In the Light of the Moon
Part Of: ‘Gods Among Us’ Collaboration
Also In: ‘Gods Among Us’ Library
Summary: The God of the Night is a busy one. He is in charge of riding his Chariot across the sky every night and bringing the stars to the sky. These are but a few of his duties among many more. So, how else to keep his head calm than to seek the counsel of his one and only beloved wife? The Goddess of Darkness is one of few to always welcome him with warm and open arms, after all.
Genre: Greek Mythology! AU, God! AU, Goddess! AU, Supernatural! AU, Fluff, Fluff Smut
Pairing: Nyx! Taehyung x Erebos! Reader, Husband! Taehyung x Wife! Reader, God! Taehyung x Goddess! Reader, Male! Taehyung x Female! Reader
Warnings: Sexual Themes, Mentions of Sexual Actions, Sexual Language, Mentions of Slight Possessiveness (Not in an Unhealthy Way)
Word Count: 2,163
Written: June 11, 2021, Posted: September 27, 2021
Important! A/N: Nyx is the Greek Goddess of the Night. Erebos is the Greek God of Darkness and the Consort of Nyx. Nyx and Erebos are also siblings. For this fic, I have done a genderbend of the God and Goddess and have also made them husband and wife instead of a consort relationship and sibling relationship.
Taehyung has many duties that are a part of his job. To most in the world of Gods and Goddesses, he is Nyx, God of the Night. He rides his Chariot every night to sweep across the sky and change it to night, dropping sparkles and shimmers of stars as he gracefully rides along, his dark horses just as graceful in their movements across the midnight sky as him at work. But this is only one of his jobs. He is also God of Dreams and Sleep. He influences people’s dreams and shows them visions rather often. He gives them visions of the future or of possible events, and he decides if you must have a restless sleep full of nightmares or one of peacefulness and quiet. He controls Death as well. If a person was to pass in their sleep, it is the work of the God of the Night, taking them in their hours of night and darkness to send them to Hades in the deep Underworld. Once Taehyung has finished his duties and the time has come for the Sun to rise high in the sky again, he takes his leave, swiftly moving towards Tartarus.
Although where he goes is known often as the darkest parts of the Underworld, it is not a place he detests to be in. Tartarus simply delivers the divine punishments that those who sinned deserve to suffer through. This is the place where the Gods and Goddesses are to imprison their enemies. Though it may be cruel in the eyes of a human, a God or a Goddess would understand the responsibility in carrying the burden of punishment for those who have wronged so terribly.
Even then, it is not just that Taehyung quite likes his home, it is also that there is another reason for his longing to be at his palace. His wife, his wonderful Goddess - Y/N. Y/N is her name to Taehyung and to other Gods and Goddesses with whom she is friends. To acquaintances, formal events, and to humans, she is Erebus, Goddess of Darkness.
Y/N is beautiful with her flowing hair and her glimmering eyes. Her smile so radiant it fills whichever room that she is in. She carries herself with poise that only she is capable of, and her elegance is one that has attracted many Gods for centuries, although she’s never given in to any except her Taehyung.
Erebus was the one who completed the Underworld, filling the empty spaces - the little caverns and large chasms, - with her shadow and mist and deep, deep darkness. She gave the Underworld its colour and design. But still, it is not the just the Underworld that uses her powers, but also Nyx. Her beloved husband uses her mist and darkness in his rides among the night. He uses her powers to help draw in the calming depth of the later hours and he swears he can feel her with every swish of his hand and every swipe of mist across the night sky.
It is with these thoughts of his wife that he makes his entrance in Tartarus for the early hours of the day. He knows that Y/N is probably done with her duties for the night as she usually awaits him in their palace. Their home. Theirs, Taehyung thinks. It warms him to refer to the castle as one he shares with the only person he adores and cherishes in all of Olympus. And as he continues to let his mind wander of his Goddess, he sees his palace come into view.
