#And it’ll be a well used and cherished tag

[twelvebooksstuff]

LOLOL EXACTLY

9.6/10 he just gave me vampire 🦇 for each mikey's coat appearing a 2006 emo fairy is birth

[springtyme]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 ♡

Simon Riley x afab!reader || Masterlist || Ghost playlist

summary: You’re up late at night, alone and touch starved, when you get a phone call from the man you miss the most.

word count: 3.3k

warning/tag: Smut (18+, mdni!) Language. Fluff and a little angst. Mutual masturbation (phone sex). Reader is wearing one of Simon's shirts. Mention of cunnilingus, tit sucking, unprotected p in v with creampie, implied breeding kink on Simon’s side. Use of ‘good girl’.

"Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now So baby kiss me through the phone”

Simon is away again and holy fuck how you miss him. Every moment feels incomplete without him by your side. The distance between you seems unbearable at times, and the ache in your heart grows with each passing day.

As you are lying in bed, wearing his t-shirt, thoughts of him consume your mind. The soft fabric against your skin carries his scent, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. You imagine his smile, a smile so few people get to witness, but you are one of the few lucky ones who he let see it, you imagine his laughter. The warmth and security you feel whenever he holds you tight in his strong arms. As you replay cherished memories in your head, the longing intensifies, turning into a thumping pain in your chest, but it also brings you a sense of cathartic comfort.

If you just could call him it’ll be easier, but you can’t, you understand the need for secrecy and the importance of protecting his mission. You just have to be patient and wait till he can call you.

Now every time you hear a phone ring, your heart skips a beat. When it’s your own phone you find yourself hoping that it’s Simon on the other end, ready to reassure you that he is alright and that your fears are unfounded. But at the same time, there’s always a tinge of fear, a nagging worry that the call might bring news that your worst nightmare has come true.

And, as if on cue, as you lay and think about these things, the sound of your phone breaks through the silence, causing your heart to skip a beat. 

Your heart races, and you can’t help but wonder if it could be Simon. With trembling hands, you reach for the device, hoping beyond hope that it’s him. You glance at the screen and can’t see any number, it is an encrypted line, and a surge of emotions overwhelms you.

Heart pounding with a mix of anticipation, excitement and fear, you answer the call. “Hello?”

“Hi, love,” Simon’s gruff voice comes through the phone. He sounds knackered, but definitely alive. His voice crackles through the line, but the sound of it instantly soothes your worries. 

Relief floods over you, and tears well up in your eyes. “Hi, Si,” you greet him, trying to keep your emotions somewhat in check so you don’t use the precious time you get to talk to him bawling your eyes out. 

“I didn’t wake you did I?” His deep voice, laced with concern. 

“No, you didn’t,” you reassure him, not that you would have given a damn if he had, you’re just happy to hear his voice, alive and well.

“Well, you should be sleeping, I hope you’re taking care of yourself, love,” Simon says, his voice filled with genuine concern. “How have you been holding up?”

A mix of emotions floods over you at his question. You appreciate his thoughtfulness, knowing that despite the dangers he faces, he still worries about your well-being. But at the same time, you don’t want to burden him with your own struggles and fears.

“Well, you know me, I’ve been managing,” you reply, trying to sound strong. Afterall, he is the one who is facing danger and dodging bullets, not you. “Just looking forward to having you back.” 

Simon laughs softly, his deep voice filled with warmth. “I look forward to that too, love. But I promise, I’ll be back before you know it. We’ll have a proper cuppa together in no time, I’ll make sure we don’t have to deal with any of this long-distance rubbish for a while.” 

You can’t help but smile, a mix of love and longing in your heart. “I’ll hold you to that, I’ll keep the kettle ready. And I’ll make sure to get some proper biscuits this time.”

You had bought some fancy biscuits with rosemary and bergamot once, and Simon had absolutely hated them. Not that he had expressed it like that; he had been very polite about it, carefully trying to mask his distaste for the treats. However, you could see right through him. You had run down to the corner shop under your flat and bought some milk choc hobnobs, cause despite looking like a big scary bloke your boyfriend has the tastebuds of a child.      

“That sounds good,” Simon says, a longing sigh coming through the phone.

The simple thought of sharing a cup of tea with Simon brings a smile to your face. It’s the simple moments like those that you cherish the most, the moments of normalcy amidst the chaos that his career brings. But it also makes you miss other things to do with Simon. 

“Yeah, it does,” you agree, as your heart yearns for him you let a short silence unfold between you before you continue, your voice now sounding a little lower and more breathy. “I miss you, Simon.”

There is a brief pause before Simon responds, his voice filled with a mix of longing and determination, and holy fuck how you love that voice. You feel heat creep up your cheeks, at the sound, warmth pooling in your stomach, spreading through your body like a wildfire with longing for him. “I miss you too, love. Can’t wait to hold you again.” 

A surge of anticipation courses through you, and you can’t help but let your voice drop to a sultry whisper. “Yeah, I look forward to that.” 

Simon’s voice takes on a husky tone as he reads your switch in mood. “Consider it a guarantee, love. When I get back, I’ll make it up to you, show you just how much I’ve missed you, okay?”

“Mmm.” You hum to let him know that you are hearing him, but it comes out closer to a moan really. 

A brief silence hangs in the air between you before you break the silence again. 

“Si…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m wearing your shirt,” you confess, the words escaping your lips with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

There is a short pause between you, one that feels way longer than it actually is, before Simon finally says something. “Which one, darling?” His voice carries a hint of curiosity and anticipation, as if he can already picture you wearing it.

“Your Zeppelin one,” you confess.

You can hear how Simon’s breath quickens on the other end of the line, becoming more throaty and shallow. His voice, when he finally speaks, is filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

“Yeah?” he responds, his tone laced with anticipation.

“Yeah, it smells like you,” you whisper down the phone. “I just miss you so much.” 

There’s a moment of silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Then, Simon replies, his voice filled with the same desire that echoes within you. “Believe me, love, the feeling is mutual.” 

His words carry a warmth that wraps around you, bridging the physical distance between you both. It also makes a warm sensation swoop through your stomach, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together as you begin to feel a warm throbbing between your legs.     

“I wish you were here,” you say, meaning it from the bottom of your heart. 

Simon lets out a low chuckle, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Yeah, me too, love, you have no idea. But I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”

Squirming slightly in your seat by his words, the warm throbbing of your cunt increases. You take a deep breath grabbing the fabric of his shirt to bring it up to your nose, the scent of him lingers, providing a sense of comfort and reassurance but also making you miss having him close so much more, making you crave it. 

“Are you alone?” you whisper, your voice barely audible.     

“Yes.”     

“Wanna tell me what you’re going to do to me when you come home?” You feel a swoop of anticipation run through you as you ask him.

The sound of Simon swallowing audibly comes through the phone, his voice filled with anticipation. 

You put your phone on speaker, placing it on a pillow beside you. 

“I’d take my time with you,” his voice crackles through the speaker, deep and raspy. “I’d start by kissing that sweet mouth of yours. I’d drink up all those little moans you always make for me. You have no idea how much they turn me on. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I hear them, making me so fucking hard, baby. and I’ll have to get up to rub one out.”       

And as if on cue you let out a whiny moan as you imagine him in his tactical trousers, the imposing bulge of his hard-on restrained against the fabric, how his big hand will squeeze it though the garment. 

“Yes, baby, just like that,” he says with a sound that you think was supposed to be a laugh but ends up sounding more like a throaty groan. You hear the clang of metal through the phone, like a belt being unbuckled.  

“I’d kiss you until we are both out of breath, until we would have to break apart, maybe even a little longer. Fuck, miss kissing you so much, lovie.” 

“Miss that too,” you whimper, your hands now on your breasts, softly squeezing them through the soft cotton of Simon’s shirt as you rub your thighs together, feeling how the throbbing of your cunt reaches a whole new high, your panties getting more and more damp.      

“I’d start going down, kiss your jaw and down your neck,” Simon continues. 

Your breath hitches, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You can almost feel how your skin tingles in the places Simon describes kissing. 

“I’d keep going down, kiss you everywhere, love. Let myself taste just how sweet that body of yours is,” he groans softly. 

As his words reach your ears, a vivid image takes shape in your mind. You can picture the way he would hold you. How he would slowly trace every contour, every curve, as he maps out your skin with his lips and tongue, savouring the taste and texture of your skin, leaving a trail of desire in his wake.

“I’d take those pretty tits in my mouth, give them the attention they deserve.”  

You let out a little squeal as you imagine his tongue around your nipples, licking and sucking at your sensitive nubs. 

“Then I’d have you laid back on the bed, all naked and spread out for me. I’d get between your thighs and eat that sweet pussy out just how I know you like it, wouldn’t stop until you’ve gushed all over my face.”  

The thought alone sends a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself instinctively responding to the memory.  You can feel the weight of his touch, the warmth of his breath against your skin. Your head tilts back, lost in the sensations that flood your imagination. The mere thought of his touch elicits a tantalising twitch of pleasure through your body, a physical manifestation of the connection you share.

You let your legs part, spreading them wide on the soft mattress, and you let your non-dominant hand creep down the soft fabric of the Simon’s shirt, continuing lower until you reach the hem of the garment and slides it up under the shirt, slowly tracing your fingers up over the warm skin of your naked abdomen and up through the valley of your tits, until you cup your breast again, this time without the barrier of the shirt, gently squeezing at the soft flesh before you start playing with your hardened nipple. Your dominant hand is wandering down to your panties, the pads of your fingers gently tracing a line over the now soaked fabric. You haven’t been this wet in a while, at least not since Simon left for deployment.   

Through the speakers of your phone, you hear him curse softly, his voice filled with a mix of longing and frustration. The distance between you feels unbearable, as the desire to be together intensifies with each passing moment. As you close your eyes, your imagination takes flight, allowing you to indulge in the sweet memories of your bodies entwined. The anticipation builds, fueling the fire within. 

Now feeling so damned desperate you dip your hand into your panties, slowly sliding your fingers through your wet folds, coating them with your arousal, before you start to, oh so slowly, circling around your clit.  

“I’d let myself drown in that sweet, sweet pussy of yours. Sweetest, fucking thing I’ve ever had. I can still taste it whenever I think about it,” he continues. His tone is damn near dangerous, so low and growly. You almost cum from the thought alone, the thought of being completely at his mercy. “What about you, love? What would you do with me if I was there?” He coaxes you. 

“I’d let you have me however you want me. I miss having you inside me so bad, Si,” You admit with a whimper. 

“Oh, missing my cock that much, lovie?” he teases, but there is a tenderness and a longing hidden behind his words.   

“Mmm.” You nod even though he can’t see it. “I miss all of you, Si.”

The sounds of him pumping himself is now audible through the phone. The sound is making you even more desperate to have him back. You can’t help but imagine him, his big fist sliding up and down that big girthy cock of his, the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, throbbing and dripping with precum, just for you. 

“Fu-uuck, what I wouldn’t give to be inside you right now, sweetheart.” he almost growls, making you whimper. “I’d make you feel so good, baby. Turn you into a babbling cock drunk mess.” Simon’s voice grows huskier, filled with primal desire. “I’d fill you up so good, again and again until you you’d be fucking dripping, with my cum.” He growls down the phone. “Fill you up and give you a piece of me to carry, a piece of me you could have forever. Fu-uuck, and everyone would know that I’m yours, that we belong together.”    

A soft moan escapes your mouth as you imagine the scenario he’s describing. Your fingers now moving in fast tight circles around your sensitive clit. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, huh, love?” His voice, dripping with hunger and desperation, and you whine out for him, giving him those sweet sounds that you know makes him go feral. 

“Good girl,” he praises. “Fuuck, doing so good for me.”

A hot shiver runs up your spine at the praise. You remove your fingers from your clit, instead sliding them down a little further, making your panties push down your hips to instead dwell around your thighs. You drag your fingers through your slick folds, collecting your wetness before you slide first one then two fingers inside of your pussy. You bring your other hand, that until now had occupied your sensitive nipples, down to your clit, flickering the sensitive nub while you pump into yourself wishing that it was Simon’s skilled fingers or girthy cock that was thrusting into you instead. His name starts spilling from your lips in a line of whiny moans. 

“You sound so fuckin’ pretty,” he sounds like he is as close to ecstasy as you are, his voice low and breathy. “Are you close, baby?” 

“Ye-yeah, so close, Si,” you pant. The slick sound of your fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt ring in your ears and you know that Simon must be able to hear it over the phone. 

“I’m close too, love. Can you cum for me, sweetheart? We can cum together. Imagine me filling up that sweet little pussy, have you dripping with my cum, yeah?”  

“Yes, Simon, want that so bad,” you moan, “Fu-uck, I’m so close, Si.”

“That’s good. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he groans. “Come on, baby, cum with me.” 

You moan out his name as your walls clench around your fingers, your other hand flicking over your clit in a fast steady rhythm as you feel how the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps, your orgasm rushing through you in hot, blissful waves as you fuck yourself through your high. You can hear Simon’s throaty moans coming over the phone, cursing and panting under his breath as you both ride out your climaxes.

Your walls flutter around your fingers as you slowly come down from your high. Aftershocks are still pumping through your cunt as you slowly pull your soaked fingers out, wiping them off on the sheets. You’ll change them in the morning, but right now you can’t be bothered. 

You both take a few seconds to catch your breath before Simon’s voice crackles through the phone again. “How do you feel?”

“I’m good, Si, really good, just wished you were here to feel good with me.” You grab the phone, turning it off speaker again and bringing it up to your ear. You lay yourself down on your side, curling up on yourself  as you let your body sink into the soft mattress. You pull the duvet over you, suddenly feeling very tired and alone, wishing that Simon was there to cuddle with you.     

“Yeah, I’d like that too.” His voice sounds much softer now.  

A little silence falls over you, the both of you needing to land again and you both feel the other’s absence all the more now, but you don’t want to stop talking with Simon, not when you finally can, but you also know that he only has limited time for phone calls. You just have to stay strong until you finally have him back again.  

“Si?”

“Yes, love?” Simon responds, his deep voice gentle and reassuring.

“Come back to me safe?” you plead, the weight of worry evident in your words.

A small pause follows. Then, Simon’s voice breaks through, filled with determination and devotion. “Love, I’ll come crawling back to you if I have to.” 

The words hang in the air for a moment, the intensity of Simon’s promise sinking into your heart. Tears well up in your eyes as you whisper, “I don’t know what I would do without you, Simon.” The vulnerability in your voice echoes the depth of your emotions, the fear of losing him almost too much to bear.

Simon’s voice softens, filled with tenderness as he responds, “You won’t have to find out, love.” 

Though you still worry about him, you let his words offer you solace for now.  

“It’s getting late,” Simon’s voice comes through with a hint of playfulness. “I think it’s time for you to get some beauty sleep.”

You can’t help but let out a tired giggle at his teasing tone, despite your worry for him, feeling the warmth of his affection even through the phone. “Oh, so you think I need beauty sleep, huh?” you reply, a mischievous twinkle in your voice.

Simon chuckles softly. “Well, only because you’re already the most beautiful person I know, and I want you to wake up even more radiant tomorrow.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, lieutenant Riley,” you say, a playful lilt in your voice and he chuckles softly at your remark. “Can you stay on the line until I fall asleep?” you ask softly, a gentle plea in your voice.

“Of course, love,” Simon replies, his words full of unwavering devotion. “I’ll stay with you as long as you need me.” 

A sense of comfort washes over you, knowing that even when miles apart, Simon is there for you. The ache in your heart is still there, but it’s overshadowed by the knowledge that Simon is safe, for now.  

Closing your eyes, you listen to the steady sound of his breathing, a reminder of his presence and the love that binds you together. In this moment, sleep comes easier, your worries momentarily eased by the knowledge that you are not alone.

As you drift off into dreams, you hold onto the promise that soon you will be reunited, and the ache in your heart will be replaced with the joy of being in Simon’s arms once again.

[wonderlandwalker]

Cherished Moments | Finnick Odair x Reader

THG Masterlist / Taglist / Inbox

Summary: Finnick is trying to get you to relax and, well, it works maybe a bit too much.

Content Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff, small injury, lovesick Finnick, grumpy!reader x sunshine!Finnick, insinuations of violence, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Requested by Anon: I love your writing!!! What do you think a grumpy reader �� sunshine finnick would be like? Love the back cat gf golden retriever bf trope haha and I feel like finnick would be obsessed with someone who was mean to everyone BUT him! Feel free to ignore if you don't feel inspired, I'll read everything you write anyway!!

A/N: Can someone pls let me know if they actually manage to find the request after I've posted them I have no clue if these are getting through. Ngl this one was a struggle for me but once I found the right idea it came pouring out. Do they even have darts in the Hunger Games universe? Well, they do now. Keep sending me requests I genuinely love doing them!!

“Come on, I know you can do it! I’ve seen you throw knives, this is pretty much the same thing, only smaller.” Finnick was trying to encourage you, but you weren’t easy to win over. 

“I’m telling you, I can’t. This is just different. The darts are so much smaller and lighter, it throws me off balance.” You were at a party in District 13, well, calling it a party would be generous. 

“Just try. I’ll help you come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He couldn't hide his smile at your antics, but he also knew if anyone was able to convince you, it was him.

“Fine, but if something goes wrong it's on you.” You looked him in the eyes, and could see a spark of light inside them, and you wouldn't admit it, not with all the other people in the room, but it warmed your heart a little.

“It’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen” He asked you, and you almost scoffed at the question.

“I could hit someone, and then everyone will hate me even more than they already do”

“They don't hate you, they just don't know you the way I do.” Whenever someone would ask him what he saw in you, he would always be dumbfounded. Sure, you had a hard exterior, but when someone has gone through as much in their life as you did, were you really to blame? No, he didn't understand the question, because, to him, you were perfect. Whether you were sulking at breakfast for having to leave the bed or smiling at him because they were serving your favourite dish for dinner, he would take anything you gave him. 

“Are you telling me that you, the victor of the 70th Hunger Games, are afraid of hurting someone with a tiny dart?” He was challenging you, and it was working.

“I'm not afraid, I just don't want anything to go wrong.” The way your voice softened around him made his heart beat faster for you and sometimes, he swore you knew and were doing it on purpose.

