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Anxiety (Naga Boyfriend)

I didn’t give him a name or too much of a description, but here it is. As always, I don’t have anxiety, so I had to do some research and that can only do so much. Please feel free to absolutely rip me apart if it is way off kilter.

You were normal. You had bills and a job that you worked at full time, you worked real hard everyday and sang in the shower. Normal. You also had a boyfriend and got along quite well. Of course, he helped you and vice versa.

Yet, you were a worrier. It was one of those things you’d had for years, but only at your boyfriend’s insistence, did you look into it. It had taken less than a month of living together for him to piece together there was something up and that was where he started to convince you to go to your appointments and finally put a name to it. Anxiety.

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after an accident with a curse, yuji finds himself in a random small-scale hospital nowhere near his home. growing tired and sad over his bleak and lonely surroundings he wished that the days would go by faster. that is until a certain nursing assistant made him wish for the exact opposite

yuji x f! reader ☆ fluff, eventual smut(maybe), eventual angst(maybe), ☆ wc: 2.4k cw: mentions of blood/injuries a/n: AAHHH my first ever yuji fic tehe he is so completely growing on me au where yuji grew up and became a sorcerer but none of sukunas fingers were involved not beta read but nothing i write ever is </3

pt: 01 || ...

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yuji didnt always hate the smell of hospitals. they used to remind him of better times visiting his grandfather, bringing in flowers for the friendly nurses, and spending the evenings with his only remaining family. 

but as yuji lay on his own hospital bed, trapped to this small room lit by bright fluorescent lights, he began to hate it. he groaned while staring up at the ceiling tiles, reliving the events of the weeks prior. taking up a high-risk assignment was a stupid decision. shooing his assistant away out of kindness was, now that he was in this position, a very stupid decision. 

from what he was told by nurses and doctors alike, a pedestrian found him unconscious outside of an abandoned morgue and called the authorities. now he’s here, holed up in some random non-sorcerer regulated hospital, having to feign amnesia and pretend he had no idea how he ended up there. he rolled onto his side, staring out of the window as frustration washed over him. he felt weak and alone and wanted nothing more than to be out of here. 

a soft knock brought him out of his self-deprecating thoughts, turning over and sitting up as per routine of the last few weeks 

“come in,” his voice was hoarse but you could hear it from behind the door. having just started your nursing position job only a month ago, you were a bit nervous. having heard of the mysterious boy found bloodied and unconscious with no memory of what happened, you were nervous you would some how fuck it up. but with a tray in one hand, you steeled your nerves and opened the door. 

peaking your head in, you offered a smile to the tired looking pink-haired man covered in bandages. 

“hi, yuji is it?” you knew who he was, everyone on this floor and then some knew who he was. being the only person to come into this small hospital with such injuries in years, the nurses and doctors definitely talked. he nodded as you walked further into the room, feeling his eyes on you as you pulled out the table and set the tray down. “im y/n,” you held your hand out, waiting awkwardly for a few seconds before yuji shook it. he looked a wreck and you could see where the sense of mystery came from. you couldnt help being intrigued by him, wanting to know more about his story. “i brought you lunch, if you dont like it i could bring you a menu to choose from,” you spoke lightly, trying to portray yourself as friendly and welcoming as you could. 

it seemed to work, a smile tugging on the corners of yujis lips as he reached over to grab the cup of orange juice. 

“thank you,” he spoke softly, seeming unable to take his eyes off of you. you seemed different from the other healthcare professionals that passed through; more kind and personable. most importantly maybe, closer to his age. having been surrounded with a lot more experienced, older doctors, it felt nice to see someone around his age group. 

you nodded in response, your smile growing as you grew more comfortable. you grabbed your clipboard, trying not to seem too obvious as you assessed his behavior for anything youd need to report. you could see various scars scattered over his torso and arms down to where the thin blankets covered his lower half. glancing up from your clipboard in a way you hoped was subtle, you watched as he ate. he didnt seem to be picky, taking bites of everything on the tray. but once he caught your eyes you couldnt help but try to change the topic.

“your doctor said you were healing well,” you tried to keep an air of professionalism in your tone, but the way he was maintaining eye contact was making you a bit flustered. “so you should be able to go out to the common room if you wish- just let a nurse know,” yuji nodded along to your words, finding comfort in your voice over all the monotone hes been forced to endure. “im sure you already know this but we do have books and such available if you want anything to help the time go by. i know it must be hard being cooped up in here,”

yujis smile grew, you seemed so nice. you brought about a sort of gentle air that made him feel at ease her. you were the first one to come in here and not try to get him to ‘remember’ what landed him here. you genuinely seemed to care only about his well being, and it was, to put it in simply, refreshing. 

“i’ll be off then, if you need anything you can let me, or any of the other nurses know with the call button,” you motioned to the red button on the arm of his bed, growing shy over how he didnt bother to look, keeping his eyes on you. “enjoy your lunch,” with a final smile and short nod, you pivot on your heels, making your way to the door. 

“wait,” yuji spoke suddenly, causing you to turn around swiftly, a hint of alarm coursing through you before seeing he was still okay and didnt somehow collapse in on himself the minute your back was turned. you looked at each other with equally large eyes. yuji seemed to have spoken before he could think. but the truth was he did feel alone, having had no visitors and seeing no friendly faces. despite having spent less than an hour with you, he wanted to be able to feel this comfortable as long as he could. “could you… stay,” you nodded your head, attempting to give him a smile even though you were sure your confusion was painted on your face. 

“yes of course, is everything alright?” you scanned his face for anything alarming as you pulled up a chair to the side of his bed, sitting down next to the table. 

“yeah i guess i just… wanted to talk,” yuji didnt know where he was going with this. he didnt really know where he was going with this. he dreaded the words as soon as they lift his lips, becoming worried that the conversation would steer to you interrogating him about that night. you nodded slowly, trying to assess how he was feeling just from his expressions

“we can definitely talk,” you said encouragingly. you’ve read his files, you knew the other staff would use this opportunity to try to talk about the night he was brought in. but you felt that maybe he really just wanted some company, as far as you were away he hadnt had any visitors or even left his room. you felt sorry for him in a way, and wanted to keep the conversation light for his sake. “how about you lead the conversation,” you suggested, passing the ball to him in hopes that he’d understand you wouldnt be trying to get answers out of him. he was practically beaming at your offer and you knew in that moment that you you were right about him. your own grin grew, the air of comfort around yuji growing contagious. 

