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People breathed in the chilling air as you grew closer. As they heard the clanging and ricketing of your carriage, Fear filled their lungs as the small ice crystals that followed you everywhere also stabbed in their breaths. Your entire family had a… cold hearted reputation.

After you stepped from the carriage, the clacking of your boots on the stone caused people to scurry off like rats. You walked to a bar and walked in, the room falling quiet. 

You watched them whisper through your snow covered eyelashes. You softly smiled, “Good evening everyone, are we all well?”

A few people responded, you grinned as you walked to the bar and sat at one of the stools, “May I please have a warmed ale with tad lemon?” You asked the bartender politely.

“Of course, Lady Eismantel. Of course.” 

You pulled a few coins from your pocket, “Thank you so much.” You sat them and scooted them to exchange for the warm drink. “It’s a rather chilly night, even for my taste.” 

The bartender lightly laughed, “It must be freezing then.” 

You nodded as you drank the ale, “Do you know how much longer I have til the edge of the fold? I am supposed to be there this time tomorrow.”

“I’d say about five hours in horse back. That’s the only way we travel, miss.”

You nodded, “I see. Well, I am traveling by carriage so I will say about seven, accounting for potential problems.” 

You finished the ale, sitting the mug down. “That was lovely. I will be leaving now.” You stood, white cloak falling behind you. 

As you left the bar, you began thinking about how you’d been invited to observe a new form of Fold travel. As a Lady of the Eismantel family, you were extremely interested in it as your family grew to respect and prestige by trading and trading over the Fold was an important thing to watch and hopefully adopt. You also were heavily interested in a special someone who was also going to be there: General Kirigan.

You watch from your carriage as the land goes by, a comfortable small smile falling on to your face as you thought about him. Most soon to be wives thought of their soon to be husbands like this or as you were told. 

Of course, you’ll only be married if this is any form of success but you were so adamant in your belief that it would that you had already started making the traditional schal der liebe that women in your family had made for their lovers for centuries. 

It was a long scarf of delicate material and protective symbols were hand embroidered with threads that had the wife’s hair woven in. It was said to protect the wearer from disease and misery. You knew that he’d love it as you had discussed it with him from when your betrothal had been announced three years ago. 

You were rather irritated at first like any normal person would be but in those years, he’d grown to be very special to you. You smiled widely as you pulled the navy blue thread through the shimmering grey fabric, thinking of him wearing it. 

By the time you had arrived at the camp where he was going to be, your hands had been pricked by the needle and your fingers were sore from all the layers of embroidery you’d done. You swore to make it the most luxurious one in your family history. You gently put it into a lockable box in your carriage before waiting for the door to open. 

As you stepped out, you looked around the camp, noticing people staring at you. You carefully took off your heavy carriage cloak as to not drag it through the mud that covered the ground. Then you heard it, his voice.

“It’s wonderful to see you.” It floated in the air.  You turned to face him. Eyes immediately locking.

“It’s wonderful to see you as well.” he raised his arm for you to loop yours into. You smiled as you did so. 

“Was your trip safe? Any trouble?”

“No, it was rather comfortable and easy. I enjoyed it. It’s nice to see the country side ever so often, good for the soul.”

He looked at you, “I am sure you’ll want to settle in and maybe change, then I will walk you through a tour of the camp and show you what you’ve undoubtedly came to see.”

A soft smile remained on your face, “Well I already saw what I personally came for but I do have other business. Is it really going to increase the safety of fold travel?”

“That’s the goal. We’ve designed it by send other single ships in and pulling them back out, looking at what seems to withstand the storms and encounters within the fold.” 

You and him talked back and forth about it until he brought you to a tent set up to the left of his.

“This is where you’ll be staying, I will ask that your things be brought to you.”

“Thank you,” you said, releasing yourself from his arm and walking to the folded open door, “I will be seeing you.” You swished your hand, making a few snowflakes appear from your finger tips and float around him. He smiled at you before turning and walking away. 

Kirigan walked as the snowflakes slowly melted behind him. His smile dropped as to not cause suspicion as he walked to study the map of the other side and discuss the best place to enter the fold.

He needed this to work for so many reasons. One of the ones high on the list being you.

