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Breed you

Warning: sex, unprotected sex, smut, breeding.

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As the sun set behind the walls of King's Landing, you found yourself in the throne room of the Red Keep. Your lover, Daemon, stood before you, his silver hair shimmering in the dim candlelight. He was a man unlike any other- fierce, bold, and unafraid to take what he wanted.

You could feel his eyes roaming over your body, hunger in his gaze. He had summoned you here for a reason, and you knew it would be nothing short of wild and passionate.

'Māzigon issa jorrāelagon,' he purred, his hand extended towards you

Without hesitation, you walked towards him, your heart racing in anticipation. As you drew closer, you could see the intensity in his eyes, his desire for you burning like fire. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him, his lips crashing down onto yours in a heated kiss. You could feel his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you.

Without breaking the kiss, Daemon lifted you up and placed you on the Iron Throne. It was cold and hard beneath you, but with his warm body pressed against yours, you didn't care. He began to undress you, his hands moving expertly over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned against his lips as he traced a line down your neck, trailing hot kisses along your collarbone.

'Issa dārys,' you breathed, pulling him closer to you.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own smoldering with desire. 'Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb.' he whispered huskily.

Your eyes widened at his words, the thought of carrying his child filling you with a mix of excitement and fear. But with Daemon, you knew you were safe. You nodded, giving him your consent.

With a smirk, he lifted you up and positioned you on his lap, his hard length pressing against you. He buried himself deep inside you, causing you to gasp and cling onto him for dear life. 'Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria ' he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, lost in a world of pleasure and bliss. As Daemon's pace quickened, you felt your body building towards a powerful climax. With a loud cry, you reached your peak, your whole body trembling with pleasure.

But Daemon wasn't finished yet. He continued to move within you, his intensity never wavering. 'Nyke going naejot breed ao ēva aōha grevenka rūsīr issa riñar isse aōha womb.' he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness.

The thought of carrying his child ignited a new fire within you, and you eagerly welcomed him deeper inside you. You could feel him nearing his own release, and with one final thrust, he cried out your name, filling you with his seed.

As you both caught your breath, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You gazed into each other's eyes, knowing that in that brief moment, you had created something magical.

'Avy jorrāelan,' Daemon whispered, his hand stroking your cheek lovingly.

'Se nyke ao,' you replied, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

As you both sat on the Iron Throne, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that you were meant to be together. And as you felt his love and warmth surround you, you couldn't wait to see what the future held for you both.

Translation

Māzigon issa jorrāelagon- come my love

Issa dārys- my king

Nyke jaelagon naejot breed ao, nyke jaelagon ao naejot carry issa riñar isse aōha fertile womb- I want to breed you, I want you to carry my children in your fertile womb

Gods, ao feel sīr sȳz sīr ȳrda syt issa issa dāria- Gods, you feel so good so tight for me my queen

Avy jorrāelan- I love you

Se nyke ao- and I you

A Little Fun In The Night

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The fire was crackling and the flames were dancing as Klaus and Y/n laid in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The warmth of the fire mixed with their growing desire, making the room feel impossibly hot. Klaus' lips were trailing down Y/n's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.

Their clothes were already lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Y/n's fingers were tangled in Klaus' wild locks as his skilled hands explored her body. The passion between them was undeniable, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Just as they were about to take their passion to a whole new level, a little voice interrupted.

'Mommy, Daddy?'

Startled, Klaus and Y/n quickly broke apart and looked towards the door. Standing there was their three-year-old daughter, Hope, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Klaus quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over them, trying to cover their naked bodies. Y/n's face turned bright red as she tried to hide behind Klaus.

'Hope, darling, what are you doing up?' Klaus asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.

'I heard noises and I got scared,' Hope said with a pout.

Klaus and Y/n exchanged a panicked look, not knowing how to explain the situation to their curious daughter. They had always been careful to keep their intimate moments away from Hope, but it seemed like they had been caught in the act this time.

'It's alright, love. Mommy and Daddy were just having a little...exercise,' Klaus said, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Why are you both naked?' Hope asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

'Uh... because it's hot by the fire,' Y/n quickly replied, knowing her explanation sounded ridiculous.

Hope's innocent mind seemed to accept their answers, and she walked towards them, peering under the blanket.

'Can I join in the exercise?' Hope asked, her big blue eyes looking up at her parents.

Klaus and Y/n both choked, exchanging another panicked look.

'Uh, no darling. This is just for grown-ups,' Klaus said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

'But I'm almost a grown up too!' Hope protested, pouting.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the door open and Elijah, Klaus' brother, walked in.

'Hope, what are you doing up at this hour?' Elijah asked, stroking her hair gently.

'I heard noises, Uncle Elijah,' Hope answered with a yawn.

Elijah's eyes fell on Klaus and Y/n, who were still hidden under the blanket, their faces turning red with embarrassment. He quickly caught on to the situation and tried to hide a smile.

'Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy have some alone time, and we'll go make some hot chocolate?' Elijah suggested, trying to distract Hope.

Hope's eyes lit up at the mention of hot chocolate, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, bidding goodnight to her parents.

'Goodnight, Hope,' Klaus and Y/n both said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Once the door closed, Klaus let out a groan and buried his face in his hands.

'I can't believe we just got caught by our own daughter,' Y/n said, letting out a nervous laugh.

'Indeed, darling. I never thought I would be in such a situation. We must be more careful in the future,' Klaus said, trying to sound stern but failing as he was still struggling to hide his amusement.

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, and soon Klaus joined in. They couldn't believe what had just happened, but they also couldn't deny the fact that it was a hilarious situation.

Once the laughter died down, Klaus and Y/n settled back under the blanket, but this time with a little more caution. The moment was still too hot to ignore, and they couldn't let it go to waste.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Klaus' hands roamed all over Y/n's body, igniting a fire within her. They were desperate to make up for the interrupted moment and lose themselves in each other's passion.

Klaus' hands trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire as he stopped at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's hands roamed all over Klaus' body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.

They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. The fire burned bright, the flames mirroring the passion between them.

As their bodies became one, they forgot all about the interruption and were lost in each other's love. They forgot about time, about the world outside, and only focused on each other.

The fire eventually died down, but their passion didn't. They continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every moan was like a symphony, a celebration of their love.

Hours went by, and they were still lost in each other, their love stronger than ever. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their breaths heavy, but they didn't want to stop.

As the sun began to rise, Klaus and Y/n finally gave in to exhaustion and fell onto the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. They lay there, watching the fire die down to embers, feeling content and complete.

'Mommy and Daddy?' a little voice called out again, interrupting the moment.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a tired laugh, knowing what was coming next.

'Don't worry, love. We're decent,' Klaus said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Hope walked into the room and smiled, seeing her parents cuddled up on the floor. She ran towards them and snuggled between them, not wanting to be left out.

'We'll have to remember to lock the door next time, love,' Y/n whispered to Klaus, both of them laughing.

As Hope drifted off to sleep, her parents stayed awake, watching her with love and warmth in their hearts.

'I love you, Y/n,' Klaus whispered, kissing her forehead.

'I love you too, Klaus,' Y/n replied, smiling at her partner.

Their love had survived through centuries of trials and tribulations, and it would continue to conquer all obstacles. As long as they had each other, nothing could stop them from being a family, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: Jealous Rhaenyra, Daemon x niece reader, Incest, reader's pregnant with Daemon's baby.

The sun was setting over the Red Keep, casting a warm glow on the city of King's Landing. Inside the castle, the royal family was gathering for dinner. Daemon, the handsome and charismatic prince, sat at the head of the table, his wife and niece, Y/N, by his side. They had been married for just over a year, and Y/N was now pregnant with their first child.

As the feast began, Rhaenyra Y/N's mother, entered the room. She was known for her beauty and her fierce love for her family. But tonight, there was a darkness in her eyes that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. Rhaenyra took her seat at the opposite end of the table, her gaze never leaving Y/N.

As the evening went on, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. Rhaenyra's behavior was becoming more and more erratic, and she seemed to be glaring at Y/N with hatred and jealousy. Y/N knew that Rhaenyra had always been fiercely protective of her husband, but she never expected her own mother to turn against her.

When the feast ended, Y/N excused herself and made her way to her chambers. She could feel Rhaenyra's eyes following her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. As she entered her room, she found Rhaenyra waiting for her, a wicked smile on her lips.

'Mother, what is the matter?' Y/N asked, trying to hide the fear in her voice.

Rhaenyra's smile widened. 'You, my dear. You are the matter. How dare you steal my uncle's love and bear his child? You are nothing but a pawn in his game.'

Y/N was taken aback by Rhaenyra's words. She had always known that her marriage to Daemon was unconventional, but she never imagined her own mother would see her as a threat. But before she could respond, Rhaenyra's hand shot out and grabbed Y/N's wrist tightly.

'You will not bear his child. I will not let you,' Rhaenyra hissed, her grip tightening.

Y/N's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Rhaenyra was planning. She was going to harm Y/N and her unborn child. Without thinking, Y/N pushed Rhaenyra away and ran to her chambers, locking the door behind her. She could hear Rhaenyra banging on the door, demanding to be let in.

Y/N's heart was racing as she looked around her room, trying to come up with a plan. She knew she couldn't stay in her chambers, but she also couldn't leave the safety of the castle. Suddenly, she remembered the secret passage that led to Daemon's chambers.

With trembling hands, Y/N opened the hidden door and made her way through the dark tunnels. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the baby kicking inside her. She prayed that Daemon would be in his chambers and that he would protect her and their child.

As Y/N entered Daemon's chambers, she was greeted by the sight of her husband, sitting by the fireplace, lost in thought. She ran to him and collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down her face.

'Y/N, what is the matter?' Daemon asked, concern etched on his face as he held her tight.

'It's mother. She...she wants to harm our child,' Y/N sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Daemon's face hardened as he pulled away from Y/N and looked into her eyes. 'I will not let anyone harm you or our child. I swear it on my life,' he said, determination in his voice.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of love for her husband. She knew that he would protect them no matter what. But she also knew that they couldn't stay in the castle any longer. Rhaenyra would not stop until she got what she wanted.

