ryomen "my girlfriend beats me" sukuna. aka, the time where sukuna thought it would be funny to announce to onlookers that his girlfriend beats him.
it some random saturday where your friend group decided to go bowling. after you all had gotten tired of gojo's whines since he was losing to geto, you all decided to head out. on your way out though, gojo pointed out the arcade room and bought game cards for everyone before anyone could complain.
among the rigged games, there was a boxing machine where a small punching bag would dangle. someone would then step up and hit the bag as hard as possible, allowing the machine to "measure" the strength of the hit. the current high-score was 920. it was actually sukuna that dragged you over to the machine and told you to give it a shot. he swiped the game card he purchased earlier and leaned on the side of the machine as it let the punching bag dangle, awaiting your hit.
"go on, baby. give it your best shot," sukuna says, the smug look on his face making you want to hit him rather than the machine.
as if he read your mind, gojo pipes up and says, "yeah just pretend the bag is his face, yn!"
you roll your eyes and have half a mind to just give it a half hearted punch just to get it over with. until you get another look at the smirk on sukuna's face. the asshole just wanted you to go first so he could go after and show off. you found that your boyfriend likes to take any opportunity to show his strength. whether it's tightening jars so you would have to ask for his help or doing stupid arm wrestling at the parties when he's had a few too many drinks. just the thought of the ego boost this would give him made your eye twitch.
so you take a stance you remember sukuna showing you when he insisted you learn self-defense. you raise your arm and pivot your body as a practice punch that didn't hit the bag just yet. using that momentum, you land a hook powerful enough to shake the machine as the numbers on the screen shot up before stopping at 999, the max.
choso and shoko clap in praise from behind you as gojo and toji let out a couple hollers and whistles. the commotion from the impact of your punch caused a couple people to look over and upon seeing the number on the screen, a couple of them clapped a little too.
you look over to sukuna with a smirk, expecting to find nothing but shock only to get irritated when he looked prouder than before. you watched in real time as the idea formed in his head before he cupped one hand around his mouth as his other hand points at you.
"she's my girlfriend!" sukuna calls out, loud as fuck. "she beats the shit outta me!"
as if the commotion from your friends' cheers weren't enough, of course sukuna decides to be an attention seeker. his comment earns some laughs and toji even adds on, "don't worry, he's exactly where he wants to be."
sukuna saunters over to you before pulling you into his chest by your waist. "damn right i am," he tells you with a grin.
you land a soft jab into his side in protest, "if someone calls the cops on me for domestic abuse, i swear ryomen."
tags + the rundown: gn!reader, bau!reader, fluff, spencer knows you better than you know yourself ofc, cute banter, who doesn't want him, yktv
a/n: impromptu hiatus and working on better fics but needed to get this one out the drafts! inbox is open, i think ur cool, come say hi. feedback welcome as always. enjoy!
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You’re underdressed.
It didn’t begin that way; you’d packed your usual suit coat, dark and tailored. But the lack of lining, combined with the obnoxiously long walk back to the police station, and the chill in the air has your shoulders hitching every time the wind cuts through the street.
The flexing of your fingers, like you can will the warmth back into them, proves to be anything but subtle as Spencer falls back into step beside you.
“You know, hypothermia can set in faster than most people think. Especially in dry cold weather—your body loses heat faster.”
You refuse to look at him. “Are you flirting with me or diagnosing me, Spencer?”
He blinks. “I’m—neither. I’m just saying you should have brought something warmer.”
“And deprive everyone of your lecture on thermoregulation? Tragic.”
There’s a beat then and, well, you know you aren’t being nice. Spencer had actually told you to pack something warmer before you left, and it was your own fault for not listening. So, you say quieter:
“You do this thing where you state the obvious like it’s groundbreaking. It’s kind of endearing.”
He opens his mouth, then closes it, looking straight ahead. “It’s not obvious to everyone.”
Behind you, Morgan lets out a low chuckle. “Kid’s got a point, Reid.”
Spencer huffs, rolls his eyes and picks up his pace again, a few steps ahead of you.
“Whatever! I’m just trying to be helpful.”
“Nothing about that was helpful,” Emily laughs, then nudges your shoulder. “You really didn’t pack anything warmer?”
“We were only supposed to be here a couple days,” you defend pathetically.
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By the next day, it’s worse. The case has stalled in that familiar, frustrating way: nothing urgent to panic over, nothing solid enough to move forward. The motel’s heating unit rattles like it’s thinking about working. You’ve taken to sitting at the warped wooden desk with your hands trapped under your thighs, shifting weight between them while you review files.
It isn’t working.
Spencer nudges the door back open from when he’d left to grab more paperwork. You try to ignore the way his eyes move quickly over your posture, which you know is too stiff on the edge of the desk chair.
“You’re doing it again,” he murmurs, closing the door behind him.
“If this is about the fact that I’m not wearing three layers and a parka, I think we’ve exhausted that conversation.”
“We haven’t. You just stopped engaging in it.”
“Because you were wrong.”
He pauses, deciding whether to argue with you.
“You’re cold, and sitting on your hands like that isn’t going to help,” he settles on instead, mild but firm.
You tuck your bottom lip under your teeth as he makes his way to sit at the edge of the motel bed, his knees hovering in the same space as yours. If you shifted forward an inch they’d be touching and, well, there’s a thought.
“I told you to pack something warmer,” he says softly after a moment. You close the inch then, abruptly knocking your knee into his in defiance, then pulling back.
“You… suggested it.”
Spencer chuckles, unimpressed, nudges your knee back and leaves it against yours with something close to tenderness. “I was very specific.”
“You’re always specific, Spencer,” you deadpan.
“Leaves less room for interpretation. Maybe next time you won’t ignore me.”
You huff now; he’s being difficult on purpose. “I was exercising my autonomy.”
His mouth twitches. Not quite a smile but the fondness is there.
You expect him to keep going—another statistic or something equally annoying and reasonable—but he doesn’t. Instead, he sets something on the slight divot where your knees are connected.