Paring : Massimo x Reader

Word Count : 3,999

Prompts : 5 + 8 “There Is No Us, There Never Was” & “Shut Up” (Prompts In Bold)

Warnings : Other Than My Terrible Writing, Swearing , Attempt At Angst, Mentions of Cheating, Massimo Being A Dick

A/n : This Is A Request From @shusrealm , I’m Still Trying To Learn And Tap Into Massimos Character Which Is Why It Has Taken Me A Minute To Start Posting But I Hope You Like It . 💜

A/n 2: Translations Are From Google So Sorry For Anything That Is Incorrect And Little Flashbacks Are In Bold

Lyrics In The Story Are From The Song Time : From The Show Star

pairing: jeon jungkook + stylist! reader

word count: 2.8 k

genre: fluff, angst + idol! au, friends to lovers! au

parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

listen to this playlist while reading!

best of friends. that’s what you and jungkook were. as their stylist for several years now, you and jungkook got along like no other and over time developed a friendship that was special to the two of you. but what happens when an IU collaboration deal, a jealous childhood-best friend and secret feelings get intertwined with the simple life you thought you were living?

“So, what has you waiting?”

Jungkook turned around to face you as you stood by his studio door, your back leaning against the frame as you nodded your head towards the card in his right hand and his phone in the other.

“You’ve been staring at that for quite a while you know?” 

Lowering his head, Jungkook let out a soft chuckle before setting both the card and his phone on the desk in front of him. 

“I don’t know, I—I feel scared for some reason. Anxious. Nervous.” Jungkook replied, a tight smile on his face as he shook his head, “I’m just afraid I’m going to end up disappointing her.” 

Raising your brow, you gave him an incredulous look, “Since when did the Jungkook I know back away from a challenge?” 

Taking a seat next to him, you continued, “I know you’re scared Jungkook, but haven’t you been dreaming of this day, for the opportunity to sing with IU? And of all the people she could’ve asked, she asked you. That has to mean something, right?”  

“I guess you’re right.”

“Hey, I’m always right,” you joked as you sat back in your chair, giving him a wink as he let out a laugh, crinkles appearing around the corner of his eyes as he beamed at you. 

A couple of seconds passed, before you whispered again, “So, you’ll do it?” 

Rolling his lips between his teeth, you could see it in the way his eyes wandered slowly to the card on his desk as he contemplated the decision yet once again. Leaning forward, you took the card yourself before grabbing Jungkook’s hand. Placing the card in the palm of his hand, you glanced up at him to meet his soft gaze before giving him a look that he understood as he nodded back with a small smile in return. 

Grabbing the door on your way out, as you closed it you could hear the faint voice of Jungkook going, “Hello, This is BTS’s Jeon Jungkook…” Sighing softly to yourself, you plastered a smile onto your face, telling yourself that the bad feeling that reappeared in your stomach is one that you’re gonna have to deal with later. 

You were sitting at your desk, twirling the pen in your hand as a yawn escaped your mouth for the nth time that night. Simply put, you were exhausted. As tiring as comeback season was for the boys, you couldn’t help but admit it took a toll on the stylists as well. Especially you. 

Staring at the video in front of you and the notes on your desk, you decided to call it a night and to just finish your assignment tomorrow. After all, it wasn’t due for a week, and you were sure you’d get it done eventually. Setting a pen inside, marking where you left off in your book, you closed it when you heard someone behind you go, “Online classes?”

SYNOPSIS: You’re a member of the rising group FRNZEE. You’ve been dating Namjoon for years when Dispatch releases an article exposing your relationship. Your company confirms the relationship. Big Hit denies it.

PARTS: ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR |

PAIRING: Namjoon x You

GENRE: Romance, Angst

WARNINGS: Language, brief mentions of sexual situations

WORD COUNT: 3363

AUTHORS NOTE: I’m not sure how many parts this will have - I’m just going to write until I’m satisfied and break them up in chunks. Please show it some love if you like it and want more! And yes, this is inspired by the very real “scandal” between iKON’s Yunheyong and Momoland’s Daisy. 

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“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you,” a deep voice butchers the celebratory song as its owner ducks down to slide his body into the car. Despite the spacious backseat, he’s scooting his body so that he’s pressed up against yours. You can’t help but giggle, playfully covering your ears. Namjoon chuckles. “Alright, I get it. I should stick to rapping.”

“No way. Jungkook who? You are the real main vocal of BTS,” you tease, leaning in with puckered lips.

He laughs loudly, meeting you halfway and giving you the softest, sweetest kiss. The satisfied grin on his face when he pulls away has you melting to the seat. “Hello. Happy Birthday, Sweets. How was your day?”

“It’s not my birthday yet, you goof.”

“I know, but I feel bad that I can’t see you on the actual day so I’m going to be extra obnoxious about it tonight, okay?” he offers and you accept with a grin. On the other side of the partition, the car revs to life and begins to move. Namjoon entwines his fingers with yours, toying mindlessly at your various rings. “Did you finish recording the new song?”