“You won’t, just throw it straight into the board.”

Finnick is standing behind you, grinning like he’s just won some sort of lottery while he guides your arm up for you, you can feel his breath on your neck before he whispers “Come on love, do it for me.” You’ve never been able to deny him, to your own annoyance at times, so you do as he says.

The dart flies through the air, and it doesn't hit the board, but it comes relatively close. So you throw a second dart and it hits the board, but you don’t manage to score any points just yet. As you throw another one, it manages to hit the board, but only for a little while before it falls to the floor. You throw your hands up in defeat before saying “See, told you I couldn't do it.” But Finnick hasn't given up, in you, he would never give up.

“That’s nonsense, you just have to try again, be patient.” He walks over to collect your darts and hands them back to you. He steps behind you again, guiding you into the right position before speaking.

“Just close your eyes, imagine you’re throwing them at Snow.” It makes you laugh and he can feel your muscles relax. He would always feel so proud of himself when he made you laugh, he didn't mind that you don't do it often, it would only feel like so much more of an achievement.

You do as he says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath right before you throw the dart, hitting it right in the bullseye. You throw another, hitting the bullseye again. But you miss the board with the next one when Finnick leaves a small kiss on your shoulder, and your breath hitches. You can feel his body moving from behind you, and focus to throw another dart. It’s only when you hear an exclamation of pain coming from right in front of you that you snap open your eyes, you would recognize it anywhere. In front of you was Finnick, standing right next to the board with one of his hands clutched in the other, and when you take a closer look, you can see the dart that is stuck in the back of Finnick's hand.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry are you okay.” He would never tell you this, but he doesn't even mind that it happened, seeing you being sweet on him so openly, it makes him forget anything even happened in the first place.

“I'm fine sweetheart.” there is a strain in his voice, and he knows you can hear it too from the way your brows furrow in regret. You knew he wasn't trying to be tough for you, no, you had moved past that years ago. he was trying to not make you worry, it was something he would always do no matter how much pain he was in. But you were worried, because in contrast to all those other times, this time it was your fault that he was hurt. It never phased you much when someone would get shot, it never phased you much as you heard the canons each night in the arena signalling another death, not in the way it phased other people, but this, this broke you.

“Finnick you are not fine, there is a fucking dart inside your hand and it's my fault.”

“Well, most people don’t throw a fourth dart sweetheart." He says, and he chuckles a little, but you don't hear it in your state of worry.

“I am so sorry I-” You were choking up over your guilt, and while he loved getting to see your raw emotions, this one he didn't enjoy.

“Hey, no, I'm sorry too, don't get yourself worked up over this. It's just a dart, I will be fine. Why don’t you go get me a first aid kit?” He really was fine, and he could have gotten it himself, but he knew how much you would get in your own head when you didn't have anything to do in these kinds of situations. 

Once you come back and help patch him up, he looks up at you and you catch his gaze. A smile crosses his face in a way he knows his cheeks are going to hurt.

“Why are you smiling” you ask, confused at his glee in a situation like this.

“Because I know you care about me. You don’t always show it, and you don’t have to, because moments like these I’ll cherish forever.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, he swears he could just stand here and look at you for the rest of his life. 

“Oh, would you shut up already” you tell him while swatting his hand away from your face and rolling your eyes.

“You can’t tell me to shut up, you threw a dart into my hand.” He’s still grinning like an idiot, and it's infecting you. One of the corners of your mouth lifts up, and it's subtle, but he catches it, how could he not with how intently he is watching you. You’re back to your old dynamic, but he loves it just as much.

[surshica]

RUMOR HAS IT..

: CL16

genre: fluff,angst? (if you squint),social media (smau) + written

warnings: translated french and korean,cussing

A/N: imma just add angst just in case i forget but if you squint maybe it’ll be there? also broken humor here i made this in the morning soo excuse any typos..not proofread btw!

synopsis: charles is in a new relationship with a runway model and fashion icon reader—all is well until a rumor comes around saying he is cheating on you with your bestie.. (fc: tingting_lai)

yourusername

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yourusername yacht trips with you are always wonderful <3

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alex_albon werent you there with them…

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yourusername you literally invited your bf..

yourbestie he fell asleep 😒

arthur_leclerc …slanderous.

charles_leclerc everyday with you is a wonder day mon ange <3

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pierregasly i think imma throw up

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f1wags beautiful as always!!

user5 check your dms bestie…

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charles_leclerc that’s not true and you know that…

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f1wags

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f1wags was dmed a photo of what looks to be yourbestie and charles staring at eachother lovingly while yn is away! is this the case of playboy charles returning after years of being in a relationship with yn 👀😉🫣

user1 doesn’t yourbestie have a bf…

user6 yeah and it’s charles’ brother!!

user5 SOMETHING DOESNT FEEL RIGHT

user1 nah..she a brother hopper😭, yn and arthur deserve better

user8 idk where yall seeing the love like eye contact because i for-one do not see it!!

user9 RIGHT like it doesn’t make sense, it was yourbestie who introduced charles to yn so why would she want to get with him now when she had all those years ago to get with him? ppl making stuff up.

user8 it’s like you were reading my mind!

user10 it shouldn’t be our business too!

user3 PIERRE LIKED THIS?!:!he probably knows something we don’t…

user5 @pierregasly spill the beans mister; i know you know all the f1 gossip

user4 okay but why did yn like it too? does she know something too?

user2 yn liking this is definitely giving hot girl revenge arc!!

yourusername now wtf is this?

user13 SHE REPLIED. OMG SHE KNOWS.

user4 YN REVENGE ARC YESSS

user3 charles gonna regret he hurt this girls feelings

user9 we love a good villain arc!

user10 her replying is iconic

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yourbestie cheers to an 14 year friendship! you truly are the world to me, you are like the sister i’ve always wanted. i cherish every memory with you, i am greatful for everything you do for me! i can’t wait to see what the future leads us too~ 너무 사랑해요!! i love you so much

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yourbestie I KNOW IM SORRY something came up last minute but i promise to make it up to you in a girls day<3

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yourbestie anything for you!

yourusername @charles_leclerc take notes!

charles_leclerc you two are literally just flirting with eachother in the comments…what more do you want me to do:(

arthur_leclerc feel my pain

user3 aint no way she posted this while quiet literally fcking her bff’s bf behind her back..

user7 THIS IS SO CUTE IM SOBBING

user12 not until you find out she flirting with charles.

user9 can y’all take these negative ass comments somewhere else and just enjoy the fact ITS AN 14 YR FRIENDSHIP.

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f1wags charles leclerc and your bestie spotted roaming around monaco ‼️ charles and your bestie were reported to go on a shopping spree and they looked very happy and giggly. reportedly they came out of cartier with two bags, both were holding a bag. maybe this a sign that these two are actually together 👀🔥

user1 no fcking way..

user3 ON THE FRIEND-VERSARY ??

user6 didn’t she tell yn she was busy..

user13 busy fcking charles..thats for sure

user5 this is more disgusting than i thought

user9 imma give them the benefit of the doubt maybe we weren’t supposed to see these photos!!

user10 we should fr respect their privacy, idc if he is cheating on her or not this is fr creepy.

user7 okay but coming out of Cartier with bags?! now i’m even more suspicious..

user11 i feel so bad for yn and arthur, the fact they liked this too. they need to find better bf and gf fr😭

yourusername 진심이야, 이거 진짜야? 🫠 seriously, is this real?

arthur_leclerc lets not get ahead of ourselves, you guys don’t know what’s going on..

user6 arthur you know what is going on between these two? and what they are doing together?

arthur_leclerc yeah, i know the plans but i don’t like that you guys are jumping to conclusions like this

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a small pout formed onto your lips, ohone in hand screen frozen on the f1wag page. a part of you wanted to be in disbelief of what you saw. charles had told you that he something important to do and bestie name had said she was busy as well. the dots were slowly connecting as if it was a game of squares.

the thought of your boyfriend of almost two and a half years cheating on you with your best friend was not a pleasing thought, scowling at the idea of it. you were sitting down on the couch knees tucked into you, your head resting on them staring down at the phone screen. dozens of thoughts flooded your brain.

is he cheating on me? how long? does arthur know he is being cheated on? are they for sure cheating on me? they’re childhood friends i don’t think he is cheating on me! bestie name doesn’t even like charles like that! am i being played? the thoughts had flooded your brain you had completely forgotten to get ready. the vibration of your phone had broken you out of your dazed state. looking at the caller id it was him. it was charles, the words in bold “lover boy<3” had popped up with a cute picture of him. pressing the accept button you put it on speaker,

yn : hello?

lover boy<3 : mon ange! are you ready?

yn : ..uh yeah im almost ready!

lover boy<3 : okay i’ll be there to pick you up in 15 minutes~

his voice sounded deeper through the phone, a small smile formed onto your lips

yn : where did you go charlie? you’ve been out for a while..

lover boy<3 : have i? désolé chérie je devais faire quelque chose d'important, sorry honey i had to do something important why? are you worried about me? how sweet

charles had a small smirk formed on his lips, he just dropped off your bestie name at her house as he called you.

yn : who said that? no i was just curious, thats all.

yn’s smile slowly formed back to a pout. he didn’t tell her but rather just said something important, it didn’t make her feel any better.

yn : (sigh)

lover boy<3 : what’s wrong mon-

yn : 꿀 honey i’ll you back i need to go to the bathroom.

you quickly ended the call ruffling your hair taking in a deep inhale before getting up to go get ready quickly.

after rummaging through your closet you found a cute brown pleated skirt, to match with it you grabbed a white tank top and black and white cardigan with a black beret. looking at the mirror you smiled at the outfit heading to the bathroom to do some quick makeup. nothing too fancy

charles furrowed his brows at the erupted ending of the call. he didn’t think much of it shrugging it off. maybe you were just tired was a thought he had, not once did he think you found out he was with your bestie name.

you had just finished in time, charles texted you that he was outside. grabbing a small purse putting your wallet and phone in there pranced your way to the front putting on a pair of brown boots you had just bought. the walk to the car felt dreadful. the more you stepped closer more thoughts flew over your head, you were starting to convince yourself that maybe he was cheating on you with her.

you needed to shake the idea out of your head and you had to do it now, your hand was on the car door handle but you hesitated. charles noticed your hesitation, his brows furrowed some more as he leaned over to the other seat opening the door for you. “mon angé are you alright?” he watched you climb into the seat buckling up. one thing about charles, he is a person who is very expressive from the body language to the faces to the voice itself. yn looked at him placing a small peck on his cheek, “yeah im just a little tired that’s all”

charles stared you down he was trying to see if you were lying or not, “well tu sais tu peux toujours me dire n'importe quoi mon ange, si ça te dérange tellement dis le moi. you know you can always tell me anything my angel, if it bothers you so much tell me.” he tucked a piece of your hair behind your exposing your cheek that got what felt like a genuine kiss. the ride to wherever you were going was suffocating, both of you hated it. you cleared your thought brushing your hand against his free hand. “so mister charles where was this important place you went to today?” you wanted answers so you kept pushing for him to tell the truth. 

charles quickly looked and you before looking back at the road, “if i tell you where i was and what i was doing it wouldn’t be a secret mon ange!” he was being very smiley, your lips formed an o shape. “why do you wanna know? are you trying to stalk me?” charles snickered his shoulders slowly bouncing up and down. you shook your head clearing your throat, “i don’t need to do that i already have someone for that..” your tone was bitterly.

you were staring out the window, you didn’t want to bare the sight of him. what if questions flew everywhere you got more upset with yourself you didn’t want them, charles noticed the shift in attitude; “mon ange seriously tell me what’s wrong,” concern laced his voice as he grabbed your hand placing mini kisses on them “, i don’t like seeing you upset. i can any questions you have just talk to me..”

a sigh escaped your lips looking at the pouty monegasque, “why were you with bestie name today? she said she was busy and you said you had an important thing to do today. are the two of you you kn—” your throat throbbed as each word managed to escape your throat, “what?” was all charles could reply with, he quickly parked the car before facing yn.

“rumor has it you were with bestie name today at a mall together..there of pictures of the two of you together charlie” his grip on your hands tightened as each word flowed out of your mouth. “chérie im not cheating on you with bestie name, i would never.” his heart broke seeing you think of all that, “okay but what was important that the two of you had to go to the mall together?” you just wanted to few reassurance.

“well..fuck i cant say it but its a surpise. you weren’t supposed to see those photos seriously, im not cheating on you when i went to the mall with her earlier. we went to go get some gifts for arthur you can even ask him mon amor!” he watched as her shoulders that were tensed up became relaxed. “oh. i’m sorry that i jumped to conclusions so fast it wa—”

charles chuckled letting go of her hand, “it’s okay mon ange. its those stupid fan accounts fault for making you think that.” he said getting out of the car to go open the door for you.

he had taken you to a nice small cafe, it wasn’t very popular but it was one of your favorites. the honey outside atmosphere was definitely to die for, the way green plants coated everywhere. the two of you sat at what was a four person table. pointing at the two empty seats charles just smiled, “two people will be joining us but they’re running a little late..”

“i didnt get to say this but you look beautiful my love” charles who grabbed your hand the table fiddling with it. “am i never beautiful to you?” you scoffed playfully—charles was taken aback from that comment “no no you’re always beautiful you just look extra beautiful!” charles justified or well he believed. “so you don’t think i’m extra beautiful whenever?” you pouted playfully. charles who was lost for words “no you are just so—you know what i mean mon amour!!” he sighed frustratedly causing you to giggle at his frustration.

“you’re so mean mon chérie~” he scrunched up his face to make it look like he was upset, “i’m not mean you are just easy to pick at!” you justified, “mean.” “no” “mean” “no” “charlie we sound like children..” “well you started it” he smirked making you roll your eyes at him. a comfortable silence fell between the two, you started to believe the other two were just not going to come at all.

“you have pretty eyes charlie” you blurted out without a care, a blush crept onto his face. he didn’t know if it was the compliment or if it was the fact you were staring at him as if he was the only thing that mattered in the world, maybe it was both. “you think so chérie?” he felt the grip of his hand that had been interlocked with yours tighten. “i don’t think so i know so” she had such loving stares it made charles weak to his knees. the stares she gives him make his heart flutter like a teenage boy seeing his school crush, he was always lost for words, he was little butter melting in your touch and stares.

the truth is, he was upset with himself finding out that you had these thoughts, these thoughts that he was cheating on you with your best friend. he wanted to get you a gift and he didn’t want to fuck it up; he believed bringing someone who you held dear to your heart and who knew you best would’ve been the right choice—he didn’t think once you would take it as him cheating on you with her bestie. it hurt him inside.

he had always wanted to show you how appreciative he was of you, he never had the time but now he does. you do so much for him and he wants to thank you for that, the states you give him; they were loving and warmly. the way you love him throughout his career taking time to visit his races it did something to him. from how you looked at him, touched him, smiled and laughed at his jokes, how you talk about him so much to family, how you make playlist about him, and even made sure he felt like he was the priority in everything—it did something for him. since the first day he met you he knew you were the one for him.

the way you made sure you’re there for him after the races and that you were okay made his heart skip beats. he had always felt like the knight in shining armor in previous relationships but with you he felt like the princess and you were the knight. he loved everything about that; it was something new to him something he never would’ve thought he would love. the small cartier box warmed in his pockets. you are always doing stuff for him he just wants to do one simple thing for you, is that too much for him to ask for? he knew he had to wait for arthur and bestie name to get here but he seriously couldn’t.

he thought any longer he waited he would spill the beans about everything, “chérie you know how much i love you right?” his lips parted as his hand slowly made his way to his pocket grabbing the small cartier box. “always know, you tell me like every hour even on the race track” you had teased a smile evident on your lips. “tu sais à quel point je t'aime mais sais-tu à quel point je t'aime ? Je te chéris tellement, j'aime tout ce que tu fais pour moi, j'aime la façon dont tu es toujours là pour moi, peu importe à quel point je fais mal sur la piste de course ou je suis contrarié. tu fais tellement pour moi, c'est vraiment comme un cadeau! you know how much i love you but do you know how much i love you? I cherish you so much, I love everything you do for me, I love how you are always there for me no matter how badly I do on the racetrack or how upset I am. you do so much for me, it's really like a gift.”

“tu es un cadeau que je dois protéger de tout ce qui arrive, je n'ai jamais été doué avec les mots mais chaque fois que tu es avec moi, je fond. tu as sur moi cet effet que je n'avais jamais ressenti auparavant dans les relations que j'avais. you are a gift that i have to protect from everything that happens, i have never been good with words but every time you are with me i melt. you have this effect on me that i have never felt before in the relationships i had.” charles titled his head to the side closing his eyes taking a deep breathe, “charlie what’s this about?” you had questioned sitting up properly instead of slouching. “just promise me something mon amour. promise me that you will be with me no matter how hard times are.” charles slowly pulled out the red velvet textured box from his pocket.

it was a small rectangular box with gold like lettering saying “cartier”. charles had placed it into your hands, “you do so much for me so the least i could do is buy a promise ring.” his voice turned soft, it was silky soft. the box on the other hand was in your grasp you were staring at it, a prominent smile rushed to your face, “charlie..” you had opened the box to see a singular gold band with jewels graves into it, “its a promise ring, a promise that i will love you endlessly.” charles held up his hand showing how he was already wearing his.

“its beautiful…charlie. i love it” you took the ring out of the box putting it on a one your right index finger, “and i promise to love you endlessly.” a blush creeped onto your cheeks, “thank you 아기. 사랑해요 baby. i love you” charles wasnt fluent i.n korean that’s for sure but he knows how to say he loves you, “i love you too mon ange.” he grabbed your hand with the ring on it placing a soft kiss, smiling to himself.

“CHARLES I TOLD YOU WAIT TILL WE GOT HERE.” you heard your bestie name’s voice boom near you, it startled you but it made you giggle. “well you two were taking too long and i got impatient…hurry up next time” he scoffed, your bestie name didn’t let that slide and she started to punch him lightly. “i hope you didn’t fuck it up. be glad i went with you to get the proper ring size!” your bestie grabbed his ear and the two started to fight.

it truly did feel like home with them, “i’m guessing he gave you the ring?” arthur said standing behind you with his hands in his pockets, “you knew?” yn looked at him your lips forming an a line. “of course i knew thats why i tried to defend them but it was no use at that point, people jump to conclusions too much” he shortened a chuckle. “yeah you’re right they do.”