You stare at it, then you stare at him.
“You have to be kidding me.”
“I brought an extra,” he says, eyebrows raised at you, “in case you didn’t.”
You let out a short laugh, empty of humor. “You packed for me.”
“I—no! I planned for a variable.”
“That variable being my stubbornness?”
“That’s a constant,” he smirks, eyes glinting and narrow. You have half a mind to hit him, but it would require moving your (now very sore) hands from beneath you. “You not listening to me is the variable.”
You move your hands then, crossing your arms and holding his gaze.
“So, what, you’ve just been carrying this around and watching me suffer until I admit defeat?”
He considers you, the smirk turning gentle.
“I’d argue that helping you get over yourself is more along the lines of encouraging self-growth.”
You shake your head, though there’s no real bite to it. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re cold.” There’s no edge to his tone, just fact. You couldn’t bring yourself to argue with it even if you wanted. “Here.”
He leans forward, coaxes your arms from each other with one hand and uses the other to unfurl the cardigan. You use the last of your resolve to go easy, slotting your knees between his to give the semblance of space, like you have no choice but to lean into him, too.
He’s patient as he slips the sleeves on you one arm at a time, fingertips leaving a trail of heat on your shoulders, your forearms, your wrists, that takes a moment to penetrate your skin because, well, it’s damn cold.
He settles the fabric around your back and over your torso, his eyes tracing his own movements, and you don’t even notice you’ve been holding your breath until his fingers skim your ribs and you instinctively hitch them inward.
He notices, you’re sure he does, but instead of saying something he stills his hands for a beat; gives you room to back out even though you both know you won’t.
So, he reaches for the buttons instead, starts at the bottom and works his way up carefully, like the thread, or your body underneath it, is at risk of coming undone. He’s probably moving slower than he needs to, and by the time he’s done, hands returned to his own lap, that trail of heat is still lingering on you.
You could thank him, you know. But you hate when Spencer is right.
“I hate when you’re right,” you mumble, staring at him and clearing your throat. Bringing you back to yourself.
“I know.”
“Don’t make this weird.”
“I’m not going to make it weird,” he defends, laughing at your incredulity.
“And don’t be smug about it.”
“I—,” he regards you with soft eyes. “I might be a little smug about it.”
You laugh now, genuine and full. “You’re insufferable, Spencer Reid.”
“And you’re warm.” You glance down at your hands, half-hidden by oversized sleeves.
“Spencer…” you start, but don’t finish.
He hums in curiosity, and you swear you feel the vibration of it pass through you where your knees are still touching.
“I don’t ignore you,” you murmur. He hums again, low and warm and agreeable.
The silence is comfortable now, simmering down as the pressure between your knees becomes impossibly soft. You move to make a joke, but before you can—
“Keep it,” he says.
You look up at him, a teasing smile tugging at your mouth.
“For the case,” he adds quickly. “You can just—I brought it for you anyway, so just—keep it.”
It doesn’t land as casually as he wants it to, but neither of you have to mention that.
cw. making out, first “I love you”s, just fluff basically
“Oh god, I love you,” you murmur breathlessly against Suguru’s lips before leaning back in for another kiss. He chuckles into the kiss, which makes you pull away slowly.
“I didn’t—“ you begin as you meet his eyes, the glimmer reflected in them makes you stop. You feel your cheeks burn warmer the longer you look into his eyes.
“Now don’t tell me you didn’t mean it,” he smiles softly, his eyes turning into those gentle crescents you love.
All the embarrassment you feel for having your first “I love you” slip out in the middle of a heated make out session leaves you immediately. “Of course I do,” you reassure, voice soft and certain.
You hold his gaze for a few more moments, enough to see the lightheartedness give way to something more passionate. “I love you, too,” he whispers.
Your eyes widen. “You do?”
“Of course I do,” he answers with a nod and a bright smile before leaning in for another kiss.
﹒⟡﹒Warnings: San is in the Mafia, anxiety, terrible communication, cursing, they don't really solve their issues (please talk things out irl), it gets suggestive at the end. (lmk if I missed anything)
﹒⟡﹒A/N: I'm going to a hell of a writer's block so I apologise if this isn't good <3
(requested)
Soft and calming moonlight seeping in from the barely closed curtain along with the calming rain hitting over the house was the complete opposite of what was running through your mind.
The television was the only sound as you were too consumed in your own thoughts, sitting by the window. Each passing minute echoed with unanswered questions, pure worry painting your features. Even the clock seemed to be mocking you, ticking away as you waited for your boyfriend’s arrival.
3:00 a.m. hit and there wasn’t any sign of San being even close to home, you wanted to go to sleep, forget about this, pretend you didn’t care, unfortunately, you couldn’t. You reached for your phone once again, its screen flashing your loving wallpaper of him and you, the happy memory washing away as there were no notifications or phone calls.
Your eyes began to grow heavy as another hour elapsed, however, the anxiety kept you awake. You were tired, mad, worried, confused, scared, furious. He was making you feel every single emotion without even being here. How could he have such a hold on you?
The sound of the lock being opened snapped you out of your catastrophic thoughts. San entered, taking off his shoes and locking the door behind him, not noticing you were still awake.
“What the fuck?” You said into the dark house, startling him.
“Woah, Y/N. You scared me” He softly said with a light chuckle.
“Me? I scared you?” You said in a stronger voice. Was he so incredibly clueless? “I’ve been worried sick about you. Why couldn’t you tell me you were arriving this late? Why couldn’t you return my calls? Why, San?”
He was shocked at your harsh tone, like a deer caught in headlights he stepped back slightly and sighed. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sorry.” He tried to lean in and kiss your forehead but you pushed him away.
“Don’t. Where were you?” You just wanted to know what the hell was your boyfriend doing at these ungodly hours, you could be happy to hear anything as long as it wasn’t that one thing.
“It’s complicated, okay? We’ll talk about this tomorrow, love” He carried out the same calm tone.
