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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Title: Clumsy  

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Paring: Teacher! Seokjin x Teacher! Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Rating: Explicit (18+)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Summary: ‘Clumsy 'cause I'm fallin' in love’. 

Park Y/N has always been clumsy and it gets worse when she has a crush. The first time meeting Kim Seokjin wasn’t the best and her world came crashing down when she saw him laughing to himself after her spill. To make things even worse, everyone knows that she likes him except for him. Why can’t she win in relationships? 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Genre: Fluff, romance, two idiots in love, comedy, angst, and smut

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Playlist: Clumsy - Fergie 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Authors note: This isn’t a serious story. It’s very lighthearted and fun : ). I was also thinking about making drabbles for this story! Let me know if you would like because I have some ideas. 

“Y/N, you should be wrapped up in bubble wrap.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair as she stared up at the ceiling, “You're not helping me.” 

Her best friend, Kim Mingyu, let out a laugh and shrugged his shoulders, “I never said I was going to help you.” 

Y/N let out a groan and sat back up in her chair, “It wasn’t that embarrassing...” 

Mingyu tossed a chip into his mouth as he raised his eyebrow, “You knocked down a whole shelf in his classroom and then you broke his door when you tried to flee the scene. I think that's pretty embarrassing.” 

She crumbled up a piece of paper and tossed it at Mingyu’s head as she pouted, “Your so fucking annoying.”

“You just need confidence to be in the same room as him.” 

“It’s not that easy...” 

Park Y/N is clumsy, there’s no getting around that. From the moment she could walk, her parents knew she would cause heart attacks. Not from being pretty but from worrying them to the point their heart gives out. There were times when she wished she was like her older sister, Park Umiko and maybe then Kim Seokjin could fall in love with her. Seokjin would fall in love with someone who was a world-class ballerina and not a clumsy teacher. Umiko was elegant and she had this aura that brought people in. Umiko never tripped or broke something when she saw her crush, if anything they were tripping to get to her first. 

Seokjin has been her crush for the past two years and it’s embarrassing. For starters, she’s twenty-six. Who has crushes when you're almost thirty? The second reason is, everyone knows she likes him. When she says everyone, she means everyone. All the students talk about it in the hallways and some even have bets when the teacher is going to confess. If she could, she would die but she doesn’t have good health insurance so...staying alive it is. 

Mingyu frowned at her and stood up from the desk he was sitting at. He walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Y/N, you want to get dinner? My treat so you can forget this day.” 

Y/N looked up at him and nodded his head, “Can we get ramen with those special eggs?”

“Yes and yes you can get a beer.” 

Y/N stood up as fast as she could and grabbed her bag, “Make it two beers.” 

Mingyu rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “Whatever you want.” 

Y/N nodded her head at this, “Let me drink to forget.”

“You're such a drama queen.” 

They walked out of the classroom and she glared at Mingyu, “No, I’m not.” 

Y/N walked off but Mingyu rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall, “Forgetting something?”

Y/N stopped halfway in the hall and let out a groan. She walked back and pointed at Mingyu, “Shut up.” She closed her door and locked it up with a pout. This was the fourth time this week that she forgot to lock up her classroom. It’s Tuesday. She turned towards Mingyu with a glare, “I told you to shut up.” 

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Your face says enough.” 

They walked out of the school and went to the teacher parking lot. Along the way, Mingyu was making fun of her and the events that happened that day. She unlocked her car but stopped when she saw Seokjin getting into his car. The way he got into his car and still looked good needed to be studied. She didn’t understand how someone could be so handsome and cute at the same time. She shook her head and started walking but froze when she heard her name. 

She slowly turned around and saw Seokjin giving her a soft smile from his window, “Have a good night! See you in the morning!” 

She gave him a small wave and blinked her eyes, “Y-Yeah, se-see you in the morning.” 

She turned around to walk to her car but tripped on her shoelaces causing her to fall face first. Mingyu stood in the back and watched all this with an amused look. He sighed and shook his head. He went towards Y/N and helped her up, “So about the bubble wrap.”

“Mingyu, I will run you over with my car.” 

“If you can walk to your car without tripping then I’ll be scared.” 

She bit her lip and looked past Mingyu’s shoulder to see that Seokjin was already gone. She let out a small breath and placed her hand on top of her chest, “Thank god he didn’t see that.”

Mingyu patted the top of her head, “Let’s get you those beers to erase the embarrassment.” 

She smacked his hand away and crossed her arms over her chest, “Is ​​Seungcheol going to be there?”

Mingyu raised his eyebrow as he opened the car door for her, “Yeahhh....why?”

“I’m going to tell him that you were messing with me.”

“O-Oi!” 

The crush on Kim Seokjin happened so fast that it made scientists confused. Y/N had crushes and past relationships but she never felt this way towards someone. Every time she saw Seokjin smile the world would stop and it was just them. It was the story that parents would read to their children for bedtime (ignoring the fact that she wasn’t with him but you get the point). 

Two years of her constantly running away from him was now causing problems in her personal life. Her mother (bless her heart), was worried for her. So like any worried mother, you set up blind dates with your friend's son. Of course, Y/N entertained her mother by going on these dates but Y/N would always find a way to leave early (she’s really good at lying). “My friend is having an emergency, I need to check up on her. It was nice meeting you though.” “My roommate had to take my dog to the vet because something happened. I have to go.” (She didn’t have a roommate nor a dog). 

Her ex-boyfriend and close friend, Lim Jaebeom, has told her so many times to open her world up but she couldn’t. She fell for Seokjin hard and she was too stubborn to change her mind. All the guys that her mother set her up with, they weren’t bad but they weren’t Seokjin. It wasn’t the math teacher who could explain algebra to anyone or the teacher who sometimes took over the PE class. It wasn’t Seokjin and that’s what made them bad. The day she met Kim Seokjin was the day that was her downfall. 

Y/N sat in the meeting room typing away on her laptop for her next class. She heard the chair next to her and looked away from the screen to see, Jung Hoseok giving her a soft smile. Hoseok was her work friend and among all the teachers, she liked him the best. He was the dance teacher but on top of that, he was the earth science teacher. Two subjects that Y/N will never understand. 

“Did you hear?”

Y/N tilted her head at Hoseok with a confused look, “Noo....?”

“Since Mr. Lee retired, we’re getting a new math teacher. It’s their first day today.”

“Oh? It’s already a month into the new school year, isn’t it kind of late?”

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in the chair, “Yeah but Namjoon said he needed a teacher fast and he was the best teacher he interviewed.” 

“I hope he isn’t like Mr. Lee.” 

Hoseok let out a small laugh, “It was fun hearing his conspiracies about the world.”

Y/N shook her head at this and looked back at her laptop, “He was telling the students that the moon landing never happened and how Europe is made up.”

“To be fair, England isn’t real.”   

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, “Hoseok, I can’t with you.” 

“It’s true.”

Y/N finished the last sentence and smiled to herself, “All done. Do you want some coffee? I’m gonna grab some.”

Hoseok nodded his head, “Pleaseee~.”

The principal always made sure the staff was taken care of with goodies from his sister’s bakery. This time Namjoon brought coffee and strawberry shortcake. She poured the coffee and when she turned around she saw the new teacher walk in. He was in a simple white t-shirt and glasses and she glanced down at his plump lips. He was handsome. So handsome that it made her question. Why the hell is he a teacher? He should be an actor or a K-pop idol. She turned back around and felt her face get hot. She was going to introduce herself and make it known that she was cool. He looked like he liked cool girls. 

She turned around but didn’t notice her foot was on top of the tablecloth. She fell on the floor with the cake landing on her head. She rubbed her ankle and opened her eyes to see Seokjin laughing with the other math teacher, Suan Choi. She felt her whole body get hot and she went to get up but slipped on the frosting making her fall back down. Hoseok quickly made his way to her and gave her a concerned look, “Are you okay?” 

No, she was not okay nor will she ever be okay, “I-I’m okay.”

Hoseok helped her up and gave her his signature smile, “I’ll give you a 10/10 for that landing.” 

She took some frosting and put it on his face, “Shut up.” 

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

She turned her head to see Mingyu snapping his fingers in her face. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it, “I’m not a dog.”

“H-Hey, I’m sorry.”

She let go of his wrist and leaned back on his couch, “What did you say?” 

He rubbed his wrist and pouted, “You’re mean. I asked if you were ready to go on that date tomorrow?” 

She scoffed at this and took a sip of her beer, “No, my mom said this one is a good one.” 

He raised his eyebrow and rubbed her shoulder gently, “You should tell her that you don’t want this.” 

“I can’t say no to her. I hate seeing her sad.” 

Mingyu frowned, “What about you being sad?”

“I’m not sad...I get free food.”  

Choi ​​Seungcheol walked in and glanced at Y/n with a worried look. He dried his hair off with his towel and sat next to her, “Should you be drinking more? You have work tomorrow. You had two beers at the restaurant.” 

She pouted at ​​Seungcheol and shook her head, “This is my last one and I'll go to bed.” 

​​Seungcheol sighed and shook his head, “Y/N, you need to take better care of yourself.”

“It’s not my fault my embarrassment is making me drink.” 

Mingyu let out a small laugh and shook his head, “That’s not how it works.” 

​​Seungcheol glared at Mingyu (who immediately stopped laughing) and gave Y/N a gentle smile, “It’s going to be okay. Don’t think too much of it.” 

Y/N placed her beer on the coffee table and nodded her head, “I-I just don’t know what to do Cheoooolll!” She wrapped her arms around his waist and he sighed. He gently rubbed her back as she cried into his chest, “It’s okay, Y/N. Let’s get you in bed.”

Mingyu stood up and grabbed her slippers, “You can sleep in my bed.” 

Y/N looked at Mingyu and she gave him a tearful smile, “Really? I-I feel bad taking your bed.” 

“I can share a bed with ​​Seungcheol. It’s okay.”

​​Seungcheol picked Y/N up with ease and nodded his head, “Just get some sleep. I’ll have water and pills ready for you in the morning.”

“You guys are my best friends. I love you guys so much.”

“Yes, we know.” 

They walked into the hallway and ​​Seungcheol placed Y/N on the bed. He put the blanket on top of her and smiled at her, “Hopefully tomorrow is a better day, Y/N.”

She glanced at ​​Seungcheol and nodded her head, “I-to think that.” 

​​Seungcheol sighed and got up from the bed. He glanced at Mingyu, “We need to help her with this problem. She can’t keep drinking her embarrassment away.” 

“I know but I don’t know what more we can do.” 

“We’ll figure it out. Let’s go to bed.” 

The next morning, Y/N woke up to her alarm blasting in her ear. She frowned and glanced at the time. She locked her phone and looked up at the ceiling, Another day to embarrass myself. She groaned when the second alarm started and she slowly sat up, “I’m up.” 

She slipped her feet into her slippers and dragged herself into the living room. Walking into the living room, she saw Mingyu cooking breakfast and ​​Seungcheol setting the table, “Good morning...”

​​Seungcheol turned towards her and smiled, “Your water is on the table with your pills.” 

“Thank you...sorry for this happening again.”

​​Seungcheol shook his head and pulled the chair for her, “I’m just happy you went to sleep and were safe. Now sit.” 

The morning went on like normal and ​​Seungcheol drove Y/N to work this time. He was talking to her about Jaebeom and how he was planning on visiting soon. Y/N was surprised to hear this and looked at ​​Seungcheol, “He didn’t tell me he was coming...”

“He probably wanted to surprise you. When he comes, just act shocked so I won’t get in trouble.” 

She saluted him and nodded her head, “Whatever you say.”

He pulled in and smiled at her, “I’ll be picking you up. Mingyu pulled your car into the garage so don’t worry about it.” 

Y/N nodded her head and gathered all her bags, “Thank you~. I’ll see you tonight.” 

“Be careful today. Please.” 

She pouted and nodded her head, “Yes Dad.” 

​​Seungcheol got out of the car and opened her door. He gave her a smile, “See you tonight.” 

She waved goodbye to him and walked towards the entrance of the school. She glanced up at the window and saw Seokjin talking to Suan. She watched Suan grab Seokjin’s arm, laughing at something he said. She frowned at this and shook her head. No negative thoughts. It’s too early. She walked into the building and heard her name. She turned around and smiled, “Good morning, Hoseok.”

“Good morning~. I was going to ask if you wanted to get coffee with me real quick before school starts.” 

Y/N thought about it and shrugged her shoulders, “Sure, let me drop my things off in my class.”

“Let me grab that bag to make things easier.” 

“Thanks.” 

The two walked back outside talking about their lessons for the day. Unaware of eyes on their backs. 

Kim Seokjin was born into a family filled with doctors. It was a shock to everyone when he wanted to become a teacher. His parents supported him and even offered to pay for his college but he refused. He wanted to achieve everything on his own. Finding a job in Korea was hard, especially for teachers. Every school he went to was too uptight and it didn’t feel right. Getting accepted to Map of Soul Academy was purely by chance. He remembers the day when he got the call from Namjoon.

Seokjin was on his couch watching the K-drama on TV. Park Jimin entered the room and raised his eyebrow, “It’s noon on a Monday. Why are you here?” 

Seokjin pouted and grabbed his ice cream from the coffee table, “I have nowhere to be.”

Jimin sighed and frowned at his roommate, “I’m going to guess you didn’t get the callback.” 

“Very good.” 

Seokjin looked up at the ceiling and sighed, “Maybe becoming a teacher was stupid. I should’ve become a doctor.”

Jimin shook his head and sat on the couch next to Seokjin, “Don’t say that Jin. This is what you wanted to do. Don’t give up.” 

“That’s easy for you to say. You have a job.”

Jimin scoffed at this, “Dude, I hate my job. At least you're trying to use your degree.”

Before Seokjin could say anything, his phone started ringing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and he straightened up. He placed the ice cream in Jimin’s lap and picked up the phone, “Hello this is Kim Seokjin.”

“Hey, Jin. It’s Namjoon. I don’t if you remember me from college.” 

“Oh, I do. We had Biology together.” 

Seokjin heard a sigh of relief and he glanced at Jimin. Jimin raised his eyebrow and mouthed, “What’s going on?”. Making Seokjin shrug his shoulders, “Seokjin, would you like to have an interview today for a math teacher position here at Map of Soul Academy?” 

Seokjin stood up and nodded his head, “Yeah, I would love to have that interview.” 

“Is three o'clock okay?” 

“Yes, I’ll see you then.” 

“See you then, thank you again.” 

Seokjin turned towards Jimin and gave him a proud smile, “I’m putting that degree to work today.”

“You should wash your face. You have chocolate on your face.” 

He was forever grateful to Namjoon for giving him this job. Map of Soul Academy was a unique school. Unlike other schools, Map of Soul has four schools within one campus. Each school was based on different subjects, media, science, business, and medicine. He was hired into the media school and met unique teachers. It was clear that the media school was more lively than the other schools. Hoseok being the energetic earth science teacher and Kim Taehyung, the relaxed art teacher who only shows excitement towards art. It was rather different from what he expected. 

There was also L/N Y/N, the clumsy history teacher that brought smiles all around campus. It was clear that Y/N was popular with all the students. She is compassionate and fun to be around with but he wouldn’t know this because she always ran away from him. Ever since he first met her, he was intrigued by her. She wasn’t like any women he met, which is a good thing. 

“Ms. L/N, what can I do to help you?” Seokjin watched Y/N enter his classroom with papers in her hands, hiding her face. He tilted his head at her and frowned, “Are you okay?” 

Y/N let out a small cough and nodded her head. She handed him the papers but didn’t make eye contact with him. Before he could ask what the papers were, she ran away. It was obvious that her eyes were closed because she ran straight into the wall making his shelves fall down. He stood up from his desk with a worried look, “Ms. L/N, are you okay?”

She rubbed her forehead and ran towards the door. They made quick eye contact and she slammed the door close which caused the door to fall from the hinges. He blinked his eyes and let out a small laugh, “Cute.”

After fixing his classroom, he went to his car to end his long day. He got into his car but before he could leave the parking lot, he saw Y/N looking at him with wide eyes. He gave her a soft smile and popped his head out of the window and gave her a small wave, “Have a good night! See you in the morning!” 

She gave him a small wave and blinked her eyes, “Y-Yeah, se-see you in the morning.” 

He smiled to himself and watched her trip on her shoelaces. He went to unbuckle his seatbelt but saw a tall man help her up. He frowned at this, it wasn’t the first time she saw this man with Y/N. He had no idea who he was but it was clear that they were close. He shook his head and drove out of the parking lot. He looked through the mirror and watched the man get into Y/N’s car. He wondered who he was and what he was towards Y/N. 

Seokjin sat at the dinner table as his mother gave him a soft smile, “Did Seok-joong tell you?” 

Seokjin looked up from his rice and glanced at his older brother, “Tell me what?” 

Seok-joong rolled his eyes and set his bowl down, “Mom set me up for a date.”

He glanced at his mother and let out a small laugh, “You did what?”

His mom gave him a frown and nodded her head, “He’s almost forty and he’s single. I’m just trying to help him.”

Seok-joong scoffed at this and shook his head, “You set me up with a twenty-six-year-old. How is that going to help me?” 

“I want you to have someone. I don’t want you to be lonely. Lonely people die faster.” 

Seokjin glanced at his dad and raised his eyebrow, “Dad, did you tell her this?”

His dad shook his head and let out a laugh, “Her fortune-teller told her that one, son. I don’t want to intervene because she’s scared when she’s determined.” 

Seokjin nodded his head at this, “Mom, who is the lucky girl?” 

“Oh, Mrs. L/N’s daughter. You don’t know her but I’ve been told she’s wonderful.” 

Seokjin started coughing on his rice and took a drink of his water with tears in his eyes. He looked at his mother with wide eyes, “L/N!”

“Seokjin, are you okay?”

“Nevermind that, L/N?”

His mother nodded her head and gave him a confused look, “Is that okay?” 

Seokjin let out a small cough and nodded his head, “Yeah....” I’m sure it’s a different L/N. There’s no way it's Y/N.

The next morning, Seokjin went to work like normal. He was walking down the hallway with thoughts running around his mind. What if it’s Y/N? Will Y/N fall for Seok-Joong? It makes sense if she does because he’s a doctor. Who wouldn’t be in love with a doctor? It-

“Jin, are you okay?”

He turned around and saw Suan giving him a concerned look, “W-Why do you ask?” 

“You're gripping your hair tightly and you are muttering.” 

He let go of his hair and let out a small cough, “I’m okay. J-just thinking.”

Suan gave him a small smirk, “Was it about Y/N?”

Seokjin glared at her and rolled his eyes, “Stop talking nonsense.”

Suan let out a small laugh and grabbed his arm, “Every time you think about her, you mutter under your breath. You're so down bad for her, it’s funny.”

Seokjin felt his face get warm and looked at the window with a frown, “I’m not down bad...” He saw Hoseok and Y/N walking off campus and he frowned at this. Why was she always surrounded with other guys? Why was she so likable?  

“Jin, you're going to cause the glass to break if you continue to stare at it.” 

“S-Shut up.” 

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Tonight was another date and Y/N hated it. Her mother told her some details about the date and if she was a normal girl, this would be a dream date. A date with a doctor is like winning the lottery but of course, Y/N didn’t care about the lottery. She was dressed in a light pink dress, nothing special, and drove to the restaurant. After this date, she was going to take ​​Seungcheol and Mingyu’s advice. After this date, she was going to tell her mother, no more dates. She can’t handle them anymore. 

She walked into the restaurant and walked towards the hostess, “Table for Y/N?”

She looked up and went through the list of names. She nodded her head, “Table ten.” 

The hostess went back to her phone to watch something and Y/N sighed. She walked past the teenager and went towards a waiter, “Do you know where table ten is?”

The waiter blinked his eyes and nodded his head, “It’s by the window.”

Y/N nodded her head and squinted at the tag, “Thank you Jungkook.” She walked away from him and saw the table. There was someone who looked just like Seokjin. She stopped walking and her mouth dropped. Who the hell is this guy? She rubbed her eyes roughly and stared at her date who was the mere image of her crush. She pinched her arm and realized this was real. She slowly walked towards the table with a confused look, “Seok-joong?”

Seok-joong looked up from the menu and gave her a small smile, “That’s me. Don’t yell it out.”

She tilted her head at him and nodded her head, “I’m Y/N...” She slowly sat in the chair and she couldn’t stop staring at him with a confused look. Seok-joong looked around him and gave her a confused look, “Are you okay? Is there something on my face?”

“You just looked like someone I know...” 

“Is that a good thing?”

In a sense, yes. “It’s not a bad thing...”

