over the span of the last few days, but with anger. âWhat?â you say, shock straining your voice. âNo. Iâm getting ready; wait for me, or donât. I donât care.â You spin on your heels to do just that, gritting your teeth. He thinks he can tell you what to do? Is that it? You donât care what heâs done for you, or what power he thinks he has over you because of it. Youâd left your life of taking commands behind for a reason. This was supposed to be new beginnings, not just your past life under a new skin.Â
He catches your upper arm frantically. Whipping your head to him, you rip yourself away from him and back off. âI said, no,â you grit out, lips twitching into a heavily emotional scowl. Itâs not just that heâs telling you to stay back today: you know that what heâs doing is much bigger than that. It sends memories of a life in a seamstressâ cottage flooding back. You struggle to keep your head afloat, to keep yourself from drowning in it, but theyâre old and deep wounds.Â
âOh, look at that,â Beomgyu croons. âYou are just like him. Except, your father was a general, so at least he had some reason to believe that folk would obey him. You? Not so much.âÂ
Taehyunâs head snaps to him. He barks a command. âLeave.âÂ
His eyes flash and he reels against it, but Beomgyuâs body moves against his own will. Thereâs a spark of ravenous hate smeared across his lips and in the glare he gives Taehyun as he leaves.Â
âSo, youâre just going to hand out commands and expect them to be followed now, huh? Because youâre suddenly just... taking up this role as Lord? Well, youâre not my Lord. Youâre not his, either.âÂ
He crosses his arms over his chest. âStop that.âÂ
Laughing a bitter laugh, you spit, âStop what? Oh, Iâm sorry. I should just obey you like a good human does, huh? âCause thatâs what weâre for, right? My bad, Iâll get a head start on working around the estateâwhat would you like for dinner, my lord? Or, do you need me to press your clothes? Go ahead and place your glamour over me, so at least then I wonât have to serve you consciously.â Your words are angry, but you choke toward the end around the lump of emotion in the back of your throat.Â
He takes both your arms into his hands, his brow furrowed hard. âStop it,â he snarls. âStop it, damn it. Donât do that. Youâre not a servant here. Donât you try to cry to me, I expect better than this from you. Thatâs not it at all.âÂ
You shove back on his chest, putting some distance between you. âIâm not crying,â you say. âAnd, so what if I was? Thereâs nothing wrong with it. Really, I think itâd do you a little good to cry some time.âÂ
âItâs weak,â he says. âPitying yourself just ends up making you into a fool. If you just sit around and wallow, youâll stay where you are. The only thing you can do is act.â Â
That sounds about right coming from his lips. âIs that what your father taught you?â you ask. âWell, he was wrong. You can cry and try and take care of things at the same time. Crying is not the weaker emotion.âÂ
âIâm just asking you to stay back today,â he says.Â
âWhy?â you say, throwing your hands up in exasperation. âTell me why? Itâs not like weâre spying around or have some sort of mission to keep secret. Why canât I just go enjoy it like that for once?âÂ
âCan you just do this for me?â Taehyun says, jaw tight. âI just need you to stay.âÂ
Youâve become sick of him not telling you things. Being in the dark never feels good, but it especially feels like shaky ground now. If he thinks youâll be attacked, so what? Youâre the one who wanted to stay here. Let you come. Youâre better off being attacked as a group of three than he would be by himself, no?Â
You decide to lean into his own concerns to appeal. âWhat if theyâre waiting for you? Wouldnât it be better that Beomgyu and I are there? Isnât that why you did that whole thing yesterday?âÂ
He shakes his head. âIf they are, then itâll be easier for me to slip out if itâs just me.âÂ
Crossing your arms over your chest, you determine by the solemn lines to his face that heâs not going to give. âFine,â you say. âIâll stay here today. If itâs so necessary, Iâll stay here. Do you want me to stay inside the estate, too? Could I go see Yeonjun?âÂ
âIâd prefer that you stay here,â he says, slow and measured and veiling tension.Â
You shake your head, pairing it with a tired laugh. âYeah, right, I forgot. Heâs a threat too. Well, you have fun then.â Turning and departing from the kitchens, you leave behind your bread and dates. So much for lunch.Â
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Reaffirming Taehyunâs ability to lie, it was not just that one day. The next day, Taehyun slipped out for Court, sword on hip and pleading with you to stay in the estate on the terms that he believes they still might have an attack planned for you. It turned into a week that you were cooped up in the estate, and then two. The same walls youâd once looked at in wonder for their beauty became the ones you stared at mindlessly during the most boring of hours.Â
You spend most of your time listening to Beomgyu drone on and on about the ways heâd tricked faeries and humans. Heâs quite odd, but itâs not like you can blame him for itâmost of the folk are odd to you, and heâs an ancient beast among them. You feel like that warrants a spunky personality like his. Heâs nice company, anyway. Such a long life lends you an impressive wealth of stories.Â
You canât help but think about Yeonjun. Heâs got to have seen Taehyun at Court by now. If there havenât been any incidents at this point, doesnât that mean that he doesnât intend to betray you? The images of him thinking that youâre avoiding him makes you want to slip out to see him. You not sure why you donât. Maybe the lies that sat between you affect you more than you thought they did. Youâre quite the hypocrite, though. Youâd kept secrets just as much as he had.Â
You miss those stolen nights you two had shared. A knot, queasy and pessimistic, sits in your belly each time you lay in your bed and remember them and tells you that youâll never see anything like that again. Youâd allowed a girlish part of you to blossom beside himâa part of you that could throw caution to the wind and melt into the fun things in life. Â
As you rot your days away in that estate that has become more like a dungeon than an estate, you allow yourself to miss him only a little. Once it begins transforming into a certain impending doom about how youâd thought that staying here would be everything youâd ever wanted, you find something else to do. If you arenât toiling around by yourself or listening to Beomgyu drone, youâre practicing your combat skills. The times that Taehyun stops in to help you, it ends with you insisting that youâre fine to make appearances in Court by now, or at least see Yeonjun with Beomgyu in attendance. He never agrees. Each time, itâs the same awful excuse: Tensions are worse. He doesnât know if theyâre planning something. When you ask why he demands that he can attend, but you and Beomgyu canât join: Heâs a lord. Itâs his duty to attend Court.Â
The solstice is nearing, too. Youâd looked forward to it, honestly. Hopefully Taehyun will let you attend by then.Â
You sit crisscrossed on the hardwood flooring, running your fingers through your hair. Beomgyu is stood a couple feet away, and makes big gestures as he explains the one time heâd been called to attend Court as a solitary faerie. Moments like this have kept you grounded over the weeks.Â
âAnd the stupid crone tried to say that I was wrong for catching him,â he exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head as if the ancient memory were still as fresh as day one. Â
You laugh. âWhat did you even do to end up there, anyway?â you ask. You can hardly picture Beomgyu in the setting of Court, even more so meeting with The Queen and her council. Moreover, youâre intrigued to know what heâd said to talk himself out of trouble. Youâre amazed that he managed to make a sufficient enough case to save his life.Â
âThey said that Iâd been taking too many of their folkâhah! I must eat too, you know? Oh, the pretention! Do they expect me to starve? If a fool lands themselves on my pelt and then in my waters, itâs only natural that theyâre eaten. Iâm simply freeing them from one more mud-brained fool. The Courts are full of those, too. Itâd take me a millennium to eat them all. What are they so worried for, I wonder? They do the very same to their own people.âÂ
âArenât they ridiculous?â you say. Like you, heâd been an outsider in Court. Though youâre sure that itâs just as, if not more, intricate to those well-versed in it, to the ones like you two... Itâs odd to see. You had grown used to it in the time you spent there, but you still know what the first day had felt like. Anyway, you hadnât spent as many days there as you feel you had. All that had happened had bloated that time in your memories. âTo be quite honest with you, your kind are all so odd to me. I grew up among you, but still... my instincts are always kinda at odds with my surroundings, you know?âÂ
Beomgyu considers that for a moment, as if trying to view the fae from a humanâs eyes. âEven when we look so similar?â he asks you, grabbing at a lock of his hair and making a round gesture over himself.Â
You nod. âEven in this form, you just... I donât feel like Iâm looking into the face of another human. Maybe thatâs because I watched you turn to this from a horse, though.âÂ
âA kelpie,â he corrects. âWhat gives it away?âÂ
âSorry, a kelpie,â you snicker. You look over his face. Itâs so close to right, but somewhere in your mind you can decipher that something is not right. Like all of the fae, though, thereâs an unspeakable beauty there, beyond explanation. It demands your human attention. Even the most terrifying are beautiful. âWell, for starters, your ears. Theyâre pointy. All of you have that, and none of us do. And then... I guessââyou narrow your eyesââyour eyes? Theyâre just different. And your limbs are pretty lanky, too.âÂ
He frowns as if heâs unable to see it. âYou donât sound so sure,â he says, joining you on the floor. âIâve had quite some time to look at myself in my life. I donât think I ever saw any of that when I was in this form...âÂ
âIâm sure you did,â you say, lips turning up in a playful mock. A water creature no doubt has an eternity to stare into the water at themselves in its rippled reflection. âDid you do a lot of that?âÂ
Scowling, he huffs. âNo. But Iâm sure you would, if you looked like this, huh?âÂ
You roll your eyes. âYouâre ridiculous.â His face morphs from dismay to careful concentration. Frowning, you look around and ask, âWhat?âÂ
âI hear somebody,â he answers, pushing off the floor.Â
Your spine tingles, but you search for the logical explanation. âLike... Taehyun?âÂ
âNo... the walk is definitely different.â He strains to listen. âHeâs usually pretty quiet. This one... they donât conceal their footsteps.âÂ
Neither of you can get to a window to scope anything out before thereâs three heavy knocks from the door, the metal knocker ringing. You shoot him a wary look and tilt your head toward the door. You mouth the word, answer?Â
He considers for a moment and then nods. Well, heâs the one able to hear their approach. You trust theyâre at least not imminent danger. You pull the door open. A breeze of frost comes rushing in as you do, blowing your hair and as jarring as a hit to the face might be. Youâve been cooped up in here for so long youâve forgotten how bitter the cold here is. Â
Behind the door your eyes lock with a pair of inky ones, settled into a pinched and snooty face. âLetters from the palace I have for you, my lady,â she says, her voice mousy. She holds out a stack full of letters to you, all held together by some twine.Â
An errand runner. You furrow your brows down at her and accept them. The little hob wrings out her long fingers. âFrom who?â you ask her. Â
She bows her head to you hurriedly. âOh, from the prince, my lady! He sends these for you!âÂ
You look down at the stack in your hands, and your heart begins to run amok in your chest. Heâd sent to you? You thank her. She scurries off in the snow and you close the door, sharing a look with Beomgyu.Â
âThe prince?â he says, brows shot up. âMeaning, The Kingâs son? Heâs sent letters for you?âÂ
Nodding, you hold the stack close to you. Your feet ache to find your quarters and to begin tearing into each one; youâre ravenous for any sort of word from him. Does he hate you? Does he miss you? At least he still thinks of you. Youâd worried that he mightâve found another lady of the court to dote on in your absence...Â
âYeah,â you say over your shoulder, more interested in tearing the letters open than explaining to him why the prince would be sending you letters. Curiosity sits in his furrowed brow. You hadnât exactly prattled on about Yeonjun to him. Had you even mentioned him at all?Â
He tags along as you head to your room and plop onto your bed. You donât tell him to leave you; opening these letters alone... You appreciate his presence in some odd way. Â
Unstringing the pile, you pull the first one out and run a thumb over the wax seal that identifies it as definitely from the High Princeâa fine silver dusted over white wax and branded with the image of Yeonjunâs insignia, the fox. Itâs uneven and dribbled, clearly sealed by Yeonjun himself with the insignia ring he often wears on his finger. You pry it open and then unfurl the parchment inside.Â
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Beomgyuâs gaze burns holes through you as you read this first one. You sigh, pressing your lips into a thin line as you reach for the next one. This one twists a hot knife of guilt into your belly and up into your heart.Â
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âWhat do they say?â Beomgyu asks, timbred voice whipping you from the words that had settled a quaking ache in your chest. Â
Youâre not entirely sure how to tell him that theyâre desperate letters of the High Princeâs love for you, a worthless human girl that had avoided him on purpose. He probably wouldn't believe you, anyway. Leaving behind your old life, you had pleaded with the sky to make your life something worth note. It seems that it had answered. Fate works in odd ways like that, granting your wishes in the last way you might expect. Â
âA lot,â you say, brushing him off. Your voice cracks with it, though, Â
Hearing the veiled emotion, he frowns, inching forward to take a peek. âWhy are you upset?â he pries, and then gasps as a thought formulates in his head. âHave they called you to be tried by the council?â He considers his own suggestion for a long moment and then shakes his head. âYou hardly have gone anywhere enough to cause that degree of trouble, though.â Â
You let your face drop into your hands. Is the tremor in your chest from laughter, or from crying? You couldnât say. Maybe itâs both.Â
The kelpie makes an unsure sound, clearing his throat. âI... uh, I jest...âÂ
Collecting yourself, you say, âNo. Iâm not being called in for trial.â Â
Dried up rose petals come fluttering out with the next letter. The flower of love.Â
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Why hadnât you at least gone and told him that youâve stayed? How had you allowed yourself to feel fear when you think of him? You donât deserve his love. You donât even know if you deserve love at all. All it wouldâve taken was one night of slipping out. He deserved to know that youâre okay. You donât remember being this selfish. When had it happened? Maybe selfish is what becomes of you when youâve wasted a lifetime expected to serve others before yourself and then are granted the freedom to consider yourself first. You donât want to be selfish, though. Â
The one you pull open now is more raw. Hurt. The paper, scrawled in writing that becomes less elegant and more frenzied as you read down it, crumples in your hand.Â
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You stuff the letters back in their envelopes and shove them into a box in your wardrobe. If you donât, youâll read them over until youâre ill. Once over was enough for you.Â
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âThe Lord would have my pelt if I let you leave,â Beomgyu, crossing his arms firmly over his chest, says. âLet alone by yourself.â Realizing that his words insinuate that Taehyun holds any true power over him, he backtracks. âIf it werenât for the harness, Iâd be unconcerned with his anger, but... Of course, you know, Iâm obligated by my imposition to his word, so...âÂ
Tugging your boots on, you say, âSo, tell him I commanded you to stay. Youâll be fine.â Â
You had waited for Taehyun to leave for Court, anyway. You have hours of the night to sly-foot your way around him.Â
Youâd moped around for a few more days, your gut heavy with stones each time you remember Yeonjunâs letters. Stuffing them into a box, no matter how deep into the corner of your wardrobe, still could not wipe those words from your mind. Youâd turned them over and over until you couldnât handle imagining him writing those letters with a hopeful heart any longer. Â
The solstice is only a few days away now, too. Youâd been bound to the estate for weeks. Although youâre unsure what Taehyunâs real intentions are in boarding you in, you can no longer even care if leaving will end up getting you attacked. Youâve become a bird with clipped wings. Â