“well have you seen any of the human earthworm movies,” he felt like a total loser asking such a dumb question, but seeing your eyes twitch with a mix of interest and confusion before letting out a small chuckle made him feel a bit better about it. you shake your hair, the mood a stark change from your otherwise stressful workday.

“no i havent, but i take it you have,” you cocked your eyebrow jokingly, enjoying how easy it felt to talk to yuji. he nodded his head enthusiastically, before taking a bite out of his sandwich. 

“ive seen all of them- multipe times,” he spoke between bites, taking a swig of his juice before resting his hands on the table. noticing the hospital band around his wrist brought you back to reality. remembering how he had seemed to be all alone these past weeks and was finally getting the chance to talk to someone. you made a mental note to check up on him regularly during your shifts. no one should have to heal on their own. 

yuji had gone into explaining the series, using his hands to act out certain scenes. he seemed to really be enjoying the conversation, not showing any signs of pain despite all of the bandages adorning his arms and torso. 

unfortunately, yuji’s display was cut short with a short knock on the door. you shot up, worried that maybe you had been away for too long. but as another nurse came in, he was followed by two other men; one with snow white hair and a shit eating grin, the other with darker hair and a very stoic expression. 

“yuji you have visitors,” the nurse dead panned, seeming not too interested in the matter. with a quick comment about visiting hours to the two men he was out of the door. 

you saw yuji’s face light up, body twitching to get up and greet them. feeling a bit awkward about standing in the middle of their visiting time, you carefully pushed the chair back up against the wall and saw yourself out. 

“im glad youre getting better yuji,” you gave him a polite smile, feeling somewhat vulnerable as the white haired man stared at you intently from behind his sunglasses. you grabbed your clipboard, nodding to the men standing idly. “someone should be in here to bring you dinner,” yuji watched as you stiffly nodded your head towards megumi and gojo, waiting for you to close the door behind you before anyone said anything.

“so who was she,”

“what took you guys so long,” yuji quickly asked, ignoring gojos question entirely. he watched as gojo smiled, grabbing a chair, and pulling it up where you were previously sitting. 

“well since you had so kindly sent the assistant who accompanied you on your assignment on their merry way, it took a while for anyone to raise any alarms. and then we had to locate what hospital you were in,” 

yuji listened intently, glancing over at megumi who was leaning against the wall. he thought of the assistant, hoping they didnt get into too much trouble for just listening to him. 

“we tried to visit a little over a week ago but they said you werent able to take any visitors,” megumi spoke in a monotone voice, scanning yujis current state. yuji was shocked to hear they tried to visit, this being the first time there was any mention of anyone trying to visit. too distracted by his thoughts, yuji didnt even notice gojo swiping his sandwich until he spoke up around a mouth full of food.

“we could have you transferred to a more uh sorcerer friendly hospital if ya want,” gojo waved the sandwich around as he talked, dropping it back on the plate. “this food sucks,” he commented, exaggerating sounds of disgusting. 

“no its okay-,” it seemed like yuji was the most shocked at his own words. not entirely sure why that had come out of his mouth when he had dreaded every second being here. but then he remembered you. he knew he could just be emotional, you having been the one shred of silver lining in this dismal place. but he wanted to stay. he wanted to talk to you again. plus, he was sure he would be getting out soon anyway, whats wrong with spending the next few days there. 

gojo glanced at megumi before looking back at yuji, his smile growing all the more obnoxious. 

“is it because of that pretty nurse?” 

yuji threw a balled up napkin at gojo, trying to distract the two of them from the blush he was certain was now warming up his cheeks. shaking his head, he fiddled with his hospital bracelet, feeling a bit uncomfortable. 

“no its not,” he tried to sound as confident and truthful as possible, but the snort coming from megumi told him he failed. “i’ve just been here the whole time, seems stupid to leave now when i’ll probably be out in a couple days,” he trailed off, words turning into a muttered mess. he knew he sounded stupid, before he even knew you existed he spent his days counting ceiling tiles and wondering when the hell he would be able to get out. “i’ll just wait it out,” he added, the silence and intensity of stares thrown his way making him feel like he was in some sort of spotlight. “so uh what happened to that curse?” he quickly asked, desperately wanting to change topics. 

“i exorcized it,” megumi said, eyes squinting just a tad as he looked yuji up and down. “are you sure you dont just want to stay because of that nurse?” gojo’s laughs filled the room while yuji buried his head in his hands.

“oh my god,” his voice was muffled by his palms as he tried to get them to stop asking embarrassing question with the sheer power of his mind. sadly for yuji, it did not work. gojo continued to tease him around mouthfuls of the very food he said was disgusting. “i didnt want you guys to come here just to eat my food and embarrass me,” yuji groaned into his hands, praying this whole thing would end

“alright alright,” gojo raised his arms in surrender, standing up and pushing the chair back. “we’ll leave so you can get some rest and definitely not so you can go back to talking to your hospital crush,” without waiting for yuji to answer, gojo was walking out, waving his hand and obnoxiously stomping. megumi stayed behind for a few moments, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. 

“get better soon,” yuji smiled back at him, megumis nice words making him think the utter torture was over. “so you can take her out on a proper date,” megumi quickly shut the door behind him, not waiting for yujis protests. 

once he was alone, yuji’s mind wandered to you again. and as he made himself as comfortable as he could on a hospital bed, he hoped he would be able to see you again soon. he felt childish once he really thought about it. but he liked talking to you and whether or not it was his foolish confidence, he thought that maybe if you met under different circumstances, the two of you could at least be friends.

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very much appreciated <3

Little Witch Tom Riddle x Malfoy Reader

Hello readers! So, had an idea in the dead of night and wrote this chapter for this potential story and I need some feedback. Do you like it? Would you like to see more of this? Please tell me because I would love to write more of this, but I don't know if anyone would want to read something like this. Also, the title is not its official and final title. If you guys enjoy this idea, the title will be something completely different from Little Witch.

Hope you enjoy this random thing of mine.

The smell of moisture and mildew clouded my senses. I could feel the tendrils of the musty basement curl around my head, tightening their hold. The familiar throbbing ran down my head and face, causing me to wince and squeeze my eyes, trying to work through the pain. I’ve always hated coming down here. This underground layer underneath my home always made my spine shiver and made gooseflesh appear on my delicate skin. This place, full of death and sorrow from previous victims throughout the history of my family, haunted these walls. In the dead of night, I could hear their wails and shrieks of terror. I could hear their weeping and their cries for help. Hear their pleas to a higher power and bargain with their soul, trying to escape this prison. But their prayers and pleas went unanswered. Day in and day out, they were still here. Stuck. Tethered to these bloody walls.