Seok-joong nodded his head and took a sip of his water, “Well should we order dinner?” 

“Y-Yeah, we should.” 

Y/N took her phone out (hiding it under the table) and texted ​​Seungcheol, I need you to look someone up for me

Are you going to kill someone?

What no, I think I’m on a date with someone who’s related to Seokjin

Are you finally going crazy?

Look up Kim Seok-joong for me

Oh shit...that’s his brother

She looked up from her phone and looked at Seok-joong with a defeated look. Why couldn’t her mom set her up with Seokjin? She would’ve given her mother her paycheck every month for a year for the setup but no. Y/N took a bit of her pasta and let out a small cough, “So....family?” 

Seok-joong looked up from his steak and nodded his head, “Yeah, something that most people have.”

“You got a brother?” 

Seok-joong let out a laugh and nodded his head, “Are you trying to move on from me that fast?” 

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and shook her head, “No, No I didn’t mean it like that! Oh, god I just processed what I just said.”

“Relax. I have a brother, his name is Seokjin.”

Y/N stood up from the table and put her arms up in a victory pose, “YES! I WON!” 

Seok-joong let out a laugh and raised his eyebrow, “I’m assuming you know him.”

She felt her face get warm and sat back down. She let out a sheepish laugh and nodded her head, “I-I do know him. Well, I don’t know him like that but I know his name and I work with him.”

“You talk a lot when you're nervous. Did you know that?” 

“Noted...Did you want this date?”

Seok-Joong shook his head and took a bite of his steak, “Nope and I’m amused you didn’t want it either.” 

“No offense but no.” Y/N clapped her hands at this and smiled, “I think the universe likes me. I-I need your help.”

“My help? Do you have a rash on your body or something?” 

Y/N glanced down at her arms and then back at Seok-joong, “What? No. I need help with Seokjin.”

Seok-joong nodded his head at this, “What about him?”

Y/N started to play with her pasta and looked up at Seok-joong, “You see...how do I say this?”

“You have a crush on my brother.”

Y/N closed her mouth and nodded her head slowly, “I guess that’s how you say it....I can’t talk to him...I have no idea how to approach him.” 

“Seokjin is the easiest person to talk to. He goes up to people all the time to strike up a conversation. He does that all the time at the ER.” 

“Wow, he talks to patients on his days off. He’s amazing.” 

Seok-joong snapped his fingers at Y/N, “Don’t daydream on me. Why can’t you approach him? Also, this is the weirdest date I have ever had.” 

“This is the most helpful date I have ever had. I get very clumsy when I see him...I broke his door the other day.” 

“Ohh, that was you. He told us at dinner.”

“Oh god, he’s telling you guys my most embarrassing moments.”

“Well, it sounds like you do it a lot because he talks about you all the time.”

Y/N felt her heart beat faster and she leaned towards him, “He talks about me? Oh my god, he talks about me.” 

He let out a small laugh, “Maybe that’s why he was upset last night about this date.” 

“Upset?” 

Seok-joong took a sip of his water and nodded his head, “He was shocked when he heard L/N. That was the first time I saw that expression on his face.”

Y/N felt warmth go through her body and she smiled at this, “Really? What should I do? I can’t talk to him...I always mess up and look like an idiot in front of him.” 

“Don’t change the way you are. Just be more confident with him.” 

Y/N scoffed at this and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, “Why do men think it's that easy?” 

Seok-joong shrugged his shoulders, “It’s just Seokjin.” 

Seokjin glared at his phone and took a sip of his beer. Jimin glanced at Suna and then back at Seokjin, “So...why are you glaring at your phone?” 

Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged his shoulders, “No reason...”

Suna let out a small laugh and placed her beer on the coffee table, “It’s because his brother is on a date with Y/N.” 

Seokjin groaned at this and looked up at the ceiling, “I don’t need this.” 

Jimin let out a laugh and looked at Seokjin, “Is that the girl that keeps running away from you?” 

“Shut it.” 

Suan rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “Yes, it is. She's super nice and she’s popular with the men which makes Jin jealous.”

 “I don’t get jealous.” 

“Yes, you do.” 

Just then the door opened and Seokjin jumped up from his seat. He walked towards the door and was met with Jungkook giving him a confused look, “Hello?”

“Well, did you see him?”

“Jin, did you have Jungkook spy on Seok-joong?”

“Jimin not now.”

Jungkook put his coat on the coat hanger and nodded his head, “Yeah and it was with the girl from the picture you showed me.” 

“You have a picture of Y/N on your phone?” 

Seokjin glared at Suan and then looked back at Jungkook, “D-Did they look like they were having a good time?” 

“You do realize I had a job to do, right?”

“Okay and? Did they look like they were having a good time? Please tell me.”

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “I mean they were laughing...”

Seokjin frowned at this and he leaned against the wall with a frown, “She fell for the doctor. Of course, she fell for him.” 

Jungkook let out a small laugh and shook his head, “You don’t know that hyung.”

“You would fall for a doctor too.” 

“I’m not gay...” 

Seokjin let out a groan and rubbed his forehead, “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t actually...”

Seokjin walked back into the living and sighed to himself. He picked up his beer and glared at Suan, “Don’t say anything.” 

“You have to try harder to get her to notice you then.” 

Jimin nodded his head and looked at Seokjin, “Can you just admit that you like her first.” 

“Leave me alone.” 

Seokjin was waiting in his car for Y/N. After last night, he was going to try harder to talk to her and spend time with her. He wasn’t going to let his brother win. He took a sip of his water and his eyes widened when he saw Y/N getting out of her car. She was dressed in her normal attire but today she had this glow to her and he didn’t like that. That just gave him more proof that she had a good date with his brother. 

He took a deep breath and got out of his car as fast as he could. He walked towards Y/N and pushed up his glasses, “Good morning, Y/N.” 

Y/N froze in her spot and slowly turned towards the voice. Her eyes were wide and when she was met with the dark brown eyes, she dropped her lunch bag. Seokjin glanced down at the bag and picked it up for her, “Go-Good morning, Seokjin.” 

He handed her the bag and gave her a smile, “You can call me Jin.”

“J-Jin.” 

“I was wondering if you would come with me to get coffee.” 

She looked around her and then pointed to herself, “Yo-You want me to go with you to get coffee?” 

Seokjin let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah, we have thirty minutes until school starts.”

“I like coffee.”

“That’s good. I like coffee too.” 

After dropping her stuff at her classroom, the two walked to the local cafe across the street. Seokjin was talking the whole time while Y/N stayed silent. She couldn’t think of anything to say to him. She kept nodding her head but she stayed silent. Her dream was coming true and she couldn’t even express her happiness because of nerves. Seok-joong told her to stare at his lips or focus on his eyebrows but she couldn’t even look at him. Every time she looked at him, she wanted to kiss him.

“Y/N, do you want the croissant?”

She shook her head and looked at the croissant in the glass, “Y-Yeah...I-I’ll pay you back.” 

Seokjin shook his head at this, “You can pay for the next time.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened and whipped her head to look at him, “Nex-Next time!? 

Seokjin grabbed the coffee and the croissant with a smile, “Yeah, maybe this time we could get lunch instead and more time to hang out.”

Y/N almost dropped her coffee but Seokjin put his hand on the bottom of the cup, “We should go back before we are late for school.” 

“Ye-yeah.” 

Y/N entered her classroom and stared at her door with a confused face. She glanced at the coffee and croissant with a red face, “Did-Did that just happen?” 

“Ms. L/N, did you finally get asked out!?” 

She turned and pointed her finger at her student, “Ara! Sit down and don’t yell!”

“But Ms. L/N, you're yelling right now.” 

“Let’s start the lesson.”

“She’s ignoring us.”

At the end of the day, She was packing up after a long day of teasing from her students and Hoseok. It was annoying but she grew up with an older sister, she could take anything. The door opened and she looked up from grading. She sat up and smiled widely, “Jaebeom!” 

He gave her his signature smile and leaned against the door, “Yo. It’s been a while.” 

She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “How’s Jinyoung?” 

Jaebeom let her go and frowned, “You didn’t even ask about me?”

She let him go and let out a small laugh, “Fine, how’s my ex-boyfriend and his boyfriend?” 

Jaebeom shrugged his shoulders, “We’ve been good. I wanted to visit you and the guys. It’s been a while. Mingyu told me that your sports day was coming up. I wanted to cheer you on.” 

“You work in Tokyo, don’t feel guilty. We understand and yes, sports day is coming up. I don’t need cheering, I just need an excuse to leave it.” 

Jaebeom laughed at this and glanced at the table, “Need help grading?” 

“Please.”

Seokjin was walking down the hallway and he went to say goodbye to Y/N. He glanced through the glass and he felt his heart stop, Y/N was close to a man he had never seen before. This closeness was different from her with Hoseok and Mingyu, this closeness was warm and it was comfortable. It was clear they knew each other and the way she looked at him made him feel sick. He walked away from the door with his head hanging low.

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Y/N hated going out with her sister. Umiko made it known that she was better than her. With the way she dressed whenever they went out and the way she spoke changed. It always made her feel small but she never said anything because what was the point? This is how her sister was and there was no point in trying to change her. 

Her mother set up a dinner party with her friends, the Kims. She knew this meant she was going to see Seokjin and she was ready for the first time. Jaebeom gave her encouragement and told her to show off the side she never showed to people. Her sexy side. She had one but she didn’t know how to use it but tonight that was going to change. She was going to get Seokjin's attention...well she would try. With her sister there, she didn’t know how this night would turn out. It was either her crying because Seokjin noticed Umiko or her crying because Seokjin noticed her. 

She entered the restaurant and her eyes landed on Seokjin who was in the corner. She fixed her skirt and took a deep breath. She ignored her sister's stare and walked towards Seokjin. She pushed her hair behind her ear and gave him a small smile, “H-Hi, Jin.”

Seokjin glanced and his eyes widened. Y/N was in a dark blue off-the-shoulder dress that made her curves stand out. He knew she was cute but to see her like this, this was different. He let out a small cough and placed his glass on the table, “Hey, you look great, Y/N.”

Y/N glanced down at her dress and smiled to herself, “I-I bought this dress.” 

Seokjin let out a small laugh, “I would hope so or are you a criminal?” 

Y/N shook her head and let out a small cough, “I-I would be a horrible criminal. Especially if you were the cop.”

Seokjin raised his eyebrow at this and leaned down to be closer to her face, “Oh? Why is that?” 

“Yo-You make me nervous.” 

“Don’t be nervous around me. I want to hear you talk more.” 

She felt her face get hotter and she nodded her head, “Ye-Yeah...I’ll talk more.” 

He grabbed her hand and headed to the balcony without anyone noticing. He stood in front of her and smiled, “Can I ask you something personal?”

She tilted her head and slowly nodded her head, “I-I suppose.” 

“Are you single?” 

She blinked her eyes and let out a small cough, “I am.”

His eyes widened and he couldn’t stop the excitement that was flowing through his body, “Really?” 

She nodded her head, “I’m sure you heard about my date with your brother but...it was obvious that it wouldn’t work out.” 

“That actually made me feel better.” 

Y/N tilted her head at this, “Make you feel better? Why?” 

“Y/N, I-”

“Y/N, who is this?” 

Y/N looked past Seokjin and frowned, Umiko was standing there in her elegant black dress that showed off her beauty. Y/N hated how Umiko was looking at Seokjin, it made her feel uneasy. Y/N swallowed some spit and looked down at her shoes, “This is Kim Seokjin. He’s a math teacher at the school.” 

Umiko nodded her head and glanced at Seokjin up and down, “A teacher? I would’ve suspected a K-idol with the way you look.”

Seokjin let out an awkward cough and nodded his head, “Thanks...umm and you are?”

“I’m Park Umiko. I’m visiting family for a short term. After this party, I have to get on the next flight to New York for my job.” 

Seokjin nodded his head and glanced at Y/N, “Can we talk later?” 

Y/N looked up and nodded her head with a small smile, “Yeah...” 

She walked away from the scene and she didn’t even bother to look at them one last time. It would only break her heart. Umiko always wins and this annoys her. She will never win, she had to accept this.

Umiko watched her sister leave and turned towards Seokjin with a small smirk, “So, Seokjin-”

“It’s rude to interrupt a private conversation.” 

Umiko’s eyes widened at this and let out a nervous laugh, “What do you mean? You were talking to my sister, it wasn’t private.” 

“But it was private. I didn’t want to call you out in front of her because it felt inappropriate. Now what do you want?”

Umiko scoffed at this and crossed her arms over her chest, “I just wanted to know you...is that so bad?” 

“Yes, especially when I was talking to someone. Now, I’ll see you at the dinner table.” 

Seokjin ran out of the balcony leaving Umiko dumbfounded. His eyes landed on Y/N who was talking to his mother and he smiled at their smiles. He slowly walked towards them and smiled at his mother, “Hello, mom.”

“Oh, Seokjin. Y/N was just telling me about her lesson the other day. She’s so intelligent.” 

Seokjin smiled at this and glanced at Y/N who shook her head, “I’m just average-”

“Y/N is one of the most intelligent teachers I have ever met and I’m proud to work with her.” 

Y/N glanced at Seokjin with wide eyes, “Really?” 

Seokjin nodded his head, “The students talk about you all day and I’ve seen your lesson plans. You're brilliant.”  

She smiled down at her shoes, “Thank you, Jin.” She looked back up and glanced at the balcony to see Umiko smoking with annoyance. She had never seen Umiko so annoyed before but it made her feel better. Even though that was terrible to say, she needed a win. 

Seokjin glanced down at her hand and wrapped his pinky around hers with a smile on his face. She glanced down and then back at him, he looked down at her and winked. She smiled at this and went closer to him. Seokjin’s mother watched this with a smile on her face. At least one of her sons will get with someone. 

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Today was field day and Y/N hated this day. Last year, they had to play soccer against the students and she fell on her back after trying to kick a goal. The year before that, she went to hit the ball in baseball and she let the bat go. She hated sports day but this year was different. She wanted to impress Seokjin and this was her moment. All week ​​Seungcheol, Jaebeom, and Mingyu were training her for this moment. She was ready to play but she wasn’t ready for the game to be volleyball. All the sports she trained for and volleyball wasn’t on the list. 

She ran onto the court with the rest of the teachers and her eyes landed on Seokjin. He was the referee and he looked great in strips. Her face got warm and she didn’t even notice the game started, “Y/N! We need you!” 

She shook her head and nodded her head towards Hoseok, “O-Okay!” 

Jaebeom leaned towards Seungcheol, “Is that the guy who she has a crush on?”

“Yeah...I’m hoping this game goes well.” 

Y/N went to hit the ball but the ball fell right in front of her. Jaebeom sighed and shook his head, “I just want her to hit the ball once.” 

Mingyu nodded his head with his arms crossed, “She’ll hit the ball but she won’t hit over the net.” 

“Oi, have faith in her.” 

Y/N walked towards the water and frowned to herself, she hadn’t hit the ball once. She took a sip of her water and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Seokjin giving her a soft smile, “Are you okay?”

She felt her face get hot and she looked back down at her water, “I-I’m okay.” 

“Just remember, it’s just a game. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“I-I’ll try.” 

He patted her shoulder, “I’ll be cheering you on.” 

She watched him walk away and her mouth fell open, “He-He’s cheering me on!?” 

Y/N went to the court and felt fire go through her body. She was going to get a point and she was going to do it for Seokjin, “Game...Start!” 

She ran across the court and went to hit the ball but somehow, the ball hit her square in the face. Seokjin's eyes widened and ran towards her, “TIME OUT!” He walked towards her and pushed the ball away, “Y/N, are you okay!?”

She let out a small moan and opened her eyes, “Did I hit the ball?” 

Suan walked towards her and shook her head, “Technically you hit it but not the way you're supposed to hit it.” 

“Suan, you're going to be the referee. I’m taking Y/N to the nurse.” 

Before Suan could answer, Seokjin picked up Y/N and ran towards the nurse. Mingyu glanced at ​​Seungcheol, “I guess that worked in her favor.” 

“Shut it.” 

Seokjin placed Y/N on the bed and got her ice pouch. He placed the ice on her head and she couldn’t stop staring at him, “Th-Thank you, J-Jin.”

“Are you okay?” 

“I-I just have a headache.” 

Seokjin nodded his head and grabbed Tylenol for her. He ran his fingers through her hair and let out a small sigh, “Your face is red. Are you sure you're okay?” 

She swallowed some spit and nodded her head, “I-I’m okay. Don’t worry.” 

“I can’t do that. I worry about you constantly.” 

She blinked her eyes at this, “Wh-What do you mean?”

Seokjin felt his body get warm and let out a small cough, “I-I..I care for you.”

“Yo-You care for me!?” 

Seokjin glanced down at her lips and sighed, “Fuck it.” 

He leaned down and placed his lips on hers. Her eyes widened at the sudden action but she slowly closed them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him in closer and he happily accepted it. When they pulled away, Y/N looked at him with a shocked face, “You kissed me....does that mean-”

“Yes...”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” 

Seokjin let out a laugh and shook his head. He placed his forehead against hers and smiled, “I-I like you.” Y/N nodded her head and she fainted causing Seokjin's eyes to widen, “NURSE!” 

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  Extend Ending ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 

It was Seokjin’s birthday and he got everything he wanted. He got the cake he wanted from his mom and Y/N placed the said cake on the table without falling. The greatest gift he got this year was Y/N, herself. What more could he ask for? Which is how he landed in this situation...

The warmth of his hand made Y/N feel so hot and helpless. He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her ear causing her to let out a surprise gasp, “J-Jin.” 

Seokjin let a small smirk appear and continued to kiss her neck. His fingers slipped down his skirt and he sneaked his fingers to push Y/N’s underwear to the side. He thrust a finger into her aching hole and smirked at her shaking, “You were the one that wanted this. Don’t act too shocked.” 

“I-I-”

“Shush. You don’t want anyone coming up looking for us, right.”

She felt her face get hot and shook her head, “No...”

“Then stay quiet.” 

She felt her back arched against his body as her mouth fell open. His fingers were a work of art. They were long enough to reach that spot that made her see the stars. She clenched around him and covered her mouth, “W-Wait...not there. Ji-Jin.” 

She was embarrassed because it was her fault that this happened. She couldn’t help herself because she saw Seokjin in a casual black shirt. He looked so good and she couldn’t stop herself. She started to finger herself in his bedroom, thinking it would be quick and she would go to dinner without anyone noticing but Seokjin noticed. He always noticed. 

He moved his fingers faster into her and she let out a small whine. She was dripping down to his fingers right to his wrist. She couldn’t believe the mess she was making on his bed sheet, “Ji-Jin, I’m so-” She felt her face get hotter when she watched Seokjin lick away her juices, “J-Jin, don’t do that.” 

“It’s not my fault you taste so good.” 

His lips landed on Y/N’s and in a steady swoop, Seokjin hoisted her by her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist as the kiss deepened. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning against his plump lips. His hands gripped her ass and thighs as she felt his cock at her entrance. 

She pushed him away her lips shined in the moonlight, “Jin, your mother-” 

“I know.”

“We have to-to hurry.”

Seokjin let out a deep chuckle and kissed her neck, “You just had my fingers and now you want my cock...so selfish.”

“St-Stop.” 

He unbuckled his pants and hoisted Y/N up a little. He pulled down the pants and boxes. She glanced down to see his swollen head and she felt her face get hotter. He buried his cock into her pussy and she let out a loud gasp. Even though this wasn’t the first time they had sex, she never got used to his size. He squeezed the flesh of her ass and as he tried to find his rhythm, “God, always so tight.” 

He began to thrust into her and his pace was causing the bed to shake a little. Her face turned hot at the sound and she hid her face into his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair and continued to thrust, he kissed the top of her head and let out a small laugh, always so cute. He felt her clench and he brought his fingers to press harshly against her clit. She let out a small sob and Seokjin kissed the side of her head, “It’s okay. Let it go.” 

She closed her eyes and did just that. She let out a small gasp and wrapped her arms around his neck, “It-It’s too much.” 

“I know, baby. I’m almost there.” 

Her body goes limp and before he could spill into her, he pulled his cock out and the sticky white fluid went inside her underwear. She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Yo-You need to stop doing that.” 

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “Let me live my fantasy.” 

“Jin! Y/N! Is everything okay!?” 

Y/N pushed Jin off and fixed herself up, “We-Were okay! I wasn’t feeling good! We’ll be down soon.” 

Jin got up from the floor and glared at her, “Did you just push me off?” 

“Yes...hurry up before your mom thinks we had sex.” 

