Historias de Ateezfantasyau

Ever wondered how Ateez would react to your antics? Whether it's a playful argument, an unexpected confession, or a heart-racing moment of tension, this book has it all. From soft and flirty to chaotic and angsty, dive into a world of scenarios where Ateez reacts to you. 🔥 Romantic? Check. 😂 Hilarious? Absolutely. 💔 Angsty? Of course. Request your favorite scenarios and see how your bias would react! Updates regularly!

Ateez & Skz x named fem reader Fantasy au 7/10+ Angst, fluff, likely suggestive content later Warnings per chapter !soundtrack playlist found in the external link at the end of each chapter, each chapter will have a key as to which songs fit where as you're reading and the playlist will be ordered/updated per chapter! Also available on tumblr and AO3 under the same username :)

Lust for blood-shedding was her embodiment and the arena of tyrannical fighters was her home. Luna is a heiress of a malevolent realm, an unlikely damsel, and a hard-hearted figure worth fearing. Basked in a world devoid of love and scarce of light, who might have known the light she quenched for so long appeared because of a twisted union with the son of a distant realm? Time had passed since the blossoming of their bond and a flower was born from the depths of their forbidden love. And she was only left with one choice: hide it. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to bury the truth, fate had a way of intervening. A chance encounter, a gush of wind, a fleeting glance-all it took was one moment for the carefully constructed facade to crumble, revealing the hidden truth that lay beneath. And she was also left with an unending question: How far is she truly willing to hide a child?

"I want to know why you do it." "Why I do what." he asked, stripping off his overcoat. He flung it over the back of the couch without much thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Why you always save me. Every time I'm in trouble you always come to my rescue." I blushed as he kept undoing buttons and turned away as he slowly revealed his chest. "Should I not?" He asked in a bored tone. "That's not what I- I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I just want to know why." I spun around to face him again during my apology and was unable to take my eyes away from him as he peeled his shirt off himself. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my eyes roamed his chest appreciatively. As my eyes drifted lower, I noticed a thick scar course from the left side of his abdomen, across his hip and down before disappearing beneath his waistline. Realizing I was staring, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before looking up again. His dark eyes were already looking at me. "You're important to them." His reasoning made my heart ache. As he turned to head to the bathroom, my next words stopped him in his tracks. "What about you?" He stood there with his back turned to me. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before he finally turned, casting his beautifully dark gaze on me again. "Am I important to you?" Our eyes never wavered from each other. His heavy bootsteps echoed in the silent room as he stalked towards me. He didn't stop until he stood toe to toe with me. His hand slowly came up to cup my cheek. His eyes dropped down to my lips as his thumb lazily drug across them. His hand traveled to my hair, threading his fingers through the strands before releasing a heavy sigh and meeting my eyes, scorching me with the fire behind them. "There are feelings for you that I wish I didn't have." Cover credit - @escape-from-realitys-stuff