“No. We will talk about this right now. You can’t possibly expect me to act normal after you practically disappeared for the last 6 hours” You were enraged, his ambiguity only adding to the fire.
Okay, he was also getting mad now, your constant yelling stressing him out of his mind. “You don’t want to know, princess”
“I do want to know. Just tell me” You stepped closer, he was driving you closer to the edge and so were you.
“I said, you don’t want to know. That is a no. Final answer” He started walking towards your bedroom, being done for the night. “Fucking god! Would it kill you to tell me the truth for once?” You followed him into the dark room, stopping abruptly as you entered.
Now that he had removed his coat you saw his blood splashed shirt, then he started to remove his tie “San? What happened? Is that-”
“Blood. It’s blood, it isn’t mine” He stated. Oh, it was that one thing.
You were flabbergasted. Why had he gone behind your back to do the thing he promised not to do? On top of that, he thought you wouldn’t even notice. “See? It’s complicated.” He spat back now that you were finally quiet.
“Choi San, you better tell me why the fuck did you go on another mission.” You said in a cold tone, being way too mad that you were becoming numb.
“It would just put you in danger” He continued getting ready to go to sleep as you stood there with your crossed arms, waiting for your answer.
“I don’t care, San! I don’t care if it ‘puts me in danger’. That wasn’t my question.” Frustration continued pooling deeper inside of you.
“Calm down, okay?” He was annoyed at your extreme reaction.
“I won’t calm down until you tell me” You sat down on the bed, crossing your legs and looked at him waiting for your answer. You already knew he went back to Ateez, but you needed to hear him say it.
“I know I told you I wouldn’t, but they needed me” He had admitted what you had been longing for all night.
“Was it that hard?” You sighed out tiredly. “You’re not mad?” He asked in a confused tone. “Oh, I am but not because you went back to Ateez. I am because you didn’t fucking tell me”
“I’m sorry” He leaned in to kiss you, you wanted to pull back and continue yelling at him but your body betrayed you. You returned the kiss, a little more passionately that you would’ve liked.
He lowly chuckled at your sudden passion. “Oh? Someone’s no longer mad” His hands moved to rest to your hips. “You can’t just kiss me and assume I won’t like it. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” The kiss had blurred the lines between anger and desire.
Gently, he pushed you back into the bed, kissing you and whispering sweet ‘sorrys’ in between. “I’m still furious but you know that fucking shirt makes me weak and I never knew blood could look so good on someone”
Life as you know it depends on the ground beneath your feet.
No, really. The food you like, the fruits and vegetables and animals that make your favorite dishes. Unless you exclusively eat seaweed and fish and nothing else - you need earth. Rich earth, bursting with the forgotten life of organisms from before. Packed earth, strong and sturdy and nearly impenetrable to the wear of wheels on its surface.
Thank the first for earth.
I think everyone knows how important water is (70% of the human body, anyone?) and lightning (don’t you like wifi?) is. But it’s so easy to forget the earth.
This is a piece for the mythological au for the bnharem collab for august!
The other works can be read here
This is NSFW content, so if you’re a minor, please DNI.
Warnings: Sexual Content, Death, Google Searches, Mentions of Murder, Actual Murder but not graphic at all.
I hope you enjoy!
thanks to @katsukeen for cheering me on! thanks @kingexpl0sionmurder for listening to me ramble about this and writing with me in sprints, and also a thanks to @andypantsx3 for reading it and loving it (if you haven’t read any of these wonderful humans work then you are missing out, go do it now, after you read this.)
WC: 7.25K
“You have to remember, the time has almost come.” He grunted into your ear. You looked into his blood red eyes, sweat glistening down his face and neck as he thrusted into you, your bodies becoming one. You didn’t understand what he was talking about, but you nodded anyways, you could feel the dam inside you about to break, you were so close.
You jolted awake at the sound of your alarm blaring into your ear. You sighed. Another dream with the blonde, blood eyed man. You didn’t know his name, didn’t understand why he had been in your dreams for as long as you could remember, but you knew him. Your soul connected to him every time you met in your dreams, you never felt uncomfortable or in danger, always at peace and safe in his arms, you would assume that he was your soulmate, but you had been cursed with a black soulmark, meaning that you either didn’t have a soulmate or yours was dead.
In the world you lived in, people were born with soulmarks, usually they were red, and they could be a symbol identifying the soulmate or the soulmates’ name or initials. Yours was a black sword tattooed on your hip, and it has been there since the day you were born, nobody understood why it was a sword, all they knew was that black meant an unhappy ending for you, so for as long as you had known, people gave you pity for it, but you had grown accustomed to the fact that you didn’t have a soulmate in this world, and that was fine with you, until he appeared.
It started when you were sixteen. You fell asleep one night, and he appeared in your dreams. You remember the first time you saw him, vividly. He had blood on his chiseled chest, unruly blonde hair, and eyes the color of blood rubies. He was, for lack of a better word, the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. He had knew your name, and he took you into his arms the moment that he laid eyes on you, whispering to you that he had missed you so much, that it had been so long, but you were still the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on, in that dream, he had just held you, and you had never felt safer.
After that, you got visits from him in your dreams most nights, while on others you had dreams of yourself living in different eras of time, which you chalked up to your wish of not being in this pity-filled existence.
You rolled out of bed, groaning as you felt the slick between your legs, feeling the tension still built up from the dream that you were snatched from. You sighed when you realized you had to be at the hospital in less than an hour, which gave you little time to shower and eat, much less to relieve yourself, so you sighed and got out of bed, heading to take a cold shower to start your day.
You arrived at the hospital with a few seconds to spare, nursing scrubs on ready to start the day in the emergency room.
“Hi Y/N!” Your co-worker said as you passed her, you shot her a small smile and wave, as the first trauma of the day came rolling in, starting your shift.
“You have to remember.” You heard his voice. You spun around, but there was no one there. You shook it off and started back towards the treatment area that your patient was in.
“It’s almost time.” You heard again, glancing back there was still no one there.