Taehyung’s palace is in one of the darker parts of Tartarus, one of the parts that Y/N herself had had a hand in designing with its misty appearance and mysterious aura. The palace takes up quite a bit of space, tucked in to the corner of a mountain range, but large enough to accommodate perhaps even an army of a thousand soldiers. It is on thicker, elevated ground so as to overlook Tartarus from their very own haven. It was rather well lit in a way that didn’t hurt the eyes with vintage style standing lanterns places neatly around the palace and hanging style lantern hooked around the multilevel home. Their palace was darkish grey with plenty of rustic highlights including many, many French-style doors, balconies, and windows. The rooms were all spacious and the throne room was one to die for with its elegant yet nature-oriented decor. The room had vines flowing from the corners and around the back of Taehyung and Y/N’s throne, the leaves glittering with the ambient amount of light given from the lanterns placed rather strategically around the room in a way that felt balanced.
Taehyung and Y/N had decorated their palace together. With both of them having good eyes for interior design, they knew they wouldn’t be satisfied to have the other Gods and Goddesses simply gift them a palace at their marriage. Instead they slowly built their own, working out each and every element of the house as they wove their magic together to create something they knew would hold their eternal memories.
It was one of Taehyung’s fondest recollections, one he thought of every time his palace came into view. But that thought quickly washed away when he saw his wife on one of the balconies — the one connected to their bedroom, he realized, — with her palms resting on the gothic style railings, her midnight blue Chiton flowing around her in graceful waves as she gazed down onto the valley below her, watching the lava falls that dropped down viciously, only to then split off in smaller trickles that turned to magma.
Although, Y/N sensed her husband’s presence as he got closer, — just as she always does, — and turned her head to see Taehyung begin to land his horses on the veranda in front of her as their servants came in to take the large beasts into their spacious enclosure. The chariot was wheeled off to the barracks for storage and Erebus watched as her husband’s eyes never left hers while he slowly made his way up the many stairs and into their home, away from her line of sight.
As Y/N made her way out of their bedroom and through to the hallways outside, she could see over the railing and down into the centre of the main floor in their palace that Taehyung had already walked through, the evidence being in the servants dashing around with his coat and scarves yet to be put away.
As she turned around, she felt a smooth movement as Taehyung wrapped his arms around her waist, catching her by surprised. “You moved through the house fast,” she remarked. Taehyung simply bent down to nuzzle his face into his wife’s neck, letting out a gentle hum.
“How can I not move so fast, especially when I know what awaits me here?” He gently pushes her against the railing, nudging his hips into her own as he moves his head up gently to nudge her cheeks with his lips in small kisses. “Do you expect me to move slowly and take my time with useless things while you just stand here looking so delectable, my wife?” Y/N lets out a small laugh as his arms squeeze around her a little tighter, ensuring that she wouldn’t be able to pry him off of her anytime in the near future — not that she was going to, anyways.
“Then what is it that you would like to do that you consider to be useful, dear husband?” You breathed out your words gently as Taehyung ran one of his hands down your waist to subtly squeeze at your backside.
“I have not decided which would be most efficient to make ourselves useful just yet, either. That comes first, yes?” Taehyung sends the cheeky retort towards you.
“And what does that mean?” You challenge him back just as easily.
“It means,” he leans close to whisper in your ear again and he pulls you just a little bit tighter, “that I’m not sure if I should waste time in taking us back into our chambers or if I should I simply take you right here.” He leans his lips closer to yours again, gently dragging his lips over yours. “Right here in front of everyone.” He gives you a gentle peck, “For everyone to see exactly who you belong to, and who’s name it is that you scream and cry out every night…”
You feel goosebumps prickle out across your skin as you stare into his eyes and feel yourself melt under his stare, his gaze looking right through you. His arms are the only thing holding you up at this point, or else you might’ve melted against the railing a long time ago.
He’s always had this effect over you, though. Ever since the first day he’s met you, he’s made you crumble from the inside out with his sharp yet warm gaze and his subtle smirk that spoke more secrets than you could ever begin to imagine. He’s always just been able to draw you to him in a way you can’t explain.
He was calm and convincing. He was carefully drawing you in little by little as he charmed his way into your heart. Taehyung was strict on boundaries, so he never did cross any. He did, however, tempt. He constantly was a tempter, and still is, you think as you feel him connect his lips to yours.
Taehyung asked you to dinners and galas with him all the time, claiming you to be the most tolerant person in Olympus in teasing ways while also sensually whispering how you were the only he wanted near him. How he wanted to be the only one near you at all times, — that thinking of you with anyone else was a thought too scalding to even imagine.