Even if your wings are out of order, youâll walk your way to your freedom. Hell, youâd crawl there. It just so happens that Yeonjunâs doorway feels like freedom in this moment. Â
Like heâd always said, the doors remain unbarred. You donât even have to use the metal knocker; you just push through the doors of swirling white engravements. Just as if nothing had changed. Heâd been waiting for you.Â
Instead of Yeonjun in his quarters, you find a brownie diligently working on doing up Yeonjunâs bedding. When she turns to you, her hands continue their efforts.Â
âThe prince is not here right now, dear,â she says, snout twitching. Round eyes recognize you before you can introduce yourself. âHeâs only just made for Court, though. You should catch him quite quickly, if you mean to.âÂ
It seems he hasnât given up searching for you in Court, either. You offer her your gratitude and slip out from his room. Picking up the hems of your dress, you race to catch Yeonjun before heâs arrived at Court. Once he does, things get more stickyâif Taehyun spots you... Pushing down the anxiety that bubbles up at the thought, you cross your fingers. Let luck be on your side. Â
Your Court dress, though heavy, feels nice on your skin. Although you often look down on court goers for their pompousness, you canât deny how good it feels to fit in. Thatâs perhaps the reason you cling to Court the way you do; youâre beyond desperate for belonging.Â
On the plush, snow-dusted bits of the forestâs floor, you spot a set of footsteps. Theyâre quickly being filled with the flurries. You clasp your hands in an overwhelming bout of gratitudeâluck had listened, this time. Those tracks are as fresh as can be. You double your pace.Â
Around a bend, youâre overjoyed to see his figure walking there. Finally hearing you coming over the roar of snowfall, he spins. His face pinches and then drops as he recognizes you.Â
âYou... You came?â he says. Disbelief flips his lips into a frown. âYou got my letters?âÂ
âI did,â you answer, catching your breath. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
A few feet float between you, the space not yet closed but so magnetic. His cheeks are tinged pink with the cold. Yours must be too. Â
âIâd thought you left. I thought Iâd never see you again.âÂ
Your chest caves in a little at the hurt in his voice and the way it clashes with the longing in his eyes. He wants to be angry; he wants to yell at you. He canât do either when heâs just thankful to see your face. You had missed his just as much.Â
âIâm sorry,â you repeat. âIt shouldnât have happened.âÂ
Yeonjun approaches you and takes your face into his hands. His fingers are ice on your skin. He swallows in your face, soft black eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and around the rest of it; just like heâd begged you to let him do in his letters.Â
âWhy?â Yeonjun asks you, brushing your hair back with his fingers like heâs just testing the feel of it.Â
You donât know how to answer him. You could tell him a lot of things: Taehyun told me to stay away. He had told me that youâd hurt me. Iâd started to believe him. I became scared of you. We had lied to each other. None of them feel adequate in this moment, so you shake your head.Â
His eyes harden to a degree as you donât answer. âWhy wouldnât you come talk to me, pretty?â he urges. âIf something was wrong, why couldnât you come to me? We canât leave things broken. I sent you weeks of letters. Weeks.âÂ
Weeks? Youâd only seen four. Â
âFinally, I got smart enough to send them when heâs at Court. And then you show up here. Tell me, how am I to think that youâre okay? When he wonât even let you speak with me?âÂ
You blink once. Twice. Taehyun had been intercepting letters. A pit of anger flares in your belly. Whatever this protecting thing heâs doing really is, youâre sick of it. Since when had he become your keeper? Heâd demanded that Yeonjun was trying to do just that, but here he is, and you have no clue why heâs doing it.Â
âI didnât know youâd sent letters until yesterday,â you tell him. âI shouldâve come and seen you.âÂ
Running his thumb over your cheek, he murmurs, âYouâre not going back there. Please, tell me youâll stay with me. If youâre to stay here in the north forever, let it be with me. We canât slip around like this forever.âÂ
Shaking your head in his hands, you pull back. You canât decipher the dread that washes over you at his suggestion once again. Your heart is wary with the need to do just thatâto not return to the estate where youâd become some sort of prisoner. Something washes over you and tells you that it wonât go the way youâd wanted, just as most things in your life hadnât.Â
Seeing the way you retract, Yeonjun becomes more desperate. âPlease,â he says, hands finding your shoulders to hold you as if youâll leave him there. Â
âWeâll figure it out,â you say. âJust give me a few days to think about it, okay?âÂ
His face stays drawn as if he wants to argue it, but he relents. Taking your frozen hands into his own and wrapping them up in attempts to warm them, he says, âOkay. Okay, letâs get away from this blizzard, then. Iâll wait for you, love.âÂ
Your chest sizzles. The cold isnât so bad, today. In a way, youâd missed it. You nod. Â
Yeonjun brings you to his chambers and urges you to settle into a plush seat. You run your hands over the embroidered whorls of thread on the cushions as you watch him rummage through a chest. âWhat are you looking for?â you ask him, drinking in his figure. Heâd switched his Court shirts for some more comfortable wear, but even in those he looks princely. Heâs so pretty. Your heart flutters as he fishes out what heâd been searching for and turns to you with a smile. He settles beside you carrying a leatherbound book and a miniature wood sculpture of a girl.Â
âThese,â he says, setting them down on the cushion between you. Â
You pick up the wood thing, looking over its painted pink cheeks and feeling the carvings that make its face. Itâs fitted with a dress; one unlike any youâd ever seen. Your brow furrows. âWhatâs this thing?â you ask.Â
âItâs called a doll,â he says explains. You feel his eyes on you, watching your reaction, not on the thing in your hands. âHuman girls carry them around to play with. They change the dresses and stuff. They even make things for them to hold, but... I couldnât get ahold of any of those.â Â
Heart stuttering, you look at the wood-carved thing. âHuman girls?â you ask, imagining a life where you too could have worried only about what dress your toy would wear. You revere the resilience your younger self had to have. At least you didnât know any better; you didnât know how you couldâve had it. That ignorance saved you. The painted eyes of the doll stare back at you.Â
âKinda cute, huh?â he says, smiling and scooting closer to fiddle with the thingâs hair. âThey even do their hair up all pretty.â Looking back up to you, he says, âItâs a shame that no human who has ever grown up here knows of things like these. Simple joys.âÂ
You nod, a little choked up. âYeah. I wish I had. It would have been nice to have something like this as a girl.â Â
He tucks some hair behind your ear to get a better look at your face from the side. âHow did you ever end up being a spy?âÂ
Tearing your gaze from the doll to meet his, you find a sadness there despite you not even having told him yet. Itâs as if he knows itâll hurt him already. You fiddle with the little dollâs dress as you recount. âI was a servant to a seamstress,â you start. âA royal seamstress, too. She was favored well by the gentry. She brought in hordes of clients and made dresses and Court clothes for themâbut, really, her work mostly ended at being there to hear what theyâd want and inlaying the dresses with her magic when theyâd ask for it. The rest was my work. Taking their measurements, making their dresses... I worked her shop as soon as I became able to.â Memories of cruel and wicked faces that snickered at your expense or those who found it entertainment to scare you come back, as fresh as ever. Those memories never leave you; the ones so early on that theyâd calcified into permanent parts of your personality. That terrified little girl will always be somewhere in your mind. She surfaces quite a lot, these days. Â
âThere was this one time...â you say, trailing off to trudge up a more awful memory. âA Lady had come in to have a dress made. She brought a guard along with her. He was this massive troll with grey skin like a toad.â Youâd recall his details without any trouble for the rest of your life, you think. âIâd ran off to grab some fabric for the Lady, and he followed,â you say, voice wavering just how your little heart had wavered as you had turned around from the bolts of fabric to see the goblin stood there. âHe yanked me around by my hair until I sobbed, and then he had me get on the floor and beg him to let me live.â You know now that of course he wasnât going to kill youâhe wouldnât want problems with Nut-hatchâbut you hadnât known it then. You thought you were dead. âWhen he had enough of his fun, he let me go. When the other two saw how hysterical I was, all I got was being asked why Iâd left them waiting so long.â Â
Yeonjun asks, voice soft and tender, âThe seamstress allowed that?â His eyes are heavy with a mixture of emotions. You see sadness and anger there, but also something a bit more.Â
âNut-hatch?â you say. âOf course.â Theyâd known what he was doing in there, of course. Even a human could have heard it. As long as you served your purpose, the folk could not care less.Â
He looks taken aback at that, recognition turning his brows up. âNut-hatch? You worked for Nut-hatch?â he asks.Â
Nodding, you hum. You had no doubt heâd know her name. Her work was well-renowned in his fatherâs court and beyond. âI did.âÂ
His eyes rake over you for a long few beats before he turns your face up. âTheir names?â he asks.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âThe goblin and the Lady. What are their names?âÂ
You try to tug at the threads of that old memory. âI donât remember,â you say. Much of it is fresh, but you hadnât committed their names to memory. Inconsequential in the grand scheme of it. âItâs okay. Itâs passed now.âÂ
He doesnât look very convinced, mind wheeling behind his eyes. You donât want to stay on this memory for too long. Pushing it back into the dusty corner where it stays, you continue explaining. âI accepted that as my life for a long time, but... At some point, I just wanted more. I imagined all the ways I could find a new life as a human here. There are so many other things Iâd preferred, but the only one I could manage was that. Even that, I was wrong about. Iâm not really made for that, you know?â You lighten your tone in hopes that itâll make your chest feel lighter as well. Â
He listens intently and then leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. Pulling you into his chest and keeping you notched under his chin, he says, his voice smooth to your ears, âIâm so happy youâre here now, pretty.âÂ
Letting out the weight in your lungs in a long, meaningful sigh, you melt into his touch. Itâs difficult not to when his body is so warm against yours. You revel in it for some time, just letting him smooth over your hair and rub your back. You try your best not to let any old, sad emotions pour out through your eyes; this is a happy moment. Youâve made it. Perhaps things had been harder than you imagined theyâd be, but you knew itâd be a long journey when you escaped that sewing cottage anyway.Â
Peppering a few last kisses to the top of your head, he releases you to pick up the book he had also grabbed from that chest. On the front it reads: Pride & Prejudice. Â
âA book?â you say, looking over the brown leather and gold printing. Itâs an unfamiliar name to you, but you never read much anyway. Â
He nods and pries it open. The spine crackles with age. âItâs also from the human world.â Thumbing through the pages, he adds, âItâs a story. I read it often, itâs quite a nice one. I want to give it to you so that you can read it too; itâs a beautiful love story.âÂ
You lean in to take a look at the words, too perfect to be handwritten. âWhere do you get all this stuff?â you say. It reminds you of heâd brought you to that market for human goods. He seems to be interested in things that are human. Perhaps that includes you. Either that or he continues to show you these kinds of things for your sake.Â
âI lived in their world for some years,â he says, flipping through the pages. âItâs quite different. Though... I found myself not wanting to leave. When the time came, I brought these back with me to remind me of that time.âÂ
Lived? Not just visited, but Yeonjun had lived in the human realm? Your heart flurries with a lifetime of wondering what your true home was like. How ironic is it that he knew more of humans than you? That youâre the one asking him questions about your kind? âHow long?â you ask first. âAnd why were you living there?âÂ
âJust for something my father wanted me to do,â he answers, âSomewhere around a decade, I believe.âÂ
Heâd spent ten years there. Multiple things click into placeâno wonder heâs so able to understand your human emotions. No wonder it feels as though youâve been seen to a different degree by him than youâd ever known before. Heâd spent years with your kind. âWhat is it like?â you say, not sure where to begin with your questions.Â
He smiles fondly. âYou wouldnât even be able to believe me, pretty. Youâll just have to see it.âÂ
See it. âYouâd take me there?â you say. Â
âOf course,â Yeonjun says, frowning. He takes one of your hands into his, pressing a kiss to it. âYou deserve to see it.â He presses another kiss to your skin, now at your wrist. The hair on your skin raises at the contact. His eyes find yours as he begins a slow ascent of kisses up your arm. Each is warm and sends your spine blazing. Once he reaches your shoulder, he slows down, leaving a long moment between kisses. He continues this paceâone that both makes you wish heâd slow down and that heâd hurry and quell your wantâright up the juncture of your neck and up the column, too. His controlled breaths puff out like fire on your skin where his mouth lingers. You let your head back to help his path up. He places one final kiss at your jawline before his lips land on yours, drunken and in no rush at all. Â
You canât help the visceral urge to run your hands over his soft skin, to check if the warmth there was real or if youâd manifested it in your longing. Yeonjun breaks this lethargic kiss just to laugh, but heâs quick to recapture your lips. He meets your hand and brings it under his silken shirt, guiding you up the soft planes of his abdomen.Â
Pushing you back, he whispers into your mouth, âI missed you so much, pretty.âÂ
You rememorize the gentle muscles of his stomach beneath your palm. âIt was only so many days,â you tease, âyouâre just horny.âÂ
He lets go of your hand to begin slipping down your dress from the shoulders. âYeah?â he hums, gobbling up each inch of skin that he reveals. âI suppose I am. Itâs a gift to be able to love you in this way.â Once the fabric is clear of your hips and heâs tugging it down your legs, his face turns sly. He studies your wettened core. âI think you missed me too, though, love.âÂ
You drag your bottom lip into your teeth. You had. Your chest thumps rhythmically in your chest, syncing like symphony with the throb between your thighs.Â
Blood sings in your veins when he places his palm right on the boundary between your lower belly and your cunt. Your stomach soars, too, so excited by his touch so near where your body craves it. He runs it up, feeling the curves of your body, up to your breast. You expect him to stop and pay attention to your chest, but he presses his hand down right over your heart and feels its beating against his palm. His eyes flutter to a shut, and he leaves his hand there for a few moments, relishing in it. Â
âWhat other purer form of love can I show you?â he says, tapping on your hip. âOn your hands and knees, baby.âÂ
You flip, your limbs a bit clumsy in anticipation. Once youâve found your way there, he dances his fingertips on the small of your spine.Â
âDid you think of my touches while we were apart?âÂ
âMhm,â you hum. Especially on the nights when the estate seemed the emptiest. Some nights, your fingers were just not enough to save you, and youâd contemplate making a big escape to find him. Â
âWell, I shouldnât make you wait too much longer then, huh?â he coos, running that hand down to ghost touches over your slit. Though minimal, you jolt. Youâd been so ravenous for this. Heâd worked his shirt off so that when he leans forward to meld his chest to your back, itâs his skin that touches yours, not fabric. His hand stays ghosting touches that leave you softly gasping.Â
He teasingly pinches your clit, laughing in your hair at the sharp hiss it draws from you. âSo reactive,â Yeonjun muses. His fingers find their way to your hole. He dips the middle two in. âJust like the first time we made love like this. Your lovely face is burned into my mind, pretty. You have such hungry eyes.â As he pushes his fingers in, he uses his free hand to tilt your face against the cushion so that he can better see your eyes.Â
You sigh, shuddering and breathy, as he begins to curl his fingers. It only takes him a few curls to rediscover that spot that has sparks flying behind your eyes.Â
âThere?â he asks, chin on your shoulder. âThat feel good, darling?âÂ