Together, Y/N and Daemon made their escape from the Red Keep, leaving behind the treacherous world of the Targaryen's. They found a new home in Dragonstone, far away from the chaos and danger of King's Landing. And there, surrounded by love and safety, Y/N gave birth to a healthy baby boy, their firstborn. He was named Maegor, after Maegor the first.

As they looked at their child, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for Daemon's love and protection. And as for Rhaenyra, she was never seen or heard from again. But Y/N knew that her mother's love for Daemon would always burn bright, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman who had lost everything to her own jealousy.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: labor, Neice reader, angst, death.

The castle of Dragonstone was bustling with excitement as Lady Y/N, wife of Daemon Targaryen, was about to give birth to their first child. The halls were decorated with banners of House Targaryen and the sound of cheers echoed through the corridors. But within all the joy and celebrations, there was one person who was not happy - Y/N's mother, Princess Rhaenyra.

As Y/N's labor pains became more frequent and intense, she longed for the comfort and support of her husband. However, her mother made sure that Daemon was nowhere to be found. Rhaenyra had always been against their union, finding Y/N unworthy of her uncle's love and a hindrance to their family's legacy. She saw this as an opportunity to separate the two once and for all.

Y/N's maids and servants, well aware of their Princss's schemes, were hesitant to go against her orders. But they couldn't bear to see their lady suffering in pain without her husband by her side. So, they secretly sent a message to Daemon, informing him about Y/N's condition and pleading him to come to her aid.

Despite Rhaenyra's efforts, Daemon found his way to Y/N's chambers. The moment he saw his wife's pale and sweat-drenched face, he knew something was wrong. He held her hand tightly and whispered words of comfort, promising to never leave her side.

Y/N's labor was long and difficult, but finally, the cries of a newborn filled the room. As they held their child, a beautiful baby boy, Y/N and Daemon's eyes filled with tears of joy and love. But their smiles were short-lived as they noticed Y/N's weak and pale state.

Panicked, Daemon called for the maester, but it was too late. Y/N had lost a lot of blood and her body couldn't take it anymore. In the arms of her beloved husband, Y/N took her last breath, leaving behind her devastated husband and their newborn son.

Daemon's grief was immeasurable as he held onto his wife's lifeless body, blaming himself for not being there when she needed him the most. And in that moment, he swore to never forgive his Niece for her selfish actions that cost him his beloved wife.

The news of Y/N's death spread throughout the castle, casting a dark shadow over the once joyful celebrations. Rhaenyra, whose jealousy and spite had caused this tragedy, was consumed by guilt and shame. She begged for Daemon's forgiveness, but he could not bring himself to forgive her for taking away the love of his life.

As the days went by, Daemon named his son after his late wife, a constant reminder of the love and sacrifice she had made. And though he would always miss Y/N, he found solace in their son, knowing that a part of her would always live on in him. As for Rhaenyra, she spent the rest of her days haunted by the memory of her daughter's death, a punishment she had brought upon herself.

𝑀𝒸'𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

To My Dearest Kalim,

As I sit down to pen this letter, my heart brims with an abundance of joy and affection that words alone can scarcely capture. I hope these lines find you in the best of spirits, for I wish to convey a sentiment that holds true and unwavering: You are my sunshine, and without a shadow of doubt, the absolute best.

In this vast and ever-changing world, you have become the radiant beacon that illuminates my life. Just as the sun graces the earth each day, your presence fills my days with warmth, comfort, and an undeniable sense of happiness. Your smile, like the sun's rays, has the power to brighten even the darkest of moments, and in your laughter, I find a melody that resonates deep within my soul.

Through both stormy skies and cloudless days, you have remained a constant source of inspiration and strength. Your unwavering support and belief in me have propelled me forward, encouraging me to strive for greatness and embrace the very best version of myself. Your unwavering love has uplifted my spirits, providing solace and reassurance during life's trials and tribulations.

In the tapestry of my life, you are the thread that weaves together every beautiful moment. Your presence infuses my world with color, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. Each day spent in your company is a treasured gift, for you bring endless joy, laughter, and a sense of fulfillment that I never thought possible.

It is not only your radiant spirit that captivates me but also your remarkable qualities that set you apart. Your kindness knows no bounds, and your compassion touches the lives of those around you. Your intelligence shines brightly, illuminating conversations and opening doors to new realms of knowledge and understanding. Your unwavering determination and resilience inspire me to be a better person, to chase my dreams with unwavering fervor.

In a world that often feels uncertain and daunting, you are my anchor, my safe harbor. Your unwavering love and unwavering presence give me the strength to face life's challenges head-on, knowing that together, we can weather any storm. Your unwavering support fills me with a sense of assurance and confidence, reminding me that I am never alone in this journey.

My dearest Kalim, no words can truly encapsulate the depth of my feelings for you. You are my sunshine, my guiding light, and the epitome of all that is good and beautiful in this world. Your presence in my life is an immeasurable blessing, and I am eternally grateful for the privilege of calling you mine.

Forever and always, you are my sunshine, and unquestionably, the very best.

With all my love,

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 : 𝑀𝒸

ᎷᎥᎶᏬᏋᏝ Ꭷ'ᏂᏗᏒᏗ ጀ ᏒᏋᏗᎴᏋᏒ

ᏝᎧᏉᏋ'Ꮥ ᏰᏝᎥᏕᏕ

ᏰᏝᎧᏕᏕᎧᎷᏕ ᎧᎦ ᏝᎧᏉᏋ

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

Max' older brother who charles has had a crush on since they first met, where charles figures out that older brother has been holding back in raceing so their dad focuses on him so he doesnt hurt max, and charles is in awe because older brother could have made it into formula 1 a while ago and charles doesnt think hed be able to do something like that if it were him, so charles decides to help male reader as much as he can without being noticed

·₊̣̇. older verstappen - charles leclerc x male!verstappen!reader

Charles always knew Max had an older brother, but never thought he would actually meet him. The first time y/n came to the paddock alongside Max, Charles was mesmerized. You’re perfect dark blond locks, icy blue eyes and muscular form had him drooling. He couldn’t believe someone could outdo max’ beauty.

They quickly became mates, finding out more and more about each other. And then racing came up. Y/n didn’t talk much about his racing career, since he almost had the same childhood as max. Yes, we are talking about Jos Verstappen. The devil of Max’ and Y/n’s past.

First, Jos had tried to get y/n into racing, which had been successful until f3. Then Max came along when he tried to win his 3rd karting championship, which he had lost due to the fact Jos was busy with max.

While you were explaining it, Charles suddenly interrupted. “But if your father had kept the focus on you you surely would have been in f1 for years now, mate.” Talking about years, it could have been about 15-ish years. 

“I know Charles, but I'm really stepping back, my dad can stay focused on Max and his championship.I want him to stop nagging at my head to keep racing.”Charles sighs. “Y/n ur missing my point, you should try to get back in. I know you’re stepping back nd shit, but I guarantee you, you will become wdc.” 

That night, y/n stared blankly at the ceiling when he was in his hotelbed. What did Charles mean? Does he want you there, or does his dad and my brother want me to continue the thing I loved so much? These thoughts slid away once he was falling asleep.

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These next few weeks y/n and charles have been sneaking around, trying to find a way for y/n to come back into racing. Their friendship grew more and more, eventually turning into a situationship. What exactly was it?? No idea. Friends with benefits? Possibly. Did they care to label it? No, they just left it like that.

Did y/n get to f1? Yeah! But for how long??

I guess we’ll never know.

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a/n : here your request :p at some points i made it slightly different, but normally it shouldn't be to far off of the request! i made it a small blurb tho bc its like 10pm so 😭

★ summary — during a sweltering day at the horse races, anthony bridgerton finds himself rather enchanted by a sharp-witted, and competitive newcomer... however his greatest challenge turned out not quite to be their playful banter but perhaps something deeper than just that. ˖˙ ꔫ —★★★★ pairing: anthony bridgerton x fem! reader ˖˙ ꔫ —★★★ content warnings. n/a ˖˙ ꔫ —★★ word count. 3.8k ˖˙ ꔫ —★ genre. fluff? not really. idiots in love except they don't know they're in love...? anthony being anthony?? ★ authors note: excuse my god horrendous writing, i fear i have just come back from a 2 year hiatus and well.. it seems as if all my writing sense have bene diminished into the ends of the earth. also mutuals. i need mutuals please, i need to be insane to someone.

Anthony always enjoyed a heartfelt competition.

Perhaps a bit too much for the likings of others, but it always seemed to be infused with his blood. It all came so naturally to him; there was no need to try. As a young boy, he would compete with his brothers, Benedict having quite a hearty laugh when he would fail to beat him in whatever makeshift game they conjured up. It made it worse for the already tense gentleman because his annoying, bothersome brother would never stop bringing out how he was younger than Anthony during such times.

But he was not a quitter. He never was, and he decided that he never shall be. Anthony perpetually told himself that, and the results always ended up in his favor at the end of the day. Just as victory appeared within his reach, he let it go once more, easily slipping through his fingers in the subsequent round. Anthony has always been perplexed as to why this pattern only ever appeared to surround him or why he only noticed it within himself far too much. 

It seemed quite the same when it came to his love life as well. Taking away the winning part—he never quite seemed to win. Conceivably, Anthony never thought he could truly love someone with his entire being; the sensation felt so foreign and despicable to think about. An acquaintance, he supposed, was something he could settle with. And yet, an admirable acquaintance proved hard to find in this economy. The number of women that lined up for a dance, a date—whatever it may be, were all too simple-minded, credulous, or even dumb, if Anthony really thought about it. None of them appeared to be a suitable partner.

Those thoughts haunted him day and night throughout the season—the wonder if he’ll ever meet anyone well-suited for him, he pondered to himself. Anthony deemed himself rather fortunate that he was a busy man, bustling about a handful of places in need to complete the tasks firsthand. When he had his hands full with some problem, even if it may be pointless, occupied his mind enough for him to forget about his marital issues. Taxation never seemed more interesting to him.