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charles_leclerc its always rumor charles is cheating on his gf but never rumor has it that charles is still and forever madly in love with his girlfriend of two years.

user8 SEE YALL WERE WRONG ADMIT IT.

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user9 they’ll forever be happily in love yall are just haters!!

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user15 charles yn defender till i die.

user4 SO CUTE OMG

user1 is that a promise ring?? that’s so..i’m melting

yourusername 나는 내 아름다운 소년을 너무 사랑 !! <3 i love my beautiful boy so much

maxverstappen1 soo i dont get to yell at him for cheating on you?:(

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charles_leclerc HUH WHATD I MISS MAXIE?

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user13 get me someone who looks at me the way charles looks at yn.

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pierregasly listen if charles was gonna fumble this one i would whole heartily become a homie hopper‼️

lewishamiliton agreed

charles_leclerc i know where the both of you live…

lilymhe stop i was ready to fight him after what i saw. the two of you are so cute !

charles_leclerc WHY IS EVERYONE TRYING TO FIGHT ME OR STEAL MY GF??

yourbestie okay where is my thank you? i helped you 😒

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yourusername 기다리는 자에게 좋은 일이 생긴다<3 good things happen to those who wait<3

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charles_leclerc i thought i was your photographer?

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[eris-snow]

𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Tags:7 reasons why I love you, shoto x fem!reader, angst, fluff

He remembers praying at the time every day that slipped by, that this month would go on forever.

Shoto still hadn’t fully accepted it yet. December was a flurry of precious memories, and he loved each one of them as he continued to decent deeper in love with you.

But even good things need to come to an end. With his wedding next year, he was forced to forgo seeing you for most of the day because of his jam-packed schedule. Instead, he got a face full of Momo, his bride-to-be. She was nice, sure. Elegant and sophisticated in ways beyond you, but…Shoto didn’t fancy her at all.

Soon, your meet-ups turned nightly, all well-passed dusk in the snowy garden grounds.

He’d have to sneak out in order to meet you. To get past the guards patrolling around as he ducked out to meet you.

Shoto might be running from responsibility but, gosh, did it feel good as he kissed you under the stars.

Sometimes, you’d even dance in the pavilion with him, because dancing out in the ballroom was a social death sentence. He and you were forced to be subtle now, finding stray pockets of time just to see each other in your hectic lives.

“Sho, what is this?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him as he extended a hand to you.

The lamp was lighted and placed in the pavilion, the only glow in the pitch-black night.

“Don’t play this game,” Shoto laughed, holding out a hand to you. “Dance with me, Snowflake.”

You take his hand, giving him a smile. “If you insist.”

He twirled you in a circle, trying to take his mind off his stressful day when you break the silence. “You seem discontented.” You noted. “Did something happen?”

Being called out, he focused his eyes on you. “Momo’s just…different from you. I won’t say I’m unhappy with her, it’ll just…take some getting used to.”

“You are an awful liar, and I hope you know that.”

Shoto’s face reddened.

“But you also have a good heart.” You said, looking up at him as he moved in sync with your footsteps. “Do not lose that.”

Shoto nodded, eyes soft and gentle. “You too.”

—

Shoto often caught you with a faraway look from that day on. You are the one person he couldn’t ever read properly, so when you didn’t tell him what was wrong, he tried not to push, either.

“Is it about me?” He remembers asking.

You’d turned to look at him, eyes distant and dazed, before nodding vacantly. He pulled you into his embrace at your request, trying to think of what to say.

I’m here for you.

Don’t be sad.

Please don’t cry.

Part of Shoto prayed for you not to cry. He wouldn’t know how to handle it.

He had seen so many layers of you, from your beautiful appearance and personality to your snarkiness and blatant honesty. The strongest side of you, he realised. And now he was cradling the most vulnerable side of you, cherishing you at your weakest.

Care, Shoto realised, is a bucket load of yearning to make that desired person happy. To show them that they have someone, to show that he’s there for them.

Shoto feels your face, and it’s wet and red.

When you get back to the palace, you both blame it on the cold.

—

The subject was never brought up again, and Shoto doesn’t have a spare second as he’s whisked off to learn first-hand how royal duties are carried out. There was nothing he hated more than having to spend a full day with the king himself, but with a lot of things, he just grinned and bore it.

After being cooped up inside the castle for so long, Shoto had to admit it was nice to go somewhere outside.

His memory of this is fuzzy. It made sense that it was, because he typically tried to erase all memories that his father was in.

Shoto knows his father was doing something, some event or opening that was too long ago to remember.

He turned away for a second, and his eyes landed on a little girl standing in a park not too far away from the crowd. A red balloon was tight in her grip as she stared at him from afar, with large, round eyes that reminded him of you.

A gust of wind blew, causing her grasp to loosen as it flew out of her hold. As luck would have it, it got stuck on a branch too high up. Shoto could probably reach it with no issue, but it would be impossible for her to reach it.

The little girl with earmuffs looked up, staring at her balloon in confusion.

She glanced at her hand, and then back at the balloon, looking on the verge of crying.

She started jumping trying to get it but, to no avail, until…

Shoto’s eyes widened when he saw you leaving your servent’s side, walking up to the girl and dropping to your knees to meet her at eye level.

What were you doing here?

He supposed you were allowed to roam outside the palace walls but his world had always been confined to them.

He doesn’t know what you said to her, but the next thing he saw was you carrying her up as the small girl grabbed a whole of the end of the balloon to get it down.

You give her a small smile, the smile that always got Shoto’s heart to skip two beats as you patted her head sweetly, completely unaware of his trained gaze.

Shoto remembers, he really does. You’re as kind as you were honest, aware of the true nature of how unfair life could be, but gentle in a way further than words.

He remembers praying at the time every day that slipped by, that this month would go on forever.

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Wow... You guys really love Sampo. And I am so elated to see it. Aeon of Nihility be praised~

Jokes aside, thank you so much for reading as well as your supportive words. They really mean a lot to help keep me going.

Anywho, I'd like to take some time to reply to all of you guys that generously commented and/or left fun reblog tags.

From Chapter 1 of “Bouncing Brings Us All Together” 

@enigma-the-anomaly Heh. I’m glad you like it! Maybe I’ll write another one where the reader is more brazen. I’m sure we’d all love to see Sampo get flustered and sputter like a buffoon. 

@destinationgalar Thanks! Great minds think alike. =D Sampo’s lap must be cherished.

From Chapter 2 of “Bouncing Brings Us All Together” 

@yourfavouritecitizen Thank you! And oh man, it always feels good to hear when my writing evokes physical reactions in people. XD I’m glad you found it funny.  

@sssquiddles Me toooooo! But chapter 3 has to cook for a bit longer… I’m lovin’ the feral energy this story is managing to give you, btw. XD Good stuff. It gives me fuel. 

@franbowidk As you should! Sampo is a wonderful mess of a man with secrets that I’m sure will blow us away in future updates. Heck, I’m still blown away by the scene at the end of Belobog. 

@simpvalley Thanks so much! Ahhhh! I love hearing this sort of compliment! It lets me know that people see him in character.

@avast-me-alien Oh my god... That is remarkably specific and I’m here for it. Also, the Rebecca pfp sells these tags so well. 

From Chapter 1 of “Unlike Fiction” 

@solieldraws Aw~! Desperate huh? Guess I better get started on that. I’m curious to see how it plays out too. Gepard runs around in search of his lover. Serval runs with him to find her friend. Meanwhile, Sampo is gleefully exploiting the chance at getting you back. Heh heh. *sips tea*  

@tokaio Thank you! I’ll definitely work on it! It’ll just need more time since there are more moving parts to this than my usual stuff. *claps hands together excitedly* Gotta make it juuuuust right.  

@lunasun Awww… I’m really stoked to hear that! I imagine him to be very emotionally intelligent due to his business savviness. He just likes playing the oaf most of the time with those he doesn’t hold in close regard. 

@zombieee-queen So do I… My brain hasn’t completely decided what route to take with it but I’m sure it’ll come to me. That love triangle is way too delicious for me to ignore.

[scared-reader-electric-boogaloo]

Ok, I know I already reblogged this with “my asks” tag, but I loved this brainworm when I sent it in and I love it even more now. I love the idea of it originally being made by a nice Mortkranken GA student who has taken PC’s vitals or talked to them while they wait for an appointment or something (yes I know most of the stuff in the beginning is Jiro house visits, shush). And this student is just like “this person is really sweet, this doesn’t seem fair that Darkwick and everyone else is so passive about this” and realizes that “a year” can be so nebulous in people’s minds when they have other stresses and stuff so they make this account as a shame tactic to those not helping the way they should and a reminder of “hey cherish this person! They are nice! Don’t let them die!” PC finds out and gives their blessings for it but doesn’t think it’ll do anything. And for a while, it doesn’t. No one knows the PC, that’s just the honor student that randomly showed up. Why should they care?

But then the missions start happening. Then PC is more connected to Darkwick’s ghouls and students and the animals (anomalous or not). Then people start to think of losing her smile at them in the hallways, even though they never even talked to her. And then people notice the account, and the dwindling days as the tweets start to say “day 21/365. No cure. The days can now legally drink in the US” “day 45/365, and middle age that PC won’t get to 🎉” “Day 69/365, noice”. And they’re humorous but they are also painful. Not a lot of people have found the account yet. Kaito found it one night when he was scrolling in bed but he sobbed and then ignored it because he didn’t want to face it anymore.

The NPC is getting kinda annoyed.

They post the poll for either day 100 or 150. “Let’s see if the Darkwick student Twitter population cares more than the Darkwick staff and ghouls! Do you: want to stop the transformation, want to speed up the transformation, or neutral/bald”

It blows up.

The account gets more traction than it has ever before.

Kaito finds it first, being phone obsessed but not having lots of notifications to go through otherwise. He is once again sobbing but it was posted during lunch time so Luca is there to see it this time. So Luca finds it next because he’s trying to figure out what has his friend so upset on his phone. He’s expecting to see a girl that Kaito found attractive got with a guy that Kaito thought couldn’t compare to him. What Luca got was the reminder that one of the people he swore to protect is going to die a painful and terrifying death (or a fate worse than that), and that he has come no closer to helping them than the day he met them. He is used to feeling like a failure, like he is never doing enough with each day that passes without his brother by his side. That feeling is only made worse by knowing that each day he is also failing to prevent your fate as well. He had become complicit. He failed you. He’s going to fail you when that countdown ends. He can hear Kaito breaking down, knows he should be better about comforting the boy whose moods were always severe and upfront. But he’s feeling loss all over again, and it’s taking everything in him not to breakdown over the realization of just how many days he took for granted with you by his side, all your smiles he didn’t record, and just how few he truly has with you in the future. Once he recovers, he’ll be better. He’ll take more missions that might be connected to your curse, he’ll read more books, he’ll never again take any time with you for granted. He’ll be better. He has to be.

For his part, Kaito was aware of the passage of time. He has been ever since he found the account that first time. He just wanted to bury his head in the sand, even as the ticking of the clock haunted him. He wants to be your knight and save you, but he’s not smart, he’s not strong, he’s not brave. He’s tried to change these before and it never worked. And it sucked then when they didn’t work. But now? When someone who truly saw him and cared for him needs those things? He’s never hated his failings as much as then. He’s sobbing, but for once he’s quiet about it, too overwhelmed with his own failings and shame and grief to do anything.

There is nothing that happens in Frostheim (and most of Darkwick) without Tohma knowing, if not right away, then at least shortly afterwards. So it’s no surprise that he finds the account and poll that is causing such a stir, especially for the second year Frostheim ghouls. But Tohma doesn’t have the time to waste on his own emotions. He has too much work to do, clawing his way to a future and life he wants to live. He will alert Jin to the news, add in some extra time to aid your search for a cure when allowed by other responsibilities, and push down any other emotional response that doesn’t aid him. That’s his plan anyways. He will never tell anyone about the moments where he thinks to hard about losing you, about imagining Frostheim so much colder without your constant visits that bring laughter and light and warmth, even when just doing meaningless tasks for the Captain. He won’t tell them about how he sits up at night, desperately wondering if you ever doubted if you mattered to him or any other ghoul at Darkwick. Surely, you could read through the lines and understand that all the times he helped you study or invited you into the vault were his wah of showing care for you, right? Surely you knew you weren’t just a pawn to him! Because Tohma is fine with everyone else seeing him as shady and uncaring, but the idea of losing you while you have no idea that you mattered to him makes him want to do away with all his plans and facades. But he can’t. Not yet. Perhaps he can just use them to help you instead. (I’m sorry I don’t really have a good grasp on Tohma as a character yet)

Jin finds out from Tohma.

It’s not pretty.

Jin is already so enshrouded in grief that most cannot see the person he once was, before he lost his mother, before he lost his stigma. He thought he was free from feeling it again, protected himself against caring for others in the isolation he craved out for himself. But somehow, this cursed little servant weaseled their way into not only his room, but his heart. And their days are quite literally numbered. A part of him hates you for that. How dare you break through his protections and barriers and all his safety when you knew that you would just leave him, and leave him a mess of destruction in the wake of your fate? How could you be so cruel to do that to him? He didn’t deserve this.

But neither do you. You, who brought back his stigma. You, who makes the music feel that much more lively and resonate that much more clearly with his soul. You, who didn’t let your fear or grief of what you are constantly losing every second of the day paralyze you from ultimately moving forward and doing what you think you must. You, who smiles and laughs and looks so beautiful while doing so. You, who fit so perfectly in his arms when he danced with you at the ball, dressed in the gown he got you, shining better than any diamond ever could. He had been selfishly taking all your time that he could for meaningless tasks when you could’ve been searching for more answers to a cure. He wasted so much time doing nothing, not even enjoying your company while he could or helping the search for a cure. What was he thinking? He has all this power and money and prestige, and he did nothing. Nothing to help the one person who made him feel something beyond grief and pain since his mother’s passing and the loss of his stigma. Did you think he only cared about your ability to allow his stigma use, and that’s why he hasn’t helped search for a cure? Did you doubt your place in his life, despite him playing the Queen’s birthday song for your birthday, a sign that you are the Queen to his King? How long has he been failing you?

How long have they all been failing you?

—

Frostheim is a powerful house. The other houses may all hate Frostheim, but it is an undeniable fact that the power they hold (both literally with their Ghouls and figuratively with their wealth and prestige and connections) is immeasurable. So it is no surprise that, when the ghouls and even some GA students are woken to the ways they had abandoned the Honor Student that bettered their days and lives, they used this power. And they used it well. Funding for curse research, especially related to plant or parasitic anomalies and curses, rises exponentially. Tomes and research long since hidden away as collectors items or rarities are sought out and bought. Any equipment necessary (or even unnecessary at this point) is delivered straight to Mortkraken. Manual labor is supplied as well. Missions are undertaken at a higher rate than before.

And the honor student is treasured. So many gifts are sent each day. The second a new symptom of the curse or a sickness is shown, the best treatment possible is available. Their interests are funded and anytime any sadness or grief or upset is brought to the attention of the ghouls (or the GA students who know to report back to Tohma), they are surrounded by explicit (Luca and Kaito) and more hidden (Jin and Tohma, though they are trying their best) support. It’s not perfect, but it’s better. They are trying again. They won’t let themselves be complicit in the loss of their honor student, the one who changed and better their lives. Not anymore.

(And if Jin orders Tohma and Kaito to report to him whoever hits the “speed up the transformation” button, or otherwise even implies something negative about you, either online or in person; if they all take a bit too much pleasure in making those students regret that, looking for punishable offenses or framing them for it to make them suffer for enjoying your pain? Well, no one can prove anything.)

WAIT IMAGINE MC OR ANOTHER RANDOM PERSON LIKE AN NPC MAKES A TWITTER ACCOUNT THAT BASICALLY IS JUST A COUNTDOWN TO HER DYING (renamed “anomaly birthday”). There’s a poll that asks “do you want Yuri/Jiro to stop the transformation, speed up the transformation, or are you happy either way?” MC finds this hilarious. Almost no other ghoul does. Leo finds it funny but doxes the people who hit the “speed up the transformation” that he doesn’t know are kidding or who take it too far (because that’s what he pressed, but only he is allowed to make jokes like that) but he does it from like a 3rd account thinking no one will know it’s him. Kaito cries everytime the day counter gets updated. Yuri posts “I don’t necessarily like this account, but I have seen increased funding, anomalous samples, and previously lost research knowledge after its creation”.