Your muscles tremble at their own accord, rendering your huffs trembled as well. âYes,â you answer. Each meaningful curl hits its mark, knees unsteady pillars that dig into the cushions. âSoâso good. Please donât stop.â Â
He maintains a sickening paceâyour muscles twitch around his giving fingers, just enough so that your entire body buzzes and your stomach twists, but not enough to send you shaking yet. You collapse down from your elbows, chest in the cushions. He brushes back the hair that obscures your face with the movement, adamant to see your face. Â
He eggs you on by curling deeper; faster. Your answering groan is shaky and tenseâyou canât get enough of the knot he curates in your belly, but at the same time, itâs daunting. He sits back, but his fingers donât falter. His free hand explores, feeling your body up for all the time he couldnât. Â
Stomach taut and brimming on your peak, you suck in a breath. Your orgasm sits so close, running a line of electricity from between your legs up to your spine, raising goosebumps on your skin. Â
Your eyes fly open, mouth ready to scold, as Yeonjun pulls his fingers from you. Your chest bubbles up with frustration, your orgasm drifting off to somewhere else. âWhy?â you ask, cheeks burning. It slips and slips away from you, hole twitching around nothing as if seeking out just enough stimulus to bring it crashing back. âI was so close.âÂ
His hand soothes the loss ever so slightly by circling your cunt, but he does not make the mistake of offering you any touch where you most need it. It only prolongs the float down, keeping you suspended. You abhor it. Â
âPlease,â you whine.Â
He doesnât entertain your whines. He only continues to deliver just enough to torment you until heâs sure that youâre not so wound up that youâll cum the moment he touches you, and then he slides his fingers back in and begins building up a more tense knot with pointed curls. Your insides delight in the return of attention, falling almost instantly back into a brutal climb. Yeonjun doesnât bother with languid, teasing strokes now. He aims for your ruining.Â
You writhe against the cushions. Your heart is a fluttering bird in your chest, trilling at the prospect of your release. Itâs so closeâso close that you might be able to just touch it. It tastes like honey on your tongue, painting your words sweet. âLove you,â you tell him. âLove you so much.âÂ
Yeonjun rewards your sweetness with his free hand on your throbbing clit, sending your hands gripping at the cushions. You wiggle your hips helplessly in search of just the right amount of friction that itâll finally give you want youâve been wanting. âYes,â you mewl. âYes, so closeââÂ
âWait, baby,â he commands from behind you. âItâll feel so much better. I promise. Hold it back.âÂ
He reins in his touches once again, not stopping like last time. Itâs not enough to put a stop to the orgasm rippling right under your skin, right at the edge of ripping through you. You canât hold it back; itâs right there.Â
âNo,â he says, once again ripping his touch from you. It doesnât stop anythingâyou go rigid just before it crashes over you, and then youâre shaking without his hands even on you. You cum with a vengeanceâbody reclaiming twofold what he had denied you. Â
âHoly shit.â Yeonjun groans watching you come unraveled without his help. âSo riled up that youâre cumming by yourself, pretty,â he says, running a hand around to feel your belly muscles twitching and the way they roll along with the twitches of your hips. He eggs on your orgasm with gentle touches at your clit, sending you jolting, until youâre a panting mess and he can tell that youâve had enough.Â
You attempt to push yourself off your chest, but he gently guides you back down with a palm against your back. âStay there, pretty. You can handle a little more, right? You did so well, I know you can. Let me make love to you, darling.âÂ
The cushions are awfully warm against your skin and youâre still dealing with the waves of pleasure that drift up from your cunt, but you nod your head for him. ââKay,â you say.Â
The rustling behind you tells of how heâs slipping out of the rest of his attire. You lay boneless as he does, focusing on the waves running down your thighs. Itâs ecstasy in its purest form. It floats through your veins, addling any consciousness and breaking you down into what you are at your core.Â
The familiar prod at your entrance jolts you back to life. As he presses in, he presses a hand to your flushed cheek. Itâs a welcome temperature differenceâyou feel set ablaze in some sort of languid flame, one that takes its time to consume you. He laughs softly. âYouâre burning up,â he says as he bottoms out, as if the feeling of him filling you up isnât rendering you jittery in anticipation. âReady for me, pretty?â he teases, taking your hips into his hands. âI need you to make those pretty sounds for me. I want to know that theyâre just as sweet as I remember them.â He punctuates his sentence with deep rolls of his hips, aiming where he knows will have you singing.Â
Youâre helpless to the chorus of âOh's and âYesâs that he draws from you, the smacking of his hips and your sweet moans much too loud for you. You dread the thought of his servants hearing you and push your face into the cushions, muffling the array of sounds that bubble over. Itâs all you can doâyou could hardly contain your sounds.Â
Your scalp strains as he tugs your head back, tugging your face from the cushion. âNone of that, love. I waited too long for that. Donât hide your pretty voice.â Â
You shake your head. âToo loud,â you pant. âTheyâre gonna hear.âÂ
âI donât care who hears you. Let me hear how good Iâm making you feel, or Iâm going to stop. Do you want me to stop?â His fingers cling to your soft hips, betraying how much this is affecting him. You know that he hardly wants to stop.Â
Youâre turned to mush, though. In this moment, being heard feels nowhere near as awful as Yeonjun ceasing those dizzying thrusts. You shake your head, scalp aching against the movement. âNo,â you say, breathless. Â
âThatâs what I thought,â Yeonjun taunts, letting your cheek drop back into the fabric. âLet them hear our love. Let them hear how real it is, darling. Louder.â Â
You tentatively let your sounds out into the thick air, but he decides that itâs not enough for him. Taking his hand off your hip to brace himself on the seatâs plush armrest, he doubles down his thrusts, feverish and desperate to guide you both to a beautifully explosive end. Your mouth drops open, unfiltered words and sounds spilling out from your chest as you grab at the cushions for help. With the hand that he doesnât use to deliver those wild thrusts, he encases your hand in his own, threading his fingers between yours. Â
For a few more incandescent moments, Yeonjunâs room only consists of your unabashed cries, his alternating grunts and whines, the rhythmic and hollow smacks of his hips to your skin, and the musk of your passion. Frantic bodies dance against each other, skin against skin in the purest way. Your thighs tremble pathetically, his cock brushing against your sweet spot until you squeeze your eyes shut and ride out the quivering of your cunt around him. You squeeze his hand as you shake.Â
âYes,â his pretty voice whines, âJust like that.â Â
Picking up his pace, he chases to join you in your orgasm. He pants behind you, desperately fucking into you until his hips stutter and he stills, falling into your shoulder to deliver needy rolls and shooting warm spurts of his release into you. Â
You two stay like this for some unhurried moments. You focus on his heartbeat; feeling it thudding against your back reminds you that he is real, and he is love. You hold his hand in yours a little tighter.Â
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âI doubt that this will go exactly as you believe it will,â Beomgyu says, watching you do your hair up. Your eyes meet his in the vanityâs mirror. Â
Arms burning as your hold them over your head, your words come out clipped with the ache. âIt worked yesterday, didnât it?â you say. You push a filigree comb into your hair to secure it up. âI got back hours before he did.âÂ
âIâm not saying that Taehyun is right,â he says, âbut I think that it would do us both a favor if you practice a bit more precaution.âÂ
âWhat, are you afraid of Taehyun?â you ask, raising your brows at him in the reflection. Â
Your taunt hits its mark, Beomgyu shifting in your bed and scowling. âOf Taehyun, never,â he parries, âof the fact that he could ask me to do anything and Iâd do it, yes.â He shakes out his lightly matted tresses, a habit youâve noticed over the passing weeks. âI played a little too closely to the fire with him once, and it landed me like this: no longer the owner of my being. Iâd sooner chew off my own fingers than become his obedient dog, but I believe you also know that itâs best to soar low with this, no? Are we not together in this?âÂ
You press your lips into a thin line. In a way, youâd come to an alliance of sorts with Beomgyu. Despite his being a kelpie, the two of you are not so different now. Both confined to these walls, listening to Taehyun when he commands it. You donât want any of your actions to snap back on Beomgyu, though. With you attending Court today, itâs almost definite that Taehyun will see you. You turn to face him. âWhy donât you join us, then?â you offer. âIâll tell him myself that I commanded you to come with me. Iâm sure heâll be less upset if I have you there with me.âÂ
He gives it a thought, his eyes looking as tired and sunken as they always do. âIâm not one for Court,â he says.Â
âBut Iâll be there,â you plead, unable to help the twitching of smirk on your lips. âIf we do it together, it canât be so bad.âÂ
He frowns, but you can see that youâve won. âI grieve for how the forest left me to my own,â Beomgyu grumbles.Â
You surge up from your seat, eyes bright. âYouâll go?â you say, giddy to return to the thrill of faerie revelry and also to see the strange kelpie in the center of it.Â
Grimacing, he answers, âI will join you.âÂ
You take his hands into yours and press a cheeky kiss to his forehead. âYouâre not so scary as you try to paint yourself,â you tell him, watching as he catches bait. You laugh as he glowers.Â
âDonât push it.â He climbs off your bed. âIâm scarier than you should imagine, girl. I do this for my own reasons.âÂ
You pull a patronizing frown and nod. âOf course, I know.âÂ
You donât have to wait for him to get ready to any capacity; he tells you that he has no intentions of making any impressions, and youâve seen faeries in far more drastic states of disarray. Many show up for their reveling in just their skin.Â
Beomgyu drones on about how he detests the audaciousness of the gentry folk while you make for the hall. The forest around you is as quiet as you remember it being when youâd first met him. It reminds you that, no matter how used you become to him, he is a creature to be feared. The little folk are right to hide away. For you, though, his might is a relief: should Taehyun be right, youâll be safe. He moves at your beck and call. Though, the thought of forcing the kelpie to carry out your will is an uneasy one that you do not strive to fulfill.Â
Once the buzzing of Court comes into earshot, wonderful faerie music along with it, you breathe it in. âFirst time in... how long since youâve shown your face here?âÂ
âPerhaps four-hundred-something years,â he answers, looking over the scene with as much distaste in his face as his voice. âWe solitary folk donât make ourselves known here unless to bow to a crown. I do not bow to any crown.âÂ
Itching to find your prince, you gesture toward it. He should be fineâCourt is supposed to be an insouciant place. âDonât they host anybody who decides to come? Faerie hospitality, and all that? Youâll be fine.âÂ
âItâs all hospitality until you step foot from those trees,â he says. âAnd even hospitality is sometimes betrayed. You know how capricious we can be, Iâm sure.â Â
You approach the warm lights, but his words remain with you. It beckons you to remember that their minds are fickle and fundamentally different from yours. However you think they may act, they might act in the complete opposite way. You should at least let that guide how you conduct your actions a little bit.Â
As you breach the pillars of trees and are finally surrounded once again by their pinched faces and gangly limbs, you search for both Taehyun and Yeonjun. You see neither, and so you make your way to the tables to seek snacks. You scour them for something sweet to chew over as you wait for him to appear. Heâd said heâd be coming around this time, right? You surely hadnât mistaken the time heâd told you?Â
Beomgyu speaks from beside you, observing a hag that loiters nearby. âIs he not here?â he asks.Â
Shrugging, you say, âHeâll be here soon.â Â
You watch the hag inching closer, bent over with age; though, you assume thatâs sheâs been old for the entirety of her life. Her pointed ears droop from her thin tresses of silver, cuffed with gold. Â
Turning from her, you gesture over the cavorting crowds, more frantically chasing their merriments than ever before. The solstice arrives tomorrow; they welcome its presence with their excitement. âThis is all for the solstice?âÂ
He offers you an affirmative nod. âJust some excuse to entertain themselves like this,â he explains, âthe solstice will arrive whether they encourage its coming or not. I believe that they just enjoy this debauchery too much.â His hollow eyes rake over the throngs. âAnyway, many of them are just here because itâs the only time that theyâll see Court. Otherwise, only the gentry gather here.âÂ
âWhat makes you any different than them?â you ask. âWhat makes you so averse to offering your allegiance to the High Courts? Would it not be nice to have their protection, and to keep them off your back?â You seek Yeonjun once more in the crowds, but still, he doesnât appear. âYou know, so they donât call you in for things like eating too much?âÂ
âI do not surrender my sovereignty to any. Come they to my doorstep and demand that I do, I could not care. Iâm content with the way I make my life.â Â
His refusal to do just that must be why Taehyunâs father had come to claim his life. Youâre sure that itâs also why the coming of the Generalâs son to steal his autonomy mustâve made him so angry. You donât blame him. Â
Why would The Queen demand fealty from the solitary folk? Youâd thought that, like the High King, sheâd leave them to their forests. If theyâre all as adamant as Beomgyu, it seems like a lost cause.Â
âWell,â you say, âIâm glad thatââÂ
A gnarled hand, fingers knobbed against your skin and skin about as soft as tree bark, tugs your arm. You spin to find who owns it. Â
The hagâs eyes remind you of Beomgyuâs, piercing and dull with the weight of a long life. Though, hers are much more unsightly than his mud-brown ones, saggy eyelids drooping over a pair of eyes with ink-black where the whites of her eyes should be. She pulls you toward her by your skirts. Â
You tug yourself back, pinching your brows. âWho are you?âÂ
She points her clawed, grey hand out at you, bangles of gold and chunky beads jingling as she does. âYou, girl,â the hag says, urgent. Her voice is harsh and it crackles as she speaks. She reaches inside of her furry robes and produces a wood trinket from it. In her palm that she shoves at you lays a bit of wood carved into the shape of a wolf, painted in black. Its shaggy black fur reminds you of the kind Taehyun would sometimes wear over his shoulder. Â
âI donât need that,â you say, rejecting her hand. Nothing in faerie comes for freeâthe hag just sees a human girl that she can offer free things to in hopes that youâll know no better and take. Then, youâd be in her debt, and sheâd demand something from you. You do know better, though.Â
âOh,â she says, shaking her head as she draws out the word. âYou do, girl. Take it, take it. You need it, I know it. Take it, I wonât hold it to you, girl, just have it.â Razor teeth appear behind her curled lips. âIt is dormant with me. But, in your hands... Take it.â She shakes her jousted hand out at you each time she demands that you take it. âIt offers you protection. It would do no good in my possession. It beckons me to give it to you, its pleas are so loudâloud, loud, loud! Take it off my hand, wonât you?âÂ
Her urging unsettles you, but so do her words. You assume that itâs inlaid with some sort of protective enchantment. Why would you need protection? Although, she could also just be fooling you. She could be holding a perfectly plain hunk of carved wood in her palm for all you know. You shoot a look at Beomgyu. If she were any trouble, heâd tell you.Â
He looks about as lost as you do, shrugging.Â
âOh, sakes!â the hag grumbles, clutching her robes to her body. She takes Beomgyuâs hands and places the thing there. âThere. I have no reasons to be here fooling humans. Useless debts, what could you give me? Nothing I need.â She points a sturdy, twiggy finger at you. âKeep it on you, girl, else it wonât do its work.âÂ
With those final ill-boding words, the hag hobbles off, her curved back disappearing between the gaps in the crowd.Â
âHere,â Beomgyu says, regarding the trinket with his observation. âThat hag really wanted this to be yours, so I think it ought to be in your hands.â He tries pushing it off to you.Â