Conversely, he found that it bothered him most during social events. Whereas his problems stood face-to-face against him, sometimes it felt as if it were a direct punch to the gut. With the remaining eligible ladies dwindling, his temper for it all only grew to being far more annoyed than anything else. Any other year, Anthony would’ve respectively enjoyed the horse race that he attended within the company of his brothers, but at this time, his mind had been elsewhere as he mindlessly stumbled his way around the course grounds.

There were a number of people that stood around him, chatting expressively with one an

other. Ladies whispering in hushed tones, their husbands gathered amongst themselves, likely betting against one another. Anthony couldn’t help but to do so himself—a solid bet did him well most days. Although, perhaps, he wasn’t the brightest when it came to the subject despite betting upon the favoured horse.

Anthony tugs heartily at his neckpiece, adjusting the pressure against his throat as it pressed in such a peculiar way that he began to pay some mind to it. He adjusted it so that it was allowed to rest lightly, not entirely choking him out anymore as it had done just moments ago. The effort ended up being weirdly abominable.

Peeved, bothered, and sweaty, he decided sullenly the lemonade that the event offered would not be such a bad idea to him after all. Refreshing was the only word that happened to catch his mind as he politely hurries his way towards where the stand had caught his eye as he made his way into the event. It seems as if half of the people there had a similar idea, heeding from the lengthiness of the line. He could perhaps find some place else to get some refreshments, but if Anthony is being honest, the idea of continuing to walk in this heat whilst unknowing if there even was anything waiting for him out there, wasn’t one that he would immediately jump to. And so he begrudgingly waits.

The sun beats down harshly upon him, and he tirelessly slides off his top-hat to appease the sweat that had begun to cling onto the sides of his forehead. Anthony dabs the beads away silently with the cuff of his coat when no one else is paying any mind to him. He liked to call himself fortunate as the line dissipates fairly quickly, and it is only a few minutes later when he finds himself nearing the refreshments area.

“Cooling, is it not?” 

It takes Anthony a beat to realize that the sudden intrusion of the voice is addressed towards him. He swivels his head, pivoting himself so he can adjust to the sudden change in position to locate where the sound had come from. He is quick to answer the question as the fine-looking lady standing next to him stares right back into his betrothed soul.

First impressions always stuck near and dear to Anthony, and while usually it would be noted of their personality and not much else, he finds himself in a different situation to the norm. The first thing he notices happens to be the alluring eyes, mysterious with a gaze that would unsettle any person, man or woman. But the expression read differently, a polite smile stretched upon the delicate skin, her fair hair conditioned beautifully for this particular sunny day. Anthony is quick to return the smile, as he had done so many times before in the past. He could regard it as a daily occurrence now.

“Indeed, it is.” His response is considerate, his voice moderately even; it’s as if he were trained for this. And Anthony supposed he quite literally is trained for it. “Especially on a day as sweltering as this.” 

He can faintly hear in the background a man grumbling incoherently about keeping up the line, and he apologetically (although he doesn’t feel very apologetic) responds to the not-so gentleman behind him. He hastily picks his glass, an internal groan erupting in him when a couple of drops spill onto the earthly grass. At least it had avoided his clothing by its means. Anthony had already begun to walk away, lemonade secured, when he noticed the same lady who had engaged him in a brief conversation engaging in the same direction that he was headed. 

“Such events are quite amusing,” Her words are delicate, but they are firm enough for Anthony to know that she stands her ground. She stands ever so beautifully, firm but beautiful, letting her dress flutter slightly into the soft breeze that washes over the course. “I can not say that they were common in my homeland.”

Ah. So that is why Anthony failed to recognize her—a new citizen, or possibly just visiting some family for the season. After all, Mayfair was quite prestigious in its ways if you stood in the high rankings. “So I take that you are not from here?” He questions, even though he already knows the answer.

The lady shakes her head, the hair atop her head bouncing as she does so. “Not quite.” She responded appropriately. She rattles off some place that Anthony had surely never been before, and he nods upon hearing the answer. "I am here visiting, as my cousin kindly offered to host me, and who am I to decline such a gracious invitation?"

The words rolled sweetly off her tongue, as if she were making a harmonious melody. Certainly a clever tongue in her mouth, Anthony could think to himself. “Well then, I must certainly assume that you are here for the season.” 

It was an honest question. The lady looked to be in her earlier years of life, if Anthony really had to make a guess. Fair skin, beautiful features, and a voice as gorgeous as the waves in the ocean—what else would she be doing in Mayfair at this time of the year? It only seemed reasonable to make that assumption. He stands correct when she pushes her head down as an agreement, “Yes.” She says, yet she pauses for a beat before continuing her sentence, "Though I must say, it is quite a considerable departure from what I am accustomed to back home.”

"In a manner most agreeable, I trust?" Anthony says, and the lady smiles approvingly. It was quite a sugary smile, the sort that sat well within the presumably older man. It looked as if the course grounds had gotten crowded by tenfold since Anthony had turned his back, making the exertion towards the stands much harder than what it should’ve been.

“Well, yes.” Whereas, the tone of her voice contradicted what her words have stated. The lady’s eyebrows furrow for a mere moment, as if he were contemplating something of sorts. “Nevertheless, it is quite hard.”

He inclines his head. Anthony could somewhat agree with her words—the season was always stressful, a throatful of things to stress and worry about, a million matters to perfect to attract the best of the best. He had never felt too stressed, perhaps when he was swarmed with tasks to complete for the up-and-coming ball or party, but never on his performance at such events. Anthony believed that is why he suddenly threw himself in as an eligible bachelor, and the best if he may add, was so diminishing. "With a lady such as yourself, I must presume it is not exceedingly difficult."

The lady, which Anthony now realizes that he does not know the name of, blushes a shade of pink that could only be described as warm, like a rose pelting in the wind. She laughs graciously, accepting the compliment with ease. “I must confess, I am flattered, Mr…” Her words trail off as she too comes to realization with the fact she does not know how to address the young gentleman.

“Lord Bridgerton.” He introduces, his voice not in any way condescending as many others may take him on to be.

Anthony takes note of the way the lady’s eyebrows raise up in surprise, followed by the rather flushed look that began to tint at her cheeks. "Oh dear, I beg your pardon, my Lord." Tilting her head down hesitantly as if she were unsure of what formality would be the most appropriate. It almost forces a chuckle out of the Viscount.

"And whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" Anthony continues on as it is only polite to ask so. 

"Mm, indeed. How remiss of me not to mention it beforehand…” The lady says, letting out a sort of awkward laugh that could be seen as rather affectionate. “My name is Y/n.” The lady states, followed by a surname that Anthony can faintly remember to be as one of the other Viscounts that lived in the city, although he couldn’t quite say he knew the name all too well. Certainly not one that he had talked to on the occasion.

“I see,” Anthony nods along, a faint smile tainted upon his lips before he even knows it himself. “Charming gentleman your cousin is.” He could not say if the man was truly charming, or a gentleman at all, as he had only read a couple lines about it from the Lady Whistledown paper that his family had received a couple of long weeks ago. 

“Charming, indeed.” The words were more so grumbled, as if she didn’t quite agree with the statement. “That is certainly one way to describe him.”

He chuckles at the disdain laced upon her voice. Anthony fairly enjoyed the new sense of emotion—most ladies he had the pleasure of talking with all embellished their compliments in spite of thinking the opposite. Being able to hear an objection that wasn’t sugarcoated heavily; Anthony would think that he notably liked the trait that distinguished Y/n.

The course grounds slowly appear into Anthony’s line of vision as the conversation dies down. The sound of chatter that did come from his or her mouth refilling his ears—excited husbands yelling bets at one another, ladies shaking their heads as so—the look that was etched on their faces would be one that Anthony could appreciate and find humorous.

"I must confess, some of the wagers being placed are rather simplistic in nature." Y/n cuts in through the stillness of their discussion beforehand. A nice conversation starter, but one that would rile many people up. "It appears as though none of these individuals have ever graced a racecourse before! How utterly rash of them to bet upon the favored contender solely because of his popularity."

He can’t help but be taken aback, although once again, her exaggeration was one that could be seen as comical. That is, before he had realized that he himself had also bet upon the favored horse, Nectar, which Anthony assumed the lady was talking about. For a moment, he wonders if her words are pure bullshit, if she was just making conversation with him. It is as if Y/n sees right through him.

“Oh my, do not tell me you have also fallen into the unfortunate trap of betting for Nectar.” Anthony can’t quite place what expression she expresses, but it does not look good. Disappointed, or perhaps pity. 

“Naturally, I betted upon him, it is a sensible bet, and he is a horse of sound character who shall undoubtedly finish with victory this afternoon.” He defends, the tone of his voice sounding rather offended at the plain mention of his unwary wager. Something deep down in him wonders if the lady was indeed right, if he really did not know what he was doing. Again, Anthony could not say he was educated well enough, and admittedly, he had bet upon Nectar due to the favorability of his win. “I have a well placed feeling about him.”

“A feeling?” Y/n’s eyebrow cocks up, the smile on her face now more jovial than polite. “Or is it the choosing of the horse that everyone has chosen? Well, I do suppose that adds to the list of husbands who shall be more than disappointed once the race has concluded.”

“I beg your finest pardon, I have made a strategic bet.” His words are more puncuated than before, suddenly relishing within the first person to truly give him some sort of competition that did not stem from his brothers or family, for that matter. “Nectar is a prized steed. He is quite well bred, highly trained, and, as many other people have shown, well favored.”

Y/n tsks, shaking her head as if she were scolding Anthony as his mother and father had done when he was a young boy. “I must assume you have not considered the quality of the racing course and the weather to assess the true potential? Although these sorts of events are not truly common back in my homeland, I do must say that many of these may just be common sense.”