STOP THIS IS SO FUNNY

i’d bet it’s a secret joint account between MC and someone else made to bully the staff and destroy any attempts at keeping the severity of the condition under wraps, while simultaneously having a little fun- because if they’ve gotta become an anomaly they’re gonna spread the torment a little, dammit?!

it gets exposed that it’s MC as one of the account owners and all the ghouls simultaneously descend on them like a pack of wolves to chew them out for making jokes like that 😭😭

[rrinsluvr]

february! eleven— fresh start

essays

childe hates essays, especially if the topic is something personal. childe doesn’t like sharing his personal, innermost thoughts on paper, especially since someone who’s practically a stranger to him will read it.

he was brainstorming on how to make his essay more vague but still somewhat informative? if that was even possible

until he heard his phone ring

groaning, he picked it up and swiped on the ‘answer’ button without even checking who called

hello?

he said in a monotone voice

childe? are you busy?

he quickly stood up at the sound of the familiar voice and a small smile appeared on his face.

lumine! no im not busy at all, why?

he said as he shut down the laptop

in the past few months, childe followed yn’s advice and now he talks to lumine from time to time, wanting to find out if he still has feelings for the said girl

if he does— well he’ll probably confess to gain closure before wanting to confess and pursue yn

if he doesn’t then that’s just fine, he’ll still pursue yn anyway

do you know any of yn’s contact info?

yeah? wait, why aren’t you asking ayaka for any of this??

ayaka hasn’t been responding to my messages and its been like five hours, so since you’re close and all i called you

i also tried on twitter but she wasn’t replying

oh yeah, she said she needed a break from twitter so she deleted the app for now— god knows how long she’ll last without it

just send me her number!

yup, anything else?

nope, thanks

by—

he said as he was cut off by the beeping sound—signaling that the call had ended

he sighed as he turned off his phone, not noticing the messages being sent before the screen went black

you sat there in your room, procrastinating once again

taking a social media break was useless, you had a laptop anyways but still refused to open any apps— you were drained to say the least after everything that occurred earlier you truly needed a break

on your way to the kitchen, you heard people whispering and decided to listen

so we’re renewing their passports tomorrow right?

yes, we need to get ready for the move. we’ll probably leave most of our furniture here, we can easily buy new ones

let’s cherish our remaining three months here, there’s no guarantee we’re coming back unless it’s vacation

how do you think the kids will take it?

they’ll be just fine—

we won’t be just fine

you interrupted them

yn…

you weren’t planning on telling us till last minute again weren’t you?

no honey, we were going to tell you tomorrow—

i thought we weren’t to move until next year?

well we found a way to speed up the process, it’s not like it’s your first time doing this

the last time we did this i lost everything, do you know how hard it is to just suddenly start over??

how do you think my brother would feel about this?

we’re really sorry dear..

save it

you said as you stomped back into your room

which brings us back to now

i have social media now so it’ll be fine right??

it’s not like i’ll lose everyone in the blink of an eye

you bitterly laughed and proceeded to bang your head on the desk

i should tell them before it’s too late

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[semisgroupie]

decorations

Hinata Shoyo x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: soft sex, cumming inside, unprotected sex, very vanilla, timeskip spoilers, praise, MANY pet names, LOTS of l-bombs

Tagging: @nishinoyawn (MERRY CHRISTMAS)

A/N: merry Christmas noodle! Even though we do not interact much I’m so so so happy I got you and I was able to write shoyo for you! I hope you enjoy this little gift 🤍

Christmas music was blasting on the speaker and filled the apartment. In between getting the ornaments out of storage Shoyo took you and spun you around to dance with you making you laugh and a smile grow on his face. He loved spending time like this with you, with his busy schedule he cherished every little moment he had with you, especially times like this. He always loved the holidays but with you the holidays became so much better. So much more meaningful.

As you two decorated the tree he watched your eyes light up with each ornament. It made his heart warm and butterflies filled his stomach. Well, even more butterflies than before.

He had a little plan for tonight but he wasn’t sure on how to execute it. It was a special time for the both of you but he wanted to make it even more special. He put his hand in his pocket and brushed his fingers against the velvet box inside. He didn’t want to rush things and screw up miserably but he didn’t want to wait when you were tired.

So he just decided on waiting until the star was on top of the tree and when the lights of the tree would be on. It’ll create a nice ambiance and the lights would shine perfectly off your skin.

He turned his attention back to you and continued helping you decorate the tree. When it finally came to putting the star on top he turned to smile at you. “Ready for the best part?”

His smile grew with yours as you nodded. You held the star in your hands and Shoyo leaned down and lifted you on his shoulders so you could reach the top of the tree and perfectly place the star on it.

You both were thankful for his time in Brazil, he was more mature, his skin had that deliciously bronze tan and he became even stronger. His strength became useful in many ways and especially in the bedroom.

“And now we’re done!”

He put you back down on the floor once you perfected its position and quickly ran to shut off all the lights and then grabbed the two cords that would turn on the Christmas lights.

“Okay my love, are you ready?”

“Yes I am! Light this baby up!”

He chuckled and began the mini countdown,“3…2…1!”

At the end of the countdown the living room lit up as the lights on the tree came to life. His eyes were focused on you the entire time and he felt his heart beat faster. As your eyes became more focused on the tree he made his way over to you slowly and with shaky hands reached into his pocket. He opened the box and went down on one knee. His glossy eyes finally met your own and the diamond of the ring caught the light perfectly.

“Baby, I can’t even find the words now but you’ve made my life even better since we met. I thought my one true love was volleyball but it’s you. I love you more than anything. Please marry me?”

His brown eyes bore into yours while he chewed on his bottom lip, his heart was racing even more and when you nodded he couldn’t jump up fast enough. He pulled you in for a kiss and whispered thank you’s in between each kiss.

“I love you Shoyo.”

He smiled and pulled the ring from his box, he was still so excited he dropped the ring and quickly picked it up to put it on your finger. He pulled you in for another kiss and held you close to him.

“You make me the happiest man alive, baby. Now how about we celebrate this moment the right way?”

He wiggled his eyebrows and winked at you as his hands traveled down to your hips, gently squeezing the flesh.

“Mhm, let’s go.”

He lifted you up over his shoulder and practically ran to your shared bedroom. Once inside he tossed you on the bed and your clothes were strewn across the room. He leaned on top of you and peppered kisses to your lips while his ground his cock against your folds. While the action was teasing both of you, neither of you wanted to rush it.

One of his hands rested on your hip, rubbing small circles on it while he kissed you and in between kisses he proclaimed his love for you.

“You’re the most amazing girl I know. The love of my life. My soulmate. I can’t wait to wake up to you for the rest of my life.”

He didn’t even give you time to reply because each time you tried he placed his lips right back onto yours, taking your breath and words away. This went on for a couple of minutes and then he finally pulled away completely. Your hands moved up and down to trace along every bump and ridge on his chest and abdomen, feeling every muscle flex under your touch.

“Shoyo…please.”

You were already breathless and all you’ve done was kiss him while he teased your clit with the tip of his cock.

“I’ll go slow angel, I’ll properly love you.”

He leaned down to kiss you once more while he lined up with your entrance, you spread your legs for him a bit more and he slowly slid the fat head of his cock inside you, slowly stretching you out. He slowly slid the rest of the inches in and looked down to watch how you split on his thick cock with a low groan.

“Fuck you’re perfect baby. My perfect angel.”

Once he bottomed out he rolled his hips against yours and captured your lips in another kiss. After a few minutes of feeling your plush walls adjust to his length he began moving, slowly moving his hips in and out of you.

How he was fucking you now was the exact same way he fucked you when your relationship first got sexual. He took his time with you, making sure you felt every drag of his cock against your walls and it was as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of you wrapped around him.

He pulled away only slightly so his lips ghosted over yours as he thrusted in and out of you. Your whimpers and moans of his name were soon mixed with his groans and whispers of praise. Whispers as if he didn’t want anyone but you to hear what came out of his mouth.

And he didn’t.

They were only meant for your ears only.

“My sweet angel, my one and only. I love you more than you’ll ever know. Every moment I spend with you I fall more in love with you, I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone as much as I love you. I didn’t even think there would be someone like you, like you were made just for me. I’ll never let you go, you’re mine. All mine.”

Each word was emphasized with a thrust and his thrusts became faster with each word. Now skin slapping against skin added to the many noises in the bedroom.

“I love you Shoyo. I love you so much. You’re going to be my handsome husband, I love you!”

He muffled your moans and proclamations with his own lips, swallowing all of your sweet sounds. One of his hands snaked down from cupping your face to your clit rubbing firm circles on the swollen nub, moving it in time with his thrusts. He continued his movements and groaned as you tightened around him.

“Cum for me angel, you always look so beautiful when you cum. Cum for me.”

It took a few more thrusts and you were coming undone around his cock, your cries of his name were muffled by his lips and he continued thrusting through your orgasm. Soon he was cumming inside you, thick, spurts of his hot cum filled you to the brim and he groaned your name against your lips.

He kissed you a few more times before pulling away to let you both catch your breath. His hand moved from your clit to your side and the hand that remained on your cheek soothingly rubbed your cheek. A soft smile remained on his face that mirrored yours.

“I love you so much Shoyo.”

You placed your left hand over his and he leaned down to kiss your ring finger.

“And I love you. Merry Christmas my love.”

[asimpforarmin]

Cuddling & Sleeping Headcanons with the AoT Characters 💛

Character(s): Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Bertholdt, Jean, Connie, & Sasha

Genre: Fluff, light-hearted.

Warnings: None

A/n: Did not mean for Bertholdt’s to be that long but oh well. It’s clear some of these are much longer than others, but I’m trying to get better at writing for a lot of people. A Modern AU is mentioned in Mikasa’s paragraph. Pretend this was posted Tuesday. I had a post I was going to edit so it said it was on Tuesday, but I already did all the tags here and because characters have multiple names I can’t be bothered.

💛 Eren:

Loves getting behind you and spooning you, arms around your waist and legs under your thighs. He’s good at it too, he’s very comfortable to snuggle with. You feel so special and lucky that you’ve got him this close to you.

Either that or him on his stomach with you halfway on his back.

He really can’t sleep and cuddle at the same time, so there’s going to have to be a point where he has to turn away from you.

He’s down to keep holding hands or something simple like that though if you still want to be touching him.

The blanket usually falls off him when he’s sleeping, meaning you usually have to drape it back over him before you fall asleep.

He’s one of those people who hangs his limbs off the side of the bed.

He also snores, not too loud, but it can get annoying sometimes.

Eren loves to rest a hand on your thigh or on your stomach while spooning you, nuzzling into the back of your neck.

He’s up for trying different positions, but only when he’s not tired. When he is tired, he just wants to hold you and go to bed as soon as he can.

💛 Armin:

Loves to lay on your chest or shoulder. He gets to look up at you and can talk to you as he falls asleep. Sure, your arm might go dead sometimes, but it’s worth it to see him lying on you, talking about his day and looking up at you admirably.

He likes to intertwine his legs with yours in this position, laying his head on you and sometimes holding one of your hands.

Oh, and if you use your other hand to rub his back or play with his hair, this boy will be in heaven.

He can fall asleep cuddling easily, he rarely has to roll away from you to sleep.

That being said, if you need to roll away, he’s fine with it, but he will try to see if he can cling onto you somehow. If you sleep on your side, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and bury his face into your back. If you sleep on your stomach/back, he’ll get on your side and link arms with you or hold your hand.

He also like to be little spoon a lot. Especially if he’s had a bad day, all he wants to do is be held by you.

He will be big spoon sometimes but only if you ask him or if he’s clinging onto you after you’ve turned around.

If you still can’t sleep when he’s doing that, he’ll just turn around and snuggle up to one of his pillows. Not in a sad way, but he just likes to clutch onto something.

Speaking of pillows, he sleeps with like three just on his side.

He will also steal your blanket from you. He doesn’t do it on purpose of course, but you’ll wake up cold in the middle of the night and have to discreetly try to get some of your blanket back.

You’ll end up with 1/4 of it back at most, unless you want to wake Armin up, so be prepared with another blanket somewhere you can grab.

💛 Mikasa:

Any position that lets her see your face is the best. She loves to just lay in front of you as you go on about what happened that day.

Just imagine coming home after a long day and collapsing on the bed alongside Mikasa, facing each other on your sides as she brushes a stray hair out of your face.

As you get more tired, she’ll get closer to you and take you in her arms, chin on your head.

Or if you’re on the couch together, she’ll lay down and pull you onto her stomach, tangling her legs with yours. One hand will be on your head playing with your hair and the other will be getting popcorn or reaching for a remote.

She’ll glance down at you, before sitting up a little and gripping your chin with her finger and kissing you, then lay back down.

Whatever position is comfortable for you is the one she’ll cuddle you in. She’ll manage to fall asleep in whatever pose you want her to be in.

She’s good at not taking the blanket away, but if you do she will take her side back. Most of the time, she’ll be able to get it back without waking you up, but if she does, she’ll apologize and plant a kiss on your head, then resume cuddling.

She doesn’t toss or turn or snore much at all, she sleeps like a rock.

She secretly loves it when you play with her hair. Just rake your fingers through it or massage her scalp and she’ll nuzzle into your neck trying to hide a small smile.

Wrapping your legs around her is another thing she likes. You probably won’t be able to fall asleep like this, but just sitting in her lap, legs and arms wrapped around her as she rocks you side to side is bliss.

If she wakes up before you, she’ll try her best to stay still and let you wake up on your own, sometimes falling back asleep.

💛 Bertholdt:

So we all know Bert has some crazy weird sleeping positions, but that doesn’t stop him from cuddling you. Because of this, he will have to turn around at some point, but will still cuddle you until he’s tired enough to go to sleep.

He likes to be little spoon, but because of his height that can be hard, so any position where he can be the one cuddled is great for him.

He’s fine with being big spoon as long as he gets to hold your hand while doing it.

After he inevitably turns around, if you can somehow find a way to cling onto him, he’ll let you, but that’s almost impossible most nights.

He’s one of those people who sleeps with his leg up and crossed over the other, and can also get a stack of pillows under his head to prop it up at a 90˚ angle but still be comfortable.

A position he’d like is to just have you on his chest. He’ll kiss your forehead and play with your hair. After he does, kiss his cheek, it will make him blush like no tomorrow.

He loves it when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, then he wraps his around your waist. It’s a loving position that makes it easy to look into each other’s eyes.

He also likes to sleep in opposite directions but have your backs touching. Even if it’s not super close or face to face, it’s comfortable and still feels really nice.

Don’t be surprised if you get accidentally pushed to the side or off the bed. If you’re on the edge, it’ll be hard to get back, but he’s alright with being woken up if you need more room.

If he pushes you off the bed, he’ll probably know straight away from the loud thwump that comes from the other side. He’ll bolt up and apologize profusely and help you back up. Then, he’ll bring you close and kiss you all over. It’s not a big drop, but he’ll still act like he dropped you off a cliff. You’ll have to assure him you’re alright, but no matter what you do, he will be glued to one side of the bed the rest of the night. You only fall off on rare occasions though, so that’s good.

The only downside to sleeping with Bertholdt is that your presence makes it harder to predict the weather. ok ill stop with the jokes im sorry

💛 Jean:

LOVES face to face stuff. He’ll hug you close and tight, giving you lots of forehead kisses and just cherishing you.

He’ll hold you like there’s no tomorrow, just feeling so lucky to have you. He’ll never tell you any of this, but he’s so happy he got someone like you.

All night, he’ll make sure you have the blanket wrapped around you and that you’re comfortable.

He also likes to spoon you, rubbing your upper arm or back. He really likes to be little spoon too. Unless you begged him for like a week, he would never be little spoon. But once he tried it, oh lord he loved it.

He doesn’t let you spoon him too much because, y’know, ego, but when you do he loves when you wrap your arms around his waist and intertwine your legs with his.

He’d snore a lot, but it wouldn’t be too loud. It’s usually just a low rumble and you don’t hear it that much.

If you’re in a position to, put your hand on his chest, he adores it.

💛 Connie:

Be careful of his legs because he will kick you sometimes. Not purposefully of course, but he is a deadly weapon when he sleeps.

Which is why he normally sleeps in the opposite direction of you.

He adores being little spoon, plus his height makes it easy to do.

He will have no shame in being the little spoon, unless someone finds out he is and gives him crap for it. Then he’ll yell at them, getting all defensive and flustered. After that he’ll assume the little spoon position defiantly.

If you’re facing each other, putting your legs together is a must, just hope he doesn’t kick you in the shins.

If he does, he’ll apologize and laugh at what he did, before flipping over to make sure he doesn’t kick you again.

💛 Sasha:

She will steal the blanket from you 24/7. No doubt about it. Even if you manage to get it back, she will do it again.

She loves getting cuddly with you. She will be big spoon, little spoon, lay on you, whatever makes both of you comfortable.

She does snore on the louder side though, which annoys the crap out of anyone else in the room, whether that be just you or if she’s in the barracks.

She loves it when you sit up and hold each other, rocking left and right, she will melt in your arms.

She’ll love to cuddle and talk about her day with you. She’ll come up with a lot of different topics and it will never get boring.

There will be crumbs in your bed, that is the price of dating Sasha. She’ll try to clean them out sometimes, but there will always be that one that ruins your sleep.

She loves it if she’s laying on her back and she’s holding your shoulders as you lay on her chest. In that position you can hear her heartbeat and she can kiss your head.

[randomoranges]

this is an ancient idea.

from rock band au. this takes place yrs later. i am v much aware that i have yet to finish that au and that there are only 2 parts left. shh.

Key Chains

 “I’m home!” Étienne sing songs as he steps into his shared home.

 From further inside, Edward closes his laptop and pushes back his glasses on the top of his head. He grins to himself and walks over to the entrance to greet his boyfriend.

 “Flight okay?” He asks after they exchange a long hug and one of many kisses. Étienne may have been gone for only a little over two weeks, but it certainly felt like much longer.

 “Uneventful. Boring really. Only got recognised once,” Étienne pouts. Edward laughs and helps him out of his jacket, before hanging it up.

 Normally, he manages to show up partway through a tour, or, if anything, he shows up to the airport to pick Étienne up, but for as much as his work sometimes allows him to be there, there are other times when he can’t follow the band to wherever it is they’re playing next. This had been one of such times and so, Edward had stayed behind, while Étienne had gone on tour with the rest of Les Maisonneuves.

 “More importantly, I got something for you!” Étienne tells him excitedly. Edward goes along, far too used to this strange little ritual of theirs, after so many years, and goes back to sit at the table, while Étienne rummages for whatever it is he has to give him. Edward knows already what it’ll be, but this too is part of their game.

 “Close your eyes,” Étienne warns him and Edward complies.

 For as long as they’ve been dating, Étienne has brought him back two items after every tour. He has a collection of them, by now and Edward treasures each and every one of them.

 When Edward is given the go, he opens his eyes to find a neatly folded concert t-shirt placed in front of him. Edward has one from every tour and they’re used for absolutely everything. Some have turned into pyjamas, others are work shirts for when he has things to do around the house, and there are a few he’ll wear out for a casual ensemble.

 Sometimes, Étienne will even steal one from him, which Edward thinks is hilarious. Étienne defends himself saying that it smells like Edward.

 “Oh, this one’s a nice shade of blue. New colour?” Edward asks as he unfolds the shirt, knowing full well that the second item will be inside of it.

 “Yeah, we wanted an update on t-shirt colours. Figured you’d like the change from the others.”

 Edward nods and as expected, he finds six different key chains, from six different cities inside the shirt, each one of them a place where the band had performed at during their latest tour.