“She would be happy because that means she would get a grandchild.” 

“JIN!” 

Jin let out a small laugh and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Thank you for the birthday gift.” 

“Sh-Shut up.” 

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Crossed Lines || George Weasley

Title: Crossed Lines Pairing: Single Dad!George x Nanny!Reader Summary: Crossing the line between professional and personal is always a risk, and this time it’s one George is willing to take.  A/N: I love dad!george and you can pry him from my cold dead hands. Feedback is always appreciated! <3

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George Weasley never imagined his life would turn out this way. 

As a man in his mid-20s, he was living the life most would be envious of. For starters he and his brother started their own company as teenagers, and now several years later they are still their own bosses. Not to mention he’s a single man, living in central London, free to do whatever and whoever he pleases. He gets to do what he loves, makes his own decisions and he makes enough money to do whatever he wants while also saving enough for his future. 

That is until one fateful Tuesday morning, when he answered the door and found a car seat sitting on the welcome mat with the smallest baby girl he’d ever seen tucked inside. Whoever left her there was long gone, and when George brought her inside the note that fluttered to the floor revealed him as the father, with whoever wrote it stating that they weren’t cut out to be a Mother and the baby was George’s problem now. 

Two weeks and one paternity test later, George took full custody of his daughter Remi.

Despite having no real hands-on experience with babies, and having no intentions of having children for at least a decade, the second George held that little girl he knew in his heart that he could never give her up. So in the blink of an eye George Weasley went from a single man to a single dad.

Thankfully his family is the best, and rallied around him as he settled into fatherhood. Fred took on more responsibility at work so George could have a more flexible schedule, and his Mum moved in to help him as he learned how to be a Dad. And of course his siblings were always more than eager to babysit when George needed a break. 

But now that Remi is six months old, four months after she was dropped off at the front of his brownstone, it’s time for his life to resume. He misses work, and while he loves having his Mum around, he’s desperately in need of having his privacy back. Not to mention all the parenting books he’s consumed over the last few months all talk about how important it is for babies to have a routine, and it’s hard getting into one when George’s work schedule is in the air and Remi never knows if it’ll be her grandmother or her dad getting her up from her nap. 

When discussing what childcare arrangements George wanted now that he’d be back at work full time and Molly would be back up North, both Fred and his Mother vetoed his idea to just have Remi at work with him all day. Day care seemed like the obvious solution, but even after touring the best rated facility in London George was hesitant. He hated the idea of dropping his daughter off at some strange building everyday, and wasn’t too keen on the idea of Remi not being the only child someone was looking after. 

So George tasked his Mum with finding him the best Nanny in all of London. 

While more expensive than daycare, George liked the idea that Remi would be at home where she’s most comfortable and she’d have her caretakers undivided attention. Not to mention he liked how easy it would be to stop by and get some time with his baby whenever he could sneak away from work.

He left all of the hiring decisions up to Molly, citing his inexperience with raising a child. Who better to pick the person that will be caring for his child than the woman who raised seven of her own kids? 

And George didn’t regret trusting his mother for a second. 

Well until he answers the door on his Nanny’s first day, only to find the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen standing on his doorstep. 

She smiles up at him brightly, and George curses himself for not at least asking his Mum for a picture of his Nanny. All she had told him was that her name is Y/N and she has a degree in early childhood development. Truthfully, when George thought about having a Nanny, he always pictured an older woman who was looking for work now that her children have grown and flown the nest. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine someone like Y/N standing on his doorstep. 

“Hi,” she greets awkwardly when George doesn’t say anything. “You must be George, I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Snapping out of his daydreams, George gives her a nod. “Nice to meet you as well. Come on in.”

He steps aside so Y/N can walk through the door, and he has to suppress a shiver when their bodies brush. She can’t be much younger than him, and the subtle scent of strawberries wafting from her skin is driving him crazy. George shuts the door a little too hard, before motioning for her to follow him into the living room. 

Remi is sitting on the floor supported by some kind of special pillow Fleur bought for him, drool running down her chin as she chews on a toy. George watches as Y/N gets a look at his daughter for the first time, and the smile that takes over her face is breathtaking. 

“Oh my goodness,” Y/N coos as she approaches, crouching down in front of Remi. “And you must be Miss Remi,” she greets, her voice soft and cheery as she reaches out to stroke the baby’s cheek. “Your Granny has told me so much about you, Gorgeous. I’m Y/N and I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

George is a puddle as he watches this woman interact with his child. That little girl is his entire world, and watching people fall in love with her always fills him with pride. Remi giggles as Y/N strokes her tummy and a grin breaks out over George’s face. 

“She likes you.”

“I like her too.”

Remi squeals with joy as George scoops her up in his arms and he presses a kiss to her wet cheek before he places her on his hip. “Let me show you around and get everything sorted before I have to head off to work.”

Y/N follows behind George as he gives a quick tour, taking note of where everything is. Which is harder than it should be, since she’s distracted by the adorable baby and the gorgeous man that’s holding her. Molly had shown Y/N dozens of pictures of Remi during the interview process and talked about her nonstop, but she had been pretty silent when it came to her son. All she said was that George was young and had become a father unexpectedly when Remi’s mother abandoned the two month old on his porch. 

Her heart had broken for the little girl and her father, which made saying yes to Molly’s job offer a piece of cake. And as George points out all of his daughter’s favorite things Y/N is sure in her decision to take this job. It’s clear that George doesn’t know a lot about being a parent, but it’s even more clear that he’s trying his best and he loves his daughter with every fiber of his being. 

Y/N would be lying if she didn’t admit how attractive that is. Seeing this man who so clearly used to live the bachelor life bend over backwards to give his daughter the life she deserves is a major turn on. It doesn’t hurt that he’s extremely good looking either. 

But it’s really in her best interest to push those kinds of thoughts away considering the fact that George is her boss and he’s trusting her to care for his child. Remi is the only Weasley Y/N will allow herself to fall in love with. 

“So as far as a routine goes, Remi doesn’t really have one,” George admits sheepishly as they make their way back into the living room. “When she gets cranky we put her down for a nap and when she cries we feed her. We tried, but with my work schedule always changing and my Mum and I switching on and off, nothing we tried ever really stuck.”

”That’s what I’m here for,” Y/N reassures him with a smile. “It’ll probably take a few days for Remi to settle in from the change and get used to me, but once things settle we’ll start putting a routine in. And I’ll write everything down so you can follow it on the weekends as well.”

“Ugh, you’re amazing,” George gushes, and he doesn’t miss the way Y/N’s cheeks flush. “Okay well I guess that’s everything. I should head out now.” He’s thankful that Y/N turns away, pretending to look at her phone so he can have a private moment with his daughter. 

“I love you Rem-Dog,” George murmurs as he presses his lips to the top of his daughter’s head. “I gotta go to work now, but I’m gonna miss you so much. And you’re gonna have so much fun with Y/N. Okay, baby?”

George kisses his daughter one last time, pressing his nose to the crown of her head and taking a deep inhale of her sweet baby scent before he pulls away and hands Remi off to Y/N. 

“Call if you need anything,” George says as he walks towards the door. “My cell and office number are on the fridge. I should be home by five but I’ll call and let you know if that changes.”

”Sounds good.” Y/N follows George out, picking up Remi’s hand and making her wave. “Say bye to Daddy, Remi. Say don’t worry about me, everything’s going to be okay.” Her voice has that same dreamy quality it did when she first greeted Remi, and it immediately puts George at ease.

Y/N stays on the porch while George climbs in his car, bouncing Remi as she makes the little girl wave. He keeps his eyes on them for as long as possible, sighing when they disappear out of view. 

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“Well your first full week back is almost over,” Fred starts as he enters George’s office. “How does it feel?”

”Fucking exhausting,” George groans, flipping Fred off when he laughs. 

Truthfully he really has enjoyed being back in the office. Over the past few months he’s been pretty hands off with the business, only coming in for important meetings or for emergencies, and it’s nice to get back working on the actual fun parts of his job. But holy hell is George tired. 

After being at work all day George heads home, and after a quick pass off Y/N also heads out, putting George on Dad duty for the rest of the night. Which he totally loves after being away from Remi all day, but by the time he gets her fed, bathed and settled in for the night he’s absolutely exhausted. It doesn’t help that she’s started some kind of sleep regression since he went back to work, so he’s up a few times to put Remi back down. 

When discussing with his mom what he might want from a nanny, they had discussed whether the position should be a live in one. George had shut that down pretty quickly, adamant that he only wanted someone there when he couldn’t be and that he could handle everything else. But after only one week he’s already considering asking Y/N if she’d be willing to make that change. 

And if part of that is motivated by his craving to spend more time with his nanny it isn’t anyone’s business.

The only time he gets to spend with Y/N is the few minutes before he leaves for work when he hands Remi off, and then the few minutes in the evening before they do it again when he gets home. But seeing the way she lights up when she talks about his daughter has George craving her presence every moment of the day. 

It helps that Remi seems to be just as infatuated with Y/N as he is. When he got home from work last night, Y/N had gushed about how amazing Remi has been, and that she barely seemed to need an adjustment period. She explained that sometimes babies have difficulties getting used to their parents being away and having a stranger in the house, but from that very first day Remi took everything like a champ.

The photo George has on his phone of Remi fast asleep on Y/N’s chest from Monday afternoon is a testament to that. The little girl has formed a bond with her nanny right from the start, and George knows his daughter would be thrilled to have some more time with Y/N.

“And how’s the nanny? Still hot?” Fred asks as he plops down in a chair across from George’s desk.

”Ugh, fuck. I never should have told you that.”

”Don’t worry, dude. I’d never try and screw one of your employees,” Fred assures. “Especially one that you wanna fuck too.”

George throws a pen at Fred in an attempt to knock the stupid grin off of his face. “I don’t wanna fuck Y/N.”

”Oh right, you wanna kiss her and hold her and date her and make love to her,” Fred teases.

”You’re such a fucking prat.” George sighs, shuffling some papers on his desk. “Fuck this. It’s Friday and I’m tired and I wanna see my baby. I’m going home early.”

Fred stands up as George starts to collect his things. “Fine, go back home to your girls. I’ll see you later.”

He’s almost out the door when George registers what he’s said and he whips a pad of post it notes at his brother’s retreating back. “Fucking prick!” He shouts, trying to ignore the bright pink blush on his cheeks. 

-

George’s decision to ask Y/N to move in is solidified the second he comes through the door. 

Remi’s cries echo off the walls, and he barely has the door shut behind him before he’s barrelling down the hall towards his daughter. When he reaches the living room George stops in his tracks. Y/N is slowly swaying back and forth, quietly murmuring to Remi as she rubs her back soothingly. His daughter’s red face is pressed into her nanny’s neck and even from across the room George can see how wet her cheeks are. 

“Is she okay?” George asks as he approaches, his voice frantic. 

Y/N spins around so she’s facing him, an attempt at a grin crossing her face. “Teething,” is her simple reply, and George nods in understanding. 

He vaguely remembers when Victorie, his niece, started teething since Bill often came to hang out with Fred and George when he needed a break. Not that George can blame a baby, if he had something sharp cutting through his gums and had no ability to verbalize the pain and ask for help he’d be screaming his head off too. 

“Yeah, my Mum thought she might be close to cutting one in the front.” Y/N passes Remi to him when he holds his hands out, and he immediately cuddles her close to his chest. “It’s alright, love. Daddy’s here.”

Y/N can practically feel her heart melt as she watches George soothe his daughter, and she silently kicks herself when she realizes how attractive it is watching this big man hold a baby. Of course she’s read those books, the ones where the hot single dad and the nanny end up falling in love and becoming a family. But when she graduated from Uni and decided to go into private care over a day care or teaching she had promised herself she would always remain professional.

Except the moment George Weasley opened his front door that notion went right down the drain. 

Watching this man be a parent makes her ovaries ache, and in a futile attempt to squander any feelings she may have for George, Y/N has tried to keep their interactions to a minimum. She keeps their hand-offs as brief as possible, showing up in the morning with only a few minutes to spare and exiting so quickly in the evening that George barely has his shoes off before she’s out the door. 

The last thing she needs is to fall in love with the man who signs her paychecks. 

It doesn’t help that Remi is probably the best child she’s ever looked after, and considering she started babysitting at 10 that’s a huge compliment. After only a week she already has formed an attachment to the little girl, and it pains her everytime she has to hand her back at the end of the day. Which usually ends up pissing her off, because how could the woman that gave birth to such a beautiful baby just give that all away? 

Apart from today’s teething related meltdown Remi has been nothing but a ray of sunshine. She giggles at everything, and Y/N instantly fell in love with her gummy smile. She’s also learned that Remi is a baby that loves to cuddle, and she spends most of her afternoon laying on the couch, holding the infant close to her chest as she sleeps. 

Sometimes she feels thankful for that horrid woman who gave all of this up, because Y/N is the one who gets to bask in the glow of little Remi. But sometimes those thoughts lead her down the bath of daydreaming what it would be like to be Remi’s Mum, and by extension George’s wife, and she has to shut them down quickly. Lusting after a life she can’t have is not helpful. 

“I put some of her teethers in the freezer,” she explains as George starts to sway back and forth in his own attempt to soothe Remi. “The cold will help soothe and numb the pain, but if you have a hard time getting her to bed you can give her some children’s tylenol.”

Y/N can feel her heart breaking as Remi lets out another wail, hating the fact that she is about to leave when she’s still so upset. She steps closer to George, resting a hand on Remi’s back before she leans in to kiss her tear-stained cheek. 

“Bye, Rem-Dog. I’m going to miss you so much, but you have your dad here with you, yeah? And I know you’re in pain but go easy on him, okay? I can feel the anxiety rolling off him,” she pauses to look at George, giving him a teasing wink before she refocuses her attention on the baby. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“You got this, George,” Y/N reassures, giving his arm a squeeze. 

She turns to grab her things and head out when a hand closes around her wrist. 

“Wait, Y/N,” George calls, tugging so she turns to look at him. “There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about, before you go. I was wondering if you’d consider becoming a live-in nanny?” He rushes the question out, clearly nervous.  

“You want me to move in?” Y/N asks, her voice breathy. Immediately she clears her throat, shaking her head to bring her back to reality. This is George asking for more help with his baby, nothing more. 

“I do yeah,” George confirms with a nod. “I'm in way over my head, and I could really use the extra help in the evenings. I can tell how attached Remi is to you already, and I know she’d love to have you around more.” He leaves out the fact that he’d love to have her around more too, figuring that would be anything but helpful to hear. “I’d pay you more, obviously, and you’ll still have the weekends off. If you’re stuck in a lease I can pay to get you out of it, anything you need.”

“I’ll do it,” Y/N agrees without even taking a second to think about it. 

Is moving in with her hot boss and his incredible daughter probably a bad idea? Absolutely. But with the wide grin George is directing at her it’s easy for Y/N to push all of those negative thoughts to the back of her head. 

Besides, living here with George and Remi is a good thing, she’ll probably learn all of George’s annoying habits and whatever feelings are starting to develop will fade just as quickly as they started. 

At least Y/N hopes so.

-

Turns out her plan to use moving in with George as a way to diminish her feelings for him is a failure. An epic, fucking failure. 

Because as it turns out, George has no annoying habits. 

When he wakes up with Remi in the morning he’s quiet, taking extra care to whisper and tiptoe around as to not wake Y/N up before her alarm. When he makes his breakfast he always sets some aside for her as well, and there’s always a fresh pot of coffee waiting. He’s always sure to clean up after himself, to the point where sometimes Y/N forgets he even lives there. And despite the fact that she moved in to help him out more, George is always respectful of her time. When he gets home from work he takes over with Remi, giving Y/N some time for herself. When she takes over again, putting Remi to bed, George always cooks them dinner and they spend the rest of the evening talking and hanging out. 

Everyday it feels less and less like she’s his employee helping him care for his daughter and more like they’re a couple caring for their baby together. 

Which Y/N knows is a bad thing, and there’s constantly a voice in the back of her head telling her she needs to put up boundaries to keep both George and Remi at arms length. But the more time she spends around them the harder it is. She is quickly discovering that she isn’t just attracted to George’s looks and his dedication to being a father, but to his personality as well. He has a great sense of humor and such a kind heart, and Y/N finds herself missing his presence when he’s not around. 

So again, her plan has been an epic failure. 

It certainly doesn’t help that three weeks into her new live in position, Y/N rushes into the nursery one night to comfort a screaming Remi only to find her boss standing in the middle of the room shirtless as he rocks his daughter. 

“Oh,” Y/N gasps as she steps in the room, alerting George to her presence. When he spins to face her it takes all of her willpower to keep her eyes focused on his face and not his naked torso. “I just wanted to check and make sure everything is okay.”

George swallows thickly, reminding himself that he’s got his crying child in his arms and now is not the time to be ogling his nanny. But fuck is it hard. Because Y/N is standing there in the tiniest pair of sleep shorts and the thinnest tank top George has ever seen, her hair still mussed from sleep. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he mumbles once he finds his composure. “I was hoping to get her back to sleep before she woke you, I’m sorry.”

Remi’s been cutting two new teeth this week, and it’s safe to say sleep has not been something happening here in the Weasley house. He and Y/N have been taking shifts during the night, but he could tell that the lack of sleep was starting to wear her down, so when Remi woke him tonight his sole mission was to soothe her back to sleep as quickly as possible.

“And is there a reason why the two of you are half naked?” Y/N teases, and even in the dim light George can see the blush tinting her cheeks.

George shrugs a shoulder, giving her a grin. “I read in a book that skin to skin contact is supposed to help comfort babies.” Truthfully he hadn’t even considered the possibility of Y/N coming to help him, so George hadn’t given it a second thought when he stripped Remi down to her diaper before he pulled his own shirt off. All he wanted to do was soothe his child, but seeing the way Y/N is having a hard time from looking at his bare chest George is thankful for his actions for a totally different reason. 

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Y/N responds playfully, and she doesn’t miss the way George’s eyes scan her body. It sends a shiver down her spine, and if there wasn’t a crying baby in his arms she certainly would be throwing herself at him. 

Over the past few weeks Y/N has had an inkling that the feelings she has are not totally one sided, and the way George is looking at her now is confirmation. Clearly they are both trying to keep from crossing into unprofessional territory for Remi’s sake, but she’s not sure how much longer they’ll be able to resist this pull. 

“Go back to bed,” George instructs, his voice low. 

Y/N nods, her stomach fluttering at the command in his voice. Wanting him to be just as affected as she is, she approaches George, maintaining eye contact as she places one hand on his bare shoulder and the other on his abs. She smiles to herself as he tenses under her touch, leaning in to kiss Remi on the forehead. 

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

Just as quickly as she was there Y/N is retreating, looking back over her shoulder at George as she lingers in the doorway. 

“Sweet dreams, George.”

As soon as she’s gone George tosses his head back and groans. “God damnit,” he mumbles. He looks down at Remi, who’s cries have finally started to quiet. “You two girls will be the death of me I swear.”

-

It’s the first sunny day they’ve had in weeks, so when he woke up this fine Saturday morning he decided a picnic in the park was the best way to spend it. Even though it’s technically her day off, after he’d packed up the food, Remi George had stopped by Y/N’s room to see if she wanted to join them. Much to his delight, a yes was coming out of her mouth before he’d really even finished asking. 

And as he watches her push Remi in a swing, both of them giggling like crazy, George knows one thing for certain: he’s fallen for his nanny. It’s something he’s come to terms with in the two weeks it has been since that night in the nursery. After the way she touched and teased him George had an inkling that his feelings for Y/N were mutual, and their interactions these last few weeks have only confirmed it. 

For starters, touching has become a normal part of their relationship. Now when they pass Remi back and forth it’s normal for their hands to brush, lingering just a few seconds too long. When they sit on the couch together in the evenings Y/N takes the spot right next to him, as opposed to sitting on the opposite end like she had previously. It seems like both of them take every opportunity to be close to the other. 

Their conversations seem to have a flirty air to them now too, with both of them taking every opportunity to make the other blush. Not to mention the fact that Y/N is supposed to have the weekends off, and yet she somehow always ends up spending them with George and Remi. 

Sometimes George even forgets that Y/N is his employee, because when the three of them are together it just feels like they’re a family. Much to George’s pleasure it seems that way to others as well, because on at least four different occasions when the three of them have been out together people have complimented them on how adorable their daughter is, and Y/N has been mistaken as his wife at least a handful of times. Even strangers know that they’re meant to be together. 

And George is just waiting for the perfect moment to make it official. 

He grins as Y/N starts to head towards him, holding his arms out for the baby. 