You are irreplaceable in his life and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it’s time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second, there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable so you take matters into your own hands and walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

It’s safe to say that he hates not having your presence near him and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him,

So, why did you leave him?

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance | Drama | Action : Gang AU

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION

STATUS : Ongoing

CHAPTER INDEX :

i. One

ii. Two

iii. Three

iv. Four

v. Five   TBA

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Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.  

Around 4k.

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Warnings: death mention, depression mention, near-death experience mention, strong language, panic attack and anxiety, medical admission for suicidal thoughts mention.

NOTE: So. This took me longer than expected but I thought it would be less long (around 2k) well jokes on me, it’s a full 4k lol. Hello beautiful people, welcome to the chapter 8 of Time Heals, already! I’m sooo happy to update it, a bit later than I usually update (it’s 1 am right now for me lol, I upload this and get to sleep haha). Next part should be both social media and written, so maybe/probably out this weekend! It’s a bit history charged and I’m starting dropping clues for every character. I can’t say much more, but it will soon click all together, I promise! It’s a softer chapter on the tone, for some reason, Jungkook just soothes my narration lmao. (Y/N) and Raya still hate him, and I do too, but he’s still softening the edge, just like his character is supposed to. I really hope you’ll like it! Please, feedback is warmly welcomed, it helps me find motivation to write. I always reply (or almost always? ksjdls)

Take care, love you lots!

Dolly.

part 7 - here - part 9

NOTE: I have lost access to my old account @joheun-saram​, and all new updates will be to this new series masterlist.

Summary- One a world renowned idol, the other an up and coming company’s CEO. Torn between work, fans, and their own self doubt, can they make a relationship work?

Alternatively, as a CEO of an up and coming company, you never expected to meet the man of your dreams at a gala you hosted, but seems like fate had other plans.

word count- 88.2k and going

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- idolau, series, strangers2lovers, fluff, angst, smut

a.n- my first series, my baby. its not regularly updated but if you want to read my attempt at deconstructing a relationship and at making a boss ass bitch Y/N, read on! Got questions about the series, or want to be on the taglist? Send me an ask! 💕

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Chapter Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they can also reflect Yoongi's thoughts or it just fits with the moment. UNEDITED!

Chapter Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 4.8k including lyrics.

A/N: Again, thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series. Grab your tissues... maybe? Also, I let this just flow on it's own... so, confuse hajima? lol Enjoy! Oh btw, it was my first day of work last Friday, so the writing is gonna be a bit slow😅 Sorry, but I'll try my best💜 Next update might be for The Companion, I haven't updated it in almost 3 weeks me finks. Imma stop talking, enjoooyyyy!

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

If you want to be added to the taglist of this series, please ask here. or If you want to be part of the permanent taglist and get notified every time I post a new story. And if you want to read more, check out my Park Jimin story!

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Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series:

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Present - 2021

"Namjoon-ah,"

"Yes, hyung?"

"Would you bail me out of jail?"

Darkling x royalwife!reader

Summary: Reader tends to leave after Aleksander grows distant but it gets angsty lol idk how I explain this 😭

Warning: ANGST

Word count: 2k

Aleksandar and y/n had been married for about two years now. Y/n was human and she was raised to a lady like a proper respected house, a known family name. She always knew she was going to be married off like her mother did from one noble house to another just like her mother before her and on and on. What she didn’t knew was it would be a political marriage and she would be married into the grisha’s general to be precise.

Their marriage didn’t turn out to be an exact contactless political marriage. Both of them found each other congenial in no time. It was in a long time Aleksandar felt that way for anyone but it was true. He didn’t knew himself how much he began to cherish being around her. They became inseparable and Y/n had found her everything in her husband likewise for him. They learned and laughed and lived and loved. It was shocking how with everything there is to accomplish one person’s well being is all you care for Alecksandar would think in silence admiring her wife’s beauty, not just beauty the connection he grew with her was more than romantic feelings. He would feel whole around her something he wasn’t familiar with.

Everything seemed to be great…for a while. The “sun summoner” was enrolled, taken moreover to little palace and everything changed. Y/n got along with Alina at start but thing started become more and more obscure and heavy with Aleksandar. At first it was a few lesser glances with her husband but then he seemed to have disappeared from her life staying in the same palace. He wouldn’t sleep in their shared chambers, barely even met her let alone conversing, everyday started to feel like being on the battleground against a whole army. Y/n was raised to become a “lady” she wasn’t going to confront Aleksandar. That was all she hoped to do now that the past few months everything felt like crumbling to pieces. Everything went to hell with a blink of an eye and y/n didn’t even realise how?