She knows that her words are stretching the truth, that it wasn’t just common sense, but Y/n must admit that she took delight in having a friendly banter. She climbs up onto one of the wooden bleachers, sitting herself upon the heated seat, with Anthony following quickly behind her. “You see, my cousin had kindly explained to me the expectations of the race, and it is said that Nectar raced well at Doncaster; however, the track conditions were far from the same. A firmer course, if you will. While now, over here…” She pauses to wave her hand at the field of grass in front of her view. “It is much softer, and it is a rather humid day. He will much slowdown in the final leg, giving HighFlyer the much easy victory.”

Anthony scoffs. Foolish? Perhaps. Tinted with truth? Also yes. "Are you merely echoing the words your cousin imparted to you earlier?" He argues as well, Anthony never backed down from a challenge, and this lady was surely challenging him.

“And are you merely saying that I do not know about horse racing because I am a woman?” She tilts her head to look directly at Anthony; the grin that is placed strategically on her face was one that he could not argue with. And he is sure of that when he opens his mouth to bite back, but being blatantly unable to respond with something witty. Oh, that shit-eating smirk that was so easily disguised as a polite smile made Anthony oh-so infuriatingly upset. Upset because she knew what she was doing; upset because, well, he was moderately fond of that smile.

“We shall see then.” 

Famous last words, because well, he is proved to be utterly wrong. The course of disappointed groans that steamed through the crowd, which Anthony would not admit (but was a part of), as HighFlyer flew his way across the finish line were abominably loud. Nectar staggered behind him moments later, but not before the crowd had seen how winded he was by the heat and conditions. 

The lady behind him had laughed in delight, unable to celebrate fully before she must turn towards Anthony to shove it into his face. “I can not say that I have ever beat a viscount before.” Suddenly, all formality that was once there had been gone, destroyed, as if it had never been there in the first place. “I do suppose there is always a first.”

“And a last.” Anthony grumbles under his breath, in hope that Y/n would close off her ears to the harsh criticism. To his luck, she does hear.

“I must concede, you are just like the many men who claim to be gentlemen.” She replies, even though she seemed not to be very upset by the Viscount’s words. If that had been the case, it would have appeared as though Anthony had experienced numerous episodes of frustration—possibly humorous ones, but nonetheless, frustration.. "Unwilling to concede defeat, even when it lies directly at his feet." 

“I am able to concede defeat if the defeat deserves to be conceded.” His words are sharp, even though the smile tugging at his face says different to his own jumble of words. Anthony could not quite help it when he sees her eyes light up with something that he could not describe. “If it dares, look me in the eyes.”

“Ah, is that right, my Lord?” She questions, carrying herself with the confidence that he hadn’t seen in forever. An admirable trait indeed, if Anthony must admit. "Does not defeat gaze directly upon you as HighFlyer is crowned the victor of this afternoon's fine race.”

He sighs. Anthony was never one to be dramatic; he always held himself upright and, in his family's words, rather serious. Still, he had to admit that his gasp was a bit dramatic. “Ah… well.” His words trail off slowly, grimacing at the truth of the lady’s words. “I suppose you are… right this time.” The syllables were uttered slowly, followed by another huff of a breath that he could only feel to himself.

She laughs, that beautiful melody of a laugh. While in many cases, it would be regarded as an unpleasant sound unless it was done so delicately, hers was not delicate, nor was it ungracious. It was as if the notes from every music piece ever composed had all come together to form one masterpiece of a harmony, one that ebbed and flowed in all the right ways. 

“Oh rejoice! What a sound those words are!” Y/n breathes dreamfully. 

The track is far from empty, with many individuals walking over to congratulate the winner, while the others either mourn the losses of their empty wallets, or giggling gleefully over their new-found bundles of heritage. However, the bleachers were starting to thin out, leaving just a select few groups.

There is a sense that weaves through him as he ponders his next move. He could surely just stand himself up, mutter out a respectable goodbye, and leave, yet at the same time, he could not allow himself to just do that. Anthony seemed far better off conversing with this lady than with any other of the ones that he had danced or engaged with in the slightest. The thought made him laugh at his own stupidity, and yet;

"I cannot suppose it would be honorable of me not to inquire if you might attend the Hearts and Flower Ball with me. I trust you have heard of it?" Anthony asks, not just out of politeness but also the small amount of desire he feels for just a beat of a moment. One that felt odd and far too new in his chest, something that he had yet to feel in the weeks that had came, and the weeks yet to come. 

The lady showed a glimpse of astonishment, and Anthony wonders if he had made the right decision upon asking her about it in the first place. "My Lord, are you, perchance, inquiring if you wish to take me on a social outing?" Though even she could hear the tiny quiver that was woven, her voice seemed steady as she spoke.

“I… suppose I am, yes.” He stands with his head gently cocked to the right, extending his hand in consolation. Anthony can feel the regret seeping into his words as they were carefully placed, because God, if she came to deny his request, he was sure he could drop dead on the grass at that given moment. 

“I would love to.” And Anthony would not be able to stop the sigh of relief that washed over him even if he had tried. The tension that creased his forehead, all the way down to his calves, was quickly overridden with a sense of declaration. 

As he wove through the throngs of disassembling guests, waving courteously to the lady that he swore to uncover the mystery of, Anthony finally let himself pry out of dapper smile. For the first time in a while, he felt as if he were winning. Not just a kid-made, pointless game, but something much deeper than he could have ever imagined. Except, this time, he would not allow it to simply just… escape his grasp.

Imagine...

you buy a VIP ticket to a Chappell Roan concert. You excitedly chatter with your friends, anticipating finally meeting your favorite star for the first time. As you enter the backroom before the concert, however, you feel nothing but the distinct sense that something is wrong. Chappell walks out, and you are frozen in excitement. “Welcome.” she says, and everyone haltingly claps. You can’t take your eyes off of her. “𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓟𝓸𝓷𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓫.” she says, cackling. Thunder strikes in teh distance adn despite your incredibly phobia of storms you cannot stop yourself from grinning and clapping grinning and clapping grinning and clapping. Chappell then goes around the room. She sucks the soul from your eyes, leaving you feeling bonedry and empty. When you return from the concert the next day you cannot find yourself to enjoy her music anymore. You cant find yourself enjoying anything these days. You fester in bed and wonder if it ever gets better. As the rot settles in, it tells you no.

Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“Jack.” Castiel breathed out “Jack!” he said louder, getting up from his seat and trying to catch up with the nephilim.

“Dean? Dean?” the younger man shook the sleeping hunter on the shoulder. Dean snored softly as per usual, oblivious to what was going on in his sleep, and you lay behind him with an arm drapped over him and your legs tangled. Your face was buried in the crook of his No matter how you fell asleep you’d always end up in the weirdest positions ever, this was the most usual one considering he liked to keep a hold of his gun to feel safe for the both of you.

“Jack, I wouldn’t do that!” Castiel pushed the saloon door open, trying to warn him but it was too late.

“Aaah!” Dean snapped awake and cocked his gun, pointing it at Jack. Sam jumped awake at the noise and you let out a groan when Dean’s abrupt movement woke you up.

“No, no no! Dean’s, it’s me. It’s me!” Jack raised his hands in surrender. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at Cas with only one eye open.

“Ah hey” he said in a rough voice, lowering his gun.

“D” you whined, the man putting the gun away and turning slightly to lay on his back so he could have a better look at you.

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One Last Time

This fic is one I’ve been working on for a long time, and it’s one that I’m really happy with. The years have been worth it seeing how it turned out~ This is my first fic on this blog, so I’d love to hear your thoughts! And feel free to send in a request, as I have none right now~ (Also yes, Sooyoung is Joy from Red Velvet lmao)

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Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 7,336

TW: Depression, Swearing, Alcohol Use

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Hoseok sat in silence, the darkness of his room surrounding him like a blanket; it was almost suffocating.

Three nights he had sentenced himself to such solitude and for those three nights he just couldn’t find the energy, the strength, nor the will to leave the comfort of his bedroom.

He knew that as soon as he left, he would be forced to don a bright smile and act like his normal self. But he wasn’t even sure he could fake a smile right now. He had tried to fake one on the second night as a rehearsal when he wanted to leave the confinement of his room. But forcing out the smile only made the ache in his chest tug more, further ridding him of any will to even attempt to socialize.

So he merely laid on his bed, spread out flat. The blanket tossed somewhere unknown in the corner of his bedroom. He stared at the ceiling like he had been for the past few hours, looking back on memories of the good times.

The first night was the worst, he had stepped into the dorm without a word to the other members. He ignored their inquisitive stares and worried statements of “Are you okay?” or “What happened?” as he darted straight for his room, slamming the door behind him. His bandmates had been so concerned for him, but they were too surprised to follow behind him.

That is, until they heard the loud crashing coming from his and Hyungwon’s room.

Kihyun jumped out of his seat on the couch immediately after the first sound, looking towards the room in a panic. As soon as the second crash was heard, he ran for the door to Hoseok’s room, throwing it open as quickly as it had been closed. Most of the bandmates had followed, to Kihyun’s left was Minhyuk, and Jooheon to his right.

Hoseok didn’t even flinch when the door was flung open, continuing what he had started in throwing assorted items around his room. He pushed things off of his desk, swiped books off of their small shelf, ripped papers, and punched the wall when he couldn’t find anything else to throw. Everyone just stared in awe at the scene before them, not knowing what to do. They noticed that Hoseok was careful to avoid any items that could be considered sentimental regarding her, because they stood out like a sore thumb, seemingly unaffected by the whirlwind of destruction surrounding the rest of the room.

Eventually, Hoseok’s anger wore off, and his punches slowed down, before he turned around to lean against the wall. His legs gave way underneath him, and he found himself breaking as he slid down the wall. His arms hung to his sides as he broke into sobs, no longer being able to hold them back.

Minhyuk eventually gathered up the courage to step over the broken objects littered on the floor. He made his way to their ‘visual’, kneeling down and pulling him into a tight hug, allowing Hoseok to cry into his shoulder.