“Dada, dada, dada!” Remi babbles as Y/N places her in his outstretched hands, and it makes his heart burst just like every other time she’s said it. 

“Hi baby,” George coos, settling Remi down on his lap. He shivers when Y/N takes a seat next to him on the blanket, their sides pressed together tightly from how close she chooses to be. “Did you have fun on the swings?”

“Yes I did,” Y/N answers for Remi, her voice morphing into the delicate tone she always uses when talking to the baby. “Y/N is so much fun, Daddy. So much more fun than you,” she teases.

They both let out a laugh when Remi reaches for Y/N, seemingly confirming her words. 

Instead of taking the baby Y/N leans into George’s side, holding out both her hands so Remi and grab on to her pointer fingers. George immediately wraps an arm around her waist, pressing Y/N even closer into his chest. It feels so natural that George has to resist his urge to lean in and kiss her on the forehead. 

Y/N smiles as Remi tries to shove her fingers in her mouth, keeping her attention focused on the baby so she doesn’t get lost in George’s eyes. She can feel his gaze on her, and it’s taking everything in her not to return it. 

She shouldn’t even be here right now. She’d had plans to get brunch with some of her Uni friends, but the second George stopped in the doorway of her room, a stupid smile on his face and his perfect baby in his arms as he invited her on a picnic she couldn’t say no. It’s definitely not normal, the amount of time she spends with George and Remi when she’s off the clock, but Y/N stopped caring about that weeks ago. In reality, George could never pay her another cent and she’d still be sitting right where she is. 

Which should terrify Y/N, but it doesn’t. 

“I can’t believe how big she’s getting,” George comments, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. 

She hums in agreement. “It’s crazy how fast they grow at this age. I swear some days she grows overnight.”

“She looks so much like her mom.”

Y/N freezes, just watching George stroke his fingers over the dark, wispy hair that covers Remi’s head. He’s never talked about her before, and Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about the woman who makes up the other half of Remi’s DNA. 

“Maybe,” Y/N comments, grinning as Remi giggles. “But she has your eyes and your smile.” When all George does is hum in acknowledgement she continues. “What was she like? Remi’s mom?”

George shrugs as best he can with Y/N pressed against him. “I don’t know, really. Which sounds awful. We didn’t really spend too much time talking, if you get what I mean. I had totally forgotten about her until Remi showed up on my doorstep and the note from her fell out onto the ground.”

“I know I probably shouldn’t think ill of someone I don’t know,” Y/N says cautiously. “But it must take an awful person to just abandon their baby. Especially a baby like Remi. I mean, what if you weren’t home? Remi would have just been sitting out there on the porch for who knows how long.” She shudders in horror at the thought. “I just can’t ever imagine leaving her behind.”

The protective tone in her voice drives George crazy in the best way possible. He knows, obviously, that Y/N cares for his daughter, but hearing her be so angry at the woman who abandoned his daughter is something different. 

“I know what you mean. Being a dad was something I never even considered. But the second I held that baby for the first time I knew I could never give her up.” George pauses, considering his next words carefully. “Sometimes I think about what life would be like, if Remi’s mom had come to me when she found out she was pregnant and we had the opportunity to be a family. But I don’t think I would have liked it that much.”

“Oh?” The soft tone of George’s voice is sending goosebumps all over her body. “Why is that?”

“Because then I never would have needed a nanny, and Remi and I wouldn’t have met you.” 

His words take all of the air out of Y/N’s lungs, and her heart feels like it might beat out of her chest. Because she’s had those thoughts too, and as selfish as it is Y/N has always come to the same conclusion as George. Remi will never know her biological mother, and part of Y/N aches for that little girl. But a larger part of her is thankful that Remi will never know the pain of her mother’s abandonment, and she’s thankful that she gets to be the woman in her life. 

“Thanks for coming with us,” George murmurs after a few moments of silence, causing Y/N to finally look up at him. He has the dopiest grin on his face and it makes her heart race. 

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” Y/N responds, and the conviction in her voice lets George know she’s being honest with him. 

George reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear, and he grins at the hitch in her breath. “Remi likes spending so much time with you.”

“Just Remi?” she asks teasingly, digging her teeth into her bottom lip. 

“No,” George murmurs honestly, reaching up to trace Y/N’s jaw with his thumb. “Not just Remi.”

-

Things finally come to a head a few days later, and they have to decide whether to end this arrangement all together or finally cross that line. 

-

“Y/N? Remi?”

Y/N grins as George’s voice echoes through the house as the front door clicks shut behind him. “Living room!” she calls back. 

As soon as George comes into view Remi starts babbling, her tiny fists reaching out towards George. “Dada, dada, dada!”

They’re sitting on the floor, with Y/N’s back against the sofa as Remi sits in her lap so they can read a book. But as George comes closer Y/N tosses the book aside, focusing on the man approaching her. Ever since the picnic in the park they’re subtle glances have become more obvious, and she doesn’t shy away from checking George out. 

Because damn that man knows how to wear a suit. 

“Hey Rem-Dog,” George greets, taking a seat on the floor across from Y/N. He opens his arms as Y/N lets Remi go, waiting for her to crawl closer before he swoops in. Picking Remi up under her armpits George hoists her in the air, blowing raspberries against her belly to make her laugh. 

Y/N waits for George to return the giggling baby to his lap before she acknowledges him. “Hi. How was work?”

George shrugs, giving her a smile. “It was okay. Couldn’t wait to get home though.”

The intensity in his gaze makes Y/N blush, and she clears her throat as she looks away. “Well it’s a good thing you’re here now,” she manages to squeak out once she’s calmed down. 

Things have felt so intense between them lately, but Y/N is waiting for George to make the first move. While she’s absolutely sure he feels the same way as she does, she doesn’t want to risk it by being the first one to make a move. Because on the off chance she goes for it and George rejects her, not only will Y/N be humiliated but she’ll lose Remi and that’s not something she’s willing to risk. 

“Yeah, good thing.” George leans down to kiss the top of Remi’s head. “How was she today? Any problems?”

Y/N chuckles at the notion of Remi being anything but a perfect angel. “Nope, she was perfect, as per usual. She tried broccoli for the first time and went down for her nap easily. And every time I’d show her a picture of you she’d reach for it shouting Dada.”

That makes George’s heart melt. “That’s my smart girl,” he coos. 

They both just watch for a minute as Remi squirms on George’s lap, one of her hands fisted in his dress pants while the other smacks his knee. No one says anything, but the silence between them isn’t awkward at all. 

George suddenly takes a deep breath and just as he’s about to open his mouth to say something Remi cuts him off. 

“Mama, mama!” she babbles for the first time, her little arms reaching out towards Y/N as she makes grabby hands. “Mama!”

Tears immediately spring to Y/N’s eyes, and she stands up, turning away from George so he can’t see how affected she is. “Oh. Um. I’ll be right back.”

George watches dumbfounded as Y/N disappears down the hall, presumably into his room. “Shit, shit shit,” he murmurs, standing up to follow after her. He places Remi in her playpen, kissing her quickly on the forehead. “Hang on, baby. Dada has to go check on Mama.”

Y/N’s door is closed when George reaches it, and he gives a tentative knock. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, George!” She calls, but George can hear her sniffling. 

“No, you’re not.” He pauses, grabbing the doorknob. “I’m coming in.”

She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, furiously wiping away tears and George immediately takes two steps into the room before falling to his knees in front of her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she dismisses, shaking her head. “I don’t even know why I’m crying to be honest. It shouldn’t be a big deal, obviously I’m not Remi’s mom-”

“But you wanna be,” George murmurs, cutting her off. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, George,” Y/N apologizes. She wipes away the rest of the tears on her cheeks before she starts to push him away. “Let me just pack my stuff and I’ll be out of here, I’m sorry.”

George grabs Y/N’s wrists, keeping her hands pressed to his chest but keeping her from pushing him away. “What the hell do you have to be sorry for, Y/N?”

“I’m her nanny, George. I’m just supposed to be looking after her while you’re at work or whatever. I’m not supposed to be imagining a life where she’s my child and we’re a family. I crossed a line and you should fire me.”

“Fuck that,” George scoffs. “Look at me, Y/N.” He doesn’t continue until Y/N meets his gaze. “If anyone here crossed a line it was me. The second I saw you on my porch that morning I was fucked, I wanted you in every single way I could have you, Y/N. Hell, I asked you to move in under the guise that I needed more help with Remi when in reality I just wanted an excuse to be closer to you.”

George’s confession shocks her, and a humorless chuckle leaves her lips. “Really?”

“Really,” George confirms. “So if I should fire you for what you did, then you should quit for what I did. And if you really want to leave I will walk away right now. I’ll head back into the living room and sit with Remi while you pack and I’ll let you walk out the front door.”

“And if I don’t want to leave?” Y/N immediately asks. 

“Then I’m going to kiss you, and once I've conveyed to you how much you truly mean to me, we’ll go back out to the living room to spend time with our daughter. Because Y/N, you stopped being just the nanny weeks ago. And I think you know that.” George gives her a pointed look. “The choice is yours.”

Her choice comes in the form of her hands fisting in George’s shirt seconds before she pulls him into a kiss. George’s arms immediately wrap around her waist, and he pulls Y/N off of the bed and into his lap, needing to get her as close as possible. 

“Dada! Mama!”

Remi’s shout breaks their kiss, but George keeps their foreheads pressed together as they chuckle. “I guess we’ll have to wait until Remi goes to bed to cross other lines.”

Y/N shakes her head, playfully smacking George on the side of his head. He can be such an idiot. But at least he’s her idiot, and that’s all that really matters. 

[moonfawnx]

Whispers of our past

Rhysand x Celine (oc)

Chapter one

Warning: SA at the end (very light description, you can skip the last few paragraphs if uncomfortable with this)

Rhysand’s head was spiralling.

He was just laying down on his fiancee’s bed, admiring her as she did her nightly routine, knowing she’d move to do the same stuff to him as soon as she was done applying body cream on herself.

The amount of love she offered him everyday was unreal.

Her soft strokes in his hair when he went to her, tired after court meetings, her sweet voice as she read novels to him, her gentle touches as she washed him when he was too overwhelmed.

He remembered when he first met her. She was walking around in Velaris, buying food ingredients as well as a book. He tried to make small talk to her. as he approached her and gave her a gentle smile.

“Hello” Rhys purred, using that flirty voice of his that usually had women on their knees.

“Hi ther- oh, high lord” she bowed her head gently.

Rhys tried to contain his frown, as the gorgeous female in front of him acknowledged him with his title-never his name.

He was used to it by that point. to be seen as nothing more that the lord he is. So why did it upset him that the female standing in front of him used his title?

“No need for formalities- call me Rhys, please” he gave her a soft smile.

“Well alright then, Rhys”

And when she flashed a smile at him, he could have sworn his heart dropped.

She was ethereal- her beauty unmatched.

He felt his cheeks flash hot.

The high lord, for what seemed to be the first time since he was a child, looked at the ground, blushing only because of a simple smile.

His eyes landed towards the bag she was holding, full with groceries to the brim.

“expecting any guests tonight?” he tried to avoid her deep eyes- avoid her making him stumble through his words.

“No” she chuckled “i just really enjoy cooking, but..”

Her eyes searched for his, as he finally looked up and stared at her back.

“But what?” he whispered, the simple conversation about food with a stranger he’d just met five minutes ago, suddenly turning intimate.

“But you could join me for dinner” she toyed with her hands, anxiously.

Rhys was very used to females making the first move on him. Actually, he could count on one hand how many times he had to approach a female on his own.

But this…this felt different because Rhys knew she wasn’t proposing a hookup. He’d had enough of those to recognise when one is proposed.

And Rhys thought, why not?

So he agreed, and followed her to her house.

They got in, and she instantly took him to her kitchen, and made him wash his hands before she took out her groceries.

“So” he tried to start “what do you want to eat?” he asked her and begged, begged that she had something prepared and the groceries were just for a salad or starter.

He couldn’t have the gorgeous female he’d just met, who obviously had a passion of cooking, based on how well kept her kitchen was, and the huge stack of cooking books where there were loads of handwritten recipes hanging out, that he was a truly awful cook.

He’d tried to cook many times- but never managed any of his food to look or even taste normal, except his steak, of course.

His steak was the one plate he could make and be proud of.

Then she passed a cutting board to him.

Fuck.

She gave him some peppers and cucumbers, and then brought out a very sharp knife, as he peaked in her drawer- and saw at least 20 different kinds of knives.

He gulped and took the knife from her with a weak smile.

Unfortunately, his pathetic skills at chopping showed from the first few slices.

Fortunately, he felt two delicate hands, sliding over his own and finding his palms as she took lead of his chopping.

“Let me show you” she sais, as the previously weirdly cut vegetables, slowly turned into even pieces.

His cheeks flushed a deep red, once again.

As he felt her slowly remove her arms from his, when the were done, he turned around and looked at her.

“You didn’t tell me what we are making” he brushed his hands on her cheekbone as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

This time, it was her turn to flash red, before she quickly turned around and pulled out more groceries.

And as he saw it, he could’ve sworn his knees nearly crumpled with relief.

“Steak” she said “ I was in the mood for steak- but we can make something else if you wish-“

“No!” he stopped her and smiled again. “steak is perfect. Let me take care of it”

He started thanking the gods above, as he realised he could treat her with the one single skill he had when it came to cooking.

So Rhys did.

He made a perfectly cooked steak, as she made some mashed potatoes, and then they made their vegetables together.

The amount of peace and happiness he felt being with her was insane considering they’d mer earlier that day.

As they laughed and giggled and grinned, Rhys knew that this would be much more than what it seemed.

And he was right.

He had no idea back then- what she’d be for him.

He left shortly after they ate, as she placed a kiss on his cheek and for the third time that day, he flushed red again.

And he ended up going back.

Every. single. day.

And his heart glowed with happiness as he thought about how far they’d come.

His magnificent fiancée.

The one who accepted every single part of him, loved him above all else, and showed him the most love he’d ever felt.

His Celine.

Rhys stared at his soon to be wife, as she got up from her vanity chair and walked towards him- and then he was undone.

Not in the sexual way- not in the way she’d gotten him undone earlier that day, as he pounced on her and has his face buried deep within her in a matter of seconds. Not in the way she’d taken him so far in her throat, as he groaned her name and fisted her hair. Not in the way he’d eagerly stuffed her full, and went for it hard and rough, even though they were usually more soft together, except when she was in her ovulation week.

Not in any of this ways.

Rhys came undone in a much different way, as his fiancée smiled at him softly.

His fiancée- not just that.

His mate.

The mating bond snapped for him as he quickly rumbled some excuse about court stuff he’d forgotten to take care of, and vanished into air.

He saw Celine’s confused expression right before he left and gods did he want to stay and make love to her for another five hours, as the crease of confusion between her brows became a crease of pleasure as her mouth made an o.

But he couldn’t- no he had been planning his attendance to the party under the mountain for so long, how he’d kill Amarantha, so him and his mate could live a stressless life.

And then, after he would be done with it- he would marry Celine, at the finest view in Velaris, and he’d reveal the bond to her, and make her his queen, and have the future he so badly wanted with her.

He was rushing, the event only a few hours away, as he gathered weapons and wore a fine suit. He was well aware that even though he always had Celine join him in meetings or balls, this was not one where she could come with him.

So, hours later, Rhys was drinking, chuckling at Kallias and Helion as they made jokes about each other. He occasionally looked at the throne, where Amarantha was seated, her long legs revealed through her thin black dress, that covered very little.

Her gaze landed to him- and a wicked grin appeared on her lips. She lifted her glass of wine towards him, and he did the same, trying to sweet coat her into getting closer.

She got up from her throne, and eventually made her way to Rhys.

“Well well, if it wasn’t for the High Lord of Night” she got close- too close for his liking.

Surely too close for Celine’s liking too.

“Thank you for hosting us” was truly the only thing he could think of saying, as her eyes glowed with something Rhys couldn’t quite place, but he knew he really hated it.

They danced around many themes and conversations, about the drinks, the decorations, and different lords. He was trying to get closer, make her relax so he could go for the final blow.

But, oh why did it feel like he was the one relaxing instead?

He realised too late- too fucking late what was going on, as the poison in his drink finally took over him, as the mountain was warded, imprisoning everyone.

In his final moments before he blacked out, Rhys tried to reach out for his fiancée but- her wards were up. Why was she blocking him out? In her years of exploring her daemanti magic with him, she’d never done that before.

Rhys was panicking, head spiralling and he threw shields around Velaris- hiding his home and blocking everyone out. He reached out for his cousin, as he gave her a brief explanation and asked her to take over his responsibilities for as long as needed- and before Rhys could inform Mor of the whereabouts of the cottage he shared with Celine, which was kept a secret by her own choice, his mind went dark.

It was a month and a week later. A month and a week of being locked inside that sickening place, with miserable soldiers obeying their evil queen.

They were escorting him to her bedroom. This past month, Amarantha had been trying to torture information out of him- the whereabouts of his court and army.

As he held strong, he gave her the name of the court of nightmares, hoping that would keep her distracted from Velaris. But when a few days later he was informed of half of that court being slaughtered, Rhys truly began fearing.

Celine- she was still out before he shielded the place. Had she figured how to get in? Was she still outside of the borders? Did Amarantha kill her too?

No- she couldn’t have. She was his mate. He would feel her if she- if she died.

But he knew that Amarantha’s search had to end as she would quickly be able to find his family, court and mate. He was desperate, willing to do anything to avoid that kind of disaster, that kind of danger to his loved ones.

But as she told him her repulsive needs, his “only” choice of protecting whatever he needed to protect- Rhys thought he was going to vomit.

He couldn’t, no, no, no, he couldn’t. He was engaged to his mate, about to be married and held a strong loyalty to her and her only- and also he would never in his life touch such a disgusting female as Amarantha in such way.

“Stop trying to change my mind. It’s either you please me, Rhysand or forget about your people” there was that wicked smile again, the one he hated so badly.

His silence annoyed her though so she decided to make Rhys aware that she knew far more than she expected him to.

“Do not even for a moment think” she grabbed his chin and made him look as her, as her soldiers restrained him “that i’m not aware of that pretty little female of yours. Celine, isn’t it?”

His eyes widened.

“Don’t you fucking dare-“ he growled in her face.

“oh no, no do not think of using such vile tone to me, will you sweetheart?” her claws drew blood on his cheeks. “wasn’t really a smart choice, to build your home with her where it can be found. Where you that foolish that you thought the fiancée of a high lord would be kept a secret?”

He couldn’t breathe, he was going to burst. Had she gotten to Celine? Dis they have her now? Gods,et her be safe.

Please, he begged to any available higher power.

But it seemed like his prayer wasn’t heard, as Amarantha began undressing him. The soldiers held him tighter as he thrashed around.

“Please- please there must be another way- I can give you anything” his begging again fell on deaf ears, as she undressed herself too.

She layed on the bed, legs spread as she nodded her head down to her heat. And as they forced his head down to her, his heart fell as he became aware of what was happening.

Rhys obeyed with what was expected of him, getting her to her high twice as his face was covered in her and he so desperately tried not to vomit. Only for the safety of his love- he kept reminding himself.

Would his love understand? Would his love be disgusted with him after what he just did?

But as Amarantha pulled him up and ordered her soldiers away, he again prayed that his mate would forgive him, as he entered the witch.

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Do You Remember My Old Names?

GIF by userbrielarson

Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 15

Bittersweet, Mutual pining, Goodbyes.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I really love this one so much!

Masterlist | This collection | AO3

Captain Marvel enters her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest while reaching her next destination, that is, until she senses someone else’s presence in her space home.

She walks slowly, pointing one of her lit up fists in a general forward direction, "I know you’re in here, who are you? Who sent you?" she warns the intruder as she steps further into the ship.

Once she reaches the living room, she turns on the light to reveal you, sitting on the couch unbothered, "You scared me!" she sighs in relief, putting her arm down.

Your face lights up when you see her, "Boo!"

"Wait." She looks around, alarmed once again.

"We're alone, I checked," you reassure her, she remains skeptical, "twice."

She frowns, glancing at the entrance, "Did anyone see you come in?"

"I've been doing this for twenty years, I'd appreciate it if you would trust me a little by now," you say lightheartedly.

"Sorry, I’m still worked up from the mission."

"It's okay, you did a great job, Captain," you congratulate her while placing your tablet by your side.

A blush appears on her cheeks, "Thanks."

You're the agent in charge of the intel for all of Captain Marvel's missions. You do all the background checks, remotely scout every scene before she arrives, and know the ins and outs of all her jobs. You're in her comms whenever things go south and have gotten her out of trouble more than a few times in all your years working together.