 “Aw, I love these; thanks Sweetheart.” Edward rewards him with a kiss and Étienne beams, utterly pleased with himself.

 It started during Étienne’s first tour shortly after they’d started dating. Due to the health restrictions, Edward hadn’t been able to tag along and so, late one night, as they’d been on a video call, Étienne had asked Edward if there was something he could bring him back.

 There wasn’t anything that Edward needed, but Étienne had insisted, and so, in the end, Edward had asked him for a keychain, just to get Étienne off his case.

 Of course, Edward had failed to take into consideration the fact that Étienne never backed away from an opportunity to pull one on him. Therefore, when he’d returned from his tour, Étienne had brought him a keychain from each of the cities he’d played in.

 They weren’t fancy key chains, or even pretty ones. They were slightly tacky, this side of gaudy, but it became a thing – their thing, and soon enough, Edward found himself with a collection of them. Each one had the name of the city, sometimes there were other little ornaments on the ring, and – Edward cherished each and every one.

 When it got to the point that he had amassed quite the collection, Edward made himself a corkboard on which he put up the different key chains. First, there was the one at home, for his home office, then there was the one for his work office.

 “You know, at this rate, I’m going to need another board.” Edward remarks as he observes each keychain in turn. They’re just as spectacularly tacky and gaudy as all the rest and he loves each and every one.

 “Well, you don’t have a board back at our place in Montréal, so, that’s an option.”

 It’s crazy to think that Étienne’s original Montréal place is now their place, but then again – the same can be said about their place here in Edmonton.

 “It’s a good thing the band is still touring, in that case.”

 Étienne grins at the comment and Edward invites his partner to tell him more about his latest tour, even if he’s heard the main points of it over their many calls and text exchanges.

 FIN

[guro-giri-letters]

imagine... the dabi hair dye scenario but one of the league finds/sees him and decides to help? my heart

(SO, I totally meant this to be shorter but I got a little in my feels. Plus the lowkey Dabi and Mr Compress friendship is so underrated, I adore it. Anyway, here it is, a little comfort fic.)

The Boy Can't Cry - By Guro. ♡

/Dabi gets overwhelmed dying his hair to cover up his past and Mr Compress comes to his aid. Any fics like this where it’s just the league interacting together I’m going to lovingly tag ‘League of Family’. Hope you enjoy! ♡/

/Tags l Tw ; Dabi being emotionally unstable, some cursing, Mr Compress being fatherly, friendship, league of family. ♡/

“How can a man head a group of villains…” Sako murmurs aloud to himself, pulling another card from the messy pile upon the small table between his knees. Sighing, he flicks it into one of several other smaller piles he’s made around the main one, tsk-ing to himself quietly. “...but he can’t keep a pack of cards together. Really.”

Pure boredom, and an inability to get himself over to sleep, is what inspired one Mr Compress to take up and look through Shigaraki’s deck. It’s late in the night now, maybe early morning, and he’s sorting each of the cards into their respective groups by lamplight. It’s a comfortable, mindless task, the showman dressed down to his shirtsleeves and balaclava. In the rare quiet he lets his mind wander, and wonders where Shigaraki had gotten the cards from.

Had he stolen them? Or were they given to him? Gifts from his master, maybe. Either way dearly cherished, he decides, running his thumb over the faded face of an ace of hearts. He’s pondering still when the quick tip-tap of feet on metal steps reaches his ears.

“Mr Compress!”

Blinking, he lays down his hand and turns to find Toga halfway down the rickety staircase, hand cupped around her mouth dramatically as she whisper-yells. Her eyes are big and wide in the dim light, uncharacteristically appearing almost… frightened? What? Right away Sako is on edge, cards forgotten. “What is it dear?” He asks, lowering his own voice in response to her whispers. His worry only grows as Toga’s lips seem to tremble, looking over her shoulder before back to her elder.

“It’s Dabi…” She replies quietly, hugging her arms around her nightdress-clad self. “Somethings wrong with Dabi.”

Sako isn’t sure what he’s seeing at first as he nudges in the bathroom door. Toga is at his back, gripping his sleeve and peering around his side as the door falls slowly open. The old tiled room is lit by dim, yellowed light, and he can just make out Dabi’s shape hunched over the tub at the far end. “He keeps talking to himself-” She murmurs, only to jump at the sound of an open growl, Dabi’s form twisting to glare over his shoulder in their direction from the shadows.

“Get out, Toga.” The burnt man snarls, sending the girl flying away without hesitation. Sako watches her go, a little shocked at her fear in the face of her own comrade. Dabi doesn’t even seem to be looking right at the doorway, stark blue eyes wide and lost. Vacant. Thick, inky black lines run down his face and throat, dripping off of his chin. What the hell is he doing?

“What’s going on, man?” Sako demands, crossing the threshold and approaching Dabi where he kneels. “What’s gotten into you? You’re scaring Toga.”

“Fuck you.” Dabi snaps back, fingers digging into his hair. The same black sits in smudges over the back of his neck, staining his pale fingers. In the dark it almost seems like the villain has been infected, taken over by some dark, miasmic mess. Squinting up, Sako reaches and with a gloved hand, twists the hanging bulb around in it’s socket. Suddenly the room is filled with brighter light, everything coming into focus, and he looks down at Dabi.

His eyes widen a fraction.

Dabi’s coat lies discarded on the dingy floor at his side, the villain kneeling, almost unnaturally bent over the shallow bathtub. His body is shaking, chest expanding and falling rapidly as he scrapes at his own scalp. His hands are trembling, veins visibly risen up on their backs. It seems like he’s working the blackness into his hair almost desperately, hushed words falling barely audible from his lips. “-away. Get away.”

“Dabi?” Sako tries again. And this time he gets a reaction; Dabi’s head twisting to glare in a manner almost animalistic. The black has run in streams down his face and into his eyes, scleras bloodshot deep red and burning. He can’t even see right now, Sako realises, without the ability to produce tears to get rid of the chemicals. Being so close for the first time, he takes note of the sparse, white hairs appearing in his league-mates' thin brows. Oh.

“Get out, Compress. Get out-”

“Do you need help?” He ignores Dabi’s demands easily. The young man isn’t himself right now, and his voice is hoarse, even more gravelly than usual. In response to his question Dabi’s hands clench in his hair, tight, tendons bulging as his knuckles turn white. Sako can hear the strands tearing and grabs for Dabi’s quivering hands. “Good God, man. Stop it!”

“Get off of me!” Dabi practically howls, twisting out of the older man’s grip and slipping, slumping shoulder-first against the side of the tub. He seems to deflate all at once, his head hanging low. Sako can only stare at him, his heart pounding with adrenaline and hands still outstretched, Dabi’s breath comes quick and loud, his own hands coming up to cover his face. He’s an utter mess, what Sako has now deduced to be black dye staining his hands, shirt. Everything. A stretch of silence passes between them, and then Dabi makes the last noise his companion expected to hear.

For a moment he thinks Dabi is laughing, finding some kind of twisted amusement in all of this. But then it starts coming louder, his shoulders shaking, chest and throat convulsing uncontrollably. A dry, hacking cough leaves his throat before he presses his palms harder against his face, knees pulling in close to his body. A noise like barely concealed sobbing reaches Sako’s ears.

He’s crying.

Well… no, the boy can’t cry. He knows this; Dabi’s tear ducts have been damaged beyond repair for years now. But his body still betrays him, shuddering through bouts of broken weeping, dredged up from somewhere deep inside of him. It feels almost wrong, Sako thinks, to see him so vulnerable. It’s clear he’s witnessing something deeply personal. A moment of distress so jarring that Dabi holds fast onto his own arms and curls in on himself, almost like he’s trying to comfort himself.

Almost like he’s done this a hundred times before.

The feeling of Sako’s arm wrapping around his shoulders makes Dabi jerk, looking up with bleary eyes as he stoops down to his level. “What are you doing?” He snaps weakly, but there’s no real conviction in it. His nose is running, his voice broken up. Whatever kind of mental breakdown Dabi is currently having, the older man simply can’t bring himself to leave him. Doesn’t want to leave him to fall apart on his own.

“Quiet.” He admonishes, crouching before Dabi and pulling him closer bodily, so that his head comes to rest on Sako’s shoulder. Still breathing raggedly, Dabi stares at a space somewhere on the wall beyond Sako’s shoulder for a while before his eyes close, a worn out sigh leaving his lungs in pieces. No attempt is made to shove him away this time. He gives in.

At one point in his life, another entertainer had told Sako that when a child hugged them, they should never be the first to let go. ‘Because you never know how badly they might need it’, they had said. Keeping his arms around Dabi and remembering that message, he tightens his grip a touch, resigning himself to remaining in a crouch and getting sore knees. Not that Dabi is willing to be held for very long. He pulls away with a sniff, hand on Sako’s shoulder to keep himself steady. “Fuck- my eyes.”

He’s not wrong. His eyelids are irritated and swollen, both his regular skin and the grafts beneath. Sighing, Sako loosens his grip and lets Dabi lean back, against the side of the tub. “Put your head over.” He advises, straightening to his feet and pulling off his ruined gloves.

“Why?” Dabi rasps.

“To wash the chemicals out of your eyes, Dabi.”

Dabi considers this with a glance at the dirty tiles then nods his head once. He looks, to put it in a word, drained, straightening himself up and turning to rest his elbows on the tub's edge. Sako watches him as he finishes rolling up his sleeves, shaking his head slightly.

“Where on earth do you young people find the energy to get so worked up?” He chides, not cruelly, turning the faucet and cupping his hand beneath the sluggish flow of water. With his free hand he brings Dabi’s head over the lip of the tub with a nudge, and brings his cupped hand to the fire-user's face. Dabi hisses but doesn’t recoil as Sako rinses the remnants of dye from his face and eyes, pausing only to say; “I’ll do your hair.” and washing the remainder from his unruly mane. His skin will stain for a while, but it’ll wash away in time. He’ll be alright.

To his credit, Dabi has stopped shuddering and seems to be slowly coming down. Slumped against the lip of the tub he lets out a long, slow breath, sniffing and wiping his nose on his forearm. “I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

“Hold it, I’m almost done.”

With the sting in his eyes finally dulling, Dabi cracks them open halfway to watch the blue-black water flow down the drain. His throat feels suddenly raw, aching. His face hurts.

“Compress.” It hurts to talk. Jesus.

Sako shuts the water off when Dabi’s hair is running mostly clear, a brow arching beneath his balaclava. “Yes?”

“...don’t- Don’t go telling them.” He manages, fingers twitching where he holds the edge of the tub. “I don’t-”

“I understand.” Offering the cleanest looking towel in the room, Sako gives Dabi a faint smile, nodding when he pulls it from his grip. “It’s not for us to know… Are you alright?”

Dabi rises slowly, using the ledge to pull himself up before rubbing at his freshly dyed hair. There’s a moment of hesitation, then; “Yeah… thanks, Compress.”

Sako smiles fully now, spreading his arms and giving a short bow. “I do what I can.”

Dabi snorts, pulls the towel down around his shoulders. “I owe you, I guess.”

“Well… how do you fancy aiding my endeavours to organize Shigaraki’s card collection?”

“No thanks.”

“Understandable.”

[wonglix]

➺ sᴏᴏʙɪɴ ⦙ ᴀ ʙᴏʏfʀɪᴇɴᴅ

(repost because it didn’t show up in the tags :( )

*✧･ﾟ:* in general *:･ﾟ✧*

absolute sweetheart that can’t help the blush that creeps onto his face every time you so much as even smile at him. could anyone blame him? your smile is so bright and heartwarming; it’s only natural he feels his cheeks heat up every time he sees it

soobin is essentially the definition of whipped; he’s ready to drop absolutely anything for you the second you call for him

you call him while he’s out with his boys because you’re upset and miss him? sorry boys, tonight’s all about his baby and he’ll even pick up some takeout on his way to you

he always wants you to be comfortable around him and be the one you come to with your problems, so if you decide to shut him out he doesn’t really know what to do

it’s stresses soobin out because he wants you to come to him whenever your ready, but it also pains him to see you so quiet and sad all the time, so he would probably snap at some point and just confront you; he doesn’t want to fight but he’s really worried about you

soobin always makes sure to spend a lot of time with you before and after promotions to make up for the few weeks you didn’t really get to see each other

he hates secrets and tells you absolutely anything, even the most unimportant little detail because he hopes that it’ll encourage you to do the same

even though he hates secrets, there’s one thing he keeps from you: the fact that he sometimes watches you sleep

he’s worried you’ll think it’s creepy, but he just can’t help himself when he walks into the room and sees you peacefully sleeping with that adorable little pout on your lips that makes him want to kiss you immediately and before he could realise, he had spent 20 minutes just admiring your softly breathing figure

soobin’s mind sometimes drifts away, imagining a world in which you two were married and he gets extremely embarrassed when he snaps back out of it because he know that you two are too young to think about it right now

he can’t help himself though, he’s just so incredibly in love and to be quite honest, he’d probably say yes if you’d ask him to marry you

*✧･ﾟ:* favourite dates *:･ﾟ✧*

⎡ picnic dates ⎦

he loves to pamper you with your favourite snacks while you rest your head on his lap, the sun illuminating your features in a way that makes his heart speed up

soobin plans all dates quite thoroughly, so you best believe only your absolute favourites are in that picnic basket. if there’s a dish from a certain restaurant you adore you can rest assured that he would go out of his way to get it just to see your eyes sparkle with excitement

he knows he can’t spend much time with you which makes him cherish these dates in particular a bit more; these kind of outside dates would make you two feel like a regular couple, a couple that can kiss and cuddle wherever they want - which sometimes was all soobin wished for when he went to bed

⎡spa day dates⎦

it didn’t really matter to soobin whether you would pamper yourselves at home or actually go to a spa, he enjoyed sharing those calming and relaxing moments with you either way

maybe he enjoyed the spa days you would have at your place a bit more, solely because he could be the one to massage your sore back or apply the face mask to your pretty face, watching closely as you scrunch up your nose in a way that makes his heart feel fuzzy and warm

while he loves to take care of you, he couldn’t deny the pounding in his chest everytime you did the same for him, completely overwhelmed by the affection in your eyes and the softness with which you caressed his skin. it made his heart race and mind grow fuzzy and it’s all he wants and all he needs

*✧･ﾟ:* favourite type of skinship *:･ﾟ✧*

⎡holding hands⎦

he loves to hold your hand, pressing occasional kisses to your knuckles just to see you smile at him bashfully; it’s become somewhat of a habit for him, reaching for your hand subconsciously most of the time

he loves to hold your hand while walking you home after a date, loves to play with your fingers while you’re all cuddled up watching a movie; soobin adores the way you grasp his hand when you’re excited, the delighted giggles you let out making his heart race

while soobin doesn’t particularly like having to keep your relationship a secret, there was something thrilling and warm about the way you’d secretly hold hands under the table, his thumb lovingly stroking the back of your hand

⎡stroking your cheeks⎦

he loves it, whether he’s holding your face in his hands, fingers gently stroking over the soft skin because you’re upset and have been crying in his shoulder or because you look so incredibly endearing when you’re sleepily blinking at him after he woke you up from a nap

soobin loves it because it’s such a sweet and soft gesture and he gets to stare at you with all the love in his eyes; he loves it because he knows that it’s one of the things that dusts your cheeks in the soft pink tint he adores so much

it’s loving and sweet, but also comforting; soobin knows that it helps you ground yourself every time your mind has been stuck in the darkest places, stressing you out and leaving you with anxious thoughts

*✧･ﾟ:* favourite kisses *:･ﾟ✧*

⎡after a fight⎦

he hates fighting with you. he doesn’t like being mad at you, hates the thought of directing his frustrations towards you, hates seeing your furrowed brows and tear-stained cheeks while you look at him like he’s a stranger; like he’s not the same soobin that was cuddling you in bed just last night

what he doesn’t hate are the kisses you two share after all your fights; sometimes they’re slow and soft, broken voices whispering love confessions and apologies and other times they’re passionate and desperate, like both of you are afraid of losing each other in the mess you created

they make him feel safe after all the pain and hurt you two just went through, they help him heal and calm down. as much as he hates fighting, he loves the soft, teary kisses you press to his cheeks when your voice is too raw after fighting for hours on end

⎡sleepy kisses⎦

nothing (!!) makes his heart burst with more love than waking up to you pressing kisses all over his face while you’re barely awake yourself , face still puffy, eyes barely open and a sleepy smile in your lips

soobin thinks it’s unfair how adorable you look, how bad you make him want to stay in bed with you just to cuddle and nap all day, sharing soft kisses once in a while; your sleepy face tugs on his heartstrings and he wouldn’t exchange those lazy kisses for anything

he’d be lying if he said that he never woke you up from a nap on purpose just to pretend to be asleep himself, solely because he missed those lovely sleepy kisses being pressed on his cheeks

*✧･ﾟ:* mini scenario *:･ﾟ✧*

“y/n?” soobin’s voice rang through the room, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. he had planned to take you out today after weeks of indoor dates and last minute movie nights. he was excited to finally go on a proper date again, a cheery smile on his face the whole way to your apartment. now he was there but you were nowhere to be seen. he checked every room for you, even looking next to your bed on the floor just in case you fell off again. maybe it was irrational but he started to panic a little, not used to you not telling him where you were.

“binnie? binnie, are you here already?” he let out a sigh of relief, joining you in the hallway. soobin was about to scold you, to tell you off for worrying him when he noticed that your hands were full of bags he recognised all too well. “baby, what are-“

“they’re from your favourite bakery!! i saw an ad that they were having a special sale today and since you told me you’d come over i thought it’d be nice to get you some!” your excited voice interrupted him and he just froze for a second. you went out of your way to go all across town to get him his favourite sweets from his favourite bakery? on your free day? just for him?

he was trying to find a word that could describe him in that moment; lovestruck, in awe, infatuated, smitten, whipped, maybe even enchanted. all the stress of the last few weeks seemed to vanish the second you looked up at him with this proud sparkle in your eyes and he couldn’t help but tear up.