And just as sensually slow and calm as Taehyung, your relationship bloomed. It bloomed from friends to something just a bit more. And that little bit more turned into frequent nights spent in each other’s places as new lovers, which then turned into your clothing align with his slowly moving into your new palace as husband and wife, eternally.
You were brought back into the present as you moaned into Taehyung’s mouth, his hands roaming a bit more. You break away for a breath, “Perhaps it’s best we do move this back into the chambers, yes?”
“I reckon it might be just a tad too late for that, darling,” Your husband teases back. “I’m already too far deep in at this point to stop…”
“Taehyung,” you whine out, “it would be far too improper to let the servants see this.” Taehyung smiles at you. “This would be a new line, even for us.”
“What? Are you telling me that we’ve never crossed dangerous lines before? Have you simply forgotten the fact that I took you in the one hidden corridor during Zeus’ ‘all important council meeting’?” Taehyung retorts at you as he mocks the meeting Zeus once called all of the Gods and Goddesses of Olympus for. “It was boring and we simply found ways to entertain ourselves, and not a single soul bothered even while they all knew exactly what it was that we were doing.” And then he looks at you with cunning eyes. “They did only find out because of you though, my love.”
You guffawed at him, completely ignoring his hands groping you as you were distracted by this statement. “My fault?!”
“Why yes,” your husband shrugged at you, “you were the one who was so loud after all.” Taehyung gives you a cheeky grin as he watches your shyness overtake you in the way you curl into his chest, your head going lower between your shoulders.
“Well I wouldn’t have been so loud had it not been for you,” you retired quietly. You felt his chest rumble in amusement, his hands finally going up to grab your cheeks and tilt your head to look up at him.
“I do take that as a compliment to my skills,” Taehyung murmurs out as he connects his lips with yours again. He gently lifts you up, your legs going to wrap around his waist and your arms looping around his neck.
“Strange,” you utter out, “I don’t seem to be able to recall any of these skills you speak so highly of.” You look at him with a cheeky grin on your face as you watch his eyes twinkle.
“Well then,” your Nyx starts off, placing you on the bed and closing your chamber doors with a swish of his hands, “I’ll have to show you again, won’t I?”
“Yes,” you giggle out as he crawls on top of you and lets you tangle your hands into his hair, “I believe you will have to show me again, dear husband.”
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There was a god in Teyvat.
A god hidden, yet powerful. Enough, or maybe too much, that the archons themselves knelt down and presented their own offerings as if they were mere worshipping mortals and not literal gods. Though none had wanted to be greedy towards your affection, everyone had secretly wished they’d be one of the chosen such as the traveler.
Zhongli nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt an overwhelming presence enter him, but soon relaxed when the presence felt warm and soothing. Like hot tea after a long day.
The presence was familiar—
Ah.
Zhongli could cry.
Was this—
You?
You had chosen him. Overwhelming happiness flood through him as he heard your voice,
“Yeah, come on, geo daddy! Show me what you got!”
Geo daddy? Did you perhaps think of him as a parental figure? That’s not right. Weren’t you older? Shouldn’t he call you mommy? Daddy? Also why did you call him ‘geo daddy’?
However...
Zhongli’s face flushes a beautiful shade of red. ‘Show me what you got’, you said. What an honor it was, for you to put this much trust in his potential to serve you. Even if serving you right now apparently consisted of you making him run ‘round and ‘round in circles and whistling in a high pitch when you would make him climb the wall.
“Dang,” he hears you smack your lips together. “Nice ass and, oh- that’s a lovely moan you made there, Morax.” You teased. “Let’s go beat up Childe, yeah?” You ask, even though you were already controlling his feet to walk towards the Golden House.
Were you trying to kill him?
Zhongli bites his bottom lip, plump with all the biting he’s done all day honestly. “Thank you... your grace.” He lets out a breathy sigh and a shy smile as he slashes his ginger wallet in his sparkly moth form that would make Teucer squeal with his spear once again.
>Rating: Mature. >Warnings: Mild yandere themes, amnesia, violence (not against Reader). >Word count: 4.5k. >Deep Sea Index.
CHAPTER II // WROUGHT FROM THE SEABED
Your earliest memories are not of collecting chirping crickets during the warm Inazuman summers, hearing ghost stories about trickster tanuki turned to stone in Chinju Forest, nor playing ohajiki late into the evening with the neighborhood children until your mom called you in for supper.
What you can remember, however, is painful enough that you sometimes wish you couldn’t.