Being such a key component to the strongest Avenger's work means you are forced to live in the shadows. You periodically change your name, your looks, and even your accent, it also means that you aren't allowed to be seen with The Captain.

Although you work together on a daily basis, being in your presence has always brought a kind of unease to Carol. For starters, you never show up when things are going peachy, but also, being around you makes her nervous, you seem to have an unquestionable power over her, something she has never felt with anyone else before.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Agent—" she stops herself, "what do I call you this time?"

"Whatever you want," you shrug, your title isn’t important anymore.

"Is everything alright?"

"…Yes." Carol might not be familiar with your physical mannerisms, but she can tell by your voice that something is pressing on your chest.

You share the most intimate relationship two people can have. You know everything about her, you look out for her everyday and her safety is your number one priority, but you aren't allowed to interact outside of work, even less so, in person.

On the flip side, Carol doesn't even know your real name, she only knows all the pseudonyms you've gone by throughout the years, still, she knows to seamlessly put all her trust in you, your voice is the first and last thing she hears during her missions.

It took her a while to get used to it, to let her walls fall down and be vulnerable with you, but she realized, in due time, that you would never let her down. You're always a step ahead whenever she needs you.

Carol offers you a cup of freshly made tea as she takes a seat beside you, "I only just told Fury, so don't say anything, but I’m retiring," you explain.

"Oh, congratulations?" She isn't sure how you're feeling about it, this is the last thing she was expecting, her heart begins to beat faster without her consent and she can't tell why.

"Thanks, I can't wait to get away from this job," you chuckle.

"Bullshit, you love your job, even more than I love mine which is a lot to say."

She doesn't know that the only reason you love your job so much is you get to work with her everyday, but it's not enough for you anymore, you're tired of hiding, of having to move around all the time. You can't deal with not being allowed to talk to her, to see her whenever you want.

Carol’s mind is racing, she’s beginning to worry about her future without you, how that’s going to affect her work and, by extension, the lives of so many other people, she’s worried that whoever takes over for you won’t be as skilled, as capable, as trustworthy…that they won’t care for her the same way you always have.

Regardless of how she feels about the news, she can tell you’re at peace with your decision, so she tries to be supportive,"I’m gonna miss you, we make such a great team, I haven't had a mishap in three years." It takes everything in her to keep her act together.

"I know, you're welcome," you grin.

"Do they have a replacement for you?"

You give her an apologetic look, "I think Fury is taking over while they find a good fit." Your mind is made up even though you know this isn’t the best way you could have done things.

It becomes clear to Carol that this arrangement is truly sudden, "I’m surprised he let you go so easily."

"He put a up tough fight, but I’m not budging." Goose jumps on your lap asking for cuddles, and you oblige.

"Why not?" She responds a little too quickly.

You take a deep breath, "I’m just over it, you know? This kind of thrill, it was fun when we were younger, but some of us do age."

"Do not pull that card on me, I can throw you into a Light-Speed Engine and give you powers too!" She's only half joking, she would do anything not to lose you.

"Oh, no, thank you, I just wanna go home, settle down, stop hiding from everyone," be with you, "get a cat, maybe?"

She points at Goose, "I have a cat."

"She's not a cat," you retaliate, prompting the flerken to hop off of your lap.

"Did you come to say goodbye, then?" She accepts her fate, as devastated as she is to see you go, she understands you completely, she always has.

You nod sadly, standing up, as she does the same. "Goodbye, Captain, my years working with you have been the best of my entire life."

"I hope you can finally find the peace you’re looking for."

You share a comforting hug that carries everything you both left unsaid, one that’s full of melancholy and bittersweet happiness for the opportunity to have known each other for so long. She doesn’t dare move until you let go, her nose is now red and her eyes are brimming with tears.

You gently run your hands up and down her arms, "You’re gonna do great without me, everything is gonna be okay, I promise," you reassure her.

She only nods trying her best to believe you, after all, you have never let her down.

You exit the ship as Carol turns to the coffee table after seeing an object out of the corner of her eye, "Wait, your forgot—" but it’s too late, the door has already closed behind you.

She picks up the small card and finds your real name, phone number, and address on it, flipping it over, she immediately recognizes your handwriting that reads, "Come find me, I love you."

[4jax4jax]

Rebuffed

Sub Ajax Petropolus x Dom Reader

Summary: Denial is the greatest pleasure of life.

Warnings: 18+, aged up, M x F, strong orgasm denial, crying, vaginal sex, handjob, blowjob, choking, slapping, mild-bondage, lots of begging, use of the titles “ma’am” and “mommy”.

Word count: 2.6K

You knocked on Ajax’s door and waited for a few seconds before he opened it, looking down at you and a smile almost immediately appearing on his face. 

“Hey, what’re you doing here?”

“Hey Ajax, just wanted to come see you. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You pushed him back and shut the door behind you. You had been looking up at him with sultry eyes. He looked at you with a confused expression before finally breaking into a smile. 

“I guess that's one way of saying hello.” 

He chuckled lowly, mostly to himself, before speaking again. 

“What brings you today?”

He seemed almost completely oblivious as to what you were insinuating. It was endearing. 

“Just thought I’d stop by and say hello to my favorite person.”

You reached out your hand and placed it over his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him.

He grins widely as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer. The contact made you sigh softly.

“You know me too well. Come in, let’s have some fun.”

“What kind of fun?” 

You ask, sensing you both had completely different things in mind. 

His grin widens even more.

“Well, how about we start with dinner? We can talk and catch up while we eat. Then afterwards, maybe we can go out for ice cream or something? Sounds good?”

You give a light sigh as if you were contemplating it. After a few seconds, you gave him a suggestive smile.

"I was thinking of a different kind of fun."

You began to push him back slowly and towards his bed. His eyes light up with excitement, and a glint of something else. 

“Oh really? Tell me what you have in mind then.” 

By the time you had spoken again, his knees were pressed against the edge of his bed frame. You stopped moving him back and instead just pushed him down by his shoulders so he was sitting. He smirked up at you in excitement and reached out to hold your hips in his large hands.

“For starters, I was thinking I could tie you to your bed and have my way with you, then from there on I decide how I want to use you.” 

You reached out and traced his jawline with your fingers.

He gulped subtly before taking a small shuddering breath. He nodded and looked up at you with wide eyes, almost looking frightened.

“A-Alright, let’s do it.”

With an evil smile, you roughly laid him out against the plush cushions and blankets of his bed.

"Stay still."

You ordered with a stern voice. You turned around and opened his dresser and pulled out a roll of rope. As you had done all of this, he stared at you wide-eyed, obviously scared, but also aroused.

“Y-Yes ma'am.”

You walked back over to him and quickly straddled him, rope in between both your hands. You pulled his wrists towards your own body and began to tie them up. 

He tried to move away from you, but you held onto him tightly and whispered in his ear.

“Don't worry love, I won't hurt you. Just relax and enjoy this.” 

With that, you lean back away from his face and finish tying both of his wrists before securing them to his headboard and looking down at him.

“How do you feel, baby?"

Your voice was filled with true genuine care, wanting to use him however you pleased but also wanting to make sure he was comfortable.

He gulps nervously and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“T-This isn't so bad...I guess..”

You leaned down and lifted his chin and began to kiss his neck, feeling him shiver and sigh.

He moans softly and closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Mmm..that feels amazing.”

You gently brought your hand up to his neck and lightly squeezed it, testing the feeling. He gasped slightly, then it had dissipated into a soft moan. He had been unable to contain the pleasure he was feeling, despite the feeling being foreign. 

“Yes.. please don't stop.”

You cracked a small smile in amusement at his neediness so early on. 

"You like it that much, hm?"

You questioned as you squeezed his throat harder and began to kiss him on his collarbones.

He trembles beneath you and whimpers, arching into your touch, practically begging for any stimulation, in any way he could get it. 

“Yes.. please keep going..”

"Beg for it."

He looks up at you pleadingly, desperately wanting you to continue no matter what. He was slowly but surely getting to the point where he’d do anything to have you satisfy him. 

“Please, let me feel all of this. Please.. Give me more.”

You smirk down at him and slap his cheek lightly, making sure not to hit him too hard yet.

"You can do better than that. Beg harder."

He blushes deeply, averting his gaze.

“P-Please, let me love you. Make me yours.”

You grab him by his jaw and slap him harder this time. The expression on your once smiling face had turned into one of anger. Your tone had dropped, and every word you spoke was laced with rage. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Ajax, or you get nothing.”

His cheeks flush deeper with embarrassment as he meets your gaze, nodding slowly, not wishing to be scolded anymore, despite it burning a new flame inside of him.

“Y-Yes, Ma'am. Anything you want. I’m sorry..” 

You smirk and lean down to lick his neck all the way up to his ear, before softly whispering into it.

"Good boy”

You finally lift your body up and grind onto him gently, teasing him. He groaned loudly, panting heavily as you teased him further, until eventually you gave in and allowed him to experience true bliss. 

You sunk down onto his dick and squeezed his neck tightly. He cried out in pleasure and tried to move his hands to touch you, but the rope prohibited it.

“Please let me free Ma’am, I need to touch you..” 

You lean down to kiss him, obliging only because you had missed the feeling of his warm hands all over your body. You leaned forward and untied his hands, watching as they immediately flew to grab onto your hips without permission. 

You pull back and smile evilly before pulling your hand back and slapping him across the face. He yelped in surprise and stared at you wide eyed, trying to process what happened. Aside from the red mark that was slowly appearing, his face was already flushed and red from embarrassment and arousal. 

“W-What was that for?” 

You give him a smile out of fake pity and run your hand gently over the mark before leaning down and kissing the area.

"I'm sorry baby, just couldn't help it. You looked too good."

He smiles softly and nuzzles against your touch, clearly relieved that you didn't actually hurt him. 

“Thank you, Ma'am. It felt amazing.” 

His gratefulness for everything you did only fueled the narrative of how absolutely desperate he was for you always, and how much he truly adored you. You smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips before returning to grinding and riding him.

He moaned louder and started thrusting upwards, pushing himself closer and closer towards climax. His breathing stuttered and quickened and his eyes fluttered shut as he reached the peak of ecstasy. He threw his head back against his pillow and practically screamed out a moan. 

You slow down your movements to a torturous pace, grinding your hips down against him and watching as he practically shrivels at the change in pace. 

"You wanna cum, Baby?"

He nods vigorously, panting heavily from the intense exertion. His eyes opened wide and he looked at you with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than for you to bring him to his orgasm. 

“Yes, please.. Please let me cum.”

It would never be that easy, he always knew that.

"Beg for it then.” 

You clenched around him as your body moved slowly. His breathing shuttered and his eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of his head, an intense shiver running all the way through his body.  

His breath hitched and he looked pleadingly into your eyes, begging with every ounce of strength he had. His voice was whiny and breathless, he sounded so helpless, but not helpless enough. 

“Please, Ma'am. I need this so badly..Please let me cum.” 

You shook your head disapprovingly, making him whimper. 

"You're not being convincing enough, try harder, then maybe I'll consider it."

He gulps audibly and closes his eyes, willing himself to obey your command. 

“Ma’am...please let me cum. I'm begging you, please let me cum..”

You leaned down so your faces were practically touching, your lips barely grazing him as you spoke.

"Tell me how good you feel, baby."

He gasps loudly, trembling beneath you.

He takes a deep breath as he begins to tell you how amazing it feels, each word punctuated by an increasingly desperate plea. 

“Please Mommy.. I can barely control myself anymore.. You feel so good.. Please, let me cum.” 

"No. You’ll be a good boy and take what I give to you, and you will only cum when I tell you to, understood?" 

You wrapped your hand around his throat once more, squeezing harder than before. He whimpered in fear, but nodded obediently. 

“Y-Yes, ma'am. I understand, I'll do whatever you say. Just please let me cum soon.” 

He was breathless, all of his energy being put into holding out for you to please you, he wanted nothing more than to be good for you.

You lifted yourself off of his dick and kneeled down, taking him into your mouth instead. You deepthroated him with ease and looked up at him for his reaction.

His entire body trembled with pleasure as you did so, and he could barely form words through the sheer intensity of it all. He moaned loudly, unable to contain his intense expression. 

“Oh my god.. You’re incredible..Don't stop now, please.. don't stop.”

You took his dick out of your mouth and gently kissed the tip before teasingly running your tongue around the head. You looked up at him with a seductive look in your eyes. 

He groaned softly, feeling like he was about to explode. His hips began thrusting involuntarily against your touch, desperately trying to reach completion through your control. 

“Please, Mommy, please let me cum. I’ll do anything for you, please..”

He pleaded, sounding more desperate than ever. You began to use your hands to jerk him off quickly, taking him close to his climax before pulling away completely, torturing him and making sure he didn't cum.

He cried out in frustration, his body shaking from the pleasure that had been denied to him. His breathing became labored and he pleaded again as he pouted, more urgently and loudly this time. 

“Please, Ma’am, Let me cum. I need it.” 

"Tell me how badly you need it, baby."

Your fingernail circled around the head of his dick, teasingly slowing down when you reached the underside. 

He moans louder than ever at that, begging you to let him cum. He was becoming hopeless. Tears begin streaming down his face as he begs you over and over. 

“Mommy, I’m begging you please, please let me cum. I need you so badly it hurts.”

You smiled at the sight of his tears and leaned forward to lick them off of his face.

"I know baby, but you can't yet."

Your words were laced with venom, luring him in with false hope and crushing his faith. 

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for release, desperate for you. 

"Please, Mommy.”

He whispers, voice softer than ever. 

“Let me cum."

You ignore him and wrap your lips around his tip, sucking harshly as you slowly rubbed his thighs with your soft hands. He gasps in surprise, not expecting such an intense sensation. His whole body shakes as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but it won't be enough for much longer.

He was exhausted from holding back for so long, but he wanted nothing more than to be good for you, and he’d sacrifice his own pleasure just to see you proud of him. 

“Good boy.”

You sensed his immense struggle and knew he deserved praise. And as always, he was over the moon to hear you talk to him that way. 

“Please don’t make me wait any longer, I can’t take it.”

"I'll make you wait as long as I want, and you'll listen to me, because you're nothing but a needy slut who wants nothing more than to cum for your mommy, isn’t that right?” 

Despite his struggle, he grins widely, nodding eagerly. He could barely keep his eyes open at this point, looking so dazed and fucked out without cumming even once. 

“Yes, Mommy. Anything for you. I'm yours forever, I belong to you.” 

You wrap your free hand around his throat and squeeze, cutting off his airflow and watching as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Beg for mercy then." 

He cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, struggling against your grip. You can feel his pulse racing through his neck as he desperately searches for air, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Please, I’ll do anything for you, I love you more than anything, I’m yours to use and control no matter what, I worship you, I belong to you, please.” 

You let go and smile at his pleas. Once you had let go of his neck you pushed his head to the side, as if you had just slapped him. 

"That's more like it, if you want to cum, you must beg for it, like a good slut I know you can be." 

He gulps, nodding quickly before taking a deep breath and letting out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“Yes, Ma’am. Anything for you. Please, let me cum.”

"No."

You give him a fake sweet smile and straddle him once again, grinding yourself against him.

He whined in pleasure, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation that was building inside him. His hands reach up to grasp your hips, desperate for even more contact. The grip he had on you made you wonder if when he let go if there’d be a mold of his fingers. 

“Please, Mommy... I can't take this anymore. Let me cum..”

You give into his pleas and lift yourself before moving so his dick is finally inside you. You sigh in pleasure and clench around him.

His body shudders as he feels your warm embrace enveloping him, his breathing becoming erratic. With one final thrust, he lets out an animalistic moan, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire being. 

You let out a breathy and loud moan as you felt his hips lift off the bed with such force that you were questioning just how strong he really was. He had been fucked so deep into you, you couldn’t possibly be any closer to him at this point. 

His entire body shook and shuttered, not being able to contain himself after suppressing it for as long as he could. He was letting moan after moan spill out of his mouth, the torture he endured finally becoming worth it as he shot load after load into you. 

“Thank you so much.. Oh my god, I love you so much..”

He all but whimpered out, sounding as pathetic and defeated as ever, just the way you liked it. 

“You did so good for me, love.”

[eyeofnewtblog]

Weird car things that seem like common sense but maybe kind of aren’t?

So, even very experienced mechanics still come into a parts store and are like “I have no idea what this is but it still needs to be fixed” so never be ashamed to say you don’t know.

If you take only one picture of the part and bring that in, i automatically dislike you because you as a customer need to actually be able to assess that the thing you are buying is the thing you need. I’m basically going off of your words and the part picture in the system.

I personally can automatically (pun intended) see that you brought in an upper or lower control arm, a fuel pump, a starter or alternator, a tie rod end… I literally cannot find the EXACT PART unless I know what year make and model you’re looking for. Please for the love of god actually give us the year first so that we actually remember what you said you wanted.

Ladies who know nothing but have lots of questions are honestly my absolute favorite. Like, I get it, you were never interested and no one ever taught you, but now it’s suddenly keeping your from getting to work. I gotchu fam.

Ladies that get sent to pick up stuff: holy Christ on a stick, I feel for you, you were given zero information, you already have zero knowledge, any questions I ask you will absolutely not have the answers to and on top of that you look so fucking helpless and I can tell it grates o you but you’re THERE and you have ONE JOB even though you might get yelled at later and honestly that’s admirable.

If you’re getting asked a lot “is this it?” Or “is this everything?” Or even “no mas?” It means that you are, specifically, an annoying fuck wit and I would very much like to bash your face in lbecause you just made me make eight separate trips to the back for eight separate parts and honestly giving you a dose of pepper spray seems like the quickest way to make you “not my problem” but that’s heavily frowned upon I hear.

Lots and lots of people make life easier for themselves and decide to google shit before they even get to the counter. I am absolutely going to google shit in front of you like you’re a dadgum noob. Is it really actually helpful with the older crowd? Yes. Is it appropriately humbling to people my own age? Yes.

Basically, any time you need to buy a part from an auto store, come in with your VIN (take a picture of it off the engine, have the registration, insurance or title, literally doesn’t matter which, we can find a way,)

Also the easiest parts to install/replace are most kind of sensors (o2 usually, pay attention to upper or lower) pay attention to upper and lower radiator hoses, light bulbs (finger oil ruins the whole bulb so get gloves when you replace them)

Coolant doesn’t matter much but googling it before hand will help me a lot…

[cainluvr69]

2nd Anniversary Borda Island Limited Episodes - Full Cast

all 21 wizards’ borda island episodes have been translated and are in one place here! order is central > north > east > west > south!

Oz and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Oz?

Oz: ... Anniversaries...

Akira: (It seems like he doesn't have much of an idea when it comes to things like that...)

Oz: I can't clearly recall any such things. I don't think it is necessary to remember them, but there are still days which I cannot forget. I do not understand why others would want to celebrate such days. It need only be clearly engraved within you.

Akira: I see... I enjoy celebrating anniversaries, though. It's nice being able to celebrate happy events over and over.

Oz: Is that how it is?

Akira: Do you have anything you want to celebrate over and over, Oz?

Oz: ...I am sure I will celebrate the day that the <Great Calamity> is destroyed and escaped fate many, many times over. I believe that will be the first time I can have an anniversary.

Arthur and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have anniversaries you celebrate, Arthur?

Arthur: I wouldn't call them anniversaries, but... When I was a child and still lived in the castle, it seemed like every day there was some sort of ceremony being held. However, when I started living in Northern Country, it seemed as if Lord Oz didn't even notice when the date changed. I remember being surprised that he didn't observe any yearly events or anniversaries. He also didn't celebrate his birthday.

Akira: Then did you not celebrate your birthday either, Arthur?

Arthur: Oh, no. One year, Lord Figaro brought me some sweets, and we celebrated it from then on. But Lord Oz read the stars to know the precise date, and would tell it to me every year. That this was the day I was born, I mean.

Cain and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Cain?

Cain: Yeah, a whole bunch. For starters, the day that you and I first met? How bright the moon was that night, the look on your face, and the words you spoke all made me so happy that I remember it really clearly.

Akira: (He's way too good at things like this... I feel so happy...) Thank you very much. Do you have any other special anniversaries?

Cain: The day I was granted the title of general, I guess. That day's definitely special to me. A month later, six months later, a year later... I remember keeping count. I was still so young and yet they'd given me such an important role, so I must've been being stressed in my own way. So each and every time, I made sure to praise myself and get myself a treat about it. Ever since I lost the title I stopped counting, but so much has happened since then... I'm sure I'll get to come up with lots more anniversaries commemorating my growth from now on, too.