“Y/N?” you heard your patient say as you walked into the room. You looked up, wondering how she knew your name when you hadn’t introduced yourself yet. You looked at her, an eldery lady with gray curly hair.
“Do I know you Mrs. -” you glanced down at her chart, “Veda Blanchard,” but before you could voice her name, a pain struck through your head as images of you and a curly blonde-headed woman surged through your mind.
“You can’t be her, she died over 50 years ago, but you’re the spitting image of her.” She smiled softly.
You smiled softly masking the pain that had surged through your head.
“That is my name, maybe she was my great grandmother or something?” You said to her softly, she shook her head.
“She wasn’t married, and she had no kids, barely had friends, but she was my best friend, and I loved her.” She said, with a far off look in her eyes, remembering times from the past.
“It must be a coincidence that we have the same name then.” you said softly to her. She nodded, but you could tell that she was not quite convinced, and neither were you.
The conversation ended there as the doctor walked in to see what was wrong with her, giving you orders on what tests to run and medicine to give.
You walked into the lounge shared by doctors and nurses for your lunch break, head still pounding from earlier. You kept getting little flashbacks of yourself with a blonde girl that you had never met, in an era where you could not have existed, but they felt like memories, and you, somehow, knew that it was you in the flashbacks.
“Veda.” you whispered to yourself, pain surging through your head again at the mere mention of her name.
“Veda. I’m not interested in any of these men. Please stop trying to set me up.” You said, exasperatedly.
She giggled at you. “Y/N. You don’t have to be alone just because of your black mark, not having a soulmate just means you can be with whoever you want.” She said, pointing at her black mark as well.
“I have a soulmate.” You grit out, feeling a sudden surge of anger rush through you, but you weren’t sure why you were angry, or why you said that, the black mark on your hip indicating the opposite of what you said.
“That black sword says you don’t. I just want you to live and be happy, and you do not need a soulmate to do that. I met the love of my life, even though he is not my soulmate.” She said, pouting at your anger, letting your tantrum roll off her shoulders, as usual.
“I have plenty of fun with you. I am happy by myself, please drop it.” you said, walking down the street away from her and the dance place she was trying to get you into.
You blinked as one of the doctors snapped their fingers in front of your face.
“Nurse Y/N, are you okay?” they asked you. You shook your head.
“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ve just had a weird morning, and I guess I spaced out.” You told the doctor, smiling softly. You looked down at your lunch, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You took it and threw it away.
You tried to focus on your work, give patients the best care that you could, but you were too unfocused, too distracted, so you found yourself back in veda’s room
“Nurse Y/N. I was wondering if I would see you again.” You heard her say softly, as you entered the room.
“Hi. Mrs. Blanchard. I… I’m curious about your friend. Do you mind talking about her?” You asked her softly, as you sat by her bedside, monitors softly beeping through the room.
“What do you want to know about her?” She asked through a cough. You grabbed the cup of water by her bedside, letting her take a small sip.
“Do I really look like her?” She nodded at your question.
“The spitting image of her. If I hadn’t seen her body in a casket, I would be convinced that you were her, and I would ask how you haven’t aged a day, but I saw her lowered into the ground, cried at her grave, she’s been gone so long.” She said softly to you. You opened your mouth to say something to her, but you fell short, you weren’t sure what to say. She waved her hand gently, silencing you.
“She died on August 28th, 1971. It’s the 50th anniversary today, and here I am dying myself, so maybe meeting you was fate, to give me comfort in my last hours on this earth. She died when she was 25, but I met her when we were both 13. She came to my school, and we bonded over the fact that we both had black soul marks.” As she talked, more memories came flashing through your head.
“Please Welcome Y/N to our class. She just moved here, so make her feel welcome.” The teacher said to the class, introducing you. Everyone smiled at you, easing your nerves, so you lifted your arm to wave, feeling your shirt rise over your hip, and gasps ran through the room. You knew what they had seen, happening countless times before.
Murmurs ran through the room, with glances shot at you as they whispered back and forth, except for a girl with blonde hair that focused her attention outside, a black mark on her neck visible for everyone to see.
The teacher cleared their throat.
“You can sit next to Veda. Veda, raise your hand please.” The blonde girl snapped her attention towards the teacher, finally giving her her attention, she looked you up and down as if she was assessing you, her eyes stopping on the black sword that was on your hip. She blinked, slowly raising her hand.
You walked to the seat beside her, putting your belongings on the floor next to you. Introducing yourself.
“Hi. I’m Y/N, and if it wasn’t obvious, I have a black soul mark.” You said with a soft laugh, trying to break the tension that the rest of the room had created for you.
“Veda. If it wasn’t obvious, I have one too.” She said with a smile.
“You said that she wasn’t married, and she didn’t have kids, right?” You piped up, interrupting her tale of the memory you had just witnessed.
“She didn’t. She had a black soulmark. It means that she either didn’t have a soulmate, or her soulmate had already died. She did talk about one man a lot, from the time we were 16 until she died. I never met him. She called him… uh.” She looked like she was deep in thought, suddenly her eyes brightened.
“Katsuki. She called him Katsuki.” Your world stopped. Katsuki. Katsuki.
“Katsuki.” You whispered, testing the name on your tongue.
“You have to remember.” You heard his voice say again, a little louder than last time.
“Katsuki.” You said, a little louder. She nodded.
“She called him Katsuki. She was convinced that he was her soulmate. She always wanted to believe that the black sword on her hip didn’t mean that she was without a soulmate, but she never brought him around me, despite being best friends. She said he had blonde hair, unruly blond hair, that he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on, and his eyes were as red as”
“Blood. His eyes were as red as blood.” You finished her sentence, she looked at you, surprise written on her face.
“Yes. Red as blood.” She nodded. “.. How did you know that?” She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.
How could you explain that she was describing the same man that you had seen in your dreams for almost a decade? How could you explain that you also had a black sword soul mark on your hip, the same as her friend?