His tears ran dry after around an hour. But instead of standing up and resuming his day, he remained in the same spot. Minhyuk left after another hour of trying to get him to talk. So Hoseok began his period of solitude, just laying against the wall for a while, the light stinging his swollen eyes. ‘It’s weird to cry so much that you just...run out of tears,’ he thought to himself.

Hoseok sniffled, mustering up the energy to stand from the wall to close the door, turn off the light, and try to sleep. Hyungwon slept on the couch that night to avoid confrontation with his roommate.

But Hoseok was unable to sleep.

The second night, he barely managed to produce the strength to get out of his bed to use the bathroom. He dragged his feet all the way and kept the lights off. He retreated back into solitude, not bothering to respond to the boys trying to get his attention.

“Hoseok, it’s almost noon already. You need to eat something,” was what Hyunwoo had whispered to him first.

He kept walking.

“I made your favorite; pancakes with chocolate chips!”, Kihyun said in a motherly tone.

He kept walking.

“We were all thinking about going to the arcade later, how does that sou-.” He shut the door in Changkyun’s face as he threw himself back onto the bed, shedding the hoodie that reminded him all too much of the events of the night before.

Around an hour later, his door creaked open to reveal a hesitant Jooheon holding a glass of water. Hoseok glared at him, and Jooheon visibly gulped before emitting a nervous smile and stepping inside, setting the glass down on the bedside table, leaving almost as quickly as he entered.

Jooheon refilled his glass of water after a few hours and tried to bring him food, but Hoseok didn’t have an appetite. Before the members went to bed, Jooheon came back in with another glass refill. Hoseok managed to utter two simple words.

“Thank you.”

They were lacking in tone, possibly worse it was lacking in feeling. His voice was tired, it was strained, and he didn’t make eye contact. But it was something, and anything was an improvement.

Today, the third day, had been slow.

Hoseok was unbelievably numb. He had discarded his jeans the night before and was wearing an old, raggedy tank top and basketball shorts, but he honestly could not care less about his appearance right now. He just watched as the sunlight crept in from the curtains. Eventually, Jooheon came in with a morning glass of water.

The water routine continued, him still denying food at every suggestion.

When it hit 5pm, it had begun to get dark. Hoseok was expecting Jooheon to come in as usual with his water but instead saw Kihyun enter with a tray of food and some water. Hoseok groaned as he rolled onto his side to avoid him.

“Hoseok.” He ignored Kihyun. “You have to eat.” He ignored Kihyun again. “I know it’s hard, but you have to eat.”

Hoseok grew angered at that statement. He couldn’t ignore him anymore. “You don’t know shit.”

Kihyun sighed, “We all miss you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do! And I’m not leaving until you eat every last bite of food on this plate!”

Hoseok debated ignoring him. However, he turned over and sat up grumpily, resembling a three-year-old who hadn't gotten what they wanted. He was pouting, and Kihyun noticed. Kihyun had also noticed his filthy appearance.

Hoseok’s hair was matted and wild from being unkempt, and he had large bags under his eyes. He looked the worst Kihyun had ever seen him. He sat in wonder for a few moments, and Hoseok rolled his eyes at the gaping boy.

“Are you gonna give me the food or what?”, he asked angrily.

Kihyun snapped out of it and slowly passed him the tray of food. It was nothing much, he figured it was just some comfort food the others had picked up for him at a restaurant, figuring they wouldn’t waste time cooking since he likely wouldn’t eat it. So Hoseok looked at the food for a few seconds before picking up the silver chopsticks and eating it. Kihyun just watched in satisfaction as the older boy scarfed most of it down quickly.

When Hoseok was finished, he set the tray down next to him and drank some of the water before setting the glass on the bedside table as usual. He used his arm to wipe some of the food off of the corners of his mouth. He turned to Kihyun and sighed at him.

“There, you happy?”

Kihyun frowned at him, but Hoseok just rolled his eyes at him and eyed the glass of water on the bedside table. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t take being the cause of Kihyun’s frown right now. He had so much going on in his head, and that only made it worse.

'See? All you do is make the people around you miserable. What’s the point if you only burden people?', he thought.

He shook the thoughts from his head; he knew that wasn’t true. The guys aren’t burdened by him at all...Right? Kihyun’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I’ll be happy when I see you’re back to the Hoseok we all know and love.”

Hoseok suddenly felt remorseful about his actions. He began to regret confining himself for those three long days. But he also felt like he needed them. He needed the time. But Hoseok had been given time, and he still felt abysmal. He felt like someone had stuck weights on his shoulders and chest and made even the simplest tasks seem like so much effort. So Hoseok just shrugged and sighed at the other man, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

It was nearing dusk at this point and Kihyun looked at his phone’s clock quickly. “I’ll be back soon, I’m supposed to get the dishes from your meal washed before dinnertime,” he muttered hurriedly.

He quickly and quietly stood, grabbing Hoseok's used dishes as he exited the room. Hoseok then realized that Kihyun had cooked that meal for him. It was rather tasty, and it brought a hint of a smile to Hoseok’s face knowing that he had done that for him.

He figured that if Kihyun could put that much effort into a meal for him, then he should put forth some effort in return. So, he dragged himself off of the bed and trudged out of the room. Grabbing a nonspecific shirt and pair of jeans on the way to the bathroom.

For the past three days, he hadn’t looked in a mirror at all. He had avoided everything with a reflective surface. He couldn’t face himself.

But for some reason, as he entered the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and flicking the light on, he just took a moment to stand motionless, staring discontentedly at his reflection. He looked like a mess.

He finally broke from his trance, pulling his eyes downward to pull on the shirt over his tank top. He tugged off the basketball shorts and replaced them with a clean pair of jeans. He brushed his teeth and then his hair, already feeling a little less unkempt. He actually managed to make himself somewhat presentable as he trudged back into his bedroom.

He grabbed his phone off of the nightstand, catching up on social media while he waited for Kihyun to return. He said he would, and Hoseok believed him. So he waited, and half an hour later, he quietly stepped back into the room. Hoseok’s eyes snapped up from his phone as he closed it and looked towards Kihyun.

Kihyun smiled when he noticed Hoseok's appearance. “Did you comb your hair?”, he asked, and Hoseok nodded slowly at him.

Kihyun smiled in response, before remembering why he had returned. “Today is when the falling star is supposed to come...”

Hoseok’s curious expression faded and was replaced with a solemn one. He was supposed to watch the star with her tonight. They were supposed to wish for their love to last forever. They were supposed to kiss as it went by. He was supposed to tell her that he loved her for the first time once it was gone, and she would say the same. But he would never get to tell her that now.

He wondered if someone else would be kissing her as the star passed by, and he quickly grew angry at the thought. His fists clenched and tears sprung to his eyes.

Kihyun took the initiative to sit down next to Hoseok on the bed, rubbing slow circles into his back. Hoseok quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and regained his composure as Kihyun began to speak again. “We’d all love for you to come watch with us, Hoseok.”

Hoseok thought about it, he did. But he just couldn’t stomach the idea of smiling and laughing with the guys quite yet. He needed a little more time...

“I don’t know if I’m up to it yet...I’m sorry,” he said with a shameful look.

Kihyun nodded slowly, “That’s okay. You need time, I understand.”

And so Kihyun kept rubbing circles on his back and humming every so often. But after a couple minutes, Kihyun stood up and without a word, he left the room. Hoseok sighed as he began to lie back down. When Kihyun came back in again, he was holding a few bottles of Soju.

Hoseok chuckled dryly as Kihyun handed one to him and set the other two on the bedside table.

“Be sure to even it out with some water at least, but I figure you could use these right about now.”

Hoseok smiled, he really smiled at the younger boy as he popped open one of the bottles, toasting it to him before taking a large sip as Kihyun left for the night. Hoseok thought about nothing important as he lightly sipped on his first bottle. He didn’t get a chance to drink often so he knew that three bottles would get him at least a little drunk. (However, he would likely be glad that he was confining himself to his room because of how drunk he would get off of them.)

He eventually heard some commotion outside his window. He walked over to it to see six boys laughing over some barbecue. Hoseok sighed as tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes again. He missed them. He missed how everything used to be. He wished that three days ago had never happened. He silently watched them socialize for a while before he noticed Kihyun turn to look at him, and he got the others’ attention.

All six of them turned to wave to him as he slowly waved back. Many of them raised their glasses to him. Be it Soju, or a soft drink, or anything in between, and so he did the same.

After about ten minutes, he pulled up a chair from his desk and waited for the star to come, thinking about what they were doing down there. He figured that Jooheon and Changkyun would be acting rowdy, and the others would all be smiling and laughing at their antics. He ran the scenario through his mind before naturally, his mind wandered back to her. He bet that she was watching from that spot in the park she loved so much, and he wondered if she'd worn that white bomber jacket she wore so often to see it, or if she had opted instead for a more modest outfit, like that yellow sundress he'd bought her.

He wondered about these things, that is, until he saw a streak of gold dart past him as he stared at the sky. And as he closed his eyes tightly, he wished for the only thing he ever wanted.

He wished for her happiness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hoseok stepped out of his dorm as he finished sliding one of his arms into his hoodie sleeve.

He was supposed to be meeting her at his favorite café, but first, he had to lose the paparazzi that he knew would be following him. He first made sure that his sunglasses and mask were secure in his pocket. He also knew that he had a spare hat and jacket hidden in an abandoned alleyway.

He walked at a fast pace; he really didn't want to be late again. He had been late the last time the two had planned to meet up, and by the time he had arrived, she had already gone home. It wasn't his fault that he was late that time though, his manager had asked him to stay later than he had anticipated helping some trainee with a dance routine (One of the girls' dance partners hadn't shown up, and he was the only one still there at the time), and he wasn't able to leave to get his phone from his studio.

When she had found out his reason for being late, she had only gotten more upset. She never said why. So he made a point to not be late this time. It helped that he was beyond excited to see her.