Riquet and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Riquet?

Riquet: Anniversaries... There were seasonal rituals we observed at the church, but I wouldn't say any of them qualified as an anniversary to me. For me, I suppose I'd say something like my birthday? Is there anything other than my birthday to celebrate?

Akira: It can be anything. Like the day of the first time something happened. It's a day for anything you want to remember and celebrate.

Riquet: I see... In that case, I shall make an anniversary of the day I first ate Nero's cooking. It's difficult to explain it, but I truly feel my world changed that day. What I saw, what Nero said to me, even the taste of the wheat... I've thought about that moment many, many times. And each time, I feel just as blessed as I did in the moment. Could that perhaps be an anniversary?

Akira: I think that's a wonderful anniversary to have. If you told Nero about it, I bet he'd be really happy.

Riquet: Yay! Then I can celebrate the anniversary by having him make the same thing again. Master Sage. Thank you for teaching me about such a wonderful word.

Snow and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Snow?

Snow: Our birthday, of course!  We do truly love to match! It is something I celebrate with White every year. Sometimes we are joined by a great number of people, and sometimes, it is just the two of us. We have held celebrations on a boat on the river, in a manor of ice, and in a magnificent castle. To get fired up for our celebrations, we pay attention to recent trends. Dear White simply adores modern day information.

Akira: (Is that right...)

Snow: This year, Mitile has told us about a song that came to popularity recently, which is performed while also playing a banjo.

Akira: I feel like a banjo-playing Snow would be unmatched in cheeriness!

Snow: Fufu. Of course, of course. While the years have certainly piled up and I am now alone, the day of our birth does not change. This year, next year, the year after that. Until my magic runs out and I turn to stone, it is a day we shall celebrate together.

White and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, White?

White: Try as I might, I still cannot forget the date of my death...

Akira: I--Is that right. But as twins, don't you love to match each other? Wouldn't your matching birthday be a better option here?

White: Hohoho. Therefore, even the day that we both die should be the same, yes? The day Snow dies is still in the future. Because the two of us love to match.

Akira: (... I just felt a chill down my spine...)

White: Hohoho. You needn't think I'd do anything. He is a beloved part of me, after all. Such miracles happen on their own in this mysterious world of ours. If enemies who despise each other can die on the same day as one another, then a loving couple must die on the same as one another as well. It is a curious thing. And quite difficult to tell if such is a blessing or a curse. But still... I believe Snow wishes to be free until the day things end.

Mithra and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Mithra?

Mithra: I don't.

Akira: That was fast...

Mithra: Sometimes I think about taking something as a reminder, but it always rots until I can't tell what it is anymore.

Akira: What are you talking about?

Mithra: Taking down a large bit of prey. Magical beasts turn to stone, and anything else rots.

Akira: So taking down your prey is something you want to celebrate.

Mithra: Well, if it's strong enough.

Akira: Do you ever feel like celebrating the day you took something down when you remember them?

Mithra: No. I don't remember them in the first place. Once I defeat Oz, I'm sure I'll want to remember that sight time and time again, but until then, I don't really care. To celebrate my victory, I'd want to display his head somewhere in my home, but he'll turn into stone... Celebrations are difficult for Northern wizards.

Akira: They sure do seem to be...

Owen and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Owen?

Owen: Nope. I love those kinds of days, though. Anniversaries are days when humans and younger wizards eat cake.

Akira: That's true. Sweets and pastries show up at a lot of celebrations.

Owen: What kind of day do you celebrate? When it's your turn, I'll be sure to come and make a huge mess of the cake that was meant just for you. With all your fun ruined, I'l sure you and everyone you wanted to celebrate with will be completely miserable.

Akira: Ah, but... That means that you'll come running to any important celebration I hold, right?

Owen: Running... I'm not going to run to anything.

Akira: I'm still happy.

Owen: Hah? Are you stupid? I'm not going to any stupid celebration. I'm going so I can turn your happy days into horrible ones. How tragic.

Akira: I think that if you're going to act like that, if it got presented right to everyone else, they could find it fun, too... (Like it's part of a performance where you're playing a demon or something...)

Owen: What are you talking about? I don't get you...

Akira: I'll be sure to prepare an extra-large cake for you.

Bradley and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Bradley?

Bradley: It's not like I can remember each and every little day, y'know. Just how long do you think I've been around?

Akira: Ah... I suppose that's true.

Bradley: Pretty sure I used to keep track of things when I was younger, though. I had a ton of siblings, and there were a whole lot of "firsts" for me, too. But you really only find stuff like that fun for the first fifty years or so. Before long, the only thing you can remember is the faces of your dead pals.

Akira: I see...

Bradley: Hey, I'm not trying to be depressing. It's the same as tellin' stories about my scars. One of my old work buddies was this real sensitive guy. He did actually bother to keep track of each and every thing that happened. So whenever the date of someone's death came around, we'd sit and shoot the shit about them 'n eat their favorite foods. Memories are the same as my flesh and blood. That's what I mean. I've got celebrations carved right into my skin. I'll need to tell you some of those stories sometime.

Faust and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Faust?

Faust: I don't. Those are things you only remember because you have someone to actually celebrate with. I don't have any kind of day I want to celebrate.

Akira: Is that so...

Faust: It is.

Akira: (I wonder if I asked something I shouldn't have...)

Faust: ... ...I don't keep track of dates, nor do I have any days I want to commemorate, but I do have indelible memories. Someone's birthday, the day that they died, the day that we won, the day that I lost. It's not like I kept a record of the specific dates, but... [1] The memories remain. So you really don't need to be making a face like that here at the water's edge. See, a wave is coming. Go have fun in it.

Akira: (He's looking after me, too... Even if he's talking to me like I'm a cat...)

[1] Translator's Note: Because of the way Japanese as a language is structured, this line is actually way, way, way more vague than I translated it; the language lacks plurals, nor is having a specific subject required. This means that there could be many people's birthdays he's remembering, or just one person's, and the same goes for the date(s) of death as well. He could be talking about personal victories or losses, or victories and losses regarding the entire army. For the purpose of this translation, I decided to go with the meaning of Alec's birthday and the day he died, the day that the revolutionary army decisively won, and the day that Alec accused him of treason, but I want to be 100% clear that this is entirely the invention of the translator for the purposes of crafting a line that carries at least some of the meaning while still sounding good in English, which is not nearly as context-based as Japanese is.

Shino and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Shino?

Shino: Anniversaries, huh. I didn't even know my own birthday until Faust read the stars to find it out for me. Probably Heath's birthday. They let me celebrate Heath's birthday too whenever it rolled around. Like, "What should we do this year?" or "This is what I want to do this year!" or "I hope they let me join." That's how I remember it. How's that? Good and anniversary-like, isn't it?

Akira: It sure is... That's definitely how I think of anniversaries being like.

Shino: They give you a day off for nationally important anniversaries, right? Those "holiday" things. I think that Heath's birthday should be a holiday, too. Hey, Sage, you're really important, right? You should make a holiday for us. And on our day off, we can have fun together.

Akira: Ah... Do you think my authority can go that far?

Shino: You never know until you try. Under orders of the Sage, make Eastern Country make a new national holiday. Like, how about... Blanchett Day, or Sage's Wizards Day, or Lemon Pie Day, or Sherwood Forest Day. And while you're at it, you should make a holiday for curseworkers and chefs, too... And they should all be one after another.

Akira: (That's just Golden Week...)

Translator's Note: Golden Week is a week in early spring that has, as Shino suggests, a bunch of Japanese holidays in a row. Schools and a lot of jobs have that week off, so it features pretty regularly in slice-of-life genre stuff.

Heathcliff and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Heathcliff?

Heathcliff: Anniversaries... If we exclude birthdays, perhaps my parents' wedding anniversary.

Akira: A wedding anniversary! What do you do to celebrate?

Heathcliff: A banquet and a cake is prepared, and my father always gives a gift to my mother. And each year over dinner, they tell stories about how they fell in love and how they were married. It's...a bit embarrassing, but I still always love those moments all the same. My father, carefully but lovingly reminiscing as he tells his stories, and my mother, looking as if she feels so blessed to be able to listen to him... I love seeing them like that. But... Once they get to the point where I was born, I always start getting nervous. I'm well aware that a wizard being born to my parents is nothing but misfortune for them. My heart always pounds so hard each year until my father says "Our greatest blessing, Heathcliff."

Akira: Heath... There's no way your parents think of you as a bad thing... Just like they say, you're their greatest blessing. If you were my kid, I'd want to boast about you, too.

Heath: Me as the Sage's son? Ahaha, I can't even imagine that. ...But still, thank you. A wedding anniversary... One day, I'll be married to someone, too. The idea of another promise on top of the one I already have is scary. But for humans, it's a happy thing, isn't it?

Nero and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Nero?

Nero: Anniversaries... Well, it's not like I go outta my way to remember 'em. More like I can't since I can't really forget them, they come to mind without me really meaning them to. Like, "Oh, today's the day that guy died," for instance. And then without really thinkin' about it I'll try my hand at makin' their favorite food.

Akira: You're so kind, Nero...

Nero: Nothin' kind about it. It's just me putting a lid on the gloom before it gets outta hand. Makes me wanna say "Here, eat this too." Even though I always end up eating it alone.

Akira: If you'd like, on those anniversaries...well, I'm not sure if "anniversary" is the right word, but on days like that, you can ask me to come and eat with you. I'd like to eat with you, rather.

Nero: ...

Akira: Ah, sorry... I just thought you might feel lonely eating on your own... Th-that was how I pictured it...

Nero: Haha... The wind's pretty strong today. The waves are tall and glitterin' like stars.

Akira: Ah... They are, aren't they.

Nero: ...Well. I guess next time, I'll hit you up about it. Thanks, Sage.

Shylock and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Shylock?

Shylock: The day I opened my bar in the entertainment district, I suppose. I've celebrated every year, although I suppose there have also been years where I haven't been able to.

Akira: It sounds like the kind of party you'd have on a grand opening! What do you do for the anniversary?

Shylock: Many different things. There have been years where I've been the server, and years where I've been served.

Akira: With alcohol?

Shylock: Not necessarily. With gifts that have been delivered to Bar Bennet. Perhaps they will sing a song for my bar, or perhaps pen a story about it. These songs are still sung and stories still told.

Akira: The sort of gifts that perfectly suit you and your eye for beauty! They must all be masterpieces.

Shylock: While I wouldn't exactly say that, how would I put it... It's a bit like they're my cute little children. Regardless of if the songs and tales of my bar are crude and ineptly made, or if they're the height of self-conceit, I inevitably find myself growing fond of them despite myself.

Akira: Wow, I wouldn't have expected that. So you've got that sort of side to yourself too, Shylock.

Shylock: Fufu... They are adorable little things, as I said. Even now, the stories that speak of Bar Bennet are as countless as the grains of sand on this beach. From common ghost stories to tasteless erotica, the kind of things that make me want to sigh in despair, I still find it in me to want to accept them lovingly. I shall continue to count the anniversaries of my bar, casting a sideways glance to those things that would not exist if not for my bar... And spending a loving evening with them.

Murr and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Murr?

Murr: I do! The day that I got chosen to be a Sage's wizard!

Akira: The day you got chosen to be a Sage's wizard... That'd be the day that you got the marking on the palm of your hand. Do you remember what happened exactly?

Murr: Nope! But that's definitely my chosen anniversary!

Akira: I suppose it's very Murr-like to do something suprising like wanting to celebrate a day you can't even remember... But having that particular day as your anniversary is also very Murr-like!

Murr: Thank you, thank you!

Akira: Did you get chosen before your soul broke into pieces, or was it after that?

Murr: No clue! But I've got this feeling that I was longing and longing and longing to be chosen. I'm sure of it. After all, if I got chosen, it'd mean I got connected to the moon! To my beloved <Great Calamity>! Now, there's a mark that proves I belong to the moon! Look! See my palm?

Akira: The black lily crest...

Murr: Proof that my feelings and the moon are connected... Don't you think it's super romantic?

Chloe and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Chloe?

Chloe: My anniversary is, um... Keep this a secret, okay? It's the day that I first met Rustica! There's no other day that's made me happier! It's like I got a second birthday! But it's embarrassing to say something like that to him, so I keep it a secret that it's so special to me.

Akira: Secret...?

Chloe: Like, I'll secretly make something super tasty, or I'll secretly give Rustica a new accessory.

Akira: I see!

Chloe: I already give Rustica a lot of my handmade accessories, so he doesn't really notice when I give him an extra little present, but... My heart is still telling me to do it. It's telling me to say "Thank you for finding me." It's telling me to say "Thank you for taking me away from there." Because being on this journey with Rustica has made me so, so, so happy!

Akira: Chloe... I'm sure you can tell all of that to Rustica. It'd make him happy to hear that, I know it.

Chloe: No, it's fine! It'd be way too embarrassing! Besides... If he forgot about it, I'd feel so lonely!

Rustica and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Rustica?

Rustica: I'm sure I have many, but it seems I've forgotten them all. It's quite a pity, but at the moment, I simply can't remember. I'm sure if I did remember, then I would think each and every day was one worth celebrating. I'd be thinking things like "There's only a hundred days left until my anniversary," or "There's only ten more days until my anniversary."

Akira: It's like you're too excited to just wait, huh. Since you do have a wife, don't you have a wedding anniversary as well?

Rustica: Our wedding anniversary. The day my bride became my wife, and the day that I became my bride's husband. I am sure it was truly the happiest day in my life!

Akira: Yes, I'm sure! Ah... (But, speaking of... Didn't Chloe say that...Rustica's wife is probably...)

Rustica: Ah, once I find my bride, we should recreate that day together. Each day, a new wedding ceremony, and each day, a new wedding anniversary. That sounds lovely. I must find my bride and put her in my birdcage so we can do this. My dearly beloved bride.

Figaro and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Figaro?

Figaro: Anniversaries... Anniversaries, huh... Hold on a moment. My life's been so long that it takes a while for me to go over the whole thing. It's flashing before my eyes.

Akira: Flashing before your eyes...? Um, in my world, that's not...a good way to express that sort of thing, so please don't call it that.

Figaro: Is that right? Well, if that's what you want. When Oz and I were conquering the world, there was an anniversary we celebrated just one time. It was like, we'd both done after coming from the North and so we were celebrating how much of the world we'd laid waste to so far. That kind of thing.

Akira: (If not for the whole world domination thing, this would be a more heartwarming episode...)

Figaro: When Faust was my disciple, we said we'd have a celebration once his training reached a certain point. When I was cultivating the Southern Country, we said we'd have a celebration once we'd been able to get a few propery cultivated fields started. ...Now that I think about it, I really liked throwing parties whenever anyone accomplished something big. Maybe I should've become a teacher instead of a doctor. Maybe I should start working with Rutile...

Akira: You definitely are good at teaching things, Figaro. But I think that doctors can celebrate people's accomplishments just as well.

Figaro: True enough. In that case, when you become a Sage whose accomplishments get passed on in legend, I'll give you an extra special kind of party.

Akira: A...legendary sage...

Figaro: The kind of Sage none other has been before. Be it dominating the world or inciting a revolution, I enjoy cheering on those kinds of ambitious, extraordinary people.

Rutile and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Rutile?

Rutile: The days my students graduate, I think. I've only had the chance to experience it a few times so far, but it always makes my heart feel so full.

Akira: Ah... Your students.

Rutile: Yes. In the Southern Country, many children begin working as soon as they leave school, so it's the last time that they can be children. There are many children Mitile's age who are already working as well. There aren't many schools yet, so it's difficult for everyone to be able to attend. Seeing my students work so hard to graduate despite how bumpy there path is, despite how far away they had to come to be here... It makes me want to hold a special graduation ceremony so that everyone will have smiles on their faces when they graduate.

Akira: That's so you, Rutile... Once they graduate, what kind of work do your students usually do?

Rutile: Helping around their house, or leaving to other places that need workers, or even moving to Central or the West. There really isn't much of anything in the South, so even though it's perfectly nice there, it's not really possible to make much money... So a lot of the kids with big dreams move to other countries. They work hard and save up enough for their travel travel expenses and then leave. I'm sure I have a lot of students that I'm never going to get to see again...

Lennox and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Lennox?

Lennox: ... The anniversary of the founding of Central Country... Mmmm... No... I have a lot of things I've done I can never forget, but I can't remember the exact dates. When I enlisted in the army... I can remember that the day I joined was very cold, but what date was that... If I hadn't forgotten, that day would be something close to my anniversary, but I'm not sure I would celebrate it every year... But I still think of it every night. No, every night isn't right. That was an exaggeration.

Akira: It sounds like it was a very hectic time...

Lennox: That's true. I've also celebrated various things since first going to Southern Country as well. Yes... For my birthday, I'd buy meat that was still on the bone to celebrate.

Akira: Was it like a special treat you got just for your birthday?

Lennox: Oh, no. Although he's dead now, it was a treat for my herding dog. We had the same birthday. We'd spend a quiet night together, him savoring his meat, and me, savoring my alcohol. I suppose that could be considered celebrating an anniversary.

Mitile and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Mitile?

Mitile: I can think of a lot of things I've celebrated, but I guess my favorite would be the harvest festival? Does a harvest festival count for an anniversary? Did I get that wrong?

Akira: If it counts to you, then I think that the harvest festival counts, too.

Mitile: Thank goodness! The harvest festival in the Town of Clouds is really fun. We even get visitors from other towns. There's lots of tasty food for sale, a traveling band that plays, and people dancing along to the music. When I was little, the Southern wizards all came to the festival and told me stories about my mother. They'd say things like, "Your mother was the magnificent Great Witch Tiletta!" Everyone respected her so much! When they praised her, it sort of felt like they were praising me too, and I remember I always felt so happy about it.

Akira: You and Rutile's mother was an amazingly strong witch, wasn't she?

Mitile: Yes! I also like celebrating my birthday, but my birthday is also the same day that my mother died... So that's why I like celebrating the harvest festival best!

[spitinsideme]

Peach blossoms and wolfsbane

Chapter 2 part 2

Yellow Smooth Violets

They have now arrived at the manor that they will be staying at for the next few months that they will be here for. Winona in awe of how big it was snaps out of her daze and quickly unloads the carriage. Winona finally heads inside and drops off the bags at the door and hands them off to the maids to take up to their lady’s room. Winona not wanting to burden the staff with her bags heads up stairs to deposit her bags. She gets extremely turned around in the maze of corridors and halls. “How is anyone supposed to find their way through this damn place it’s to damn big.” She said through slightly gritted teeth. Then all of a sudden a voice could be heard from behind the cowpoke”you know you could have just asked for some help.Your room is just down the hall and you make a right at the end of the hall it will be the last door at that hall you can’t miss it”Said the voice. Winona turns around to find a maid who isn’t dressed in the normal maid attire her outfit looks a lot more delicate and intricate. ‘ this must be the head maid’ Winona thought. “Uhh thanks miss….” She paused not knowing the maid’s name “Peggy, Peggy O’Nell. You best remember my name because you will be seeing a lot of me. Don’t be afraid to ask for anything love.” She said with a smile. “I’ll be sure to do just that thank you Miss O’Nell.” Winona said with a small smile. Winona eventually reaches her room and sets her bags down. Then she flops on the bed with an audible thump. She stares at the celling for a bit before deciding to look around the room. She sees a bookshelf full of books she probably never read,She spots a big fancy dresser to put her things in but what catches her eye is a flowers in a vase on the night stand. The flowers in question were Yellow smooth violets. They looked as if they were just freshly picked this morning for the neighboring woods. Winona stands up and walks over to the bookshelves and sure enough she ain’t heard of most these titles. She sighs and looks over to her knapsack and decided to do some drawing she may be a guard and farmhand back at home but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t got hobbies. Winona looks around the room looking for something to draw and once more the violets catch her eye. She grabs her journal and a pen. She starts to sketch out petals of the flowers. She does this till she notices the time. 6:45pm she sighs and puts away her drawing. It’s about time she gets ready for the gala. She starts by taking off her belt but before she takes it off she gently takes out her dual pistols from their holsters as well as her Bowie knife. She sets them on the dresser and continues to disrobe her working garb. She takes a quick peek in the mirror and touches her scarred face inspecting it for any dirt or grime. She does the same with her scarred arms and legs making sure she is all clean. She then starts dressing up she pits on the slightly worn out slacks she brought as a well as a brown button up with some suspenders. Just as she was gonna tie her bolo tie. Agatha walks in to see if her body guard was dressed. “Hey are you almost…” Agatha paused mid sentence and looked at the woman up and down. “Nope nah nuh you ain’t wearing this getup at the gala.” She said with distain in her voice. “What?! What’s wrong with what I’m wearin?” Winona said in a huff. “Well for starters this is a suit and gown event. Do you see a suit anywhere on ya.” Agatha said with a raised brow “Aw hell no I ain’t wearing no monkey suit.” Said Winona. “Besides this is the only fancy outfit I own…” Winona muttered. Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed “ok hang on just a second.” Agatha goes to the phone that is on the wall and turns the rotor. “Yes Miss O’Nell it’s Mrs.Ragdolin can you fetch me these items in these measurements please thank you.” She then hangs the phone back on the wall. They wait a bit before Miss O’Nell makes her appearance with the items in tow. Winona raises a brow “what’s with all of this?” She asked.