“binnie, baby, what’s wrong? are you feeling alright?” your worried tone seemed to make it worse though, because now he was openly sobbing, desperately wrapping you in a hug and nuzzling his face in your neck. “i-i just love you so much. so, so much. thank you baby, thank you. for everything.”

[eris-snow]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader, angst

The boy who’d always give you those wonderful, heart soothing laughter or weary cautions whenever you climbed up a tree.

I’m actually pretty excited! This will be my first time spending my birthday with someone other than Kacchan! I’m so glad that it’s with you too.

-Izuku

You stare at the note on your door, taking note of everything. The way you pluck the green post-it note off and hide it in your pocket. The way your lips naturally curve upwards when you read his words of painful, blissful obliviousness of his tone to you.

You cherish it, remember it, hoard the memories you share with him because if he can’t remember them, you’ll have to do it for the both of you.

“It’s not your first time, though…” You sigh, tracing the paper with trembling fingers.

With all these firsts for him, it’ll be your last before his memory is wiped again.

“You’re lucky I love you, Zuku.”

--

You fully expect something to go wrong today in class when Aizawa asks you to stay back for a talk. Izuku shoots you a worried look, to which you reply with your own confused one with a shrug. He then points at the door, signalling that he was going to wait outside, and you nod your head, smiling at your silent conversation.

Little quirks like this were things you’d reintroduced, and it made it even more sweeter when Izuku gives you a blindingly bright smile in return.

Ochaco looks between the both of you and frowns, everything communicated completely flying over her head.

Curiously, you make your way to Aizawa’s sleeping bag with your bag slung over your shoulder.

“You wanted to see me, Aizawa-sensei?”

He slides his papers into his file, not glancing up once. “How are you holding up?”

The question catches you off guard and causes you to sputter out a, “Sorry, what?” which gets Aizawa rolling his eyes.

“How are you holding up?” He repeats, not a drop of condescension in his voice.

It makes you ease a little, and feel a little touched. Aizawa had always been hard to read, but it was made abundantly apparent that the students that didn’t get expelled in the first 2 months of his class were safely guided to his “I care about these idiots club”.

And the fact that he knew about the Quirk Accident gave him all the more reason to keep an eye on you during this time of the year.

“Not great,” You admit, wrapping your arms around yourself. “But I’ll make it through. I always do.”

“A car can make its way through a hurricane, but it’ll look all banged up with stains and dents. I don’t want the same to happen to you.”

“Yeah, well,” You smile sadly, eyes meeting his. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

Aizawa doesn’t flinch. Instead, he stares back and replies. “Bakugou has informed me of whatever you’ve learnt from the visit to Tartarus, but I suspect he withheld a little information from me. I assume it was personal because he would tell us if it was important.”

The hardened look in his eyes softened. “Have you been going for your scheduled therapy sessions to at least time someone about it?’

“I haven’t been going at all,” You confess. “I didn’t want to spend the better half of this month talking about this with her,” The ‘her’ was referring to your therapist, who was kind and patient and always willing to hear you out.

When you see Aizawa’s gaze start to harden, you quickly add. “I’ll need a whole lot more sessions after Izuku’s birthday. I don’t want to lose a second because of my problems—”

“L/n, not everything revolves around Midoriya. Your problems are way more important than him.”

“Izuku is my problem!” You counter. “But I get what you’re saying. And uh, thanks. For, you know,” You pause thoughtfully. “Checking up on me.”

“A lot of people care about you, L/n. Including Katsuki and me. Don’t try to do this all alone.” Aizawa says, a rare smile emerging. But just as fast as it came, it left.

Finally, you bow your head.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

--

“You’ve definitely gotten faster,” You pout, guzzling water like your life depended on it.

Currently, you both were chilling on a bench and enjoying the wind. One of your first bonding activities last year was going for runs around the U.A. facilities. It didn’t require talking, nor did it require interaction. But you were always there trying to make him laugh, no matter what occasion.

He always did, on one of those runs. “We should do this more often. It’s the first time in a long while since we got to do this.” Izuku comments, tipping the lid of the bottle to his mouth too. “Honestly, I don’t know why we stopped.”

Your last run with him, on the country. He didn’t have to know that, though.

Izuku didn’t have to know a lot of things.

On one particularly hard day, a day when both your brains had been fried and both your bodies were on the verge of going boneless, you had stopped by a nearby bench to take a break. Curiously, you still gave him a bright smile after the run.

Wind blows the hair in your ponytail around wildly as you grin at him cheekily.

“Watch this,” You told him, patting a nearby tree. It’s steady and strong, but your next move horrifies him when you start climbing like a monkey, settling atop a tree branch like an animal that belonged there.

“Get down from there!’ Izuku had insisted, the gentle gale picking up into a warm, summer breeze. “Y-You shouldn’t do that! This is school property—!”

“I’m not breaking anything,” You grin cocksurely, eyes looking deep into his like it was a challenge. “There’s no rule in the school handbook saying that you couldn’t climb on trees. Besides, it’s cooler up here.”

As if to emphasise your point, you lean your head upward and relish the pleasant breeze.

You’d looked so calm and assured, confident in your own ability with a mentality as strong as a fortress.

How could he not like you?

It wasn’t in a romantic way, at least not at that time and not yet now.

But it was something about your innocent outlook and your eyes closed as you enjoy the wind that made him want to climb up there with you too.

“Let’s go for more runs together after my birthday,” Izuku smiles, looking at you with expectant eyes. “It’ll be the first time in a long while.”

You mirror the smile the best you can, not wanting to lie. “Whatever you say, Zuku.”

--

I have a present for you. It’ll be your first present that you receive from me, and the last one I give to you.

[saintcanary]

The Night Market

Summary: oc x reiner braun (also lots of Annie appreciation! <3)

Elena and Annie. Lifelong friends have moved to Marley together–post grad. After an argument between the pair, Elena runs off in a city she still hasn’t adjusted to. Marley’s night markets can be an overwhelming place for a foreigner, until a mysterious man comes to her rescue?

Sour. 

Not the taste, but your mood. 

Nothing could slip your mind from grim thoughts that clouded overhead like a withering storm. 

“Earth to Elena?”

Your face flushed. How long was I in a daze? Couldn’t have been longer than thirty seconds, maybe a minute? 

“Right, sorry.” 

You waited for the slender woman in front of you to fill you in, as your body began to start up again. You leaned forward, resting your elbows onto the sticky table in front of you. The smell of burnt espresso filled your nostrils as all your senses came back to life. You didn’t notice how packed the space became, maybe you were checked out for longer? I’m doing it again.

“You’re doing it again.” 

Annie always was one step ahead of you.

Always the first in school, valedictorian.

Sports, most valuable player.

Boys, well...

Your thoughts, it’s like she was always inside your head. 

The words that danced on your tongue, escaped through her swollen lips.

“I’m doing it again,” you repeated.

You couldn’t even explain yourself, all you could do is stare straight ahead and hope to the gods Annie will let your daze go. Of course she didn’t.

“Enough already” you exhaled into the crisp air.

Your walk home was anything but peaceful. Annie continued to hound you with every step you both took onto the cracked sidewalk. You picked up your pace, a last ditch effort to what, run away from her? Impossible. Considering she did do track back in high school.

“I could’ve gone pro. Olympics if i wanted to”

She used to say it in any and every conversation. Especially when you two go out drinking, she’ll never let it die down. Who can blame her?

You stopped dead in your tracks as you felt her warm hand wrap around the crook of your elbow. She did it again or you did it again? 

Lately it’s become easy to slip into your thoughts and let the world around you disappear. As your mind replays the past and you relive the harsh year.

–––––––––

“Seriously Annie, let it go”

She frowned at your plea, loosening the unknowingly tight grip she endured. You hadn’t realized the harshness in your tone until noticing the drop in her face.

“I’m sorry. I kn- look I know I’ve been a pain lately and I’m sorry but”

You closed your eyes in an attempt to find the words you wanted to say. No luck, instead you met her with a softened face. You let your irritation melt away and gave her a shy smile, reassuring her that your frequent dissociation was innocent. 

“It’ll pass. I think I’m just caught up in what’s next.”

“You’re still on about that? I told you everything will be fine. There’s a lot of offers around”

“For you.”

“And you too.” the blonde said without hesitation.

Though Annie has always been number one, she has never seen you below her. If anything, she cherished you above anything and anyone. She saw all the good in you, and never doubted your abilities. After graduation, you both decided to take the leap and move to Marley together. 

Well, more like Annie decided. You just tagged along.

She had offers for residencies from all over, though she ultimately chose Marley, never explaining her reasoning for so. As for myself? there weren’t many offers for a literature major anywhere. Teaching didn’t seem so appealing, neither did publishing, though it wasn’t like much of those positions still existed anyways. With no next step, it only seemed practical to follow Annie. 

You couldn’t imagine your life without her, she was your cheerleader. (though she would kill you if she ever heard you describe her as such) Since the two of you settled into the city your mind was always elsewhere, it’s like you had a do not disturb sign hung on your shiny forehead. 

“If you’re not stressed about it, I’ll help you find something I can ask arou-”

“No way.”

“Elena.”

“I’ll find something, I’m just being picky, you know how I am”

She wasn’t buying it, the scowl plastered on her face said it all.

“Are you sure? Rent’s due next week and don’t have anything lined up...”

“Wow thanks Annie I didn’t realize”

The harshness returned and was now accompanied with sarcasm. You pulled your arm from her hand as your feet stomped ahead. You didn’t even give her a second to respond to your anger. 

“I’ll see you at home” you mumbled.

Annie knew better than to follow you. She watched as you turned the corner onto the busy street, as people began to set up their stands for the night market. Once your figure disappeared into the crowd she began her walk back to your shared apartment, alone.

–––––––––

Well, you weren’t the brightest. Alone in a new and unfamiliar city was not the best decision to make but it did seem the most fitting, dramatic exits were always your thing. You’ve only been in Marley for about a month and any time you had to explore the city, it was with Annie. More like Annie grabbing your hand like a child and leading you everywhere. Your constant daydreaming wasn’t any help since you had no recollection of where you currently were. Floods of people pressed against you, pushing you in all directions. 

Panic arose in you and so did the bile in your throat. 

You tried to break away from the herd of people surrounding you on either side. an older drunken man plummets onto the concrete. as if he was opening an escape route for you. Wasting no time you jumped over his body and picked up your pace to avoid another wave of people. You turned your head, where is Annie? You had some hope she would come after you, especially here in Marley. 

Did I even want her to, after what she said? You questioned.

Before you could even slip into another one of your dazes’ your frame collided with what felt like a brick wall. Your ass met the same fate of the drunken man, smacking hard onto the pavement. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” the wall spoke.

Your eyes stayed glued to the pair of worn out boots in front of you. 

No words left your mouth, instead you laid your delicate hand onto your head in hopes it would activate your brain and let you function.

“Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt?” the voice called out.

You were met with hazel eyes staring deeply into yours, laced in fear. Now you really were left speechless, your silence creating panic in his expression. 

“Oh” was all you managed to let out. Oh? Pathetic.

The man let out a chuckle at your response.

“Oh?’ he repeated almost as if was testing what you meant. Your cheeks instantaneously turned crimson red, you knew what he meant. He offered his enormous hand in front of you.

“I’m fine. Sorry I should’ve looked where I was going” 

You slapped his hand away in embarrassment and stood up. It was now you looking down at him. Before you could run to your escape, you were blocked. Your view of the street ahead, obstructed by his chest. 

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head? You looked a bit confused there for a bit” 

“Nope.” you shorted him.

“Are you lost?” he asked.

“Excuse me?” you met his question with furrowed brows.

“Sorry, you just.. I saw you from afar, you looked a little lost to me” he struggled in his response seeing your expression. The man looked scared? How can someone so big be frightened by the anger of someone half his size. It gave you a sense of power over him. 

“No I’m not. I’m just trying to get home.”

“So you are lost”

“What? no, I just said I wasn’t”

“Trying to get home?” He repeated your words.

You opened your mouth ready to unleash a snarky response, when nothing slipped out you shut it closed. Instead you swallowed hard, on what seemed like your pride. You did need help, there was no way in hell you were gonna call Annie. As you played out your next moves in your head, he studied your face. Hazel eyes glued to the crinkle between your brows. 

“Okay maybe I’m lost.” you admitted in defeat.

Victory was plastered all over his face.

“Where is home?”

“Liberio street”

“I can walk you.” he said eagerly

“Or you could just tell me” you snapped 

The man smirked at your response as he crossed his arms across his broad chest, your eyes never leaving his. The two of you stood there in silence, neither one of you giving in. 

Enough of this, you rolled your eyes and began to walk past the giant, deliberately bumping your shoulder into his arm. Without a word he left him in position, what the hell was all that about? You shook your head to forget it as you continued walking through the marketplace. The street in front of you illuminates in subtle shades of orange from the lanterns above. 

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After your third loop around you ended up at the same booth you started at. Maybe I should call Annie. Before it was a problem of getting home and now you can’t even figure out how to get out of the marketplace, every street bled into one another. You collapsed onto the bench in front of you, setting your bag onto the damp wood. Why hasn’t she called, isn’t she worried about me? I could’ve gotten kidnapped for all she knows. Annie was no stranger to your games, you were the friend to disappear when you were drunk. She knew you could handle yourself, but if you needed her help she would always come to your rescue. You knew that, both of you did. Your eyes met the sky as you let out a deep breath, a cloud of fog following. 

“Still lost?” a familiar voice called out

Your head instantly snaps back. There he was again.

“Are you stalking me?” 

“You passed me three times. Don’t think you noticed, since you seemed to focus on where your next steps would be.”

“I’m enjoying the booths.” you gave him a sarcastic smile.

“Are you now?” he said, meeting your playfulness.

“Which one’s your favorite then?” he asked and took a step forward as he made his way to the empty seat next to you. Your body tensed up, feeling the bench move as he lowered himself. Oh he’s stubborn, that’s fine. So am I. 

“Can’t say I have favorites, I’m not a picky person”

Bullshit. I pick out the tomatoes on my food.

 He could read you like a book, though he wouldn’t let you know it. Instead he met your scripted response with a slight nod as if bought your act. He leaned his body into the bench gazing onward to the crowds of people in front of the pair. He didn’t say a word.

“No snarky response back? You questioned, there's no way he gave up that easily. Why did that bother you? It’s almost like you started to enjoy the little game you both started.

“I think you already have that part covered.” 

There it is. 

You giggled. He immediately turned to look at you when you let out the mysterious noise, it was almost like he was startled by it, more like intrigued. You turned your head to meet his gaze, a reminisce of a smile left on your lips. For the first time all day you weren’t distracted by your worries, maybe even since you moved to the foreign city. 

“Are you gonna let me walk you home?” He broke the silence.

You let his question sit in your mind for a moment, a part of you wanted to believe Annie would call any minute and the other part (a really big part) wanted to give in and let the mystery man walk you home. It’s not like it’s the first time a guy has offered to help you out. So why were you reluctant? 

“Oka-”

Your phone cuts you off, the loud ringtone making you both jump. Annie. Saved by the bell? Did you want to be saved? 

“Hi” you answered, giving her no indication that you literally have spent the past 2 hours walking around in complete circles trying to find your apartment. 

“Where the hell are you?’ oh no. She's mad.

She didn’t even give you the time to respond before pressing at you even harder the second time.

“Seriously Elena what the fuck? It’s not my job to come and rescue you every time you do something like this! You just think I’m gonna drop everything to come and find you?’ 

Well yes.

I mean that’s literally what she's doing.

Annie continued her nagging as you sat there in silence, she was screaming so loud it sounded like she was on speaker.  You turned to face him, almost giving him an apologetic smile. A look of sorry, no this isn’t my mom but she is acting like it.

“I’m out with a friend.” you said without hesitation.

“What” 

“Yeah they’ve been showing me around the marketplace” 

“You’re lying. You don’t have any friends” damn.

“Am not” 

“Fine, what’s their name?’ she pressed.

Shit. you immediately placed your hand over the speaker.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Reiner Bra-” you shoved your hand up to his face, ordering him to stop speaking and returned to your conversation.

“Reiner”

“Let him talk.”

You should give up. There was no winning with Annie no matter how hard you tried. But after your argument you needed a win, just once. A small sigh left your throat as you handed the phone to the colossal next to you. He gave you a confused look instead of filling him in, you impatiently just pushed your device closer. He took it.

“um hello?”

“Give the phone back to her, now.” 

He followed her direct order without hesitation. His hand covers yours completely, the coarse fingertips brushing against your knuckles as he hands it to you. 

“See?” you gloat.

“You’re lying”

“Jesus christ Annie I literally just proved it to you! What else do you want?’ you yelled over the phone. Never in your life have you fought her this hard, it was somewhat thrilling.

“I wanna meet him”

Bingo. You’re saved.

“Fine come down to the marketplace” you said confidently.

“No come home and bring him with you” 

“Wait bu-” before you could even finish the line went cold. She hung up on me? She’s never done that.

Oh she’s mad.

You stomped your boots onto the pavement like a child throwing a tantrum and let her head drop into your knees, you let yourself stay like this for a while. He cleared his throat, the deep voice bringing you back to reality as you stuck your head back up and studied his face.

“You’re taking me home tonight”

His eyes widened at your phasing and his cheeks went up a slight shade of pink. Giving him no time to react or respond, you stood up and threw your bag over your shoulder. He immediately copied your movements like a lost puppy. All the confidence he had from early evaporated in that moment.

“Lead the way, Reiner.” 

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To be continued? maybe? thoughts appreciated!

[ot7always]

My Fair Lady

Word Count: 8.1k

Pairing: Crown Prince!Taehyung x Captain of the Guard!Reader

Genre: Historical/Fantasy AU, fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: Sparring (swordfight/fistfight), I’ve literally never fenced in my life I’m sorry for any errors, pining, mentions of battle scars, angst angst angst, angsty sex, crying during sex (and not in a sexy way), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, it’s super angsty but I promise it’ll be okay

Rating: 18+

Summary: His brother unable to spar with him that day, Crown Prince Taehyung comes to you in need of a partner. 

A/N: This fic was such a wild ride of a writing experience, and I literally lost chunks of writing because of my laptop crashing multiple times. But this fic is my baby, please let me know what you think!