Everything she used to find comfort in felt exhausting, knowing she was doing the things she enjoys to fill the void and the constant pressure to do so would just result in failure of that happening.

It didn’t get any better even with fortnights passing. Aleksander was the same with everyone else as he had been before but just her. Only her he’d ignore like an unnoticeable nuisance of some sort each time y/n would try to get close with him the way they used to be. Y/n didn’t have anything against Alina, not even once. But it just gave her this colossal pain in her heart watching her husband laugh the way he used to with her, how they’d both go on rides and stay up late. It was all coming back in heart shattering memories because he wasn’t doing all that with her anymore.

Y/n got along with Alina with no other intention but of making a friend. Both of them seemed to be in a position of needing one but Aleksandar refrained her from talking to Alina. He explained that Alina should rather prefer “grisha” company if she was to settle amongst them. Each day there would be a new low. How much till one breaks? Y/n sure was close. Aleksander “asked” her to not join the dinners because he had pressing war discussions going on with everyone-everyone as in everyone who’s a grisha. Another stab into the heart.

That’s when y/n seemed to have reached the bottom. She didn’t knew why he was behaving like this firstly.

Frustrated of everything y/n wrote a letter back home not being distinct of details she simply stated in the letter to her family about how she wants to return. Concerned for the only daughter of their noble house her family sent back men to Little palace from their army to get her back. Things took an ugly turn after that. The troop of human army her family sent had to conspire go get into the little palace since they weren’t grishas. However they were caught and it didn’t turn out as great for either of them. Y/n was unaware of anyone even coming for her in the first place. What Aleksander was reported about was that a few men invaded little place to which he had them sentenced to death considering he had a sun summoner on his hands, he couldn’t be foolish enough to spare them. If he had known the Royal troop was sent from his in-laws his decision would’ve differed—but he didn’t.

Finding out what had happened y/n was shattered. She couldn’t believe she lured men from her own army, men she would’ve known into slaughter. She felt huge grief, regret, rage, shock but most of all fear. She feared what Aleksander was going to do with her now. He wasn’t the same Aleksander now anyways and she feared what he might do out of anger, to her.

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Aleksander stormed into their room with loud footsteps y/n heard even before he entered. It made her stomach twist with the uneasy feeling of knowing what was coming wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Aleksander slammed the door open entering, he looked at her weary face and Y/e/c eyes staring back him in fear most likely. He calmed himself avoiding any outbursts from his side and began with a flat voice “Did you know?”

“I did.” Y/n said in even softer voice not looking back at him. She knew lying wouldn’t help partially aware not to provoke him.

“Did you plan on letting me know you were inviting armies to invade little palace?” he asked her sharply.

“I didn’t intend to have them invade little pal—“

“You called them to have a play date then?” He remarked jumping down her throat.

Y/n stood silent unable to response, unable to think of a response.

“We have far more pressing matters going on, with miss starkov-the war and now is when you pick to play a little charade?” He said gritting his teeth.

“I wasn’t-it’s—they’re not alive anymore thanks to you then how does it matter?” Y/n responded fiercely, knowing it took everything in her to talk back to him.

“How does it matter?” Aleksander stepped forward and confined with a high pitched voice “Someone else could've gotten killed, gotten hurt!”

“Nobody else hurt-killed? Nobody but the men from the human army. Men who were just following orders” y/n said putting emphasis on human refereeing to everything Aleksander suggested her to be attained from because of. “Tell me did you even bother to know their names before you butchered them?”

“Carful there, none of it would’ve happened if you informed me about it.” He replied with a smug tone.

“They were just coming to take me back home not to start a battle!” She said as a single ball of tear started to form in her eyes.

“Take you home? What for?” That came to Aleksander as a surprise he wasn’t aware at the slightest the reason the army came called upon by y/n and why?

“Because I want to—I wrote to *insert your castle/palace name* informing that I want to.”

“-Why?”

“I don’t want to stay here. That’s why”

“Is this about your complains with Alina again? I have the country at war, the sun summoner and the shadow fold and you want to go home at an inconvenience?!” He said raising he voice which made y/n flinch.

“It’s not an inconvenience-I don’t want to stay around here anymore just how you don’t want to stay around me.” This time tears were brimming down her eyes but y/n showed no sign of acknowledging that.

“What are you talking about?” Aleksander asked raising a brow.

“Oh don’t you know? How you don’t sleep in our chambers anymore—how I’m not allowed to talk to Alina or join dinner at the hall. F-for months now!” she said brushing off the tears from her cheeks with new ones flowing without her knowing.

“We’ve been married for two years and you want to go back running back home for that?” Aleksander shot back slyly.

“It’s not just that—you would know how it feels if you were in my place!”