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Have You Ever Considered Killing Your Title?—Chapter 5.5

Masterpost

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Roman had come to accept that times with his brother would be fewer and farther between as they got older, but he hadn’t accounted for exactly how much. He certainly hadn’t accounted for how a servant would constantly be the one it seems came between that time ever happening. 

“Janus! Lovely to see you as always. Do you know where I might find my brother? I know he’s done with training for the day, but I thought he would be with you. I’m surprised he’s not attached to your hip.”

Roman suppressed a grimace. Perhaps not his best conversation starter. Conversing with Remus’ servant was always so much more difficult than his own.

“The prince is his own man, my lord, and though I’m privileged with his presence often, I feel I’d be ill-intentioned if I made use of that privilege every moment of the day.” Essentially, Roman was being told he was a moron, but in far kinder words. Or maybe he wasn’t being told that, and that was just the truth of the situation coming to light.

“No, of course, of course, I didn’t mean to imply…” He faltered under the look he received, making a conscious effort to keep his shoulders from folding in as they seemed eager to do. His gaze drifted to the basket of laundry at Janus’ hip, and he realized the chore he had interrupted. Shoot. “I suppose I just wanted to see him, talk about some things.”

Janus’ gaze softened then, and Roman seized the hope it brought along with it. While he and Janus weren’t close by any means, and he could perhaps be a bit harsh to the guy at times, that didn’t mean he intended to treat him badly. He was a prince, after all—it was his duty to look out for all in the kingdom. 

“Was there an issue with the plans you worked on yesterday? You seemed bothered then, when you asked him to take a look,” Janus said.

“What? Bothered? Never.” He scoffed, turning away as he accompanied his words with a chuckle. “I was perhaps uncertain in receiving feedback on the soldiers, but the plan itself was solid. After all, there’s a reason Remus trains them and I handle the strategy.” 

Janus’ reply seemed only to be a smile, hanging in the air for perhaps just long enough to let the first drags of anxiety creep into the base of Roman’s spine before he replied. “Of course, my lord. Your ideas and how you approach the situations we face are invaluable as a resource to the kingdom. Between you and your brother, it’s no wonder our kingdom is so safe and well protected.”

“Yes, yes, it is rather impressive what we do. Speaking of my brother…?” Roman let the question hang in the air, hoping his tone conveyed something a lot stronger than what he felt.

“With Sir Logan,” came the reply.

“Ah, of course. In that case, I suppose I should leave him to it, eh? Almost impossible to find a moment where Remus isn’t working these days.”

“The day does seem to find a way to keep him occupied.”

“I might try to make it do the same for me then. Thank you for your time, Janus, I’ll let you return to your duties.” 

He received only a slight bow in reply, but thought nothing untoward of it. Janus had been a part of their lives for 6 years now, helping his brother through the years and always appearing to be a close confidant. Especially when Roman himself couldn’t be. It was… painful, the way time seemed to pull him further and further from Remus, but it wasn’t something he would let bog him down. After all, one day one of them would be king, and there would be little to keep them separated then. Certainly not any servants, and not…

Roman shook his head, clearing the image of a gleaning crown and a less-than-impressed grimace from the front of his mind and forcing it to fall like sand away. So his afternoon couldn’t be spent with his brother, but so what? Responsibilities still had to be fulfilled, and he was sure to find something on his end. In fact, training might be just the thing he needed then. Perhaps with enough practice, he could even best Remus in their next spar, within Remus’ preferred method of the German style too! Yes, that was a plan for the afternoon, and one he had no quarrels adhering to. 

Especially when on his way to retrieve his sword from the armory, he caught sight of Sir Logan by himself, standing guard near the perimeter of the castle, no trace of another person having accompanied him in sight. 

He had no quarrels with that, no. And as he made his way to a far field to practice, separate from the training area and the memories it held with it, he reminded himself how no quarrels existed within his mind. 

Yes, he thought sharply, his sword having pierced his target far deeper than one might consider necessary. He had no quarrels with it all indeed. 

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[gratefulfrog]

ON THIS DATE (53 YEARS AGO)

June 14, 1970 – Grateful Dead: Workingman's Dead is released.

Workingman's Dead is the fourth studio album by the Grateful Dead, released on June 14, 1970. It reached #27 on the Billboard 200 Top LP's & Tapes chart. In 2003, the album was ranked number 262 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.

The title of the album comes from a comment from Jerry Garcia to lyricist Robert Hunter about how "this album was turning into the Workingman's Dead version of the band."

Garcia has said that much of the sound of the album comes both from his pairing with Hunter as well as the band's friendship with Crosby, Stills and Nash. "Hearing those guys sing and how nice they sounded together, we thought, 'We can try that. Let's work on it a little,'" commented Garcia.

Songs such as "Uncle John's Band," "High Time" and "Cumberland Blues" were brought to life with soaring harmonies and layered vocal textures that had not been a part of the band's sound until then. According to the 1992 Dead oral history, Aces Back To Back, in the summer of 1968, Stephen Stills vacationed at Mickey Hart's ranch in Novato. "Stills lived with me for three months around the time of [CSN's] first record," recalls Hart, "and he and David Crosby really turned Jerry and Bobby onto the voice as the holy instrument. You know, 'Hey, is this what a voice can do?' That turned us away from pure improvisation and more toward songs."

The Grateful Dead's first four albums reinforced their stature as a performing group, with a loose improvisational feel rooted in the blues, rock & roll, and modern jazz. But with the 1970 release of Workingman's Dead, Garcia, Weir, Lesh, McKernan, Kreutzmann, and Hart reined in their many spatial musical elements and found their true stylistic niche in the studio with an engaging blend of country, blues, and folk. Where earlier studio releases strove to recreate the kind of freeform group improvisations that won the Dead a fanatical cult following in the Bay area, Workingman's Dead drew upon a rural American vernacular that was in many ways analogous to that of the Band.

The resulting music has a rootsy, timeless quality, with tight instrumental arrangements, concise solo breaks, and a carefully wrought style of vocal harmonizing. The Dead won extensive airplay with tuneful songs like "Uncle John's Band" and "Casey Jones," while expanding their following well beyond San Francisco. Garcia's slithering pedal steel counterpoint and twangy banjo rolls make for a charismatic new style of bluegrass on "Dire Wolf" and "Cumberland Blues," while "New Speedway Boogie," featuring some of Robert Hunter's best lyrics, is a pointed personal metaphor for the tragic chaos at Altamont the summer before. This remains one of the legendary band's most concise and beautifully executed records.

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ORIGINAL ROLLING STONES REVIEW

It's so nice to receive a present from good friends.

Workingman's Dead is an excellent album. It's a warming album. And most importantly, the Dead have finally produced a complete studio album. The songs stand up quite nicely right on their own merits, which are considerable.

"Uncle John's Band," which opens the album, is, without question, the best recorded track done by this band. Staunch Dead freaks probably will hate this song. It's done acoustically for a starter. No Garcia leads. No smasho drumming. In fact, it's got a mariachi /calypso type feeling. Finely, warmly-lush tuned guitar work starts it off, with a statement of the beat and feeling. When Garcia comes in with the vocal, joined by a lot of tracks of everyone else's voices, possibly including his, it's really very pretty. The lyrics blend in nicely with the music. "All I want to know/How does the song go?" "Come hear Uncle John's band/playing to the tide/Come with me, or come alone/He's come to take his children home." Near the end of the song there is an a cappella section done by everyone, sounds like about 62 tracks, maybe 63. Just listen to it, and try not to smile.

The years of playing together have shown handsome dividends. "Dire Wolf" points this out. It's a country song, Garcia's steel guitar work is just right, and everyone sings along to the "Don't murder me" chorus.

The country feeling of this album just adds to the warmth of it. "Cumberland Blues" starts off as a straight electric cut, telling the story of trying to make ends meet in bad times. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, a banjo enters the song. By the end, I was back at the old Gold Rush along with everyone else. The banjo brought me there.

Even the cuts that are not directly influenced by country stylings have a country feel to them. I suspect that this is due to, the band's vocals. Living out on their ranch seems to have mellowed them all, or at least given a country tinge to their voices. "Casey Jones" is not the theme song you might remember from television. "Driving that train/High on cocaine/Casey Jones you better watch your speed." Listen closely, especially to the cymbal work. Then listen to Phil Lesh's bass mixing with Weir's guitar. Now listen to the cymbal again. Yep. They did it. I don't know who's train is better, Casey's or the Dead's. Living sound effects. Just fine.

~ Andy Zwerling (July 23, 1970)

[gaffney]

Are there any cool deleted TMD scenes that you wish had been included in the movie?

EVERYTHING IN THIS GIFSET. esp the connie/guy helmet kiss. also!! other stuff under a cut because i ramble

other than the (confirmed) deleted scenes, i would’ve liked to see some of the storylines that were a thing in the earlier drafts of the scripts. like, charlie’s blatant abandonment issues because of his dad (and how he compared bombay to him). more of fulton’s identity crisis! they hinted at it in d3, but it didn’t go anywhere beyond “who am i now (without portman here)?” and thinking he isn't good enough. they should’ve stuck to the original draft where he scored the final goal instead of goldberg tbh. esp because goldberg didn’t do shit to earn it other than try to sabotage his teammate...

also connie & julie bonding in d2! we were robbed. and i’ve mentioned before how adam and julie were romantically involved – i don’t necessarily want to see that, but i would’ve loved to see the scenes of them talking about their mutual love of hockey and where she helps take care of his wrist. i feel like julie kind of got fucked over in terms of screentime. i understand not wanting to showcase her talents until the very end, but she should’ve had more focus (like goldberg in d3, who - despite not being the starter - got a shit load of screen time. even tho his character development was trash). also, more about russ’ fears about losing his scholarship. that was an entire arc in the OG d3 script. as was linda’s activism!! i get it, it’s (not even) a two-hour movie and they didn’t have time. but a lot of storylines in d3 were “started” only to never be brought up again… such a waste imo. 

AND, because i am nothing if not predictable, i really would’ve loved to see all of jesse’s scenes they cut out of the OG d2 script. the one where he calls out a security guard for racial profiling, or the one where he fires back at stahl by speaking icelandic lmao. imagine learning another language just to talk trash… he did that! ofc would’ve loved to see even more of charlie & jesse’s ~coparenting. it was really them versus bombay in the OG script. i do think d2 (the movie) subtly hints at it but now knowing that there was more, i wish we could've seen it!

the OG d1 script that's available to read (titled 'bombay') is too different from the actual d1 movie so i can't really think of scenes there that would still make sense to include with the characters we know. tho i do like that one of the few things they kept in is the fact that jesse and banks were rivals. written in the stars since day one!!! but i digress.

[scoutsrpmemes]

A TIMELESS PLAY.

inbox starters taken from the third part of Revue Starlight RE:LIVE, Arcana Arcadia. ( as always, feel free to tweak things such as pronouns, words, and titles as needed for context. ) tw: severe self deprecation, implied child abandonment / parental death, running away from home.

❝ s-stop saying whatever you want! ❞

❝ that's what makes it interesting! it's because it's unknown that we can create something new! ❞

❝ i wonder if there are things you learn by being in solitude… ❞

❝ when times get tough, it's okay to run away. ❞

❝ what's your reason for running away!? ❞

❝ oh, what am i gonna do with you? ❞

❝ i gave my all for this moment… ❞

❝ i've done a lot both in the shadows and out in the open. ❞

❝ i'm just… i just feel frustrated for some reason. ❞

❝ oh, we can't have that. why don't you have some sweets and take a breather, ______? ❞

❝ i cannot accept some foreign body that's come from a world with no god. ❞

❝ this is the world we've always lived in…we can't help but love it— love everyone who lives in this world. ❞

❝ so if you are lost…i want to be the one to give you the push on your back that you need. ❞

❝ i thought this would be the perfect place for you to be honest with yourself. ❞

❝ why, the human world is filled with desire. ❞

❝ i watched so many people's emotions for so long! i can tell what they're thinking just by looking at their faces, at their eyes! ❞

❝ this city has remained stagnant for too long. nothing exists forever. ❞

❝ you've had a long day. i brought you dinner. ❞

❝ have fun and look forward to the future—new encounters, farewells, worries, everything. they'll all be the fuel that will make you who you are. ❞

❝ but it's not exactly a "masterpiece"… i wouldn't be that happy if i got this. ❞

❝ 'this world is a stage… even the king is a player.' then i, too, shall play my role until i take my final breath, my friend! ❞

❝ nothing will get in the way of everyone's happiness! ❞

❝ why can't you understand what i'm trying to protect?! ❞

❝ why do you insist on chasing after things you've never even seen before?! ❞

❝ what do you say? do you have the determination to go down that path? ❞

❝ what do you mean? why can't you say out loud what you think and feel? ❞

❝ yes, you're right… it's scary to be alone. ❞

❝ being betrayed by those you trusted… it must be painful, scary, and sad for you. ❞

❝ y-you're… prostrating yourself to me!? ❞

❝ those words – they're not something someone who doesn't understand would say. they're something someone who understands their own ignorance would say. ❞

❝ they're not something someone powerless would say. ❞

❝ i was once a nobody. ❞

❝ well… i know i said it doesn't concern you, but i'd be lying if i said it didn't make me happy. thank you for putting me before yourself. ❞

❝ once i have my mind set, i become blind to everything around me… ❞

❝ you said you were able to work hard all this time because i've been right next to your goal… i'm the same. i also worked hard to make everyone happy. ❞

❝ it's fine. this is all i can do to help. ❞

❝ even if i were to walk down the same path as you, our journeys will never be the same. ❞

❝ where once flourished an empire, now is only an empty desert… ❞

❝ a farewell isn't tragedy… it's the start of a journey for new encounters. ❞

❝ ______ ran away from home?! ❞

❝ i'm just…the moon that's painted on the stage set. a paper-thin moon— a paper moon. ❞

❝ there's a hidden truth somewhere in this world. i want…to learn it. ❞

❝ because you're an outsider, you can't cause trouble for anyone. ❞

❝ you have to be a good girl and make everyone happy. ❞

❝ but everyone set off on their own journey and left you behind by yourself. so you felt lonely and sad… ❞

❝ i didn't want anyone to know that i'm empty. ❞

❝ i didn't want to ruin the stage. that's why i smiled more and acted brighter than anyone else—to spread happiness to others. ❞

❝ i wanted to feel needed, so i continued to sing, dance and act— ❞

❝ so do not be ashamed to fall. do not be afraid to be nobody. it's because you fall that you can stand up. it's because you are nobody that you can become somebody. ❞

❝ so you see? that's how i think… i'm different from all of you. and that's why…you couldn't become a family with me. ❞

❝ why can't you all just leave me alone?! ❞

❝ will you just stop trying to have it your own way? you have no idea what i've been through…!just like how there's no stage that doesn't end…there's nothing that never changes! even if the world doesn't change, you can change yourself! ❞

❝ because it was all for everyone's sake! i could do my best because it was for everyone! ❞

❝ well…it was the talk of the town. ❞

❝ what should i do… i… i had no idea she had such strong feelings about the word "mother". ❞

❝ i felt like i'd finally found the place i belong to. the family i'd always wanted… but on the way back as i was walking by myself, i looked up at the moon and thought, "if we're family, why am i walking back by myself?". ❞

❝ i always thought i had nothing. i was scared to have nothing. that's why i was so desperate to shine. ❞

❝ she changed into someone i didn't know. ❞

❝ pfft… hahaha! don't make me laugh. ❞

❝ don't… don't pretend like you know me. no one understands me! ❞

[hime-memes]

                              • Reign Sentence Starters • 

It’s my 9,000th time watching ‘ Reign ‘ the historical - drama set during Mary Stuart’s lifetime. These lines of dialogue have been selected from the first episode of the series. Depending on my schedule and if anyone wants more of these - there could be more parts to this in the future.     As always: Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for the receiver’s muse ! Recommended For: Royal or Historical Muses/Plots/Timlines.

Trigger Warnings For: Infidelity, misogyny, attempted S.A. mention, violence

“ You must leave immediately, this was an assassination attempt - you were nearly poisoned ! “  “ Every meal you’ve eaten has been taste tested for poison since you arrived here. “  “ I don’t know if I’m ready. “ “ I’d hoped I’d get to go back to [ place ] one more time. “  “ You have returned to the court at your own queen’s bidding. “ “ You will wed [ name ] one day soon ... for your faith, for your people, for the kingdom. “ “ They say the halls are filled with them; tortured souls ... “ “ I was at court before when I was your age, and I didn’t see any ghosts. “ “ How’s the mood; Father’s ? ... or in general ? “ “ No, only royals and their attendants are allowed. “ “ Your mother is in fine form. God save you. “ “ [ Name ] needed to be protected and hidden ! “  “ You also claimed she needed to be kept at convent for her education, when we both know that she simply irritated you. “ “ Let him talk like a king. “  “ Is that what bothers you ? Her power ? -- or the fact she’s young and pretty ? “ “ [ Name ]’s arrival now upstages our daughter’s wedding ! “ “ It’s a perfect to showcase our alliance with [ Kingdom / Royal Bloodline ] ! “ “ Half the continent’s royalty will be feeding at our trough. “  “ There are those who say too many alliances make a king look weak. “  “ To be a bladesmith ? Is that a requirement for future kings, now ? “ “ Make no mistake, we’re here now to get our young queen in the game. “  “ You’ve chosen my wife; have you set the date too ? “ “ Here’s the date; when I say so ... or when [ Kingdom ] turns their sword in our direction. “ “ I’ve just had a vision: I see you, beheaded, at my command. “  “ The opinions you can ignore. Isn’t that right, [ Name of person being insulted ] ? “  “ I quite like the way mud feels underfoot. “ ” He looked so surprised that I would fight back ... that I would even wake. “  “ At least your bride has a country and an army should you need it. “ “ I can’t help thinking that every man, even a king, should have some kind of skill. “  “ I mean a real skill, one I didn’t inherit ... that wasn’t given to me, and can’t be taken away. “  ” HE played a role in the plot to destroy your engagement. “  “ They don’t worry about him dying so much that they don’t let him live. “  ” The wine. I was told not to drink the wine. I was warned ! “  “ Her ladies - in - waiting are on their way as well. Three titled, one ridiculously rich -- just your type. “  “ Alliances shift, before they do -- you need to win the prince’s heart. “ “ These were my old rooms, don’t you remember ? ” “ I may not have been born with a crown, but this country relies on my money. “  ” You must know, if he’d been successful in his assault, you’d be unfit to marry any royal ... much less rule. “ “ Where she puts it, he won’t smell it ... unless he’s a very good husband. “ “ How do I control a daughter - in - law who is a queen in her own right ? “ “ Oh, [ Name ], your hair ! Didn’t the nuns teach you anything ? “ “ I’m making up in volume what I lack in station, I suppose. “ “ So, the rumors are true ? [ Name ] is the king’s mistress ? “ “ The castle seems bigger -- is that possible ? ” “ Um, I’ve brought you something to decorate your swords with ... ? “ “ Now’s not a good time. Next time, you should be announced. My page is there for a reason -- you shouldn’t be here. “ “ Why do you sound so ... ? Are you alone ? ... Are you with someone ?! “ “ If you are ever going to be Queen of [ Kingdom ], you need to understand something; kings do not answer to their wives. “ “ We’re the only ones who matter here. “ “ Young girls -- royals ... queens: do not leave the castle alone. “ “ There’s food and warmth -- who wouldn’t want to be at the castle, except for maybe you ? “ “ Maybe you’ll be sent back to the nuns for misbehaving ? “ ” You don’t want to marry me. “ “ You should ask your brother why he’s such a moody, arrogant ass. “  ” Love is irrelevant to people like us. “ ” It’s not you. You’re beautiful and clever, and unpredictable ... but it doesn’t matter. “  “ Nothing in common but our father, really. “  “ I want you to stay, but we’ll be found out. “  ” You may have behaved foolishly, but you are not responsible for your countryman’s actions. “ “ Your grace was generous, he granted my father large holdings, but - we’re no relation. “  “ He has a terrible reputation with women, he knows no bounds. “  “ Taste of love and sorrow, but don’t drink the wine ! “  “ Your grace ? Beautiful evening -- is it not ? “ ” It can poison a young Queen’s reputation, her heirs’ to the throne, an entire kingdom. “  ” You are not the only one with a country to think of ... “ “ She’s his queen. He’s just paying his respects. “ ” [ Name ] is my subject, I am his Queen, and I demand to speak with him ! “  “ We’re overrun by them. “  “ It’s time for the consummation, the ritual, the ceremony, the mystery ... aren’t you curious ? “ “ When you came to my room; I shouldn’t have said what I did. There were other way of handling things. ” ” My dear, this was not an act of passion; this was treason. “ “ You do realize we’re going to be married someday, don’t you ? “ ” I thank you for your protection last night, but I need to speak with [ Name ]. “ “ I know you had a life before I got here. It’s not about that. “ ” [ Name ]’s been executed. He was beheaded this morning. “ “ How awful must you find me to do this ?! “ “ All engagements really do is hold alliances. “  “ ... But you won’t love me. You won’t let yourself. “ “ How could this happen ? Where were the guards ?! “ “ If she’s not a virgin, then she’ll never be the Queen  ... then our chances at court are over ! “ “ He said there are people, powerful people, behind this and he had no choice ! “ “ Gossip poisons too. “ “ Take care child, if anyone even knew you were asking this ... “ “ I don’t know who to believe or who to trust, I’m sorry [ Name ] ... ! “ “ A stupid, dead boy. All to protect his family form you ... “ “ You’re the reason he’s dead. Anyone close to you lives in constant danger. We’re disposable, all of us ! “  “ You are my queen & we are your subjects. We’re here in service to you, whatever that means, whatever it costs us. “  “ You can’t even protect yourself ! “ “ One glass of wine, and she’d wake with her virtue destroyed, this engagement over ! “  “ I think you’re impulsive and prideful. “  “ It’s been so hard. So much harder than I thought it would be. “  “ I meant - I want you to be well, your grace. “ “ Take care, my brave son, or you will bleed for a girl who will never be yours. “  “ Tell me you didn’t defend a boy they found in your bed ? What was he doing there ? “ “ You think I was with him to get back at you ? He’s dead. Leave it be ... I beg of you. “ “ What ? Because we’re engaged ? That’s funny, because you have no intentions of marrying me. What if I told them that ? ... Then, this would be over. “ “ It’s not true - I might marry you. “ “ The boy would have implicated me & you. “  “ I was thinking about myself, my friends, my safety ... “ “ You could have ruined your reputation, so that I couldn’t marry you, even if things go the way we want them too ! “  “ If you were not the future King of [ Kingdom ], and I was just a girl; not the Queen of anything ... would you want this ? “ “ You said the potion would make her sleep like the dead ! “ “ You must continue to sacrifice. “   “ I don’t know who you are, or why you hide, but your warning saved me. “  “ Danger surrounds me here, and I am in your debt. “ “ Are you in danger too ? ”