Knowing that these souls occupied these walls and halls was one reason I avoided this place. But something was calling me. Whispering my name. Urging me to come down here, to explore. To search for it. I’d tried to ignore the call, the whisper, but each night it grew louder and louder. Finally, after a nightmare of snakes strangling me in my sleep, I allowed the voice to take control and call to me. I followed the voice, down the corridors, passing portraits, the sleeping quarters of the house-elves, all the way down the stairs that led here. Unlike the dungeons that were kept clean and lit, the basement, underneath the dungeons, was dark, dirty, and had a metallic smell. Here, I could feel the voice calling louder, urging me more quickly, practically pushing me forward, moving my stone-cold feet towards a chest. An ebony chest, decorated in silver and bore the Malfoy family crest. On the lip of the lid wrote a name: Abraxas M. Malfoy.

This was my grandfather’s chest. My recently deceased grandfather.

Now, this close to the chest, I could feel magic electrifying in the air, crackling with energy. The voice, now clearer and deeper, called out my name. I felt an invisible hand take my own and place it on the chest. Magic pulsed and cracked throughout the house, passing through my fingertips, travelling up my body, tingling my nervous system. Power gushed through my veins; an echo of spells in Latin, French, and German rang through my head. I felt a pull in my abdomen, as if something was trying to reach through my body and pull out my magical core; rending me magickless. I tried to fight it, combating it with my own power, using ancient spells and curses passed down through my family, trying to ward off the entity. However, my attempts became futile. Whatever this spirit—voice—was, it knew how to avoid and get past my family's magic, delving itself into the pits of my mind, reaching into the darkest parts, seeing memories I’d wish to avoid.

Memories of a man with red eyes and cold skin.

I felt my brain being torn in two when my throat convulsed. I screamed loudly. I felt a whoosh of power flow from me as I screamed. I felt the chilling laughter of a monster crawling up my skin, piercing my soft and supple flesh, drawing blood. Ruby drops coated the floor, soaking a carpet and dripping onto my feet.

The lid of the chest flew open, the lock breaking, and a sense of dread curled in the pit of my stomach. Still under the control of whatever this spirit was, I felt myself lean and bend, reaching my hand into the chest and grabbing a small black book. A name was etched into the leather cover, written in gold lettering. When my fingertips connected with the cover, I felt a pulse of dark magick flow through my fingers, numbing them.

I ran my index finger down the leather cover, tingling with power, as I traced the name. Names were power. Though some people disagreed, the old ways were proof of that sentiment. Names held power over someone. You knew their true name, the name their soul carried, you held power over them. And this name, I knew, even in my drunken and controlled state, that this name held power I couldn’t even imagine. That this name was dangerous. And if I uttered it, it would seal my fate.

“(Y/n)!!”

The voice of my father reached my ears, making me blink a few times, as my vision became blurred. I felt my body becoming numb and buckled under my weight.

“(Y/n)!!” Father’s arms wrapped around me and I felt my body become weightless. Light. As if I was a feather.

“Sweet girl, what happened? What’ve I told you about coming down here? It’s dangerous!”

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t feel. All I could do was blink and stare at my father; his grey eyes trained on my figure as he assessed the situation and damage. His hair was tied back in a bow, keeping his strands of silver out of his eyes. He wasn’t wearing pyjamas. He was still in his clothes from earlier. His cloak, his three-piece suit, his dragon-hide wingback shoes.

He was still awake then; I mused.

“(Y/n), look at me, tell me what happened.”

I tried. I really did. But I couldn’t. I felt my body and mind slip in and out of consciousness. All I could do was grip the book tighter. He noticed. His grey eyes travelled to my hand, where I clutched the book for dear life. As if it was a part of my soul. A part of me.

A gasp left my father, his eyes widening as he took into the leather cover. His eyes flashed back and forth.

To me; to the book. To me; to the book.

Over and over and over. Until he finally gained the strength and re-established his mind.

“Come (Y/n),” Father picks me up in his arms. I feel the book drop from my hands. It slapped against the cold stone floors. It’s voice called out to me again. I wanted to hold it, clutch it close to my heart, weep over the pages. But I can do nothing about it. I was motionless. Paralyzed. My strength was all but gone. The fight for control and the will of my magick took its toll on me. I could no longer feel.

As father carried me away from the basement full of death, my vision was blurry and I could only hear distorted voices. It was as if I was hearing things on another frequency. As if I reached another plane of this universe. The only voice I could hear clearly was the whisper.

“Come to me,”

“Free me from this cage,”

“Come to me, (Y/n),”

“Come…”

The last thing I heard was a man whispering in another language, a language I knew and understood, yet I could not understand.

In the dark basement of Malfoy Manor, while house-elves and the Lady of the house took care of the heiress Malfoy, trying to break her fever and console her shaking and convulsing body—a man walked down the long spiral staircase leading down towards the damp basement. He held his wand in front of him; it was lit with the simple lumos spell, as he travelled down to the haunted walls.

His eyes were set in an icy determination, the same look he had about him when he was intending to see things done properly—his way. His brows were furrowed and his pointy chin was jutted out. The surrounding air crackled as his own magical core expanded, covering his person in protection spells.

For years, that blasted diary was quiet. It slept peacefully, only to be awakened when it was time for his master to see the light of day. It appears, when the cursed pages woke, it stirred something in his eldest child, his daughter. Called out to her, hypnotising her. She was its victim, wanting her to take the book and pour her soul into its cursed ink so that his Master might live again. His Dark Lord’s plan was planned out so very well, its cursed nature, its spiritus malus enchanted his daughter. While Lucius was angry and wanted to incendio the cursed book to nothing more than a pile of ash —- it was his master's orders to answer the call, and Lucius was a devoted servant of his Lord.

He walked down the long corridor, towards the chest. Lucius bent down and picked up the book, feeling its magick course through his veins. He suppressed a shiver from running down his spine, and turned on the balls of his feet, clouding himself in shadow as he marched his way down the corridor, up the stairs, and into his private office.

Sitting the book on his mahogany desk, he took a seat in his leather winged-back chair and stared at it. He could hear the whispers of the curse, trying to seduce him, place him under the spell.

Lucius didn’t know what to do. He ran through his memories, looking for one of his Dark Lord. He shifted through his categorised mind, tearing down the walls and boarded up doors of his mind. He sorted and searched until he found it.