“A lucky guess?” You said, sheepishly. She gave you a look, not believing you. You sighed. You grabbed the bottom of your scrub top, pulling your pants down enough to expose your hip. She looked at what you were doing, a gasp ringing through the air.
“That’s not possible.” She muttered, repeatedly, over and over, gasping for breath. The monitors started beeping wildly, doctors rushing past you, ordering you out of the way. You were frozen, rooted in the place where you stood.
The sound of a flatline rang through the air, snapping you out of it, unrooting you from your spot. They compressed Veda's chest, but she was gone, you knew she wasn’t coming back, and you knew that you had to answer all the questions she had brought you, alone.
Your shift ended. Usually after work, you were exhausted, but your body felt like it was connected to a livewire, tingles running through your spine, the need for answers to the weirdest day you had ever had fueling you to keep going.
You needed to clear your head. It was late, and you had work tomorrow, so going to a bar was out of the question, hangovers were not good when working in an ER. You found yourself driving to the beach, hoping that the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and the smell of the fresh air mixing with the salt water would bring you some semblance of peace, help you figure out what exactly was going on with you.
You pulled into the beach, parking your car in the empty lot, seemingly you were the only person who was here on this beach on a monday night, probably because you were the only one who felt like you were going crazy.
You took off your shoes, letting the sand run between your toes, breathing in the unique smell of the ocean, feeling the breeze produced by the waves upon your skin. You looked up into the night sky, the stars shining so bright, the moon full. You picked a spot in the sand, and sat down on the shore, close enough that your feet would be brushed by the waves, but far enough away that you wouldn’t get completely soaked. Your eyes were drawn to a cluster of stars, in particular, and you laid back and looked up at the sky, clearing your head.
The clear bright stars forming a W. You were never into constellations, had never been a stargazer, but you, somehow, knew that constellation.
“Cassiopea.” You muttered to yourself, and the piercing pain you had grown accustomed to from the day shot through your head again.
You laid next to Katsuki under the stars, cuddled into his side, where you felt the most safe, knowing that no-one or nothing could touch you when you were with your lover, not that they would try, the black sword on your hip was testament enough that you belonged to him, only him.
“Y/N.” He murmured, dragging your attention back to him. You hummed in acknowledgement, content.
“Do you see that form with those five bright stars? It’s supposed to resemble that queen, that great uncle poseidon punished for saying that her and her daughter were more beautiful than the nereids, in her torture chair. Cassiopeia. That was her name.” You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what he was telling you about a constellation of stars for.
“Poseidon punished her for thinking she was more beautiful than the nereids?” He grunted, before looking at you, a look of tenderness in his eyes.
“None of them have ever laid eyes on you though, or they would know they all paled in comparison to your beauty.” He gently caressed your face with the back of his hand, pulling you impossibly closer, his lips brushing against yours before taking you into a kiss, an all consuming kiss, full of passion and love, the feelings you shared for each other could be felt by each other in that kiss.
“I love you, katsuki. I am so lucky to be able to spend an eternity with you.” you murmured, as you pulled away briefly from the kiss, before going in for another.
You gasped as the memory faded, reality coming back to you. You came to the beach to clear your head, but now you were more confused than ever. That was you. It had to be you, both times. Veda’s Y/N and the Y/N just now with katsuki. How else could you having these memories be explained, but why were you still so young, why couldn’t you remember everything, instead of just these fragmented pieces of your past?
You stood up from the sand, stumbling a bit, and walked back towards your car. You needed to know what was going on, and the best chance you had was research. You had never looked into the meaning of your soulmark, the understanding of what people had told you that it meant was too painful to fully grasp, so you had strayed from research not wanting to make it so concrete, but now you knew that what everyone had told you was wrong, it had to be, right?
You drove home as fast as you could, the need to get answers eating you up inside. You walked in stripping off your clothes as you went, throwing them wherever they landed, you would pick them up later. You took a quick shower, not dallying in there, just a wash and rinse, your computer calling to you from where it laid on your bed.
You wrapped a towel around your body, walking into your closet, grabbing a pair of your comfy, silk pajamas, slipping them on before flopping onto your bed, grabbing your laptop.
You opened it, powering it on, typing in your password when prompted. Opening up your search engine, you pondered on what you should research first, deciding on black soul marks, you typed it in, skimming through the results, you clicked on one that caught your attention.
Everyone is born with a soul mark, usually they are red. There are, however, individuals that are born with a black mark. People have been told that black marks mean that the soulmate is either dead or doesn’t exist, but if you go back far enough, there is another explanation. Black marks mean that you are bound to an immortal being, such as a god or goddess.
“I am so lucky to be able to spend an eternity with you.” You muttered to yourself, remembering what you had said in the memory of stargazing with Katsuki.
Katsuki was an immortal, so if you were bound to him, why weren’t you together?
You typed in reincarnation next, scrolling through articles, until you came upon something that caught your attention.
“Reincarnation and the concept of past lives has existed for thousands of years, spanning back to the ancient Celtic, Greek, Asian and Indian traditions. It is the rebirth of a soul in a new body, hoping for the soul to attain perfection, giving the soul earthly lessons and experiences.”
There wasn’t much information on reincarnation, many people being skeptical of it. You sighed. Katsuki was a japanese name, but Poseidon was a greek god, and if poseidon was his “great uncle” that would mean that he was also greek, then what god was he?
You typed in the name katsuki along with greek mythology, not expecting to get many results. You looked through the results, skimming to see if anything would help, and then you saw something that made that piercing pain shoot through your head.
“People down there are calling you the strongest, stronger than any of your brothers and sisters, maybe even stronger than your father.” You whispered, curled into his side. You felt a rumble through his chest as he chuckled.
“I will always win.” He said simply, making you roll your eyes.
“In another culture, you would be called “katsuki.” it means “win” and “victorious.” You stated, something you had learned recently, you had always been interested in learning more than just your own greek culture.
“I like that name. Katsuki.” His rough voice rumbled, sleep edging its way into his voice. You looked at him, with his droopy eyes, and leaned up, kissing him softly.