“—I would very much so choose to react maturely.”

“You abandoned me! Y-you’re the general the entire day you forgot to be Aleksander!” Y/n spat strolling towards him unafraid to reply with him on any and the quality of words she chose.

“I never abandoned you—I chose to prioritise a better future for the both of us and you couldn’t make a different of it!” He yelled banging his fist to the side on the table loosing the patience he had.

“For us?!” Y/n chuckled ironically and continued with glossy eyes with more tears that were forming “I—I never wanted this marriage-but I was a damned fool to have started to want it, want you-and I loved you but yo—“

“It doesn’t look like you do-not right now it isn’t let alone if you ever did.” He scoffed undermining what she’d say helplessly in between sobs.

“I have loved you!” Unknown of how to be heard she gave his chest a push from her hands though he stood unmoved,”You don’t get to say that—I have loved you. I can’t keep trying and trying anymore knowing you never loved me and you never would-you’re not capable of that. You’re not capable to love anyone but yourself!”

Aleksander felt felt something shift in him with what y/n said, he grabbed her by her biceps tightly pushing her against the nearest wall breathing sharply against her skin. He tightened his grip by his fingers making her wince “You’re hurting me-“ she said softly not looking up at him but constantly trying to get away from his hold.

He titled her chin forcing he to face him and began. “You are the one who doesn’t get to say that-I have loved you since the day I laid my eyes on you and I tend to do till my last! My only weakness that has ever been is loosing you and I will not have it done by my own hands. You can cry and hate me, be petty for a few days but you’re not going away from my sight little dove.” Y/n pushed him away proceeding to stand away from him and looked at him in disbelief shaking her head.

“No—I want to go home.” She said firmly wiping her tears again.

“You can’t and you won’t.” Aleksander scowled back.

“But I do not wish to—“

“I’ve had about enough of this y/n you’re not leaving little palace and so aren’t your letters.” Aleksander said stiffly walking out of the door not waiting to hear her response.

Y/n stood there again crying in the huge chamber alone yet again, unsure to make sense of one more thing she was restricted of.

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Might (so badly want to) do a part 2 if this doesn’t flop 😩

An: AAAAAAAAAA I missed writing angst please let me know what you think :)

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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 1

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Words: ~2200 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to any kind of emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*. 

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 1

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Words: ~2200 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to any kind of emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*. 

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 1

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Words: ~2200 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to any kind of emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*. 

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

reposting this chapter because the original post got marked as explicit. This version’s unedited, so I apologize but I’ve lost the edited version (bc I’m a fool). ANYWAY here ya go.

Summary: In his attempt to get to know his wife, the Darkling realizes he might be getting too close.

Warnings: angst, swearing, sexual innuendoes, slightest bit of fluff

Part one // Part two // Part three   

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Y/N couldn’t sleep that night. Not only did she agonize over the slightest possibility of his words being true, but the lingering of his lips on hers even hours after they’ve left tormented her mind. Instead of sleeping, she sat outside in the darkness with nothing but stars to keep her company. She shuddered with the cold wind as it chilled her, even the kefta didn’t protect her as well as she thought it would.

Sighing, she smiled up at the night sky, watching the stars in their celestial dance. It’s undeniable, she’s envious of them – their freedom is undisputed, their beauty unmatched by anything earthly. No one can force a star to marriage, no one can dull its brightness.

“Are you alright?” Genya spoke up, startling Y/N into a loud gasp.

Turning around, Y/N giggles in slight panic, a hand resting on her chest. “You scared me!”

“I didn’t mean to”, she chuckles too, coming closer to Y/N who let out a relieved sigh, only to look up once again.

“I couldn’t sleep”, she explains, “So I came here to watch the stars.”

“Most people are afraid of the dark”, Genya raised an eyebrow as she fixed her gaze on Y/N instead. She studied her carefully, unsure if she should invest all her hopes and dreams in her – no matter how striking she is.

“Oh, I’m scared of the dark!” Y/N exclaims, pointing up at the sky, “But the night sky is littered with lanterns, meant to guide you home. My mom always told me to look up whenever I feel lost, because the stars will help me find answers to any worry.”

Prompt: “Do you even care anymore?” with Klaus

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Words: 955

A/N: To be honest I only watched the first season of ‘The Originals’ - Klaus my fave, but i’m kinda basing this around only my knowledge from the first season and a little bit of the second season xxx

A/N/N: Okay so this request just said Klaus, and as I was about to type in the tags…The only Klaus I saw was Klaus Hargreeves… so I’mma do 2… 

[Klaus Mikaelson] [Klaus Hargreeves]

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