It was after his daughter’s first birthday. October 31st, 1976. She had just received her soul-mark—something the Malfoy family has always had; the magick of soulmates. It was also after the Dark Lord appointed him as his Second-in-Command. He remembered how thrilled he was, earning the approval of his Lord, and rising in the ranks of Death Eaters. It was a glorious moment for him and his family. Lucius remembered how, after the small gathering they had for his daughter, the Dark Lord stayed around, claiming to speak to him about an urgent matter at hand. But what he didn’t notice back then, in the present, of his Master’s eyes on his child’s soul-mark embedded in the skin of her right wrist. It was strange, Lucius remembered himself saying. A snake wrapping its body around the child's wrist, eating its tail. The mark was nothing like his own mark with Narcissa; a flower with a snake coiled around its stem. His mark was calm and held an aura of serenity. While hers was violent, untamed, out-of-control. There was no softness, only a cold exterior of a snake eating itself.

Lucius remembered when he was a child asking his own father about the nature of their soul-marks. As to why snakes were always included in their depiction of the other half of their soul. Abraxas didn’t know, but claimed there was a snake involved in the ritual to tether the souls of mates together, to show, to embed a mark on the skin, showing the world the superiority of Malfoy’s and their magic.

While many of the guests stared at her wrist with curiosity and fascination, his master’s eyes were full of something Lucius could not place. When Cygnus and Druella approached their granddaughter and daughter, they gave gifts and encouraging words to Narcissa. However, Cygnus looked at his granddaughter with disappointment, wishing his loyal and obedient daughter had given birth to a son first, rather than a daughter. When the man's cold eyes flickered to her little wrist, he reached out and touched it, tracing the mark. Something snapped in his master’s exterior, and the mask of calm and connectedness broke and a sliver of emotion passed through his facade. His red eyes flashed angrily, and his hands clenched into fists.

Before his Lord could make a scene, Lucius approached him, asking him about what matter he needed to speak of urgently. The two left the scene, walking down the long dark-lit corridors, passing sleeping and awake portraits. Lucius pushed the door open to his study, letting the light of the fireplace cast a glow to the porcelain man beside him. His grey eyes watched as the Dark Lord took a seat, pulling something out from his cloak. Lucius turned, closed and locked the door, and strode across the threshold to his master.

“Lucius,” his Master’s voice, was icy, filled with nothing but cold, bitter ice. “This is what I wished to discuss with you.” He placed a book on the mahogany desk occupying this room. Whispers filled the room. Lucius shivered as his magick core sensed the dark magic, the death, surrounding this book.

“What is it, my Lord?” he asked, the hairs on his neck standing up, attentive to the magic in this room. His Master smiled. His smile reminded him of a snake before striking.

“This, my friend, is my old school diary. It is now a cursed object.” He picked up the book, flipping the pages as he spoke. “It contains my younger self. Preserved in these pages.” The book screamed a silent scream.

“I want you to hide it. Once the book awakens, I want you to give it to someone. Magic or non-magic, I care not who it is. Give it to them, and they shall write in it, for the pull of this diary is too strong for anyone to resist. As they write, my younger self will suck their life-force; their core. And once my younger-self has done it, they shall be reborn again.”

Lucius stared in astonishment. “But my lord, you are already here. Alive.”

His Master smirked. “I have no doubts, Lucius, that I shall succeed. But if there is a slight chance. A slight possibility that the old fool beats me, well, then you will know what to do with it.”

Lucius watched as he ran a finger down the spine, watching the book itself shudder.

“This is only a precaution. I know I will have no need for it.”

Voldemort stood from his chair. His eyes, red as blood, gazed into Lucius’ grey orbs.

“Do you understand, Lucius?” he asked. Lucius knew that tone. He’d seen it in action when Death Eaters failed their mission or when he interrogated wizards, witches, and mudbloods.

“Yes, My Lord,”

A chilling smile spread across his face.

Lucius knew what to do. He sighed, laced his fingers together, and sat in deep thought. Thinking up a plan. A plan to resurrect his master's soul. He knew, deep in his soul, that if he was the one to resurrect his Master, he would be welcomed back joyously. His comrades would praise him, his master would thank him.

And if what his master said was true, this new form would be young. No one would know him. He could fit in the ranks of the Ministry, infiltrate it from the inside. Corrupt the Wizengomat. His Master would do wondrous things for the good of the Wizarding World. Purify the scum of their world, and lay waste to the blood traitors.

The glory days would return, and his youngest would live in a world full of wizards and witches like him.

Lucius smiled. Yes, it’ll all work out. All he needs to do is find a mind curious enough to write in the pages of a diary and who’s ignorant enough to believe that this book means no harm.

While this was happening, the young Malfoy Heiress thrashed in her sleep. House-elves tried to calm her, but she continued to convulse. In her fevered dreams, stood a man standing on a hilltop. His eyes were a deep shade of black, almost like he held the starless night sky in his orbs. His skin was pale, blemishless, and pure. Pure as snow. Hard as marble. His sharp nose, his full lips, his arched brows. Everything about him was beautiful. As if he was cut from marble, shaped by elegant and artistic hands. Details you’d seen in statues at muggle museums. His hair was onyx, tousled like he ran his long and articulate fingers through the strands regularly. He stood tall. His back was straight. He looked angelic. But there was something dark around him. Shadows surrounded him. Clouding his body in a dark mist. His face distorted, the skin on his jaw pulled back, revealing bone and rotten flesh. The hill was no longer a grassy hilltop, but a hill of bones; skulls. He stood on them, as if he was a King. His face was slacked in determination and his eyes were hard. He was the victor of a battle, of a war. He no longer held an angelic look, but a demonic aura, full of darkness and evil. Yet his face, though rotting and had parts revealing bone, was the only place on his body that still looked angelic.

It was hard to look at him; she thought. He’s beautiful, was another thought of hers. It was as if her own mind was being torn in two, her thoughts constantly contraindicated each other. She didn’t know why. Why was she still looking at this beautiful monster? Why didn’t she run? Why was he calling her over?

“Who are you?” She called out to him. The man smirked, exposing the right side of his mouth, rotting. She shivered.

“Who are you?” She called out again, her voice trembled. “Death?”

The man chuckled, his voice booming all around her. As if she was in an echo chamber. She felt his laugh in her skull, rattling her bones.