“You may be Dunamis to everyone else, but you’ll always be my katsuki.” you whispered against his lips, feeling him smile against yours, before letting sleep take both of you.
Dunamis.
You typed in Dunamis. It was the Greek word for “dynamite,” meaning strength, power or ability. In Greek Mythology, he was the only demigod son of Ares, coming from a human mother, the only lover he had taken besides aphrodite.
Dunamis. Katsuki. A Greek Demigod.
You had a soulmate. Your black mark meant something totally different than you had been told your entire existence, but if you had been with him before, why were you two separated now? Why had you been separated for so long?
You laid back in your bed, feeling like you were so close to remembering something, but still so far away.
Your eyes were getting heavy, the adrenaline of the bizarre experience you had had catching up to you. Suddenly, you were just so tired, so you let the familiarity of the arms of sleep take you in, and then you dreamt.
“He had the courage to touch what was MINE. MY Soulmate. MY Y/N. He can have the courage to face the fate that he has brought upon himself.” You heard Katsuki’s voice, filled with rage. You were laying there, crying, so upset. All you could feel were his hands groping you every chance he was around you, knowing that you were Katsuki’s. He didn’t care. This time he had gone too far, touching you too much after he had been warned time and time again. Katsuki was out for blood this time. He was the strongest son of Ares.
“Dunamis. Please. You cannot fight other gods, just because they have touched your possessions.” One of his servants said, trying to calm him down. They didn’t understand his rage, when it concerned you. You and him were eternal. Two sides of the same coin. Twin Flames. Soulmates. You two completed each other in so many different ways. You were more than a possession to him.
“Do. NOT. SPEAK. Of Y/N as if she is just some OBJECT that I own. She is my SOULMATE, and I will defend her honor. Set up the meeting, or I will cut your head off too.” He snarled.
“Quiet Boy.” A voice you were familiar with spoke up, a door sounding through the house, slamming shut.
“Father.” Katsuki sneered. Him and Ares had never seen eye to eye.
“You will stop this nonsense. You are not going to cut the head of your own brother off over a girl. Phobos will be taken care of, so let it go.” His voice thundered.
“NO. I will handle him. He has been warned too many times. He won’t leave her alone, so he dies. I don’t care if he and your other kids mean more because they belong to aphrodite. I was a mistake, I know, but I AM THE STRONGEST, and I will cut down anyone that hurts the woman I love….. Even if you stand in my way.” Ares snarled, it echoed through the building, and you heard footsteps coming towards the room you were in. You sat up in the bed as footsteps entered the room. Ares stood before you.
“You have caused problems for my family, girl.” He was intimidating, even if this wasn’t the first time you had seen him, you never got used to how power exuded from him, even if katsuki was stronger, he didn’t have the power of a full blooded god, the command. Could he beat Ares? Yes.
“I haven’t done anything, sir. Phobos had no consent to touch me. He had no right.” You stated, hoping that he couldn’t feel your intimidation.
“I’m aware, but he is my son. He is not to be touched, by anyone, much less a brother. I will bring him here, and he will apologize, and we will let this go. Yes?” He asked, but you could tell it wasn’t really a question, that you had no choice but to comply. You nodded, and he turned, walking away.
“Call Phobos. Here. Now.” You heard him say to someone. You just sat there, you weren’t sure how long.
“Y/N.” You heard Phobos’s voice come from the doorway, after a while.
You snapped your head up, eyes meeting his, fear rushing through you. The panic that he brought upon people, quickly settling into your bones.
“You’ve caused such a mess. My Foolish brother doesn’t deserve you. I have to come here, to apologize to you, for taking what I want? For living like the god that I am?” He came towards you, sitting on the edge of your bed, but you couldn’t move, frozen in terror like soldiers before who had faced him and Deimos in battle.
“No. I am not apologizing. I will do as I please.” You saw blonde hair appear in the doorway from your peripheral vision, the panic leaving your body as you saw the blood red eyes of the man you love, narrowed in rage, and suddenly Phobos was against the wall, gasping for air, life leaving his eyes with Katsuki’s hand around his throat, and then he was gone, just like that.
“NO.” You heard Ares scream, as he walked into the room. He looked at Katsuki, Dunamis, and then his sights turned on you.
“Dunamis….. You will be separated from this girl for a very long time, for your punishment. She will be reincarnated over and over, not remembering you for 10 millenia or longer, to be able to return to you. She will have to remember everything. EVERYTHING. Do you understand?” Ares said in a soft, rage filled voice.
“You can’t take her away from me.” Katsuki snarled at him, stalking towards his father, his sword pulled from the scabbard with quick action.
“Watch me.” He stated, and suddenly you felt something hit you in your neck, and you couldn’t breathe. You moved your eyes down, seeing a small dagger sticking from your neck, feeling your own blood choking you. You tried to say Katsuki’s name, but gargles were the only thing that flowed out. He ran towards you as Ares turned and walked away from the scene, leaving you to die in Katsuki’s arms.
“I will wait an eternity for you, Y/N. Come back to me. You have to come back to me, you felt something wet hit your cheek as he took you into his arms, cradling you in them, and for the first time that you can remember, Katsuki was crying, and everything faded away.
You sat up, in bed, covered in sweat, gasping for breath, grabbing at your neck as if the knife from the dream would still be there, the blood still choking you, but you were in your bed, safe, sound, and the alarm for work suddenly came to your attention.
You moved on autopilot. Going through the motions as the dream of you dying played over and over again. You decided that instead of driving so distracted, you were going to walk to work. You started the route that you took when you decided to do this, and let your mind wander.
You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your soulmate was a god, a demigod. Dunamis. Dynamite. Katsuki.
Suddenly, you heard a blaring horn snapping you away from the thoughts of him, and before you had good focus, you felt an impact, the car that blared its horn not being able to stop in time to miss you, and your body flew. You felt everything, but also nothing, and the familiarity of blood coming up your throat like it had in your dream, made something click. Suddenly, it all made sense. Suddenly you remembered.