Laughing, you donât reach out to take it, darting his hand with your whole body. You hang your hands in the air. âIâm not taking that thing,â you say. âShe handed it to you, so I really think it ought to be in your hands.âÂ
He deadpans. âIâve just been collecting myself a heap of debts, havenât I?â He closes it into his fist for his lack of pockets. âWhatâs this one to add?âÂ
âDoes it... feel like it has anything bad on it?â you ask, remembering how heâd identified your geas. âLike a curse, or a bad enchantment, or something?âÂ
Shaking his head, he says, âNo. I feel it does have a protective purpose, but the magic there is... odd. Hard for me to decipher. Probably that hagâs.â Â
You purse your lips, nodding. Regardless, whatever protection that thing might have offered you, youâll be fine without it.Â
Shaking off the odd interaction, you resume perusing the snack platters in your wait. You skip over glazed pinecones. Those would be terrible on your human stomach and teeth. You can only imagine how theyâd jab at your gums. You opt for a helping of braised fiddlehead ferns. Chewing on the furled thing, you entertain yourself with the revelers. Littler folk dart in and out of legs. Long-limbed gentryfolk with flowers in their hair spin with interlocked hands at the center of the clamor. Sharp-eyed faeries with even sharper mouths speak in clusters, no doubt scheming. In all its oddness, youâd missed it. Â
 A silk-smooth voice steals your attention. âA kelpie?â Yeonjun says, regarding Beomgyu beside you. âNow, how did you manage to befriend a kelpie? Even better, how did you drag it here?âÂ
Your chest lights up. âLong story,â you say, brushing his curiosity off. âWhat took you so long?â Â
Heâs dressed in his Courtly bestâcuffs made of ruffle and an array of rings decorating his fingers. They catch light as he brings his hand up to run a hand along the expanse of your collarbone. He hesitates to answer for a split second. âI ran into Kai on my way,â he explains. âHeâs performing here today and for tomorrow's solstice.âÂ
Accepting his answer, you go to tell Beomgyu that youâre going off, but heâs not even there as you turn. He mustâve wandered off as Yeonjun had arrived.Â
âWant to join them?â he asks, tilting his head toward the dancing bodies. Soft black strands drift over his eyes. Â
Shaking your head, you offer him some of the sweets youâd been eyeing, knowing that heâs got a knack for sweets. âNot today. I think I want to remember all of tonight, and, well...â Memories of the way youâd danced uncontrollably until itâd fade to black lick at your mind. You want to revel in your return to normalcy fully, not with a buzzing mind. You canât deny the allure of that tingling in your bones as you hear the faerie music, though. It curls a wild finger at you, beckoning.Â
An uncomfortable look passes through his eyes, gone as fast as it had come. âAll right, darling,â he hums, accepting the sweets. âDoes the Lord know youâre here?âÂ
Lips tugging into a faint frown, you say, âNot yet, I think.â The quick expression doesnât go unnoticed by you. Unlike the ice the Taehyun offers you, Yeonjun wears his feelings all over himself. Itâs just one way that they are fundamentally different. âIs something wrong?âÂ
Yeonjun looks taken aback at your asking. âIâm doing just fine,â he says. âWhy do you ask?âÂ
He does not say nothing wrong. You know it is because he cannot lie. You look him over. What had happened? And, why is he averse to telling you the truth? âJust thought you looked a bit upset.â You shrug. âDid you want to dance?âÂ
His nose crinkles with a laugh. âNo, pretty. Iâd be in your presence doing nothing and still be content.â He takes your hands into his, the metal on his fingers biting cold against your skin. âHow about we go listen to Kai play?âÂ
He leads you to where the musicians work at concocting their works, claiming a chalice of some drink from a table on the way. Kai, of course, stands away from the rest, back to a tree while his fingers dance on the strings. You look around for Taehyun from here, but still, you donât see his face.Â
Yeonjun holds the chaliceâs neck between his middle two fingers, sipping from it. âItâs nice to know that even as this season ends, I wonât be forced to go back there.âÂ
His pretty lips wrap over the edge of the chalice as he drinks from it. âWonât your father know something is up when you donât return?âÂ
Nodding slowly, he grimaces. âI suppose that time has finally come.âÂ
You squeeze his hand in yours. âWe both sacrificed things to be here, huh?â you say. You donât know a lot of what Yeonjunâs life back in his home court was like, but you know that it would be hard to revolt against your own family for anybody. Even for the prince of Faerie.Â
He captures your eyes, his soft brown ones making crescents with his gentle smile. âWe did,â he muses.Â
âRemember our first night in Court?â you say. Youâd been so uneasy, searching for a place to fit in. Then, from the crowds of overwhelming faces, heâd appeared, all charm and welcoming smiles. How couldnât you have let your heart fall?Â
Another flash of disconcertment, his smile faltering. He hides it behind another sip of his drink. Swallowing, he nods, laughing off-kilter. âI do. I think watching you dance that time was the best thing Iâve ever seen.âÂ
Odd, but you donât push the issue. If he says that heâs fine, it must just be something to little effect. âWhat made you come up to me that night?â you say, remembering how confused youâd been when such a pretty gentry boy had taken interest in you. Youâd agonized over why heâd done so for long, and sometimes you still, but youâve made some peace with it by now. Â
His lips are tight. âI... Itâs hard to explain.âÂ
You accept that answer at face-value and let your head fall into his shoulder while you watch Kai dutifully work at his songmaking. Among those making the music for Court, his contributions stand out as the most enthralling. Faerie music is too elusive for you to decipher why, but perhaps itâs just his lazed passion. âI understand,â you say. His shoulder is tight and less cushy than you expect it to be. Looking up to him, you frown to see how heâs looking down at you, eyes stormy. He looks like heâs sick to his stomach. You go to ask if heâs going to be okay, but he speaks before you can.Â
âPretty, I... I have to tell you something.â He pulls you off of him to look into your eyes. Heâs always been so steadfast and sure, but now his gaze wavers. âIâm so sorry.âÂ
Your stomach drops. You donât like the way heâs looking at you. âWhat?â you say, a tingle in your spine telling you that something isnât right; that youâre not going to like what heâs going to say. âYeonjun, youâre making me nervous. Is something wrong?âÂ
You know itâs awful and youâre not sure why you do it, but for a split second, you inspect the hall for possible attackers. A terrible bout of potent adrenaline makes you want to run or cry. Beomgyu is here, right?Â
He swallows hard, face a ghostly pallor. âI canât keep doing this,â he says, voice trembling. âI need to tell you the truth, itâs... itâs been eating me alive. I canât look into your sweet face and know...âÂ
Acid climbs up your throat. Your heart joins it, thick in your throat and choking you. âWhat? Know what Yeonjun?â you ask, lips trembling. Your skin prickles, hair raising. You may throw up. He looks stricken in place, not answering you. âWhat?â you demand.Â
âI didnât come up to you for no reason that day.âÂ
Your heart, still caught in your throat, bursts. Itâs a horrifying, bloody affair. âNo,â you say, shaking your head. You feel so removed from your body that you can almost envision how your blood-drained face might match his.Â
âI knew that you were the spies the moment I saw you. It was....â He sucks in a breath. Your world spins around you as you wait. âI was supposed to determine who the spies were. I was supposed to have them killed, but pretty, I knew I couldnât do that the moment I saw you. I thought it was just going to be some... some random faerie that Iâd...âÂ
If your world was spinning before, itâs now flipped upside down and inverted. âNo,â you repeat, a guttural plea that you know wonât change anything. Itâs the only word that your mouth will make for right now, though.Â
Youâre hurt. Youâre scared. Youâre angry. Youâre frozen.Â
Yeonjun grabs for your hands, but you rip yourself away from him, your glaring eyes so at odds with your wobbling lips. âIt doesnât change anything,â he says. âIt doesnât change how I love you now. You know I love you. You know I love you, right? Iâm so sorry. I would never hurt you. I did my best to protect you. Please, I never wanted to hurt you,â he rambles, frantically grabbing for your arms as he falls down to his knees before you.Â
A few faeries around you gasp, and a blur of their commotion forms around you. The crowned prince of Faerie just went to his knees. Your eyes dart wildly around their guffawing faces, and between a space you spot a familiar face: cold eyes and a cracked mask of indifference. He looks right at you.Â
What on earth is going on? How is this life right now? You snap back to Yeonjun in front of you.Â
âPlease, donât look at me like that, pretty,â he pleads. âPlease.â His voice cracks, eyes frantic. âSlap me. Tell me you hate me for it. But please, donât look at me like youâre scared of me.âÂ
Tears scald your cheeks.Â
âI know that itâs selfish of me to ask you that; I know, I know itâbut please, I canât handle it, love. I was never going to let anything happen to you, I knew it the moment I saw you. I felt it right hereââhe gestures to his beating heart, the one your hand had felt and cherished so only last nightââI knew that no matter how big my ambitions were, they would never be bigger than that.âÂ
You canât listen to any more. His words pour out onto your skin, but they all slip off like rain upon a beastâs winter pelt. None can penetrate the ringing in your ears.Â
Yeonjun sees how retracted youâve become. âPretty, please,â he says, slower and more dire now. âSay something."Â
You donât know what to do. Your feet are rooted fast to the ground, but you know that you have to leave, or else youâll start creating excuses for him. You know yourself too well to let that happen.Â
Picking up your skirts, you manage only a few words to part him with. âThough your kind canât lie,â you say, âyou have been the biggest liar I have ever known. You said you loved me.âÂ
âI do,â he says, shaking his head, eyes twinkling. âI do.âÂ
Maybe love is a different thing to a faerie.Â
You take off. He calls for you, but itâs muffled by the restlessness of the folk around you and the still-playing music. You dart between openings and bounce off bodies, lights and angry faces a blur in your frenzy. Most folk donât spare you even a glance; nothing could pull them from their merriment. But others gawk at you like you put on a performance, greedy eyes drinking in any amount of fanfare. Their eyes itch under your skin. Crossing the expanse of the hall has never felt so arduous. Â
Youâve become their spectacle.Â
Breaking into the cold night air, you donât run home or collapse to your knees in a sob. You hold your dress hard in your hands, the one heâd gifted you among so many others, its fabric bunching in your fists, and stand there as if frozen staring into the tree line ahead. You donât move and you donât think; both would remind you that this is real and that you are a fool. You just allow the bitter air to swaddle your skin.Â
You donât even know if you doubt that he loves you. You donât even know if he actually never intended to hurt you. Had there been times where all youâd done was look at him with starry eyes, and heâd look at you deciding whether or not to have you killed?Â
Why are you even here? There is nothing left for you. Whatever simple joys you thought youâd found, theyâre gone. Youâre so far away from home, and youâve nobody to call home. Youâd left behind your beginnings of a purpose, and now the only purpose you serve is to rot away in Taehyunâs estate because you demanded that you stay here.Â
All that time youâd spent worrying, and still, you walked yourself into this. Youâre a joke. And now, youâre fully serving your purpose as oneâto be laughed at.
White breaths unfurl into the night air before you, floating off to join the snowflakes and heavy fog. You just watch those fluffy flakes fall for a while.Â
Snow creaks under a few footsteps behind you, someone letting you know that theyâre there. âYouâve gotten awfully good at sneaking around,â Taehyun says.Â
You let your head fall back, sighing slowly out through your nose. Turning to him, you spit, âI understand. You were right. I got it, okay? I donât need you to come here and rub it in.âÂ
Beomgyu approaches from behind Taehyun.Â
Taehyun doesnât say anything for a bit, ice-hard eyes darting all over your face. âTake her back to the estate,â he tells Beomgyu.Â
Glad to escape him, you begin your way on your own. You know that heâs only looking at your break down as pathetic. Perhaps it is, but recognizing that doesnât make it hurt any less. Wind lapping at your wet cheeks have them stinging as you walk.Â
Beomgyu awkwardly trails behind you as you follow the path that had become trodden in the time that you and Taehyun have been here, foliage and shrubbery broken down to make somewhat of a path.Â
He doesnât speak; you donât expect him to. Instead, you break the quiet yourself, unable to stand only the sound of wind twirling between trees. âI shouldâve taken that ridiculous charm thing,â you say, laughing through your tears. That hag had absolutely been able to feel what was coming with you with whatever intuition that the magic in her bones lends her.Â
âBut then,â Beomgyu says, âyou wouldnât know the truth.âÂ
Thatâs true. Not knowing the truth doesnât make it untrue, but at least it spares your fragile heart. âI donât know if Iâd mind that,â you tell him. âI think Iâd prefer it.âÂ
Ignorance is bliss, as the saying goes.Â
â
You donât remember falling asleep. You remember climbing into your bed, dreading that youâll be in your head all night, but to some mercy, youâd found sleep not long after that.Â
Youâd pulled yourself from bed, no matter how it had grown a gravitational pull and insisted that itâd hold you warm while you weep. If you hadnât, you might not have gotten up at all. As a girl, youâd force yourself into the dayâs routine when you had your worst days. Itâs the only way that you live through it. Youâd also made an effort to walk past your wardrobe. It carries so much of him: the lovely things heâd gifted you, his letters, and that book heâd lent you. Itâs not that you donât want any of these things; to wither away in your bed, to go through his things and wonder how someone whoâd showered you so had meant to be your killer, to drag your feet... Itâs that you canât.Â
You poke your needle through the fabric. On the cut of white fabric stretched inside the embroidery hoop, youâve embroidered a dozen woven wheel stitch flowers of different colors and types. Your bottom aches against the hardwood flooring and your lower spine strains, but you donât pay any mind to their complaining. You just continue to embroider the little flowers. Some are poppy, some rose, and some youâd made up just to have more to stitch.Â
A knock resounds through the war room from the doorway. You look to see Taehyun there. Heâs dressed in his Court attire.Â
âYou should get dressed,â he says. âItâs almost midnight. If you want to make it in time, youâve got to get ready now.âÂ
Since when had he decided that youâre okay to go? Itâs as if this elusive threat thatâd heâd been so careful has up and disappeared. âYou can go. Itâll take me too long to get ready.âÂ
Truth be told, youâd go sick seeing Yeonjunâs face, and you know without a doubt that you would.Â
âItâs the solstice,â Taehyun says, stepping into the room. He looks like he wants to say more, but he doesnât.Â
Despite how much you had wanted to see it, your heart is too apathetic for it to be worth anything now. Returning to the same faces that had seen your demonstration and no doubt now talk of it... Youâd rather finish your fifth rose. âI know.âÂ
He hesitates, studying you while gears turn in his head. âHadnât you thought that something would happen on the solstice?â he says. âCome on. Itâs worth seeing how this unfolds.âÂ
âWhy? We arenât spies anymore. I donât care what happens in their conflict. Itâs well beyond my control as a human here.âÂ
He grimaces, but you donât recognize the look there to be anger, more a rigidness. He rests his hand on his sword as he always does. âThen weâll stay here.âÂ
You furrow your brows. âHuh?âÂ
âWe can celebrate the solstice here,â he elaborates. âWe donât need to do it there. Plenty of folk celebrate on their own.âÂ
It dawns upon you that this is his stilted attempt at comforting you. Itâs the only way he knows how. You push off the ground. You couldnât ignore this sliver, however little, of tenderness. Youâre not sure if youâd ever see it again if you did. Youâll take anything to distract your mind, as well. You canât escape the image of Yeonjunâs eyes as heâd pleaded with you from the ground. âIâm not sure Beomgyu will join us, though. He doesnât believe in the need to celebrate the solstices.âÂ
âHe will if I command it,â he says. Â
âWhat, youâre going to command the poor kelpie to sit and watch a bonfire with us?â you say, imagining how heâd brood.Â