“Sometimes.” He answered, smirking at the young Heiress. “But not today… little witch,”

The next thing she knew was that she was ripped from her dream in a cold sweat. But what she would later learn is that she could not remember the dream, nor the man, only the words: “Little witch,”

Translations:

spiritus malus = evil spirit (I used google translate for this, sorrry if I'm wrong)

thinking about the members noticing their s/o has to hold something to fall asleep (like a billow or something) I have this habit and I wondered what they would think of it

I ALSO LOOOOOVE YOUR WORKS! YOU ARE AMAZING POOKIE ILY♡

ATZ & READER'S UNIQUE SLEEPING HABIT — headcanons

pairing: ateez x fem!reader genre: fluff, some light angst (hurt 2 comfort for joong and sanni's parts) wrd cnt: 3.4k author's note: that was such a cute ask, thank you for requesting it babe <3 THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY I LOVE YOU TOO!! mixed it up with this ask. (ﾉ´ з `)ノ taglist: @hyukssunflower @cqndiedcherries masterlist

　　○˳　　　　　　hongjoong

hongjoong always comes home late, working tirelessly on producing, songwriting, and juggling many other tasks throughout his days and nights. so, you've taken it upon yourself to find comfort in a big teddy bear, craving the warmth of someone beside you to cuddle up with. this time though, you two had a massive fight, and he's gone all silent on you. no more arguing, he had decided. instead, he'd channel all that frustration into crafting some new beats, pouring his anger into his creations, so the cuddling with the bear just hits harder.

as he enters your private room, the first thing he does is check on you before even taking off his clothes or washing up. his eyes soften at the sight of you nestled with the large plushie, and his heart squeezes with guilt. you look so tiny and delicate in the vast bed, almost overshadowed by the bear's size. he tenderly runs his fingers from your wrist to your elbow, noticing your firm grip on the stuffed animal, and he closes his eyes, allowing his thoughts to roam freely as he scolds himself for being selfish and leaving you so lonely that you resorted to such measures to feel embraced.

"joong?"

your voice startles him from his thoughts, and hongjoong turns to you, gently hushing you, coaxing you back to sleep. "shh, baby, go back to sleep. let me just get out of these jeans, and i'll be right there, pretty girl."

you pay no attention to his words, sitting up and rubbing your eyes with one hand while the other tosses the bear out of the bed, pulling him closer by his suit vest. who wears a suit vest with jeans? probably your fashion-fanatic boyfriend, but you're too tired to imagine how uncomfortable that must be to lie down wearing it. you embrace him tightly, burying your face in his chest, taking in the scent of his cologne before drifting back to sleep, completely forgetting about how you guys were fighting just earlier in the day. regardless of how scratchy those designer jeans he's wearing are or how wrinkled his dress shirt might get tomorrow, nothing could make hongjoong budge away from you right now. he's getting all cozy, listening to your soft snores, and holding you tighter as he starts to doze off, but just before he actually falls asleep he whispers in the silent room.

"i'll get us a mattress in the studio so you can sleep in a same room where i'm there, i don't wanna ever leave you alone baby."

　　○˳　　　　　　seonghwa

when seonghwa sleeps, he becomes unnaturally warm, tossing and turning, pulling the sheets off his body only to tug them back afterwards. yep, he's like a living furnace—basically uncuddable. so, one day when you bring a big plushie (san's idea, by the way) to bed, seonghwa is perplexed. he doesn't say anything as he watches you place it next to you.

you turn to him, all smiles, and seonghwa can't help but reciprocate, smiling back down at you. you plant a soft peck on his lips, once, twice, and a third time because you just love him so much. then, you clap your hands twice, letting the automatic system turn off the lights for you. you fall asleep in seonghwa's arms just like usual, but as the night goes on, the heat radiating from his body makes you push him away. you grab your plushie instead and cuddle with it, moving as far away as you can from seonghwa. ah, finally, you can rest without feeling like you're trapped in a sauna.

"what… the.. fuck?" seonghwa groans, his speech slow and laced with sleep, waking up three hours later with no one in his arms. he props himself up on his elbows, looking around confusedly for your form. once his eyes adjust to the darkness, he finds you sleeping far away from him, cuddling with something that isn't him.

feeling betrayed, he grabs you by the waist, your back facing him, and he pulls you to be flush with him. you're awakened by the harsh motion, momentarily stunned before you start whining, trying to get away. but he just holds you closer, briefly letting go of your waist to grab the plushie and toss it behind him. impressive, considering the weight of that thing, but right now, the focus is on the issue at hand—his body temperature. "hwaa nooo, too hot."

"shut up you promised you'd stay through sickness and health, so just suffer with me." he croaks against your hair and you turn to him, a "boy what the hell are you talking about" look on your face.

"what promise? we're not even married?" you retort, your voice matching his, as you can barely make out the words from your dry throat.

"yet."

　　○˳　　　　　　yunho

"i'll just grab the popcorn real quick, alright? you can start the movie without me, princess, no worries."

you nod quietly, reaching for the remote on the table as he plants a sweet kiss on your head when you settle back on the sofa. you press play, and the new spiderman movie starts rolling, but you're too exhausted to fully engage. work has really drained you, and all you crave is some rest. so, you pick up the cylindrical pillow beside you and hug it close.

by the time yunho returns with the snacks, you've already drifted off, and miles morales is on the screen, facing his mom's wrath. yunho doesn't notice right away, plopping down beside you and fixating his gaze on the tv. he laughs at a funny scene, but when he doesn't hear your laughter, he glances at you curiously from under his bangs. his eyes soften as he witnesses your adorable cuddling with the pillow. he can't help but be mesmerized, allowing the movie to play in the background while he admires every little detail of your face.

as he notices a droplet of spit forming on your parted lips, he can't help but chuckle, totally captivated by everything about you. gently, he wipes it away with his thumb and then lowers the volume using the remote. he softly takes the pillow from your arms and pulls you closer to him. he tries to hide his face with his hand as you snugly wrap your arms around his waist, finding comfort in his embrace. if mingi saw how completely giddy sleepy you can make him, he'd surely tease him endlessly.

"my princess' so cute, isn't she hmm?" he murmurs in the silence, running his fingers through the back of your neck. as you snuggle closer, he embraces you tightly, planting gentle kisses on your hair, causing you to twitch awake.

"huh? did the movie end? shit, sorry, i dozed off," you mumble groggily against his chest, trying to shift position. he places a hand over your eyes, momentarily blocking your vision.

"shh, go back to sleep, we'll watch it tomorrow," yunho chuckles, coaxing you to return to slumber on his chest. you comply happily, sneakily sliding your hands under his shirt to softly trace your nails on his skin.