Huge thanks to @wwilloww​​ for beta reading for me, and also @peekaboongi​​ for crying with me as I wrote.

Tagging @moonmintrails​​ @ppersonna​​ @irissilujm​​ @dee-ehn​​

Masterlist

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You gaze swept across the palace training grounds, hands clasped firmly behind your back. You watched as your soldiers trained, whether it be alone or with each other, and kept an eye out for any glaring errors – incorrect form, weak footwork, and the like.

As the youngest Captain of the Guard in history, it was your duty to ensure each of your soldiers, men and women alike, were in prime condition. Though the position was not passed through bloodlines, you had taken over from your father following his retirement from duty. He was a very well-respected man, and you were determined not to disappoint him. You would continue to prove time and time again that you deserved the honour of your place.

You kept your eyes forward even as you sensed a tall presence settle beside you, taking on a similar stance to your own.

“My Lady,” a deep voice greeted. Your nose crinkled at the title. While it was true your family was of noble station, you much preferred to be addressed as “Captain.” You sought to distance yourself from your cousins who enjoyed hosting fancy balls and tittering about the latest messenger visiting from overseas.

You gave the man beside you a brief once-over, eyes quickly returning to your soldiers in the field. The Crown Prince was looking particularly fresh today, white cotton shirt laced neatly and tucked into black pants that moulded to him like water. His dark curls appeared freshly washed, small tendrils swaying in the wind, having escaped the small tie at the nape of his neck. He smelled suspiciously of lavender. Perhaps he had been delving into his sister’s perfumes once again.

“Your Highness,” you nodded curtly, ignoring the pang in your chest at his appearance. While you tried to put up a good front, you were not immune to the Prince’s charms.

“You know I don’t like when you call me that,” he smiled bashfully at his feet before turning the entirety of his attention to you. “I am in need of a favour,” he continued, gaze imploring.

“What can I do for you, Your Highness?” you responded, suppressing a smirk when you heard him sigh at your words. Having grown up around him, even sharing lessons and training together before you surpassed his abilities, you would consider the two of you friends – more, even. However, you had an image to keep up, barriers that needed to be kept in place lest anyone question your ability to prioritize the royal family’s safety without distraction.

“I require a sparring partner.”

“Do you forget yourself, Your Highness?” you grinned at the notion. Not many dared to challenge you to a fight, and the last time Taehyung matched you in skill he was perhaps a foot or two shorter.

“I beg of you, Captain. My brother is feeling out of sorts and I am in need of a distraction. I have been meeting with courtiers all morning and I cannot begin to express how tiring-”

“He’s taken ill?” you cut in, eyes wide and tone laced with concern as you finally turned to give the Prince your undivided attention. His younger brother was only 15, and you had developed a soft spot for the boy over the years. The plague which tended to come and go from your Kingdom was no joke. While many recovered, many more slowly but surely lost their lives.

“Don’t worry yourself too much, My Lady. Our doctors have assured us it is simply a minor ailment.” His heart warmed at your obvious affection for his brother, knowing how much you cherished his younger siblings. He wondered whether he himself held a similar place in your heart. “Let’s not concentrate on that which will resolve itself quickly in time. Rather, I am still in dire need of a partner. Please?” he appeased, giving you his best impression of a pout. You tried not to crack a smile at the resemblance to his sister.

Your hesitation did not last long – you found it difficult to deny Taehyung anything, not that he asked much of you very often. “Very well, then. Though, we are not exactly dressed for the occasion, are we?” you chuckled, meeting his eyes. It was true. Having only recently left a meeting with those who would accompany Their Majesties to town the next day, you were dressed in a white blouse, dark leather bodice laced on top. While your leather boots allowed for sufficient footwork, the suppressed movement of your torso was not exactly ideal for a fight.

“We both know that you are more than capable of fighting in such attire. Come,” he said, giving you no time to refuse before you were led to the central combat ring. The ring was often used to host friendly tournaments and was clearly visible from any spot in the field.

“Are you so keen to showcase your defeat to my entire squadron?” you teased, shooting the Prince a grin as you caught the foil he tossed to you. Light, thin, and dull, it ensured you did not cause any serious injury lest you accidentally hit him. Cotton, after all, was not the most ideal material to prevent bruising. As for you? Well, you didn’t plan on getting hit anyway.

You took up your position opposite him, bent slightly at the knee, sword in hand, opposing hand clenched comfortably behind your back. You watched as Taehyung settled into the same posture. You clicked your tongue in disapproval upon seeing his form. Shoulders tense already, you sighed. Well, you would just have to see if he fixed his error later on.

“Ready when you are, Sweet Prince,” you smirked, exhaling a laugh as his face flushed. It was a nickname given to him by the men and women he’d seduced and bedded over the years. Even if he’d invited them into his bed only once and never again, they never stopped singing his praises. A part of you was desperate to know what he did to impress them.

“I don’t have all day, Your Highness,” you called out, smile slowly lighting up your face at his embarrassment. A lie, of course. If he asked you to stand there and wait for hours while you simply stared at each other you would do it. You liked to tell yourself it was because of your royal duty, but in reality you had never been able to say no to him, even in your childhood. There was something so charming yet shy, so mature yet naïve about him, that had you wishing for his happiness at every moment. He was a walking contradiction you wanted nothing more than to solve.

Having collected himself, Taehyung launched himself at you quickly, sword flying its way toward your shoulder – easily parried. You figured the two of you would ease into a proper match. After all, neither of you were properly warmed up, and you refused to listen to the Prince’s complaining of sore muscles if you could avoid it.

You remained light on your feet, focusing solely on defending against his basic lunges rather than attempting to retaliate. That would come in time. It wouldn’t be so enjoyable if you didn’t toy with him just a little, right?

After several minutes of rather simple steps, you figured you were ready to break a sweat. The next time his blade swung at you, you batted it aside and thrust your own at his chest, tip poking into his shirt before he could even blink.

“Come now, Your Highness. Shall we see what my father taught you?” you taunted, backing away to your original position. Your heart warmed when you saw the fire light in his eyes at the challenge, his playful expression temporarily replaced by sheer focus. You couldn’t conclude which was more handsome.

The next time he flew at you, it was with newfound ardour, the clink of metal on metal a familiar symphony to your ears. The Prince was skilled, you would give him that. Not that you were surprised – you recalled a time in his youth when he dedicated himself fully to training in this exact spot.

You gave yourself fully to your reflexes, blade swinging left, right, and circling round as you blocked his attacks. Quickly side-stepping a stab toward your neck, you grinned. Despite your original hesitance, you were enjoying yourself. Seeing the sweat form on Taehyung’s brow from his effort, you were happy to see him dedicate himself to something so completely. His technique focused on agility over power, something well-suited to his long limbs and lean muscle. You were the same – fight smart, not hard, your father used to tell you.

Backing away suddenly, Taehyung pouted slightly as he caught his breath. “I can tell that you are going easy on me, Captain. At least try to hit me, I swear to you that I can handle it.” You chuckled at his words.

“Very well, Your Highness. Though if I may point out, perhaps it would serve you better if you relaxed your muscles more. How can you expect to hit me when your shoulder fails to follow through?” you chided. Taehyung bit his lip at your words.

“My apologies, Captain. I find it difficult when I am near you.” Your brows furrowed, unsure whether you heard correctly. He has trouble relaxing around you? You preferred not to pick apart such a statement.

In answer, you lunged at him, a tide of satisfaction flowing through you when he moved immediately in response. You allowed him to continue on the offensive, though this time you followed up every few parries with a riposte, ensuring you never actually hit him with your blade.

Steel was flying through the air so fast it was a blur, your focus lying solely on the flurry of blades between your bodies. You quickly lost track of time, though based on the slight burn in your calves the activity must have gone on for quite a while.

It became almost like a rhythm – feet dancing, you blocked thrice, circling around for a responding thrust. Little did you know, in your focus you missed Taehyung’s wistful glances as he took in your appearance – gaze sharp, hair around your face flying as it escaped your tight knot at the back.

While you did your best not to make contact, your efforts were not perfect. Because as the Prince stepped left rather than right as you had expected, your blade made full and hard contact with his abdomen, confirmed by the faint oof that accompanied the motion. Broken out of your trance, you stared wide-eyed. “My apologies-”

You let down your guard for only a moment, but it was enough for him to swipe your blade aside, his own resting right between your collarbones. Raising your eyes to meet his own, you found only a grin, no sign of pain. That little-

“KIM TAEHYUNG!!!” you bellowed, ignoring the nearby gasps at your blatant show of disrespect. The eldest soldiers only shook their heads in dismay, having become used to your antics over the years. You whipped the side of his blade with your own, force enough to send it flying out of his grasp. “I was worried about you!” you shouted, stalking your way over to his retreating body, met only by a full-bodied laugh and hands raised to defend himself.

He took hold of your shoulders, keeping you at arms’ length as you glared up at him. The look only sent him into another fit of laughter. “The look on your face was magnificent, Captain,” he snickered, ignoring the betrayal on your face. “I’m perfectly fine, also. You needn’t worry so much-”

“Oh, you will not be fine by the time I’m done with you, Your Highness,” you seethed, picking up his discarded blade only to chuck it at him with just a little more force than necessary. “If you wanted a fight, Kim Taehyung, you’ve found one. I will pray for your recovery.”

Taking up your position for the third time of the afternoon, you scanned his features opposite you. He had no blaring weak spots, though you would be surprised if he did after all his years of training. He was fast, though you would bet that you were faster. Defeating him at his full capabilities would not be extremely easy, but if you gave it perhaps 80% you supposed you could be done within minutes.

“Any last words?” you goaded, grinning at the fleck of worry that crossed his face. “You look afraid, Your Highness.”

“It is perhaps in my best interest to remain a bit afraid, My Lady,” he chuckled lightly, eyes keen as they awaited your first movement. The narrowed your eyes, taking him in, planning your actions. He’s not wrong, you thought. Everyone in this field was just a little bit afraid.

Taehyung jumped when your blade made contact with his own, a high-pitched screech ringing out as he fought you off. You gave him no time to contemplate his own actions before you lunged relentlessly at him, delivering strike after strike without pause. He was forced to remain on the defensive, putting in his full effort to parry and step away in time.

Despite his struggle, you were impressed he was able to keep up with you as well as he was. He’s been training more, you noted. His improvement was clear compared to the last time you fought only several months ago. However, in a game of stamina, you were sure to win.

The top of your bodice dug sharply into your chest as your breaths quickened, but you were no stranger to discomfort. Over time you had learned to put aside such trivial things. Aches and pains were part of your job, and you’d be damned if you didn’t do it well.

Unwilling to let go of your pride, your steps quickened, Taehyung’s blade moving frantically to keep up but inevitably slowing slightly as you did not give him time to breathe. If you hadn’t focused all of your energy into this alone with no distractions, you perhaps would have poked fun at him.

When his sword arm lagged only slightly behind, arms slightly too wide, slightly too open, you struck hard. Batting his blade to the side only centimetres above where he held it in his grasp, you simpered, watching his shocked face as his blade went flying. His eyes darted between you and the blade, metres away, seemingly contemplating whether to give up or to pounce on it.

“What now, Little Prince? If this were a battlefield, would you simply cower in fear?” you coerced, eyes predatory. Perhaps it was sadistic of you, but you relished in the look of dismay in Taehyung’s face. He’d been thoroughly defeated – it was only a matter of how long you would draw it out.

Tossing your own foil to the side, you stretched your limbs before beckoning him over, fists positioned in front of you. It was a petty move and you knew it, for soldiers were much more well-versed in hand-to-hand combat than the Crown Prince, who was known to favour his swords and bows.

Taehyung had no complaints, however. A fight was a fight, after all. As he came after you with one, two, three jabs to your chest, you danced aside as you evaded easily. The difference in speed between his punches and sword thrusts were clear, the former much less practiced than the latter.

You unfortunately had not thought this idea through, because your options for victory without injuring the Prince were limited. While you were aware Taehyung would not mind, it would not be the best image for you to beat the life out of the Kingdom’s Crown Prince in open view of a squadron sworn to protect him.

“Are you so eager for my company that you would draw this out?” he joked, a weak punch toward your face easily shoved out of the way by your forearm. “Or perhaps you find pleasure in cornering me, My Lady?”

“You think so highly of yourself, Your Highness. Is it so disconcerting to find yourself put in your place every so often?”

“Quite the opposite, I think. I’ve never enjoyed myself so much,” he beamed, eyes shining. “I’ve quite missed you, Captain.” You faltered at the admission. While you loved to give him a hard time, you knew he was well aware of your fondness for him. However, you don’t believe you’ve ever said something so forthright to each other, and the statement awakened something in you that you thought you had buried deep.

Noting your slightly frozen state, Taehyung charged at you. However, you would not be fooled twice. The audacity of this man-

Twisting your arm to grab hold of his, you leaped forward. Suddenly taking the force of your full weight, Taehyung had nowhere to go but down, groaning as his back thudded against the canvas floor. Knee digging itself into the Prince’s ribcage below you, you sighted your previously discarded blade nearby. Grabbing hold of it, you held it to his throat.

“Yield,” you whispered, words escaping you much softer than intended. He made no effort to move, only staring up into your face with unspeakable emotion.

“And what if I am happy where I am, My Lady?” he murmured, taking in your appearance. Chest heaving, escaped hair wet with sweat, blouse crinkled – you were perhaps the finest sight he’d ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. Though his words might have been taken for humour, you saw the look on his face. He didn’t even attempt to mask the desire, shameless through and through.

Before you could even think to respond, smatterings of applause broke out across the field at your victorious display, though they could not even begin to understand what was happening between the two of you. Moment broken, you quickly hopped up, helping Taehyung to his feet but avoiding his gaze. You were afraid to admit how much your heart fluttered when you heard his words, afraid of how much it would hurt when you would be forced to walk away and never speak of this moment again.

It was for the best.

“Y/N,” he called out softly, hands reaching for your own, but maintaining a respectful distance. Your eyes flew up to meet his, unused to hearing your own name in the palace nowadays. The look he gave you was honest, sincere. “Do you feel this too?”

You paused. Though he didn’t quite say what this meant, you could guess. In fact, his knowing gaze told you he only wanted you to admit what he already knew. The man had always been perceptive, and you had more memories with him than with your own family. You were certain he was familiar with your every expression. After all, you could write novels about his face – the way his eyes shone in his passion, the way the corners of his lips twitched when he was repressing a scowl.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Pleading ignorance was the best defense. Admitting to your desires was foolish, and would not change your circumstances. You knew this was deeper than physical desires, but that just made it all the more impossible. Princes were destined for arranged marriage – nobody could simply form a relationship with a future King, least of all the soldier who has pledged her life to his parents. No, a proper relationship was not within the realm of possibility. But neither could you lay with the Crown Prince in good conscience – how would the public trust you to put the King and Queen’s safety above all else if you were warming their Prince’s bed?

Every option to act on your desires was fated for failure.

Taehyung’s hands moved from your palms to your wrists, his thumbs pressing into your pulse firmly. “Your heart is racing,” he murmured, eyes staring into your own as though he knew your every secret. “Why do you hide it?”

“You know why,” you stated, voice soft. “Of course I feel it, but it matters not.” The admission coming from your own lips shocked you. You had danced around each other for years, orbiting each other like binary stars, but you’d never admitted your attraction to him.

“It matters to me,” he whispered, thumb stroking at the soft skin of your wrists with care. “Come to my chambers after dinner.”

Your brows shot up at the suggestion. This was not a light request. You were no longer children, no longer laughed in his company until the maids shooed you away, chiding you for making so much noise.

This was real. As much as you grew to accept your desires, you had never even fathomed acting on them. Not when you knew it couldn’t last – not when your reputation, perhaps even your position, were at stake. “Your Highness, I couldn’t possibly-”

“Please,” he begged, staring into you with an expression you would liken to a puppy begging for scraps. You attempted to turn away, but he only followed. “Please,” he repeated, noting your conflicted expression. It was hard to deny him anything when he was looking at you like that, but even harder to deny yourself when every part of you wanted nothing more than to say yes.

“Very well,” you breathed, sealing your fate. “I shall come when the clock strikes eight, Your Highness.”

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You couldn’t do it. As much as your heart craved him more than anything, you couldn’t. He was untouchable. If you were any other person, if you were just a court lady, you would jump at the chance. It wasn’t a secret that the Prince has had many partners, and nobody gave it a second thought. But to be with you?

It was improper. Impossible. How could you be trusted to do your duty fully and objectively if you’d laid with the Crown Prince?

After bathing, you made your way to his bedchambers, clad only in a loose blouse and cotton pants, hair flowing freely around your shoulders, still wet. You could not join him in his bed, but he at least deserved a rejection in person rather than your absence.

Knocking lightly on the door, you were startled when it swung open, your arm still raised. He gave you such a sweet smile it was almost painful, still dressed in his earlier attire but hair loose around his face. You stepped into the room, taking in its appearance, having not seen the room in years. It smelled of him, of vanilla and lavender and musk, a scent you would breathe for the rest of your life if it was possible. The room was exactly as you remembered it, mostly barren if not for the set of throwing knives on display – a gift from your father for the Prince’s coming-of-age.

“I’m so glad you came-”

“I’m sorry,” you cut him off, turning to face him. “I came to put a stop to this before it’s begun, Your Highness. You're trying to start something that will be too painful to cease.” Your words struck him, and it physically pained you to see his face transform from excitement to distress.

“But I am not imagining what we have, am I? I have longed for you for years. Am I wrong to think you have too?” he pleaded.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, Your Highness. We can’t possibly do this – think about it. Not only that, I cannot have the palace thinking I earned my position through your bed. There are so many reasons we cannot – I want you but I cannot have you!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but you couldn’t help it in your grief. Eyes brimming with unshed tears of frustration, it hurt to look at him standing so close, and yet so out of reach.

At your anguish, Taehyung reached for your face, thumbs wiping away the tears you didn’t even notice had fallen. His tenderness only sent another wave of sorrow through you, chest heavy. “I’m sorry. I know it was selfish to call you here. I know this is easier for me than you. Please forget I ever asked.”

“I know it’s wrong, but...”

“But?” he urged gently.