The north is wickedly cold at all times, but itâs especially so after night falls. You shuffle closer to the bonfire that Taehyun had built. Itâs multitudes smaller than the bonfire youâd sat around with Yeonjun, but itâs warm enough for just the two of you. You quickly shove down those tainted memories before they sting. A lump of emotion forms in your throat before you can, though. You clear it. âIs there anything special that youâre supposed to do?âÂ
Feeding one last log into the flame, he watches it catch. âWe started this really early,â he says. âThe fire is supposed to keep you warm and represent the sunâs warmth until sunrise...â He trails off, sliding the cuffs of his shirt that heâd slid up to his elbows to tend to the fire down and sucking in an awkward breath. He looks between the fire and you as though heâd not fully thought out his offer when heâd made it.Â
You face your palms to the orange flame, letting the roiling waves of heat warm them. âItâs nice like this.âÂ
The flame sizzles and pops, spewing sparks and eating up the wood, for a few long moments. Youâre not in a talky mood, and Taehyun doesnât seem to know where to begin on conversation with you that isn't functional. No snow falls around you, and any wind is cut by the estate. Thisâa place to lose yourself to your mindâis both the thing you need and what you most should not have.Â
Taehyun stands watching the fire twirling, his arms over his chest. Â
âIs your shoulder healing fine?â you ask, once the air starts feeling a bit heavy with the weight of the prolonged quiet. âAre my stitches holding up fine? No infection, or anything?âÂ
His gaze flicks up to you. âYou stitched it up pretty well,â he answers. âI saw the flowers you were making. Youâve got a good hand.âÂ
Frowning, you say, âYou didnât say itâs not infected...âÂ
ïżœïżœItâs not infected,â he says.Â
That could be a lie or the truth, you know. But... this sort of deception, youâre more comfortable with. Your human mind can pick up on these subtleties, can catch the careful intonation of somebody trying to hide something behind a lie. âCould I see it?â you ask him.Â
He hesitates, expression flat as his eyes convey the extent of his consideration. âYou can.â He grabs at his tunic, the fabric the only thing his frost blood even needs to wear out in the cold, and pulls it over his head.Â
You swallow hard and fight the flush to your cheeks at the sight of his scar-flecked flesh, his muscled abdomen disappearing as he turns around to show you his back. When youâd last seen his bare skin, youâd been so high on your fear and adrenaline that youâd barely flinched. Â
Blinking, you focus on the arrow puncture at his shoulder blade. Itâs done some healing, but tinged by an angry red and visibly swollen around the stitches. You curse.Â
Of course, heâd rather let his shoulder rot away than admit that he needs any more of your help than heâd been forced to allow. That would require admitting that heâs not just an impenetrable wall of ice. âThat is definitely infected,â you say. âWere you just going to let that kill you? Infections like that are beyond help once they get in your bloodstream.âÂ
âIâve had infected wounds before,â he says, preparing to put his shirt back on. âThis one is nothing. Itâll take a bit longer, but... Itâll heal up fine.âÂ
You grab his arm. âJust let me clean it a bit,â you insist. âItâs not that big of a deal. Youâre not scared that itâs gonna hurt, are you?âÂ
Sighing, Taehyun says, âI thought you wanted to enjoy the solstice.âÂ
The hopeful girl youâd been had wanted that, but now itâs just a reminder of everything you donât want to remember. You wave your hand in the air dismissively. âWe did. Come on.âÂ
You find a bucket to fill with water and cloth along with some stash of ancient spirits in the kitchens, their containers lined with a layer of dust so thick that you know theyâre left over from Taehyunâs father. He watches you gather it all.Â
You beckon him to turn and show you his shoulder again. He does, bracing his arms on a counter and letting his head hang. You spill out some of that strong liquor into the wound. Youâre not really sure if itâll work as a disinfectant, but as a girl youâd seen an older woman pour it over her wound once, and itâs all you know.Â
Gently dabbing at his shoulder now with the water-soaked rag, swollen except for where the stitches sinch it, you say, âYou shouldâve been going gentle on this thing.âÂ
Taehyun doesnât make any fuss as you prod at the wound. âI had more important things to concern myself with,â he says plainly. You press the wet rag to the wound and hold it there, and he begins to try and redirect the conversation to anything other than about himself. âWhat did the prince say to you at Court?âÂ
Your stomach drops. âIt was nothing.âÂ
âI know thatâs not the truth,â he says, picking up his head to try and look over his shoulder at you. âTell me the truth.âÂ
You take the long, torn strips of cloth and begin wrapping it around the expanse of his broad shoulders in a sloppy and amateurish wrap. As long as it shields the wound, itâll work. âThatâs rich coming from you,â you say. âThereâs plenty that you lie to me about. You even lied about this.â You tap his shoulder.Â
Turning now that youâre done, Taehyun eyes you. You donât know if heâd been able to hear anything over the sounds of Court or if heâd heard it all with his better hearing ears. You canât tell which it is. Â
âIâll hear it from some Court gossiper anyway. I think youâd prefer to tell me it yourself.âÂ
The thought of that scene being a topic of Court gossip makes you ill, but you know that itâs true. The folk love the show, especially one that includes a prince of Faerie on his knees in front of a human. Red-hot embarrassment takes a leisurely stroll up your spine. Your biggest fear has taken flesh in the cruelest way possible. Â
Well, if heâs going to end up knowing anyway... Youâd prefer itâs from your mouth. You donât know what sort of conflated half-truths the folk might come up with, since they have no more idea what happened than what they saw. âHe was supposed to kill us,â you say, chest too tight to explain it in any depth. âOr, at least, find out who we are, so that we could be killed.âÂ
Taehyun doesnât look shocked. He nods. âSo, they anticipated our arrival, then. The odds had been stacked against us from the beginning.âÂ
You nod. Would you have been able to escape? If things had never become entangled between you and Yeonjun, would you and Taehyun lived beyond the first day? Taehyun is strong and you know that heâs no doubt survived plenty in his life, but youâd have been caught completely unaware. âYeah.âÂ
âI told you that heâd show you his colors eventually.âÂ
You want to fight him on that, but you canât. You have nothing to say. Heâd been right.Â
Whatâs left for you now that he has? Â
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Bad End: Winter's Victory
Cigarettes in this world were different. Odd, I guess. I had never really paid attention to the smell of cigarette smoke, before I ended up here, but I knew it hadn't been? Exactly... well, pleasant? I guess? Not to say that all the ones that existed here WERE, mind you. It was still smokey. The cheap ones an overwhelming incense. They called it "stepping out to pray" for a reason. You ended up smelling like you spent hours in a temple during prayer.
But the smell that lingered here? Clung delicately to cloth and the walls? It was more of a... warm spice. I could never place which ones. There was, yes, a smokey undertone, but? It more or less added to the complex almost taste scent of spices and tea. Dark and rich. Lingering. The sort of thing that takes time to develop.
The entire house was like that. Well, compound really. Austere and ageless, time did not seem to touch the inside of these walls. Did not seem to dare try. It was a blessed relief. A place of respite. All soft, dream-like edges and beautiful gardens. Meandering halls and tasteful, understated art. Peaceful company. Good food and tea.
A lingering smell of smokey spices.
My sister was up to her Protagonist shit again. It was... exhausting. I knew, intellectually, I should be back home. Playing my part. The ever supportive Big Sister archetype. Endlessly kind. Endlessly patient. Supportive to a fault. Smiling and smiling no matter WHAT bullshit nonsense that child pulls. No matter HOW she shames our house or causes trouble I must undo.
But honestly? I can't. I just... can't.
The idiotic little shit SLAPPED A PRINCE. Thank the heavens it wasn't one of the Emperors favorite sons or we'd all be dead, but still! Who the fresh hell taught her that was acceptable?! No. Just.... No.
Let Father deal with this for once. If he insists on spoiling and infantilizing that child? HE can reap the rewards. Her MOTHER can parent for once, instead of sitting around being generically "perfect". I am not there. This is beyond my pay grade. Frankly? I don't even HAVE the power to smooth this over. I could, technically. But not at any cost I'm willing to PAY.
Not for my sister's "she not like other girls", "oh? How interesting", fucking MOMENT.
No WONDER the Elder Sister character disappears in the later half of the royal route, only to turn back up in the palace. She's a freaking Consort! To a letch! Powerful one, yes. But STILL! And all just to protect a sister who not only doesn't notice? But doesn't even attend her wedding?
No.
ABSOLUTELY Not.
I lift the (frankly beautiful) cup of tea I was served to drink while I wait. Breathe in it's rich, soothing scent. Let the steam curl against my face as I stare out the open sliding doors at the fall garden. It borders on too cold for this... but not quite.
The tea is warm. The snacks are warm. I was brought a beautifully embroidered blanket to rest across my lap. Have a robe draped over my shoulders. It is... meditative, almost. Just me and the quiet sigh of vibrant leaves on the breeze. The world muffled. Warm dispite the cold. Ah... the garden really is... so beautiful....
I let it soothe me. Drain away my anger and frustration at the world. Running water, birds in the trees, insects. The silence is so wonderfully full. Alive. I have to keep my mind from bitterly comparing it to constant dramatics filled mess of the gardens at home. Focus on the here and now. This is NICE. Focus on this.
Quiet, near silent footsteps approach. Gait even and steady. Most men his age meander or shuffle, but like the home he keeps? Kaito seems almost untouchable by time. As though not even the Gods dare. I honestly don't blame them. He can be quite commanding when he wishes. Good thing he's rather laid back.
"Come to escape the treasonous?" A modulated voice teases. Wry and dry as salt mines. "Your fool sister is aware that actions have consequences, yes? Or has that idiot father finally succeeded in spoiling her back into infancy? Traditionally, we do not let such young children wander."
Kaito's voice isn't terribly high or husky and low. It is... smooth. Controlled. Like running your fingers across fine fabric. I could honestly listen to him read a phone book and be pleased. He would have made a killing as a voice actor, in my first life. Or reading audio books. Something.
"No retort? Witty defense? Oh dear. You are exhausted, aren't you, my friend?" He noted, dropping the teasing edge. Stepping inside the viewing room and calmly sliding the door shut behind him, I could almost feel him observing me. "When was the last time you slept? Properly. You're a mess, my friend, look utterly exhausted. Has it become that bad?"
Worse actually. They keep doubling down. Doing stupid "girl power!!!1!", poorly thought out, works in a 21th century DEMOCRACY but sure as shit NOT HERE, so called "power moves". I was? So, so fucking tired. Legitimately scared for the servants at this point. Because, honestly? Let stupid reap it's own reward. I TRIED. I was dismissed and ignored. Taken for granted.
Accused of JEALOUSY!
Like? Oh, HELL NO. I know exactly where THAT train of thought ends. I've read enough of the Genre to cut THAT shit off at the pass. Not Today, Satan!
So? Fuck um. I Tried. But I REFUSE to set myself ablaze to keep the ungrateful warm. Especially when they have both coats and just want to roast marshmallows. But... the SERVANTS? They are innocent. Wrong house, shit masters. Half are basically indentured! Much to my outrage.
We HAVE the funds to pay them better. But do I control those funds? Dispite doing ALL THE WORK? Managing the House? No. Of course not. THAT would be Protagonist's mother. And we really need that money for more jewelry and pretty outfits for her daughter. Fuck the household, I guess.
Things are... likely to get bad.
Because I have made the painful, painful choice? To let GO.
I can't keep holding up the house. I am NOT Atlas. Was not granted a second chance, just to throw it away. But at the same time? The servants. Not the enabling, vindictive, lapdogs that circle my family like vultures. The ACTUAL servants. Gardeners, cooks, maids. The no one's that they will not remember.
Somebody has to protect THEM. It must be me. Or no one else WILL.
I'm hoping Kaito will help.
Please, heavens, let this be enough to help. Then... THEN I can figure out how to protect myself. Hopefully. Maybe. Though I am probably running quickly out of time.
"Dear one, are you with me? You are drifting. I need you to come back. Focus on me. The sound of my voice. Can you hear me? Do you see the leaves? Focus on their color. See the reds and yellows beyond them. Like fire, is it not? Can you smell the tea? Dear one, what kind is it? Come here. Back to your body. That's right..."
Smooth and soothing. Closer then what felt like a blink ago. Huh. Yes. The leaves are quite lovely, aren't they? And... and this is red cliff, first harvest, right? Ah. I'm still so bad at telling certain types of tea apart. How mean. He knows this.
.....my brain feels mushy. But back in my body. I manage to scrounge up the edges of a smile. Gods, I am so tired. Worn so thin. But I... I can't rest. Not yet. Kaito kneels beside me, too dignified and reserved to show the full weight of his concern. But it practically howls from his body language. The sheer closeness he has allowed. I must have truely scared him there.
I would tease him, about using my notoriously bad memory of frankly near identical teas against me... but I just... just can't.
There isn't enough energy left in me. I think the soothing nature of his home, his company, has been my undoing. My brain has finally declared me safe enough to break down. Ha ha... perhaps that is why I've been avoiding coming here for so long. I knew I would break down. Would not want to leave.
Unspeakably rude of me.
"The rumors have not done the situation justice, it seems. You seem at your wits end. My dear, you cannot continue like this. Please, let me help. I realize it is overstepping any number of boundaries... but..." the weight of his concern; the words he was struggling to find, to phrase the unkind more palatably, hung between us. "Please, my friend. You are struggling. I can not bear it."
I felt exhausted tears well up. Days of being overwhelmed. Threatened on all sides. Wondering if today would be the day, that the royal gaurds kicked down our gates and executed us all. Struggling against the blindly arrogant and willful actions of my family. The very SAME family that treated me as more of a secretary then as any kind of kin.
Where would I be? If I had not met Kaito, all those years ago? Visiting his cousin, who was marrying a friend of my cousin. Even then, I was desperately trying to keep the name of our family from being filth. My father could not tear himself away from the whims of my sister or his pretty new wife. My grandmother somehow uncaring, tyrannical and doting, indulgent and yet strict.
I was the ONLY ONE who could and WOULD bother to represent us.
Was called frivolous and silly for it. For "seeking parties" to go "play at". As though it was not stressful. As though it was not far beyond my training and skills. Only the concerned eyes of cousins from other houses and guidance of matriarchs from BETTER houses, let me survive at ALL.
Grandmother still does not understand why she no longer gets invitations. Why her name is mud in the eyes of other elders. They did not take kindly, to her abandoning her granddaughter to do HER and HER DAUGHTER-IN-LAW'S job for them. But... there I was. Doing my best. Decorated like a little doll, uncomfortable and quite.
Kaito didn't even need to speak to me. Would never have approached such a nervous, unchaperoned child. Forget being simply a young unmarried girl. I was quite LITERALLY a girl. A child. He never would have so much a acknowledged my existence normally. It simply wasn't done. He was after all, an unmarried man of considerable power.
Still is.
But he needed to speak with his cousin. Who, quite rudely, would NOT take a hint. Too wrapped up in his new bride. Thus forcing Kaito to come over. Bless him, he still tried to politely ignore me. So as not to put pressure on a nervous child. But, once again, Cousin Dense As A Brick struck. Introduced us before merrily swanning off to go talk with friends, taking his wife, my cousin, and ONLY CHAPERONE with him.
We were both baffled and aghast. Horrified. It was the sort of gods awful that somehow found its way back around to being funny. Granted, only because we were in a highly visible location surround by other part goers. But still. Why don't you just? Pick me up and dump me in his LAP next? Good gods man.