As he entered the abandoned alleyway containing his hidden clothes, Hoseok quickly pulled on the new jacket, resisting the urge to smile. He threw his sunglasses and mask into his hiding spot before pulling out new ones and putting them on along with his alternate hat. At this point, he couldn't hold the smiling back anymore. He looked both ways before exiting the alleyway, his grin spreading as wide as it could go. He was just that excited to meet her.

He knew that he was still being followed, so he quickly located a crowd. He squeezed into it and managed to get lost in the crowd. He figured this would be the fastest way to avoid the paparazzi. He weaved through the crowd, getting further away from the reporters. And as the crowd neared the café he was supposed to be at, he got ready to slip into the doors.

Once he was inside, he sat down at the table furthest from the windows, knowing she would prefer that table. He got a glass of water from the waitress and toyed with the straw in anticipation. He wondered if she was getting payback on him by showing up to the date late. However, when he heard the doorbells chime a moment later, his thoughts ground to a halt as he shot his gaze up to see if it was his beloved.

And it was.

Somehow, his grin grew wider at the sight of her. Hair slightly damp from a shower, hands nervously clasped together at her stomach as she scanned the crowd for her boyfriend. They locked eyes and his chest felt warmer when they did, his love for her spreading throughout his body and making him feel giddy, like a child.

She came swiftly and took the seat across from him, avoiding his gaze, and sipping on the drink he had ordered for her. Hoseok attempted to make small talk with her, but she offered him only brief answers in return, and they were soon met with an uncomfortable silence as the minutes dragged on.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?", he asked her. A look in his eyes expressing love and concern. She was quiet for a few moments, before she muttered something under her breath. "What'd you say, dear?"

"I...I think we should break up."

The words hit him like a brick. Actually, it was more like a semi-truck. Of all the things he may have expected her to say, this was not one of them. He felt a cold hand of sorrow slither up his spine, and he felt the warmth in his chest secede into a pit in his stomach. “W-What?...Why? I don’t understand, did I do something wrong? Is this about being la-”

“Hoseok, slow down. It’s not your fault...I just...”, she trailed off and he searched her eyes for a tone of kidding, but he found none. He was met with only determination. “Just...what? Tell me why.”

She sighed frustratedly, “I just need space right now, to think...about us.”

“This doesn’t make any sense, you were so excited for this date...what happened?”

“Nothing happened, Hoseok...I just want to be alone right now,” he notices a wetness glazing over her eyes as she breaks eye contact, quickly gathering her things and dashing out the door without another word.

Hoseok sat at his table for a moment, eyes wide with shock. Was this really happening? With a trembling hand, he grabbed his jacket off of the back of his chair and walked out of the cafe, the spring in his step giving way to a slow and trudging one. It was a chilly afternoon, and he couldn’t help but feel like the cold aided in making him feel that much more alone in the world. Tears filled his eyes and threatened to spill.

And he knew in that moment, that he was destined to be alone.

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It had been four days since she had last seen the sun.

Four days since she walked away from the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

She knew as soon as she entered the cafe that there was no going back. She had to end things, for his sake. But now, it hurts so much. As soon as those dagger-like words left her mouth, she felt that it was a double-edged blade. It cut her beloved, and impaled her heart on its silver tip.

Now that she had made her fate, it no longer feels like she did the right thing. It feels like hell. Feels like her organs are melted, and she can no longer feel anything but pain. He held her heart, and he always would. No matter if they were separated by a million oceans, or by a breakup.

She knew that she would never find someone who made her as happy as he made her. He knew her better than she knew herself, and she knew him just as well. Those things don't go away, lingering in the back of her mind to visit when reminiscing on the good old days. But now, the memories are too painful to bear. The only thing that stopped the memories from invading her subconscious was by washing away its resolve with a bottle of soju.

So, she downed as many as her quivering body could handle; drinking alone in the darkness of her shared apartment. Her roommate didn't return until late at night, allowing her the time to herself she desired. She sat on the couch, trying to busy herself with watching the variety show playing on the TV.

It wasn't as easy to distract from the pain as she had hoped, as she still found her mind wandering back to Hoseok. About how his hair looked when they woke up first thing in the morning. How proud he looked when he cooked dinner for them. And about why she decided to end the best era of her life.

It all started about a month before, when they had finally both gotten a day off, and had planned for a date in the park. It was a beautiful date, walking hand in hand along the riverside. She had told him that was her favorite spot in the city. It was a magnificent place, full of the autumn breeze, the essence of dried leaves hanging in the air, and filling her nose with their scent. It was perfect.

They hadn't noticed the reporter lurking beyond the trees, and taking their photo, hand in hand with a smile on their faces. The look on their faces made their love undeniable.

Days later, the tabloids were filled with their photos. They hadn't ever talked about revealing their relationship before. They weren't ready to be public, weren't ready for their every move to be scrutinized.

Hoseok saw it as a blessing in disguise. He could tell the world about his love, and no longer had to hide how his mood improved when she was around. He was excited to show her off, to hang his arm around her shoulders in public, and tell everyone of their love.

She thought the same in the early days of their relationship going public. She was ready to meet his parents anyway, to speak with them of bigger plans for their future. Ready to be with him to the end of their days.

But as time passed, her excitement faded. Scrolling through social media became a test of her strength. A once supporting following turning against them. There were good comments, wishing them luck in their relationship, of course. But the negatives, even if there were less, always lingered in her mind.

'If he isn't going to put his all into Monsta X, then he should just leave. It's so selfish of him to have a girlfriend when the others are working so hard.'

'I can't believe he lied to us for so long. He needs to be kicked out of Monsta X.'

'Why is he with her? It's clear who's the reacher and who's the settler in this couple. She's so disgusting.'

Many comments akin to these littered the pages of their social media. Some went as far as to tell them to end their lives. It shouldn't have gotten to her, she tried not to let it, but it's easier said than done.

Soon, she found herself sweating at the sound of whispers behind her back, wondering if they recognized her, and if they hated her as much as the others.

She began to avoid leaving her apartment. It was easier to keep away from the judging eyes of others while confined to her bedroom. She let herself fall back into a pattern of self-hate, one that she had only narrowly escaped from before.

After weeks of hearing other people in her mind, telling her she's ugly, and worthless, and deserves to die for ruining her boyfriend's career, she believed them.

She knew how miserable she was, and she could only imagine how terrible Hoseok was feeling. She felt even worse for holding him back. She was dragging him down, and in order for him to get back his happiness, she had to let him go.

For a long time, she battled with this thought. She wanted to keep him all to herself, and never let him go, but she knew that wasn't fair to him. So after much debate, she decided to set him free.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her roommate entering the passcode to their apartment. As she stepped into the darkness of their living space, she turned on the light to see her friend sitting expressionless on the couch. "It's three A.M. You should be in bed by now," she said.

"I'm fine, Sooyoung. I'm going to bed soon," she lied. She knew that it was near impossible to sleep with the memories circling through her head like a vulture.

Sooyoung huffed as she put her purse on the table next to the couch, walking past her friend to the kitchen, and getting a drink out of the fridge. "The offer still stands if you need to talk about what's been on your mind," she said exasperated, moving her legs to sit down on the couch next to her, and putting them back on her lap.

"I'm good."

Sooyoung sighed at her monotonous response, knowing all too well the cause of her misery. "If you're serious about breaking up with him, then you need to move on."

She must not have liked this advice, because she rolled her eyes and pulled her legs from Sooyoung's lap, bringing them to her chest and turning to face towards the TV once more.

"I'm serious. We should go out tomorrow night, and just dance and dance all night. I know how much you like dancing. How does that sound? Maybe we could even get you a little bit of arm candy to help you get over him."

"I'm gonna pass."

Sooyoung started getting frustrated at her roommate's unwillingness to cooperate. "It'll be fun, come on!"

"No, thanks."

"Please? I'll even pay for your drinks!"

"I said no, thanks."

"I don't see why you're so adamant about staying cooped up in the house all the time. It's unhealth-"

"I said no thank you!", she shouted, finally looking over to make eye contact with Sooyoung, her eyes piercing daggers into her.

"Jesus, dude. I was just trying to help," she said, standing from her spot on the couch, and marching towards her room. "Next time, I'll just let you waste your life away wallowing on the couch over some guy that you broke up with!"

And with that, Sooyoung slammed her door shut, isolating her once again.

She sighed to herself, feeling the drooping feeling in her chest return once more. She didn't mean for things to go this way with Sooyoung. But she fucked everything up, like she always does.

So, she reached to her side and pried the lid off of another bottle of soju.

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Hoseok pulled on his leather jacket over a white T-Shirt, smoothing it down, and making the final touches on his outfit, fixing his hair in the mirror.

Minhyuk stood behind him, sitting on the older boy's bed in wait. He traced the pattern of the bedsheets idly with his index finger, thinking about his wording carefully as to not predisposition Hoseok to having a bad night.

It had been nearly two weeks since Hoseok's breakup, and he was feeling a little better nowadays. He allowed himself to leave the confines of his room and opened up to his bandmates. He was currently readying himself for his first outing since all of this began. They were going to their favorite barbecue restaurant, all seven of them, to eat and laugh together.

"If you're not ready to go out yet, don't feel pressured to. I can bring you home a meal from the restaurant," he finally muttered.

"It's okay, Minhyuk. I think I'm ready to try. I'm ready to smile again. It still hurts, and I think it always will, but I can't put my whole life on hold anymore."

Minhyuk nodded at him, "You're right, but don't push yourself. You could end up undoing all your progress."

"I can do it, don't worry. Have faith in me."

Hoseok finished fixing his clothes and turned to Minhyuk. "Are you ready to go?"

Hoseok had been excited for this meal. Not only for the chance to eat meat, but he was ready to try joking with the boys once again. He missed it desperately.

But as he sat, munching on his appetizer, he found himself clamming up. He wanted to joke with them, but he couldn't find the words. He wasn't used to this anymore.

He couldn't help but feel like once again, he was burdening his friends with his problems, his negativity. He looked down at his lap, hoping with all his heart that he wasn't ruining the night for everyone else.