"'ight, just promise not to watch it without me," you say playfully.

"deal, but only if you promise not to cuddle a pillow instead of me," he retorts with a teasing grin, "baby?"

"princess? do you promise?"

"zzz"

　　○˳　　　　　　yeosang

presently, you're watching yeosang flex his biceps in the mirror. he looks handsome, and his biceps have definitely gotten bigger. but you're feeling tired and all you really want is to cuddle with him. he's such a boy, ugh.

you pout and turn on the bed, making sure to steal his pillow to cuddle with. after ogling his body for a while, he takes off his tank top to flex his stomach and then goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth. once he's done with his routine, he returns to bed, only to notice his missing pillow.

he's about to fuss and whine, but when he sees you cuddling it, looking so cute, he can't help but stop. he lets his head fall back, gazing at the ceiling as he contemplates his options. should he steal back his pillow or just let you have it, because you look so comfy? he decides on the latter.

yeosang slips into bed, resting his cheek on his arm, elbow against the mattress, and turns toward you. your eyebrows are scrunched as if you're upset it's not him you're cuddling. he presses his thumb gently at the middle of your eyebrows, soothing the skin until your expression becomes more neutral. his fingers don't leave your face, though. they trail over, outlining your eyebrows, then gently feeling your eyelashes with his fingertips, before moving over the slope of your nose and settling on your puffy lips. he lightly pinches the flesh of your bottom lip between his fingers, tugging at it ever so softly. gosh, you're cute. and that habit of yours, hugging things when you sleep, just makes him melt even more for you. his heartbeat quickens the more he thinks about it. it's just so adorable!! now his eyebrows meet because he has to make do with sleeping without a pillow, all because you're so cute. sure, he could get up and find another pillow somewhere in the apartment, but he just can't seem to take his eyes off you, as if you'd vanish the moment he steps out of the room.

"gosh it's disgusting how much i love you."

the next morning, you wake up to the sight of yeosang sleeping next to you, with his head propped up on the mattress. you can't help but smile at the sight and decide to wake him up with small kisses to his lips.

"hey sleepy head."

"i think i have a cramp in my neck."

　　○˳　　　　　　san

"baby i'm sorr—"

you slam the door of your bedroom in his face, seething with anger. you're so furious that you could wreck the entire room right now. it's unbelievable that his ex showed up at the party he attended. fine, he only responded out of politeness when she talked to him, but it hurts you. what really stings is that wooyoung had to tell you about it before he did. you don't want to think about being understanding right now; you just need some time alone.

you make a beeline for the bed, falling onto it and getting tangled in the sheets. you silently kick the air like a child who's been denied a playdate. you know you're being childish, but it's too late to call him back. he's probably already on the couch, trying to sleep off the night. you'll talk about it in the morning like you always do, but for now, you'll settle for cuddling with one of his many plushies. grabbing the bigger one, you press your face against it and quickly doze off, exhausted from the fight.

not even two hours later, san sneaks back into the room. he makes sure you're asleep before taking another step. he just wanted to grab his phone from the nightstand, bored out of his mind and unable to sleep without you in his arms.

standing in front of the bed, he hesitates. you're there, cuddling with a bigger version of the shiber plushie you got him for his birthday, and he can't help but pout because he wants to be the one in your arms. maybe he could just slide in beside you—no, he shouldn't. but what if he lays down next to you without touching you—no, he shouldn't. what if he takes daddy shiber's place, then wakes up earlier to slip back onto the couch—no, he shouldn't. but you just look so adorable holding that plushie; it should be him!! lost in his thoughts, he doesn't notice you opening your eyes, having woken up the moment he entered the room. you really need to oil that door; it creaks so loudly.

"sanni," you whisper, and he lets out a small scream, so startled that he drops his phone. he cusses and quickly grabs it, apologizing and stuttering as he backs away. but he stops when you call his name again.

"yes?" his voice is small, and you sigh, rubbing your face. finally, you push the plushie away. "come here."

he practically jumps into the bed, pulling you close and hugging you tightly. "baby, i'm sorry. i didn't tell you because it honestly slipped my mind. she's so unimportant; i didn't even realize. i completely forgot about her—"

"san, not now. let's talk about it tomorrow morning. just hug me, please."

"yes ma'am."

"..."

"love you."

"... love you too."

"(⌒ᵕ⌒)"

　　○˳　　　　　　mingi

mingi is playing basketball with yunho in your backyard when you finally arrive home from work. you slip off your heels, keeping your eyes fixed on your boyfriend's agile movements through the sliding glass doors of the living room, which offer a clear view of the action in the garden. a soft smile forms on your lips as you watch him playfully push yunho aside, causing the taller boy to burst into laughter.

you push open the sliding doors and wave at the boys as they notice you. mingi playfully throws you a flying kiss, and you can't help but chuckle at his antics. taking a seat on one of the comfy couches you and mingi placed on the open veranda, you settle in to enjoy the scene.

"this shot's for you, babe!" mingi exclaims, dramatically pointing at you as he readies himself to shoot a 3-pointer. he releases the ball into the air but embarrassingly misses, leading to more laughter from yunho, who goes to retrieve the ball from the grass. mingi scratches the back of his head awkwardly and jogs over to you. "you didn't see anything."

you close your eyes, playing along, and feel a soft kiss on your cheek, followed by a sweet "welcome home, tiny" that warms your heart. mingi plants another kiss on your nose before returning to his match with yunho. the rhythmic sound of the bouncing ball lulls you into a peaceful sleep, and you instinctively grab a pillow to support your chin.

mingi doesn't notice that you've fallen asleep until he finishes his game. he and yunho approach your sleeping form, and both of them quiet down. mingi's breath catches in his throat at the sight – you look so adorable!! he can't help but let his thoughts run wild about how cute his princess is until yunho interrupts.

"bro, your girl's cute," yunho remarks, and mingi immediately turns to him, pushing him and throwing a couple of curses his way.

"get your own, you're not allowed to look!" mingi whines, using his body to shield you from yunho's view, pointing towards the living room to shoo him away. yunho chuckles but goes inside, knowing his own house is just down the street.

with yunho gone, mingi turns back to your sleeping form, crossing his arms in front of him as he shakes his head from side to side. "what am i gonna do with you, tiny? you can't let these guys see you like that."