“Is it so foolish that I want it anyway?” you whispered. You looked at him wide-eyed, gaze pained, searching his face as if it held the answers to the universe. For you, perhaps it did.

“Y/N...” he begun, the sweet sound of your name coming from his lips the final nail in your coffin. Denying that you wanted this more than anything would be the greatest lie you’ve ever told. It was brash, and stupid, and irresponsible, but you wanted to feel this at least once. You wanted to indulge in his touch, his affection. You needed to feel his hands on you, his mouth on your skin, and you didn’t know if you would ever be brave enough to accept him again if you didn’t do it now.

“It can only be once. Nobody can know.” You couldn’t risk the noblewomen catching on to your activities. They were unusually observant, and you didn’t doubt their abilities to discern your relationship with even the faintest of hints. Taehyung knew better than anybody that the palace ladies treated gossip as currency, and word traveled especially quickly on matters involving him. He nodded at your words, but the grave look on his face told you he wished things were different.

“I will cherish our time together, My Lady” he breathed, but his conflicted expression spoke volumes. “We don’t have to do this-”

You shook your head, closing the space between you until your chests were pressed together. Stomach in knots and chest tight, you ran your fingers along his broad chest and down to his abdomen before wrapping them loosely around his waist. You would savour every touch, make note of every expression, save away every delightful noise from his lips, and you would pray for it to be enough to satiate you for a lifetime. Because it had to be.

Tilting your head back to meet his eyes, your heart nearly leapt from your throat at the look on his face. The adoration, the warmness – but most of all, the pain. This was torture for both of you, and you knew it. It was selfish and self-destructive, but the two of you always seemed to bring out both the best and the worst in each other.

Without speaking, you reached up to grab hold of his head, yanking it down to smash your lips together without ceremony. He responded with fervor, moving against you, arms tugging until there was not even a millimetre of space between your bodies. You tried not to think about the desperation in your movements, the saltiness of the tears still present on your face. You dragged your hands over the planes of his chest and down to his biceps, nails digging in slightly when he bit at your bottom lip.

Harshly tugging his shirt from his waistband, you traced your nails up his bare skin, relishing in the uneven breath he let out in response. You would dedicate yourself to memorizing every inch of him. Every dip, every curve would be ingrained in your mind for eternity, your hands tracing patterns into his skin like a brush on canvas.

He did the same to you, his large hands finding their way beneath your blouse and chemise, lifting them both above your head to toss them to the floor. You were bare underneath, having planned to leave for your own bedchambers only minutes after arriving. He sucked in a breath at the sight of you on display entirely for him. His careful fingers traced the scars on your abdomen, accumulated through years of training and fighting on the frontlines. While ugly, you were not ashamed – these were proofs to others and to yourself that you would put your Kingdom above all else.

Bending at the knee, he traced his mouth down your jaw, down your throat, kissing you reverently as he continued his path. Passing over your breasts, he moved lower to mouth gently at the scars littering your belly, his gentle presses causing new tears to spring to your eyes. Was this how it felt to be worshipped? To be loved?

Taehyung took in the sorrow painting your features, but did not comment. There was nothing to be said – he understood perfectly. Perhaps if he pressed his face more firmly into the softness of your skin, he would spare you having to see the twin look of despair he was unable to hide.

Sliding a hand into his hair, you softly brushed it away from his face, gently pulling his chin up to look at you. Your heart wrenched at the sight of him, eyes looking at you as though you were a treasure, as though you weren’t the thing causing him so much pain. As though you wouldn’t leave him alone after this.

Tugging lightly at the collar of his shirt, he quickly got the memo, shucking it off in a direction you didn’t see, too focused on what was just revealed to you. If not for the honeyed gold of his skin, you would have been convinced he was carved of marble. You traced the lines of his body, a tiny smile breaking through at the shudder he gave when your nails scratched over his nipples. Though your actions were slow, he did not rush you. He only watched the awe in your gaze, eyes wide as though if you blinked, he would disappear. The childlike wonder in your face warmed his heart, pleased that you would let your guard down here with him.

You blinked out of your stupor at the sensation of a warm hand on your cheek, the sight of Taehyung’s soft grin at your antics lighting a small fire of embarrassment in you. “Bed?” he asked lightly, nuzzling his face into your neck. The hot breaths near your ear sent a shiver down your spine, tugging him ever-so-closer as you nodded in response.

Pulling away from him, you tugged lightly at the drawstrings to your pants, biting your lip when you saw the Prince follow your every movement. Taking his hands into your own, you brought them to your waistband. “Help me,” you breathed, heart racing at the knowledge that you would soon be laid bare to him.

He took a deep breath before releasing the knot at your waist, tugging your pants ever so slowly down your legs. He knelt at your feet, removing the fabric from your ankles until the only cloth left on your body is your underwear. Eyes falling on your face, he thumbed the waistband, looking up at you in question. At your quiet “please,” he removed that too, your folds revealed to him, shiny with your arousal.

Groaning at the sight, Taehyung latched onto your clit before you could even process the movement, the sudden pleasure making you weak in the knees. He sucked at your bud lightly, taking pleasure in the way you sunk your hands into his hair to ground yourself. When you wobbled slightly in your bliss, his left arm rose to hold you steady at the waist.

When his other hand rose to thumb through your folds while his mouth continued its ministrations, you moaned out. Eyes falling down to observe the Prince, the sight brought a small whimper to your lips, your hips grinding down onto him. He looked absolutely sinful, his eyes heavy-lidded as he delved into your heat with such abandon, focused entirely on your pleasure. When he inserted a finger into you, quickly followed by another upon feeling your wetness, you were sure you would have fallen if not for his arm holding you steady.

“What-” you started, but ended up cutting yourself off with a loud moan at the sensation of his fingers scissoring inside you. “What happened to going to bed?” you managed to get out, utterly breathless.

You let out a gasp when he pulled from you abruptly in response, picking you up at the waist and throwing you onto his mattress. You had no time to reprimand him before he was spreading your legs, mouth and fingers returning to you as he joined you on the bed. Any words were stolen from your throat at the stretch of a third finger, your hips bucking up to get closer to the source of your pleasure.

“You taste so good,” he moaned out, panting. You didn’t miss the way he grinded his clothed crotch into the sheets, heat shooting through you at the sight. When his fingers curled inside you, the heat spread throughout your whole body, abdomen tight and walls clenching tightly around his fingers. You were so close to the edge, it would take only one breath before you fell over.

“Give it to me, please,” he pleaded, tongue flicking over your clit as his fingers continued to nudge that spongy spot inside you. Needing no more encouragement, you fell apart, moans forced from your throat, hips grinding against him as he worked you through your orgasm. When a dull ache begun to replace the pleasure, you pulled away from him, pushing him onto his back.

His arousal was clear, his cock straining in his tight pants enough that it must have hurt. Though, his face held no complaint, only dazed wonderment clear on his features, almost as if he still couldn’t believe what was happening. He let out a sharp hiss as your nails traced the outline of his cock, his teeth biting furiously at his bottom lip.

Deciding not to torture him after the ecstasy he brought you, you tugged his pants and underwear down in one go, Taehyung groaning in relief as his cock sprung free. The tip was angry and red, the slit leaking precum. After freeing him of his clothing, you reached out a hand to pump lightly at his cock, noting the way it twitched in your hold. It looked almost painful, the vein running up the underside big and angry.

You began to lower your mouth to him, eager to return the pleasure he gave you, but were halted by a gentle hand on your cheek. “Please,” he begged, “I can’t. I need you,” he expressed all in one breath, eyes pained and needy.

Taking mercy on him, you rose, shifting until you were seated in his lap, mouth seeking his out. He cried out into your mouth at the sensation of your slick folds rocking against him, grinding down onto his cock. Hand reaching down to position him at your entrance, you pulled your face away to watch his as you sunk yourself slowly onto his length. The moan you let out at the stretch was crude, and it didn’t appear that Taehyung was faring any better, his breaths coming in pants, eyes screwed shut.

He’s beautiful like this, you thought, your own eyes wanting to badly to flutter closed, but your need to take in his every expression won out. Your head tipped back in pleasure as you seated yourself fully, moans escaping as you rocked against him, his pelvis pressing into your clit.

Losing yourself in the sensation, you fell forward to bury your face into Taehyung’s neck, his scent only adding to your pleasure. His hips rocked against your own, thrusts shallow, both of you letting out low moans at the movement. The friction against your clit had your abdomen tightening again, his tender hold on your body the best thing you’d ever felt. But as the pleasure reared in on you again, it was at that moment you remembered the totality of your situation.

You would never get this again.

The thought was like ice-water thrown over your head. How could you have forgotten? His cock deep inside you, his hips rising to meet your own, his hand clutching at the small of your back, his moans – it was all temporary.

You shoved your face tightly into his shoulder, hoping your sob would disguise itself as a moan. But at the shaking of your shoulders, Taehyung paused his actions, hand rising to cradle your head. “Y/N?”

“Tae,” you cried out, heart wrenching. It wasn’t lost on him that this was the first time he’s properly heard his name from your lips since your promotion – no teasing, no games. His heart broke at the sound, your sobs guttural, and he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away. The gravity of the situation brought tears to his own eyes, unable to suppress the emotion any longer.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he whispered, your head lifting to meet his glassy eyes. Your eyes were red-rimmed, your lips quivering. This was an agony that only the two of you could ever understand.

“Taehyung, I-” you faltered, choking on a sob. I love you. You couldn’t say it. What good could it bring you now? But your eyes spoke volumes, the emotion clear on your face. He knew how you felt just as much as you knew how he felt.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he repeated, tears finally escaping his eyes as he tugged you closer. There was no way to be more intimate than this, arms cradling each other as you cried, his cock still nestled inside you.

It would have to be enough.

As your bodies shifted minutes later, the friction against you had you shivering, remembering the position you were in. You pulled your head from his neck to gaze at his face, his eyes meeting your own. It hurt, but there was sad acceptance in your eyes, mirrored in his own. You tried to force a small smile onto your face, but you were unsure whether it appeared as a grimace. You instead elected to press a soft kiss to his lips, eyes falling closed as he returned it.

You rocked your hips together slowly, relishing in the light sighs and quiet moans of the other. Your movements were tender, careful, full of love and affection you would never get the chance to verbalize. When you felt your release creeping up on you again, you arched your back, grinding into his pelvis. Wanting to help you along, Taehyung grabbed hold of your hips, holding you steady as he thrusted up into you, every so often holding himself deep, grinding against you. The emotion of it all had your breath caught in your throat, your orgasm washing over you in gentle waves as you writhed against his body.

You could tell he was coming undone, his thrusts erratic, breaths heavy as he pulled away from you to leave open-mouthed kisses on your collarbone. You moaned at the overwhelming sensation of his movements so soon after your orgasm, but you wouldn’t dare rob him of his pleasure. Not now, not like this.

Groaning loudly, you felt his cock twitch inside you as he continued his thrusts, feeling the warmth of his release coating your walls. He shook in your arms, and you couldn’t bring yourself to confirm whether he was overwhelmed with pleasure or sorrow.

Letting out a whine as you pulled yourself off him, you wiped the mess between your  legs on his sheets. His maids would clean for him come sunrise, and you were anxious to escape the room before you lost yourself fully to despair.

You allowed yourself to bask in his presence momentarily, laying alongside him for several minutes before you rose to get dressed. You kept your back to him, unwilling to show weakness despite your vulnerability only moments ago.

“Stay,” he begged, his voice still husky from the passion you’d shared. Your heart sunk at the suggestion. You wanted nothing more than to stay, but every minute you spent here knowing the outcome only shattered you a bit more.

Fully dressed, you made your way to the door. You could still feel where his hands touched you, where his lips pressed against you, where his cock had been inside you. “I’m sorry,” you breathed, misery colouring your tone. You turned to him, taking in his bare appearance for the last time. You stared, hoping to burn the image into your retinas.

“I know,” was his only response. What more was there to say? Your eyes swept over each other, locking this moment away in your hearts forever. Finally, you turned back to the door, turning the knob and stepping out into the hallway without looking back. The sound of the hinge falling into place behind you felt like waking up from a dream, the period at the end of a sentence.

Your tears fell freely and silently as you made your way back to your chambers. Your heart ached a bit more with the increasing distance, every step leaving a piece of you behind.

It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? You supposed whoever could claim such a thing had never loved like this. Because walking away left your heart in a million pieces, the only glue that could piece you back together still staring at his empty sheets, the dip from where your body once laid still warm to the touch.

--

Months went by without speaking of that night. The tonic you’d taken upon returning to your room had worked well, your body having bled weeks later. You had still talked to Taehyung – you had to; your duty required it. But the pain never ceased, only dulled. You told yourself you would move on, that there was no use in dwelling. But the heated glances you caught him directing at you, desire and heartbreak in his eyes, always took you right back to that night.

He hadn’t been with anyone since – not that you were listening. You couldn’t help but to overhear the palace ladies gossiping, spreading word of the Crown Prince denying their advances. You didn’t know what to do with the information.

Having just returned from mapping out Their Majesties route to a neighbouring city, you returned your horse to the stables. While not necessary, you much preferred to prepare yourself for every possibility of attack, taking note of any weaknesses in visibility along the path. Every second counts when you’re under attack, after all.

“Captain!” a voice called out to you urgently. Having just handed off your horse to the stablehand, you turned to meet the man, his hands on his knees as if he had just run a mile before coming here. “I have been looking for you everywhere, Captain. Their Majesties have requested your presence in the throne room.” Unusual, since you had met together only this morning, but you would not keep them waiting.

“Thank you, sir. I will head there now.”

--

You went directly to the throne room, pausing outside to nod to the royal family’s assistant stationed outside. He smiled to you briefly before pushing the door open.

“Captain Y/N to see you, Your Majesties.”

“Let her in, thank you,” a kind, feminine voice rang out.

You stepped inside quickly, taking a knee until the King gestured for you to stand. “I deeply apologize for my appearance, Your Majesties. I had just returned from planning our route for tomorrow and thought it better not to leave you waiting.”

The King smiled at you, the warm-hearted expression reminding you of Taehyung’s. Your chest ached at the thought, but you kept a blank expression. “Hard at work as always, I see. We had something we would like to discuss with you.” At his words, you noticed that not only were the King and Queen present, but Taehyung was stood off to the side as well. Your heartrate increased slightly at the sight of him.

“Your Highness. Forgive my disrespect, I had not seen you there,” you bowed respectfully, ignoring the heat that rushed through you at his appearance. His hair was loose, his outfit form-fitting. He was beautiful. You tried not to think too much on what he looked like beneath the clothes. “What can I do for you, Your Majesties?”

“Captain, my son came to us earlier today with quite the startling proposition,” he began, and your brows furrowed in confusion. When he failed to elaborate, you spoke up.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean, Your Majesty.”

“You see, he came to us in a frenzy and asked, ‘Father, what would you say if I wanted to marry the Captain of the Guard?’” You froze, eyes wide. Marry? You? Taehyung? Your heart pounded violently at the notion.

“Sire, I promise you this was not my idea. I apologize-”

“My dear, do not panic. We are not angry. But we wanted to ask your thoughts.”

“Your Majesties, I couldn’t possibly marry your son.” You made effort not to look at the Prince, lest your composure fail. “I have no lands to offer. No gold, nothing. I cannot offer you any alliance, I cannot bring anything to your family,” you turned to Taehyung, his expression unreadable. “You cannot marry a soldier,” you whispered, heart breaking once again as the possibility was dangled in front of you, lingering just beyond reach.

“Captain, do you know that the people adore you? That they sing your praises when we pass through their villages?” the Queen asked, a bright smile painting her features. Your face grew hot at the mention. “Your soldiers respect you. Your hometown throws festivals in honour of your birthday. Dare I say that you’re more popular than us?” she joked, giggle chiming lightly through the room. Taking in her appearance and mannerisms, it was no question why Taehyung was as handsome and as loved as he was.

“Ma’am, of course not,” you responded, hand raising to awkwardly scratch at your head. You were unsure where she was going with the statement.

“You’ve earned the Kingdom’s trust, Captain. You’re perhaps the most loyal person I’ve ever laid eyes on. Might I also add that you are not just some nobody? Your family has served ours for generations. You are of noble birth,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Do you consider yourself so unworthy?”

You paused at the question. It did not seem to be a trap, and the Queen was certainly not one to be malicious. Glancing around the room, you noted the King and Prince were observing your reaction expectantly. It was not an environment good for your nerves. “A soldier is not fit to be the future Queen,” is the statement you settled for, attempting to maintain a mask of indifference.

“My dear, do you remember what you told me only a few years ago? When I asked you if you were afraid of trying to accomplish what nobody else in history has?” the King’s deep voice rang out. Your gaze snapped up, knowing exactly what he was about to say. Oh no...

“‘Damn history. I will write my own history,’ I think it was.” Chuckles broke out across the room, the Queen tittering, Taehyung snickering. You’d never told Taehyung about that encounter, embarrassment flowing through you every time you thought about it. You focused your gaze on your feet, face burning at the reminder of your words.

“I have since learned to control my words, Sire,” you muttered ashamedly, fingers tangling together.

“Y/N,” the King’s voice called, grabbing your attention once again. “You have guts. Daring. You’re smart, well-trained. And there’s nobody I would trust to guard my life more than you.” You bit your lip at the praise, struggling to hide a proud grin. Being praised by the King was a feat not many experienced. “It would be an honour to call you our daughter.”

You stared, slack-jawed, processing his words. You didn’t notice Taehyung approaching you until his fingers laced with your own, his opposing hand moving to raise your chin. The open affection on his face, the love - it was everything you’d ever dreamed of and nothing you’d ever dared hope for. Your breathing quickened as he sank to his knees in front of you.

“Please,” he beseeched, vulnerability clear on his face. “Spend eternity with me, together. Will you marry me?”

Tears filled your eyes, but for once they were tears of joy, not tears of despair. You dropped to your knees to meet him, arms thrown around his neck. He barely had time to catch you as you threw yourself at him, bodies the closest they’ve been since that night in his bed. Raising your head to lock your eyes on his, you knew the same love you had for him was written all over your face.

“Yes,” you cried, hands raising to cup his jaw. “Yes.”