Needless to say? The roasting was merciless and immediate. He escorted me to a friend of his. Terrifying woman. We had a grand time roasting terrible behavior and I learned SO MUCH. They were Hilarious. Clearly appreciated having an audience who could actually grasp their sense of humor. I left with letter buddies.
Acquaintances that became friends.
Kaito became my single BEST friend. A refuge, a mentor, a confidant. I trusted... TRUST, the man more then any single soul I've ever met. It helps, I guess, that he meets me where I AM not where he assumes I SHOULD be. Doesn't baby me. Infantalize me. Nor does he treat me in any way that would set off a "creep" alarm in my head. He's just... Kaito.
All cunning eyes and slight smiles, dry humor and cutting wit. Ever the rougish yet refined strategist. Bad boy of the highly polite. All the high court ladies still sigh over him.
Grey eyes that bordered on black filled my vision. That whisp of soft silver hair that never wanted to stay put, forever falling across his brow. My view of the garden cut off. When had he moved? Had I drifted back into my head again? It seemed so.
This close, I could not help but notice his eyelashes were still the rich dark of his youth. Few strands of silver yet touching his eyebrows. He'd had a beautiful shade of black hair it seems. It was rather striking....
A pinch on the back of my hand. Bright pain lancing through the fog. Kaito's hands cupped mine, kept me from jostling my cup. Stopping me from dropping now cold tea into my lap. Taking it from me gently, he set it aside. Thumb rubbing the skin he had abused. His face was apologetic.
"And that marks the second time you've drifted away on me, dear. I'm afraid I'm no longer asking. I'm will be helping. This is entirely unacceptable. What in the gods name have those idiots done to you?" His voice was soft. Attention focused on me. I felt... felt so very fragile.
Not weak. Fragile. Like glass under strain. Bones near their breaking point. That final support beam struggling with weight beyond its abilities to bear. He was treating me like I was wounded. Was I? Perhaps I was. I certainly felt that way.
I just... just wanted someone ELSE to take care of it all.
Just for a bit.
Was that so wrong?
I was TIRED. Felt the tears coming back. Here I was, coming to a dear friend, about to ask him to take on a burden for me. Risk enraged royalty just to protect the innocent. Being unspeakably emotional and RUDE. And I... and I... I just....
"Shhhhh. None of this. You've done so much. Have been so, so brave, my girl. No more. It's alright. I'm here. I'll take care of everything." He soothed. Soft and unbearably kind. All I could do was nod. Agree. "There we are, good girl. You'll stay here for now, all right? No more stressful journeys to that house. I'll send someone to gather your things. We can have everything dealt with after a rest."
His hands, boldly, came up to cup my cheeks. I found I didn't care. It felt nice. His palms warm and dry, gently cradling.
I wouldn't be able to stay. He knew that. I knew that. It simply WAS. We weren't related, weren't married. I had brought no chaperone. I... gods, I wanted too. Badly. But I couldn't. I just needed help with the servants. Told him as much. Words rambled disjointedly between us as I struggled to get them all out.
"Ah, but the solution then is simple, isn't it?" He said, looking almost amused. "You just need to marry me."
Blinking, the thought didn't quite process. My confusion clear enough on my face for him to continue.
"Every time I see you, you are suffering some fresh new indignity from that house. Some brand new insult. Isn't it better here? I know you enjoy it. The servants adore you. I adore you." The hands on my cheeks shifted, just slightly, barely daring to let their thumbs stroke just slightly."
"I would give you everything, dearest."
This... did not feel political. Nor some ploy to just protect the servants, offered by a dear friend. When... when had things changed? I knew for a fact, he held no such interests in me as a child. I'd seen him kill a man over the mere suspicion of such things. Yet... it's also not like I'd grown UP in front of him. We talked mostly over letters.
It was harder to remember my physical age through those. Since I didn't exactly talk or write like the child I had appeared. And talking to each other, being friends with each other, for going on a decade... certainly WAS a good foundation for a relationship, wasn't it? I didn't know any more. How old... how old even was I?
His hands were so warm.
Felt strong and reliable, cupping my face. A reserved and refined (if a bit mischievous), pillar of strength that I could finally lean on. Offering up a tempting dream world where I wouldn't have to think anymore. Wouldn't have to deal with troubles or reality. Just... just endless, beautiful, painting-like peace and serenity.
No more drama... ever again.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Didn't I deserve to rest?
Who else, really, could I even see myself marrying? Realistically? Some untested lout? Character suspect and temperament unknown? What prospects, what LOYALTY, could they even offer? Would they even respect my boundaries? Could they ever hope to match his knowledge of my likes and dislikes? Could... could I ever hope to TRUST them? Like I did, Kaito?
I felt my expression soften. Decided to be a little bold too. Leaning forward, I let my hands come up to lightly grip his arms. Still so corded with muscles. The man never did skip out on his training, be it archery or swordsmenship. My forhead rest lightly against his, that wayward strand tickling my skin just a bit. His breath smelled of those smokey spiced cigarettes while his skin, which I had never dared take note of, smelled of daily things.
He held so perfectly still, as though afraid to spook me. Seemed startled by my boldness. How cute~
I couldn't stop the grin if I tried.
"Yes, yes, mock the old man. Impertinent minx. So scandalous!" He teased, finally unfreezing after gathering his thoughts. That plotting spark back in his eyes. "Whatever shall I do? My guest takes advantage of me! Oh dear, oh no~ I fear for my honor! You will have to make an honest man of me, I'm afraid."
The laugh burst out of me, feeling a lot like relief. Gods, I'd missed this. Just... just sass and light hearted teasing. Droll humor and wit. No nightmare politics or angry royals. No trying to manage the unmanageable. Not responsible for any but myself. Yes... yes this was exactly what I needed, wasn't it?
Honestly? FUCK the Plot. FUCK the Protagonist and her nightmare social blunders! I was gonna get OUT of that house. Live for ME. Marry a nice, reliable man. Have a beautiful home. Maybe get some pets. Eat snacks! Laze about and enjoy the gardens! Have some gods damned PEACE for once! It sounded perfect.
I told Kaito there were no take backs. Congratulations on the terrible idea! I was HIS problem now. Have fun with your new, future in-laws!
Laughter was the best thing I'd felt in weeks. One of the maids I liked was already on standby and ready to lead me to a guest room. We bickered light heartedly, him groaning in exaggerated ways about his TERRIBLE fate of having to deal with IDIOTS! Oh, Darling, how COULD you?! Ha! Suffer.
It... gods, it was beautiful. Dreamlike. A perfect, story book solution to my woes.
Really, if I did not TRUST Kaito so much? I would have been suspicious.
But I did.
So I left with the maid, a smile on my face. Relieved. Happy. Engaged to a "good man". The most TRUSTWORTHY man I knew.
Thus, did not see, like a mask, his expression slide away. His open body language close off, like then slamming of a crypt door, locking the dead back inside. The warmth draining from the room as I left it, as though I had taken every trace with me. Leaving only the cold, cold THING behind. One that wore the face of a man.
A handsome man, yes, but an empty one.
One that was Not Pleased.
"I distinctly recall," his voice cutting the silence like an assassin slitting a throat, sudden and violent yet just as impersonal. "That I ordered her not to be bothered. For you to get rid of that... thing, in a timely manner."
Shadows dropped from the roof. Then too their knees. Kneeling, loyal unto death, before the one that commands them. Many are injured. They do not shake, for all that they have failed. Will likely die for it.
"Give me one good reason to let you live. A single one." The empire's spy master, the Winter Ghost, asks the room at large. Picking up his beloved's tea cup, considering it as he talks. He almost wants to destroy it. So no one else can ever use it. Touch it with their filthy hands. "Well?"
His assassins continue to kneel. Silent. There is no defense for their failure.
Three die instantly, the rest are not so lucky.
He decides to keep the cup.
Running his thumb along the rim where her mouth touched it, he steps out, closer to the garden and slides the door shut. It truely is a lovely view. Behind him, his servants behind the familiar work of cleaning up. Kneeling in the dirt before him, the next set of assassins.
"Let me make my self clear this time. I don't care how you do it, how painful or how slow, but they are to be gone by the time I am wed, understood? If that useless chit or her idiot father darken my door, you will long for the mercy that is death. Get out. And do not DARE fail me."
A quite chorus of confirmation, then like leaves... scattered on the wind.
He was named winter victory. For his mother's success in seizing control of her poor, late, husband's house. Born into the cold, it has always remained. Is it any suprise he covets warmth? In any form he can have it. Every form.
A pity though... that he won't be needing his plans.
She would have made a beautiful widow.
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I wanna see some of your characters (*any* of your characters honestly, i'm not that picky and theyre all attractive anywayđ) and their first time bottoming for dom!top male reader because ive been going through that tag specifically and i would just love more of that typa content with your characterss
(Ps. Ive been reading your works for a while now and i gotta say im a huge fan)
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đč. a selection of characters when you top them for the first time /top male!reader
ê° EEE weâre so happy that you like our content! we wanted to write this with all the characters but who knows how long that would take us sobs - might redo this req in the future with even more! BUT YES MORE TOP MALE READER <3 . . . might have gone a bit wild with rishen 1311 ê±
âč ÛȘ àŁȘ ê° ALESSIO 781 ê±Â is someone that people tend to forget is a switch. top-leaning, yes, but a switch no less. heâs gotta really trust you in order to let you take control though. but when you do? he makes you work for it. the first time you topped him was a late night in his apartment. both of you kissing and making out on the sofa after playing a few games. the last thing he expected was for you to actually fight him for dominance. it was thrilling - but what was even more thrilling was when you won.
admittedly he was a little nervous. it was so new. seeing the cocky merc now gripping onto your arms and looking at you with those glassy emerald eyes of his. âstop if I tell you to - okay?â
but oh he wouldnât even dream of telling you to stop. he was squirming and creaming everywhere by the time you fucked the bratiness out of him. which took quite a bit in all honesty.
but when you had him there. pinned to his bed and pounding into him from behind. so that all he could do was cling onto the sheets and let out all sorts of noises of pleasure. his deep voice now pitched. whiney.
âa-amor - d-dios amoorcittooo,â he whines out as you milk another orgasm out of him. all while he whimpers for you to fill him up again. splutters about being a good boy for you. itâs like a complete switch up when you get him under you â and the poor thing cums like a fountain.
he wants you to manhandle him. to be rough. mean. put him in his place and make him feel vulnerable â because he let you. and he wants you to fuck him until heâs on a verge of tears. might as well make the most of it, yeah?
mercenary x reader, antihero x reader, enigma x reader
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âč ÛȘ àŁȘ ê° RISHIMA 781 ê±Â would be quite the surprise for you as well. one would think that someone of her demeanour is a top dom, right? sheâs a switch â she can quickly flip between being the mommy making you hump her high heel or the pillow princess.
listen, she also needs some taking care of. especially with how hard she works. so when you offered to top for the first time she wasnât too opposed. doesnât mean she didnât make you work for it a little.
she can be a brat too â but one who backs off immediately when they know theyâve met their match. needless to say, when you had her bouncing on your dick and digging her black nails down your shoulders and back, she had long since given in.
âf-fuck - fuck anh doll - please - please canâtcantt-â sheâd bury her face into your neck to try and hide her noises. youâd have to stop her from rolling her hips down and trying to please you instead. murmuring to her ear about how tonight was about her.
youâd push her into the pillow eventually. letting her rest comfortably while you did the work. being mindful of how overstimulated she can get and making sure to eat her out nice and slowly when it was all over. all so she could gasp into the air about how perfect you were while clinging onto your hair and whimpering.
scientist x reader
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âč ÛȘ àŁȘ ê° RISHEN 209 ê±Â is another switch but god is this man a brat. heâs awful. riling you up in so many different ways because he wants to see just how far he can push you. because heâs in for it. whatever your kink is â so is his. heâll go to the extremes and he wants to know just how far you go too.
so imagine his surprise when you pinned him over his examination table. pushing the dress heâd worn for work up and spanking his red-laced ass. how you tied his hands behind his back with his lab coat. pushing into him without a care and rutting his poor, bratty hole until he was creaming all over.
heâs sensitive. beyond sensitive. by the second climax heâd be whining for you. spluttering out apologies and trying to earn your favour. if only to grin at you all tiredly and splutter out a firm no when you asked if he was âreally sorry?â
strap his wrists down to that examination table and make him fuck his hips back into you. make him work for it as he cries and whines to cum. because here's a beautiful thing about the scientist - he canât make himself cum.
âp-please- por favor p-porr favv- hngh b-baby I - Iâll be good pleaseplease hnnhh need t-to cum so bad.â
be rough with him. force him to his knees and fuck his throat. heâll look at you with pretty maroon eyes and beg even more. all so that you can ram him on your cock again and make him squirt until heâs seeing stars. make him feel helpless. make him feel like all heâs good for is clenching around your dick and cumming all over himself. heâll love you for it.
mad scientist x reader, moth-mantis-spider monster x reader, yandere x reader, villain x reader
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âč ÛȘ àŁȘ ê° HAITÄO 99484 ê±Â is a bottom who was more than thrilled to have you top. he did inform you of his scoliosis before hand, reminding you that while he did have quite the stamina as a reaper, to just not overdo it because of the pains in his back.
as such youâd make sure to lay him back nice and comfortably. your first time with him was rather slow and tender. mostly because you were a little afraid of hurting him.
heâs whiney. vocal. making sure that you know just how much heâs enjoying it. the way he keeps pressing desperate little kisses down your throat and stirring his hips up into you tells you that he wants you to feel just as good.
might at one point beg to take a break just so he can suck you off for a bit. he loves the feeling of your hand in his hair and gently guiding him. and his mouth? fuck it was heaven, he definitely knows whatâs doing.
would eventually offer to ride you after. which you were a little hesitant about because of his condition â but he assured you that heâd be fine. so the night would drone on with your back against the headboard and arms hooked around you. kissing and whining into each otherâs mouths as he bounces at the pace you set for him.
âs-sâgood gege - gege,â he whines, creaming all over your abdomen again as he rocks his hips sloppily. âm-more please - please gege, promise I wonât break, please?â
grim reaper x reader
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âč ÛȘ àŁȘ ê° YIZĂ 9948E ê±Â is another switch who really loves the rough treatment. he really likes the fighting for dominance. however, he might find himself in some conditions where he just wishes to be pampered and taken care of.
your first time topping was the former. heâs a mercenary and a reaper â he had you pinned and taking his dick first - if only for the tables to be turned before he even knew it. slammed into the sheets and forced to stay still as you snatched a pair of handcuffs he always seems to keep in his drawer.
oh he loved the way you took charge. how you degraded him. bit into his neck and shoulders. spanked and clawed and made his eyes roll back as you pounded him into his own sheets.
all so that he was drooling. all so that he could barely whine out your name. and when youâd slow - thinking he had enough?
why heâd grunt at you to keep going. maybe even call you a bit of a coward.
âwh-what? done? canât fuck me right yeah?â would quickly turn into a series of gasps and sobs and - âs-sorryssooryy b-baby sorry Iâm sorry nhhgfuck fuck! please!â
hesâs a loud one. that much youâd garner. until you fucked his mind numb and he was left to aimlessly cling to you. begging you not to stop. . . even if he blacked out. heâs a wild.