As they all finished their meal, they readied to complete their night by heading to a nearby arcade, Hoseok's favorite.

But suddenly, the thought of being in the loud atmosphere of the arcade made him sick to his stomach. He made up his mind to suck it up and go to the arcade. What was he so afraid of, anyway?

But as more time passed, he talked himself out of it. He raised his voice seemingly for the first time that night; "Guys, it was fun and all, but I think I'm gonna skip the arcade and head back to the dorm."

There was a symphony of 'Aw's around him, as his friends agreed to return to the dorm with him.

"No, no. Please don't let me ruin your fun. I'll head back alone, it's okay. Go have fun."

And with some dejected 'okay's, and six 'Goodbye's, he slipped his hands into his pockets as he began the trek down the cold street to the familiarity of the dorm.

He ignored his surroundings as much as he could, trying to walk home as fast as his legs could carry him. Too much on the streets reminded him of her. It was a good plan until he accidentally locked eyes with the specialty gelato shop.

He had taken her there on their sixth date when he had heard her complaining to her friends that she could never find a place that sells Gelato as tasty as the kind she had while vacationing one summer in Europe. So he made up his mind to find some for her.

That was the night of their first kiss.

It was soft, and her lips left a taste of caramel on his own, because of the flavor she had chosen, and he decided that he wanted to make her his.

The memories made him dizzy, his footsteps screeching to a halt, as he leaned on the building next to him for support. Tears pricked his eyes as he made up his mind to slip into the alleyway near him.

He covered his mouth to keep the sobs from drawing attention as he slumped against a wall, his legs barely holding himself up in all their trembling.

He stood like that for a few minutes, before he heard a quiet voice speak up from the end of the alley. "H-Hoseok?"

He looked up and saw Minhyuk, standing startled and looking at him with concern in his eyes.

Hoseok's breath hitched, and his legs gave way under him, sending him falling to the ground on his knees, forcing him to uncover his mouth to brace his fall.

Loud sobs now ringing through the alleyway, Minhyuk sped over to Hoseok's side and pulled him into his chest, laying his head on his shoulder and rubbing his back, shushing him and telling him that it would all be okay.

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Many more weeks passed before Hoseok was able to walk anywhere by himself. He knew if he tried, that he would end up finding another landmark, reminding him of the times when happiness was the usual. Leaving him with wet cheeks and having him turning around to head back home, task long forgotten by the time the despair had passed.

But after those weeks, Hoseok was able to leave the house without immediately associating her hair with the breeze, her eyes with the skies, and her touch with happiness. He began to find his own definitions for those things, taking a liking to the way the winter breeze smelled as light dustings of snow floated through the air. Eventually, he was able to go back to work, finding that work wasn’t as grueling as it used to be when he had his lady waiting for him back home. He didn’t mind the late nights and tiring practices so much anymore, as they proved to be a good distraction from it all.

His progression was a slow one, but it was progression nonetheless. And eventually, he allowed himself to joke with the boys again, to smile with them again. He no longer felt like everything was meaningless.

One night, the boys had ordered takeout to be delivered to their dorm. They had pooled some money to purchase the newest installment of their favorite video game series, and planned to get halfway through it before the night came to a close.

As they waited for the food to be delivered, they chattered loudly over red cups of cheap beer. It was a night where they would let loose, a night that Hoseok had been excited for.

Hoseok went into the kitchen to refill his cup, after slowly sipping on his first steadily over the course of an hour. He grasped the handle of the spout, allowing the dark liquid to cascade freely into his cup, releasing it as the cup began to fill.

It was then that he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. It startled him a bit, causing him to spill some of his drink onto his hand. He shook it off, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone, looking at the Caller ID.

He stopped, thumb hovering over the answer button as he read it a second time, a third time, and even a fourth. ‘It’s got to be a misdial,’ he thought to himself, moving his thumb to reject the call.

‘But what if it isn't?’

And so he quickly switched his thumb to its original positioning, sliding the icon over, and holding the phone to his ear. “H-Hello?”

“Hoseokie?~ Is that you?”

It wasn't a misdial. “Yeah, it's me,” he said, apprehension evident in his tone.

“What'cha up to?~”

He looked behind him, the boys were currently engaged in a heated debate on which of two anime characters would win in a fight. He wasn't missing much. “Nothing, really. Are you okay? You sound-”

“Drunk?”, she asked, “That's because I am. And I'm calling to say that...I miss you. And I'm a stupid, dumb, crazy idiot.”

Hoseok blinked, torn on what to say next. Half of him was desperately close to shouting ‘God, I miss you too, so much’ right back at her, while the other half was terrified. ‘What if she was kidding? She's drunk, does she even really mean it?’ And a million other questions swirled through his mind.

The silence must have drawn out too long, because before he knew it she chimed in again, breaking through his wall of thought. “Well, actually that's not totally why I called…”

“Why then?”

“Well, I went out for drinks with Sooyoung, and I got too crazy in there, and they kicked me out...and Sooyoung is still inside so I have no ride home. I have no one else to call…”

“I’m on my way. Text me the address.”

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It wasn't more than ten minutes before he pulled up to the bar she had given him the address to. And as he parked in front of the establishment, he noticed her lying on the wooden bench outside the doors.

He walked up to her, and it was soon evident that she had fallen asleep not long after getting off the phone with him. It was also evident that she had been crying earlier, because her cheeks were stained black with the remnants of the mascara she had meticulously applied earlier in the night. He also took note that she wasn't wearing any shoes, and there didn't seem to be any in sight. He gave out a long sigh, she certainly had gotten crazy tonight.

He wasted no time in scooping her sleeping form into his arms, and setting her gently in his passenger seat. He buckled her into her seat belt, and smoothed her hair away from her eyes, before climbing into the driver's seat, and beginning on his way to her apartment.

He kept stealing glimpses of her while driving. He couldn't help it; knowing that this would likely be the last time he'd ever see his beloved. He had blown his only chance at true love.

He wicked away a rebel tear at the thought, turning his gaze from her and tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

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He pulled into her building's parking lot much sooner than he would have liked. He wanted more time with her. He wanted to ask her why she had left him, how he had gone wrong, but they had arrived too soon to ask any of his lingering questions.

So, with a defeated sigh, he shook her awake, and pointed at her building with a mutter of ‘We’re here’.

She thanked him quietly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and grabbing her purse from the floorboard, turning and grabbing the door handle to exit his car one last time.

Except, she couldn't bring herself to.

She couldn't find the courage to pull the handle, allowing herself to be free of him for the last time.

She turned to look at him one final time, and he took the extra time to memorize her facial features. He never wanted to forget them. He had a desperate look on his face, pleading with her for all that was unsaid.

Her expression was one of searching. Searching for something to make her stay in the car, something that would make her put her seat belt back on and ride off into the sunset with him. She was searching for a sign.

He felt tears well up in his eyes again, as he thought about wanting to hear her voice say she wants to see him one last time. How he wants to spend the mornings snuggled up in bed with her one last time. He wants to get beaten by her at video games One. Last. Time.

And so he kissed her.

It was full of everything left unsaid and so much more. Her absolute adoration for him, her insecurities, and all of her worries for the future. And his longing, his love, and his wishes that he could simply wake up and these past months had never happened.

As they finally broke apart, their need for air defeating their need to be close by a very small margin, they remained mere inches apart, neither even considering moving from their spot for a second.

“Please,” he pleaded with her at last, “Come back home.”

She was quiet for a moment, contemplating what this meant for them. But all of her worries seemed miniscule now that he was by her side. So she took her hand from the door handle, and slipped her seat belt back on, looking at him with determination. She gave him a gentle nod, urging him to proceed.

He burst into tears of relief at her gesture, pulling her tightly into his embrace. She too began to cry at the gesture, the both of them letting out all of their shared turmoil.

“Please, just tell me what I did wrong so that this never has to happen again,” he begged her, breaking the silence.

“I told you, love,” She explained at last, leaning back to wipe his tears from his eyes and cheeks, a look of pure adoration plastered thickly onto her face now, “It's not your fault, it never was. I let the hate comments get to me, and I convinced myself that I was dragging you down. That I was ruining your chance at success, and that you'd be better off if I was gone.”

She paused for a moment, as he let it all sink in. “But if you were half as destroyed as I was being apart from you, then it’s so much worse when I am,” She ended with a chuckle, sniffling not long after.

He smiled at her, grabbing her hands in his and holding them to his chest. “I think you're right about that. You mean the world to me, you should know that,” he used one of his sleeves to wipe her cheeks in return, “Now that we’re public, things will be hard at times, but we can get through it together, because our love is twice as strong as any hate they could throw at us.”

She smiled at his words, and she realized that all she ever needed was to hear those words. “But we need to stick together through this, or we’ll never make it,” he ended, looking into her eyes deeply.

She nodded again, more firmly this time, and he smiled back at her, as he turned his attention to pulling the car out of the parking lot and heading for the dorm.

The drive back was a serene one, as he held her hand in his, using the other to weave through traffic, occasionally looking over to catch her staring lovingly at him. And slowly, the fog that once clouded over his eyes, turning his world into a monochromatic scheme of black and white, was lifted, and he began seeing color again. He smiled, taking it in as he felt love return to his bones, untying the knots in his stomach that had been there for as long as he could remember.

He turned to her once they stopped at a red light, looking into her eyes, smile still cast over his features, and he said to her; “I love you…so much.”

She smiled back, the fog lifting quickly from her eyes as well, “I love you too."

And they both knew in that moment, that they were destined to be together, ‘till death did them part.

I think it's hilarious that we really got "the youtube shitpost" statement. One step closer to the "ao3 authors notes".

Ver "Imagine - John Lennon & The Plastic Ono Band (w The Flux Fiddlers) (Ultimate Mix 2018) - 4K REMASTER" en YouTube

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Melkor Imagine: "Who did this to you?"