　　○˳　　　　　　wooyoung

you watch wooyoung's graceful movements in the long mirror as he dances to a song from his album. a soft smile plays on your lips as you observe his focused expression, a sharp contrast to your naturally goofy boyfriend. the bass of the music reverberates through the floor, and for a moment, you close your eyes, allowing the sound to lull you into a sense of calm, almost drifting to sleep.

but your position on the floor isn't the most comfortable, sitting cross-legged. your eyes scan the room until you spot wooyoung's bag. with a mischievous smirk, you grab it and place it between your face and your thighs, hugging it to support your nap. soon, you doze off with a contented smile on your face.

wooyoung notices right away. his eyes are always on you just as much as yours are on him, and he stops dancing for a moment to disconnect his phone from the bluetooth stereo and switches to his airpods so as not to disturb your rest. he's eager to finish practice, knowing that the sooner he does, the sooner he can take you home.

after an hour of dancing, he's left with only the sound of his own heavy breathing. he puts the earphones back in his pocket and walks over to you, trying not to wake you up. he takes a seat beside you, grabbing a water bottle that was nearby.

as he sips from the bottle, his eyes remain fixated on your form. he just stares at you, wanting to memorize every detail, wishing he could imprint your image at the back of his eyelids. you're smiling in your sleep, and he bites his bottom lip, his gaze drifting to how you're hugging his bag. you're cute, you're so pretty, almost ethereal, and he feels like he's floating on a cloud. he considers himself the luckiest man alive. it's as if you sense his stare even in your sleep, and you wake up slowly, your eyelids fluttering open as you look around in confusion. the nap was so good that you momentarily forgot where you were.

when your eyes meet wooyoung's, his expression gives nothing away, although his mind is filled with enamored thoughts of you. you instinctively shrink in on yourself, hugging the bag tighter.

"… what?" you ask softly, feeling perplexed by the way he was looking at you.

he doesn't say anything; instead, he bends down and gives you a long kiss on the lips, catching you off guard. "woo, wha— what was that for?" you mumble.

"what was what for? since when do i need a reason to kiss you?" wooyoung replies, the affection in his words hidden behind a playful scoff.

"you don't, just don't look at me like a psychopath before you do it…"

"okay, i won't look at you anymore."

"wait, no, i was joking. look at me!!"

　　○˳　　　　　　jongho

you and jongho are cuddling together on the couch, him engrossed in a video game while you lazily watch the screen. sleep starts to tug at you, so you reach for the nearby pillow to get more comfortable.

the moment jongho sees you grabbing the pillow, he pulls the mic of his headphones up, briefly muting himself. "nah, drop that right now."

"jjong, what are you talking about?" you look up at him, surprised and confused, dropping a disbelieving scoff. he glances quickly at the screen, shooting a random guy in the game, and then focuses back on you.

"drop the pillow. you're not hugging that to sleep," he says, noticing your small habit and not liking it one bit. he scowls while trying to grab the pillow with one hand, still holding the controller with the other. however, you playfully pull back, laughing at his quirky antics.

"not until you tell me why," you laugh even harder, seeing him struggling to divide his attention between you and the game. but he only pouts, not wanting to reveal his true feelings. you snicker, now leaning against the armrest, and you playfully tap him with your feet, giggling when he sends you a death glare. "come on, tell meee."

"why would you hug a pillow to sleep when i'm right here?" he finally groans, pulling at his bangs to cover his face in embarrassment.

"no way, choi jongho, are you being serious right now?" you giggle even harder into the pillow, kicking your feet excitedly. the maknae is finally acting like a maknae, and you can't help but adore it. he doesn't say anything, rolling his eyes, but the slight blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears betrays him. he pulls the mic back down, hushing you with his finger, as if the fact that his mic is on can stop you from laughing at him. you toss the pillow to the floor and snuggle into his arms, making sure not to obstruct his view of the tv.

you mouth the words "i love you" before pulling him into a hug. jongho can't help but smile, momentarily forgetting that his mic is still on as he cheekily asks, "get your ass up here and give me a kiss."

a barrage of screams can be heard through the headset, so loud that even you can hear them.

"what the fuck jongho."

"bro what."

"hold on pause."

"aye man, what the fuck are you talking about."

"come here, teddy bear, i'll kiss you," jongho recoils at wooyoung's attempt at a fake high-pitched voice, trying to sound cute, but it only results in even more exaggerated disgusted screams from his the boys in the call.

The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

*****************

It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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Double Dare || Part III

Summary: when mission goes wrong, James turns out to be very caring towards you

Warnings: none

Words: 1496

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It was almost a month since you started to work form James, it was something. He was providing you with whatever you need, you never suffered because of hunger, cold or sickness. You were safe from other scums who would gladly use your body to their own pleasure but there was James. Your boss, he protected you but still was hard on you.

It was really early morning, the fog was still visible on the streets. James entered your bedroom without knocking. “Wake up. Time to work.” He said and pushed you out of the bed.

You grunted deeply, waking up in such a harsh way was definitely not a pleasure. “What the hell, Mr Delaney?,” you asked as opened your eyes to glare at him. “Is there a fire or what that you pull me out of a dream?”

“I don’t pay you for dreaming.” He simply summed up and looked at you.

“You’re gonna put on the best dress you have and you’re gonna go and steal something for  me.” James said watching you. “Better hurry, you have your breakfast downstair. When you will be done come to my room and we will talk.”

“What? Excuse me, what? What shall I steal?,” you asked but he simply left.

You growled under your breath and went to get dressed. As you did, you went downstairs to have your breakfast.

James went to his room and sat down. He had to plunge someone who was highly against him. What was the better way then using a woman to get some embarrassing information? Sure he was kinda worried? That man was dangerous but still, he believed in your skills. He let out a deep sigh and waited at you.

That mission turned around to be a misunderstanding. You sneaked into the house and pretty easily found the thing James talked about during the breakfast. But getting out turned out to not be easy. You were caught stealing documents and punished badly for that.

James walked around in the kitchen. “Where is she, Brace? What takes her so long?!” He asked nervously.

Why was he even worried? He couldn’t explain it in any possible way. You were so soft and gentle, even too soft and gently for him but somehow those stuff were pulling him to you. Maybe that’s why he was so hard on you? He tried to push his feelings away. “I am going to look for her.” He growled and grabbed his coat.

You had managed to crawl back neighbourhood somehow, yet it was already too much for you. You simply fainted. Your body was struggling to recover, to repair the damages.

James opened the doors and immediately spotted you. “Shit… Brace! I will need your help!” James ran to you and gently picked you up.

“I am sorry.” He whispered and took you inside.

“Cold…,” you whispered with blue lips.