“Dunamis. Katsuki.” You whispered through the gargling of the blood in your throat, and death took you again, just like your dream.
You felt your eyes open, slowly, blinking a couple of times, but you felt no pain, instead you felt silk against your skin, light shining through the canopy across the bed that you were laid in. You looked around, not lifting your head up much, and you were definitely not in a hospital, even though you knew you had just been hit by a car. You realized where you were when you saw the vanity in the corner of the room, with the belongings you remembered owning so long ago. You had made it back to the realm of the gods, back to katsuki.
You sat up in the bed, the blanket slipping from your chest, a breeze smoothing across your skin, making you aware of the absence of clothing on your body.
You looked around the room, realizing it was the room that you and he had shared then. You heard a gasp from the entryway and snapped your head towards the noise. Golden eyes pierced into yours with beautiful pink hair shining where the light hit it. You smiled softly.
“Hello Mina.” You whispered to Harmonia, AKA Mina, Goddess of Harmony, Child of Ares and Aphrodite. Katsuki’s half sister.
“It’s you. You really woke up this time.” She said, her voice loud enough for just you to hear.
“This time?” You said, confused.
“Your body has been here so long, just lying there ever since Dunamis was punished. It was in stasis, while your soul was reincarnated over and over again. You always died very young in your reincarnations, so Dunamis, Me, and the others would always come to see if you woke up around the time that your reincarnation ended. I’m the only one who checks now… It hurts him too much to come here, having you so close, but so far away.” She explained, sitting on the edge of the bed that you were, having moved closer as she explained herself.
“Where is he now?” You asked, quietly.
“Somewhere in the palace. Doing his “godly” duties, as he calls them.” She snorted with a tender smile on her face.
“He killed father.” She said abruptly, smiling sadly. “It wasn’t right after the incident happened, but as time went on and you just laid here, his anger grew, until he snapped. He demanded that Ares bring you back, but father felt that his punishment was fitting for having killed Phobos, so when he denied Dunamis his request, he demanded that Ares fight him. Dunamis won. Ares fell in the battle, now Dunamis is the god of war, himself.”
You nodded. His temper had always gotten the best of him when it concerned you, he was protective, possessive.
“I want to see him, please. I need to.” You told her. She nodded, light shining back into her eyes.
“We must get you dressed right away then!” She grabbed the blanket, shucking it off of you, and dragging you out of the bed.
She helped you get dressed into a gown and did your hair in a simple way before dragging you out of the room, guiding you through the hallways, memories flowing into your mind like water in a lake, slowly but surely.
She came to a door, and your heart stopped when you heard his voice, yelling at someone. She nudged you with a smile, trying to ease your nerves.
“You will DO AS I SAY if you want shit done right around here. You cretins still think that my win against the old bastard was a fluke, well, we can get in the ring, and I will show you… IT WAS NOT.” You heard him say, you had to stifle the giggle that wanted to come out of your mouth so bad. She opened the door, and you entered. She had decided that it was best she let you two reunite alone.
He didn’t notice you for a moment, his attention elsewhere, scowling at the advisors he had been yelling at. One of them noticed you first, dropping whatever he had been holding, shattering against the floor, his eyes widened.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What -” His tirade cut off once his eyes landed on you, having turned to see what the other man had been looking at.
His mouth was agape. You saw tears prickle at the corner of his eyes.
“Everyone OUT.” He said as loudly as he could muster his voice to go. You heard their footsteps shuffle out, the door closing behind them. His eyes never left yours and yours never left his.
“Y/N.” He whispered your name so softly, as if he couldn’t believe it was you, here, with him, once again.
The utterance of your name made your body move, and before you knew it, you were running into his arms. You collided into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you, your legs hooking around his waist, face burying in the crook of his neck.
You felt tears start to come out of your eyes. Every reincarnation, you had believed something was missing inside of you. You had never known real peace, never been truly fulfilled. You had thought it was because you didn’t have a soulmate, but you knew now that it was because you were separated from him. Here, in his arms, you felt complete, and it was catharsis that you both needed because you were both crying into each other, trying to get as close to one another as you could.
You brought your head from his neck and looked at him. He held you with one arm, using the other to wipe away your tears.
“I missed you so much.” You whispered to him. He leaned in to you.
“I missed you too, baby.” He said as your lips met for the first time in ages and it was like filling your body with lava, making your insides hot. Your lips molded together perfectly, and you never wanted to kiss to end, but it did much sooner than you wanted, damn oxygen.
You peppered kisses all over his face as you two pulled away from the kiss, you gripped his face in your hands, just wanting to feel him, threading your fingers through his spiky blonde hair that was soft to the touch.
“I dreamt of you.” You whispered into the room. He smirked.
“I know. I came to you in your dreams, as soon as I figured out how to do it. It was the only time we could be together, even though you didn’t really know who I was.” He whispered back.
“You killed your father.” You stated. He gave you a grin with a sharp tooth sticking out.
“He was never a father to me, and I would do it again if I had to.” You smiled softly.
He sat down in a chair, bringing you into his lap, laying your head on his shoulder, your legs across his lap.
“I feel so complete now that we’re back together.” You said. He hummed in acknowledgement, feeling the same himself.
“Let’s get married.” He said after a few moments of silence.
You giggled thinking he was joking.
“I just got back to you, and you want to get married, already?” You asked him teasingly, but you soon realized that he was not joking. His eyes were so serious.
“I never want to be separated from you, again. I want us to be united, in all ways. I want to have kids with you, and spend the rest of this eternity with you by my side, nobody will EVER take you away from me again.” He said fiercely. You just looked at him for a moment before nodding.
“I’ll marry you. It’s always been you, Katsuki. My God Of War. Dunamis.” You said, leaning in to seal your words with a kiss. The kiss turned into something more, very quickly. Your tongue intertwined with his, as he moved so that your cunt was pressed against his growing erection. You moaned at the contact.