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âč ÛȘ àŁȘ ê° RISHEN 1311 ê±Â is a switch who just yearns to be taken care of. he wants it rough yeah, heâll fight you for it a bit. but you know what? someone of his stressful work life and always having to be the one in control. . . he really wants to let go for someone.
he wants you to take it from him though. he doesnât want you to be gentle â heâll tell you that too. tell you that he wanted you to claw, and bite and take.
so when you yanked him by the hair and pushed him up against his desk - making him stand on his high heels as you leaned him over edge. pressing into his front and shoving your tongue down his throat. . . oh he was in heaven. how you gripped at his jaw and made him keep eye contact with you. ordered him too.
how you shoved his panties off to his thighs and mocked him for the lace. heâd be whining for you before you even put it in.
donât expect him to be so pliant though. heâs got quite the sharp tongue. maybe he just likes the thought of riling you up too.
âthat all you got?â âfuck hurry up.â just to see how he gets to you. but that would all fade the moment youâre fucking up into him. forcing his leaning body to steady itself on those high heels that are stained with the number of times both of you have come.
heâll rake his nails down your shoulders. try to hold his sounds until youâre yanking him by the hair and encouraging him. make him ride you while you sit on his chair. fuck him until heâs squirming and telling you its too much. because itâs never too much. you can tell each time you try with withdraw and he instead pushes his hips down and forces his ass flush against your dick. squirming.
âf-fuck me - fuckmeeplease dios lo n-necesito tanto.â ( âgod please I need it so badâ )
heâll let you take him back to his apartment to go at it again. fuck him into his sofa, his bed, anywhere you want. heâs all yours. always. and god is he touch-starved enough to keep reminding you of that. even when heâs all covered in your cum.
assassin x reader, spy x reader, admiral x reader
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âč ÛȘ àŁȘ ê° DENARA 9819 ê±Â is a bottom who really wants to make you feel good and might tire herself out in the process. sheâs so used to pressure and having to perform well so during your first time topping her you had to quite literally pin her down and tell her to stop. tell her that you were gonna take care of her. that she needs to relax and just let you fuck her the way she wants.
and oh once you got that out of the way she was all over you. denara is a freak. you got a kink? sure, sheâll try it out. her only request is that you fuck her dumb and drooling.
she was so loud when you took control and drove her into the sheets. admittedly she kept whining about wanting to ride you so eventually you let it happen. pulled her onto your lap and bounced her on your cock. didnât even give her a smidge of control. watching as her tits bounced and her thighs jiggled as she whined for you.
âb-baby babybabyyy y-youâre sosooo mean angh- mnhhhhgg-â
she wants you to be mean though. wants you to pull at her hair. smack her. grab her. anything you want. all so that she can look at you with her black eyes all teary and her make-up all messy.
will probably beg to suck at your dick so give her that at least. youâll end up fucking her throat anyway and making her cum untouched. if only to flip her onto her tummy again and fuck her until sheâs drooling and whining.
sheâll probably hump at your thigh somewhere through the night when itâs all over. just desperate for more.
sorcerer x reader, healer x reader
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how about yandere sniper but spy is into it :333
DID YOU SAY YANDERE??? LIKE YANDERE SIMULATOR MAYBE???
I also made Scout
damn I really enjoyed this đ I mean, look that ugly Boston face
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Darling jokes about running away
[ SCENARIO ] [ Yor, Yuri ]
[ Spy x Family ]
â ïž Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, is just for entretaiment
I finally got inspiration to write for a Yandere spy x family fic! Im really happy and I think this prompt was quite funny to write!
Yor Briar
Yor is really naive and devoted, being so innocent make her easily mistook her feelings and don't recognize them as love at first, so when you two got together it was probably just for mutual benefit, still that won't stop her feelings to grow more and more
Yor feelings for you along with her already innocence blind her quite a lot, she doesn't really see anything bad in the intensity of her feelings or her devotion for you (not aside from how much it can flustered her, wich lead her to be nervous and accidently use too much strength), since she doesn't see anything bad and, honestly, wouldn't be able to tell if she is being too much for you unless you say it directly (and still her mind will trick her to just think that you are a little upset, and, of course, she will want to do something to cheer you up)
As devoted as Yor is that just lead her to want your aproval more and more, after meeting her darling her live slowly become full centered on you, doing everything in her power to be a good wife for you, to make you happy and, of course, to keep you safe, specially for her work as an assassin, now she even does it with more determination since she thinks she is working hard to make this a safe place for you two to live in
Yor is too naive and even a little socially inept, ading her complete devotion make her not realice that you are just joking when you talk about running away somewhere there is not the threaten of a war, somewhere you two could just have a peaceful life without fearing that everything you two have now could be destroyed the moment the war finally start
Even if you laugh at it and directly say that you were just joking Yor already got worried about it, even if you leave it like that and don't mention it ever again your words got stuck in Yor's mind, she is taking too serious your joke about going somewhere else, somewhere safer, and she isn't just overthinking it but also going back and forth between thinking is not so bad of a plan and calling herself and idiot for considerating it
Not matter if you try to reasure her that it was just a joke she is too invested on this, but after a lot of worring and anxiety, about fearing you will leave it if she doesn't accept to run away with you or even trying to get an excuse to make you stay with her here, after all of this Yor finally manage to make up her mind with a plan, she doesn't want to go because she has her job and doesn't want to leave her brother alone here, so she will to make you never think on running away again, she will make sure you are the happiest you can be here with her along with keeping her work as assassin, since that way she feels like she is making something to change things! to make this place a safer place just like you want it!
Yuri Briar
Yuri is incredibly delusional and devoted to his darling, it doesn't take him long before falling in love and when he does he is incredibly clingy and affectionate, finding nothing wrong with his obsession over his darling, even when he can reach the extreme to even become quite worshipper over his darling he will never see something bad on his love
Yuri can't force his feelings into his darling but he end up doing it without even noticing it, for him his love is sincere and innocent and is so devoted that he doesn't even would know why you wouldn't love him back, he is doing everything in his power to make you happy and keep you safe, so of course, in his mind, you won't have reasons to dont love him (but its not like he do it because he wants something in return, everything he does for you does it in the name of love)
Despite not talking much about his work he is quite prideful of what he does since with this job in the government he is sure that he is doing such good to the country, he is doing whats best and making sure to assure a safe future for you and his sister
Despite being incredibly clingy and even a little controlling Yuri is incredibly affectionate and doting, he is more than willing to do what you ask him to do and give you all, as long as is something it won't bring troubles to you or him he is more than willing to give you all, so hearing you joke about running away is incredibly shocking for him
Even if you assure him that you are joking he can't help but think that you probably have being thinking about it in a more serious way, and he wouldn't blame you, not like he would even dare to think bad of you, but you talking about running away is quite concerning just because there is the change that he may lose you
Yuri is quick to tell you to please don't do something like that, he knows that there is the posibility of a war but no matter what happen he will be there to protect you, to assure that nothing bad happen to you nor lack of anything, he say it with such determination and devotion that can be really flustering and even embarrasing, even if you assure him that it was just a joke that won't stop him from swearing in his life that you will not have to suffer from anything anymore
Your words will stuck in his mind for a while, it won't bother him too much but there are times where he will feel his anger and anxiety take over him (mainly during work) and will give him even more determination for his job to make sure you won't think about running away ever again by make this a safe place, even if he has to make this the safest place into he planet he will do it just for you
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omg that demon!reader prompt.. big brain moment. which mercs would comfort their s/o when captured? like they cant help but sweep them up in their arms n stuff
This is so soft I love this.(yandere mercs)
Tw: Yandere, kidnapping, possessiveness, unhealthy relationships, unwanted affection (not nsfw), gaslighting (brief), attachment issues.
Demoman: Most likely, if youâve driven Tavish to the point he needs to grab nab you youâre pretty reckless. Otherwise he wouldn't have tried to grab you. Anyway, Tav would make a whole deal out of hit, just happy to have you out of harms way and into his arms. Heâd be suffocating for a week at the least, itâs enough to tell you how long Tavs been bleeping tabs on you. And enough to clue you in to just how much care heâs taken in makin yâallâs new house perfect for the two of you. Heâs very much one to want to rush you into comfort, though sometimes at the expense of sanity. 10/10
Engineer: Oh boy, dell can tell youâre anxious and that itâs already not looking good for him. He loves you. And he knows he loves you, he knows itâs unhealthy. But the slightest bit of his delusional side is that youâre overreacting to the whole, âbeing captured thing.â He can even get close to you no more without you trying to push him away so howâs he going to comfort you. If youâd let him heâd come and sit down with you quietly. Like a husband trying to coax his spouse out of a breakdown. Except thatâs not what this is is it? He realizes that, and heâd comfort you if you let him but youâre not so whatâs he gonna do exactly? 2/10
Heavy: Very calming from the start, like Tavish in a way. The way he captures you is less like capture and more like- âWow this is a horrible natural disaster, might as well make it count.â Just- stretch it out. He claims that things are getting worse outside, and keeps you in. To quell his own anxiety he holds you close. He tries to tell you stories to keep you sane, and insists on staying at your side the entire time. Heâs very lovable, and even more protective. Very silly, and always tries to comfort you. Although he downplays some of your fear because he truly believes he can protect you from anything. His attempts are good but thereâs too much gaslighting for things to settle to a reasonable degree. 7/10
Medic: He doesnât try, it just kind of happens. No matter what it WILL happen, he WILL capture you and that will be that. He cares about you a great deal, he should have you with him! And that translates to how he cares for you as well, he makes sure youâre not hurt throughout the whole thing. His banter also makes it seem more like moving in with a good friend rather than being abducted. His house is jarring and surprisingly cold, but his demeanor makes up for anything he lacks. Not to mention the swarm of kisses youâll get if you donât try and escape post capture. 8/10 surprisingly good!
Pyro: You wouldnât realize until he told you straight up in which case it would get VERY eerie. A lot of what Pyro did prior was similar and one could assume based off that, that it was just how he acted but no. Heâs pleasantly surprised you arenât put off. When he tells you that and you realize you are HE panics. Heâs no better at calming you down. Or comforting you. Rocking you back and forth before getting up to check the locks again. Heâs a mess and he tries to hide it. 1/10, surprisingly BAD.
Scout: His moms the one thatâs gotta do it. Her constant presence is a saving grace. Scout is supporting his Ma, so his capture isnât traditional like the others. Itâs more like a relationship entrapment, and he doesn't realize heâs doing wrong. So his Ma gives you advice, and food. Like- a lot of food, since she can see youâre shakin up over something. Her jokes are light hearted, and she helps you see where Scout's heart comes from. She doesnât justify her son's actions, but sheâs been in this predicament before and all she can suggest is to wait it out. Scout: 0 Ma: 10/10
Sniper: I am conflicted on this, where else would he focus but also- why would he try. Snipers an unhealthy mix of hyper aware and delusional at all times. Really he debated on nabbing you until he just pulled you off the road with a well placed dart. So justifyibly youâre shaky and awkward⊠but heâs always anxious, shaky, and awkward. (High off shrooms too maybe but thatâs besides the point.) He thinks itâs cute to a degree and and offers to walk with you if thatâll clear your mind. But he then gets worried and dismisses the idea. He makes a couple of attempts that lead to him not finishing the job. In the end he just settles on popcorn and a film in silence. The attempt is there. 5/10
Soldier: Iâm going off premarriage here. He will fuck you up more, between the shouting and the likely bombastic way he captures you, youâd be damned if you didnât leave the scenario with no new phobias. When you finally settle down a bit, (as in stop hiding from him) you would be surprised with how patient he is. Itâs unexpected but heâll wait for what he wants if he truly cares. Heâll wait until you let him hug you then just curl up around you and say the cheesiest things just above a whisper. He also is a human pillow with a heater setting so that could help too! 7/10.
Spy: Like sniper he makes an honest attempt. Past relationships didnât like his possessiveness but then again there wasnât really a way to keep his Fling safe. Spy falls hard and fast, which is concerning given his position, but itâs always with people unconcerned with his expertise. You- you are the one that he can keep an eye on. He already has all the things you could need. A little area to calm yourself, but thatâs not to say he wouldnât struggle and try to get you to give him affection without him earning it. Seems like a charmer but ultimately canât deal with himself or admit that you might just- not like him. 5.5/10
Hope you enjoyed!
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I love dad!medic or dad!spy bc there is SO MUCH opportunity for angst and pain and sometimes a little sprinkle of happiness.
I just love the idea of them leaving leaving their child for some reason like to protect them from their job or something, only for some years later theiy discover their child is not only also working for the Administraror, but they are also on the battlefield.
Just imagine Spy almost backstabbing his child but immediately stops and starts scolding them for working for such a horrible purpose(hypocrite).
Or maybe Medic just walking around the battlefield after hours to try and look for some body parts to experiment on and now he is stuck with the talking head of his own child in the fridge because they are grounded for forever because how DARE they join such a aggressive and nonsensical battle just for the benefits!?(hypocrite number 2)
Do you think you could write something about any of those two?? Sorry for the long request đ
Those are good ideas, I can't imagine how much trouble Medic or Spy's kid is gonna be in. Especially if they're on opposing teams.
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Platonic Yandere Dad Spy x opposing team child reader
You never thought that you would meet up again like this. The idea of seeing your father again after all these years is like a dream come true. Only, it's more of a nightmare than a dream with how you can see the instant rage in his eyes as he recognizes your face from across the terrain. At first, the Spy on the enemy's team didn't bother you at all, rarely seeing him as you were much more concerned with the six foot something tall Russian man gunning everyone down from a balcony. But of course the Spy noticed you, it's his job after all to gather intell. Intell on the rival team as well as the actual intelligence.
From the moment you first started working for the Administrator he already had tabs on you.. like a ping sounding on radar.. All grown up and changed with time from the small child he once knew. All those happy memories of tucking you in before bed, the soft comforter wrapped around your tiny form as he did his best to make his voice as gentle and soothing as possible when reading one of those silly little bedtime stories from a brightly colored picture book. Eyes flashing, and his face draining of color, the harsh way he sets his jaw as he runs over to you before using his Invis watch to cloak. You can feel his eyes flickering down in shock to your shirt. Imagining the distaste that the color brings to his matured, weary face.
Spy's thin lips curl up in a grimace. No, no, he can't have that. His precious little one all grown up. Unfortunately on the rival team, no, he'll have to correct that. His mind wandering to a million plans to get you to what he considers is "safety". Having already added an extra bed adjacent to his own in his room. Catching up and learning everything there is to know about you. Your favorite books added to his bookshelf. Your favorite drinks have already been privately ordered in along with his next shipment. Spy plans to take care of you as best he can, because clearly your team runs you ragged.
As soon as you both make eye contact on the battlegrounds of Sawmill it's all over. Utilizing the cover of the falling rain as it comes down from the heavens in a torrential downpour. The rest of your team don't even hear you scream from your spot on the roof as you feel the biting sensation of a tranquilizer digging into the meat of your thigh with a vengeance. The first jarring thing you think about is the fall from such a hight and how it would painstakingly send you back to respawn.
Your thoughts are quickly interuppted by a pair of sturdy arms catching you under your armpits as you fall backwards against a warm chest. The hitch of your breath pierces the air, oxygen filling your shuddering lungs as you slowly drown in the scent of petrichor and the acrid odor of a French brand of cigarette.