Brace opened the door wider, letting James with you in his arms inside. “I’ll bring water and rags,” he said, getting quickly to the kitchen.

“Ssshh, don’t speak.” He whispered. “It will be better soon. I promise you that.”

James placed you on the couch and inspected your body. “He did that to you?” He looked at you with disbelief.

You still had your eyes closed. You barely nodded your head. “Other things as well,” you added quietly as cold shiver ran along your spine.

“You are safe now.” He said quietly.

It took many hours to treate all of your wonds but both man made sure they did eveyfhing that was possible. Finally, James moved you to your room so you could get your rest. He spent whole night guarding your sleepilng form. You looked so calm and innocent, he felt sorry for this all. Thinking about all of this, he had to stop laying to himself. He was in love with  you and it was the most odd but warm feeling ever.

Fee days have passed. You rested properly, you wounds were healing slowly as well.

James was always somewhere around, it made you question his real intentions but you had to admit you liked his attention.

You never knew him from that side, a charming man, classy, highly protective.

Speaking of the devil himself, in that moment James entered your room. He was holding box with fresh bandages. “Time to cheek your wounds.” He said softly, looking at you. “May I?”

You looked at him, nodding. You sat up and slowly slipped stripes of your nightgown down your shoulders. You covered your front with sheets. “I can do it by myself.”

“Let me. I own you that.” He muttered sitting on bed, next to you. His hands moved slowly to take off old bandages and to put on fresh ones. “How do you feel?

"Much better. It hurts less, so I think it’s a good sign, isn’t it?,” you smiled sadly.

Surprisingly he smiled back at you. “It is, your body is healing what is a very good sign.” He nodded. “Listen, Y/N. I want to say sorry.”

“You, Mr Delaney? You wanna tell me you feel sorry for what happened to me? Stop kidding,” you summed up, shaking head slightly.

“First, it’s James. Not Mr. Delaney. Understand?” He looked at you. “Second. I really am sorry for this. I had no idea such thing will happen to you. I really didn’t mean to put you on any risk.”

A soft hum left your mouth. “I know all this. I know,” you whispered, “Yet you sent me there. What was in that documents?”

“They had to humiliate him, to make sure he will back off.” He sighed and placed hand on your back.  "Y/N. You may not believe me. I know, I am a bad man in your eyes. I indeed am a bad man but I would never put you on danger purposely. You are too… precious for me.“

"Did I hear you out correctly? Am I too precious?,” you turned your head with interest in your glance to him.

“Yes. Everything is fine with your ears, at last it was when I previously checked.” James gently placed hand on your cheek and pressed kiss to your lips. He looked at you. “Hope you will understand it now.”

Your eyes were glowing with sparkles of happiness. It was truly shocking that James Delaney himself was so open and emotional towards anyone else than his sister. You breathed deeply but second later your gently turned around and pressed your soft, warm lips to his rough ones.

James muttered softly but kiss back. He sighed deeply when looked at your face. “I was scared when I saw you there. I was scared we won’t be able to help you. I thought I lost you.”

“But you didn’t,” you put stripes of your nightgown back on, smiling at him gently. “I’m tough enough to survive.”

He took your arm and pressed where he knew it will hurt. “Now, you are tough huh?” James shook his head and kissed side of your head.  "Rest, I will bring you something to eat later.“

"No, no, don’t go…,” you instinctively grabbed his forearm. “I don’t wanna sit alone.”

He looked at you suprised. “After all of this? You want me to stay.” James asked and sat on the bed next to you. “Well, I won’t argue with you about this.”

You simply laid your head on his lap. “It feels safe with you,” you stated.

He smiled softly and moved hand trough your hair. “I am glad to hear it.”

It took few weeks to heal your body in most of your injurys. James was happy to see you walking around the house again.

One night was awful. You dreamt about that guy you had to infiltrate. He was chasing you, a knife in his hand. He caught you, he stabbed your forearms, chest. You slowly slipped down on your knees, feeling how void was filling your mind… You woke up, covered in cold sweat. Instinctively, you got up and went to James’ bedroom.

James was already asleep, he worked hard whole day to make sure some stuff were done properly. He was tangled in his own sheets with his face buried in the pillow.

You quietly slipped into his room, closing doors behind you. You simply walked to his bed and sat at the edge, nudging his elbow. “James… James…”

Suddenly he sat up and grabbed your arm tightly, pulling you to him. It was a simple self-defense move for him. He blinked, suprised. “Y/N… Sorry. What’s wrong?” James asked, sleep was present in his voice

You trembled and bursted into tears, simply trying to hide your head under his arm. “Nightmare…”

His kissed your head and hugged you tightly. “It’s okay now.” He whispered, wrapping you tightly in the quilt, James kissed your cheek gently.

You nuzzled to him, sighing with a deep relief.

James put head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

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Saesang Idol. Teaser 1.

Summary:- Everyone in the K-pop community has heard of the term 'Saesang' or 'Saesang fan' which means a crazy fan. No one has ever heard of a Saesang fan who is an idol. In other words, an idol became a Saesang fan of another idol and the 'Idol Saesang fan' are none other than the well-known idol group; BTS. With the biggest fandom, it's hard to for Y/N to tell anyone and it's even harder cause she is a struggling rookie that comes from a company that is not well known.

Disclaimer:- This fanfiction contains Yandere themes that some people might find triggering, so if you get triggered by this type of themes please don't read this fan fiction.

Genre:- Yandere au, idol au.

Pairing:- OT7 x reader.

Warning:- None as for right now since it's a teaser.

Jimin sighed as Bang PD-nim explained the new variety show they were going in, it was a fake dating show just like 'We got married' but instead of getting in a fake marrage they have to act as if they were dating. It was a bunch of bullshit if idols date in real life, everyone disapproves of it as if they have done a sinful thing.

"It will profit the company, they are so desperate to have you guy in that show that they are willing to pay as much as possible. It a win-win situation as you guy can get half of the profit we are going to make from this show." Bang PD-nim explained.

"Okay, but how is this show going to work?" Namjoon asked, tilting his head as he let his body slough against the leather chair.

"Firstly, there will be 14 idols in this show, 7 male and 7 female. The male idols are going to be you guy and the 7 female idols will be randomly determined and they have to give an interview and you will have to choose a colour which would have a number written inside of it, it will determine who you are going to be paired with." The boys shared a look, this show was quite interesting, to be honest. They can already sense that this show is going to be successful.

"So, when are we going to start with this show?" Jimin questioned.