He pulled away as he started peppering kisses down your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly, biting down and sucking to leave a mark on you, to show the world you were his, you always had been.
You groaned at the feeling of his teeth digging into your skin so gently and you grinded against his lap, capturing a groan that vibrated the skin against your neck. He pulled at the straps of your gown, ripping the top of it off with ease, barely jerking it. He grabbed at your breasts, each fitting snugly into one of his hands, palming them before kissing down your chest before taking one of them into his mouth, rolling the nipple of the other one between his fingers. You cried out into the room, hoping that no one was near this room in the palace.
He took the nipple between his teeth gently pulling it before switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention. You had missed his attentiveness. You rocked yourself against his erection, your wetness seeping through, your pussy needing friction.
He lifted you into his arms before standing up, your breast leaving his mouth with an audible pop.
“I’m taking you to bed.” He said, his voice having a lustful edge to it, you could tell that he was barely hanging on to his control keeping him from fucking you into that chair. He walked quickly to a room with his belongings strewn everywhere. It must have been where he had slept, while your body was in your original shared quarters. He pressed you against the wall, kissing you harshly as the door to the room closed behind you two. You kissed him back with just as much fervor, as hungry for him as he was for you. He threw you onto the bed, and you bounced softly before he was on top of you, looming over you.
He ripped the rest of the dress off your body, leaving you bare to him. He kissed down your stomach, nipping gently at the skin as he went, skin heating at every place his lips touched. You felt his breath against your wetness, and before you had time to utter a word, a long moan came out of you as he ate you like a man starved. He groaned into your pussy as you wiggled, his hands moving to hold your thighs down as he ate. His mouth found your clit, swiping his tongue repeatedly against it, sucking it into his mouth, making sinful noises come from your lips.
You felt him lick down your slit before pushing his tongue inside of you, a broken cry leaving your mouth as he fucked you with his tongue. You felt the dam inside of you about to burst, and he did too because he got more eager, and you screamed as you came for him. He made sure not to miss a drop.
You grabbed his head from between your legs, bringing his face to yours before kissing him, the taste of yourself coming onto your tongue.
“Want you so bad, katsuki.” you whispered against him, grinding up to the erection that was prominent in the pants that he still had on. You pulled at the pants, indicating that you wanted them off.
“You’ll get what you want, princess, but you’re not ready yet.” He smirked, making you huff.
“I am -” You were cut off as you felt him plunge a finger inside of you. You groaned loudly as he pushed his finger in and out of you.
“That feel good?” He whispered into your ear, peppering kisses there.
“So good baby. So good. More Please.” You begged him, wanting as much of him as he would give you. He huffed in amusement, adding another finger, stretching you to prepare you for his cock.
You felt his fingers leave you as you were about to cum for the second time, dragging a whine from you. He shushed you before getting off of the bed, removing his pants before climbing back on top of you.
You felt the head of his cock rub against you.
“You ready, princess?” He smirked at you, words failed you so all you could do was moan for him, wantonly.
He slowly pushed inside of you, the stretch burning in the most delicious way. He filled you up in the best way. He pushed all the way in before pulling out completely, snapping back in just as soon as he left.
You screamed silently, dragging your nails down his back as he brought you to the edge again. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and you were ready to burn.
“KATSUKI.” You screamed out into the air, the only word you could get out.
“I know baby, it’s been so long.” He grunted out, his snapping of his hips gaining a rougher edge, making your nails scratch deeper down his back. You felt tears prickle at the edge of your eyes before sliding down your cheeks.
“I’m close, so close.” You muttered out. He grunted.
“Me too.” He said into your ear. “Don’t cum until I say so.” you felt his tongue swipe at your earlobe, gently scraping his teeth against it.
You felt yourself tighten at the command, making him groan.
“Cum inside me. Please. Want you to cum inside me.” You cried out, begging for him to fill you up, to complete you.
“Yeah? You want me to fill you up with my cum? First night back and you want me to breed you, my dirty princess.” He said into your ear, and you cried out.
“Yeah. Want it so bad.” You got out between moans. You were trying so hard not to cum before he was ready, but you could barely hold on.
He thrust in roughly. “Cum.” He commanded as his thrusts became sloppy and hurried. You screamed as you released the orgasm that you had been holding in, and you felt his cum spray your insides, filling you up. He kissed you as he came to prop himself up with his arms, not pulling out of you. He flipped you two so that he was on his back, and you were on top of him, still not leaving the warmth of your bred pussy.
“I don’t want a drop to go to waste.” He stated, as explanation at the switch in the positions. You giggled at his animalistic grin, like a dog proud that he had marked his territory.
You laid down flat against him as you came down from the high you two had created, together. You felt his cock soften inside you, still not slipping out due to your position.
You sighed. You felt so at peace.
“Tomorrow.” He said.
You looked at him quizzically, not sure what he meant.
“Tomorrow. We’ll get married tomorrow.” He stated.
You smiled softly, pecking his lips, cuddling closer to him.
“Tomorrow.” You agreed.
You looked down where your bodies were joined before noticing the black sword mark that was on your skin, softly running a finger over it with a wistful smile.
“Tomorrow.” you repeated before sleep came to take you, his even breaths as sleep took him as well the last thing you heard as your eyes closed, wrapped in his arms, back where you belong.
Ki Yuri and Lee Rang stumble upon a female in danger but she’s more than she knows.
Parings: Lee Rang x F. OC (female reader - because I can’t get into y/n - so please feel free to insert yourself in)
Rating: M+
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
BTS
Find Rest for your Soul
Reader is found by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?
Parings: BTSx F.Reader AxBxO Style
Rating: M+
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Potential WIPs
--BTS: Jungkook X F.Reader X Namjoon
Hospital setting - AU(?) . Jungkook is in the hospital with Y/N as his nurse he is definitely in good hands.
–Tale of the Nine Tailed: Lee RangXF.Reader - possible AU, maybe not
Yandere story. Lee Rang just can't get enough of Y/N