Melkor (Morgoth) x GN!Maia

Warnings: Injury

Note: A Request by @shamelessredpanda and it's a follow-up to the Headcanons: What it would be like to be Melkor's only Maia

Melkor, a powerful Ainur, burned with a fierce protectiveness for his beloved Maia. When he saw the evidence of the fight marring his Maia's delicate features, a simmering rage ignited within him.

Melkor's eyes narrowed as he tenderly traced the Maia's bruised cheek, his touch feather-light yet possessive. "Who did this to you?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. The Maia trembled under the intensity of his gaze, sensing the barely restrained fury simmering beneath the surface.

With deliberate movements, Melkor tilted the Maia's chin up, his fingers curling around their jaw as he scrutinized the injury. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent promise of vengeance. "Tell me everything," he commanded, his eyes burning with a primal need to protect.

As he gently wiped away the streak of crimson, the Maia's breath caught in their throat, sensing Melkor's barely restrained fury.

As the Maia recounted the events, Melkor's expression darkened, a muscle in his jaw twitching with barely suppressed rage. When the tale was finished, he pulled the Maia close, cradling them possessively. "I will not allow this transgression to go unpunished," he growled, pressing a fierce, almost bruising kiss to the Maia's brow before striding out, his hand already reaching for his formidable arsenal.

The Maia watched in a mixture of awe and trepidation as Melkor gathered his formidable arsenal and strode out, the air crackling with his barely contained power. Time seemed to crawl by, the ominous silence punctuated only by the Maia's anxious heartbeat. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow, the Maia couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

Hours later, Melkor returned, his clothing and skin stained with blood. He stood before the Maia, his gaze intense and unyielding. "It is done," he stated, a feral glint in his eyes. "They will never trouble you again."

The Maia felt relief and unease. They knew Melkor would stop at nothing to protect them, but the sheer intensity of his wrath left them unsettled. What other battles would he wage in the name of their safety? The Maia clung to the knowledge of Melkor's unwavering devotion, even as they feared the consequences of his unyielding fury.

─ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

summary: she tries to deny it, but truth is, she's falling in love with him

warnings: language, angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking

pairings: johnny ringo x outlaw!oc (⨍)

“You make me feel…you make me feel,” she said quietly, fiercely, a tremble on her lip and bottle clutched so tight she swears it’ll shatter in her hands, “and I don’t like it. I want it to stop.”

He looks at her, quiet and foreboding as he’s always been, thumbs tucked in his sash as they always are, hat dipped below his eyes like it always is. She hates when he looks at her that way.

Quiet. Hungry. Carnal.

She hates when her heart races and leaps into her throat when he tilts his hat just so, hates when her knees quiver with every step his take. Ever so languid — smug, even — towards her like they’re the only two in the damn roo. She hates how dizzy he makes her when his fingers lace through her sash, tugs her close enough she can see the hazel in his dark eyes and smell the lingering cigar smoke on his breath.

She hates how it makes her feel.

Weak. Vunerable. Desired.

She hates it.

And yet…

She never wants him to stop.

“Everly…”

She can’t bear to look at him.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Rough fingers hook under her chin, tilting just so his lips are a moments away from hers she can taste the whiskey on his breath and inhale the lingering fumes of cigars. It leaves her dizzy and shaken and drunk on only the feeling of him.

“Johnny…,” she whispers. A warning. A plea. A prayer on the tip of her tongie all he has to do is reach out and taste it.

The thought thrills and scares her.

Something shifts behind his eyes, darker as they flutter down to her lips, her nose, her brow before they return to her own.

“What do I make you feel?” He whispers the words into her mouth, her head swimming when his fingers hook into her sash, pulling her so close her hips knock into his, and she swears her heart’s stopped beating right in her chest.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I love you.

The bottle slips from her hands.

“I look at you, and I just love you,” the confession is so small, so quiet, hardly above a whisper. A mere note hanging on the end of a song he can hear that damn lunger playing just a few saloons down.

He hears it. He hears it and hangs on to every word.

“I love you, Johnny. And it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.”

Thank you for your writing!!

Can you do Ringo and Curly Bill first date with reader?🙏

ahh of course! this would have been out sooner but the holidays got the better of me lol

Curly Bill Brocius

This man is excited

He’ll go on for days leading up to the date all the ideas he wants to do with you

It takes Ike nearly bashing in his skull for him to settle down and really think

While he’s the life of the party, he wants something for just the two of you. He can get very possessive when he wants, and he doesn’t want to leave anything to chance, especially when it comes to his future relationship with you

So he opts for a picnic out in the country. He picks a few small things up from a shop and maybe a bottle of whiskey (or wine, if you prefer) and takes you for a trail ride

The whole way he’s pointing out the animals you two encounter, and tells you the time he mistook a Gila Monster for a Longnose snake and nearly got bit. He’ll point out the kinds of flowers that grow best in the spring after the thaw, and which plants heal sunburns best.

When you arrive, you see that he’s taken you to a small little spring tucked away in the mountains, where the both of you listen to the water and get to know one another better

Johnny Ringo

He chooses quieter locations, but knows with his reputation it’d be best for your peace of mind to be out in the open

He takes you a quiet little restaurant on the edge of town, just far enough out not to have Cowboys hounding the both of you constantly, but close enough you feel like he isn’t going to just up and have his way with you (as if he would ever do that, his mother would rise from her grave and beat him with a wooden spoon)

Dinner’s a teasing affair. While he’s with the Cowboys, Johnny’s usually reserved and quiet, never speaking unless spoken to. But with you? On your own? The man’s an absolute tease. He’ll pick tables that are just a little too short and will playfully grab fistfuls of your clothing and run it between his fingers just to watch you struggle to keep your composure. He’ll teach you phrases in Latin and sport the biggest grin when he translates the naughty sentence and watch your face burn bright red. It’s all in good fun, though. If he notices you aren’t comfortable with it, he stops

After dinner he’ll take you on a walk, and the two of you will point out the constellations you see

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if reading on tumblr isn’t your thing, most (if not all) of these will be cross-posted on my ao3. i will also have spotify playlists up for characters/series eventually as well !

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Hi lovely!!

Will you write a head cannon about Curly Bill Johnny Ringo hurt the reader's feelings...🙏💕

Ooo we already starting this one out strong. I’m such a sucker for anything angst (just ask my cowriter on our other blog I’ve got emotional breakdowns to a science at this point) so this was such a fun one to do. This is going to be a female centered POV

Curly Bill Brocius

Since you’d met, he’d always claim you were the one for him. There wouldn’t have been any other

You always believed him. He always seemed so head-over-heels in love just seeing you walk up to his tent, compliment your every outfit no matter how dirty or torn it was, calling you his starlight every chance he could. Nothing you could have done would have turned him away

It seemed you both were in it for the long haul

Until you caught him in a brothel with another woman

She was everything you weren’t

Where your skin was calloused from years out on a ranch, she was smooth as butter. Where you were stout and toned, she was thin and delicate.

You heart sunk and shattered when he uttered your nickname to her

You couldn’t take it any more, turning on your heel and racing off into the night.

You couldn’t believe him. After everything you shared, all you’d done, every silly little fight and every dance he swept you up in was nothing but a lie. Every memory shared under the canopy of the stars, whispering futures of fortune and fame to the heavens, and he had thrown it all away

Johnny Ringo

Johnny was never an emotional man. So much more reserved compared to the loose cannons the Cowboys were infamous for. But not your Johnny. Never. Always the reserved man, the first to arrive and the first to leave. Never sticking around too long where he knows he wasn’t needed. It’s just how he was.

You loved him for it. Loved how he was the eye in the hurricane the Cowboys would bring through Tombstone. He was the roll of gentle thunder after a flash of lightning, the wind coaxing the beginning flames of a forest fire.

You only ever saw his resolve break when Billy died.

You try to lure him back to the tent, back to the comfort of your arms, and it’s a war to fight back the sinking in your heart when he shoves you away.

“Get off me. Can’t you see I don’t want you here?”

Fuck…that…

That hurt more than any bullet could

You don’t bother to shoot back a snarky reply — your heart and pride too wounded to even conjure up one — instead choosing to brush at dirt you know isn’t there on your coat and spin on your heel back to your tent.

You know he didn’t truly mean it. He never could. Not after he promised you the sun and stars. The heavens and the earth. But the anger, the hate, that flooded his features towards you was too much for your already fracturing heart to bear.

Wow this one feels like it kind of sucked. Writing has been hella difficult lately, so I’m sorry this isn’t as good as I could have made it to be. I am working on a few projects so hopefully those will redeem me

just a reminder these prompt lists are also for this blog as well !

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

✩∶ﾟ･. — too scared to fall and too ruined to let it end *.☽ .*

head here for rules on requesting !

❝ I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. ❞

❝ I just look at you and I just love you. And it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you. ❞

❝ I want you…I didn’t know what wanting was before you. ❞

❝ Ask me to stay and I will. I will drop everything else if you ask me to stay. ❞

❝ I trust you with parts of myself I’m afraid to show to anyone else. ❞

❝ You came? ❞ ❝You called. ❞

❝ I like you more than I planned. ❞

❝ There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you. ❞

❝ Don’t do that. ❞ ❝ Do what? ❞ ❝ Look at me like I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve seen. ❞

❝ I like it when you smile. It’s cute. ❞

❝ What are you doing up so late? ❞

❝ For you, I would steal the stars. ❞

❝ Have you ever seen the hell in someone’s eyes and loved it anyway? ❞

❝ Take the mask off when you speak to me. ❞

❝ Kiss me, you piece of shit. ❞

❝ What a plot twist you were. ❞

❝ Even though we never said it to each other, we knew. ❞

❝ I fall in love with souls, not faces. ❞

❝ Sleep. I’m not going anywhere. ❞

❝ You make me feel. You make me feel…and I want it to stop. ❞

❝ Are you asking me to slow dance in your kitchen in my jammies? ❞

❝ It has made me better, loving you. ❞

❝ What I feel for you doesn’t have a name. ❞

❝ Perhaps we may meet each other in a dream. ❞

❝ I want to be with you, it is as simple, and complicated, as that. ❞