Coarse sand rubbing your skin raw. Seawater filling your nostrils, your lungs, your soul. Ocean waves crashing down, manipulating your limp body to and fro as if it were a rag doll. Even when you were on solid ground, you had no energy to lift yourself. So you laid there and waited for whatever to claim you first — the ocean’s waves or death. You had no preference between the two. All you wished for was that whichever it’d be, it would come fast and be done with.
There is no fate worse than an eternal wait.
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Summary: SAGAU but you're from a historical manhwa. Part 1
Warnings: NO BETA WE DIE LIKE CREPUS
The mansion was crowded. Noise of chatters can be heard from here to there as they talked about all sorts of topics you can think of. They were the people of power. Both against and the one who supports the Duchy/Dukedom
The ones who supports the Duchy/Dukedom celebrated the return of the rightful heir, the one who will be a part of the royal family in the future, as they were engaged with the crown prince/princess.
But the ones against them were in rage. How dare they come back? Did the assasins they sent wasn't enough? Did the royal family helped them? There were so many questions in their mind, still thinking about their own selfishness.
There are people who are neautral. The ones who wants to watch the ongoing fight come to an end. “Who do you think will win?” An old woman asked the other who was beside her—a countess.
“For me, It's the duchess/duke.” The countess answered proudly “It's not about how many people are on their side but it's how smart and powerful they are. Sure, the opposing side has more numbers of men but remember, the duchess/duke has the royal family's support.” she added, chuckling at the mere idea of the duchess/duke starting the chaos.
“They can basically do whatever they want!” The noble woman sighed as the countess laughed at her own statement, stopping when they heard the announcement.
“The Duke/Duchess— Y/N of the L/N clan has arrived! Pay your respects!” Everyone got on their knees and bowed their head down, even the ones against them couldn't do anything. not when you feel their eyes shooting ice cold daggers at everyone under them. The true power of the next heir of the duchy/dukedom and the next in line for the throne.
“Amazing... They've completely got all silent!” Venti screamed. But not too loud, just enough for the other three to hear. “Is our God also a God here?! What kinds of vision you think they have?!” he excitedly looked at Zhongli, who was busy looking at you. “I don't know...” He answered. “But one thing's for certain. We need to show are God that we're better than them! Better than those sneaky humans wanting to have a fight with our God! MUAHAHAHA” Venti laughed scarily, making Albedo and Ei look at him with a shut-up-bard-we-didn't-ask face.
But deep down, they knew Venti was right. You have everything and you can get anything in this world, as you were the one in control here, looking at how you made those humans shake in fear under your ice cold gaze, making them feel your authority.
So they looked at each other one more time and nodded, signalling to make another plan and that this won't work.
You're not safe in here.
They need to get you out of here.
You have more power in Teyvat.
And the people here are far too weak to protect you.
So they'll give plan b a go.
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I made the time 👀 I've been wanting to draw the overblots.
Maybe a certain kind of stimulus may stop the overblot from killing them?
The PoV's can be considered the different endings
Hope you like it♥ Thanks for requesting.
every fucking time
LOVE LETTER !
— gyeong-su has a huge crush on y/n, he would've confessed by now and asked her out but the problem is she's gwi-nam's little sister
pairing! han gyeong-su x f! reader
warnings! low(high)key ooc gwi-nam (?), accused of p3rverted acts and that's about it ig lmk if i missed smthn
note! falling in love with the school bully's sister trope ;>
Cheong-san gave his best friend a look of disbelief, Gyeong-su have been staring at yoon y/n ever since she arrived at the cafeteria and that was basically all he could do.