Just like how he used to lull you to sleep as a child, Spy softened his tone, his warm moist breath tickling your left ear as he ushered you to your drug induced sleep. The only coherent thought that flashes through your mind before sleep claims is the amount of trouble your going to be in once you wake up.
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Well, I know it's not my usual writing style. But I thought that I would have some fun with it. I hope you enjoyed it anon. Because I certainly enjoyed writing this.
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Title: Tender Care.
Written for a very lovely, very indulgent anonymous commissioner.
Pairing: Yandere!Yor x Reader (SxF).
Word Count: 2.5k.
TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Slight Asphyxiation, Overstimulation, Implied Violence, Bad Medical Advice, Oral Sex, Delusional Behavior, and Prolonged Stalking.
[Part Two]
Your first instinct was, unimpressively, to assume that sheâd followed you here.
It wasnât the most brilliant idea thatâd ever flashed across your mind, but honestly, what else were you supposed to think? You could count the number of days in the past three months you hadnât âcoincidentallyâ run into the Forgers on a single hand, and you had to hold the precious few nights you didnât spend helping Loid cook for his busy family or attempting to tutor Anya or trying to talk your way out of whatever family outing theyâd invited you on close â if you could really call Yor showing up on your doorstep with a spare dress and a beaming smile an invitation. You couldnât seem to get rid of them, so it wasnât out of the question that you wouldnât be as safe as youâd hoped in the sanctuary of an opera house two trains and three taxis away from the little apartment complex thatâd become your waking nightmare. Even if it was only Yor, rather than all three. Even if she clearly wasnât paying attention to you, her concentration solely on the man she had pinned to wall, one hand wrapped around his throat and a long, needle-like blade clasped in the other. Even if she couldnât have known you wouldâve gotten lost on your way to your seat, couldnât have snuck into a place like this in a dress sporting so many strange, crimson stains. Even if nothing you were looking at made any sense, you couldnât help it.
Your second instinct â when you realized that the man she had pinned to the wall wasnât breathing, that the strange substance painted across her dress probably had something to do with the blood leaking from his throat, that you could only pray she hadnât come here for you â was to scream.
You covered your mouth as quickly as you could, but it was too late. Yor snapped in your direction, letting the dead man fall to the ground as she turned to face you. Suddenly, as those prying crimson eyes met yours, the hallway between you and her didnât feel as long as it had, a moment ago, the threat she presented less psychological and more immediate, more physical. Yor seemed to recover from her bloodlust before you managed to pull yourself out of your shock; her eyes widening as she took a step towards you, then another, tucking her weapon into her belt as she approached you slowly, as if her pace would be what scared you away.
And, to her credit, you didnât move. It was one thing to dread running into your clingy neighbor in an unused wing of an opera house on the other side of town, another entirely to see that same neighbor strangling a man to death. It was all you could do to remind yourself to breathe, to try and fail to stop yourself from shaking as she came to stand in front of you. There was an airy sigh, a quick shake of her head, then her blood-stained hands came up to cup your face, to tilt your head back and force you to acknowledge her adoring stare, the tentative grin tugging at the corner of her lips â not entirely dissimilar to the expression she wore as she forced you out of your peaceful seclusion.
âWhat are you doing here, sweetheart?â she asked, in the same gentle tone she used when Anya got into a fight with one of her classmates, when Loid came home with bags under his eyes and only half the energy it wouldâve taken to stumble to bed. âI thought you were supposed to be staying home, tonight.â
Did you? You didnât remember that. Then again, you couldnât remember much of anything beyond this, beyond the feeling of Yorâs warmth seeping into your cheek, the sight of her looming above you. Had she always been so tall? She couldnât have been. If itâd always been so clear just how easily she would be able to overpower you, you wouldâve moved to the other side of the country the day she and her awful husband moved in.
You didnât respond, but Yor didnât seem to care. âItâs alright,â she went on, as if that would be enough to stop your knees from buckling underneath you, as if that would be enough to stop you from running for your life as soon as you remembered how to move your legs. âIâll have this cleaned up in a few minutes. Then, we can spend the rest of the night together.â
She bowed her head, ducking low enough for her lips to brush against the top of your head and linger there.
She didnât get a chance to pull away before your legs gave out and the world around you went dark.
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Yorâs first instinct was, of course, to catch you, smiling as your body went limp and collapsed into her arms.
Her second, rather belatedly, was to remember that she was still very much in the middle of a mission and think that maybe, just maybe, she should stage your little reunion somewhere other than her crime scene.
It helped that her time alone with you was cut short before she could let you distract her, again. For as adorable as sheâd found it, your scream had drawn more than a little unwanted attention; she could already hear a rush of footsteps only a few hundred feet away, five or so civilians she didnât have the clearance to dispose of. With a small frown, a disappointed sigh, she took you into her arms and found somewhere to stow you away â a cramped, forgotten dressing room, left neglected by those responsible for its upkeep. She didnât bother trying to turn on the lights, relying on her limited sight to find a dust-coated vanity and lean you against a cracked mirror she could only hope wouldnât cut you. She wouldnât know what to do with herself if you got hurt because of her carelessness.
Even unconscious, it was clear you were already in distress. Your breathing was uneven, ragged, and she could practically feel your heart beating as she pressed her ear to your chest, even if she was glad to know it was beating at all. Sheâd let rose-colored joy tinge your greeting, but she now that she thought about it, Yor could remember how shocked youâd looked to see her, how shaken the sight of so much blood had left you. Oh, poor thing. She couldnât begin to imagine how scared you mustâve been.
She couldnât begin to imagine how scared you still were. With her head still resting against your chest, she felt you start to stir, shifting underneath her as your own restlessness brought your brief respite to an abrupt end. Your hands â still shaking, much to Yorâs shame â rose to her shoulders, shoving her away gently as you attempted to speak for the first time since youâd run into each other. âP-please, I needâPlease, donâtââ
The footsteps were closer, now, a small collection of vaguely masculine voices coming into earshot. Her hand was around your throat in a moment, her palm forced over your mouth in another. You let out a panicked, muffled shriek, and Yor did what she could to hush you, to comfort you. You looked like you could use some comfort, right now.
âI know, I know, itâs scary,â she started, doing her best to keep her voice down, to make sure her hold on your throat wasnât too tight, that she wasnât pressing too hard on anything you couldnât live without. Itâd be a shame to accidentally snap your neck, or worse â choke you until you passed out for the second time that day. Even you wouldnât forgive her for something like that. âPlease, try to stay with me. We just have to wait until the commotion dies down, then I can explain whatâs going on.â
Her excuses did little to soothe you. Her heart broke as you kicked and struggled, your nails biting into her wrist and thick, warm tears soon flooding down your cheeks. In any other situation, the sight wouldâve brought her to hysterics too, but she couldnât, she had to be strong for you. Catching her with her mark mustâve left you more off-kilter than sheâd thought. You werenât just startled, you were terrified â no, worse than that, you were irrational, past the point of anything Yor could think to say. You wereâ
You were hysterical.
The phrase rose up from a half-remembered conversation sheâd had with Loid weeks ago, after she commented on how cutely your voice shook and wondered aloud if you were always so nervous, if there was anything they would be able to do to help you lower your guard. It was only a passing thought, an ill-advised suggestion, something heâd mumbled about in a state of exhaustion and refused to mention again after a full nightâs rest. Pelvic massages, heâd called them, an outdated treatment administered to women experiencing fits of extreme emotion. Often administered without consent, let alone proper documentation.
âOutdatedâ, Loid had called it, but he never said âineffectiveâ.
Yor took a deep breath, steeling herself. She tightened her hold on your throat until each shallow breath took every last drop of your concentration. Only when she was sure you didnât have the oxygen to cry out did she let her palm fall away from your mouth â taking to the space between your thighs, instead. âIâm going to help you,â she whispered, more for herself than for you. âJust⊠just let me do this for you, please.â
Her voice shook as she found the hem of your dress. Thankfully, your skirt had pooled around your thighs when she set you on the vanity, meaning sheâd only just started to blush by the time sheâd dragged it up to your waist. She tried to think about how Loid would handle this, about how he would handle you, but nervous static overwhelmed her more rational thoughts the moment her fingertips made contact with your panties, already damp where the fabric pressed against your slit. That was good. A doctor wouldâve thought that was good, surely.
Yor couldnât help but think that it was great â just how quickly youâd gotten wet for her.
She slipped too fingers underneath the thin material, pulling it to the side. In response, you let out a noiseless whine, only identifiably by the slight reverberation of your throat against her palm, and tried to shut your legs, to stop her from helping you. She worked a knee between your legs before they could close completely, forcing your thighs apart and finding your clit with her thumb, eager to prove how useful she could be before you tried to shut her out again. Admittedly, she wasnât the most experienced caretaker you couldâve had, but she tried to picture the anatomical models sheâd seen in Loidâs study, to think of the way she touched herself when she had a excuse to let herself into your apartment, when she was surrounded by things that smelled like you and unable to hold herself back. Slowly, carefully, she started to circle the bundle of nerves with the pad of her thumb, mindful not to hurt you or leave you feeling neglected, unloved.
When you bucked against her, she only held you more securely. Soon, her chin rested on your shoulder, quiet coos and words of comfort falling past her lips as she slid two fingers into your pussy and scissored them apart, savoring how you clenched around her. You werenât in a relationship (she wouldâve noticed if you were, wouldâve made sure no one else got close enough to hurt you), and while she wasnât sure how often you⊠how often you took care of yourself, it couldnât have been often enough. All she had to do was curl her fingers, flick her wrist, pay a little attention to your clit, and you were practically melting around her. As your slick began to drip down the inside of your thighs, she added a third digit, and your body stiffened underneath her touch, a pair of hands shooting up and taking hold of her shoulders. You really were adorable, she thought, as your nails bit into her skin. You really did need her.
It took more than a little strength to remember why she was doing this, to keep herself from leaning into your affection and keep her pace steady, her tempo constant. The most self-indulgence she allowed herself was a stolen kiss to the curve of your neck, right above the point where her hand wrapped around your throat, then another to your collarbone, a satisfied hum escaping despite her best efforts when she realized you were wearing the low-cut dress she and Loid had gotten for you, last time you accompanied them on a day-long shopping trip. Still, it wasnât enough to stop her heart from skipping a beat as you stiffened, as your pulse raced underneath her palm and the walls of your pussy convulsed around her fingers. Your mouth fell open, but she managed to keep any sound you mightâve made silent as she brought you to your first climax; your orgasm gentle, but intense enough for her to draw out for minutes before it ended and left you limp, clearly exhausted. Your eyes flickered up, meeting hers in a wordless plea to stop, but she couldnât afford to be soft with you, not when your own well-being was at stake. Not when you so clearly needed her help.
Tearing a strip of material from the ringed collar of her dress, she pushed an apologetic kiss into the corner of your lips and fastened the makeshift choker around your neck, tight enough to keep you quiet, tight enough to make sure youâd have that pretty, glassy-eyed look for just a few minutes longer. She couldnât hear the civilians anymore, but then again, she couldnât hear much of anything over the sound of her own heart beating in her hears as she kneeled in front of you, her hands keeping your thighs spread open as she buried her face between your thighs, mouth latching onto your dripping pussy as if by instinct. Attempting to think about what was medically necessary, what was best for your health was beyond her, now, as her tongue lapped over your entrance, as she tasted you for the first time and found pure euphoria between your thighs. For all the joy she felt, she wasnât surprised. Sheâd always known youâd be the sweetest thing she ever tasted.
Any noise you mightâve made was quickly replaced by the slick noise of sucking, lapping, savoring. It was messy, not as calculated as she wanted to pretend to be or as tender as it had been whenever she imagined your first time together, but Yorâs best traits had always lied with her passion, her brute strength, and it only took seconds for you to let out a breathy, muffled sob of a moan, to grind stiltedly into her mouth as she swallowed down everything you had to give her. This time, she didnât attempt to pull away, to act like she could let that much distance form between you and her. Loid had called it a treatment, right? No, it wasnât a question, she was sure â this was supposed to be a treatment.
And, as far as Yor could tell, that meant sheâd have to help you until you were completely, entirely, absolutely better.
No matter how many hours it took to cure you, she wouldnât leave your side until youâd made a full recovery.
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Christmas Time: Yandere Buddy Daddies x Teen Delinquent Reader
The sight of snow behind the luxury condoâs window still felt odd to you
 Even with the fluffy insulating blanket around your body it still feltâŠweird
You didnât look at the orange and flower embroidered blanket rustling next to you
With a yawn, Miri poked her head out to look for you
â(Y/n)? W-where oh, there you are.â
She scooched up to youÂ
Shoving her way past your arms and into the comfort of your blanket, cozying up to your body
The sight of snow behind the luxury condoâs window still felt odd to you
 Even with the fluffy insulating blanket around your body it still feltâŠweird
You didnât look at the orange and flower embroidered blanket rustling next to you
With a yawn, Miri poked her head out to look for you
â(Y/n)? W-where oh, there you are.â
She scooched up to youÂ
Shoving her way past your arms and into the comfort of your blanket, cozying up to your body
âYou always up so early⊠it's like youâre trying to leave me out.â
âIâd never Miri.â
She hummed clutching at your matching pajamas
You didnât bother looking away from the snow sighing to yourself
âIs this your first time seeing snow?â
It was ReâPapa Rei who somehow quietly slotted himself next to youÂ
His hair was pulled back and he was wearing a nice suit with little tears
âAnother...bad interview?â
â...YeahâŠâ He forgot thatâs what theyâve been telling you two
âSo first time?â
â...No, just the first time Iâm inside for it.â
You could feel him looking at youÂ
âI heardâŠI knowâŠthe snowâs really different when youâre not surviving against it.â
You looked at him, listlessly worried for youÂ
Before turning your attention back to the window
âAlright, everyone! Are special cozy Christmas brunch is ready!â
Miri sluggishly perked up still wobbly with the effects of early morning/night gift giving
Thanks to circumstance Papa Kazuki had to be really roundabout when bringing Miri home
So all three of you spent the night napping irregularly and driving around
Only returning past midnight and forced to open presents early due to Miriâs demand Republic dictatorship
You didnât mind it, getting more things youâd never imagine yourself holding in three lifetimes
And receiving kisses and hugs from everyone for gifts you donât remember wrapping
It felt strange
With Miri slowly waking up her and Kazukiâs shouts of a feast almost underway
Beckoning you and Rei to join
With one more look at you, he went stripping off his work attire
It was Papa Kazuki who came to youÂ
Standing in front of you to block the window
âYou too grumpy pants! Come on up you go!â
He made the motions with his hand before he went to grab you
Picking you up with ease as he made his way to the dinner table
you thought heâd put you down once you got there but he carries you still
Stopping before your designated chair
âUhm Papa-Kazuki?â
âYes, bug?â
âCan you put me down?â
âHmmm?â
The blonde-brunette pretended to thinkÂ
To which you rolled your eyes
Giving a reluctant kiss to his cheekÂ
He finally let you down
âAwww youâre so well-behaved. Merry Christmas (Y/n)!â
âMewwy Cwistmas!â
âMiri take your time and chew your food!â
âOmkay.â
â...Happy Christmas (Y/n).â
You sighed looking down at your plate full of all your favorites
Then back at yourâŠfamily
âThanks, guys, uh Merry Christmas?â
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