[maximalcatpossible]

Plot/ Open Starters

Some ideas for rp starters. Message me or send me a title if you’re interested.

“Witness Protection Plot”

Muse A has been placed in witness protection because they’re needed to testify against a life threatening criminal. They’re given to Muse B, a ruff and gruff detective who plays by his own rules and has been shot at too many times. Instead of protecting Muse A, Muse B drags them along to solve this case themself. ❎

“Battered Hero Plot”

Muse A is a HUGE fan of the local legend of a superhero hanging around where they live. One day they find this hero bloody, beaten up, and bruised. Muse A pulls their mask off to see Muse B, a kid in their class. What does Muse A do?

(Muse A can be a classmate, a friend, a teacher, a boyfriend/ girlfriend, Muse B’s bully, Muse B’s EX, etc.) (Can be nsfw) ❎

“Grumpy Old Man Plot”

Muse A is a caretaker to a grumpy old man, Muse B. They don’t always see eye to eye, but Muse B is always upfront and speaks the harsh truth to Muse A. Muse B seems to have an answer to EVERYTHING in the universe. From ethics, to war, to cars, to relationships, Muse B has an answer. ❎

“Return Of The Hero Plot”

In the mystic world of dragons, knights, and other beings, bad times are back. The dark evil sealed away many years ago is freed, and back with a vengeance. Muse A, a young hero/ heroine, must do something to stop them. They seek the help of the last remaining hero, Muse B, who helped seal the evil away. Now, an old woodsman/ woodswoman, Muse B wants nothing more than to be left alone. Still, Muse B is a hero to heart, and doesn’t want Muse A to die alone. Muse B journeys with Muse A to train them, and help them defeat this evil once again. ❎

“The Cat Plot”

Muse A has just brought home a new cat Muse B, but there’s something odd about this cat. It knows how to work the light switch, the remote for the tv, and even how to delete messages from the answering machine. The last straw was when Muse A caught Muse B taking a shower with a small towel on its head. Muse’s B’s response to this was an offended, “Do You Mind?!” ❎

“Vigilante Roommate Plot”

Muse A has recently become Muse B’s roommate (Your muse), they get along well but keep to themselves. Muse B notices Muse A sneak out sometimes after dark, but often come back with a black eye, or fresh wounds. It’s never discussed how or why, maybe Muse Be doesn’t want to know. However, the news keeps playing that a masked vigilante keeps the city in check by stopping criminals coincidentally at the same hours Muse A is gone. The final puzzle piece was in the room of Muse A. As Muse B does some snooping around, accidental or on purpose, they find some of the vigilante gear. Does Muse B bring it up, or not? ❎

“A Parent For Christmas Plot”

It’s Christmas time, and Muse A is a single parent who’s asked their child what they want for Christmas. Their response is, “I want a Mom/ Dad for Christmas.” Muse A hasn’t been burning up the scene lately, being caught between work, the holidays, and raising a child alone. What’s a parent to do but put an add in the paper. It was a simple add, “Parent wanted for the holidays.” While Muse A doesn’t expect anyone to answer, they actually get a bite. Muse B has answered their add for reasons of their own. Still, it is a chance for both of them to get through the holidays. As Muse A and Muse B drive to pick up the child from school, the terms and conditions are discussed. ❎

“Amnesia Plot”

Muse A has been in a coma for weeks due to an accident. Muse B, their spouse, has been sitting right next to them, hoping and praying that they’d wake up. Muse B’s prayers are answered, but at a cost. Muse A doesn’t recognize them. It only goes deeper when Muse A doesn’t know who they are, or remember their past. With deep amnesia, it’s up to Muse B to help them remember their past, and to show them that they were in love once upon a time. ❎

“More Than Words Plot”

Muse A has extreme social anxiety, and absolutely freezes up when they try to talk. They’ve resorted to writing all they need to say on a small whiteboard, thanks to Muse B’s ideas. Even though Muse A can’t say it out loud, Muse A is starting to have feelings for Muse B. ❎

“Old Flame Plot”

Muse A and Muse B were a thing once, but that didn’t last. On good terms, Muse A (Your Muse) went far and wide, but Muse B (My Muse) stayed home for the simple life. Years later, back in their home town, Muse A and Muse B see each other again. Muse B has a daughter, but is a single parent. Inspite of this, talking to Muse A again is like they never left. Can they rekindle what they once had to those wonderful days? ❎

“Healing Plot”

Muse A just came out of a bad breakup. Muse B, their friend, has been there to help Muse A back on my feet. Muse A’s depression is gone, their confidence is back, and it’s all thanks to Muse B. Is the time they spend together doing more than just healing Muse A, or are they just imagining things? ❎

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

I've been meaning to make a post on the new legends game since the announcement, but have continuously had stuff come up so finally getting around to it now. Noting now that I've only seen very little (I'll mention what beneath the cut) about it so if any of this has been proven/disproven, my bad I guess lmao. But yeah, with that in mind, these are my very late night thoughts/predictions for the game.

So starting off I want to say that the only things I have seen on this game is the trailer and that apparently the whole game happens within Lumiose City. My kneejerk reaction to it happening purely in Lumiose was disappointment but then I took a step back and remembered that this will be Lumiose before it becomes the city we know from X and Y. Realistically I cannot see them making the areas of the game either 1. any smaller than Legends Arceus or 2. if they are smaller, have any less areas than Legends Arceus. Like with all the work they've done since Sword and Shield with bigger areas, I have faith that the sizing won't be an issue here.

Plot wise I am a little nervous, but I think a lot of that is just because there's so much that is unknown for now. Like tbh we don't even know if it'll have the same elements as Legends Arceus. Like for all we know it's a level by level game that once you finish a level, you can't go back because that part of Lumiose will have been built. Like I doubt that's the case, I imagine it'll be similar to Legends Arceus because they know that works, but we just don't know for sure yet.

Much like everyone else, I do hope Zygarde gets a proper story and tbh I don't want the A in the title to be another legendary (I do have a theory that instead of a new one, it may be Arceus but we'll see), but as long as it's written well, I will be happy. I also do wonder if the swords of justice will play a role given them being based on the 3 musketeers and feeling like they should be in Kalos.

More broadly plotwise, I am also super happy that Kalos was picked because tbh it's one of my least favourite games given how many missed opportunities I felt it had (likely due to the lack of a 3rd game) so I am excited to hopefully see those gaps be filled.

But yeah, overall I will say though, with Legends Arceus being my favourite pokemon game, it does have a lot to live up to, and that makes me anxious.

As I'm sure is the case with most people, my main hope for this game is that there are new mega pokemon (and regional forms). And tbh, I hope that any pokemon that already has a mega doesn't get a new one... maybe with the exception of Blastoise and Venusaur because it'd be nice for Charizard to not have the special treatment lmao. I don't really have any hopes for specific pokemon to get a new form or mega, maybe something I wouldn't usually use. Like I had never used Muk before Sun and Moon and now Alolan Muk is a top 10 pokemon ever for me.

Starter wise, my first guess is that they will pick all 3 from ones that aren't generation 6 or generations that were picked for Legends Arceus. Sprigatito, Sobble and Torchic were the first to come to mind, but I also have a nagging (affectionate) feeling that Squirtle may also be picked. If I'm right, I will likely pick Sobble because I've never done a runthrough with it, but if it is Squirtle and not Sobble, I really don't know because I've used all three of those pretty evenly. Then again, Lavender specifically came from another region iirc (did we ever talk about the implications of this? Like the 'Hisuian' starter forms may not actually be from Hisui if he brought them along from where he was from. Like I know pokemon says it's the area that determines the form but it takes years/generations to adjust so there's likely another region that had at least similar if not the same final forms as the Hisuian starters) so they could use that as a reason to finally give the generation 6 starters a mega and/or new final form.

And there is probably more but it's 1am here so those thoughts will have to wait for another time.

[hanahaki-disease]

Haven't I Given Enough?

Hermit! Tommy Hermitcraft x DSMP Crossover

Chapter 8 | Always the Fool with the Slowest Heart

Summary: There, the flaw, the crack in the foundation and the reason for the downfall of this fragile world he’s come to love: Grian, himself.

Words: 1929

Notes: Chapter title from "Gilded Hearts" by Cults

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Xisuma didn’t want to admit it to himself. Didn’t want to admit that Grian could be more than the trickster avian that brought laughter to the hermits, more than the mother spore that drew him in, more than the man he fell in love with. But standing here in Tommy’s sanctuary watching the smoke trail left by the avian, Xisuma couldn’t help the betrayal bubbling in his chest. 

“Tommy!” Stress and Iskall rushed to the teen, his hands tangled in his hair and eyes closed tight, smoke from the rocket dusted his face and clothes.

The admin rushed after Grian, waiting till he was outside to launch a rocket, knowing that the avian would be at his base. And seeing as how the closest was his starter base, X landed there first before flying over to his megabase. The giant skeletal head nestled snugly in the snowy mountain peaks. Pristine, bleached bone blocks had a sheen of snow over the top and made the top glow in the sun as Xisuma flew through an eye socket, narrowly avoiding the walls of the small tunnel towards the inside of his base. 

He made his way to his storage room, the entrance barely peaking between two of the ribs in the ribcage. “Grian?” Xisuma called out as he landed in the bulk storage level. Nothing but the three walls of chests and layers of black glass beneath him. The second level was more interesting; mud bricks, copper blocks, acacia wood, and various other materials decorated the space. And there, pacing in the next room over, was Grian. His hands fidgeted with the hem of the red sweater he wore and the feathers on his wings puffing up, revealing the anxious worry that lingered over him. “Grian!”

The avian in question jumped at the sound of his name, and if his wings weren’t already puffed up, they sure did now. “I-I can explain.”

“What do you mean you’re a watcher?!” Xisuma said walking up to Grian. “And you didn’t tell me?! You better start explaining, Grian.”

“What Tommy told you was right,” Grian began. “I was the admin of a server named Evo years, and I mean years ago, and Pearl and I were taken by the watchers–”

“Pearl?! Pearl’s a watcher too?”

“Ye-yes, she’s a watcher, and-and she’s not doing well right now,” The smaller of the two explained. “But we were taken and I became one of Lady Death’s watchers and Pearl became Lady Irene’s watcher. I hated every part of it. Every day, every waking moment, I killed people, X.” Grian cried. “I killed people. Their blood is on my hands, gods, women…children are all dead because of me.”

Xisuma couldn’t help the pang of sadness that came from seeing Grian cry, tears brimming his eyes and falling down his cheeks. But it didn’t stop the anger of betrayal. How long had they known each other? How long had Grian kept his secret from everyone? He removed his helmet, the whirring of the air stabilizer annoying him more than helping. His base was already filtering the overworld air to help him breathe so the helmet was only there distorting the colors around him in a twinge of purple.

“But why didn’t you tell me?” Xisuma grabbed Grian’s attention. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? Do you realize how much danger all of us could be in because we’re harboring a watcher?!” The admin paused, hoping the overwhelming questions in his head settle enough for him to put into words. “What else aren’t you telling me?” Grian didn’t meet his gaze and Xisuma’s heart sank. “Grian, what else?”

“I…” He began. Eyes glued to the floor. “My…My watcher name is Xelqua.”

“What?” That seemed to be the breaking point for the admin. He turned around and threw his helmet against the nearest wall, the sound of breaking glass and damaged metal echoed in the quiet base. “You’re Xelqua?! You’re telling me that you’re a minor god and didn’t bother to tell anyone, which also means you’ve heard every. Single. One. of my prayers that I thought were private. You’ve known all this time?!”

“X, I-I can explain!”

“And all this time, these past years since I let you into Hermitcraft,” X said, facing away from the avian. “You kept it all to yourself. Is anything you’ve done genuine?! Anything at all?!” Tears began to fill his own eyes as doubt rose in his chest. “Because I’m having a hard time believing that we were genuine now.”

“We were! We are!”

“Are we!?” Xisuma yelled. “Because you just told me that you weren’t who we all thought you were, you aren’t avian, you’re a watcher. So how am I supposed to believe you when these past years together were built on a lie that could've endangered my server and my hermits! How am I supposed to believe you when you say that you love me?!”

“I didn’t tell anyone because I thought that if I did the other watchers would come after me and hurt you! Hurt all of you! I couldn’t let that happen…I can’t…Not after Evo.” Grian walked up to X. “And Xisuma, I do love you! I’ve done nothing but love you since I joined! Please, believe me, trust me! I was only doing it to protect all of you.”

“No, Grian! I can’t trust you anymore!” Xisuma left Grian’s hold. “I…I’m not sure I even love you anymore after this.”  

Grian stumbled back, the wings on his back dropping till they lay limply against the floor. The tears in his eyes fell freely now. They stained his sweater and the floor beneath him. “No, X, please.”

“Leave.”

“Xisuma…”

“Leave!” He shouted.  Xisuma watched as Grian walked away, his head hanging low and wings dragging against the ground. And when he looked back, the admin couldn’t meet his gaze, the anger now fading to grief as the nether portal transported him away. 

Xisuma collapsed against the ground, tears dropping against the floor as he clutched his breaking heart. 

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Grian had tried so hard to rebuild a new life here in Hermitcraft; tried so hard to make new friends and find a new purpose in life. Something so that he can move on from his past, but here he was, kneeling in the middle of his base. His hair covered his face and stuck to the dried tear streaks. Feathers strewn about the birch wood under him, sprinkles of blood dotted the floor, along with bloodied pin feathers. 

It wasn’t hard to hate his wings. Wings he shouldn’t even have. 

The watchers had given them to him; they had watched as they broke through the skin of his back, erupting from his body drenched in blood and pieces of the skin they tore through. No matter how loud he screamed, no matter how much he begged, they never listened to his cries of pain and suffering. They told him that the wings were “a symbol of power and hope” for the players. They told him that his wings “will take him where Lady death’s power reigned supreme,” but they never told him that they would bathe in blood every time he enacted his Lady’s wishes.

Like the blood they were christened in when they formed, they were bathed in it during every strike of his sword. Like the cries of suffering and pleas to cease he made, they heard the people yell as Grian slaughtered them. His eyes always glazed over, covered by the small wings that shielded his eyes from the pain he caused. 

His name wasn’t Grian during that time. No, Grian had died on the floor of the watcher’s base, writhing in pain as Xelqua was born. His wings were on his back, his hands had killed, his name was praised and glorified as a god when Grian rebelled. It was in Xelqua’s name that Grian had become a minor god, a title he never wanted, and it was in Xelqua’s name that people had prayed. They asked him for guidance, for help, for a path that saved them from whatever pain he knew he caused. 

And here he was again, his wings bathing in the blood they were born from, suffocating in the pain he’s caused.

“Uncle G?” Grian didn’t bother turning around. He knew it was Tommy. The kid had so many questions that only Grian could answer, but the ache in his head, his heart, and the cursed limbs on his back restrained him from acknowledging the child. “Hey, um, can we talk? Please?”

“Yeah, sure,” Grian wiped the tears from his eyes, hoping that Tommy couldn’t see the dried streaks along his face or the redness of his eyes. “What do you want to know?”

“Are you…” Tommy pondered, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “Are you really a watcher?”

The older of the two shook his head. For as long as he’ll live, the title of watcher was going to be placed on him again. “No, I am not. I was, a long time ago. I couldn’t do what they had forced me to do anymore.”

“What did they have you do?”

“I don’t want to tell you,” Grian confessed. “If I did, you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore.”

Grian saw Tommy think about his next question, his mind trying to create the right jumble of words to get his thoughts across. It brought a solemn smile to Grian’s face. He remembers trying to teach Tommy how to read in Evo, the look of raging determination on the five-year-old as he stammered to say the word “Amethyst” was the same now. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted at nothing in particular, one hand messing with the skin of his lips, the other resting across his chest. 

Reminiscing of times past was the only thing to keep Grian sane as he exiled himself to the world. The faces of his family and friends reminded him of who he was saving by being alone, and slowly over time, their voices faded, as did their appearance, leaving only vague stills in his mind of who they were. Their ghosts haunt him as he separated souls from their bodies in his dissociated state of mind. 

“Do you know where my mum is?” Tommy asked, breaking the silence that covered the two. Grian knew he was going to ask that question, it was just a matter of when. “Because if you’re alive and doing…somewhat shitty–”

“Hey, no cussing.” Grian interrupted.

“Then my mum must be alive somewhere too,” Tommy finished. “Uncle G, do you know where my mum is?”

He couldn’t meet Tommy’s gaze, “I do. But right now isn’t the best time to see her.”

“What? Why?” Tommy asked, rising from the chest he was sitting on. “She’s my mum! I have to see her!”

“I know, but she’s not doing well right now, okay? If you see her now, it’ll only make things worse.”

“No! I want to see my mum! Maybe her seeing me will make it better! You’re just trying to keep me away from her!”

“I’m not, I swear!”

“If you’re not gonna tell me where she is, then I’ll find her my-fucking-self!” Grian tried to stop Tommy as he ran away, his golden hair bouncing as he leaped over the floating rocks that made up the bridge to his base, but he couldn’t. His feet remained planted where he stood, watching as Tommy ran off in the anger Grian seemed to be spreading. Helpless to fix the problems he caused.

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I wanted my blorbos to hurt, but also I really want to explore Xisuma's emotions and how–in my head–he could react to Grian's confession. Especially since a lot of people don't write big emotions for X, I felt like he needed some attention.

Also Grian is going through it for real, kinda feel bad

ehh not really, i did this to him >:)

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