"Gyeong-su come on just make your move!" Cheong-san says out of annoyance, Gyeong-su glares at him "tsk..yeah right, like you already made your move" he mutters
Su-hyeok snickers as he munched on the chicken in his plate "sure, you just won't ask her out because she's off limits"
Gyeong-su groans knowing that the tall man was right and as if on cue Gwi-nam was starting to walk towards their table
"hey hey- is he walking this way? did he catch me staring at his sister? uh- i'll get goi-" Gwi-nam was already standing in front of them before Gyeong-su could even finish his sentence, "crap" he whispers underneath his breath
he looks away and whistles nervously "hey. what's your business with my sister huh?!" Gwi-nam asks, voice loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear which caused them to turn their direction to see what's going on
Gyeong-su shakes his head and Gwi-nam rolls his eyes "yeah right you've been staring at her since she got here! you do that in classes too! bet you tried to take a peek on her showering?!" Gwi-nam growls while Gyeong-su immediately shakes his head "WHAT?! NO! I'D NEVER!" he denies and Gwi-nam just sighs
"sure..here" he hands Gyeong-su a letter, looking at their table he saw y/n with her eyes wide and Gwi-nam's friend smirking while wiggling their eyebrows and elbowing y/n "i found that in my sister's bag and being the kind, loving and very considerate brother i am i decided to give it to you as her love life is as dry as the Sahara Desert thank me later by the way" Gwi-nam says smugly and when he turned around he was met with a fist going straight to his nose
"OUCH! THAT FUCKING HURT YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" he yells while y/n stuck her tounge out "that's what you get for going through my stuff AGAIN" y/n was about to head back to their table with Gwi-nam until she noticed Gyeong-su, Cheong-san and Su-hyeok reading the love letter she wrote
Su-hyeok was the first to turn to them, a smug smirk on his lips as he wiggled his brows "look at that..Gwi-nam helping his little sis get a boyfriend when in 10th grade he denied all my advances in asking y/n out, life's unfair" he says jokingly and dramatically
"fuck off" Gwi-nam mutters eyes rolling once more, he noticed y/n's face slowly going pale as Gyeong-su looked up at her "you like me?"
y/n facepalmed not answering the man's question and turning around to leave but before she could go any further Gyeong-su takes hold of her wrist "answer me" he says- no demands. looking away y/n nods and just as she was about to walk away Gyeong-su begins to laugh
"YES!" he exclaims and pulled y/n into a kiss, she kissed back but suddenly felt herself being dragged from behind on her uniform's collar
she turns slightly to see her brother, Gwi-nam who had a frown "yeah yeah sweet lovey dovey shit please don't do that in front of me again" he says with a sarcastic smile while y/n hits his arm complaining that he ruined her moment
meanwhile Gyeong-su touched his lips as his other fist formed into a ball, raising it up with a proud smile on his face "SHE'S MINE NOW!" earning claps from the students around them
teasingly he turns to his two best friends who were happy for him "now..it's your guys' turn to ask your crushes out" he says making the two roll their eyes "oh please, it was all thanks to your future brother-in-law that you got the girl"
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Part two of this hehehehe yknow i actually planned and had written something for xiao as part two bust decided to make that one part three instead hehe fair warning this is shit but it's all that i could do at this point
Each step you take is light; you remain careful as you walk over green grass and even greener leaves, the occasional twig snapping quietly. Birds chirp among the trees and finches fly around, a truly serene sight—
If only you didn't hate it all.
You can feel them watching you, gazes unwavering and unrelenting, digging deep into your skin. You almost feel like a prey, despite knowing exactly why they're so focused on you.
They're guilty.
You scoff to yourself, a glare on your face. They still have the audacity to feel guilty, to kneel and beg for forgiveness as if a little sorry can just make you forget months of beings hunted, of beings hated and attacked and hurt and nearly killed—
The deep wound on your stomach, covered by thick bandages, pulses as if it can still feel the way Xiao's spear had— it had—
No. No. You didn't, you don't want to remember how—
Desperately, you press your hand against your mouth and close your eyes. Like this, you can pretend it never happened. Like this, your world can get quiet and still and silent and you can pretend you're elsewhere, maybe the park near your home, maybe your mother's gardens, anywhere but here surrounded by your murderers and killers.
At least you haven't seen hair or hide of that monster. You had not dared ask about them and the monsters here did not mention them at all.
"Your grace?"
Klee is tugging on your hand, worried eyes peering up at you. She has a frown on her face, an unusual and unnatural expression to see on her and despite everything you feel your heart lurch in concern for her. "Why," she begins, voice hushed and lips trembling. "Why are you crying, your grace?"
Oh, you're crying.
You blink at her, roughly wiping your tears away. They still continue to fall, and your hands still shake when you cup her face and why can't you find it in yourself to smile to soothe her—
"Please don't— don't cry," you stumble on your words, voice hoarse and quiet because your nightmares of that day have you screaming and tearing at your own body every night and you haven't been exactly quiet when dealing with the horrid people that have placed you in this suffocating teapot, even if it is to help you heal better. "Don't cry, Klee, please,"
"But you're sad. Klee hates seeing you so sad," Klee sniffs, wide eyes welling with tears. You know that had it not been for almost all of the adults telling the kids not to hug you because of your injury, she would've by now thrown herself in your arms.
"I'm not sad, Klee," you say but it's a lie and you both know it. "I—"
"Klee!" Jean calls for the girl as she jogs over. She kneels immediately, not looking in your eyes. "I am so sorry, your grace, I told her not to bother you but she must've—"
You don't listen to her. You can't listen to her because you can still remember how she'd once pointed her sword at you, hatred swimming in her eyes.
You turn your back to her and leave.
There are more people in the teapot's mansion than you remember, than you feel comfortable with, and they all try to reach out to you but you brush past them shoulders tense and hands shaking.
You want to be alone.
"Your grace, wait! Your injury—" someone's hand, gloved and yet coldcoldcold clasps around your wrist before you could bump against the door handle to your room.
You glare at Zhongli even as you tremble, barely able to hold back a horrified sob, a scared scream because you can still remember all too well how your windpipe gave way under his cruel hold.
"Don't touch me." You say, voice as hallow as your monstrous twin's eyes had been. They must be happy, you think. They must be beyond happy at my state.
"Don't touch me, Zhongli. Don't ever touch me."
And not even his tears soothe the aches in your heart nor the bleeding of your wounds.
“ sleepy days “
tws // soft scaramouche, literally thats it nothing else
pairing // scaramouche x gn!reader
genre // fluff fluff FLUFF!!!
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“mm.. dont go..” scaramouche tugged at your clothing once he felt the bed moving slightly. he is a light sleeper, after all he needs to make sure people dont kill him, you know?
“scaramouche, please. i need to go make breakfast,” you looked back at him, he looked so, peaceful. “i dont wanna get up either-“ you tried to remove his hand from your shirt “then stay here..” he cuts you off, sleepily sitting down beside you and hugging you from behind. planting small kisses around your neck. “stay, please. you can do your stupid work later..” who were you to refuse when he was acting so soft and cute?
“good” kiss “we can” kiss “just sleep in” kiss “for the day” kiss. as if they ended his sentences.
“since were you such a softie, scaramouche?” you giggled at his actions. he dragged you down back to lay down with him in bed, he tucked the stray hair from your face behind your ear, kissing your forehead after. “sorry, i just love you alot” he apologized, nuzzling his head in your neck.
you patted his hair softly and you felt him smile “my my, have i finally won you over?” you ask with a hint of teasing in your tone. “yeah you’ve definitely have.” scaramouche uses his hands to hug you, kissing you on the lips. “i love you” you hear him whisper. he repeats it a few more until you fell asleep from the comfort.
“im not showing it that often am i? i swear, ill protect you forever. and that, cute, infectious smile of yours.”
PAIRING ~ jimin x reader
GENRE ~ horror/thriller, smut (not in this chapter)
WORD COUNT ~ 11k
SUMMARY ~ when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is NOT intent on letting you leave.
WARNINGS ~ profanity, supernatural themes, mentions of sex, depiction of an unhealthy relationship, obsessive behaviors, imprisonment, disturbing images, needles, spiders/insects, slight bodily mutilation
A/N ~ part 2 of 3. the ending is really rushed i’m sorry 😂 thank you all for being so patient and for all the love and support! make sure to leave a comment or review!
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It wasn’t a dream, you know that now. Dreams don’t leave hickeys.
You had to admit, you groaned out loud after waking up in your own bed. Your empty bed.
It felt like the universe was mocking you. Here you were, thrust back into your lackluster, frustratingly boring life after getting a taste of what could’ve been. Like a good dream that gets cut off right before the climax.
And that’s what you thought it was at first. A dream.
The sound of dripping water is what wakes you up, another reminder that the roof needs fixing and that you’re going to have to take care of it yourself. Rolling your eyes, you shove off the covers and swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing at how unforgivably cold the floor is.
If it weren’t for the bathroom mirror, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the marks at all.
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Note: The reader is implied to be nb. Instead of mom or dad, the reader is referred to as baba.
Warnings: Yandere stuff, mention of death, kidnapping, coercion
Word Count: 2.6k
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